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sansaorgana · 7 months ago

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— FOREVER BOUND

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Maia!Reader

SUMMARY — You and Mairon were created together by Eru and ever since you remained nearly inseparable. He chose to follow Melkor but you stayed loyal to your gods. Even though he was believed to be slain, you meet your soulmate once again many years later in Númenor where you serve the Valar by helping Tar-Míriel with your counsel.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I started writing this fic like two weeks ago but I got distracted in the meantime with different ideas 🤧 (Y/N) is used here as the Reader's "real" name, therefore I gave her human form in Númenor a name and that is Maneth, which apparently means Departed Spirit. The dynamic between Sauron and the Reader is lowkey inspired by that quote from Wuthering Heights – He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Also, I was very fixated on making the short prologue of this fic sound like it was taken from The Silmarillion but it was a challenge, especially when English is not my first language, so yeah, I have to admit I used "the chat" a bit to help me in the beginning (and only there) 🙈. It didn't write even a single sentence for me, though, it only helped me with reshaping the phrases to sound more like the way I wanted them to be. I have never used AI to help me write my fics, so I feel a bit weird with it but I think the prologue sounds great now, so I decided to keep it this way. However, I wanted to admit to it here because I would feel bad otherwise. Once more – "the chat" did not write even a single sentence for me. I only needed its help with finding better sounding phrases to express what I have already written all by myself and it was only for the short prologue of the story. I didn't put any warnings but I think that – if you squint – it can have a bit of a twincest vibe...? 😳 At least I thought so while writing some scenes but maybe it's just my messed up mind going into such places 🙈 The fic is quite long but I didn't want to divide this one into two parts.

WORD COUNT — 7,930

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

FOREVER BOUND

Together were they fashioned by the thought of Eru Ilúvatar, Mairon and (Y/N), kindred spirits among the Maiar, and thus were their fates entwined. Mairon was drawn to Aulë the Smith, whose lore of crafting and forging he learned with eager mind, while (Y/N) was taken under the care of Varda Elentári, the Queen of Stars, and to her was revealed the mysteries of light and the heavens.

In those days of ancient bliss, when the first flowers were made to bloom, Mairon would gather their blossoms for (Y/N), and together they would abide for hours in fields unmarred by shadow. Often, he would craft jewels of wondrous beauty, offering them to her in token of his affection. Yet his most treasured gift to her was a ring, fair and unmarred, crafted in the purity of his early days, before his spirit turned to darker counsel.

It is said that (Y/N) wore that ring ever upon her hand, and that when Varda revealed to her the art of setting stars in the firmament, she bestowed the first star of her own making with the name «Mairon», that his light might endure forever.

In the later days, when Mairon fell to the shadow and allied himself with Melkor, he sought ever to draw (Y/N) to his side, weaving words of guile and repentance. Many times did he deceive her, and she, moved by their bond, hoped he might yet be redeemed. Yet she held fast to the Valar, and her faith remained unbroken.

Mairon's descent brought sorrow unending to (Y/N), and often she pleaded with the Valar to grant him mercy. Yet Varda would have her no longer as a disciple, for the brightness of her spirit had dimmed, and her heart clung still to one who had been corrupted. Then Nienna, She Who Weeps, took pity upon (Y/N) and took her into her care, teaching her of endurance and grief. And it was Nienna who spoke in favour of Mairon when Melkor, feigning humility, sought pardon from the Valar, for she understood well the love that bound (Y/N) to him.

Yet no reunion came to pass, for Mairon fled from the wrath of the Valar, and he vanished into the shadows of the world, so that some claimed him slain. The star that bore his name faded from the heavens, and it is told that (Y/N) wept until her tears filled a lake in The Southlands, and thus was the dark and bitter Lake Núrnen brought into being, a testament to her sorrow.

You were sent to Númenor to aid the Queen Regent with your counsel. Míriel suspected that you were no ordinary human being but she knew better than to ask too many questions. Very quickly you were promoted in her council, which was visibly making Ar-Pharazôn uneasy and suspicious of you because you had shown up out of nowhere one day, posing to be a noble Lady from Middle-earth… but who truly knew where you were coming from?

The fate of this beautiful island given to the ancestors of these people was uncertain, though. It was teetering between glory and ruin. You were there to make sure they would choose the right path when the time of difficult decisions would come.

When you heard that one of the captains brought a She-Elf to Númenor that he had found in an open sea, you knew immediately that it was no coincidence. It was surely the very beginning of something new. Something exciting and worrying, too.

The time you had already spent in Númenor was enough for you to fall in love with the island and its people. The Queen Regent was truly your friend and you hoped for nothing else but for this realm’s happiness.

You were standing next to Míriel when Captain Elendil walked two castaways inside the hall. She-Elf you recognised immediately because it was Lady Galadriel. She, however, could not recognise you because of your disguise. At the sight of a dirty, ragged common man walking beside her, you felt an odd shiver going down your spine.

You looked down, nervously, when he looked up to meet your gaze. Your fingers busied themselves with a ring that decorated your finger for long centuries now – it would never leave you, no matter what form you were in.

You could not understand why some random human was making you feel such odd sensations as if the air between you two vibrated and caused disruption inside the room.

“No one kneels in Númenor,” the Queen Regent announced to Lady Galadriel and her new friend when they attempted to do so.

Out of curiosity that you seemed not to be able to stop, you looked up again when the man did the same. Your eyes met and you could barely contain yourself because the soul trapped inside the form you were in was about to explode.

He was no ordinary human being and you wondered if Lady Galadriel knew about it.

Who could it be, though? The Valar would not send any help for you here without warning you beforehand. Even if they would, no other Maia was able to make you feel this extraordinary way.

No other Maia except for one.

The fingers fidgeting with your ring squeezed it tighter at the memory of Mairon. He had been long gone now and all that seemed to be left of him was that ring. Not even his star shone bright in the night sky anymore.

The only part of Mairon that still remained was not that ring, though. It was you – he would forever live inside of you like you had lived inside of him and like part of you had died the day he had been slain.

“Speak, Elf. Name thyself,” Míriel ordered Lady Galadriel and Galadriel’s eyes found yours. She tilted her head but decided not to comment although now you were certain that she could sense what kind of spirit you were.

“Galadriel of the Noldor,” she introduced herself. “Daughter of the Golden House of Finarfin. Commander of the Northern Armies of High King Gil-Galad.”

The man she came with looked at her with furrowed brows before deciding to introduce himself as well.

“Halbrand,” he said. “Of The Southlands,” he added.

“A man and an Elf, together?” You asked as you approached the Queen Regent.

“Circumstances arose that–” The man named Halbrand began but Galadriel did not allow him to finish.

“We are companions by chance. Met on the open sea. Your captain here, delivered us from certain death,” she looked at Elendil. “All we ask is that Númenor continue his mercy and grant us ship’s passage to Middle-earth.”

The crowd gathered inside the hall began to chatter between each other. It was uncommon to see an Elf in Númenor these days and Galadriel was far from humble. Her demands were not making anyone here happy and you could sense that.

The only man whose aura you could not sense was him again – the filthy commoner.

Míriel exchanged a meaningful look with Ar-Pharazôn before her cousin spoke.

“It’s been generations since a ship of Númenor was permitted to make such a journey on an Elf’s behalf,” he told the Elf, harshly.

You wondered how Galadriel would accept the fact that here, in Númenor, she was not an authority to anyone and her presence was barely intimidating. You knew her heart was of a pure kind but it was no mystery amongst the Valar, the Maiar and the Elves that she also needed to be humbled very often but such occasions were quite rare.

“It is because of the Elves that you were given this island,” she reminded but such words only worsened her situation. “Surely you can spare a few planks and a rudder.”

Míriel looked behind to stare at your face, visibly searching for your counsel. You shook your head slightly to let her know that you did not think following Galadriel’s orders was a good idea. It did not escape Ar-Pharazôn’s eye as he shot you a deadly glance. He hated the influence you had over his cousin.

“Our ancestors were not given anything,” the Queen Regent smiled softly at Galadriel as she walked down the stairs to approach the Elf and her human companion. “They paid for this isle with the blood of their kin.”

“What the Elf means–” Halbrand tried to save the situation.

“Then if blood be the price of passage, I will pay it,” Galadriel interrupted him again and you sighed softly. “But one way or another, I will depart.”

One of your tasks in Númenor was to help rebuild the friendship between the humans of this island and the Elves. Lady Galadriel was definitely not helping you.

“I welcome you to try,” Míriel nodded.

“I have no need of your welcome,” Galadriel continued with her rude remarks and Halbrand looked at her with panic in his eyes before looking back at the guards by the doors.

“And you are quickly wearing out yours,” the Queen Regent warned Galadriel. “Guards,” she called for them.

“My friends!” Halbrand exclaimed, getting everyone’s attention and you despised it.

You despised it because your weak human form struggled once more to contain your trembling spirit. You were scared that you would be this island’s doom yourself any given moment if you suddenly erupted as if you were a volcano. Your fingers began to tremble and you lowered your gaze, pretending to be humble.

“It seems to me that our leaving presents some complications,” Halbrand pointed out. “Perhaps it’d be better if we stayed–”

“Stayed?!” Galadriel barked at him.

“Long enough, good Queen, to give you and your advisors adequate time to weigh our request,” he looked up at you.

You were holding your gaze lowered but you knew somehow that he was staring at you. You could feel his eyes piercing you through because the way he was staring was not of an ordinary kind. He was not glancing at your flesh but at your soul. You felt as if you were naked in front of him and as if there was nobody else inside this palace except for you two.

The ring around your finger seemed to get heavier all of the sudden as it reminded you one more about the only creature in this world who had known you so well and who could have made you feel similar.

“A few days, perhaps?” Halbrand looked back at Míriel and you sighed out of relief once you got free from his burning gaze.

The Queen Regent looked back at you once more and you looked up only slightly to nod at her. Ar-Pharazôn rolled his eyes but he did not disagree – at least not openly.

“Three days,” he ordered. “And the Elf is to be restricted to palace grounds.”

“I will not be made a prisoner!” Galadriel protested.

“I would sooner knee-cap a stallion than seek to imprison the mighty Commander of the Northern Armies,” Ar-Pharazôn answered ironically and the crowd laughed at her. “So, you shall be Númenor’s guest.”

You could feel the tension in the room slowly relaxing and you nodded at the Queen Regent before walking out in a hurry, feeling Halbrand’s eyes on you as you were walking out in a haste with your skirts gathered in your fists, rushing to your chambers to collect your chaotic thoughts.

You had a malicious feeling creeping up deep inside of you – no, not even a feeling. An odd, eerie certainty. And as much as you wished for it to not be true, you also wanted it to be and you felt guilty for experiencing such cursed yearning to see and touch him again. Your Mairon.

When you heard from your maid at the end of the day that the human named Halbrand ended up in jail already for starting a fight, you simply could not stop yourself from paying him a visit. You walked inside the prison area of the palace carefully as you moved quietly throughout the hall with your dress flowing behind you gently.

The man was sitting on the floor with his back leaning on the wall. He was smirking as he watched you with no reaction whatsoever. Once more you noticed that you could not sense his aura or predict his mood like you usually could with most creatures, even the noblest of the Elves.

“You are no human,” you stated as you stood right in front of his cell. Halbrand snorted at that and rolled his eyes. “Who are you?” You asked and he only shook his head.

You grabbed the bars and squeezed them tightly as the silence broke due to your ring clashing with the iron. The sound echoed and Halbrand turned his head around rapidly while he squinted his eyes at your ring.

“Are you him?” You asked, nearly desperately. “Are you my Mairon?”

Halbrand stood up finally and even though he seemed to be more serious now, he still had a playful smirk on his lips. He approached you with his arms crossed and you caught yourself staring at his tan, flexed muscles before you looked up to meet his sparkling eyes once more. Nothing but the iron bars between you two and it was you squeezing them tight although he was the imprisoned one.

“You would look like a crazy maniac if I was not,” he whispered, leaning in. He was so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face.

“You were supposed to be dead…” you whispered and closed your eyes, feeling warm tears streaming down your cheeks. You squeezed your fists even tighter around the bars as your whole soul vibrated throughout your human form.

“I am sorry to disappoint you,” Halbrand answered.

“Your star has faded away, I have cried so many tears, have been outcast by Varda because with you, some of my own light faded away, too,” you revealed in a trembling voice before opening your hazy and wet eyes. He was staring at you without playfulness now. “I know it would be better for this world if you stayed dead but I feel joy to be with you again,” you confessed.

His rough fingertips brushed the ring wrapped around your finger as he smiled sadly.

“This ring remains older than most creatures of this realm,” he pointed out.

“I have never taken it off, Mairon,” you assured him. “Nothing in this world is older than the bond between us.”

“That is quite blasphemous,” he smirked and you shook your head as you had no idea what to say to that. He was right – you should not claim such things, you were no god. But yet, whatever was between you and him – it felt so overwhelming, so overlooming.

Your souls were entangled, made of the same stardust. You were the same spirit, the same heart, the same blood; only split in two forms and that was enough pain to be apart in that way. Spending centuries without him at all, thinking he was dead… It was like death itself.

But Mairon was back now and alongside him back was the part of you that had died with him.

“Will you tell them about me, (Y/N)?” He asked, quietly.

“I should, should I not? You are up to no good,” you sniffled your tears back and your eyes met his. You let go of the iron bars and extended your hands to cup his scratched cheeks. When you touched, you felt your whole body trembling, barely able to contain your spirit and your power.

“I am up to the greater good. You know that my path is the right one; it is the only path. My only goal is to heal,” he assured you and leaned in to place a soft kiss upon the palm of your hand as you gasped.

“Up to no good then,” you let out a small chuckle through your tears. You knew him enough already to know what it meant.

You wanted to get rid of the iron bars and to kiss him. His form differed from his previous one but it was never about his flesh – it was always about whatever it contained.

You had never really kissed, though. All those centuries you had spent with each other, you had spent it on yearning and gazing at yourselves, stealing soft pecks upon your cheeks or knuckles, giving each other gifts and talking sweet to one another.

Because you knew that the Maiar had not been created to love – not like this, at least. They had not been created to know the pleasures of the flesh or its desires. They had been created to serve the gods.

