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littlejuicebox · 2 years ago

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My Sun, My Moon

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x GN!Reader/Tav Summary/Setting: 6 months post BG3 / Part 2 to my other fic Astarion talks in his sleep. Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / In game spoilers / Alludes to sexual encounters / Mentions of past trauma etc / Pretty much all fluff / It’s so sweet it’s going to rot your teeth Word Count: 2.3K Notes: This is 5/5 Days of "Star-mas!"

*takes a bow* Happy Holidays! Hope you all enjoyed!

I'm also entering this into the #BG3HolidayFluffle23 challenge under the prompt "twinkling lights."

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After Astarion’s sleep-talking gave away his little secret, you’d spent nearly every waking moment anticipating the rogue’s proposal. You were horribly, terribly wrong every time, of course. You began to think that perhaps your original assumptions were right, and that an engagement would come much later on. Maybe he wasn’t quite ready. Maybe he was just planning and thinking about the future… the frustratingly distant future. He’d ask the question when he was ready, you reasoned; in his own time and on his own terms. You could respect that.

But then, on the eve of the Netherbrain Battle’s six month anniversary, you came home to a dinner that Astarion had cooked (almost) entirely himself. Candles were lit, table settings were placed, and your lover chose an expensive wine pairing for the meal. His steak was, of course, entirely raw while yours was seasoned and cooked to perfection. You were certain you had Shadowheart to thank for your half of the meal, but you’d complimented your lover and all his efforts, nonetheless. At the end of dinner, you were quite confident that this would be the moment you’d been waiting weeks for.

“I have something to say.” Astarion murmured, lithe fingers rubbing circles on the back of your hand as he clasped it in his own.

You practically felt your soul leave your body in that moment. Oh gods, you knew what your answer would be, you knew this was coming, and yet here it was, and you were still wholly unprepared. You barely fumbled out a, “Y-yes, my love? What is it?”

“I read your mail.” Astarion responded, his eyes flooding full of guilt at the confession. He expelled a small sigh, flicking his gaze up at the ceiling and then back down to you. “Darling, I know we have been discussing this for months, but I really don’t think we should go to the Underdark. You’re getting so many outstanding offers that require you to remain in the city. You’re the hero of Baldur’s Gate, for god’s sakes. I know you want me to be safe from the sun… but I can’t, in good conscience, do that to you and rip you away from so many wonderful opportunities.”

“O-oh…” Your chest deflates and you catch yourself frowning for just a moment. Astarion’s brow furrows as he incorrectly interprets the cause of your sudden mood shift to be the current conversation and not the crushing disappointment you were trying to shove aside. You quickly try to move into a more neutral expression, but the rogue is already jumping into another worried explanation.

“Darling... Please hear me. I love you more than anything, and I know you better than anyone. You will not be truly happy there, of that much I am absolutely certain. These offers you’re receiving will give you multiple avenues to build the life you want…. the life we want. Imagine the good you could do with that level of influence, my love! Let me help you; I can review contracts, negotiate deals… whatever you need to ensure your success. Do not throw away so much potential on my account. I simply couldn’t live with myself if you did.”

He was right, of course. The only thing you wanted almost as much as you wanted Astarion was to continue the good work you two had been doing for Baldur’s Gate.

You sigh and nod your head, squeezing his hand gently. “You’re right, my love. I suppose it would be silly for both of us to throw away so much opportunity.”

Astarion beamed at your response before leaning over the table to plant a kiss on your lips. You smiled at the rogue when he pulled away to look at you with adoring crimson eyes. Perhaps it hadn’t been the conversation you were hoping for, but it had been a good and much needed one, nonetheless.

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Tonight, you and Astarion decided to take a stroll around the city. You were following the vampire’s lead, ambling around the streets as he pointed out more than a few of his old haunts. He revealed some of the difficult moments in his past as you two meandered about… more than one of the tales nearly made you cry with an overwhelm of sympathy for your lover. But you held back, knowing the elf hated eyes full of pity almost as much as he’d hated Cazador.

You noted that Astarion seemed to look back on his experience with more acceptance now. You knew, of course, that there were likely an infinite number of stories he had not yet revealed to you and perhaps never would. But you were still happy to see a bit of lightness in him as he spoke his truth. He hadn’t appeared to have one of his episodes on the entire walk, and as you pondered this, you also realized his night terrors had only occurred a handful of times this month. Such an improvement to what had been an almost daily incidence when you two originally moved in together.

Before long, you and your love arrived at the docks, where just over six months ago you’d felt as if you’d been stabbed in the gut as you watched the rays of sunlight scorch the vampire until he was forced to run for cover. But now, you two stood there hand in hand, resting in a pocket of comfortable silence. Both of you were admiring the twinkling starlight, full moon, and dark, mysterious expanse of the sea.

“The stars were so much more beautiful in the wilds… don’t you think, my sweet?” Astarion asks, his eyes filled with wistfulness as he ponders the sky.

You utter a little hum of agreement as your mind flashes to the first night in camp, when you caught Astarion reclined on his bedroll, stargazing. You turned your head to look at the rogue and remind him of the memory, but found he disappeared from your line of sight. Your vision wanders down and there he is, bent on one knee.

Oh this had to be the moment. Just when you were about to shout yes before the rogue even had a moment to say anything, Astarion looks up and smiles, a small pouch of gold coins in his hand. “Look! I suppose it’s our lucky day, darling. Their loss is our gain, would— are you alright, Tav? You’ve got this strange look on your face.”

Gods, not again. You feel your face flush with embarrassment. In your excitement and overwhelm, you’d almost ruined everything and let Astarion know that you knew his little secret. You made the decision then and there that this would be the last time you anticipated his proposal; let it happen when it’s meant to happen. You were done playing the guessing game. You couldn’t ruin everything with your big fat mouth.

You nod your head slightly before turning to look back at the stars once more, taking a deep breath and hoping to settle yourself.

“Yes, my love. I suppose I’m just thrilled by the beauty of the stars and the full moon, tonight. And by your beauty, of course.”

The rogue stands up, tucking the small sachet in his pocket. He smiles and places a soft, loving peck on the apple of your cheek before wrapping his arm around your waist. The two of you look up at the stars once more, and you spend a few moments pointing out some constellations in the sky. Stargazing had been one of the first things you two bonded over in camp.

Astarion is watching you with devoted interest as you ramble on about the planets and the mythological creatures represented by the patterns in the stars. Finally, there is a small lapse in conversation, and you want to take the opportunity to kiss him, but when you turn, the vampire is once again out of your sight line.

When you look down this time, Astarion is looking up at you, holding a velvet box in shaking hands.

“Tav—" He manages to choke out, but then his eyes fill with tears, and he stops to blink them away, chuckling softly at himself. You immediately come to kneel in front of your love, hands pressed to either side of his face, silently urging him to continue.

The vampire inhales shakily, suddenly quite overwhelmed by the extreme vulnerability he knows he’s about to lay before you. But the softness of your hands on his face grounds him in the moment and he smiles, admiring the look of utter adoration in your eyes.

A couple of tears fall over the edge of his lash line, and you immediately swipe them away with your shaking thumb. Another chuckle escapes the silver-haired elf, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“My love… I’ve rehearsed this for weeks. I’ve said it all out loud more than a thousand times, I’m sure. I’ve spent almost every opportunity in your absence practicing this. One time I even had Shadowheart pretend to be you while I rehearsed my grand speech. But now that we are here… I’ve nearly forgotten everything I wanted to say.”

You move forward to press a kiss to Astarion’s lips, your hands still shaking as you run your thumb over his cheekbone. “It’s okay, my Star. Please continue, when you’re ready… rehearsed or from the heart… I want to hear it all the same.”

Astarion nods just a fraction and inhales. The shaking hand that is not holding the ring box comes to lay atop your own hand resting on his face. Your love slowly, absently runs his thumb along the back of your palm as he gathers his thoughts. He stares into your eyes with so much love that you almost kiss him again but hold yourself back to allow him to continue.

Astarion exhales a shuddering breath and then continues in a reverent tone, as if he’s whispering a prayer, “My darling. I have lived long life. Much of it was a sad and hopeless one. When we were walking through the city, I pointed out several places where I’d encountered horrible things. Many of those things are still hard to talk about… some of it, I don’t know that I will ever be able to.”

You are crying now, from the overwhelming blend of sympathy for your little Star and palpable feeling of love in this beautiful moment. Tears begin coursing thin streams down your cheeks. Astarion wipes away the tears as they fall, though his lips start trembling from your display of emotion.

“B-but what I do know is that… in many of the places I pointed out, there are also memories of us. Of our friends. Of the time we spent together before saving the city and of the six months we’ve spent here after that. Little by little, we are taking places that only held horrible memories for me and turning them into places that hold feelings of hope and happiness.

I guess what I’m saying is that… these past six months have been the counterweight to two hundred years of misery. And I do not think I deserve you, but I cannot imagine my life without you. You are everywhere I go, everywhere I look, and every happy memory I hold in my heart. If you’ll have me… I would like to spend the rest of our lives, however long they may be, turning this city into a place of hope for us and for the people we hold dear.”

Astarion opens the box, and you gasp in true awe as he reveals possibly the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. At the center is a beautiful moonstone, emitting an ethereal glow that shines brilliantly in the darkness of the pier. The setting is gold, and an intricate sunburst pattern made in smaller gems surrounds the center stone.

“Standing on the dock that day, after that long battle… I had the thought that my life was ruined when I realized I could no longer stand in the sun. I thought I might never know true happiness again. But it turns out, that was the moment my new life with you began… and you’ve opened the door to more happiness than I could’ve ever imagined for myself.

Even if I never see the sun again, I have made my peace. I would make the choices I made to be here with you, on this dock, in this moment, again and again in every lifetime. You are my sun and my moon. And my darling, it would be my honor to be your Star for the rest of time. Tav… will you marry me?”

As soon as the question comes out of your lover’s lips, you instantly push forward to crash into Astarion, enveloping the elf in an emotional kiss. You both topple over from the sheer force of your ardor, and as you do, the vampire deftly snaps the ring box closed to protect it from spilling out onto the dock.

When you finally break away, panting heavily, both your faces are thoroughly flushed with excitement. The vampire looks up at you, scarlet eyes filled with absolute devotion. You giggle and press one more soft kiss to the rouge before taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to his knuckle. “Yes, Astarion. Nothing in this life would make me happier than to share it with you.”

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Later that evening, the two of you are naked in bed after several rounds of vigorous celebration. You’re admiring your ring, which is still faintly glowing in the semi-darkness of your bedchambers. Astarion takes your hand and presses his lips to the ring with a small smile; his scarlet eyes closely examine the gem.

“I don’t know how it works… you would have to ask Gale. But the center stone glows when I think of you, you know.”

You blink, moving to touch the gemstone in the middle of the ring with curiosity. “But it hasn’t stopped glowing since we’ve been on the docks.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we’ve been on the docks.” Astarion replies simply, moving his hand to stroke your cheek as a gentle, good-natured laugh escapes his mouth, “Perhaps now you’ll have some insight into how often my thoughts revolve around you, my sweet.”

You feel your eyes welling with tears again. Damn this man and his beautiful heart… he truly never misses a detail when it comes to you. You move forward to pull his lips into another loving kiss, and when you break away this time, a thought crosses your mind.

“Astarion… did you really find that bag of coins on the dock?”

Your lover grins mischievously, his crimson eyes crinkling at the corners as he grabs your ring-clad hand and kisses it once more.

“No, my sweet. But I had to throw you off. Shadowheart told me about my mishap. I wanted to surprise you… but you know me far too well and you’ve never been easily fooled… and the sleepy confession didn’t help things at all. I just figured that you would never anticipate that I’d drop down on one knee twice in a row.”

Astarion knew you just as well as you knew him… and he had been right. He’d fooled you. You roll your eyes and chuckle as the rogue moves closer to you, nuzzling into the side of your neck where fresh fang marks throbbed.

“Now what do you say, darling? One more round of celebration before we go to bed?”

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shadowyhideoutpeace · 1 year ago

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Moon Knight Fic Recs.

