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◇ Inter Stellas Inveniam Te ◇

◇◇◇ Chapter II - Gravitas Duorum

⚜ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Xavier Calcazar/Volenta Calcazar (OC)/Heinrix van Calox

⚜ 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: Overall story rating - E. Overall tags - romance, disaster polycule, more tba. This chapter - none worth mentioning.

⚜ 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Even the most powerful have their weaknesses. Volenta has more than a few of her own. One such weakness being her husband. Another - her love for toying with others. Her station permits it, but it doesn't come without consequences, because Lady Inquisitor soon finds herself entangled with another man. And she doesn't know just what events will unfold when the man she's married to gets assigned to look over the Koronus Expanse.

In the 41st millennium, there's only war. Be it on surfaces of planets, on the decks of spaceships or… in personal lives. And those battles are not easily won.

⚜ 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: A drink might be in order when Volenta receives a message that Xavier is going to be late. Unknowingly, Heinrix had the exact same thought already and so they meet again, twice in one day. But a bar is a place to drink and Heinrix is not much of a drinker.

⚜ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 6,850 | AO3 | Chapter navigation

⚜ 𝖆/𝖓: I'm having way too much fun with this, if you ask me. Also, I always wanted to put Heinrix in "situations" and now poor guy can't catch a break. But oh how I love watching him squirm lol. That said - enjoy <33

Falling darkness behind the windows outside of Volenta’s office reminds her that she should get home. Xavier must be waiting, she hopes that he is. But when she puts on her cloak, attaching it beneath the pauldrons, a noise from her micro data-slate indicates she has gotten a message of sorts. Pausing with one hand on her sword, Volenta sighs when she reads what it is.

<I’ll be late. Something came up. X.C.>

Of course something came up. Something always comes up for either of them or both of them, all the time. Looking at the ancient wooden clock that is slowly ticking away the minutes, Volenta decides that maybe getting that drink is the best choice right now. She doesn’t have to rush home, to the empty halls and a cold bed, with only servants and servitors to keep her company. Xavier will return to her, but not just yet.

Stuffing the data-slate back into her pocket, Volenta rolls her shoulders and with a hand on a door handle, she closes her eyes and breathes. Her mind clears after a few moments, a short meditation practice that she learned during her days as an acolyte. And she’s ready to proceed again.

Exiting, she’s met with two of her assistants. Young soldiers that she has taken under her wing for the time being. Their mentor has been killed in battle just outside of the sector and as a presiding leader of the Inquisition, she volunteered to keep their hands busy until another inquisitor deems them useful enough to take them. They bow, nearly wiping the floor with their noses.

“Dismissed.”

She walks past, not casting even a glance in their direction. Volenta doesn’t even see the need to learn their names. What’s the use? Either they will die, by her hand or another, or they will soon be shipped off to serve someone else. There’s scampering behind her, but Lady Inquisitor doesn’t care and walks off.

Navigating the corridors that she has been using for many decades is an easy task. And she’s gotten less and less irritable when agents of every rank jump out of her way. Most cast their eyes down, some openly glower at her. One even decides to take a stance and not get out of her way only to be pulled aside by his comrades. Volenta pretends she sees none of this. It’s has become easier to ignore how others react to her presence through the years. It’s all just background noise now.

A lift, then another, stairs and more corridors. Some poor serf drops a tray of recaf while trying to get out of her way just like the others and burns his hand with hot liquid, but she doesn’t look. Doesn’t even notice. In a way, Volenta observes everything, but at the same time her mind has grown so accustomed to constant threats, that she easily filters out what needs to be noticed or addressed. This, however, isn’t it. The same way she does not hear countless people greeting her as she passes them either. All just a sea of voices, none of them important until her merciless gaze finds fear in the eyes of a heretic, a traitor, a mutant, a xenos.

Already thinking of tasks she will have to do the next day, Volenta walks through a massive open double door of the bar. It’s a luxury but not an uncommon one. Naturally there is a bar for the agents to relax at. And of course it’s big, plays music and has people serving in crisp uniforms and shiny augmetics. All of them have their vocal cords removed. None of them are literate. Some have had their minds scrambled. Some are former members of the Inquisition, acolytes or even inquisitors, with their brains wiped so clean all that they know anymore is simply just to serve. Punishment harsher than death.

When Volenta passes the bar falls quiet. Only the music and her heels on the tiles sound loudly as she crosses the open area, picking one of the empty tables to settle at. Thankfully, she sees her favorite spot unoccupied. Lady Inquisitor doesn’t know that no thinking agent of the Golden Throne would sit there, not even on a dare and it has been this way for years, ever since she took up the mantle that’s currently weighting down upon her shoulders.

Everyone knows this is her seat – a sparkling clean table with a luxurious couch that is against the wall. There are many such spots in the bar, but Volenta always picks the middle one on her right. It’s easier for her to observe entirety of the room this way. They know her order painfully clearly too. One time a new girl failed to find special liquor that Volenta likes. Rogue Trader in Lady Inquisitor’s retinue, Merrashiac Vux-Arkhant who goes by the nickname of simply Merr, took care of that. Inquisitor is not aware of this to this day, but whatever Merr has done, it ensured that the barkeepers and servants never forgot Volenta’s order again. And so Justitia Imperatoris became one of the scarce spots where she can relax.

Plopping herself onto the couch, Volenta drapes an arm over the backrest of it and pulls out her micro data-slate. She doesn’t look up at the trembling serf who brings her a bottle and a clean glass, placing them almost soundlessly onto the table. “Good evening, Lady Inquisitor.”

“Thank you.” She mutters out of habit rather than actually paying attention to the young man, and he bows deeply, then practically disappears leaving Volenta alone.

She’s checking her schedule for tomorrow and so, again, doesn’t actually notice that Heinrix is present as well. He’s sitting almost apposite of her, just slightly to the side after taking for a seat a similar couch she’s sitting on.

Of course Heinrix noticed her walk in. The silence that fell upon Justitia Imperatoris upon her arrival could not be ignored. But since she’s seated now, the agents slowly begin to return to their conversations. Except for Heinrix.

After their little ‘meeting’ he tried to return to his duties, but ended up just pacing the office countless times until finally realizing he needed a drink and to be among others, even if not for the purpose of socializing. And so he has been here for a couple hours, alone, slowly nursing amesac. It’s only his third glass but since Heinrix is generally not that much of a drinker, he’s feeling the pleasant warmth and a buzz already. If he loses control of psyker powers here, at least he will be taken out quickly with so many inquisitors and acolytes in every nook and cranny of this building.

But now, now his attention is drawn to the woman sitting across the room, her white hair draping over the silver pauldrons, her gloves discarded on the desk. There’s a drink in her hand already and she takes a sip while with a thumb swiping at the data-slate. Rosette on her chest shifts and with embarrassment Heinrix recalls how he tried his damnest not to stare.

Volenta doesn’t really notice Heinrix. She does feel eyes on her, of course she does, but like so many other things, her brain already scanned them out as nonthreatening in nature. Draping one leg over the other, the Inquisitor just sips on her drink, holding it in her hand with elegant grace. A meeting in the afternoon, questioning the newly brought in suspect, courtesy of Nesex, then prepare her yearly report to the Lords of Terra. She doubts that they read those, even the Lords are too afraid to oppose someone who can command almost entirety of the Inquisitorial forces at a whim, but she still dutifully sends the tomes. Her, and the Grandmaster of Solar Segmentum, Raphael.

And while she is distracted, Heinrix is confident that Volenta is not aware of his presence. Yet he still turns his face away when the woman lifts eyes from the data-slate, if only to refill her glass. Carefully, and with his face beginning to burn at the memories of what transpired between them, Interrogator glances at her again. Then empties his own glass. He wants to leave, he even knows he should, and yet his bottom is glued to the couch for the time being. Despite feeling a mix of emotions raging from complete indignation at Volenta’s treatment of him to utter and all-encompassing shame, Heinrix wants to approach her.

He’s not even sure why he would want to talk to Volenta again. Surely, she has seen many men like him naked, and the fact that they have worked together doesn’t change the fact that he’s just another agent among many to her. And yet the pull is there. As strong as Emperor’s own will trying to move Heinrix’s feet and carry him towards the white-haired inquisitor.

Or maybe it’s the fact itself that she has seen him naked now. What’s worse, she’s seen him erect and Heinrix has to close his eyes for a moment lest his shame gets the better of him, making him flee the premises without looking back. But if he did approach her, what would he even say? Variety of stupid openers flash through Heinrix’s mind and he just sighs, rubbing his eyelids with fingertips. And still the man feels like he has to say something. For his own sake, definitely not for hers, otherwise things might get awkward between him and Xavier when his mentor finds out. And Heinrix is sure he will find out. He doesn’t know why he’s sure of it, but he is.

Blast it, he has to do it. And so Heinrix downs last of his drink, slamming the glass onto the table perhaps a little too harshly than he intended. After standing up he lingers for just a split second, then begins marching towards the woman in black. He hears whispers following his journey across the room, his name mentioned together with hers, but at this point Heinrix doesn’t care. He should’ve known that the rumor mill will begin spinning about his summoning sooner or later.

However, the closer he walks to Volenta, the more Heinrix’s footsteps slow. And he nearly turns around before reaching the table but orders himself not to be a coward. He can do this, he can speak to her. Even if he hasn’t figured out what to say.