Perhaps something had gone wrong during the act of your creation. Perhaps it had not – perhaps it was that part of him living inside of you that craved to be close to him at all times just like the part of you living inside of him craved to be close to you.

“Join me, (Y/N), come with me, be my Queen,” Halbrand whispered and you froze, taking your hands away immediately.

“Not even half an hour I was given to enjoy your return for you are trying to deceive me once more,” you remarked, harshly.

He had been known to tease and tempt you countless of times but your soul remained pure no matter what.

“Melkor is no more. I am my own master now but I will never be whole without you by my side,” Halbrand was the one to wrap his hands around the iron bars now as he moved even closer while you took a step back. “Varda outcasted you? I will make sure no one in Middle-earth worships her no more for you will become their Queen of Light.”

“Revenge is not what I seek,” you shook your head. “Please, Mairon, your words are like daggers. I cannot handle them,” you turned your head around as more and more of your tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Refuse me as much as you like, (Y/N). A part of you lives inside of me and that is my lightness. A part of me lives inside of you and it is the part you consider rotten. Be careful, my dear, for the rot likes to spread,” Halbrand warned you although his voice remained sweet.

“I have never considered anything coming from you to be rotten,” you laid your eyes upon him again.

“Can you not see, my sweet? They keep us apart because together we would become so powerful that we could outcast the gods themselves,” Halbrand continued and his whisper caused a shiver to go down your spine. His words were wrong… So wrong. “Together, we could be anything we wanted. We could be forged into one flesh if we wished, forever bound.”

“If you cared so much about us being together, you would let me lure you back into the light instead of trying to tempt me to join you in darkness, Mairon,” you whispered in Quenya.

“It pains me when you keep insisting that my path is the darkness. Your blind obedience to our creators is much darker to me, my love,” he answered.

Perhaps you would go on like that – and knowing you two, you could do that for ages. But you were interrupted by Lady Galadriel, who looked you up and down with curiosity as she entered the prison.

“The most trusted advisor of the Queen Regent,” she greeted you, “but the least trusted one amongst her subjects. You come from Middle-earth, they say. A noble Lady. But I have never heard of you before,” Galadriel pointed out.

“Must Elves know all about human affairs?” You challenged her and she smiled, softly.

“Human? Yes,” Galadriel answered. “There are spirits, however, that remain out of our grasp. They are no gods but nearly like them. Sent to us by the Valar when we need aid,” she squinted her eyes.

“I shall remain out of your grasp then,” you nodded and she nodded back.

“What is going on?” Halbrand whined, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms again. Putting on an act of a common man in front of Galadriel and even though you knew you should scream into her face that he was the very darkness she had sworn to fight and defeat – you chose to stay silent. Perhaps he would redeem himself, perhaps he would realise that he might be given a second chance if only he decided to choose the right path this time.

Perhaps, before outing him to the outside world, you would try to fix his way of perceiving which path was the right one.

And you knew he had been given too many chances already but your heart would never give up on him. You would forever find excuses for him and try to make it right between you two.

“You…” Galadriel approached the iron bars as she smiled softly at Halbrand. “You do not belong on this island.”

“If there’s one of us that doesn’t belong here, Elf, it’s you,” Halbrand shook his head.

“I’m not so sure of that anymore,” Galadriel’s eyes sparkled as she briefly laid them upon you. “But one thing I am now certain. You are more than you claim,” she took a step further. “I found this in the Hall of Lore,” she handed Halbrand a scroll of paper that made you squint your eyes.

He took it, pretending to be unbothered. And when he opened it, you saw a heraldry drawing, suddenly realising he was wearing a pendant with the same mark. What was the game he was playing…?

“That’s funny. I found this on a dead man,” Halbrand winked at you before he looked at Galadriel with a smirk. “Thought the pattern suited me,” he added and sat down on a bench inside his cell.

Galadriel sighed and she glanced at you, as if she was expecting you to help her. You did not move an inch, however.

“Many ages ago, a man bearing that mark united the scattered tribes of the Southlands under one banner,” she told Halbrand. “The very banner that might unite them again today. Against the evil that now seeks to claim their lands. Your lands, Halbrand,” she emphasised and you sucked on the inside of your cheeks after realising what his clever scheme was. “Your people have no King for you are him,” Galadriel kept insisting.

Your Mairon, the great deceiver, knew very well that eagerly agreeing to all of this would not be as powerful as trying to pretend to be uninterested at first. Therefore, he looked away and chuckled.

“That’s an odd thing to say to a man in a cage,” he pointed out.

“A cage you have landed in because you chafe under the rags of the common,” Galadriel claimed as she looked at you again. “My Lady, you must tell your Queen the truth.”

“No Elf will tell me what I must or I must not do,” you smirked as you shook your head at how arrogant she was. You had to play your role but even as your Maia self, you wanted to humble her. “I doubt one pendant proves this man’s heritage enough.”

“What about his testimony?” Galadriel was not giving up as she looked at Halbrand again. “The armour that ought to rest upon your shoulders weighs upon your soul, Halbrand.”

Long silence occurred, in which you were able to watch the master of deception performing his craft. The way he kept staring at the drawing, his face full of mixed emotions and confusion, guilt. The way he grabbed the pendant with his hands and brushed it gently with his fingertips. Everyone would believe him.

“Be careful, Elf,” he said eventually. “The heir to this mark is heir to more than just nobility,” Halbrand stood up to approach the iron bars. “For it was his ancestor who swore a blood oath to Morgoth,” he reminded her and you were in awe how he used the bits of dark truth about himself to toy with her and test the waters.

And how oblivious she was, how eager to keep following the scenario she had already prepared for this situation to go with in her head.

“I am not the hero you seek,” Halbrand shook his head.

Indeed, he was not.

“For it was my family that lost the war,” he added.

“And it was mine who started it,” Galadriel insisted. “Ours was no chance meeting,” she pointed out and looked at you again. “No fate, nor destiny, nor any other words men use to speak of the forces they lack the conviction to name. Ours was the work of something greater,” she smiled at you and you forced a smile back.

Was she thinking that it was you who caused this meeting? Gods, if she only knew…

“You must see it,” she looked back at Halbrand.

“All I see is an Elf who won’t put down her sword,” he remarked.

“Come with me to Middle-earth,” she leaned in to be closer to him and you felt an odd sting of pain inside of your heart. Was it jealousy that another woman dared to stand so close to your Mairon…? Most likely. “And together we will redeem both our bloodlines.”

“How?” Halbrand asked, looking at her intensely. “You’re stuck on this island and you’re still short an army,” he smirked.

“That is all about to change,” Galadriel smiled and turned around to walk away.

You glanced at the man one last time before hurrying after her.

“Lady Galadriel!” You called out her name once you were outside the prison.

“My Lady,” she turned around to face you and you nearly bumped into her. “I did not expect to encounter an emissary of the Valar in Númenor, I must admit,” she bowed her head slightly. “How should I address you?”

“Here, in Númenor, you must call me Lady Maneth. In Valinor you would know me as (Y/N),” you introduced yourself and Lady Galadriel’s eyes widened slightly.

“(Y/N)...” She breathed out. “You know more than anyone else how important my task is. We must stop the darkness from spreading,” she pleaded.

“No,” you shook your head. “You must stop pushing this man… Halbrand… Into whatever you are trying to push him into,” you scolded her.

“Do the Valar have different plans for him?” Galadriel wondered out loud.

“It is not about him,” you winced, not wanting to discuss Mairon any longer with her. “It is about you, Artanis. You are beginning to become the very darkness you swore once to destroy,” you warned her.

“What do you mean?” Galadriel furrowed her brow as she took a step back.

“It is still cheating when one betrays a cheater. It is still a theft when one steals from a thief. And it is still a murder when one kills a murderer. Because it is not the matter of whether one deserves it or not – it is a matter of the act itself being committed. Too many pure and good souls were lost to us, driven by the desire to do justice,” you lectured her and you could feel her anger and frustration rising, however she would never dare to lash out on an emissary of the gods.

“Pretty words, that is all you can offer, meanwhile people are dying,” she spat out.

“Do you truly care about them, Artanis, or is their suffering your excuse to pick up the sword once more?” You asked but she was walking away angrily already and all you could see was her back, disappearing in the darkness of the corridor ahead of you.

You turned around once more and sighed at the doors leading back to the prison. You decided to leave Halbrand alone for the night but you worried about what would happen next. If he was about to choose the wrong path again, you would have to reveal his true self to everyone and interfere with his scheme.

Hope was all you had as you fidgeted with the ring around your finger.

“The visions are back and worse than ever,” Míriel confessed to you. “I suspect that it all has something to do with the Elf,” she added as she was trying to read your face but you made sure not to reveal anything.

“I knew that people of Númenor despised her kin but I underestimated the delicacy of the situation,” you admitted as you moved closer to the Queen Regent. “This is beyond worrying. The future of Númenor depends on your relationship with others. It is no time to make enemies instead of friends,” you warned.

“It would be an easier task to convince them that the Elves are not our enemies if only Lady Galadriel was not so…” the Queen Regent sighed, looking for the right word.

“Insufferable?” You chuckled and she nodded with a smile. “Elves differ from humans. They are not raised to be humble.”

“You know a lot about their kin,” Míriel pointed out, trying to make you confess who you truly were once more. She would never ask openly but sometimes she was teasing you this way.

“There are quite a few in the lands I come from,” you only answered.

“The lands you come from… Are they not The Southlands?” Míriel raised her eyebrows. “Like that human man?”

You took a deep breath in. If only you had known back then that your backstory would cause problems a few years later… But it was too late to change it because it would be highly suspicious.

“Yes,” you nodded. “But he is a commoner. I was a noble,” you added.

You were interrupted by Captain Elendil leading Lady Galadriel to you. She bowed her head slightly and exchanged a meaningful look with you.

“Lady Galadriel wishes for an audience,” Captain Elendil said and the Queen Regent nodded her head.

You stood still because these days she wanted you by her side always, no matter what. You did not even have to ask if you should leave or not.

“What is it?” Míriel asked when Galadriel stood on the other side of the table, facing you. She laid out two scrolls of paper in front of you – one was the same she had shown to Halbrand on the previous day and the other one was much more worn out and dirty.

“I found this in the Hall of Lore,” Galadriel informed the Queen Regent mysteriously and you allowed Míriel to see the items with her own eyes as you kept standing there with your hands clasped behind your back.

“You vex me, Elf,” Míriel looked up at Galadriel. “I welcome you as a guest and you gallop off to our countryside to steal ancient scrolls whilst your Southlander companion assaults our citizenry.”

“He is understandably quick to temper. His people are dying,” Galadriel explained.

“His people?” The Queen Regent asked, surprised.

“I believe the man you hold in your dungeons is no common brawler, but the lost heir in exile to the throne of The Southlands,” she revealed.

Míriel turned around to look at you and you raised your eyebrows slightly. You were not sure what to say to that. Should you help Mairon or interfere with his schemes? The answer was only easy for your mind but your heart wished to never cause him any trouble.

“Lady Maneth comes from The Southlands. She would know about that,” the Queen Regent informed Galadriel and the Elf looked at you, intensely.

“I cannot be sure,” you only said. “That there was a long gone line of Kings, I have known. That there are still their living descendants, I have not been aware of. That is not impossible, though,” you explained.

“His people are scattered. Leaderless,” Galadriel looked back at Míriel. “But with your backing they might unite behind his banner. And fight.”

How oblivious she was. His banner was nothing she would want to ever see floating in the air. His banner was nothing she would want to ever see people follow.

“What do you mean backing?” Míriel asked, taken aback by Galadriel’s proposal.

“Sauron was once your people’s enemy, as much as mine,” Galadriel reminded her and you moved uncomfortably. “I call on you to finish the task left undone.”

You might have hated this name more than he hated it. It brought you nothing but pain when others would address your Mairon this way – The Abhorred.

“I shall go,” you spoke, interrupting the tension between the two women. Míriel looked at you with a slight panic in her eyes because she did not want to be left alone with Galadriel but you simply could not stand being there anymore, hearing her talk about your Mairon. “I shall question that man, Halbrand. Mayhaps I will find out if he truly is what the Elf claims,” you said and Míriel nodded at you although you could sense she still felt uneasy to be left without your counsel.

You walked past Captain Elendil and went to the prison area of the palace like on the night before. Halbrand was sitting on the bench this time, with his back leaning on the iron bars. At the sound of your footsteps, he did not even flinch nor turned his head around. He did not have to. He knew it was you coming.

“Mairon…” You crouched down in front of his cell and wrapped your fingers around the bars. “Do not follow her, resist her temptation. Stay here with me.”

Halbrand turned around slowly with a playful smile on his lips as he looked down at you. You were not on your knees but it still seemed as if you were begging him.

“Stay here with you? Are you not a grand Lady on this island?” He asked.

“I can be anything I want and so can you,” you reminded him, your whisper was nearly inaudible but you did not need to speak your words out loud at all for him to hear them anyway. “We can live a lifetime here and then change our forms once more, start all over again. Over and over for the whole eternity. Far away from the rest. If I am to ever abandon my life alongside the gods, it will not be for your darkness… But it could be for this. For us.”

Halbrand stood up and the distance between you became even bigger now as he kept looking down at you with a hint of adoration mixed with pure contempt. He had to think you were pathetic and some part of him found it adorable but the other part found it embarrassing.

“It does not have to be Númenor,” you added. “We can go anywhere.”

“Let us go to The Southlands then,” Halbrand smirked. “Be the Queen alongside me.”

“You have made your decision then, I see,” you sighed and leaned in to press your forehead to the iron bars. “Will you ever love me enough to choose me over power?”

Halbrand did not like your choice of words as his eyes darkened. He crouched down as well, slowly, in a nearly threatening way. Now you were on his eye level as he looked intensely at you.

“Will you ever love me enough to choose me over your gods?” He asked.

The sound of footsteps made you stand up quickly and fix your dress. Halbrand also moved up and sat down on the bench. It was all done right in time because the guards walked inside the prison, dragging Lady Galadriel behind them. You watched with widened eyes as she was being thrown inside one of the cells.

“Don’t tell me,” Halbrand chuckled at her. “Tavern brawl?”