LIST FULL PART 2

Fluff

Plenty of cuddles for everyone

Chamber of Reflection

Birdy

Because I'm in Love with You

Love You the Same

From Dust

Head over heels Steven Grant

the morning after

for all you give (i’ll give it back to you)

love you like the sun came out

Comfort

cuddle quota

Just a Kiss

Best day of my life

Frightful

Stargazing

Dyed Hair Disaster

Roses for The Strange Man

Coffee and Kisses

Secret Identities pt.2

Keep The Secret?

sky and stars (AO3)

clumsy

Moments - Part 2

Moon Nights

here with you

Won’t Say I’m In Love

The Tongue Thing

Dress Up

drunk

"did you bring a jacket?"

HAVING A BABY WITH OSCAR ISAAC’S CHARACTERS

Angst

Softcore

Loss

Everything

Comfort

Spare Key

Panic

Resolutions | 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 | Aspiration

Smoke and Mirrors | The truth is Rarely Kind (S&M pt.2) | pt. 3

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

you know it's not the same | as it was

Lioness —> Moon Knight

Old friends → moon knight

perfect strangers

Bloody Hands

Scarred

Hospital Bed Confessions

Loveless God

An Eye For An Eye

Finishing the Job

Night Owl

dlz ; jake lockley.

Opia

Homecoming

You're my emergency

Stop Dead

“i’m tired of having to pretend we hate each other.”

the break-up

Blood at the corner of your mouth

Deserve

Smut

Too Good to be True

Fit To Burst

where lust ends, and love begins

While We Untangle

Cant fight the moonlight

Keep your vigils on the road

Monday mornings

fire & desire

Where To, Miss?

Gift of Min

THANK GODS (I) | THANK GODS (II)

First-Aid

Series

Red Flags

Moonstuck (AO3)

Moonknight/Eternals Crossover *

Reverence for the moon

GHOST-BLOOD//REVENANT: MASTERPOST

Sleep With Me, Anytime

Make Your Acquaintance Masterlist

Goodbye, My Dear Stranger

My You-niverse

Full Masterlists

obnoxioussmiley's Moonknight masterlist

Bibli0thecary Moonknight masterlist

Charnelhouse Moonknight Masterlist (SMUT 18+)

Bensolosbluesaber's Moonknight Masterlist

Stormkobra-5's Moonknight Masterlist

Blurbs/HCs

Living With Steven Grant Would Include…

HC for the other moon Boys reacting to the reader saying they’re pregnant

Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader

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yaeggravate · 1 year ago

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THEORY: KAEYA IS HALF-SEELIE

Back by unpopular demand: Seelie Kaeya theory.

I have already talked about this before, many, many times, but I wanted to gather all my jumbled thoughts from the past few months into one proper post along with some new revelations that further support the theory.

I just want to clarify first that I don't like abandoning the narrative in favor of a theory. I wouldn't be constantly trying to push for this if I wasn't at least 80% sure.

Kaeya is my favorite character in the whole game, but I am well aware of the limitations being put on his character…

…Unless 5-star Kaeya comes through for us, that is.

*UPDATE: added a section on Arlecchino 🥳 (4.6)

**added more info about Nicole (4.7)

***we now have verbal confirmation Seelie are angels! (5.1)

****huge possibility Khaenri'ahns are descended from the Voyager (5.5)

Apologies for the long read but I had to make it as thorough as possible, you understand.

INDEX

1. Seelie = Angels 2. Connections to Seelie and the Jinn 3. Midsummer Night's Dream 4. Nicole Reeyn 5. Arlecchino 6. Visual Similarities and Characteristics 7. Perinheri

THE VOYAGER AND THE FIRST ANGEL

Important update! Please read this first. The artifact set Finale of the Deep Galleries that came out in 5.5 has given us new information about the Voyager from afar and the First Angel. I urge you to read the entire lore of the set since I will only write down what's relevant to the theory.

Before the Moon Sisters fell, a Voyager from afar who had befriended Nibelung, visited Teyvat by casting their mind into the body of a youth. At this point in time, the Heavenly Principles had conquered Teyvat and defeated Nibelung, which prompted the Voyager to venture deep underground to meet with the First Angel.

The two fell in love and vowed to create a place where gods and humans could co-exist. To facilitate this, the Angel passed on forbidden knowledge about the secrets of creation. This obviously wasn't received well by the Powers That Be and the Angels were cursed to lose their form and intelligence if they ever gave the love that was meant for all to one person.

The artifact set does not say what happened to the Voyager, though according to legend, they were stripped of their memories, too.

The interesting part here is that the Voyager, in the body of the youth, has star-like pupils, which implies they're connected to Khaenri'ah:

Until the first angel met an unnamed youth beneath the silver tree in the far north, And in those star-like pupils, saw a reflection of herself she had never yet known.

It's unclear if the youth was a pre-existing person or a body shaped by the Voyager. It's also unclear if the star-shaped pupils were the result of the Voyager possessing the youth. However, there is a precedent for this when Xbalanque possessed a boy in Mavuika's SQ; changing his pupils to the trademark suns of the Pyro Archon.

What does this mean for Khaenri'ah?

Well. Either the Voyager is the sole origin of Khaenri'ah's bloodline or the Voyager and the First Angel had offspring who inherited the star-shaped pupils. According to the artifact set, a girl, who is likely Skirk, was sent to look for traces of the Voyager by her master Surtalogi. Surtalogi, of course, is one of the Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah.

Keep this in the back of your mind as you read the rest of the post.

SEELIE = ANGELS

Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: The people of Natlan worship me, and call me their "lord"... In the ancient past, before we died out, we were also known by a different name... "Angels." Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night: But, adventurers like you are probably more familiar with our devolved form... Seelies. Traveler: So, Seelies are angels...

Note: 5.1's Archon Quest has finally verbally confirmed Seelie are angels but I will leave my old reasoning here to show you that it has always been foreshadowed.

Seelie are equated to angels in the game. The floating eyeball versions are even modeled after a type of sea slug called Sea Angels. In case you need more evidence than that:

Nabu Malikata is a Seelie survivor. Her last name Malikata can be derived from malayikata ملائكة which means angels/messengers in Arabic.

The Jinn were created from Nabu Malikata's blood, they are referred to as the "descendants of Seelie" in the world quest "The Falcon's Hunt".

Seelie were heavenly envoys who would deliver messages from Celestia to humans. Nabu Malikata even refers to them as the "fallen envoys of heaven", after they were cast down.

So, if you ever happen to spot the phrase "heavenly/divine envoys", they are actually referring to the Seelie.

As for what they may have looked like, the Mural Room in Dragonspine features a depiction of an envoy with wings and what looks like horns or a crown on its head. Translated from Latin, the text next to it is as follows:

Fidelis angeli iuvant The angels help the faithful

Seelie are guides who reward humans with treasure after they lead them back to their Seelie courts. Simply put, they are returning a favor. Who else do we know of who is obsessed with favors?

ANGELS GEORG

The Seelie Kaeya has a bunch of notable connections to angels, the more you start to look for them the more you notice.

According to Kaeya's character story A List, he owns a book called The Adventures of Angelos, in which he keeps a list of names. Angelos, of course, means angel.

Between the pages of "The Adventures of Angelos," you find a list of names written on a sheet of official Knights of Favonius letterhead paper.

Kaeya's favorite haunt is Angel's Share. The logo for Angel's Share is two angels drinking from a wine glass. Angel's Share was established by Dawn Winery, where Kaeya was left at for unknown reasons. According to Diluc's character story, Crepus told him the following:

"The world would never turn its back on the faithful."

This is reminiscent of the mural in Dragonspine: "The angels help the faithful."

Furthermore, the teacups used to represent the mage Nicole can be found in Dawn Winery. Nicole is known as the "guide who never gets lost" and there is one teacup missing in the trailer. We'll get back to that piece of porcelain later.

It's possible that Dawn Winery had some dealings with the Seelie or that it was established by them. Remember Crepus owned a Delusion which means he must have had ties to the Fatui. We know of one character who is both Seelie and Fatui: Columbina.

Columbina is most likely a Seelie since the decorations in her hair match perfectly with the decoration on the Seelie courts. The character of Columbina is also known as a fairy-like dancer; fairies is what the Seelie are in popular culture… (More on that later.)

In the third volume of the book Drunkard's Tale, a lone wolf meets a Seelie survivor who is singing in an unfamiliar language. This Seelie is speculated to be Columbina. The Seelie is adressed as Maiden with the same characters in Chinese as Columbina's other title Damselette.

少女 = Damselette / Maiden

Curiously enough, this particular volume of the book can be found in Dawn Winery.

Kaeya's favorite drink is Death After Noon. This is based on the real drink "Death in the Afternoon", which famously contains absinthe. In the Book of Revelation, Apsinthion, or Wormwood, is the name of an angel or star who fell to earth.

The Abyss Mages chant in Enochian which is the language of the angels. They use this language when they regenerate their shields and to control the Hilichurls. The Abyss Order mostly consists of former Khaenri'ahns.

When Kaeya spots the Abyss Mage back in the Temple of the Wolf, it speaks to him in Enochian. They even added a subtitle to highlight its importance.

Kaeya: There's no way hilichurls organized an ambush like this themselves — not with their limited mental capacity… (A Hydro Abyss Mage reveals itself) Kaeya: Thus YOU were behind this. Hydro Abyss Mage: Gohus, Chiso Vonph.

Kaeya claims he's blessed with certain linguistic powers when Paimon asks him how he gathered information about the Abyss Twin.

Paimon: What exactly did you have to do to find this out!? Kaeya: Heh… Let's just say I'm blessed with certain linguistic powers.

In the manga, it was implied Kaeya was able to read an unfamiliar script that not even Lisa, the Akademiya's best student in two hundred years, could understand.

We don't know where Kaeya lived beforehand but he might have lived in the Dark Sea. The Dark Sea is not a literal sea but any place outside of the rule of the Seven. Think Enkanomiya and possibly Khaenri'ah.

Kaeya: But, as you can see, this is but a deserted land. Based on previous experience, I decided that it would be best to wait for contact.

In the Midsummer Island event, Kaeya says he's been stranded on an island before, and in typical Kaeya fashion does not elaborate. (This might be connected to the Nameless Island, which Kaeya visited on his birthday.) Venti alludes Kaeya might have come from the Dark Sea, by the poem he gives him:

Venti: "Majestic waves cresting, surf roaring its tale, none but the ocean to hear as I sing." Venti: "The stars in my eyes as I chart toward the horizon, that into one day, from the endless dome of night I shall spring."

Palaces of the Seelie can be found in one particular ruin of the Dark Sea: Drunkard's Tale, where the Seelie maiden was situated. (AKA Columbina)

This wasteland is said to be a land beyond the dominion of the deities, inhabited only by the grotesque ghostly remains of fallen gods, where the former palaces of the Seelie now stand empty.

In the Veluriyam Mirage event, Kaeya starred in a play written by Zosimos. According to Idyia, Zosimos based the play on a rumor he heard about a thief and a mage, meaning there might be some truth to it. He then combined the story with Idyia's backstory.

Kaeya's character, the unnamed dagger bandit, follows a shooting star, which turns out to be a woman. The dagger bandit is most likely meant to be Pirate Grandpa or someone closely related to Kaeya, since he hailed from a dark realm and his vision is modified to look like an 8-pointed star (as per Zosimos's design). The dark realm could very well be Khaenri'ah.

As it turns out, Zosimos's namesake Zosimos the alchemist, claimed fallen angels were the ones who taught humans the art of metallurgy.

The ancient and divine writings say that the angels became enamoured of women; and, descending, taught them all the works of nature. From them, therefore, is the first tradition, chema, concerning these arts; for they called this book chema and hence the science of chemistry takes its name.

…Yeah, I don't think it's a coincidence the play Kaeya starred in was written by this specific guy 😮‍💨.

Maybe we're meant to equate the fallen star with a fallen angel. Whoever this fallen star and dagger bandit are, is unknown, but I think we can safely assume it has something to do with Kaeya's family and/or Khaenri'ah's deeper lore.

Kaeya's constellation is a peacock. Peacock feathers have countless eyes just like how angels are popularly depicted. In Renaissance art, angels are even portrayed with peacock wings.

