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whollyjoly · 1 month

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for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise.

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone.

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert.

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury.

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides.

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope.

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat.

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth.

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal.

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

#happy alton more day!#holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS #but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know??#what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting #fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality #or something #...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay #it kills me #its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story #because literally thats it thats the plot #OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story??#oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars #(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS)#its good goddamn shit okay #also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums #ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!!#also yes the title is a reference to the old guard #as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met #immortal soldier!alton more #alton more #easy company #band of brothers fic #mine #band of brothers #bofb #hbowar #em's moodboards #em writes #jesus christ i guess that's a tag now #alright here we go out into the void

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izzythehutt · 2 years

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Terry, Kreese, Johnny, what it means to be a Cobra Kai, 'villainous values' and the love of (evil) karate father for his karate son

I've been thinking about this moment:

First of all, ouch.

But it also got me thinking....why does Kreese feel so strongly about Johnny?

And as much as his contempt for Lawrence is motivated by jealousy, Terry's inability to see why Kreese believes Johnny is his best student (and why he loves him more than Terry) says so much about the divide in the two men's philosophy, approach and the fundamental values that drive their actions.

(TL;DR: it's his guts and heart, not what's in his head)

Terry and John could not come from more different backgrounds. Kreese was working class and completely self-made. His mentally ill mother's suicide made him a social pariah back home. His motivations for joining the army seem to have been twofold: a way of bettering himself and a genuine sense of patriotism/purpose. I think we can infer he never went to college and he was field promoted to captain. Kreese is naturally courageous, in his best iteration someone who has no fear of death or getting hurt. In his ideal form this courage is rooted in protecting someone (ie when he got his ass kicked helping Betsy.) In its worst form he becomes domineering and controlling of his loved ones, justifying any number of deranged actions as in their best interests.

Terry, meanwhile, came from money and probably was only fighting in Vietnam because his father wanted to "toughen him up" (if he's rich he could have gotten out of it so this is an extrapolation but I think it fits his character.) He even outright tells Tory that he is different from Kreese in this respect: he didn't have to scrape his way through life, but he did learn to use every advantage available to him. He is both intelligent/a survivor and values loyalty even more than Kreese does—you see this in KK3 and in the flashback of Kreese saving his life. He expects that loyalty to be reciprocated (John disappearing on him for thirty years is an obvious betrayal, John caring more about Lawrence is the nail in the coffin.) He admires the qualities Kreese has he doesn't, while secretly chafing against his friend's condescension even as he longs for his attention and approval.

Kreese is unpretentious, has never cared about Terry's money (and has been borderline too proud to take it since Terry was introduced as a character in KK3) while Silver is urbane, cosmopolitan in his outlook—comparatively "forward thinking," an ambitious, big picture guy. Kreese forms deep and personal connections with students that he has "gut" feelings about and sees himself in—as much as he sees Cobra Kai as his baby and legacy, he will only get emotional satisfaction from knowing that someone he personally loves is carrying it on (though he kicked Johnny out in S2, that was only for compromising what Kreese sees as the core 'principles' of CK, and he spent all of S3 trying to get Johnny to come back and S4 focused on grooming Johnny's son to do so in his stead.) For Terry what matters is the actual philosophy and its efficacy at helping weaklings channel their fear and turn it into power (though he's not beyond connecting with a student on a personal level, e.g. Kenny.) The "legacy" is the Cobra Kai "way", carried on by the ubiquitous nature of dominating a global tournament and making dojos, not any one surrogate son figure.

Kreese is a classic macho American archetype, unironically hanging American flags on the dojo walls and going off on political correctness/'snowflakism' while Silver is buying $500K samurai swords and enjoying stolen fine art before pimping merch on instagram. Silver has intellectual pretensions and business sense while Kreese's brain is rooted in animal cunning. These two are very different types of men and villains.

So...why is Johnny 'it' for Kreese but not Terry?

In S3 Kreese tells Robby the story of when he knew Johnny was "the real deal." What impressed him was not that Johnny won a fight, but rather was willing to go all-in against someone way beyond his skill level. Terry is not wrong that Johnny is not the most intelligent character on this show by any stretch of the imagination, which is something that is central to his idea of what a CK student should be, but I don't necessarily think it's central to Kreese's.

Kreese admires guts more than brains, something he does not think Terry has ever or will ever possess.

Kreese compared young Silver to Johnny in the prison scene, both scared and fearful—it's clear he views them both as "his", dependents that he "made", relationships his attitude towards has ranged from protective to condescending to controlling at various stages. But the difference is that Terry will always be a follower, a number two, whereas, at least in his own mind, Johnny is a true heir apparent, someone who he can project his own legacy onto.

He cares for Terry, in his own twisted way, but there's a fundamental lack of respect. Certainly he often treats Johnny like a child, but he's also his karate son that he believes sincerely is the best and who was "robbed" of his chance by Daniel in '84. Johnny is an extension of himself in his mind, someone who has the potential to carry on the legacy and philosophy he created, which is the thing he cares about most. He really, sincerely believes it helps children, that it helped Johnny.

By his own admission, he wanted Johnny to be better than him.

And he is—in spite of Kreese, not because of him.

Nothing exemplifies this more than the parallel of the S3 finale Vietnam and S5 finale fight. Contrast this:

With this:

The loss of Betsy (the metaphoric shedding of his humanity) gave Kreese the motivation to let go of all moral questions ("No mercy!") and the strength to kill Captain Turner, whereas the hope of his family, his children and need to live the rest of his life protecting and caring for them—the most primal human urge, embracing his humanity—is what gives Johnny the strength to keep fighting against all odds, people with greater strength and technical ability than him.

Sound familiar?

Johnny has become the man Kreese might've been, he has the same core values, heart and guts, as the man still buried deep within him.

At some primal, deep and subconscious level Kreese sees his own best self in Johnny, even if he doesn't understand that it was through rejecting the worst of what Kreese gave him—learning from his mentor's mistakes—that has made him a better man.

That's the tragic irony.

Well, that and the fact that Kreese can only get the emotional satisfaction of Johnny understanding what he tried to do in therapeutic hallucination form.

#cobra kai #cobra kai spoilers #johnny lawrence #john kreese #terry silver #cobra kai meta #this essay started one way and ended up a love letter to kreese's effed up love for johnny #martin kove #william zabka #thomas ian griffith #this turned into a treatise

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keeneschoices · 2 years

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Alright, I've been searching through Tory's tag and I haven't found one thing on her little interactions with Chozen in 5×2 and I wanna know why now.

From all of the senseis and adults in this show, Chozen is the one who is most similar to Tory (both storyline and personality wise).

Having father figures who weren't their actual dads teach them karate in bad ways for the wrong reasons (and telling them they couldn't be "soft" because that would make them weak)?

Being very agressive at first and fighting a LaRusso until they have serious injuries and trauma?

Feeling guilty about the harm they've caused and getting in a terrible place mentally because of the external consequences (aka, not because of what happened to them but of what happened because of them all around)?

Having said LaRusso's first instinct when they see them again be to fight them but them not even thinking about fighting?

Feeling honorless because of everything that has happened because even though the world doesn't see them too differently, they see themselves in a terrible way now and just can't forget about what made them start feeling like that?

Wanting to make things right but just not knowing how to, so they just pretend like everything is fine until it is absolutely imperative that they act on a situation involving teaming up with their former karate-rival, both being LaRussos?

Being the only people in the entire saga to actively use "swords" (Chozen used sais, but you get it)?

Having a terrible uncle/aunt who thought they're not good enough?

Wanting (and actively being, even though one more than the other) a spy in Cobra Kai for other senseis so they could tear Silver and his plans for expansions down from inside?

Going through a hard path because of everything that has happened to them and having one special person (aka love interest) be the one to pull them up and support them enough to give them hope for a better future?

Yup, that all fits them both. And there's so much more, too!

Chozen is the balance between Daniel and Johnny, between extreme defense and offense, and that would be the better path for Tory to take. She wouldn't be hung up on the fact that Johnny used to be her sensei in Cobra Kai and still uses methods entirely too similar to the ones of her former dojo for her to be comfortable without remembering her time there, and she wouldn't give up on mastering her defense because of Chozen's approach to it. Plus, he was the one to give her actually good advice that I'm sure was the reason why she decided to finally give in and team up with Kreese as an undercover spy in Cobra Kai.

And Chozen's never had children but he probably wants to and I would love for him to be the father figure Tory needs and have them creating a father/daugther bond because I can see her learning from him and also relating a lot to his stories from the 80s and 90s.

