#and hades is going to white knight and save her

[magiqfetus]

I was going to write a review for chapter 230, but I'm genuinely too mad. I'm not exaggerating, I hated this.

Everything Demeter said was right, (Persephone isn't fit to be queen, Hades groomed her, she does owe Hestia an apology) but her character has been completely assassinated, because Rachel can't write decent characters anymore, and I'm not going to keep reading when I know she's now just a 2D abusive mother. Every character is against her now ffs, even Hestia. Hades is going to be released and protect Persephone (because she's a spineless crybaby.) I was going to stick it out to see her cause winter but it's not worth it. The blatant character assassination, the villainization, the white knighting, the spineless Mary Sues.

I can't keep reading this.

[bet-on-me-13]

The Hades and Persephone AU

So! It had been a coincidence. One of the Rouges Cass had been chasing down had dropped a stray Bullet Casing, and she had managed to miss it as she ran after them. All they could hear through the Comms was her startled yelp as she tumbled 3 Stories, directly onto her Back.

Batman had rushed to the scene, hoping that his daughter was still alive, but when he got there he came across a very different sight. A Tall, shadow covered Knight Carrying Cass in his Arms. Before he could do anything, the Shadow Knight turned away and walked deeper into the Alleyway, were a Lazarus Green Portal stood waiting.

Batman could only watch as his critically injured daughter was kidnapped by some sort of Dark Armored Demon. And into a Portal glowing with the same light as a Lazarus Pit no less.

When he returned to the Cave, Bruce immediately contacted Constantine. Within the Hour, Constantine had arrived and had been lead to the scene where Cass had been taken.

"Well, I don't know what you did to catch their ire but it seems like Orphan was kidnapped by a Realms Being." He explained, "And by the looks of it, by the Right Hand of the Ghost King himself. How did you manage this?"

"Where can we find her?" Asked Batman in a Hard Tone. This was his Daughter, and she had just been kidnapped by Royalty from another Realm. He didn't know why, but they were going to pay.

"Well, the Ghost Zone is a treacherous Realm. Ordinarily I would advise against even considering going there, but I know you will either way."

Constantine gave them Directions to a small town in Illinois, where supposedly a pair of Techno-Mages had managed to open a Permanent Portal the the Ghost Zone. They would have all the Weapons, Armor, and Transportation he would need to venture into the Zone.

Finding the Tecno-Mages was easy (though they preferred the term Ecto-Biologists), and surprisingly convincing them that they needed their help was even easier. Once Batman explained that his Daughter had been kidnapped by a Being from the Zone, they offered their help immediately.

"We understand, if it had been one of our own Kids who had been kidnapped, we would be doing the exact same. If only we could get into contact with our Son, he has connections in the Zone that may be have been useful, but he's been busy for the past few days."

After a day of preparing, the Team was ready to delve into this alternate dimension to save their Missing Family Member.

...

Meanwhile Cass is living out her Mythologically Accurate Romantic Fantasy (I have a headcanon that Cass adores myths). She was basically Kidnapped like Persephone, except it was under very different circumstances.

Basically, David Cain had made a deal with the Previous Ghost King. David would be given access to Fresh Lazarus Pits for the League, and in return the Ghost King would be given his daughters hand in marriage upon her Death. And while Cass was technically still alive, her Near-Death Experience had drawn enough Ecto to her that it pushed her Liminality past the point of Human Limits. She was no longer technically Alive, so the Contract had activated.

Thankfully, when Fright Knight noticed his new Queen-To-Be's condition, he had rushed her to the Far Frozen to be healed. Then he brought her to the Castle and had informed Danny of the development.

Now, Neither of them was really ready to be married, but a Contract like that needed to be canceled by the one who made it. And Pariah was still locked in his Box. So, they had delved into the Ghost Writers Library to see if they could find a Loophole.

And Study Dates have never been so fun.

Even though she isn't ready to be married yet, Cass still thinks that Danny is kind of cute. And she likes his goofy little smile, and his slightly glowing eyes, and his smooth white hair, and-

Oh, that Persephone comparison might have been a little more accurate than she thought...

[ginger-and-all-things-spice]

An afternoon with the Di Angelo’s

In the Italian country side there was a beautiful mansion made of stone. The doors towards the giant garden were open and the sun was shining on the green grass. A beautiful brunette was sitting cross legged on the ground. Her hair in a short neat ponytail, her skin was tanned, and she was wearing white trousers and a blue button up, her feet were bare, her toenails painted blood red the same color as her fingernails. Her warm brown eyes were sparkling with mirth as she sang and clapped as two young children were chasing each other through the grass. One was a girl, her dark brown hair was in two braids. She was dressed as a knight with a wooden sword, chasing the boy, her brother, who was dressed as a pirate. The boy had raven hair in a wild mess on his head, he was shrieking in joy as his sister chased him. 

Another person walked into the garden, dressed in a gray shirt and black pants. Feet and hands bare. Long raven black hair flowing in a thick braid down the man’s back. He was white as a ghost, and his eyes were black as coal. The man let himself fall on the grass with his head pillowed on the woman’s lap as they watched their children play. The father was smiling. Suddenly the girl stopped, just as the woman leaned down for a kiss. “NICO LOOK! THE PRINCESS IS GETTING ATTACHED BY THE DRAGON!” 

Nico came to a halt. “ARR, we must save the princess.” The boy raised his wooden sword. Nico and Bianca broke into a run and bombarded their parents, but instead of attacking their father as a dragon they jumped their mother. Nico was getting tickled by Maria and shrieking in laughter.

 Bianca helped Hades up, who had been fake scared of the dragon that was the mother of his children. “You must now go princess.” 

Hades smiled at his daughter. “Princess? Aren’t I a prince?” 

Bianca pondered that for a moment. “No, you are way too pretty to be a prince. Boys are yucky.” Hades nodded as if everything made sense now.

“I think brave knight. We must help save the pirate from the dragon’s clutches.” Bianca nodded in agreement. 

“Yes, we must.” Then with a battle cry Bianca jumped on Nico and Maria who were rolling down in the grass. Which helped Nico get the upper hand, as he sat on his mother’s stomach who was fending off attacks of Bianca’s ‘magic powers’ Nico took his sword and with a great arch behind his back he got ready to strike, accidentally hitting his father who was behind him. Who let out a gasp and dramatically folded his hand to his forehead as he crumbled to his knees in slow motion. When he had ‘died’ tragically after sticking his tongue out his mouth and making a bleh sound, Nico and the others stormed to the fallen Princess. 

“What shall we do?” Nico exclaimed. 

“I know what we must do, a true love’s kiss. We must all kiss papa on his cheek and he will magically wake up!” So Hades got three kisses on his face, two very sloppy ones by young children and one neater one on his forehead. 

He gasped for breath and put his hand to his heart. As he pulled his family in his arms and peppered them with kisses. “I have been saved!” 

The family spent the rest of the day running around in in the grass, laughing. Enjoying their last day under Italy’s warm sun. Tomorrow they would move to the states. Hoping for a better life. Not aware yet of the murderous plans of one certain king of clouds.

[mrhyde-mrseek]

I have SO MANY story ideas that I want to write all at once, but for various reasons can’t, and I have a feeling that my fellow writers understand very well.

So writers—reblog this and tell me the plots of stories you’re longing to start but haven’t. I’ll go first:

An unsuccessful author and former college burnout inherits her grandfather’s manor after his mysterious death, then finds out she inherited the power to bring book characters to life from him. Oh, and also there’s a magic circus hunting for her.

A Sleepy Hollow adaptation where Ichabod is a seer, Brom and his gang are witches, and the Headless Horseman needs their help to save him from a deal he made with the Devil.

A Journey to the West adaptation where—flash forward to modern times—someone steals the Peaches of Immortality from Heaven and frames Sun Wukong, and while he and his friends are searching for the true thief, they run into the reincarnation of Red Boy who doesn’t know who he really is.

The trans son of Loki, his crush, the son of Hermes, Hermes himself, Loki, and Apollo all have to work together to save Loki from a bet he made with Anansi and get his magic back. Big PJO + Magnus Chase + American Gods vibes.

The White Rabbit decides she doesn’t want to wait for Alice and be a side character anymore, pulls a Raven Queen, and runs off to change her story and become Alice herself. Yes, this does lead to disaster. Also the narrator interacts with the characters. (I came up with this while watching Ever After High.)

A Medusa rewrite that explores her relationships with Athena, her gorgon sisters, Perseus, and Poseidon, with themes of loyalty, familial relationships, struggles with religious devotion, the Greek words for love, trauma, r*pe culture, and bodily autonomy. (I’m hesitant to write this one because I’m not sure if I’m the right person to tell her story.)

An adaptation of The Nutcracker where there’s a war going on between the rats and the fairies, Clara is the heir to the fairy throne, and the winter world she goes to is inside her favorite snow globe. Oh, and the nutcracker is a girl and she and Clara are gay for each other.

This one was based on a dream, so not much makes sense just yet—basically a man meets the Sandman, they fall in love, and there’s a bigger threat coming to destroy the dream spirits.

A Greek mythology trilogy where Kronos trapped Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades in artifacts and sent a servant to hide their weapons, and our as-of-yet unnamed heroine has to free them, help them find their weapons, then defeat Kronos.

Another Wonderland story, this time about how the Jabberwock is terrorizing Wonderland and Alice has to find her before the knight who wants to cut off her head does.

[isoldmysoultojonahclemence]

[Cradle Citizens Version] Ikerev Name Analysis!

Part 1 here.

Harr Silver:

The name Harr means “gray” or “old.”

Since Harr can do magic, this could go with the wizard theme, since wizards are usually depicted as gray old men. 

(also harr is similar to harry from harry potter so...)

 This could also maybe refer to his state of mind? If y’all remember back to the school events, Harr used to be kinda similar to Jonah in the proud tsundere sense. But then he got exiled, and those qualities ended up fading away, and shyness and kindness became predominant in him. In other words, he became a lot more mature, and thus gray and old beyond his age. 

The surname Silver means, well, “silver.”

Silver is often said to have mystical powers, like causing damage to werewolves, witches, etc. 

Given that Harr is a wizard, silver seems like the best element for him. 

So yeah. There’s a lot of wizard references in his name.

Loki Genetta:

The name Loki means “airy.”

It can refer to Loki’s normal personality, where he’s kinda easygoing and flighty.

This can also refer to the Norse god Loki, who is known as the god of mischief. I personally feel like this definition is more fitting for him, given that he’s has a pretty mischevious personality most of the time. 

Loki (from the Norse mythology) is also mainly depicted as a villain. Idk, but sometimes I feel like Loki (from the game) has yandere-ish tendencies. I wouldn’t necessarily call him a yandere, but sometimes his actions are slightly unsettling. 

Also also, this is the second name in Ikerev that’s taken from Norse mythology. First we’ve got Fenrir and now we’ve got Loki. They’re also father and son in Norse mythology. I don’t really know why though, so if any of you have an idea pls tell me.

The surname Genetta refers to a breed of cat.

Genetta cats are considered as dwarves, and Loki used to be the shortest suitor in the game until Mousse came along. 

These cats are also known for being prone to separation anxiety due to theiir need for attention, and this describes Loki pretty well.

Blanc Lapin:

The name Blanc means “white.”

His name is literally just French for “white rabbit,” which I thought was kinda lazy, but whatever.

Blanc can also refer to the color of his hair.

The surname Lapin means “rabbit.”

Again, this is just a translated phrase. But something worth noting that this is in French. I’m not entirely sure why, but there seems to be a pretty big French influence on this game, alongside Norse influence. For example, the name “Clemence” is also connected with France, and Jonah is also known to enjoy French desserts, such as mille-feuille and macarons. 

Oliver Knight:

The name Oliver means “olive tree.”

So, olive trees are commonly known as a symbol of tree (hence the olive brance). Oliver lives in the Central Quarter, and even though he makes specialized weaponry, he’s still hoping for peace between the territories.

Olive trees are also known as symbols of intelligence, because they’re supposedly created by the Greek goddess of wisdom, Athena. This is kind of a no-brainer bc he’s probably known as the genius inventor for a reason.

The surname Knight means “knight” (duh).

I’m not quite sure about this one as well. Maybe it’s a reference to how Oliver was kind of like MC’s knight, who saved her from Jonah & Edgar in the prologue? 

Mousse Atlas:

The name Mousse refers to a type of dessert.

According to Wikipedia, mousse cakes are “a soft prepared food that incorporates air bubbles to give it a light and airy texture.” Mousse is also French for “foam.”

I’m not entirely sure why Cybird would name a suitor after a dessert, but maybe it’s to show how sweet Mousse is? Since he’s always super nice and friendly towards MC. 

The surname Atlas means to “a book of maps and charts.”

This is probably because Mousse is a diplomat who has traveled to  many foreign countries before. Atlases are frequently used for travelers, especially in those dark ages before GPS, and hence the name. 

Dean Tweedle

The name Dean means “valley.”

The surname Tweedle also means “valley.”

More specifically, it refers to someone living near the valley of River Tweed.

Taken literally, it could also means “to sing or whistle.”

But like, if we take it to mean “valley,” then the same meaning showed up twice. That definitely has to mean something. But with how little we know about the Tweedle twins, the best guess I have is that they maybe originally lived in a valley? And since I can’t seem to find any valleys in the map of Cradle, maybe they used to live outside of Cradle before moving here for some reason?

Dalim Tweedle

The name Dalim means “pomegranate.”

OK, so at first this didn’t really mean anything to me. Until I realized the role that pomegranates played in Greek mythology. Specifically, in the story of Hades and Persephone.

Basically, what happened was that Hades abducted his crush, Persephone (as you do), and tricked her into eating a pomegranate so that she’d stay with him (legend has it that if you eat anything from the Underworld you’ll have to stay there forever).

So we know that Dalim is one of the “bad guys,” so this could possibly be a foreshadow to his route. Maybe he’ll abduct MC at some point??? And then MC will probably stay in Cradle, except he’d be using the Power of Love™ instead of pomegranates.

I’ve already talked about the surname “Tweedle” in the Dean section, so I won’t put it here again!

[elfyourmother]

for the character meme: Emet Selch !

How I feel about this character:

Favorite antagonist in XIV and objectively in the conversation for best in the entire FF franchise. Emet is just a deeply fascinating character and honest to god the best part about ShB for me, it’s not even close. It’s not just that he’s gorgeous and witty and a charming little shit when he wants to be. It’s also that I love those characters with layers and layers to dig into and Emet’s one in spades. He literally carries his grief on his back.