Finally, Heinrix stands right in front of the desk upon which Volenta’s drink and glass rest, and remains quiet. She ignores him. He waits a beat or two, then clears his throat.

“I know you’re here, I could smell piss across the room.” She responds calmly and thumbs her data-slate screen again.

Heinrix freezes, then rises his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“Weren’t you squirming in your seat just now? Wetting your pants because I’m here?” Slowly Volenta lifts her eyes and Heinrix’s breath catches in his throat. Was she always this beautiful or is it the drink that muddles his perception?

“No, actually. I…” Pausing, Heinrix lets out a small amused scoff at his own incompetence in this situation, then smiles to Volenta. “I want to thank you for being respectful during your examination, Lady Inquisitor.” He nods, thinking that this is ought to do it and thus Volenta’s own smile does not surprise him.

“Really? And you aren’t thinking about how I caressed your balls and could see every vein on your cock from up close?” She raises her eyebrows while speaking and Heinrix’s smile fades, blown away as if by the winds. She sees him processing the words, going from a shade of pale then beginning to redden the more of what she said sinks in, and finally he coughs, glancing away. This, Heinrix surely didn’t expect.

“Lady Inquisitor, I don’t think this is appropriate.” He mutters, feeling his resolve weakening by the second. Seems a simple talk is not going to be possible.

“Oh, don’t be shy. Come, sit down.” She pats the spot next to her and Heinrix looks at it, then at Volenta, then back to the spot.

“I don’t think-“

“Yes, we already established that. Sit down.” There’s more force in her tone now even though the smile remains, and Heinrix deflates, shoulders slumping and a sigh escaping the man. He cannot fight her, not Volenta.

Like a beaten dog, Heinrix shuffles his feet to the couch and sits as far away as possible from the Lady Inquisitor, her words still burning his neck and face from within. Why did she have to say that? He knows why, Volenta has always been like that. The amount of power resting in her palms permits her to be this way and there’s nothing he or anyone can do about it.

“Closer, Heinrix. We’re not on a job, you can allow yourself to be more casual.” She’s smiling, watching him like he’s prey and has to stop herself from chuckling when Heinrix gives one unsure glance in her direction, then slides over the seating towards her. “Closer.” She repeats and he does so again, looking at Volenta with undisguised hope that she won’t make him move again.

No such luck. With a smile still on her face Volenta waits for Heinrix to sit really close to her, almost inappropriately close, and he tries not to hang his head low like a man on the gallows. “Was it really that bad?” Volenta thumbs her data-slate off and puts it on the table before picking up her glass. She’s not utterly oblivious to the stares they are getting, but she couldn’t care less.

“It was… challenging, Lady Inquisitor.” Heinrix admits slowly and raises his eyes to Volenta, watching her take a sip of the drink. Emperor knows he could use one too.

“Same can be said about everything we do, darling.” With a smile, Volenta offers Heinrix her glass. Of course she sees the hunger in his eyes. Hunger to numb himself in her presence.

“No, I wouldn’t dare.” Leaning back, Heinrix quickly lifts his palms in surrender but Volenta doesn’t relent and instead pushes the glass into his fingers. He has no choice but to take it.

Their eyes meet and Volenta sees the confusion in him again. He doesn’t know how to behave anymore, not after what has happened in her office. She can’t really blame him, after all not every day respected members of the Holy Inquisition suddenly get groped like this, no matter the accusation. But she does enjoy watching him squirm, except this time without stiffness in his shoulders. The blush truly looks nice on him though.

“If you insist, Lady Inquisitor.”

“I do, in fact, insist.” She smiles and watches Heinrix sniff at the drink, then carefully lift the glass to his lips and take one tentative sip.

Suddenly Heinrix’s eyes widen and he scowls, glaring at the glass as if it personally offended him. “What is in it?” With a strained voice, the Interrogator tries not to cough and Volenta chuckles, covering her mouth with a palm.

“Don’t worry about what it is, drink.” With a free hand she swiftly reaches out and by the bottom of it tips the glass towards his lips again.

With amusement and a giggle rising in Volenta’s chest, she watches Heinrix gulp one small sip after another. His neck muscles tense, his brows are furrowed, but his mismatched eyes are on her, waiting for her to abate. At last she does and pulls the glass out of his hand, knocking the rest of the liquor back in one swallow, making Heinrix’s eyebrows rise despite the awful, burning taste in his mouth and throat.

She doesn’t even flinch.

“That’s… impressive.” He admits and Volenta leans to the table to refill the glass with an easy smile on her face.

“I can do more impressive things, but some of them are better shown in a bedroom rather than here.”

Caught by surprise, Heinrix coughs and has to slam a fist against his chest before he starts choking. Amused, Volenta gently pats his back in a lighthearted attempt to ‘help’ him, then leans a little closer. Her hair slips to the side and she smiles again.

“Are you okay, darling?”

Heinrix is not okay. He clears his throat a couple times and almost with a new wave of rising panic, snatches the glass from Volenta and downs at least half of it in two deep gulps. Now it’s Volenta’s turn to look at him with wide eyes and undisguised surprise. When Heinrix does not cough this time, despite still frowning deeply at the strength of whatever Lady Inquisitor is drinking, she laughs and takes the glass from him. “I think that’s enough if you’re not used to it. It has a kick like a mad grox sometimes.”

“I’m sure I can handle a drink.” He tries to sound tougher than he feels in this moment, and Volenta just chuckles, giving him a sly glance.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Despite this being her second glass, even Volenta is sensing the alcohol is beginning to dull her sharp mind. And she is used to it. Heinrix, who she has never known to be a heavy drinker, or a drinker at all for that matter, might experience a bit of a hit when the liquor starts seeping into his system. So she watches him for a second longer while Heinrix’s eyes do not move away from her. There’s caution in them, but also curiosity and she finds it quite endearing.

Unexpectedly, when neither of them say anything for a while longer, Heinrix puts palms on the desk, ready to push himself to his feet. “I think I have wasted enough of your time and I should-“

And it hits him. Full force of the drink, especially since it got mixed with the amesac he drank earlier, finally kicks in, just as Volenta guessed it would. She watches him pause mid-sentence and freeze when the world loses its sharp edges and the ground refuses to feel stable. Blinking couple times, Heinrix inhales slowly and tries to compose himself, then flinches when Volenta touches his elbow. “Sit, it will pass soon enough.”

With a pull on his sleeve, she eases Heinrix back onto the couch and turns his face to her by the chin, inspecting the look in his eyes. Pupils dilated, forehead already damp with sweat, breathing is heavy. He should not have drunk so much in one fell swoop. “How are you feeling?” Pressing back of her hand to Heinrix’s cheek, Volenta doesn’t seem much affected by the drink herself, although she certainly is feeling it. She’s just taking it better than him.

“I… I don’t know. Limp.” Heinrix blinks couple times, the pale face before him swimming strangely and he swallows. When Volenta laughs, he smiles without even knowing why she’s laughing.

“Yes, well, you’re not the first man to experience that while drinking.” Chuckling still, she presses a palm to his forehead.

“No! Emperor’s blood…” Heinrix laughs too, defeated. “Volenta, you know that’s not what I meant, I meant your drink... It’s not what I expected.”

“Nothing about me is what people expect, darling. Do you want some water?” Her head quickly snaps to the side, eyes looking for a nearest serf, but Heinrix takes her hand away from his forehead and kisses it, making Volenta look back at him.

“Your kindness satiates me enough.”

“You’re drunk.”

“That doesn’t change anything.”

Heinrix lifts his eyes to Volenta and sees that she’s smiling. Gently so, familiar in a way he can’t really describe. His heart clenches at the beauty before him. Has he been blind this entire time? No, it must be the drink.

“Maybe I should get you drunk more often since you say the sweetest things like this.” She gently pulls her hand away from his fingers and pushes the glass of liquor aside, pocketing her data-slate and gloves. “I think it’s best if at the very least I get you to your office. Or maybe outside? Where do you reside?”

“I’m alright, Volenta, you don’t need to worry about my wellbeing.” Heinrix tries to stand again and wavers on his feet, gripping the edge of the table. She looks up at him, not moving to catch him even if he falls, just observing. “I will go outside for some fresh air.”

“Right.” Volenta smiles a little and stands too, gripping Heinrix’s sleeve when it appears he’s going to stumble, but to her surprise he remains standing and even lets go of the table. With back straight and expression stern, the Interrogator looks at Volenta’s grip on him and tries to gently remove it.

“You truly shouldn’t concern yourself with me. I’m sure you have other duties to attend to than oversee an agent who made a mistake.”

“Stop being so stubborn.” With slight exasperation Volenta nudges Heinrix in the side and makes him move from around the table. He briefly catches himself against it, something that the Inquisitor notices but doesn’t mention, then makes one careful step towards the exit.

Most in the lounge observe him, Heinrix senses that and is acutely aware that he shouldn’t make mistakes right now. He’s risking his reputation and maybe even Volenta’s. Something that might earn him a death sentence. And she can see the inner struggle beneath: tightly clenched jaw, pale skin, sheen of sweat over it and a hard look that betrays how hard he��s trying to concentrate. Yet his dilated pupils betray that despite holding himself together quite well so far, Heinrix is truly far from okay. Volenta knows it will get worse before it gets better. He should not have mixed amesac with her drink, but what is done is done.

