#home became much more about tristan

[ladamedemartel]

hc + home

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

Tristan. Just, that's the tweet. Tristan is her home. Now, if you were to ask her, she would probably say that France is her home, but realistically, wherever Tristan is is her home. Though generally she prefers more Mediterranean climates, so she and Tristan likely rotate around there for the most part, but even Elijah was aware that wherever Tristan goes, Aurora follows.

[godisshook]

A Snowy Savior

Move-in day was hectic for Jack. Between his parents crying and saying, "We're only a call away," to having countless boxes to bring in, it was certainly an interesting start to his college experience. With a final teary-eyed goodbye, his parents drove away, leaving Jack to take it all in. Despite his objections, his parents got him a room of his own, meaning he wouldn't be able to easily make friends with a potential roommate. This fact didn't discourage him, he knew he had a great personality, and he had plenty of classes to make friends in regardless.

With the first semester now in full swing, Jack focused on being as outgoing as possible, joining clubs whenever he could. Most were not really his style, but it was an opportunity to make new connections. A day that was in all respects boring was spiced up as a frat bro walked up to Jack. He recognized the brother from a house party. Jack knew his name was Donovan, as the two had drunkenly exchanged info during the party. Soon, the conversation shifted to the brother's frat, Alpha Mu, which the brother revealed that he wanted Jack to join. Knowing the reputation most frats had on campus, Jack was nervous, but he knew how important a direct invite from a brother was. Weighing the pros and cons on his walk home, the decision became clear. He wanted to make new friends, and what place would be better than a frat?

Everything about the frat lifestyle suited Jack. He loved the parties and loved the after-parties even more. The brothers knew he was gay, and most didn't care, with Donovan himself being gay, he could not have picked a better one to consider. Donovan was responsible for planning the pledge party, and he texted Jack the address of the house, saying "You better be there." Even if Jack had not already decided, it seemed Donovan was making the choice for him. With the decision as good as made for him, Jack prepared for the party, finding whatever collared shirt he had in his suitcase. The frat's kickoff party was packed, and Jack thrived.

A brother had offered Jack a shot of vodka, and he downed it immediately. With him downing more and more drinks, the world would begin spinning around him, knowing he was now well and truly sloshed, Jack decided to leave early. Trying not to puke his guts out, he said his goodbyes to the others, and headed out the front door.

As Jack's drunken walk home began, he would encounter another brother down the sidewalk. Even in his stupor, he recognized him, as he had spent most of the party talking to few people, mostly keeping to himself. When Jack had introduced himself to the brother during the party, he was given a nod in response. Not wanting to have another awkward situation, Jack tried to walk past the brother silently, but the alcohol was taking its toll, and he stumbled straight into him. Slurring his words, Jack mumbled, "Sorry." The brother replied, "You're clearly out of it, let me give you a ride back."

Getting a free ride home beat getting an Uber or walking back alone, so Jack followed the brother. In the car, he introduced himself, "I'm Tristan." Jack, thinking back to his failed introduction at the party, responded, "I'm Jack, but you already know that." Tristan laughed and said, "It was hard to hear you over the music, if I had known that you were trying to introduce yourself, I would've said something back." This response seemed to satisfy Jack, as he settled back in his seat for the rest of the ride back. Finally arriving at Jack's place, Tristan would help him upstairs, and as he got to his room, the brother would walk back to his car.

This encounter lived in Jack's mind, with him texting Donovan about it the next morning, hoping to gain some more information on this mysterious brother. Donovan's reply did not give him much, as he texted, "He's super quiet, I think I've only really spoke to him like, twice." With his investigation yielding nothing, Jack would think, "It's not even my place to care, at least I got a ride back from him."

Winter break was now approaching, and the frat was planning a retreat to the mountains. Jack was excited, as it would be his first real outing with the brothers. While on FaceTime with his parents, he packed his suitcase, with them constantly repeating to pack warm clothes. With them once again crying over how much they missed him, he gave them a last kiss goodbye, and made his final preparations for the trip.

The drive up to the mountains was full of laughter and noise, with Jack joining Donovan and his boyfriend. The other brothers were coming with their partners as well, but Jack had decided to go solo, despite plenty of people wanting to go alongside him. Hours felt like minutes as they finally arrived at their winter cabins, Jack found his room, conveniently placed right next to Donovan's on the second floor. Exhaustion from the journey had finally set in, and after the frat took their photos together, Jack retreated to his room to get some much-needed rest. The outside cold was negated by the warm sheets, and before he knew it, Jack was out cold.

Waking up well rested, the house was already full of activity, with the smell of food cooking downstairs, and others playing football in the cold, it was a morning full of action. Jack decided to stay in his room for a few more minutes, with the blanket holding him prisoner with its warmth. He looked out of his window to see if anything interesting was going on, but didn't notice much, as his window was on the back side of the house, overlooking the woods. Just as he was about to get out of bed, something caught his eye. Glancing back outside, he saw none other than Tristan emerge, dumbbells in hand. He would begin working out in the snow, and Jack was unable to draw his attention away, admiring Tristan's toned body.

Tristan looked up, straight into Jack's window. In a flash, Jack moved away from the window, hoping he wasn't caught looking. "Fuck." he silently thought to himself. As he got ready to go downstairs, he racked his brain for an excuse as to why he was spying on Tristan, but ultimately decided that if he didn't bring it up, it wouldn't be an issue. Breakfast was laid out on the table upon him finally getting downstairs, and the house was empty, with most of the brothers deciding to go up the mountain together. He reheated some pancakes and sausage, and scrolled through social media as he ate.

A few minutes later, Tristan appeared in the kitchen as well, grabbing whatever leftovers remained, and heating it up. Jack's mind started racing, "What if he really did see me?" "Would he confront me about it?" Tristan would simply walk back to his room, food in hand. Jack breathed a sigh of relief, and continued eating. After eating, he decided to explore the area near the cabin, finding a wooden path near the mountains, and a lake near that. There was a set of hills by the lake, and Jack kept this fact in mind as he continued exploring. As the sun started to go down, Jack wanted to spice things up, and so decided to not only scale those hills, but ski down them. He wasn't the most skilled skier, but he had skied hills like this before, so he thought it would be simple.

It was a stupid plan, but Jack loved the risk. He went back to his room to get his gear, and decided it would be best to go shirtless, wanting to feel the cool air directly on his skin. Scaling up the hill, Jack already felt his muscles become sore, as he underestimated how high up the hill went. As he got to the top, he began to realize just how steep this hill was, but he had to make it back down regardless, and so with a shrug, he began skiing down. Snow washed over him, and as he began to gain speed, he started to lose control of his footing. With his muscles close to giving out, he found it harder to maneuver around the many obstacles in his way. In an instant, he tripped over a rock hidden under the packed snow, and was sent flying. The snow was much deeper than he thought, and now he was trapped. Unable to move under the thick snow, and having neglected to bring his phone with him, Jack began to truly understand how screwed he was.

He called out for help, hoping someone, anyone, was still outside at this time. With each minute that passed, it would seem as if nobody would come for him, and hopelessness settled in. Just as the last bits of warmth left his body, he would feel arms surround him. In a state of confusion, Jack had thought this was truly the end, and he was being lifted to the afterlife. As he was brought above the snow, his rescuer became clear, it was Tristan. "Why did you come here alone?" Tristan asked. "I just wanted to ski down the hill." Jack would respond shamefully. Before the two walked back, Tristan took off his sweater and gave it to him, revealing his muscular body underneath. "Thank you." Jack said, as the sweater warmed up his chilly body. A blush came over his face as he tried not to look at Tristan's shirtless body.

As their silent walk back to the cabin drew to a close, Jack decided to make one more risky move for the night. Reaching a hand to Tristan's chest, he looked up at him, and said, "I'm still feeling kinda chilly, but I know a way we could both warm up." Tristan looked down, his gaze piercing straight through Jack. Wordlessly, Tristan began kissing Jack, to which he returned the favor. Jack's cold lips warmed up quickly as the heat of their kiss started a fire in him. Tristan lifted Jack up effortlessly, and Jack wrapped his legs around his waist, anchoring their two bodies together. Countless kisses would be exchanged as the two approached Tristan's room. With the door slightly open, Tristan backed into his room, and Jack would close the door behind him, locking it as well.

Now in the comfort of Tristan's room, desire had overtaken both of them, with kisses no longer being enough. As Tristan's bulge became more prominent, Jack released himself and pulled Tristan's sweatpants down. His tongue explored every inch of his cock, only releasing to get air. Jack felt Tristan's hands move to the back of his head, and before he knew it, Jack's head was being thrust into Tristan's dick. Choking on it, Jack resisted the urge to gag, as he felt his throat being filled with cock. Precum dripped from Tristan's tip, and Jack licked it clean, smiling at him.

With the two finally making it on to the bed, Tristan stuck his cock into Jack's hole, to which he winced as each inch entered him. While Jack was already filled, Tristan was only halfway in. "Fuck, that's only half?" Jack said, his face now flush with heat. Tristan replied, "You said you wanted to warm up, I'm just giving you what you want." With that, he thrust into Jack, shoving the rest of his cock into him. A loud scream almost escaped Jack's mouth, but he stifled it by biting his lip. He felt it up to his chest, and each thrust put him closer and closer to the edge. The friction had caused his hole to burn up, but the heat was comforting, warming him up even more. Tristan felt down Jack, laying burning kisses all over him, to which Jack released gasps and moans in response, a clear indicator of his pleasure. With both wanting release, Tristan would position Jack’sbody perfectly with his, and as thrusts and kisses mixed, both bodies tensed in unison, as cum filled up Jack's hole. At the same time, Jack came as well, splattering it right onto Tristan's chest. Jack licked it up as well, still burning hot. The two settled in the bed, neglecting to clean up as exhaustion and warmth washed over them.

The next morning, the two would emerge from Tristan's room, hair still in shambles from the events of last night. Donovan was still in the house, and, noticing the two coming out at the same time, gave Jack a knowing smile. From then on, Jack would rarely return to his room after that, with him only going up to change. He now had Tristan to keep him warm whenever he wanted, and the two were barely seen out of Tristan's room. The rest of the trip went excellent for him, as he finally decided to go up the mountain, accompanied by Tristan, of course. Jack felt that he was on top of the world, and it was much better with Tristan being on top of him.

[melonminnie]

Part 2 of I became Villain's family x reader plzzz......

YANDERE! VALENTINE FAMILY X FEMALE! READER

(platonic)

DESCRIPTION<3 : After taking arias sister home Tristan gains a sudden liking to the girl not wanting her to leave his side and slowly the others started noticing it too, Lloyd took notice and wanted to see why his father took an interest in her,He found out very soon (PT1) (PT3)

WARNING!:SPOILERS for the end at season one and the beginning of season 2!

AUTHOR NOTE: Thank you for requesting!! Ps a lot of grammar mistakes!!This is pt2 you can find part 1 on my page! Tell me if u want part 3! This got reply long

When Tristan came home with a kid that oddly looked like aria,Everyone besides Lloyd aria and the other members of the family knew that she was arias sister.

In the moment aria saw her she smiled and ran up to y/n and Tristan, She wished she could break the facade she had on how she couldn’t speak to speak to the pink haired kid.

But what surprised aria is when Tristan suddenly hid the face of her sister,She stared at the man confused.

“Isn’t that my sister why’s he getting so overly protective?” She question herself before observing her sisters face, She looks as confused as she is.

aria quickly scribbled on a peace of paper “can I see my sister?” The much older man laughed before replying “maybe tomorrow” he smiled enjoying what’s happening.

After the small interaction Aria was going to express anger,But he walked off leaving no room for conversation.

Leaving a angry Aria and confused Lloyd, “What does he find interesting in your sister?” He questioned aria turned her head “Obviously because she’s the most cutest!” She thought, Which Lloyd heard.

“I didn’t get to see her face so how would I know?” He thought before walking off.

A few days had passed and Aria was getting frustrated each day, All she wanted was to see her sister!,But whenever she would go out and see her she’d get told “she’s too busy”or “the duke is with her”.

Aria was getting fed up, her sister meant a lot to her and she had been waiting for months to finally see her, She understood how she was a little busy but to her she knew her sister more then anyone ever.

so she conducted a plan, First she’d sneak out at night,Then she’d wait why’s Lloyd in front her bedroom.

“Lloyd what are you doing?” She questioned, Clearly weirded out because didn’t he say he didn’t want to see her beloved sister?.

The black haired man turned around a little embarrassed by getting caught, “I wanted to see what’s the fuss over your sister look” he said sounding annoyed (he wasn’t), He grabbed her arm and pushed her in front of the door and peeped threw the door.

Threw the peep hole, Aria could see her little sister still awake walking around the room,She was wearing a light blue nightgown that was way too large on her.

Without contemplating she quickly opened the door,Lloyd freaked out “wait what the hell are you doing” he quickly grabbed her arm again.

“Going inside?” She spoke “Come one just this once! We won’t get caught” she pleaded.

He sighed before agreeing,The door swung open, and the much tinier girl swung her head almost terrified before she smiled brightly.

Aria ran up to her sister with Lloyd following behind, She quickly picked her up and hugged her “Y/NNNN!!!” She squealed, “ARIAAA!!!” The girl did the same hugging her sister tighter.

“Do you like it here?” Was the first thing aria asked, “yes yes! But I wish I could see you more” she mumbled the last part.

Y/n turned her face to Lloyd who looked slightly annoyed, “who is that?” Y/n asked hiding behind her sister leg when she noticed him, “this is my husband Lloyd” she pointed at him.

He scratched the back of his head before aria told him telepathically to greet her, “Ah um hi?” He said almost questioning what he was saying.

“Hi!!!” She smiled happily, Walking toward him he kneeled down to her level.

“You look like the man that man with long hair” She exclaimed, oh she’s talking about Tristan, “I’m better then him” He blurted, Aria shot daggers at him.