This is the real reason why I think DRK was the poster job for ShB besides the blindingly obvious surface reason: the deep parallels between Emet’s story and the DRK quests, but specifically the SB arc with Myste. And considering the same writer is responsible for both, I absolutely believe it was on purpose. Every awful thing Emet ever did, he did for love—I always read him as the very first Dark Knight, and the quintessential one at that. But he could not get to that place of acceptance that Gisele did with Esteem’s help, imo bc he was tempered and it would have run contrary to Zodiark’s purpose.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Gisele first and foremost, obviously. I could go on and on about it, and have before, but the truth is he’s as excellent a foil for her as Ysayle was. And in a lot of ways, Emet’s like bad end Gisele—like I said, everything he’s done has been driven by love, and both of them are prone to playing 4D chess to get the results they want. They were just playing it with each other on the First, and they both realized it fairly quickly. Then there’s the fact that Gisele’s very presence on Source challenges his assertions about mortals and what they’re willing to do for one another—she’s there because she sacrificed her life to save Ferelden. She accepted oblivion to do it, even, a fate worse than death; she had no way of knowing Hydaelyn’s blessing was even bc a thing much less something she had that would protect her from Urthemiel’s soul attempting to consume hers and destroying them both in the process. Her entire existence shatters all of Emet’s notions about mortals. She fascinates him because of that, and the fact she doesn’t put up with his shit. They’re just terribly well suited to each other and would be even without the reincarnation romance aspect to the ship.

Hythlodaeus is the other one, and lately I’ve really been fascinated with the idea of them being a triad with Müllenkamp (Gisele!Azem) as opposed to the V with Emet as the shared point that I’ve always had them as.

#1 after Gisele as far as this life goes is Y’shtola, and it’s not nearly as cracky as it sounds. Of the Scions, she’s by far the most sympathetic to him. Urianger and also Thancred—the latter because they have a lot in common, to the point Emet feels a lot like how Thancred could have ended up in the bad future, had he survived everyone else.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Fun Uncle to the twins.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

That it really was him being summoned from the Lifestream in the 5.3 trial, and not just some phantom memory fail safe he put in the Azem crystal. Yeah it kinda goes against what we know wrt what happens to Ascians once they’ve been obliterated by white auracite, but the White Day quests last year basically said he’s in the Lifestream and still conscious, and his entire “hat” as an ancient Amaurotine was his unusual attunement with/affinity for the Lifestream. If anyone could cheat death it’s Hades.

That’s also why I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him, but that’s probably wishful thinking on my part because I love him so damn much.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Something kinda minor, but I wish we had gotten confirmation that he’d possessed Varis in the second half of the parley. It’s weird how it seemed to be so heavily implied and then never got followed up on and then Varis died so welp.

Also, i wish that he comes back somehow. He does in Gisele’s verse, and becomes a Scion even, but I miss him desperately in the actual game. I want to see a reborn Emet having to cope with the world as it is, learning to fall in love with it (and maybe realizing Amaurot wasn’t the utopia he believed it was. I hope we get to explore more of that in Endwalker, the idea that the “perfect world” actually wasn’t). And helping to fix what he broke.

[conaionaru]

Honor and Blood (Ivar the Boneless)

I'll run to you

Synopsis: 

Warnings: Ivar, Silas, toxic family, mentions of murder, angst

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P.S. I did some edits of Ivar x Vanya. And I found the perfect song for them (where the title of this chapter comes from) and made an edit of that as well.

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When Vanya was a little girl, she dreamt of marrying a noble Prince and becoming his Queen. She imagined a huge castle and her father visiting her as often as possible. Even her mother was proud of her for being a good Christian wife.

Never did she dream of being here, drifting on a boat with a sore shoulder, woozy from mead with her sleeping heathen son in her lap. Why must dreams always be so wrong?

But truth to be told, she loved the life she lived now. Well, not right now, but the last year. Her experience in Kattegat was perfect. Despite his short temper, Ivar was a good man. He loved her unconditionally, protected her, and listened to her. His brothers were kind to her, and she trusted them with her life. Even Sigurd, with who she sometimes butted heads. She had a friend and found a mother in Aslaug and Helga.

She missed them so much. Two days on the water made her want to cry. She cried nowadays more than the babe she gave birth to. He seemed content; he loved watching the ravens fly over their heads and played with her hair when she held him.

How funny it seemed to her that she loved sailing when she came here. Now she yearned to stand on dry land and sleep in a warm bed wrapped in Ivar's arms.

Whenever Vanya didn't think of home, she thought of Silas, especially what she would do to him. She had been meek and peaceful for so long, forgave him everything he did to her. But that changes now; he didn't just hurt her or degrade her. He tried to kill her and her son. His knights murdered an innocent woman. He would pay the blood price for it.  

The raven made a sound and left their usual circling spot. Vanya watched them go and perked up. Land. It meant land was near. She put her child into the nets and rowed towards the direction the birds flew.

Her shoulder screamed in protest, and she felt it reopen as her dress got wet with blood. She ignored it and kept on rowing. She was out of food, and the mead wouldn't last more than two cups. They needed to find water and food.

Ivar laid in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead, the whites of his eyes blue. His legs hurt too much today; he had to stay in bed but couldn't sleep at all. All he could do was lay there in pain and think of all the ways he will torture Vanya's attacker. He prayed to the Gods that she was still alive. Two days ago, she went missing, and everyone was losing hope.

Aslaug had no visions, and Hoenir was no help. He dragged himself to the Seer yesterday, but all he got was vague answers. "You know the answer, Boneless." He knew Vanya had grown stronger and that she promised to protect their son. But so did he and now, he doesn't know where she is or if she is even alive.

He promised her that no one would ever lay a hand on her again, and he failed. If he ever saw her again, he wouldn't let her out of his sight.

"Drink the tea, Ivar. It will help." Ubbe ordered, walking into the room, looking at the untouched cup on Ivar's bedside. Right next to the tea was the carved figure of Fenrir and Vanya's serpent necklace.

"Did you find her? Anything?" Ivar begged as his brother wiped his damp forehead.

Ubbe shook his head and put the rag down. "A fisherman's boat went missing two days ago. Mother thinks Vanya might have taken it. So we sent some boats out to look for her. But if she drifted out into the open..."

He didn't have to finish the sentence for Ivar to understand. If Vanya drifted away, the storm that was gathering would sink her ship and drown them both. Hoenir saw her drown, what if he was right and she would? No amount of sacrifices would bring her back then. He would be alone again, with Aslaug the only one to love him. Ubbe might love him, but there are moments he must wish his brother wasn't alive.

The times he had to carry him or stay at home because Ivar was in pain. Having to check on his legs and eyes all the time. In everybody's eyes, Ivar was a burden; he was aware of it. Vanya was the only one who didn't care or look down on him. In her eyes, Ivar was perfect despite his shortcomings. Over time, she grew used to his temper and pain. She comforted him, held him, whispered sweet words into his ear as he fell asleep.

She loved him, and he left her alone after she bore him a son. He didn't even get to hold him. His perfect son, who had his eyes and hair. His healthy boy. Ivar hated himself, but he hated the world more.

"How long we have to keep looking? It's been two days now. The corpses must show up soon." Pæga complained, pulling off his boots and sinking his feet into the bowl with water.

Silas glared at the knight and stabbed his dagger into the table. "Boats were sent out to search for her, a fisherman's boat went missing, they think Vanya is in it. If she survived and they find her... My sister saw your faces. She isn't so stupid to fall for a few farmers in your clothes. If you get caught, then it means my death as well." He spat at his knights while Stithulf sat in the corner, sharpening his sword.

"I doubt she is alive. She doesn't strike me as a survivor. Vanya was sent here to wither and die, to brake and suffer. She might have charmed her way around Kattegat. But smiles and gifts aren't going to save her from death. She was hit with an arrow; I saw her sink. All they will find is a dead child in the boat. Vanya is dead, and you are the only possible ruler of Slegia."

Stithulf stood up after his rant and walked towards his King. He lifted the crown from the table and put it on his head. "A crown for a King. The one true King. Vanya will never wear this thing; neither will her children; I made sure of it."

Silas nodded and proudly pushed his chest out. The knight was right; he was the King, and Vanya was dead. First, he dealt with her; next is his mother and her new husband. Then his uncle and Wrosan will be his. The victory was certain.

Vanya hauled herself from the boat and pulled it on land so the tide wouldn't wash it away. Her son stirred in his little bed while Vanya collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

The ravens left them alone, and she had no idea where to go. This part of Kattegat was unfamiliar to her. So as she laid there, she prayed to the Gods to show her a way to get home. But no sign or help came.

So she wrapped herself tighter in her cloak and took her child with her heading west, the other way than she drifted off. She needed to get to a familiar location: the hunting hut, Floki's house, or even the forest before Kattegat.

Vanya walked with her son in her arms, without a pause. She managed to find some berries Helga taught her were edible and a stream of water. After she ate, she fed her son and carried on in her way. Her feet were sore, and her son was becoming too heavy for her weak arms.

Other than wilderness and silence, there was nothing around her. Every tree looked the same, and the shade they gave her made navigating with the sun harder. She shivered as the winds grew colder.

When her son whimpered in her arms, she froze. Her being cold wasn't that bad. But to him, it meant death. So she carefully put him on the ground and took off her cloak and swaddled him in it. Her thinned down frame shook in the cold winds while her son burrowed himself into the new warmth.

Vanya looked down at his little content face and smiled. All of this hardship was worth it if he was healthy and alive. This life she created and carries inside her, that she spent hours bringing into the world. It meant everything to her; it hurt to admit that her mother was right. A mother has no choice but to love her child; only a monster would ignore her own blood like that. But the thing Siflaed was wrong about was that Vanya did love Ivar. Despite everything she heard about him and his people, she grew to love him no, her people. Kattegat was her home now; she was born to live here; she knew it.

And when she returned, she would never leave again; she would remain and raise her son. She would see all the other sons of Ragnar start their own families and see Aslaug grow old. Hold Bjorn's adorable children and gossip with Torvi and Brynja. She would sit on the bench in front of the Great Hall, sewing a dress together, with Ivar by her side with their son in his arms. Vanya would come to visit Helga and Floki more often like she promised she would and try to make Margrethe less afraid of Ivar. He wasn't the monster; everyone made him out to be; her husband had a lonely heart with high walls made of anger.

She remembered the story of Eve and the Devil. The way the serpent tricked Eve into eating the apple and be banished from Eden for it. She also remembered the story one of Siflaed's lovers told her of the Greek goddess Persephone and the pomegranate. How Hades offered the fruit to her, and she stayed with him as his wife.

But Vanya didn't feel like Eve; her husband was no evil serpent leading her on. He was Hades, the god known for his dark demeanor, but a good husband. She wasn't a meek Christian like Eve, Vanya was Persephone. A good heart with love for nature, married to a man of shadowed behavior who everyone feared. But they both held darkness and light, she wasn't just a maiden who plucked blooming flowers, and Ivar wasn't just an angry heathen with a quick tongue. Her tongue was as equally sharp as his and his love as real as hers. They were King and Queen of the Underworld, Prince and Princess of Kattegat.

With determination, Vanya strode on, thankful for the shoes she managed to put on before her escape. Walking barefoot on top of lightly dressed would have meant her death. She could hear an owl hoot somewhere behind her until it flew past her and landed on a branch. "Frigga." She whispered as the bird stared at her with yellow eyes, it's white feathers standing out in the treetops.

"Have you come to take me home, All-Mother? Odin's ravens looked over my son and me on the boat, and now you have come for us. Goddess of mothers and queens, of war, wisdom, and strategy. I beg you, take me home." She begged the hooting white owl that took off and landed on another branch, waiting for the ginger to follow.

Vanya chuckled at the sight and followed after the frequently stopping bird. "This better be Frigga, or I will die. That's your descendant on the line, Odin. Don't let me die, All-father, All-mother."

Everyone stood gathered in the Great Hall in the evening, waiting for what Aslaug had to say. Silas stood in the corner of the room, surrounded by his armed knights. "My brother Ivar was graced with a son three days ago. But his son and wife were ripped away by a murderer, who sneaked into their hut and killed the wet nurse." Bjorn announced watching the faces of everyone present.

Floki and Helga leaned a support beam, both looking grim, while the boatbuilder glared at Silas. Ivar sat next to his mother, with Hoenir standing behind them. Brynja and Margrethe watched the whole ordeal from their place with the other servants and slaves. The other brothers stood behind Bjorn, who towered over the room, reminding all of their father. He carried the same authority even without a crown on his head.

Aslaug lifted her head higher and wrapped his fingers around the armrests of her throne. "The one responsible will answer to the Gods. The more blood they have on their hands, the more dire their demise will be. This person is charged with treason and murder..."

Ubbe left his mother's side while she talked and walked with Floki and Hoenir towards the exits. They barricaded the door while no one was watching. The only way to open them now would be from the outside, where Floki stood watch.

"The return of my daughter in law Vanya is becoming unlikely. A funeral will be held soon to honor her death, Floki has agreed to build a boat to bury her. If she is not found until the ship is done, we shall burn some of her possessions instead."

Stithulf observed the heathens around him; they seemed on edge, ready to pounce at any moment. Of course, Silas was obvious to all this, too distracted by the Queen's speech to notice.

"But, we do know the one responsible for this tragedy." The knights head snapped towards the throne. Everyone grew silent, waiting for Aslaug to continue. "We questioned people and gathered that there is only one possible suspect behind all this. Someone willing to murder a mother and child int heir sleep."

The room was tense as if a war would erupt at any moment. Ivar clenched his jaw before smirking at Silas, who froze in his spot.

"How do you answer these charges... King Silas?" The Saxon's breaths hitched in fear as the knights wrapped their hands around their swords' handles, ready to draw them and kill everyone. But they were outnumbered and locked in with bloodthirsty heathens.

"This is outrageous! I loved my sister. And you are claiming me as a murderer only because you failed to find the real one. My sister is dead because of you!" He roared at the remaining sons of Ragnar and his wife. But they didn't even flinch all the Queen did, was push her shoulders back and raise an eyebrow at his outburst.

"So you claim, but there is no proof. All we saw were spiteful words and tantrums. You bribed farmers to change clothes with your knights; then, you ordered them to kill Vanya and her son. But Margrethe remembered their faces, and it wasn't the faces we see here today." Sigurd called out as the said thrall covered behind Brynja. She confessed this to Sigurd last night, and since then, the Ragnarsson and Aslaug had been plotting.

Silas frowned and shook his head, chuckling. "And do tell me... What would my reason be? Sibling rivalry? Don't be ridiculous. I may not have been overly fond of my sister, I admit. But I wouldn't murder her. And the baby? Son or not, I hold no ill will against either."

"Vanya and her son possessed a threat to you, childless, unfit to rule. But Vanya is loved here, and I am sure she was the same in England. You ordered her death and will die for it. An eye for an eye."  Bjorn threatened as Silas gulped and gave an uneasy smile.