All I'm saying is, Chozen was a better sensei to Tory in two scenes than Silver, Kim and Kreese were in the entirety of the last 3 seasons (maybe even Johnny, given they have had exactly one scene together in the whole show), and he would be the one to understand what she has gone through and still is going through better than anybody else. He really is the sensei she deserves and the one who could teach her more than all the other ones could If they tried teaming up for the task.

Here's to him being her sensei (and maybe her calling him "sensei Joe" and him still calling her "champion" instead of her name in their first scene together, and everybody being like "they've met before???") in s6!

#cobra kai #tory nichols #chozen toguchi #cobra kai s5 #cobra kai s5 spoilers #cobra kai s6

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flowersofstarlight · 2 years

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🔥Ra Thor⚡️

Here’s my version of Ra Thor in MegaMan: Rising Heroes. I don’t know why, but I kind of imagine him as both Vanitas from Kingdom Hearts and Darcy from Amphibia. XD

In MegaMan: Rising Heroes, Ra Thor is the most dangerous and strongest advanced robot of Phantom’s powerful soldier. He has magenta eyes, gray skin, white hair, and wears a black armor with silver details and magenta. He is pure evil and chaotic, and a robot of pure darkness of Aiden and Slate.

Ra Thor was created by Lord Erebus using the advanced technology and Dark Powers. His core is made of negativity and homicide. He was created after Lord Erebus was released from his prison. He is built to assist Ra Moon and Lord Erebus as their loyal soldier. He’s also built as a genocidal robot to kill anyone who opposes him and his emperor, mainly having fun killing robots and any beings.

Ra Thor slaughtered so many Auroria warriors, sorcerers, and robots to steal all four Etherea Songs. But after two Guardians (Trio and Quartet) blasted him, one of his Dark Powers split into one fragment, and his core became incomplete. Slate was one of Ra Thor’s most powerful dark energies within him. Slate was just a Dark Power and powerful energy back then. But then Etherea Song’s power created multiple portals in different locations, and it took Ra Thor’s Powerful Energy (Slate) away from him and was sent to Earth, traveled 20,000 years in the future. His Powerful Energy was discovered by Johnny Lawrence and then installed into Aiden’s core. After that, it malfunctioned Aiden and sent him into his subconscious… And that’s how Slate was born… how he exists.

Ra Thor kept searching for his missing Dark Power for so long, but he never found it. It was as if his Powerful Energy (Slate) vanished from existence. But twenty thousand years later, after Lilith discovered Earth and found two Etherea Songs, Ra Thor sensed his lost dark energy and found out about Slate and Aiden.

After Slate and Aiden were kidnapped by Erebus’s Black Army, Ra Thor took off his helmet and mask, revealing his true face to Aiden and Slate, who were surprised at the uncanny resemblance to themselves. Ra Thor reveals that since Slate is his missing Dark Power and Aiden has a small fragment of his power, this makes the three of them “brothers”.

He wanted Slate to rejoin him into his core to be complete. But even with some Robot Masters’ weapons and new upgrades, it wasn’t enough for him. So, Ra Thor desperately wants Slate to rejoin him, to be whole and part of his power again.

Ra Thor is shown to be an uncaring, psychotic, cruel, cold, and ruthless individual, having not the slightest sympathy for anyone but himself. He is loyal to Erebus, Lilith and Ra Moon. He likes to torment others, especially Sunstar, the Stardroids, Aiden and Slate. He also enjoys killing and torturing people. He doesn’t care about anyone, nor does he care right or wrong. He has a lack of empathy and remorse. He only cares about genocide and wants to kill to have fun. He doesn’t care who or what it is he’ll encounter, he’ll enjoy killing something or someone.

Powers and Abilities:

Dark Powers

Pyrokinesis

Electrokinesis

Swordsmanship

Sword Beam (only when using a sword)

Hand-to-hand combat

Wall Jump

Quick Step

#Ra Thor #megaman #mega man #rockman #megaman: rising heroes #mega man: rising heroes #megaman rising heroes #megaman classic #megaman au #super adventure rockman

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riftofthestars · 2 years

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2 AM Facts with Silver

Jailer has a squad of his own! And I have just realized that 3 out of the 5 people in this squad are basically another muse of mine. I have to make bios for them, but here is a short rundown:

- "Vamp": Literally started (and still partially is) a modern AU for Blackwood. Lived as a nomad for most of his life until joining the army from a lack of sense of direction and becoming one of the best snipers. After a bad mission when he discovered some funky powers, he got out of the army and became an assassin. He was the one to kill The Bastard before being permanently hired by the Jailer.

-"Viper": A half-snake person that is a lover of love and profits. Much like "Vamp", he's worked as a hired assassin, but rather than using a gun he uses a pair of swords that he coats with venom his body produces. He dresses like a gentleman and acts like Johnny Bravo "if Johnny Brave was more chill" (Credit to @cosmicnexus for that phrase)

-"Broly": A former bouncer at an unspecified nightclub, this hunk of muscle is as terrifying as a bear while being as gentle as its teddy variant, similar to how Paladin would act in a crack!thread. He loves cooking and chokers. Raging like a barbarian, he often breaks said chokers. And if his sudden growth doesn't, the fact that he comes back from death like a pheonix assures their destruction.

-"Delta": the hacker of the group, he's good with computers and media. If Larry from G/T/A/5 was much healthier and way more into tattoos, you get the general vibe of this character, except that the two look nothing alike. He also jokes about having caffeine addiction, but he just takes the coffee flavour food whenever possible.

-Jamie: Jailer's secretary, they let themselves get hired out of desperation. They are scared shitless by Jailer, but the job pays and they aren't in any danger, so they make do. Jailer even offered them one of their expensive suits and let them cut out holes for their extera pair of arms since they didn't have anything that looked fit for this job. They are still saving for a custom made suit and maybe even a nice dress.

Edit: Vamp, Delta and Broly are parallels to Blackwood, Mechanist and Paladin respectively. Jailer is looking to increase his squad by hiring more people. At the moment his eyes are on the-mourning-dove's Roxxy

#quill and quiver: ooc #magic rectangle: mobile #the jailer is the key: ic #written in the heart: lore

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zappedbyzabka · 11 months

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omg hello silverlaw collar anon here :]

The addition you made was so delicious! johnny and terry definitely have their possessive sides (mostly terry) and it works so well together. Also the mention of the engagement ring 👀

Johnny for sure is the type to see someone flirting with Terry and walk up, kiss Terry passionately, then pull away to smugly look at the other person while adjusting his collar. He also does that fake confusion and goes, “So sorry to interrupt, I didn’t know you were busy. I’ll have your drink at the bar, Terry.” then he walks away proudly, knowing Terry is pleased by that little show.

I think once Terry gets a ring on Johnny’s pretty finger he prides himself in showing it off. At some point he thinks it’s enough for Johnny to just wear the ring but Johnny insists on keeping the collar as well. Of course Terry isn’t complaining, he wants to mark the boy as his as much as possible (Johnny agrees). Johnny definitely flashes that ring around to everyone who can see, because he knows they know a ring like that could only come from a man like Terry Silver. They know he’s claimed.

Also adding to the possessiveness I think either by his own idea or Terry’s encouragement Johnny gets a tramp stamp (maybe a snake or something symbolic) and Terry never keeps his hands off it when they fuck. He can’t when it looks so good on his boys smooth pale skin.

(btw huge fan of all your writing please never hold back bc your tags and your writing in general are too good not to share)

Hi anon🫶 I’m glad you’re still here!

Johnny isn’t afraid to show off that Terry is his, as much as Terry likes to show him off. He has to make sure everyone knows. And there are always signs of him all over Terry: the cufflinks he bought Terry for his birthday, the long necklace he wears under his shirt with Johnny’s birthstone in it—custom made for their anniversary—and the bites/hickies he leaves on his man that show when Terry is wearing his polos instead of business attire.

Johnny absolutely adores his engagement ring (which has Terry’s name on the inside of it) and will take any chance to show it off. Offering his hand to anyone who wants a better look at it, and making sure to say just who put the ring on his pretty finger.

He feels so good when he’s wearing his ring and collar. It’s a good anxiety soother to reach up and feel the texture of his collar and fidget with the band on his finger (think about the fact that Terry is wearing one too.) And Terry is always so pleased when he does wear both—he’s so glad his boy proudly shows off who he belongs to.

Johnny had wanted a tattoo for a while, and another way to feel like he belonged in a way that made him feel buzzed. Terry had been thinking the same thing and heavily pushes for it

Maybe something like this but smaller and lower, or maybe a snake wrapped around his hips to symbolize ownership, or maybe one of the many swords Terry has neatly hung up.

Terry brings a tattoo artist to the mansion rather than take Johnny to a shop—he feels the moment is too intimate (which is a little silly compared to what they have done in front of people, but this is almost ritualistic.) he’d tattoo Johnny himself if he had the ability, and he doesn’t want to try and botch it.