“Can I pick you up?” Lloyd asked, It took aria by surprised, The girl swung her arms around Lloyd’s neck and he picked her up and stood up.

“Why’s your sister so light, I might drop her” he said almost threading in some way, Aria ran up to him “Don’t”.

“Y/n do you think I’m better then the long haired man?” He questioned, “Yes!!” She replied not understanding why he was asking.

“ really?” A voice came out from behind, All of the three people turned white as they turned around, “Y/n do you think my son is better then me?” He asked again walking towards.

It was very clear who it was ,Tristan valentine, “you really like testing my patience don’t you?” He grabbed the child easily from Lloyd’s arms making him upset.

“Didn’t I tell you to change and come to my room why are you still here?” He glared at Lloyd only, he stared at the kid in his arms “My son isn’t better then me” he stated as if it was a matter of fact.

“Next time you tell your sister your better then me your marriage will meet its end” he threatened.

“Wait what do you mea-”

“SISTER?” Aria screamed almost, “Sense when?” She asked almost upset “she’s still your sister and your still my daughter don’t worry” he said lazily before exiting the room

[autumnscribbles]

drunk in love | brad simpson

request: can u do a cute brad imagine where reader and him r good friends and are at a party, hours after hanging out with their own circles brad goes to reader who is drunk which he finds adorable ): and takes her back to her apartment and reader asks him to stay for a bit and it’s just really cute you can see how down bad they are for each other but also how much they care :( just a lot of wholesomeness and fluff <3 

warnings: drinking

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you to the lovely person who sent this request! I absolutely loved writing it!! I hope you guys enjoy it! i’m loving all the requests you beautiful people are sending :))

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You threw back another shot, scrunching up your face as the liquid burned your throat. You shook your head quickly with your eyes shut, trying to shake the feeling. Your friend, Bella, stood beside you, laughing as she watched your reaction to the tequila shot.

“What?” you asked. “You know I hate tequila.”

“Yet you’re still drinking it,” Bella laughed, nudging you playfully.

Your other friend, Vinnie approached, passing you a solo cup with a mixed drink he made for you. You had no idea what it was, but you sipped it anyway.

“Just rum and coke,” he reassured you as he watched you examine the cup before taking a sip.

“Thanks cutie,” you grinned, drunkenly walking over to Vinnie and hugging him.

You finished the rum and coke quickly, and Bella grabbed the empty cup from you, laughing as she set it down on the kitchen island.

“Hey, what are you doing?” you slurred, reaching for the cup. “I wasn’t finished!”

“It’s empty, baby,” Bella said, stroking your hair as she laughed at you.

You got another drink and decided to walk around, swaying to the music as you made your way around the room. The drinks were definitely hitting now, and you once again had the feeling of the room spinning around you. You reached out for the wall beside you, trying to regain your balance as you laughed to yourself.

“You’re so drunk,” you giggled.

Without knowing how you got there, you were sitting on the ground. You shut your eyes, letting the room spin as the music pounded in your ears. You suddenly felt a presence beside you, and opened your eyes to find Brad sitting beside you. Brad and you were good friends, had been for a long time, and you found yourself wondering why it took so long for you to find him here.

“Bradley!” you shrieked, resting your head on his shoulder as he sat next to you on the ground.

“Hey y/n,” he laughed.

“Are you drunk?” you asked loudly. “I’m drunk I think.”

“I think you are, too,” he laughed, smoothing down your hair after you sat up again. “I’m sober though.”

“Oh you’re no fun,” you slurred, pushing his shoulder playfully. You caught yourself staring at his mouth. The amount of times you imagined those lips touching yours was probably unhealthy. After years of friendship and trying to ignore your feelings, you still couldn’t help but want him as more than a friend.

You shut your eyes again, needing to stop staring at him. You rested your head against the wall and began humming along to the song.

“Let’s dance!” you shouted, trying to stand up quickly and falling back over. Brad laughed, helping you stand up on your own two feet.

He couldn’t stop staring at you, finding your goofy drunk self possibly the most adorable thing he had ever witnessed. You grabbed him and began spinning him around, your grin beaming as you guys danced together. Connor, James and Tristan joined, and you found yourself dancing with them as well. Through your friendship with Brad, you and the other boys became close as well.

The night progressed, and despite your better judgment, you continued to drink. Bella found you again, worried about you.

“Where did you go?” she asked. “I was looking everywhere.”

“I was just dancing,” you giggled. “But I don’t feel so well after all that spinning.”

“Let me take you home,” Bella and Brad chimed in at the same time.

“I-uh, I really don’t mind, Bella,” Brad muttered. “I haven’t had anything to drink.”

“Sure, Brad,” Bella grinned, aiming it towards you. She knew the feelings you had for Brad. “Thanks so much.”

Brad grabbed your arm gently as he guided you through the crowds of people, trying to get to the door. He took you to his car and helped buckle you in before hopping behind the wheel. The ride home was fairly quiet, as you were trying to not be sick. You rested your head against the window and felt your eyes fluttering shut, the world around you still spinning.

You opened your eyes to the cool breeze, adjusting your vision for a second before realizing Brad was carrying you into your flat.

“Hey,” he smirked when he saw your eyes open. “I tried not to wake you.”

“That’s okay,” you mumbled. “My keys are in my purse.”

He passed it to you and let you fumble through the belongings, finally grabbing the keys opening the front door. You kick off your shoes and find yourself grabbing the wall for balance again.

“Come, let’s get you to bed,” he says gently as he shuts the door behind him. He helps you along, down the hall and into your room where you can finally lie down. You needed this.

“Brad?” you said quietly, looking at his soft brown eyes.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“Can you stay for a bit?” you asked, feeling embarrassed the second the words left your mouth.

“Of course,” he replied, the soft smile you loved so much spreading across his face. “How about I make you a tea, and you can get changed into something more comfortable?”

“Sounds great,” you smile.

He leaves the room, and you grab your pyjamas and begin trying to put them on. You can’t help but laugh at yourself again as you struggle so intensely to put on two pieces of clothing. The alcohol was still coursing through you, but you felt a sense of calm wash over you as Brad came back in the room, setting the tea down on the night stand.

“You can lie beside me,” you say, patting the bed beside you. He climbs on, not getting too close to you and staying over the duvet.

“Actually, would you mind getting my makeup remover? This stuff is suffocating my face.”

He lets out a loud laugh before hopping up and finding it for you. He watches you as you take your makeup off, noting to himself that you’re even more beautiful without it. He forced himself to tear his eyes from you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Instead, he occupies himself from gently taking the garbage from you and throwing it out, wanting to make things easier for you. He could tell you were still drunk, and he still found it adorable.

You let your head hit the pillow, turning over to face Brad. His soft curls fell perfectly, and you wanted to reach out and touch them. To touch his face, to kiss him. You couldn’t, though.

“Brad?” you say, getting him to turn and face you.

“Mhm?”

“I think you might be my favourite person,” you admit, the alcohol making you say things you’d normally be too scared to say.

“You’re my favourite person too,” he says in almost a whisper.

You take a sip of your tea, thanking Brad for making it, and for staying. 

“I’d do anything for you,” he smiles in response, reaching his hand out to rest on top of yours.

Before you could rethink your judgment, you find yourself getting closer to him, pressing your lips against his. He freezes for a moment in shock before kissing you back, his hands cupping your face. It doesn’t last too long, and you pull away, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

“I-I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” you stutter, avoiding eye contact.

“Hey, hey,” he tries to calm you. “I liked it.”

He kisses you softly again before letting you lie on the pillow. He lowers his body slightly so he’s facing you. Your smile is quite possibly his favourite sight in the world. Knowing he was the cause of it this time made his heart explode.

“Brad?” you asked, eyes still shut.

“Yeah, y/n?” he asks, giggling slightly at the way you keep saying his name before telling him something.

“I think I might be in love with you,” you confess. “And I think I have been for a long time.”

He heard the slowing of your breathing, and a soft snore escape your lips. You had finally passed out, but not before telling him something completely life changing.

“I’m in love with you too, y/n,” he whispers before tucking the blanket over you.

[eveningstxrr]

hii!! i love ur account so much<33 could i request a lancelot x reader where reader is meliodas and elizabeth’s child and her, tristan and lancelot have a sleepover and lancelot and reader end up cuddling eachother? tysm<3

✮ ˛˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ✮ ˛˚

synopsis: the tristan platoon are supposed to be having a sleepover together, and as the prince’s younger sibling, naturally you’re invited to join them. however, lancelot is there too and he makes it his goal to get on your nerves. but, there’s nothing a good cuddle can’t fix!

content warning: fluff, ooc lancelot since he’s relatively new to me, reader is tristan’s younger sibling, lance and the reader bicker a lot.

author’s note: i’m glad you enjoy my content, thank you for this request anon!! i hope it’s up to your taste!! like i said, lance is new to me so he might be a bit out of character, but i really enjoyed writing for him!!

word count: 2.4k

✮ ˛˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✮ ˛˚

IT’S A FAIRLY NORMAL DAY IN LIONES, you’re out and about doing your normal royal duties which consists of assisting the villagers, dropping off some weird magical artifacts and herbs for hendrickson, assisting more villagers. you know, the usual. by the time you’re finished with all your duties, it’s dusk and you’re covered in grime and sweat.

you wave goodbye to the nice family you were helping out before mounting your horse alexander to head back to the castle, your pace is much slower than what you usually go by. you want to get home as soon as possible to take a nice long bath and get something to eat, sure, but at the same time, you longed to watch as the sun descended behind the clouds. it’s not everyday you get to do that with how busy you are nowadays.

your mind wanders as you ride. you take in the cool breeze, shivering when the wind blows a little too harshly. if you catch a cold neither your mother nor your older brother would let you hear the end of it. they’d baby you ‘till you can no longer stand it.

speaking of your brother, you wonder what he’s up to. ever since he was officially established as a knight of the apocalypse, you’ve barely seen him. he’s either out doing one thing or the other with his platoon or training to get stronger.

truth be told, you miss being able to do runs like these together. you sigh sadly as you recount the times you guys would prolong your outings to get some snacks or watch the sun set, sometimes you guys would wait ‘till the sky is filled with nothing but the twinkling stars. your father would always give you both an earful but he gave up after a while seeing as it was reoccurring. it became routine. but now, you can barely say good morning to tristan, sometimes you don’t see him for days on end. it’s lonely but you don’t want to express that empty feeling, he’s busy enough as is. you’ll just spend your days playing with the children of the village to pass time.

as the castle comes into view, you slow down even more, taking your sweet time before you’ll have to depart from your beloved steed. “welcome back, your highness,” the guards at the castle’s entrance greet as you trot in. you wave to them as you hop off alexander's back, leading him over to the stables where the horse tender takes him off your hands.

you stretch, popping your back and shoulders as you walk down the large halls of liones castle, heading up to your room to take a quick bath. by the time you’re out and ready to relax, the sun is out of view and the moon has begun to peek out from the horizon. “the days seem to be going faster now,” you mummer, “winter is closely approaching.”

you shut the door to your room behind you as you make your way to the kitchen. your stomach had been growling throughout your bath and the maid helping you had left to prepare something as per your request. as you draw near to the grand kitchen, you hear hushed whispers and little squeals which elicits a raised eyebrow of curiosity.

you peek into the kitchen, and lo and behold, your brother and his platoon are there all dressed in comfortable pyjamas as they gather some snacks. your snacks. you love your brother, you really do, but nobody takes your snacks.

“i’m gonna whoop his—“

“what’re you doing, y/n?”

you let out a screech, your soul almost leaving your body. you turn back to face the person who’d come up behind you, and your eyes meet lancelot’s ruby ones. he looks down at you, his arms are crossed over his chest, and he has an eyebrow raised in his typical sassy fashion.

“lancelot, you scared me…” you huff out, standing up straight. you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. this is not a good look for you.

“you should’ve heard me coming up behind you. don’t tell me you’ve been getting sloppy with your perceptive skills, your highness,” he leans closer to you, getting far too close for your liking.

“of course not! i was just… preoccupied,” you lie through the skin of your teeth, turning your head away to stare into the dimly lit hallway. lancelot says nothing in response, but gives you a teasing smile in return.

“sure, princess. sure.” he obviously doesn’t believe you. he pats your shoulder and walks into the kitchen, his hands in his pockets and back hunched in terrible posture just like his dad. god these two are so alike.

“princess y/n!” isolde squeals in delight, engulfing you in a warm hug the minute you step into the kitchen. you can’t help but grin when she scoops you into her arms, holding you off the floor to nuzzle her cheeks against yours. isolde gives the best hugs, hands down.

“hey, isolde. long time no see, eh?”

from the corner of your eye, you see jade waving to you and next to him is chion who just gives you a stare before turning his attention back to your older brother. typical.

“y/n! when did you get back?” tristan is quick to give you his own hug when isolde sets you back onto your feet. you wrap your arms around him and take a moment to relish in his warmth before answering his question.

“about an hour ago. i was in the bath.”

your brother hums in response, giving you a squeeze before he pulls away. “we were about to have a sleepover, would you like to join us?”

a sleepover, huh? that explains the pj’s and the snack theft. but, it sounds like a nice way to unwind. why not? it wouldn’t hurt, right? you follow after the tristan platoon and lancelot as you all make your way to your brother’s bedroom, the site for the sleepover tonight.

“i’m surprised you stuck around, lance,” you look towards the blonde who scratches his nape, heaving a sigh at the nickname. he doesn’t dislike it, really. he finds the intimacy in nicknames quite comforting, but when you call him that, he gets all nervous and jittery. he hates that feeling, it’s too out of character for him.