He shrugged and spread his arms wide to show he was unarmed and possessed no threat to them, other than his knights who drew their swords. "Let's spare ourselves these dramatics. Vanya is dead, and I am not the culprit. Let's not have a ghost of a disobedient whore get between our agreement."

Ivar slammed his fist against his chair and glared at the daring King. He would have leaped out of his seat and strangled the bastard if it wasn't for Bjorn, Sigurd, and Hvitserk holding him back. "How dare you?" The Ragnarsson roared his nostrils flaring in rage.

Silas pointed to Ivar's legs with a smirk.  "Your... Affliction. Do you really think the child was yours? My darling sister would do anything to please you as a proper wife should. And giving you a child, even one that's not truly yours. It would please you. Wouldn't it? To think that you are a real man, able to produce an heir." The blonde Christian taunted as everyone glared at what he was suggesting.

"I did you a favor before things escalated, and you would believe other idiotic lies my sister would have fed you to keep herself alive a little longer. I saved you from further embarrassment and grief. Vanya is dead, and there is nothing to change that." He sounded at peace with his oncoming death. Silas knows he and his knights will die, but might as well anger the heathens some more. Die a horrid death and go down in history as a martyr: Saint Silas, The tortured King.

Stithulf, on the other hand, looked distressed, all the whispering he did, all for nothing. All his hard work wasted on a foolish king with a big ego and greedy heart. His chance at fame and ruling, all gone, because of a ginger Princess who just couldn't stay meek and timid like she was meant to be.

The sound of something shattering broke the tense atmosphere. Everyone looked st the redheaded servant that let her jug of water, fall to the floor. "Vanya." She whispered, her face pale and eyes wide. They followed her gaze and gazed at the open door in shock.

"Why do you think I am dead, Brother?" Vanya's voice rasped out as the ginger leaned against the door frame, a shield pierced with many arrows in one hand. Her hair was frizzy, her skin pale, and her eyes sunken in. Her white dress was stained with bloody some on her shoulder, the rest on her lap, from childbirth.

She took a shaky step forward and shifted her arms slightly. Helga runs to her side, and Floki stood behind her in case she fell. The Ragnarssons run to her while Ivar stared at her in shock. Standing up, Aslaug observed the presumably dead Princess in wonder.

"Helga, you need to look after my son. I tried to keep him warm and fed. Please check him."  Vanya pleaded with the blonde woman, letting the shield riddled with arrows fall to the floor. Hidden behind the protection was a bundle of furs and cloak, squirming at the new warm place they entered.

Helga shakily took the babe out of Vanya's trembling embrace to see the child alive and well despite the ordeals he went through. She ushered the child away as Ubbe reached his sister in law, laying a hand on her shoulder to steady her. But she shook it off and slowly advanced towards Silas, who took a few steps towards her as well.

"How? You should be dead." He whispered, still in denial that his plan didn't work.

"I forgave you so much, Silas. So many wounds. I forgave them all, ignored them, and asked my family to ignore them as well. But that ends today. You killed an innocent woman! You tried to kill my son!"

Silas shook his head, refusing to admit defeat against his little sister. His foolish sister, who was born weak and was meant to abide by him. The one who defied him and survived. "You won't hurt me, Vanya. You are weak. Remember your place, and we can forget this. Beg me for forgiveness, and I shall grant it to you. All I want in return is save passage back home. Kill my knights instead."

"You think I will beg? I did nothing to ask forgiveness for! You are a monster, Silas. Just like father and mother said you were. Do you think I will cower before you? Just because you are my brother?" She seethed stalking towards him as Silas drew a dagger and pointed it at her, shaking, fearful of this side of Vanya.

The ginger keeps on advancing, not caring for the weapon pointed at her. The adrenaline running through her veins made her forget what fear feels like at all. All she could see was the man who made her life a living hell and tried to kill her son! "Blessed are the meek, Vanya." He reminded her, hoping that the sentence that their mother used to drill into her head would calm her down, but his sister didn't even blink.

"Yes. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. For theirs is the kingdom of heaven." She spat back a part of the Beatitudes, laughing at his poor attempt at containing her rage. "Do you think the words of Jesus or God will stop me? Do you honestly believe that you will be forgiven? I am past forgiveness and meekness! I want you to pay for my and my son's suffering in blood!"

Silas took a few steps back, his hand shaking like crazy. Vanya was nearly in front of him now, her hand grasped his dagger around the sharp edge, no fear in her eyes. They looked like frozen over fjord's, determination and anger swirling around. She tugged his knife from his grasp and threw it behind her, surprising everyone. Blood dripped from the cut on her palm, trailing down her slender fingers and hitting the floorboards.

"I would burn cities and kingdom's to the ground and make him King of the Ashes if they dared to threaten him!" She screamed at her brother, getting into his face and glaring up at him as he shook in his spot.

"Vanya, please, have mercy. I am your brother. I did it to protect my claim. You must understand. I was born to rule; I deserve to sit on the throne for eternity. Please have mercy." The two siblings stared into each other's eyes, the frozen fjords meeting the tearful sky.

She softly shook her head and softened her angry expression. Ivar crawled towards them, observing the blood-stained dagger and her bleeding hand clenched by her side. "Mercy is a Christian value, and I am not Christian anymore." She hissed backhanding him with her bleeding left hand so hard that he hit the floor.

Silas cradled his aching cheek and stared at Vanya in shock. The ginger glared down at him with disdain obvious in her expression. "That's why I wish you the most painful death instead." She spat at him before two men dragged him away as he cried and cursed at them, begging them to let him go as other Vikings killed his knights when they dared to attack.

Ivar crawled to Vanya's left and took her cold bleeding hand in his, startling her from her trance. She looked down at him tenderly as he looked over her tired body. "I missed you." He whispered, staring up at her with adoration as she returned his tender look, softly smiling.

"I missed you too." Ubbe supported her swaying frame and carried her towards the awaiting healers, thanking the gods for her return, alive and well. Ivar watched her get carried away and spared a glance at the dead bodies of the Saxon knights before he followed his brother and wife.

[marvelslut16]

The Pirate’s Princess

Pairing: Harry Hook x reader part 2 

Soulmate Au

Synopsis: The people of Auradon all have Soulmates. (Y/N) met her’s months ago on the Isle of the lost while trying to save Ben and bring Mal back. (Y/N) was forced to leave Harry on the Isle. Months have passed and (Y/N)’s soulmate makes a surprise return to her life. 

Word count: 4067 (I genuinely thought it was longer)

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN DESCENDANTS 3, I spoil the entire plot of the movie. More swear words than part one. 

Author’s note: It’s like 4 in the morning, so there’s a good chance I have spelling errors. Also I love Ben and Mal, but this story definitely makes it seem like I don’t, whoops. 

Part 1

Ben proposed to Mal. Right in the middle of the school grounds, in front of everyone, he sang a remix of did I mention. The song he created when Mal spelled him almost a year ago. The worst part was that he didn’t tell me, his own sister, that he was doing this. Not to be rude or anything, but she just ran away to the Isle in fear of her future. Now all of a sudden she wants to marry my brother? 

“Congrats sis,” I put on a fake smile as she walks up to me. 

“Thanks!” she pulls me into a tight hug before turning to Evie. “Did you know about this?”

“Of course!” the blue haired girl smiles. Wow, thanks Ben. It seems like everyone knew but his own twin sister, I thought we were close.  

I sigh as I look down at my sad little compass, having no contact with Harry is killing me. What if he got tired of waiting for me and moved on to some Isle girl? What if he really is evil and was just playing with my heart when I met him? Ben’s the king, he could bring Harry over, but he won’t. One of the VK’s could have chosen him to come over, but with their past they definitely would have never picked them. They all know how much I’m hurting, they all know he’s meant for me, and yet none of them seem to care. 

I look over at mom and dad, who are hugging each other and smiling at the golden boy. Their sweet baby with the giant heart that is so easily forgiven. They never once asked me about my soulmate, but they always asked Ben about his when his compass appeared. He was destined to be the king, and I was destined to live in the shadows. At least as much of the shadows as you can when your a princess. Taking a deep breath, I walk away from the group and to the privacy of the ocean. No one bothers me when I sit on the shore, something I’ve been doing every day since we got back, as I stare out at the horrid Isle that holds my soulmate captive.  

Normally wherever Ben goes, I follow, some sort of diplomatic thing. Shows great honor, plus I was always the sibling to remember statistics and contributions made by the Princes and Princesses we were meeting with. Ben was always the charmer. But picking up the new kids from the Isle is where Ben drew the line apparently. I’m not allowed to go with, apparently I’m dangerous now. Ben and I used to be so close, inseparable, now he’s keeping secrets and keeping me away from my soulmate. There’s an ache in my chest, brought on by the separation from Harry, but worsened by my brother’s actions. 

-

Jane isn’t one of my best friends, but we’re still pretty close and have been our whole lives. So of course I was invited to her birthday party, Carlos and I are on cake duty. He and I had agreed to meet at Evie’s cottage/filler castle and head to the party together. I dropped the cake off there last night. 

“Okay, who ate Jane’s cake?” I hear Carlos shout as I enter the cottage.

“What happened?” I ask as I walk into the kitchen. Before he can respond, there’s a green flash and a wicked flash that came from the back patio. “Audrey?” I ask in confusion, I can recognize her laugh anywhere. 

I walk out the door behind Jay, who stops abruptly and I run right into his back. I look over his shoulder and see Mal old and bent over. I gasp and my eyes widen, Audrey did this? How?

“Audrey has my mother’s scepter,” Mal says. “We need to get Hades’s ember, it’s the only thing strong enough to overpower the scepters powers.”

“I’m going with you guys,” I step out from behind Jay. 

“No you aren’t” Mal slowly turns to look at me.

“And who’s going to stop me? You?” I laugh. “I’d love to see you try. I’m just trying to help you guys. Mal, you and Ben are already leaving me out of things ever since we found out Harry is my soulmate. I’m sick of it! It’s frustrating and belittling. I’m going with you, whether you like it or not.”

“There’s strength in numbers,” Evie agrees. 

“You and Ben have been hurting her,” Carlos frowns. 

“It’s kind of obvious,” Jay adds. 

“Whatever,” Mal rolls her eyes. 

“You can ride with me,” Jay smiles before walking back inside. 

-

“This is so cool,” I breathe, as we walk into Dr. Facilier's Voodoo Arcade. Celia gives me a confused look. “We don’t really have arcade’s in Auradon, it’s more about courtly duty.”

As Celia asks her father for the key to Hades’s cave, I wander over to the tv with Carlos. He puts a coin into the top and the news from Auradon starts to play. The reporter is talking about how the sleeping curse is spreading, and that even though it’s rumored to be Audrey, it must be a villain doing it. I frown at his generalization that everyone from the Isle has to be bad. A magic barrier doesn’t magically make people evil or good depending on which side they’re on. We get the key and quickly dash out of the arcade and back to the bikes. Sitting atop the bikes are pirates, Harry’s sitting on Jay’s. I bite my bottom lip as I smile at my pirate. 

“Get off my bike Hook,” Jay frowns. 

“You shouldn’t have had my girl clinging onto you then,” Harry winks at me. My breath catches in my throat as I study is face. His hair is parted slightly different, and the eyeliner is thicker. To top it all off he’s in a new outfit; he has the same ripped white shirt, but he has a new red vest that’s so dark it almost looks black, and he has no pirate hat in sight. He’s even more handsome than I remember. With one last smirk to me, he’s driving off with his buddies. 

Jay and the rest go to follow him to get the bikes back, but Mal stops Celia and me. “You two are coming with me.” I roll my eyes, but obediently follow my future Queen. 

-

“I was a God!” Hades bellows. “I don’t belong here!”  

“If it makes you feel any better, I never thought you should have been imprisoned on the Isle,” I speak up for the first time. “You’re stronger and have more power than and King or Queen could have.”

“I like this one,” Hades smiles at Mal, before turning to me. “I like you.”

“Dad,” Mal huffs. “Enough. We need the ember.” 

I sigh, causing everyone to look at me with raised eyebrows. “The daughter of Maleficent and Hades, two of the most feared individuals, was allowed to come over to Auradon. I just want to brink over Captain Hook’s son, but no.” 

“Now is not the time for that (Y/N),” Mal furrows her brows. 

“Then when is it time?” I laugh humorlessly. “Because you and Ben have been avoiding this discussion at all costs.” 

Mal frowns, but ultimately ignores me, grabbing the ember before heading to leave. I smile at Hades before following her out. 

We meet up with the other’s, and walk out of the barrier. Just as it’s closing two bodies jump through. Two bodies that belong to Harry and Gil. 

“Princess,” Harry smiles at me before picking me up and spinning me around. 

“I missed you,” I whisper, running my pointer finger over his jawline. Gil high fives me after I reluctantly pull away from Harry. 

“Did you miss me?” Uma asks from the water.

“Uma!” Harry, Gil and I cry out at once. Uma caught the Ember that Harry had almost knocked into the water when I was greeting Gil. 

Uma and Mal argue about the Ember, and how it can’t get wet. Uma explains that she’s been trying to find a way for the kids to get off the Isle. Uma eventually turns back into a person and hugs Harry and Gil, before pulling me into a side hug as well. As Mal and Uma continue to argue, I stand between Harry and Uma, lacing the fingers on my left hand with Harry’s right. 

-

We head to my castle to hopefully find Ben, but the only thing we find claw scratches on the wall. As we walk further into the castle, Harry subtly guides me behind him. I smile at his protectiveness, so he didn’t move on with some Isle girl. 

We walk through the castle before eventually going into the hall of knights. Metal knight outfits line the walls. As Uma and Mal bicker for the hundredth time today, Harry and I notice one of the knights moving. This time there’s no subtlety in his actions, he fully pushes me behind him. 

“Guys,” Harry tries to get their attention, which doesn’t work.

“Shut up!” I raise my voice at them for the first time, they all turn to look at me confused. 

“Look at the knight,” Harry points out. Everyone looks at it and Audrey’s voice comes through commanding the armor to fight us. Everyone quickly grabs swords as the knights surround us, I stick with the pirates while the VK’s stick together, in a way it’s showing the separation in the groups, and which one I’m ultimately loyal to.  

“I’ve got a strategy, you take the left,” Mal says to Uma, before whispering to the VK’s. “The rest of you can follow me.”

“Uh-uh,” Uma glares at her. 

“This is my crew,” Mal argues.

“Well this is my squad,” Uma counters. 

“This is my turf,” Mal argues further. 

“Oh my gosh,” Evie complains. “Look guys, we have bigger fish to fry, put your differences aside. Because right now we’re on the same side.”

“You can go back to arguing later, this isn’t a joke,” I complain from Harry’s side. 