“Sedition,” she answered and Halbrand laughed as you gave her a scolding look.

When you joined Míriel again, she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, staring outside the window. She turned her head around to smile at you gently and then she went back to staring ahead of her.

“And?” She asked.

“He asked for my hand,” you informed her with a playful smirk and the Queen Regent turned her head around once more to look at you with wide eyes.

“The audacity…” She sighed.

“Why?” You asked her with a soft smile.

“For a commoner to propose such a thing to a Lady like you… Even if it was only to jest–”

“It was not to jest, “you interrupted her. “If he is what Galadriel claims, then he would be my King,” you pointed out and an odd feeling filled your whole body when you called Mairon your King. A malicious one but also honey-like warm; sweetly spreading throughout your body.

“You are above human Kings, are you not, Lady Maneth?” Míriel raised an eyebrow at you. It was the very first time she asked such a thing so openly.

“I cannot answer that, my friend,” you smiled at her mysteriously, “but if he chooses to follow the path Lady Galadriel pushes him onto, I might have to follow him.”

“And abandon Númenor?” The Queen Regent asked. “Abandon me?”

“I am sorry,” you sighed. “Following him might be a task much more important than watching over this island,” you revealed to her.

Even though you were not given direct orders from the gods, it was obvious that watching over Mairon was more important because keeping his schemes under control would only profit in the end for everyone, including the people of Númenor. Míriel could not be told all the details, therefore she would never understand and she would feel abandoned by you. It was the price you had to pay.

It was an excuse, of course. Choosing to follow Mairon to Middle-earth to make sure he would not go back to his evil ways and that he would use the position Galadriel was giving him to do good instead… It was nothing but a noble excuse to simply explain the fact you wanted to follow him.

It was different now, though. It was not one of those times when he had begged you to come with him, straight to Morgoth. No, this time there was a string of hope that he would truly redeem himself. And of course he would have a bigger chance to do so with you by his side.

“It seems so important… Everything happening in Middle-earth. More important than I suspected. But if even you are willing to leave my side to go back there, it means there are things happening there that are much bigger than me,” Míriel said. “I must rethink Lady Galadriel’s words now then,” she informed you and walked past you to walk away. “Just like you must rethink Halbrand’s proposal.”

“Yes, I must,” you nodded at her and looked outside the window yourself. The sun was slowly setting and the view was beautiful – you wished it would forever be like this; so peaceful and calm with pink and orange hues.

Like back in the day when you had been sitting in the flower fields with Mairon, staring at the skies, your bodies filled with no malice – only pure yearning for one another.

The orange skies of the evening sky always reminded you of his ginger hair from back then and how you would brush it with your fingers, staring in awe at how the sunlight seemed to sparkle upon it.

You were standing by the guards’ side as you watched them open Halbrand’s cell. They nodded at him and he nodded back. The guards left you with him alone and an awkward silence occurred between you two.

“There, you have it your way,” you finally said, quietly.

“You must have missed me terribly,” he crossed his arms and chuckled but you did not want to laugh.

Your eyes filled with tears immediately at the mention of all those centuries you had spent thinking he was gone forever. You lifted your wet, glistening eyes to lay them on his and he clenched his jaw as he moved slightly while all playfulness left his expression.

“Do you know why I could not be killed?” Halbrand approached you to cup your chin and you shook your head. “Because of the part of me still living inside of you. As long as you are alive, I cannot be slain,” he explained. “However, the part of you that lives within me had to suffer for all those centuries alongside me and there is not a day passing when I do not regret causing you such pain.”

“Oh, Mairon…” You gasped and threw your arms around his neck to pull him closer and hug him.

However, he had something else on his mind. He blinked slowly a few times and cupped your cheeks now with his rough hands as he leaned in to join your lips together.

For the first time in your immortal life, you finally found out how sweet his lips were. And gods, how good they felt… How right. Your souls intertwined at that moment, every missing piece finding its place as if you were forged into one body.

“Before we were created, we had been a piece of stardust in the abyss and we had been one flesh then, of that I am sure,” Mairon whispered after breaking the kiss. “I should have kissed you much earlier, my love, for I have never felt so whole before.”

“No,” you shook your head. “I am glad you are kissing me only now,” you added and he raised an eyebrow at you. “For if you had kissed me like that back in the day, I would have followed you into corruption straight away. I would have worn black armour forged out of iron and I would have become Morgoth’s most zealous Lieutenant by your side – only to feel your lips on mine again,” you confessed.

Just when you finished voicing out your blasphemous feelings, Halbrand’s lips kissed you once more. This time he lowered his hands to intertwine your fingers with his. You felt him smirking when he felt the ring on your finger brushing his skin.

“Let us get married. Straight away,” he breathed out. “You are wearing my ring already. You have worn it for all eternity.”

“It would be only fair if you wore something from me as well. Something to mark you as my own like I am yours,” you pointed out.

“What would it be, my sweet?” Mairon caressed your cheek and you smirked at him a little before you reached out to the back of your neck.

You had prepared your gift for him this very morning when you already knew he would be released. There was a pendant around your neck, hidden under your dress. You took it off now and handed it to him as he slightly moved away at the sight of it.

It was a beautiful pendant surely although you made sure it would not look too feminine, so he would wear it at all times. However, what it contained inside was what truly intimidated him – it was a small portion of your light that you had sacrificed to lock in there. Wearing it could save his soul, of that you were sure. But in his eyes it surely was a form of imprisonment.

“Have you not sacrificed enough of your light for me already?” Mairon asked.

“Never enough. I shall sacrifice as much of it as I can to save you, my love,” you insisted and pushed the necklace into his open hand as you closed it around the pendant.

Mairon forced a smile as he swallowed thickly and opened his hand again to stare at the necklace before slowly putting it around his neck and hiding it under his tunic.

“Thank you,” he whispered in Quenya and you smiled back at him, encouragingly.

It had been ages since you last wore armour. Lately, the Valar had been using you more as a politician than a warrior but you still remembered the wars you had taken part of. Back then you had been on the opposite side of the field from Mairon but now you were by his side, riding your horse next to his as people of Númenor were throwing flowers at you.

You took a deep breath in when it was time for you to jump off of your mare. What you were about to do would be equal to making a final decision about your fate – leaving Númenor meant forsaking the task that had been given to you by the Valar. However, you wanted to believe that they would value your new task even more; the one you had given to yourself. To watch over Mairon and make sure no one would know him as Sauron ever again.

He helped you to get on the ship and when you held his hand tight and he grinned at you, your heart filled with love and warmth. There was, however, a hint of worry because you knew what a skilled deceiver he could be.

To become the King and Queen of The Southlands and to erase the darkness from that long-forsaken land was your shared goal now. Or so he had been promising you. To unite the tribes of that realm and to make sure they had a bright future. And once your mortal forms would become old enough, you would abandon or transform them to start a new life somewhere else. To heal more and more lands, more kins.

You wanted to believe the healing would be done in the right and proper way this time because now he had you by his side.

Your new husband and an old companion smirked at you and squeezed your cheek playfully before turning around to join Captain Elendil to speak to him as the ships sailed out of the harbour. Lady Galadriel stood next to you instead and she glanced at you from the corner of her eye.

“I know it is not my right to ask about the ways of the Valar and the Maiar but why would a spirit like you marry a human and abandon the task originally given to her?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“The road goes ever winding,” you answered her. “Not even the Valar or the Maiar can see all its paths.”

“Your devotion to this cause makes me believe I was right to fight so eagerly for this to happen,” she said and you smiled to yourself. She was so desperate.

“You are right, Artanis. It is not your right to know about the ways of my kind,” you patted her shoulder and gave her a faint smile as she nodded, staring into the horizon.

You looked there, too, but your mind was absent. You were scared and unsure – some part of you nearly wanted to be as blind as Lady Galadriel because she seemed to be so certain and fearless.

You turned around and realised that he was looking at you already. And at that moment, he looked like the Maia he had been created as – so pure with that wide smile and the sun shining behind him, creating a halo around his form. He looked handsome as ever in Númenorian armour, so different from the one he had been wearing as Morgoth’s Lieutenant.

You gave him a wide smile back, so full of love and devotion. Perhaps his star would begin to shine in the night sky once more.

MASTERLIST

#sauron x reader #halbrand x reader #annatar x reader #lilysfiction

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seattlesellie · 2 years ago

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imagine letting ellie hit for the first time and all she can see is your stuffed animals and plushies surrounding your bedd😭

an: i know i wrote something similar to this a looooong while ago already but i really love it cause it’s so cute !! dni if you hate fun and if ur a plushie lover i love u a lot k bye 💗

warnings: ellies a little mean 🙄 but shes so cute.

♡ firstly, you’d probably be mortified before you both tiptoed into your room. you’ve been sweetly (but fervently) making out on the living room couch for about ten whole minutes already. when ellie bounced you up on her thigh — and you moaned out her name, she huffed a breathy and teasing “oh, yeah?”, and you knew you were gone. you had constant battles within the realm of your head about needing to wait for “the right time”, but for some reason, with ellie, the right time seemed to be all the time. you’ve nearly let her have it in the backseat of her beat up honda, but you came to your senses pretty quickly (or you banged up your head on her inner roof which kind of made things awkward), and decided to actually wait.

♡ ellie pushes you up against the door, her knee snug between your thighs. you can feel her on your heat, and you’re pretty sure she can feel the actual heat on you. when ellie gives a slight swivel to the metal doorknob, you panic completely and shakily puff out a long held breath. “nono, my rooms… uh, untidy. s’messy, we can’t”, ellie raises a brow (and it tweaks a little because she’s just as nervous and it’s so cute), she grants you a little guileful smirk, “i don’t really care, so” — and as soon as she mutters that “so”, ellie opens the door and you shriek.

♡ at a full tilt, you try to cover up her eyes with your hands, shakily whispering “nonono, told you it’s messy, you’re being so rude!” but ellie — ever the speedster, pushes them off. when she’s faced with the hoard of plushies, sitting cozily on your bed like brave, plucky little soldiers, ellie seems entirely… amused. “so uhhh…” you stutter out, and ellie lets out an actual wheeze. she’s trying to cover up her stupid laugh and her smile by attempting to form it into a line, and you budge her forcefully on the shoulder and she barely even moves. “you didn’t tell me you had guests over, babe”, she turns to look at you — and you’re trying very hard not to throw an actual tantrum. you roll your eyes, and she takes your hands between her’s and gives them two chaste kisses. “okay, okay… didn’t mean to offend you…” she gulps down that damn laugh again, “just should’ve gave me a warning before i came in here trying to fuck y—“, your eyes nearly pop out of your head, “ellie!” you warn, and your voice goes nearly three octaves higher and now ellie’s fully just laughing at you. you furrow your brows and cock your head to the side. “well, technically, you’re the guest. they live here, so”

♡ “well… technically” ellie mimics and mocks, swallowing a small throaty giggle. you stare at her for a moment, giving her your best “i’m warning you — this is your last chance!” eyes, and ellie takes that warning very seriously, (because perhaps she’d been dying to fuck you), lifts her hands up in the air as if it’s to sign that she “gave up”, and shuts her mouth. “you done?” you question, raising your brows. “you’re the guest here, because they sleep with me every night, and you don’t” you smile impishly, followed by a sweet, satisfied little “hm”. ellie smirks and shakes her head, “every night, huh? you tryin’ to make me jealous?” then, she points at one of the plushies. “cause that little fucker over there is trying me, shit— i think his eye’s ripped off, what the actual fuck do you do with your dolls?!”

♡ out of amused anger, you try and push her up against the wall and she lets you. she hits it with a thud, and she rests her veiny hands on your waist and gives you a squeeze. you whimper, and she grabs your waist and pulls you closer. you try composing yourself, “y… you’re just jealous cause they get to sleep with me and you don’t”, but it all comes out of your lips too shaky and too sweet to be let known as teasing. ellie chuckles, and grabs the back of your neck. her lips are simply hovering over yours, and you let out a shaky breath and close your eyes. “open” she instructs, and you open them so slowly she nearly melts away like an ice cream cone in the middle of august. “just answer this one question i have, ‘kay?” she raps in her husky voice that makes you simply shudder. you hum, and she smirks. “do they fuck you every night too?”, she takes her bottom lip between her teeth and licks. not to seduce, simply as a casual gesture. nevertheless, it does seduce. “cause i might need to, uh…” and then — ellie places a small peck on your lips that you’re simply too eager not to try and follow up, but she meanly backs away. she chuckles and brings her head forward again, and lets out of a shaky breath. “might need to fuck them up, y’know? rip off their insides, stomp on ‘em, give them a nice little shake and —“ you cut her off with a whine, and her eyes nearly roll back. she takes your bottom lip between her top one and suckles and kisses you so deeply, “yeah fuck it, get on the bed, c’mon” — she pushes you forward between whimpers and more whines and you land with a soft thud, one of the plushies falls down on the floor.

♡ she parts your legs with her own, earning herself a sweet breathy gasp from you, and whilst she’s hanging messily off of the mattress— she kicks the plushie up on the bed, so it lands a mere centimeter from where it originally was. she can tease you all she wants, but it’s very soon that she memorizes all of their names. “do i need to cover up their eyes or are they used to this stuff?”, she knows they’re not used to it, at all actually, but you shake your head from side to side. she grabs both of your cheeks between her calloused fingers, gives them a forceful little squeeze that makes you moan, and looks up at one of them. “sorry for what you’re about to witness here, buddy”

♡ needless to say that ellie wasn’t a “guest” no more after that day.

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you

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whickberstreetwriters · 7 days ago

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Celebrating the Whickber Street Writers Association community 💜

We're a discord micro-community of Good Omens fanfic writers and, last week, one of our members @prinxlegolass gave us all the most wonderful gift: a message from Maggie Service 🥰

We wanted to share it for a couple of reasons. One was that we hope other fanfic writers might also enjoy the prompt Maggie gave us! Secondly, it's a great reminder of why storytelling matters. We're going to be doing some writing soon based on her prompt but, for now, we wanted to share some of the amazing work that our members have already created (as always, please read the tags on AO3):

Among the Stacks (65K) by @rhosmeinir - Nearly a year after Aziraphale returns to Heaven, he vanishes from existence, leaving Crowley bereft on Earth. Just when the demon has finally started to heal and move on with his life, he finds his angel by chance in a library. But Aziraphale has no memory of his life as an angel, or of Crowley. How will our hero cope?