“didn’t i tell you not to call me that?”

you let out a huff at his comment. he should know by now that you’ll use every opportunity you have to annoy him. “aw but, lance,” you make sure to stress the name, silently snickering when he side eyes you, his face bearing an exasperated expression. “i’ve been calling you this since we were in diapers! why does it matter now?”

lancelot rolls his eyes at you, your shit eating grin serving to piss him off further. however, he makes no move to speed up his walking pace, it’s not like he’s actually mad at you. a little annoyed, sure, but, you’re the only one in the group he can actually stand so he might as well swallow the teasing. “cram it, princess.”

you let out a fake gasp of offence, dramatically placing your hand onto your chest. “lancelot! how vulgar!” you hear tristan snicker as lancelot lets out a loud groan in response to your antics.

when the lot of you finally reach the prince’s bedchamber, jade is quick to run in and flop onto the big mattress, sighing in content as he practically melts into the cotton. you follow suit and cuddle up to one of the pillows. the familiar smell of lavender immediately engulfs you and fills your senses, bringing back nostalgic memories that run as far back to your toddler days.

you clutch the pillow tight, thanking whatever deity that’s out there for allowing you this chance. they must have taken pity on you when you were reminiscing earlier and granted this opportunity. when the space beside you dips, you look over to see lancelot and notice how he still has his shoes on, not caring if the white bed sheets get dirty because of them.

“how crude of you to get on the bed with shoes on. dirty shoes no less.” lancelot’s left eye twitches at the jab you’d made. you’re seriously making him contemplate not being as nice to you as he normally is. so much for being the most tolerable one of the group.

“i suggest you watch what you say to me, princess,” he folds his arms over his chest, kicking off his shoes nonetheless. you cringe when they hit the wall with a thunk.

“what will you do if i don’t, hm, lance?” you egg him on, shooting him a pointed look. he scoffs at you.

“you really want to find out, princess?”

“alright, you two, no more fighting!” isolde scolds from her place at the foot of the bed, her cheeks puffed out in a pout. tristan nods in agreement.

“isolde’s right, we’re here to have fun and relax. put your bickering aside for tonight, please?”

you and lancelot side eye each other but grumble out your respective affirmations. tristan smiles at your compliance.

“now, let the fun begin!!”

remember when you said that partaking in this sleepover wouldn’t be a bad thing? yeah, you take that back. wanna know why? lancelot made it his mission to annoy you tonight.

you’re playing hide and seek? he’s making sure to scout you out first. you’re playing card games? get ready to lose five times in a row. it’s like he gets off at your misery. maybe you should ask his mom to teach you how to conceal your thoughts because this is just getting ridiculous.

“aaaand, i win, again! you really suck at this, princess,” lancelot gives you a smug smirk and it takes all your self restraint to not jump over the table and start brawling with him, but you’d probably lose at that too, so you just pout in annoyance instead.

“that’s just by luck, don’t get cocky!”

“mhm, sureeeeee.”

sensing that your patience has thinned considerably, tristan is quick to intervene. you really might start a fight with lancelot and that’s the last thing you all need. meliodas would definitely give you an earful about how “you need to conduct yourself with decorum,” even though he acts the exact same when your uncle ban pisses him off.

“how about we head to bed? it’s gotten really late,” the silver-haired prince smiles, already packing away the cards.

“oh come on, what’s one more round? the princess seems to be dying for another rematch.”

lancelot disregards the glare you send his way, your brother sighs. “y/n, do you want to play one more round?”

you see a flicker of pleading pool in his different coloured eyes and shake your head. you’ll get lancelot back at your own time, you guess.

“aw, scared i’ll kick your ass again, your highness?”

“shut the fuck up or i’ll shove those cards up your ass,” you hiss at him.

“oh, yeah? how crude of you to speak in such a vulgar way, princess.”

your eye twitches in response to his teasing and isolde is quick to hold you back from doing something you would most definitely regret when morning comes.

“that’s enough! to bed, both of you!”

you pout when tristan takes on a scolding tone of voice, grumbling about how lancelot started it. the man in question just shrugs. if all he had to do was annoy you to get so many cute reactions from you, he might as well make it into a habit. you already do this with him everyday, surely you can take what you dish out.

finally, you all settle into the king sized bed all ready to fall asleep, but there’s one tiny problem. lancelot is right behind you, breathing down your neck. when isolde suggested you all cuddle up on tristan’s bed, you didn’t mind being squished together with your childhood friends and your older brother, but having lancelot behind you was not ideal. it’s not like you hate him or anything, really, you don’t. it’s the opposite actually. you like him, that’s the problem, and you fear that he can hear your heart palpitating or he can hear your thoughts spiralling out of control at how close he is. you can feel his warmth bleeding into your skin. he’s so, so warm.

“can you please stop thinking so loud, princess? it’s hard to get some shut eye when all i hear is how warm i am.” your soul almost leaves your body when lancelot whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. you want to crawl into a hole and die there.

“…sorry.”

lancelot can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes him and wraps an arm around you. he leans in close enough to give you a teasing peck on your neck, fully aware of how sensitive you are. “go to sleep, princess.”

gosh, now there’s really no hope for you.

“aww, they’re so cute!!”

“shh… don’t wake them!”

you’re pulled out of your peaceful slumber at the hushed whispers around you. what the hell are the yapping about so early in the morning?

“shut your traps,” you hear lancelot’s voice come out in an annoyed grunt and feel his arms tighten around you. hold on, his what tightened around you?

your eyes flutter open and you see that you’re pressed against his chest, giving you a front row seat to the ethereal sight of the sun illuminating his face just right. wow, he really is a fairy. it’s not fair how beautiful he is, especially so early in the morning.

“like what you see, princess?”

when your eyes meet his ruby ones, you feel as if you’ve died and reached heaven. he grins down at you. you were too busy admiring him that you couldn’t even say anything back, huh?

“good morning to you too, i guess.”

you’re snapped out of your daze and push him away, quickly getting up and making up some half assed excuse before running out of the room. isolde chases after you, fully set on teasing you while the others, with the exception of chion, try to make sure the both of you don’t wake up the entire palace. lancelot chuckles, the image of your flustered face will forever be in the back of his mind. yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

@𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐗𝐑𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

[sama-not-sam]

SAMA ALI ( AIYSHA HART ) is a THIRTY-TWO year-old UN POLITICAL AFFAIRS OFFICER in GENEVA, SWITZERLAND. They were brought under Richard’s care when they were only THIRTEEN years old. They are known as THE AMBITIOUS because they are ASSERTIVE but also COMPETITIVE. Let’s see what choice they make regarding the fate of Woodrow House.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Sama Ali Nickname(s): n/a, call her Sam at your own risk Date of Birth: born 1972, exact date of birth unknown; birthday celebrated October 30 Age: 32 Occupation: Political Affairs Officer for the United Nations Current Residence: Sama has a small apartment in Geneva, that she usually rents out. Her job requires her to travel frequently and for extended periods of time, but Geneva is, technically, her home base.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: black, straight, shoulder length Eyes: dark brown Height: 5’9” Notable Features: high cheekbones, heavy eyebrows

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR:

Strengths: assertive, determined, pragmatic, resilient Weaknesses: competitive, single-minded, reticent, show-off Quirks: Sama has a bad habit of checking her watch when she’s bored or frustrated, and she’s never without it, or her Blackberry. She walks very quickly, for no reason other than to get to where she’s going that much faster. She will also speak for others, especially people she knows well, if she feels like they’re not answering quickly enough, or if they pause and seem to be searching for words. Her default stance when standing is her feet in third position and her hands in front of her as in first position, muscle memory left over from her years of ballet. Vices: Card games; not for gambling, she generally dislikes games of chance, but more for the thrill of winning. Suppressing emotions; Sama would probably cease to function if she was ever forced to actually look at all the feelings she ignores.

INTEREST & HOBBIES:

Interests: Poetry, feminism, global politics, ballet, The West Wing (an American political drama that she still keeps up with). Hobbies: Sama doesn’t have much time for hobbies these days, she prefers to keep herself busy with work. One hobby, which is almost a habit, that she keeps up is journaling. As a child, she journaled religiously, making sure to keep a detailed account of her life so she could update her parents when they came back for her. While she’s long since let go of that childish dream, she still journals frequently. As a result, Sama is a pen snob. Special Skills/Talents: Sama is a polyglot; fluent in English, Arabic, and French, as well as having some conversational German and Italian; she is also currently learning Mandarin. She has an admirable talent for landing on her feet, for making the best of a bad situation or snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. Some may call Sama lucky, but to do so would discount all the work she puts into getting what she wants.

BECOMING A WARD

Sama is Richard’s most famous ward, not that anyone outside of herself, Richard, and Mrs. Tristan ever knew that. In October of 1973, there was quite a stir over a baby found in Grand Central Station, initially assumed to be lost until it became clear she’d been abandoned on purpose. With no identifying information other than a name pinned to the back of her jacket, the authorities were unable to find her parents and Sama was ultimately shuffled into foster care. Think pieces and op eds will still occasionally surface about the Grand Central Girl, which Sama has a morbid fascination with. What is common knowledge in Woodrow House is this; in 1986, an essay about the foster system was submitted to Kingsbury College’s annual writing contest, and it caught Richard’s attention to the extent that he just had to meet its author. He loved telling the story of his shock and delight on discovering that the essay had been written by a 13 year old girl, despite the fact that Sama insisted she never forgave him for the discovery that disqualified her from the contest. Over the course of a summer the two kept in touch, and letters turned into phone calls and eventually became face to face meetings. It didn’t take long for Richard to decide to take Sama on as his ward, but convincing Sama to accept his offer was another matter.

LIFE AS A WARD

By the time Sama arrived at Woodrow House, she’d given up her girlish dream that her parents might come back for her and realized she would have to make them see their mistake. At 13 she was already the ambitious one, the one with big, big plans to become a household name, although she never told anyone why. She was always busy, always doing something, never making time to really build meaningful relationships. Which is not to say she was anti-social, she just preferred to socialize by crashing someone’s private tutoring, or trying out another ward’s latest extra-curricular. She loved learning new things and gaining new skills, and rarely quit before achieving a high level of competency. Woodrow was Sama’s seventh foster home, and she never really treated it as anything more than that, so by the time she got there, she knew how to carve out a space for herself, and how to defend it. She decided at an early age that she was never going to be anyone’s whipping girl, and she came on a little strong when she first arrived. Even when she realized that Woodrow House was not a typical foster home, she was still assertive, and sometimes too assertive, about her right to be there. It intimidated some of her fellow wards, but others weren’t phased by it. Regardless, she was never a warm and fuzzy person, and she never wanted to establish herself as a sister-figure.

AESTHETIC

Sama’s style icon is CJ Cregg, from the American political drama The West Wing. She’s a big fan of power suits and loose blouses, and prioritizes high quality, classic styles over seasonal trends. She eschews many of the moment Y2K styles in favor of the designs from her twenties, maintaining a sleek and minimalist wardrobe. A businesswoman to her core, her version of dressing down is a sweater set and slacks. She favors neutrals and darker colors, and generally avoids prints. She likes headbands and still wears scrunchies when she’s having a rare casual moment. She has a modest collection of subtle stud earrings that she rotates in her single lobe piercings, and are the only jewelry she regularly wears.

EDUCATION

As soon as it was permitted, Sama chose to attend a prestigious, and private, girls’ school, where she made rather more enemies than friends. She was quickly identified as a teacher’s pet and know-it-all, because the purpose of school for Sama was to learn and climb to the top of her class. When she graduated, her valedictorian speech brought many of the parents in the crowd to tears, but most of their daughters rolled their eyes. For college, Sama set her sights on Columbia University from a young age, and not even Richard’s fondness for his own alma mater could dissuade her. At Columbia, she double majored in Human Rights and Women’s Studies, but more importantly, she learned how to network with her peers, instead of alienating them. Sama welcomed Richard’s offer to pay for her undergraduate work, but when she was ready for grad school, she insisted on taking care of it herself, with a combination of grants, scholarships, and some student loans. Her last step in formal education was a JD degree in International and Comparative Law from Georgetown.

EXTRACURRICULARS

Ballet, tennis, debate, school newspaper. Sama dabbled in all sorts of extra-curriculars during her years at Woodrow House, but only a few were truly hers. Ballet was an interest that started before Richard came into Sama’s life, but her multiplicity of foster homes before Woodrow House made it difficult for her to truly commit to it, so Richard arranged for her to take private lessons in order to catch up with other dancers her age. The precision and structure of ballet appealed to Sama, as well as the fact that it was a challenge. Tennis was something she did because Alison did it, which is to say that she liked having an opponent who was as competitive as she was, and that she liked being around Alison. Debate and school newspaper were both things that looked good on her college resume, but she enjoyed them, as well, especially when she was made editor of the newspaper her senior year.

THEIR LIFE NOW

After graduating from Georgetown, Sama got a job at the United Nations headquarters in New York City, where she began steadily working her way up through the ranks. Through it all, she never went back to Woodrow House, despite it being relatively close. There was always some sort of excuse, and it always boiled down to she was just too busy. She refused to admit that there could be anything else keeping her away. She never went out of her way to keep in touch with her fellow wards, but if any of them were willing to put in most of the work, she wouldn’t ice them out, with one obvious exception. Following 9/11, it became clear that her skin color would be a detriment to Sama’s plans, and in 2002, she transferred to Geneva, wanting some distance from the rising Islamophobia in the US. She’s settled into Geneva admirably, even preferring it to New York in some ways. She remains married to her work, pursuing her goals with the same single-minded fervor that prevented her from getting more attached to her fellow wards. Work-life balance is not a concept that Sama has any interest in and, after one situationship with a coworker that ended very messily, the only thing Sama keeps separate from work is her romantic life. Not that there’s much romance in her life, Sama doesn’t really date so much as she has habitual hookups, always strictly feelings-free until someone, usually the other person, drops the ball. Whenever feelings start to get involved, Sama’s mandate is to leave before she gets left. You’d have to have her at gunpoint to get her to admit that she’s lonely, or that all of her achievements are starting to feel empty, but she’s been fighting for the approval of the parents who didn’t want her for so long, she doesn’t know how to do anything else.

