#my posting streak is fire right now (it will not be for long..)

[weirdglassthing]

Lesbians in space 🫶

[slutzforbueckers]

Can you do a sub paige but like she’s getting strapped down and like begged for it

all you gotta do

♡— pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡— warnings: strap use(p receiving); dirty talk; edging; overstimulation(p receiving);

♡— synopsis: when paige is having a bad day and being a brat, it’s your job to correct her.

♡— a/n: i’m thinking ill pause on taking regular oneshot requests and do like a one or two week 1k celebration where i’ll post prompts(fluff/smut/angst) and yall can send me requests using the different prompts. what do yall think??

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paige was damn near sobbbing when you pulled out for the second time—when you took her orgasm away for the second time. she was on her stomach, head buried in the space between her arms, skin flushed with need. desperate whimpers and whines tumbled pass her lips and it was like music to your ears.

“i told you, baby, if you want it you gotta beg for it.” you ran your hands over her ass—that was red from the slaps you landed earlier—and up her spine. the strap laid right on the curve of her ass, dripping with her slick from the base to the tip. you leaned over her, pressing your chest to her back, and pressed gentle, almost innocent kisses to her shoulder.

“no.” paige gritted out, her defiant side showing more than ever. you sucked your teeth and sat up again, hands traveling to her hips, you pulled her up so her ass was in the air. you didn’t say anything as you guided the strap back into her. paige let out a strangled moan, her fingers curling into the sheets.

her body was on fire, buzzing with pleasure, she felt like you were touching every single one of her nerves and it had her mind completely fogged up. she wanted to cum so bad, but she was feeling particularly bratty—ever since you picked her up from practice—and she refused to beg for it.

you snapped your hips into her roughly, fingers pressing into her skin as you held her in place. the sound of skin on skin filled the room as you moved faster, pushing her to the brink with skill.

“oh my—fuck fuck fuck—“ paige cried, her voice high and whiny. she tried to push back but your grip on her was so strong she couldn’t do anything but take it. you bit your bottom lip as you stared down at her, your own cunt clenching around nothingness, breathing just as heavy even though you weren’t the one being touched.

it didn’t take long for that orgasm to coming rushing back and each time it came back harder, more intense. paige figured that if she didn’t tell you she was close you wouldn’t stop but you knew her body like the back of your hand, you knew when she was getting close every time.

“you gonna cum, p?” you asked. paige shook her head quickly, sucking in a sharp breath. you hummed softly, ghosting a hand over her ass before bringing it down hard. paiges body jerked forward at the impact, a choked moan falling from her lips. you slowed your hips to a stop, not pulling out this time but cutting off another orgasm. she was shaking now, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks, body trembling from being edged too long.

“we can do this all night, pretty.” you murmured low against her spine, your lips brushing the damp skin. “you can tap out…or you can beg for it.”

being denied an orgasm for the third time broke something in her, broke that defiant streak she’d been on for hours. her need to cum was proving to be bigger than her ego.

“please,” she gasped, desperate and breathless. “please let me cum. i need it—need you to make me cum—please, i’ll do anything.”

you moaned softly at the sound, hand slipping down her back to grip her hip tight as you pulled out until just the tip was inside and then slammed back into her. her gasp turned into a cry, her whole body lurching forward from the force of it. “took you long enough.”

“oh my god—“ paige choked out, voice cracking as her back arched deep, spine curving like her body was offering itself up entirely to you. the noise that tore from her throat was wild and unrestrained, her fingers twisted in the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white.

you didn’t slow down, your hips snapped harder into her, each thrust wet and punishing, the sound of her soaked cunt swallowing the strap filling the room. your hands kept her locked in place, one gripping her waist, the other sliding up to press flat between her shoulder blades, holding her down as you fucked her through everything she begged for.

“you’re taking it so good now, baby,” you growled, breath ragged, low in her ear as you leaned over her again. “this all you wanted, huh? to be fucked dumb?”

paige nodded frantically, her words lost in the sobbing moans pouring from her lips. she was completely gone— blissed out, overwhelmed, her body twitching violently every time you bottomed out inside her. her legs shook under her, barely holding her up, but you weren’t letting her fall.

she whimpered. “fuck, please—don’t stop, please— just like that.”

“m’not gonna stop.” you murmured against her skin, wrapping your arm around her waist, your fingers found her clit and rubbed quick circles. she got wetter each time you thrust back in, you could feel it splash on your fingers. even though you could really feel it, you could feel her walls tighten around you and you knew she was unraveling. “cum for me, paige. come on, baby, this what you wanted, hm?”

“yes yes yes—“

it crashed through her like lightning, a tidal wave of white-hot pleasure that tore through her muscles and curled her toes, her orgasm ripping out of her with a scream. she writhed beneath you, every nerve on fire, her thighs soaked and trembling as she came so hard she forgot how to breathe for a second.

“that’s it—so goddamn pretty.” you fucked her through it, slower now, and she sobbed into the sheets��� from finally getting that release, from overstimulation, from everything.

“shit,” paige whimpered as her body went limp and you eased out of her, your lips parting as you watched some of her cum seep out. she collapsed there, feeling boneless and still twitching, her breath shallow and uneven.

you quickly discarded the strap— tossing it somewhere off the side of the bed with a mental note to clean it later— and laid next to her, wrapping your arms around her body and pulling her closer. you pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “you okay? you need anything?”

“no, just—just lay with me, please.” she spoke softly, her voice harsh from moaning. paige pulled the blanket over you both and curled into your side, not even caring that she had a sticky mess between her legs and should probably shower.

you didn’t say anything, just held her tighter, and when she fell asleep five minutes later you whispered, “i love you.”

[cannibal-walleye]

First Meeting

"You guys shoulda seen it!" Impulse proclaimed loudly, tail swinging wildly with excitement. "I mean, Tango was great, but the lead singer—" The demon whistled.

"That good, huh?" Gem asked with a look that promised teasing should Impulse say much more.

He didn't heed the warning. "Yes, that good! I wish you guys had come; it actually blew me away. Like, the drums and piano blended perfectly, and so many of the songs made me want to start dancing right then and there," he gushed, pausing only for a moment to take a sip from his water bottle.

Scott, meanwhile, waved his phone at him, the screen displaying a pink heart that was on fire. "This is the same Heart Foundation you saw, right?"

"You found their insta already!" the demon beamed, reaching to grab it before the blizz snatched the phone away, blizz rods whirling happily.

"A'course I did, I am a professional. We need to do as much research as we can on your new crush before he can have our approval," Scott teased, scrolling through photos and posts.

"It's not a crush," he pouted, though he didn't bother with defending the claim against Gem's snort.

The warden peeked over Scott's shoulder, watching the photos fly past. "You said he's an angel, right?" she asked, glancing back at Impulse. She picked up her cocktail, taking a sip while the demon replied.

"Yeah, an angel. He's got these massive white wings, plus little pink ones on the sides of his head—though, I don't know if that was the lighting or dye or natural. Either way, they matched his suit perfectly, I didn't know it was possible for someone to look so good in hot pink! And- and! He's absolutely jacked, his arms were like the barrel of a cannon—and his hair also had hot pink streaks in it, and-"

"Like this?" Scott cut him off before he could ramble more, showing a photo of the angel, his arm slung around Tango as both of them laughed at the camera. He wasn't wearing the pink suit, just a tank top and sweats, but damn, if he didn't look just as hot, scars and muscles on full display.

Impulse's tail curled happily, a purr rumbling in his chest. "Yes, that's him! What does it say? Is his name on there, any other info about their next performance—though, I could just ask Tango when I see him-"

"You don't even know his name?" Gem interrupted, incredulous.

"I was distracted, okay?" he tried to defend, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I was taking a video for Tango while he was introducing everyone, and his voice was just so smooth, I couldn't really focus on the actual words. It's not my fault!"

They just giggled at him, Gem's elbow coming up to prod Scott, who looked up from the phone. Surprise flashed across his face, but it quickly turned to a teasing grin to match Gem's.

"You were distracted, hmm? Too busy eyeing up the hot angel to pay any attention?" the blizz asked, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

"I think so," the warden agreed before Impulse could defend himself. "Enamored with a complete stranger, our little Impy's all grown up~" she teased, eyes narrowing as though daring him to disagree.

He rolled his eyes, taking another long drink from his water; playing earlier had really left him drained, but not quite drained enough to sit out Tango's performance, despite Gem and Scott abandoning him to go get drinks. Impulse sighed happily, the image of the angel silhouetted by the backlighting still fresh in his mind, not to mention the memory of his voice. He'd need to ask the blaze hybrid later how they had met.

"So what if I am?" he argued, hands coming up to rub away the growing flush on his face. "I mean, he's friends with Tango, so he's gotta at least be a chill dude, plus he was so funny during the show, he interacted with the audience perfectly—honestly, Gem, you should be taking notes."

Her mouth fell open in amused shock, while Scott's smirk only deepened. They shared a glance, one that Impulse recognized well enough by now to know that they were categorically not going to drop this any time soon. Not that he cared; he was happy to keep rambling about what an amazing performance the niche band had put on; Impulse could recognize good music when he heard it.

"I don't know, I think you might be a tad biased," the blizz said, the frosty sparkle in his eyes refusing to disappear given Impulse's enthusiasm.

Gem nodded. "Definitely. You just think he's hot, you want to find a quiet spot where you two can kiss and-"

"Gem!" Impulse interrupted, flush deepening at the implications. "I don't even know if he likes guys," he retorted, wilting a little at the thought. Not that it mattered; he didn't know the guy, it's not like he'd somehow end up in a situation where hooking up was even possible.

"I dunno..." Scott drawled, eyes shifting to glance over the demon's shoulder. He grinned again at Impulse's embarrassment. "I feel like he'd be open to that sort of thing."

"And how would you know?" he snapped back, suddenly very self-conscious, as though the two of them were in on a joke that he didn't get. They did love to tease him, and it wasn't often that Impulse got a crush—not that this was a crush!

Gem just snorted while Scott waved the phone. "Instagram," he answered shortly, still smirking.

"But you didn't even answer the question!" the warden accused, taking another drink.

"What question?"

"Would you kiss him if you could?"

"Gem-" he tried to argue, hiding his blush with a hand again.

"Just answer! You never tell us about your love life, it's only fair," she insisted, giving him an intense and expecting look, one that warned against any arguing.

"I don't know him," the demon sputtered. "I guess I would, but I'd want to get to know him first, maybe take him out to dinner..." he trailed off, eyebrows furrowed at the thought. It really wasn't all that unrealistic that Impulse could meet the angel, since Tango could introduce them. But the odds of the guy actually being interested in anything?

"I was going to offer to buy you a drink, but I think it might have to be the other way around," came a deep voice from behind him.

The demon nearly jumped out of his skin.

Right in front of him was the angel, in the flesh, very close up and personal and—fuck, he was even hotter in person, suit torn at the sleeves and unbuttoned at the top, showing off his arms and chest. He was leaning against the bar, a stereotypical smolder painting his features, blue eyes dark as they looked the demon up and down.

Impulse short circuited.

He was stammering something, but he wasn't sure what—a greeting? An apology? How much had the angel heard, did he think Impulse was weird, did he-

"I'm asking if I can buy you a drink," the angel clarified, smirk fading into a more serious expression as he repeated the offer.

"I, uh-" The demon's mouth went dry. "I can't, I have to drive later," he answered weakly, brain still not catching up to the fact that the guy was hitting on him.

"No, you don't," Gem denied cheerily, the smile in her voice clear even though Impulse's back was turned. "We'll get an uber. Go have fun, enjoy yourself~"

He looked back up at the angel, who was now giving him the sweetest, most encouraging smile, and swallowed thickly. He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I- I'd love a drink," he managed, still unbearably flustered, tail curling in on itself.

The man grinned, the wings on his head puffing up happily—that's adorable—as he offered an arm to the demon.

Impulse took it, letting the angel lead him away to order drinks.

"Just be back by hotel checkout at ten tomorrow!" Scott called after them.

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So that's their first meeting! I also want to write Skizz's first impression of Impulse and his pov of this encounter at some point, and potentially even extend the scene a little further when we see him ;)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! And if there's any questions about anyone in this au, feel free to drop an ask <3

[andhumanslovedstories]

There's so many horrible things happening in America right now that it has been interesting to see what individual horrors hurt me personally the most. I grew up going to the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. Musicals, plays, concerts, that weird bust of JFK, playing around on terrace during intermissions, putting on a velvet dress that you're going to ruin dropping a milk dud in your lap and not noticing until it's fully melted, wearing the pinchy shiny shoes that are the training bras of women's formal footwear, operas I didn't like but did love, jazz I didn't understand but still fascinated me, red carpet, big stairs, the absolute nightmare amount of experiences I had as a new driver as I repeatedly got trapped in the Kennedy Center's fucking private DC island or whatever the hell is going on traffic-wise, free performances on small side stages, getting to see an enormous production on the Center's most enormous stage, all of which was accessed by walking through that a long, tall hallway lined with flags of the world that made you feel like a dignitary attending the most important even in the world.

And now Trump's taken it over. He fired its board. He appointed one of his loyalists to run it. I want to throw up.

Sometimes I miss DC so much. I love the Pacific Northwest and expect I'll live here for the rest of my life, but this isn't my hometown. I grew up the edge of the District. I've lost cumulative years of my life stuck in traffic on the inner loop and outer loop. Because of the Smithsonian, it used to be so baffling to me that anyone ever had to pay to get into a museum. I've used the Washington DC zoo as a shortcut to a different part of the city because it's free to enter. You couldn't count the amount of knockoff Spider-man popsicles that I've eaten sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. My reading tastes were molded by Kramer Books in Dupont Circle. I spent afternoons walking around the National Mall, normally just a big empty field until there's an event--book fair, country music program, international cuisine, whatever--at which point for a day or a weekend or a week it becomes a sea of tents and stages. I went to protests outside the Capital and the White House about the war in Iraq. I froze my toes off watching Obama's 2008 presidential inauguration.

It seemed like everyone's family touched the federal government in some way. Everyone's family had moved here because they were military or state department or a political consultant or worked with an NGO or some other reason that meant you had to be here, in the nation's capital. Plenty of people had connections to the federal government that we more hush-hush. Like kids in class straight up going, "I have no idea what my parents do for a living. They're not allowed to tell me." High schoolers regularly, accidentally drove into the CIA parking lot and got escorted out because the premises were that accessible. My family moved here because my dad is a reporter who ended up covering international trade. (Imagine how much his job sucks right now.) He switched beats one summer to cover the White House instead. He got to fly on Air Force One. He got official Air Force One M&Ms. I was SO disappointment my dad didn't work there for Bush to call on him by nickname.

Every day my family got The Washington Post. I read the comics and the kid's page, then the rest of the Style section, then Metro, then news. I learned to read from it. We wrapped our delicate Christmas ornaments with its pages. We used yesterday's papers to clean our windows because they didn't leave streaks. I took journalism in high school. You can't IMAGINE how much and how frequently we talked about Watergate. When Post changed its motto to "Democracy Dies in Darkness" after Trump's election in 2016 that meant something to me. I knew Bezos owned the paper now, but that was still my paper, and the motto spoke to something I fervently believed: if people just knew what was happening, they wouldn't allow it to happen. If you expose a problem, people will naturally agree that it is a problem and that we should do something to fix it. Flash forward to Trump's third fucking campaign, and the newspaper wouldn't endorse a presidential candidate. Chickenshit cowardice. Then they change the motto. "Riveting Storytelling for All of America." Eat shit. You're nothing now.