“Come. Try to focus on the door.” Stepping from around the table, Volenta keeps respectable distance from Heinrix and watches him give a curt nod, then affix his gaze onto the exit as if his life depends on it.

One step, two, then three and it becomes easier to walk. Well, that’s what he thinks because Heinrix doesn’t see himself from the side. To Volenta he’s clearly affected and she’s sure others are seeing it too. Interrogator is walking but way too stiffly to be considered normal and his fingers are clenched into fists like he’s trying not to reach out to stabilize himself.

The journey to the exit is slow, but eventually they make it. No other words are exchanged and Volenta has already mapped out the quickest route to the closest exit. There will be cars to pick up Heinrix and her, who has to return home. But at the same time she almost wishes she could stay with Heinrix a little longer. Him refusing to acknowledge how badly the drink has pulled the rug from underneath him is quite entertaining.

Once they are outside of the lounge, couple serfs look with worry in their direction and scurry away the moment they recognize Volenta, but she ignores it and puts a palm against Heinrix’s lower back. “Here, to the left.” Gently guiding the man towards the lift, she pays special attention to how he’s fairing and so far, so good. Or so she thinks until he trips.

Maybe it was one of the cleaning serfs who rushed out of their way too fast and too carelessly, maybe it is just God-Emperor’s will to punish Heinrix for arrogance with which he downed Volenta’s drink. But what happens – happens, and he trips over a wrinkle on a carpet, extending his arms to brace for a fall that doesn’t happen. Thanks to Lady Inquisitor, of course. Who is slightly tipsy but still in charge of all her faculties. And so she thinks fast. Faster than him by the way she steps in front of Heinrix and with a shoulder against his chest Volenta stops the fall before it even really begins.

In response, Heinrix embraces Volenta out of instinct and she huffs when his weight makes her heels slip over the carpeted floor. But she still manages to stop him and the Interrogator looks at the woman in his arms, eyes wide, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Everything swims far too much for him to even be able to lie to himself about how drunk Heinrix actually feels.

“You’re heavy.” Volenta huffs and looks up at him, her expression strained because of the effort to keep Heinrix upright. Thankfully he quickly gathers himself.

Finding his footing once more, the Interrogator slowly releases Volenta as if scared that she will fall, but the Inquisitor just gently pushes Heinrix away and straightens her back, brushing her pauldron off as if he soiled it.

“Forgive me, Lady Inquisitor, it must’ve been something-“ He looks down at the noses of his boots and sees what he tripped over with a degree of embarrassment. He’s really making a fool out of himself in front of this woman and clenching his jaw tightly Heinrix clears his throat. “I apologize.”

But as Heinrix begins to bow his head, Volenta stops him by cupping his jaw with her fingers and making him look up at her. “It’s fine. Nothing happened. Just don’t do this, you might fall again.” The gentle smile is reassuring and Heinrix looks at her for a long moment.

Through the drunken haze he remembers the inspection earlier, Volenta not exactly on her knees but still low, touching him intimately where only a handful of women touched before. He knows she was just doing her job, even if it appeared that she truly enjoyed torturing him in this way. Nevertheless, the memory of that proud face so close to his-

“Heinrix?” Volenta leans in a little closer and touches his chest right below the rosette with her fingers. “Are you going to pass out? You didn’t drink that much but maybe because you mixed it-“

Without thinking what he is even doing, Heinrix surges forward, grabbing Volenta by her arms right below the pauldrons and forces her backwards, against the nearest wall until she’s caged by his form. She only manages to gasp out his name before Heinrix kisses her. The moment their lips make contact, he pauses, freezing, nearly beginning to doubt himself, but then his own beating heart muffles the world in his ears and the Interrogator presses himself against Volenta.

She was not expecting this at all. Maybe if she did, she could’ve avoided it if she wished for it. But Volenta gets completely caught off guard and with eyes wide, she herself pauses for a moment, trying to understand what’s happening. Alcohol in her own system not helping her to comprehend the situation any faster. She just feels Heinrix’s grip release her arms and wander to Volenta’s waist, pulling her against him as he pins her even harder against the wall.

Handle of Heinrix’s force sword digs into her hip and Volenta gasps with discomfort only to allow the man deepen the kiss and steal her breath away. Her hands catch onto his bracers but the passion behind his kiss is melting her shock away. Volenta’s eyelids slowly drop when she begins to relax and when Heinrix slips one gloved hand to grip the back of her neck she succumbs to his desire completely.

Heinrix is not surprised when Volenta kisses him back, he wanted it and now it only spurs him on, his fingers tightening on her neck, not wanting to let go or stop. On her tongue he tastes the same vile liquor that wiped his mind clean and the Interrogator only wants more. To forget, to feel, to let himself go. And despite Volenta’s earlier joke about limpness and drunkenness, Heinrix quickly grows aroused. She can feel it too, there’s no room between them and with a gasp against his lips Volenta tries to move one hand and feel out Heinrix’s erection.

“Don’t.” Heinrix whispers into the kiss but instead of stopping her he bows his head and lets his lips find Volenta’s neck. Her smell, something woody and fruity at the same time, almost drives Heinrix insane right here and now.

A thought crosses his mind that he shouldn’t do this. And something else about her that Heinrix does not want to remember. Something alarming and far away from present. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t because he wants her. She should not have acted the way she did during the inspection. It’s Volenta’s doing that he can’t hold himself together anymore.

Volenta’s fingers tangling in Heinrix’s hair only urges him on and with a smirk he hears the Inquisitor gasp when his teeth teasingly sink into her neck, fingers gripping his hair tighter. “Fuck, Heinrix, you’re drunk, you’re-“ She tries to find reason and sense. Not because she doesn’t want it, but because Volenta suspects that Heinrix is not really thinking and that his regrets might be bigger the next day than the pleasure he could have with her now. And yet when she cups his erection, her own sensibilities begin to crumble faster than she can fight against it.

“I need you, now.” He whispers and releases Volenta’s neck, pulling down the neckline of her undershirt so that he can trail hot kisses across her collarbone and she sighs in response, her head leaning back against the wall.

Volenta’s fingers stroke Heinrix’s erection through the fabric of his pants, through the synskin he wears beneath that and he huffs a restrained sigh against her skin, fawning hotly upon it. It’s been so long since he has been with someone and now there’s a woman in his arms. Woman that he did have fleeting thoughts about and kept pushing them away. Because she’s Lady Inquisitor, because she’s a de-facto mistress of the Inquisition, because of the things that she can do, because of her husb-

Heinrix doesn’t get to remember the crucial truth about the woman he’s nearly beginning to undress in this empty hallway because they both hear the sound of the lift and freeze. He lifts his gaze to Volenta and she looks startled as well, then he immediately steps away from her, running a hand over the hair, trying to smooth out his jacket even if Heinrix doesn’t feel steady on his feet. Volenta pushes herself from the wall and clears her throat, fixing her collar and jacket as well, putting herself together in a matter of seconds.

By the time there’s a ding of a lift door opening, they look as if nothing happened if not for redness on Volenta’s lips, but she immediately rubs her fingers against them, hiding the fact that they were like this before. Two acolytes she doesn’t recognize step out and freeze, first looking at Heinrix, who’s slightly wavering on his feet and at Volenta, who looks deep in thought, with her knuckles against her lips. Even though she doesn’t know who they are, these two men recognize her immediately and bow deeply. “Lady Inquisitor.” They greet her and she just waves them off, making the acolytes rush past without daring to look back.

Once they turn a corner and the footsteps begin to quickly fade, Volenta sighs and looks at Heinrix. “Let’s get you some fresh air.” Walking closer, she drapes one of his arms around her shoulders to help him stabilize his feet and Heinrix just looks at her.

“I… I shouldn’t have.” He admits when they begin to walk, the Interrogator not even fighting the help he’s being given.

At his words Volenta smiles and blows a stray strand of hair from her face. “Probably not. But I enjoyed it nonetheless.” She says and Heinrix’s eyes widen slightly. He expected many responses, but not this one. Could it be that she… That she… “There should be plenty of autocars around to take you home.” Volenta continues and with Heinrix unconsciously supporting himself with her, the Inquisitor turns and presses the rune, closing lift’s doors.

“I have my own too.”

“I don’t think you should be driving anything right now. The drink will wear off eventually, but not so soon.” Eyeing the display panel at the side, Volenta watches the numbers decrease as the machine takes them from upper floors of the headquarters to the ground ones.

“Why…” Heinrix can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “What is even that drink?” It’s hard for him to believe just how thoroughly it affected him and fast too. He thought of using biomancy to clear his head, but now he is glad that he didn’t. First it was because he didn’t trust himself not to accidentally make something spawn right in the middle of the bar, but now… now he still can taste Volenta’s lips on his when his tongue sweeps over them.

“It’s a special brand that only I drink.” Volenta glances up at Heinrix, feeling the weight upon her shoulders but not minding it at all.

It’s strangely familiar. Maybe because she was in a similar situation before when one of the attacks by the xenos managed to actually harm Heinrix in the past and she was there to help him to safety. Or maybe because not only they have seen battles together but also she has seen him naked now. Or maybe it’s even the kiss that broke some sort of guard that both of them had. Alcohol and making out, Volenta feels like she’s back in her acolyte days and scoffs with a smile.