Johnny lays on his stomach with his head on Terry’s thigh, focusing on the big hand petting his head and the sound of Terry’s voice mixed with the hum of the needle.

Terry tells him how nicely it’s coming along throughout the drawing, assuring him that it’s exactly what they had pictured.

It was incredibly difficult for Terry to have to keep his hands off for the healing time, knowing Johnny had a mark he could never take off and would never want to cover, but the cling film helped with it.

He helps Johnny take care of it, washing it and rubbing the ointment on it—which were the only times Terry allowed himself to touch it.

Johnny loved it and was so impatient to start showing it off, so impatient for Terry to properly enjoy the new stamp.

The day that it was fully healed was insane.

Terry first kissed it from the start of the tattoo to the dimple on his back. Thoroughly worshipping his boy for how lovely he looks with the ink. He touches it nonstop when he’s fucking Johnny from behind or eating him out; it’s such a gift.

(And also picturing this as Joanie and fem Terry🫠)

omg thank you❤️:^) The poll I did asking if I should tone it down was a big “no” so I’ll be just doing my thing ksksksks

#silverlaw #nsft

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127-mile · 2 years

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throne of thorns | TEASER. we all bear scars, mine just happen to be more visible than most - tog.

pairing: assassin johnny x princess reader.

genre: fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, suggestive.

warnings: for the teaser: strong language, jaehyun and the reader have a rocky relationship, non-explicit mention of public hanging, weapons, mention of murders and blood, mention of johnny's face scar | for the fic: violence, blood, sexual tension, and other shits to be added.

plot: johnny suh is the name of the most famous assassin in historia. a name that has slowly been forgotten during the years he spent in prison, but a name that will most certainly be heard again if he agrees to become the king's champion, during a tournament that could give him the freedom he so desperately needs.

word count: +1.3k | fic: around 10/15k.

a/n: inspired by throne of glass.

release date: to be added.

let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

"Are you sure you want to enter the cell, Your Majesty? It's dirty and it stinks, you would better wait for us here."

You looked around you, lips pursed. "I am not made of sugar, Jeong, I can survive a few minutes in a stinky cell." you said with a sigh. You had to get down on your knees to get the captain of the royal guard to agree to you accompanying them and you still had a bitter taste in your mouth so you were definitely not going to stay outside after making a fool of yourself in front of Jeong Jaehyun of all people.

Hand on the hilt of his sword, the man nodded. "Very well, but if you want to leave because it's getting to difficult, let me know."

You had to restrain yourself from slapping him for daring to pretend that you couldn't stay more than a few minutes in a cell. Yes you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you were used to the finer things in life but that didn't mean you couldn't take the stench for fifteen fucking minutes.

"Maybe you should stay outside, Jeong." you muttered as you approached the heavy wooden door. The door was weathered from years, and you could see claw marks and marks that must have belonged to sword stabs. And you wondered if the prisoners or the guards were responsible.

You banged on the door with enough force that the knocks echoed on the other side. The walls were exclusively made of stones, and it made the place very resonant.

Jaehyun tried to walk past you, probably to be the first to speak but you nudged him. "I do not need someone to talk for me, thank you very much Jeong." out of the corner of your eye, you saw him roll his eyes. "Do this one more time and I will make sure you are hanged in the public square." you didn't care that he also came from a royal family, as long as he was at your service he had to be respectful.

He didn't have time to answer as the heavy doors opened to reveal three guards, all armed with swords and crossbows hanging from their shoulders. It was definitely not the right weapon to stop a prisoner trying to escape, the weapons were too heavy and too slow to lead. It was hard to believe but you knew more than you let on.

The first guard gave you a once-over. "What do you want?"

"I am the Princess of Historia, we have contacted you regarding one of your prisoners, Johnny Suh." you said.

The guard straightened up immediately and even dusted his pants, as if brushing off the few specks of dust could prevent you from seeing the mud and blood on the sleeves of his shirt. "Your Majesty! Yes, of course, but are you sure? Johnny Suh is not a recommendable person."

You cocked your head to the side, "Do you have any prisoners that you consider to be recommendable people?" when he shook his head, you sighed. "That's what I thought. Now if you would be kind enough to lead me to his cell."

The guard shrugged, then turned on his heels. "Follow me, and don't get to close to the cells, we have some pretty teasing prisoners, especially when a beautiful woman like you is here."

It was not reassuring but you followed him through a maze of hallways and down a stairwell so cold you shivered. "Have there been any incidents with the prisoner since he was sent here?" you asked, curious.

"One of my men was unlucky enough to be near him during a fit of anger, and he tried to escape once but he has been behaving just fine ever since."

He stopped in front of a rusty metal door and knocked three times. "Suh, back against the wall and hands up." he shouted, and of course, he got no answer. "Wait here, I have to shackle him first."

You took a step back when the door opened with a creak that made you clench your teeth. The noise was awful. "Turn your tongue seven times in your mouth before speaking Jeong, I don't have the patience to listen to you anymore." you said in a firm voice when the captain opened his mouth, and he seemed to understand and changed his mind. He closed his mouth and lowered his head. "Good."

Several minutes passed during which all you could hear was the sound of the metal restraints going around the prisoner's wrists and ankles.

When the guard deemed it secure enough, he called you and you entered the cell.

The cell was small, far too small for the height of the man who stood against the wall opposite the door. It was too dark for you to see anything but the outlines of his body. He looked strong.

"Here he is," the guard began to say, "Historia's most famous assassin."

You nodded. "You can leave, we'll let you know when we decide to leave." the guard didn't seem to agree but Jaehyun put a hand on his shoulder and forced him out of the cell. "You too Jeong, I can handle it myself."

You heard him sigh, but he left, too, and you found yourself alone with the assassin who had caused bloodshed in the streets of Historia, the assassin who had insinuated fear in all the inhabitants, including the royal family.

"Johnny Suh, I am Yn, princess of Historia."

The man looked up and grinned. "Your Majesty, what bring you to my abode? I am particulary sorry, if I had been made aware of your coming I would have washed."

A bath certainly wouldn't erase the smell of this prison, you thought as you folded your arms across your chest. "I have a question, have you given up hope of ever being free?"

He looked taken aback, but he shrugged. "I have been sentenced to life, and running away is now impossible, so yes, the hope of being free is hardly there anymore."

"What would you think if I gave you the opportunity to earn your freedom?" you didn't have time to hover around the bush, you had to get an answer fast and this way was the only way to get one.

He laughed. "And what should I do in return?"

"It's simple. My father, the king of Historia, organizes a tournament where each noble person proposes a fighter. A prisoner they will release if they win. If you win, you will become the hand of the king for five years after which freedom will be yours to taste again."

He took a step forward and thanks to the thin ray of sunlight streaming through the gap in the stones, you finally saw his face. He was filthy but you weren't expecting anything else, but what you noticed was the scar that crossed a part of his face. And the scar moved when he smiled.

"Where is the scam? It's way too good to be true."

He was right to doubt. "If you lose, you will be sent back here to complete your sentence, and you have to accept the risk of dying during the trials." before he could answer, you continued. "During the three months of the tournament, you will be housed in the castle, you will be fed and trained, all we ask of you is not to reveal your true identity and the reason of your presence in Historia, we do not want to panic the population."

You knew he had no choice but to accept if he didn't want to spend the rest of his life inside the filthy prison walls. "If you accept, we will leave immediately."

Johnny ran his fingers through his hair. "Do I have time to think about it?" you shook your head and he scoffed. "Very well, I accept to be your father's champion."

Great. "Jeong!" you shouted, and the captain entered the cell, ready to draw his sword. "Tell the guard we are taking him, and make sure his horse is ready."

#nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #johnny imagines #johnny scenarios #suh johnny

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growup-thatbeautiful · 3 years

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CONGRATULATIONS CONGRATULATIONS @naerysthelonesome FOR REACHING 200 AND HAVING A BIRTHDAY!! you deserve all the celebrations! i heard and frantically started writing this because who doesn’t want a little more Kit and his family?

Kit misses Ty, he really does, but there are moments in his new life where he’s happy. Like, actually happy. He has a family, he has a little sister, he has parents that teach him things that aren’t about pickpocketing.

But damn does he miss Ty. He misses all of the Blackthorns. really. He wants Julian to ask every morning what the plan for the day is, he, for some reason, wants Emma’s grumpy bacon and coffee thievery, and he can’t help but miss Dru teasing him for hiding under the covers during one of their late night movie binges.

Kit thought that it would take forever to get used to calling Devon his home, but that’s honestly what it is. It’s more of a home than anything with Johnny ever was. Tessa and Jem are more than he deserves, and he’s a firm believer that Mina is the peak of humanity. He’s determined to be good enough for them.