TIMELINE

1972: Sama is born, probably sometime in the spring.

1973: Sama is found abandoned in Grand Central Station in New York City on October 30th. She is placed in her first foster home in early November.

1974: Sama is officially made a ward of the state when the case to find her parents is closed.

1986: Sama anonymously submits an essay about the foster system to the Kingsbury College writing contest, of which Richard is a faculty judge, in the spring. Sama and Richard meet and get to know each other over the summer. She moves into Woodrow House as Richard’s ward in late August.

1987: Sama begins her freshman year at a private girls’ school in the fall.

1991: Sama graduates from high school in the spring. She begins her first year at Columbia University in the fall, never returning to Woodrow House.

1995: Sama graduates from Columbia in the spring. She begins her first year at Georgetown Law in the fall.

1998: Sama graduates from Georgetown Law in the spring. She begins working at the UN headquarters in New York City over the summer.

2002: Sama takes a job at the Geneva branch of the UN.

2005: Sama receives the news of Richard’s passing and returns to Woodrow House.

[bambinella]

Flickers and Memories

A/N: I read the LIS comics and to say they left a deep impact on me is an understatement. I genuinly loved the story, and it's been a long time since I read something so perfectly sad. Therefore I've written a fanfic, solely to cope with them. Enjoy! Link to the comics!

Warnings: Spoilers for the ending of the Life is Strange comics!

Summary: Story takes place after the 6th comic, Settling Dust! It's been a year since Max has been reuinted with Chloe in her own timeline, yet the couple still struggles with the sadness of losing someone they love. Thankfully, them being together is exactly what they need to get through tough times.

Word Count: 3094

“Chloe? I’m home!” Max called out as she closed the front door behind her. She listened for a reply, knowing Chloe had come home earlier than her, and frowned when there came no immediate response. It was evening, and she had no idea where Chloe would have gone if she wasn’t at home.

“In here!” Chloe finally called back from what appeared to be the living room. Relief washed over Max as she made her way over to her girlfriend, smiling as she saw Chloe sitting on the purple blanket on the floor. Her smile faded as she saw Chloe’s sad expression, while staring at one of the pictures Rachel had given her. Oh.

“Hey you. You’ve been looking at those a lot recently. Are you okay?” Max asked as she sat herself down on the floor next to Chloe, leaning her head on her shoulder. Chloe huffed. Of course Max would have noticed.

“There’s no use trying to hide stuff from you, right Super Max?” She asked with a small smile, before looking back at the picture. “Yeah I’m fine, it’s just…”

“You miss her?” Max finished, gently rubbing her hand on Chloe’s back. She nodded.

“Yeah. It’s like an old wound that opened again. I’ve coped with her death for years, and it certainly was a lot easier with you by my side. Knowing that she’s alive out there, living with me in an alternate reality, has made me so happy. But at the same time it also hurts,” Chloe said with a sad smile. Max felt a stab of pain in her chest as she thought about alternate Chloe and Rachel. It had taken over two years to finally reunite with her Chloe again, but leaving the other Chloe had hurt her more than she had been prepared for. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes by merely thinking of her.

“That reminds me. Chloe, there’s something I haven’t told you yet… something I’ve been struggling with on my own since I came back, and I need your help with it,” Max admitted, making Chloe look up at her. If Max asked for help, it was something serious.

“Whatever it is, I’m here for you if you’re willing to share it with me, Max,” She said with a soft smile, taking one of Max’ hands.

“I figured it out a while ago, but… remember when we went back to Arcadia Bay, and we saw my grave in a flicker?” She asked. When Chloe nodded, she took a deep breath. “I discussed this with Tristan the other day. Flickers are mere windows that give you a view into another reality. To be able to walk through a door, into that reality, there has to be a space to walk into. Which means… which means that the reality I went to for two years was the one where Max Caulfield had died.” She concluded. Chloe’s face became pale at the mere thought of that.

“Oh Max, I’m so–” She said, yet stopped as Max shook her head.

“It’s okay! That’s not the part I’m struggling with. The thing is, in that reality I died as a kid. The Chloe from that reality suffered so much because of that, and when she finally found happiness with Rachel, I showed up again. I can’t imagine the pain I must have caused her,” Max said, hugging her own knees.

“Hey don’t beat yourself up like that,” Chloe said, wrapping her arms around Max as she hugged her tightly. “There was no way you could have known, and it’s not like you really had a choice, Max. Those flickers would have destroyed you if you didn’t take action, and you had no idea where you’d end up in the first place,” She said.

“I know that. Chloe also told me not to worry, that they had coped without me for years, and that they were able to do it again. She said that coping would be easier since she now had amazing memories of a life with me in it, and that she wouldn’t trade it for the world. And I think that’s the part that hurts me the most. I somehow always manage to hurt you by leaving you behind, no matter what reality I’m in.” Max said, leaning into Chloe’s embrace as tears ran down her cheeks. Chloe closed her eyes as she held her, gently rocking her side to side.

“Stop blaming yourself for leaving me when you were thirteen, you were a child. And definitely stop blaming yourself for dying in an alternate reality, Max.” She said, placing a kiss on her cheek before looking into her eyes. “You had no control over that. Chl– I was right. Now they have two years worth of memories with you. It might’ve hurt them a lot when you had to leave again, but that’s still priceless if you ask me. Pun intended,” She added with a smirk. Max couldn’t help but smile a little at that. 

“I miss her, Chloe. I know it’s selfish. This is my home, and you are my home, and I love you so damn much, I wouldn’t trade you for anything. I know this is where I belong, and I’m truly happy here, yet at the same time it felt like I left a friend behind. A best friend I’ll never get to see again. It doesn’t make sense since you’re literally the same person, but–”

“You don’t need to explain it, Max, I understand what you’re saying. It was a different me, but still me. Of course it hurt you leaving me behind,” Chloe said, placing a kiss on her temple. If Max wasn’t already crying, she would cry by how understanding Chloe was.

“Thank you,” Max wiped the tears from her eyes with a smile. “She knew about you, you know. Rachel. Not you from the alternate reality, but you. My Chloe,” Max said, taking one of Chloe’s hands in her own. Her girlfriend just stared at her.

“Rachel knew– did you tell her about me? About us? About what happened?” Chloe asked, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Yes. Rachel knows you loved her in this timeline too, and she knows that she… didn’t make it. I told her that you and I are together, and believe me when I say that she was so relieved to know that you’re happy here too, and not alone. That’s the reason she was so set on getting me back home in the first place, I think. Because she knew you were suffering without me, and she didn’t want that. Rachel loves you in every reality, Chloe, no matter where she is,” Max said, pulling a sobbing Chloe in for another tight hug.

“Oh Max! Oh I miss her so much!” She cried into her shoulder, and Max felt her own tears run down her cheeks again. Meeting Rachel had changed her life and they had become close friends, alternate reality or not. Friendship runs thicker than blood, after all. For Chloe to have actually spent time with Rachel in this reality, only to lose her? She couldn’t, no, didn’t even want to imagine the pain Chloe had felt, and was feeling now again.

“I miss her too, Chloe. We’re both lucky to have met her. Let’s treasure her letter and pictures, knowing that she’s alive and still loves us from far away,” Max said, brushing a hand through Chloe’s teal hair. They remained like that for a while, until Chloe pulled away from the hug with a sniffle.

“Hey Max?” She asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. She still looked sad, but not as broken as before.

“Yeah?” The brunette said while sitting up straight, looking closely at her girlfriend.

“Can you tell me more about her? About the Rachel you met?” Chloe asked with a tearful smile. Max leaned in to gently wipe the tears from her eyes with her thumb, before patting her lap for Chloe to rest her head on.

“Of course,” Max said with a smile of her own. For the next hour or so, she told Chloe everything she could think of about the two years she spent with Rachel and Chloe, from their reunion until their goodbye. They both laughed and cried at the memories, but most importantly they smiled brightly at them. Eventually the sadness faded to the background, and happiness filled in its leave. The moments Max’d shared with them were priceless indeed.

“I never met your Rachel, but the Rachel I knew definitely knew how to handle you,” Max said with a playful smile, booping Chloe’s nose. Chloe laughed at that.

“Oh yeah, Rachel knew how to handle me here too,” Chloe grinned. “That was one of the first things I noticed about her. I always thought she was prissy and stuck-up, but I was so wrong. She was one of the most badass yet also kindest people I ever met,” She said with a soft smile.

“She sounds just like you,” Max winked, gently running her fingers over Chloe’s blacked out arm.

“Oh I'm a badass for sure! That'll never change,” Chloe said with a cackle, sitting up to flex her arms while making a tough face. Since she started working at the garage she had become visibly stronger, so she had a point. Still, Max couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Bossy, sassy and badass. That’s Chloe Price for you, in every reality,” Max teased while ruffling her long, teal hair. Chloe shook her head with a giggle and swatted her hand away.

“Careful Maximus, I’m still the Captain! And ye don’t mess with yer Captain’s hair without consequences!” Chloe playfully threatened with the best pirate accent she could muster, her hand forming a claw at Max while wiggling her eyebrows. Max only smirked at her.

“And I’m still your first mate who needs to bring you down from your ego trip from time to time. I may not be Rachel, but I definitely know how to handle you too!” Max said with a mischievous grin, hooking her hands under Chloe’s arms as she dragged her towards herself. Chloe let out a squeal of laughter.

“MAHAAHAX!” She laughed, hugging herself as she sat in Max’ lap. Her girlfriend chuckled and lightly drummed her nails up and down her ribs.

“Yes my dear Chloe?” She smiled into Chloe’s neck, lightly blowing air on her skin to send her into another giggle fit. 

“Aahahahaa!! It tihihihihickles!” She cried out in laughter, her hands wrapping around her ribs to hide them. Surprisingly, Chloe wasn’t really fighting to escape at all, she just leaned against Max and laughed loudly while accepting her fate. It was almost as if she had provoked her on purpose, knowing how Max would react. The brunette smiled widely at that.

“That’s kind of the point,” She teased, placing kisses on her neck while moving her hands down to gently drill her thumbs into her hips. Chloe was sinking further and further into her embrace while laughing her heart out, a blush covering her cheeks. 

“Oohoho shihihihit! Mahahax! Max please I cahahahahan’t!” She laughed, almost fully laying down in Max’ lap at this point, yet still didn’t fight back. Max was sure of it now.

“Aww what’s the matter Chloe? Did you miss my tickles? My my, how the tables have turned~” Max teased with a wide grin, causing Chloe to blush harder. She playfully clawed at her sides, which finally made her girlfriend give in as she arched her back.

“Mehercy mehehEHEHERCY!” She wheezed, and Max stopped with a chuckle, gently patting her hand on Chloe’s side while looking at her panting girlfriend, who looked breathless but happy. She could tell that Chloe had needed a moment where she could just laugh her heart out and forget about her worries or sorrows. And they’d already had enough worries and sorrows for a lifetime, Max realized with a frown.

“I think I figured out what we need to do now,” She said, leaning in to place a kiss on Chloe’s forehead before standing up. When Chloe gave her a confused look, Max smiled and offered her a hand.

“And what exactly is that?” Chloe asked, taking the hand as she stood up.

“Chloe and Rachel didn’t help me return to my own timeline so we would mourn over them. They did it to reunite us. They’re the main reason I was able to come back home, minus Tammi and Tristan. We can miss them, but we shouldn’t let our sadness control us. We should live our lives and have fun instead. Together, just like they are doing right now,” Max said, placing a hand on Chloe’s cheek, who leaned into the touch. She stared at Max for a moment, before nodding with a smile.

“You know what Max? I really like that idea,” Chloe said, placing her arms on Max’s shoulders as she looked at her shorter girlfriend. When did she get so wise?

“There’s so many things I still want to do with you. Snuggle under a blanket in the middle of the night while looking at the stars. Dance with you underneath those same stars. Going to the beach to have a rematch for our “epic pool battle” from a few years ago. Improve my guitar skills so I can play music for you by the campfire. Have a roadtrip with no real destination in mind. There’s still so much I want to do, and I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Chloe Price,” Max said, taking a step closer to press her forehead against Chloe’s. Her girlfriend closed her eyes and leaned in to place a tender kiss on her lips, which she happily returned.

“I love you, Max. Let’s do all of those things together, and so much more,” She uttered after pulling away, placing both hands on Max’ face as she gently held her.

“I love you more,” Max said, placing a hand on her tattooed arm. Sometimes she felt like both her and Chloe were broken, but being in each other’s company was always enough to heal and get them through anything. Who needed therapy anyways, if they could simply hold each other like this. 

“And I love you most,” Chloe finished with a grin, playfully sticking out her tongue at her little ‘victory’. Max rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Do you know what I want to do most of all, right now?” She asked with a suggestive smile. Chloe felt her cheeks heat up as her eyes widened a little.

“Uhm, I–” She stammered, only to be interrupted by a pillow smacking against the side of her head. Max had stooped down and picked up the pillow she’d been sitting on earlier.

“This!” Max let out a gremlin laugh as she darted away from her girlfriend, running into their bedroom as she jumped on the bed. Chloe felt like she’d been staring a lot at Max this past hour, but she could only stare at her with a surprised smile and an open jaw. Out of all the things she had expected, this was last on the list. Max had successfully caught her off guard.

“Max Caulfield, you did NOT just smack me in the face with a pillow!” Chloe playfully growled, wasting no time as she made her way over to Max, very much looking like a predator stalking her prey. Max yelped in anticipation as she looked at Chloe with a huge grin, holding the pillow in front of her as defense. Chloe had successfully taken the bait, as expected, yet that didn’t make it any better for Max, who was about to die.