The fight rages on and Uma and Mal work together to beat the knights. After they used their combined powers to stun them, Mal uses a spell to get them to copy our moves. Everyone starts dancing around to distract them, while I just stare with a raised eyebrow. The safety of Auradon and its people is in the hands of a group of dancing teenagers?

When the dancing somehow defeats the knights, everyone starts to celebrate, I of course am being hugged by Harry, but Uma and Mal almost high five. That is until they realize what they’re doing, and walk away from each other and stand on opposite sides of the room. 

“We were a team, we worked together.” Evie tries to get the two sides to get along. “Uma? Mal? (Y/N), c’mon.”

“Yeah no,” I grunt along with Uma and Mal. 

“Let’s try a little ice breaker,” Evie gets all excited. I give her props for staying optimistic through all of this. “I’ll start with Harry.”

“Ye really don’t have to,” he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in tight.  

“I like your accent,” Evie continues anyway. “And you and (Y/N) are really cute together.” Harry just stares at her, as I send her a little smile. 

-

I get sick of their bickering on where to search next, and head out alone to the place I know she would go to. Fairy cottage. After a long walk I finally end up there, and I can hear her throwing things and Chad whimpering. Will she just give into the soulmate bound already? I know she isn’t happy it’s him, but he’s devoted to her, and she could honestly do worse. 

“Audrey?��� I shout through the door. “Let me in.”

The door opens to Audrey’s grinning face. “ How cute, you decided to come here and plead for your safety.”

“Hi (Y/N),” Chad dopily smiles at me. 

“Shut it Chad,” Audrey snaps. 

“Actually, I came here to talk,” I frown. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why am I doing this?” she laughs humorlessly as she rolls her eyes. “Because I lost everything! I lost Ben! I lost my spot as Queen! And I lost you! But Mal got everything I lost. If everyone wants a villain, I’ll give them one.”

“Audrey, you never lost me,” my frown deepens. “You have always been, and will always be my best friend.”

“You stayed my friend when they first came here, but you changed after the cotillion,” she deadpans.

“A lot happened on the Isle that you don’t know about,” I defend. “Audrey, I’m mad at Ben and Mal too, but I’m not attacking everyone because of it.”

“And what could possibly have you so mad at your perfect little Ben?” she asks. 

“I met my soulmate on the Isle,” I sigh. “He’s friends with Uma, and he was actually the one to kidnap Ben when we were there. Ben refuses to let Harry come over and blows me off whenever I want to talk about it.”

“Is he here now?” Audrey asks, sounding like her real self for the first time. 

“Yeah, he’s the one in the red vest with the eyeliner,” I grin at her. “It’s a little frustrating, ya know. Mal tried to steal the wand for her mom, but she gets stay. Harry just wanted off the Isle and he gets treated like he’s some big criminal.”

Audrey’s eyes snap to me, studying my face. “You’re tricking me!” she exclaims. “What has gotten into you?” I frown. 

“Where are they?” she screams running from window to window. “You’re just trying to distract me until they can get here and stop me! Well that’s not gonna happen!” 

Audrey uses the scepter and slams both Chad and me into a closet, before locking it behind us. “Audrey, I’m not tricking you,” I yell through the door.

“Of course you were! You wouldn’t dare speak ill of your king or Queen,” and with that, the door to the cottage slammed shut behind her, Leaving me locked in a closet with a whimpering Chad.

-

I don’t know how much time has passed, but I think I’m going crazy. It sounds like there are voices coming from outside the cottage. Chad finally just shut up, but thinking Audrey returned, sent him into another whimpering fest. Soon the door to the closet is opened to reveal Ben, who suddenly has facial hair and pointy teeth. Chad whimpers again, and curls tightly into my side, fearing that he’ll get more glass bowls thrown at him.

“Chad get off me,” I groan. 

“Yeah mate,” Harry’s voice is low and threatening. “Get off my girl.” 

As soon as Chad comes to his senses and gets off of me, Harry is pulling me up and holding me tightly to his side. He glares at Chad as he spins his hook around, almost daring him to look my way again. I lean into his side and place my right hand on his chest, almost instantly he starts to relax. Everything about being in his arms feels like safety and home, and I can’t keep the large grin off my face as he calls me his girl.

Chad runs from the house screaming that he’s free, and the rest of us set off to find Audrey.

“I want to know how you convinced them to help you,” Ben says to Mal.

“She promised that all of the kids that wanted to get off the Isle could,” Uma smiles.

“Mal?” Ben frowns.

“What’s going on?” I match my brother’s frown.

“I lied to you,” Mal stops walking and looks at all of us. “The kids won’t be coming off the Isle.”

“What do you mean?” Jay asks. 

“The programs been shut down. And the barrier will be closed for good,” I strangled gasp escapes my lips. 

Everyone starts talking at once, until Mal cuts in. “I did it for us,” she defends to the VK’s. “For the life we have here.”  

As Mal and Evie argue, Harry turns to Ben. “You’re probably gonna throw us all back inside of it,” I laugh and shake my head when Ben doesn't deny it. 

“This is bullshit,” I laugh, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Don’t do this,” Harry frowns at me. “He’s still you’re brother, and you’ll regret this.” 

“No, he needs to hear this,” I look Ben directly in the eye. “It’s bullshit. You have no idea how happy I was, how proud I was of you, when you took my idea from when we were kids and made it a reality. You bringing these eight kids over is quite possibly the only good decision you’ve made recently. You’ve kicked me out of important meetings, left me out of the loop on all decisions you’ve made. It’s bullshit Ben, these kids have done nothing! And yet you’re leaving them on a miserable island to rot, when they’ve done nothing wrong. Uma, Harry, and Gil are risking their lives to save Auradon, and yet when everything’s magically fixed, they’ll be sent back. Audrey is my best friend, but we both know she’ll just get a slap on the wrist and everything will be forgiven. She won’t face punishment, and yet innocent kids do. It’s bullshit Ben, you knew before we were even off the Isle that Harry was my soulmate, and you’ve done nothing,” by now tears, both angry and hurt, are pricking the corners of my eyes. “You were content to sit on a big fancy throne with Mal at your side, and watch me be alone. You lost your soulmate for a day and you still complain about how painful that was. I haven’t seen mine in months, because you won’t bring him over, none of you will. It hurts Ben. You hurt Audrey, proposing to Mal in front of her. You may not be her soulmate, but she loved you. You both planned that she would be your Queen. And you don’t know, or care, about how painful that proposal was for me Ben. You told Evie that you were going to propose, but you didn’t even tell your own sister. But on top of that, I bet it didn’t even cross your mind how much it would hurt me to see you get your happy ending with Mal. You proposed to her right in front of me, knowing damn well that I would probably never get that moment, or any, with Harry. You never planned on bringing any of the pirates over after Uma refused to help. But I can’t tell if it was because of your encounter with them, or because of Mal’s past with them. Either way, it’s bullshit. We used to be so close Ben, but now I’m honestly embarrassed to be your sister.”

Harry pulls me into his chest, as he runs his hand through my hair. Before Ben can react, Celia grabs the ember from Mal, and throws it into a birdbath. 

“No!” Mal screams. 

“Bummer,” Uma deadpans. Harry and I follow her as she walks away. 

“(Y/N) wait!” Ben calls after us.

“No Ben, I’m done with your lies. When this is over and you send the three of them back, I’ll be going with them. I won’t respect or listen to a king who has so little respect for his own people. Like it or not, the people on the Isle are your people too. And just like Dad, you don’t care about them.”

-

Everything’s over now. Audrey was taken down by Mal, and brought back from the brink of death by Hades. The pirates went back over to the Isle, Harry wouldn’t let me go with. Said I deserved better than the life he could give me on the Isle. What he doesn’t realize is that any life with him would be perfect. And just like I predicted, Audrey got away with no punishment, everyone’s acting like it never happened. Now here I am, standing up on a balcony with Ben, Mal, and my parents for their engagement party. None of us have really talked since I got mad at them, but they needed to hear it.

“I can’t do it,” Mal says after she’s called the future Queen. Everyone gasps, but I just roll my eyes. She goes on about how the people on the Isle are our people as well and they need to take care of them, hmmm sounds familiar. She even managed to fit it in that Hades is her dad, earning more gasps from the people.  

Ben takes over the speech, “Mal’s right. We have been neglecting them, something (Y/N) has been trying to tell me since we were kids. Not only have I been a bad king to those on the Isle, but a bad brother to (Y/N). I’ve been keeping the truth from her, and knowingly hurting her. She was right when she told me that I didn’t seem to care about how she felt. I do care, but I’ve been purposely keeping her and her soulmate apart,” the crowd gasps. “As we brought in a new group of kids from the Isle, I made sure her soulmate stayed on the other side of the barrier. I didn’t care if he was different around her, better even, I let my own feelings for him cloud my judgement. I didn’t stop to think about how much she must be hurting. And I’m sorry (Y/N), for everything. I just want to be someone that your proud to call your brother.”

“Ben,” I give him a small smile. “It takes a lot of guts to say that in front of everyone, but I’m still hurt. And there are still so many kids on the isle that don’t deserve to be.”

“That’s why we need to bring the barrier down, unite Auradon and the Isle,” Mal grins. That’s definitely not something I would advocate, yes I want the kids off, and yes I don’t think Hades should be there since he’s a God. But some really bad people are on the Isle, and that could cause more chaos and trouble for Auradon.

Ultimately, Ben uses the well I’m king card to shut our parents up and let them do what they want. Fairy Godmother, shockingly, agrees wholeheartedly that the barrier should be brought down. So Mal uses the wand and a bridge connects the Isle to Auradon. We all rush down to greet the kids walking across the bridge. I smile as I see Harry and Uma leading the group. 

I run and jump into Harry’s arms, wrapping my legs around his waist with little care that I’m currently in a dress. Harry laughs as he holds on tightly. “I’m never leaving ye again,” he promises. 

Instead of verbally responding, I grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. It was slow and sweet, but conveyed all of our emotions. He sets me down so he can weave his hand through my hair while his hooked hand rests dangerously close to my butt. For the first time since we met, I don’t have to fear Harry being ripped away from me. I’m finally home. 

“You look ravishing,” Harry lightly tugs the bottom of my red dress to bring me closer. 

“I wish I could say the same about you,” I giggle softly as I play with his collar. “What’s up with the ruffles?”

“Isn’t this what ye royals wear?” he grins. “I was just practin’ for our future.”

“I like the sound of that,” I slide my arms behind his neck and bite my lower lip.

“Well get used to it, cause I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he leans in gives me a slow passionate kiss. 

Behind us Jay and Gil are making plans to travel Auradon and see some of it’s spectacular sights. “They make really cute friends,” I smile over at the pair.

“It’s more than that love,” my brows furrow in confusion. “Their soulmates, Jay always denied it and because of that no one believed Gil. Thought he was just bein’ stupid.”

“Well I think they’re cute together. Now that Jay got over himself.”

“But not as cute as us,” Harry protests. 

“Never,” I giggle.  

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A Headcanon Where Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Toby,and Kagekao are Disney Princesses and their s/o is the prince!

Lol kinda weird how I'm watching Brave right now and she's a Disney princess anyway. Your wish is my Command. Also this is Mostly going to be on the funny side instead of Romance.

Their s/o as their damsel/knight in shining armor.

Eyeless Jack as Cinderella:

* Jack Owned his Stepmother and step sisters and took their kidney.

* Jack's Fairy godmother arrived and also had her Kidney Taken.

* Now Jack is Coming after the Kidneys of those people attending the Royal ball.

* But His Scalpel was nowhere to be found so he took The Fairy godmother's Magic wand and went Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo.

* Poof he got a glass scalpel.

* During the Ball he Took Almost half of everyone's kidneys.

* Their s/o had to drag Jack to the dance floor and force him to dance since Jack wasn't following the script.

* " Y/n, can I have your kidney? "

* " Why of course Jack but I'm cutting your dick in return"

* Jack was low key terrified.

* when the clock strike 12 Jack ran away while carrying two bags of kidney.

* he dropped his glass scalpel and y/n went to pick it up while chasing Jack.

* Jack went back because his glass scalpel was too precious.

* he took it from y/n and threw a Kidney towards y/n instead.

* "Take that Kidney instead my love! And find me tomorrow incase I go hungry! "

* .... The End?....

___

Masky as Megara :

* Being so sarcastic that the story teller had to call quits.

* When Masky was taken by the Centaur he kept giving sarcastic and witty remarks. The Centaur started getting butt hurt.

* when y/n arrived to save the 'damsel in distress' they couldn't focus.

* Because Masky kept giving Y/n compliments about their butt.

* " Wow, y/n that skirt really compliments your ass. Your Ass looks so tight and juicy"

* You fought the Centaur with ease and when you were done masky was waving at you asking you to carry him.

* You started complaining because he was heavy as hell.

* it didn't help when he kept poking and squeezing your ass until you put him down on a rock.

* " So? That's it? We're not gonna make out? "

* " Masky, Stick to the Script! "

* He was annoyed with you now and even tried to get you on his lap but the story teller went down from his office and gave him a slap. *slendy was the story teller*

* after the few scenes Masky was being obedient but everytime he moved he was lifeless.

* y/n had to coax him to act properly.

* It didn't end well though. Masky couldn't take it being passive and he slung poor y/n on his shoulder like a bag of potato.

* He was carrying y/n to Hades's cave filled with dead people to fuck his s/o to next week.

______

Hoodie as Snow White :

* ' Yes I do the Cooking, Yes I Do the Cleaning '

* He was dumping dead bodies on the well while singing that song.

* then y/n came to sing with him.

* Because of the sudden appearance of his s/o he ran away but tripped on the metal pipe he used to kill earlier.

* " This is so fucking stupid... Why the fuck am I even doing this "

* y/n felt sorry for him so they skipped that part and went to the scene where Snow White was to be murdered.

* The Snow White ended up Shooting the Murderer.

* " Hoodie! Where the fuck did you get that Gun! "

* Snow White ran into the woods to hide.

* Hoodie became delusional and started seeing shit he wasn't supposed to see.

* He ended up in the 7 dwarves cottage.

* When the 7 dwarves arrived Hoodie was already hiding behind the door knocking them down one by one.

* " What the fuck!? Hoodie! "

* " Sorry... It's just my Instincts "

* and because the 7 dwarves are dead they skipped to the part where the evil step mother gave him the poisoned apple.

* Hoodie didn't even listen to his stepmother and just ate it.

* now to the part where y/n was supposed to kiss him.

* y/n didn't even have to move a muscle and hoodie was already latching his lips on y/n.

* it turned into a full out make out session.

* Spg kids.... SPG.

_______

Kagekao as Rapunzel :

* " Aww... But I wanted to be Mulan we're both Japanese "

* " Mulan is Chinese Kagekao.... "

* He was Being Sulky about not being able to play Mulan.

* They had to hire a lot of Women to play the mother because they keep dying .