Politics in America is just telling everyone how much you hate Washington, DC so that they'll elect you so you can move to DC. Well, guys, the city fucking hates you too. Republicans will never give the District actually meaningful political representation because no one in that city would vote for them. It's not just the policies; it's the contempt. No one in the new administration loves the city they schemed and lied and stooped to take over. It's just iconography to them, and all they care about is taking that iconography for themselves. Trump doesn't give a shit about the summer program for the Kennedy Center. He has never seen a show at the Kennedy Center. When he was president, he never attended the annual awards. He's trying to destroy one of the most significant places of my life and I'm genuinely unsure if he has ever stepped for inside of it.

[verricherri]

alright take a peek into my magnificent mind for a second. rhett making you watch him touch you in the mirror. make it filthy, make it shameless, etc etc

See Me (NSFW///MDNI)

A/N: from the second i read that ask, i blacked out and let the filth take the wheel. also… i think you can gauge he’s fuming from the gif alone — and yeah, it only gets worse from there 😮‍💨 Warnings: this cowboy does not play, so he takes it away Masterlist Feedback and reposts are appreciated  ☀️

The motel door slammed behind you like it had something to prove.

Rhett tossed the key on the dresser hard enough to make the little plastic tag skid. His jaw was clenched so tight you could see the tension all the way up to his temple. The AC unit rattled. One lamp buzzed weak yellow. The room smelled like citrus cleaner and old smoke.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there. Breathing like he was still in the chute.

You dropped your overnight bag by the wall and leaned on the bedframe, waiting him out.

“They gave me a goddamn parade pony.”

His voice was low, sharp. Clipped with that drawl he only sharpened when he was angry.

“I had Whiplash. Drew him clean this morning. Was ready. Been waitin’ months to ride that bastard.” “Then some rookie throws a fit about a rematch. Whole order gets shuffled. Suddenly I’m out — they hand me some soft-steppin’, crowd-friendly backup bull like it’s a consolation prize.”

He dragged a hand down his face, fingers curling over his jaw. Still hadn’t looked at you.

“I still won.”

He said it like it tasted bad.

You crossed your arms. “Isn’t that the whole point?”

He looked up, finally. Burned right through you with it.

“Not if I don’t earn it the way I wanted.”

His boots hit the carpet heavy as he crossed the room — slower than you'd expected, but coiled. Ready to snap.

“They wanted clean lines and high scores. Told me to make it pretty.”

He stopped in front of you. You tilted your chin up to meet him, one eyebrow arched.

“Guess you gave them what they wanted, then.”

A beat of silence.

Then:

“Don’t start.” “I’m not starting anything,” you said, lazy. “You’re the one pacing like a bull with a broken gate.” “Maybe I am.”

He stepped in, close enough now that you could feel the heat off him, smell the dirt and sweat and faint sweetness of the leather collar on his shirt.

“You ever feel like they’re tryna take your fire out piece by piece?” “Lookin’ you straight in the eye while they do it, callin’ it strategy.”

You blinked up at him. Smiled slow.

“Lucky for you, I like watching you burn.”

That made something in him twitch. He looked away first — just for a breath — then back. Something darker behind his eyes now.

“You keep talkin’ like that, baby, I’m gonna think you’re testing me.” Your smile widened. “And what if I am?”

His jaw flexed. Once. Twice.

Then, in that low, wrecked-up voice that scraped right over your spine:

“Then I’ll make damn sure you learn how to listen.”

He stepped past you — toward the closet mirror. Full-length, bolted to the frame. One of those motel mirrors meant for awkward glances and regrets. Not what he was about to do with it.

He flipped on the bedside lamp. Harsh light cut through the room in streaks. Yellow. Stark. Honest.

He turned halfway back. Nodded at the mirror.

“Come here.”

You didn’t rush.

You stood there just long enough to let him wonder if you would — then crossed the room, slow on purpose, until you stood in front of the glass.

The reflection looked ridiculous. You — flushed already, breath uneven — and him behind you like some kind of storm. Broad-shouldered, still half in his post-ride gear, fists loose at his sides like he was still deciding whether to touch you or throw something.

He didn’t touch you. Not yet.

Just stood behind you and said:

“You ever really looked at yourself?”

You kept your eyes on the glass.

“Why? You tired of being the only one watching?”

You saw the corner of his mouth twitch. Just barely. Not a smile — something hungrier.

“You wanna give me a show, sweetheart?” “Better earn your stage.” You licked your lips. "Then don’t waste my light."

His breath hitched — just slightly — and then his hand lifted, slow as sin, to tip your chin up with two fingers.

Forced your eyes to meet your own.

“Don’t look at me.” “Look at you.”

You obeyed. But not like a girl who was bowing her head. You did it like someone claiming the mirror.

He dropped his hand to your hip. Slid it across your front, fingers dragging lower. Just enough pressure to tease.

“You watch what I do to you.” “Not lookin’ away.” “Not once.”

—

Your eyes stayed locked on your reflection. Cheeks flushed. Breathing already shallow.

And behind you — Rhett.

He looked wrecked in the best way. Tension still riding his frame like he hadn’t come down from the bull. That same adrenaline, frustration, and heat tangled behind his eyes — but now, all of it was aimed at you.

His hand dragged back up your front, over your ribs, then slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. His fingers were warm, calloused, and maddeningly slow.

“Lift your arms.”

You didn’t hesitate. Just raised them overhead, elbows soft, eyes still on the glass.

He peeled your shirt off like he was unwrapping something private. Reverent. But possessive too — like it pissed him off you were ever covered in the first place.

It dropped to the floor behind you. His eyes raked down your back, then met yours in the mirror.

“You see that?” he said softly. “That’s mine.”

You arched slightly into him, pulse ticking up.

“Bit possessive for a man who’s only just touching.”

Rhett exhaled once through his nose — almost a laugh. Almost.

“You think I don’t touch you in my head every night you ain’t in my bed?” “I’ve touched you a hundred times harder than this. But if you want the real thing…”

His hand slid down, unbuttoning your jeans. One pop. Then the zipper, slow and gritty.

“Then I want your eyes wide open.”

You felt the denim loosen around your hips. He gave them one tug and they slid down your thighs in a whisper. You stepped out, bare now in just your underwear — and his stare.

“You’re staring,” you said, smug despite the blush burning your cheeks. “Yeah?” he rasped. “So are you.”

And he was right. You couldn’t look away. Not from the way his hand slid over your stomach, fingers skimming just under the waistband of your underwear. Not from the look in his eyes — that edge of control, of restraint he was barely keeping leashed.

You braced yourself — just slightly — for the first real touch.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, he leaned in close behind your ear. Spoke low.

“Touch yourself.”

Your breath caught.

“Wanna see how bad you want it.” You swallowed hard, blinking at your reflection. “You’re serious.” “Dead fuckin’ serious.” “Hands where I can see ‘em.”

You dragged your fingers down, slow. Slipped them under the waistband and let out a shaky breath as they brushed over your own heat.

He groaned behind you.

“Fuck. You’re soaked already.” “You like me watchin’ you like this?”

You bit your lip, fingers moving slow, steady. His hand stayed on your hip, grounding you, but he didn’t help.

He just watched.

“You’re the one who made this mess,” you muttered. “Damn right I did.”

Your other hand came up to brace against the mirror. Your mouth parted — breath catching with every pass of your fingers.

He leaned down, lips grazing your ear.

“Faster.”

You obeyed.

The sound of your own breath and the wet slide of your fingers filled the room. His grip on your hip tightened.

“You gonna cum just like this?” “That pretty little hand makin’ yourself shake?”

You let out a soft gasp.

“Close…” “Yeah, you are. Look at you.” “Makin’ yourself come in the mirror like a fuckin’ dream.”

But then his hand grabbed your wrist — not rough, just enough to stop.

“Not yet.”

You whined — actually whined.

“Rhett—” “You test me again, sweetheart,” he said, voice full gravel now, “and I’ll edge you ‘til the goddamn sun comes up.”

He turned you slightly, nudged your legs apart with his knee. Still behind. Still clothed. You could feel the hard line of him pressing against you through his jeans.

He reached around you — one hand sliding into your underwear, finally replacing your own.

“This what you wanted?” “My fingers. Not yours.”

You choked on a moan when he found that perfect pressure.

“Rhett—” “That’s it, baby.” “Say my name like that. Like it’s the only one you know.”

His free hand came up, palming your breast, thumb dragging across your nipple as his other hand worked you open.

“You watchin’? You see what I do to you?”

You nodded — frantic.

“I see — I see it, I—” “Good.”

His mouth was hot against your neck now. Kissing. Biting. Groaning low like the sound of you falling apart was the only thing that made him feel right in the world.

You started to come. Could feel it crashing up behind your teeth.

“Let go,” he whispered. “Right here. Look at what you look like when you break for me.”

You did. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Gasping his name in a voice that didn’t sound like yours. Watching yourself come with his hand between your legs, his body behind yours, his eyes on your soul.

The mirror didn’t lie. And neither did he.

—

You were still gasping. Legs trembling. His hand soaked, still buried between your thighs.

But Rhett didn’t back off.

Didn’t give you space to recover or catch your breath. He stayed right there — pressed up behind you like the only thing keeping you standing.

His voice rasped low behind your ear, wrecked and wrecking:

“You see yourself?” “See how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum for me?”

You nodded, throat too tight to speak.

“Good.” “Don’t forget it.”

Then his hand slid out from your underwear, fingers wet and shining. He brought them up to your lips — slow.

“Open.”

You did. No hesitation. Mouth parted like instinct. Tongue brushing his fingers as he pushed them past your lips.

He groaned. Actually groaned. The sound punched out of him like he wasn’t ready for how hot that would be.

“Goddamn.” “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

You pulled back just enough to murmur:

“Then come take what’s yours.”

Something snapped.

He spun you — fast, controlled — and walked you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. Then he dropped to his own, yanking your underwear down your legs and off like they offended him.

He didn’t undress himself fast. No — he made you watch.

Hands going to his belt. That heavy clink of the buckle. The low drag of denim.

The sound of him sucking in a breath as he freed himself, hard and already leaking.

You stared.

He smirked.

“You got that look again.” “What look?” “Like you’re about to say somethin’ smart — and then forget how to speak.” You narrowed your eyes. “Still talking a lot for someone who hasn’t fucked me yet.”

That did it.

He stepped back, breathing heavy, then reached for your thigh and pulled you upright again. The mirror caught both your reflections as he turned you around, walking you those few steps back to where the light hit just right.

“You wanna mouth off?” he said, dragging your body flush to his. “Then you better say it while you can still breathe.”

He pressed you against the dresser, both of you now facing the mirror. Your bare skin flushed. His chest against your back. One hand wrapped around your waist.

The other guiding himself between your legs.

“Keep lookin’.” “I want you to see everything.”

You felt the press — thick, hot, insistent. And then the stretch. The fill.

Slow at first. Too slow.

You whimpered.

“Rhett—” “Hush.” “I’m not just fuckin’ you tonight.” “I’m makin’ you remember.”

He pushed in all the way — deep, hard — until your body shook with it.

The mirror blurred for a second. Then cleared.

You watched your own mouth fall open. Your legs tremble. The way your hands scrambled for the dresser edge just to keep from collapsing.

Rhett’s voice was a growl now. Low. Full of dirt and smoke.

“That’s it.” “You take me so good.” “Look at the way you open for me.”

Each thrust was rougher now — deliberate. Designed to ruin. Your bodies moving together in the mirror. His abs flexing with every snap of his hips. Your eyes going wide every time he hit that spot inside you that made the whole room tilt.

“You like bein’ watched?” he rasped. “Like seein’ what I do to you?” “Yes—yes—fuck, Rhett—” “Say it.” “I love it—love watching—fuck, you feel so good, I—” “You gonna come again?” “I—I don’t know, I—” “Yeah, you do.” “Feel you squeezin’. So fuckin’ tight—this pussy’s beggin’.”

His hand snuck between your thighs again, fingers rubbing that same perfect circle, and you screamed.

There was no other word for it. No moan. No whimper. Just pure wreckage, pure overload, as your whole body clenched and shook and broke right there in his arms — in front of that goddamn mirror.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t believe the way you looked, fucked-out and shaking and glowing with sweat.

Rhett didn’t stop.

“One more.” “You’ve got another in you. Don’t you, baby?”

You couldn’t speak.

So he just kept moving.

Kept giving.

And when he finally groaned your name — loud, wrecked, desperate — you felt it everywhere. His hands. His cum. His breath. His everything.

You both collapsed forward — your palms against the dresser, his body draped over yours like he couldn’t bear to let go.

Then came the whisper:

“That’s what a win’s supposed to feel like.”

—

You didn’t even remember how you made it to the bed.

Just that suddenly, you were there — tangled in his arms, both of you too raw to speak, too wrung-out to move. The hum of the air conditioner, the slow thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. The mirror sat across from you still, catching just the edge of your bodies in the warm lamplight.

Rhett breathed hard behind you. One hand splayed low over your stomach, the other limp beneath your neck, curled around you like a promise.

“You okay?” you murmured.

He nodded, but it was slow. Then:

“Yeah. Just thinkin’.”

His voice sounded… far away. Like he was still chasing something he hadn’t caught.

You turned a little, just enough to press your lips to his jaw. He didn’t flinch, didn’t smile.

Then, softly — almost like it wasn’t meant to be heard:

“They think they own me.”

You froze.

“Not just the rides. Me.”

His arm around you tensed, just for a second.

“My name, my face, the fuckin’ hat. Like I’m a character they can put on a poster and sell to families.”

You stayed quiet. You knew this wasn’t the kind of wound you dressed with words. So you just ran your fingers along his ribs. Gentle. Present.

“I didn’t start this for applause. Or sponsors. Or to look pretty for a camera.” “I did it ‘cause I felt alive when it was me and the bull and the dirt and nothin’ else.”

He exhaled hard. Jaw flexed again.

“But now they wanna polish it. Strip the grit. Make it palatable. Safer. Sellable.”

A pause. Then, quieter:

“Some days it feels like they’d rather I smile on command than ride like I’ve got fire in my veins.”

You pressed your palm flat against his chest. His heartbeat thudded fast, hard.

“You’re not a product, Rhett.” “No,” he said. Voice lower now. Rougher. “But they keep tryin’ to box me in like one.”

He looked over at the mirror. Just the corner of it visible now in the dim light.

“I don’t like mirrors.” “You picked that one.” “I picked you.” “The mirror just... happened to be where I could watch you come apart for me.”

You smiled — small, soft.

“You’re allowed to be seen, you know. Not just used.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just curled his arm tighter around your waist. Pressed his face into your shoulder.

“You saw me tonight.” “Yeah. I did.” “All of me.” “And I wanted every bit.”

He pulled back just far enough to look at you.

“That’s what a win’s supposed to feel like.”

You brushed a thumb along his cheekbone.

“To the mirror?” “No, darlin’. To you.”

A beat passed. He kissed your knuckles. Then whispered against them:

“You wanna know what I saw in that mirror?” “Tell me.” “My whole damn future. Lookin’ back at me.”

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The Cost of Fire

- Summary: The conclusion of the Dance. Where Gwayne and the reader married under watchful eyes of the Seven.

- Paring: targ!reader/Gwanye Hightower

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is younger sister of Rhaenyra, was bonded with Silverwing. These events happen right after Where Honor Burns. If you want to read all parts before this in chronological order, visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top. This is the final part of this series. That being said, it doesn't mean there will not be separate works posted that are reader/Gwayne themed.