“So it’s a secret? An inquisitor that reveals nothing. I think I heard this one somewhere before.” Heinrix says, his words slightly slurring but he only now notices that for the first time and flushes slightly, unused to feeling and being less than a perfect example of decorum.

“I wonder where.” With a smile Volenta glances away to the panel again and Heinrix uses the chance to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers.

How someone like her can be so strong. Volenta should be a noble, pampered and tended to, not leading armies to the battlefront. Her scars, he thinks as he traces a gloved thumb over the one below her left eye, do not tarnish the regal look this woman has about her. And he yearns again, sinking into the warm feeling of alcohol coursing through his veins. It’s so difficult to think right now, but maybe he doesn’t want to think.

Leaning towards Volenta, Heinrix wants to kiss her again. He feels like a different man, unlike himself. The buttoned-up Interrogator being someone else in this moment and not him. Oh how good it feels not to care about dogmas and rules, not to think of laws or duties. Yet when the lift gently rattles to a stop, Heinrix pulls back with a sigh. Maybe he shouldn’t forget himself. Maybe he’s going to be executed for this tomorrow.

“Let me just-“ Fighting his desire to stay like this a little longer, Heinrix lifts his arm from Volenta’s shoulders and tries to find steadiness. It comes easier now, the longer he’s in this state, and Lady Inquisitor gives him a cautious look as if she’s expecting for Heinrix to drop the moment she’s not helping him out. But no, he stabilizes himself at last and just before the lift door tries to close, he grips the side of it, preventing such thing from happening.

Pausing, Heinrix closes his eyes and drags a palm down his face, letting his glove absorb the perspiration that is keeping the skin damp, and at last he feels able to proceed. With one glance to Volenta, who still looks at him with caution, he offers a small smile and steps out with her walking closely behind him. Thankfully, the night air is cool and it feels refreshing to feel the wind upon Heinrix’s face. Volenta feels similar even though she’s way less intoxicated than he, but she doesn’t linger, snapping her fingers at a closest serf, instructing him to bring about the autocar.

When the elderly man rushes off to the control panel, Volenta looks back at Heinrix who seems to be composed again. Whatever happened in that hallway, when his demeanor cracked and he gave in to the barest of desires, is gone now. Despite looking slightly unsteady, the man is composed once more with his shoulders pushed back and an impassive expression back onto his face. Volenta doesn’t need to guess why. They are in public now and he risks getting shot on spot if anyone has even a fraction of a thought he’s being inappropriate with her.

“I do want to thank you for your help. Night air does feel refreshing and sobering, Lady Inquisitor.” Heinrix says and she sighs. There goes Volenta. Nodding and accepting his gratitude, she eyes him whole with a raised eyebrow, then a smile appears on her face.

“You’re most welcome. Go home, sleep it off.”

“That’s the plan, Lady Inquisitor. I also want to apologize for causing trouble and…” Swallowing dryly, Heinrix briefly glances around before leaning slightly towards Volenta, his expression showing how torn he is about what happened. “I apologize for… for…”

“For kissing me?” Both her eyebrows rise now, the smile becoming just a fraction wider and much more smug. “Don’t be. Maybe we can do it again sometime. Without a risk of being observed, of course.”

“Lady Inquisitor, what are you implying? Surely there’s no way- And it would be highly inappropriate. And irresponsible! And-“

Her sudden laugh cuts him off and Heinrix looks at Volenta with an open astonishment. He has seen her this casual before, but not towards himself. Towards her husband. Heinrix’s expression immediately falls back to the usual stony mask when he expertly hides the terrified realization that just dawned upon him.

He kissed Xavier’s wife. His mentor’s woman. Oh Emperor, what has he done.

But before Heinrix can even begin to think of endless different ramifications that will follow if what happened reaches Xavier, Volenta turns to the elderly serf, listens to him speak and nods. A moment later, an autocar appears, hovering gently above the ground. When Volenta looks at Heinrix, there’s nothing in his mind just dread.

“You should go.” She steps to the autocar and it hovers lower, the door opening automatically but Heinrix doesn’t move, not right away.

He just stares at Volenta and keeps asking himself what he was thinking. But then her own words return to him – of course he wasn’t thinking. That’s how he got into this mess. “Heinrix?” Volenta appears slightly worried when he doesn’t respond and with feet feeling like they have been encased in led, the Interrogator moves to the autocar.

“Thank you, yes. I will go home.” He responds not unlike someone who’s been servitorized no more than five minutes ago and Volenta just watches Heinrix climb into the autocar in silence.

Only when he glances up at her and reaches to press the rune to make the door close is when Volenta moves, leaning into the car and pressing her lips against his in a briefest of kisses, swiftly pulling back with a smile. “You did nothing wrong, agent.” She reassures him and Heinrix just stares at her in disbelief as if she kissed him out of nowhere, as if he didn’t kiss her just fifteen minutes ago, breaking all protocols of conduct. Now that his mind has sobered, this action is almost sinful in nature.

“But-“

“See you around.” Volenta doesn’t let Heinrix to get even half of an argument out before she clicks the rune herself and steps back, slamming her palm over the hood of the machine and initiating a voice command. “Take Interrogator Van Calox home!” Last glimpse Heinrix gets of Volenta is her smile, a sparkle in her eyes and her white long hair, whipping about as the autocar whirls its engines and rises higher and higher.

She stands for a moment longer even when Heinrix’s vehicle merges with countless others in the open space of Terra and then shakes her head slightly. Wondering if he will tell Xavier what happened, she walks back towards the serf and orders him to get her own personal car out of parking lot. While she waits, Volenta touches her lips briefly, remembering the kiss.

With a gentle and uncharacteristic blush, Lady Inquisitor realizes her heart is beating faster when she thinks of that kiss in the hallway. He risked everything for it, just for a little taste of her, and such foolishness, or bravery, makes the woman feel flattered.

However, when Volenta’s own car arrives, sleek and black, she remembers that Xavier should be back and that urges her to get home faster. And even when she’s on her way home, the Inquisitor cannot forget the passion with which Heinrix pushed her against the wall, like he didn’t want to give her even a smallest chance of escape from his desires. It was… strangely familiar and yet not quite like her husband.

With a sigh she tries not to think of it.

It doesn’t work.

#rogue trader #xavier calcazar #heinrix van calox #rogue trader crpg #rogue trader fanfiction #xavier fic #heinrix fic #fandom: wh40krt #nocturn writes #volenta calcazar #Inter Stellas Inveniam Te

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antiques-anon-tma · 3 months ago

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She told him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within

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Sylvester Villeneuve ~ ♡ ~ He/they

English lit major with a minor in anthropology

Hopeless romantic with a passion for the timeless and the occult

Head of Artifact Storage!

Dating Elias Bouchard 💚

Marked by:

The Lonely

The Flesh

The Dark

The Eye

The Web

The Buried

The Hunt

The End

Tags

Sylvester.txt - rp responses

Sylvester.wav - in character original posts/rp starters

Sylvester.mp4 - answering asks

Filed away - non-rp reblogs My Dearest Jonah - non-rp reblogs related to Elias

Antique eyes - official ship name and rp tag for Sylvester/Elias

Brutal Pipe Murder Polycule - ship name for Sylvester/Elias/Alex

OOC stuff:

Hello!!

Asks are always open and m!anons are welcome

As far as NSFW and romance go, I am open to both, I'd prefer any NSFW not come out of the blue but I can't stop y'all from sending asks (correction: I won't stop y'all)

That being said

Sylvester is now involved with Elias.

So he's not really going to respond to unprompted NSFW (not that he would have before)

And any attempts at flirting will likely be shut down, but he'll be nice about it.

Jokes, suggestive comments/questions, shitposts, teasing, and such are still very much welcome and will still be well recieved.

A backstory is is the works, if/when I get it written out I will link it here, but for now it is slowly being revealed through rps

Last thing I'd like y'all to be considerate about is that the mod has a phobia related to mold, rotten or decaying organic matter, and (to an extent) infection so corruption avatars in particular: if you could just be mindful about that and limit the details when talking about those things I would very much appreciate it <3 I'm ok interacting with them to an extent, but for my own comfort and safety I'd prefer visual description be kept to a minimum

that being said, a pretty neat alternative that I actually love would be fungi! I think fungus/mushrooms could fall under the umbrella of The Corruption, so that's a pretty awesome alternative you could use for mold

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future-of-freedom · 3 months ago

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In the middle of an empty park, a wormhole opened up and soon out came a nervous sungazer lizard. FoF!Trip looked around the area, tapping her fingers together.

"I r-really need to-to stop let-let-ting my curios-sity get the b-be-best of me..." she muttered, "Though...d-d-doesn't seem to be-be anything sp-special here...Weird. These w-w-wormholes usually dro-drop me off right in f-f-f-front of-"

Just then, sneaked around the bushes came a very similar looking lizard ATN!Trip surveyed her surroundings and carefully tiptoed towards a nearby bench, holding a large flat box. Once she sat down she looked around again and then smiled to herself. She opened the box and licked her lip before digging her hand in and tossing a whole donut into her mouth.

FoF!Trip stared at her. More specifically, she stared at her huge, protruding stomach. It looked like she had a balloon hiding under her armor-styled hoodie. It reminded her of Whisper's belly, but seeing on herself was...a little off putting.

After biting into her third donut, ATN!Trip finally spotted her counterpart standing a few feet away.