* Because of Kagekao's pranks.

* " Rapunzel! Bring down your oof--"

* y/n had to climb the long ass tower which took y/n almost half the day.

* once inside they were knocked out by a frying pan by Kagekao.

* Y/n woke up and was now tied down on a chair by Kagekao's scarf.

* " You know my scarf could be used in Bondage"

* " Not now Kagekao "

* While Rapunzel was interrogating the intruder they started doing unnecessary tricks on y/n.

* like tickling y/n with a feather.

* time skip to the part where they were on the boat.

* while singing Kagekao drank too much wine and got drunk.

* He started walking on the boat which ended up with a drowning Kagekao and a wet y/n.

_____

Toby as Moana :

* Has to wear extensions so his hair can be tied into a man bun.

* man bun Toby is hot

* Toby and his chicken companion didn't get along well.

* Now they are doing the chicken dance. The chicken won.

* Bye bye chicken. Rest in peace. It had been turned into fried chicken.

* Toby didn't know how to sail a boat .

* He ended up setting it on fire.

* Meeting his s/o as Maui.

* " D-Do T-The S-scream thing"

* You did, Now toby is laughing his Ass off.

* To the scene where there was a giant crab.

* Yeah You two were hungry so you killed it and ate it.

* Toby constantly asking you to do the Maui Scream.

* Toby Trying to impress you with his skills in tying a boat so it won't float away.

* Yeah you let him tie it one night.

* in the morning the boat was gone.

* The story had to be cancelled cause you two were stranded.

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Chamomile - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Greek Mythology Anyone?

“Sooo, you two know each other?”

Jaskier asked, wiping the beer froth off his top lip. After the indecent in town, Y/N, Geralt, and Jaskier left fairly quickly back to her cottage, leaving the townspeople to see what of the town could be saved if any. Thankfully, most people had been hiding when Y/N’s superhero moment had occurred so they were able to get away undetected. Now at her home, Y/N chopped meat in the kitchen while the boys sat at her table drinking.

She turned around and the knife continued to chop without her, “Yes, Geralt and I met… A while ago, he pulled a Ghoul off me.” The Witcher only grunted, staring into the cup of his beer.

Jaskier’s eyes lit up with curiosity and wonder, “What do you mean he pull a Ghoul off you? Also, when are we gonna have a quick chat about you saving the whole town with your angel wings magic?!” She laughed with his said angel, causing Geralt to look up with confusion.

“Why is that so funny.” He asked, Y/N pushed off the counter and waltzed over to the boys, plopping down in the chair across from Geralt.

“You know Greek Mythology correct?” They both nodded. She took a breath and looked over to the kitchen utensils that had taken over cooking in her absence. “My parents, you could say are an interesting pair.”

“How interesting?” The bard asked, slightly afraid of the answer he might receive.

“My father is Hades.”

Jaskier choked on the sip of beer he was taking and Geralt stood up from the table in a stance ready to defend. Jaskier rebuked, “How is that possible?! What about Satan and Archangels—“

Y/N cut the bard off, “You really think that only one religion is true? All gods from every religion are real, they just rule over different souls. Different cultures believe in different things, that doesn’t mean that they can’t all be correct in their own beliefs.”

“So you’re saying that you’re a demi god?” Geralt asked, still on guard. She bristled at the word and her face scrounged up like she had eaten something sour.

“No, I am not… they made that clear a few centuries ago when I tried to join their convent for orphans. Honestly, I don’t know what I am. My father only said I was lucky to be alive since his wife wasn’t very happy with the news that her soon-to-be husband already had a child on the way with a mere mortal.”

The two travel companions took a moment to think over what Y/N had said, in the meantime, she got up to check on the food and divided it onto plates. When she set them down on the table, Geralt, now sitting again, spoke up.

“But you’re a Wiccan.” She sighed, “Yes, my mother was one as well. Wiccans believe in nature and life so it’s not a limited religion I suppose. I know my father to be a god of the underworld but it doesn't mean I’m not allowed to perform rituals to help my garden grow.”

They all ate in silence, contemplating the new information at hand.

Okay, I know Geralt is a friend but if he tries anything… I’m ready.

I know all too well what happens when you put your guard down in the presence of a supposed friend.

The bard suddenly jumped up from the table.

“Okay enough silence, remember what happened in the town? Do you know what that was? Also, how in the world did you just wipe those black knights away?! With your blue flame magic?!” 

“Well, uh, I think that someone has sent demons to kill me?” She answered. Both heads whipped over to look at her. “Also, I really don’t know why I can just wipe them away, those specific ones were probably just a warning because it’s usually harder than that—“

“Usually?” The Witcher interrupted.

She swallowed, “This has happened before, in other places I’ve been living in for long periods of time. It hadn’t happened for 75 years so I thought I could—”

“75 years?!” The bard whizzed, “— and come back to where my mother said she bore me, here in her childhood home. Oh, and the blue flame magic? I think that’s curtsey of daddy dearest.”

“What does this mean then, who would be sending them after you? Also, in the mortal world that’s very dangerous— it could cause so many horrors in the magic realm! Not to mention create chaos that would overturn the Earth! How have you been so careless?!” Geralt said very loudly.

Y/N didn’t flinch at the tone, instead, she stood up and everything seemed to get very dark.

The once full moon turned pitch black, all the wildlife outside stilled, the roaring fire that was alight with a beautiful yellow flame now a dark blue sparkling with black energy. Each candle, regardless of wax or oil, all had a black flame flickering.

Y/N’s eyes turned as blue as the hottest hellfire that ever burned. It looked as though a star was dying in her eyes and the core was combusting in outer space.

“Listen here,” she growled in a deep tone, “For a millennium I have kept these terrors at bay, I may not be the oldest child of a god but I am certainly not the youngest. I will not be berated by a man that is merely a century old. You know nothing of what I have done to protect the humans of Earth. Leave my home please, you are no longer welcome here, Geralt of Rivia.”

The lights turned back to normal and Jaskier swore he almost saw a flash of sadness over her face, but then it was gone and replaced with a stone-cold glare, cold enough to freeze over hell.

The white-haired man said nothing, just grabbed his armor and left faster than Jaskier could realize his friend was gone. Y/N dropped back down to the chair she had previously been sitting in and with a wave of her hand, closed the front door Geralt had banged open in his departure.

“Jaskier, if you want to stay you’re welcome. I just don’t appreciate the tone of arrogance and annoyance from people who always believe they are the strongest ones in a situation and think that it gives them a claim to belittle someone else for not solving a problem fast enough. They always jump to the conclusion that they’re the only ones who can do it if you understand what I mean.”

The musician turned from the window to see not the raging descendant from before, but a tired young girl who looked beaten down from the lack of support she wished to have.

In a quiet voice, Jaskier answered, “I too know what it’s like to be overlooked when someone else always seems better suited for a difficult task. I travel with Geralt most of the time,” The bard sat down again and continued, “he’s a fantastic companion truly, probably my best friend gods help me. But, in most situations, he’s always the one to be chosen to help. I understand I most definitely wouldn’t be able to defeat even one of the smallest monsters he’s faced but, I wish people would understand that I’ve done other things… Those things may be small but they made a difference to someone.”

Y/N took his hand and rested her cheek against it. “Do you ever wonder why big beefy men always think they’re right?”

They both chuckled at the statement. “I don’t know, but luckily the one I prefer seems to have feelings which are surprising since Witchers are supposed to not feel.”

Y/N took the plates from the table and set them on the counter. With a twirl of two fingers, the candles and lamps went out except for the one next to her couch. “I’m going to bed, you can sleep on the couch like Geralt did.” She snapped and a pillow and blanket appeared on the sofa.

“See you in the morning Jaskier, sorry about ruining dinner.”

The bard smiled, “It wasn’t your fault Y/N, thank you for everything, especially saving us today.”

The two bid each other goodnight, and outside Geralt stared up at the moon wishing things were different.

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Dreaming Out Loud

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Chapter 130: Baptism of Fire, Pt 2

"That's a promise you won't be keeping, Snow White," Gawain hissed, as he advanced, but flames cut him off, as they shot up around them. David growled, as he tried pulling at the chains with all his might, despite the excruciating pain.

"He's...he's doing it! He's breaking through the chains," Hades said in awe, even as he and Persephone were still being restrained.

"How? It was Hercules that freed Prometheus from his bonds," Hades uttered, but she only smiled.

"Their true love knows no bounds, so Snow will free him," she said proudly. Arthur's furious gaze shot to Frollo as he emerged, looking on in disbelief.

"You said you could bind him and his brat indefinitely!" the King roared.

"This...this shouldn't be possible!" Frollo insisted.

"This...is sorcery! Demonic witchcraft of hell!" he claimed. Hades rolled his eyes.

"I'm really sick of this bitch," he muttered, as he held out his hand and attempted to summon his blue fire.

"Dammit...I'd really like to just light him up and be done with it," he cursed. Persephone smirked.

"I'd like to strike him down too, but unfortunately, we have to do this without magic. But they don't…" Persephone said, as David still struggled against the chains, even as they seared against his skin. Snow looked on helplessly and tried to comfort him as much as she could, as his flames sequestered them away from the enemies surrounding them. She knew they wanted to rip her from his arms, but fortunately were kept at bay.

"Snow...I don't know if I can break through these chains," he said breathlessly, as he struggled.

"You have to go…" he pleaded, as Frollo moved in closer and he feared that he would find a way to bypass the fire since he had created the chains.

"Stop him!" Arthur demanded, as Frollo moved to a control panel in the Throne room.

"Not to worry, Your Majesty...once I electrify the chains, he won't be going anywhere. Then I'll be happy to take the fair Snow White off your hands," he said, as he looked at her through the flames with a smug, evil smirk.

"Snow...you have to run…" David insisted, as the evil Judge started powering up his equipment.

"I am not leaving you...they are not taking you from me!" she said fiercely.

"You can break these chains, my love...I know it," she added, as she caressed his face. She put her hand into the flame and pulled it back, showing him that there was not even one mark on her skin.

"You are holding back, because you're still fearing that you'll hurt me. But that's simply not possible," she said, as she held his face in her hands and then kissed him passionately.

"What about your parents?" he questioned, but she shook her head.

"They'll find cover...they know what's coming," she assured.

"Let's end this...it's time. I am sick of these villains that keep trying to curse us or tear us apart," she said.

"The final battle...Rumple once said there would be a final battle. You think this is it?" he asked. She shrugged.

"If the final battle means that we win and the fighting ends...then I want it to be. I will spend the rest of our lives fighting battle after battle if it means being with you," she said, as she caressed his face again.

"But if there is a way to end all of it...then let's take it. No more defeat and repeat," she continued.

"We keep letting the villains come to us and I think it's time we go to them. It's time to take what is ours and that's our happy ending, which we both know is only the beginning of eternity for us," she said, as she looked at him fondly.

"I'm afraid that your time together is finally at an end. Once I flip this switch, ten thousand volts of electricity will course through you, Prince Charming and it will allow the chains to take root. This will bind you in this place for eternity," Frollo stated

"I am afraid I cannot allow you to do that," a voice said, as a man appeared and raised his hand. The control panel sparked and short circuited, rendering it useless.

"No…" Arthur growled and they saw their daughter behind this man, concluding that this must be Merlin.

"The time is now," he said. Snow nodded to him and put her arms around his neck. He growled and started to struggle against the chains once again. He managed to get to his feet and felt bolstered in the presence of his beloved.

"You can do this, my love…" she urged.

"For you...I can do anything…" he said with certainty. He hollered a fierce battle cry and with all his might, he pulled and strained against his bindings. Fire exploded around them, seeming to consume them and the chains shattered into a million pieces. Emma smiled and rushed into the flames, finding her parents in the center of them.

"You did it!" she cried, as they hugged her between them and David cradled her head.

"No...you did it. You freed Merlin," he said.

"I just want this all to be over," she said. He smiled.

"Yeah...you're not the only one," he said, as he looked at his wife fondly.

"It's time we make it happen," he agreed, as the flames started to die down and the three of them emerged, ready for the battle to come.

"Inconceivable...you destroyed my chains!" Frollo exclaimed.

"And you're next," David said, as he unsheathed his sword. Hades and Persephone emerged from where they had found cover, as did Arthur and his remaining Knights. But the King was horrified at what he found. Their flames had broken the spell of the mists of Avalon. Camelot was now visible as the broken Kingdom it was and he stared up at the sky through the holes in the castle.

"What have you done?!" he cried.

"I'd say that they've finally freed your people from what not even the Gods could," Persephone announced, as the castle doors swung open and the angry citizens of Camelot filed in, being led by Regina, James, Rumple, Belle, and Lancelot.

"Looks like your time is up," Emma commented, as the King glared at Merlin, who waved casually at him.

"You…" he hissed.

"I had such hopes for you...but I'm afraid your deception has come to an end and you must be unseated," Merlin stated.

"Unseated?! You put me on this path! You burdened me with your prophecy! I am destined to rule Camelot!" he claimed.

"You were destined to rule Camelot...not deceive it and break it," Merlin corrected.

"It was broken when I got it!" Arthur shouted, as the broken Excalibur clattered to the floor and the King pointed to David.

"And you and your kid are going to fix it for me," he ordered.

"You're not our King...and we're not doing anything for you, especially since it would mean destroying the dagger," David refused.

"Well...there you have it, people of Camelot! The illustrious Prince Charming has refused to save your Kingdom in favor of sparing the Dark One! Is this really the leader you want to look to?" he claimed. Snow stepped forward.

"That's King David to you…" she said, as she approached him.

"And I'm almost certain that the people would rather follow honorable people like my husband and my daughter than you," she hissed. He growled and picked up his sword, before grabbing her arm and putting the blade to her throat.

"Get your filthy hands off her!" David snapped.

"Not a step closer...one nick from Excalibur and she's dead," he warned.

"Arthur...stop this now. You are not too far gone down this dark path to return to the light. Your destiny to rule can still be that...but you must give up this destructive quest," Merlin reasoned.

"You put me on this quest! You told me to pull the blade from the stone!" he claimed, as he held Snow hostage.

"And you did...I never said that Excalibur would be whole. I broke it for a reason. But it does not mean you cannot make your Kingdom whole and rule benevolently as you were destined to," Merlin stated.

"He's right...if I can return from the dark path I once walked, then so can you," Regina told him. The tears in the King's eyes were evident and Snow gasped, as he released her. David swept in and took her in his arms, as she turned to him. He helplessly dropped the sword again and it clattered to the floor a second time.

"I...I'm sorry. I have been a terrible King and a terrible husband," he said, as he looked to his wife. Snow looked at her husband and nodded. He looked a tad skeptical, but always trusted her judgment. He picked up the blade and Emma held it to, as they used their Promethean fire to reforge the blade, without rejoining it with the dagger. Arthur looked on in amazement, as it became whole again at last. David approached him and flipped the blade to offer the hilt to him. Arthur looked up at the other King in surprise and wonder.