“Catch me if you can!” Max taunted playfully, getting ready to smack Chloe again. It took Chloe less than five seconds to disarm and tackle Max to the bed, tickling her until she begged for mercy. Chloe had gracefully decided to show mercy after reducing Max to a blushing and giggling mess, pulling her close to her chest. They cuddled on their bed in a comfortable silence until they were slowly falling asleep. The emotions, tears and laughter had left both of them exhausted.

“Hey Max?” Chloe yawned, fighting to keep her eyes open as she looked at her smaller girlfriend with a smile.

“Yeah Chloe?” Max smiled back, opening one eye to take a good look at the woman laying next to her. Chloe truly was her home, Max realized.

“You’ll always be my partner in time,” Chloe mumbled sleepily as she placed a kiss on Max’ hand, intertwining their fingers as she started to drift off.

“And you’ll always be my partner in crime,” Max finished with a smile, giving Chloe’s hand a final squeeze before falling into a peaceful sleep. That night she had an unusual yet comforting dream. She dreamed about Rachel and Chloe, but it almost didn’t feel like a dream, it felt like she was spectating them from afar. Her eyes shot wide open as she realized she was experiencing another flicker. This time it felt different, however. It didn’t hurt or pull at her, it simply felt as if she was looking through a window into their reality. 

She could see Chloe and Rachel cuddled up underneath a blanket in Gladys – they appeared to be in the middle of another road trip – looking at pictures from the three of them. Chloe looked sad yet happy as she held the selfie Max had taken of the two of them close to her chest. Rachel briefly tickled Chloe to make her laugh, yet even though Rachel could hide it better, Max could tell that she was sad too by the way she stared at the pictures. For a moment Max was overwhelmed by that same sadness, knowing that they missed her as much as she missed them, until she noticed a small detail that immediately filled her with joy. Both Chloe and Rachel had gotten new matching tattoos, Chloe on her left wrist and Rachel on her right wrist, and Max couldn’t believe her eyes at first as she looked at it. It was a tattoo of a polaroid camera, more specifically her polaroid camera. This time she was overwhelmed by a warm feeling as she realized what that meant.

They were never going to forget her. They were moving on with their lives, yet they would always treasure the two years they’d spent with her. Just like she was doing. And if she could somehow still visit them in her dreams, maybe their realities weren’t that far apart after all.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Legacy of Mandalore"

A Mandalorian family reunion!

Live reaction version from 2017.

I do find it hilarious that the kids are in the front seats, driving and co-piloting, while the adults are hanging out in the back.

Ezra's little, "Wait a minute." moment lol.

Nice to hear this bit of spoken Mando'a.

Chopper banging on the outside of the Phantom II with his manipulators lol.

Remember what I said last rewatch about how the two of them develop into co-protagonists? Part of that seems to be that they start spending more time in the cockpit together. :)

~Under cloud, beneath the stars... over snoooooooow one winter's morn.~

*ahem* Pardon me there, visiting Krownest always puts those lyrics in my head.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The snow clumps being shaken off the tops of the trees as they're passing.

"Don't worry, I'll play nice."

Ah yes, one of the parts of the episode that almost seems like it's playing Ezra off as Sabine's "problem boyfriend" that she's bringing home to meet mom and dad. <3

So it was definitely the Supercommando armor that set Ezra off.

I do not know what it is but Disney has been pulling some really weird shit regarding age order of siblings lately, Tristan does not look like he's the younger sibling at all.

Also Isabella and Luisa should be totally switched around, c'mon.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How their feet actually sink into the snow with realistic weight and powder compression.

Love the design of the Wren stronghold. Very Modern Architecture.

I love him. <3

Takes Sabine promising that the lightsabers will be safe before Ezra decides to give his up. (And yet later in the climax he doesn't even hesitate to throw it to her, aaaaaah!)

Don't mind me, just appreciating the design of this place.

Ursa sounds an awful lot like Fenn "I made a deal with the Empire to survive" Rau here. I doubt the parallels aren't deliberate.

So I guess the takeaway lesson is don't make deals with the evil empire because it will always screw you over.

*whispers* If no supposed to ship why have Ezra being adorkable towards Sabine's brother just like Kanan was adorkable at Hera's father?

Really can't get over the scenery in this episode it's so soft and pretty.

Ursa was so ready to be impressed that her babygirl kicked Maul's ass and so disappointed when that wasn't the case lol.

Does seem like Sabine had a difficult childhood even before the whole Dutchess fiasco. Maybe that was why she decided to go to the Imperial Academy in the first place? Who knows.

My genre-savvy called a lot of the beats this episode, which made it just a smidge predictable for me the first time around.

Not gonna lie, Rau sneaking through the complex is actually kind of hilarious.

I'll bet Alrich painted that for her. :)

Ngl, the dialogue in this scene is just a bit weirdly written, I dunno what it is but it bugs me.

Ezra's so proud that Sabine kicked Gar Saxon's ass lol.

Underappreciated Papa Wolf Kanan moment: Shielding Ezra from the guardsman's blasters.

You know I don't wonder why Sabine latched onto the Ghost crew as her new family, high-ranking Mandalorian clans seem overly obsessed with prestige.

Tristan is a blabbermouth lol, still can't get over that.

Oh man this expression. She must feel like she's relieving her family's disowning all over again.

*chanting* Don't make deals with the devil, don't make deals with the devil.

Saxon is a master at finding loopholes isn't he?

I don't think this brief fakeout from Tristan was necessary, I think he should have just immediately turned guns on Saxon from the beginning.

Nice to hear Sabine's theme in the score tho.

LOLOL IT STILL CRACKS ME UP HOW FENN RAU JUST BURSTS THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW ALL, "SURPRISE, BITCHES!"

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This moment made the episode for me.

Zero hesitation, complete trust and faith. He loves her so much omg.

Oooooh a nice rendition of the Force Theme here!

(Told y'all it became a running gag.)

Problem boyfriend so worried. <3

Sabine's theme is in french horns now, it sounds like. This iteration of the theme is less mournful and more action-oriented, with flute trills and timpani percussion.

The cracking ice is mostly symbolic I think. I did worry at the time of airing if someone was going to wind up falling in.

Sabine using basic lightsaber positions like Kanan and Ezra taught her. <3

...Was it implied that Sabine hacked off Saxon's arm there or...? Camera angle makes it difficult to discern.

I don't think it's a coincidence that Saxon winds up in a position like Dooku's or the Grand Inquisitor's in the Season One finale, lightsaber blades held crossed at their throats.

But Sabine, having been heavily influenced by the Jedi in her life, chooses mercy over revenge. The moment is even punctuated by a snippet of the Force Theme. Aaaaaaaah I love it, I love that Sabine has let Kanan's influence soak into her so much, has become so much more Jedi than Mandalorian and been made better for it.

Oh, his arm's intact, okay then.

I have... Thoughts™ about the entire Mandalorian mindset of needing chaos to become strong and refusing outside help to fight its battles and how the whole Proud Warrior Race thing so often works against them rather than for them but I'll leave them unsaid for now.

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This status quo change was honestly completely unexpected, and frankly, the episode is eons better for it.

Sabine's theme is in a triumphant key now, as she watches the Phantom II leave.

:((((

So! This episode is not nearly as good as the previous one, and it's bit predictable, as I said. It's not bad, though, and it's obviously a necessary one for Sabine's growth and character arc, and the overall Mandalorian arc. I was weirdly a little bored this time? Aside from the cute Sabezra bits and the fact that they were bold enough to change up the status quo by having Sabine stay on Krownest, I really feel like this could have been so much stronger as an episode.

Maybe if we axed one of the fillers and made this a two-parter? Idk.

The episode is still decently entertaining enough and has lots of lovely quality Sabine content for those in fandom whose primary investment is her. She gets to really shine here, and show off how far she's come as a character. Which is great.

I think at the time there was a genuine worry that Sabine was being written out of the show. I know I needed a little bit of time to process the thought of her being absent the next couple episodes. But again, they made a narrative choice and stuck with it and I admire that. So I really can't hate this episode. :)

Of course next time we're at my favorite episode of the season and the whole inspiration for an accidentally giant-ass AU that I wrote. See y'all then!

[pokeracer93]

Didn’t know that I had more ability fan kids did ya, But in a nutshell, they come from my faller Ketchum au, where Ash and Anabel both get eeby deebied from the anime verse to the game verse, this idea was originally from my Sword nuzlock of making a fan kid in game but of course the more I thought about it and no sooner after reworking and tweaking the final details it became its own AU.

Staring:

Lila Sato Ketchum; upper right

The eldest twin to her brother Leon, she energetic,enthusiastic,strong willed and a bit brash like her father, but nether the less she has the capability to befriend people and Pokemon. She currently the flying type gym leader in Hammerlock after Raihan was promoted to Galar’s newly formed elite four.

Leon Paul Ketchum; upper left

The younger twin of his sister Lila, he’s laid back, calm, headstrong, smart, and can be blunt, like his mother. Leon is a bit formal compared to his sister but has a tendency to prefer to stick to him self and his Pokemon, he currently works in the Galar league as part of the official staff, often enforcing rules and regulations, much to his sibling’s Lila and Tristan chagrin.

Kari Delia Ketchum; lower right

The overall middle child of the family and current student at the blueberry academy in the Unova region,Kari was a shut in and loner even more than her older brother. Until one day while doing solo research a space time distortion rift opened in the academy’s terrarium ,before she can react Kari fell in the rift and landed in Hisui. After some crazy shenanigans and some much needed self confidence building with her ancestor Malt Catcher Kari returned home a much different young lady now fully confident of her self and abilities.

Tristan Ayrton Ketchum; lower left

the second youngest of the Ketchums and the current champion of the Galar region *though he’s likes to keep a low profile about it.* after taking the title from both Gloria and Victor. The latter being surprisingly tougher than expected. However it always been that way similarly like his older sister he had self esteem issues,had trouble making friends,and was considered a nerd and geek by his peers especially since he and his younger brother attended the famous Mesagoza Academy. But interestingly enough he’s surprisingly a good cook in his family, Galarian curry is his specialty.

Trowa Lei Ketchum; center

And finally the youngest of the Ketchum siblings Trowa, a student of the Mesagoza Academy, he was sorted in to Naranja house while his older brother Tristan was sorted in to Uva house, a relatively quiet but curious kid mainly due to being raised in Kitakami island as the Ketchums reside there. Trowa felt a bit overwhelmed at first arriving in Paldea even when his brother was enrolled way before him but luckily for him his home room teacher Ms. Juliana was able to help him fit into the academy. How ever don’t let his age fool you he just as capable as a trainer like his siblings and parents.

[shepherdnerd]

I haven’t been sharing much online lately because May was a really sad month for my family. We had to say goodbye to our 10 year old golden retriever, Hockley, who was Tristan’s best friend. Hockley seemed to be in excellent health and was quite active and youthful for his age up until the beginning of May when he suddenly collapsed on a walk with my mom. We rushed him to the emergency vet and they discovered a heart tumor. The vet cardiologist put him on some medication that soon had him bouncing around like his old self again, and we were grateful to have a couple more weeks with Hockley at home before his heart failed. His last couple weeks were busy with all his many friends and family and neighbours visiting him and showering him with his favourite things. We all miss him so much.

On dogblr we’ve had such a terrible time recently losing so many beloved dogs. My heart goes out to all of you and it has been a sort of comfort to see everyone supporting each other through everything. I’m grateful for this community where everyone is so understanding.

Now that I’ve had some time to process everything I think I will try to come back on Tumblr and Instagram more, but first I want to make this post to remember Hockley. I don’t post about him a lot because when we got him in 2012, he pretty quickly chose to be my mom’s dog and he followed he everywhere and was very sad if he had to go anywhere without her. This worked out fine because my mom stays at home anyway so the two of them were constant companions. Hockley was a pretty perfect family dog who loved everybody. Even when he was sick, he thought it was exciting that he kept getting to go to the vet and get attention from all the staff there. Hockley and Tristan both don’t like spending time with other dogs very much, but as Tristan grew up, the two of them became very good friends. I loved that the two of them could have intense play fights and I never had to worry about any issues between them, as they communicated so well. Hockley was also incredibly patient with children and spent the last years providing emotional support for our neighbour’s kids who were struggling while being out of school during COVID. It was truly amazing that even more than the professionals who tried to help the kids, Hockley could cheer and calm them by patiently sitting with them them or letting them show off his large repertoire of tricks. He knew how to roll over, play dead, retrieve almost anything you wanted, do beautiful heeling, and he could even do a handstand on the wall. Taking him to training class when he was younger introduced me to some amazing trainers who helped me begin my dog training career. However, he was one of those great family dogs who doesn’t really need much training as he spent his time mostly lying at my mom’s feet and enjoying bits of steak and cheese when she was cooking. He loved to go to the grocery store down the street with her and he would help her by carrying a cucumber or a bar of cheese in his mouth all the way home, which always got so much attention from people passing by. The only time Hockley caused trouble was when we took him to visit my grandparents and he would get so excited to ride in the car and see them. We are very grateful that we were able to take him to say goodbye to them and all the friends he made before the end. He was the most sweet and loving dog and our home is empty without him. 

[storytellersumayyah]

usual pinned post!

it's been one year since the heartbreaker's handbook went live. and a year ago, i was still deciding whether or not i wanted to share it with the world. because sharing it meant it was real. it wasn't just mine. it was something that existed outside of a bubble.

but it was the best decision i ever made. it became a fun fact about me. it inspired further pieces of writing- side stories and companion pieces, that i never really hesitated to publish. it allowed me to talk about it as much as i wanted without feeling bad, and most of all, it made me proud. it made me happy. i wouldn't have published it had it not been for all the encouragement i received.

but now it is stocked in homes and two libraries, and it's something to celebrate.

so that's why we're here. this celebration is to make me happy. because that is what art is about. making ourselves happy, and having a release.

it'll run between july 10th and july 24th, and is also open on my instagram (also storytellersumayyah) but all the requests will still be answered here. feel free to send multiple! everything will be tagged as #thhfbp, so without further ado:

everyone:

🥀 the characters as...

