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empressofthesunwriter · 2 years ago

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Maiden of the Moon

What if Kokushibo had a pupil, whom he taught the original Moon Breathing before he deserted the Demon Slayer Corps?

Mochizuki Yua was born only for these reasons: To become a Hashira and make her family a respected one in the Demon Slayer Corps.

But if you only live for the expectations of others, who are YOU truly?

What will it take to find yourself?

A long, hard journey awaits.

!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

After a long while I had the urge to update this little FF.

That’s me.

Writing, stopping for a few months and then going back to writing. XD

The song today Yua sings is I’m on My Way by Phil Collins from the fantastic movie Brother Bear.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Mt. Natagumo

Time flows fast and Yua and her three idiotic comrades and wonderful Nezuko have been staying at the Wisteria House for a good six weeks.

Today the doctor declared them finally being healed.

The day started well.

It even got better as Kaguya and Tanjiro’s crow, Matsuemon, brought them new orders.

Their little group shall go North-northeast to Mt. Natagumo.

Finally, Yua could work on her goal of becoming a Hashira. She was starting to get crazy doing nothing but healing in the Wisteria House.

On one hand, she should really first go home and check on her family, yet the disapproving look and the lecture her grandfather would give her, how she managed for six weeks to do nothing and not at least raise a few ranks stopped her from doing so.

She would go back home when she at least levelled up a good three ranks.

Was she a coward?

Yes, she was.

The midnight blue-haired beauty was not ashamed to admit that.

She would rather fist-fight a demon than be criticized by her grandfather. That man could make you feel so bad about yourself, it should be a torture method.

Or better not.

Anyway, our group of four Demon Slayers stood ready before the door of the Wisteria House, Hisa was with them, seeing them off.

Today, Yua had decided to wear her long hair in two long pigtails. As she fixed one, Tanjiro, undoubtedly the one with the best manners, bowed before Hisa.

“We’re heading out now. Thank you for everything.”

The old kind lady smiled and had a stone and grinder in her hands.

Oh how nice of her!

“Now then, for good luck.”, said Hisa.

“Thank you so much!”

Yua, Tanjiro and Zenitsu turn their back to Hisa, as she strikes the stone against the grinder a couple of times, little sparks flying in the air.

And again it shows that Inosuke really only ever lived on a mountain surrounded by animals since he freaks out seeing that.

Only Yua's fast reflexes stop the boar-headed boy from attacking the old lady. She has him in a headlock, while he shouts: “What do you think you’re doing, old hag?!”

“What are you, a moron?!”, shouts Zenitsu back.

“Is that a rhetoric question, Agatsuma.”, deadpans Yua, gripping Inosuke tighter. “Stop struggling so much, Hashibira!”

The blond-haired boy explains: “She’s striking sparks for good luck! It’s a purification ceremony! Because we’re gonna go on a dangerous mission!”

“So stand down and accept it.”, adds Yua.

Still confused the boar-headed boy does as he was said and Hisa can complete the ritual.

All beside Inosuke bow before her in thanks.

“Always live your lives with great pride. I wish you luck in battle!”

The older girl thanks her in the name of the group and with that the Demon Slayers and one Demon Girl in a box set off.

It’s exactly quiet for five minutes before the wild boy speaks up.

““Great pride”? “Luck in battle”? What does that mean?”

Zenitsu can’t help himself and think what a moron Inosuke is, while Yua fights off the urge to facepalm.

Hard.

Like she said.

Idiots, besides Nezuko.

“Well, yeah, now that you mention it, it’s kind of difficult to explain.”, try however Tanjiro to explain to him. ““With great pride”… I guess it means that you know your place and that you behave properly so that you’re never ashamed of yourself.”

“Huh?”

“And the old lady is also praying for our safety.”

“So what is this “place”? What do you mean, “never ashamed”?”

“Well, it’s…”

“What exactly does it mean to “behave properly”? Why in the hell would that old hag pray for our safety, anyway? She has nothing to do with us, so why?”

“Ahh…”

“She has no clue what her own place is, does she?”

Before someone gets an aneurysm, most likely poor goodhearted Tanjiro, Yua step energetically forward and starts to sing.

“Tell everybody I'm on my way

New friends and new places to see

With blue skies ahead yes

I'm on my way

And there's nowhere else

that I'd rather be!”

This earned her a confused huh from Inosuke, Zenitsu fangirling and Tanjiro bilking at her surprised.

Neither one of them ever heard this type of song.

After six weeks they were used to the beautiful songs Yua sang, but they were more from their folklore, besides the one she called Gurenge and didn’t tell them who had taught her that.

“Tell everybody I'm on my way

And I'm loving every step I take

With the sun beating down yes

I'm on my way

And I can't keep this smile off my face!”

Also, she only sang in the morning, while she combed Nezuko's hair.

Suddenly starting to sing was new.

But not unwelcome.

“'Cause there's nothing like seeing

each other again

No matter what the distance between

And the stories that we tell

will make you smile

Oh, it really lifts my heart!”

All the boys, even Inosuke, loved her singing.

Yua had an amazing voice.

“So tell 'em all I'm on my way

New friends and new places to see

And to sleep under the stars

Who could ask for more

With the moon keeping watch over me!”

As Yua finished singing, the group looked at her in confusion.

She shrugged and said, "It’s a good song while you walk. Your squabbling didn’t really help us."

"Well, THAT was useless.”, snorted Inosuke “We still don't know what that old hag meant."

The midnight blue-haired girl just rolled her eyes.

She had hoped singing her wandering song would also stop this stupid discussion.

Inosuke was trough and trough boar-headed.

"Look, Hashibira, it means that we should be proud of who we are and what we do. We should behave properly and not bring shame to ourselves or our comrades. And Hisa prayed for us because she cares about us and wants us to come back safely."

Zenitsu nodded in agreement, "Exactly! And we should appreciate her kindness and good wishes."

Inosuke grumbled but seemed to understand a little better now. Or maybe they all hoped it.

Tanjiro smiled at his friends and said, "Let's go then! Mt. Natagumo is waiting for us!"

And with that, the group set off on their next mission with determination and pride in their hearts.

***

In the evening Yua, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke finally arrived at the base of Mt. Natagumo.

The Aura-sensing girl hissed as she felt the vibes of the places.

Yes, demons alright.

And pretty strong ones too.

“Hold up! Would you mind waiting a second?”, screeched Zenitsu from the back of the group.

“Zenitsu? What’s wrong?”, ask Tanjiro worried.

“I’m scared, all right?! Now that we’re nearing our destination, I’m so scared!”

“Here we go again...”, mumbled Yua.

This was the Demon Mansion all over again.

“Why the hell is he sitting?”, pointed Inosuke on the ground cowering Zenitsu. “How creepy is that?”

“Who are you to talk, Pig Face?! Don’t tell me you’re not getting any vibes from that mountain!”

Okay, that was surprising.

“You feel it also Agatsuma? The Aura of this place is full of malice and I bet we will find some strong Demons there.”

Tanjiro and Inosuke turn to the mountain but it’s clear that they sense nothing.

“Still, what good will it do to just sit there?”, wondered Tanjiro.

Yua fixes one of her pigtails.

“That place may be full of malice aura, but I’m not afraid like Agatsuma. We should get going, guys.”

“I told you, he’s creepy.”, reminds Inosuke them.

“I am not in any way creepy! I’m normal! I’m the normal one! You guys are abnormal! Erm...I mean Yua-Senpai is special, not creepy at all she is just erm...”

“Agatsuma nothing you ever will say will get you into my pants.”, deadpans Yua with her hands on her hips.

Suddenly Tanjiro becomes all rigged and turns to the direction of the mountain. His companions look at him confused.

Zenitsu ask him what's wrong and Tanjiro's answer is that there is a smell.

This makes Yua reach out with her Aura Sensing, in the six weeks with the boys and Nezuko she learned, how good Tanjiro could smell and how fine Zenitsu's hearing was.

This means if Tanjiro smells something it must be important.

And she is right with her guess as she feels an Aura full of pain crashing against her senses.

It’s human!

“Follow me, boys!”, she commands and runs towards the direction of the painful Aura.

Tanjiro and Inosuke are right behind her and after a few seconds, Zenitsu joins them.

When they get closer to the mountain, they see a wounded Demon Slayer.

“Ngh… Ugh…Ah… H-Help me.”, cries the wounded boy.

“He’s got our uniform on. He’s a Demon Slayer!”, shouts Tanjiro. “Something must’ve happened!”

Yua can’t help but sass back. “Really? What tipped you off, that he is a bloody mess?”

Nonetheless, Yua, Tanjiro and Inosuke run up to their Demon Slayer comrade, while Zenitsu begs them to wait for him.

Tanjiro is the first by the boy and asks him if he is okay. Again Yua wants to point out what a stupid question this is when suddenly the wounded Demon Slayer rises in the air by fine strings. He shouts for help, but sadly he gets pulled back into the direction of the dense forest of the mountain.

The Hinoto gets a determined look on her face.

“Guys, let’s go!”

“Of course, Yua-Senpai.”, agrees Tanjiro.

“I’ll go on ahead. You can follow me, shivering.”, tells Inosuke. “This is making me hungry.”

Yua snorts.

“Strange time to get hungry, but let’s get moving guys. You listen to my word, since I’m the highest rank here, alright.”

Both boys agree, even if Inosuke grumbles.

The three run into the forest, leaving a scarred and crying Zenitsu behind.

They run up a trail when Inosuke suddenly stops.

“Huh? What the hell is this?”

Tanjiro and Yua stop to see what is with Inosuke.

That’s really strange.

“A spider web?”, wonders Tanjiro for them aloud.

“Jeez, this place is full of spiderwebs! What a pain!”

Again Yua lets her Aura Sensing sweep around to get what is going on, while Tanjiro thanks both her and Inosuke for being here with him since alone he would be afraid.

The girl waves it just away as she pit-points two auras before them.

Two familiar aura.

One is a welcome sight the other not.

“Murata-San, Katsumi.”, she greeted the two scarred Demon Slayers. “What is the situation?”

Murata, the black-haired male, seemed happy to see her, while Katsumi Tomita, the brown-haired one, looked like someone had killed his cat.

“Yua-Senpai! I’m so glad to see you. At least a Minoto! Tell me do you have a Hashira with you?!”, babbled Murata, tears streaming from his eyes.

She couldn’t even answer, before Katsumi hissed: “You want to lay your hope on the Moonlight Beauty, Murata? She and her whole family are cursed! We are totally fucked!”

Lovely, still the nicknaming asshole Yua had the displeasure of ever meeting. She could have gone her whole life without seeing the brown-haired young man ever again.

She grounded her teeth together and tried to talk herself out of it to just kick Katsumi's ass.

“You know Yua-Senpai?”, asked Tanjiro, joining them with Inosuke.

“I have met and killed with Murata-San a few Demons.”, revealed Yua. “Katsumi and I just know each other from one occasion.”

Katsumi scoffed.

“That one occasion was enough. You, Mochizuki’s, only bring bad luck and death with you!”

The midnight blue-haired girl takes a deep breath and tries to remain calm despite Katsumi's insults. She knows that getting angry won't solve anything, and they need to focus on the situation at hand.

"Murata, tell us what happened," she says, turning her attention to the tearful Demon Slayer.

Murata sniffles and wipes his eyes before speaking. "Th-The crow gave us the order! And ten of us Demon Slayers came here. Not long after we entered the mountain, the Slayers…the Slayers started killing each other! Tomita-San and I barely escaped with our lives.”

Yua nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. Behind the killing under the Demon Slayers was surely a Blood Demon Art responsible. What kind of Demon could take nearly over a full group of Slayers was the question?

They needed to go on with caution.

“Who is with you, Moonlight Beauty?”, spat Katsumi, eyeing Tanjiro and Inosuke. “A boy barely weened from his mother and a boy hiding behind a mask?”

Tanjiro and Inosuke both didn’t like how this Katsumi called their Yua-Senpai by the nickname she hated so much. She seemed ready to murder the brown-haired man. Normally she was calm and collected.

There was history between them, so much was clear.

“I’m Kamada Tanjiro and he is Hashibira Inosuke, rank Mizunoto.”, answered Tanjiro for them.

He didn’t like this hostile attitude towards Yua-Senpai. He hoped he could turn the attention like this to them and away from Yua.

It worked half since Murata yelled: “Mizunoto… Mizunoto?! Why didn’t they send a Hashira with Yua-Senpai?”

“I told you Murata!”, groaned Katsumi. “The Mochizuki bring only bad luck with them. It would have been too much for the Moonlight Beauty to have other Minoto with her or even a higher rank.”

“No matter how many Mizunoto they send, it won’t help! Even with a Minoto now. It’s pointless!”

“It was pointless from the start with the Moonlight Beauty!”

Suddenly Inosuke let out a loud yell and punched Murata and Katsumi in the face.

Yua felt a sick satisfaction seeing Katsumi getting punched, she was only sorry for Murata.

“Inosuke!!”, scolded Tanjiro.

Violence against their brother-in-arms was surely not it, even if a tiny part of him thought Katsumi deserved a punch in the face for being so rude to Yua.

“Shut up!”, hollerd Inosuke. “As far as pointless goes, your existence itself has no point at all!”

“Who the hell is this guy?! Did you forget that Tomita-San and I have seniority?!”

“Of course, the Moonlight Beauty would travel with freaks?!”

“What is your problem with Yua-Senpai!”, now Tanjiro was nearly yelling. “You keep calling her by the nickname she hates and say her whole family is cursed. Why?!”

“Kamado, it’s fine. I don’t give a shit what Katsumi thinks of me or my family.”, tries Yua to calm him down.

Tanjiro's disbelieving look says it all. Of course, he must smell how she is ready to commit murder.

A little evil chuckle leaves Katsumi's lips.

“So you don’t know that the Mochizuki learned the Moon Breathing from a Demon? And not any Demon either. Michikatsu Tsugikuni was a Demon Slayer once and betrayed the whole corps. The first and only one who did this!”

Yua bit her lips and looked down at the ground. Sadly it was true.

“You can’t trust a family who won’t stop using the Breathing Style of a Demon. Their loyalty lies surely with the Demon who taught them!”

The Minoto takes a deep breath and looks up at Katsumi with a cold expression.

"My family's loyalty lies with the Demon Slayer Corps and protecting humanity from Demons," she says firmly. "We may have learned the Moon Breathing from someone who turned Demon, but we also learned how to kill them and protect innocent lives."

Tanjiro nods in agreement, understanding the weight of Yua's words. Inosuke just grunts, still angry at the insults towards his comrades.

"We need to focus on finding the Demon who uses the Blood Demon Art responsible for the killings," Yua continues, trying to steer the conversation back to the mission at hand. "We can't afford to let our personal feelings get in the way."

Murata wipes his tears and nods, grateful for Yua's leadership. Katsumi just rolls his eyes, not convinced by her words.

But he knows deep down that they need to work together if they want to survive this mission.

Suddenly they hear a strange sound. Murata tells the newcomers that it sounded also before the other Demon Slayers started to kill each other.

Immediate Yua sweeps with her Aura-Sensing the clearing they are in.

“They are coming!”, she tells the four boys, reading her Katana. The white blade seems to shimmer under the moonlight. “Get ready!”

A group of Demon Slayers hobbles toward them, ready to attack.

Murata and Katsumi dodged the attacks. The Demon Slayers attack Inosuke and Tanjirou, but they also dodge.

“Haha! These guys are all morons!”, laughs Inosuke. “They don’t know that it’s taboo for us Demon Slayers to fight each other!”

Swift and with grace Yua counters the sword strikes of the two Demon Slayers before her, upper-handing them, taking their Katana’s from them and throwing them far away into the forest.

“They don’t do it of their free will Hashibara.”, yells Yua, locked in a sword fight with a new Demon Slayer. “They are like marionettes, someone forces them to fight!”

“Yua-Senpai is right. Something controls them!”, agrees Tanjiro.

This only makes Inosuke take out his katana, ready to slice up the other Demon Slayers, only Tanjiro and Yua yelling at him that they can’t hurt their follow comareds since some of them are still alive, stop him.

“Do it like me. Upperhand them and throw the Katana far away!”, advised Yua, before she fully concretes on the opponent before her.

Tanjiro slices through the air above a Demon Slayer’s back, severing spider strings. The Demon Slayer falls to the ground motionless.

“Good eye, Kamado!”, praises Yua and cuts the strings on the Demon Slayer before her.

“They’re threads! They’re being manipulated by threads! Slash the threads!”, spells out Tanjiro for the rest of the group.

They continue to fight, cutting threads, till Yua Aura-Sensing tickles her.

She looks down at her arm to find two small spiders crawling over it.

“Spiders?”, she mumbles and then has enlightenment. “They are controlled by these spiders!”

As to prove her point her arms lift themselves from alone, thankful she can cut the threads again.

“Guys, we need to find the Demon fast. The spiders are so tiny and just put the threads we cut back on!”

“So, all we gotta do is kill those damn spiders, huh?”, wonder Inosuke.

It’s Tanjiro who answers him: “That would be impossible! Those spiders are tiny, and I’m sure there are tons of them! We gotta find the demon who’s controlling them!”

“My Aura-Sensing is at its limit I can’t find the Aura of the Demon.”, admins Yua frustrated.

She really needs to train it more! When they get out here alive, she will do so.

“Inosuke, if you have some kind of power that can pinpoint the demon’s location, then help me out!”, turns Tanjiro to him. “This weird smell has been flowing in, and my nose isn’t working great! Ngh… And also, um…”

“It’s Murata!”

“I’m Tomita!”

“Murata! Tomita! Yua-Senpai. We will find a way to deal with the people being controlled! Inosuke, you…”

Exactly at the same moment, Yua feels a terrible Aura. Shivering she looks up.

There on fine spider treads stands a Demon in the form of a young boy with white hair, red markings on his face and a simple white kimono.

“Don’t disturb my family’s peaceful life.”, tells the Demon boy in an eerie voice. “Mother will kill you all right away.”

Inosuke doesn’t seem to care and tries to reach him. It fails spectacularly.

“Damn you!”, curses the masked boy on his back. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?! Fight me! Fight…!”

The Demon boy just walks away.

“Inosuke!”

“Hashibira!”

“Why did he show up, anyway?”, ask Inosuke Tanjiro and Yua.

“That kid probably isn’t the demon pulling the puppet strings!”, tells Tanjiro.

“But we should be careful of the kid, it’s Aura is sicking!”, warns them Yua.

Tanjiro nods.

“Right, so first, let’s…”

“Okay, okay, okay! I hear you, all right?!”, shouts Inosuke. “You want me to find where that demon is at, right? Shut up already, Forehead!”

Inosuke sticks his swords into the ground, kneeling down and putting his arms up and sideways. Yua and Tanjiro protected him from the incoming Demon Slayer puppets.

“Ngh… Beast Breathing, Seventh Form, Special Awareness! Grrr…”

He takes a deep breath, feeling his way through the forest, finding the location of the Spider Demon Mother

“Found it. There you are!”

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thatoneitaliangirl · 4 years ago

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Oh my gosh could you write a childe x reader thing 🥺🥺 I wanna just have some sweet angst with a happy outcome somehow 😔

I may have gone a bit overboard- At this point, I feel I'm literally incapable of writing anything under 1,000 words. So sorry this took so long, I had to take a break from writing to work out some things with school. A bunch of nonsense and stuff lol. You didn't specify gender, so I wrote the reader as female, only cause that's what I'm used to working with. I apologize if that's not what you wanted. I can always whip up something for ya with your preferred pronouns! But I'm not sure if I'll make it this long . . . I honestly don't know how I even did this, like this is a feat I feel. Anyways, I hope Childe isn't too OOC in this. I'm not the best when it comes to writing angst, so I hope you like it! And just as a little explanation beforehand, I read up that Childe joined the Fatui when he was about 14, became a Harbinger at 18, and is considered a young adult. So in this fic, it's assumed that he and you are at least 20 years old just so the timeline adds up and stuff. Also, despite how long this is, Childe isn't in it as much as you probably wanted- I have a tendency to write more about the reader than the characters. It's something I'm trying to break, but I was just so proud of this. I hope you like it! Anyways, happy reading!!! ^^

Childe x Reader Angst

Plot- Reader and Childe have been together for years when Reader finds out that Childe killed her sister when she was young.

Word count- 8,864 (I'm so sorry)

Warnings- Mentions of death, sadness, bad writing, possible suicide at the end(But just mentioned as a fear), swearing, and cringe 'funny' moments cause why not.

The wind blows through your hair as you sit atop a ledge overlooking Liyue Harbor. Today is your younger sister's birthday, and for the past six years, it's been nothing but a reminder of your failure. You were supposed to take care of her. After your parents passed away, you were all she had left, and she, you. But you were just a kid yourself, hardly capable of raising a child.

You bite your lip and look over at all the families walking about, having fun. It brings a smile to your face knowing at least some people can be happy on this day. She wouldn't have wanted doom and gloom to be her only remembrance. The sun in the sky is warm, beaming down on your skin. You've fought many battles for the Adventurers Guild during your time living in town, and are proud to say you've survived. Even escaped a few sparring matches with Childe relatively unscathed.

You win every time, but it's no surprise given he lets you win. That's one of the many things you love about him. He tries to put you first in most situations as much as he can with his job. And it's the little things like letting you win a fake fight that makes you feel like you're floating.

Your relationship is practically plastered on every notice board in town with how affectionate you are to each other. Not a soul in Liyue can look at you and not know you are the Harbinger's lover. But you're okay with that.

Taking in a calm breath, you hop down and glide your way to the docks below.

"Good morning, _____! Nice weather, isn't it?" You smile at the young girl as she approaches you. You've known her for a while now, and have come to consider yourself friends. She seems a bit nervous though.

"It certainly is. Are you okay, Chen?" Her smile drops and she grips onto her arms.

"Can I ask a favor of you? It's rude of me, but I'm desperate!"

"It's fine, what's the matter?" The young girl sighs.

"My brother borrowed a loan from Northland Bank last month and the payments were due two days ago. He told me he was going to pay it back . . . He hasn't been home since. I just thought that . . ."

"You want me to ask Tar?" Her eyes snap up to yours.

"Will you? Please? I'm just so worried about him! I told him not to take that loan, but he never listens to me." You put your hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"It's okay. It's no problem at all! I was just headed there anyway. I'll see about your brother for you." Young Chen sighs in relief and reaches in her pocket.

"Here, I want you to take this as payment." You shake your head and push her hand away.

"No, I could never!"

"I insist! My mother gave this to me when I was a kid," She opens your hand and places a small coin in before closing your hand around it.

"She told me travelers would give these coins to people who did favors for them and that they grant wishes! Though I'm sure that's just a children's story; I was never able to get it to work." You give the coin a look, hesitant, before slipping it into your pocket.

"Alright, I'll accept. Thank you!" You wave goodbye to Chen and head towards the bank. Childe spends most of his days there, what he does, you have no idea. It's a mystery. The most you get out of him is 'business' which, yeah, obviously you do business. But it's understandable. The Fatui are a questionable lot, and not many people in Liyue trust them.