That’s how he’s found himself in charge of babysitting for Mina while they go on a much needed date night with Jace, Clary, Magnus, Alec, Izzy, and Simon.

Jace and Clary arrived at Devon earlier today and have been milling about, Jace in the weapons room with Tessa and Clary to the greenhouse with Jem. Kit didn’t want to intrude (he’s still trying to figure out how to deal with the adopted parent’s friends who are also legit hero’s situation), and he would die before he tried to eavesdrop on any conversation ever again, but he hears Jace and Tessa talking about some past dead Herondale.

“-really didn’t look much like you. His hair was black and his eyes were blue, but I swear it must be a Herondale thing to have those eyes.”

“Stunning good looking ones?” Tessa’s laugh is one of Kit’s favorite sounds, unashamed and gentle like the rest of her. God knows she been through enough to be able to laugh like that, even if it’s just at Kit’s stupid dad jokes.

Her reply is characteristically insightful. “Ones that, once you know them, give away everything. Lucie and James had them too. So does Kit, no matter how hard his father tried to train it out of him.”

“Keeping up the winning Herondale father legacy, of course.”

“It wasn’t always like that, but that’s how it seems now, isn’t it?” At this, Kit walks into the room. When he walks in Jace winks at him (Or at least, tries to. He hasn’t quite perfected it yet), so he’s ninety-nine percent sure that Jace knew he was there the whole time, but Jace does that a lot so he’s not positive.

“Hey, guess what I got you at the shadow market.” Jace turns towards Kit ruffling his hair. Kit tried to dodge, but Jace clamps an arm around his shoulders and holds him in place.

“Weapons? Books? Some ancient rune cursed to make me never love again?”

“Christopher, that was the most Herondale thing I’ve ever heard anyone say, and I live with...myself.”

“Good finish, cowboy.” Clary is carrying Mina on her hip, Jem following behind her with an amused look.

“Is that what the kids are using these days?” Wonders Jem, taking Mina from Clary and walks over to one of the sword racks, letting her ooh and ahh at the golden and silver hilts.

“No, that’s a Clary original right there. She’s trying this whole new thing, best to not get into it.” Despite his teasing, Jace is looking at Clary with what can only be described as heart eyes.

“Best for your face not to get into it.”

“Good one, honey.” Their banter makes Kit smile, and he can see Tessa’s fondly exasperated expression.

“Oh, Kit, did Jace give you our gift? Don’t answer that, I know the answer. Here,” she reaches into Jace’s pocket and takes out a small golden necklace. Hanging from it is an oval-shaped, ornate locket. “We figured that you would want something to keep you close to the people you care about. There’s already a picture of you, Tessa, Jem, and Mina that Izzy took.”

“I wanted to put one of just me, but Clary thought it would mean more if we used the other picture.” Clary drops it into Kit’s hand, and Kit clasps it around his neck, savoring the weight.

“This is- I don’t know what to- thank you.” If anyone notices his stuttering they don’t say anything. Tessa and Jem are used to it anyway.

“Of course Christopher. We know how much family means.” Jace claps a large hand on his shoulder as he walks over to Jem. “Should we ahead out? I’m sure Kit can’t wait to have this little one to himself, a little sibling bonding. That reminds me of a game Izzy, Alex, and I used to play where we saw who could hang from the highest beam for the longest. You could play that.”

“Jace.” Tessa has the decency to look a little abashed on his behalf. “She’s five.”

“When I was five-”

“Nope. We’re not going there right now. Come on, I’ll get the portal started.” Clary, Tessa, and Jem follow Clary out of the room.

Jace walks over to Kit before he walks out. “If you ever need a training partner you know where to find me. I’m also great for love advice, so do with that what you want.”

Kit’s smile creeps up on him the way it always does when Jace talks to him. “Of course. We can see who can hang from the highest tree in the greenhouse for the longest.” Jace looks absolutely overjoyed at the prospect of hanging from a tree.

They walk together to the main room, Tessa and Jem handing Mina to Kit. She goes easily, smiling and holding around his neck, mumbling something that sounds like “brother.”

“Kit, have a nice night. I’m not going to tell you her bedtime because you’re not going to listen, just try to be a little smart. No Goodfellas or The Shining.”

“I have no clue what those are,” comments Jace as he disappears into the portal.

“Damn shadowhunters.” Tessa goes through next, followed by Jem, and finally Clary, who gives Kit a lazy salute.

“Hey, Mina baby,” singsongs Kit, “Let’s go to the garden. I’ll show you some of Mama’s favorite flowers.”

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specsforwoo · 3 years

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Son of Notus | Demigod!Ten

Parent Deity: Notus ( God of the Southern Winds)

Allegiance: Aether

asldkfjaslkj Airhead much

Okay he is actually really smart

But he hates showing it because he doesn’t want to be stuck up

Like top of his meteorology class

But also top of of his modern dance class

He really likes dancing

It makes him feel like he is flying

Which is the best feeling in the world if you ask him

Kinda found out he was a demigod on accident, but he doesn’t even know he is a demigod asldfkgj

LIKE IT WAS A MAJOR ACCIDENT

So maybe he got a little too heated in an argument and a desk was flown into a wall

And he didn’t touch the desk

Notus is known for being the most temperamental of the Wind Gods

And it definitely passed on to his son

Oops

But he is also probably one of the most laid back of his friends beside Johnny

His personality really changes depending on who he is around

He likes to act silly around Taeyong and Yuta because seriously those two need to take a chill pill and down it with a Piña Colada

But when he is around his half-siblings and younger demigods he turns really protective really fast

And when he is around say Johnny or Chenle or Haechan he becomes the somber one because someone needs to stay calm when those three are together

So he actually got brought to camp rather forcefully

Because apparently when a monster is hot on your tail it tries to directs you to other demigods

Which is exactly what happened

Remember that desk that flew into a wall, well the person he was arguing with was actually a cyclops shrouded by the Veil

Good job, Ten

And the monster chased him all the way to the camp

But like he wasn’t claimed yet and had only known about his powers for a few mere hours, the poor boy

So he crossed the borders to camp and suddenly the cyclops stopped chasing after him? But he was open in the middle of the woods?

Until he turned around and he saw this huge green field with a pavilion and a lake and what looked like 50+ cabins in the distance and an amphitheater

And he was even more terrified because what in hell is this place and how could I not see it before

And suddenly this young girl who was probably around 5 years old with green skin came up and latched onto his leg

And now he’s even more scared bEcAUSEe GreEEN SkiN

But then a normal human walks up to him and sees the cyclops outside the border and kinda just goes oh, new demigod? Have you been claimed?

And honestly he is ready to pass out

Which he does

So apparently after he passed out (the little girl started crying because the cute man is hurt) that random demigod called for help and helped carry him to the pavilion before calling the Apollo/Achelios Camp Leader to check him out

After he woke up it took him a realllllly long time to process everything

And that night when he went to sleep in the Hermes cabin he was still super confused and kinda scared. Because did his mom know where he was? His cellphone dropped into a river while he was being chased. Did he even know where he was? Was he a freak? A million thoughts were running through his head at once

After barely sleeping a wink he woke up to an blow horn and 3 campers cackling around his bunk

Which got him mad and when he clenched his fist the blown horn popped

Oops

So basically he was in the Hermes cabin for around 3 months because no one had claimed him but he had also shown powers limited to demigods so he definitely wasn’t an outsider

And he actually got into the swing of things

Archery was cool, he was okay at it

He didn’t like swords that much but he could survive

But wow, flying on a pegasus? That was the best feeling in the world

He loved the go to the track and fly around after dinner until midnight

And suddenly one day while he was training with his pegasus, Tadd, he got bucked off the saddle while everyone was watching

It was at least 30 feet high

And he landed on his damn feet

And the next thing he knew he had a shining silver cloud erupting in flames over his head

And a voice in the back of his middle, deep, gruff and spiky was talking to him about how he was ready to face the challenges as the son of a god, a specific god: Notus

And Ten was really happy, so was everyone else because 1) they had never had a son of Notus here before and 2) Everyone could tell Ten couldn’t wait until the day he found out who his father was

So Ten has probably been at this camp the longest except for Jaemin but that’s a long story

And the one thing he does do during the summer is go out into society to look for other demigods

Which was how he met you. He had tracked you to a small town outside of Seoul and you were just like any other person

Music blasting in your ears as you walked down the street, humming along, eyes glued to your phone

And he almost thought that he had tracked the wrong person

Until he noticed your little obsession with gold.

