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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲

Warnings // Post partum depression behavior, Violence mention, Neglectful parent, Loss.

Word count // 1.5k

Notes // This is series and it's a fanfic of the Witcher. Any suggestions would be lovely

Other platforms // Wattpad

Prologue

Her father, Zyire - was dead, she learned that early on. But she was always told stories about him, he was an Azaila. The last of his kind, her mom always told her that he was special. That he was different from his clan, that he wanted to leave and get away from the rules they had.

Izel and the nomad met when his tribe had moved on the shoreline of Hamim near the Skellige Islands where the sirens lived in the surrounding waters. It was night when they were both walking on the shallow end of the water where the water met the shore.

They talked for hours each night telling each other their biggest secrets and fears. How she felt forced to carry on burdens carried down from generation to generation, family expectations that were impossible to meet. How she grew up in the shadow of a legacy being built by her brothers

And how he was suffocated, his parents always telling him falling in love was reckless and was only ending up going to hurt him and whoever he fell in love with but he didn’t care. He was the outcast around his people.

They didn't stay anywhere long enough for him to even find out what love felt like, he was born into an emotionless  society where it was easier to isolate yourself from your child than love them.

Izel and Zyire found out they were expecting a child three months into his clan being there. It was scary, they knew their people wouldn't accept their child. They’d be perceived as an abomination a cross between two almost extinct species

They were planning to leave together towards the North sea. The plans were made and two days before they had planned to leave the Nilfgaardians attacked, nobody survived. Most of the remaining Azalia’s were elders and too deteriorated in health to stand a chance at fighting back against the Nilfgaard army.

Izel heard the screams and cries of her lover's people, she tried to help them but was held back by her father, and elder brother who looked at her with pity and anger. Angry that she chose an outsider rather than one of them. But pity that her lover and his people were getting slaughtered on the land above them.

Izel had no one when she gave birth to Isla. Not because people abandoned her but because she abandoned them. Things were different after Zyire was killed, the joy she once felt turned to sickening sadness. So suffocating it affected her reality. 

Isla was born a couple months after the massacre, in the tide pool of the cave where her fathers clan was. The first thing she heard when she came out of her mothers womb was the waves crashing against the nearby rocks, and the echo of them within the cave walls. Opening her eyes all she saw was murky water, not just from the disturbed ocean ground but because of the blood discharged from her mother.

The first thing she felt was her mothers skin on hers as she was gently lifted out of the water, it felt hauntingly hollow though. There wasn't any warmth, it felt like being held by shivering porcelain. Her cries started abruptly scaring her mother and shaking her out of her dazed state of mind. 

Izel got up from the edge of the tide pool and walked deeper in the cave, finding a discarded bloodied blanket haphazardly thrown in the midst of battle. Wrapping it around the two she leaned against the cave walls trying to drown out her daughter's cries by retreating in her mind.

She couldn’t even look at her, she had her fathers eyes- the softest of blue and silver. She should feel something towards her, towards her beautiful baby girl. She was hers, but she was supposed to be theirs. It was like inside her mind she was searching every crevice of her heart to find anything, love, joy, a void being filled? Nothing.

Her screams have fizzled by now, finding her mothers naked breast and suckling on it. Her gums pulling at the flesh, feeding, thirsting for all that her mother could give her. Izel let out a sharp hiss at the pain, finally looking down at the babe in her arms.

Their eyes locked and it felt like staring at a stranger. They sat there in the silent cave, soft waves echoing. A figure emerged from the water hours later- the sun peaking from the sky, the person slowly walking toward the pair before stopping and crouching down in front of them.

Isla grew up unwanted by her mother, she knew it was because she was a reminder of the endless abyss her mother was drowning in since the death of her father. She knew it was because she had her fathers eyes, but a deep rich skin tone, a mixture of both of them that seemed to catch the moonlight just right.

She tried to make friends but everyone seemed wary of her, the abomination, the unwanted one, the cross breed. So she would start going out near the edge of the boundaries, watching the wooden ships pass by, nobody ever noticed she was gone. They didn’t even notice when she was there.

Sometimes she’d crave affection, something that wasn’t guarded by coldness and pain. To be held and feel safe to speak and be heard. For someone to actually look her in the eyes and see her as her own person, not as a shadow of someone who once was.

Lately at the boundaries, more ships had been gathering. And it was only a matter of time till something happened. The people on land were  clearing out species that posed a threat to kingdoms. It happened on the night of her seventh birthday, the day haunted by unwanted ness turned into a day haunted by a mass murder

One night a scream rose her from her sleep, she heard the frantic swimming before she saw anything. Coming out of the underwater cove she had slept in she saw the chaos around her. Spears flying through the water, piecing a bystander trying to swim away.

Fear shot through her like lightning piercing the ground. She saw the elders gathering trying to get people to safety but with panic flooding their veins they chose to run.

A net splayed out from above the water sinking down quickly. Hands pushed her quickly away from the intricately woven fibers that sought out to trap them in its grasp.

Blood merged with the already murky water making it like a fog hard to see through, the seaweed providing no help of sight.