The Qixing keep a close eye on them as well, though you're sure even they hardly know what goes down under the 'bank' façade. Sometimes Childe comes home with cuts and bruises, claiming they're from training with his comrades, and while you don't buy that one bit, you play along. No need to add to his stress. If he thought you needed to know, he would tell you. No doubt about it.

Walking up the many flights of stairs, you nod to Vlad who lets you in.

Lucky for you, the first face your eyes land on is the exact one you came looking for.

"Tar!" He immediately looks over in your direction, smiles, and dismisses the Fatui agent he was talking to.

"Well, if it isn't the most beautiful woman in all Teyvat. Come to steal my heart?" He pulls you into a hug and kisses your cheek.

"No need, I already have it," You pull away, giving him a smile.

"I actually came here to see you."

"I'd hope so! Who else would you want to see?" Rolling your eyes, you grab him by his hand and lead him to his office.

"I have a favor to ask of you," The joking atmosphere surrounding you turns heavy as you hold his hands in yours.

"As you know, today is . . . Very important to me. I was wondering if you could get off early tonight? If not, it's okay though. I don't want to trouble you or anything." Childe chuckles and pats your head.

"I know what today is. I already requested an early leave this morning, but they haven't gotten back to me yet. If we're that backed up, I'm not sure I'll be able to," Your face falls a bit, but you smile. He made the effort to try and get off early without you even asking.

He places his hand onto your face and rubs his thumb over your cheek.

"But I promise to make it up to you. If I don't get back too late, we can go up to Mt. Tianheng and watch the lights at night. I know you like to do that when you're upset." The kind smile on his face is only magnified by the gentle look in his eyes. He's always been soft with you, even before you got together.

It was always an odd sight for people to see the two of you interact before you were a couple. He always regards people with the same jokester attitude, especially those he has to keep an eye on. But when he's with you, he may joke around, but is always much more concerned for your wellbeing.

"Thank you, Tar. I really appreciate it." He smirks and laughs.

"You appreciate it, huh? How much?" You roll your eyes again and give him a kiss on the lips. Childe smiles into it and tries to make it deeper, but you pull away with his lips chasing after you.

"Easy there, tiger. Save it for later, huh?"

"So, there's a later?" You lightly smack his chest and pull away from him as he laughs.

"Get back to work, Tar." You turn to leave but stop in the doorway.

"Oh, before I forget, I ran into Chen earlier," The look in Childe's eyes shifts slightly, but you barely notice.

"She mentioned that her brother stopped by here about two days ago, and was wondering if you knew where he went after? He hasn't been home since and she's very worried."

He ponders for a moment before his eyes light up in realization.

"Now that you mention it, he did say he was headed towards Lingju Pass. Don't know what for though." He shrugs.

"Okay, thank you! I'll be sure to pass it on." You exchange words of love before you leave.

After speaking with Chen, you decided to head towards the countryside. Your conversation with her went about as well as you expected. She seemed distressed and unsure of the information you gave her, but any criticisms were held as she thanked you and left. You hope that she'll be okay and that her brother comes back. Archons know, you understand what it's like to lose a sibling.

You take in a deep breath.

The air in Liyue is unlike any other. Once you leave the city and all the warm bodies, it's nothing but gentle breezes and the smell of earth. And the occasional Hilichurl, but you can easily take out a few to preserve the peace.

Walking along a random path in the sand, you reflect.

When you and your sister were young, you would often take walks like these while your parents were arguing. Despite only being a few years older than her, you actively chose to take on a more nurturing role. But after your parents died, you realized just how hard it was to provide for the two of you.

You knew how to use a bow to hunt, but not well, and even though you had your mother's catalyst, you didn't have a vision. Sometimes just showing it off and pretending you had a vision was enough to scare off petty thieves and weak Hilichurls, but it was only a matter of time before that wouldn't be enough.

Unfortunately, that time came all too soon.

The two of you had found an abandoned campsite and you decided to rest for the night. Your sister and you were headed to Mondstadt in search of a distant relative who you believed could help you. But during the night, your sister got thirsty and you were all out of water in your canteen. So you heading out to find a lake close by to fetch some, only to return to see a dark figure escaping into the night and your sister, laying in the tent, unmoving.

You were only a few hours walk to the city.

Sometimes you wonder if you had kept going that night, maybe whoever it was would have never even crossed your path. Your cries for help were heard by knights close by and they gathered your sister. Everyone in the city was welcoming and understanding, and the church gave her a wonderful service.

But nothing could mend the hole in your heart. Thankfully, the family member was able to take you in and trained you to become a knight. But that's not what you wanted. You wanted to find the person who killed your sister. And after completing your training, you left for Liyue and gained your Cryo vision along the way.

You summon your catalyst and flip through the pages. It's strange how magic works and how everything interacts with your vision. Before you, this weapon served your pyro vision-wielding mother. After you gained your vision, all the spells changed to fit the cold rather than the heat. You sigh and close the book. Sifting through it is just going to make you more sentimental. The sky above begins to turn shades of orange and pink as the sun goes down, so you decide to head home.

"I know you did something!" A loud voice yells, not too far from you.

"Chen?" You whisper to yourself and make your way around to see her at the edge of town, yelling at a Fatui agent.

"Calm down, miss Chen. We don't know what you are referring to." She balls her hands into fists, her face twisted in anger.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! Lingju Pass? He hasn't set foot there since our father died. How dare you make up such lies!" You decide to make your way over to try and calm her down. She's obviously upset, and you know that Fatui agents aren't well versed in the ways of 'feelings.' In fact, most of the ones you've met have all been quite stoic and unconcerned.

"Are you calling the Fatui liars, miss Chen?" You stop, Childe stepping out in front of the other agent.

What is Childe doing out here?

"You Fatui lie about everything! Everyone in Liyue despises your presence here, and this just proves to me how low you people actually are. What did you do to my brother?!" She reaches up to hit Childe, and you run up to her and grab her by her arms. You know she can't hurt him, but if she tries she could get into some serious trouble.

"Chen, listen to me, you have to calm down." She looks up at you with tears streaming down her face but shakes off your grip.

"No! I refuse! He knows something about my brother, I know he does!" She looks at you with pleading eyes.

"Please, _____, tell him. Tell him to tell me where my brother is!" Chen sobs. Tears start to form in your eyes.

"Chen, I'm sorry, but Tartaglia doesn't know," You look up at Childe and are taken aback by the look in his eyes. His eyes are dead, angry, violent as he stares at Chen. He waves his hand, and two Fatui agents come from behind and drag Chen away.

"Let go of me!" She struggles as they hold her arms and pull her through the dirt path. Chen glairs at Childe, digging her feet into the ground to slow them down.

"You're a monster, Harbinger! A monster!" You continue to stare after her as she's dragged away. What just happened? You've known Chen and her brother since you moved here. What could have happened to make this poor girl act like this? You jump when Childe places his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He wipes the tears from your cheeks and smiles his normal, dashing smile. Nothing like the look he was giving Chen just a moment ago.

"Sometimes those awful rumors spreading about the Fatui make people act irrationally." You look him in the eyes as he holds your face. His eyes are soft and caring now, just how he always looks at you.

"Do you know what happened to her brother?" You ask softly. His eyes darken a bit, but his smile never faults.

"_____, my love, are you questioning me now too? Come on, you know none of that stuff is true, right? I work at a bank, not much else to it." He answers, his voice joking, but there's this undertone you can't quite place and have never heard before. You force a smile and hug him close.

"Your right, I'm sorry for asking. I'm just so concerned for Chen and her brother. Do you know where they're taking her?" He hugs you back, tight, and kisses your forehead.

"I think you should just leave it be for now. Go home and get some rest. I should be getting off work soon, and we can do what I promised. How's that sound?"

"Good." You lean up and give him a kiss. His voice drops low as he whispers in your ear.

"I love you, _____. Don't ever forget that."

And he leaves before you can reply. A chill goes down your spine as you watch him leave, and it's not from your vision. You've never seen Childe like that before, even when he interacts with the Traveler. It made you freeze in place, made your blood run cold, and had your heart beating faster with fear all at the same time. That was Harbinger Childe, not your Tartaglia. You rub your hands along your upper arms to calm yourself. You never want to experience that again.

Taking a deep breath, you reach into your pocket to grab your handkerchief, but pull out the coin Chen had given you instead. All it does is remind you that once again you failed to protect someone you cared about. Poor Chen is scared and afraid, and you're positive that Childe's reaction did not help her any.

But as you hold up the coin, you notice a faint glow emanating from around the outer edge which turns the intricate patterns into Liyuian Characters.

'Let the truth be revealed.'

What does this mean? You remember Chen telling you the story of the coin, but it was just that. You've never heard of any coins gifted by travelers before, and it definitely wasn't a common folk tale.

You shove it back into your pocket and rush home.

The sun is almost fully down, and the stars begin to light your way as you walk hastily down the path. Once your house is in sight, you pick up the pace and run inside.

The glow from the coin is brighter now, illuminating your darkening house. How does one even make a wish on a coin?

"I want to see the truth, but I don't know how," The glow of the coin shifts and changes colors in your hands, giving off an almost mystical wave of magic you've never felt before. Whoever made this coin had to have been powerful. You take a deep breath and look at the coin with determination.

"Show me the truth!" The glow envelopes you and when you open your eyes, you're shocked at what lays before you. The dark figure that haunts your dreams at night looms over your dead sister, red-stained blade in hand and a mask over his face.

You step closer, the classic mask of the fatui on the hooded mans' face making his eyes glow white in the darkness. His stature is much smaller than yours, and his outline seems to be that of a boy. At the time it would have been easy for you to confuse him with a man, being he would have been taller than you. But now that you're an adult, you can clearly see his youth. He smirks and laughs down at your little sister's body while whipping the knife on his sleeve.

"You should never have crossed the Fatui." Your heart drops as the young boy removes his mask revealing ocean blue eyes. The eyes of your lover that you adore on the face of the person that you've despised for years. A woman appears next to him, the same woman you've seen him speak to on many occasions but have never spoken to yourself.

"Good work, Tartaglia. You've proven yourself useful to the Tsaritsa after all. But your job here is not done," Childe looks up at the taller woman, his face determined.

"The other daughter has left to fetch water. Unfortunately, there are too many knights around on patrol to take her. Dispose of the body, and return at once." Childe bows to the woman and she smiles wickedly.

"Yes, Signora. Anything for the Tsaritsa." She leaves, and Childe begins to wrap up the young girl's body in a blanket. He stops suddenly, lifting his head up as young _____ approaches from over the hill. Childe smirks, fixing his mask and hood back on properly.

"Until next time, _____." He says and begins to run.

You gasp as the light invades your sight again and you're returned to the present. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and your breathing begins to pick up. The realization is overwhelming, and the shock is preventing you from crying.

Tartaglia was the one this whole time? It can't be, it just can't! You love him, and he loves you, he says so all the time. Has he lied to you this whole time? Has he just been keeping you close to screw with you before breaking your heart and killing you? That coin has to be lying. There's no way your Tar would ever do something like that, especially to you! He tells you everything. There are no secrets between the two of you.

Right?

The clock on the wall says that it's seven-o-clock, usually when Childe gets off of work. You don't want to be here; you can't be here. How can you face him after seeing that, even if it was a lie? You quickly run up to your shared bedroom and grab your adventuring bag, filling it with few essentials.

Where will you even go? There's nowhere in Liyue where Childe can't find you. Even across Teyvat, the Fatui have eyes and ears. You just need some time to reflect, get your barrings, and confront him. If you'll confront him. This has to be some kind of joke, or lie placed by some unknown power to question your love for him. There's no way he could have-

"What are you doing, _____?" You gasp, started by Childe suddenly behind you, blocking the exit to your room.

"Tar, you scared me!" You say shakily, holding your bag close to your chest. He smiles his usual caring smile at you, but all you can see is the smirk he held while staring down at your little sister.

"Sorry, my love. I got off of work early like I said I would. Is that why you have your bag?" His ocean blue eyes dart down to your bag and back up to you again. You subconsciously grip the bag tighter, Childe noticing.

"N-No. I accepted a commission last minute." The lie slips out like acid on your tongue.

You've never lied to him before, and it feels wrong. But you have to get out of here. Every alarm bell in your body is screaming at you to run as fast as you can away from the man you love.

His brow furrows a bit with concern and he takes a step closer to you, but you take one back.

"This isn't about what happened today, is it?" He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, it's just I don't like it when people falsely accuse me of things. I kinda slipped into Harbinger mode for a sec there." He laughs, again trying to come closer to you, you step back.

"Are they false though?" The question falls from your lips before you realize it, and Childe's eyes widen in surprise.

"_____, you can't be serious? You know I would never lie to you-"

"How do I know that, Childe?" You've never called him Childe, and it shows from the shock on his face when you do.

"What are you going on about? I could never-"

"Get away from me!" You yell at the Harbinger, tears finally falling from your eyes. There's no way you could be near him like this, knowing that he could have . . .

"Why? I love you, I won't hurt you." You try to steady your breathing as he slowly inches closer, treating you as of your a wild animal he wants to tame.

"You don't love me." You shake your head, gripping your backpack with white knuckles.

"What?" The question comes out as a whisper from the man's mouth in disbelief, hoping he didn't hear you properly.

"You don't love me!" You say one again, louder, confirming what he has hoped wasn't true.

"_____," Childe tries to come closer, but you shove past him and run to the front door. Before you can grab the handle, Childe grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around.

"Please, _____," His eyes are glassy with unshed tears as he gazes into your own.

"Tell me what I did to make you think this way?" You sob, hands pushing on his chest to break free but failing. You can barely breathe as the sobs rack through your body.

"You-" Trying to get the words out only makes you cry harder as the realization hits you. All the rumors are true. The Fatui are evil, conniving, and uncaring. They kill, pillage, experiment, torture, and don't care about who they have to step on to get their way. And your boyfriend, the love of your life, the man you wanted to marry and start a family of your own with, is one of them.

"You killed my little sister!" Your hands ball into fists and punch his chest as hard as you can, but in your state, you have barely any power.

"My baby sister is dead because of you! How could you?" You managed to get out through your tears, finally breaking down in the arms of the man you've despised for years.

Childe stares at you, unbelieving. He pulls you into a tight hug, crying on your shoulder, continuously apologizing. Never in your life have you seen Childe cry. Even when talking about how much he misses his family or his country, the farthest he gets is a sentimental smile and longing. Never have you thought you'd see him cry either. It's almost enough to make you forget that he's practically admitted to the murder.

He killed your only sister. How do you know he's sincere with his tears as he holds you close and begs you not to go? You've seen him lie before, never to you, but if he kept this secret for so long, what else has he been hiding? But none of that matters right now. The man you've been searching for years for, who you wanted to kill with your own bare hands, is the same person holding you so tenderly now.

How could you forget the countless nights you've woken up from nightmares of that boy coming to kill you and finish what he stared, only for Tartaglia to wake you up and hold you close, promising that he'd protect you? Every year when you mourn your sister and confide in him about how you were going to find that monster no matter what it took, did he fear you'd ever find out and kill him?

Is that why he kept you close for so long, to make sure you'd be too weak for him with love to ever even try? How can you love someone who killed your sister? It's easy to just assume you'd hate him, but for some odd reason, a little voice in the back of your mind is telling you to trust him and love him like you always had.

Another voice is telling you to end his life with no mercy and finally bring your sister to the peace she deserves.

Gathering up your strength, you manage to push him off of you.

"_____, no," He's in a state you've never seen before, face wet with tears, nose running, eyes puffy. But, he doesn't try to pull you back in.

You swiftly grab your bag and leave the house and Childe behind.

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"_____," Your cousin John calls your name, pinching the bridge of his nose. He watches as you continuously use your vision to destroy training dummies.

"You continue this and the knights aren't going to have anything left to train with." You stop temporarily to glare at him.

"I'm training."

"So it seems." He watches as you continue your 'training.'

"You know, this doesn't seem healthy. I'm no doctor or anything, but, maybe you should, like, not?" You sigh irritated and cross your arms.

"Not what, John?" He gestures to the broken wood pieces scattered around the courtyard. You roll your eyes.

"I'm doing no worse than the average rookie knight!" John nods, leaning up against the wall.

"Yeah, yeah, except no. Why? Thank you for asking, cause your not a rookie and you're upset, at what? I don't know because you refuse to tell me. All I know is that my cousin is back after being gone for three years and the-," John looks around before stepping closer and lowering his voice.

"The Fatui in town have been eying us up everywhere we go. What the hell happened while you were in Liyue?" You bite your lip and message your wrists. The tips of your fingers have begun to turn purple from the cold, but you hardly seem affected. John pats you on the back and leads you inside the knight's headquarters.

"Look, I know we were never very close, and when you lived with us, we barely spoke, but I'm here now. We're not kids anymore, _____." The two of you sit down in the library. The three years you lived with your uncle and cousin were your worst. They treated you nice, but you were grieving and took it out on them and many training dummies. It seems you've done the same again.

"I'm sorry, it's just . . ." What happened with Childe months ago is still fresh on your mind. You haven't seen him since you left that night, and you aren't sure if you want to. You're conflicted. You thought coming back to Mondstadt would help you clear your mind and help you decide what to do, but you can't, and it's frustrating.

Despite how hard you've tried . . . You still love Tartaglia with all of your heart. But you can't forget what he did. You could never forgive him either. You've held hatred for this man for six years now, and every waking moment has been used to devise a plan to find him and kill him. But you can't kill him; not when you still hold these feelings.

If this was his goal, then he succeeded. You know he knows you're in Mondstadt. As John said, the Fatui have had their eyes on you since you showed up. You wouldn't be surprised if they all have you listed as a threat. After all, being one of their high-ranking officer's vengeful lover with intent and reason to kill would put anyone on a list.

But, with that said, he hasn't tried to contact you. No letters, no passing of words, hell, no carrier pigeons. He's extra enough to do that. And this has caused you to feel even more upset. Cause you still love the man, and there's some hope still there that he meant what he said and he does love you and the fact he hasn't done anything is killing you.

"_____, you good?" You snap out of your daze and nod.

"Yeah, I was just thinking."

"You seem to be doing a lot of that lately. Please, what's going on with you?" You decide it's best to tell your cousin the truth.

You explain to him the situation. How you fell in love, what life was like for you the three years you were gone, the coin, and finding out the killer's identity. John looks at you in shock.

"Wow, that's a lot. And this is why you came back?"

"Yeah, I know. I should have come back sooner to at least visit, but," John cuts you off and waves his hands.

"No, you're fine. I mean, it would have been nice to see you, but that's irrelevant right now. You found out your boyfriend, a Fatui Harbinger, was the one that killed your sister, and you're here? Doing what? Destroying Favonius property?" You agree hesitantly.

"I mean, when you put it like that, it sounds odd."

"No, _____, odd is an understatement. Why are you here? You should be getting answers, slapping people, storming Snezhnaya! Actually, don't do that last one, that could get us in a lot of trouble."

"True," You agree.

"Honestly, I don't know what to do. Do I confront him? I mean, if he did kill her, which I'm about 90% sure at this point that he did, do I get revenge? I've wanted to for years, but I know that I could never kill him." John takes your hand in his and speaks with sincerity.

"You love him, I get that, but you can't let that get in the way of things."

"No, I mean, I literally couldn't kill him. He's a beast in battle, and could probably end me without even blinking. I've seen him take on multiple ruin guards in seconds, like, he's on a whole nother level." You sigh and put your head in your hands.

"But even despite that, I do still love him. At this point, I feel the best thing to do is to just move on. Go my own way and let him go his."

"And what about your sister, huh? Just gonna forget about her?" You look at him questioningly.

"Look, you need to at least get closure. Obviously, he doesn't want you dead, because you would have been so by now. I can't even tell you how many times the Fatui could have nabbed you, gagged you, and sacked you since you've been back."

"Gee, thanks John, that really makes me feel better about the situation." He rolls his eyes.

"Talk to the man, _____. There will always be a home here waiting for you to come back to." Maybe your cousin is right? If Childe did want you dead, you know damn well he has the power to have made it happen. But how would you even react when you see him? The only way to find out is to get it over with.

With newfound enthusiasm, you jump up from your position and slam your hands on the table.

"Alright, I'm gonna go! I'm gonna talk with Tartaglia and I'm gonna punch him at least once!"

"That's the spirit!" A series of loud shooshes sound around the library and you slowly sit back down.

"Sorry!"

You and your cousin John devise a plan over the next few days. You're still unsure about this whole thing, but with encouragement from John, you gain the confidence you need to push through.

In the end, you decide the best thing to do is to sneak out of Mondstadt without any Fatui seeing you. It's still dangerous to speak with him, and the two of you decide the safest thing is to get him unprepared and off guard. If he's not expecting you, he has no time to plan. Not that he needs a plan to kill you, he could just do it. But still-

As the sun seeps down past the hills and flatlands of Mondstadt, John and you make your way out of headquarters and down to the main part of town.

"You know what sounds so amazing right now? A tall mug of cider from Angel's Share!" John exclaims and grabs your arm. The two of you practically run towards the tavern, gaining looks from the other citizens.

"Cool it, John," You whisper yell to him as you head inside.

"You wanna actually look suspicious?" He laughs, sitting down at a table in the back.

"Sorry if I'm not good at being convincing. Dad always said acting would be my downfall."

"When would you ever have to act to be a knight?" He shrugs his shoulders.

"Right now?" Okay, he has a point. Merely minutes after you sit down, two Fatui agents walk in after, taking a table far enough away, but close enough to keep you in their sights.

"Don't worry, _____," Your cousin says, noticing your worried expression.

We'll get you out of here."

John waves his hand and gains the attention of Master Diluc as he's walking around the tavern.

"We'd like two Valberry Whiskey's please!" Your cousin asks loudly and winks. Diluc rolls his eyes and heads towards the back of the tavern, getting the 'drinks.'

It was a miracle and a half that John was able to convince Master Diluc to help you. But John said he owed him a favor. For what, you have no idea. Not even a second later, a young bard runs over to your table and slams his hands down.

"What did you just order?"

"Uh," You look to your cousin for guidance. The drink was simply a code, not an actual order.

"Valberry Whiskey?" The young bard looks at you in amazement. He's clearly drunk, but the sheer excitement in his eyes seems to sober him up enough to eagerly rush to the bar counter.

"A new drink! And Diluc didn't tell me?!" His shouts of joy gain the attention of the entire bar.

"A new drink?!"

"One not on the menu?"

"Master Diluc!"

Your cousin and you share a look as the crowd goes wild, rushing towards the front bar and to the back looking for Diluc to inquire about this new drink. The few Fatui agents that had followed you in stand up from their seat to get a better view of you and John. John grabs your arm and pulls you into the crowd, the Fatui agents desperately searching for your whereabouts.

"This way, _____." He pulls you farther and farther away from the Fatui till you feel another hand grab you and pull you out of the back entrance to the tavern.