"Do better this time, Your Majesty," he said, as King Arthur took the hilt and held Excalibur whole for the first time.

"I will," he promised, as he looked to his wife and former best friend, before swallowing thickly.

"You should be with him," he said sadly. She looked torn.

"I'm sorry...I was wrong. I should have never betrayed our vows," she replied.

"No...but I made many mistakes as well. Perhaps if I had been the husband you deserved, then you wouldn't have needed to seek comfort in another. Please...go," he said. He loved her, but he would let her go be with the person who now held her heart, even if it pained him.

"What are you doing? Are you insane?" Frollo exclaimed. But Snow had enough of him and drew her husband's sword from the sheath on his hip, before leveling it at the evil cretin.

"You've done quite enough, Judge Frollo and the only place you're going is prison," she declared. He smirked and took a potion from his robes.

"Afraid not...underworld spawn," he said, as he tossed the potion down and they coughed. Once the smoke cleared, he was gone.

"We'll get him later. My sister is the more immediate threat," Regina stated, as there was a puff of green smoke.

"How right you are...sis," Zelena said, as she appeared with Deimos in tow. David took his sword from his wife and stepped forward.

"A duel between you and me has been a long time coming and this time, I can promise you that nothing is going to bring you back," David claimed. Deimos drew his own blade and stepped forward.

"Last time you defeated me, you had to rely on your wolf friend to tear me to pieces," he reminded him. But David smirked and let his fire light his blade.

"And this time I have all the fire I need to make sure you never come near Snow again," he answered. Deimos clenched his teeth.

"We'll see, Prince Charming...because I am fairly certain I can still end you just as easily as I could have before," he claimed, as they circled.

"David…" Snow cried in worry. She knew Deimos would never fight fairly and her mother and Hades put their arms around her.

"He'll be fine, snowdrop...he's no match for David now. Not just in power anymore, but his love for you will give him all the power he needs to finally end that monster," Hades assured.

"He's right sweetheart," Persephone said.

"Not that it will matter...because none of you have the power to defeat me anymore," Zelena claimed, as her hands became alive with green fire.

"You sure about that?" Emma questioned, as she stepped forward to fight her. But Zelena smirked, as the palace doors swung open again and Liz walked in with her goons, who had captured Henry, Annie, and Adrian.

"Henry!" Regina cried.

"They are refusing to repair the broken author's pen, my Queen," Liz stated.

"That's okay...they're not the ones with the power to do it. Only the Sorcerer can," Zelena said, as she grabbed her nephew and put her green fire close to his face.

"Repair the author's pen or he dies," she threatened.

"Zelena...don't do this! He's my son!" Regina pleaded, but her plea fell on deaf ears.

"No need to harm the boy...I'll do as you ask," Merlin stated, as he stepped forward.

"We told you to get to Storybrooke…" James hissed at them.

"We did...but she found us," Adrian said, as he motioned to Liz, who smirked evilly.

"Yes...they tried to run, but we found them quite easily, thanks to a blunder on your part, Your Majesty," she said, looking at Regina, just as they saw Charming and Deimos charge at each other and begin their duel.

We're sorry…" Annie said, as they explained what had happened.

~*~

Thirty Minutes Earlier

The bug sped onto the streets of Camelot and Adrian rounded the corner, only to brake suddenly, as they saw the people being lined up in the square.

"What's going on?" Henry asked.

"Crowley…" Annie hissed, as she spied the evil woman and her goons forcing people out of the diner and the businesses in town, taking them hostage with her hired guns.

"She's looking for the pen," Adrian deduced.

"But it's broken," Henry reminded him.

"It may be broken, kid, but there are ways to fix that and she can't get it," Annie said, as she took it out of her pocket.

"I think I know where we can hide it then," he said.

"Where?" Adrian asked.

"My mom's vault," he replied.

"They won't be able to get in," he added.

"It's as good as any," Adrian said, as he put the car in reverse and turned around, heading off for the cemetery. Liz had spotted them and they now gave chase. Fortunately, they made it to the cemetery and Henry led them to Regina's vault. They went in and were mesmerized by the way the wall glowed red and was beating with hearts from all the boxes in the wall.

"Whoa...it's way creepier in person than reading about it," he mentioned.

"Yeah...the Queen's vault. Never thought I'd be in here," Annie mentioned, as she looked around curiously.

"Yeah...this place used to scare me, but my Mom has changed and now she uses the things that are in here for good," Henry said.

"Except the stolen hearts that are kept in the breathing wall," Adrian deadpanned.

"So...the pen can be fixed?" Henry asked.

"Yeah...there's a way," Annie confirmed.

"How?" he asked curiously and she smiled.

"Unfortunately, nothing that's in here," she replied.

"And it's a good thing. We can't fix it...not with that damned wannabe sorceress on the loose. No one wants to read a Once Upon a Time book written by a Crowley. She's an evil lunatic," Adrian commented.

"Yeah...did her family really influence some of your family or other authors?" Henry asked. Annie nodded.

"They would whisper their darkness to them. That's why you ended up with stories where Cinderella's step-sisters cut off their toes to fit their feet in the glass slippers and ones where the Little Mermaid dies while her prince marries someone else," she explained.

"Yeah...not even the well known Disney versions were immune to the whispers of a Crowley. Ever notice how most of the parents in those movies are dead?" Adrian pointed out. Henry thought for a moment.

"Huh...yeah I guess I never thought about it, but that is a bit dark. I mean...imagine if my mom's parents really were dead. Her life would be so...much worse and so would mine," he realized. They nodded.

"But you wrote this book and their story is much better here," he pointed out. She nodded.

"Because thankfully, for whatever reason, our father and I don't hear their whispers. That's why true love is winning and the darkness is losing. But if Liz gets this pen...then she'll destroy all the happy endings," Annie said.

"Does she know how to repair it?" Henry asked. Annie nodded.

"The Sorcerer can fix the pen," she replied.

"But Merlin is trapped," Henry told them.

"Not if your mother and grandfather free him from his trappings," Adrian said.

"Which means we need to keep this pen as far away from Camelot as possible," Annie replied.

"Too bad that's not going to happen," Liz said, as she entered the vault and pointed a gun at them.

"How did you get in here?" Henry demanded to know and Zelena followed her down into the vault with Deimos.

"Your mum is going to regret not removing the blood magic from her vault," Zelena revealed.

"Let's go...we have pressing matters to tend to in Camelot," she said, as she snapped her fingers and they disappeared in a puff of green smoke.

~*~

Present Time

"My vault…" Regina realized.

"Yeah...bet you're regretting not removing that blood magic from your vault now," Zelena hissed.

"Well, you're supposed to be dead," Regina spat in return, but the redhead smirked.

"Repair the pen...it's time for a new author that can write me a good future; one where I finally win and you lose, sis," she demanded. Merlin's magic swirled around the pen and repaired it. Liz greedily snatched it up and one of her goons brought Henry's book to her. She flipped to the last page and prepared to put the ink to the paper.

"No...that's not yours! You can't do this!" he pleaded. She looked smugly at the boy and proceeded to put the pen to the paper.

"Oh the horrors I am about to wrought," she hissed with glee, as she looked at Snow White.

"I think I shall rip your happy ending apart first, fairest one," she leered, as she looked at Charming, who dueled Deimos furiously.

"No...please…" Snow pleaded, but the evil woman put the pen to the paper. She frowned though, as nothing happened.

"What...what is this?!" she demanded to know, as it was Merlin's turn to smirk smugly.

"Oh, the boy was quite right...you literally can't do this," he said.

"But I have the pen! I am the author now!" she shouted.

"No...then pen has not chosen you," Merlin clarified.

"But you...choose the author. You chose me when you repaired the pen," she claimed. But he shook his head.

"Yeah...that's not how this works. I don't choose the author," he corrected.

"I have a say...I can step in and influence things another way if I don't like the job that an author is doing. It's why there are so many throughout history and so many offshoots. Take Aesop for example," Merlin said.

"I didn't care for some of his work...he heard you Crowley's in his head too loudly and made a mockery of love. He wouldn't allow true love to be what I knew it could, so I chose another bloodline to bestow the power to," he continued.

"The Grimms…" she hissed. He nodded.

"They fared a bit better, though I was not at all happy with some of their versions either. They were hearing your ancestors too...until Annie's father. He wasn't hearing your father at all...which made me very happy and finally, true love was born between Snow and Charming. Then along came Emma and I knew then that I could finally tip the scales away from darkness and there could be balance," he said.

"But there never will be with your kind in existence," he added, as the pen grew hot and it fell from her hand. They watched the pen roll toward Annie, but it didn't stop and slowly rolled toward someone else.

"Oh my God…" Regina uttered, as she watched her son kneel down and pick it up. The pen glowed and accepted its new scribe.

"Henry…" Persephone said.

"He's the author now," Hades said, finishing her sentence. He looked at the pen in wonder and then back at Merlin, who smiled with approval.

"Not for long!" Zelena screamed, as she prepared to bring her magic down on him. But Regina ran at her and tackled her to the ground.

"Not today witch!" she growled and Zelena screamed, as her sister pulled her pendant off her neck and smashed it to the ground.

"Nooo!" Zelena cried, as the magic in it pulsed and in a bright flash spread back to all the realms. Lightning crackled in Persephone's hand, while Blue fire appeared in Hades'. Rumple tossed his cane away and fire appeared in his palm, as he stalked toward Zelena, who back away in fear.

"Rumple…" Belle called.

"She has to die, Belle…" he growled, as they heard a peculiar noise. Even Deimos and David stopped their duel, as they all looked up into the sky.

"What is that?" James asked.

"A dirigible…" Van Helsing answered.

"From the Land of Untold Stories…" David said, the castle walls rattled, just as the ship's underbelly scraped the roof of the castle, sending chunks of debris falling. David kicked Deimos away from him and hurried back to Snow, huddling with her, as the debris fell. Emma, Regina, and James did the same with Henry, as did Rumple with Belle, as they could only watch the ship crash into the courtyard just beyond the palace.

"Damn...not to quote those space movies you like so much, kid, but I have a bad feeling about this," James commented.

"Shit...this is bad. I can smell the bastard…" Van Helsing cursed.

"Who?" Regina asked.

"The King of bloodsuckers himself and he makes this guy look like a walk in the park," Van Helsing answered, referring to Deimos.

"The King?" Regina questioned.

"Dracula," Snow answered.

"Seriously?!" Regina cried.

"Yeah...and forget any cartoonish visions you're having about him now...he's no joke," David warned.

"Perfect...like we don't have enough problems…" she growled.

"So is this it? Is this the Final Battle you told us about all those years ago?" David questioned, as he looked to Rumple. The imp only gave him a curt nod.

"Do we win?" Hades asked.

"You know better than that, dearie...not even I or your dear Persephone are privileged to that information," Rumple answered.

"Get ready...we don't know who else is coming off that ship, but we know that they'll have a feeding frenzy if we don't stop them here and now," Hades said, as they prepared to fight.

"We haven't finished our duel, Charming," Deimos interjected.

"Yeah...well, we have bigger fish to fry right now. I'll kill you later," David snapped, as he held Snow close. He knew how much Dracula wanted her demi-Goddess blood and he would be damned if he let her out of his sight.

"Camelot will fight with you," Arthur announced, as he wielded Excalibur and his remaining Knights joined him.

"Thank you...but we could use some more magic wielders," he said, as Persephone closed her eyes and sent her message out.

"Hopefully reinforcements will answer our call," she said, as they marched out into the field to meet whoever exited that ship. But they knew whoever did would be looking for a fight and that this was the one that would determine the fate for all the realms.

Snow looked at him tearfully and he met her gaze.

"I love you…" she said.

"I love you too, my darling," he told her, as he used the hand that was on the small of her back to press her closer and their lips met in a passionate kiss, just as the door on the dirigible opened...

[thebluelemontree]

The thing about jonquils...

They belong under the same umbrella genus of bulb flowers known as the narcissus.  The common name for most narcissus species is a daffodil, but generally speaking, when people say daffodil, they mean the yellow or white trumpet-like flower with flat leaves.  The jonquil (narcissus jonquilla) is a specific type of daffodil that blooms in clusters and are known for their strong sweet fragrance. 

The color jonquil yellow refers to a true golden yellow as displayed by the flower.  

Neither narcissus or daffodil are ever mentioned in ASOIAF either as flowers or names, but jonquil notably does in the tales and songs of the lovers, Florian and Jonquil.  Sansa has been dubbed the Jonquil of the series by the false Florian, Dontos Hollard.  It’s a song that is not only Sansa’s favorite but one that follows her around through her arc.  The choice of the jonquil flower for Sansa is deliberate for its characteristics and meaning.

Jonquils and daffodils are flowers that signify the beginnings of spring, being among the first to bloom after the winter snows melt.  By her skillset and character arc, Sansa is a solid contender for being a survivor of the series, so the name Jonquil fits well with that possibility of making it through ADOS.  By that logic, perhaps so does her love Florian the Fool with his flower connotations.  My analysis of Sansa and her Florian are explained in detail here.  

The golden yellow color of the jonquil flower is one that significant to Sansa as well.  

“The three dogs on our banner are the three that died, in the yellow of autumn grass...”  

“In the end she chose a simple velvet ribbon in autumn gold. When Gretchel fetched her Lysa's silvered looking glass, the color seemed just perfect with Alayne's mass of dark brown hair.”

“The dress she picked was lambswool, dark brown and simply cut, with leaves and vines embroidered around the bodice, sleeves, and hem in golden thread.”

Autumn is not the time for daffodils and jonquils, but it is the time when the bulbs are planted so they may bloom in late winter/early spring.  

And more gold associations:

It colors her vision like a veil over her eyes.  “Sansa rode to the Hand's tourney with Septa Mordane and Jeyne Poole, in a litter with curtains of yellow silk so fine she could see right through them. They turned the whole world gold.”  Sansa can only see the splendor and pageantry that was “better than the songs.”  Sandor will later enlighten her to the truth that Ser Hugh’s death was no accident. 

The gold Sandor Clegane won for his heroic deed in saving Ser Loras at the tourney of the Hand, prompted by Sansa’s compassion and their conversation on knighthood.  That gold is stolen by the BwB, so Sandor takes the “little gold squirrel” Arya (named so by Greenbeard) instead to deliver to Catelyn and Robb.  He does this in hopes of joining Robb’s army, presumably to march on KL and free Sansa, raising his station a little closer to hers in the process.    

The gold Dontos Hollard, the false Florian, sold her out for.

The lessons of "lies and Arbor gold" that Petyr teaches her, which she uses on him in return.  "Lies and Arbor gold, she thought. "I am Alayne, Father. Who else would I be?"