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Word count: 4 299

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The Sept is quiet, save for the murmured prayers of Septon Eustace. The light of a dozen flickering candles dances across the stone walls, casting long shadows as you stand beside Gwayne Hightower, your hands tightly clasped together. His touch is warm and reassuring, but the gravity of the moment hangs heavily in the air. This wedding is not grand; it is far from the dreams of princesses and noble ladies. Still, for you and Gwayne, it is enough—a small sliver of peace amidst the ruins of war. The words of the Septon flow through the chapel, sanctifying a union that has been long denied, long awaited.

You chance a glance at Gwayne as Septon Eustace speaks the final vows. His eyes are on you, soft and brimming with a tenderness that you hadn’t known you longed for until now. In his gaze, there is no regret, no fear—only the promise of something different, something better than what you have known. He mouths your name softly as the Septon pronounces you husband and wife. When the time comes for him to kiss you, it is gentle, his lips lingering just a moment longer as if savoring the taste of something long forbidden and precious. For a brief instant, it is just the two of you in that small Sept, the world beyond forgotten.

But the world does not forget you.

The doors to the Sept creak open as you and Gwayne step out, hand in hand. The air is thick with tension, colder than it should be, and it prickles at your skin. Otto Hightower stands at the foot of the steps, his eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of his son beside you. There is a hardness to his gaze, a judgment that has yet to be spoken but lingers between you all. Alicent is beside him, her hands clasped in prayer as if she’s hoping the gods will deliver some miracle to mend what remains broken.

“Father,” Gwayne says, his voice cutting through the chill.

Otto’s gaze sharpens. “You’ve married a traitor who crippled your King,” he replies coolly, his words laced with venom, though his voice remains calm. “This will not save us from the bloodshed to come.”

Gwayne straightens, the steel in his tone unmistakable. “It is done. I stand by my wife and our family.”

Before Otto can retort, the blaring of horns slices through the air, causing heads to turn skyward. Your heart seizes in your chest as a shadow ripples over the courtyard. Merothrax, sleek and deadly, his wings slicing through the clouds, circles thrice above the Sept before descending. The air hums with the sound of his wings beating against the sky, a warning in every gust of wind he sends tearing through the grounds below. The dragon's indigo scales shimmer, streaks of silver catching the sunlight as he twists in the air with a grace that belies his size.

When Merothrax finally lands, the stone steps of the Sept crack beneath the weight of his claws. The ground shudders as his tail swipes across the rubble, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest. Vaeron, your son, dismounts with the ease of one born in the saddle, his blue eyes gleaming as he surveys the scene below. The Kingsguard react immediately, swords drawn as they move to surround him.

“Hold!” Gwayne’s voice booms with authority, making even the Kingsguard hesitate. His grip tightens on your hand as he steps forward, positioning himself between you and the threat. “Any man who dares raise a blade to my son will answer to me.”

Otto’s eyes flash with anger. “That boy just desecrated the Sept with his dragon’s claws!” he snaps, his voice harsh with barely concealed fury. “Does he think himself above gods and men alike?”

Before Gwayne can respond, you step forward, your voice cold and unwavering. “He is a dragon, Lord Otto. He answers to neither gods nor men.”

The defiance in your tone sends a ripple of unease through those gathered. You see the way Otto’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he weighs his next words. Alicent’s hand rises to her chest as if she might speak another prayer, but she remains silent, her eyes flicking from you to Vaeron, studying the boy—no, the young man—who now stands before her. She has not seen him since he was a babe cradled in your arms, and now he stands tall, a rider of Merothrax, with your fire in his blood and Gwayne’s resolve in his bones.

For a moment, the tension is suffocating, the silence heavy with unspoken threats. But then Alicent speaks, her voice soft yet firm. “We are not here to fight,” she says, her eyes lingering on Vaeron. “The war has taken too much already.”

Otto’s lips press into a thin line, but he swallows his anger, his eyes flicking between you, Gwayne, and Vaeron. He does not bow his head, but there is a begrudging acceptance in his gaze. “The boy has power,” he concedes quietly, though there is no warmth in his tone. “Power that may yet be of use—if he can be controlled.”

Vaeron steps forward, his gaze fixed on Otto, and the shadows seem to deepen around him as Merothrax rumbles behind him. “I am no one’s pawn,” he states firmly. The certainty in his voice leaves no room for doubt, his defiance a mirror of yours. “And neither is my mother.”

You smile faintly at the pride in your son’s words, a rare moment of victory amidst the mire of this bitter world. Gwayne’s hand finds yours once more, a silent reassurance that you will face whatever comes together. 

Otto watches the scene with thinly veiled calculation, but as he turns to walk away, you catch the barest flicker of doubt in his eyes. Whether it is fear, respect, or something else entirely, you cannot tell. But as Alicent follows him, her gaze lingers on Vaeron one last time, as if she sees a glimmer of hope—or a threat—that might one day change the course of all their schemes.

And as Merothrax’s low growl echoes through the courtyard, you know that the game has shifted, and your place within it is no longer one to be overlooked.

The Great Hall of the Red Keep is bathed in the warm glow of flickering torches. Though it lacks the splendor and grandiosity of past celebrations, tonight’s feast is still an occasion. Gwayne had insisted on it—an attempt to stitch together what remains of your family, to find a sense of normalcy, even if only for a few hours. The food is simple but well-prepared, roasted meats and seasoned vegetables set upon long tables adorned with the banners of both House Hightower and House Targaryen. The tension from the day still lingers, like the ghost of smoke clinging to the air.

You sit at Gwayne’s side, your gaze moving from your husband to your son. Vaeron, with the confidence only a dragonrider possesses, takes his place among the gathered lords and ladies, every inch the prince, despite the wary glances cast his way. His presence dominates the hall, drawing eyes even from those who once might have doubted him. He bears a regal poise, his indigo riding leathers still marked with faint streaks of ash from Merothrax’s flight. But there’s also something wild in him, a restlessness that speaks to his upbringing under Daemon’s shadow.

At the end of the table, Queen Helaena sits, her soft-spoken nature a stark contrast to the world that swirls around her. She picks at her food with delicate fingers, humming quietly to herself. Her gaze occasionally lifts to Vaeron with curiosity, though she remains distant, her thoughts known only to her. You can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her—a queen trapped in a cage of tragedy, even as she clings to her gentle nature.

Gwayne breaks the silence between you, his voice low but filled with determination. “Vaeron,” he begins, drawing your son’s attention. There’s a pause as Gwayne studies him, as if seeing the boy for the first time—not as a distant figure raised on Dragonstone, but as his blood. “It has been far too long since I had the proper chance to know you.”

Vaeron meets his gaze, unflinching. “Perhaps that was no fault of yours, nor mine,” he replies, his words edged with the faintest hint of bitterness, though not unkind.

Gwayne inclines his head in acknowledgment. “No, perhaps not. But we can make amends for what time has stolen from us. You’re my son, Vaeron, and I would know you, as any father should.” There is sincerity in Gwayne’s voice, and it resonates through the hall, causing some of the lords to glance curiously between father and son.

Vaeron’s blue eyes search Gwayne’s face, as if weighing his words. “You wish to know me now, after years of silence? I was raised by men who saw war as a way of life. What is there in me you would recognize?”

A silence follows, tense and fraught with unspoken pain, until Otto Hightower, who has been watching the exchange from his seat with calculating eyes, leans forward. “You are our blood, Vaeron,” Otto interjects, his tone softer than usual, though still tinged with his signature sharpness. “Regardless of your upbringing, that cannot be denied. We may not share the same values as those you were raised under, but family remains.”

Vaeron’s eyes flicker to Otto, an amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Do you see family when you look at me, Lord Hand? Or do you see Daemon’s legacy?” There’s a challenge in his words, a test to see whether Otto can acknowledge what has shaped him without rejecting him outright.

Otto’s expression tightens briefly, the distaste for Daemon still apparent, but he tempers it with a measure of diplomacy. “I see both, boy. You carry traits of that man, yes, but you also carry the blood of Hightower and Targaryen, a union that could yet stabilize what remains of this realm.”

Gwayne’s eyes flash at Otto’s words. “He is more than just a symbol of peace, Father. He’s my son, and I would have him know his worth beyond whatever schemes the realm wishes to thrust upon him.”

A tense silence falls as Vaeron considers their words. He leans back in his chair, tapping a finger lightly against the table. “And what is it you wish from me then, grandsire?” Vaeron’s voice drips with the same playful mockery Daemon often wielded like a blade. “To be a well-mannered lord? A proper heir to the Hightower? Or perhaps you simply wish to mold me into something more… agreeable?”

Otto’s eyes narrow, but Alicent, who has remained quiet beside him, places a calming hand on his arm. She speaks then, her voice gentle but firm. “No one seeks to shape you into what you are not, Vaeron. But we do hope you might find a place here, among kin, where you do not have to be at war with the world.”

Vaeron’s expression softens slightly, and he glances briefly at you, his mother, before his gaze returns to Gwayne. “And what of you, father? What place do you imagine for me here?”

Gwayne’s response is steady and unwavering. “You are a prince, a dragonrider, and a son. Your place is by our side, wherever we may stand, and to be free to carve your own path—no matter what others may wish.”

A brief flicker of approval crosses Vaeron’s face at Gwayne’s words, but before he can respond, Helaena suddenly speaks up from across the table, her voice dreamy and distant. “Dragons dance in shadows… They circle in the dark… but the light cannot find them…” She trails off, her gaze unfocused as if seeing something beyond the hall. The room falls quiet, her cryptic words sending a shiver down the spines of those who know her visions often carry more weight than they first seem.

The tension lingers for a moment, but it passes as Vaeron turns back to Gwayne with a faint smirk. “It seems, father, that you and I have much to learn about each other. Perhaps we’ll begin with a flight together one day—Merothrax would not object.”

Gwayne’s smile is warm, a rare flicker of hope blooming in his eyes. “I’d like that.”

Otto watches the exchange, a look of grudging respect dawning on his face, though his eyes remain cautious. Perhaps, in this moment, he sees that his grandson is not simply a reflection of Daemon’s influence, but a man in his own right—one who bears both fire and blood, and who may yet be a force of both destruction and renewal.

As the night wears on, conversations resume, laughter and music slowly returning to the hall. The war is not forgotten, and neither are the scars left by it, but for tonight, amidst the crackling fires and shared glances, a fragile sense of family takes root.

The heavy doors of the chamber creak shut with a finality that sends a shiver down your spine. The world outside fades, leaving only you and Gwayne bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. The silence is thick with anticipation as you stand together, breaths mingling as your eyes lock. There’s a hunger in his gaze that mirrors your own—a longing that’s been denied for far too long under approval of gods. The tension that’s built throughout the day, the battles fought with words and looks, melts away in the face of something far more primal, far more honest.

Gwayne steps forward, his hands cradling your face as his lips crash into yours with a fervor that takes your breath away. You cling to him, your fingers threading through his hair as he deepens the kiss, tasting you like a man starved. The intensity of it drives all thoughts from your mind until there is nothing but the sensation of him, the heat between you both threatening to consume you whole. His hands are strong, yet gentle as they slide down your back, pulling you flush against him.

He doesn’t waste time. In a swift, fluid motion, he lifts you from the ground, making you gasp into his mouth as he carries you to a nearby table. The wood is cool against your thighs as he sets you down, but the chill is quickly forgotten as his hands begin to work on the ties of your gown, fingers deftly undoing the laces and letting the fabric slide from your shoulders. His lips follow the trail, pressing heated kisses to every inch of newly bared skin.

“Too long…” he murmurs against your collarbone, his voice thick with need. “Far too long I’ve dreamed of this, of having you like this, as my wife.”

You arch into him, your own hands growing impatient as you tug at his tunic, desperate to feel him. “Then don’t wait,” you whisper, your words a breathless plea as you finally pull the fabric over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest.

There’s a dark chuckle that rumbles in his throat as he presses you back against the table, his hands now roaming freely across your exposed skin. “Impatient, are we?” he teases, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Good… because I don’t intend to be gentle tonight.”

Your response is cut off by another searing kiss, this one more demanding, more possessive. He tugs at your skirts, hiking them up over your hips until they’re bunched around your waist. One hand grips your thigh, pulling you closer to the edge of the table, while the other makes quick work of his own breeches. The friction of his rough hands against your skin, coupled with the heat of his body pressing into yours, sends a jolt of anticipation through you.

When he finally moves into you, you both moan into the kiss, the sound swallowed by the fervor of your mouths locked together. The stretch of him inside you is everything you’d craved, the ache of it sweet and demanding as he begins to move. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, every motion designed to draw another gasp, another moan from your lips. You cling to him, nails digging into his back as you match his rhythm, each of you lost in the pleasure that’s been denied for far too long.

He leans in, forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged as he murmurs, “Gods, you feel better every time, better than any dream.”

Your response is a broken moan as he shifts his angle, hitting that spot deep inside that has you seeing stars. “Gwayne… please…” Your words are barely coherent, more a whimper than a demand, but he understands. His pace quickens, hips driving into yours with an urgency that sends you teetering on the edge.

The table creaks beneath the weight of your movements, but neither of you care. Your world has narrowed to the slick heat between you, the rough texture of his skin against yours, and the way your bodies move in perfect, desperate sync. But it’s not enough—there’s more to be had, more to give.

With a sudden motion, he sweeps you into his arms again, carrying you the short distance to the bed. You fall onto the soft sheets, a tangle of limbs and half-discarded clothing as he settles over you. The fire in his eyes is matched by the possessive grip of his hands as they slide down your sides, pulling you closer as he thrusts into you once more. This time, the bed gives him more leverage, allowing him to push deeper, harder, each motion drawing cries from your lips that mix with his own groans of pleasure.

“Say you’re mine,” he rasps out between thrusts, his voice rough with need. “Say it.”

You gasp, your back arching as the tension coils tight in your belly, every muscle tensing as you race toward that inevitable fall. “I’m yours, Gwayne,” you manage, voice breathless and trembling. “Now and always.”

His lips crash against yours in a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue than anything else, the urgency of it matched only by the way his hips snap into yours, driving you both toward release. The world narrows, the sensations overwhelming, until finally, with a shattered cry, you come undone beneath him. The pleasure rips through you, every nerve alight as you clench around him, dragging him over the edge with you. His groan is deep and guttural as he spills into you, hips jerking with the force of his release.

For a moment, all is still—the only sounds are your ragged breaths mingling in the quiet room. He doesn’t move, holding you close as you both come down from the high, the afterglow wrapping you in a warmth that has nothing to do with the fire burning in the hearth.

When he finally does pull back, it’s only to press a tender kiss to your brow, his thumb brushing your cheek as he whispers, “My wife… my love.”

You smile softly, your fingers tracing the lines of his face, committing every detail to memory. “And you, my husband… the one thing this war could not take from me.”

He chuckles softly, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, keeping you close. “There will be more battles to fight, but we’ll face them,” he promises, his voice laced with a quiet determination. “No matter what comes.”

You nod, nestling into the warmth of his chest, content in the knowledge that, for now, in this moment, you are together—no schemes, no politics, just the two of you bound by love, trust, and the promise of a future that is finally yours to claim.

The Chronicles of the Dance’s Aftermath: The Union of House Hightower and the Younger Targaryen Daughter

Excerpt from "Fire and Blood, Volume II: The Aftermath of the Dance" by Archmaester Eldric

The marriage of Gwayne Hightower and the princess Y/N, younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, stands as one of the most pivotal yet understated unions in the years following the Dance of the Dragons. In a time marked by bloodshed, treachery, and the near-ruin of the realm, this marriage represented a fleeting hope for stability, although the shadows of war still clung to the Red Keep like a persistent mist.