"Hey, watch your hands, buddy!"

"Would you rather still be in there then, _____?" You smile nervously up at Diluc, who's handing you a bag and cloak.

"Things didn't exactly go as planned, huh?" The redhead smirks and crosses his arms.

"I knew that bard would be in here tonight. Drunk off his ass, he wouldn't be able to resist the call of a new drink item." You laugh, pulling the hood over your head.

"Thank you, Diluc." He gives you a rare smile and nods. You begin to walk off but stop, looking back at the tavern owner.

"Hey Diluc, what was the favor for?" Diluc sighs and pinches between his eyes.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

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The journey back to Liyue is a tiring one. It seems a lot closer than it actually is on the map, but heading to the main harbor is always a task. Thankfully, you're able to make your rations last the whole trip, and as you enter the harbor in the wee hours of the night, you smile at the familiar buildings. You may have only been gone for a few months, but this was your home for the last three years.

Your home with Tartaglia . . . You pull your hood farther down your head and try to remain in the shadows. Despite the time of night, the area is still bustling with people. Merchants making deals, ships delivering goods, the whole nine yards.

You flatten yourself against a wall as a few Fatui agents walk past. The place is absolutely crawling with Fatui, even more so than usual. Could it have something to do with you? You doubt it. Harbinger or not, Tartaglia could get in serious trouble for using Fatui resources in such a way.

You carefully slide through cracks and crevises, branches and bushes, trying to stay out of any Fatui sights. Eventually, you find yourself on the outskirts of the city, not far from your shared home. It surprisingly takes a lot from you to not run straight for it. You miss your house. You miss your bed. You miss Tartaglia.

But now is not the time to get sentimental!

You still need to confront him about what he did. And depending on his answer, one of you may not make it through the night. You keep yourself stealthy as you enter the house from the back. He's not home, which is good. But the place is in disarray. Furniture turned upside down, plates smashed against walls, everything caked in dust. It's hard to believe he's been living here if he even has been.

If that's the case, you may have to go looking for him. You look around the house at the disaster. He may have been trying to look for something; maybe a clue to what you had planned or something to use against you.

With that in mind, you run up the stairs to the master bedroom and open the closet. You fear the worst but are surprised to find your sister's belongings still in place.

Surely he would have found them in here.

The bedroom isn't as bad as the bottom floor, though still a mess. The bed is unmade, with a small pile of your clothes on your side of the bed, and his clothes on the floor. All of your things, besides the clothes, are still neatly in their places. Pictures of you and him together that were once on the walls are now on his nightstand, face up and smudged with fingerprints.

"What the hell happened here?" The sound of the front door opening startles you. Could that be Childe? There's no way he's living like this!

Footsteps move across the floor, into the kitchen, into the living room, and slowly up the stairs. Whoever it is, your about to face them.

The door opens slowly, almost torturously so. Soon, the sunken and sullen face of your lover is in your view, and even faster, your on the floor with a knife made of hydro to your throat. Your hood continues to obscure your identity as Childe pins you down.

"Bold of you to break into the home of a Fatui Harbinger! What did you expect?" With the pressure from the knife digging deeper and deeper into your skin, you freeze the hand wrapped around his holding the knife, and kick your leg out. Childe falls over, dropping his weapon which shatters on impact. Before you can get your bearings, he's lunging at you again. He grabs you from behind and holds you in a chokehold.

"Your fast, but you'll never be fast enough!" You gasp for air, holding onto his arm as it's wrapped around your neck. He's trying to kill you, you know he is. All the times you've sparred with him, you knew he was holding back, but he's definitely not this time. Even so, his hold on you is weak. Weak for him, at least.

You rear your elbow into his stomach as hard as you can knocking him back and you summon your catalyst. As he said, he's faster than you, but before he can get back, you place a wall of ice between him and yourself. It's not enough to hold him back for long, but enough to catch your breath. He laughs as he can hear you choking, attempting to regain your oxygen.

"You think this little wall will stop me?" He attacks the wall with his fist, making a section crumble. Your breathing is fast, but you can't seem to gain enough breath to speak. As he crumbles your wall piece by piece, you pull back your hood and lean on the bedroom wall behind you. Finally, he lands the finishing blow and the ice dissipates in a gust of cryo magic. The crazed look of bloodlust vanishes from his face the instant he sees you, hand on your throat, and your breath heavy.

"___-," He can hardly finish his whisper as he lets out a shaky breath. With the tense atmosphere suddenly calm, you're able to regain your breath and look up at the man. His skin a pale and his eyes are dull. He has large dark circles under his eyes and he looks a bit thinner than normal.

"_____," He manages to get out, still shocked you're actually here.

"Are you okay?" You shake your head.

"You haven't seen me in months and that's the first thing you say to me?" He rubs the back of his neck and looks down, ashamed.

"I didn't know it was you. I'm sorry if I hurt you." You can hardly believe what you're seeing. He seems broken, utterly defeated. If he hadn't fought you just now, you'd assume he'd fall over with the breeze.

Looking at him now, it's hard to believe he's the same man that killed your sister.

"We need to talk." He nods, refusing to meet your eyes.

"You need to tell me the truth, Tar," He takes in a shuddering breath at your words.

"All these years, I've been beside you. I've stood up for you, I've loved you. I told you all my darkest secrets and nightmares. Not once did I ever lie to you."

Tears come to his eyes just as they do yours. He bites his lip to prevent the tears from falling. You step closer to him, dropping your cloak, and put your hands up to his face. He flinches away from you but relaxes when your palms cup his cheeks and he finally looks you in the eyes.

"Over the past few months, I've thought long and hard about what I wanted to say to you. And no matter what scenario I came up with, I could never tell if I was doing the right thing. But, even though I carry some semblance of anger, I know that what I feel for you is real. And with that, I still hold hope that you feel the same and it wasn't all just a lie."

He grabs your hands, the tears now falling one by one down his pale cheeks.

"I swear to all the Archons that I love you! I never lied about that!" You hesitate for a moment, blinking away your own tears.

"And though I don't want to, I believe you," You rub your thumbs across his face, clearing some of the tears.

"But I need you to tell me everything." Tartaglia closes his eyes. He never dreamed in a million years he'd have to tell you this story. He'd hoped that you'd live in blissful ignorance for the rest of your life with him. But the gods had another plan for him and you, and he prays that at least one of them will let him keep you. Even if that's a selfish request.

"I joined the Fatui when I was young. I was constantly trying to prove myself to Signora and the Tsaritsa that I was willing to do anything they asked me. I still am," He looks at you with regretful and sorrowful eyes as he recalls the past.

"Your parents had fled Snezhnaya when you were born, because of a debt they racked up with the Fatui. When they were found in Fontaine, it was revealed that they were working for a group of rebels intent on infiltrating Snezhnaya. It was my job to take you and your sister to use as leverage on your parents. But, your sister fought back," You release his face and look away, finding it harder to keep eye contact with him.

"I wasn't as skilled as I am now, and I panicked. But La Signora said I did a good job. I didn't know that your parents had already been killed by the rebels, and neither did the Fatui. Not until after we had left you. At that point, there was no reason to continue after you. But you were never forgotten about. And when you came to Liyue, I was instructed to keep an eye on you," Childe lifts his arms up and places his hands on your shoulders.

"But I never expected to fall in love with you." You look into his ocean blue eyes and are overcome by the warmth they hold for you.

"The day I met you, I could feel it, and I tried so hard to forget about it, but you were just so . . . Amazing, and beautiful, and kind. I never expected that from you. You never once judged me or ridiculed me, even though you knew who I was. I thanked the Archons every day that you came into my life, and I prayed that you'd never find out what I'd done."

A sob breaks through as he wipes the tears running down his face. All the years you harbored hatred for this man, you never once thought about what he could have been going through. It's true that this doesn't excuse his actions, but to know that he truly regrets what he did brings you some kind of closure. In the end, revenge would have never made you feel better. Your sister wouldn't have wanted that.

You love Tartaglia with all your heart, and in this world, it's better to forgive than to let it eat away at you any longer.

"Tartaglia," His name comes out as a whisper with your breath, but he hears you loud and clear. The fear of rejection in his eyes tells you everything you need to know as you carefully speak to him.

"I forgive you." He cries, pulling you to his chest and you hug him back. Unfortunately for him, you weren't finished.

"But, I need some time to think about this. I love you; I never stopped loving you, and I always will," You pull back and smile at him before gently kissing his chapped lips.

"I'm going back to Mondstadt, but I'll be back. You just need to give me some time." He smiles as best he can and nods enthusiastically.

"I'd give you all the time in the world if I could." He moves to kiss you again, but you put a finger up to his lips to stop him.

"Save it for later, Tar." He laughs, looking back up at you with bright eyes.

"So, there's a later?"

(A little something extra. It doesn't quite fit to be an ending, but more like an epilogue just tying things together I guess lol.)

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You sigh as you sling your bag over your shoulder. It's been a good few months back in Mondstadt after your reconciliation with Childe, and you've decided it's time to go home. You've kept in regular contact with him since you've been here, writing letters to each other like new lovers. You found the whole thing quite cute, despite the circumstances. He's been regarding you with caution, taking things one step at a time, and never pushing you past any limits you set. You're grateful for that.

"You sure you wanna go back? You can always stay a bit longer, just to give yourself a bit more time to think it over." John says, arms crossed and head down. You two have grown closer over your time spent here. It's a shame to think you were so caught up in your misery to be blind to the best friend you could have had. And it's tough to say goodbye, now that you've grown attached.

"I'm sure. You don't have to miss me too much, ya know? I'll be back to visit, and I'll write every week!" John huffs.

"You better, or I'm coming over there and kicking that Fatui's ass for keeping you away! I don't care how many ruin guards he can take on!" You laugh and pull him into a hug.

"I'm gonna miss you." He hugs you back, holding you tight.

"Yeah, I know." You roll your eyes and wave goodbye to the family you didn't realize you had.

Once back in Liyue, you get settled into your home with Childe. Thankfully, he cleaned up the mess he made while you were gone. He had said he was so distraught at the thought of you leaving him, he trashed the place in anger. Not anger from you, but anger at himself. He was afraid you'd think he was a monster, that he was heartless, and that you'd never want to see him again.

He was relieved when he heard you were in Mondstadt. There, he could keep an eye on you. One of the things he was afraid of was you doing something to yourself due to the pain of it all . . . If you did that, he wouldn't know how to cope. And when he received word that you had disappeared from Mond, well, he thought that fear had come true. But in the end, things worked out. You could never forget what he did, nor do you want to. It's something you have to live with, just like he does, and it's up to you to put it aside.

You know there are many things he's done that he's not proud of. Many things of which he promises to tell you when he's ready. And you'll be there to listen as he spills his heart out to you.

You take in a breath of air as you enter the harbor, smelling the salty water of the ocean and the wonderful herbs being brought in from traveling merchants. You'll never get over these smells.

"_____!" You look over your shoulder, surprised as Chen runs over to you. You haven't seen her since the incident outside of town.

"Chen! Are you okay?" She smiles and hugs you.

"I'm doing great! My brother and I have been selling a lot more of our goods since he's been back, and business has been booming!"

"Your brother?" You tilt your head.

"Yes!" She nods enthusiastically.

"He did go to Lingju Pass as Childe had said. It turns out, he had a buyer out there but didn't want to tell me in case the deal went south. I overreacted. . ." She puts her head down in shame.

"All the rumors about the Fatui got to my head, and I assumed the worst. But Childe went out and found my brother for me. Can you please tell him I said thank you? Also that I'm sorry. I really owe him one."

You pat her on the head, relieved.

"Of course, Chen." She reaches into her pocket and pulls something out.

"For payment-"

"No!" You shove her hand away.

"Gotta go! I'm late to see Tar!" You sprint off, leaving a confused Chen in your wake.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin childe #genshin impact childe #genshin impact childe x reader #genshin childe x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader angst #genshin venti #genshin impact venti #genshin diluc #genshin impact diluc #angst

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secret-engima · 4 years ago

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(One day I'll be brave enough to come off anon but today is not that day so I hope tumblr doesnt cut off half my ask cos the mobile asks don't show word count or stop you from typing. Fingers crossed.)

Anyways.

So apparently, the FFXV wiki has "Libertus welcomes her and Noctis to visit him and Nyx at Galahd, where he returned to wait for Nyx in vain."

AND in FFXV: Comrades when the Eternal Night has arrived, "Libertus writes a letter to Nyx, discussing how the daemons have put a number on many villages, including Galahd, and that Nyx should stop by if he is near Lestallum so he can find out what happened in the Crown City." Like f*ck.

When did Libertus find out Nyx was never gonna show up? How long was he waiting?

If I have to cry, you have to cry

Anyways, it got me thinking like, with the fall of Galahd, there were probably many Ostiums who lost their Ulric. Like this was a clan of "I sees, I do's", like hell they were going to sit back and let their Ostium die. So after the Burning of Galahd, the regular Ostium meeting where Libertus is complaining about one of Nyx's shenanigans again, and some of the Ostiums are nodding like I feel your pain bruv, but there had to have been at least one incidence of an Ostium standing up abruptly, angrily, "WELL AT LEAST YOU STILL HAVE YOUR ULRIC"

And and, AU with an Ulric who's reincarnated? Like maybe as one of the MT clones? Could be an OC? And Ulrics grow up with their Ostiums so this Ulric, with their partial memories and half mad with the daemon injections but they still remember their Ostium, and at last, when Ostium and Ulric are reunited, it's a tender hand on a crying face and a soft "I'm home."

Or like a less angsty version maybe Selena Ulric reincarnated as Iris Amicitia? Like you can't tell me Iris "Fight me" Amicitia does not have Ulric energy.

All of these ideas are incredibly chaotic.

But also I have already seen this Libertus angst and cried over it because it is very likely that Libertus never knew. That he spent the entire long night clinging to the thin hope that Nyx was out there somewhere, too busy being a helpful idiot to actually stop by and say hi and not .... dead.

There definitely used to be Ostium meetings, but I feel like after the Ulrics were wiped out the meetings stopped, because they didn’t want anyone to yell at Lib for having an Ulric still. :(. So Libertus probably only complains to Ostiums who’s Ulrics died of natural causes prior to the Fall.

A reincarnated Ulric as an MT clone would be very interesting actually. I will need to think on this.

I think Iris was already born before the Fall? The Fall happened sometime before Noctis turned four, but I don’t think it was before he was born? Hard to tell. That is a fun idea though. Because that would make Gladio and Nyx shared big brothers of the same chaotic sibling. XD

#SE asks #anon asks #Secret Engima Rambles #cool ideas #angsty ideas

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love-sapphirerose · 4 years ago

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Optimally Maximal Relationship Failures

https://www.deviantart.com/antoni-matteo-garcia/art/Optimally-Maximal-Relationship-Failures-863430102

This demotivational poster is super aggro and mega highly Anti-SessKagu, Anti-KogAya, Anti-InuKag, Anti-Kagura to some extent, Anti-Kouga to a vastly significant extent, Anti-Kagome to a huge extent, but also Pro-Sesshoumaru, Pro-Inuyasha, Pro-Ayame, and highly Pro-SessAyaInu. Sit back and relax, as I tear into Sesshoumaru's and Kagura's failure of a relationship, Kouga's and Ayame's major fart of a romance that should never have been, and Inuyasha's and Kagome's annoying volatility, why Kagura does not deserve Sesshoumaru, why Kouga and Kagome only deserve my ire, wrath, and fury, and why Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha, and Ayame deserve so much better in each other. Furthermore, this is my contribution to this year's Red Ribbon Reviewers' month. Behold, my dear readers, my three greatest NOTPs of all time. Sure, I consider Naraku with anybody my greatest choice of a NOTP because someone as manipulatively dastardly such as Naraku deserves to be alone, done for, and truly deserves jack shit! However, that is too obvious of a choice. These three are the ones that make me want to tear my hair off and carve the hearts of Kouga and Kagome out with a blunt knife as well as tell Kagura to vamoose. As you can clearly tell, I have put these from bad to worse to the worst, with Sesshoumaru x Kagura being something absolutely unpleasant, Kouga x Ayame being a whole lot more atrocious, and Inuyasha x Kagome being the indubitable equivalent to toxic waste mixed with gallons of poison. Ergo, SessKagu is a bad pairing, KogAya is so much worse, and InuKag is the absolute worst pairing to exist in Inuyasha. I am aware that there are a good number of people who love to pair Sesshoumaru with Kagura because of how appealingly sexy they appear together. However, now that I have discarded those rose-tinted glasses for good, I can see this failure of a relationship for what this signifies and this all falls on Kagura's shoulders. Lest one forget that Kagura killed Kouga's tribesmen of her own volition and got pleasure out of that, trapped Miroku and Sango at Mt. Hakurei also by her own volition, kidnapped Rin, used Akago as a vessel to feed on Kagome's dark side, was manipulated into serving Princess Kaguya in the false hopes of wanting her freedom, and tended to mock Inuyasha. All of these atrocities would make Sesshoumaru fully cognizant that Kagura is far from being his equal in a relationship. Her dirty record as well as her hissy fit at Sesshoumaru for not helping her desire to be free from Naraku make her a co-dependent partner which can only spell failure in the long-term. As a mother to Rin, she would definitely fail badly because of her aforementioned dirty record and she would not be fully worthy of any sort of emulation. For someone like Kagura who is a formidable fighter, she has abused her wind powers to cause chaos and misery. Her passing may be tragic, but the awful deeds she has done are not worthy of my forgiveness. At least Sesshoumaru is free from being in a co-dependent relationship with that polarizing wind sorceress. Kouga x Ayame or KogAya is a couple I will never understand the appeal of. Yes, they are both wolf yokai, but these two could not be any more different, as Kouga is a big bluffer of a bully and a Karma Houdini and Ayame is a naturally brave, strong, fearless warrior princess with hidden depths that should have been fully realized! I have dreaded at the thought of these two ending up together because of all the failures and atrocities that would all resurface if Ayame were to find out all the horrible crimes Kouga has committed against an innocent young girl, Rin, and his entire tribe. This also extends to him not being the strong fighter he has made himself out to be and nothing more than a perennially pathetic loser who has relied on the Shikon Jewel's power instead of harnessing his own strength, as if the Shikon Jewel shards on his legs are a metaphor for steroids being used to give someone an artificial boost of strength and power. If Ayame dared to discover all of those atrocities, crimes, and rubbish Kouga has committed, she will be undoubtedly appalled at him and would repudiate him for good. I will reiterate that all of my sympathy goes to Ayame because of the fact that she deserves so much better than this pathetic waste of effort and time and deserves to grow as a veritably formidable heroine worthy of emulation, especially to all the young girls of the world. The mere fact that Kouga and his wolves killed innocent villagers including Rin who has lost her family and had to wander the world alone before she was revived Sesshoumaru through his Tenseiga and got away with murder, mainly relied on the Shikon Jewel's power to accelerate his strength and speed without working that on his own, and did not avenge his fallen comrades at the hands of Naraku and Kagura should all make Ayame's insides turn and make her reject Kouga for good and for all. Ergo, Ayame does not deserve this pathetic Karma Houdini and deserves to estrange herself from him forever, thus making her be the mother Rin truly deserves and will gladly give her her unconditional love and compassion to help her grow as a person. Speaking of couples I do not understand the appeal of by any shape of the imagination, we have my most dreaded NOTP of all time in the form of Inuyasha x Kagome or InuKag. Even as a child of eleven years old, I did not tune in to Inuyasha to see their soap opera fart of a relationship desecrating Adult Swim let alone the airwaves no matter where I was watching this series. I mainly tuned in to Inuyasha to see him growing from strength to strength and kick loads of butt, especially in his full yokai form. Furthermore, the more I saw Kagome and her brand of shrewishness, manipulativeness, brattiness, pettiness, jealousy, and callousness, the more irritated I became. There was barely any semblance of a romantic relationship blooming between Inuyasha and Kagome, as it was more of Kagome being the owner to Inuyasha's pet, especially where the Beads of Subjugation and the purpose of Inuyasha's sword Tessaiga are concerned. The Beads of Subjugation were used for Inuyasha to not do anything rash while the Tessaiga, aside from being a sword of destruction, was also intended to be used to protect those who are oppressed. Being the manipulative shrew Kagome was, she believed this would give her leeway for Inuyasha to shield her and be her "knight in shining armor" who will save her from all forms of danger without honing her own skills as a fighter. What is worse is that Kagome extends her manipulation to Miroku, Sango, and Shippou aka The Dunderhead Family to be nothing more than her pathetic posse and have them jump on a certain bandwagon that has brought Inuyasha a whole bunch of trauma. I am, of course, talking about how he was still hurting from the guilt he felt when Naraku manipulated both him and Kikyou into betraying each other. Miroku, Sango, Shippou, and especially Kagome never understood Inuyasha's pain and trauma in the slightest and The Dunderhead Family think that anytime Kagome was hurt it was all because of him. Furthermore, there is the fact that Inuyasha and Kagome are an undeniable example of being in a Karmic relationship with each other, given the many times they have been yelling, bickering, squabbling, and getting themselves in a heap of messily addictive habits that will only dig them deeper into more quagmires than find any sensibility or profound meaning. It says something that someone as compassionate, genuine, kind, and natural as Rin makes a far better companion to Inuyasha than The Dunderhead Family and...ugh....Kagome combined. Do not even get me started on the first episode of Yashahime because Inuyasha still has those accursed Beads of Subjugation on and she still does not trust him where Kikyou was concerned. Kagome was never attentive to him, never understood him in a profound level, and always believed she had dominance over him. This, my friends, is why I absolutely loathe InuKag with all of my being and it stands perched atop the medal platform of shame as my most disdained NOTP of all time. InuKag makes SessKagu more tolerable in comparison and the only other NOTP to ever come close to InuKag's brand of disgust is KogAya. Regardless, InuKag is the NOTP I will never want to touch with a twelve-foot pole. You might even noticed a recurring theme in terms of my discussion of my Inuyasha NOTPs and that is the importance of Rin. Well, she does play an integral part in not only Sesshoumaru's life but also the lives of Inuyasha and Ayame. Considering that Kouga and his wolves killed her in cold blood and got away with murder, Kagura kidnapped her as ransom for Sesshoumaru to annihilate Naraku, and that Kagome and The Dunderhead Family do not even come close to Rin's brand of compassion, I say that it was high time for Sesshoumaru to ditch Kagura, Inuyasha to give a big, fat, ugly screw-you to Kagome, and Ayame to drop kick Kouga in his family jewels to be the worthy parents to give Rin the great home she truly deserves complete with siblings in the forms of Dai, Roku, Kai, Shiori, and Shinta. To make things better, Rin will be definitely grateful to have two strong, powerful, brave dads like Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha, one courageous, honorable, compassionate mom like Ayame, three tough, independent, loving older brothers like Dai, Roku, and Kai, a lovable, caring, compassionate "twin" sister like Shiori because they are also the same age though Shiori is a month younger than her, and a lovable, sweet, attentive younger brother like Shinta. Just squeeze in Shuran, Hakkaku, and Ginta to be her loving uncles and Shunran to be her equally loving auntie and it will be a glorious family Rin will be more than happy to be a part of. With that said, having a three-way relationship with Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha being the chivalrous, caring, noble husbands to Ayame is so much better than having these three suffer a series of terrible relationships. This also extends to how proud Toga the Dog General and The Wolf Elder shall be of their progeny for giving Rin a great home and for finding true friends in Shuran, Hakkaku, Ginta, and Shunran who are just as supportive of Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha, and Ayame being in a three-way relationship. In conclusion, I am so ecstatic to make SessKagu, KogAya, and especially InuKag my biggest NOTPs for life. I will never touch these failures with a twelve-foot pole ever again, but the putrid effect of these NOTPs will forever remain ingrained in my memory as a stern reminder what bad relationships can look like. From the co-dependency found in Kagura's failed relationship with Sesshoumaru to the utter deception and lies Ayame would have found herself falling hook, line, and sinker all for Kouga's pathetic hide to Inuyasha's and Kagome's fart of a relationship only spelling death and destruction for years to come, there is nothing that will salvage these losers together. I am just going to keep Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha, and Ayame in a loving three-way relationship complete with a great family they can call their own and Shuran, Hakkaku, Ginta, and Shunran are going to be part of that family as their siblings for life. I hope you all enjoyed my evisceration of SessKagu, KogAya, and InuKag as my biggest NOTPs for life and I would love to hear from you if you agree with me on this. Until then, I will see you in the next submission. Take care and Happy Holidays, everybody. Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha, and Ayame as well as the lame-os known as Kouga, Kagura, and Kagome from Inuyasha belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise.