Angels Don't Dance (Rated Mature, WIP currently at 50K) by @sixshotsinatumbllr - Crowley is assigned to investigate the unexpected uptick of infernal energy being produced by Bush Doofs in Australia. He brings Aziraphale along for the ride. It goes... well, it goes about as well as you would think.

Exit Wound (Rated Explicit, 5K) by @prinxlegolass - This is a story of love, loss, coming home, and everything that never was; a re-telling of an Irish Celtic Myth that has been sanitised and long-forgotten. Taking place one hundred years into Early Christian Ireland, it weaves themes of spiritual colonisation with the ineffability of a great plan and the parts of us that are never truly lost.

Ineffable Poetry (Rated General, 4.9K) by @bl0ndwave - a collection of poems written after watching Good Omens S02 because @bl0ndwave is still absolutely hearbroken :(

The Kindest Thing (Rated General, 1K) by @bohoteacher - In the aftermath of the final fifteen, Maggie observes Aziraphale & Crowley's parting, realizing that her and Nina's interference may have been partly to blame. She feels terrible and desperately sad for Mr. Fell & Mr. Crowley. Forgiveness comes to her from an unusual source.

Last Dance (Rated Teen, 800 words) by @rcreveal - Maggie and Nina are mortal and Aziraphale and Crowley are not. Someday, the Ineffable Husbands will have to say goodbye to dear friends.

Living Fiction (Rated Mature, 20K) by @sakascal - For two years self-published romance writer Azariah Fell has been coming to this café, three times a week on a schedule. It's the view that he's coming for - but not of the street. Right across the street is the florist shop 'Serpens et Horto', and the proprietor Anthony Crowley keeps drawing his eyes. So, is it really a surprise when one of the main characters in his latest book has a striking resemblance to Anthony Crowley?

Punks without pants (Rated Explicit, WIP currently at 47K) by @playdohangel - an AU based in London around the end of 1978 to 1979 known as ‘the winter of discontent’. Strikes, protests and political upheaval were the norm. Az, an avid follower of the Northern Soul music scene, is having a pretty shitty time of it. His dads been laid off and he's had to come down to London to work for his uncle who owns the punk venue, Dingwalls. There, his path crosses with punk Crowley, a self-confessed rich, spoiled shit running from his own past...

The Season of Nightingales (Rated Teen, Podfic) by @nosferatini - A nice and accurate prophecy of the season following the parting ways of an angel and his demon—if such an Ineffable Plan were written by a benevolent God…. As the effort to thwart Heaven’s wiles is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find that navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon.

Set Yourself On Fire (Rated Explicit, WIP currently at 112K with one chapter left!) by @rofell - A Sapphic fic: Azira and Crowley are old high school enemies who end up as dorm roommates. They couldn't possibly have anything in common, right? A love story that spans decades, about dealing with your shit and becoming the person you were meant to be.

The Travel Sweet Illusion (Rated Mature, 6K) by @secretlywingedphantom - What if Crowley did, in fact, secretly pass something to the angel in the final 15? A somewhat-silly one shot about an angel and a demon preparing for the worst. But in the most delightful and delicious of ways.

Walk in the Shade (Rated Teen, 1.7 K) by @springofviolets - A sad man (gn) walks into a bar and... Written for the Whickber Street Writers Association Karaoke Project, an event based around the prompt: what happens when a new karaoke bar opens on Whickber Street and attracts the attention of a certain demon?

Whatever I Like Best (Rated Mature, 1.8K) by @naturallyteal - The Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta. He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Write A Way (Rated Explicit, 73K) by @angie-words - Azira Fell and AJ Crowley are both successful authors in their own right, invited to speak at the same national book festival. Despite a falling out a couple of years ago, they've never actually met - so this event is going to be awkward for both of them. Right? As it happens, it seems they share a love of a certain TV show... and being very active parts of its fandom (yep, it's Fanfic Writer Crowley and Fanfic Reader Aziraphale time!)

Lastly, @sakascal has also put together a poem at extremely short notice inspired by Maggie Service's prompt!

Spirit

Met by the warm current that surrounds all

A sense of comfort breaking any wall

Genial free smile, hopeful yet welcoming

Graced by cheery lights under lashes pleasing

Inviting arms wide open to the world

Essence of kindness for all unfurled

#good omens #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #crowley #aziraphale #whickber street writers association #good omens fic #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfics #long post #maggie good omens #maggie service #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #ineffable spouses #good omens 2 #good omens fandom

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thewritetofreespeech · 9 months ago

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I hope this isn't too complicated. Could I request Poseidon, Leonidas, and Qin Shi Huang with a very charming and charismatic s/o who knows how to get people on her side?

I don’t think he would want to be with someone who wasn’t “regal manipulative”. Though he has no patience or love for his other gods, Poseidon does see the value in allies. Their ability to bring people in while he intimidates them is something he finds not only valuable, but stimulating. He loves watching them draw in the fools like moths to a flame and either keep or crush them.

He has no time for guile. Leonidas is a man of action, but he does appreciate that surging ahead is not the best idea for every situation. He is glad that he has someone like them to give him balance. Move the pieces while he would just be content to smash them all off the board. Certainly keeps him & Sparta out of many unnecessary conflicts.

To be a concubine of an emperor, you almost have to embody these characteristics in order to survive; along with being very shrewd. Their charming & charismatic nature seems sincere though, which is why they are Qin Shi’s favorite. Not just consumed with vanity but also a genuine desire to have those around them happy. It is what he wants for China. What all this effort has been for. He sometimes thinks they are they only one who can see that

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok hades #record of ragnarok hc #ror headcanons #ror hc #poseidon #ror poseidon #record of ragnarok poseidon #poseidon x reader #leonidas #ror leonidas #record of ragnarok leonidas #leonidas x reader #qin shi huang #ror qin shi huang #record of ragnarok qin shi huang #qin shi huang x reader

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jadeshifting · 6 months ago

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— THE HOGWARTS LIBRARY ( AND CREEPING INTO THE RESTRICTED SECTION )

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the library at Hogwarts isn’t just a room with books—it’s a labyrinth of enchanted shelves, shadowy corners, and straight-up chaos hidden in an elaborate Dewey Decimal disguise. it’s got that faint scent of parchment and polished wood, with a hint of ink that never quite fades

the organization system? a Ravenclaw’s fever dream, where books shelve themselves according to moods or relevance, and the enchantments sometimes switch them around just for kicks. find the Charms section in row five today? tomorrow, it might be two aisles over and under a Protection Charm

the librarian, Madam Pince, is a force of nature—like if a hawk wore bifocals and had a no-nonsense streak a mile wide. cross her, and she’ll hit you with a glare so sharp it feels like a spell (and at least two weeks of detention)

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study groups camp out at the long, candlelit tables, hunched over ancient tomes and half-eaten chocolate frogs. popular picks include “Hogwarts: A History” (to win arguments), “1,001 Potions You’ll Probably Fail to Brew”, and “Unfogging the Future” (mostly to mock Trelawney, though some end up finding it quite riveting). don’t underestimate the less flashy areas—hidden in those dusty archives are one-of-a-kind works, like diaries from the founders and spellbooks that physically hum with power

though, for the more prone to trouble and the less interested in academic integrity, you may find yourself more intrigued by what’s below it all…

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THE RESTRICTED SECTION

now, the Restricted Section? that’s not a library. that’s a test of nerve, guile, and how much you really want that illegal knowledge. to get in the front door, you either need a signed note (good luck with that) or a serious streak of rebellion. sneaking past Madam Pince? you better bribe Peeves to not rat you out, dodge the patrolling enchanted quills, and avoid the whispering books that tattletale louder than Filch after curfew

★⋆. ࿐࿔ once inside, it’s like stepping into another world. the FIRST LEVEL is dark and moody, with books chained to their shelves—literal restricted access. they’ll hiss at you or snap their covers shut if you’re not worthy—but it doesn’t stop at books. tucked between the stacks, there are pensieve memories, cursed artifacts, and spell components so volatile they’re kept under stasis spells

★⋆. ࿐࿔ moving deeper down, there are staircases (moving, of course) leading to levels few students even know about. the SECOND LEVEL? all about lost history, with maps that redraw themselves, diaries written in blood, and enchanted scrolls that show what could have been if certain spells hadn’t been cast. the THIRD LEVEL? forbidden magics—runes glowing faintly in the dark, ancient wands that whisper when you pass, and spellbooks so intense they emit heat

★⋆. ࿐࿔ the BOTTOM LEVELS? rumor has it they’re practically alive. entire rooms shift and expand like the castle itself, and the air smells of aged magic and danger. there’s talk of unspeakable artifacts: the blueprint of Hogwarts itself, spells to erase memories entirely, and magical experiments left unfinished. if you’re down here, it’s not for homework—it’s because you’re playing with fire, and you know it

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the Hogwarts library is a breeding ground for wild rumors and absolute madcap tales. if you stay in tune with the grapevine, there’s more drama hidden in those stacks than there is in all of the common rooms combined. whispers float about students concocting elaborate heists to breach the Restricted Section, some involving invisibility cloaks, Polyjuice-fueled disguises, or straight-up bribes to Peeves (pro tip: he accepts dungbombs and chaos as payment)

A (NOT-SO) GREAT HEIST

one infamous story is about Barnaby Crasswell, a Hufflepuff of all people, who tried sneaking in by levitating a decoy version of himself in the main library while he slipped into the Restricted Section cloaked under a Disillusionment Charm. he didn’t account for one crucial detail—his floating double started violently spinning like a top and caused such a scene Madam Pince nearly blew a gasket. he landed a week of detention scrubbing potion stains out of cauldrons, and his real punishment? a lifetime ban on borrowing books from Hogwarts

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the rumors about what students go looking for? next level. there’s talk of a fifth-year Ravenclaw attempting to track down spells for time travel, thinking he could use it to ace his OWLs by reliving test days (spoiler: he didn’t, but he did live in detention for a month). then there was that Gryffindor who supposedly went digging for a potion to resurrect dead pets after her pygmy puff tragically bit it during a Transfiguration mishap (RIP Buttons). and we’d better not forget about the Slytherin duo who searched for the literal recipe for eternal youth—

then there’s the lore about what’s actually down there. people swear they’ve seen enchanted blueprints of the castle’s hidden passageways, including a map of a supposed 15th dungeon where secret experiments were conducted. others claim there’s a book full of Unforgivable Curses even darker than the standard three, or a locked journal from Salazar Slytherin himself detailing spells that could rewrite magical lineage, and whispers that there’s a potion hidden down there, created centuries ago, that lets you see the face of your true love—but drinking it comes at a price so wild, no one who’s found it has dared

who knows whether any of it’s true? no one—but now that we’ve gotten past what you could find down there, let’s talk about how you could find it…

THE SLYTHERIN’S GUIDE TO BREAKING INTO THE RESTRICTED SECTION: A MASTERCLASS IN CHAOS AND CUNNING

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— KNOW YOUR TIMING.

timing is everything, babe. the library’s busiest hours? hard pass. aim for the twilight zone—late evening, when most students are snoozing or panicking about half-done essays. Madam Pince might be stalking the shelves like a hawk, but even she has limits, usually around curfew. keep it sleek and under-the-radar

— THE DECOY DANCE.

step one: deploy a Grade-A distraction. have someone (Pansy’s a pro at this) fake a “library emergency”—think exaggerated fainting spells, loud arguments over nonexistent overdue books, or a rogue enchanted quill causing a scene in the Herbology aisle. while the librarian’s losing her marbles over the chaos, you need to be making moves

— GEAR UP.

no one with any success in troublemaking relies on luck alone. you’ll need…

— an invisibility cloak (if someone’s got connections)

— a silencing charm (those creaky floorboards show no mercy)

— Dungbombs or Portable Swamps (for emergency exits)

— a teensy-tiny Lumos charm (nothing screams “i’m up to no good” like tripping over your own robes in the dark)

— GETTING PAST THE GATE.

the Restricted Section is guarded by enchanted chains tighter than a Gringotts vault. you’ve got two main options:

OPTION A … classic Alohomora. works on a good day, but those chains sometimes have extra spells layered in, so be ready to improvise

OPTION B … the Librarian’s Key, if you wanna be really sure. pro tip? Millicent once swiped it by “accidentally” returning a borrowed book laced with a mild Sticking Charm

— NOW THAT YOU’RE INSIDE.

congratulations on getting this far—now stick close to the shadows; those shelves have been known to move

watch out for enchanted books that scream bloody murder when touched (i swear one almost gave me a heart attack)

know your exit plan before you even grab your prize. fire exits aren’t just for Muggles

— GRAB-AND-GO ETIQUETTE.

don’t be greedy. the golden rule? one book at a time. more than that, and you’ll trip some seriously aggressive enchantments. and for Merlin’s sake, do not open the books in there. half of them are hexed, and you don’t want to spend the next week croaking like a toad AND in detention

— THE GETAWAY.

once you’ve snagged your prize, act like nothing happened. the Restricted Section is a no-go for most students, but if you’re caught on the way out? a well-placed lie about being on an urgent Potions errand (“Slughorn sent me!”) could be the thing that saves your ass

— COVER YOUR TRACKS.

any evidence that points to your daring escapade? destroy it. burn the notes, wipe the fingerprints, and for the love of Salazar, don’t blab about it to any Gryffindors

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SOME FINAL NOTES . this method isn’t some ridiculous (Gryffindor) stunt—no theatrics, no martyrdom, just slick strategy and sharper instincts. with these tips, you’ll be in and out without a trace, leaving everyone wondering how the hell you pulled it off. just pure excellence, darling

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Part 2- When the stars fall

Jenna Ortega x Male Reader

Request - It's a jenna ortega x male reader where jenna is a cat burglar and reader is a vigilante who runs into her every night.

Jenna told you to meet her at the arcade, you see her waving at you. You waved back and you stand in front of her, people are going in and out of the arcade.

“Why are we here?” You asked

“Because you don't know how to have fun. And my boyfriend - “

Jenna noticted what she said and she started to stutter. You and Jenna have been going on dates but haven't made it official yet.