The description of Kaeya's friendship namecard in CN implies he has many Augen. 👁

孔雀漂亮尾羽上的花纹很像是永不闭上的眼睛。所以凯亚并非少了一只眼睛、而是··· The patterns on the beautiful tail feathers of a peacock resemble eyes that never close. So Kaeya isn’t missing an eye, but…

And then it just trails off. I think it’s meant to say: "Kaeya isn’t missing an eye, rather he has many of them."

Perhaps they were being literal.

The Jinn In his hangout, Kaeya gifts the Traveler a lamp said to have housed a powerful Jinni. As said before Jinn are descendants of the Seelie.

The people turned against each other, and the Jinn scattered across the lands… Broken souls became fuel to a titanic machine, and the mindless descendants of the Seelie were degraded into slaves of infinite power…

In comparison to other companion gifts, who are connected to their item in some way, Kaeya's gift stands out as an outlier… unless it is a surprise tool that can help us understand him later.

He is also familiar with the tale of the in-game book Shepard and the Magic Bottle, although he changes the ending of the story as he recounts it to Klee. This book is about a Jinni who gets freed from a bottle...

From his hangout, we learn Kaeya owns a lucky coin that can allegedly do anything he wishes from it. He then goes on to say there's a pre-existing arrangement between them. Perhaps this coin has a Jinni fragment inside of it similar to Benben, Jeht's companion.

That would be the simple explanation… but nothing is ever simple with Kaeya.

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

Now onto the most damning piece of evidence. Kaeya himself is based on the changeling baby from Midsummer Night's Dream. Oberon is the Fairy King, whose name is the French derivative of Alberich.

This checks out as Oberon was also an important figure from the Merovingian Dynasty that included names such as Chlothar and Caribert.

Titania is the Fairy Queen, who adopted her scion's baby after she died in childbirth. This baby was the son of an Indian king, in other words, an Indian prince.

In today's popular culture, Titania is the Queen of the Summer Court, also known as the Seelie Court.

Most literature, folklore, and pop-culture interpretations of faerie depict Titania as the actual leader of the Seelie Fey, she often rules the Summer Court.

Princess Fischl is also connected to this play, as she had created a Sommernachtgarten, or Summer Night Garden, that now lies in ruins in the domain Midsummer Courtyard.

Suddenly Kaeya and Fischl being featured in the Midsummer Island events start to make sense. I wouldn't be surprised if Fischl showed up again in this year's summer event.

How Kaeya and Princess Fischl are connected is still unclear but the possibility of them being related keeps growing. Whatever the case, the Indian prince's (adoptive) mom being a Seelie Queen is pretty straightforward.

"But isn't he adopted? That means he isn't a Seelie!" Yes, but remember Oberon, Titania's husband, is Alberich who Kaeya IS related to.

It's hard to tell what direction they're going in, but I have no doubt Kaeya is half-something, because the other character he is based on is Hagen, who is always half-Human, with the other part being either dwarf or elf.

With all the angel/Seelie/Jinn connections, I think we can guess what Kaeya's other half is.

Before I forget: Oberon and Titania fought over the child; Oberon wanted the boy to become a knight, his henchman, but Titania refused as she felt obligated to raise him in his mother's stead. Unfortunately, Oberon succeeded in getting Titania to hand over the child, as he had trapped her in a dream-like state...

Another fun thing I discovered is that the title of the trailer Winter Night's Lazzo is a reference to Midsummer Night's Dream as well.

An explanation for this could be that aside from the aforementioned Seelie, there exist a darker counterpart, the Unseelie, which has its roots in Scottish folklore.

The most common courts from traditional legends are the Seelie or Summer Court, and the Unseelie or Winter Court.

In popular culture, the Unseelie Court is the Winter Court ruled by the Queen of Air and Darkness: the sister of Titania. This Winter Queen seems to be unnamed but I've found some call her Mab, another reference to one of Shakespeare's plays.

Did you know they probably named Snezhnaya after the fairy tale of the Snow Queen, which is Snezhnaya Koroleva in Russian? Snow Queen, Winter Queen, Tsaritsa... The shoe fits 🤷🏽‍♀️

In Genshin, there is no mention of any Unseelie yet, but if the Seelie are like angels, then the Unseelie might be the equivalent of fallen angels or demons. Well, we shall see how that plays out.

Back to Titania, she was a fairy who adopted her friend's son after she passed away. Is there is a character who could fulfill this role for Kaeya, acting as some kind of guardian angel?

NICOLE REEYN

Nicole is a witch of the Hexenzirkel, known as Mage "N". She is a powerful prophet capable of divining the fate of the world.

She is also a teacup.

Alice says Nicole is the guide who never gets lost and that she is obsessed with guiding people. That's literally Seelie 101!

Alice: The "guide who will never get lost" is N, otherwise known as Nicole. You may have not encountered her yet, but she is a truly extraordinary woman who has made this world's direction and order her subject of study. Alice: Some of you may be fortunate enough to have already heard her voice. Like a prophetess, she will only speak to guide people toward the truth when a change has occurred in the world. Alice: She has a tendency to… suddenly speak in someone's mind without any warning.

New dialogue from Wolfy, the stuffed toy from Imaginarium Theater, pretty much confirms Nicole is a Seelie. He talks about a "Boar" Tribe, where the "boars" did bad things and were punished by their Master.

Wolfy: The master took out a rusted set of scales, and told the boars to stack their own things on both sides. If the scales tipped to one side, they could leave.

The boars who gave up their heads turned into animals like wolves, snakes and lizards and the boars who gave up their muscle became rabbits, instinctively guiding people to treasure. Guiding people to treasure is the number one job of the Seelie husks.

Loading Screen Now you see them; now you don't. Once a mighty race that lived to guide mankind, now the most Seelie offer is a little treasure to willing followers.

However, there was one boar who placed their head and muscle evenly on both sides of the scale, which caused it to break in the middle. This "boar" is Nicole.

Wolfy: And so she became a mute person — for she had placed her voice upon the scales as well. Wolfy: She is also a friend of Madame Mage, and I hear she likes to speak in people's heads!

The witch pictured on this slide from the Hexenzirkel teaser is most likely Nicole since it immediately cuts to her teacups.

She is blowing away wind similar to depictions of wind deities. The accompanying subtitle even is "sometimes, we all need to vent our troubles to the wind". This could mean Nicole is some kind of air spirit…or a Seelie, who were once "faster than a storm" according to the Aranara.

Furthermore, Nicole losing her voice, or perhaps giving it up, is reminiscent of the fairy tale The Little Mermaid, written by Hans Christian Anderson, Anderdottir's inspiration. In the book, the mermaid sacrifices her voice to become human. However she fails to uphold the condition and dies, which turns her into an air spirit.

Perhaps she's a Seelie, or a descendant of the Seelie, similar to the Jinn. In the Danish opera Holger Danske, Titania is the Queen of the Sylphs, who are air spirits. We don't have Sylphs mentioned verbatim in the game yet, aside from Venti being an air spirit.

Kaeya conveniently has several references to the wind.

He is dubbed the Frostwind Swordsman, his outfit is called Icy Featherflight, his OTHER outfit is Sailwind Shadow, his sixth constellation is Glacial Whirlwind, and he has a passive that decreases stamina consumption…

Noelle even describes him as someone who comes and goes with the wind.

As mentioned in the previous section, Kaeya was stranded on a deserted island, this might be referring to the Nameless Island, which, according to an old blog post on the official CN website, Kaeya visited on his birthday. Where this island came from is unclear but it is shrouded in mist and invisible on the map.

The Nameless Island has a sun-or moondial associated with the God of Time. The weathered transcription is as follows:

Ravaged Carving: "Stories brought on the wind will bloom into legends in due time."

You can also hear this faint voice speaking when you do the quest related to the island:

Faint Voice: "An ancient tale comes whisked in the wind…" Faint Voice: "In time, it will grow and sprout once again…"

In the same blog post, Kaeya says the following:

我还有很多故事…还有很多时间。 I have plenty of stories… and plenty of time.

😮‍💨

When Kaeya casts his burst you even see him pull the wind towards himself, towards that eight-pointed star.

Furthermore, he came to Mondstadt during a LATE SUMMER NIGHT'S STORM, contradicting the fact that there hasn't been a single storm in Mondstadt since Venti gave them his protection.

Kaeya's Character Story "If Master Crepus hadn't taken me in, I doubt I'd have made it through the storm that night."

Vind: Since Lord Barbatos began protecting Mondstadt, we have not seen a single storm, and the watchtowers have slowly fallen into disrepair.

He probably wasn't lying about this since Varka could have easily fact-checked this with Diluc or Dawn Winery.

Perhaps Nicole was responsible for this odd contradiction if she was the one who guided Kaeya and his father to Dawn Winery. Coincidentally, the Jinni Liloupar was able to command sandstorms at her will.

Liloupar once had the immense power to command sandstorms at her will. The howling gale that lashes the desert used to be the blade and shield at her disposal.

Since the Jinn are descendants of the Seelie, perhaps Nicole could have a similar power. (Or maybe she became a giant wind turbine, who even knows anymore.)

"But why would a witch go through all this trouble for just one guy?" If Titania took care of her friend's baby after she died, then maybe Nicole was friends with Kaeya's mom and decided to offer her protection.

Or perhaps they were sisters. There is after all a teacup from the same teaset missing from the trailer.

Let's just get this out of the way first: No, Nicole is not Diluc's mom, the pattern on the teacups can be found within the architecture of Dawn Winery, which means she's either the founder or an ancestor of Crepus or both. Angel's Share is named as such for a reason.

Diluc does not possess any huge Seelie/fairy/angel/witch connections other than Angel's Share so I don't think she's related to him. Kaeya on the other hand 🤷🏽‍♀️

I am not going to say anything about the possibility of Nicole being Kaeya's mom/grandma, but I will say that Nicole's name means "Victory of the people", while the first character in Kaeya's name means victory as well.

Nicole = from νίκη (níkē, “victory”) +‎ λαός (laós, “people”). Kaeya = 凯亚, 凯 = music of triumph; paean; triumph; victory

And please don't forget the poor missing teacup next to Nicole's, it could be important.

Anyway, Kaeya does have some serious connections to Princess Fischl, with hints at him being a Prince continuing to persist, so he's definitely not some random guy. Whether he's aware of this or not is debatable.

He's called "our last hope", by his father, which like everything pertaining to Kaeya, is never explained. However, the Aranara Aranaga describes hope as a dream that never dissipates… which I thought was pretty poetic.

Aranaga: There are dreams because there is memory. Memory is nourished, so there is life. So, it can grow, the thing to repel Marana (forbidden knowledge). Traveler: I'm guessing you mean "hope"? Aranaga: Yeah, right you are, Golden Nara (Traveler). The thing that flows, cannot be seen, cannot be touched… Hope. Like the wind… But it never dissipates, like a dream.

Nabu Malikata Nicole has some fascinating similarities with Nabu Malikata that I will briefly list here:

Nabu Malikata last name can mean angels but it can also mean queen. Nicole Reeyn's last name is derived from reine which also means queen.

"Nabu" means prophet in Akkadian and she was able to predict her own death, Nicole is a prophetess too.

After Nabu Malikata disappeared, Deshret dreamed of her feeling her way through a crystalline maze. The inside of Irminsul is a crystalline maze. Nicole is part of the Hexenzirkel who travel to the Irminsul to study it.

Nabu Malikata is the Mistress of the Orchard and Wine, Nicole has ties to Dawn Winery, a wine orchard.

Nabu Malikata is also a dream-mother, capable of giving humans dreams. According to Furina's character blurb, Nicole left a fabel inside someone's dream.

I don't think they're the same person but this is one of those things that will keep haunting you once you uncover it. And now they will haunt you.

ARLECCHINO

Enter "Father".

What we know of her so far is that she is the last surviving descendant of Khaenri'ah's Crimson Moon clan. Arlecchino's blood is cursed, yet unlike the other curse-bearers we know like Dainsleif and Chlothar, she still ages visibly. Before we get ahead of ourselves, it's specifically stated in her boss description that she IS the Crimson Moon's SOLE scion, so Kaeya is likely not part of that bloodline.