The Marriage and Its Immediate Consequences

By most accounts, the wedding was a muted affair, held in the shadow of ruin and loss. Witnesses describe—like Mushroom, the court fool and chronicler—the gathering as tense, with little joy to be found. Yet, within that tension lay the seeds of reconciliation. Gwayne Hightower’s insistence on wedding the princess, despite the open enmity between the Hightowers and Targaryens during the Dance, is said to have been an act of both love and defiance—defiance not just toward the whims of his father, Otto Hightower, (who once favored this union) but against the old order that had allowed the realm to descend into madness.

One cannot overlook the presence of the princess’ son, Vaeron Targaryen, upon his sleek indigo dragon Merothrax during the ceremony. His dramatic arrival and the desecration of the Sept sparked fury in the hearts of the pious, with Otto Hightower voicing his displeasure at such an audacious display of dragon power. However, it was in this very moment that the precarious threads of diplomacy between factions began to weave together once more.

Despite his bitter memories of Daemon Targaryen, Otto Hightower reportedly made cautious attempts to accept Vaeron as his grandson and integrate him into the political future of House Hightower and the realm. Though Vaeron’s upbringing under Daemon had forged a wild and defiant streak within him, his interactions with Gwayne were marked by a mutual, albeit tentative, respect. Some suggest that this connection laid the foundation for what followed—a reluctant but necessary peace.

The Birth of Alyssane Hightower and the Strengthening of House Alliances

In the year following the marriage, Y/N bore Gwayne a daughter, named Alyssane in honor of the late Queen Alyssane Targaryen, and in memory of princess's killed dragon, Silverwing. Two figures revered by both sides of the conflict. The birth of Alyssane was seen by many as a symbol of renewal—a delicate hope that the wounds of the past might one day heal. Chroniclers note that Dowager Queen Alicent herself, despite her initial reservations, took a deep interest in the child, seeing her as a potential link to unite the divided factions within the realm.

The girl’s birth also brought greater stability to the realm in the years that followed. The delicate truce between the remaining Targaryens and Hightowers, though always on the brink of collapse, was bolstered by this new generation. Rumors circulated in the halls of Oldtown that Otto Hightower, ever the schemer, entertained thoughts of betrothing young Alyssane to his great-grandson Aegon III, a third son of King Aegon II and Queen Helaena, a political move meant to fully merge the interests of Hightower and Targaryen. But in the end, the girl was given to wed Joffrey Velaryon in attempt to stop the flames of war to spread further.

Vaeron Targaryen: The Storm Within the Peace

The presence of Vaeron Targaryen, however, was a constant reminder of the untamed fire that still smoldered beneath the surface. Now grown into a man, Vaeron’s defiant nature and his bond with Merothrax made him a figure both feared and admired. Though raised by Daemon, Vaeron had a mind of his own and wielded his dragon not as a weapon of war, but as a reminder of his lineage’s enduring power.

Eyewitness accounts describe tense interactions between Vaeron and his grandsire, Otto Hightower. The elder statesman, while outwardly diplomatic, could not fully disguise his distrust of the boy. Some whispered that Vaeron’s very existence was a reminder of Otto’s failure to fully rid the realm of Daemon’s influence. Yet, others saw in Vaeron a bridge—albeit a perilous one—between the Hightowers and Targaryens, a prince who could carry forward a legacy tempered by both fire and reason.

The Realm in the Aftermath

The years following the Dance remained fraught with hardships, but the marriage of Gwayne and Y/N is often credited with preventing further civil war in the immediate aftermath. Otto Hightower, with his grip on power loosened by the marriage, began to retreat more often to Oldtown, while Alicent sought solace in prayer. It is said that, in her later years, she spent much time with young Alyssane, seeing in the child a chance to redeem the future for her bloodline.

Vaeron, meanwhile, grew into a prince whose legacy straddled both the Hightower and Targaryen lines. He became a key player in the ongoing political intrigue of the realm, always walking a fine line between his father’s calculated diplomacy and his mother’s fierce independence. In time, he would be known as “Vaeron the Bridger,” a prince who held together two rival houses with fire in his veins and a dragon at his command.

Yet, the peace that followed was not without its cracks. Despite the alliances forged, the realm was still deeply divided. The scars of the Dance would never fully heal, and as Vaeron and Merothrax grew more influential, many feared that the young dragon would one day ignite another conflict—one that would once again send the realm spiraling into chaos.

In the end, the marriage of Gwayne and Y/N is remembered as a moment when hope and ambition, love and duty, mingled in a fragile dance, one that briefly steadied a realm teetering on the edge of ruin. Whether it truly brought peace or merely delayed the inevitable remains a question for the histories, but for a time, at least, it kept the dragons’ fire from consuming the realm whole.

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Jilted.

Summary:

After Y.N is jilted at the alter she recieves comfort from an unlikely source.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Mention of Infidelity, Smut, Kissing, Fingering, Oral Sex (F Recieving), P in V.

AEMOND x Y.N

Word Count: 8278

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Y.N sat on the soft grass, her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared out at the river flowing in front of her, the bottle of champagne gripped tightly in one hand.

It had been meant for a toast on what should have been the happiest day of her life—her wedding day—but now it served a different purpose entirely.

Her mascara ran in dark streaks down her cheeks, mixing with the tears that continued to fall as she wiped them away with an angry swipe.

She raised the bottle to her lips and took a deep swig, the bubbles burning her throat.

She wasn’t sure if the burning was from the alcohol or from the bitterness that welled up inside her. Jacaerys, she thought, her lips curling into a frown as his name echoed through her mind. Her fiancé—no, her ex-fiancé—had come to her before the ceremony and confessed to being in love with another woman.

He had left her here, heartbroken and humiliated, without so much as a second thought.

"Fucking coward," she muttered bitterly under her breath, taking another swig. He hadn’t even had the decency to tell the guests himself that the wedding was off.

No, he’d left that task to her, left her to stand in front of their family and friends and break the news.

The memory of their shocked faces, the murmurs of confusion and pity, was still fresh in her mind. She had never felt more embarrassed.

From the distance, she could hear the faint sounds of music drifting from the estate.

She had insisted everyone still attend, considering everything had already been paid for.

At least someone’s having a good time, she thought bitterly.

The life she had imagined with Jace, the children they had talked about, the future they had planned—it was all shattered now.

She let out a huff of frustration, bringing the bottle back to her lips for another long drink.

“How could he do this to me?” she whispered, her voice trembling. She thought they had been happy.

What had gone wrong?

As she wiped her face with the back of her hand, she heard footsteps approaching from behind. Her shoulders tensed, and she let out an annoyed sigh.

"I thought I said I wanted to be alone," she called out, her voice rough from the crying.

She turned her head, to see Aemond Targaryen, her ex fiancé’s uncle.

He stood there, his long silver hair shimmering in the moonlight as he casually leaned against a tree, lighting a cigarette.

He took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the evening air before meeting her gaze with his cool, ever-watchful eye.

He was dressed impeccably as always, but there was an unreadable expression on his face as he watched her.

“Well,” Y.N said, wiping away another tear and taking another sip from the champagne bottle. “Come to gloat?”

Aemond raised a brow, but said nothing for a moment, simply taking another drag before responding. “Hardly.” His voice was low, calm, as though nothing in the world could ever rattle him. He let the silence stretch out before he added, “Just thought you could use some company.”

Y.N snorted at that, shaking her head. “I’m not exactly great company right now.”

"Neither am I," Aemond replied dryly, his lips curling into the slightest hint of a smirk.

He moved to sit down beside her, still keeping a comfortable distance, the smoke from his cigarette curling up into the air.

She glanced at him, unsure whether to be annoyed by his presence or grateful for the distraction. “You don’t strike me as the comforting type.”

Aemond chuckled softly, the sound almost surprising in its warmth. "I’m not. But for you I shall make an exception” he said, glancing out at the river.

Y.N stared at the cigarette Aemond held loosely between his fingers, the smoke swirling into the air in lazy patterns.

Without a word, she reached over and plucked it from his hand, bringing it to her lips for a long, deliberate drag.

The familiar burn of nicotine filled her lungs, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, savouring the feeling she hadn’t allowed herself in years.

Aemond arched a brow, clearly surprised. "I didn’t know you smoked."

Y.N exhaled the smoke with a scoff, her lips curling bitterly. "I used to. But I gave it up because Jace didn’t like it." She took another drag, the resentment heavy in her voice. "But he’s not here, is he? So, fuck it."

Aemond huffed a low laugh at that, when Y.N offered him the cigarette back he shook his head, before pulling another from his pack and lighting it effortlessly. "Fair enough."

Y.N watched the flame briefly before taking another long drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke slip from her lips in a quiet sigh.

The music from the distant reception still played faintly in the background, a cruel reminder of the day that should have been hers.

“Has Jace’s mother and stepfather left yet?” she asked, the bitterness creeping back into her voice.

Aemond took a drag before answering, his tone as nonchalant as ever. “Yes. They couldn’t get out of there quick enough.”

Y.N scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “No doubt Rhaenyra’s gone to coddle her darling boy. It’ll all be my fault, of course. I drove him into another woman’s arms, or whatever bullshit excuse she decides to come up with.” Her voice was sharp with resentment. “Seems to be a talent of hers—blaming others for her sons’ actions.”

Aemond’s lips curled slightly as he glanced at her. “I’ve experienced that myself.”

Y.N knew exactly what he was referring to. Her gaze lingered on the scar that marred the left side of his face, the reminder of the day Jace’s younger brother, Lucerys, had slashed out Aemond’s eye when they were children.

Aemond had never received an apology. Lucerys had never been punished. Another one of Rhaenyra’s sons shielded from the consequences of his actions.

She took another drag, feeling the cigarette burn down to its end before stubbing it out in the grass. Her thoughts swirled darkly, anger and confusion twisting together.

She unscrewed the champagne bottle again and took a swig, then wordlessly offered it to Aemond. He accepted without hesitation, taking a drink before handing it back.

“There’s one thing I can’t understand,” Y.N muttered, staring at the bubbles rising inside the bottle.

Aemond flicked ash from his cigarette, giving her a sidelong glance. “What’s that?”

Y.N shook her head, her brow furrowing. “If Jace is in love with someone else, it’s obviously been going on for a while-why not just end things with me? Why ask me to marry him? Why go through all the planning, the ceremony, spending all this money—for it to end up like this?”

Aemond took a slow drag, his expression contemplative. When he spoke, his voice was cold and matter-of-fact. “Because he’s a fucking spineless coward.”

Y.N huffed in agreement, her lips tightening in frustration. "You got that right." In a sudden, angry gesture, she reached up and ripped the veil from her head, throwing it to the ground beside her.

The delicate fabric fluttered briefly before settling in the grass, forgotten.

Aemond stifled his cigarette in the dirt, watching her with a quiet intensity. Then he noticed the way her shoulders had started to shake ever so slightly, her body trembling from the cool breeze now settling in for the evening.

Without a word, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Y.N blinked in surprise, turning her head slightly to look at him. “Thanks,” she murmured, her voice softening.

Aemond nodded, his sharp gaze lingering on her face. He noticed the fresh tears that were sliding down her cheeks, the pain evident despite her attempts to mask it with bitterness and anger.

For a brief moment, he hesitated, unsure if she would accept comfort from him.

He shifted slightly, reaching out but pausing just before his arm could settle around her shoulders. “Is it okay?” he asked quietly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

Y.N gave a small nod, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

With that, Aemond wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a warm, firm embrace. Y.N didn’t resist.

She leaned into him, burying her face into his shoulder as the tears came faster now, her body shaking with quiet sobs.

He held her tightly, letting her cry without saying a word, offering her the kind of quiet strength she hadn’t known she needed.

After a few minutes of quiet sobbing in Aemond's embrace, Y.N suddenly pulled away, furiously swiping the tears from her cheeks.

Her jaw tightened as she shook her head, her voice firm with newfound resolve. "I’ve shed too many tears over that man today, and I refuse to cry anymore."

Aemond, watching her closely, reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief. "May I?" he asked, his voice as gentle as it had been all evening.

Y.N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes.”

Aemond shifted closer, lifting his hand and gently placing it under her chin, tilting her face up toward him.

His touch was unexpectedly soft as he wiped away the stray tears that still clung to her cheeks, dabbing at the streaks of mascara with deliberate care.

His fingers brushed against her skin, and for a moment, their eyes locked, the spark of something unspoken passing between them.

Neither of them moved for a moment, but then their faces inched closer, the tension in the air palpable.

Y.N’s breath caught in her throat, and Aemond’s hand paused under her chin, his gaze flicking briefly to her lips—

Then his phone buzzed, shattering the moment.

Aemond blinked, his expression shifting as he reluctantly pulled his phone from his pocket.

He glanced at the screen, his thumb brushing across it to check the message.

It was a text from Helaena: Heading home with Aegon. You coming?

Aemond’s lips thinned for a moment before he typed back a quick response: No. I’m staying with Y.N.

He waited a moment, then Helaena’s reply came through: Take care of her.

Aemond slipped his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention back to Y.N, whose eyes were still clouded with the remnants of her earlier emotions.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady.

"It was just Helaena," Aemond said with a small shrug. "She’s heading home with Aegon and asked if I was coming."

Y.N gave a half-hearted smile, her tone self-conscious. “You can leave if you want to. You don’t have to stay with me.”

Aemond looked at her, his gaze unwavering. "I’ll stay if you want me to."

Y.N’s eyes softened at his words. “I’d like that”.

Aemond glanced down at the empty champagne bottle between them, an amused smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "We might need more to drink, though," he pointed out, his tone light as he lifted the bottle, giving it a little shake.

Y.N huffed a quiet laugh, the tension in her chest easing ever so slightly. "I’ve got a mini bar in my room," she said, standing up slowly.

She clutched his suit jacket tighter around her shoulders, the warmth of the fabric still clinging to her.

Aemond stood up as well, slipping his hands into his pockets as he gave her a small, knowing smile. "Lead the way."

Y.N met his gaze for a moment before turning toward the estate, her steps steady, the weight of the evening still heavy on her—but somehow, with Aemond beside her, it didn’t feel quite so unbearable.

As Y.N unlocked the door to her room, Aemond’s sharp eye immediately took in the sight before him.

The rose petals on the bed, arranged meticulously in the shape of a heart, a cruel reminder of what this room had been meant for.

The honeymoon suite. He glanced over at Y.N as she kicked off her heels without a second thought, crossing the room and draping his jacket over the back of a chair before heading straight for the mini bar.

"Don’t you have to pay for that?" Aemond asked, raising an amused eyebrow as he watched her pull out a handful of miniature bottles.

Y.N flashed him a mischievous smile. “Yes, but it’s not me paying. It’s Jace-he used his credit card to pay for the room-”

Aemond let out a genuine laugh, the sound rich and deep as he crossed the room. “Well, in that case-” He grabbed a handful of the tiny bottles, particularly all the whiskeys.

He poured them each a drink, watching as Y.N downed the amber liquid in one go, grimacing at the harsh burn it left behind.

Y.N sat down on the bed with a soft thud, laughing as Aemond handed her another drink. He tilted his head, curious. “What’s so funny?”

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. “When I woke up this morning, I never imagined I’d end up in the honeymoon suite-with Jace’s uncle.”

Aemond smirked as he leaned against the bedpost, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Could be worse. You could be with Jace.”

Y.N burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Yeah, and none the wiser to his cheating.”

Aemond’s expression darkened for a moment before he gave a slow nod. “Blessing in disguise, then.”

Y.N raised her glass, her eyes locking with his. “Here’s to spending the night in far better company.”

Aemond’s smirk widened. “Here, here.” They both downed their drinks in unison, the liquid burning all the way down, and Aemond poured them each another.