“I’m your boyfriend?” You asked

You and Jenna are smiling at each other, and she nods.

“Yeah, you are my boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?” Jenna smiled

“I have a girlfriend, who has a beautiful smile,” You said

You grab her hand.

“You need to learn how to have fun. All you do is work and go home and you need to break that routine, Y/N” Jenna said

You lied to Jenna saying you just work and go home and don't go out unless it is very important.

“So coming to an arcade I will have fun?” You asked

“Duh. Be serious, what was the last video game you played?” Jenna said

You whispered so low that she couldn't hear you.

“Y/N, come on tell me,” Jenna said

“Okay, fine. The last game I played was Candyland” You said

“The board game? You can't be serious” Jenna said

She sees that you didn't laugh or change your answer, you stare at her and she is surprised.

“Oh, you are serious. Wow, Y/N were even a child growing up?” Jenna said

“For fun, my dad would let me sit with him in meetings while I eat my snacks,” You said

“Oh my god, Y/N that isn't fun,” Jenna said

She holds your hand and dragged you inside. The first game is to shoot at zombies, she puts in the tokens.

“Just shot at the zombies, it will be fun” Jenna smiled

“Okay, I will try,” You said

You and Jenna start to play the game. You are starting to have fun and she is impressed with your aim.

“You are good with your aim, I thought you would suck,” Jenna said

“My dad used to take me hunting,” You said

You and Jenna started to play again, but you and Jenna died in the game. The next game, you and Jenna start to play Street Fighter.

“What do I do?” You asked

Jenna couldn't help to giggle “Okay, pick any character you want”

She picked Zangief.

“Okay, I’m guessing I will this guy with the yellow hair and tank top,” You said

“His name is Guile,” Jenna said

The game starts and she starts to hit your character.

“Wait! What are the buttons” You said

“The red button is for punching and kicking. And to defend is the yellow button or just move back” Jenna said

Jenna shows you how to fight. You hit her character and you felt excited and she starts to laugh. But Jenna did beat you with the special combo and you wanted a rematch but you lost again. The game you are going to play is Dance Dance Revolution, she explained the rules. She dragged you onto the game and she put the tokens in. But you managed to get a token and put it in your pocket and she picked the music. You and Jenna start to press the arrows but you are looking down and she isn't

“Y/N, look at the screen, not your feet,” Jenna said

“But-”

“Y/N, trust me just look at the screen and try to follow the arrows,” Jenna said

You looked at the screen but not for long. The game is over and Jenna beat you and you are breathing hard. You and Jenna leave the arcade but she takes you somewhere to eat burgers and fries.

“It seems you had fun, Y/N” Jenna said

“I did. I never did anything like that” You said

“What your parents kept you in a room all day?” Jenna asked

“No. I was an only child, everything had to be in order. When I became a teenager, I was sent to boarding school in upstate. The last birthday they celebrated was when I turned eight years old. Boarding school wasn't easy, I didn't know how to make friends so I just kept to myself” You said

“What about the rich people around you? Wouldn't they be your friends?” Jenna asked

“I don't trust them, and they only care about business. Why did you dip your French fries in the milkshake?” You said

“Not one friend?” Jenna asked

“I don't have a huge group of friends. I have a very small group” You said

“You never tasted French fries with a milkshake?” Jenna said in disbelief

“No. My mom didn't let me have fast food because of all the chemicals” You said

Jenna shakes her head in disbelief.

“Just dip it in your milkshake, just do it,” Jenna said

You dipped the French fries into the milkshake, then you ate it.

“So?” Jenna asked

“I can't believe what I have been missing out. Jenna, this is so good!” You said

Jenna laughed and she watched you eat more. After eating, you drive her home, and she holds your hand. You stopped at a red light then she pulled you into a kiss, you kept kissing her. She holds on to your shirt while kissing then the car behind you starts honking then you pull away. You and Jenna just smiled and she starts to stare at you.

Charlie is in the apartment with Emma, but she is in the living room. While Charlie is trying to find money for his fix, he sneaks into Jenna’s bedroom. He starts to go through clothes and her purse to find money, but doesn't find anything. He starts to think about where she would hide money. Then he noticed a booksafe by her mirror and he opened it and it was unlocked and he took out the money. He started to count the money and he put it in his pocket.

“What are you doing in our room?” Emma asked

Emma shares a room with Jenna.

“Nothing. I was looking for a phone charger but she took it. What do you want?” Charlie said

“There’s a expensive car in front of the building,” Emma said

“No way,” Charlie said

“Look outside,” Emma said

Charlie and Emma look out the window. They see Jenna getting out of a Rolls-Royce Ghost Black, then they see a guy come out and kiss Jenna on the lips. Jenna goes inside while Charlie and Emma leave Jenna’s room. They wait for her by the door and Jenna gets scared, because she didn't expect them to be by the door.

“Who was that you kissed?” Charlie asked

“Wait, were you two spying on me?” Jenna asked

“Who you was with right now? That car is very expensive” Charlie said

“I was out, that's all I'm going to say,” Jenna said

“Is he cute?” Emma asked

“Jenna has a rich boyfriend and she didn't want to tell us,” Charlie said

“Just mind your business,” Jenna said

Charlie starts to follow her.

“Since he is rich, now you can steal from him,” Charlie said

“I’m not going to steal from him!” Jenna yelled

“Why not? Rich people won't even notice their money or jewrly is missing. Rich people pretend to care about people like us but they don't! They only people us because they want votes. We live in a shithole and they don't care how we live. You are going to steal from him and I don't care if you don't like it” Charlie said

“Charlie, you can't make her do that,” Emma said

“You are not the boss of me, Charlie” Jenna said

“Rich guys don't care about anyone else but themselves!? Your new boyfriend will dump you once you don't have sex with him. You are just a charity to him!” Charlie yelled

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? I'm not going to whore myself to any rich guy i see! You will not tell me what to do! Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!” Jenna yelled

“You are going to steal from him!” Charlie yelled

Jenna and Charlie are starting to scream at each other.

“Enough!” Emma yelled

“I’m leaving. Remember, Jenna you were nothing before Emma and I found you” Charlie said angrily

He leaves the apartment and Jenna goes to her bedroom.

“Charlie-”

“He is an asshole! Telling me what to do and to steal from Y/N-” Jenna rambled

“So his name is Y/N. Is he really your boyfriend?” Emma said

“Yeah, I was on a date with him. We had fun on our date. It's nice to go on a date when someone isn't a jerk” Jenna said

“Remember your last ex-boyfriend, who named himself Snake so he could sound cool” Emma laughed

“Shut up. I can't believe what I was thinking about dating him, he was such a loser” Jenna giggled

“Long as you are happy then I will like him,” Emma said

“Thanks,” Jenna said

Emma left Jenna alone to give her space. Jenna goes to her room, she lies in her bed and she starts to remember how she met Charlie and Emma…

{FlashBack}

Jenna turned eighteen years old and she was attached to her foster mom, but hated her foster dad. The system stopped sending checks to the foster family when Jenna turned eighteen. The foster dad, grabbed all of Jenna’s clothes and threw them out on the lawn.

“Where am I supposed to go!?” Jenna cried

“I don't care where you go but you can't be here. They stopped sending checks and I won't let you stay here” He said

“Please” Jenna cried again.

“She needs our help. We can't let her live on the streets” She said

“No! She leaves right now. She won't stay here for free!” He yelled

Before he went inside the house, Jenna grabbed his arm. But he smacked Jenna and she fells to the ground, but his wife stands in front of him to protect Jenna. He goes inside then she follows her husband inside, Jenna stands up and continues to cry more. She grabbed some clothes and then starts to walk away, but the foster home came out of the house

“Jenna, here take this,” She said

She gives money to Jenna.

“I don't know where to go. Why I can't stay?” Jenna cried

“I wish you could stay, but he won't let you,” She said

Jenna hugged her tight. Then Jenna walked away crying harder. Jenna just started to walk and has no idea where she was going.

Jenna has been on the streets for a few days now. But the night got worse, it started to rain hard, and she sat next to a dumpster. A thug went up to Jenna, started to harrass her but she started to fight back. But Charlie and Emma were walking by and they saw Jenna in trouble. Charlie started to fight the thug while Emma pulled Jenna away, they ran away with Jenna.

“Thank you,” Jenna said

“No problem. Are you okay?” Emma asked

“I’m fine,” Jenna said

“You shouldn't be in this area late at night” Charlie said

“I don't have a home anymore and I didn't know where to go, I been sleeping in that alley for a few days,” Jenna said

Charlie and Emma looked at each other.

“My name is Emma Myers and he is Charlie. We used to live in orphanage but we never got adopted” Emma said

“My name is Jenna. I was living with my foster family but i turned eighteen and he kicked me out” Jenna said

“You can live with us. We can show you how to survive because if we leave you alone, you won't last for a month on your own” Charlie said

Jenna followed them home. Emma let Jenna wear her old clothes and she will be sharing a room with Emma.

“Why there are mannequins with bells?” Jenna asked

“We steal from people without getting caught. When the bell rings that means you got caught” Charlie said

Emma stands next to Jenna, but Jenna doesn't feel that Emma is stealing her rings.

“Cute rings. Where did you get the blue ring?” Emma said

Jenna was about to talk about the ring then noticed both rings were missing.

“My rings! I didn't take-”

“Here. See how you didn't notice i stole from you, that's why we practice on the mannequins. We mostly steal from tourists and we use the cash to buy food or clothes” Emma said

“Emma is also a hacker and a good one,” Charlie said

“What you do?” Jenna asked

“The muscle and the distraction. You can

Stay with us and it's only us two, we can teach you everything that we know” Charlie smiled

“Thank you” Jenna smiled

“We have some pizza left over that you can have,” Emma said

“Pizza is fine, I haven't eaten in days,” Jenna said

Charlie and Emma accepted Jenna into their group. Jenna’s look started to change, she got a nose pierced, and red highlights. Charlie and Emma would teach Jenna how to steal by using the mannequins. Jenna would get frustrated because the bell would ring when she made a mistake.

{FlashEnds.}

Jenna gets up from her bed. She noticted her safebook has been moved, she went to open it and the money was gone. She starts to look around the bedroom for the money.

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You took Jenna out on a date then she got in your car.

“You live here!?” Jenna said too loud.

You took her the mansion to keep spending time with her.

“Yeah, my family’s home,” You said

Jenna’s mood changed, now she started to think about what Charlie said. You are talking and Jenna thinks you want to have sex with her.

Jenna gets on top of you, then she starts to kiss you. You are confused of what is going on, but she continues to kiss you. Jenna takes off her shirt then she starts to unbutton your shirt. You grabbed her hands and stopped her.

“Jenna, what are you doing?” You asked

“Going to have sex with you. That's what you want Y/N, and if i say no-”

“Stop. Jenna, I don't want our first time in my car. And what makes you think if I say no then we will break up or I would do something worse?” You said

You let go of her hands.

“My friend Charlie said If i don't put out then you will break up with me. He thinks rich people only care about their needs and you… you are only with me because it is a charity -”

“Jenna, I’m going to stop you right there. I'm not dating you just for sex or because I have a complex that I need to fix just because I'm bored. Your friend is wrong and an idiot. I like being with you and I really like you. I wanted to show you where I live and i want to keep opening up to you” You said

“I feel the same way, I really do. I’m sorry” Jenna said

“It’s okay. Please put on your shirt, I did mean it I don't want our first time in my car” You said

You and Jenna smiled at each other, then she put on her shirt again. She followed you into the mansion and she looked around. You and Jenna are in the living room, then she sees a huge painting of your family when you were a teenager.

“You can say it,” You said

“Say what?” Jenna asked

“You can ask why I look completely different from them,” You said

“I didn't want to be rude,” Jenna said

“Actually, I'm adopted. They are a rich family old money, for many generations they have been rich. She couldn't have kids so they went to the orphanage and they adopted me. I became privileged because of them, but my dad passed away” You said

“Sorry about your dad. What about your mom?” Jenna said

“She blames me for my father’s death. Since the funeral, I haven't seen her, and our communication went downhill. The last time i heard she was in Florida heading to Europe” You said

“Can't believe she blames you for your dad’s death. I'm from the orphanage too. I was sent to a foster home, i really liked my foster my mom because she was nice but i hated my foster dad” Jenna said

“Why?” You asked

“He used to hit me and the other foster kids when she was at work. Once I turned eighteen, he kicked me out because they stopped sending checks. I been living in the streets ever since” Jenna said.

“Did you ever meet your birth parents?” You asked

“No. They didn't want me, why I should look for them?” Jenna said

“I think you should look for them when you are ready” You said

“What about your birth parents?” Jenna asked

“They were junkies and they didn't stop using, the last time I saw them. They didn't care about me, i accepted the fact and moved on. But i think you should find your parents and get the answers you need” You said

“I won’t do it, babe. Charlie said they won't care and they won't be happy to see me” Jenna said

You don't like her response. Not meeting Charlie but you get the sense you wont like him, if you ever meet him in person. You and Jenna sit on the couch, she sits very close to you while talking she holds your hand.

You lean in slowly and you kiss her on the lips. She put her hand on your cheek and she starts to kiss you back, her lipgloss is getting on your lips. You and Jenna moved closer then you start to kiss her neck and she started to smile. You kiss her again on the lips then Alfred walks in cleared his throat and she moved away. You stand up then Jenna stood up.

“Jenna this is Alfred, my butler. Alfred this is Jenna and she is my girlfriend” You said

“Nice to meet you, Jenna. Master Y/N, you have a visitor” Alfred said

“Do I have to have a reason to visit my ex-boyfriend” Zendaya smiled

“This is my girlfriend Jenna. And this is an old friend Zendaya” You said

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jenna said

“We used to date then life got in the way. Y/N, I need to talk to you in private” Zendaya said

“I should leave. Babe, call me” Jenna said

Jenna kissed you on the lips.

“I will drive her home, master Y/N,” Alfred said

“Thank you. I will call you later or tomorrow, okay” You said

Jenna walks away with Alfred.

“Do you want a drink?” You asked

“You know what I like,” Zendaya said

You went to grab the whiskey bottle and pour it into her cup. You give it to her and you pour yourself a drink.