Someday, the hearth-fire's faint radiance shall burn the old world away, incinerating the final scion of the baleful moon as well.

I think we all know by now that Arlecchino has some angelic features.

Like Kaeya, she is associated with an animal with many eyes: a spider. And like Kaeya, she wears one prominent wing on her back but only when she is in battle. This wing is actually crafted by her from spider silk, so it's not actually an "organic" wing.

Arlecchino shares boss theme lyrics with the most famous one-winged angel in recent history: Sephiroth (FF7). They are both in turn inspired by Abezethibou, a fallen angel with one red wing. The interesting thing about Sephiroth is that he was born from an experiment, where they injected cells from an alien "calamity" into him when he was still a fetus. This led him to develop the iconic one black wing.

Furthermore, the title of Arlecchino can be traced back to the Erlking, an evil elf who could kill children with just one touch. Arlecchino does seem to be somewhat inspired by him as seen in this comparison.

Erlking means Elf King which just so happens to be the meaning of Alberich (Elf King). 🤨 There's even a dude straight up called Alf (elf) in the Perinheri book.

In the Romance-speaking world, beings comparable to elves are widely known by words derived from Latin fata ('fate'), which came into English as fairy. This word became partly synonymous with elf by the early modern period.

😑…

Since the Balemoon Bloodfire that runs through Arlecchino's veins originates from the long-dead Crimson Moon, it's possible that the moons are some kind of angelic construct. According to the artifact Finale of the Deep Galleries, the angels were descended from light itself... But at the time of writing, it's still unclear what exactly the moons are.

To further complicate things, Mona's astrolabe uses the names of 4 Archangels.

(From the Wiki) Mona's astrolabe (Outer ring): GBL URL MKL RPL The archangels Gabriel, Uriel, Michael, and Raphael.

…It is unknown who they are referring to but since she is using her astrolabe to divine someone's fate they could either be the names of the three Moon Sisters + the Sun or the Four Shades.

Arlecchino has another weird ability: her blood can create afterimages or shadows which appear like this around her in her boss fight:

These look awfully similar to the Pari in-game, and Pari just so happen to be like fairies in Persian mythology. Arlecchino's nickname was even Perrie, which is probably a pun on Peri, the inspiration behind the Pari.

In the game, the Pari are sentient beings of Khvarena, which in turn was separated from Nabu Malikata's body. As it happens, Khvarena can also dwell inside humans, these people are called the scions of Khvarena. (More on that here where I proposed Kaeya's mom might have been one of these scions.)

Stamen of Khvarena's Origin Nabu Malikata: "And so I separated you (Khvarena) from my body, and I ask you now to prevent that nightmare's coming."

No doubt about it: Arlecchino is carrying the bloodline of a (dead) moon angel…thing. Maybe all Khaenri'ahns are descendants of angels, but it's hard to say for now if they inherited it through normal means, or if the Crimson Moon clan used a ritual to transmute their blood. According to the book Perinheri, the Crimson Moon dynasty was deeply involved with alchemy, though it fell off by the time of the Eclipse Dynasty.

(Perhaps they even used the Moon's remains (ashes) to achieve this. Maybe that's why Arlecchino glitches: she was "re-born" from the "afterimage" (ashes) of the Crimson Moon.)

Combined with Zosimos's play implying the fallen star was a fallen angel, Khaenri'ahns could very well be descendants of fallen angels. In that case, they could be like the Nephilim, who are descendants of humans and fallen angels. Nephilim is often translated as giants or the fallen ones, which is very funny considering the meaning of Titania's name (Titan).

The name Titania for the queen of the fairies appears to have been the invention of Shakespeare, for, as Mr. Ritson remarks, she is not "so called by any other writer." Why, however, the poet designated her by this title, presents, according to Mr. Keightley, no difficulty. "It was," he says, "the belief of those days that the fairies were the same as the classic nymphs, the attendants of Diana. The Fairy Queen was therefore the same as Diana whom Ovid (Met. iii. 173) styles Titania."

Also, scholars suggest Shakespeare's Titania is ultimately referring to the moon goddess Diana, so make of that what you will. There's even a part in the play where Titania looks up at the moon and likens it to a crying eye… Another fun fact: on Tsurumi island, there's a mural from the ancient civilization ruins that references a poem about Diana by the Latin poet Catullus.

In any case, Arlecchino basically adds fuel to the theory that Khaenri'ahns might be the descendants of angels/Seelie. Though whether they inherited it naturally or through snorting up moon ashes remains to be seen. The Balemoon Bloodfire is dubbed a "noble blood" which means the Crimson Moon clan was regarded as nobility. Just another thing Arlecchino and Kaeya have in common.

This poses another conundrum for Kaeya though: if it's his Khaenri'ahn father who gave him his supposed "angel" ancestry as opposed to his mother, we're still left with the mystery of where he got his royal heritage from. Nobility ≠ royalty.

The Alberichs weren't of royal blood, we know this, yet Kaeya's prince-baiting adventure continues, same as it ever was 😮‍💨

BREATH OF THE FEYWILD

This is the fun part where I list similarities between Kaeya and the Seelie, from his design to his personality. Full disclosure, this is not to be taken too seriously!

Visual Design As you know, Kaeya has a giant wing on his back with three feathers.

No one else has wings on their outfit other than Paimon and Skirk who has a tiny one on her back. Arlecchino has one wing that only appears in battle or during her charged attack. Seelie courts have a little wing emblem and that angel in the Dragonspine Mural has a stylized wing.

Kaeya has one eye and wears a fluffy boa, same as the Seelie husks we see floating around. Though Kaeya doesn't have two horns, the peacock on his namecard does have two little feathers on its head.

Also, the Seelie emblem on the domain murals look similar to the 8-pointed star on Kaeya's outfit. The downward point is elongated which could represent the cone-shaped legs the Seelie husks have.

Seelie and their beauty keep being equated to moonlight… Kaeya is called canonically good-looking in game and has unexplained light streaks in his hair.

Kaeya was left in Mondstadt (Moon City), ordered a Moonlit Alley in his hangout (with Venti present) and gifted the Traveler a Moon Pie for his most recent birthday 😒. Surely of no importance whatsoever.

Personality I am basing this on the known Seelie we have in the game: Nabu Malikata, Columbina, and Angelica (from the book Perinheri).

First of, Seelie were guides of humanity, and taught them wisdom and language.

Arama: A Seelie? In the ancient stories, Seelies were a great race with wisdom and beauty beyond the pale of this earth. They traveled with Nara (humans) and taught Nara languages and the philosophy of nature.

… In his teapot dialogue, Kaeya offers to put together a guide for the Traveler when they ask for his wisdom.

Traveler: Can I rely on your words of wisdom in the future? Kaeya: I'm at your service. In fact… would you like me to compile a guide for you…? Kaeya: It would contain all kinds of practical knowledge for at home and on the road, including the techniques I have developed for communicating with people from all walks of life. I'd like to share it all with you.

Kaeya acts as a teacher for Klee giving her advice on how to dodge the authorities (Jean) and whatnot.

Speaking of dodging, as stated previously, Seelie were said to be faster than a storm, and Kaeya has a passive called Hidden Strength that decreases stamina consumption. He's actually one of the fastest running characters-gameplay wise.

The loading screen description for Seelie says the following;

Now you see them, now you don't.

Finally an explanation for Kaeya's ability to teleport in his normal attacks. It's just as Noelle said, he comes and goes with the wind.

In Scottish folklore Seelie will ask humans for help and give them a reward in return. In his Story Quest, Kaeya does the same, asking the Traveler for help and gifting them a sword for their efforts. Yes, it was a trap but he did do all of that, and in his Story Quest no less! Story Quests are designed as a glimpse into the character's life….

Wait a minute, he led them into a trap. Where have I heard that before?

Angelica! The woman from the book Perinheri is very obviously an angel (HER NAME LITERALLY GIVES IT AWAY) and thus potentially a Seelie, or at least someone belonging to the angel hierarchy.

Angelica led Hleobrant on with promises and then led him into a trap, not unlike what Nabu Malikata did to Deshret. She knew she was going to die and used his feelings for her to make sure she would never be forgotten.

Furthermore, if a Seelie is insulted they will exact revenge on those who wronged them. Kaeya can be a very petty person, as stated by Adelinde.

Diluc: Yes… about Kaeya… Diluc: I should have known he would see this as the perfect opportunity to get back at me.

Dude pulled up the Wikipedia page on Seelie 😭😭😭.

Another thing about Kaeya is that he will collect the fears and sensitivities of people as material to tease them about. …In the Harbingers trailer, Columbina teases Dottore about his age, knowing full well he's sensitive about it.

Columbina: I must say, you're looking very young today, Doctor Dottore: You know very well that I do not take that as a compliment

Wanderer describes Columbina as someone who is eerily unbothered and unfazed in every situation.

About Damselette Let me ask: what should you do if you were to encounter a "damsel" who is oblivious and innocent at any given time, and unconcerned and unfeeling in any given situation? If it were me, I could at least challenge her to a fight. But if it were you… with your conscience, I would stay away from her.

In his character story, Kaeya is described as having a cavalier attitude which in that context means, "showing arrogant or offhand disregard; dismissive", since he put the lives of his men in danger by triggering a Ruin Guard 😂. They hate to see a whimsical guy winning.

Character Story 5 Sinister thoughts flashed through Kaeya's mind, and he simply smirked: "This world is truly… fascinating."

You can also see this in Crepus's famous death scene where he was standing in the back smirking just according to keikaku.

According to Scara, Columbina appears to be oblivious, though whether she's feigning or not remains to be seen. Kaeya has his own fair share of moments where he pretends to be in the dark.

Think the opposite of Furina who pretended to know everything.

He even acted like a "damsel" in need of help right of the bat in his Story Quest.

Kaeya: This is bad… Such a hassle… What am I going to do… Traveler: What's wrong, Kaeya? You don't usually lose your chill. Kaeya: Oh, thank the Thousand Winds! (Traveler), your arrival must be the grace of the gods! Kaeya: If I may ask — envoy sent by the Anemo God to save this mere mortal — could you spare a moment?

(Would be very fun if Columbina and Kaeya know each other from the dark recesses that is Kaeya's childhood and Kaeya is mimicking her behavior like some kind of mentee.)

Both Nabu Malikata and Columbina do not seem to possess human emotions which makes sense since they operate on a higher level than humans. Does make you wonder if Kaeya's occasionally strange behavior is a result of him being half-Seelie.

While not exactly a personality trait, Kaeya repeats some of Nicole's sayings which I thought was interesting.

Nicole: History does not change easily, but human hearts can. Kaeya: History always repeats itself. Kaeya: Anyway, that's exactly why actors need to wake up and realize they don't have to follow the script. There's nothing to stop them from following their gut and making it up as they go along.

As for why Kaeya would know this: find out in 2026 😂 (😭)

Venti Since fairies and air spirits are another potential branch of Kaeya's family tree we can consult the most prominent air spirit in the game: Venti.

Kaeya and Venti have a lot in common, personality wise. Both like alcohol, are mischievous, and have a very mellow attitude.

They also tend to disappear when we need lore the most.

This is very stereotypical of how fairies are portrayed. Down to their love of wine and penchant to pull pranks.

Is Venti some kind of Seelie? Well, he does have wings, and he was a single thread of the thousand winds (Istaroth) which represent freedom… Freedom, just like Angelica.

Play within a play In Midsummer Night's Dream, the fairies toy with the humans like dolls. It's their meddling that causes all the mishaps in the play. They even call Oberon the King of Shadows, with shadows referring to the fairies as well as being Elizabethan slang for actors.

[…] even within this fictional world [Shakespeare] has created, the human characters are still treated as plot devices, pawns to be manipulated and directed across the play by the faeries.

If you've read the manga, you know where this is going.

If not:

“All the world's a stage, and all the people merely players – Kaeya Alberich”

–William Shakespeare

Kaeya has more instances where he treats people like they are fulfilling a role: in his outfit description he talks about the bandit and the knight as roles they have to fulfill. When he first meets the Traveler, he applauds like he just witnessed a performance. In Diluc's Story Quest, he breaks the fourth wall by mentioning the chapter of the Story Quest he's in.