#inuyasha #inuyasha the final act #anti inukag #anti kagome #anti sunrise

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of-princesses-and-antlers · 6 years ago

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@superhero-forhire 's Sleep Deprived, Boredom Induced, The 100 Hiatus 2019/2020 Fic Rec Masterpost(wow that's a long title)

Ok guys, so for no other reason than it's currently 2:30am and I'm bored and apparently not sleeping, I have decided to put together a list of some of the best fics (in my opinion) this fandom has to offer! And as we are currently at the beginning of what is going to be a very long and excruciating (and our last) hiatus, I figure there's no better way to get through it than with some quality reading material.

(This list will be mostly Bellarke and Clarke Griffin Centric)

So without further ado, here is a (somewhat) complete list of my all time Favorite t100 Fanfics, as they are listed/sorted in my bookmarks

First up

Special Collection:

Reach Out (Touch Me) by ParadiseAvenger

When a hot spring was discovered near the camp, Clarke was excited to use it to soothe her aching muscles and escape from the pressure of holding so many lives in her hands. As it turned out, she wasn't the only one.

Meet Me in the Morning by monroeslittle

“I guess one of us is messed up,” he said, “and it’s part of our hallucination that the other is, too.” He paused. “Seems appropriately hellish that my mind sticks me with you.”

She pursed her lips. “Likewise.”

AU. Clarke is trapped in a stupid time loop, and guess who's trapped with her?

Love is Not a Whisper (or a weakness) by monroeslittle

"There was a strange, muffled snap, and the tentacle around her middle was retracted. The hold on her ankle was gone, and Bellamy was pulling her up through the water. She began to pump her arms, and they broke the surface; she gasped, and coughed.

He pressed a gun into her hand. “If you see a ripple, shoot,” he ordered."

AU. The dropship doesn't land on land. The next seven years are a little bit different.

Sing the Rage of Peleus' Son Achilles by viansian

"I have spent my entire life afraid of men thought to be gods," he finally says. "I'll tell you a secret, princess: these men? The ones who claim to be deities? Their blood isn't ichor. They bleed red like the rest of us, and sometimes they need to be reminded of that."

When the Strong Break by AJRedfern

In which Bellamy Blake teaches Marcus Kane something about desperation, loyalty and unrealised feelings.

(Or the one where Marcus Kane slowly comes to realise what we've all known since season 1)

*Ep. 302 from Kane's POV.*

And Now You're Home by asroark

She didn’t try to muffle the sounds of her crying this time. It wasn’t like anyone was around to hear it, anyway. At least if she was loud, Clarke could drown out the silence for a few moments. She cried for her friends, the ones she had already lost and the ones that might have made it up to space. She cried for her mom and for Kane. She cried for the bodies she found in the valley when she first arrived. And she cried for herself.

She didn’t hear the shuffling behind her this time. She was crying too loud to hear it. But she heard the quiet, “Are you hurt?” rumbling behind her in a deep voice, and it scared her so bad that she almost fell off the ledge and back into the water. But he stopped her from falling. His hand gripped around her wrist, pulling her back onto the ledge as she caught her breath.

Grounder!Bellamy AU where Clarke finds out she isn't the last person left on Earth.

Come Get A Hold Of Me by theinvisibledisaster

Clarke is overwhelmed by the intensity of being around a civilization after six years of solitude with Madi.

She is also very touch-starved.

Bellamy notices.

By Tomorrow We'll Be Lost by WiinterIsNotComing

“I would tell you everything,” he murmured against her skin, “if you asked.”

She swallowed and stared at the ceiling. “Even if it got you killed?”

He pulled away to look at her. “Oh Clarke.” He breathed out. “Being near you is enough to get me killed.”

An Evening I Will Not Forget by theoneinquisitor

It's his last night before deployment, and all Bellamy wants to do is make it memorable. Meeting Clarke? It's definitely something he won't forget.

Canon-Verse/Divergence:

His Arms, Her Crown by beadedslipper

A year has passed since the remainder of the original hundred escaped Mt. Weather and reunited with their comrades. Things are going well for them and they are about to celebrate their first anniversary on earth. But on the ground things never stay simple or safe for long. When Clarke is separated from the group during a routine mission how will she ever find her way back home? And how will Bellamy lead the people who need him now more than ever when all he can think about is getting his princess back?

keep me safe inside (your arms like towers) by glowinghorizons

"Bellamy looks at her, really looks at her, and reminds himself that she’s only just turned eighteen. She’s still a kid, and suddenly he’s aware of how much stronger than him she is. Only eighteen, yet she’s taken it upon herself to make sure these kids survive life on the ground.

“I trust you,” he tells her, and he’s only a little surprised to realize that it’s the complete truth."

season one AU. the 100 are sent to the ground and learn how to survive. bellamy and clarke fight to keep a peace treaty alive when the ark comes down, and find each other along the way.

You're Just Another Recovering Heart by prosciutto

Clarke’s still looking at him when he finally brings himself to turn away, her gaze impossibly soft, but it’s the way she says his name that breaks him, in the end. “Bell.”

He closes his eyes, the motion reflexive. “Letters,” he says finally, sounding absolutely wrecked, despite himself. “They’re letters I wrote to you, while you were gone.”

Bellamy gets into the habit of writing letters to the girl he left behind in the six years they’re apart. But as it turns out, Clarke’s alive, and she’s read them. (Or: the fallout of a love confession six years in the making.)

In My Dreams We Are Always Together by andsowemeetagain

100 delinquents got sent to Earth and battled for survival against the odds. They landed in Trikru territory but that is not where they stayed. After weeks of battle and war, the Sky People finally lost. They were sent to a land far away, where a group of Grounders unlike any they've met waited for them.

as moonlight through the pines by twilightstargazer

The tattoos are Bellamy’s idea.

Clarke has left her kit of ink and needles on their makeshift dining table, next to her paintings that she was letting dry. Harper came in earlier asking for a touch-up and she forgot to put them away.

Now, Bellamy’s eyes land on it and he tugs her towards it saying, “I want another tattoo.”

In the end she draws a minimalistic version of a sunset-- or sunrise, depending on how you look at it-- over the ocean, just a few straight lines for the sea and a semicircle for the sun. It’s very simple, with thick dark lines that stand out nicely from the skin.

“It could probably pass as a clan tattoo,” she says, studying it while she cleans it up. “Maybe we should give it to all our people.”

“I could give it to you,” he says, already reaching for the ink, and Clarke is sufficiently drunk enough that nothing about that sentence sets off any alarm bells in her head. “You’re my people. You need one too.”

She grins and reveals her forearm to him too, already taking a swig from the bottle in preparation. “Okay.”

or, 3 times the grounders thought they were married and one time they actually were

Parents in parenthesis by Ideasofmarch

In which Bellamy and Clarke skip the animosity faze and start straight at co-leaders - and parents, somehow - and things turn out a lot better for almost everyone involved.

or.

The ark's coming down and the council wants to combine camps. The price? Bellamy's head on a stake.

And that's one price Clarke just isn't willing to pay.

The Cure For Anything by enoughtotemptme

Anya said not to approach the Sky People, so he doesn’t. He just watches from a distance as the young, strange people pour out of the mouth of their ship. Many are his sister’s age, but none appear to have a fraction of the discipline Octavia does.

His sister is a warrior, and has been for years.

These people…

These people are children.

Stupid ones, Bellamy notes, as some fall to their knees and kiss the ground perilously close to a pile of deer droppings.

And then, he sees her.

Modern Setting:

regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all by Chash

After an argument with her mother about her unplanned pregnancy, Clarke Griffin ends up back in the small town where her father used to live, spilling her sob story to a sympathetic bartender. And then, somehow, she ends up moving in with the bartender and her brother.

I'll Be Chasing Angels All My Life by grumpybell

“Always. Night, Princess.” He hangs up and finds his mother watching him with oddly clear eyes. He swallows, uncomfortable with the look.

“Who's your princess?” Aurora asks, a smile on her lips. His princess, Bellamy pushes the thought away. Of course it would sound like that to someone who doesn't know.

“She's no one.”

“Now, I know I raised my boy not to lie to his mother,” Aurora says, mock sternly. Bellamy shifts a little, trying to think how to even begin to explain Clarke, what they are and aren't to each other.

Something Always Survives by asroark

Bellamy had been trapped in this place for over two years. He can’t even count how many cellmates he lost over that time, how many times he had to meet a new voice from a person he would never see… And, almost every time, he found himself telling them a story to help calm them down, to reassure them that everything was going to be okay, even when he knew it would never be okay. Clarke had been no different than the others until this moment.

She was the first one to ever try to comfort him in return. So, he whispered, “Okay,” and pressed his ear to the corner.

Modern AU loosely inspired by The OA where Clarke finds herself abducted and caged with four strangers as they all struggle to make sense of their captor's experiments.

Challenge Accepted by insideimfeelindirty

He doesn't even like Clarke Griffin, he's pretty sure he hates how easy everything has come to her. So imagine his surprise when he finds himself at their office party looking through dick pics on her phone.

“You can do better, Princess. In fact, I can do better.”

As soon as she turns to him with raised eyebrows and an open mouthed grin he knows he’s said too much but she’s not going to let it drop.

“Oh really, you think you can do better, Blake?”

And he's never backed down from a challenge in his life.

did you invent the airplane? because you wright for me by FrostedGemstones22

Layovers and plane malfunctions suck. That is, unless you have a sexy stranger to keep you company all the way through your travels...

Or, Bellamy and Clarke join the Mile High Club

when it all comes together by soundtracktomysoul

The four times the delinquents tried to set them up and the one time they didn't need to

The one where Jasper is a die hard Bellarke shipper and makes a group chat.

The Delinquents:

What We Built by elle_stone

What, precisely, it means to be 'Dad,' he can’t actually say. He's something more than a make-believe, playhouse version of a father figure, something less than an actual parent. It's not a role he could explain to anyone, but then, no one ever asks. Outside of their insular group, no one even knows about the old tradition, and as long as the dropship survivors stick to themselves, the status quo remains unchallenged, uninterrogated.

It starts as a joke, this habit the hundred have of calling Clarke and Bellamy 'mom' and 'dad.' But by the time the Mount Weather survivors return to Camp Jaha, it's become much more than that. It's become a way to signal that they're still a family, even as they reunite with their people and integrate themselves into the growing settlement.

One of the Greatest Titles in the World is Parent by jollyrogerjayhawk

“One of the greatest titles in the world is parent, and one of the biggest blessings in the world is to have parents to call mom and dad.” Bellamy and Clarke have somehow quasi-adopted a plethora of children.

Senses by Ghelik

This isn't what Abby expected. She isn't sure what she had expected, but this loyalty to a teenage would-be murderer, this compliance is not it.

It is clear that the children of this camp are in dire need of saving. Good thing that the Ark is here now.

Baby, Let Me Straighten Out Your Broken Bones by chalantness

She's absolutely frightened and he can't fathom it. He can't reconcile the Clarke that's taken care of them since Day One on the ground – that clawed arrows and spears and bullets from their bodies and refused to let them die, that cut open her own wounds in pure protective instinct because she felt like they were in danger – with the Clarke standing before him. She's afraid, not of Grounders, or Mountain Men, or the judgment she'd face as soon as she stepped inside.

She's afraid of herself.

all the kids are talking slang i won't pretend to understand by caramelle

"You told Mo— Clarke?!"

Clarke arches a brow, crossing her arms over her middle. "'Maw-Clarke'?"

Four times the delinquents called Clarke/Bellamy ‘mom/dad’ + One time someone else did

8 times Kyle Wick heard about Clarke and 1 time he met her by a_simple_space_nerd

Wick wonders why Clarke Griffin is so special. He wonders how she could leave. He wonders how people could blame a girl for the way the world was. (This isn't slash, I'm just bad at summaries.)

None of Us is Innocent by amyhanmayari

It was early spring when Jasper went missing and a fortnight after that before he truly returned to Camp Jaha remotely resembling the boy with goggles who fell from the sky with a smile on his face. Whenever anyone asked him what happened during the two weeks when he was gone, he would crack a small, fragile smile and say “got lost, got found.” And that was that.

life in love can never last (everyone becomes the past) by a_simple_space_nerd

“Clarke,” Monty sighs, softly, all his frustration leaving him in a gust. “You’re dead. You in my dream, that’s my subconscious thinking about you while I sleep. That’s all.”

Clarke’s grin turns sharp. “Who says it’s your dream?”

(Grief is a funny thing, and everyone feels it.)

Do Better by juneytunes

Jasper wants to be Clarke's hero. Letting her get some rest in the drop ship is a good enough start. [ Jasper/Clarke FRIENDSHIP ]

Swim by Zaffie

Raven was a little girl who wanted to swim, and screw all those people who say she can't do it.

We Have All The Time In The World by Death_Shapeshifter

They were waiting, of course they were waiting. She was one of them. She was family. They would wait a thousand years for her.

The Griffin-Blake Family:

Lazy Mornings by these_dreams_go_on

Bellamy gets woken up by Madi and Clarke comes looking for her.

it's a chance we'll have to take by killianslonghaul

“You thought the person you loved was dead for six years and then found out she wasn’t. You can’t let that go. Not everyone gets a second chance like that.”

Bellarke reunion after Praimfaya and subsequent feelings

My Heart by QueenoftheWallflowers

Russell and the primes are gone and Bellamy and Clarke try to take a well-deserved nap. Confessions are made and forgiveness is given.

I can see clearly now by melodiousoblivian

6 years after they left Clarke behind, SpaceKru returns to find Clarke alive and thriving. Bellamy doesn't know how to cope.

No eligius, no becho.

little did you know by melodiousoblivian

"Six years later and they were on the ground. Raven saw her first, a flash of blonde hair in the trees, a startled yell, and she was running towards the dead girl. Clarke met her halfway and they collided, falling to the ground at the force of impact. Both were crying, running hands over each others faces to truly verify that they were here. Monty was next, holding Clarke so tight that she couldn't breathe. Harper simply rested her forehead against Clarke's. Murphy let out a rare laugh and embraced the girl he mourned. Echo and Emori greeted her kindly. Bellamy stood behind, frozen.

Monty saw the girl first, standing timidly at the edge of the group. She had hair the color of the night sky, and blue eyes that saw so deeply it was startling. Clarke introduced her as Madi, that she was Clarke's, and that was it."

A Solution by timelordlookingforatardis

Madi’s mouth was set in a thin line as she looked between the two men. Finally, setting on Jordan she announced, "I have a solution for our Prime problem.”

“Thank goodness,” Jordan beamed, moving over to join them as the table. Ignoring Bellamy’s wide-eyed protest, he said, “Tell me more.”

“It involves fire,” She started. Jordan nodded eagerly in front of her, “All -”

“Absolutely not!” Bellamy cut her off, “We are not attacking these people and destroying our chances for a better life!” He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, “They are going to teach us how to survive on this planet and then we are gone. We are not going to be the bad guys here!” He hissed.

POST 6X06 Madi, Jordan and Bellamy talk about what Clarke would've wanted.

My Home is With You by wake_n_Blake (kt_anasi)

When eight-year-old Octavia Blake is brought into the infirmary for her first check-up, Clarke gets the honor... and makes a friend.

Eventually, that friendship leads to a newfound family.

Or, the one where Clarke and Bellamy fall in love while basically raising Octavia on Earth.

Rated T for some crude language. This fic is like fluff on a stick- no angst... just happiness.

I'm Not Crying, You're Crying:

i'm on my knees, you're faith in shreds by stoneage_woman

"Over the roaring in his ears, Bellamy dimly registers Jackson telling Madi to breathe. His eyes are fixed on Clarke. Clarke, who for once isn’t even trying calm Madi down, who is visibly fighting to keep from breaking down herself, her head bowed low and her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

And Bellamy finally understands with an awful, damning clarity exactly how badly he’s fucked up."

Post Season 5 AU. As the last survivors of humanity try to make a fresh beginning on a new, deserted planet, Bellamy tries to find his way back to a lonely, distant Clarke. A life-threatening crisis opens his eyes to a few hard truths. A Bellarke reconciliation fic.

Set The Dark On Fire by theinvisibledisaster

Clarke isn't coping well with peacetime on the Eligius ship, and while Bellamy has woken some of the others (mainly spacekru) and tries to organise a trip to the ground, making decisions and considering all the variables, Clarke makes a choice of her own:

She'll take herself out of the equation.

OR: the post season 5 idea I had to write because all of the unresolved emotional turmoil this season is actually killing me and someone needs to notice that Clarke is in pain, for the love of god.

Monin hou by Ghelik

After Bellamy and Clarke negotiate with the grounders, they decide to share the bunker equally. 100 spots per clan. That marks the start of 5 years of forced peace in which mortal enemies have to learn how to live with each other.

Shit goes as expected.

Blanket of leaves by Ghelik

Madi tells the story of her life: from the moment mom found her to the descent of the Seven Heroes from the sky castle

Not Yet by Ghelik

Clarke finds Madi's body in their home.

Something in the Water by Youremyalways

“You know I love you, right?”

——

Clarke is supposed to die for killing Josephine, but things go wrong at the last second. Nobody is more equipped to help Clarke deal with losing a mother than Bellamy Blake.

This is How I Leave You by Africana123

Clarke decides to take her life after the events of season 6. Right as she's getting ready to do so, Jordan finds her. But it's not what you think.

Clarke Griffin Deserves Better:

Mighty Fine Shindig by theinvisibledisaster

An idea I had while rewatching Firefly, kinda based on the episode Shindig, but you definitely don't have to have watched it to read this, because I really took this in its own direction.

When they touch down on the new planet, the leaders throw a ball in their honour, which involves Clarke in a dress getting all the attention she deserves, Bellamy being very jealous and doing a terrible job of concealing it, and possibly getting into a fight over Clarke, so... everyone's fantasy?

Just mine?

Cool.

The Bruise Won't Heal (the stain stays put) by theinvisibledisaster

“What the hell is your problem, Clarke?” And this time, the tone was so disgusted, so bitter, than something snapped, deep in Clarke’s chest.

Fuck it.

“What’s my problem?” She asked, incredulous. “What’s my problem? You’ve got to be kidding me, Raven. I died. I died, paralysed and alone, and then I died again, and both times, the only person who cared was Bellamy. Kane died, my mother died, my daughter almost did- and you have the audacity to ask me what my problem is?!”

After they save everyone - again - they actually have a moment to rest.

And Clarke has had ENOUGH.

Hear me now (like you never heard me then) by evening_skies

A rewrite of Raven and Clarke’s scene in 6x04. Wherein Clarke does not regret the choices she made, and Raven wonders if the Clarke Griffin she remembers really did die in Praimfaya.

“Raven, I am not a leader,” Clarke said, and Raven’s words lodged in her throat. “I barely remember how to be a friend. I am a mother before all else, and you—you are the people that put monsters in my child’s head and threw her into the middle of a war.”

I accept that you may never forgive me. That’s okay. I don’t forgive you either.

Other Pairings:

In Darkness More than Light by lilybeth84

In the aftermath of the destruction of Mount Weather, with Clarke gone AWOL, his parents dead, and Jasper not speaking to him, Monty finds comfort in the dark forests beyond the walls of Camp Jaha.

One night, while in the grip of despair, he can't help wonder if life is worth living anymore. But his thoughts of death are interrupted when Clarke emerges from the woods, and he is forced to make decisions that will either save her-a woman he cares more deeply for than he ever realized-or lose her, and with her, a reason to survive.

Paradise Found by DAgron01

Octavia can't get enclosed again. Never again. She won't let them put her in cryo-freeze, but at least she's not alone...

Fix it fic--spoilers through season 5 finale! Canon-divergence

Love is Strength by DAgron01

Octavia Blake knew she was at least a little broken. She didn't plan on Clarke Griffin fixing her so thoroughly.

Canon compliant (and spoilers) through "Exit Wounds." Takes place immediately following when Madi officially becomes part of Wonkru.

Saving Clarke by btvscharmedgirl

Nearly a year after the hundred landed on the ground, Octavia watches Clarke struggle with all that happened and tries everything she can to help her in anyway she can.

As Galatea to Pygmalion by apolloadama

Clarke leaves Camp Jaha and rebuilds herself. Octavia and Lincoln help.

The Ties That Bind by Ofseaandsky

With more time to plan before the Death Wave hits, Clarke and Roan need to find a way to get the Coalition to work together and save more people to from the second Praimfaya. What will it take to get the 13 clans to work together and find a way to survive together as life on planet Earth rapidly approaches it's end?

and i'll love the world, like i should, for all the time that i never could by a_simple_space_nerd

And it’s now, of all times, that she lets herself finally, finally think: they’re up in space and I’m down on earth and even if I can survive this they’ll be up there for five years at minimum. I’m alone here.

It’s not as awful as she’d expected the revelation to be. Maybe it’s because she’s in the middle of the apocalypse but suddenly she doesn’t feel the need to curl into a ball and cry for days. Maybe it’s also the fact that she isn’t dead.

She’s still struggling not to get blown away, even sheltered as she is the ruins of some bank or something like it, the building creaking and groaning as the roaring typhoon thrashes its foundations. There’s dirt and grit flying everywhere, the dust so thick Clarke has to squint. The storm is taller than the highest skyscraper in the ruins, reaching down to the ground and back up to the sky for more fuel, thunder and lightning and everything in between all at once.