🌻 a little doodle of something i associate with a character or relationship

🌼 a song i associate with a character or relationship

🌸 a random piece of information about the characters or relationship

🌺 directors cut of a scene

🍄 a song that reminds me of a character or relationship

🌹 something i want in the hypothetical television adaptation

🌷 give me a scene and i’ll tell you what could have been

💐 ask me anything about the book

mutuals (including if I know you in real life):

🌙 something that happened that i associate you with

🪐 the character you would be if i wrote someone inspired by you

☄️ a random deleted scene/something that i want to write that won’t fit in anywhere else

and if you want to participate, but don't know what to send, here's a character guide! (there are more characters, but these are the ones where's the enough to actually send things about):

tristan: the heir to the nightingale name, the most powerful of all the noble families. constantly described as a natural heartbreaker, everyone seems to forget how he was groomed to become one. but children are not robots, and the pressure of everything he wants and must sacrifice in order to do what is expected is causing him to drown.

camilla: knows why her name does not match her face. she found out she was noble too late for the school to properly did their claws in, and she did not want to be a heartbreaker. but her attempts to prove the system she so badly wants to destroy wrong only seem to reinforce that they were right.

jonathan: is also the heir to his name, and the power that it carries is the only reason he was not labelled heartbroken. his heartbreaks are a performance, and not in the good way. and there is only so much a child can play at being an adult before it all becomes too much for them.

adelaide: has always enjoyed pushing the boundaries and the system as far as she could. but it was always a joke. it was never something she really wanted to change. until it was. but she's spent her life being a heartbreaker and an heir. it's not something she's allowed to actually do.

viola: is a heartbroken who could not care less about relationships. she is determined to change the system, and she doesn't care about who gets hurt to do this. in fact, the more people who get hurt, the better. but in addition to wanting everything to change, she is sad for the people who will never get to know something different.

ellias: is a first-year student, who is already stuck in tristan's web. he always knew he would be a heartbroken, but the evidence is still upsetting. his art is the only thing holding him together, and it reveals more than it hides.

victoria: is tristan's mother, in name and nothing else. she carries the name and power of the nightingale family. that reputation comes before all else. including loving her husband and parenting her son. and she will always teach him lessons in the harshest way possible, no matter what the outcome becomes.

james: is tristan's father in all the ways he is allowed to be, which isn't many. he always knows what's really going. he never helps. he's too scared that if he intervenes, if he chooses his son, his wife will leave. that has always been his flaw. he loves his wife at the expense of his son.

mr carter: grew up in eros academy and returned as a teacher for reasons that he will never disclose. it was the place that made and broke him, in more ways than one. he knows who he is to the students. he knows that they want his validation. he will do his best to save them, but he will be awful if he thinks it's necessary. his thoughts are not always trustworthy.

stefan: is the ghost of tristan's past that haunts his every waking moment. their actions still influence him, no matter how much he tries to redefine them. with soft smiles and gentle words and loving eyes, it should have been simple. only it was life, and the entire thing went in ways the nightingales had not thought to consider.

ari: was camilla's until she told him she was leaving. and then she broke his heart (and hers with it), leaving him to pick up the pieces and do what he could. there was no anger. only a soft sort of grief. and then they found their way back to each other.

rafael: is all tristan wanted as a teenager. they meet as adults, and for that they're both grateful. it gave them time to become the right people. he is stable and gentle and romantic. they know what to say and when to be silent. and despite everything, they never stop looking at the world with love and hope.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

DAY 2: solitary confinement

Day two of Febuwhump.

@febuwhump

Mentions of drug use and prostitution 

Another glimpse into the unfortunate life that Elijah Gilbert calls 'street kid'.

Elias makes a mistake and starts to learn to adapt to a sharp change in life.

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He was stupid, so so stupid.

He knew something was off about the man, too nice a suit to be shopping for company on the streets. His eyes were to sharp on every movement Elias did, he hadn’t survived on the street since he was fourteen not to have learn how to spot a predator.

So he had turned the rich man down, and walked away.

He should have fled the city.

The man came back, offered more and Elias had turned him down again.

Still Elias hadn’t run when he had the chance.

Then the man had sent others, Elias learned to pick those who worked for the man out by the matching cufflinks on their suits. He barely escaped two thugs who didn’t want to take no as an answer.

He thought the man had given up. Then his suppliers stopped selling to him, looking at him with pity, the nicer ones with concern, it took him weeks before someone told him that someone had made it clear not to deal to him.

He told himself he was going to be strong, it was a great opportunity to get clean, withdrawal had to be better than whatever the man’s sharp, too smart glare had in plan for him.

That didn’t last as Elias crumpled like wet paper when the man, Mr. Martel as he introduced himself from the back of a too expensive car, glittering syringe dooming Elias before he was walk-run away.

He ended up in the warm dry backseat of the car that was likely worth more than anything his parents had, barely listening to the man speak and Elias fought to control his twitching hands and keep his eyes from the syringe.

“I’m Tristan de Martel, but you will call me Sir.” he managed to make himself hear before everything returned to ringing as the syringe called to him.

The man offered him the syringe and a steady supply all Elias had to do was sign the contract.

The signature was shaky. It was the first time he had written anything in years, he used to be so proud of his handwriting.

Mr Martel’s eyes never left him as he slumped back next to him as Elias let his concerns vanish in the ‘Rush’ he had been missing for weeks.

—--

When he came back down, on a large bed with thick rick blanket and fancy decoration around the room several things hit him.

Elias had signed his life, himself, over to the man he had been trying to avoid from months. Elias had very little in life and he had given all to a stranger, even if it was legal the man clearly had money and power.

Elias may not weigh much but Mr. Martel shouldn’t have been able to carry him from the car like he weighed nothing.

The most concerning part however wasn’t either of them it was what Mr. Martel had called him just before he had left him in the room, 

Elijah. That was a name Elias hadn’t used since he fled his home at fourteen.

—--

The room was locked, making it clear he wasn’t to leave. 

It wasn’t too bad when he noticed an attached bathroom including a shower. Stepping out the shower to find his clothes missing was a sharp reminder of his situation, he had let himself forget in the face of running hot water and the chance to properly wash himself.

The clothes he found on his bed didn't help him work out why Mr Martel wanted him. Good quality, neatly pressed pants and shirt and a knitted jumper. Modest.

It quickly became routine. He got used to his old clothes vanishing whenever he showered and a new set appeared on the bed.

All the clothes were new, good quality and normal. Not what he expected to be given as a whore pick up from the streets.

He was clearly being watched since every few hours he was woken by the loud noise of the door slamming to find a fresh meal on the table.

Elias didn’t shout or make a fuss, after the first few times his knocks and calls were ignored he decided to wait.

Mr Martel kept his word, as fresh clean filled syringes appeared every few days, while normally he didn’t prefer injecting it, he wasn’t going to complain.

The sharp change in his life was a little difficult to get his head around, days before his concerns were finding food and somewhere warm to sleep, now he had full meals delivered to him, throughout the day, and a large warm bed.

Unfortunately with his normal worries taken care of it just left him time to think, and overthink what was going to happen and why Mr Martel had gone through so much effort to get him. 

He tried to distract himself from his thoughts but found anything to do so was in short supply.

There were no books or anything else of the sort in the room, he had occupied himself by investigating the decoration, however he could only do that for so long before boredom started to itch as bad as the withdrawal had been. 

“Can I please, have something to do?” he asked at the door after the second week of solitude.

It was around an hour before the door handle twisted, Elias jumped off the bed to straighten up.

Mr. Martel smiled at him as he stepped into the room.

[potionboy3]

Character profile

► basics;

Full Name:  Dawn Tristan Harvelle

Birthday: 4th of June 1997

Pronouns: he/him

Sexual Orientation: bi

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor Blood Status: Muggleborn

Nationality: English

Personality type: ENFP ► personality Dawn is social and very honest. He’s the: says what he’s thinking out loud -kind of person. He has a great passion for the things he’s interested in, and easily gets lost in the moment. Dawn’s very superstitious and has a big belief in things beyond than just what the wizarding world is offering. He has a short temper and a tendency to get in trouble for stating his opinions. Dawn is most often found with people but in a way, he doesn’t like attention unless he’s the one asking for it.

► magical info;

Wand: Apple wood with a dragon heartstring core, 11 ¼ and rigid flexibility

Applewood wands were not made in great numbers. They were powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixed poorly with Dark Arts. It was said that the possessor of an apple wand would be well-loved and long-lived, an assertion supported by the fact that Garrick Ollivander often met customers of great personal charm to find their perfect match in an applewood wand. Patronus: Tiger

Male tigers are some of the most powerful cats in the feline family. Tigers are known to be highly protective and territorial, traveling great distances, including walking and swimming, to protect their homes. Dementors will not know what hit them from the back!

Patronus Memory: Singing with his mum in one of the weddings, he was a bit lightheaded but felt superior with getting over his stage fear and hasn’t been afraid of crowds ever since.

Boggart: Something reaching for him in the dark. Maybe it’s his anxiety?

 ► physical;

Faceclaim: Nathan Bouts

Eye Color: Dark brown Hair Color: Black

Height: average

► fashion;

► background;

Place of Birth: London

Home: Bristol, England

► story;

Dawn is a muggleborn wizard who grew up in Bristol. He was born to a lawyer Evan Harvelle, and to Lola Brandon, a musician with a great belief in things beyond what we see. As soon as Dawn was born, Lola knew there was something special about him. There was magic in the family history, but his mother had no idea what exactly it meant. She was delighted to find the wizarding world. His dad was more suspicious and the idea of his son being a wizard, isn’t something he’s comfortable with. His parents were never married and dated very briefly. Dawn lives with his father, but sometimes travels with his mother to different events and parties, especially during the summer. He usually works as a waiter to help out but sometimes he sings with her. Dawn too, is interested in in the esoteric and shares his mother’s passions. In school he quickly became friends with new people and learned to play quidditch with the help of John Arthur, who was the team captain at the time. He made it into the team as the seeker, after John graduated. He befriended Rocky Weasley, Jimmy Crouch and Maxim Raeburn in school and they became their own little group. To be added… 

 ► relatives;

Father: Evan Harvelle  (fc: Antonio Cupo) Dawn lives with Evan in Bristol. He grew up with his mother and only moved in to live with Evan around the time he started attending school. Evan has been busy with his work for most of Dawns life and he’s never been a fan of his sons interests and often talked against Lola’s teachings and it displeased Dawn. Evan does love his son a lot and wants the best for him in life but their views just rarely click and he’s scared of the wizarding world existing as it was never something he would have liked to find out about. He doesn’t talk about that side of Dawn’s life with him that much and tells their family and friends that Dawn just goes to a normal boarding school.

Mother: Lola Brandon

Lola was only 18, when she had Dawn. She has been in a band ever since she was a teenager. Her band performs usually in party events such as weddings and birthdays and they move from town to town in search of work. She does tarot reading on the side and has her own herb tea business that’s starting to get more popular because of the growth of social media. Lola was originally travelling with baby Dawn with her but when he started school, he moved to live with his father instead. Lola and Dawn are very close, and he often goes to near town events with her and has been working with the catering from time to time ever since he turned 14. He admires Lola greatly.

 ► relationships;

Love interest: 

Pandora Lovelace (fc: emily alyn lind, @gcldensnitch ) Pandora and Dawn are close friends who yet somehow end up often making out together. They tend to get jealous of each other and at some point they decided that it would be great idea to try dating. They were quite quick to realize that they’re better off friends and still remain close.

Quentin “Quincey” Alderly (fc: nicholas galitzine, @gaygryffindorgal )

Dawn and Quincey didn’t really know each other until year 6 in Hogwarts. Dawn being muggleborn had his own views of monarchy and he always called Quincey “the duke of Hufflepuff” to his friends and found the very thought of him annoying thinking that he is some “privileged pompous tosser”. Yet when they got to know each other better and he started to feel for the other boy and realized that he might have been wrong with judging him without knowing him.  

Bestfriend: Olympia Alderly Dawn and Olympia meet after he starts his relationship with Quincey. The two become instant friends.

Friends:  John Arthur (fc: darren barnet, mine) John and Dawn are both in the Gryffindor house and he was a token house name at the point when Dawn got in Hogwarts. They started to bond over quidditch, and John became a sort of mentor for him.

Roger Jr. “Rocky” Weasley ( fc: alex fitzalan, @magicallymalted )

Rocky and Dawn are dormmates and are both on the quidditch team. Dawn often hangs out with Jimmy and Rocky.

Barbara Katz (fc: ava capri, @gaygryffindorgal ) Barbara and Dawn are both very interested in the esoteric and get along well.

Rosa Yaxley (fc: paulina chavez, mine) Rosa and Dawn bond over their love for nature. The two often team up to examine herbs together to see which have the coolest effects on person and would suit for parties.

Jimmy Crouch (fc: federico cesari, mine)

Jimmy doesn’t much like Dawn, being close with Rocky. He finds the other boy annoying  but eventually warms up to him and even when he claims to not get along with him, he actually does consider the other as his friend.

Maxim Raeburn (fc: ajay friese, mine) Maxim is one of Dawn’s closests friends. 

Pandora Lovelace (fc:still emily alyn lind, still @gcldensnitch )

Jupiter Durand (fc: benedetta porcaroli, @cursed-herbalist ) Jupiter is Jimmy’s girlfriend who Dawn befriended by him. They both share a love for music, and sometimes write songs together and jam.

OPEN FOR MORE!!!