As the silence settled between them, Y.N leaned back slightly, her gaze drifting over him with a curious intensity. “You know,” she said slowly, “I always thought you didn’t like me.”

Aemond looked at her, caught off guard. “No-why would you think that?”

She shrugged, her fingers tracing the edge of her glass. “You never looked at me when I was around. Never spoke to me unless you had to.”

Aemond sighed softly, running a hand through his silver hair. “It’s not that I disliked you,” he said quietly. “I just-find it easier to push people away.”

Y.N tilted her head, her expression softening. “That’s not a healthy way to live.”

Aemond gave her a wry smile, his gaze flickering with something like understanding. “Neither is changing who you are to suit someone else’s idea of you.”

Y.N blinked at that, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Aemond took another sip of his drink before speaking. “I mean how you changed when you started up with Jace. You stopped being-you.”

Y.N scoffed softly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What would you know about that?”

Aemond’s voice was steady, unflinching. “Oh, I know plenty. Like how you gave up smoking because he didn’t like it. How you turned down that dream job offer because Jace threw a tantrum about you being away too often. And how you stopped dyeing your hair because he didn’t like the colour.”

Y.N opened her mouth to argue but quickly closed it, swallowing hard as she looked away. “That’s not—”

Aemond cut her off, his voice firm. “What happened? Of course it is. You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me. Any man who treats a woman like that is no man at all.”

Y.N looked down at her glass, biting her lip. “Maybe…”

Aemond scoffed, sitting down on the bed beside her. “There’s no ‘maybe’ about it,” he said, his voice low but insistent. “You don’t need to change yourself for anyone. You are perfect just the way you are.”

Y.N turned to face him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You think I’m perfect?”

Aemond downed the last of his whiskey, his gaze intense as it locked onto hers. “Yes,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “I always thought so.”

Y.N’s heart skipped a beat at his words, her pulse quickening as she leaned forward just slightly, her voice barely audible. “So, you wouldn’t change me?”

Aemond shook his head, his expression sincere. “No. I like you just the way you are.”

The air between them shifted, thick with tension as Y.N slowly leaned in closer, her gaze drifting to his lips.

Without thinking, she pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Aemond froze for a moment, caught off guard, but then responded, the kiss deepening as something ignited between them.

After a breathless second, he pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against hers. “I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with restraint.

Y.N shook her head, her hand cupping his cheek as she looked into his eyes. “You’re not. I want this. I want you.”

Aemond’s resolve crumbled at her words. He leaned in again, and this time, the kiss was urgent, filled with all the emotions neither of them had spoken aloud.

Aemond’s hands began to roam over Y.N’s body, his fingers gripping the fabric of her wedding dress.

In his desperation, he tugged too hard, the sound of ripping fabric breaking the silence. He froze for a moment, pulling back, eyes wide with regret as he muttered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

But Y.N shook her head, a wicked smile curling at the corners of her mouth. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Rip it some more.”

Aemond’s breath caught, a soft laugh escaping him as he eagerly obeyed. His hands found the delicate silken fabric again, tearing at it with abandon.

The sound of buttons popping off echoed in the room, the gown splitting further under his grasp, until the once-pristine dress hung in tatters from her body.

His eye darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, and before she could say another word, his mouth was on hers again, kissing her with a fervour that sent heat coursing through her veins.

Y.N moaned against his lips, her arms winding around his neck to pull him closer, pressing his lean body against hers.

As their kiss deepened, her fingers tangled in his long, silvery hair, tugging gently, and Aemond groaned into her mouth, his hips shifting toward her at the sensation.

Her hand trailed up to the leather strap of his eyepatch, her fingers brushing it tentatively. She broke the kiss just enough to whisper, “Can I take this off?”

Aemond stiffened for a moment, hesitation flashing in his eye. "It’s-unsightly," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want to scare you."

Y.N shook her head softly, her thumb brushing over the strap reassuringly. “It’s okay-you could never scare me”

He closed his eye, giving a small nod of consent, and Y.N carefully removed the patch, letting the worn leather slip from his face.

She gazed upon him, her breath catching as she took in the sight of the jagged scar that bisected his face, the brilliant sapphire gleaming where his left eye once was.

Y.N didn’t flinch or recoil. Instead, she reached up, cupping his face gently in her hands.

She pressed a soft kiss to the scar, her lips brushing over it with reverence, and whispered, “You are so beautiful.”

A single tear slid down Aemond’s cheek, and he pulled her into another kiss, this one tender and full of unspoken emotion.

Y.N responded with equal fervour, her hands running down his chest, fingers slipping beneath his shirt, feeling the hard muscle underneath.

As their bodies pressed even closer together, her hand drifted lower, fingers brushing over the bulge straining against his trousers.

Aemond’s breath hitched, a low groan vibrating in his throat as she cupped him, the pressure sending a rush of heat through him.

“I need you” exclaimed Aemond quietly as he pulled Y.N into his arms and ran his nose up and down her cheek, his hot breath tickling her skin.

“Then take me” whispered Y.N as the rest of her ruined dressed slipped from her body.

“Not wearing a bra, you naughty girl” muttered Aemond as he pressed a firm kiss to Y.N’s shoulder and directed her to sit on the bed.

Aemond’s singular blue eye roved over Y.N’s body, thinking how beautiful she was.

“Open”

Aemond smirked as Y.N obediently opened her mouth; he ran his thumb slowly over her plump lower lip before slipping it inside her mouth.

Without further prompting Y.N closed her mouth and began to suck, her tongue sliding along his thumb, Aemond watched as a small trickle of drool made its way down her chin.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue over her chin as Y.N continued to suck the thumb he had in her mouth.

“Such a good girl”

He removed his thumb and grasped Y.Ns chin, holding her mouth open as he leaned forward and spat in her open mouth.

“Swallow”

Aemond growled as he watched Y.N obey and swallow, her eyes never leaving his.

“Give me your hands” ordered Aemond as he slowly slipped off his tie and his shirt.

Y.N placed her wrists together and held them towards Aemond.

Aemond pressed Y.N backwards, so she was laying on the bed, he loomed over her as he hooked his long fingers on the tie and moved her arms above her head.

“Aemond” gasped Y.N.

“Don’t move your hands” said Aemond sternly.

Aemond pressed a series of delicate kisses to Y.N’s neck before he nipped at her ear lobe.

“Be a good girl for daddy” whispered Aemond as he moved his lips to hers.

Y.N whimpered as Aemond pulled away and began moving down, pressing kisses and running his tongue over her body as he went.

Aemond could still smell vanilla infused lotion that she had no doubt massaged into her skin earlier in the day.

When Y.N began squirming, Aemond knelt down beside the bed, reaching to remove her knickers, he bunched them up his hand before he pressed the white lacy material to his face, inhaling the scent of Y.N’s arousal, his eye rolling into the back of his head.

After stuffing the underwear into his pocket, Aemond slid his hands up Y.N’s smooth legs and held open her thighs as he moved forward and teasingly pressed his nose against her slick folds.

“A-Aemond”

“Hm, so wet for me baby” rasped Aemond.

“P-Please”

“Please-what?” asked Aemond.

“Please daddy. I’ve been so good” moaned Y.N as Aemond’s mouth descending on her cunny.

Ravenously, he pressed into Y.N’s core with his tongue, in and out.

Remembering that Aemond had ordered her not to move, Y.N clutched the bedspread above her head, her fingers digging into the fabric.

Aemond withdrew from her soaking wet core and lashed hard at her clitoris with his tongue, pulling on it with his lips.

He was hard, fast and brutal, alternating between her assaulted bundle of nerves and drinking deep from her cunt.

Y.N ground down on Aemond, hard; his tongue speared deeper inside her, and she felt the warm curl of her peak approach.

“That’s it come for me baby” urged Aemond, his fingers reaching forward to caress her pearl.

“AEMOND” screamed Y.N arching off the bed as she peaked.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he pressed a series of kisses to Y.N’s inner thighs.

“P-Please A-Aemond. Need you” begged Y.N.

Aemond rose from the floor, his chin shining with her slick, he smirked as he swiped the back of his hand over chin and then ran his tongue over his hand, savouring the delicious taste of Y.N.

Aemond reached forward and manoeuvred Y.N onto all fours, pressing her face into the mattress,  as she braced her weight on her arms.

Y.N was a delectable sight indeed, her arse in the air, her wet cunt on display, gods he needed to be inside her, but first he reached over her body and quickly untied her hands.

Throwing his tie over his shoulder, Aemond squeezed the meat of her arse before he slapped her, delighting in Y.N’s squeal of surprise.

He then bent forward to press a series of kisses to her glorious arse, his large hands kneading the soft pale flesh, before he sunk his teeth into her.

“AEMOND” squealed Y.N.

“Hmmm”

“P-Please Aemond” whispered Y.N, her voice slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the mattress.

Aemond stuck his finger in his mouth before he ran it over her puckered hole.

“Is this alight?” breathed Aemond.

“Y-Yes. Put it inside me. I can take it” whimpered Y.N.

“Tell me-Tell me if it’s too much” replied Aemond as he slowly pressed his finger inside her.

“Ooh Aemond, yes. Please. More” babbled Y.N as he moved his finger in and out before adding a second.

“Your doing so well-my darling” moaned Aemond as he moved his fingers inside Y.N.

“I want you-please Aemond”

“Now baby, I’m going to fuck you until you scream” said Aemond, delighting in the way Y.N began nodding and whimpering.

“Y-Yes” whimpered Y.N

“FUCK” groaned Aemond as he removed his trousers and took his cock in hand and began rubbing it along Y.N’s wet folds.

“Please, daddy. I want it-I want you, please don’t make me wait anymore” begged Y.N.

“Fuck, that’s it” moaned Aemond his hard length filling her cunny in one smooth stroke.

“God. Yes. Aemond” moaned Y.N, his fingers in her arse and his cock deep in her cunt was so good.

Aemond began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts, his fingers moving in rhythm with his cock.

“Harder-more-please” wailed Y.N

“My dirty girl” growled Aemond, his fingers moving faster.

“Aemond-” whimpered Vaelynn.

“That’s it-take it-take all of me” muttered Aemond as he removed his fingers, and grabbed hold of Y.N’s hips and increased the pace of his thrusts.

Y.N took one of Aemonds hands that was on her hip and brought it to the back of her head.

Knowing what Y.N wanted, Aemond placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into the mattress, her back arching.

His cock reaching deep inside her as he moved with such ferocity it could rival an animal, his long silver hair sticking to his sweaty back.

Aemond then grasped both of Y.N’s arms and held them behind her back as he pounded into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed around the room.

Y.N’s cries of pleasure were muffled by the mattress, her face buried in the soft fabric.

Her body arched in response to Aemond’s relentless rhythm, each cry escaping her lips in a series of desperate moans that reverberated through the room.

Aemond’s grip on Y.N was fierce, his movements relentless. He drove into her with a force that seemed almost brutal, but Y.N took every thrust with an almost frantic eagerness.

Her body trembled under him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered completely to the intensity of their coupling.

“Fuck-that’s it” moaned Aemond.

He released Y.N’s arms and then took hold of her hair, twisting his fingers into her messy tresses before he pulled her backwards, her sweaty back colliding with his chest.

Aemond held Y.N tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

One hand grasped her hip, his blunt fingers digging into her flesh. Whilst his other released her hair and moved to her throat, squeezing gently.

“Give it to me please” pleaded Y.N her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder, her arm reaching behind her to tangle in his hair as their lips connected in a messy, passionate kiss.

Aemond felt his balls draw in; his peak was approaching.

But he didn’t want to finish like this, he wanted to see her face as she came around his cock.

Aemond withdrew, ignoring Y.N whimper of protest as he rolled her onto her back and slipped inside her again.

Y.N wrapped her legs around Aemond’s waist, drawing him closer as he began to thrust inside her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

“A-Aemond, I’m close-please” begged Y.N.

He snaked a hand down Y.N’s body and played with her clitoris, teasing it with his fingers.

“Oh gods” moaned Y.N as her whole-body began to shake.

“Come for me, love” breathed Aemond, his thrusts starting to jerk.

He was close. So close. Just a little more-

Y.N screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her body bucked around Aemond’s cock.

Aemond’s own peak nearly took him off his feet. The sensation took over his body as he spilled rope after rope of his seed, he had no recollection of what he did or said for the good minute it took for his peak to crest, then subside.

He had never come so hard in his life.

For a moment he held himself over Y.N’s body, as his cock softened inside her.

After a few minutes Aemond gently pulled out and rolled onto the mattress beside Y.N, he reached forward and enveloped her into a tight hug.

“I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Not at all” replied Y.N smiling.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Y.N slowly stirred awake.

She felt the warmth of Aemond's body pressed against hers, his arms wrapped securely around her, holding her close. For a moment, she just lay there, taking in the strange turn her life had taken.

Yesterday, she had woken up believing she was about to marry the man she thought she’d spend the rest of her life with. But instead of the dream wedding she had envisioned, Jacaerys had cruelly abandoned her, leaving her humiliated and heartbroken.

And now, here she was, wrapped in the embrace of his uncle, having spent what should have been her wedding night in a completely unexpected way.

Y.N bit her lip as she thought back to the events of the night before. She could still feel the ache of Jace’s betrayal, but perhaps Aemond had been right—it was a blessing in disguise.

Better to have been spared more pain in the long run. As hurtful as Jace’s actions had been, Y.N knew deep down that the relationship had been built on shaky ground.

She had been bending herself to fit into his world, while he had been unfaithful and deceitful.

Her mind drifted to the night she’d spent with Aemond. A smile tugged at her lips as she remembered how incredible it had been.

It had been a long time since she had felt so wanted, so fully satisfied. Shamelessly, she couldn’t help but think that Aemond’s prowess in bed far surpassed Jace’s by miles.

The thought made her giggle softly to herself.

Aemond stirred beside her, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. His voice was still heavy with sleep as he asked, “What’s so funny?”

Y.N turned slightly in his arms, her smile widening as she looked at him. “Just a thought I had.”

Aemond hummed, his interest piqued. “And what would that be?”

Y.N smirked, biting her lip playfully. “How skilled you are in bed,” she teased, watching as a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, though his cheeks flushed a faint pink.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with amusement. “Not too bad yourself,” he added, his tone teasing as he pressed another kiss to her shoulder.

Y.N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but feel a little flutter of satisfaction at the compliment.

She shifted in his arms, feeling his warmth against her skin. “Do you fancy some breakfast?” she asked, her voice light. “I can order room service.”

Aemond’s lips grazed her shoulder again, and he hummed in consideration. “Sure,” he said, but then he shifted, his hard cock pressing against her body. “But in a little while-there’s something else I’d rather have first.”

Y.N giggled as she felt his hard cock pressed against her, his desire unmistakable. She turned her head to meet his gaze, eyes bright with amusement and anticipation. “Oh?” she teased, her voice playful.

Aemond leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, the heat between them quickly rekindling as his hand slid down her side, pulling her closer.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her lips, “definitely.”

Y.N giggled again, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him deeply, already feeling the sparks of another passionate encounter beginning to ignite.

Perhaps this wasn't the wedding night she had imagined, but in Aemond’s arms, she felt a sense of comfort and desire she hadn’t known she was missing.

And as they lost themselves in each other once more, Y.N realized that maybe, just maybe, the unexpected turns in life could lead to something far better than what she had planned.

Y.N sat across from Aemond at the small table, the remnants of their breakfast spread between them.

The atmosphere was quiet, but not uncomfortable, until her phone buzzed, vibrating against the table. She glanced down, her face stiffening slightly as she saw Jace’s name flashing on the screen.