In this moment there is just Clarke and the storm and the end of the world and her uncertain future.

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rosedotnoire · 6 years ago

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Prompt #7: Forgiven

Content Warnings: Character death

Rating: M

Ao3 Link

He had ordered the aetherytes destroyed when the city was evacuated, so when Aymeric returned to Ishgard he entered on foot from Falcon’s Nest, climbing over the piles of rubble in front of the gate. The streets in Foundation were empty, all the inhabitants fled or turned. As he climbed to the Pillars, he spotted one or two white figures who observed his passing, but they made no move to interfere.

“He’s searching for you,” Lucia had told him before she could no longer speak, black eyes staring through him. “When I fought him, he kept asking where you were.”

In the end, Aymeric had run her through. Poisoned food was fine for some, but she deserved a soldier’s death. Vidofnir herself lit her pyre. When Lucia’s ashes were scattered on the winds of the Churning Mists, Aymeric risked using the Zenith aetheryte to travel to the Winding Stones and inform the last of the Scions of his plan.

“It’s too risky,” Krile argued. “If anything goes wrong, and we lose you…”

Aymeric gave her a thin smile. “I have tried to lead what remains of our people, and any others who are willing to shelter beneath Hraesvelgr’s wings, but the current stalemate will not—cannot—last. Only his death can stop our star from being lost to the Light like the First.”

“Can you do it, though?” Krile said. “Can you really bring yourself to kill him?”

Aymeric was silent for a long time. Finally he said, “I once loosed an arrow at the heart of my dearest friend and lover. If I must do the same to end Galqar’s suffering, I will do so.”

There were more sin eaters in the Pillars, small groups congregating front of the ruined noble manors. Aymeric paused near the crumbling façade of House Fortemps, breath catching in his chest as a sin eater with Artoriel’s face cast in marble turned to look at him.

I will free you, Aymeric promised silently. I will free you all.

At last he stood at the entrance to the Vault. The gates were open; to his horror, Aymeric saw that they were guarded by a pair of all-too-familiar sin eaters. One curved her lips in a ghastly parody of a smile.

“At last, Brother,” the creature that had once been Alisaie said.

“He will be pleased.” The thing that was once Alphinaud bowed. Aymeric was tempted to strike them down and release them from this horror, but they’d learned early on that if the former Scions were slain, the Lightwarden would simply raise them again. Biting his lip until he tasted blood, Aymeric continued his ascent.

He met what remained of Urianger and Y’shtola on the next level; they nodded in acknowledgement but thankfully didn’t speak. At the pinnacle of the Vault, still as a statue, Thancred stood guard, a sin eater in the form of a young girl Aymeric didn’t recognize at his side. The mockery of Thancred smiled slightly and gestured with his gunblade to the platform where once, long ago, an airship had docked.

As Aymeric approached, he heard a girl’s voice in his head: Save us, please.

“Aymeric, finally you’re here!”

He stumbled then, staring, mind unable to process what he saw. A tall Elezen man beamed at him, arms outstretched, his black mail armor whole and unmarred.

“Haurchefant?” he whispered.

“I missed him, so I brought him back.” The deep voice resonated throughout the Vault, making the floor shake under Aymeric’s feet. He stared up, and up, and up at the monstrosity that he’d once loved.

Elpis, people had named him; it meant “Hope” in one of the ancient tongues. It was bitterest irony, for the man who had been a savior and a liberator now epitomized despair. No one could stand against him and the sin eaters he commanded, former friends and comrades turned into minions. After unleashing the Flood of Light on the First, he’d returned to the Source, where he’d razed Garlemald before turning west.

“I’ve been waiting for you, my love,” Elpis said. He wore gold armor that matched his horns, large and curling. The once warm brown skin was white, and while his eyes were still black, the silver limbal rings had turned gold. The four wings extending behind him were made of swords instead of feathers. As Aymeric drew closer, the Lightwarden’s form shifted, shrinking until he was close to Galqar’s size again.

“I missed you so much,” he said, the beloved, familiar voice sounding so wrong. “You ran away from me, but I forgive you. I’ll always forgive you. My Aymeric.”

He held out his arms, and Aymeric went to him, Naegling falling from nerveless fingers. He felt ice-cold lips on his own, and bladed wings sliced him open as they folded around him, holding him close. He didn’t notice when the blood that dripped on the floor turned from red to white.

Notes: Lightwarden!Galqar is basically Bahamut from Final Fantasy XV in white and gold.

This could be an AU, or it could be a nightmare Galqar has after Mt. Gulg. I decided to leave it ambiguous.

The Sin Eaters of the Seventh Dawn are:

Alisaie - Forgiven Recklessness Alphinaud - Forgiven Sophistry Urianger - Forgiven Duplicity Y'shtola - Forgiven Impatience Thancred - Forgiven Resentment Ryne - Forgiven Timorousness

#FFxivWrite2019 #day 7 prompt #forgiven #final fantasy xiv #galqar haragin #aymeric de borel #dark #lightwarden wol #sin eaters of the seventh dawn #haurchefant #but he's still mostly dead

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angstybadboytrash · 6 years ago

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||Voice of Treason|| Chapter 8

[DABI X OC]

Summary: Hanako Yamada is tired of living in her brother’s shadow, so when an old friend comes back into her life, she can’t help but take a chance and make a new name for herself alongside the League of Villains.

Chapter: | Masterlist |

A/N: Hello friends! Here is another chapter. I’m gonna be honest l didnt even know where this was going to go when I started this chapter but this seemed like the only possible ending. Don’t hate me please! I promise that things will get bette just bear with me! I honestly don’t know if anyone is reading this but I have dreams lol

Please please please like and comment because I would really enjoy some feedback on this.

Reblog to be put on the tag list

Tags: @fridgesbestfriend @princedabi @nightkidd-hd @gaylemonsmutfluff @dark-eyed-dream @sweetycue @aarinisreading

It was silent on what was supposed to be a battlefield. The only thing heard was the crunch of rubble under the boots of failed heroes. Concerned glances were shared between comrades as they struggled to figure out what had just happened. All Might was the first to break the silence.

“Woods, Mt. Lady. Search the building. Bring me anything you think would assist in finding their new location.” The young Pros nodded and headed off to gather intel.

“Endeavor. Do you have any idea who that boy was who stood with Hana? He seemed to know you and Hana mimicked you. Is there anything you want to share?” All Might crossed his arms infront of his chest. Endeavor was still in shock and was completely zoned out into the distance as every memory from that cursed day hit him at once.

“Hey dad, I need to talk to you about something. I need your advice.” A baby faced, fresh out of UA Touya Todoroki stood infront of his fathers desk. He was busy filling out papers from that days incident and he was already irritated. He glanced up at his son and gave him a look that said ‘go on’.

“Okay well you see, um, I have been dating Hana for a while now and I think, um, I think I want to-“

“Break up with her? Good idea son. I fully support it.” Enji cut his son off without even looking up. He had never really supported Touya and Hana because he would have preferred his son to marry a girl with a powerful quirk. Make the Todoroki name proud with strong grandchildren that could surpass him one day.

“Oh my god again with this bullshit?! No I am not breaking up with her dad. You know what never mind. I was gonna get your blessing but never fucking mind.” Touya pinched the bridge of his nose before throwing his hand away and shoving it in his pocket to match his other hand.

Enji looked up from his papers to see a very frustrated Touya. “That harlot doesn’t deserve you son. You could do so much better! Her quirk is weak and your children would be useless. You need to focus on the important task at hand. Becoming the number one hero.” He stood from his desk and slowly made his way around the edge of it. When he reached the center of it he leaned back to sit on it and crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to intimidate his son.

Touya’s face became so flushed with anger that his face was almost the same shade of red as his hair. Endeavor was right infront of him now and he was pissed. How dare he talk about his beloved that way? He didn’t give a shit about becoming number one, he just wanted to be with the woman he loved.

“Fuck you. I’m not ending anything with Hana. I love her and you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” Touya pulled his hands out of his pockets to prevent his pants from catching fire. He was extremely close to setting off his quirk and he was gonna lose it if another asshole remark came out of his father’s mouth.

“Have you really not learned a single thing from me? You’re an idiot Touya. You don’t love her she’s just a distraction and you need to end it.” Enji stood his ground and he wasn’t going to let this relationship slide any longer. He had already found a suitable bride for his son he just need to get him to end it with Hana.

“No she isn’t! You wouldn’t know shit about love. I don’t think you love mom, or literally any of your children! You’re just a fucking sperm donor to this family. I’m gonna ask Hana to marry me and nothing’s gonna stop me.” Touyas hand lit aflame he pointed an accusatory finger at his father. He was practically boiling with anger and he was sick of this bullshit.

“No son of mine will ever marry trash like Hanako Yamada! You’re forbidden.” Enji scoffed at his sons ignorance and that just made Touya angrier. This conversation was over and he was leaving.

“You can’t stop me from doing shit. I’m marrying her. I knew getting your blessing was bullshit. Goodbye.” Touya turned and went to leave but he didn’t even make it two steps before a ball of hellflame blasted him into the large oak door. He feel to his knees and rushed to his feet and raised his arms in an X to attempt to block the blow he knew was coming.

Endeavor didn’t throw a punch like he usually did, instead he grabbed both of Touya’s forearms. Hellfire licked its way up Touya’s jacket sleeves, burning the clothing and the flesh underneath. Touya screamed out in pain as his flesh surely scarred, he threw his head to the side so he wouldn’t have to look at his father while silent tears slipped down his cheeks.

“Don’t you DARE walk away from me ever again. I won’t tolerate behavior like this and you’ll be punsished for it. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be trash just like her and then she won’t even want you. Look at me! Do you hear me?!” Endeavor let go of one of Touya’s arms to grab his chin and forced him to look at him. The flesh of his cheeks burned under the heat of his dim hellflame. More tears poured down Touya’s cheeks as he tried to swallow his sobs.

“Hero’s don’t cry. You’re pathetic. Just like her.” Enji removed his hand from Touya’s chin so that he could place his pointer and pinky fingers directly under Touya’s eyes, burning away the tears and flesh. Touya was brutally scarred both mentally and physically. Touya blasted Endeavor back with the arm he let go of and he ran from the office, and he ran from the house and then he ran a little further from the town he used to call home. He ran from Hana, and he ran from his past self because now he was scarred, and ugly, and he was a monster.

Enji was the reason his son looked like that and he was the reason why they had a funeral because he didn’t think Touya would survive those injuries. He was the reason why his son dissappeared for two years. He was the reason why his son became a villain because he didn’t want him to marry the girl he loved. This was all his fault.

“Endeavor? Endeavor? Enji!” All Might’s voice shook him from his memory. He was dazed and confused and now extremely upset with himself. He shook his head in an an attempt to shake away the thoughts.

“I’m sorry what?” Endeavor turned to look at a very concerned All Might.

“I asked you a question. Do you know the boy who was with Hana? We need to confirm his identity but no one is sure.” All Might still stood with his arms crossed against his chest. Before Enji could respond, Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady approached them with two peices of paper in hand.

“They didn’t leave anything behind. But we did find these on one of the beds up stairs.” My. Lady handed over the papers to All Might.

“All Might! Did you find anything in the building?” Eraserhead seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and behind him trailed a very numb Present Mic. His face was flushed from crying and he honestly looked like shit but who can blame him, his sister was gone. He was extremely zoned out and wasn’t paying attention at all.

“Woods and Mt. Lady found these letters. I was about to read them.” Eraserhead nodded to the man and he began to read the first letter.

“Sorry not sorry,

If you’re reading this you now know that I am no longer Hanako Yamada, but I am the Sound Villain Decible. Which is really cool and you can’t say it’s not because it is. Anyway, sorry for the scare but honestly I have been so much happier in the last year than I ever was. Surprise but it turns out that Touya isn’t dead! I’m literally so fucking happy with him and I just wanted you guys to know that I am safe and sound. And Bakugou is too. He’s not as bad as everyone thinks he is but he will be a very valuable asset to the League.

Bye forever, talk to you never 🖤

Decible”

“Well at least there’s something for family, and if we know anything about Hana, she’s gonna keep Bakugou safe.” Mt. Lady sighed deeply knowing that Mic was struggling to keep his composure.

“You’re right. And now we know that this ‘Dabi’ character’s name might be Touya. Here’s the next note.”

“Fuck you Endeavor,

Long time no talk. I heard you declared me dead but hey guess what, I’m still alive. I’m coming for you old man and guess what, I’m gonna fucking do it. I’m gonna do the thing you hated most. I’m finally gonna ask her and it’s gonna be amazing. I love her with all my heart. I hope you have a shitty life and that you vividly remember the pain you caused me. You’re the reason I look like this and I can’t wait to see the news report on “Pro-Hero Endeavor is abusive according to family and he brutally scarred his son so badly he became a villain.” I can’t wait to see you dig yourself out of this hole. Say hi to mom for me and tell my siblings I’m living my best life.

Once again fuck you,

Dabi”

Endeavor sighed and ran both of his hands down his face before putting them on his hips. He turned on his heel to face away from the other pros. He had hoped that he had covered up his mistake by declaring him dead but that would have been too easy. Now this was just the beginning of shit show that Enji was going to have to go through because of his mistake. Everything was at stake and he was going to have to pay the consequences.

“Endeavor, I wasn’t going to say anything but this letter confirms it. Dabi is Touya Todoroki isn’t he?” Kamui Woods spoke up from behind him. Kamui had his suspicions from the first letter but now he knew the truth. He had know Touya from school and now that he knew his father was the reason for his disappearance, he wanted justice for Touya. He was the reason why Touya became the Villain Dabi.

Endeavor turned halfway to look at the young pro before let out a deep breath. “Sadly, yes...” Endeavor pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He still couldn’t believe what had just unfolded infront of him. His son Touya was still alive, he was a villain, and he was still going to marry Hana. Honestly, it was the worst news he had ever received.

“In this letter he claims you were the one to brutally scar him, is that true? He also said he was finally gonna do it, the thing you hated most? What is that?” All Might folded the letter up for safe keeping in case Endeavor tried to get it.

“The scars were... an accident. He wouldn’t listen to me! He- he was just soooo persistent on asking that disgrace to marry him and I was completely against it. He didn’t care and claimed it was love. I thought it was foolish and a distraction.” Endeavor was slowing getting frustrated as he thought of the past memory. His flame got hotter and brighter in response.

“You can’t brutally scar someone on accident. How do we know you didn’t do it on purpose.” Shoto Aizawa spoke up. Something wasn’t sitting right with him and he wanted to know the real truth.

“I was doing what was best for him! If he married her he would never become number one!” Endeavor glared at the pro who had started crossing a line.

“How would you know? He never even got the chance. You can’t punish a child for loving something, that’s just cruel.” Aizawa was glaring at Enji with a burning hatred. He knew that if he pushed his buttons hard enough, he would confess.

“He didn’t love her! It was lust. It was a distraction that lasted too long. I should have ended it from the beginning but he was persistent and refused. It was infuriating.” The heat of Endeavor’s flame continued to rise. Anger was boiling in his stomach.

“Why did you want him to end it so badly? Were you going to force him into a loveless quirk marriage like you did? When you told him and he refused, he disobeyed your orders so you punished him for standing up for his own happiness, didn’t you?” Aizawa struck a cord and he knew it. His quirk was activated in a flash and dodged to the side catching Enji’s fist in his scarf.

“Did I get it right?” Aizawa had gotten his proof. It was a confession but it was enough. He had witnesses and letters as evidence.

Endeavor was about to explode he was so angry. “I did what was best for him! I am his father and I know what’s best for him and marrying that bitch was not what was best! This is all her fucking fault! She corrupted my son and she’s gonna pay!!!”

“Enji Todoroki, you’re under arrest for domestic abuse, child abuse, and attempted murder. Anything you say can and will be held against you.”

#dabi #dabi is a todoroki #dabi x oc #dabi x reader #league of villians #voice of treason #all might #endeavor #present mic #mt. lady #kamui woods #toshinori yagi #enji todoroki #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #aizawa shota #todoroki shouto

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robininthelabyrinth · 7 years ago

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Fic: Nocturne (20/30) - Ao3 Link

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Pairings: Mostly Gen (variety later to come)

Summary: In which Cor Leonis loses his temper, accidentally acquires a kid, and tries to single-handedly dismantle the Lucian immigration system – and that’s before he and his lawyers find out about this Prophecy business. If the Astrals think Cor’s going to let his kid’s best friend die without a fight, they’ve gotten the wrong cheetah ‘taur.

(a young adult novel set in @kickingshoes’ ‘taur AU)

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Regis knows that his wife, and sometimes his friends, think that he can be too soft: too quick to forgive, too generous to his enemies. He doesn't take offense. It's probably true. His is not the way of the Fierce, or the Conqueror, or even the pitiless Warrior of his forefathers.

For Regis, it has always been more important to have hope.

Hope is all that sustains him, some days – the days when he dwells upon the loss of his kingdom to the encroaching Niflheim threat, when he sees how cruel his beloved city can be to the refugees that wash up upon their shores, when he thinks about what 'taurkind could truly do to fight the daemon scourge that plagues them all if only they worked all together.

Hope that for all the evil in world, there too is light – that the light within the souls of people would win out over the darkness.

Not every time, perhaps. But once in a while.

Enough.

It is for that reason he gave the Kingsglaive the chance to defend the Citadel alone: hoping, by this measure of trust, to show that he did value them, that their contributions were worthwhile, that there was still some peace yet to be had if only they all worked towards it.

That not all of the stories that Drautos – if indeed he were in fact Glauca – had fed them were true.

He knew, of course, that he was taking a risk in making the offer; Clarus and Cor had pointed that out to him at great length. Aulea had spoken briefly against the idea, but had subsided quickly enough; she knows him well enough to know when he has made his final decision, and the reasons behind that decision, and she knows how important it is that his reign be one of mercy as well as justice.

Yes, if he had known that Niflheim would reach out to parley and negotiate a treaty now, of all times, he would not have made the offer. He does not so easily gamble with the lives of his people, whatever Drautos says, whatever accusations he makes – accusations so pointed and searing that Regis cannot tell if they are complaints truthfully meant or merely barbs designed to hurt. But to take back the offer once made would do worse than destroy what he sought to achieve: it would crush those of the Kingsglaive who were yet loyal, knowing that despite his words their King did not trust them.

There would be nothing left of the Kingsglaive if he did that.

So he did not revoke the offer.

Next, he hoped that, at the very least, they would not act against him: their captain gone, their plans gone awry, forced to act within the very heart of Insomnia rather than whatever plan they originally had. He hoped they would see reason, if nothing else, and abandon their treason still-born in its crib.

They did not.

Lastly, he hoped that what measures he had put in place to defend against the possibility of treason would minimize whatever damage they might inflict, and in that he still had reason to hope.

And yet –

Somehow, he did not think that they would attack each other.

Their comrades-in-arms, their brothers and sisters, their friends.

That's why he assigned the most perilous tasks – guarding the Crystal, guarding his own person – to Kingsglaive that he trusted personally, or who were recommended to him by those in whom he had faith. He thought, he hoped, that that would be enough - enough to safeguard his city, to safeguard his person, to cause those who wished them all ill to take a moment of pause before they acted.

It is not.

The Kingsglaive – or at least, some traitorous portion – have turned upon Lucis, and they spare no one at all.

Several of them were engaged in some form of sabotage of the Crystal and, upon seeing Regis and Aulea enter, decide that the time for secrecy is over; they warp – using his power – behind their comrades, daggers coming down.

Regis is too weak to stop them outright, the Ring draining his life more swiftly each year, but he can at least divert their blows: he lifts his own hand in return, summoning the great Armiger of his ancestors, and he sends it against the traitors, knocking them back.

He was never much of a fighter, no, not like Clarus or Cor; he relies too much on his magic and his shields, and he always has, enough to make him wonder what name they would call him once he was dead –

– but poor fighter or no, he still has some tricks up his sleeves.

He casts forth his Armiger once more.

The traitors are battered down by his weapons and hastily retreat, calling for aid.

"Hemera!" Nyx screams, the shock that kept him frozen breaking. He darts forward – one of the two Kingsglaive that was stabbed is his sister.

She clutches at her shoulder, blood streaming down her back to stain her pale wolf hindquarters, making terrible sounds of pain, but she nods at Nyx, making some signal with her fingers – deaf, of course; Regis has nearly forgotten, since all of the Kingsglaive tend to be rather overawed and silent in his presence.

Regis never learned LSL, a fact which he's regretting now.

Aulea produces a gun. "There are more coming; I can hear them," she says. "Shields up, my dear."

Regis raises shields around them all – just in time, as the Kingsglaive stream out of the Crystal chamber to surround them.

"Where did you hide that gun?" he asks Aulea. He didn't feel her summon it. "You're still in your court dress."

She smirks. "Darling, the gun was also in my court dress."

He does so love her, his fierce lioness.

There is a terrible cracking sound, like glass breaking, and it fills the room.

"What's that?" Pelna, the other injured Kingsglaive, gasps. Nyx is focusing on bandaging him first – Pelna was injured worse than Hemera, a wound deep in his side rather than the shoulder, and Regis suspects Hemera, who hovers by her brother's side, insisted.

"That is the Crystal," Regis says, and raises his eyes to the sky. He can see from where he stands that the Wall is beginning to crack in the sky, falling in shards of beautiful magical glass that dissolves even as it falls. Without the Crystal to focus his power, there is nothing he can do to maintain the Wall. "They have knocked it from its plinth."

"But that would –" Nyx begins, then stops, horrified.

"Yes," Regis says heavily. "The Wall has fallen. I expect Niflheim has already summoned its airships and is attempting to launch an attack on Insomnia as we speak. I have already called upon the Crownsguard to defend the city."

He’d sent the message in the elevator. He had to offer trust to the Kingsglaive, yes, but even trust only goes so far.

"Niflheim won't be able to bring too many MTs," Aulea says. "We would have spotted a full fleet. Our Crownsguard will likely be able to overwhelm them and repel their forces – there are procedures in place for an invasion. The only question is –"

She falls silent.

Regis turns.

Drautos is there.

He was supposed to be in the prison cells, guarded by Crownsguard – Regis almost hopes that they were bribed or corrupted, but he suspects they were not, and that they are now dead.

Perhaps that is why these Kingsglaive did not hesitate to raise their hands against their own, hands already stained with the blood of their fellow citizens.

Drautos is there, and stepping forward, his mighty sword at hand, his incredibly powerful hyena haunches flexing as he moves.

"Your Majesty," he drawls, and his voice is thick with sarcasm.

Nyx's head shoots up. "Captain," he says almost blankly. Then, to the donkey ‘taur at Drautos' right hand, "Luche." And to the coyote ‘taur on his left, almost a moan of pain, “Axis.”

They were his friends, these ‘taurs.

"You should've just listened to your orders, Nyx, instead of being a hero," Luche says with a heavy, disappointed sigh. "And maybe you would've made it."

"Sure," Nyx says, starting to get angry. "But Hemera, she would be dead, huh? And then you'd come and hunt me down like a trapped rat or something?"