"Huwwo owher mhe!" she waved, donut sticking out of her mouth.

FOF!Trip looked at her counterpart awkwardly, and waved back. "H-hello...?"

ATN!Trip swallowed her donut as FOF!Trip sat down next to her. "Um... you remember me, right?"

"Oh, n-no, I remember you," FOF!Trip said. "You're the one i-in that p-polycule... I can tell b-because of the hoodie."

ATN!Trip looked at her, pulling out another donut. "What's the problem, then?"

"Th-there's no problem at all!" FOF!Trip answered, waving her hands. "I just don't r-remember you, um..." She was pushing her brain to the limits trying to bring up ATN!Trip's sudden... pudge, without sounding like a complete jerk.

But it seemed that the other sungazer got the message. "...it's my belly, isn't it?"

The thinner sungazer's eyes widened. "N-no! I mean, yes. I-I MEAN-"

"It's okay," ATN!Trip smiled. "To be honest, I didn't even notice it until recently."

FOF!Trip sighed in relief. "...h-how long have you... been l-like that?"

"Since a fiasco involving Blaze's home dimension."

"...hwah?"

"Long story," ATN!Trip said. "Anyway, I was upset with it at first; like, really upset. But it turns out, my girlfriends have no problem with it. Some even flat out admitted they like it..." She blushed at that last part.

That got a laugh out of FOF!Trip.

"Th-that's good to hear," she said. Then she made a mischievous face"...wait, B-Blaze is in your polycule, r-right? That means o-our Blazes have something i-in common..."

"But... you're not chubby," ATN!Trip told her. "And you're not dating Blaze."

"I'm not, b-but my closest f-friend is. That's all I'm g-gonna say."

"What- ...ohhhh!" It suddenly clicked in ATN!Trip's head. "I get your drift."

Both Trips giggled. But it was cut short as a wormhole opened underneath FOF!Trip, and she fell right through it, landing on her rear.

"Owww... s-seriously?!" she yelled, agitated. "We w-weren't done talking!"

Suddenly, she saw something else falling through the hole. She caught it, and found that it was a donut. She looked back up at the hole, and saw her counterpart looking down at her, smiling and waving.

The sungazer smiled and waved back at her as the hole slowly closed. Once it did, she sighed.

I'll get love like she does someday... I hope.

#future of freedom au #all together now!#trip the sungazer

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sparklingsora · 1 year ago

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For the Vee-Swap AU, how does the Vee polycule develop? The polyvee shippers (me) need to know!!

HEHE OK OK SO putting it under cut bc it ended up longer than i anticipated LOL

as you already know, velvox is the established relationship in this au. and as i believe i mentioned before, velvette and val are sinstagram mutuals, it's how val finds out about the hotel. on val's part, falling for velvette isn't really a surprise to him - back when they just knew each other through social media, he already found her attractive, admired her work and they got along well, so all that turning into a full-on crush when he gets to know her better isn't very shocking. his relationship with vox is where it gets interesting, because it starts out rocky. i mentioned before that vox can tell that val's putting on an act. but because vox obv can't relate to val's situation, val just sees it as vox pitying him and refuses his help. a turning point comes in ep 4 - in the swap au, it actually starts raining during loser baby, which results in val getting sick. vox helps him out and they have a tender moment, maybe a little heart-to-heart (its hard to just describe, i will make a comic/ficlet of it at one point so you'll see :3). their relationship starts getting better from that point on, and soon enough val finds himself falling for vox. (it's funny, really - ep 4 in the swap au leads to the bettering of a grand total of 3 relationships: al & val's, vox & val's and indirectly al & vox's. load bearing episode LOL) on vox and velvette's part, well. val is a douche at the start of the story, much like canon!angel, but vox and velvette can both tell that there's a heart of gold in there somewhere. vox because of the aformentioned seeing through val's facade, and velvette because she, in fact, wasn't mutuals with val's official account, but with his art account, where he keeps his identity hidden. he shows his softer side a lot more on there, and so that's mainly the side of him that velvette knew (so now imagine the whiplash when she actually meets him in person and he's an obnoxious jerk LOL) (i dont know if valentino being an artist is actually canon - i read it on the fandom wiki and fandom wikis cant rly be trusted LOL but in any case if its not canon then its a neat hc that i incorporated into swap!val's character) but anyway yeah, vox and velvette both start falling for val as he slowly becomes more true to himself and starts showing that soft side more. eventually the two of them talk about it um. somewhere around ep 6 i think? maybe? somewhere between eps 6 and 7? something like that. anyway. there we get some juicy conflict - they agree that theyre both in love with val and wanna give the whole polyamory thing a try if he's up for it, but while velvette wants to confess as soon as possible (she's scared that one of them might die in the battle), vox wants to wait until after the battle, because the stress levels are high in the hotel right now, and he doesn't want val to feel pressured. during the last night before the battle, in a scene vaguely equivalent to more than anything (reprise), they make up, velvette admits that vox is right, and they decide to confess to val after the extermination. and then yeah they do that (it's one of the 2 things that i'm sure i want to happen at the beginning of season 2), val is like "HELL YEAH I WANNA BE IN A POLYCULE WITH YOU GUYS" and they're a polycule and its awesome :3

#askbox #veeswap au #tysm for the ask!#polyvees

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polaris-stuff · 10 months ago

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Can you rate all Nexus ships?

Anon, you just opened Pandora's box /silly

Nexus x Solar: 10/10. My whole life is dedicated to them. They make me happy every day. I love them, please, I need them to kiss. The way they talk to each other, look at each other, everything is so overflowing with love that it's beautiful. Please, both of them have matching stickers 😭💖 Isn't that love?

Nexus x Dark Sun: 9/10. Please, please, I love to think that their relationship is neither toxic nor healthy, it's a stranger in between where they both have destructive attitudes but help each other. Extra points if Dark Sun starts out uninteresting and slowly falls in love with Nexus and Nexus doesn't notice a thing.

Nexus x Eclipse: 8.5/10, I love it, they both can be so bad for each other but hmmm, then they can kiss and vent together so it's okay. It also works as a kind of exposure therapy for Eclipse.

Nexus x all of the above: 10/10 THE SUPREME POLYCULE

Nexus x Ruin: 8/10, TOXIC TOXIC TOXIC 💥

Nexus x BM: 6/10 It's interesting to think what that relationship would be like, probably something more like Nexus being a replacement for Ruin guiding BM.

Nexus x Lord Eclipse: 7/10 HEAR ME OUT. Lord Eclipse rescuing Nexus in space before Dark Sun can grab him. I'm 100% sure Lord Eclipse would end up resetting him to have another servant BUT HEY, IT WORKED WITH SUN!

Nexus x Monty: 0/10. Burn that thing.

Nexus x Moon: 5/10. Not my cup of tea but oh boy, i have read some really cute things about them

Nexus x KC: 7/10. Big monster x small sunshine but the sunshine is a Moon. So cute in my mind 💖

And I don't remember any more so I guess that's it! 💖✨

#polaris stuffs #tsams #the sun and moon show #non art post #sun and moon show #tsams nexus #sams nexus #sams #tsams ship #sams ship

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indigoire · 4 months ago

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Things I forgot happened in Astielle, since I'm doing a re-read:

Leonas either gave Minona an enchanted hysterectomy or did something surgically magical to stop her having fucked up periods, and honestly I would fall in love with him after that as well

Karzarul finds a book series in Minona's house about a mermaid (in universe called an abysscale) having sexy adventures fucking various pirate men and women. Karzarul becomes incredibly flustered and doesn't let them look at the books, and it's so very obviously true stories about him from the past (and then later in the story we get a flashback to his fuckboy mermaid days).

Minona has calcified teeth from her time as a changeling, and she doesn't get cavities.

Really enjoying this re-read :3 I'm not going to think about the painful bits that I know are coming and instead I'm excitedly anticipating the slowly forming polycule :3

#god the flashback chapters are gonna suuuuuck (in the best way possible but also ouch my heart)#but it's nice to see the trio getting together and learning to coexist and figuring out The Dynamic #Astielle #astielleblogging

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isa-ghost · 1 year ago

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Arre there any hc's that you can give about amfn!phils possession? I gotta say it's one of the coolest possessions I've read

YOU BET YOUR SWEET FUCKING ASS I DO

Me vibrating with self control to avoid spoiling anything that isn't already revealed:

Hope you didn't think you'd be getting any major spoilers for stuff I've yet to reveal >:3c Nice try Sniff.

Also thank you!! Possession is one of my favorite things to write. >:)

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Awake Me From My Nightmare fic

Phil is a prisoner in his own body right now. Ender King is using a couple things in order to keep him suppressed so he can remain in control.

Phil's body is not built to house a god for long periods of time. I've only just started to show it in the beginning of chapter 6, but it will be slowly falling apart at the seams the longer Ender King is in control. :)

To remedy this, he's going to start pounding down gapples like his life depends on it. This will bring back an addiction Phil kicked long ago.

Ender King's possession of Phil physically manifests in equal parts vaguely draconic and enderman traits, all of which are of course purple or black, sometimes teetering on pink like an enderman’s eyes. Tbh I should doodle possessed Phil. Some of my friends have made fanart not too far off if you check my AMFMN tag (and reblog their art)!