Without a second thought, she rejected the call and set the phone back down, picking up her fork as if nothing had happened.

Aemond raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you answer?”

Y.N shrugged, keeping her gaze on her plate. “I have nothing to say to him. If he’s calling to apologize, he can stick it up his arse.”

Aemond huffed a laugh, his lips twitching in amusement. “Fair enough. But you’ll have to talk to him at some point, won’t you?”

Y.N shook her head, her expression firm. “Not really.”

Aemond frowned slightly, curiosity evident in his face. “Don’t you live together?”

“No,” Y.N said, taking another bite of her food. “We still have our separate apartments. We planned to move in together after we got married.”

Aemond cocked his head to the side, a hint of confusion on his face. “That’s a little odd, isn’t it?”

Y.N let out a small sigh, her fork stilling on her plate. “At the time, I didn’t think it mattered. But looking back-I guess it was just Jace’s way of keeping his affair hidden. Separate lives, separate apartments. Made it easier for him to lie.”

Aemond noticed the sadness in her eyes, the way her posture slumped ever so slightly as she spoke.

Reaching across the table, he gently took her hand in his. His thumb grazed over her knuckles, and his voice softened. “If you wish to forget what happened between us last night and this morning, I’ll understand.”

Y.N looked up at him, shaking her head immediately. “No,” she said firmly. “I don’t want to forget. I just-I’ve realized I’ve been living a lie for so long and I’ve spent years with the wrong man.”

Aemond smiled softly, his grip loosening as he let go of her hand. “The right man is out there somewhere,” he said, his voice low and sure.

She smiled at his words, though there was a flicker of something deeper in her eyes. Checking the time on her phone, Y.N bit her lip in thought.

“What are you doing?” Aemond asked, sensing her change in mood.

Y.N hesitated for a moment before answering, “I, uh-was the one who paid for the two-week honeymoon in Italy. It was supposed to be a surprise for Jace, but obviously, he’s not going anymore.” She gave a soft, bitter laugh. “But I’m not about to waste all that money. I still plan to go. The flight leaves later tonight, so I’ve got time to go home, grab my suitcase, and head to the airport.”

Aemond nodded. “That sounds nice.”

She was quiet for a moment, her mind clearly racing, before she suddenly blurted, “Would you like to come with me?”

Aemond blinked, surprised by her offer. “Me?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice growing quieter. “I have an extra ticket, after all-”

Aemond hesitated, an apologetic expression crossing his face. “I’m grateful for the invite, truly, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

The embarrassment was immediate, and Y.N could feel her cheeks burning. “-Oh, it’s okay,” she said quickly, forcing a smile as she pushed her plate away. “I-I shouldn’t have asked.”

She began fiddling with her fingers, her appetite suddenly gone. Aemond watched her closely, noticing the way her mood shifted, her body tensing with the sting of rejection.

His gaze followed as her hands moved to her engagement ring. Without a word, Y.N slipped it off her finger and placed it gently on the table, the small band glinting in the morning light.

“Have I upset you?” Aemond asked softly.

Y.N shook her head, though her eyes remained downcast. “No,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “It was my mistake. Last night was obviously just a one-time thing, and I let my imagination get the better of me.”

Aemond’s heart sank, guilt gnawing at him. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, though he knew his apology would do little to ease her pain.

“There’s no need to say sorry,” Y.N replied, wiping at her eyes discreetly as she gathered her things. “It’s my fault.”

Aemond’s chest tightened as he watched her silently cry, her movements hurried and full of hurt. She stood up and walked over to the corner of the room, grabbing her ruined wedding dress, now nothing more than shredded fabric, and threw it into the bin without hesitation.

Once all her things were packed, she picked up the spare plane ticket—the one meant for Jace—and crumpled it in her hand before tossing it in the bin as well.

The tears were falling freely now, though she tried her best to keep her composure.

Y.N turned to Aemond, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, “Thank you-for everything,” before quickly leaving the room, the door closing softly behind her.

Aemond sat at the table, his fingers toying absentmindedly with the engagement ring Y.N had left behind.

The silence of the room felt suffocating, and the more he thought about what had just happened, the deeper the pit in his stomach grew.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

His mind drifted back to the first time Jace had introduced him to Y.N. He remembered the surge of jealousy that had ripped through him, a sensation so raw and unexpected.

Jace had Y.N—and he didn’t. She had been more than just beautiful, though her beauty had certainly caught his eye.

It was her intelligence, her wit, and her infectious laugh that had captivated him. He could still hear it in his mind, the way her laughter lit up a room and made anyone within earshot want to join in.

Aemond had tried to bury those feelings. He had told himself over and over that if Y.N was happy with Jace, then so be it. He cared about her enough to wish her well, even if it meant stepping aside.

But the more he tried to forget her, the harder it became. His feelings for her had been relentless, unyielding, and he hated how they refused to fade no matter how many other women he took to bed.

None of them had been her. None of them even came close.

When Jace and Y.N’s wedding had been announced, Aemond had dreaded the thought of attending. The idea of watching her marry his nephew, of seeing her in a dress meant for someone else—it had been too much.

He’d almost convinced himself not to go. But in the end, he had decided it would be the perfect opportunity to say goodbye, to let go of whatever foolish hope he had clung to for so long.

Then the wedding had been called off. The moment he had heard about Jace’s cowardly confession, something inside him had snapped.

He had always disliked Jace, but now, now he hated him.

Jace had cheated on Y.N, broken her heart, and abandoned her on the day they were supposed to be married.

The bastard had left her alone and humiliated in front of everyone. Rhaenyra and Daemon, of course, had rushed to coddle their darling son, leaving Y.N to fend for herself.

It made Aemond sick.

When Y.N had run out of the room, her voice thick with tears as she insisted that everyone should still enjoy the reception, Aemond couldn’t just stand by. He had to find her. He had to know she was alright.

And when he did find her—sitting by the riverbank, her hair a mess, mascara running down her cheeks—she had still been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

But seeing her there, so broken and alone, had torn at something deep within him. He knew she didn’t have any family left to lean on, her parents long gone, and her grandmother recently passed.

She had no one. So, he had sat beside her, intending to comfort her, to offer whatever solace he could. He never expected how the night would turn out.

It had been one of the best nights of his life.

Taking Y.N to bed hadn’t just been a fleeting moment of lust. It was something Aemond had fantasized about, but actually experiencing her, feeling her trust, her passion—it had been indescribable.

The way she responded to him, the way he could bring her pleasure—it was something he had dreamed of for so long, and the reality of it was far better than he ever imagined. Even that morning, waking up with her in his arms, he had felt something he hadn’t in years.

But then he had ruined it. He had ruined everything.

His words, his hesitation—they had shattered the fragile connection they’d built in the span of one night.

He replayed the scene over and over in his mind, the way Y.N had pulled away from him, the hurt in her eyes when she asked him to come with her to Italy.

He cursed himself for not saying yes. He’d watched as she silently cried, throwing the wedding dress in the bin, discarding the plane ticket, and leaving him behind with nothing but regret.

Aemond stood up suddenly, his chest tight as he walked over to the bin. He reached in and picked up the crumpled plane ticket, smoothing it out in his hands.

As he stared at it, the weight of the decision he knew he must make pressed down on him.

Y.N stood in the queue at the airport, clutching her passport and boarding ticket. Despite the whirlwind of emotions from the last 24 hours, she was determined to make the most of this trip.

It was supposed to be her honeymoon, but now, it was a chance to truly move on from Jace—and perhaps even from Aemond.

The thought of him stung more than she wanted to admit, but she knew she had to clear her head, away from all of it.

The boarding attendants had just opened the doors, and people began filing onto the plane. Y.N took a deep breath, ready to step forward when suddenly, she heard her name being called.

Her heart skipped a beat. She turned, and there he was—Aemond, rushing toward her, his long strides quick and desperate.

Before she could say a word, he was in front of her, wrapping his arms around her. His apologies poured out between kisses—on her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—as he held her tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept saying, breathless and frantic.

Y.N blinked in surprise, her brain trying to catch up with what was happening. "Aemond, what—what are you doing here?" she asked as he finally pulled back, his eyes full of urgency.

Aemond took her hand and gently pulled her out of the queue, leading her to the side. "I would've gotten here sooner, but I couldn’t find my damn passport,” he explained, almost laughing at himself, “and then I had to pay to change the name on the ticket.”

Y.N stared at him, still trying to comprehend. "But you said it wasn’t a good idea—coming with me," she reminded him, her voice tinged with confusion. “What changed?”

Aemond let out a breath, shaking his head. "I shouldn’t have said that," he admitted, regret heavy in his voice. "Because I’m a complete idiot."

Y.N crossed her arms, raising a brow. "You can say that again."

He smiled, but it was fleeting, his eye soft as he looked at her. “I’ve spent too many years watching from the sidelines, Y.N. Letting my feelings fester and pushing you away because I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought you were happy with Jace, and that was enough for me. But I was wrong. And I know it’s probably going to take time, but I want to prove to you that I can be the man you deserve.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Years?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond nodded. “Years. But I kept it to myself because-I thought you were happy, and that’s all I ever wanted for you.”

Before Y.N could respond, the flight attendant interrupted. "Ma'am, are you getting on this flight?" she asked, her voice professional but expectant.

Y.N looked back at the attendant, momentarily torn. She handed over her ticket and passport. “Yes,” she said, glancing back at Aemond.

As the attendant checked her details and nodded, Y.N turned back to Aemond, her heart racing. “What about you?” she asked softly, her emotions all over the place.

Aemond’s hesitation lasted only a moment. He met her gaze, and the vulnerability in his eye was unmistakable. “Please,” he said quietly, “give me a chance.”

The attendant turned to Aemond. “Sir, are you getting on this flight as well?”

Y.N smiled at him, her expression softer than it had been earlier. “Yes. He’s coming,” she said confidently.

Aemond's lips lifted in a relieved smile as he handed over his ticket and passport. The attendant checked his documents and smiled back, nodding as she cleared him to board.

As they walked toward the plane together, the reality of it all sank in. Aemond draped his arm over Y.N’s shoulders and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

For the first time in a long time, Y.N felt something close to peace. Maybe this trip wasn’t about running away or moving on anymore.

Maybe it was about finally finding what was meant to be.

Two years later, Aemond stood tall and proud, his eye never leaving Y.N as she walked down the aisle toward him. She looked radiant, her smile glowing under the warm sun, her white dress flowing like waves with each step.

Aegon walked beside her, grinning as he gave his brother a playful wink when they reached the altar.

The sound of the sea crashing gently against the shore created a perfect backdrop for their beachside wedding. The sky was clear, the soft breeze carried the salty air, and everything about the day felt like a dream.

Aemond held out his hand, his heart swelling with love and disbelief that this moment was finally here.

As Y.N took his hand, their eyes locked. He stared at her, his chest tightening with emotion. She was everything he had ever wanted, and now she was about to become his wife. He mouthed softly, "I love you."

Y.N blushed, her smile growing even brighter as she mouthed back, "I love you too."

Their small, intimate ceremony had only his siblings—Helaena, Aegon and Daeron—his mother Alicent, his grandsire Otto, and a few close friends. It was exactly how Aemond had always imagined it. Simple, quiet, perfect.

The priest began to speak, but Y.N’s mind briefly wandered, filled with gratitude for the strange twist of fate that had led her to this very moment. She thought about Jace jilting her two years ago and how, in hindsight, it had been the best thing that could have happened to her.

If not for that heartbreak, she wouldn’t have Aemond. The man who now held every piece of her heart, who made her feel seen, valued, and loved in ways she never thought possible.

As they exchanged vows, hands tightly clasped, Aemond’s thumb brushed gently over her knuckles, a silent reminder of his unwavering devotion.

Even during the ring exchange, they couldn’t stop smiling at each other, their gazes filled with tenderness and joy.

Everything felt so right. Aemond slipped the ring onto her finger, and she did the same, feeling the warmth of his skin as he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

When the priest finally proclaimed them husband and wife, Aemond wasted no time. He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss as everyone cheered softly around them. His lips moved against hers, full of love, full of promise.

When they finally parted, his voice was filled with pride and happiness as he whispered, "Mrs. Targaryen at last."

Y.N laughed, a sound so joyful it made his heart leap. "At last," she echoed, gazing up at him with all the love in the world.

As they stood there, hand in hand, the sun setting behind them over the ocean, they both knew that this was only the beginning of their forever.

TBC

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Reconnecting Ringside

Sade is interning at WWE, hoping to gain some insight experience and runs in to Jon, an old friend. What are the chances of these two reconnecting?

Word count: 3.5K

Pairing: Jonathan x OC (Sade)

No warnings, Happy Valentine’s day ❤️••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Jonathan Fatu adjusted his snapback as he strolled through the halls of the WWE Performance Center, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Fresh off a promo rehearsal, he was already thinking about heading back to his hotel—until a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Jonathan Fatu? Is that really you?”

He turned, eyebrows raising in surprise. “Sade?”

There she stood—Sade, his old friend from back home. The years had changed her, but the warm smile and bright eyes were unmistakable. She held a media badge around her neck, a notepad in hand.

“Wow,” Jonathan chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. “Long time no see! What brings you here?”

Sade’s smile widened. “I just started an internship with WWE’s journalism team. Gonna be doing interviews, covering events, all that.”

“No way!” He beamed proudly. “Look at you, making moves. This business is wild, but you’re gonna kill it. Trust me.”

Sade laughed. “I hope so! And I’m pretty sure an interview with a certain Uso has to happen soon.”

Jonathan smirked, his playful side kicking in. “Only if you can handle the heat, ’cause when I’m on the mic, it’s straight fire!”

“Bring it on,” she teased. “Just don’t make me roast you on camera.”

Jonathan laughed loudly, shaking his head. “You ain’t changed a bit.”

Before they could say more, a voice called from down the hall—production needed Jonathan on set. He glanced back at Sade. “Yo, we gotta catch up after this. Dinner tonight?”

“Deal,” she replied.

As he walked away, Jonathan couldn’t help but smile. The WWE ring had brought him countless battles—but this? This felt like the start of something special.

-

Later that evening, Jonathan and Sade found themselves at a cozy restaurant not far from the arena. The air buzzed with the soft hum of conversations, but their table felt like its own world.

“So, WWE journalism, huh?” Jonathan leaned back, his chain catching the low light. “How’d you end up here?”

Sade smiled, setting her drink down. “Well, you know I always loved storytelling. After college, I did some freelance sports writing. Then, I saw WWE was offering an internship for media coverage. It felt like fate. And now here I am, about to cover superstars—never thought I’d run into one I actually know.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Man, life’s wild like that. Feels like yesterday we were back home, clowning around.”

Sade’s eyes sparkled. “Remember when you used to practice your promos in front of my camera for my school projects?”

Jonathan laughed loudly. “You mean those cringy ones with the bad lighting? Yeah, I remember. Guess that was my first taste of ‘The Mic.’”

Sade grinned. “I knew you had star power even then.”

Jonathan’s expression softened. “And now you’re here, chasing your own dream. That’s dope.”

Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and for a moment, it was just two old friends, worlds apart from where they started, but somehow right back in step.

Then Sade’s phone buzzed with a notification—Interview assignments posted. She opened it and paused, eyes widening.

“Well, looks like fate’s still working overtime,” she said, turning the screen to him.

The assignment read: “Exclusive Sit-Down Interview with Jimmy Uso – Tomorrow.”

Jonathan smirked. “Guess you’re getting that interview sooner than you thought.”

Sade raised an eyebrow, her playful competitive streak kicking in. “Hope you’re ready, Fatu. I don’t go easy on my subjects.”