"We would have given you both the chance to join us, instead," Drautos says, waving the one called Luche back. "You are from Galahd, which has not fallen, but you, too, know the agony of invasion – the pain of watching your family, your home, bear the brunt of the Empire and the daemons, while the King of Lucis sits safe and sound inside his precious wall, hoarding peace and tranquility for himself –"

Hemera stirs and makes another gesture with her hand.

This one requires no knowledge of LSL.

"Yeah," Nyx says savagely, agreeing. "Go fuck yourself. Traitors."

"We never betrayed what truly mattered," Drautos says. "We have always been loyal to our homes – to our home and hearth –"

Regis feels Aulea's tail wrap around his, a comforting gesture, and – very delicately – squeeze twice.

"– to the Empire?" Nyx is shouting. He's acting as a remarkably good distraction, even though Regis believes him to be entirely in earnest. "It was the Empire that took your homes, not Lucis!"

"I cannot fault them for taking what was given," Drautos sneers. "A weak kingdom, a weak king, sacrificing the homes and sons of outsiders so that his precious city alone would prosper – the Empire was drawn in by the weakness of Lucis –"

"What the hell are you even talking about? This war has been going on for generations!" Nyx shouts. "No one king can have caused anything!"

"They took away the Wall!" Drautos roars. "It once extended far across the land, but they abandoned our people to the dark and the daemons –"

Regis finishes counting to five and abruptly drops the shields.

Aulea, who was naturally expecting it, fires at once.

Five shots, all but emptying her gun, and then Regis pulls the shields back up.

He has never been much of a fighter himself, no, but his loved ones have always been fierce enough so that he never noticed the lack.

As hoped, the attack took the traitors by surprise, leaving them no time to respond in kind – Luche ducks with automatic instinct, Aulea's bullet searing through the meat of his shoulder instead of lodging within it; Axis staggers backwards, slower to react and not nearly so lucky, the bullet striking true in his chest; and Drautos –

Drautos, at whom three bullets were aimed, simply changes, silver metal snaking all along his flesh until he is fully covered, into –

“General Glauca,” Regis says, his voice heavy. He had dearly hoped that it wasn’t true. Scientia found evidence of treason, yes, of fomenting rebellion underneath the nose of the Citadel itself, and she thought that the evidence suggested that Drautos was Glauca – the timing of their appearances; analysis of their fighting styles; Glauca’s reluctance to fight Cor, who had beaten Drautos in a one-on-one – but Regis hoped…

“You - you - you fuckwad!” Nyx shouts. “You absolute dickhead!”

Aulea grins. “Well, that’s one way of putting it, I suppose,” she murmurs. “Perhaps slightly less than perfectly diplomatic – but understandable, given his tender age. And anyway, who needs diplomacy in battle?”

“I fight for my people,” Glauca says to Nyx, his echoing voice twisted enough to be unrecognizable as Drautos’ own. “You protect a weakened king and a dying kingdom – and for what?”

“It’s called ‘not wanting the Empire to take over the world, unleashing daemons left and right’,” Nyx snaps. “Every single crime you hold against Lucis was committed by Niflheim, by the people you are fighting to help, you – you plant!”

Aulea sniggers.

Everyone glances at her.

“What?” she says. “It’s funny. Plant as in vegetation, or plant as in undercover spy – okay, I’m ruining the joke.”

Hemera signs something Regis can’t understand, then gives a thumbs up. He assumes that means she agrees that the statement was funny.

Glauca shakes his helmeted head – just the way Drautos does when he doesn’t understand how someone could ruin the moment like that, though it's usually Cor who enjoys puncturing solemnity rather than Aulea.

Cor –

Cor is away now, unable to help; he is with the group seeking to obtain a Covenant with the Archean. Regis can only hope that they succeed.

At least Noctis is away, and safe.

Regis trusted Drautos with the information about his precious Noctis, about the Prophecy, about how important his mission was for the sake of all the world, and Drautos betrayed him regardless. Forewarned or no, that betrayal still stings sharp.

“Enough of this,” Glauca says. “You hide behind your shield, king, displaying your weakness once again – enough! Come out and face us.”

Nyx tenses into a fighting stance, pulling out his daggers; even Hemera staggers to her paws, though she’s listing very badly to one side. Pelna cannot rise at all, his hindquarters wet with blood, his tail hanging limp, and his face gone pale.

Regis looks at Glauca right where his eyes would be.

“No,” he says.

“What do you mean, no?” Luche demands.

“I refuse to fight you upon your chosen ground,” Regis says calmly. He lifts his hand and additional shields spring up, these ones lining the walls around the chamber of the Crystal. “My wife accurately analyzed the situation: Niflheim is far, and there are only so many ships they could bring close enough to be of service to them now, and in those ships, only so many MTs. We, on the other hand, have the full might of the Crownsguard with us to defend the city, a Crownsguard filled with many more ‘taurs than are in your corrupted Kingsglaive. They will succeed in repelling the Niflheim attack, in time. The only uncertain element that might have tipped the balance was where you were, General – and now that we know that, you are going nowhere.”

Regis cannot see Glauca’s expression, but he can see Luche’s – the smug sneer of superiority dropping off his face; the realization, perhaps belatedly, that shields are not only good for keeping attacks out, but also keeping people in.

“Wait, what?” Nyx says. “Our plan is just – what? To wait?”

“With the Wall itself down, I can keep these shields up for a very long time,” Regis confirms. “There are more Crownsguard and, I hope, loyal Kingsglaive such as yourself, than there are traitors. They will repel the Niflheim forces, and then they will come here and arrest these traitors, bringing them to justice.”

“The Crownsguard has detached a division to detain the Emperor of Niflheim as we speak,” Aulea says, looking at Glauca. “If all you care about is your home, Drautos, then surely you do not object to such a measure. Unless you are indeed loyal to Niflheim first and foremost..?”

“The Empire’s nothing more than our ticket out of this situation,” Luche snaps, though the whites of his eyes are showing. He’s afraid. He’s little more than a boy, and Regis pities him – but he’s made his choice. There’s no turning back now, not with murder on his conscience. “It means crap all to us.”

Glauca is silent for a long moment. Regis wonders what he’s thinking – wonders if Aulea’s jab flew true, wonder whether Glauca is truly loyal only to his homeland, thinking he is doing the right thing by allying with the empire, or whether Glauca is by now no more than Niflheim’s dog.

Sadly, Regis doubts he’ll ever get a satisfactory answer to that question.

“It does not matter,” Glauca finally says. “We will escape your little prison.”

He lifts his sword and brings it down hard on the shields, clearly seeking a weak point. They exist, of course, and as the captain of the Kingsglaive, trained in the use of the King's magic, he would know all about how to find it.

But they have made one mistake: they took down the Wall first. The greatest part of Regis’ magic, of his life and soul, was poured into that Wall, every day, and with that drain gone, it is his to wield once more.

These shields will not break.

Glauca continues to try, though, and Luche and several of the other Kingsglaive pull out their daggers, drawing their hands back to cast lighting or fire –

Nothing happens.

“What…?” a rabbit 'taur which Regis believes is named Tredd asks, staring at his hand in surprise. “But the King is still alive – we should still have magic!”

“The magic is my magic,” Regis says harshly. “And I, and I alone, choose to whom it is gifted – and it is a gift I can recall.”

“Again you hide,” Glauca sneers, “while others die.”

“It is by taking this action that I protect as many people as I can,” Regis says. “To the best of my ability. Even if it means I cannot fight in person. Say what you will, Glauca; it will not move me.”

Glauca spins and stalks away, going to confer with the other Kingsglaive.

“I’m not sure I like this plan,” Nyx says, dropping his fighting stance and returning his daggers to their sheaths.

“Not heroic enough for your taste?” Aulea asks, smiling a little. “These things rarely are, particularly when you have to worry about so many people. The perilous joys of being royalty, I'm sad to say; we have to think of the bigger picture. And, sadly, keeping Glauca and the others contained is more important that appeasing our own desire to smack him in his stupid face.”

Nyx barks out a laugh.

“Come,” she continues, “let us see what we can do for young Pelna.”

Hemera limps over to Regis and salutes.

He smiles at her. "I'm sorry, my dear; I would call for medical assistance for the two of you, but..."

She shakes her head firmly and signs something.

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

She shrugs, clearly accustomed to that. She salutes again. He takes that to mean that she understands why he cannot put the shields down, and that she still supports him.

"Can you shield just them in?" Nyx asks, peering at the shield. "Then we move out?"

"Unfortunately, they would have to stay in one place for that," Regis says, watching the corrupt Kingsglaive mill around, hitting the shields with their weapons in a vain attempt to weaken them. "We also don't know what further forces they are in contact with. Putting shields up and down is more draining than keeping them up, and I don't know how long we will be required to keep them up. Far better to stay in our current position. Unless Pelna requires immediate medical attention...?"

"No, sir," Pelna says before anyone else can say anything. "I'll be okay, sir. Don't you put them down for my sake."

Regis accedes to his request, though he worries – the side is a very delicate area, near the intestines, and too much of a delay might lead to sepsis. But the plan is still valid, injury or no, and at least Pelna’s willful pretense of good health is enough to let Regis deceive himself into hoping that perhaps they will be able to avoid any more casualties.

"They're planning something," his sharp-eyed people-wise Aulea says, watching the traitors talking with each other. "Keep your guard up, all of you – if they find a way to break the shield, we will be vulnerable."

The three Kingsglaive all nod.

And so they wait, stuck at an impasse.

It is, sadly, a state Regis is very familiar with from this long and endless war.

After what must be nearly an hour, if not more, there's a sound in the hallway.

Regis and Aulea exchange looks of concern.

"Not Crownsguard?" Nyx asks in a low voice, catching it.

"The Crownsguard had orders to secure the city and to stop the Niflheim invasion first, should the Wall fall," Aulea replies, "and only after they finish that should they turn to restoring the Crystal. I find it unlikely that it is our forces coming up the stairs – more likely our enemy's companions, here to assist with the problem of the shield."

Nyx nods his understanding, murmuring something that sounds not unlike "they deserve the stairs", and goes back to watching the other Kingsglaive.

He's memorizing their faces, Regis thinks; he wants to know who betrayed him.

Regis would tell him that such exercises will only lead to heartache, but he knows well that words cannot help heal the wound of a betrayal such as this.

Sure enough, the sounds from the stairs resolve themselves into more Kingsglaive – not including Nyx and Hemera's good friend Libertus, Regis notes, and hopes that the honest bear 'taur yet lives – and with them, held in their grip, they have –

"Clarus!" Regis exclaims.

Clarus is hurt, and badly – his face is bruised, his eyes blackened; his striped orange hide wet with blood and the oily miasma characteristic of MTs. He is not walking, but being dragged.

He hears the others around him, reacting in their own way, but he only has eyes for his Shield.

His oldest friend.

There's no way the MTs managed this alone, for Regis knows that Clarus would have been surrounded by Crownsguard – and yet – if Clarus has fallen - then the city –

Clarus signals roughly with one of his dangling forepaws, not using his hands to avoid notice.

Stop. City. Safe.

The city is secure. Then how did they get to Clarus?

"You are very good at hiding behind your shields and walls while others die," Glauca says. "Let's see how well you do when it is your friends who are dying."

He lifts his sword and puts it to Clarus' neck.

Regis opens his mouth to say – he doesn't know what, for there is nothing he can say, nothing he can do -

There is a terrible sound, then, from just outside the windows, a sound familiar to anyone who has been beyond the Wall.

The sound of the terrors of the night.

Daemons.

"And those are the daemon carrier ships unleashing their weapons upon your city," Glauca says. He sounds satisfied, the monster; he does not care about the civilian lives that will be destroyed. "Even better. You will watch as your friend dies by my sword, King, even as the daemons come right into your city of tranquility, bringing death in their wake –"

Another sound.

Glauca frowns, clearly not recognizing it.

Regis can't entirely blame him. It sounds like – thunder?

But the sky was clear, last he checked.

"Holy crap," Pelna, who was lying slouched by the small window, suddenly says, his eyes wide. "Ramuh's fucking wings...!"

"What is it?" Aulea asks. She puts her forepaw on Regis' own, warning him against impulsive acts. She herself would use her hand for the gesture, but she has her now-reloaded gun aimed firmly at the enemy.

"Ulric," Regis croaks, gesturing with his head to the window, wanting a report. He can't take his eyes off of Clarus' steady gaze.

The one that says 'Let me go'. That says 'my life is not worth dropping your shield'.

That says – 'my life is your shield'.

But Clarus is his oldest friend, his friend from the crib, from when they were no more than kittens themselves. He was the only one who stayed by his side: when Cid decamped to Hammerhead after an argument, when old Weskham stayed on in Altissia, when Cor the kitten, their late arrival, grew up. He is the only one who understands Regis' mind the way no one else does, not even Aulea.

A King must make sacrifices. Regis knows that maxim far, far too well. It was to save as many people as possible that he retreated into Insomnia after his father's death and their terrible defeat, knowing that it was only that retreat that encouraged Niflheim to slow down its plans of conquest – that painful retreat and the withdrawing of the Wall some years later that brought about their tenuous ceasefire, however temporary, and gave a pause from the horrors of war to the lands of his people so that they could try to rebuild.

It was for his people that he stayed behind the Wall and did not start a fight he knew he would lose.

And it is for his people that he will stay behind his shields now.

As a king, Regis must love his people. As a 'taur, there are times he finds that he hates them.

"Ramuh's wings!" Nyx exclaims.

"What is it?" Aulea snaps.

"No – you don't understand – it really is Ramuh's wings. He's manifesting!"

"He's what?" Regis says, and many other people in the room exclaim something similar as well. They all move towards the window at once to go look, each on their own side of the magic shield wall; even Glauca goes, pulling his sword away from Clarus to do so – a moment's respite, nothing more, Regis knows.

They go to look and they see –

Noctis.

Noctis, standing in the open doorway of a Niflheim cruiser that hovers right above the center of his city, Gladio at one side, Ignis at the other, Luna and Prompto at his back, his hands thrown up into the air as if he were summoning the storm itself.

And above Noctis' hands, there is Ramuh himself, gathering in the air above them all, his thousands of birds coming together into his gigantic form.

And below him –

"Titan," Regis breathes, even as the others around him curse.

Titan himself manifesting his far-flung form, which he has not done in years, in generations, the mighty bull of the land rearing up and bringing his terrible hooves down, down –

Down upon the daemons unleashed by Niflheim.

Ramuh throws his great staff, thunder and lightning both, and he hits the daemons, too, a fiery blaze that blackens and consumes them even as the massive creatures of dust and darkness turn to flee.

And before the unstoppable might of the Astrals, the daemons fall. No matter their size, no matter their fearsomeness, this is one battle they cannot win.

Seeing this, the airships of Niflheim scatter and turn to flee.

"No!" Glauca roars, lifting his gauntleted hand in a fist of rage.

Noctis and his ship are moving now, turning and heading straight to the Crystal, Regis notes almost absently. Straight towards them.

"Betrayed again, Glauca?" Aulea asks, her voice poisonous. "It is almost as though the mighty Empire doesn't actually care about refugees fighting for their home, just the way you accuse us of doing."

Glauca strikes out at her in his fury, but for all the might of his sword, Regis' shield holds. His traitorous Kingsglaive mill around him like frightened geese, panic in their eyes, realizing, perhaps for the first time, that this is a battle they might lose – and that there is a price to be paid for treason.

"You may have won the day, cowards," he snarls, spitting mad. "But you have lost, too – I will see to it that you lose –"

He turns back to Clarus, whose calm has not been moved, and he lifts his sword up high.

"Regis!" Aulea shouts. "Drop the shields now!"

He doesn't know why she is suggesting this – it is contrary to their agreed-upon plan of remaining behind the shields – but Regis loves his wife and more than that: he trusts her.

He drops the shields.

And then, through the highest pane of the great window far up above them, there is the shattering of glass as someone leaps through it and down to them, landing right before Glauca.

Someone with sword drawn and teeth bared.

Someone whom Glauca has never faced in open battle – someone whom Drautos has never defeated –

Cor.

The Immortal.

“Hey there, Glauca,” the finest warrior of Lucis says with a smile. “I’m here to kick your ass.”

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #regis lucis caelum #nyx ulric #titus drautos #luche #tredd #axis #aulea lucis caelum #hemera ulric #clarus amicitia #cor leonis #noctis lucis caelum #my fic #nocturne

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miramisaki · 7 years ago

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Rayne, Elterian Prince

Second Prince of Elteria. Bears the blood of the ancient Dragonslayer. Appears in Fire Emblem: Memories.

IT HAPPENED I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE IT

So here’s my boy!! He’s a good boy!! He’s a very good boy!!! And since I know someone’s gonna be like “why does he have a sword in his art if he’s a lance unit!!” I would like to introduce them to Reinhardt, Catria, Olwen, Raven...

Unique Skills:

Sortfall (Mt 16 Rng 1)

Grants Res+3. If unit’s Res > foe’s Res, grants special cooldown charge +1 per attack.

Draconic Ward

Grants effectiveness against dragon foes. Negates bonuses on dragon foes (from skills like Rally, Fortify, etc) during combat. Increases unit's damage dealt during combat by 50% of the total negated bonuses.

Summoning Hero:

I’m Rayne, Second Prince of the Kingdom of Elteria. You need my help? No need to worry! My lance is yours.

Friend Greetings:

Greetings! I’ve come with a message from [Friend]. I’ll be sure to tell them you’re doing well!

Castle:

•And here I thought Castle Telleris was big. This castle is huge by comparison! •Hey! I saw a nice dessert back in town and thought of you, but I don’t know what foods you like. Perhaps we could go to town sometime and find something you’d like? •Alta has been my friend since we were very young. She’s amazing, you know! She’s hardworking, dedicated, and cares a lot about her allies. A lot like you, actually! •This scar on my face? A present from my youth from a would-be assassin. Nothing too serious! •My brother, Roland, is a magnificent ruler, and a magnificent person. He’s everything I ever aspire to be in life.

Character Page:

•Haha! •Whoa! Did you need me, or is poking unsuspecting people a hobby of yours? I mean, I’m fine with it either way, but which is it? •This lance I wield is one of the ancient divine weapons of my world. It’s a heavy responsibility. •When’s your birthday, Summoner? ... Why? O-Oh, no reason... •Your fate is only sealed when you give up trying to fight against it. •Would you like to know more of my world? I really enjoy storytelling, and our world’s history is fascinating! •It’s important to have allies and friends you can trust. It may just save your life one day.... •No matter what sort of fate awaits us, we have the power to change it as long as we stand together.

Leveling Up:

•(+0, +1 points) Ugh... I’m going to fall behind at this rate... •(+2, +3 points) Slow and steady. Just like Roland always says. •(+4, +5 points) Wow. Guess I must’ve been working hard!

Learning Skills:

Another step forward! Thank you, [Summoner].

Turn Action:

•Yeah? •Steady now! •I’m with you!

Special Skill:

•You’ll regret facing me! •To the void with you! •Your end will be swift! •I will not falter!

Death:

Is this... the end of the line...?

Confession:

What a pleasure it’s been to fight by your side, [Summoner]! Your demeanor occasionally reminds me of Alta. Under her refinement and elegance, I mean. We met during a pretty rough part of her childhood. She was just so... real. Genuine. Just like you. You don’t put on airs or pretend to some inflated sense of self-importance. I really respect that. And I really respect that you treat us all as equals. You’re great to be around, both on and off the battlefield. Some of your turns of phrase can be a bit confusing at times, but that’s not a big deal. ... No, really, I mean it! I’d still love to learn more about you. I want to be able to tell stories about you when I go home. About the amazing friend and comrade that I got to fight side by side with in this world. About you, [Summoner]!

#Mira draws stuff #FE Rayne #FEH Custom Unit #Fire Emblem: Heroes #FE:H #FE: Heroes #FERPG

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gossomerchinadolls · 7 years ago

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FFXV: Comrades - Meet the Cast

Andali Jeran of Galahd

Andali Jeran of Galahd, Kingsglaive. 32 during the Fall of Insomnia. Brown-haired, red-eyed. No visible tattoos when clothed, singular visible scar when clothed (cheek). Various tattoos and scars adorn her body.

--Andali grew up in Niflheim-controlled Galahd as a young freedom fighter. Her village was more remote than some-- she didn’t grow up in the capital city of Galahd for instance, like Nyx and Libertus did, which doesn’t mean it escaped occupation in the early days or the hardships and anger that came from it. However, as a teenager a call came out for those willing to help in a huge push against the Empire set in Galahd’s capital. Andali and a few others set out to aid them and were in the nightmare battle that followed. Injured, Andali was unaware of aid from Insomnia until she woke up in an Insomnian hospital being treated, only learning how disastrous the battle had been later from a fellow patient. Upon release, she was unable to find any of those from Galahd that she knew. Unable to return home and with no family to support her, Andali had a difficult time adjusting to life inside Insomnia, like many other refugees. However, being a simple refugee inside a strange territory did not sit well with her, and when feelers were put out for volunteers for the King’s new Glaive program-- to protect Insomnia and eventually take back the homes of the refugees-- Andali Jeran jumped at the chance. They would become the family Andali had left behind in Galahd.

--Andali pined hopelessly after Titus Drautos, much to the amusement and teasing of brother and sister Glaives. --Andali does not blame Niflheim people, though that is purely because the few actual people she found conflict with inside Galahd were officers; therefor, Niflheim officers/authoritarian figures and MTs bear the burnt of her ire. --Andali might respect the Astrals and recognize they exist, but Andali is chiefly atheist and acknowledges the Astrals remotely, by learned habit as opposed to actual feeling and faith.

Ranit Virginius of Galahd

Ranit Virginius of Galahd, Kingsglaive. Mid to maybe late twenties at the time of Insomnia’s fall, birth date and year unknown. Brown-black hair, coffee-with-cream brown eyes. Geometric tattoos along arms and legs, angled Galahdian facial tattoos, light scarring on face.

--Born “across the Galahd river,” Ranit and his family are actually from a marsh-forest, where they proceeded to be quintessential country bumpkins making moonshine and smuggling illicit goods in and out of Galahd’s capital. Ranit was inside the capital joining his father and learning the rest of the family business when the Freedom Fighters clashed with stationed Niflheim officers and MTs; seperated from his father, he was among the refugees to be taken Insomnia. He would later learn that his father had fallen-- injured, likely dead-- during the conflict. He would join the Kingsglaive as soon as he was able, with an axe to bury in the enemy.

--Ranit will probably remain a virgin his whole life. --Ranit participates in good-nature “my branch is better than your branch” military shenanigans. --Ranit illegally made moonshine in his apartment to sell/distribute through the refugee district. --While he doesn’t blame all of Niflheim for the war, per say, he does believe they are complicit in it. Someone is making MTs and someone is ensuring that they stay supplied. He was a baby Smuggler. He knows something about supply lines.