Not like you were robbing banks and jewelry stores but as he got closer to you in order to bring you to the camp he realized you like to sew clothes with gold colored thread, Your jacket had gold embroidering. Your phone case was gold

When he brought it up you just laughed and said that your mom had told you all your life that gold was your dad’s favorite color and for a while you used to use it to give a connection to him but soon it became your favorite color as well.

And one day while he was meeting you up for coffee at a local donut shop, he noticed a shadow out of the corner of his eye but decided to ignore it

2 hours later he was gripping your hand running down an alleyway trying to pull drachma out of his pocket so he could hitch a ride back to camp and away from the Griffin currently chasing you down

Apparently waiters don’t like it when you try to send cold coffee back

He finally got you in a Hermes Cab and spent the entire time to the camp explaining what had happened

Let’s just say you took it a lot better than he did and didn’t have to be carried inside the camp borders

He was about to take you to the Hermes cabin when a Sun and Lyre appeared simultaneously above your head

You had been claimed by Apollo in the mere 5 hours you had been aware that you were a demigod

And Ten had to admit, he was jealous, why did he have to wait 3 months when you had to wait 5 hours

But he was also happy because he knows the feeling of finding a missing part about the puzzle that was a demigod’s life

So he goes and introduces you to your half-siblings and you immediately fit in

And he usually leaves new campers here, their cabins will take care of them now, but he doesn’t want to leave you

But has to because Johnny keeps Iris messaging him from the Aether Cabin about some party he needs help setting up

And to his dismay it seems like you don’t even notice him leaving

Or even his presence for the next 3 weeks because you have been getting along with your siblings really well

But one day Johnny is throwing another party and it spread across the entire camp, but he just wasn’t feeling it

He seemed even more bitter about the party than Taeyong

And you were there of course, talking with Sicheng (your Camp Leader) and Taeyong but kept noticing Ten just sitting in the corner reading a book? It was about modern dance okay

So you excuse yourself from Tae and Sicheng to go and plop down next to Ten

They were both totally giving you wiggly brows and side eyes

But he looked up from the book, startled to see you sitting across from him

You were the first one to speak

You're usually the life of the party, what’s going on?

Just not feeling it

It was easy to tell he didn’t want to talk about it, at least to you

So right as he went to pick up the book again you cut it

ThankYouForFindingMeAndBringingMeHereAndIReallyOweYouBecauseYouSavedMyLifeAndIDon’tKnowHowToRepayYou

*Breathe*

AndI’mEvenMoreSorryAboutAvoidingYouBecauseIDidn’tKnowWhatToSayAndYouKindaMakeMeNervousBecauseIThinkYouAreCute

And you realized what you said right after you said it causing you to jump out of your seat, racing pasting a chuckling Sicheng and Haechan while blushing

Did I mention Ten is also Track Captain at camp because Wind Gods are super fast and that passes on to him and Johnny just hates running

So he caught up to you right in front of the lake holding your arm

I think you are cute too

And he leans down, kissing your cheek

And he walks you to the Apollo Cabin, kissing your cheek again before going back to his own cabin

It’s the first night since his first day at camp that he can’t sleep

But he doesn’t mind it this time

They think I’m cute too. *cue unmanly giggling at 4 am followed by a pillow thrown from Johnny’s side of the room*

And the next day it’s back to when you didn’t know you were a demigod

You and Ten are practically joined at the hip

While he helps you with agility and reflex you help him with archery

And you both are great flyers

And while he practices dance, you play the harp to create simple melody for him to follow

You guys really just compliment each other in every way

Making you the perfect team

Especially when chariot racing is on the table

You are a much better marksman than he is and he is a much better driver than you lol

So basically every time you 2 team up for racing

No one else wants to join because they know you will win

So the Camp Director forces you two to be on separate teams with in your own cabins

Which means you are paired with Sicheng, who is a great driver and an even better shot

And Ten is stuck with Johnny, dear god

Actually Johnny is really good with a Javelin and Sword so you know you are going to have to watch out for him

And you two get competitive

Remember how I said you make a perfect team?

You might make better enemies lmao

Ten tried to drive your chariot off the track so you Stuck a javelin in his back piston

Sicheng fired a flaming arrow into their hold so Johnny sawed through half of your reins

In the end you won

Shhhh, Ten wants a recount

Okay but he is really excited, jumping out of the chariot and racing over to you while Sicheng is trying to pull at your arm to go to the pavilion to be crowned with a golden laurel

And Johnny is silently sulking on the second place pedestal

But once you and Sicheng are hoisted onto the first place platform and you are crowned he is screaming and hollering and just overall being a really supportive boyfriend

But when you guys go onto the track competition he whoops your ass and doesn’t think twice about it

But you are there in the crowd screaming and hollering and being an overall supportive girlfriend

And later that night the camp decides to hold a sorta dance to commemorate the competitions and their winners

And everyone takes it seriously

Like after a straight week of pushing each other into mud and water and falling of pegasi in the sky and pushing your way through monster infested forests

Everyone wants to dress up and be slightly classy

So the Aphrodite and Eros houses have had boys and girls alike weaving in and out of their common areas because they offered to help everyone look their best for this event

And you and Ten agreed to not reveal your outfits to each other until you met up at the pavilion

And you were in a light blue dress that you got an Aphrodite kid to enchant so it would look like clouds moving around the ripples in the dress

And Ten was in a flowy gold top, half tucked into slacks and a couple buttons undone. An Eros kid temporarily threaded his hair with gold

BEST DRESSED COUPLE ANYONE

So basically he forces you into the middle of the dance floor and does that cheesy slow dance in the middle of everyone else jumping around and headbanging

But DJ!Mark totally notices so he switches the song to a self composed one that has a nice melody to it and soft vocals so he can create the mood for you two

And you are both slightly swaying to the music, nothing too fancy, definitely not what everyone was expecting from Ten

But you have you head on his shoulder, his hand encaptured in yours with his other on your waist as you both whisper a small conversation

And he mentions he’s met Apollo once

Which totally shocks and scares you… because he’s met your dad? The god?

But he just chuckles under his breath, and whispers in your ear about how he made Ten promise to never hurt you or he would face the full wrath of a god

Which got you even more scared because Ten… pls dont get hurt

But he laughs under his breath again and lets go of your hand to pull something out of his back pocket

And it’s a charm bracelet with a lyre and a cloud on it with a cursive T too

And as he slips it onto your wrist

He whispers about how he told your dad that he would quicker marry you than hurt you

a n y w a y s

Ten is a really soft bf and demigod and person in general

Unless it comes to hurting someone he loves

Then he can and will seriously injure someone

But other than that

Everyone looks up to him

Not just because he has been there forever

But because he has shown he has what it takes to protect the camp and how much everyone in it means to him

Especially you

#nct #nct u #wayv #demigod!nct #demigod!nct u #demigod!wayv #nct ten #nct u ten #wayv ten #demigod!ten #nct ten imagine #nct u ten imagine #wayv ten imagine #ten #specsforwoo

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neromardorm · 4 years

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*Long Sigh* Here’s the awful horny liar man... Enjoy his bio that makes me wonder why exactly i created him fjakljfkla

Hector Smyth (Twisted from Captain Barbosa) Year/Class: 3rd Year

Birthday: July 30th

Star Sign: Leo

Age: 18

Height: 178cm (5'10")

Eye Color: Silver-Purple

Hair Color: Brown

Homeland: Pyroxene

Club: Basketball Club

Best subject: Astronomy

Occupation: Student, Vice Dorm Leader

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Granny Smith Apples

Least Favorite Food: Dairy

Dislikes: Peace and quiet.

Hobby: Poisonous creature collection.

Talents: Lying. (jk its star-mapping)

Bio: The crude-mouthed and salacious vice of Neromar. Hector has a keen interest in getting what he wants no matter what and often will switch sides in order to do so. He has a face that's difficult to read but nevertheless his honor as a member of Neromar comes before all.

Unique Magic: "Jack of All Trades"; Hector is able to mimic other people's unique magics when he sees them. However he can only use one at a time and if he amasses too many in a given amount of time it makes him nauseous. He suffers a similar amount of blot the original owner does if not a bit more since its an ability that’s kinda always working behind the scenes

Additional Info:

Hector likes collecting poisonous or venomous creatures--mostly frogs. He names all of them.

“Tits out for Poseidon gaymers“

He’s missing his right leg. He has a prosthetic in its place.

Helped Johnny become dorm leader by taking out the competitor before they could get to him. They’ve been friends since.

Living embodiment of “what are you gonna do? Stab me?” *gets stabbed*

Horny pansexual.

Arsenio voice: “Hector there isn’t a thing you haven’t immediately killed, fucked or tried to make a boat out of.”

Dirty double-crosser. Often does things to benefit himself and his dorm.