She looked up at the hands that firmly pushed her away and saw her mother looking down at her , assessing her face and body  as if searching for any marks.

She finally let out a shaky exhale that rattled her gills, looking around her surroundings and back towards her daughter. Izel silently felt her heart break, knowing another piece of her heart was slipping away.

‘You have to run, and go to the cave’ Her mothers voice echoed in her daughter's mind causing her frantic eyes to retreat back to her face.

‘You have to go’ She started pushing her away but she tried to stay firm in her position ‘What abou-’ her message was cut off by her mother.

‘Do not worry about me nor anyone else. Do not die a martyr for people who hurt you, when you can live to be a survivor.'

Her mother pushed her away one last time forcefully, without looking back she left with the elders navigating through the thick sea plants that cover the sea floor.

Silently praying and hoping her daughter would not die a martyr, but find her solace and live to fulfill what the spirits had planned for her.

Isla was still for a moment, a sharp scream piercing the mental state she was in. Her breath picked up her gills and chest heaving up and down, turning her head up she saw a ship blocking her view of the sky.

At that moment she decided to go to the cave, a place where the walls were a picture of the massacre that took place there. Taking off- her  throat tightened in worry, pleading with herself not to look back. Reaching the caves opening the cold air crashes against her now vanishing scales, her unclothed body shivering at the new temperature. Looking around the dark cave her eyes caught a discarded scrap of blanket fabric.

Dirty and Bloodied but covered her, she quickly crouched in a corner allowing the wall to shield her back. Isla knew that there would be a chance they would rave the clan, for anyone who escaped.

By the time her breath had steadied it was time to go. Stepping onto the sand her body tense as she clutches the blanket around her body, the fabric ghosting over the back of her knees.

She carefully slipped into the darkness of the nearby woods. Running towards anything, any place, any protection, any escape.

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Why is it everytime we ship Bonnie with someone, other mfs wanna tell us that we’re wrong???

No one shares their opinions when someone ships Klaroline, or even Steferine.

Literally, everytime someone post an edit of Bamon on tiktok, and just says they are cute together, there’s always a handful of people that says:

“I like their FRIENDSHIP.”

“I don’t ship them romantically.”

It’s almost as if no one fucking asked.

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𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐜

Warnings // Slightly toxic - Mentions of fighting - Underage smoking

Word count // 1.93k

Notes // This one show was made a while ago while I was up at 3am and I'm just posting it because I didn't want it to collect dust in my google docs

Other platforms // Wattpad : tranquilheart

Third person pov 

The music was blasting and all throughout the house you could feel the vibrations of the beat drops. The house was packed, so much so that a lot of people relocated outside near the pool but the house was still full.

Xena and her friends pulled up in front of the gated driveway, thankfully one of her friends had decided to get an uber so nobody had to worry about their cars getting towed for parking illegally. Xena looked at Rick their uber driver and thanked him before smiling and hopping out the car with her friends.

She felt a vibration in her jacket pocket so she pulled out her phone and saw texts from her other friends asking if she and the others were there. She didn't respond but instead walked through the throng of people and cars in the driveway and walked through the door of the house.

She followed her friends through the house looking at the familiar halls and making eye contact with someone standing on the stairs. She smiled at him and waved slightly, wiggling her fingers. He looked at her with wide eyes before doing a slight head nod in her direction as he turned the corner.

Xena walked in the living room where she saw all her friends sitting, she hugged all of them smiling and laughing and she was pulled into a group hug. “You're actually back” one her friends Alice smiled at her pulling back from the group hug.

“I know it’s actually crazy! But I'm happy to be back.”  She said, releasing a big sigh and letting her eyes wander around the room looking for someone.  She sat down with her friends pulling out a pre rolled blunt from her purse along with a lighter and lighting it up.

She took a hit holding the smoke in from a minute before releasing it out her slightly open mouth. Xena missed this, hanging out with her friends. It had been so long since she’d been back and it felt good being home.

She sat there for a couple more minutes catching up with her friends and talking about what she was doing in California and what her friends were doing back here. Everything was so chill even with the massive amount of people and the flashing lights and people using the living room as a makeshift dance floor but maybe it felt like that cause she was high

Looking over at her friends she made eye contact with Alice and saw her motion for the kitchen. She looked over and saw the kitchen piled with people, messy with bottles of alcohol and red solo cups scattered all around the normally clean counter.

Xena got up along with Alice, putting her phone in her leather jacket pocket and sipping it up slightly to secure it. She took another hit of her blunt before passing it to her friend and slightly walking away looking at her friends “I’m gonna get a drink, I’ll be right back”

One of her friends JJ looked at her curiously “You need someone to go with you guys or you good?” He prepared to get up but she put a hand on her shoulder slightly pushing him down. “No it’s okay, me and Alice can go alone ” Was the last thing Xena said while walking away through the archway of the kitchen with Alice following behind her.

The sounds of her friends' voices got drowned out as she walked deeper in the crowd towards the island counter with drinks. She grabbed one of the red solo cups walking to the fridge and filling it up with water. 