Paimon: Kaeya!? Where did you come from? Kaeya: I just picked a good spot to quietly sit and watch the show. Paimon: Whaaa… You've been here this whole time!?

BECAUSE HE COMES AND GOES LIKE THE WIND KEEP UP PAIMON

And after Crepus's death he ponders on the roles he should have played: that of a son and that of a brother.

Very normal behavior…FOR A SEELIE.

You see, Deshret and Nabu Malikata created a City for the Jinn, called the City of Amphitheaters… where they had theaters 😮‍💨

Altar of Mirages The Jinn once used this place as a free theater and a paradise without sorrow or care.

Princess Fischl also introduced theater to the paradise of the Immernachtreich where her people would dedicate plays to her. (Don't underestimate how connected she is to all this!)

PERINHERI

In case you're unaware, a new book released in patch 4.5 called Perinheri has given us new Khaenri'ah lore. I'll only mention the bits relevant to the theory but it's definitely worth reading if you haven't already.

In the story, a woman named Angelica visits the "Kingdom" as a supposed Princess from some defeated nation. Angelica declares she will marry the greatest knight of the Kingdom and lists several names, one of which is Alberich, leader of half of the knights.

But that's not the only interesting part.

Angelica leads Hleobrant outside the Kingdom's borders which causes him to transform into a beast. This is because he is cursed: his ancestors forsook their gods when they came to live at the Kingdom.

Angelica, however, bears no such curses as she explains:

The witch, Angelica, explained thus: "Hleobrant is the descendant of those who forsook their god and came to the Kingdom. This is why the Kingdom's obstinately pure-blooded aristocracy persists. This is the price of betraying your own god. As for you, Perinheri, you are one who drifted there. Thus, you bear no such curse. You may not have the nobility to shoulder a world, but you too have your own destiny. And as for me? I betrayed no one, not for a moment, until my god died, so I too bear this curse not. But you now see who I truly am, yes?"

Look. I don't think I need to spell this out but Angelica is an angel, her name is even explained to mean "one who is as a divine emissary", which, as we established before, are Seelie. Kaeya even has that stupid book The Adventures of Angelos which is obviously a hint towards whatever the fuck he is.

Angelos, Angelica…. Need I say more? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

She also conveniently disappears at the end BECAUSE SHE COMES AND GOES LIKE THE WIND

Anyway, this could explain why Kaeya isn't cursed, his mother/grandmother was a Seelie who never forsook her god. We don't know what the bloodline of Khaenri'ahns consists of… so I can't confidently say they are all descendants of angels. Kaeya definitely is though. You're still a Seelie and that's FINAL.

Otherwise I don't know how else you could explain all of the above.

If he's not a Seelie/angel or a descendant of one, then the only explanation I can think of is that he was blessed by one and is under their protection. Perhaps he was even raised by a bunch of them like the Indian prince from Shakespeare's play.

Maybe in some kind of Sommernachtgarten ☀️🌺

Or a Winter Palace 👸🏼❄️

Frost Prince, Sun Prince, Seelie Prince, whatever Kaeya might be, I will keep updating this post as we go along for the sake of the five people reading this 🫡.

It's like Shakespeare always said, it's Kaeya's world and we're all just living in it.

#genshin impact #kaeya alberich #kaeya #nicole reeyn #arlecchino #.txt #lore bytes #typing this out = hell

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waiting for us — chapter forty one. sunset wc. 677 + 2 ss a/n: so while writing this i listened to waiting for us (both versions) and was like lowkey on the verge of sobbing. anyway enjoy :D

Later that night almost feels like a repeat of this morning, Jeongin driving you to the same little outlook that Chan had taken you to. This time though you actually follow him to the clearing. The sun has almost left the horizon, the same familiar orange glow slowly fading into black. Jeongin lays out a fuzzy blanket and motions for you to sit down. As you do, he quickly runs back to the car, rummaging in the back seat. He comes back with a small picnic basket, filled with a small bento dinner (courtesy of one Minho). Once the two of you had finished the food, the sun has already set, leaving the two of you basking in the light of the moon, stars shining bright in the sky. You’re on your back against the blanket, your heads lightly pressed against each other and hands linked together. Jeongin attempts to point out any constellations he knows but to be honest both of you are pretty clueless about astronomy. But it doesn’t matter, you feel so content and cozy just staring up at the vast sky, thinking about how big the universe is - wondering if there was anything more out there.

You end up completely curled up onto Jeongin, head resting against his chest. You can feel his heart beat echoing in your ear and you find it cute that’s it’s slightly fast just from having you so close. It feels like barely any time has passed but the two of you end up spending a few hours out there. Even though you still have a few hours left before your curfew, you’d rather not risk it for now. When you sit up, you stretch your arms out from having laid down for so long, bones popping lightly. Jeongin moves to clean up but you pull him back down to sit. He blinks at you confusingly, head tilting cutely.

“Jeongin,” He nods his head, encouraging you to continue. “Thank you,”

“Huh? For what?”

“For finding me. For not giving up on me even when I tried to push you away. You could have given up on me, seeing that I wasn’t worth it. But you stayed. You fought for me. I really can’t thank you enough,”

His smile turns bright, a fondness swimming in his dark eyes. Jeongin brings a hand to cup at your jaw, brushing back some of your hair. Your eyes flutter shut for a second, relishing in his small touch.

“Silly girl. We would never give up on you, even if you had decided you had wanted to be platonic. You have and will always be so important to us. Now that you’re with us, we could never let you go. You are ours. Forever. Until the end of time,” Jeongin swipes his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the single tear that falls from your face.

“Jeongin. I love you,” His eyes widen and get watery, looking like he might cry himself.

“God. Y/N. I love you so fucking much,” His words are almost a whisper, like a secret just between the two of you. Jeongin pulls your face closer to his so he can press his lips softly against yours. It’s sweet, soft kisses shared between the two of you, lips slotted perfectly together. His tongue is tentative when it swipes across your lower tier, testing the waters with how far you’re willing to go.

But when you part your lips for his tongue, it feels like he’s lost all control. Jeongin’s hand comes to cup the back of your head, leaning you back down against the blanket, his other hand holding himself up to hover over you. He’s practically devouring you, tongue licking into your mouth and prodding your own wet muscle.

Jeongin finds that he absolutely loves the way your lips look after he pulls away, slightly swollen and slick. You’re staring up at him with literal sparkles in your eyes and Jeongin thinks that you were quite literally everything and more than they could have ever hoped for.

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amirasainz · 1 year ago

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Hey sweetie, could you do more Kelly and max with reader please, reckon their underrated

FLUFF!!! Enjoy reading and let me now if you have some requests. I will take a short break from writing to focuse on my lasts exams. But afterwards, I'll write all of your requests.

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

Sunset Serenade

Max Kelly and Amira had always been inseparable. Their love story was etched in the sands of time, and the beach was their sanctuary—a place where laughter danced with the waves and secrets whispered through the salty breeze.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the Amira Luxury Resort’s private beach. Max, with his sun-kissed hair and easy smile, spread a blanket on the sand. Kelly, her eyes the color of the Aegean Sea, unpacked a picnic basket filled with fresh fruit, cheese, and a bottle of chilled wine.

Amira, radiant in her sundress, twirled toward them. Her laughter echoed as she skipped across the sand, her feet leaving delicate imprints. Max and Kelly watched, hearts swelling, as she spun like a dervish, her joy contagious.

“Look at her,” Max whispered to Kelly. “She’s our sun, our moon, our everything.”

Kelly nodded, her fingers brushing against Max’s. “We’re lucky, you know. To have found each other and to share this paradise with Amira.”

As the sun dipped lower, they settled on the blanket, toes buried in the sand. Amira strummed a guitar, the notes blending with the rhythmic lapping of the waves. Kelly leaned against Max, her head on his shoulder, while Amira sat cross-legged, her eyes wandering towards the horizont.

“Sing for us, Schatje,” Max pleaded, his voice like a seashell pressed to her ear.

And so, Amira sang—an old spansih ballad of love and longing. Her voice carried across the beach, weaving through the palm trees and reaching the distant cliffs. Kelly hummed along, her eyes never leaving Amira’s face.

The sky transformed—a canvas of pastel hues. Pink melted into orange, and the sea mirrored the colors, as if the universe conspired to paint their love story. Amira’s fingers danced on the guitar strings, and Kelly’s heart swelled. She knew this moment was fleeting, yet it held eternity within its grasp.

After a while, Amira leaned against Kelly, her head resting on her chest. “Tell me a story,” she whispered.

Kelly glanced at Max, who nodded. “Once upon a time,” Kelly began, “there were three souls entwined by fate. Amira, the poet, sang of love. Max, the racer, painted sunsets. And I, the dreamer, wove their stories into constellations.”

Amira’s eyes sparkled. “What happened next?”

Max leaned in, his lips brushing Kelly’s temple. “They danced under the moon, their laughter echoing across the waves. And when the stars blinked awake, they made promises—of forever, of love that transcended time.”

Amira sighed, her fingers tracing patterns in the sand. “I want that,” she said softly.

“You have it,” Kelly whispered. “In every sunrise, every shared smile, every stolen kiss.”

As darkness settled, they huddled closer, wrapped in the cocoon of their love. Max hummed a lullaby, and Amira’s eyes fluttered shut. Kelly pressed her lips to Max’s, tasting salt and sweetness.

“Forever,” Max murmured against her mouth.

“Forever,” Kelly echoed.

And so, they sat—a trio of hearts, bound by love, watching the stars emerge one by one. The waves whispered secrets, and the moon painted silver trails on the water. Amira slept, her dreams filled with sunflowers and seashells.

As the night deepened, Max and Kelly held hands, their love a constellation in the vastness of the universe. They knew that tomorrow would bring new tides, but tonight—the beach, the music, and the magic—belonged to them.

And so, they stayed, under the star-studded sky, doting on Amira, their love story etched in the sands of time.

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trixiegalaxy · 1 year ago

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#detective conan #detective conan anime #detective conan series #case closed #Ep 164 - The Secret of the Moon the Star and the Sun (Part 2)#The Secret of the Moon the Star and the Sun (Part 2)#The Secret of the Sun Moon and Stars (Part 2)#The Secret of the Moon the Star and the Sun #The Secret of the Sun Moon and Stars #episode 164 #anime #anime series #anime tv show #mystery series #japanese tv show

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numberonenat · 2 years ago

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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on my candy love characters...

here's part 2 and 3: others / dateables ul + chani

here's what it gave me:

castiel:

"make me wanna die" by the pretty reckless

"ignorance" by paramore

"welcome to the black parade" by my chemical romance

"bring me to life" by evanescence

"sugar, we're goin down" by fall out boy

"i write sins not tragedies" by panic! at the disco

"sk8er boi" by avril lavigne

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"dirty little secret" by the all-american rejects

"i hate everything about you" by three days grace

"numb" by linkin park

"so cold" by breaking benjamin

"gasoline" by halsey

"the kill (bury me)" by 30 seconds to mars

"i miss you" by blink-182

nathaniel:

"fix you" by coldplay

"fireflies" by owl city

"hey, soul sister" by train

"how to save a life" by the fray

"i'm yours" by jason mraz

"all of me" by john legend

"love song" by sara bareilles

"banana pancakes" by jack johnson

"you're beautiful" by james blunt

"the way i am" by ingrid michaelson

"thinking out loud" by ed sheeran

"bubbly" by colbie caillat

"say something" by a great big world

"make you feel my love" by adele

"count on me" by bruno mars

lysandre:

"supermassive black hole" by muse

"personal jesus" by depeche mode

"sweater weather" by the neighbourhood

"mr. brightside" by the killers

"do i wanna know?" by arctic monkeys

"intro" by the xx

"shake it out" by florence + the machine

"summertime sadness" by lana del rey

"creep" by radiohead

"running up that hill" by placebo

"closer" by nine inch nails

"only happy when it rains" by garbage

"1979" by the smashing pumpkins

"sour times" by portishead

"teardrop" by massive attack

kentin:

"good vibrations" by the beach boys

"walking on sunshine" by katrina and the waves

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"good time" by owl city

"here comes the sun" by the beatles

"happy" by pharrell williams

"sun street" by katrina and the waves

"shut up and dance" by walk the moon

"i'm a believer" by the monkees

"africa" by toto

"i'm gonna be (500 miles)" by the proclaimers

"dancing queen" by abba

"mr. blue sky" by elo

"all star" by smash mouth

"on top of the world" by imagine dragons

armin:

"video killed the radio star" by the buggles

"don't stop me now" by queen

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"take on me" by a-ha

"livin' on a prayer" by bon jovi

"sweet child o' mine" by guns n' roses

"every breath you take" by the police

"another one bites the dust" by queen

"don't you (forget about me)" by simple minds

"eye of the tiger" by survivor

"we will rock you" by queen

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"sweet caroline" by neil diamond

"boys of summer" by don henley

"hotel california" by eagles

i actually like this a lot lol

this is always so fun to make even if they don't make sense so yeah qskjvfhdjw

i'll make a part 2!!!