Actually assisted Johnny in becoming dorm head by taking out the big contender against him during the free for all.

His sword’s name is Carina.

He has a tattoo of the constellation of the same name too.

Hector got cursed by some gold coins.

Has a weak spot for delicacies like turkish delight...

All jokes aside Hector is really good at lying.

His accursed form allows him to become a skeleton and to be able to persist without basic essentials such as food, water, and air. Most physical attacks are also rendered useless thanks to this.

#my art style #character bio #hector #neromar #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #fan dorm #twisted wonderland fandorm #pirates of the caribbean #old art tell no tales

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do-androids-dream-ao3acc · 3 years

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There was a prompt by @frances-the-red:

Oh no! Geralt lost his engagement ring! 😱 What happened and how is the godling Hansi involved? (Just a silly little prompt if you ever become bored. Love your writing! 🧡)

I changed the engagement ring to wedding ring because there has never actually been an engagement, let’s just say that’s not a Nilfgaard custom ;) Also, I changed Hansi to the more common Johnny. I think nobody will understand the joke anyway and English-speaking gamers just know him by this name. Hansi is his name in the german dubbing (which is the same as Johnny) and that happens to be the name of my favorite Heavy Metal singer, too. And I love that you prompted me with it :)

One last thing: I had to alter the outcome of a specific Witcher 3 quest for this. Usually, Sarah only meets Johnny if you throw her out of the house where Corinne meets her. So for this story, let’s just assume it went a bit different.

Enough babbling! This one is called “A seeker enthralled by a flame” (Avantasia lyrics this time), read under the cut or on AO3. 5330 words, rated G.

The second of waking up, Geralt realized something was fundamentally wrong.

This had nothing to do with the fact that dull rays of the sun shining through the curtains indicated morning was already advanced. Nothing to do with him waking up in a foreign bed. Or that half of his body was hanging out, as if it missed the habit of a much larger bed. All of this was not unusual. So what was it? When his eyes opened, Geralt immediately knew where he was (in Novigrad), what he had been doing the night before (getting drunk with Dandelion and Zoltan out of pure reunion), and why he was here (a contract, of course, and this was a stopover on the way back).

Nothing of all this was wrong. What he could see of the room without moving his head (possibly one too many beers) was normal. A guest room at the Chameleon, furnished with Dandelion's somewhat exuberant taste and clearly refined by Priscilla's hand; fresh flowers and fruit on a sideboard. The fingertips of Geralt's right hand brushed wood. It took him a moment to realize that his arm was hanging out of the bed, touching the floor. The floor felt normal, as did his body, which was slowly waking up and painfully reminding him that he needed to pee.

But he was not ready yet. His mind was still trying to trace this feeling, even if it might well have been only a vague thought from a dream. Lost in thought, he involuntarily began tapping a kind of rhythm on the floor, an odd imitation of what Emhyr did when he became impatient. And then he understood. An ice-cold feeling ran through his abdomen, and the natural need was gone.

The ring was missing.

Hastily Geralt raised his hand, straightening in the bed, bringing his fingers close to his face, staring. His ring finger had a small, light-colored indentation, an imprint that made it even more evident that something was missing. His wedding ring was gone. Against better judgment, Geralt jumped out of bed and carefully examined the floor; he even crawled under the bed, checked every crack, combed the whole room.

It was simply easier to assume that the ring had slipped off his finger (it sat perfectly, he never took it off, not even when he put on gloves and went into battle) than to believe someone had dared to steal it from him. That was ridiculous. Stealing from a witcher? In one of the hottest establishments in town (a fucking wicked, disgusting town full of disgusting subjects, well). Even drunk as he had been last night, that was not possible. Who would dare to enter his room without him noticing (impossible) and pull a ring off his finger?

It was undoubtedly a valuable piece, but the silver... Geralt's eyes immediately darted to the wall next to the bed, although he had long known what he would see. The swords were still there, leaning neatly against the wall in their scabbards.

That didn't make any sense. Who would steal a ring when there were two swords whose common material value was significantly higher? Indeed, the blades were almost unsaleable – no merchant in his right mind would buy witchers' swords, especially those whose engraved runes were more than clearly traceable to the owner. Nevertheless, Geralt hurriedly began to check the rest of his equipment. The armor, the saddlebags... everything was there; nothing was missing.

Geralt sat down on the bed, resting his slightly aching skull on his hands. Had he perhaps lost the ring during the evening? Or – even worse – had he, in a frenzy, agreed to use the piece as a prize in a game of Gwent? He was notorious (well, in the eyes of a certain man at least) for occasionally doing idiotic things, but Geralt thought something like that was out of the question.

Besides, he didn't want to imagine that possibility because it would have meant that, in a few days, he would have had to confront his husband to tell him he had lost the ring. The symbol of their love come true, the flame that he always carried with him like the one in his heart....

"Silly. And you're hyperventilating."

There wasn't really a voice in his head, but he could imagine it very well (and that was very close to what Emhyr would actually say before he found out the ring was gone). Besides, the voice was right. Geralt took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. If the idea of being robbed seemed absurd, at least there was a way to find out if it was valid. All he had to do was focus on possible clues in the room. However, that was easier said than done; after all, he was in Novigrad, in a much-frequented house – supposedly the most popular in the whole city. Looking for traces in this room was like telling a dog to search through a massive pile of shit to find out if his best friend had been there.

The same was true for the smell. However, chance aided him – this room didn't seem to be used quite as often. Perhaps Dandelion indeed did keep it only for friends at all times, or maybe he exaggerated his establishment's popularity. In any case, most of the traces and smells that Geralt's senses picked up were older and not of concern. Quite clearly, his own smell still hung in the room, an almost visible cloud of alcohol, leather, horse.... well, he had arrived only a few hours before. But there was something else. More like a hunch that someone else had actually been here – a kind of whiff, an indefinable but strangely familiar smell, as if he had sensed it once before, and a tiny trail of footsteps, as delicate as if that had been just a ghost. But a ghost would have left no visible traces at all.

Even these were almost impossible to see, smell or feel. It was strange, but at least a better explanation than that he had simply lost the ring. Still, what creature would have managed to pull the thing off his finger and disappear with it completely without a sound and almost without a trace? There was only one way to find out, and, if possible, before anyone saw him without the ring. Now it didn't seem like such a good idea that he had presented it so openly (because he was damn proud of it).

Geralt left the Chameleon like a suitor who had fallen asleep over his secret lover – very quietly. No one was awake yet anyway. He disappeared without a message, which was not that unusual, and sneaked out through the back exit. It was challenging to follow the delicate breeze on the streets and impossible to make out the tracks anymore. Almost as if the thief had fled across the rooftops – a not so unlikely possibility. Besides, the city itself stank of all the shit that places like these stink of: too many people and their numerous vices.

His motivation was high (if not desperate), so his focus was tremendous. The sight of a witcher trudging through Novigrad with a grim expression on his face, looking neither left nor right, was not common even here. As so often, his reputation preceded him, and if he had bothered to look into the eyes of the people who hurriedly avoided him, he probably could have guessed which of the numerous things said about him they were most likely to believe. He didn't care anyway. Geralt followed the fleeting trail of a breeze mixed with so many smells that it became almost impossible to keep track of it.

Twice he lost it, once he almost lost his nerve, and yet he held on convulsively to that one delicate scent. It led him out of the city, which was good; it would be easier to track now. Only briefly did he give up following the scent because, outside the city gate, he was sure to find it again. The trail led directly away from the main road, which didn't surprise him. The brazen thief surely had not been interested in encountering any guards. So he unhitched his horse from the capable businessman who had recently started running a livery stable near the entrance.

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It went cross-country, over meadows and fields, which Geralt had to ride around as a precaution if he did not want to incur the farmers' wrath, and he lost valuable time, but never the trail. Whoever had taken the ring had been nimble, and they were several hours ahead of him. But he wondered where this would lead. The ring had hardly been stolen by a magpie that had flown into its nest with it. So why through the countryside and into the forest? Maybe the thief just wanted to hide and wait because there was no direct way to the next town from here, and Geralt still considered it doubtful that it would be possible to sell the ring, just like the swords. However, some crazy collectors paid a fortune for witcher's memorabilia. Maybe there was a black market for his wedding ring. This was such a monstrous thought that he already imagined what he would do to the thief if….

Geralt stopped as if rooted to the spot. The scent ceased here, in a small clearing of beech trees, in the middle of a meadow, sprinkled with daisies and wild herbs. He had been leading Roach on the reins for quite a while because the forest had become too dense. Now he let go, patted her briefly, and whispered to her to be good and stay put, which earned him a snort that sounded almost contemptuous.

The trail might end here, but that didn't mean he had lost it. He perceived a presence that was trying to hide, but... Geralt looked up.