She looked up and saw someone standing near the open french doors, hands in pockets looking outside. And for a split second her breath faltered and her heart started beating faster, she expected to see him but didn't expect it to be this soon

She stared at him for a second assessing his profile. He looked taller leaning against the open french door, and he grew his hair out a little more, his jawline sharper.

Jeremiah had stood leaning against the french doors that lead to the backyard, he had left his friends in the dining room playing beer pong. After a while he had gotten bored and said he needed some fresh air.

He looked around the backyard and saw belly hanging out with Taylor and some other group of people. They locked eyes and smiled at each other, no matter how old they were, belly had always ignited a feeling in him. It made him feel happy and like there should be a smile permanently on his face.

He felt eyes on him and turned his gaze away from Belly and towards the kitchen,  he saw her standing there. He thought she was in California, he had heard that her mom moved them away because she got a better job opportunity. 

Jeremiah and Xena never had a perfect relationship. They were always off and on and had trust issues with each other, but they always loved each other. It was kind of like an unspoken thing that if you saw them together after them ignoring each other for a good week just don’t talk about it.

One thing that they never lacked though, was passion. Whenever Jere was with her it was like this whole different feeling would take over his body, it was like he was on fire and she was the water to put him out. 

Whenever Xena was with him it was like she was drowning and he had been the only one to jump in to save her while everyone else just watched. They breathed life back into each other.

 Things were always rocky, like there were certain things they couldn’t talk about or else it would spark an argument. So many times they had broken each other, but they were the only ones who they trusted to put them back together.

The day before Xena left for California she came over to Jere’s house and they sat down to talk, like actually talk. All the things they kept bottled up they let it out and while there was a lot of crying on both ends they ended on a cliff note of sorts.

Neither wanted to let each other go but in a way they did, but a part of them always knew they would always find a way to come back to each other. And while they were apart it seemed distance made the heart go fonder.

All Jeremiah could see when he closed his eyes was her, in his dreams he could’ve sworn he could feel her, hear her laugh. He was addicted to her and missed they feeling he felt whenever he was near her.

She put her cup down and walked up to him slightly smiling, her leather jacket had fallen off her shoulders and was now being held up by her arms. Xena stood in front of him smooth dark skin glowing from the lights and lip gloss shining.

“Your back” Seemed to be the only thing he could manage out, she looked up at him slightly nodding, smiling and adjusting her jacket after the breeze picked up. “For good?” He asked her, trying not to fully look her in the eyes, because if he did he was a goner.

“Yeah, for good. My moms old job offered her a raise to come back” Xena leaned against the other half of the french door across from him that was closed. 

 "I missed you, you know? ”She says quietly, but everything around them seemed muted and like they were the only people there. “I missed you too” He sighed, turning his head and looking towards the sky.

She lifts her hand to caress his face, guiding his head so his eyes can meet her. His skin soft under her fingers, slightly stroking his jaw. His tongue peaks out to lick his lips causing her eyes to flicker down and catch the motion.

“Did you really?” She whispers, only loud enough for him to hear as she locks eyes with him. Eyelashes fluttered as the sound around them began to fade and the only noise was the sound of their breathing.

“Yeah” he whispers back, getting lost in her near black eyes. He swore she could see through him with those eyes, and knew what he was thinking just by one glance.

Her hand moves from his jaw to the back of his head bringing her other arm along with her, hand slightly playing with his hair. His jaw tightens at the motion leaning forward in her arms and wrapping his around her waist, bringing her closer and pressing her body against his.

Xena's breath hitches, feeling the ghost of his lips over hers. Before she can even stop herself she leans in on her tippy toes and presses her lips to his, a soft moan of content slipping out of her. She pulls away slightly, landing back on the heels of her feet and looking at him for any sign of anything.

He hand makes its way to her neck tightening his hold and using his thumb to softly touch her pulse while the other moves to wrap around her hip pulling her in closer causing her to shiver slightly. Xena moves her hand from his hair down to his clothed chest, lightly dragging her nail down his stomach making the muscle tense tighten and flex.

She smiles, biting her lip and leaning her head back slightly to look up at him slightly leaning closer and moving her hand that was on his stomach to the waistband of his swim shorts . ‘We shouldn’t do this’ They thing but they both know it's gonna happen either way… it always does

Whenever they’re together it's like something ignites in their bodies and they just crave each other.

Jeremiah leaned down slightly feeling her breath flutter against his lips. Their lips pressed together and it felt like drinking water after being trapped in the desert. His hand moved her hip to trail lightly up and down her thigh causing her to shiver

Xena let go of Jeremiah's waistband and wrapped both her arms around his neck, gasping at the feeling of his warm fingers brushing her cold thighs. Feeling her mouth slightly part he let his tongue slip between her lips.

Tongues intertwining with each other, both trying to get more. He pushed her up against the closed french door behind her, swallowing her hiss as the latch bolt stabbed into her lower back before retreating into the hole 

She pulled away slightly, biting his lip. They look at each other with a knowing glint in each other's eyes. Jeremiah slowly backs away from her and watches as she walks inside the house slowly making her way towards the stairs. She doesn’t even look back to know that he’s following her, she can feel his eyes watching her hips sway.

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