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shadyfestivalperfection · 24 days ago

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THE BINDING THRONE~2

Summery: The Binding Throne is a dark fantasy where Y/N is bound by ancient magic to Bucky and Loki—two dangerous men consumed by obsession. As passion, power, and prophecy collide, she must embrace her fate as queen or be devoured by it.

Characters: Dark!Loki x f!reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Dark fantasy, obsessive behavior, manipulation,smut,possessiveness

||Main Masterlist|| ||Series Masterlist||

||PART 1: THE SEER’S TETHER||

CHAPTER TWO: THRONE

The keep whispered.

Not in words, but in sensations.

It pulsed beneath your feet like a living thing, old and powerful—its walls layered with spells and secrets you could feel but not yet understand. You’d lost track of time in this place. Whether a day had passed or a week, you couldn’t say.

The sky outside the narrow windows never changed. Always that same bruised violet, streaked with silver lightning. No sun. No stars. No sound of birds or breeze—only silence and the constant sensation that you were being watched.

Because you were.

They did not leave you alone.

Not truly.

Bucky watched from the shadows. Silent, still. Always present in the corridors you crossed, at the edge of every room you entered. A sentinel in black and steel, he trailed you like a wolf—never speaking unless he must, but his gaze a constant pressure on your spine.

Loki, in contrast, made no effort to hide his fascination.

He joined your mornings like a lover who’d always known your body. Draped in green velvet and the scent of ancient things, he’d lean in close with a smirk on his lips and a spell on his tongue. He wanted you to laugh. To challenge him. To want him.

And you did. Against your better judgment, your blood warmed when he neared. When he spoke of magic and power and the ways he could show you both. He read your hesitations like scripture—and twisted them sweetly into temptation.

“Do you know what they used to call this place?” he asked one evening, standing beside you in the tower garden. The moon—if it could be called that—hovered high above, casting pale light through thorny vines. “The Grave of Choice.”

You arched a brow. “Comforting.”

He smiled. “Not everything beautiful is safe, darling.”

You looked up at him, your own magic crackling faintly in your fingertips. “You think this place is beautiful?”

He turned to you fully then, his hand lifting to brush a lock of hair from your face. He didn’t touch you—but the threat of contact made you still.

“I think you are,” he said. “And that’s far more dangerous.”

Before you could answer, Bucky emerged from the archway behind you—his arrival utterly silent.

Loki’s expression darkened, subtly. “Do you ever knock, wolf?”

Bucky ignored him. His gaze found yours. “The binding grows stronger.”

You tensed. “What do you mean?”

He stepped forward, eyes flicking to the base of your throat. You followed his gaze—and froze.

The obsidian pendant.

The runes on its surface had changed. They glowed faintly now, pulsing with heat like coals under skin.

“It responds to both of us,” Bucky said. His voice was low. Careful. “But only through you.”

Loki folded his arms. “Fascinating. The seer as conduit. Oracle and offering.”

Your throat tightened. “I’m not your offering.”

Bucky’s jaw flexed. “Not yet.”

You backed away.

But the air shifted—and the garden changed.

Vines twisted behind you. The walls closed in. The doors disappeared.

Magic.

Loki’s doing.

You turned on him. “Release the spell.”

He gave you a slow smile. “I will. But not until you answer one thing.”

You didn’t respond.

He stepped closer, each movement deliberate. Predatory.

“Do you want either of us?” he asked, voice silk and steel. “Or do you merely fear being wanted?”

Silence followed. You couldn’t speak.

He raised a hand, and this time he did touch you—his fingers grazing your jaw, the briefest contact, but it burned.

You heard Bucky shift. The garden trembled with it.

“Enough,” Bucky said. There was a warning in his tone. One that sent cold through the stone beneath your feet.

Loki chuckled. “So territorial. But don’t worry, soldier. I’m not here to steal her.”

You pulled away. “I’m not something to be stolen.”

That stopped them both.

The vines loosened.

The spell lifted.

You left them standing there, fury and magic crackling in your wake.

____

The next morning, you woke to a whisper.

Not in your room.

In your mind.

Come to the mirror hall.

It was Loki’s voice.

You shouldn’t have listened.

You went anyway.

The hall was vast and cold. Mirrors lined every surface—tall, silver-edged, enchanted. You saw yourself reflected a thousand ways. Older. Younger. Stronger. Broken.

And then, Loki appeared behind you.

No longer grinning.

He stepped beside you, gaze locked on your reflection.

“Do you want to see your power?” he asked.

You hesitated.

“Not what the world says it should be,” he added. “Not what your bloodline must be. But what it could become.”

Your breath caught.

He reached for you—and when your fingers touched, the mirrors shattered.

You weren’t in the hall anymore.

You stood in a dream-version of yourself. Crowned in flame. Runes carved into your skin. Magic pouring from your mouth like language never spoken aloud. In this version, you belonged to nothing. To no one.

And yet…

Bucky stood behind you.

And Loki beside you.

One hand on your heart.

The other at your throat.

Both of them waiting.

Both of them wanting.

You tore free of the vision with a scream.

Fell to your knees in the real hall.

Loki knelt beside you, his face pale. “You saw it.”

You trembled. “What was that?”

He didn’t smile. “Your destiny.”

____

Later that night, Bucky came to your chamber.

You were still shaken. Still furious. Still burning with questions you couldn’t silence.

“Why me?” you demanded when he stepped inside, closing the door with a quiet click. “What do you want from me?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked at you like a man preparing to do something he’d hate himself for.

Finally, he said:

“I was a weapon before I was a man. A monster before I had a name. But something in me stilled the first time I saw you.”

You swallowed hard.

He stepped closer.

“Your magic… It doesn’t run from mine. It listens.”

You shivered. “And Loki?”

His jaw clenched. “He wants to possess you.”

“And you don’t?”

He stepped closer still—until you could feel the cold of his metal arm brushing the heat of your skin.

“I want to protect you from what’s coming,” he said. “Even if that means protecting you from me.”

You stared up at him.

“Then why stay?”

His voice dropped.

“Because I can’t leave you.”

——-

And in the weeks that followed, the keep changed.

Loki showed you spells no mortal had ever seen—he taught you to read the threads between realms, to twist the air into shapes, to wield fire with your eyes alone.

Bucky showed you silence. Strength. Protection. He taught you to fight, not with rage, but with precision. And when you couldn’t sleep, it was his footsteps you heard outside your door.

They circled each other like lions.

And you were the flame between them.

But the throne—the Binding Throne—still waited.

It would choose.

And you would feel the cost of that choice in your blood, your bones, your soul.

Until then…

You were not safe.

But you were no longer powerless.

-to be continued

#marvel #shadyfestivalperfection #female reader #fanfiction #romance #avengers #mcu #sebastian stan #loki #loki x reader x bucky #loki x y/n #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #loki series #loki x reader

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salt-clangen · 1 month ago

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Moon 19 pt 2

Leaf fall

A/N: I have one more part for this moon then we are officially done with moon 19!

Trigger warnings: descriptions of violence and mild gore

It was a cool, foggy morning as Snowspeckle led Kelppaw and Ottersplash out with the dawn patrol.

“How did Archstar know about the body?” Kelppaw asked, her voice a mixture of nerves and excitement, finally trusted enough to hear these secrets.

“Someone must’ve said too much at a gathering,” Snowspeckle grumbled, shooting a sharp glance at her apprentice.

“It wasn’t me!” Kelppaw squeaked. “I was too busy talking about my crafting!”

“Could’ve just been a lucky guess,” Ottersplash offered. “We were asking a lot of… specific questions. Besides, Wolfstar said they never actually mentioned a body.”

“They could’ve been talking about Nighthowl.” Kelppaw said. “Which is weird because they shouldn’t know about that either, but still.”

Snowspeckle grunted, relenting a little. “Maybe. I just don’t know what their endgame is.”

They padded down the damp beach, the air heavy with sea mist. The sand clung to their paws.

“Do you think maybe Archstar was supposed to be the founder of SaltClan?” Kelppaw asked hesitantly.

“I don’t know,” Ottersplash said. “OakClan’s whole thing is that StarClan led them to their home.”

“Yeah. Just in time, too,” Snowspeckle muttered. “I was there when they arrived. Silverstar was down to his last lives — paranoid and half-mad. He made Archstar his deputy on his deathbed.”

“Why not his actual deputy?” Kelppaw asked, frowning.

“Because his deputy poisoned him,” Snowspeckle said grimly, leading them to the far border near the half-bridge. “Silverstar realized it only after he’d swallowed the last of the tea.”

Kelppaw shivered.

“So he named Archstar — a complete stranger — as deputy and exiled his old one before he died,” Snowspeckle finished.

“What happened to the old deputy?” Kelppaw pressed.

“He tried to kill Archstar before they even got their nine lives. Had a few supporters, too. Archstar defeated him — was going to let him live, but…” she paused. “A tree fell. Crushed him before he could strike.”

Kelppaw gasped. “That’s crazy!” she shouted, bounding a few paces ahead on the wet sand.

“A sign from StarClan if there ever was one,” Ottersplash murmured.

“Still,” Snowspeckle said, flicking her tail, “I can’t imagine why they’re so interested in us. They’re a strange gib. Stars know what goes on in that head half the time.”

The conversation faded as they reached the half-bridge.

The sky was still a bruised gray, the sun hidden behind thick clouds.

The sea crashed against the shore in slow, heavy sighs.

Marking the border was simple — almost boring — but Kelppaw liked being out with her mentor, and Ottersplash was always good company. She wondered if they might collect shells on the way back.

She opened her mouth to ask—

—and froze.

A flicker of movement — a pale shape shifting through the mist.

“Snowspeckle,” she hissed, nudging the deputy urgently.

The patrol turned as one.

Standing a few fox-lengths away, half-swallowed by the fog, was a gaunt cat — bone-thin and motionless.

“This is SaltClan territory!” Snowspeckle yowled, keyed up from the tense conversations, stepping protectively in front of Kelppaw, her fur bristling.

“State your business — or go!” Ottersplash snapped.

The figure didn’t move.

Didn’t even flinch as they charged toward it.

But before they could reach it —

—it was gone.

Kelppaw skidded to a stop, heart hammering.

Ottersplash spun around, searching the mist with wide, furious eyes.

“We all saw that, right?” Kelppaw squeaked, her voice cracking.

Snowspeckle didn’t answer.

She was staring at the sand where the figure had stood.

A single trail of pawprints, pressed deep into the wet beach, led away — not toward the rocks — but down, down toward the churning sea.

The patrol stood frozen, the mist curling around them like cold fingers.

And the surf whispered against the shore, as if trying to drag something — or someone — home.

Despite what his mates believed, Mallowstripe found his dream-walking ability dull at best, and maddening at worst. He would never speak against a gift from StarClan—not aloud—but sometimes he wondered why it had been given to him. He couldn’t change the dreams, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t steer them, couldn’t wake from them, couldn’t stop seeing things he was never meant to see.