"Johnny," he said. "You can come down now."

Up there, perched in a treetop, sat the reason why the smell had appeared familiar to him from the very beginning. He had just not been able to assign it to the little godling immediately. In fact, Geralt had not expected to see him again at all.

"I don't want to," resounded a pitched voice from above.

"I can imagine, but I'd rather you come down. My neck hurts from staring up."

"That's old age."

"I'm sure you know something about that," Geralt replied patiently. "Come down now. I want to ask you something."

Johnny grumbled, and he played coy for a few more seconds, but he seemed to realize that he would not escape the witcher just by hiding in the tree. So he climbed down the bark as nimbly as a squirrel, but when he reached the ground, he still kept some distance.

"Long time no see, witcher," he chirped, though also with a certain mistrust – which, in Geralt's opinion, he had good reason to feel.

"Johnny, you know it's dangerous for you to show yourself outside," Geralt began carefully.

The little one grimaced.

"I'm careful. Besides, sometimes it's pretty boring to just sit inside all the time."

"You promised to watch Corinne – and Sarah, didn't you?"

"And I do! Really!"

Now a genuine smile covered the godling's face, who outwardly and also in many traits almost resembled a child. The smile might have as much to do with his conspecific Sarah as with the sorceress who had taken them in. They could have lived a pleasant life in the wilderness, where they would not have had to hide all the time. But the godling's natural kindness had driven Sarah to return to Novigrad as if she felt a connection with the oneiromancer, and Johnny had gone along. It was certainly not a forever bond, but it seemed to work.

"I'm sure you do," Geralt replied, "But listen.... is it possible you paid me a visit last night?"

Johnny's big eyes had an innocent look.

"Maybe?"

"And did you maybe take something that doesn't belong to you?"

Johnny scratched his head.

"Well, that would depend on how you define property, I guess."

Geralt sighed.

"My ring, Johnny. Why did you steal my ring? And don't even try to deny it. I know you have it in your little pouch."

Involuntarily, the godling's gaze went to the slim bag he carried over his shoulder. There could hardly be a more apparent admission of guilt, and he noticed his mistake immediately.

"Oh, unfair," he complained. "You tricked me. That'll teach me to play with witchers again."

"This isn't a game, Johnny," Geralt said, now noticeably more severe. "Give the ring back."

"Oh, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"I need it."

"For what?" sighed Geralt.

"That's a secret," the godling quickly replied.

"Johnny..."

"No, no, I won't be fooled again!"

"I'm sure Corinne doesn't know anything about it. Right? Would she approve?"

"You're not going to rat me out, are you? That's not proper between friends."

Johnny was visibly indignant now.

"It's not proper between friends to steal from each other, either."

The godling sighed.

"Oh, fine. Suppose you don't rat me out! Promise!"

Geralt counted very slowly inwardly to ten before answering, albeit through clenched teeth.

"I promise. So?"

"Well, if you can give anything on a witcher's word of honor.... I'll try to summon Liuba."

Geralt stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Liuba, the goddess of love?"

Johnny nodded eagerly. Geralt narrowed his eyes.

"Listen, I have no idea how this works among you godlings, but if Sarah isn't interested in you in that way, summoning a tricky goddess certainly isn't the best approach..."

"Dumbass. It's not for me," Johnny interrupted him. "It's about Corinne. She's been pretty lonely since she started taking care of us. She doesn't go out much, and even though we've offered to leave, she says she doesn't want us to. As far as we know, there are hardly any mages left in town. It is reasonably safe, but most are suspicious. And Corinne believes that no one who doesn't understand her powers can love her."

"Did she say that?"

Johnny sighed theatrically.

"We're magical beings, witcher. She doesn't have to say anything."

"All right, but... Johnny, you and Sarah are already very rare. Gods are – well, in many cases, just myths. Things made up by humans who found winter too cold and dark. And even if Liuba does exist, she may not be the best choice. According to her legend, she more or less killed a woman who asked her for help. Which technically fulfilled the deal to reunite her with her beloved, who happened to die on the battlefield at the same time."

"Hogwash," the godling replied contemptuously. "I do believe that gods exist. And that they are nothing other than magical beings, just like us. You should understand that, even if your magic is a flyspeck compared to what I can do. That they are myths, yes, that is a merit of the humans, and that's good because otherwise, they would have probably wiped them all out. This way, they've just forgotten many of them."

Annoyed, Geralt blew a strand of hair out of his face.

"All right, let's not argue about the existence of gods. Why does my ring have to be the pledge to call her?"

"It must be a symbol of true love," Johnny said seriously.

"Surely there will be enough love to be found in Novigrad..."

"You don't understand! What do you think I have tried already? Garters, lockets with drawings in them, love letters.... None of it worked. This may be a big city, but true love is rarely found."

"You stole all that?"

The godling shrugged.

"And a lot of wedding rings," he admitted. "But yours is special. There's much stronger magic in that."

"There's no magic in it at all," Geralt objected.

Johnny chuckled.

"You have no idea. There is destiny in true love, and the two combined are a rarity. Your ring radiates that. No wonder you don't realize it. You can't do anything but light fires and make people look elsewhere when you don't like them."

"That's not quite what..."

"That's some magic you don't know a thing about," Johnny continued. "Why you, of all people, have a ring like that is beyond me. There are far more beautiful wedding rings; believe me, I've had enough in my hand. But I haven't seen one that had an engraving like that. Even the metal was chosen with care. Almost all the wedding rings I saw were gold; yours is not."

"But what makes you think you can conjure Liuba here in the wilderness, of all places?"

"Ha, my dear, research!"

Johnny tapped his nose, a strangely touching gesture, even if it was meant to express superiority.

"Corinne had picked up some books so we wouldn't be bored. I honestly believe, secretly, that she genuinely thinks we're like children because of our shape. Well, anyway, one of the books was about local legends in the area. It was not difficult to get to the right place. The book said that some lovers claimed to have seen Liuba there."

"Did the book also say that it was dangerous?" Geralt asked dryly.

"It said that only true love could summon her," the godling replied unaffected. "Otherwise, Liuba would punish the callers. That's why I need your ring, you see."

"Well, let's say I believe all that; what happens if you succeed in calling the goddess with this pledge?" asked Geralt.

"She will accept the gift and fulfill my wish: that Corinne meets the love of her life. You know, she wouldn't have to take care of us. We can do it quite well on our own. But Sarah thinks we make sure her powers don't turn against her. I guess all this dream magic isn't that much fun."

"I can't let that happen," Geralt said seriously.

"What, you don't begrudge Corinne finding someone she loves?" asked Johnny indignantly.

"This isn't about Corinne. You can't give my ring to some goddess. This is my wedding ring, Johnny. It's very important to me."

"Weren't you listening? That's also one reason why it'll be so valuable to Liuba."

"I get it," Geralt replied grimly. "But it's my ring, and you can't have it. You'll have to find something else."

"I told you, I've already tried."

"All right... I'll try. I'll get you a pledge of true love that's just as good."

Johnny grimaced.

"I don't think that's possible."

"You do believe that you can summon a goddess, and I don't think that will work, either with my ring or if we sacrifice a virgin."

"That's barbaric," Johnny said indignantly.

"That's why we're not doing it," Geralt returned irritably. "Listen, you know I could just take that ring off you. But I don't want to hurt you or your, well, religious feelings. So I'm going to help you and get you another love symbol. I'm convinced it doesn't even have to be magical."

"But..."

"You don't even know her legend," Geralt continued. "The woman who summoned Liuba paid with jewelry. Among them was possibly a love pledge, a gift, but that's only part of the ritual, isn't it?"

Johnny nodded slowly.

"Well, there are a few other things required as well, I've already obtained them all, wasn't exactly easy either."

"You mean you stole those too."

"How could I have bought them?" the godling replied innocently. "So, what's your plan?“

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Geralt didn't believe for a second that Johnny would succeed in summoning a goddess - let alone that she was anything more than a legend. What he did believe, however, was that maybe something was there. The fact that the information in Johnny's book pointed explicitly to a particular location was hardly a coincidence. Also that the ritual was described in detail – although the special ingredient, namely the love pledge, was mentioned rather vaguely in the book, as he had gotten out of Johnny after some more inquiring. Geralt thought it possible that perhaps something really could be summoned at this point, but certainly not a goddess. A specter, perhaps, or a cursed being, a corgowrath, a Shishiga… whatever it was, he believed it to be rare and old, probably dangerous.