Jonathan grinned, his tone playful but firm. “And I don’t pull punches. Better bring your A-game.”

Their eyes locked—a spark of excitement, challenge, and something unspoken lingering between them.

“Game on,” Sade replied with a smirk.

The following morning, backstage at a live event, the atmosphere was a mix of buzzing anticipation and focused intensity. Jonathan Fatu—better known in the ring as Jimmy Uso—sat in his dressing room, meticulously going over last-minute details. The mirror in front of him reflected a man who had weathered countless storms in the squared circle, each scar and smile telling a story of his journey.

A gentle knock at the door broke his concentration. Jonathan looked up to see Sade stepping in, notebook in hand and a confident gleam in her eye. The room, usually reserved for quiet pre-match rituals, seemed to brighten with her presence.

“Good morning, Jimmy,” she began warmly. “Ready for our sit-down?”

Jonathan grinned. “Always. It’s not every day I get to be interviewed by an old friend.”

They settled into a pair of mismatched chairs by a small table cluttered with water bottles, a coffee mug, and memorabilia from past events. Sade switched on her recorder and leaned forward. “Let’s start at the beginning. What was it like when you first realized this wasn’t just a game, but your life?”

Jonathan’s eyes softened with memory. “I remember the first time I stepped into the ring—the roaring crowd, the smell of sweat and determination. It wasn’t about winning or losing back then. It was about proving to myself that I belonged in a world where every moment mattered.”

Sade scribbled a note, then asked, “And what about the pressure of living up to a family legacy? Your brother, the rest of your clan—it all adds a layer of expectation.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Family is both the weight on my shoulders and the wind beneath my wings. Every match, every promo, I’m not just fighting for myself but for everyone who’s ever believed in me. It’s a relentless drive.”

The conversation flowed naturally, as if the years apart had melted away. Sade probed further, “There must have been moments of doubt along the way. Can you share one that changed you?”

Jonathan’s gaze drifted to a framed photo on the wall—a candid shot of him and his cousins backstage, laughing after a tough day. “There was a time when I wasn’t sure I’d ever overcome the obstacles. A major injury had me sidelined longer than I’d hoped, and the fear of losing my edge was overwhelming. But in that quiet darkness, I learned that resilience isn’t just about physical strength—it’s about heart, determination, and the unwavering support of those who stand by you.”

Sade’s voice softened. “That vulnerability… it makes your triumphs all the more inspiring.”

“Exactly,” Jonathan replied, a wry smile playing on his lips. “The ring isn’t just about the spectacle you see on TV. It’s about the sweat, the scars, and the moments when you push past pain to become something more.”

A comfortable silence fell over the room as they both reflected on the weight of his journey. Finally, Sade added, “I think that’s what the fans need to hear. Behind every high-flying move and every electrifying promo, there’s a human story. A story of struggle, family, and the relentless pursuit of a dream.”

Jonathan nodded appreciatively. “And thanks to you, Sade, that story is going to be told with honesty and heart.”

The recorder clicked off as Sade closed her notebook. They sat for a moment, two friends connected by time and a shared passion for storytelling—one through the physical poetry of wrestling, the other through the power of the written word.

Stepping out into the corridor, the buzz of the arena waiting just beyond, Jonathan clapped Sade on the shoulder. “I’m looking forward to the next chapter. And hey—if you need any behind-the-scenes action, you know where to find me.”

With a final smile and a promise to reconnect after the show, Sade walked off, her mind brimming with the raw, authentic narrative of a superstar whose legacy was as much about heart as it was about hustle. And for Jonathan, the day had reaffirmed that every story—both in and out of the ring—deserves to be told.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Weeks passed, and Sade and Jonathan settled into an easy rhythm. Between shows, interviews, and the chaos of WWE life, they always found time for each other—grabbing dinner after tapings, cracking jokes between promos, and sharing late-night conversations that blurred the line between the past and present.

Their friendship felt natural, like they had never lost time. But for Jonathan, something unexpected had started to creep in—attraction. He found himself looking forward to her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she asked the right question, or how she stood her ground during heated debates about wrestling storylines.

One evening, they sat together in catering, plates filled with the usual post-show fare. The energy of the arena hummed faintly through the walls. Sade, scrolling through her notes for her next assignment, glanced up to catch Jonathan watching her.

She smirked. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Jonathan shook his head, leaning back with a grin. “Nah, just—never thought I’d see you in this world. But you’re killin’ it.”

Sade chuckled, brushing off the compliment. “You always did hype me up.”

Jonathan’s eyes glinted with curiosity, and he tilted his head playfully. “So, tell me… you leave a boyfriend behind to pursue this dream?”

Sade paused mid-sip of her water, then burst out laughing. “Boyfriend? Nah, haven’t had one in a while. Been single for two years now.”

Jonathan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, though he kept his cool. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She raised an eyebrow, her playful side kicking in. “Why you askin’, Fatu?”

Jonathan shrugged casually, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Just curious.”

Sade smirked. “You’re terrible at being subtle, you know that?”

Jonathan laughed, rubbing his chin. “Maybe. But I’m good at being real.”

A charged silence settled between them, one that felt… different. Sade felt the weight of his gaze, but before she could unpack it, a crew member called her name from across the room.

She stood, flashing him a quick grin. “Well, just curious, I gotta get back to work. See you later, Fatu.”

Jonathan watched her walk away, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “See you later.”

But as she disappeared down the hall, one thought stuck in his mind: This ain’t just friendship anymore.

-

The more time Jonathan spent with Sade, the more his feelings tangled. Friendship had always been easy with her—jokes, conversations, the comfort of someone who just got him. But now? He found himself noticing everything—the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, how she challenged him in conversations, how her passion for storytelling mirrored his passion for the ring.

But the more he felt it, the more he panicked.

Jonathan wasn’t a stranger to love—he’d been through enough to know how messy it could get. And with Sade? She was his friend. Hell, his best friend. If he crossed that line and it went south, he could lose something he hadn’t even realized he needed so badly.

So, he buried it. Teased her like always. Kept his playful charm front and center.

But his heart kept slipping through the cracks.

One Night After SmackDown

The locker room buzz had died down, and Jonathan was cooling off from his match, towel draped around his neck when his phone buzzed.

Sade: “Still here? Grab a late bite with me?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Bet. Meet you outside.”

They ended up at a small diner—not glamorous, but the kind of place that felt real. Sade was deep into a story about a backstage interview gone hilariously wrong, and Jonathan, fork paused halfway to his mouth, just… watched her.

“You good?” she teased, catching his stare.

He blinked, covering with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Just… you really love this, don’t you?”

Sade’s expression softened. “I do. I love getting to know people, hearing their stories. Wrestling isn’t just about fights—it’s about heart, passion, legacy. And you…” She nudged him playfully. “You live that every night.”

Jonathan felt a warmth he couldn’t shake. “Yeah, well… guess I’m lucky I got someone who sees the real side of all this.”

Their eyes locked—something unspoken humming between them for a beat too long.

Later That Week – At the WWE Performance Center

Jonathan decided he needed to do something about these feelings—anything—before they started eating him alive.

So, he did what he knew best: he hit the ring. Training always cleared his head. Except, this time, it didn’t.

Every corner of the ring reminded him of Sade—because she was everywhere now. In his matches, his promos, his downtime. And it wasn’t annoying. It was terrifying how right it felt.

Finally, he stopped, breathing hard, hands on his knees. “Man… what the hell’s wrong with me?” he muttered.

A voice from behind startled him. “You good, Uce?”

Jonathan turned to see Joshua, arms crossed, watching him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Jonathan lied, wiping his face. “Just workin’ some stuff out.”

Josh wasn’t buying it. “Man, you wrestlin’ ghosts or somethin’? What’s really on your mind?”

Jonathan hesitated, then sighed heavily. “It’s… Sade.”

Josh’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk forming. “Ohhh. Sade. Say less.”

Jonathan groaned, “Man, don’t start—”

Josh cut him off, serious now. “You feelin’ her?”

Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I mean… I didn’t plan on it. But it’s like—she’s my friend, but she’s more than that, too. And I don’t wanna mess it up.”

Joshua clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Bro, when you know, you know. But if you’re already over here sweatin’ and stressin’ like this? It’s ‘cause you care.”

Jonathan looked at his brother, the truth hitting him square in the chest. “Yeah… I do.”

–

Lying on his bed, phone in hand, Jonathan’s thumb hovered over Sade’s contact.

He typed: “You up?”

Then deleted it.

Tried again: “Hey, you wanna talk?”

Deleted that, too.

Frustrated, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Get it together, Fatu.”

But deep down, he knew—this wasn’t something he could fight like an opponent in the ring.

This was something he had to face.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Valentine’s Day was a week away, and Jonathan Fatu had one thing on his mind—Sade.

The decision to finally tell her how he felt was clear, but how he’d do it? That was where he was stuck. He wanted it to be perfect—something meaningful, something that showed her just how much she meant to him.

So, between training, matches, and travel, he found himself scrolling through ideas—dinners, flowers, maybe something personal like a custom WWE jacket with her name on it. But every option felt too small for how big his feelings had become.

The planning was driving him crazy—and, without realizing it, making him distant.

Sade Notices the Change. At first, Sade didn’t think much of it. Jonathan was busy—WWE life was hectic, and they both knew that. But as days passed, she felt it—text replies were shorter, their usual jokes felt half-hearted, and he wasn’t hitting her up to hang out like he usually did.

After their last interview together, he barely stuck around—just a quick “Good job” and he was gone.

Sade couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Talking to Joshua

Sade decided to get to the bottom of it, and who better to ask than Jonathan’s twin, Joshua?

She found him backstage after SmackDown, cooling down from his segment.

“Hey, Jey,” she greeted, her voice light but uncertain.

Joshua smiled, towel draped over his neck. “What’s good, Sade?”

She hesitated briefly, then got straight to it. “Can I ask you something? It’s about Jonathan.”

Joshua’s eyebrows lifted knowingly. “Oh?”

Sade shifted her weight, arms crossing. “He’s been… different lately. Distant. Did I… do something? Is he mad at me?”

Josh chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, you didn’t do anything.”

Sade narrowed her eyes. “Then what’s going on? We were tight, and now it’s like I barely know what’s on his mind.”

Joshua debated for a second—he knew what his brother was up to, but it wasn’t his place to spoil it.

Instead, he grinned slyly. “Lemme just say this—My brother’s head is in the game… but his heart? Yeah, that’s somewhere else right now.”

Sade frowned in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Joshua gave a small shrug but couldn’t hide his amusement. “You’ll see soon enough. Trust me.”

Sade’s confusion only deepened. “You Fatu boys and your cryptic answers…”

Josh laughed, “What can I say? We love a good storyline.”

-

Meanwhile, Jonathan was pulling every string he could to make this Valentine’s Day unforgettable. He called in a favor with WWE production for something special during that night’s show—a personal video package with highlights of their friendship, moments from their interviews, and even a few candid clips.

His heart pounded at the thought of it. This wasn’t just a gesture—this was him laying it all on the line.

But he hadn’t spoken to her much because if he did… he’d slip. He knew it.

Sade, still confused and slightly frustrated, wondered if Jonathan was pulling away from her for another reason entirely.

But what she didn’t know was that Jonathan wasn’t pulling away—

He was getting ready to step closer than ever before.

Valentine’s Day -

Valentine’s Day arrived, and the energy backstage was electric. Red and pink decorations lined the catering area—thanks to some overzealous staffers—and the buzz of the night’s matches filled the air.

Jonathan, though? His heart was racing for a different reason. Tonight was the night. His plan was set—the video package would air after his segment. But before that… he needed to ask her. Directly.

Sade was reviewing her notes for a post-match interview when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Hey.”

She turned, and there he was—Jonathan, looking slightly… nervous? She raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. MIA. You finally decided to show up.”

Jonathan rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, about that… I’ve been, uh, working on something.”

Sade folded her arms, smirking. “Something so important you had to ghost me?”

Jonathan chuckled softly, but then his tone shifted—serious, genuine. “Nah… something for you.”

Sade’s expression softened. “For me?”

Jonathan took a small breath—this was it. “Yeah… So, listen. I know I’ve been distant, but it’s ‘cause I’ve been trying to figure out how to do this right.”

He stepped closer, his voice steady but warm. “So, I’m just gonna say it plain—Sade… will you be my Valentine?”

Sade blinked, her lips parting in surprise. Of all the things she expected—that wasn’t one of them.

Then, a slow, radiant smile spread across her face. “You mean all this time you were stressing about this?”

Jonathan chuckled nervously. “Yeah… pretty much.”

Sade shook her head with a laugh. “You really are something else, Fatu.” She paused, eyes softening. “But… yeah. I’d love to be your Valentine.”

Jonathan’s grin could’ve lit up the entire arena. “Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t takin’ no for an answer.”

Later that night, as the crowd roared and the lights dimmed for a transition segment, the arena screens flickered to life—playing a special video package.

Footage of Jonathan and Sade appeared—interviews, shared laughs, behind-the-scenes clips… their story. The final frame read:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sade. — Jonathan”

Sade, watching from the interview set, felt her chest tighten—warmth flooding through her.

And as the camera panned back to Jonathan, standing in the ring with a mic, he smiled toward her direction.

“Yo, Sade,” his voice boomed, “Just wanted everyone to know—you’ve already made this the best Valentine’s Day.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Sade couldn’t fight the grin on her face.

The cheers from the crowd still echoed faintly through the halls as Sade and Jonathan stood together backstage, the energy of his Valentine’s Day surprise still buzzing between them.

Sade pulled back slightly from their hug, her eyes searching his. “That… was unreal, Jon. I don’t even know what to say.”

Jonathan’s gaze softened, his hands lingering at her waist. “Don’t gotta say anything. Just… tell me how you feel.”

Sade’s heart pounded. She felt the weight of the moment—the years of friendship, the teasing, the laughter, and now… this.

So, she stopped thinking.

And closed the distance.

Their lips met—soft, warm, and every bit as perfect as she’d imagined. The world around them blurred into nothing, the noise fading until it was just them.

When they pulled back, Sade’s breath was shaky, but her smile was radiant. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jonathan’s lips curled into a grin, his forehead resting against hers. “You have no idea how long I’ve been hoping you would.”

The unspoken was spoken, and everything felt… right.

And as they stood there, lost in each other, one thing was certain—this wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.

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Patrol Partners 2024

This is my co-authored fic for this event. Shout out to Leonardo_Turtle for being a great partner!

Aka the Brain Dead Meet Cute where Tim and Danny are Trapped in An Elevator during a Rogue Attack

Danny presses the 12th floor elevator button to take him to the new exhibition in the observatory. He has been looking forward to seeing it since he had arrived in this dimension but never had the time to visit until now. The exhibition was supposed to be a stunning gallery of all the exciting xeno-meteorology on the different planets in the Cassiopeia Galaxy. Danny was so looking forward to seeing it. Danny fired off a quick text to Tucker, as he impatiently watched the numbers above the elevator doors ascend. Ding went the elevator upon its arrival to the 12th floor. The lift doors parted open.

CRASH

Startled at the sudden noise, Danny looked up from reading Tucker’s reply. Streaks of red and black went smashing through the hallway’s window in a shower of shattered glass. Multiple bodies hit the ground. The one in red smoothly rolled to his feet but he was being ganged up by the other three fighters dressed in iconic black outfits - Ninjas and (red and black costume with a stylised cape and domino mask) Red Robin?! Danny had heard of the vigilante Red Robin before, but he had never seen him in action before. (Warning Long Post)

Three on one seemed like an unfair fight but the hero was more than holding his own. Danny silently reached over to press the ‘Open Doors’ button as watched the fight with great admiration. Red Robin was deftly dodging the multiple attacks from multiple angles. Sliding out of range and using his staff’s greater reach to counterattack with such elegance, it looked choreographed. So Danny decided that the best thing to do was to not get in the way. Instead he would wait for the fight to be over. Danny pressed the ‘Open Doors’ button again.