The bounty of golden dragons for her capture, where she is even referred to as the gold itself.  "A good melee is all a hedge knight can hope for, unless he stumbles on a bag of dragons.”   

Floriography utilizes the language of flowers to communicate various messages to others.  The idea is nothing new as it is also present in Shakespeare’s plays, for example; however, it became a wildly popular practice during the Victorian period and has mostly stuck around.  Think of Loras’s cloak of forget-me-nots displayed in front of his true love, Renly, while he hands out meaningless roses to the girls at the Hand’s tourney.  The common consensus of meaning for daffodils and jonquils are as follows:  

Daffodils are connected with “regard,” “chivalry,” and one would use them to signify that "love is unrequited."  The perfect flower for courtly romance where a knight must only love a lady from afar or channel his feelings into service.  But as I said, daffodils are not mentioned in ASOIAF.

Jonquils, on the other hand, express a desire for affection to be returned, which fits with Sansa’s wish to be loved for herself.  It is also used to signify a “requited love,” the opposite of the daffodil.  In can also convey “sorrow” and “sympathy,” which Sansa has in spades. 

In numerous other metas, readers have made a credible case for Sansa as a Persephone character.  Persephone, daughter of Demeter, was kidnapped by Hades, the god of the underworld by way of a narcissus.  Persephone was attracted by some narcissus flowers, which lured her away from her nymph companions.  When she pulled them out of the ground, a chasm opened up to the underworld and Hades emerged to steal her away.  Dontos uses the story of Florian and Jonquil (our narcissus flowers) to lure Sansa away to be eventually taken under false pretenses by Petyr Baelish, who will only allow her to return home on his terms.  Very Hades indeed.  Persephone’s Roman counterpart Proserpina, whose name means ”to emerge” or “to creep forth” may account for the golden vines and leaves on Sansa’s dress as a nod to Proserpina.        

Along this same vein, the perfume she chooses just before she learns she is to wed Tyrion is “a sharp sweet fragrance with a hint of lemon in it under the smell of flowers.”  Her association with yellow lemons often occurs when their sourness/sharpness is subdued by the sweet, as in her lemon cakes.  While jonquils are not specified here, their scent is noted to be quite sweet.  The perfume is thematically the same as the lemon cake.  Like the narcissus, they are temptations for Sansa that lure her into another’s clutches.  Lady Olenna and Margaery woo her with lemon cakes as they discuss Joffrey and promise to wed her to Willas.  As the maids apply the floral-lemon perfume, Sansa believes she is wearing her new dress to Joffrey and Margaery’s wedding and eventually taking it with her to Highgarden.  The ground opens up under her when Cersei tells her she is being dressed to go to her own imminent wedding.

The latest warning signs for Sansa may be the fates of Cissy and Saffron in regards to Harrold Hardying.  Cissy was quickly dumped after her pregnancy with Harry’s daughter made her fat.  Saffron is also currently pregnant, and it looks as though Harry may be ready to abandon her as well if he is sufficiently charmed by Alayne.  I can’t help but think the name Cissy is a play on narcissus and Saffron is not only a precious spice but a rich golden yellow color.  Both wound up trapped into the shame of unwed motherhood, tempted by the handsome young heir to the Vale.  It’s a form of luring and stealing them away into the underworld, out from under the protection of the metaphysical mother who guarded their maidenhood.  While Harrold is not that pleasing to Sansa on a personal level, as far as she knows, wedding him may be her best and only option to finally go home.  To her credit, she’s not as naive and easily led this time around; however, Winterfell is still her temptation.  In the Eyrie’s godswood, she built her own snow castle, complete with glass gardens.  Laying out her heart’s desire for Petyr to ingratiate himself with her.         

He walked along outside the walls. "I used to dream of it, in those years after Cat went north with Eddard Stark. In my dreams it was ever a dark place, and cold."

"No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Water from the hot springs is piped through the walls to warm them, and inside the glass gardens it was always like the hottest day of summer."        

Winterfell is an underworld in itself (there’s been quite a bit of meta on this topic too).  To summarize, Ned is a Hades figure to Catelyn’s Persephone, but with a much happier union than the myth.  It is the underworld where Sansa feels comfort, love, and warmth, being a child born there to begin with.  So Sansa is more of a reverse Persephone, seduced and stolen away from her underworld home and desperately trying to get back.  So as Dontos was a false Florian, Petyr is a false Hades and false father.  Petyr shows this when he reveals he doesn’t know what Winterfell is like at all.  And as Sansa builds her snow castle, she is also raising up an oasis of perpetual summer, with all its plants and flowers, out of that same snow like the daffodils breaking through the thaw.  Perhaps what Jonquil/Persephone needs is a little help from the real Florian to bring her back to her underworld home safe beneath the snow.                      

[party-of-rpg-muses]

So, I’ve completed Shadowbringers up to patch 5.1. So under the cut is my canon as to what happened in the form of a list, as there are spoilers. As you may now, in my canon, S’bera isn’t going through all this by himself as he has his own party, not unlike most other Final Fantasy games. However, I don’t expect my friends to agree, as I know the players of U’tala and Ishita have their own canons. I just wanted to share mine.

@the-icebreaker

Omutu switches back to the Dark Knight job, seeing as being a Paladin in a world flooded by Light would cause trouble for him.

Whenever a Lightwarden is defeated, the entire party absorbs their light. They still risk becoming Lightwardens after absorbing Innocence’s light.

In Amh Araeng, the party splits up to search for Alisae and it’s Frances who finds her, since she knows how to track hunts and people, before getting the group together.

At Eulmore, S’bera accompanies Alphinaud into the city while Frances sneaks in to gather information. The others stay behind and wait for their return.

Throughout the story, S’bera is the only one who can see Ardbert, but keeps it a secret from everyone else, even his fellow party members.

The other party members assist the various adventurers in their role quests; S’bera doesn’t take part, Frances assists Leu-Reeq, Omutu assist Granson, and Ishita assists Cerigg, and U’tala assists Giott.

Once each of them finish their quests and defeat their respective Cardinal Virtue, each respective Warrior of Light from the First then appears as a ghost that only the WoL from the Source can see and hear. For example, Frances is the only one who can see and hear Renda-Rae and only Omutu can see and hear Branden.

After each of them present their faded crystals to Grenoldt, he crafts his armor sets for each and every one of them. S’bera’s was made from Ardbert’s crystal.

Frances attempted to parley to the Viis in the Greatwood, only for it to fail almost instantly.

When Y’shtola was taken out of the Lifestream, S’bera was the first to her side, holding her close, showing just how worried he was. Both for her life and her wellbeing, fearful that she lost something else as a result of using Flow again.

Before the final battle against Hades/Emet-Selch, when the party find themselves in a space of pure white, it is then that they see the ghosts of the other First Warriors of Light and the ghosts see their allies before fusing with the Warriors from the Source.

Upon merging with their counterparts from the First, Omutu suddenly finds himself switching back to his Paladin attire, a choice he didn’t consciously make, but one he appreciates all the same. He proudly used his light against Hades’ darkness, providing an extra bit of light so his party could defeat Hades before they were engulfed in darkness.

And after the fight, the Warriors from the Source all combine their attacks, throwing their First counterparts’ respective weapons at Emet-Selch.

Frances actually knew the entire time that the Crystal Exarch was G’raha Tia, (i.e. his nose, voice, his scent, his aether) but didn’t say anything because she thought everyone knew.

Just before Minfilia gave her remaining power to Ryne, S’bera told her to say hello to Papalymo on the other side and to tell him that Lyse is doing just fine.

While S’bera was being scolded by Feo Ul, Frances, in response to Alphinaud calling his sister a self-important brat, responded by saying that she recalled both of them being self-important brats some time ago.

The party also fought Ran’jit as a group both when saving Minfilia/Ryne and again during the attack on Eulmore. After the battle, Omutu offers to give him a proper burial, feeling sorry for the man who became warped by the love he has for the Minfilias that he came to view as his own daughters.

When the group was defeated by Ran’jit at Lakeland, the rest of the party worried that S’bera’s pride took a hit, just like with Zenos. They worried he might do something brash and foolish in an attempt to reclaim his pride until he assured them that he wasn’t going to repeat the same mistakes as before, knowing that when he’s with his friends, they’re stronger together. He learned his lesson after what happened in Doma.

Since Omutu can’t use magick, he had to hold one of his party members’ hand so they can channel his aether into the heartstone for him.

Before going to Tomra, the Exarch tells the party about Dwarves, suggesting that Omutu dresses like Dwarf, so as to not cause trouble and have them reject him.

[psychoblue9]

Take hold of my hand, for you are no longer alone...Walk With Me in Hell!  Scene from my Saint Seiya Tokusatsu AU towards the finale.  Credit to Osmar as always!

Summary from the Plot Guide:

Pope’s Sanctum:

The Zodiac Knights step into the Sanctum and see the Pope sitting quietly on his throne.  Ending his whispered mumblings and self-musings, the Pope addresses the Saints and removes his mask to reveal himself as Gemini Saga, ending his charade.  Saga reveals that while he had struggled mightily with his dark side throughout his lifetime, he should be more thankful for Mu for giving his dichotomy a purpose to unite under.  Through the previous Pope’s experiments in Judeccan sorcery and Mu’s romantic indiscretions leading to the birth of the most powerful vessel Athena has ever inhabited even in her original godly state, Saga’s two halves were able to unite under the singular purpose of fusing Hades’ soul into her vessel as well.  No longer would she or Sanctuary or even the world have to worry about Hades ever bothering them again, for Athena would be powerful enough to contain and restrict Hades’ soul forever.  Mu bluntly tells him he is a madman if he thinks that sort of merger wouldn’t go horribly wrong, and is moreover an act of treason against their goddess Athena to subject her to that.  Saga replies that the only way to settle who is right would be a duel between Gold Saints, said to last a thousand days due to the perfect equality of their strength.  If at the end of those thousand days a victor is decided, then that victor would truly have Athena’s blessing and thus the right to call themselves just.  Saga and Mu fly into action, their battle taking them through hundreds of realms and landscapes thanks to the similar nature of their abilities centered around reality manipulation and distortion.  Minutes later, the two arrive back in the Sanctum, scuffed and bloodied.  Saga, however, is baited into using his Galaxian Explosion, hoping to swallow Mu into another spatial distortion where he’d be obliterated in a dying galaxy sacrificed for Saga’s victory.  Mu, having studied the attack closely thanks to Pope Shion’s private lessons with him detailing the most devastating techniques in each Gold Saint’s school, utilizes his Crystal Wall to reflect the distortion back at Saga, bombarding him with his own technique.  Saga, however, survives the onslaught but collapses over his throne, and Mu places a portal around his head with him emerging from another part of the room, eager to suddenly close the portal and sever Saga’s head along with it.  However, Mu allows Saga to remove his head from the portal unharmed, seeing the defeat in his eyes and the realization of the error of his ways.  Unfortunately, the armistice is cut short when another Gemini Saga storms the Pope’s Inner Sanctum and rushes to the Pope’s aid.  It’s here that Shun recognizes the second Saga as the one from the Gemini house, and that Saga reveals himself as the long-lost Gemini twin Kanon, who was thought to have been serving a life sentence in one of Sanctuary’s most brutal prisons due to abusing his powers as a Saint.  Saga, after usurping the title of Pope, had decided to free his brother and use him as a kagemusha in the Gemini House to deflect further suspicion from his peers until the time was right to slowly decide who could be let in his inner circle and who would be best served as unwitting pawns.  Saga tries to convince his brother that the civil war was over and that surrender was the only option, but Kanon only needs to gentle poke his brother in the forehead, and his hair turns white with wrath and his eyes red with fury.  Revealing his final trump card, an upgraded replica of his Gemini Cloth made of the forbidden alloy Surplice, Saga stands once more and commands his brother to help him paint the walls red with the blood of the traitorous Zodiac Knights!

With Saga’s renewed wrath and Kanon’s bloodlust, the Gemini twins face all six Zodiac Knights in a massive brawl, unleashing all of their power upon them and forcing them on their knees.  During the fight, the Bronze Cloth Changers are destroyed, causing their recently reforged Cloths to destabilize and scatter out of reach, and the Bronze Saints are left utterly helpless. But within their most desperate hour as the twins prepare to make Mu their next sacrifice for their “Greater Good,” a miracle happens: crashing through the  roof of the Pope’s Sanctum are the Leo, Aquarius and Virgo Cloths, which quickly form around Ikki, Hyoga and Shun to revitalize them.  Seiya and Shiryu quickly follow suit by donning their Sagitarrius and Libra Cloths.  Unable to stand against six Gold Cloths and each wielder possessing power equal to and even surpassing Gold Saints, Saga and Kanon are backed into a corner.  Unfortunately, before the Zodiac Knights can deliver the Coup de Grace with the Athena Exclamation, a wave of darkness suddenly beats down upon them.  Realizing what is happening, Saga tells them that the plan was a success after all: Hades’ soul was contained in the arrow that pierced Athena and the poison was simply a ruse he used to distract the Zodiac Knights long enough for the process to be complete.  A new Athena, perfectly balanced, has been awakened, and the rush of darkness indicated that she had made her decree of cleansing.  

Mu tells his pupils that they need to rush down to the foot of the 12 Houses immediately and save Athena.  When Saga and Kanon try to stop them, Mu opens a portal below twins’ feet, and the three of them plunge into the abyss while the Bronze Saints can only mourn Mu’s sacrifice for a couple of seconds before rushing down to the foot of the 12 Houses.

[raphpanda21]

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

Last Time

Taking off her sunglasses Hera glanced back at Hermes

Hera: Leave the boxes I will have them seen too later. For now let us have a look at the facilities. I think we all could use a good rest after this evening.

Striding ahead Persephone and Hermes quickly followed her . As she came to the largest of the warehouse’s doors the cyclops at post pulled it open motioning then into the dimly light space. Ahead seated on a rather large chair a cyclops waited at his post by what appeared to be a freight elevator. Seeing them approach he stoodhaving to stoop slightly to avoid hitting his head.

In a gruff gravely voice the cyclops breaks the hanging silence.

Cyclops: Zeus called. Told me you was coming. Said from now on plans had changed. That you are the new boss and what you says goes.”

Hera smiled in satisfaction hearing this .

Hera: How sweet or him. Well the person staying here will be Ms. Persephone and I assume you will be able to prevent any press harassing her while she is here ?

Cyclops: We Bellyhands have had plenty experience with that lot. They know well not to mess with our lot.

Extending his giant hand past Hera He holds it out to Persephone who shyly reached out marveling as her hand disappeared in his.

Cyclops: You are in good hands Ms Persephone.

Hermes: Big hands

As soon as he said it Hermes slapped his hand over his mouth looking sheepish as all eyes turn to him.