He asked the godling not to try to start the ritual without him but to prepare it so that they could start right away when Geralt returned. Meanwhile, he rode back to Novigrad, spending an outrageous amount of money on a small silver box decorated with tacky rose petals made of tiny, inexpensive gems. Then he spent considerable time unobtrusively looking around for a mage or sorceress. He could by no means go to Corinne with his request without betraying Johnny – which he didn't want to do because it was clear to him that the godling meant well. But as a being exceedingly connected with nature, he lacked the sense for many human characteristics, and he did not grasp the danger that could hide in such magical incantation. Furthermore, Geralt was aware that he would only get his ring back safely if he played at least partially by Johnny's rules. And in the end, it was always about playing with these creatures.

He found a mage who, even if they officially no longer had to hide, made a somewhat nervous impression. Geralt had the box covered with a spell that he had thought about for a while and was reasonably sure that Johnny wouldn't recognize what was actually behind it. This took a while, and the mage relaxed a bit, even admitting at the end that he still slept poorly, albeit the city was safe for his kind again. However, prejudices did not disappear from people's minds so quickly. Emhyr held back on the presence of soldiers in the city; it was still a sensitive topic in negotiations. Of the northern kingdoms, no one felt responsible either, which is why crime still flourished in Novigrad. Before leaving, Geralt recommended that the mage visit Corinne – just for safety. Briefly, the thought crossed his mind that he was traveling in the matter of love, after all. That was ridiculous, and besides, it was none of his business.

When he returned, Johnny had prepared the ritual. He had set up a circle in the clearing, made of half-burned candles and at least one unused one. In the middle of it, he had placed a pile of gifts, mainly jewelry and love letters, all stolen like the candles – like Geralt's ring, but it was not among the other stuff. The godling noticed Geralt's look and defended himself by saying that all of this was only for security, to strengthen the spell.

"I really don't think that's going to work," Geralt said, "not even with this."

He held up the silver box.

"For someone who possesses such a mighty token of love, you're surprisingly doubtful of its power," Johnny remarked pointedly.

"Maybe, but I'm a reformed skeptic when it comes to love."

Johnny shook his head.

"So, what did you bring?"

"In this box," Geralt claimed dramatically, "I had one of my memories magically locked away."

"What?"

"A memory of a loving moment."

"Memories are powerful," Johnny mused. "I just hope it's nothing objectionable?"

Geralt shrugged.

"Love has many facets. Ultimately, it's up to your goddess to decide, isn't it?"

The godling still looked a little indecisive, but finally, he nodded.

"All right, I'll tell you how we do it," Geralt continued.

"But I've read the book, I know..."

"Well, you can do it as the book says. But as soon as the time comes when the box is needed, you give me back the ring. At that exact moment, you hear?"

Johnny tilted his head.

"That's not stupid," he said appreciatively. "You think if your little box isn't strong enough, after all, Liuba will be attracted to the power of the ring. In the end, the memory in your little box might still be enough for her. Clever."

"Exactly," Geralt lied without batting an eye.

"That way, you can keep the ring, and I can still talk to her.... it's just a little bit of cheating. I like it," Johnny said. "Let's get started."

So they began. Geralt lit the candles in the order Johnny solemnly told him to. He had even stolen a flint, which Geralt thought was almost more dangerous than anything else he had done. Then began a litany of mumbled words, a strange mixture of elder speech and some gibberish. Maybe some swear words, who could tell for sure.

At some point, the godling reached into his little bag, and at last, Geralt saw his ring again. The sight of it stung him a little. Perhaps it was indeed strange how attached he was to this object. Still, he did not regard the ring as a mere object.

"It's time," Johnny whispered, his face a single mask of concentration, his big eyes half-closed.

Geralt held out his hand with the box. The atmosphere was strange. Evening had fallen on the small clearing; the light had given way to a pale gray, at the edge of which still hung the last pink of the setting sun. The birds' singing from the forest had stopped; not even the woodpecker, which had been hammering on some trees almost all day, could still be heard. Actually, all sounds had fallen silent, even that of small animals in the undergrowth. Although a gentle breeze was blowing, not even a rustle could be heard.

That was strange, but even stranger was that the air, which had been pure and clear all day, seemed to condense. Johnny had insisted that Geralt put down the swords, but he had placed them on the floor not too far from him and was now glancing at them. If any specter was indeed going to show itself, he had to be quick. The silver sword was prepared in case, but since he didn't know what he was up against, he had to decide on a possible potion at the last second. And he had to get Johnny to safety somehow.

"Now," Geralt hissed as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Promptly, he held out the box to Johnny. The latter’s eyes seemed even bigger than usual, and a delighted smile now appeared on his face. He took the box and gave the ring to Geralt, who immediately put it on his finger. At the same moment, a strange glow seemed to fill the air. Geralt stood waiting at the edge of the candle circle, his knees slightly bent, ready to make a daring leap towards the swords. It seemed to grow darker around them, while a bright spot of light remained in the center of the circle. The air crackled. Suddenly Johnny chuckled and lowered his eyes in a shy gesture. Geralt stared over at him, frowning.

"What's going on?"

The godling did not answer. He seemed not to perceive Geralt at all. Then he nodded and began to speak incoherently.

"That's right," he said, and "What mage?"

He chuckled again. Then he pointed to Geralt.

"No, he has no idea," he said.

The witcher wondered if Johnny had gone mad. Nothing was there. It seemed as if an apparition was about to materialize, but at the same time, as if something prevented it from doing so. Johnny spoke to the air. Geralt thought carefully. What creature could manage to make itself entirely invisible for a witcher, not even causing the medallion to vibrate? It was also strange that the changed atmosphere had nothing dangerous about it at all. Nevertheless, he thought it impossible that Johnny was talking to a love goddess right now – or that she would show herself to the godling, of all people, who had nothing to offer but a handful of jewelry and a small box covered with a strong but rather silly spell. This only confirmed his suspicion that it was not about a love pledge at all. Geralt took a quick look at his ring. The engraved flame on it seemed to glow red. He ran the index finger of his left hand over it. It was all in his imagination; there was nothing at all.

Just at that moment, the strange sensation hovering over the surroundings disappeared, and suddenly, the birds began to sing again. The light was back as before. Everything was exactly as before, just as if nothing had ever happened – only the candles had all gone out.

"What was that just now?" Geralt addressed the godling.

Johnny looked at him innocently, the box still in his hand.

"Look, she didn't take it at all. Nor any of the other stuff. She said she'd do it for free for me. You got all worked up over your ring for nothing!"

"Better safe than sorry," Geralt grumbled, "What did she say, your goddess?"

He sounded so skeptical that Johnny burst out laughing.

"You don't believe it even now, do you? I suppose you didn't see anything? Well, these gods play by their own rules, my dear. She said Corinne's already been taken care of. I don't know what that means, but I think Sarah and I won't have to worry about her anytime soon."

"I see," Geralt replied. He couldn't think of any other answer. He made a mental note to ask Dandelion to check on Corinne occasionally. While he didn't actually believe Johnny had been talking to a goddess, as long as he didn't know what he was dealing with, he preferred to play it safe. If there was some spectral being around, someone would have to take care of it sooner or later.

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"You're late."

Emhyr, engrossed in papers in his study as usual at this hour, did not precisely toss aside his quill at the sight of Geralt, but he leaned back, regarding his spouse intently.

"Late?" asked Geralt, after closing the door and making sure they were indeed alone (occasionally, there were minions in the alcoves, scurrying out at a hint). Only then did he casually stroll around the table to pick up the kiss he thought he richly deserved. He got it, and it felt like he had actually been gone too long. The fact that he then sat down on the desk, however, earned him a disapproving look.

"You're crumpling important documents. All I’m saying is that, according to my information, you had already arrived in Novigrad about a week ago. Usually, you stay a day or two, then you head back."

"You sent your spies after me?"

"Certainly not."

"So you have spies in Novigrad?"

"Don't act surprised," Emhyr returned. "With your penchant for dubious adventures, you can't blame me for occasionally liking to know where you hang out."

"Dubious... pah."

Geralt grinned cockily.

"Then why didn't your spies tell you where I was if you think I should have been back by now?"

Emhyr didn't bat an eye, but at least he had to admit, "I'm afraid they... lost sight of you at some point."

"Well, maybe I just don't let myself be watched on my dubious adventures," Geralt countered. "I'll tell you about it sometime; however, right now, I want to get rid of the dust from the journey. Just this much: I was traveling in matters of love."

Emhyr folded his arms, raising his brows.

"Is this going to be some weird attempt to make me jealous?"

"Oh, would that work?"

"Sure, though it would be high treason."

"High treason?"

"Of course," Emhyr replied calmly, "betraying the Emperor is high treason."

"In that case," Geralt said, "it's a good thing your spies didn't get me."

He wiped away Emhyr's now slightly confused expression with another kiss. Before closing his eyes, he took one last look at his ring.

This story was probably better left a secret after all.

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