Caleb Azarola of Galahd

Caleb Azarola of Galahd, Kingsglaive. 35 when Insomnia falls. Brown-eyed. Originally blond in his youth, the events of during Insomnia’s fall and subsequent months-- and especially the following years-- result in him becoming a redhead. Caleb has both facial scarring and other remnants of his time in conflict, as well as tattoos across his arms and torso, the bulk of which is made up of Galahdian honor tallies (re: mostly pictographs), though the entire right sleeve is tribal swirl.

--Caleb was born and raised up inside Andali’s village, though manages to be a few years older. Like many of the menfolk, Caleb’s father was a hunter, and Caleb and his father were spared the initial devastation of the village by being out on a hunting trip, where Caleb, age five, was beginning to learn his trade. Upon returning to find what had occurred, Mister Azarola began the rebellion movement inside the village, though it would eventually connect with other, larger movements elsewhere until it was a proper network. The movement began small, chiefly concerned with ensuring what remained of their settlement was fed and able to care for themselves and not required to rely on Niflheim’s good graces for survival. Obviously, Caleb followed along at his father’s heels. He would eventually rope young Andali into aiding them, though she went entirely willing. He would part from his father as a young adult, moving to answer the call of those in the capital where Niflheim’s forces were strongest. In the wake of the battle, while Lucian aid was pulling the injured and the desperate, Caleb found himself playing makeshift medical officer, enlisted by Insomnite forces to try to keep his brothers and sisters alive. Once in Insomnia, however, Caleb was shunted aside as they were cycled to “proper physicians,” and he rapidly lost track of them in the refugee district. He immediately joined up in the Kingsglaive; as with many Galahdian refugees, fighting Niflheim was all he really knows. Certainly hunting is useless inside Insomnia.

--Easily one of the most reserved among the Galahdian Kingsglaives, Caleb does not believe in sharing his secrets or spreading them around the rumor mill. --Caleb is That Big Brother Guy. Need a shoulder to cry on? Cry on his, he can handle it. Need someone to threaten that dude harassing you at work? Caleb. Crazy stalker girl? Caleb tells no secrets. (But he also doesn’t kill your crazy stalker girl. Sorry.)

Antonia Vitalis of Niflheim

Antonia Vitalis of Niflheim, civilian, housewife, occasional nurse. In her early thirties during the fall of Insomnia. Ash-blond hair and lavender eyes, pale skinned. Antonia carries no scars nor tattoos.

--Antonia was born in a Niflheim city nearby a military outpost to a middle-class family who intended eventually to marry her up the scale, teaching her how to manage to household; finances, organization, sewing, cooking, how to teach children their basics, as well as some midwifery. She was groomed to become the quintessential wife, but there was no hope she would catch a noble’s eye, so her family angled her at military officers instead. Antonia caught the eye of a Tenebrae medic instead, and he hers. Nicias Bonheur was not the sort the Vitalis patriarch wanted for his daughter and he made it very apparent, but the pair would not be dissuaded and Nicias went to the highest authority he could find-- as part of a Tenebrite contingent inside Niflheim’s borders and at their mercy, Prince Ravus Nox Fleuret stopped in as part of his tour to ensure his people were treated well, and was easily persuaded to marry them. The base brass, unwilling to buck the visiting nobility, signed all the paperwork to make it nice, neat and official on the Niflheim side. Antonia fled her family estate and moved into the Bonheur home, making fast friends with the matriarch. She was among the refugees taken to Lucis when Tenebrae burned.

--Antonia is a master in the kitchen. It’s her kitchen. You get out. (She may not, however, be as good at cooking as you.) --Antonia dearly loves her husband, but Tenebrae’s matriarchal society clashes a lot with Niflheim’s patriarchal one, and Antonia often finds herself at odds with how she is supposed to behave verses how she was taught to behave.

Nicias Vitalis of Tenebrae

Nicias Vitalis of Tenebrae, né Bonheur, pediatrician and drafted Tenebrae soldier turned medic. In his early thirties during the fall of Insomnia. Tenebrite-blond hair, sky-blue eyes.

--Born in a Tenebrae city to the Bonheur household, Nicias intended to become a fully licensed pediatrician and studied for it quite heavily. However, Niflheim enacted a draft, and Nicias was caught up in it, as a son of the Bonheur family. Nicias’ study in medicine resulted in him being conscripted into the medical corp, though as Niflheim’s military became more and more mechanized, Nicias’ duties included more and more often that of being a simple soldier. He met his wife, Antonia Vitalis, while stationed in her hometown, and very rapidly they fell in love in a precious, sweet romance. Her father opposed them (though her mother did not, which only served to cement "the family approves” in his mind even further) and, assured she would marry him if she could, Nicias began a bid to find a way around her father’s disapproval. Eventually his superiors and those of the Niflheim brass gave him a way to secure her hand in marriage, and he ensured she was capable of moving back to his family home, where his own parents eagerly awaited her arrival. Although not present in Insomnia during the city’s fall, Nicias was deployed in Altissia during the Tidemother’s commune and very nearly lost his life in the city. New marching orders sent him across the sea into Lucis shortly before the Night arrived.

--Despite having a degree in pediatrics, Nicias does not get to actually practice his practice, as he has far more time in combat medicine than anything else. --“A good doctor” does not necessarily mean “a nice doctor.” A good doctor will drag you back kicking and screaming, and Nicias is a very good doctor. --Has mixed feelings about the war.

Ardyn Lucis Caelum of Lucis

I want to ride my chocobo all day~~

#prowlingplays #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv comrades #kingsglaive #my characters #ooc: the mun #short biographies #Andali Jeran #Ranit Virginius #Caleb Azarola #Antonia Vitalis #Nicias Vitalis nee Bonheur

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A Dragon Sized Adventure Chapter 32

(I dedicate this Chapter to @kaotickanine, you are such a good help. Thank you for the help in this Chapter.)

Chapter 32: Family Feudal

*Crash and the gang make their way into the East Empire Terrarium. This place seems to Tropy’s personal favorite, much to the dismay of what should actually be there. Some parts of Japan have the Great Wall of China running in them for no reason other than as a paradox while China has an overabundance of temples. The terrarium reflects this since it’s hard to tell the difference of what is for Japan and what is for China. The only thing that looks proper here is the Palace at the far end of the terrarium.*Rouge is the first to notice the mishmash of the Terrarium. "Someone seems to have disrespect for history. I can't tell what's for China and what's for Japan. It's just a big mess."

Crunch: "That's Tropy for you. He loves making paradoxes."

Tails: "We better get those crystals."

Coco: "Hey, big bro. Can I lead for a bit?"

Crash: "Of course, sister! And same for you, brother (Crunch). Feel free to jump in."

Coco and Crunch: “We will.”

*A note for this Terrarium is that you need to find a key in a level to move on to the next since Tropy has set up checkpoints to lock you out.*

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Level 31: Mountain Mayhem

Tropy appears. "Hmm… maybe it’s time to change things up! Let’s see if you can survive my version of the Far East!“

Crates: 139

Time Trial

Sapphire: 2:30.00

Gold: 2:25.00

Platinum: 2:20.00

PMV,TCP… Things to Save: 6

Helping Partner: Rouge

Badniks: Skiing Lab Assistant Pawns: They tend to ski across a set area, trying to trip you up.

Mutants: Praying Monkey Viper, Tiger Crane Panda… Thing: A Praying Mantis + Monkey + Tiger + Crane + Panda + Viper. Cortex has been watching Kung Fu Panda a bit too much. At least he has the deadly and furious thing down. Whether it looks good is another story.

KaoticKanine says: Starting off, our heroes have to make their way down the tall, freezing mountains of Japan and China: Mt. Fuji and Mt. Everest, which have now been combined into one big super mountain that’s even more frigid. Not only do you have to brave the intense cold alongside the usual enemies, but the air is thin and so you have to replenish your oxygen with oxygen tanks scattered throughout the level.

As Kaotic said, Coco and Rouge need to find a way down the huge mountain that Tropy has made to scare them. He even named it Mt. Tropy. Yuck. They have to follow the mountain path they are on, pass through an icy cave, and down another path to the valley below. The snow at least lightens closer to the bottom as does your need to keep refilling for oxygen.

Achievement Unlocked: Feeling Cold as Ice

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Level 32: Stone Soldier Statues

Crates: 106

Time Trial

Sapphire: 1:50.00

Gold: 1:45.00

Platinum: 1:40.00

PMV,TCP… Things to Save: 6

Helping Partner: Cream

Badniks: Shield Lab Assistant Pawns (Orient): They carry heavy paper shields that can’t be broken. They mostly aim to push you off into the trenches and into a statue. Ninja Lab Assistant Pawns: Some throw ninja stars at you while donned in purple ninja garb. Others carry ninja swords, trying to swing at you. Terracotta Army Lab Assistant Pawns: Odd pawns in that they are completely frozen like rock… until you smash one. Then they come alive and will attack you with spears, bows and arrows, swords, axes and even with horse chariots. Since they are made of stone, they take quite a few hits to destroy. It’s best to leave them alone at all costs. Terracotta Horses: Stone horses that will try to kick you if they are awoken.

KaoticKanine notes: After escaping the bone-chilling climate of the high mountains, now our heroes must navigate through a rocky valley filled with countless statues of soldiers, filled with equally countless enemies that won’t hesitate to attack. Extreme caution must be made, for your attacks can easily destroy any of the statues. Should that happen, all of the statues will come to life and they will not show you any mercy for destroying their comrade.

Indeed, Kaotic, those statues are in trenches that you must avoid falling in or you will most certainly break one of them as well. This is probably Eggman’s deadliest trap yet since they have a Borg-like mentality. Destroy one, and expect to be gained up on. At least, to keep it fair, hitting a checkpoint will quiet the Terracotta army, but exactly where they were. So if you made them block the path, you’re gonna have to awaken them again. But Coco and Cream are light footed, so they should be able to get past safely to the other end of the valley.

Achievement Unlocked: Cold Stoned Killers

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Level 33: The Great Wall Race

Crates: 55

Time Trial

Sapphire: 1:25.00

Gold: 1:20.00

Platinum: 1:15.00

Helping Partner: Amy

Badniks: Cinder Block Lifting Lab Assistant Pawns: It lifts cinderblocks mostly in an attempt to block your path. Bucket Carrying Lab Assistant Pawns: They run down the wall carrying buckets to try to block your path. Staff Lab Assistant Pawns: Also trying to block your path, these try to swing their staves at you.

*Coco and Amy find themselves on a section of the Great Wall being worked on.*

Coco: “Ah, i remember coming here with Crash during the last Time Twister escapade.”

Amy: “That’s so cool!” *Amy gives a wide smile.*

Coco: “I wonder…” *Just then, an orange speck appears from a warp orb and comes from a distant portion of the wall. The orange speck runs up to Coco, showing itself to be none other than Pura, a tiger she met on the wall before. He licks Coco’s face in happiness.*

Amy: “D’aw! A friend?”

Coco: “Yeah. Pura helped me get across the wall. He’s so fast.”

Amy: “Fast, eh? Care to test that?”

Coco: “With a race across the Wall?”

Amy: “Yeah. It’s what Sonic would do.”

Coco: “You’re on! But first…” *She grabs the Chaos Emeralds Crash gave her and makes herself, Pura and Amy super. Pura became an adult tiger with the Emeralds* “For a fair race, of course.

Amy: “Right.”

This race course is of the Great Wall while it’s being constructed, so there are pits here and there. Lab Assistant Pawns tend to crowd the path lifting cinderblocks or swinging bamboo sticks. There are also a few racks of barrels taking up the path too. But luckily, they aren’t too crowding, so it shouldn’t slow you down too much. It’s a little harder than the race with Shadow, but not by much. It should still be easy to win the 2nd gem, which just so happens to be the Green Gem. Just dodge the obstacles and keep charging to win.

(If Coco wins) Coco: “Yes, I won. Thanks Pura.” *She pets Pura and he meows.*

Amy: “That was fun. You were good.” *She smiles.*

(If Amy wins) Amy: “Hooray, I won! Sonic would be proud.”

Coco: “Yeah. It was a good race.” *She pets Pura and he meows.*

(The next line) Amy: “I wonder if Sonic would love to race with you guys?”

Coco: “I bet Crash would want that. Think i have a chance too?”

Amy: “I think so!” *She smiles and they exit the level. Pura comes with them.*

Achievement Unlocked: Follow Me (In this Race :) )

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Level 34: Temple Trouble

Crates: 146

Time Trial

Sapphire: 2:35.00

Gold: 2:30.00

Platinum: 2:25.00

PMV,TCP… Things to Save: 7

Helping Partner: Blaze

Badniks: Slicers: The name says it all. Shellcracker: *Screams internally, then externally.* :P Judo / Karate Lab Assistant Pawns: They are trained in the art of Judo and Karate. Watch those flying fists!

KaoticKanine’s words of wisdom: Our heroes have now made it to civilization! But in order to get into the city to confront N. Tropy, they must make it through the dozens of temples that are filled with unwelcoming martial arts masters and all sorts of obstacles reserved for training. Think you can best the masters and get to the city in one piece?

Kaotic warning is well founded, the badniks here aren’t playing games. And the stage hazards are just as deadly. Earlier temples have spiked dummies spinning about like Crash while some of the later temples have flaming coal pits that rarely spit out a flying coal. Others have large axes and other sharp relatives swinging about to make you a cut up, literally. And our favorite f(r)iends Slicers and Shellcrackers inhabit a temple or two as well.

Achievement Unlocked: Kung Fu Fighting

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Level 35: Palace Panic

Crates: 168

Time Trial

Sapphire: 1:45.00

Gold: 1:40.00

Platinum: 1:35.00

PMV,TCP… Things to Save: 6

Helping Partner: Charmy

Badniks: Cart Riding Lab Assistant Pawns: They mostly ride little orange carts around, trying to run you over. Imperial Soldier Lab Assistant Pawns: They actively chase you with their swords, trying to slice you. Imperial Guard Lab Assistant Pawns: Other than carrying shorter swords, they carry small shields to protect frontal, mid height attacks. Perhaps a low attack will dispel them easily?

KaoticKanine: At last, we make it to the city. And at its heart is the palace of the empire, where N. Tropy awaits on the throne. Our heroes must now navigate the busy streets of the city and enter the palace in order to confront N. Tropy. However, you really have to rush as Tropy has sent imperial soldiers and guards after Crash and Co and they will give chase throughout the entire level.

Yes, Kaotic, we have made it into the city, but Tropy is not rolling out the red carpet for you. Badniks are attacking at every intersection you get to. And the city is a little bit of a maze itself with its closed streets here and there. At least you can see the large palace ahead, so you can see your end goal. Hurry on, so you can deal with Tropy.

Achievement Unlocked: City of the Sun

—–

*Warping out of Palace Panic drops Coco and Charmy inside the palace in the Terrarium.*

Charmy: ♪ “Hey, where are we? This isn’t where we entered from.” ♫

Tropy gets up from his throne. “Indeed so. I brought you here since I doubt you would have searched actively for me. This is my city.”

Coco: “Not according to actual history, you time screwer! Why have you really brought us here?”

Tropy: “Only because I thought it was time for you to meet me again.” *He chuckles.*

Charmy: ♪ “Dude, that sucked.” ♫

Tropy: “Does it look like I care? The actual reason is because it only took me a second to capture the other heroes.”

Coco: “No… You don’t mean…”

Tropy: “Oh, I mean.” *He bangs his trident, making the heroes, frozen in groups in 4 time bubbles, appear.*

Coco: “How dare you take my brother!”

Charmy: ♪ “Give us back our friends!” ♫

Tropy: “You want them back, hmmm? I doubt you can deal with these!” *He bangs his trident again, making 4 Pawns appear from lightning bolts (Which is a cover for the transporter beam).*

Charmy: ♪ “Regular Pawns? How weak!” ♫

Tropy: “Oh, they aren’t regular at all. Transform, Pawns! Into the the Dragon Kings of the 4 Seas!”

*The Pawns transform into anthropomorphic dragons, one carrying a sword, another with a bo-staff, the third with nunchucks and the 4th with a bow and arrows. They have dragon heads and are dressed in king’s clothes. They gain a tail, wings, and a human+dragon like body. Each of them are a different color: Azure, Red, White and Black. Tropy sends the heroes to the 4 corners of the room, which represent the different seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.*

Tropy: “You want them back? Destroy these Pawns!” *He smiles as the Pawns make clouds appear in the palace, making rain and lightning come down in the room.*

Charmy: ♪ “They look so tough! Think we can defeat them?” ♫

Coco: “Of course we can. Come on, let’s destroy them.”

Boss: 4 Dragon King Pawns

(Hang on, need appropriate music.)

These pawns are quite tough, as they cannot be taken down normally. Simply spinning into them with Coco and stinging them with Charmy ends up being blocked by the Pawns. They all start off by flying into the air, only coming down to attack for a short while, save for the bow and arrow one which will stay in the air (we will get to him). It’s not easy to dodge them, since they like to fly in and out of the storm clouds above, but they do give you some warning still that they are going to attack you by making the sound of thunder.

The (Azure) Swordsman Pawn will come down every so often to take a swing at you, which must be dodged or blocked. Sooner or later, it will attack and its sword will get stuck in the wet ground, making it faceplant in front of it. Attack it while it’s weaponless to destroy the Pawn.

The (Red) Bo-staff Pawn will hover above the ground, just high enough to avoid your attacks but still attack you with the long reach of its bo-staff. Your only choice is to run away from this guy as he takes swipes at you. Soon enough, he’ll get frustrated and dive down toward you, slamming the bo-staff in a downward strike that can only be dodged by running to the left or right at the last second. Normally, after doing this, the Pawn would just ascend back into the air and continue the chase. But there are “metal domes”, meant to attract lightning from the storm clouds above, in the arena that, should you trick the Pawn into striking them with the diving attack, will burn the bo-staff to ashes, leaving the Pawn defenseless for a spin/sting.

The (White) Nunchuck Pawn spends much less time in the air compared to his comrades, but it’s no easier to attack thanks to its skills with the nunchucks making it difficult to approach. To defeat this foe, you have to evade its attacks until it eventually gets frustrated and performs a sudden, downward swing onto you. Should you manage to dodge this attack, the nunchuck will rebound from the ground and strike the Pawn’s head, dazing it. That is your time to break it apart with a spin.

The (Black) Bow and Arrow Pawn is the one that will stay in the air the longest, firing arrows at you. It will run out of arrows eventually, which is when it will come down to the ground to collect them. It’s the easiest to deal with since you can just collect its arrows, leaving it mostly defenseless as it decides to stay grounded. Go and break it to finish this fight and release your friends. (A thing to note is that he changes the rain to snow.

Achievement Unlocked: Time and Time Again...

*Tropy growls in anger as the heroes break free of their time bubbles and and run to Coco and Charmy.* “You little vermin! I thought you were too weak to handle those Pawns!”

Crash: “Don’t underestimate my sister, Tropy.”

Crunch: “She’s stronger than she looks.”

Sonic: “How dare you try to hurt Charmy and the others.” *Sonic attempts to hit Tropy with a homing attack, but Tropy stops time just before it would connect.*

Tropy: “You’re too slow, Sonic. It’s a wonder how Eggman has such trouble with you if you are this predictable. I see I shouldn’t have assumed that you guys were weak. Which is fine for me, since i don’t have to hold back. See you guys at the end of the next terrarium.”

*Tropy chuckles, then laughs as he opens the gate behind the throne, exiting and moving on to the next terrarium. His leave unfreezes time again and Sonic home attacks the chair, faceplanting into it.*

Espio: “Are you okay, Charmy? We could see what was happening and were worried for you.”

Charmy: ♪ “I’m okay, but that was so much fun!” ♫

Vector: “Yeah, he’s okay.”

Big: “Hmm, we better hurry on. I don’t like the way Tropy was acting.”

*Our heroes leave and move on to the next terrarium.*

Next Time: It’s a whole new world in the Arabian Terrarium

#Isakthedragon's fanfiction #A Dragon Sized Adventure #Thanks KaoticKanine!#ADSA #ADSA: Chapter 32

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August 1, 2018: Columns

(KEN WELBORN’S COLUMN WILL RETURN NEXT WEEK)

A tribute to a distinguished veteran of many colors

By WALTER S. McSWAIN, Jr.

Guest Columnist

One of the most significant and important events in the history of our county took place May 3, 1940--Blue Ridge Mountain VFW Post 1142 was chartered by a few good veterans.

Since that time our community has been blessed by so many very good works, as the foundation and purpose of our VFW post is to "Honor the dead by serving the living." Our post has had the honor of being "All-State" six times between 1979 and 2017. Post Commander Joe McMillan and Quartermaster Ward Eller attended the National Convention in Phoenix, Arizona in July 2009 to accept the "All American Post" award for Post 1142 in 2009.

Outstanding!

The Honor Guard unit's contribution to our community of veterans and their families, and the superb auxiliary certainly gave credence to the acceptance of this "All American Award." A few of our post's services and programs include, providing playing fields for our youth, a campground for visitors, visits to Veterans Hospitals, annual Veterans' Day observance, scholarships for young students, Buddy Poppy distribution, Gold Star banquet, Christmas party for members and families, Saturday night dances for one and all, and the array of services our Auxiliary provides. We appreciate the support of members and friends and are thankful for the interest and support of the community.

One of our distinguished comrades has enjoyed many years of service and dedication to Post 1142, the state, the national organization, and the community in which we live. To acknowledge his many contributions is what this narrative is all about.

Music has been a part of comrade Ward Eller's life since he was a teenager growing up in western Wilkes County. His cousins, Ralph, Edwin, and Bill Church, got him interested in music and it wasn't long before they were performing at schools, churches, and dances in the area.

Ward Eller performing at ChickenFest

Their band was known as "The Church Brothers" and the "Blue Ridge Ramblers." Their reputation spread over into Tennessee and they were signed by Rich-R-Tone Recording in 1949. One of the recordings was a song Ward and Drusilla Adams composed, "You're Still the Rose of my Heart." Others who played with the two groups included Drake Walsh, Elmer Bowers, Gar Bowers, Ralph Pennington and Johnny Nelson.

In 1951 the war in Korea had begun and Ward was drafted into the Army. After his discharge two years later, he enrolled at Appalachian State Teacher's College and earned a degree in Education. He later received a Master's Degree fro East Tennessee State in Administration. He began as a teacher in 1958 at Mt. Pleasant, then as principal at Ferguson Elementary in1964, principal at Ronda-Clingman, and principal at Millers Creek Middle School until his retirement in 1990.

All the while, music remained a big part of his life, most notably performing at the VFW Dance for over 60 years beginning in 1956. He is listed as a Pioneer of Bluegrass in the International Blue Grass Museum in Owensboro, Kentucky, and is the winner of the Dr. T. R. Bryan award from the Wilkes Heritage Museums Blue Ridge Music Hall of Fame.,

Ward's involvement in Post 1142 and District 15 has been outstanding, being a member of the Honor Guard Unite since its beginning In April of 1997. IN 2001, as District 15 Commander, he was able to get high school diplomas for 14 honorable discharged veterans of World War II who hadn't received them.