From chapter 7 onwards, the polycule and Bagi will be finding traces of evidence suggesting Phil's body is deteriorating the longer it's being possessed. This will include feathers, blood, and belongings.

A few chapters will peek at how Phil's condition is in greater detail. I'm not going to tell you how yet ;) Currently that's planned for Chapter 11, but I might introduce it sooner if I feel it works right.

Like in canon, Phil is inhumanly strong, fast, and powerful while possessed. Case in point: Downing the polycule and breaking their full set of armor with just one hit.

Also hinted at in the start of chapter 6, Phil's body can channel Ender King's magic. Or more accurately, it's being forced to. I'm waiting on more canon lore crumbs from Phil to determine how this might be possible if it isn't just Ender King being like Because I Said So. Predictably, this intensifies the strain Phil's body is being put under, which is damaging him worse and making his body deteriorate faster.

Phil's voice is distorted and demonic sounding, like there's 2 of him speaking. You can distinctly hear his voice as well as Ender King's deeper one layered together. He can also growl and roar like the Ender Dragon.

To purge Ender King from his system, Phil will have to do so physically AND mentally. I will not reveal how that will play out. :) That's late-late game plot.

I WILL say Phil can and will have moments of clarity. Not necessarily in control but not out of it either. It'll be a struggle to speak and move, but it will stop Ender King for very short periods of time. One of my favorite angsty fucked up moments comes as a result of this at the end of Chapter 11. By far my favorite cliffhanger planned.

Phil will have very little if any memory of any time Ender King is in complete control. For example, he does not know he attacked the polycule at Phil y Missa in Chapter 5, nor does he know what the Fuck Ender King did at the start of Chapter 6. Which btw you'll learn what that was in Chapter 7. =)

Phil is completely and utterly corrupted when fully possessed, not just his body outside. Inside too. His blood and tears are tinted purple.

Because Ender King doesn't need to eat, he won't be eating until he chooses to keep Phil's body afloat with gapples. Phil is starving the entire time he's possessed, which Ender King will use to his advantage to better keep Phil smothered. It will also contribute to how fast his body is falling apart.

All damage being taken by his body is only damaging him, not Ender King. He is not only a vessel but a meat shield.

#AMFMN things #philza #q!philza #qsmp philza #qsmp ender king #ender king #qphil headcanons

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snowball-doie · 5 months ago

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haechan was the instigator when it came to the polycule, we've talked about this before... he was in love with sooah since the day he met her, and it broke his heart that she had her eyes on renjun instead. but then it occured to him... why did she have to pick? why did HE have to pick? he wasn't against the idea of being with renjun.... wasn't against the idea of sleeping with him...... the only thing haechan could see as an obstacle was if renjun didn't want to be with him, didn't want to sleep with him, which would've been fair, but haechan wouldn't know unless he tried. so point-blank, he pitched the idea one night. out of the blue, with no head's up-- just as the three of them were sitting on his living room floor, eating convenience store snacks and talking, he asked if they would be down for a threesome. sooah being sooah said yes. but then also, sooah being sooah, she cared more about what renjun thought than anything else, so she immediately back tracked and asked her boyfriend if he was alright with it. "it's okay if you're not. we don't have to do anything." renjun was frozen in place... a threesome... with haechan? of course sooah would be down, they didn't grow up together, but renjun and haechan had known each other since they were kids............ sure, renjun knew that jeno, jaemin, and haechan had done.. things..... he'd caught on pretty fast, and he wasn't oblivious to the way haechan cut things off with nomin once he started chasing sooah. but renjun had never dreamed of doing anything like that before, not until sooah was staring at him, waiting for a response, and haechan was eagerly waiting for permission to start touching sooah after months and months of waiting. "i don't know if i can," renjun said shyly, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. "then we don't have to," sooah said. haechan slumped, disappointed. he was soooo so close, but then the rug was pulled out from beneath him-- "i'm mean, i'm not, like..... i wouldn't say no.... i just..." haechan perked up, "so you'll try?" renjun blushed some more, "soo, i don't know about this." "hey, i mean it, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to." "i want to. i just....." sooah smiled and patted renjun's head lovingly, the way she always did to get him to melt and fall into sub space easily. "do you want to watch first?" renjun nodded, "yeah." "look at me." sooah tilted his head up by pulling on his hair then kissing him passionately for a few seconds while haechan watched intently, his cock hardening in his pants. "i'm yours," she mumbled into renjun's mouth, "and you're mine." renjun moaned in response. she parted from him, "you say the word and we'll stop, i promise." he believed her, so he nodded then watched in a daze as sooah crawled over to haechan before settling on her knees in front of him. "if he says we're done, then we're done." "deal," haechan replied.

his relief was obvious was sooah began kissing him. the way his eyes fell shut and he moaned into her mouth, savoring the taste of the ice cream she had bought at the convenience store mixed with the taste of renjun's coffee that she'd bought for him. haechan was on cloud nine the entire time. being kissed, being pushed down onto the floor, being stripped naked by sooah who immediately got to work sucking him off while renjun continued to watch. "touch yourself, xiǎo húlí," she told renjun afer noticing how hard he was. so he did. he slowly jerked himself off while sooah got haechan to the edge, and right as he was about to cum in her mouth, she pulled away. renjun stopped at the same time. he was a good boy, afterall, he'd never dream of cumming without her permission-- that was a lesson that haechan would quickly have to learn. "noona, please," haechan begged from the floor, his cock dripping pre-cum, his face so flushed that he felt like he couldn't even keep his eyes open. "all i've done is suck you off and you already look so fucked out. have you wanted me that badly, hyuck?" "yes....... please..." "renjun, come here." warily, renjun crawled forward with his gaze flicking between his girlfriend and one of his oldest friends. "we're still good?" she asked. renjun nodded. "are you fine with letting him fuck me?" haechan's eyes rolled to the back of his head as the euphoric thought of being inside of her for the first time hitting him like a truck; meanwhile renjun considered the thought of what it would be like to see sooah being pleased by someone other than him. part of him was jealous... most of him was oddly intrigued. he figured he must have been an idiot after he nodded but asked that haechan at least wear a condom. "attaboy," sooah complimented with a smile-- at the time, no one had any clue that their threesome would result in a life-long relationship, so the fact that it felt like a one-off threesome meant that sooah would never in a million years let haechan inside of her unprotected. at the time, the only person to have earned that right was renjun. the fact that he knew that, but also the fact that he was posessive just enough to also demand it, made sooah's heart swell with love and pride. "watch closely," she told him.

renjun was right beside sooah once they made it to the bedroom so haechan could comfortably lay her down beneath him before he settled between her legs and prodded his tip at her wet entrance. he took a moment to remember what life was like before fucking the girl of his dreams. lonely. pathetic. boring. but then when he pushed into her, he felt his entire world flip upside down, and suddenly he couldn't remember what life was like moments prior. she was everything he imagined and more. and for sooah, she was surprised. renjun didn't have a lot of confidence when they fucked- and that was on purpose since he was her submissive, so he listened well, he fucked her how she wanted, he only ever did anything she said. but haechan... he did what he wanted. sure, he listened to the way sooah begged him to go faster or harder, but the confidence he had was leagues above what renjun had. that damn smirk on his face said it all. "noona," renjun croaked. he was pouting at her with his cock still straining and pre-cum dripping onto her stomach. he was looking for her attention, for her help, but much to the boys' surprise, she told haechan to stop so that she had enough space to flip them over in order to sit on his lap before she told him, "suck off your hyung." haechan's eyes shot open wide. renjun's mouth fall agape. "is that okay?" she asked renjun. "y-yeah--" timidly, renjun held his cock in front of haechan's face... at the same time that hyuck cautiously wrapped his mouth around renjun's length, sooah sat down on haechan's cock. both of the boys moaned in unison. "is his mouth warm?" "y-yes, n-n-noona." "look at me, baby." renjun's eyelids looked heavy as he stared at her with his tip hitting the back of haechan's throat. "you can only cum in his mouth." renjun moaned and fell forward a bit, his hands reaching to grab ahold of haechan's brown curls so he had some kind of stability as the reality struck him. haechan was in heaven. the girl of his dreams was riding him... his favorite hyung was above him, moaning his name, begging for more... he was suddenly proud of himself for asking for a threesome. when renjun eventually approached his orgasm, he led by example, immediately asking his noona for permission to cum. "hold it." the whine he let out was so pretty, sooah couldn't help but chuckle. "you close, hyuck?" haechan nodded with renjun still desperately fucking his face. he tried to follow renjun's lead by also asking for permission, but his mouth was otherwise preoccupied-- however, sooah appreciated the effort, so she told them both to cum. renjun kissed sooah as his climax washed over him. his body shivered like he'd been left in the cold too long. his hands tugged on haechan's curls. the taste of renjun's cum and having his hair pulled was enough to send haechan over the edge too, his hips bucking up into sooah as he filled up the condom.

renjun's always the type to get sleepy after he cums. sooah's really, really good about looking after him once they're done. so the second he slumped onto the bed with an exhausted sigh and his eyes crossed, she slid off of haechan's lap and covered renjun with a nearby blanket. haechan, on the other hand, has energy once he's done. he sat up, peeled the condom off his dick and threw it in the trash, then went to get water for the three of them. sooah made sure renjun drank at least half of his bottle before he fell asleep curled up on his lap. haechan laughed, "does he always fall asleep so quickly?" "yes." "that means he's comfortable with you, then." sooah smiled and nodded. "was it okay for you?" he laughed, "better than okay. can we... do it again sometime?"

and of course one more time turned into two.. then three...... then eventually they never stopped.