Allegiances: Gryffindor house, Gryffindor quidditch team, after his fourth year he plays as the team seeker

Enemies: open

► misc;

Hobbies & Extracurriculars: Quidditch, Tarot reading, loves muggle music, art, singing, playing guitar

Favourite Subject: Divination, herbology Least favourite subject: He’s not good at defence against the dark arts and struggles with charms

Professions: none as for now

[bludstaind]

(kotone furukawa, she/her, human) To ODĪRIA CHIBA, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their skills in HEALING grows a little stronger. For TWENTY-TWO years, they have survived a world of magic with both their CURIOSITY and CANDID ATTITUDE. They work by TENDING TO THE WIZARDS TOWER, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to EXPLORE THE WORLD. (ana, 25, she/her, est) 

⸺ THREADS . STARTERS . VISAGE . AESTHETICS . PINTEREST .  PLAYLIST  

hi friends! i've recently decided to do a total reboot on odiria! i lost muse for a while after an unfortunate situation outside of the dash but during my hiatus i've been reworking her from the shadows and i'm so excited to play her again! she's a litle different, and i'll try to cover any info about her here!

headcanons & tidbits

the wizards automation skeleton. in her previous life, she was a dreamshade. after facing an unfortunate and early demise, the wizard of whale island and the dimension witch created an artificial body, one that could house an immortal soul. it was an experiment, a proof of concept. neither fully living, nor fully dead, she is but a mere automation existing between realms.

in her previous life, she lived alone without family in kardia. she took on a contract with the goodmans. in return for home & shelter, she would protect their son tristan who was facing bullying. over time, however, she became more of a daughter to the family and grew quite close to the goodmans, as well as tristan in particular.

odiria is intensely curious and possesses an insatiable thirst for knowledge. from the moment her new eyes fluttered open, she spent her time studying and observing, acquiring a profound understand of various disciplines, cultures, etc. she's not naive about the world, however, her insights often have a touch of detachment, as if she's understanding everything from a step removed.

due to her detachment from certain nuances, odiria may come across as overly blunt, insensitive, or inappropriate in certain situations. she struggles to grasp the delicate dance of social interactions, and often speaks candidly when others might expect more tact.

though her physical appearance is very human, there are subtle differences in behavior and functions compared to others. while she may experience a full range of emotions, her emotional expression are different. she cannot cry tears like humans do (perhaps from past life trauma?) and yearns deeply to feel something as human as to cry. she may exhibit a shimmer in her eyes or a delicate musical chime when moved by intense emotions, however!

because of her knowledge and unique perspective, odiria has become a close advisor to the lady of the wildwoods. her advice often provides unconventional insights, helping the lady navigate complex decisions.

has a minor proficiency in healing magic, though hopes to become a jack of all trades and know a little bit about as many disciplines as she can.

has grown quite bored of being stuck in the wizards tower so much, she seeks to rebel against her current situation and gain experiences outside of the life she's lived.

has a soft spot for the strange and peculiar

has always felt a little "off" and struggles with feeling defective

the wizard and the dimension witch are, in a strange way, similar to parents for odiria

constantly bickering and fighting with the wizard, she may or may not be in a bit of a "teenage" rebellion phase, despite her age

biography

in a world where enchantment and innovation entwined like an eternal dance, there came into existence a being like no other. born of a curious experiment, she emerged as a testament to the boundless abilities of magic. as her eyes fluttered open for the first time, she beheld the visage of a mother and father of sorts.

her creation had been an ambitious endeavor, an audacious fusion of the magical arts and arcane knowledge. though her birth artificial, her essence radiated with a unique blend of enchantment and the lingering breath of an immortal soul. neither fully living nor dead, she found herself existing in a realm between realms, an ethereal tapestry woven with the threads of her creators' aspirations.

within the confines of her abode, a tower adorned with the patina of forgotten tales, she yearned for companionship and adventure. the solitude weighed upon her, like petals adrift on the wind, until fate intervened and breathed new life into her timeless days. in a twist of destiny, apprentices for their way to her father's tower, their spirits injecting vivacity into the once stagnant air.  a newfound exuberance and insatiable curiosity delighted her, igniting a dormant spark from within.

through an uncanny coincidence, she bore a resemblance to the lost love of the lady of the wildwoods, a revered figure of ancient lore. as whispers of her resemblance reached the ears of the lady, her heart stirred with a bittersweet longing and grief. drawn to her presence, the lady extended a sorrowful invitation, granting odīria the honored position of becoming one of her advisors. with a grief-stricken gaze, the lady hoped to capture fragments of her lost love in odīria's existence. a glimmer of solace in the midst of an eternal longing.

she stood as a beacon of hope, embodying boundless potential within the realm between realms, illuminating a path of shattered boundaries. yet, an ache lingers within, for completeness eludes her grasp. deep within her artificial heart, she yearns for the ephemeral, the fleeting moments of growth and aging, a life mirroring mortal existence, where experiences shape her identity and fill the void tugging at her soul.

wanted connections & plot bunnies

adventuring partner(s) - a brave and trustworthy companion to join her on her adventures as she explores the world outside of the wizards tower. perhaps they share a respect for nature and a deep urge to face that challenges that come with it! a budding friendship through a mutual love of the natural world. open to multiple!

mentor in healing - odiria wants to connect with a seasoned healer who specializes in both magical and natural remedies. perhaps a mentor of sorts that was willing to exchange knowledge or collaborate on tending to the wounded.

childhood friend - they grew up together in her previous life as a dreamshade, before she'd met the goodmans. perhaps there was a drift in the friendship and your lives went in different directions. after she'd disappeared, your character always wondered what happened. in this new life, there's in inexplicable pull towards one another. while she doesn't remember her previous life, maybe fragments of their history shows up in her dreams, providing insight and becoming a source of comfort.

ventuswill worshipper - a fervent follower of ventuswill who believes her artificial existence as an affront to the natural order. their clases could spark debates on ethics, beliefs, and the intersection between magic and technology.

also open to any smaller wcs! friends, enemies, people involved with the wizard or yuuko, romantic connections, etc!

i'm losing brain power but i plan on adding more as i think of them!

about info & stats

NAME: chiba odīria

AGE: twenty-six

GENDER: gender neutral

PRONOUNS: she/they

SEXUALITY: demisexual, questioning

RELATIONSHIP: single

FACECLAIM: kotone furukawa

HEIGHT: 161cm / 5′ 3″

HAIR COLOR: black

EYE COLOR: brown

ZODIAC: aries sun, libra moon, cancer rising

SCENT: earthy and sweet, notes of chamomile, honeysuckle, and dragonsblood. mids of clary sage and rosemary

POSITIVE TRAITS: curious, sincere, inquisitive, forgiving, empathetic

NEUTRAL TRAITS: observant, ritualistic, unusual, candid, transparent

NEGATIVE TRAITS: complicated, verbose, grumpy, impulsive, needy

[fanatichistory]

Mushroom Story Part 7

I'm so sorry I forgot about my mushroom story!!!! Holy poop!!!!!

Part 1  Part 2    Part  3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6

Tristan kept pace with the car that sped down the highway, hidden in the clouds from prying eyes. 

The chatter from the Council reported three more missing forest creatures with connections to the light of creation and one light fae who also held a connection but was just visiting with a friend and happened to get caught up in the chaos currently raging in the South Kingdom.

The Eastern Kingdom, and their Guardian, were currently at the Council Hall with the other Kings and Council members as they tried to track the chaos going on with the rogue Temple priests and priestesses. 

Tristan kept track of it all as a silent observer, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself while at the same time knowing that Zaviar and company were currently up to something at the home office and utilizing the current chaos as Tristan was in keeping his mind blank while following orders to follow the woman creature of light and keep her safe as ordered.

As they entered the city it became harder to keep track of Zaviar's car as Tristan had to climb higher in the sky, above the clouds and past the skyscrapers and out of the traffic lanes of planes to remain unseen until they finally came upon one the city's skyscrapers with a helicopter pad that allowed Tristan to land atop it.

Having the others out of sight on the city streets below unnerved him greatly. Especially with the current circumstances being what they are...

On the streets below, Devana looked out the window of the car's backseat wide eyed as the building they had pulled up to towered tall above them. So tall, that she couldn't see the top or the blinking red lights warning aircraft of its height. 

Her jaw fell open at the black metal and dark tinted windows as she wondered how he had gotten his hands on so much of the materials, let alone afford it all seeing how tall the skyscraper was when she finally remembered that he was King of the ooga boogas after all.

"It also has a helipad at the top, for those of us who fly and need the privacy in the middle of the city. But it's also used for private and business use too, so those times are scheduled with the Flight Master who lives in the apartment on the floor just below who tracks and coordinates it all. No human use allowed though, even for work, just us 'ooga boogas'."  Zaviar explained with a wide grin as he opened the door for her and helped her out onto the sidewalk.

"How do you know about my nickname for you guys? Did Aaron tattle?" She whipped a pointed a look at the friend in question and pinned him in place as he gave a nervous chuckle and held his hands up in surrender.

"He means well as always." Zaviar laughed, though anxiety was still settled in his eyes despite his rather well crafted poker face. Devana couldn't help but notice that no matter how schooled his features, how charismatic his voice, his eyes revealed his true feelings to her.

The eyes truly were windows. At least, for Zaviar in any case. 

Aaron, however, wore his heart on his sleeve so there was no need to decode his thoughts from his eyes. For a second Devana wondered what it would be like for Tristan and if they could be friends too like her, Aaron, and now the growing connection between her and Zaviar.

Though she secretly hoped for more between her and Zaviar...

"Devana, hurry up!" Aaron called as he held the door to the building. Zaviar had already disappeared inside as the hustle of the pedestrians briskly walked by as they went on their way.  

Hurrying inside with him to catch up with Zaviar and perform the ritual Mooshy gave her a crash course in on the ride over, the sun continuing to sink lower as everyone inside made the mad dash to clock out and hurry home for dinner. 

Though to be honest, the dark tint of the windows made it seem a little later than it was. 

But, thanks to the lighting being a bright amber, it was as if day in certain places inside while remaining dark twilight in others as Aaron lead her through the maze of offices to the elevator where Zaviar awaited them.

"Finally." His foot was tapping, the only indication to them that he was growing impatient.

"Sorry we're not super fast." Aaron teased lightly while they both panted from the brisk walk while trying to not draw attention, pointing out the fact that they were both human and simply went as fast as humanly possible through the office to catch up with him. 

Zaviar's eye's softened a touch at the reminder, the foot tapping ceased, but his face otherwise remained the same.

The elevator dinged and opened it's doors, allowing them to pile inside as Zaviar pressed the button for his office home floor where they would be performing the ritual.  

Tristan greeted them as they entered Zaviar's office. His features were tense and his arms were crossed but he seemed to relax just a touch when Devana entered.

"Good. You're still in one piece. The Council was worried."

"Why is that?" Zaviar questioned lightly though he cut his eyes suspiciously at Tristan from behind where he stood while Tristan was preoccupied in watching Devana take in the office space and décor.

"More people are disappearing. They've ordered those with connections to light or creation magick to head for them for their protection. It's confirmed now that the rogue priests and priestesses from the Temple are working some kind of shadow magick that feeds off of the light they drain from their victims." 

Everyone was still and silent as he continued to inform them of the information the Council and other Guardians had telepathically shared with him on his flight over.

"The reasons why they are being drained of light and for what purpose are still unknown. Striker, Guardian of the East, is injured and currently being healed at Council Hall with the other refugee's that he arrived with. That's how dangerous the rogues' shadow magic is. Strong enough to take on a Guardian."

Tristan let that sink in as his sobering gaze met Zaviar's. 

"These rogue's know exactly what they are up against because they were once our friends and allies. Someone's brother or sister or what have you. They know us, but we apparently don't know them. According to Striker, they are strong with shadow magick. The shadows protect them."

Devana stepped forward then from Aaron's side.

"What do you mean by 'the shadows protect them'? I know we're pressed for time to he-help Zaviar-er- get his thingy and finish up here before we head out...." Good catch Dev, he's still connected to the Council. Don't blow it girl. "But I'm just trying to understand the information you were told on your way over here. It's all happening so fast."

Zaviar gave her a small, sad smile and she almost broke character to assure him that she was, in fact, actually fine. 

Aaron on the other hand, scratched his chin to hide a smirk as he got the hint. Knowing exactly what his friend was up to and managing to pull off covering her butt so well after nearly blowing it that even Zaviar didn't catch her.

"Whenever anyone would use magick to defend themselves, not just Striker but anyone versed in defensive magick, the shadows would leap forth and shield the rogues from being hit by the spells or falling debris. Not a single one of them has fallen."

They are children of the Shadow. The Shadow protects their children.

'Really?'

You are a child of my light are you not? Do I not protect you?

'What about the others? Aren't they children of light or whatever?'

There is more than one version of light just as there is more than one version of shadow. I merely embody one version of light but not the other. You are my only living child.

'What does that mean?'

A lesson for another day child. This is war and time is a luxury.

"Dev?" 

Devana blinked back into focus and looked around the room at the faces of her friends.

"Sorry guys. Conversation with Mooshy. I got distracted for a second."

"Care to enlighten us?" Aaron asked hopefully, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. He was always ready to take mental notes about her and the connection with said sentient magick mushroom she named Mooshy, who apparently might be some form of God? 

She wasn't sure honestly, given the recent events and how fast everything really has been going down since she nearly died that day when she ate said sentient magic mushroom. 

"Not particularly." She answered with a grin and a singsong voice to try and keep things light. Devana turned her attention in full back to Tristan and stepped up to him as he looked back at her. His feathers twitched nervously behind him at his back, not used to being close around people who weren't Zaviar or fellow soldiers.

"I need you to take a seat." 

He raised a brow at her, arms still crossed over his chest.  Zaviar, bless him, took the hint then and started rummaging around the office to keep the cover story intact so the Council would back out of Tristan's mind and loosen it's hold over him.

Aaron remained by the office window and played with a few remote viewing spells on his crystal ball that's size was no bigger than a ping pong ball, perfect for travel, though Devana was unsure how he kept it from breaking while on the go and made a mental note to ask him later.