“What did you want to talk about?” You asked

“My friend is missing and I need your help finding her. Was on lead trying to figure out where Firefly was going to start the fire. Firefly has been on a rampage lately on Metro City” Zendaya said

“I arrested Firefly last month,” You said

“Yes, I know. At first, we thought it was someone else but we know Firefly doesn't play well with others. I did go to the cops to report a missing person but they were no help. Can you help me find her?” Zendaya said

“I will help. Just give me everything she gave you and the last time you spoke to her” You said

“Does Jenna know about Night Fist?” Zendaya asked

“No. We are still getting to know each other” You said

“Can you trust her?” Zendaya asked

“Yes,” You said

“I will see you around, Night Fist,” Zendaya said

“See you around, Starlight,” You said

“Maybe you should join the team again and we can fight bad guys like before,” Zendaya said

“I’m still waiting on the invite for your friends to send me,” You said

“You are getting better with sarcasm” Zendaya smiled

She gives you back the cup and she leaves your mansion. Alfred came back and he figured you would be in the hideout training. You are punching the dummy hard

“Jenna is a sweet girl. How did you meet her?” Alfred said

“She was a waitress when I went to the charity event a while back. But i met her at the coffee shop while standing in line” You said

You stopped training when you seen an alert on the computer screen.

“Why are you going after Scarecrow?” Alfred asked

“He knows something about my father. He saw my father two weeks before his death” You said

You wipe the sweat off your body with the towel, then you start to put on your suit.

“He won't give up the answers you want easily” Alfred said

“I will make him,” You said

Alfred knows he can't stop you. But once you left then he gets on the computer and called Zendaya and told her where you were going.

•——•

You find Scarecrow alone in the abandoned asylum.

“Let him go, Scarecrow,” You said

He did let the victim run away then Scarecrow turned around and faced you.

“Night Fist, my friend its been a long time” Scarecrow smirked

“I want answers from you. Why did you meet with Wayne Stark before his death?” You said

He starts to walk towards you.

“Why do you care about Wayne Stark? I might have seen him before his death or I could have helped him”

You run towards him then you grabbed him his shirt and pick him up.

“Tell me why you went to see him!?” You yelled

He laughed and that made You angrier. You slammed him onto the ground and your rage has taken over you.

“I didn't kill him! But i made him suffer! Because of him, my project was stopped and we lost everything!” Scarecrow yelled

“Who sent you to kill him!?!” You screamed

“He is watching all over of us. He is stronger than you!” Scarecrow laughed

“Who!?” You yelled

You punched him in the face, then he sprayed fear toxin into your face. You inhaled the toxins. But your rage isnt gone, you started to punch him multiple times in the face.

“You have failed me, Y/N,” Your father said

The toxins are making you hallucinate and Scarecrow laughed.

“I didn't fail you!” You yelled

“You failed everyone! Metro City, doesn't see you as their hero!” Scarecrow yelled

You kept punching him. Zendaya arrived she used her light beam to push you off him. Then she stands in front of you and you still want to go after Scarecrow.

“Stop!” Zendaya yelled

She used energy projection to stop you and you hit the brick wall. She grabbed you and she used flight to leave and she took you back to your place. She takes off your mask and you are still unconscious. Then She tells Alfred what happened and he uses the cure to get rid of the fear toxins. You start to wake up and you sit up

“What happened?” You asked

“You lost it. You almost killed him” Zendaya said

“I have to go after him now,” You said

She stopped you.

“You are not going anywhere for now. You almost crossed the line, remember about your code” Zendaya said

“She is right, master Y/N” Alfred said

“I have to go. But Alfred, keep me updated” Zendaya said

“Of course,” Alfred said

She left and you sighed heavily. You start to tell him what happened then Alfred.

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Jenna and her friends went to meet with Roulette.

“You are late,” Emma said

“Sorry, traffic was bad,” Jenna said

“Stop lying, Jenna. We have to be on her good side. Stop being late or you won't get a cut” Charlie said

Jenna was going to say something but Roulette walked in. She sits down in her chair and stares at them.

“Why are we here?” Jenna asked

“I need you three to go to a masquerade party. You three are low life criminals and no one will pay attention to you three” Roulette said

“We are not low-life criminals,” Jenna said angrily

“I don't care what you three call yourselves,” Roulette said

“We will take the job. How does it pay?” Charlie said

“Charlie!” Emma and Jenna yelled at him.

“Desperate. I need you three to steal the security ID of a CEO Pym technology. When you get the ID bring it back to me at once” Roulette said

“How does it pay?” Charlie said

“Fifty thousand” Roulette said

They looked at each other then they started to whisper to each other.

“Do we have a deal?” Roulette asked

“Yes,” They said.

She gives them a picture of how the CEO looks. Before they leave Roulette says something to them.

“Don’t betray me. Jenna, by the way, tell Y/N, I say hello. And Emma, hack into my system and I will open a third eye in your head. The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat." Roulette said

“I don't know -”

“Make them leave” Roulette said to her bodyguards

They get kicked out.

“I don't think we should take the job from her” Emma said

“We are taking the job!” Charlie yelled

He walks away then Jenna and Emma looked at each other.

You are standing on the roof, holding a guy’s ankle over the edge of the roof. He is screaming and begging for you not to drop him.

“Tell me why, Roulette back in town?” You asked

“Okay! I will tell you. She wants to steal something from the Pym technology building. They are making something that gives normal people powers. Roulette knows about the party where the CEO Hank will be. But masks only. Please don't kill me” He cried

You bring him over the edge then tie up his wrists.

“The cops will arrive soon. Thanks for the tip” You said

•—•—-•

Jenna arrived at the party with her friends, Roulette put their fake names on the list. Jenna has on a mask and a beautiful dress, and Charlie is in the back room watching the bodyguards of each rich people have around them. Emma is in the van outside, she is using her burner laptop and she is trying to hack into Hank’s phone.

Jenna starts to walk around and she sees Hank. She starts to walk toward him but he noticted her now he walks towards Jenna.

“You look beautiful. Do you have a name?” Hank asked

“My name is Remi. What about you?” Jenna said

“Hank. How about I get you a drink, then we dance together and you leave with me tonight?” Hank smirked

“Sounds like a perfect idea” Jenna smiled

Jenna watched his hands. But he takes out his phone form the inside of his blazer and she spotted the ID. Then she noticted his bodyguards watching her but she didn't panic.

You arrived at the party with a mask on. You see a lot of people you know and have done business with. You start to walk around and you see Hank talking to a mysterious woman. You know its Hank because you recognized his bodyguard, and slowly you walked towards him. Jenna is flirting with him and she slowly moves closer to him. She put her hand on his chest before she could reach into his blazer, you stepped in…

“May I have this dance?” You asked her.

“She is mine,” Hank said

You grabbed his wrist but his bodyguard was about to punch you, but you let go of Hank.

“Walk away,” You said

The bodyguard pulls Hank away and his wife stepped in, but she doesn't know what happened. He walked away with his wife then you look at the women he was going to dance with.

“His wife is the jealous type. Do you want to dance?” you said

“Do you have a wife?” Jenna asked

“No,” You said

You start to dance with her. You stare into her eyes and something about her brings you in, then it hit you. It’s Jenna but you don't say a word. You know her touch, you know the feeling when she holds your hand. Jenna recognized your eyes but she didn't say your name. You and Jenna just keep dancing and staring into each other's eyes.

•——•——•

Roulette is angry that Charlie and his friend failed. She punched him in the face with a brass knuckle then he fell to the ground.

“You idiot!” Roulette yelled

“I’m sorry! But it was Jenna’s fault! She failed to get it not me!” Charlie yelled

She kicked him in the stomach and he was in pain.

“I gave you a chance to get rid of your debt. But now, you owe me the money and I'm adding interest. Gun!” Roulette yelled

One of the bodyguards gave her a gun.

“Wait!” Charlie yelled

She aims the gun at him.

“What?” Roulette asked

“I will get you the money! I promise. Jenna has a rich boyfriend and I can get you the money” Charlie said

She already knows that Jenna is dating Y/N.

“I don't care how you get the money. Just bring me the money you owe or this bullet is going in your head” Roulette said

She moved an inch away from his head then pulled the trigger. Charlie screamed in and all he hears is the ringing sound in his ears.

“What are you going to do?” Roulette asked

“I will bring you the money I owe,” Charlie said

“Good. Throw him in the trash outside where he belongs” Roulette said

They picked up Charlie and they throw him against the dumpster outside. He struggled to stand up and his body was in terrible pain. He starts to walk home and he starts to think of how to get the money to pay her back.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader

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oddyseye · 4 months ago

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What is your opinion on Emily Wilson’s translations of the odyssey & Iliad

Translation is about precision, weight, and nuance, and Wilson throws all that out the window in favor of making Homer “accessible” to a modern audience. That’s the real issue here: her work prioritizes accessibility over accuracy, depth, and poetic integrity.

Homer’s Odyssey is lyrical. It’s poetic. It demands a sense of rhythm and weight. And what does Wilson do? She strips it down to the most basic, plain, casual language imaginable. She turns Odysseus into some dude who just happens to be narrating his life like it’s a diary entry instead of an epic that shaped millennia of literature.

If you want Homer (the real, poetic, gut-wrenching Homer) you go to Fagles, Lattimore, Mandelbaum, or even the archaic but deeply poetic Chapman. If you want a version that captures all of the depth without dumbing it down, go with Caroline Alexander’s Iliad. A woman translator who didn’t feel the need to strip Homer of his complexity (and the ACTUAL first woman to translate it, mind you!!!)

Wilson’s work isn’t bad per se. If you just want a quick, breezy read of Homer, sure, she’ll do. But if you want Homer, if you want the blood, the anguish, the gods trembling on their thrones, then Wilson’s translations are insultingly basic. They are an entry point, at best. But if you stop there, you’re missing the true power of these epics.

Take the famous first line: Ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα, παλύτροπον ὃς νο νεος πλάγχθη, ἐπεὶ Τροίης ἡ ἱερὸν πτολίεθρον περα hele πολλών δ ᾿ ἀνθρώπὼν ἴδεν ἄστεα καὶ νόον ἵ ἔγνω, πολλὰ δ' ὅ Υ ἐν πόντῳ πάθεν ἄλγεα κατὰ θυµον, ἀρνύμενδε ήν τε € ψυχὴν καὶ νόστον ἑταίρων. My translation: Sing to me, O Muse, of that man, who was driven far and wide, after he had sacked the sacred citadel of Troy. Many cities of men did he see and learn their ways, and many sorrows he suffered in the deep sea while trying to save his life and bring his men home. Wilson’s translation: Tell me about a complicated man. Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost when he had wrecked the holy town of Troy, and where he went, and who he met, the pain he suffered in the storms at sea, and how he worked to save his life and bring his men back home.

…Excuse me? That’s it? That’s what we’re opening with?

Complicated is a word you use for your ex who ghosted you for two months and then slid back into your DMs like nothing happened. It’s weak. It’s flat. Polytropos means "many-turning," "twisting," "full of cunning and guile". It carries layers of meaning about Odysseus' intellect, adaptability, and deceit. But Wilson waters it down to "complicated," a word so broad and noncommittal it could apply to a goddamn houseplant that won’t stay alive.

This is my biggest issue with her Odyssey. She flattens Homer’s intricate, layered language into modern, sterile phrasing. She turns a poem into something that reads like it belongs in a middle school English class. And I get it, okay? Not everyone wants to wade through the complexities of poetic translation. But if you strip Homer of his artistry, what is even the point?

Odysseus is not relatable. He is not just a “complicated man.” He is a liar. A survivor. A poet. A killer. A king and a wanderer. The voice of his story should feel like it belongs to a man who has seen the edge of death and laughed in its face. Not someone who just got out of a messy breakup and needs to process his emotions over a pumpkin spice latte. Athena? Poseidon? Hermes? In Homer, they feel vast, like forces beyond human understanding. Wilson’s version? They might as well be casual workplace supervisors, checking in on their guy to see if he’s hitting his quarterly goals.

Then came her Iliad. And gods help me, she did it again.

The Iliad is not just a war story. It is the war story. It is a brutal, raw, terrifying, beautiful masterpiece that drags you onto the battlefield and forces you to feel the blood soaking into the dirt. It is poetry that moves like a storm, swelling with rage, grief, fury, and honor. Every line is drenched in myth, fate, and the crushing weight of mortality. It is not supposed to feel simple. It is supposed to feel overwhelming.

And yet, somehow, Wilson makes it feel like a historical documentary with voiceover narration. Her Iliad lacks brutality. It lacks weight. The language is clean, straightforward, and, worst of all, forgettable.

Homer’s descriptions of battle wounds, of armor shattering, of men crying out as they fall. These moments should feel like thunderclaps. They should make the reader flinch. They should make you feel like you are right there, watching a world built on violence tear itself apart. But in Wilson’s version, it all feels so…polite. Like we’re watching a news report instead of living inside a mythic war.

And Achilles? Oh, Achilles.

Achilles should be rage incarnate. He should be untouchable, terrifying, beautiful, and doomed all at once. His grief should feel like an earthquake. His vengeance should feel like a divine reckoning. But in Wilson’s version, it’s just… sad boy hours. Her Achilles is fine, but he’s not the Achilles. He doesn’t shake the heavens. He doesn’t make you afraid. And if you don’t feel the fear of Achilles, then you have completely misunderstood him.

If Homer is a towering mountain of fire, an eternal song of gods and heroes echoing through the halls of history, then Emily Wilson’s translations are a dim, flickering LED bulb in an overpriced AirBnB. Lifeless, soulless, designed to make basic people feel like they’re experiencing something grand while removing everything that actually makes it grand.

Homer is not a novel. Homer is not a beach read. Homer is not something you should be able to breeze through like it’s the latest Netflix adaptation of a half-baked Greek mythology YA series.

Homer is vast. He is cosmic. He is a voice calling out from an age where gods still walked the earth, where warriors lived and died by their names, where fate was a force stronger than any man’s will.

And Emily Wilson? She flattens it. She strips it of poetry. She shrinks Homer down to fit into a neat little modern box where everything is clear, simple, and easy to digest.