#op #sooah thoughts #renjun #haechan

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kakusu-shipping · 1 year ago

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I was the sadistic po3 ask and you are so right. I honestly hadn't thought about it for very long its the vibe he gives off initially but the more I think on it the more I realize hes the type to fall little by little and then all at once. The type to call you an idiot and give you advice in the same statement, to notice immediately when you change your hair style or a new shirt. The moment he realizes hes the type to do the oh. oh. oh no. Like thats his vibe. hes a dick but a loving one.

Okay FIRST OF ALL anon that post is almost two years old at this point so. Welcome back. I'm sorry I was so harsh to your Sadistic Yandere P03 concept.

SECOND P03 acts of service Tsundere type is so funny I love that for him. He will deny he did that for you, or if he accepts it he expects gratitude of the highest caliber.

This doesn't feel very Yandere to me though this is very base P03 affection to me. But that's because to me P03 is the least Yandere out of the Scrybes.. and I think that's why the polycule broke up before you arrived??

He was the object of their obsessions, and it was smothering and toxic and terrifying. He hated it, he was scared, he was cadged, he could never do anything on his own or go anywhere without checking in on someone. He never had his own space, never had control...

Yandere P03 would then push that cycle of abuse onto you, take control from you, not forcefully, but just a little bit at a time. Manipulate your space slowly so you have fewer and fewer options on where to go, like shortening a leash on a dog. It takes time. It takes routine.

This though, the acts of service and catering to your comfort, is Post Recovery P03. A P03 who's had time, a LOT of time, to himself, to his space, and found loneliness. He wants you to want to come back, because deep down he needs you, but doesn't want to admit that, because to him it's wrong to need someone. It hits too close to home, make him feel too much like the other scrybes.

He'll give you reasons to want to come back, and it'll remind him of how Grimora would always lend him things so he'd have reason to return. How she'd gift him everything he'd wanted so he'd come back, how she'd loose several matches in a row, and only win the one he'd said was his last game, so he'd stay and challenge her to a rematch

He'll follow on your heel as you wander around his factory because it's dangerous and maze like, and it'll remind him of the feeling of being followed, of being watched, by Magnificus everywhere he went. The suffocating feeling of never being anywhere alone, of eyes that saw his every possible future always on him. He'll deny his affections to you and remind himself of Magnificus doing the same when he'd stumbled into a room covered wall to wall in paintings of himself, in situations he knew Magnificus was not with him

He'll spend time tailoring his game to your play style, making sure cards you like are more plentiful, making sure the puzzles are engaging and challenging, and he'll remind himself of Leshy, the worst of them all, and that cabin full of intrigue. Of story and hard fights and difficult puzzles and nights of "Just one more round" turned three and four. When he floats just above you to feel superior he'll be reminded of the wall that use to be a door that he'd pressed himself against Leshy towered above him, a man who'd say one thing and feel another, who'd played the hero over and over in their games, and revealed himself the villain when P03 attempted to leave

He doesn't want to need you in the same way the other Scrybes had needed him

#Emile's Writing #Ask to tag #P03 X Reader #PO3 X Reader #Yandere #Mentioned anyway and discussed but not really the main point I guess #Well I mean kind of actually #Inscryption X Reader #GN!reader #Post Yandere Polycule P03 is probably my favorite way to write him #He was the object of their affection and he got away but not unscathed #Mags can be really fucked up if you really sit on his concepts for long enough #God. GOD.#TWO YEARS.#It's been two years huh I haven't touched much Inscryption X Reader sense then #You caught me on a Yandere kick again anon #I don't know where you've been for 2 years but glad to see you #Sorry I shut down you Sadistic Yandere idea so quick I was not jiving with it back then #And idk I have a VERY specific take on P03 #He just got out of a very toxic relationship give him some space #He needs you he doesn't want to need you but he needs you #He just needs some time to learn that it's okay to need someone...

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deeplyridiculouslyinlove · 1 year ago

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Ranking Wheel of Time Characters and their Narrative Arcs

I've been thinking about a post like this since probably book 8, so here we go. My ranking of the arcs of the major characters in the Wheel of Time book series, and separately my ranking of those actual characters (because they are not the same!!)

Arcs:

Nynaeve

I could say a literally never-ending amount of things about my darling Nynaeve. I think she has the most internal development of any character in the series, which makes her feel especially human to me. Getting to watch her learn that her anger is rooted in fear and a lack of control and to confront that was so powerful and it felt very real. Watching her grow from hating Moiraine to standing beside Moiraine at the end with Rand made me so emotional. And speaking of Rand, it was so nice to have one of the original Emonds Fielders with him in the later books to witness his descent--I think it added depth and believability both to her character and her position having cared for the younger ones when they were kids, and also really helped humanize Rand. While I tend to think Nynaeve's relationship with Lan is really random since they barely speak to each other when they fall over their skis in love with one another (apparently), by the end of the books I'd accepted it and it also made me emotional when she went behind Lan's back to find all the other Malkieris to ride into battle with him. I just feel really proud of Nynaeve and want the world for her and I'm glad that she was given a real growth arc the series.

2. Mat

So I grew from thinking Mat was a bit annoying and childish, to finding him fine as a character but listening to his chapters at 1.6 speed because I didn't care about carousing at inns or random bands of fighters, to having his chapters be my favorite. And I think that's because Mat really evolves throughout the series in a way that still feels very believable and true to the same person/character. He's is written so well as a character learning lessons while staying true to the core of who he was in the first book. I felt a lot of pride for Mat when he rescued Moiraine, and although I saw some chatter by folks on the internet that they'd be fine if the Daughter of the Nine Moons thing doesn't happen in the show, I actually really liked his relationship with Tuon because it was one of the few relationships we saw actually build and develop slowly. Despite being a fated relationship, they also spend time together and develop a rapport. It was a fated marriage not fated love, and I thought that worked much better than the fated loves of Rand’s polycule. I also liked that Mat and Tuan's relationship had some ambiguity until the end; although they clearly cared for one another, we never saw them come to really understand one another, which felt authentic to the situation they were in. Mat is also one of the very few men in these books who actually recognizes that there are things he doesn't know and doesn't need to be involved in, and I appreciate that from a male character in what ultimately remains a pretty patriarchal world despite RJ's structural changes to society (I can back up this statement about patriarchy, but that is a whole separate post). I think this is likely at least in part because Mat doesn't engage with the Power, which is the part of the books that most upholds patriarchal stereotypes and values. Now I'm rambling about Mat more than his arc, but I think he both has a lot of depth and grows internally in significant ways and I really appreciate it!

3. Aviendha

I love Aviendha as a character, and I think her arc is another really good example of slow internal growth. We see get to see her go from Maiden to Wise One to the person who discovers the new message hidden in Rhuidian and what that means for her entire people. We see her struggle with what it means to have left the Waste and what she feels is right for the future. And all of this without that many point-of-view chapters compared to other characters! Aviendha's relationship with Rand also feels the most authentic to me of any of his three women. We actually get to see their dynamic build and see them spending time together, it’s not just like “oh I’m fated to love him!” They also spend time apart and Aviendha doesn't spend that time pining over him, but rather focused on her own goals and the bigger picture. From the narrative, I get why they like each other and also why they are a good match for each other. I don't love her getting injured in the way she does at the Last Battle because I'm not really sure what purpose it serves (I guess it's the ultimate sacrifice for an Aiel to not be able to walk or fight?), but if my biggest qualm with her arc is only at the very end, I'll still rank it quite high.

4. Egwene

When I started reading the books and talking to friends about the gender dynamics in them and the female characters, so many of them mentioned how Egwene gets one of the best arcs in the series. And while I don't disagree with that (I have her ranked in the top 5 still!), I think the fact that Egwene is not a ta'veren in the series really hurts her arc in the later books. Once she's Amyrlin, and particularly once she goes back to the tower as Amyrlin, I feel like she starts to get plot armor that detracts from her actual development. All she has to do is talk and people are completely swayed to her side in a way that I think sort of stunts her internal growth. I loved her time with the Wise Ones in the Waste and with the Aiel and I think it really showcased her eagerness and dedication in a way I related to, and it made her growth in Tel'aran'rhiod and becoming the Amyrlin feel really deserved. Her ending was tragic and powerful and somehow it both doesn't feel like what she deserved but also feels like it lives up to Egwene and I feel really conflicted about it!! I'm was very meh on the Gawyn stuff, since I don't think it really added anything and he's a bit of a downer of a character--honestly, Egwene is the character in the books I most wish had just not had to have a romantic relationship. That said, unlike a lot of other relationships in the seires, we at least see Egwene's feelings for Gawyn develop over time in the dream world so it wasn't as frustrating for me as some other characters' romantic arcs.