Cyclops: This one with you is a real funny man huh? My big hands have seen too taking care of many a funny men in the past.

Hermes eyes widen and he backs away a little.

Hera: He isn’t normally the funny sort so perhaps you can let him pass just this once.

The cyclops hmmms glaring at Hermes one last time before letting go of Persephone’s hand

Cyclops: Just this once then. You lot go on up and see to the facilities. Once you do that we can work out some of the finer details.

Persephone smiled trying not to laugh at Hermes misfortune.

Persephone: Thank you sir. What should I call you?

The cyclops turns after lifting up the wood front on the fright eleveator.

Cyclops: We don’t hold much with names us Bellyhands. Foolish novelty all that.Simple count works good enough for us. I am number 1 and I expect you will meet the other 6 in time. Now off with the lot of you there will be time for questions later.

The three of then enter the elevator. It seemed as old and run down as the rest of the place and the lurch as it kicked into gear was quite startling .

They rode in silence as the elevator made its slow climb up finally coming to a jarring stop. The doors opened up revealing a nearly blinding stark whiteness. Hermes lifted the wooden drop gate holding it up long enough to allow the ladies to step out before stepping out himself.

The sound of their footfalls echoed in the stark white hallway as they make their way into the loft quickly coming upon an open floor plan floating stairs leading upstairs to presumably more rooms. The downstairs room was dominated by the near two story windows that encompassed the entirety of the exterior wall giving an impressive view of the city skyline.

Persephone walked away from the group walking right up to the glass laying her hands upon it as she looked out.

Persephone: This is far to much Hera. I can’t stay here.

Hera: Nonsense, this is nothing at all and I won’t hear another word of protest.

Persephone smiled nodding her head in acceptance as Hermes came to stand beside her tapping the glass with curiosity.

Hermes: For such a high security place these windows seem to defeat the purpose.

Hera snorts softly walking up to tap the glass with her finely manicured nails

Hera: It is one way glass darling. You can see out but nobody can see in.

Persephone had turned away from the window turning to take in the rest of the space. Nice open kitchen at the back looking out on the living room. The living room was massive an electric fire place on one wall and the majority of the rooms space dominated by the sunken conversation pit sitting arrangement in the middle of the room. The pit was a large square shaped space the edges covered in black couch cushions and the middle filled up with pillows and furs making it look every bit a pit of reclining decadence . Finally her vision fell on a strange leather swing placed near the window.

Persephone:How delightfully peculiar. a swing inside the house. What a fun idea. Perhaps I should give it a try!

Hearing her mention swing both Hera and Hermes look to see what she was talking about and identical looks of horror come to their face as they both shout in unison.

Hera & Hermes: Don’t touch that!

Startled Persephone stopped herself from stepping closer to the swing tilting her head at the two of them in confusion.

Hermes: That is a special swing ummm custom only for a certain user. It could hurt you and Hera will just get arrange for it to be removed right ?

Hera nodded her head in agreement putting on a forced smile.

Hera: Of course! Removed for sure and I think I will actually go down and speak to Mister 1 about having a white glove treatment done to this place. Don’t touch anything in here until then. Alright dear ?

Persephone nods glancing back at the swing with curiosity it didn’t look dangerous but she took their advice.

Hera: Hermes go and get Persephone settled in a guest room while I make some arrangements. She needs to get some rest after her harrowing evening .

Hermes : Sure thing. You heard her. Let’s go upstairs and see what options there are.

Following Hermes they make short work of exploring the upstairs. There were two spare bedrooms and one bath in addition to the master suite. Upstairs in contrast to downstairs was decorated in blacks with contrasts of white and silver giving the whole floor a night inspired vibe.

Hermes: Well master bedroom is out until the cleaners come and give it some care. Let’s get you settled in one of the guest rooms and I will go see if Hera needs help before I head out.

Persephone: Alright, I won’t deny sleep sounds very good right now.

Hermes chuckled holding open one of the guest room doors for her. Inside a queen sized bed covered in a downy white comforter and silver white pillows called invitingly to Persephone’s tired body. The floor to ceiling windows continued in this room the faint sign of approaching sunrise visible through the heavy white and silver swirled drapes.

Hermes: I will leave you too it. Try not to worry. Hera I am sure has a plan for all of this. We will see it sorted somehow.

Persephone smiled stepping up to him and wrapping her arms about his waist giving him a hug. Hermes dropped his arms quickly wrapping them around her back and returning the affection in kind.

Persephone: Thank you for everything Hermes. I always seem to be so lucky that in the worst of times a knight comes to my rescue. Sorry you had to dress in drag to save me this time.

Hermes rested his cheek on the top of her head chuckling into her hair

Hermes: What is a little gender bending between friends? I would do it everyday if it helped you somehow.

Persephone gave him a tight squeeze in thanks not seeing the look of deep affection that followed his vow of devotion.

Persephone: Let us hope it doesn’t come to that. Good night or I guess morning Hermes

Pulling away from him she proceeded into the room toeing of her shoes before climbing into bed. Seeing only her eyes peering out Hermes pulled the door closed and headed back downstairs to find. Hera.

A few hours later saw Hades slamming his car door as he approached the usual brunch location. He was early but he needed a drink or two in his system before having to face his brothers. Walking in the hostesses started to say something snide but seeing the dark look to Hades features she wisely decides against it instead motioning for a waitresses to see to him.

Settling at a table as far away from the stage and any aquarium he made short work of two scotches on the rocks before starting on a large black coffee. After having two healthy sips from his cup the usual clamor that announced his brothers’ arrival anywhere was heard. Glancing up he sighed already exhausted as he watched them coming his way . This meeting would be anything but a picnic. Standing to greet them seemed was a mistake as Poseidon nearly tackled him with his sudden hug

Poseidon: Hades, my poor brother! Why must they torment you so! I tried to summon a tsunami for you but Zeus shut me down.

Zeus snorted as he pulled out a chair getting settled.

Zeus: That press office isn’t anywhere near the ocean thusly you would have negatively impacted a lot of innocent parties.

Poseidon pouts pulling away and going to his own chair mumbling under his breathe something that sounds like it’s just a little water.

Hades brushed himself off before settling back into his chair quickly becoming very uncomfortable with his brothers silent stares.

Hades: What!?

Zeus: So is there any truth to the rumors?

Poseidon squirms in his chair with barely constrained excitement.

Poseidon: Are you going to be a daddy?!

Hades: No, there is no more truth to this story than there was to then last one.

Zeus and Poseidon look at one another before looking back at him with skepticism.

Poseidon: Bro, you know we won’t judge if you were banging her. She is one fine little cream puff that I would gladly make one of my consorts.

Hades eyes snap to blood red at Poseidon words his voice coming out in a threatening growl

Hades: If you even so much as proposition her I will remove your hook and tackle personally.

Poseidon and Zeus look at him with visible shock as a waitress quickly deposits their ordered drinks and scurries away. Calming down Hades looks on confused as Poseidon pulls out a large wad of cash and hands it to a satisfied looking Zeus.

Poseidon: Don’t gloat Zeus. It was a fair bet that I would win. He got back with ol Spicy Cinna Minthe again on Fatesbook after all.

Zeus: When it comes to knowing a men’s desires I rarely miss the mark brother.

Hades anger flares at both of his brothers a soft growl building up

Hades: You are betting on me?! Is my life that much of a joke to you.

Zeus sighed reaching out to grasp Hades shoulder giving it a strong squeeze a glare of his own backing up his assertive tone.

Zeus: Calm yourself brother. A little levity even at the worst of times isn’t bad. We are your brothers and you should know that we will always back you up.

Hades tense shoulders sagged under Zeus hand a defeated sigh slipping out as he hung his head in defeat.

Hades: I am sorry, I feel like I am having to say that a lot recently.

Poseidon: You are good bro. I honestly feel for you, I mean I would be wrecked if the girl I was hankering was stepping out with some other fella.

Zeus: Mmm, the other element of the story is interesting for sure. Do you think Thanatos has made moves on her?

Hades: I wouldn’t know but there will be a lengthy conversation Monday with him I assure you. He is as old as me if not older.

Poseidon: Age is just a state of mind bro and a chick with her curves could raise the dead.

Hades glares at him and Zeus elbows him

Poseidon: What!? It is true. I get you have this kink thing going with that nymph but you deserve better.

A look of sadness comes over Hades features his eyes getting lost in the dark depths of his coffee mug.

Hades: Better isn’t a option for me... I don’t deserve it.

Poseidon frowns reaching out to lay his hand over one of Hades

Poseidon: You are too hard on yourself. Where is your confidence?

Leaning closer he glanced around for any possible ease-droppers

Poseidon: Is your worm tiny bro or not rising to the occasion? I can help you. I got some essence of clam that will fix you right up.

Zeus and Hades both look at Poseidon neither saying anything.

Poseidon: What?

Zeus rolls his eyes

Zeus: Nothing Poseidon nothing. Getting back to a serious topic. Hera has gotten involved and is seeing that Persephone is shielded as much as possible during this time.

Hades: Is she okay?! Where is she ?!

Poseidon smiles over the top his glass having pulled back his hand at Hades panicked rambling

Zeus: I don’t know. Hera has been gone since last night. As for the where , I do know that and I can tell you that she will be safer there than anywhere else.

Hades: You can’t tell me or you won’t ?

Poseidon chuckles spinning the colorful umbrella in his drink

Poseidon: Even I know the answer is won’t Hades. You , her, and probably Thanatos are going be hounded by the paparazzi. Hell for all we know they are here watching us now.

Poseidon eyes widen as he breed his own paranoia and he slowly began to slide under the table.

Zeus: Poseidon, what are you doing?

Poseidon: Shhh! Don’t use my name they might be listening. Amphitrite will kill me if she hears about me being here. I told her we were meeting up with you at the Falafel House.

Zeus and Hades both sigh knowing there is no arguing with Poseidon when he got like this. Better to let him do as he wished.

Zeus: Be patient Hades. If she shows up to work you can talk to her then.

Hades: If being the key word.

Zeus downs his beverage before eying him coldly

Zeus: As Poseidon said earlier you chose to get back wit the nymph so seeking Persephone out outside of work will stir up both Minthe’s ire and the presses interest. Better to keep your distance than to feed the horde.

Hades steepled his fingers beneath his chin eyes again as red as freshly spilled blood.

Hades: Let then come for me. It isn’t the first time I have handled the press and I am owed far much more than a pound of flesh for their current slight.

From under the table the sound of Poseidon’s voice can be heard

Poseidon: I can’t see Hades right now but from down here he sounds badass. Can we order brunch now? I think my stomach is starting to eat my spleen down here.

Zeus motions for a waitress locking eyes with Hades as he gets in the last word before her arrival.

Zeus: You are a badass for sure but you really can be a dumbass too. You need to figure out what you really want before you do anything dramatic.

Hades started to say something back in defense but Zeus’s glare as the waitress arrived made him clam up. Orders were taken swiftly and the rest of the brunch continued on with idle chatter. Zeus made it clear that they were done discussing the matter. Hades was on his own to clean up the mess but he knew that his brothers would help him if things became dire. He could only hope it wouldn’t come to that as he had experienced far too much pity in his life and found the taste of it off putting.

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JIKOOK FIC REC

Now I usually don't do these types of things, I save it for the professionals like my dear friend @kookminficrecs, (Go send her love she is so darn beautiful), however I have stumbled across some ABSOLUTELY flawless fics lately and I desperately feel the need to show them some love.

1. Until Dawn - ladouleurExquise (AO3)

This whole series is a master piece. There is so many words I could say about just how much I love it. The extensive details and unpredictable twists. It follows Vampire!Jimin and AlphaWerewolf!Jungkook, and their 5 friends who also posess amazing supernatural powers It is a little smutty(Hopefully more soon heheh) with innuendos sprinkled throughout however it has an amazingly action packed plot. You won't see any of it coming. This fic WILL;

- Make you Laugh

- Keep you on the edge of your seat

- Make your heart swell 3 sizes

And last but not least...

- CRY!!!

The Author is someone I respect so much and I hold her near and dear to my heart.♡ She actually mentioned me in the most recent chapter of the fic [ Fade to White ] and I was almost in tears I was so humbled. She is an incredible writer and the fic will leave you wanting more, luckily from what I know there is more chapters to come so please join me for the adventure of a life time!

Relationships; Jikook, Namjin, Sope and AsexualTaeTae

Go yell at her on social media about how much you love her! Because you WILL love her, just as much as I do! ~ ♡

Twitter; @ThighsandCream

Tumblr; @thesparkandtheking

2. Knights in the Sky - bri607 (AO3)

Now listen, if I were any of you i would RUN to this fic and get acquainted with what I would say is something on PAR with the Happy Potter series, in that I meant you will be blown away and addicted for life. I predict the writer will have her own books published soon because she is just incredible. She has the talent for all of her works to be published and made into books without a doubt. For this fic all I did was read the intro and that was it for me, I was hooked and I have been obsessed ever since. It follows bound Prince!Jungkook and his fated Dracki!Jimin / Dragon!Jimin. The whole story is filled to the brim with fantasy, action, love, betrayal, and hurt. However fear not there is a happy ending. But I warn you now you will be shocked and floored at just how amazing this fic is. So don't say I didn't warn you and I take no blame for those who get addicted to this amazing writer! :P

Relationships; Jikook, Namjin, Sope , TaeTae is loved by all ♡

She is here on Tumblr; @imperfectperfections607 Make sure to go and give her some love and cry over how amazing her writing skills are. A true professional. ♡

3. In a Bed of Roses - OwlType (AO3)

This fic is so gorgeous, it is a retelling of, Greek mythology, Hades and Persephone. If you don't know the story do a quick Google search and you won't be disappointed. This fic contains a very handsome and mysterious Hades!Jungkook that very obviously falls the our beautiful Persephone!Jimin. The fic is only 4 chapters long but there is a sneak peek for chapter 5 on the author's Tumblr ( @jimyooin ) so go there and read that once you finish the first 4 chapters. I'm not so PATIENTLY WAITING for chapter 5 hehehe... This fic is beautiful and is written superbly. It obviously has some dark secrets to be revealed later and oh boy am I ready for it. Iam also ready for some Jikook love to happen. ;D Jimins room IS very grand and SPACIOUS in the fic. The Author is an absolutely gorgeous person so please go to her Tumblr and tell her I sent you. You'll love her and how cute she is I promise. ♡

Relationships; Jikook

That is all for my first fic rec! Did you enjoy it? Do you want another one? Let me know if you have read these fics before? Let me know of any fics YOU like and think I should read? And if you have read these COME SCREAM WITH ME ABOUT THEM CAUSE IAM GOING CRAZY CRYING ALONE!! ♡♡♡♡ (30 tags and I love every one of them)