His old mentor had once spoken of cats with real gifts—true seers. She had known some, and heard stories of others: cats who could summon visions of the future, who spoke with ghosts, who felt the press of omens before they ever arrived. They followed strange scents and shadows like whispers, and found signs left just for them. Some could travel great distances with only their minds, bridging StarClan and the waking world like it was a stream.

Mallowstripe had asked her how he could train his gift, how to shape it. But nothing ever worked. The ability didn’t respond to effort—only to time. And now that it was stronger, it was simply… heavier.

Lately, he was frustrated. It wasn’t Wolfstar’s fault—stars knew he could never blame her—but her nightmares bled into him. Awake, they prickled beneath his fur. Asleep, they dragged him into darker places than he wanted to go.

Sometimes, he missed the nursery. Nighthowl and Thistle dreamed soft, round dreams, full of warmth and milk and safety. Being near them was like curling into his father’s belly again.

But he had a duty to his mate. He couldn’t let her know how much it affected him. She was already carrying so much. Lynxdawn, at least, understood. She had steeped his skullcap into a thick oil, dulling his senses just enough to keep the worst at bay. It helped.

Tonight, though, he’d forgotten.

The day had blurred by—prepping for the Harvest Moon, tending to the firepit, seeing to the dens. By the time dusk fell, the thought had slipped past him. Now he stood at the den’s entrance, pulse quick and sharp, dread brushing his whiskers.

Wolfstar was already asleep. Her breath was steady—but that meant nothing. Night terrors always came silently at first.

Shadowdive was awake, eyes glowing faintly in the dark, tracking him silently. His quieter mate always waited for him. He hated it when either nest went empty.

Wolfstar didn’t stir. She was perfectly still—too still. Mallowstripe circled carefully, tension clinging to his spine. Something was… off.

Shadowdive exhaled and drifted into sleep. Mallowstripe tried to follow, curling close beside Wolfstar. Her white fur was cold beneath his nose, though her chest still rose and fell.

He closed his eyes.

The drop into dreams was always the same. He never noticed the moment it began. One breath, and he was somewhere else.

The air buzzed like flies in his ears. Everything looked too tall, too far. The world had no sky—just an endless black ceiling veined with red light, like the inside of a rotting eye.

The moon was full, a thick orange gold, like an unblinking pupil.

Two cats stood before him: Wolfstar and Jaggedstar. He knew them, despite their shapes being… wrong.

Jaggedstar’s dark pelt was gone. She was rail-thin, a golden tortoiseshell now, her eyes sunken and wet, her ribs a cage of trembling bones. Her voice came twisted, like stone dragged across bark.

Wolfstar was huge—larger than life. Her sleek pelt had shifted to a brown tabby, Her scent was thick and wrong, sour like a tom’s. Her voice came from too many mouths—it cracked like thunder. “You left!”

She struck Jaggedstar hard across the face. Blood spattered her claws. Jaggedstar collapsed, bones clattering like sticks beneath her skin.

“I tried,” she sobbed, reaching with twisted, gnarled paws. “I tried to come home. I never stopped trying. After everything—”

“You did this!” Wolfstar screamed, dodging her mother’s grasp like it was venomous. “You left me!”

Another blow, landing on the downed molly’s ribs, a wet crunch.

“You did this!”

Crunch.

“I was here!”

Crunch.

“I led the clan!”

Crunch.

“I was there when Dad died!”

Crunch.

“I buried him!”

Crunch

“You left me!”

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Jaggedstar’s collapsed in a heap, a ruin of fur and twitching limbs. Wolfstar sobbed once—then ran, vanishing into the dark like mist.

Mallowstripe couldn’t move. He wanted to scream. His body didn’t belong to him.

Then the corpse sat up.

It wasn’t Jaggedstar anymore.

The golden pelt was still there, but wrong. Warped. The eyes—red and green—locked onto him. He knew them.

He couldn’t flinch. Not even in dreams.

The fur of its face peeled away slowly, drooping like wet leaves. The flesh slid off next, hissing as it hit the blood-soaked ground. What remained was a skull—bleached and grinning.

Its eye sockets burned like coals.

“You still don’t know my name,” it whispered. The voice came from everywhere—inside his head, inside his ribs, scraping at the soft places behind his eyes. “They buried me. And buried me. And still I speak.”

He tried to breathe. He couldn’t.

“I was clanless. Kitless. Clawless. Even in death, they leave me no peace.”

The shadows around them twisted. Trees bled bark. Stones sank into mud made of fur and bone.

“I will not stay buried.”

Its teeth chattered.

“I will get what I deserve.”

The skull opened its mouth wide—too wide. A scream poured out. Or maybe laughter. The sound made his ears bleed.

Then—he woke.

The sun sat low and swollen in the sky, casting a warm gold over the clearing, but it did little to calm Wolfstar’s nerves. It was too warm for a leaffall morning. Too bright. Every scent prickled the inside of her nose. She’d been on edge since the dream. Since the patrol. Since Jaggedstar and Archstar had begun watching her like she was prey in a trap.

She didn’t flinch when Jaggedstar brushed against her shoulder in the leader’s circle. She didn’t growl when Archstar murmured a dry comment about the her clan’s contributions. But she noticed. They were too close. Too casual. Watching her from both sides.

Were they working together? Or did they sense the Saltclan leader was up to something. It seemed too coordinated, but she couldn’t imagine Jaggedstar cooperating with Archstar in any scenario.

Still, they set her on edge.

The leaders sat in a loose circle beneath the shadow of the great stone. A small bonfire burned gently beside them, smoke twisting lazily into the air. The talk was meandering now—weather patterns, prey cycles, who was fostering whose kits during the cooler season. Nothing dire. Nothing real. Nothing she cared about.

She contributed little, only congratulating Rookstar on his latest litter doing so well. His light voice droned on about his mate and kits until Jaggedstar brought them back to land management.

They stayed like that for most of the afternoon, suspended in dull conversation.

Wolfstar yawned, deliberately. Stretched one foreleg, then the other, and shifted to the edge of the circle, resting her chin on her paws to feign disinterest. Archstar’s eyes followed her. Jaggedstar stopped mid-sentence, ears twitching. Wolfstar ignored them both.

Her gaze scanned the clearing beyond.

SaltClan was everywhere.

Just as they were supposed to be.

Each of her clanmates had been briefed with exacting detail. Find out the names of former male leaders. Prioritize the brown tabbies. Note any fathers who died young. Don’t act suspicious. Don’t cluster. Spread out like wind-blown sand.

A casual conversation was never casual.

Ottersplash lounged near the Oakclan medicine cats, tail tip flicking as he nodded along to something Redmoon was signing. Nearby, Sandpaw tilted her head while speaking to Snailmolt, Honeyclan’s aging historian.

She spotted Kelppaw and Snowspeckle in the far corner, moving toward Rosedrift of Honeyclan. Their posture was relaxed, easy—tails up, ears tilted in false playfulness. Kelppaw glanced around, saw her watching, and flicked her ear once.

Lynxdawn stood beside Junipersong, eyes soft but searching as she leaned closer to the dark grey Molly. Dropletpaw clung to her flank, silent as ever. The little apprentice too fearful to question anyone, instead she listened.

Near the gambling stones, Coralpaw darted between warriors like a squirrel, her eyes light and curious. Wolfstar watched her pause beside Haretrail—one of OakClan’s more respected historians, half-deaf but sharp-eyed. Rippleclaw stood beside him, signing something slowly with his paws.

Then Coralpaw turned. Skipped across the clearing to where Mallowstripe sat near the oven fires. She bowed low, playfully, likely asking for a treat. Her tail gave a slight wag.

The signal.

She had found something.

Wolfstar’s pulse kicked up. Her claws flexed against the dirt beneath her paw. She waited, lazily yawning again as Coralpaw finished speaking with the keeper.

This was the third cat to approach her mate, to avoid suspicion by speaking to Wolfstar with the enemy leaders so close.

She’d sounded half-mad when she presented the plan to SaltClan. A clan-wide investigation based on a dream? Her dream? Her mate’s haunting? But they had listened. They trusted her. And now they were doing what no other clan would dare: treating the past like a battlefield.

Something had happened to Lostclaw, likely something no cat alive knows anything about. The brown tabby in her dream, the one she’d spoken through, was a clue, the only one they had. Saltclan was frenzied before the gathering, now they’d locked in, like following the scent of blood.

She stood slowly, stretched again, muttering something about checking on Mallowstripe. Neither Jaggedstar nor Archstar stopped her. But they were watching.

She padded toward the cooking fires, each pawstep slow and even. From behind, she must’ve looked every bit the doting mate come to share tongues with her nervous mate.

Mallowstripe met her eyes as she drew near. He didn’t speak, just twitched an ear in a question.

“What do we know?” she asked softly, her back to the leaders.

He leaned in, brushing her cheek with his tail as if nuzzling her.

“Coralpaw learned that out of the thirty-some past leaders, ten were toms,” he murmured. “She has the DuskClan ones: Longstar, Adderstar, Sharpstar, Thistlestar. In that order.”

Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched.

“Kelppaw’s learned something from Honeyclan.,” he added. “Poppystar and Ashstar are the only toms to lead them.”

“Any descriptions?” She asked, licking his shoulder, trying to keep her hackles down.

“She’s checking now,” He chuckled, it was low and authentic. “She got a bit excited. I think she expects to be a spy after this.”

Wolfstar felt a spark of joy flare up in her chest, but it couldn’t reach her face.

“I’ll check back soon.” She murmured, stepping back to let him return to his cooking.

Mallowstripe purred and blinked to her, gripping the spoon tightly in his jaws to stir the large cauldron of stew.

She moved slowly. Kept her gait smooth. Let herself be pulled into a short, dull conversation with HoneyClan’s deputy. Then sat again with the leaders. Waited.

The circle, while still formed, had grown since she’d left. Ashenstep was standing in front of the semi-circle of cats, waiting as more joined. Wolfstar sat across from Jaggedstar and her new apprentice, Dogpaw. It had been…interesting, meeting the white molly for the first time, even now it still made her throat itch.

Pushing it down she gave her sibling a tight nod, they hobbled slightly to greet her. They touched noses and she sat down. A few of her clan mates joined the audience as the sun began to set.

Ashenstep told the story of The Hollow Tree.

Later, Ottersplash strolled over, pretending to share tongues with her. As he leaned in, between licks, he whispered, “Ashstar of HoneyClan was a light brown tabby. His father died just after he took leadership — poisoning from twoleg traps. Big event. Whole clan was sick.”

Wolfstar’s chest tightened. She thanked him with a quiet nod, then let him return to his task. Ashenstep began another story, the Clay Dog, one of her favorites.

She let the gib’s gravelly voice wash over her with familiarity, relaxing just the slightest as they spoke.

After the story Shadowdive approached from near the deputies’ rock, his expression soft, but focused. He took his time greeting and nuzzling her, the day apart made him needy.

“Oakstar,” he said quietly in her ear. “The founder. Large, brown tabby. Lost both parents early.”

Wolfstar felt her pulse pick up as she stared at him. “You’re sure?”

He nodded. “Tanglefur was confident. Oakstar’s grief was famously one of the reasons he formed the clan.”

Dropletpaw slipped in next to him. “Longstar of DuskClan—dark grey tabby. His father died when he was young, too.”

Wolfstar purred with pride, she hadn’t expected the shy apprentice to investigate with the others. She leaned in and gave her head a few licks, Dropletpaw flushed at the attention.

“One of the oakclan cats asked why me and Kelppaw were asking around.” She admitted, quickly following up with. “I told them we were trying to find stories to make into skits for the new leaf festival.”

Wolfstar pulled the small molly closer and rubbed their cheeks together with bold fondness. “That’s my clever molly.”

Shadowdive’s rumbling chuckle brought her back to the present. She let the apprentice settle in more as another story began- the oak and the bramble.

Ottersplash nearly scared her when he placed a paw on her flank to catch her eye. She turned and let him speak into her ear again.

“Rippleclaw said that Poppystar was known to be unstable towards the end of his life. He started a lot of territory fights with Oakclan, but he was originally from Duskclan. Both his parents outlived him.”