5. Rand

For me Rand's and Egwene's arcs are really really close in terms of how much I like them, but I think there are things missing in the execution of Rand's arc that make it a bit lower for me--had it been done slightly better (from my perspective) I think it would have edged out Egwene. I really *want* to empathize with Rand starting around book 11 when his PTSD and the weight of everything else he’s carrying really starts to impact him. But because he spent the first five books whining about how everyone is trying to use him as a puppet (and particularly suspecting literally any woman with power before he had been given any reason to do so), his later arc doesn’t lead well into him then being someone you’re supposed to empathize with in my opinion. Particularly because his whole arc in the later books is about love and compassion, but I don't feel like we get that from him in the early books? I find it very confusing. I think for that progression to work we really needed a part of his arc where trusting and/or showing compassion to someone leads to serious harm, then he turns hard, and then he remembers the need for compassion. Maybe I’ve just forgotten it but I really can’t think of anything at all like that first step in the books? He distrusts the people who eventually hurt him? And things generally work out for him, even though he’s struggling internally? Anyway, this rating is higher than it otherwise would be because of how much I *want* it to work because having a chosen one who so clearly struggles with the weight that destiny places on him is interesting and the madness angle is also interesting to me. Oh also, I think Rand should have actually died at the end and that not doing so makes his arc more boring, sorryyyyy.

6. Faile

Faile is another character I really wanted more for. I hated the weird dynamics in her relationship with Perrin, but I could have liked them together without the physical abuse and if the power dynamics had felt more consensual and didn't have this whole element of her expecting Perrin to behave towards her in a way that he clearly didn't want to. Her being the lady to his lord was cute! I also liked Faile's progression from being a Hunter of the Horn to guarding the horn at the end. I like how self suffiicient she was and how she was able to find a way to combine what she was born for/raised for and what her parents wanted for her (being a noblewoman) with what she wanted (adventure and love).

7. Perrin

I have very few real issues with Perrin's arc and I’m sure other people liked it a lot. My ranking it relatively low is much more that it bored me and I left the series unsure of what it was trying to say than it being a bad arc or doing Perrin a disservice. I hated Perrin's relationship with Faile, and I hated that I hated it because (as discussed above) I think it had a lot of potential. Like Mat, I appreciated that Perrin did not think he needed to be involved in everything nor that he was always right, and I found his growth from boy to man quite believable and that it took place over the course of the books in a way that was well-constructed. I found the whole question of hammer vs axe and his contemplation of the Way of the Leaf to be really interesting! But I'm not sure I fully grasped the resolution of that debate and what the entire focus on it in the narrative was trying to say. And I feel the same about his struggle with the wolf side of him. Is the point just that violence is sometimes needed? And/or that it eats us up from inside? (But also that we have to accept that?)

8. Elayne

I want to do my best to separate Elayne from her arc, since I personally don't love her character for reasons purely of personal preference. I think the reasons her arc specifically is lower for me is that I feel like we don't get to see her growing into being a queen, since one of her primary character traits is that she is already so royal when they all meet her. I think the decision to have her win her crown in Caemlyn with a battle where they just snuck up behind the other forces was a weak one -- why couldn't they have defeated these people before if it was that easy? I also don't love that she gets no time to like learn how to be a queen before she is more focused on becoming a mother. The whole pregnancy arc doesn't sit quite right with me. She sleeps with Rand literally once and it's basically just to get pregnant? But this just builds off of what I dislike about how she just decides she's in love with Rand one day because she is fated to be. Give me the scene where they bond over war strategy and thinking like rulers like six books earlier instead of in the last book! It also seems like there's no reason she and Aviendha couldn't have become friends before realizing they both liked Rand instead of because they are forced into proximity by that fact, and I also feel like she and Rand should have spent actual time together before falling for each other--to my mind the way her part of the polycule goes down weakens Elayne's relationships with both Aviendha and Rand, which otherwise could have been interesting.

9. Moiraine

I have far too much to say about my baby Moiraine. I'm including New Spring in these arcs, and reading that made me want to reread the whole series in a new light. I love her. I love her I love her I love her. And to me New Spring makes her arc in the main series both more powerful and more tragic. Seeing in New Spring just how determined she is and also how much self-doubt she carries and how much her Aes Sedai serenity of the later books is disguising inner turmoil is so rewarding. I wish we had gotten to see so so much more of it. I know that she has to be mysterious to our main characters, but I don't think she has to be mysterious to the readers, particularly once we are more than a few books into a fourteen book series. To that end, I know why she had to go away (she is the Merlin character after all!), but I wish she had come back a few book sooner and we could have seen literally any interiority about reckoning with her time in the Tower of Ghenjei. The Moiraine in New Spring would have been going CRAZY both leading up to knowing she had to go through that archway and while stuck in the tower--even if she was being tortured, which she also would have withstood for a while. The fact that she couldn't take action that it was such a passive way of supporting Rand and his mission would have killed her, but also she would have been so very resolute, and I wish we could have seen that more. Instead, she just like shows up right before the last battle, speaks her piece, goes to help Rand (presumably thinking she's going to die??), and we see none of it from her POV! She never sees Siuan again and because we can't see into her mind that's just like...chill?? And obviously I hate the book pairing her with Thom, particularly her *offering to give up her abilities* for him. I see what it adds for his character arc, but what does it add for hers? Plus there is literally no reason to remove her powers and give her that powerful ter'angreal instead. That's just RJ's obsession with disempowering women and I despise it.

10. Siuan

Oh Siuan. My other baby Siuan. I'm only ranking her arc this high because I think it had a lot of potential to be telling an interesting story, but I think her ending was so horrible I can barely think about it. There was so much potential here to be telling a story about how you can have power and influence and be important even if you are less powerful and that the strength to manipulate and steamroll people is not the only way to make a difference, but I feel like this would have been a much more interesting message if she was the only (or one of the few) powerful women to get knocked down like this rather than it happening to literally every woman with power at the beginning of the series in one way or another. I particularly hated that with Siuan they did this knocking her down a peg in a way that made her younger and pretty for an old man (when she was only like 40 in the first place I might add!)--and she also started acting younger in a way that felt strange. I liked her teaching Egwene, but why couldn't she have some of the teacher vibes Moiraine did? And the way she dies with no one noticing or caring and it making basically no difference to the plot is so horrible. And, I'm sorry, it's not what the character deserved. Nor was it in line with the message I thought her arc was trying to send about the ability to have an impact no matter how unpowerful in traditional ways. And it happens because she doesn't stay with a man?!?! No one even knows she mattered after she was deposed and it’s all so unfair.

11. Lan

I feel like Lan doesn't really grow that much as a character since he spends the entire series basically just expecting to die in various ways at different times. Even with New Spring I don't feel like we get a good sense of what his character is meant to be doing besides impacting other characters in the series. I am not against his relationship with Nynaeve, but I don't think the books flesh it out very well. And I'm still mad he ends the series mad at Moiraine--where is their New Spring dynamic of him vibing with her even when he's annoyed with her? Obviously his leading the Malkieri into the blight really hit me in the feels and was a great culmination of his plight, however, which is why I still think the arc deserves an honorable mention.

12. Thom

Thom's arc is basically just from hating Aes Sedai to marrying Moiraine, and getting continually paired with weirdly young women. I guess he learns to overcome prejudice based on his nephew's death? I do like the role he plays with Rand and Mat and their respective character development as they grow up from the Two Rivers to adventurers, but I'm not sure that's really his arc or development. But for that I'm giving him a higher ranking than his Moiraine arc alone deserves.

13. Tuan

I don't think think Tuan gets that much of an arc. While she becomes Empress, she doesn't seem to grow or change her mind on things during the series, and mostly she puts aside things she doesn't like very much with intentions of dealing with them later. BUT I like how her and Mat challenge each other and engage with each other, and I think the internal growth is somewhat implied or is something that would have happened if we had had more time with her. I wish the entire Seanchan plot was more resolved at series end, but that's not specific to Tuan.

14. Loial

This may be controversial, but I don't like Loial's arc very much! I don't think he needed to get married! I'm glad he seems happy about it in the end, but it feels unnecessary. I loved him adventuring and writing his book and being sort of childlike in a really endearing way, but everything with his mom and with Erith took him out of the story for a long time and seemed to be sending the message that ultimately everyone wants to settle down. Let him explore and write his book and be a late bloomer! Idk.

15. Min

I am ranking Min even below the characters that only have a fraction of an arc because I loved Min so much in the earlier books and I hate the way the series treated her subsequently. When we first meet her she is determined to be fully herself, despite a talent that makes her stand out and a personality inclined against confrontation. She's brave and interesting! I hated watching her become more ladylike for Rand, and for a while essentially being absolutely nothing more than a lover and comfort for Rand. I really wish we had had more lingering payoff for the many books that Min was reading and trying to parse out what the prophecies meant, but it felt like Cadsuane was basically like "yes I agree" and then...it was no longer about Min having figured it out?

And just for fun, here would be my list of these same characters from ones I like most to ones I like least (although I like them all tbh!!)

Characters:

Moiraine (main trilogy + new spring)

Nynaeve

Egwene

Moiraine (main trilogy only)

Aviendha

Mat

Siuan (main trilogy AND main trilogy + new spring)

Loial

Rand

Lan (main trilogy + new spring)

Perrin

Lan (main trilogy only)

Faile

Elayne

Tuan

Thom

#no one asked for this but here we are!#sorry if your fave isn't here I literally just picked the people I thought had significant character arcs #plus a few folks we spent a lot of time with so it felt necessary I guess #I feel like I got grumpy in a lot of my reviews but I actually really like the characters and putting them in order was really hard!!#I just wished for more for many of them because they deserved better #narratively speaking #wot book spoilers #wheel of time

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