These contributions of service are recognized by the many caps he has worn, including Post Commander, National Aide-de-Camp, National Quartermaster, District 15 Commander, and as Quartermaster for Post 1142.

Ward's dash (life) has been full of wonderful events, and we are all so very thankful for him.

As we checked over the list Ward's accomplishments, we remind you of the most important one, the day he and Kate were married, October 4, 1953. She is still the "Rose of his Heart," and has been by his side all the way. And they're blessed with wonderful children, Doug and Karen.

May the Lord bless and keep us, may the Lord make His face to shine upon us, and be gracious unto us. May the Lord lift up his countenance upon us, and give us peace - and a safe journey to our respective places.

Amen.

The Space in Between

By LAURA WELBORN

There are several things I struggle with, but mostly I have found it is giving something the space needed.

Space for people to speak- as I have a tendency to fill space with my own words. Space for people to figure things out on their own. Space to trust that things will work out in their own way without me trying to manipulate it in my time.

Life tends to humble us gradually as we age. Over-committing is something that I do almost without thinking and ultimately not giving myself space for “nothing.” I think I can fit it all in- then I become anxious when I am late, or unable to do it all.

I admire people who know their limits and say they can’t fit it in. When raising children how often did I fill up their time with sports, school events, church without giving them time to just roam or figure out what to explore with a summer day. Even child care has strict schedules of structured activities.

“Focus on what’s important and then leave space - the time to think it through and find your own solutions. Over time you will learn that many great things happen unplanned, and some big regrets happen by not reaching exactly what was planned. Keep your life ordered and your schedule under-booked. Create a foundation with a soft place to land, a wide margin of error, and room to think and breathe every step of the way.

The other thing with space is giving people space to handle situations, to develop into their own skin or individuality — the qualities that make them unique. We all have quirks and a weirdness about us. The more relaxed you become with your own differences, the more comfortable you will start to feel just being you. Celebrate being different, off the beaten path, a little on the weird side. If you find yourself feeling like a fish out of water, find a new river to swim in.

Don’t get to the end of your life and find that you lived only the length of it; live the width of it as well. When it comes to living as an authentic, whole human being, the only challenge greater than learning to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, is learning to walk a lifetime comfortably in your own. And when you are truly comfortable in your own skin, not everyone will like you, but you won’t care about it one bit.” (Marc and Angel Hack Life Blog)

Space in the moment before you speak or act, space to look at a situation from all angles, space to explore, unplanned to space to see what “bubbles up” in situations and having enough faith to let things develop in their own time and space. It's all about the space between two points where opportunity grows.

Anti-Semitism; Ancient but on the Rise

By EARL COX

Special to The Record Man’s inhumanity toward man began almost at the dawn of recorded history and hatred for the Jews is just as ancient. The Egyptian pharaoh and his people became markedly anti-Semitic based on fear and not much has changed.

The past two thousand years have seen vicious and brutal physical attacks on Jews the world over. In Europe, anti-Semitism is particularly virulent and historically has often been instigated by Christians who believed they were serving God by punishing the Jews.

Hitler deeply believed the Jews were an inferior race. While religion played a part in the rise of Nazi Germany it was not the lone driving force. The quest for power and the creation of a “superior race” through eugenics ultimately led to the Holocaust whereby six million people, mostly Jews, were tortured and murdered. Whole families were exterminated. Church doctrine created fertile ground for anti-Semitism to grow largely through the false assertion that all the blessings from G-d for Israel were transferred to the church. In short, the church taught that Christians replaced the Jews as G-d’s chosen people; a concept still taught today and it’s called Replacement Theology.

But many Bible believers who did not follow mainline church leaders felt otherwise. When Israel was reborn as a nation-state in 1948 as foretold in the Bible in Isaiah 66:7-8, Replacement Theology was turned on its head. Clearly G-d was not through with Israel or His people!

After World War II there were fewer episodes of organized pogroms against the Jews however Jew-hatred persisted and, sadly, is prevalent today. The horrors of the Holocaust made it apparent that the Jews needed a land of their own. For millennial Israel has been a haven for Jews. Their connection to the land of Israel has been unbroken even when the majority of the Jews were dispersed throughout the nations following the destruction of the Second Temple by the Romans in 70 C.E

In 1948 the Jewish people reestablished the Jewish state of Israel on their ancestral homeland assisted and blessed by the United Nations and certain governments around the world. Why Israel? For one a central part of the Jewish faith has always been an expressed desire to return to their ancient homeland. Another reason is that Theodor Herzl and others began a campaign for Jews to return to their ancient homeland in the late 19th century because of anti-Semitism. This was while the Ottoman Empire had authority over the land. Eliezer Ben Yehuda played a very large part in Jewish Aliyah (immigration to Palestine as the land was then called) and revived the Hebrew language to be used once again for a national language.

Of course there were many who opposed Jewish Zionist aspirations based on anti-Semitic sentiments. In 1947 the United Nations voted to partition the land into two states; one Jewish and one Arab. Even though the land allotted for Israel was largely desert and swamp, the Jews immediately accepted the plan but the Arabs flatly rejected it. War ensued with five Arab armies invading tiny Israel which had barely taken its first breath as a new state. Even so, the fledgling state of Israel prevailed against the full force of Arab aggression and sent them running back to the U.N. asking for protection from Israel.

The displaced Arabs who rejected the U.N. partition plan are now calling themselves Palestinians. They have become masters at public relations and media manipulation and today are claiming they want land lost to Israel during the various wars to be returned to them even though it is land which they declined to accept when originally offered in 1948. The Palestinians seem to be winning the psychological war of world empathy so much so that much of the world no longer recognizes historical and current facts and is reticent to label attacks by Palestinian extremists as acts of terror against Israel and her people.

As anti-Semitism around the world rises, emotional support for Israel is declining. Open hatred for the Jews is today expressed in many forms both overt and covert. Jewish or Israeli speakers invited to address students on college and university campuses are often treated disrespectfully as their words are drowned out by hissing crowds who are often paid by Muslim student organizations.

On the streets ordinary Jewish citizens are openly attacked. While especially prevalent in Europe, it is also happening in the United States. Synagogues, Jewish places of worship, have been burned and vandalized and Jewish cemeteries have been desecrated. Even in “small town, USA,” police are hired to stand guard around synagogues while worship is taking place. Jews in certain parts of Europe, to include London, are being warned to refrain from wearing jewelry, kippahs or other outward signs or clothing marking them as Jews as this marks them as targets.

Thankfully, many states in the U.S. have adopted legislation making acts of anti-Semitism punishable as hate crimes. The U.S. State Department defines anti-Semitism as “a certain perception of Jews, which may be expressed as hatred toward Jews. Rhetorical and physical manifestations of anti-Semitism are directed toward Jewish or non-Jewish individuals and/or their property, toward Jewish community institutions and religious facilities.” While outward acts of anti-Semitism are easily recognizable, anti-Semitism also manifests in more subtle ways designed to have a negative impact on Israeli and Jewish businesses. A more subtle form of anti-Semitism is the BDS (boycott, divestment and sanctions) movement which has taken root around the world. Those who engage in BDS are attempting to keep Israeli products away from consumers and Israeli artists from earning a living as actors, musicians, painters and so on. Ironically, such boycotts are actually backfiring as a great percentage of the Palestinian people are gainfully employed by Jewish and Israeli businesses.

The only way to combat anti-Semitism is to know the facts. To be anti-Semitic is to be anti-Israel and to be anti-Israel is to be anti-G-d; the G-d of the Bible who loves Israel and His special chosen people who happen to be the Jews. I don’t know about you but in the fight of good versus evil, I prefer to stand squarely on the side of good with the G-d of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

A Weekend Breakfast

By CARL WHITE

Life in the Carolinas

So, there I sat in my booth at Cagney’s in North Wilkesboro for a Saturday morning country breakfast of bacon, soft scrambled eggs with biscuit and gravy.

While I enjoy the flavors, I think the memories of growing up in a family that celebrated many of life’s specials moments around a table: set with savory country cooking is even more cherished than the food itself.

While I didn’t think of it at the time, those moments had a profound influence on my life. I’m sure those early days of celebrating life contributed greatly to the fact that I enjoy bringing people together for special occasions.

The idea of not offering food and beverage to guest seems to be an assault on the idea of civilized Southern Hospitality.

I don’t think it needs to be a lot, but it needs to taste and look good. I understand that taste and looks are subjective, but a good effort goes a long way.

I’m certain it’s not just a southern thing, but I do think that we southern folks have a great knack for it and the stylistic way we do it sets us apart from others.

In the adjoining booth was a gathering of 3 who were celebrating the birthday of Buretta Faw, she was joined with her good friend Rita Aguilar and Buretta’s granddaughter Lexis Wyatt.

While I was not part of their party, I could not help but to notice the happy moment. Buretta was presented with a variety of gifts, the first gift was jewelry that featured a sea shell, to which she displayed an expressive smile and said, “I see a trip to the beach coming up”.

The next gift also featured a sea shell to which with even more excitement she expressed her certainty that a trip to the beach would be in the not too distant future. With this comment, there is no doubt that Buretta loves trips to the beach.

Mid way thru my breakfast I noticed that the last gift was being presented.

It was a larger box that contained a custom bag that was printed with pictures of what must have been friends and family. As she looked over her gift her beaming smile was joined with tender tears.

While I did not know any of the celebrating people in the booth next to me. I felt the moment.

I extended a birthday wish and took a picture just like I was part of their group.

We do a lot of things over the course of our lives. As Americans, we spend billions a year on the things we surround ourselves with.

As the years pass and as the interviews and stories keep adding up. I’m noticing more and more about what truly seems to be important in life for most people, including myself. It’s not about having a lot of the stuff.

For the most part, it’s the people in our lives, the good memories, the being together and the images of those we care for that makes our face leak.

You can email Carl at [email protected] Carl White is the executive producer and host of the award winning syndicated TV show Carl White’s Life In the Carolinas. The weekly show is now in its seventh year of syndication and can be seen in the Charlotte viewing market on WJZY Fox 46 Saturdays at noon. For more on the show visit www.lifeinthecarolinas.com You can also catch episodes of Life In The Carolinas on Amazon Prime

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#nomiddleground: @Zedd or @Harry_Styles. Read more below. Thanks. #nvmlindseyallan

HEIL #HARRYSTYLES? EVM's visit to France, culminating with his May 21 address became even more significant for the Empire because EVM graces not only the newly elected Empire puppet in the French Presidency, Emmanuel #Macron2017, whose invasion of the Commondominion's French co-yokebearers is depicted in Isaiah 7-8 (Galatians 1-2, 2 Corinthians 4,11, Daniel 11, 2 John 1), but also another Empire undertaking in France, the #Cannes70 Film Festival (2 Peter 2, Revelation 22). Just months ago, the Antiochians, aware of the prophetic achievements the Commondominion received from our most gracious Godhead through the instrumentality of the steward of our Leader, Brother Nathaniel Manalo, who is no other than Sir #NathanSykes, has yet again took to our principle (Psalm 78,66, Genesis 12,26, Isaiah 49,60) of declaring any place anywhere in the world, where yokebearers exist, as places equal in sacredness to the Holy Land, in short called as #Jerusalems (Matthew 18, Ephesians 3), aside from our consciousness that yokebearers are also existing in the center cities of the Empire's activities and that they need to be emancipated from such places that we call on the other hand as secular #Babylons (Revelation 18), knowing that the Empire would we unappreciative of the fact that the blessed existence of yokebearers elsewhere cushion the punishments that the Empire elsewhere (Matthew 23-25, 2 Thessalonians 2) deserve for their contempt and over-mis-dis-abuse of the religious and spiritual lives of yokebearers (Ezekiel 34,36-37). The Empire had declared on this light, the Palace of #Versailles as a 'Temple of Solomon' in response to our co-shatterer Sir Mark Gray declaring that the US Capitol is a Temple of Solomon too. The Empire had once denoted shared symbols between France and US- something that dates back from the French quarters of the Roman Empire, when that French quarter, together with the other Empire branches at Spain and at Britain itself, fueled the American Revolution of 1776 against the Commondominion man George the 3rd- as the Empire, years ago, had declared Solomon's wealth (John 5,9) to be kept by the Empire beneath Trinity Church in New York and under the Mt. Rushmore Shrine. Upon revealing such whereabouts the Empire had secretly slipped those wealth to their branches in the Philippines where it is now currently awaiting Commondominion folks to open it. With EVM (a Solomon-like figure: 1 Kings 11) in France, an Abomination of Desolation ritual has taken place (Matthew 23-24, Daniel 9,12). The Empire has decided to declare the palace of Versailles as a Solomonic temple because of course not only that the Empire's heads are all no different than Solomon and the other Empire heads of yore, but also because another Empire official, #BrunoMars (there is a field of Mars in Paris), is well known for his near-sounding #VersaceOnTheFloor (or rather field) song. Mars means war, and Versailles saw the negotiations between November 11, 1918 and June 28, 1919, ending World War One. Empire men saw this as a sort of atoning or making peace like the sacrifices in the Temple. The palace saw Louis the 14th, a yokebearer patron, in action, he was called the Sun King. November 11, 1918 saw initial fulfillment of Revelation 7:2-3, as that prophesied truce paved the way for the Messenger's accession to Executive Ministry on December 25th that year. It was rather fulfilled again November 11, 2016, in view of Brother Nathaniel Manalo's election, as his steward, Sir Sykes, launched his #UnfinishedBusiness album on that day, and EVM, on behalf of the Empire, spoke that day in a place same-named as the highlands place where i, #GodsTinyDancer, grew up. We are mentioning these because the Empire, over 5 months after they enthroned #EdSheeran in apotheosis (January 6-7, 2017) and over 5 months before #GodBigDay on September 23rd (Revelation 9: the chapter also talks about pestilences [Joel 2] and hence, Cannes Film FEST as a solemn Empire undertaking) had as follow up, enthroned Harry Styles, another official of the Empire in Britain, in apotheosis over the Empire's Philippine radio network, last May 22, the first anniversary of an evangelical rally the Empire held hosted by EVM and his church. Come to think of this: one of their radio stations, who had just days ago declared war against some of our comrades Sirs Adam Young and Adam Lopapa (Acts 12) the way the Empire had threatened earlier our other comrades, particularly Sir #CalvinHarris, has been tasked to do the ritual. This radio station, like all other Empire radio stations, is well known to play old songs most especially within its 4pm-7pm timeslot, and of course they would in course relate news updates about the Empire activities most especially through its celebrities, but they would not play their songs in the said particular timeslot should the celebrities whom they are talking about in the news have any songs. (4-7 denotes 70 years from 1947 to 2017 [2 Chronicles 36, Jeremiah 29, Isaiah 44] as well as 19-SEVENTY to 2017 being 47 years.) Well, THEY RATHER MADE A SPECIAL EXEMPTION TO HARRY STYLES ON THAT INSTANCE. They played his song right after the talked about him in their news updates (James 2,4, 1 Timothy 1,4-6, 2 Timothy) unlike the other celebrities they had mentioned, and with it came also a 'solemn' warning from the Empire to me and to the whole Commondominion that the Empire is bent to 'drag yokebearers all the more to harder work and stiffer pressure for the Empire's favor in order to keep them away from the Commondominion' (Exodus 5, 1 Kings 12). They had also announced during the day that they are again and 'would all the more now', be after the life and safety of one of our comrades, Sir #Zedd, saying that he is going to be the Empire's 'sacrificial victim'. This is really, as Styles sing, #signsofthetimes. Further Empire intelligence reports confirm such as #reliablesources submitted to us a rundown of the symbolisms the Empire has harnessed out of their pagan occult, on their renewed effort to crackdown all Commondominion folk in order to hinder them from reaching God's Big Day on September 23 (Luke 21). We heard from the Empire that they are making Harry Styles their new, and indeed #anotherone, King of the South depicted in the endtime prophecy of Daniel 11, while they are going to make Sir Zedd, whose real name is Ka Anton Zavlaski (half-Russian, half-German), as the ill-fated King of the North, also pursuant to Daniel 11. Empire had perhaps read already our co-shatterers' papers, most especially that of Sir Patrick Scrivner, mentioning the Empire's works to particularly 'reverse' (Isaiah 14,43,46,41) the Commondominion's victory in #brexit. In Commondominion prophecy, France (kin of Germany and Britain: Isaiah 11,19, Obadiah 1, Ezekiel 20,16) is at the south (Isaiah 43, Ezekiel 38-39, Revelation 20) while Germany (kin of France and Britain) is at north. One of our co-shatterers, Lady Jane Lythgoe and her kin, declared Prince William, another Empire head, to be 'the new German' or Hitler (Isaiah 19,13-14,10). The French on the other hand has their own Napoleon, and Russia, of whom the Commondominion owes much the downfall of Hitler, had once used Daniel 11 in her war against Napoleon. Surely the Empire wants that to be reversed indeed now- they are now using Daniel 11 against Russia, and against her children, including yes, Zedd. Also, as per name denoting of Adam, which we all know to be 'in the beginning', the Empire, as part of its manipulative, contradictive, and misleading stance on the Jubilee of the Commondominion Reformation on October 31, wants to denote how Britain, France and Germany had once became staunch fire-keepers of the Reformation 'in the beginning' (John 5, Matthew 3,11,17, Galatians 2, Romans 6, Hebrews 10, Matthew 10-12), and that just as Adam 'fell from grace', the Empire would not only want these countries to remain away and apart from the Commondominion (John 15, Psalm 42) but would also make sure that the countries who begin to already discover the Commondominion's grace just like Netherlands, as well as all other countries who want to return to it after being mislead by the Empire for years just like Poland, Hungary, Philippines and the United States, and all other countries who are already keeping this faith, would be all disappointed, disgruntled, and hindered from keeping the Commondominion's faith (1 Thessalonians 2, 2 Corinthians 2, Luke 22, Isaiah 5). Sir Willes much known as named after another Reformer, #JohnCalvin, whose heavenly birthday falls on May 27. And why the Empire would make Harry Styles their new King of the South? Because his name sounds like 'King' in Tagalog. Because the empire wants to spit the Commondominion being the realm of the Godhead and recipient of Their Divine Nature (Revelation 1,5,20,16,, 2 Peter 1). Styles sounds like South, much more the Styx River or the Sphinx in Egypt or the France of her time (Isaiah 19,58,1-2, Micah, Amos 1-2, Zechariah 9, Zephaniah 2, Revelation 11,18, Matthew 11). France- #LebronJames. James- Britain (the King James Version of 1611 and all other versions emanating from it. Emanating- Emma- Watson [Jeremiah 7, Isaiah 3], Stone [Habakkuk 2, Isaiah 44, Revelation 9,13,17, Genesis 31, Jeremiah 10, Zechariah 11])- name of Ka Sykes. Harry- #HarryPotter- Potter- Sir Peter Sykes (Father of Sir Nathan), Lady Hannah Potter (Commondominion yokebearer) (Hannah is the mother of Samuel. In Empire they rever #SamSmith and #JosephSmith [they're pretty much a-named in S's], while here at Commondominion i stand as a prophet like Samuel called from his youth [Jeremiah 1], much more because i write #writingsonthewall from indeed, signs of the times over my Devotional Commentary just like Daniel. I was also called in ministry for Lady #LindseyStirling as in another Sam which is Samson #shatterallofme (Ezekiel 12,22,33): Zedd and Lindsey recently worked together for Lindsey's album, and Empire now wants Lindsey to recant and retract her conversion to the Commondominion [Luke 1]). #DanielRadcliffe or #RedCliff- China- the Empire wants China back and is facilitating it through the Empire's British quarters. Peter- Petra: Commondominion's main site for God's Big Day on September 23. We would like to appeal to our most beloved comrades and colleagues in the work, most especially to our most beloved Brothers Willes, Zavlaski, Young, Lopapa and to all yokebearers elsewhere, most especially in France, and specially mentioned are the yokebearers over New York, especially the younger ones. Guys in the Godhead: i would like to call to your mind (Jude Thaddeus 1, 2 Peter 1) what the Empire had most recently claimed that their victories are purportedly God-inspired and hence, them quoting Psalm 145 (The Message and Douay-Rheims) purportedly God's 'headline news'. Rather, let me say this back to them for the sake of you all: rather, i, on behalf of Brother Nathaniel and the whole Commondominion, quote this back to the Empire, what they once used years ago, John 15 (The Message): 'the best way way [1 Corinthians 12-13] you can prove you love is to put your life ON THE LINE for your friends.' I also quote what you Empire people are also quoting most recently: 'it is written [Luke 24, Matthew 4, Psalm 89, Genesis 3] that we must be ready at all times to die [said Abraham Lincoln] for Christ's sake.' (Romans 8, Living Bible; Psalm 44, The Message [Daniel 9, Psalm 79]). 'These are those who were BEHEADED for their testimony for the faith of Christ.' (Revelation 20). I know you, Empire. You're ungrateful for all people is doing for your interest. You had grown to be stone-cold lazy, impersonal, indifferent, of their deepest and most imperative needs. You had been what you are now, a cold-blooded murderer. I had said once, i will say again, and rest assured that i'll continue to say this as long as you exist to drag my brethren to fear (Galatians 1, Hebrews 2, Luke 1) and punishment: you'll regret what you will be tomorrow once you push on with your murdering enterprise for the mere sake of somebody's fleeting wanton. I love my brethren so much. These brethren loved you all their lives and were willing to lay down their lives for you. God's headline news is no other than this Commondominion (Psalm 65,48,75-76,68,7) existing only for their happiness, because i am so much more than willing, and even so excited, to lay down my life for our brethren. I know that you too, Empire, is much willing to die if only to keep them in your side, but please, don't kill them to take them down with you to Hades. Only try then to lay hands on anyone of them and you'll know what will you be (Jeremiah 2,8-9) later on, and that yes, swiftly (Zephaniah 1). And as for you my most beloved guys, please, here you have seen how much we love you that we'll even go on sounding like crazy for your sake (2 Corinthians, Acts 26). We here at Commondominion of Christ long for nothing but the best of interests for you- to see all of you with the Godhead on the last day (John 3-11). Only we ask you to only #stay with us. Stay like you had never been before, stay like it's only we and you. Because (Luke 17) we're in you. You cannot deny that. The moment you decided to work and hence be better than this Empire who is all only after yet against you, we were awakened within you. The fact that Godhead destined you to be right where you are is the most eloquent proof that you had lived enough to see us coming to your rescue. Guys, this treatise, nor my sacrifice, is not well enough to express how much we live and die to love you and all your loved ones (Romans 14). So please, resolve to live the best way you could ever be- with me, and with us. Godhead's love exceeds ours, and that's what we could only offer you in grateful, happy returns of all that you are and all that you do. You would always be our best interest. We are waiting for you. #makeamove, and whether you do it or not (Deuteronomy 30, 1 Corinthians 10), we love you so much. Ever truly yours, Joseph facebook.com/jonas.stirling

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