The voices around her faded away, each new bit of info gleaned took her forward and backwards. It was here, she could feel it, looking around she saw everyone’s focus was on the story.

There was something in the past. Some rot beneath the roots. Something wrong with the clan’s blood.

Her fur felt too hot, she twitched in place, jolting her apprentice. Slowly, she crept back, Shadowdive easily slipped to occupy her spot.

Wolfstar looked up at the moon, huge and golden above the trees. The same shape as it had been in her dream.

The same moon that had seen what came before.

Her heart pounded against her ribs like it wanted out.

She couldn’t wait anymore.

She had to go to the Moon Spring.

Not at dawn. Not tomorrow. Now.

She took one last look around the clearing, then turned back to her mate.

“I need you to cover for me,” she whispered. “I’ll be back before moon high.”

Shadowdive nodded curtly, ears forward as she slunk away into the dark.

Cat Allegiances:

Wolfstar- 25 moons. Leader. Responsible. Compassionate. Natural intuition. Apprentice- Dropletpaw.

Lynxdawn- 20 moons. Lead Cleric. Thoughtful. Faithful. Good teacher.

Snowspeckle- 36 moons. Deputy. Artisan. Loving. Thoughtful. Good singer. Apprentice- Kelppaw

Nighthowl- 76 moons. Warrior. Insecure. Lonesome. Watches humans. Condition: pregnant & Torn pelt.

Nightleap- 40 moons. Warrior. Insecure. Sneaky. Incredible runner. Apprentice- Coralpaw.

Thistle-30 moons. Warrior. Troublesome. Thoughtful. Keen eye. Condition: Broken back & recovering from birth.

Mallowstripe- 26 moons. Camp keeper. Nervous. Careful. Strange dreamer.

Shadowdive- 24 moons. Warrior. Blood thirsty. Loyal. Good swimmer. Apprentice-Sandpaw.

Rippleclaw- 12 moons. Warrior apprentice. Troublesome. Adventurous. Fast runner. Permanent condition: Partial Hearing Loss.

Ottersplash- 12 moons. Warrior apprentice. Insecure→Competitive. Childish. Good swimmer.

Dropletpaw- 7 moons. Historian apprentice. Skittish→Nervous. Shy→Lonesome. Interested in clan history. Mentor-Wolfstar

Kelppaw- 7 moons. Artisan apprentice. Charming→Charismatic. Quiet→Responsible. Plays in mud. Mentor-Snowspeckle

Coralpaw- 7 moons. Mediator apprentice. Noisy→Flamboyant. Bossy→Confident. Never sits still. Mentor-Nightleap

Sandpaw- 7 moons. Warrior apprentice. Impulsive→Fierce. Noisy→Confident. Moss ball hunter. Mentor- Shadowdive.

Briarkit- 1 moons. Inquisitive. Shy. Picky nest builder.

Moon 0

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joel miller

masterlist • pedro pascal characters • 07/08/24

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𑣲 adoration I @cowboymarcs

𑣲 rough I @/cowboymarcs

jackson had made joel soft, and while you delighted in the domesticity of it all, some small, shameful part of you missed how hard he fucked you when the world was ending.

𑣲 sun bleached flies part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 I @sempersirens

old secrets are brought to the surface when a new arrival in jackson threatens to disturb the peaceful home you have spent seven years perfecting

𑣲 make a move on me I @freelancearsonist

You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodeling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.

𑣲 hard to handle I @punkshort

One year after Joel cheats on you and gets someone else pregnant, you run into him for the first time.

𑣲 the way we were I @/punkshort

You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. When the outbreak happens, you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

𑣲 look what we’ve become I @/punkshort

You are tasked with taking a young girl back to her family while trying to salvage your relationship with Joel after certain events cause the biggest strain either of you have ever had to face.

𑣲 gym!joel blurb I @tightjeansjavi

𑣲 qz! joel hcs I @/tightjeansjavi

𑣲 twisted games I @jobean12-blog

You never win when you play games with Joel but while losing in a game of Twister you get an idea that might just make you a winner...or not.

𑣲 have a little pun I @/jobean12-blog

Joel has more than one reason to smile now.

𑣲 after the rain I @mrsmando

when life as you know it comes crashing down around your ears, only joel can fix it.

𑣲 moon and stars I @alrightieaphroditie

joel rears his big, brown puppy dog eyes at you while you’re stitching him back together. a promise is made.

𑣲 the shop around the corner I @sawymredfox

Meet cutes only happen in movies, right?

𑣲 is it that sweet I @joelscruff

you probably shouldn't let some random middle aged man on the beach take nude photos of you, right? right?

𑣲 imperfect for you I @/joelscruff

you never thought joel miller would accidentally call you baby.

𑣲 his sweet secret I @ozarkthedog

joel fucks you over the kitchen sink.

𑣲 seven days, six nights I @hellishjoel

You get jumped in the QZ after a deal gone south and hide yourself from Joel to keep him safe. After eventually finding you and learning the truth behind your injuries, he heals you and promises revenge.

𑣲 a future together I @kteague

What if Joel had been in a relationship when the outbreak started? What if they were still together 20 years later?

𑣲 underneath the stars I @leviathanspain

you realize too late that he wasn’t just your best friend.

𑣲 she’s a gun I @cowgurrrl

Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family

𑣲 my girl now I @psychedelic-ink

joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

𑣲 aquatic rehabilitation I @/psychedelic-ink

Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you.

𑣲 perfectly wrong I @/psychedelic-ink

Joel thinks you have the car battery that he so desperately needs and doesn't believe you when you say that you don't.

𑣲 sleeping bag I @quin-ns

you can’t get comfortable in your sleeping bag, so joel invites you into his

𑣲 for you, anything I @mellowsaturns

joel do what he does best, smuggling and taking care of you

𑣲 one bed I @frannyzooey

𑣲 overloaded w/tommy I @katiexpunk

After catching your ex-boyfriend in your bed with another woman, you pack up and leave. With no money and no car, you end up hitchhiking back to Texas. You're lucky enough to catch a ride with a nice Trucker named Joel. Things quickly heat up between you two, and only get hotter when you meet his brother.

𑣲 i can’t sleep I @wingzsz

After settling in at Jackson, Joel broke up with you. You try avoiding him in order to get ahold of your emotions but that all backfires.

𑣲 untitled part 2 I @joelslastofus

Joel is secretly in love with Tommy’s girlfriend and comforts her while his brother is in jail.

𑣲 jealous joel pt 2 I @/joelslastofus

Joel deals with his jealousy as Tommy and you get more serious.

𑣲 forgive me I @mothandpidgeon

When Joel finds himself in possession of some sexy photos, temptation makes him question himself as he's fascinated by a woman he's never met.

𑣲 aunt flo’s I @/mothandpidgeon

After Sarah gets her first period, Joel is determined to be a supportive parent despite the fact that he doesn't know the first thing about menstruation. But when he goes to the pharmacy to shop for supplies, he finds himself in way over his head.

𑣲 picture I @/softlyspector

You really want to take Joel's picture. He can't really figure out why.

𑣲 sea salt I @/softlyspector

You need to escape an unwanted engagement. Joel reluctantly helps you.

𑣲 fake it I @hier--soir

does joel know you well enough to know when you're faking it?

𑣲 back to texas I @/hier--soir

joel goes back to his house in texas

𑣲 refined taste I @josephquinnswhore

joel relishes in the taste of you.

𑣲 give me tonight I @alltheirdamn

joel has to leave

𑣲 didn’t catch my bloody nose w/ tommy I @swiftispunk

the miller brothers are good at sharing their toys, but god forbid the toy should break.

𑣲 letting go I @supernaturalgirl20

you think Joel doesn’t care, the problem is, he cares too much.

𑣲 if you like piña coladas I @gutsby

You secretly make Joel a profile on Hinge. Then he shows you exactly why he doesn’t need one.

𑣲 trial and error I @thetriumphantpanda

Tommy has always been the loyal and doting boyfriend, the literal man of your dreams. Ready to take things to the next step, you soon find that Tommy is unable to have children. A family is all you’ve ever wanted, and neither of you are going to let this get in your way. Enter Joel, dark and mysterious and willing to do anything for his little brother, including fucking his girlfriend to get her pregnant. That’s what brothers are for, right?

𑣲 endure and survive I @morallyinept

𑣲 move I @/morallyinept

A kind, but handsome, neighbour helps you out on moving in day.

𑣲 neighborhood walgreens I @deantfwinchester

A busy, sick Joel gets a little care from the people in his life - including the neighbor and friend he's been crushing on for the past few months.

𑣲 room for three w/ arthur morgan I @morning-star-joy

When Joel and Arthur get caught in a storm and need a place to stay, they weren't expecting to find you—a temptress who offers them shelter in your cabin, and wants nothing more than for the two rugged cowboys to keep you warm.

𑣲 a simple trade I @munsonownsmyass

When Joel spots some coffee, he's willing to trade just about anything to get it.

𑣲 stranded I @joelscurls

your shitty boyfriend dumps you on the side of the road after a fight. joel miller finds you.

𑣲 you gave me something to lose I @stylesispunk

Joel is afraid of losing you.

𑣲 blushing I @talaok

Ellie tries to convince Joel of how obvious it is he likes you.

𑣲 drooling I @/talaok

you find a lake and convince ellie and joel to take a swim, according to ellie, giving joel the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings for you.

𑣲 incentive I @/talaok

Ellie makes you convince Joel to not get back on the road yet, and you find a way to persuade him.

𑣲 not a thing part 2 I @pedrospatch

You and Joel had a private moment while Ellie was asleep. Or so you’d thought she was asleep.

𑣲 pistol I @cosmictheo

during a stormy night at bill and frank's house, joel teaches you how to hold your gun, and this opens up the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally release all the feelings of longing and lust you've been repressed for each other over the past few weeks.

𑣲 jealously, jealously part 2 I @peterparkersnose

Joel is jealous seeing Y/N with another man across the bar

𑣲 lovers and love I @/peterparkersnose

Y/N tries to hide that she is pregnant and Joel finds out

𑣲 hairspray I @/peterparkersnose

Sarah finds Y/N’s hidden pregnancy tests

𑣲 daisies I @ohraicodoll

Because the women of Jackson have nothing better to do than set their eyes on Joel Miller.

𑣲 heart to heart I @neo-nomatrix

You’ve been traveling with Henry and Sam for over a year now. Once you meet Joel and Ellie your entire world changes.

𑣲 not-so formal introduction I @guess-my-next-obsession

𑣲 slice of paradise I @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Joel dream of having a farmhouse comes true. What makes it even better is that he's not there alone. He has his own little family to enjoy this little slice of paradise with him.

𑣲 butterfly I @/bubbles-for-all-of-us

When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive. The only problem is that he doesn't know how to love but when you are the meaning of love itself how can he not fall.

𑣲 we bleed together I @/bubbles-for-all-of-us

what if the last day of humanity was different? What if instead of loosing Sarah, Joel lost you - the mother of his two children and the person who had built him up to a better man.

𑣲 cold as ice I @/bubbles-for-all-of-us

what happens when Ellie stumbles upon a memorial that turns out to have both your and Joel's kids names on it. When the past pain is brought back to the daylight even the coldest of hearts finally break.

𑣲 my heart is yours I @/bubbles-for-all-of-us

Jackson doesn't seem to kill the fears in Joel's mind, only awaking new kind of doubts. Can you actually be in love with him or is it a hopeless dream that Joel is chasing?

𑣲 don’t let me drown I @alloftheimagines

in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter. featuring ellie.

𑣲 first kill I @/alloftheimagines

in which the reader is forced to take a life for the first time in order to save the man she loves.

𑣲 lament of my heart I @ay0nha

“Tommy…” Joel let out a breath of frustrated laughter. He disappointingly shook his head, leaning over you, “That boy doesn’t know what he’s lost.”

𑣲 for her part 2 part 3 I @wardenparker and @absurdthirst

Low on supplies and needing rest, Joel and Ellie stop in a colony he has heard about to restock on their journey west, but Joel finds far more than be bargained for within the city walls.

𑣲 apocalypse I @nikka-v

two guests arrive, she found a herself crushing on the handsome, older man.

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