She translates Homer as if his grandeur is a barrier to be broken down rather than the entire point of the text.

His poetry is dense because it is immense. His epics are sprawling because they are meant to capture the sheer, incomprehensible weight of the world he describes. When you read Homer, you should feel like you are standing at the edge of time itself, staring into the fire-lit past, listening to a voice that has been singing for thousands of years.

She has taken one of the most majestic, ferocious, poetic voices in literary history and neutered it into casual prose that would not be out of place in a modern novel.

She has removed the rhythm, the fire, the breathless intensity that makes Homer’s epics epic.

Homer does not need to be simplified. He does not need to be made “accessible.” He is accessible, if you have the patience to listen to his song instead of demanding he speak in the dull, flattened language of today.

If you want to read Homer, read Fagles, Lattimore, Alexander, Chapman, anyone but Wilson. Because Wilson’s Homer is not Homer. It is his corpse, gutted and hollowed out, wearing his name like a mask.

I’ll give her this: she is one of the few translators who correctly translates the people in Odysseus’ house as slaves rather than dodging the word with softer, more palatable terms like “servants” or “maids.” And that is, objectively, the right call. Because that’s what they were. Slaves. Enslaved people. Owned. Their lives were not their own, and to pretend otherwise is a dishonest whitewashing of the past.

Fine. Credit where it’s due. She was willing to be blunt about that in a way a lot of male translators have not been.

But.

And this is a big but.

She takes it too far.

Yes, the enslaved status of the people in Odysseus’ house matters. Yes, it’s important to acknowledge the power dynamics at play. But not every single reference to them needs to be hammering home the word ‘slave’ when Homer himself is not constantly doing it.

Homer’s Greek doesn’t just call them “slaves” every time they appear. Sometimes they’re household workers, sometimes they’re serving women! The point is, Homer’s text has variety. He doesn’t feel the need to shove their enslaved status into every line, because their actions, circumstances, and fates already make that clear.

Wilson, though? She will not let you forget for a single goddamn second that they are slaves. Even when the Greek text is using a different term. Even when the original doesn’t explicitly remind us. It’s like she’s standing over the reader’s shoulder, going, “Did you forget? Did you forget that they’re slaves? Huh? Huh? Did you?” And that kind of heavy-handedness actually reduces the impact rather than enhancing it. Because instead of allowing the reader to absorb the reality of their status naturally through the story, she is constantly, aggressively pointing it out, making it feel like a modern political statement rather than something emerging organically from the text itself.

It’s like if a translator took The Iliad and, every single time Achilles is mentioned, they wrote "Achilles, a traumatized war victim suffering from PTSD, fueled by toxic masculinity and colonialist violence", even when the Greek text just says Achilles. Like, yeah, we get it, but you don’t have to rewrite the entire tone of the epic to spell it out for us every five seconds.

So, yeah. She gets one gold star for being accurate where so many before her were dishonest. But she loses that same gold star for swinging so hard in the opposite direction that it becomes grating and intrusive.

One thing I can’t deny, though? Wilson’s translation is crisp. She doesn’t get bogged down in convoluted, archaic English like some older translators (looking at you, Lattimore), and she isn’t inserting flowery nonsense that isn’t in the Greek (hi, Alexander Pope). When you read Wilson, you understand what’s happening. She doesn’t make you fight through endless clauses or needlessly elaborate phrasing.

Now, this is a double-edged sword. The problem with making Homer too direct is that you lose the grandeur, the layered meaning, and the sheer rhythm of the poetry. But if we’re just talking about clarity? She nails it. If you want a quick, digestible Homer, she delivers.

Unlike some translators who have either over-corrected for misogyny (cough Butler cough) or amplified it beyond what Homer actually says, Wilson lets women in the text exist as they are. She doesn’t downplay Penelope’s cunning, nor does she turn her into a feminist icon she was never meant to be. She doesn’t demonize Helen for daring to exist (looking at you, some Victorian translations), nor does she make her more sympathetic than Homer does.

She walks a careful line: she presents the women of the text as Homer presents them, without layering on extra judgment or modern ideology. And honestly? That’s a breath of fresh air in a time when some translators try to rewrite ancient texts to fit contemporary political narratives. Also, do you know how many past translators didn’t actually know Greek that well? More than I’d like to admit. Some of the most famous translations (especially older ones) were basically interpretations rather than true translations. Wilson? She knows her shit. She understands the grammar, the meter, the structure. She’s not just guessing based on previous translations. And even when I disagree with her choices, I can at least respect that she made them intentionally, not out of ignorance.

But ew anyway.

Because at the end of the day? I don’t read Homer because I want clarity, or directness, or even historical accuracy. I read Homer because I want to feel like I am standing on the shores of Troy, watching Achilles rage like a storm. I want to feel like I am hearing the song of the gods themselves, not just reading a book.

And Wilson’s translations? They don’t sing. They talk. They explain.

Yes, she makes Homer readable. But does she make him great? Does she make him breathtaking? Does she make you feel like you are reading the oldest and greatest war epic of all time?

No.

So, credit where it’s due. But ew, anyway.

#the odyssey #the iliad #emily wilson #homer

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galebrainrot2024 · 3 months ago

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Imagination

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Summary: These vignettes can be read in or out of order and can function as stand-alone bits of pining. Enjoy the Gale point of view fic. Follow Gale's thoughts and a gender-neutral you, nameless Tav as he navigates your adventures.

The first attempt to find a healer had been moot, the Druid who was once a promising lead from the Grove proved to be yet another dead end.

It was strange, surrendering to the idea he had such little time left. He had felt that way before the tadpole, when he knew he was delaying the inevitable collapse of his body due to the orb.

With a second parasite mingled in, Gale had very little hope he’d live long enough to see the end of the week. And yet, they still were alive. The orb still stirred, that was certain, but it lay quiet enough. Stranger still, none of them had experienced symptoms of ceremorphosis yet and more than a ten-day had passed since their infection. It made Gale nervous and suspicious, wondering what they owed their lives to.

Although your minds were connected through the tadpole, Gale was grateful you refrained from trying to explore his private musings. The other day he felt a presence poking around and walled the person off, sending a shock through the busybody. “Bloody hell!” He heard Astarion cry and Gale snorted, pleased with himself. If Astarion didn’t want to experience undo duress, perhaps he shouldn’t be poking around in other people’s business.

Since Astarion found out about Gale’s little affliction, he was relentless in his remarks and quips that only Gale understood alluded to his condition. “You’re looking tired today Gale, do you need a snack?” Astarion’s lips curled into a mischevious smirk and Gale groaned, rolling his eyes.

“I’m fine, thank you for the concern.”

“I didn’t peg you as being so considerate,” Karlach said, tilting her head. “Good on you, solider.”

Asatrion straightened and dusted his shoulder, “It’s been known to happen from time to time.”

“Please,” Gale scoffed, shaking his head. The three were hidden behind a cliff-face as you moved forward, seeking entrance to the goblin camp. You insisted they stay hidden lest a fight broke out and you were in need of respite.

Gale watched as you moved forward with confidence and he felt himself twinge with desire. The way you moved was regal, like watching poetry unfold. The way the sunlight hit your hair, the way you smelled in the morning as they sat around the camp fire, shaking sleep from their bones and readying for the day.. all of it enticed him.

He watched as you negotiated and then gestured for them to follow. You locked eyes with him and tilted your head, smiling softly. He felt himself blush and he ducked his head, brushing off his robe before joining the others. You waited for him, as you always did.

“I’ve learned better than to rush you,” You said and waited until Gale was in step with you to begin moving forward with the others. “That was a little terrifying,” you said, laughing though it quivered as it escaped your lips. Gale stopped and rested a hand on your shoulder despite himself. Where his fingers met the fabric barring him from your skin he felt a surge of electricity, it coursed up his arm and formed a lump in his throat.

“You’ve shown remarkable guile and courage thus far,” he dropped his hand and his fingers brushed against your arm as it did. He looked to you, gauging your reaction and noted the crimson dusting your cheeks and forming on your neck. His heart sank as you smiled. “I have no doubt it was scary, and yet you pushed forward, whatever the cost. It’s admirable.” He was worried his mouth was not conveying coherent thoughts since his mind was drowned out by the intense thrumming of blood pulsing through his ears, his heart pounding from your touch.

“Thank you,” you said, your attention suddenly on the others who had collapsed to their knees. As you and Gale ran forward you were hit with the same psychic attack.

***

“Did you all see that?” Gale was shaken as he and the rest of your troupe came to. “What is that thing you carry?” He looked at Shadowheart.

Shadowheart’s eyes darted nervously and she stumbled over her words. “It’s… it’s an artifact I was sent to retrieve for my mother superior. I don’t know anymore details so don’t bother asking. I know as much as you do.”

“That is no mere artifact, it is a stolen relic from my people!” Lae’zel cried, moving forward with her hand clasped against her sword. “You’re a thief.” She hissed, her eyes narrowed as she prepared to strike.

“Easy,” Gale held up his hands as you stepped between the two. He was often surprised by Lae’zel’s immediate reaction to violence, yet his studies on Gthyanki culture educated him on this reality, it was another thing entirely to watch it unfold before you. Gale was rarely one to rush into violence and Lae’zel usual spoke to her deep craving for blood.

Fascinating person, he thought to himself and hoped their group could spare the bloodshed for the time being.

“Whatever it is, it’s protecting us. Let’s focus on what we came here to do and we can sort this out later. We need a united front right now.” You said, your voice calm. Yet, when you looked at Gale he saw the fear in your eyes. The confusion, the uncertainty. You hadn’t asked for this any more than the rest of them and they all looked to you as their defacto leader. He wondered if you even wanted to lead, knowing deep in his heart you did not. He felt an overwhelming need to wrap his arms around you, to nestle his face in your hair and tell you that they’d survive, whatever they faced they would overcome. To hold you, to protect you.

Gale shook his head, looking away from you abruptly as Lae’zel broke the tension. She scoffed, but agreed. “Fine. Onward.” Gale looked back to you, though, and saw that you were still gazing at him, as if you knew what he had been thinking. He closed his eyes and pushed the thoughts away. It was hardly time for frivolities, for feelings that were more likely a figment of his imagination than grounded in any reality. He was the first to walk forward into the camp, you following closely behind.

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #gale x you fluff #gale x reader #gale pining #bg3 gale fanfic #gale fanfiction #gale fanfic #bg3 gale of waterdeep

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inkyquince · 2 years ago

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The idea of Gortash and Astarion being in love with the Durge at the same time is so interesting to me. Because their both fundamentally in love with two different people. Pre-tadpole, Gortash fell for a Durge who was a slave to their urges. Astarion fell for a Durge whos regained autonomy over their mind and now has the ability to choose who they want to be.

This may be a hot take, but idc.

I feel like... From reading everything in game about Gortash and meeting him? He would be so into a redeemed Durge. Like, yeah, slight downside of their morals being a smidge too light now, but oh well.

Dark Urge had gotten free of Bhaal. The one actual barrier between them and also fully going into their plan. Remember, Durge apologised to their father for being so FOND of Gortash, they promised that they'll kill the other Chosen in Bhaal's name, etc. The one controlling all their moves? Their Father.

And they either are/want to be free of him.

Fuck, he's hard. They're so fucking strong and stubborn and perfect.

He uses guile, he uses charisma, he uses everything to get a leg up. He used his body, his joined a gang, all while younger. Now he's here. Nothing he respects more than gaining power and influence without being controlled, if his time in the House of Hope taught him anything, it's that being controlled will lead to being beaten and used and discarded.

Control is what made the Dark Urge so fucking endeared to him in the first place. They're not a mad dog, like Orin. They loose control some times but LOOK at the acts you just played through. They have SO much fucking control compared to what their urges want them to do. Gortash values control so fucking much.

But, just like Gortash, Astarion will fall in love with the Dark Urge, redeemed or not. Even if he remains a spawn, he's so soft with them. He will stay until he can't watch them loose their mind anymore. But ascended? He wants them in his lap, naked and rabid and far gone. He loves them, even as nothing better than a feral dog.

Like.... I think Astarion and Lae'zel and Shadowheart are the ones who will fully love the un-redeemed Dark Urge. Gale, as we can see after the Tiefling Massacre, will stick by you but he fucking HATES your ass for what you put him through. Wyll and Karlach leave. Even if you don't pick the nasty sides in the game, when Dark Urge gives into their... well, urges, they're horrified. Astarion, Lae'zel and Shadowheart, while not ECSTATIC are less incensed about the shit you do. Hell, when you take Bhaal's offer, everyone in the party basically... Says goodbye to the person they loved, EXCEPT Astarion. Even if you break up with him, he says that 1000 years from now, when he's forgotten how to open himself up to people, he shall spare a thought for his little lost mad love.

The fact is, Gortash and Astarion will love the Urge, just in different ways, Redeemed or Not. Hell, if the Dark Urge goes feral, Gortash will still love them properly, I feel. Ascended Astarion, like a normal Tav, will love them as a pet. For the romance of ruling by your side, to bond in blood, to adore you bringing sacrifices to his door like a cat with their prey, Gortash is the dark romance love interest you want.

#wow inky #the moment you send in you draft manuscript you can actually form thoughts around gortash huh #anyway #quinceyeasyspeaky #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #enver gortash #gortash #gortash x durge #dark urge #durge #dark urge x astarion #astarion #ask

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Smiling Man (EX 387,376)

Moving to New Orleans to start up her rehabilitation hotel for criminals hasn't been all berries for Charlie, especially if everybody thinks you're some Dumb Dora with a complete horseshit plan. And it's another jam that she's starting to get stuck on Alastor, the charming yet eccentric radio host next door who's never fully dressed without a smile. But she's all smiles too, and that's made her out to be quite the dish to Alastor - in all senses of the word - and boy, was he ready to be entertained.

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For every trial, for every task, there is a corresponding mask. A frown, a smirk, a pout, a grin, They shield the soul contained therein. But masks and faces, and manners too, disguise the single face that’s true. The face that’s under the facade, the one the foolish, charmed and awed, profess to see, to claim to know, although they’ve never seen it show. And so they pry through charm and guile, in hopes to see what’s ‘neath that smile. However, they are unaware, that mask and face are not a pair. For those that pry soon come to find they don’t like what’s hiding behind, because the face once locked within, might not be that charming grin. And thus the wise are dread to ask to see what’s there beneath the mask.