After another minute or so Tristan finally sat in the ornate office chair in front of the desk. The Council apparently satisfied with the story and Devana wondered how often Zaviar forgot things, or if this story was used before on Tristan and the Council.

Devana stepped up behind him then and, as mentally rehearsed in the car ride over and putting her faith in Mooshy to pull through for her, she placed her hands on either side of his temples and proceeded to connect their minds.

The blinding blue-white light that was Mooshy flashed across her eyelids and she was pretty sure she was doing her now signature glow thing again.

Seeing the ritual finally taking place, Zaviar stopped pretending to look around the office and stood behind his desk, letting him watch the two in front of him.

Devana was glowing bright fluorescent blue as she stood behind where Tristan sat awkwardly in the plush office chair, his wings tucked to fit as best he could but still looked rather uncomfortable.

Her hands on either side of Tristan's temple glowed the brightest but what was unnerving were Tristan's eyes. They had taken on that same glow of hers while she was telepathically connected to him. 

Even Aaron was watching everything transpire with curiosity and a bit of nervousness from his spot by the window, pausing from his crystal ball to watch it all unfold. Zaviar had half a mind to redirect him to the task of keeping an eye out for enemies through his magic but then again the Tower had safety protocols for such things so he let his friend be.

Tristan made little gasps here and there, a few murmurs, but otherwise didn't seem to be in pain. More like he was conversing... was it Devana or this Mooshy though?

The glow began to dissipate in his eyes then, traveling back through her arms and dimming to it's natural fluorescence that always seemed to keep beneath her dark skin.  

"Mooshy says it's done and...well, how do I put this..." Devana bit her lip as Tristan held his face in his hands and gathered himself. That alone put Aaron and Zaviar on edge.

"I'm like Devana now." He blurted out.

"What?!" Aaron dropped his crystal ball in shock as Zaviar's brows reached his hairline. 

"Explain what this means please." He asked as calmly as he could as he crossed both his arms across his chest.

"Well, Mooshy was severing the connection and everything as agreed..." Devana started, nervously biting her lip as she looked across to him.

"The Council was rebelling the idea and trying to stop it. As I thought they would." He added, bringing his head up and leaning back in the chair. The back of the chair pinched the shoulder blades of his wings and bunched his feathers painfully at an angle but he didn't care at the moment.

It was a mild discomfort.

"Then Mooshy had an idea...with it being war and all against the shadow thingy..." Zaviar's eyes glanced up at her then from across the desk that separated them but that didn't spare her from the anger that ticked and flamed behind them.

"What. War."

"Don't be mad at her, I agreed Zaviar. I made the deal with the mushroom God to become a child of theirs. In return, I am still connected to the Council but I no longer have to answer to them. This way I can still gather information and communicate with the other Guardians going forward."

"So Mooshy really is a God..." She murmured taking a step back from where she stood from behind the chair.

"There are many types of deities and spirits with varying degrees of power. I wonder who Mooshy was before you named them...before you and Aaron found them in the forest." Tristan trailed off in thought.

"On that note of subject matter, why were you looking for a god mushroom in the first place?" Zaviar rounded on Aaron who was still shell-shocked but otherwise observing the conversation before turning to him.

"I had no idea, honest. The mushroom Devana ate looked like the one we set out to find for the invisibility potion I wanted to brew but the mushroom I wanted wasn't exactly the glowing type."

"Meaning?"

Aaron sighed in frustration as Devana bit her lip while she caught the implication that her friend was getting at that Zaviar was pointedly avoiding.

"The glowing mushroom must have glamored itself to look like the one we were searching for in the hopes that either Devana or I would be curious enough to eat it. Then, when the vampire assassin attacked, ‘Mooshy’ must have saw it's chance to reach out and offer healing...Devana just happened to be closest within reach..." 

Tristan nodded at the theory, sensing as much from the sentient being within him. 

"Mooshy needed a host...a human is certainly better than a mushroom in a forest." He added despite Zaviar's cutting glare before passing a worried glance in her direction.

Devana felt her chest tighten as anxiety began to take hold. What did this mean? What about her homestead? Her animals? What was going to happen to her?

Fret not, child of mine. You are under my protection after all. I will do my utmost to protect you and yours.

'And what they're saying? Did you really put yourself there to use me? To make me a host person thingy?'

Of course.

Mooshy answered so honestly simple that it took her aback and freaked her out more. Did this make her a tool then? Mooshy said earlier that this was war...

No child, I was not aware of the Shadow's movements or plans for your friends and their people. That is why I offered to make Tristan my child as well. He will serve me well as my soldier in the coming battles.

'You would really ask that of him?'

He offered. He is a warrior through and through sweet child. He is simply answering the call to protect his people. I am honored to call him son.

'What of me? What do you expect of me?'

My sweet daughter, I expect you to be as you are. You are compassionate, loyal and true. You're connection to animals and the forest will only strengthen now that I have awakened you. Be as you are and you will find you're way, child of mine. I cannot exist in this physical world without a host and while this arrangement was necessary for me, know that I waited in the forest for you.

'Not Aaron? After all the trouble he went to find you?'

His light burns a different color. In the best possible way, he is no child of mine. But he is good and true of heart, keep him close in the times to come.

'His light is a different color?...what do you mean...there are other sentient beings of light like you out there? And they glow different colors?'

Devana could practically feel the Mushroom spirit sigh in resignation as it gave in and took the time to give her the lesson now instead of later as it had intended.

Yes. There are different sentient beings of light and each embody what they represent. I am the forest at night. The wonder of the wood. The fluorescence symbolizing the light and life of the creatures that roam at night. I am more than the mushroom you found me in. My blue glow unlocks the truth often hidden in the night, obscured by fog or the cloud in the skies. Those who traverse my woods can expect to find the truth about themselves...whether they want to or not. 

As a being of the wood, the forest at night, I protect all it's creatures who live within dear child. Including you and your farm animals. And as a being of the light of truth, it is why my color is the blue glow you have come to know me as.

'But what do you mean by people having different colors?'

I suppose you humans call it an Aura. Yours and Tristan's is simply compatible with my energy and my truth. Now, there will be time to learn more of the my forest truths later. The Shadow's army mobilizes and seeks children of light no matter whose they may be. It's hunger is insatiable and as I have been without a sentient speaking host until you, I haven't been able to speak to the others.

'You all don't talk on the other side?'

No. I am the light and truth of the wood at night. They are varying versions of the light of day so none have come to wander in my forest to converse.

'How rude.'

Mooshy pulsated with what seemed close to laughter at that as Devana came back to awareness in the office. 

Zaviar still seemed upset with the topic of war looming while Tristan was talking with him about it. Apparently Mooshy was talking to him as well at the same time as her, which was weird to her but hey magic sentient forest deity mushroom right? 

Zaviar and Aaron had been following along and catching up with the danger of the Shadow that Mooshy mentioned and that the rogue Temple priests and priestesses were being protected because they were it's children. That the creatures of the forest and of the light were being taken and killed because it's hunger was insatiable.

"The Council has ordered no contact, automatic retreat on sight if and when one comes across a rogue. Everyone is to make their way to the Council Hall immediately and all available Guardians are to spread the word and see people to safety. It's likely, they say anyway, that once there are no more forest dryads, fae or sprites to feed off of the Shadow will move on to witches and Merfolk next."

"Assuming they can catch the Mer." Aaron muttered in disgust at the thought of the Shadow consuming everyone.

"There are a clan or two in the lakes and rivers inland here, for a start, before they make their way to the ocean waters." Tristan reminded.

Zaviar pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "This really is war. This is going downhill so fast." He glanced up when he noticed her watching them and following along with the conversation.

"Welcome back. You were gone a long time."

"Sorry about that. I was panicking about some stuff and needed some answers about the whole...host thing..." Devana answered as guilt washed over her.

Mooshy did say that now wasn't the time, and she pressed anyway for her answers. How selfish...

"I'm sorry Devana. I was insensitive earlier when I said that. I was thinking out loud but I said it without thinking about how it would make you feel." Tristan placed a hand on her shoulder as if to offer her comfort but it came out as a sort of awkward patting of the shoulder instead as if he was unsure if she would welcome it from him or not.

"No don't be, it's fine. I've been wondering myself I just didn't have the balls to ask until now." 

"So what did Mooshy say? Do we get to know too?" Aaron asked her excitedly curious and needing the distraction. The shards of the crystal ball he dropped by the window earlier were cleaned up and in the trash bin by the desk so he didn't really have much to do to help.

By the equally curious look shared on Zaviar's face, Devana smiled and gave a quick summary of the conversation with Tristan helping to fill in some analogies to help them understand. 

Then they both had to explain that Mooshy can talk to them both at the same time, and because of his experience with the Council's telepathic bond forced on him and the other Guardians, he was able to follow along easily with her conversation with Mooshy while maintaining his own conversations.

Which to be honest, she was a little jealous of because now she wanted to know what he and Mooshy talked about. Devana made a mental note to ask him later and get some telepathy tips to boot. Apparently, there might be a telepathic connection between them now?

"Yeah, weird right?" Tristan chuckled darkly out loud to her, catching her thought. Also as unsure how to feel about it given the situation with the Council abusing their telepathic bond with the Guardians as she was. Though it was more personal and home hitting for him.

And that was when the light bulb clicked on.

"Holy shit!"

All three men jumped and turned to her as she stood up out of her chair.

"Someone on the Council is a host of a sentient being of some kind like I am to Mooshy and that's how they were able to form that bond thingy! The Guardians are their children!"

"I don't follow." Aaron said and his eyes bounced between everyone as he tried to keep up.

"I told Devana how they made Guardians bonded to the Council. How a member of the Council oversees the proceedings of the blood ritual and that was how she got the idea with Mooshy to do this ritual to free Tristan." Zaviar explained to the two.

"To be honest, Mooshy wasn't upfront on making Tristan a child of theirs. They only said they'd break the bond and that by doing so it would piss off the Council and to be ready for that." Devana bit her lip and shifted back and forth.

Zaviar nodded when she confirmed what they had quickly talked about back in her cabin at the spur of the moment when forming the plan to save Tristan.

"That's true. That was the war I was prepared for..."

"Zaviar...You were going to go to war with the Council? Over me?"

"Of course, you're my friend and ally. Family." Zaviar met his gaze and he could tell Tristan was having a hard time processing. Strategically, he knew Tristan wanted to say that he was an idiot and how dare he. He was King and therefore had a Kingdom to run.

But as he cleared his throat and shifted to his other foot, he nodded and quietly said "Thank you." 

"So...asshole on the Council aside for another day, unfortunately to be continued, where do we start with the Shadow that’s coming for us?" Aaron asked as his question brought everyone back to task.

[fumikomiyasaki]

Carol short stories

Yes currently I can’t stop writing for her... I will eventually do someone else but, Carol brainrot is big in my brain

Featuring this time Friendship wise Carol and Tristan @atwstedstory​, and shipwise Carol x Damián @silent-dragon​ ,

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A place to call home:

It was break time between classes, where Carol spend her free time to tutor Ace and Deuce again as usual... after she was done she layed her head on the desk and lightly made a noise of Frustration. Tristan came by who she usually chatted with as dorm mate about most of her worries.

“Are they this hopeless again?”

“It’s not hopeless.. for Deuce he at least tries but Ace... he is like a brick head.”

They both had to chuckle about it. However Carols face didn’t seem her usual calm self....

“Something is worrying you otherwise right? Do you want to talk about your boy crushes again?”

“I-Its not that.” Her face got red. “No its something else...” She took a breath and calmed...

“Today would be the birthday of my sister... and despite seeing not my whole family ... this one hurts me the most given I haven’t had that much communication with her in a while now and... since she moved away I lost a person I could rely on for any advice about the future... everything became a bit more lonely and frightening without here.”

He looked also down.. “At least you didn’t have to deal with as much trouble as I did.”

“Sorry I forgot family is also not the greatest topic for you... I just in general feel a bit lost lets say.”

“Then try to rely more on the people that offer you help.” He joked about which caused her to laugh.

“I know... its one of the things I should have learned.... at least I am glad to have you as a friend to rely on.... I will try not to think about it too much... after all even without my sister I have to get around.”

They both bumped their fist as Ace and Deuce returned for the tutoring. Tristan stood up but left one last thing. “You two should not stress her so much.”

She waved him and continued her work.

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A lost Stray:

After classes she looked at some of the notes in her notebook... sometimes she would write down song lyrics from songs she heard to pass boredom given some classes are pretty easy for her... however one sheat of paper that was important to her was suddenly snatched by a stray cat... she tried to run after it and found a bunch of cats and in between them Damián, who she already since that flirt attack some days ago tried to avoid lightly. Not cause she didn’t like him but cause these flirts struck her into her heart lightly and made her nervous. He smiled at her with the note in his hand and handed it to her...

“Mi amor, you look as pretty as usual....almost makes me want to hunt you...”

She grew pretty red from that comment looking away from him.

“I-I just wanted my note back...”

He picked it up form the cats mouth and handed it back to her.

“Y-You didn’t look at it right?” Her hands grew a bit nervous.

“Was it a love letter that you got so nervous?”

“No I... just am embaressed about silly things I do...”

“Good that I get to see you, Mi Amor... I did wanted to invite you to one of my parties.”

“H-Huh!?” To her this was unexpected. She usually in the past was never really invited to parties and also barely had the time for it. Her best friend always had to drag her out of the house... “I am flattered but...”

“You do teach every day right, what is wrong with having a break and rest with a bit more fun... I even have the first dance with you.”

He offered his hand a bit playfully... she had to chuckle at his gesture....

“Fine...you convinced me... but I don’t really like dancing in public alone... so I do hope you keep that promise...”

“Mi Amor...you can trust me.” She firmly gripped his hand with a smile and waved him off later.

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