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“I’m interviewing you to see if you’d be a potential candidate for my rehabilitation idea. If you don’t live under a rock, you’d know that Hell is overpopulated—specifically the Pride Ring with Sinner demons. And the exterminations are… brutal,” she bit out, “senseless murder… these are my people. Some of them find a new life down here, some of them start families and make friends. I want to give them the opportunity to better themselves, and find a way out of this ring. It’s not fair.”

“Fair?” A harsh scoff from the one before her, “Darling, we’re not here to be fair.”

Charlie is given a rather impossible task by her father in order to contact Heaven for her project—she has to redeem one of Hell's most unforgivable sinners.

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In 1930's New Orleans, Alastor Bordeaux - famous radio host and undiscovered serial killer - stumbles upon a mysterious young woman deep in the Bayou. Not a charitable man by any means, but there's more to this girl than meets the eye - a power he can use for a little problem of his own... Unfortunately for him, Charlie has absolutely no memory of who or what she is! Left to pick up the pieces of a life she doesn't remember as she recovers under the kindness of a stranger, when the past comes calling will they be able to handle it or will dark secrets doom them both?

Under My Skin (EX)

The new and improved Hazbin Hotel is open for business, and with a steady flow of guests seeking redemption, Charlie couldn't be happier. But when Alastor continues to shirk his duties as the hotel's host, she has no choice but to confront him. She's shocked to find him shut away in his radio tower, slowly succumbing to his deadly angelic wound. Much to the radio demon's chagrin, she dedicates herself to his recovery. Maybe his brush with death made him sentimental. Or maybe the infection from his wound messed with his brain. Whatever the reason, Alastor finds himself not only enjoying the princess's company but yearning for it long after he's recovered. More than just her positive energy begins to creep under his skin, and as he starts to see her in a new light, he begins to question things about himself and his reasons for being at the hotel.

I Do Ms. Malveaux (EX)

Caught with a corpse between his legs, infamous serial killer Alastor Malveaux agrees to marry Charlie, the canary down at Rosie's Emporium and Speakeasy. While inconvenient, it wasn't a bad idea to get hitched to the doll, especially with her dire circumstances that pushed her to marry a murderer in the first place. Yep, Alastor could have his cake and eat it too. There were absolutely no setbacks to this plan and he could live as he wanted, unattached to his pretty little wife. His wife...Ha ha!

Your Love Is My Torment (EX)

Nothing was out of the ordinary on that Morning in January for the Radio Host , But after he fires his rifle at a unusual looking doe in woods , He discovers that there are things in this world that cannot be explained and now he and her are thrown together in an ever changing , twisting love story that eventually becomes their torment and the beginning of a bloody history between them both, that will follow them to hell and back again .

If You Like Pina Coladas! (EX)

As a rule Alastor could not be convinced to do anything that did not benefit him. Therefore the man was struggling to understand why he had agreed to this farce. Yet here he was, on Vacation in the human world with Charlie. He wondered how he had allowed himself to be talked into this.

The Riddle Of Magic (M) SERIES

Alastor and Charlie have struck a deal: He’s agreed to teach her magic; but what does he get in return? Seven spells, to understand magic’s most fundamental law. If the teacher asks, the student must answer: What is the Riddle of Magic?

Just Roll With It (M)

To get Adam to agree to another year before another extermination, Alastor and Charlie say they are getting married. To each other. It’s a problem, and they need to fix it…or Just Roll With It

A Tail Of Beignets (EX) SERIES

After finding out the extermination would be 6 months early Charlie felt she deserved an evening for feeling sorry for herself and a few bottles of wine. She told herself it was a form of self care. A mini holiday. But she didnt expect to meet Alastor making beignets in the kitchen. She also didn't realise he had a fluffy tail.

Bernadette (M) SERIES

Charlie has enough of everything going bad in her life, her parents returning after yet another failure was the last straw, so she join forces with Alastor and took over, as they literally brought heaven to hell. Vaggie, alongside unlikely allies, needs to stop the tyranny they presented while surviving on the mess they created. Will she succeed?

Bride Of The Radio Demon (M 50,501) SERIES

A long time ago, an Overlord by the name Alastor plunged Hell into fear because of his power. The Seven Deadly Sins were able to weaken him and made him disappear to never be seen again. Seven years later, Alastor returned more powerful than ever. The only thing that would get him to stop terrorizing Hell is a few things in return. ... Including a willing bride to marry, who just so happens to be the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie Morningstar. Can she tame and melt the heart of the Radio Demon?

A Different Kind Of Hell (M)

Heaven and Hell were often cut off from one another. Word got around but otherwise there was radio silence. Until Charlie and Alastor stormed Heaven’s gates.

The Radio Songbird (T)

After not surviving a car crash, Charlie Magne finds herself in Hell. Unsure what she could have done to end up there she tries to make the most of her new situation. Making a minor agreement with the menacing but friendly radio demon. Alastor finds this new sinner quite charming, and her voice even more so. He offers her a place to live in exchange for singing on his radio show. Eventually hoping to lure the young woman into a more permanent deal, wanting to keep the little songbird under his thumb. Meanwhile Lucifer finds out someone has misplaced the Princess of Hell.

Your Sweet Radio Demon (M)

Unaware of his true intentions, Charlie begins to develop feelings for Alastor. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the faux affable demon, who intends to take full advantage of the situation for his nefarious purposes. Vaggie, the only one aware of his true intentions, bows to do whatever it takes to protect her. Unfortunately for Alastor, those aren’t the only players of his little game. Two people from his past have set their sights on him and intend to expose him for who he really is. Charlie might have to question if she can set aside her ideals for him and Alastor will be obligated to question whether he's willing to compromise for someone else

Soul Bound (M)

Charlie Morningstar has always been a curious girl with an active imagination unlike any other kid. Unfortunately, a creative mind such as hers comes with its downsides, such as lack of common sense and naivety that would often get her into strange predicaments. Luckily she has her guardian, Alastor, who has sworn to always protect her from harm for as long as she lives, but in exchange she must give her soul to him on the dawn of her 18th birthday to ensure they will be tied together for eternity. As she grows up, she begins to feel stronger feelings towards her protector. But the mysterious "friend" of hers raises concerns for her parents, who start to wonder if this imaginary friend she's made up is more than what she says...

Fantasies Unwind (T)

A collection of Charlastor works that explore other universes and fairy tales

All It Takes (M)

Sometimes, all it takes is a moment, a single reckless choice... When Charlie, with the help of her friends, decides to throw a party to support her struggling hotel, little does she know that nothing will ever be the same. A few weeks later, her life takes a dramatic turn as she finds herself pregnant. The problem? No one remembers what happened that fateful night.Caught in the tangled web of her own choices, Charlie must confront her parents, her girlfriend Vaggie, and the judgmental eyes of everyone in Hell. How will she handle taking care of the Hazbin Hotel and a child? And who is this mysterious man claiming to be the father? Amidst the chaos and tangled relationships, Charlie learns that sometimes, to find happiness, one need not chase the rainbows but simply open their eyes to the world around them.

A Lamb Astray (NR)

With his daughter on the lamb Lucifer couldn't exactly send the best Angels he had. Instead he's got some of the worst Sinners out trying to shepherd her home. Of course, what is simple in theory is seldom the same in practice especially when one shepherd is more a wolf in masquerade than anything else.

Kiss Me Through The Radio (NR)

A Series of Charlastor stories that I couldn't turn into full length fics. Enjoy the musings of my mind and prompts from my friends!

The Vacation From Hell (T)

The plan was simple: indulge the Princess of Hell in a little trip to a ‘human hotel,’ then sit back and enjoy her suffering once she realized what a farce hers truly was. That was how it was supposed to go anyway. Unfortunately for Alastor, Fate had other plans.

I’ve Got No Strings On Me (T 1,244)

Charlie quietly unstitches Alastor's smile after freeing him from his deal

Darling (EX)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect...what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Appetites (EX)

Charlie and Alastor have just recently established a relationship that is now more than just business partners. Now that their relationship is out in the open, the two of them begin to have several intimate and sexual in counters in various places of the Hotel... when they should be working.

A Wolf Wears Red (EX)

We all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood. But what if the wolf was the one wearing red? In that case who would be the wolf, and who is their prey?

A Distant Memory (EX 4,049)

Alastor remembers the one and only being he had ever connected with but he had forgotten her and when he remembered.... It was too late

Blood Sweat And Tears (English Version) (EX)

Alesteir Doucet, or as he likes to introduce himself: Alastor, is a criminal on the verge of execution. On the other hand, in Nazi Germany, a blonde young girl has been summoned from a portal of an occult research squad. The stories of Charlotte, the princess of hell, summoned by the Nazis, and Alastor will mixed in the years leading up to WWII.

Firsts (G 6,911)

Charlie is planning Dawn's first birthday. Alastor thinks it's silly, she's only one!

In Another Life (T 20,044)

It's 1932, Alastor Barrios is a radio host, known as "The Radio Demon" in New Orleans. He leads a pretty normal life, aside from the killing, cannibalism and hunting. He develops a routine: wake up, hunt, eat, go to work, go to the speakeasy for a drink, go home, repeat and he's sick of it. That all changes, however, when he goes to the speakeasy and hears Mimzy's newest singer. Everyone in Hell wonders how Charlotte Magne is so...cheery. She doesn't act like the rest of them. For her, that means she barely has any friends and the ones she does she never sees. Earth is her only chance of escape, and if she has to be up there, she's going to perform and she's going to have a great time doing it as the Devil From Heaven.

The Golden Haired Demoness (NR 1,525)

And Alastor couldn’t help but find her absolutely breathtaking when she was covered in blood. A deep hunger in him awoke at the sight of her porcelain skin being smeared with the red thick liquid. It didn’t help that she loved to sing occasionally when they were out hunting as well. Her beautiful voice filling his ears and heart as he’d stop and stare at the tall demoness twirl around in the dead of night, without a care in the world. Or Alastor tries to summon a demon and is surprise to see that he had summoned the princess of hell herself.

Something Unspoken (M 4,075)

Alastor and Charlie have to make major adjustments to their lives after a spell gone wrong. Perhaps it's not all bad as somethings come to light...

A Small Interruption (G 571) SERIES

St. Peter just ruined a moment between the young seraphim and her secret lover

Obsess With Her Soul (M)

Her soul is like a human's: soft, caring, extremely gentle and sweet. Alastor could have been wandering around all his eternity in Hell, but he'd be damned if he wouldn't try to get her for his own personal purposes, which later would no longer make any sense.

All Of Creation (T 727)

He didn’t ask, all those months ago. Charlie just leaned on him, slowly approaching to give him the choice. She kissed him. And he let her.

Final Farewell (G 7,367)

As Alastor gets redeemed it is time to say goodbye to Charlie. What is she supposed to do when everyone she held dear is gone?

Like A Lamb To Slaughter (EX)

In seeking to deny a prophecy already written, four kings of creation inadvertently create their very demise. Now a vessel for an imprisoned god Charlie must foster a flock and guide them. But will it be in the ways of the one she serves or will she take a different path?

Eden (M 3,119)

Charlie has no memory of her past life. Alastor, on the other hand, does.

Unexpected Happenings (M)

Alastor Nightengale, the famous Radio Host is hardly the charming man everyone believes him to be. Talking up a storm into his mic during the day and hacking innocent individuals to bits in the night.... Content with how entertaining things are he couldn't even fathom the possibility of a pawn coming so easily into his hands but this, Charlie fellow is unlike anyone he's ever known...what makes her so special? She could be used but something didn't feel quite right. When they meet again in hell, that something deepens.

Dearest Little Pet (EX)

‘Interesting...’ he mused, ‘A flicker. How long can I play with her before she cracks? It’s been a while since I had a pet to play with.’ Alastor and Charlie begin their work together and the Radio Demon has found a new toy to play with while the hopeful sinners they treat bumble around. Little does he know, he may be falling into his own emotional trap as well. Denial can be a terrible thing.

The Last Petal (M)

It was the chipper year of 1933. Alastor was in his mid 20's, being a typical radio host by day..but by night he was up to no good. Due to his newfound passion for the kill, Charlie whom was in hell wanted to intervene, sure she didn't have to but she had nothing better to do due to her old project failing on her. With her own power (and her father allowing her); she Left hell and went to earth..to possibly stop Alastor and help him to ensure his redemption and ticket into heaven. She was no angel, but being the daughter of a fallen one is all it took.

To Love And To Let Go (G 1,964)

Alistair, a radio host from New Orleans with a dark past must accept the sad hand dealt to him; and find a way to keep the one he loves safe.

Push And Pull (T)

It was just business. Or at least, that's what this arrangement was supposed to be.

Radio Demon May Cry (M)

After suffering a shameful defeat at the hands of Adam. Alastor was forced to flee and recover his strength. In his pain and isolation he contemplated about a few things that has happened in his afterlife, and realized two absolute truths: that he needed more power and that Charlie is very important to him. So the question now is, how can The Radio Demon hope to protect the one he cherishes the most if he can’t even protect himself?

My Professor is a Vampire, That’s the Tea! M

Anthony and Charlie have been friends since childhood, growing up together, going through school, and now it is time for them to attend College. However, Charlie soon discovers about rumors about their literature teacher having a few dark secret.

“He is a VAMPIRE Charlie! An evil, blood sucking VAMPIRE!” Anthony screams at her.

Now the two trouble making students are working together attempting to expose and take down this terrifying force. Mr. Alastor however is not a fan of their antics and just wishes they would focus on his lectures. What will he do when they fully discover his secret? Come discover their College adventures!

Broadcast EX 215973

Alastor's ratings are taking a dive in numbers and he needs to figure out a way to get back on top. His show producer, Rosie, has the idea to bring on a local, ambitious young woman who is trying to start her own rehabilitation program for the city. The young woman who also happens to be Charlie Morningstar, daughter of New Orleans's most talked about politician. Alastor doesn't believe that Charlie's project will really work, but if he gets his ratings up, isn't that what's important? What he didn't factor, of course, was the chokehold that the young woman would have on him

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