Whilst Red Robin batted away a shower of shuriken with his staff, Danny prevented the doors from closing again. With a stunning swing Red Robin managed to knock one of the ninjas out of the fight completely. The two remaining ninjas shared a look before pouncing. With aggressive coordinated attacks, the fight sped up. As the intensity increased, Red Robin's staff became a blur. Then it began sparking with electricity. It took short work before the second ninja was convulsing on the floor. Red Robin then knocked the third ninja to their knees before swiftly electrocuting him right in front of Danny. The slumped over body crumpled at Danny’s feet.

Danny was looking at the unconscious ninja, and giving them a little nudge with his foot, when he felt someone staring at him. He looks up and finds Red Robin staring blankly at him in total disbelief.

“What?” Danny says as he gives the ninja a bigger nudge. “He’s in the way.”

“And you didn’t think to use the stairs to get away?” Red Robin asks. “Or just get to safety like a normal person?”

Danny surveys the fight and, as if the thought had just occurred to him, he says, “Yeah I should probably leave. I don’t think the exhibit is still open after this.” Danny pointedly looks around at the scene. Then he shrugs and motioned towards the elevator. “Need a lift?”

Red Robin looked at him like he was insane. Then he just sighed and nodded his head.

"Might as well," Red Robin said while dragging the ninja out of the elevator by his leg. He lifted his hand to his ear and looked away while saying, "B, need a cleanup on floor 12. Heading down for a perimeter check."

Danny watches as Red Robin comes closer and enters the elevator. For the last time Danny reaches over to the elevator buttons but this time he presses for the ground floor. He shifts over so that the vigilante can have more elbow room. The elevator begins to descend. The pair stand in silence. Danny keeps giving side glances to Red Robin who seems to be either unaware or merely ignoring Danny’s furtive looks.

Danny's slouch straightens up immediately when he feels the elevator's momentum suddenly slow down with a loud screech. A siren goes off. Danny looks down to find Red Robin’s hand clutching his arm as if to brace him. Danny stares down at the gloved fingers holding onto his sleeve, stares up at Red Robin, then back down at the hand with a look of confusion. Danny opened his mouth to ask why but the vigilante had already retracted his hand, and was visibly cringing. He reached his hand up to his ear.

“Batman, Batman come in,” Red Robin hurriedly says into his comms. But the vigilante only received static. “Oracle,” he tried instead, his voice was a studied calm.

“No response?” Danny asks commiseratingly. Behind his mask, Red Robin looked blankly at Danny before shaking his head.

“The elevator is causing interference with the signal so I can’t get through.” Red Robin then cocked his head. “Can I borrow your phone?” he politely asked.

“Why?” Danny asked suspiciously, holding his phone protectively close to his chest.

“I think I can use it to boost the signal and get through the interference,” Red Robin explained. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it back in one piece,” he reassured.

Danny grimaced, “I don’t think my phone will be compatible with your tech.” Danny’s current phone had been cannibalised and rebuilt by Tucker during a feud with Technus. It had ended up so modified that Danny would be unsurprised if any day now his phone woke up sentient.

“Can I at least try?” he asked with an expectant hand out. Danny couldn’t find any good reason to say no. Reluctantly he handed over his phone, placing it directly into the vigilante’s hands. Red Robin flinched when their hands touched, and Danny winced back. Red Robin had clearly been startled by how cold Danny’s hands were even through their gloves.

“Sorry, cold hands,” Danny apologised. He trotted out the usual fib to explain it away. “I have low blood circulation.” Nodding silently, Red Robin appeared to accept that. Nervously, Danny fidgeted as Red Robin physically inspected his phone, taking off the back and everything. Danny looked over Red Robin’s shoulder to watch what the vigilante was doing. Red Robin’s eyes never left the phone. Eventually though, the vigilante gave up the attempt and agreed with Danny’s initial assessment.

“I’ve never seen a model like this. Where did you get it?” Danny was saved from answering when suddenly the intercom crackles to life above them.

“Good day good citizens of Gotham city, you might be wondering why I brought you here today.” A nasally sounding voice spoke. “Well it’s quite simple really. The Batman thinks he is smarter than me and it’s getting on my nerves. So, I decided to give him a challenge he can't beat. That’s where you lovely people come in. If Batman solves my three riddles, I will release the hostages. If he doesn’t…..” The voice starts cackling. “If he doesn’t then the observatory goes boom. Batman, you will receive your first riddle in five minutes. Be ready”. The intercom fizzles out, leaving an awkward silence.

Danny hears Red Robin silently cursing while he stares at the now silent intercom. He feels a bit guilty for getting him stuck in the elevator with him so he decides to break the tension.

“Well, he’s a bit of a fruitloop isn’t he? Wonder what his deal is.” Red Robin turns his head towards Danny with a flabbergasted look on his face.

“You wonder what his deal is, do you even know who he is?” Danny looks back at Robin, awkwardly staring at Red’s disbelief. It dawns on Danny that he had just messed up.

“Whaaaaaat?” he laughed nervously. Danny felt his smile stretch just a bit too wide for a human. “Of course I do!” he lied. Internally Danny was furiously debating with himself whether or not to just admit he doesn’t know. He decides to double down on the lie instead. “This is the guy who does, who does the stuff with the you know… the other stuff.” Red Robin’s stare is unrelenting. Danny begins to sweat nervously. “Which are… riddles?” his voice rises. Danny crosses his fingers behind his back. Unbeknownst to Danny, Tim could see that. There were mirrors in the elevator. Also, Danny’s arm movement had been very unsubtle.

The intercom crackles to life again with the familiar voice from before who Danny now knows as “The Riddler”, a name that Danny privately thought was very stupid. “Well Batman, I hope you are ready for your first riddle.” He chuckles evilly “Riddle me this: Take me out of a window, and I leave a grieving wife. But stick me in a door, and I can save somebody's life. What am I? You have 3 minutes to give me your answer.” The Riddler chuckles as the intercom fizzles out.

“What can be taken out of windows and put into doors?” Tim furiously mutters as he thinks out loud. “Well the most common glass to use for windows is silicate glass, that is a mixture of sodium carbonate, limestone and silica aka sand whilst doors are typically made from wooden materials, like pine or oak, even mahogany so are they talking about Carbon or organic matter since all living beings need it. But what does that have to do with grieving wives? Unless they're talking about steel doors, but again, what does that have to do with grieving wives and life saving?” he trails off into thought.

Danny meanwhile looks down in concentration. “Take me out of windows… grieving wife; Stick me in doors… save lives. Windows… doors, windows, doors…” Danny frowns as the cogs in his mind turn. Then like a bright flash, he gets the answer. “It's the letter n!” Danny blurts out triumphant. Red Robin’s head whips round to face Danny. A disgruntled look of confusion was on his face.

“What?” he sharply asks, slightly irritated at his broken train of thought.

“It’s the letter n,” Danny repeats in excitement, “the answer is the letter n!”

Red Robin folds his arms. “How?”

“Like this: If you take the letter n out of window you get,”

“Widow,” Red Robin interrupts, now catching on, “and a widow is a grieving wife. Which means if you put the letter n in door you get,”

“Donor” Danny finished cheerily, “as in blood donor or heart donor. Something that can save lives!”

“That’s,” Red Robin is staring at Danny with an intent look in his eyes, “impressive. You figured out the answer to that riddle very quickly.” Danny responds with a sheepish grin. He was just about to say something when his phone went off. It’s an incoming text from Tucker. Danny fishes it out from his pocket. Danny taps out his reply on his phone’s keypad.

“How are you getting a signal in here?” Red Robin asks inquisitively. Danny’s finger freezes over the keypad. His brain stalls.

“Errrrr.” Fortunately for Danny, he’s saved from answering when the intercom turns on again.

"Impressive, Batman. You've correctly guessed that the answer was the letter 'n'. Now, for my second riddle, a little favour from that foolish Kite Man," the Riddler muttered with annoyance. “I love to dance and twist. I shake my tail as I sail away. When I fly wingless into the sky. What am I? You have three minutes to give me an answer.”

Once more, the intercom is silent. Red Robin sighs deeply and looks at Danny.

“Well that is an easy one, a kite probably. He gave it away even before he said the riddle.”

Danny looks at him questioningly. “How was it obvious?”

“Because he said Kite man made him say it. You know, like the super villain?”

"Of course I know who he is.” Danny chuckles nervously. “I was just confused because you said SUPER villain. I mean, he is a villain alright! Just not, you know, a super one.” Red Robin looks at him like he grew a second head.

“What do you mean not a super one? What’s the difference?”

“Well…. presentation.” Danny thought he nailed that one. But one look at Red Robins face makes him question himself again. “You know what, probably not important right now though.”

Tim can’t believe what his day just turned into. First, he finds out Jason changed out his regular coffee for decaf, and then he has to deal with Ra's al Ghul’s ninjas only to get stuck in an elevator with a citizen who deals with stress by lying poorly. What’s even worse is that he still doesn’t know his name after all this time. Tim turned to the other occupant of the elevator.

“Sorry, I just realised we have been stuck in this elevator for a while and I never asked for your name.” The stranger looks relieved by the change in topic.

“Oh yeah, it’s uh... it’s Danny.”

"So, Danny, you're not from around here. Are you?"

“Whaaat?” Danny starts laughing nervously. “Is it that obvious?”

Silence falls awkwardly between the pair trapped in the elevator. Tim notices that Danny is fidgeting and his eyes are darting around the elevator as if he is looking for a quick way out. Tim supposes that it would be pretty scary for a non-Gothamite to deal with the dangers of a rogue. So he decides to put his extensive Robin training to the test.

“Everything is going to be fine, you know.” he says while trying to exude confidence. But it comes out a bit stilted. The awkward silence remains a bit before Danny speaks again.

“Saying who gave you the riddle, knowing that the guy's whole aesthetic is kites may just be the dumbest move he made yet. How long do you think Batman would take to solve it?”

They are interrupted by an angry voice coming over the intercom again.

“Well, it seems Batman solved the riddle. Not that it was hard. I’m never going to do a favour for Kite Man ever again. That loon doesn’t know a good riddle even if it hits him in the face.” They hear the Riddler sigh and quietly count to 10 before continuing. “I guess it is time for the last Riddle. When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I? As always, you have 3 minutes.”

“Well the answer obviously has something to do with space, or at least the sky,” Danny immediately declares with full confidence. Tim raises an eyebrow.

“How so?”

“When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me,” Danny quotes, “That is clearly a reference to something you find in the sky, like the MOON OR THE STARS!” He says that last bit very excitedly. “But what kind of phenomena is it where you can walk towards it, but remain the same distance? Most of the difficulty with space travel is surviving the conditions of travel. Unless we’re talking about objects in space that are so far away that the usual units of distance are rendered useless,” Danny mutters off, “but that’s what the unit ‘lightyears’ was literally made for. So are we back to…”

Tim watches Danny struggle to answer the riddle. He believes that Danny was on the right track when he said that the answer was something that could be observed in the sky but he wasn’t so certain about the space aspect. After all, if the answer was an approachable object then it wouldn’t remain the same distance away if you walked towards it. That meant the answer had to be something illusory, a visual phenomenon. Tim thought hard and then grinned when the answer came to him.

“Danny I know what the answer is,” Tim called out.

“Huh?” Danny blinks in wide-eyed surprise.

“The answer to the riddle, I know what it is,” Tim repeats, smiling wide. “It’s the horizon.”

Danny stares at Tim before face-palming. “Oh my god, that’s so obvious in hindsight,” he groans in self-deprecation.

As the time keeps ticking on, Tim notices that Danny is getting more agitated. And the more agitated he gets, the more strange he begins to appear. If you asked him what was strange about him, he couldn’t tell you. Call it Robin's intuition.

Danny takes a deep breath and releases it in a frustrated sigh. “Why is it taking Batman so long to solve the Darn riddle? It’s been well over 7 minutes now.” He starts to sound more distorted the more frustrated he gets. “I didn’t come here to be stuck in an elevator for god knows how long, I just wanted to see that blasted exhibit on the Cassiopeia Galaxy, Why is that so gosh darn hard?!”

Tim finds it amusing how Danny swears like he’s a 70-year-old granny at church. “That’s one way to say it.” Even as he is smiling at Danny’s misery, he can’t help but think how odd his voice sounded. It sounded like he was talking from an old radio. The more Tim pays attention to Danny, the more things start to add up. He decides to not comment on it because Danny doesn’t come across as dangerous. Just a little weird. He is 90% sure that he is a meta, The other 10% might be that he maybe needs to sleep a little more than 3 hours over a period of 5 days.But it was then that he saw it, Danny’s eyes had slowly turned more and more green. To the point they were glowing. He doesn’t want to put him on the spot by saying he is a meta, but if it meant getting them out of the elevator sooner then he would.

“So what are your abilities?” he “subtly” asks. He does his best to look as not threatening as he can while Danny looks at him with a startled expression.

“Whaaaat? Abilities?! Why would, why would you think that?” Danny’s voice is pitching higher as he tries to stammer out another lie.

“Dude you don’t have to be scared, I won’t tell anyone. But if it gets us out of the elevator then it would be nice to know.”

He sees how Danny is gearing up to tell another lie before deflating. “Yeah okay, you got me. I’m a meta.” Somehow, Tim still gets the feeling that he isn’t being told the whole truth. He decides not to call him out on it. “I can phase us out of the elevator so we can help Batman take out the baddies.” Danny says excitedly with a cheeky wink.

Tim looks at Danny with a flabbergasted look. Then shakes his head and says, “OK besides the fact that you just said baddies unironically… You could have phased us out of here this whole time?!”

Danny at least has the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry dude, I just didn’t know how you would react.” Tim releases a big breath and takes a few seconds to collect himself.

“Alright, we can talk more about this later. For now, let’s just get out of here and kick some riddler butt.” He can hear Danny giggling when he said butt, but he decided to ignore it like the adult he is. Especially since Danny has started to stand very close to him. He hoped Danny didn’t see his blush.

“Sorry, I just need to hold you so I can phase us out. Is that ok?” Danny asks gently. Tim agrees and then he can feel Danny’s arms around him. “Hold on tight.” Tim does as he says and puts his arms around Danny’s neck. He then feels a wave of cold wash over him as he is slowly lifted off the ground. They then go up and through the walls until they land on the floor in front of the elevator doors. The cold feeling goes away when Danny lets go of him and steps away. He takes a moment to orient himself before turning on his comms.

“Batman, this is Red Robin, are you there?”

“Red Robin,” Oracle’s voice comes through the line, “Where have you been?” Her voice is partially concerned but mostly curious. “I lost track of you after you were attacked by ninjas?”

Tim sighed, already regretting the words that were about to fall out from his mouth. “I got stuck in an elevator,” he defeatedly admits. Oracle breaks out in laughter.

“What?! Are you serious? What do you mean you got stuck in the elevator?”

Tim runs his hand through his hair. “The building I ended up fighting Ra’s assassins happened to also be where the same building that The Riddler was attacking at that moment. So when I decided to take the elevator instead of the stairs after my fight, that was when the elevator stopped working,”

“Because of the Riddler,” Barbara finished. “So you’re at the observatory? That’s where Batman is right now.”

“Yeah, so if you could point me in the direction of the fight that would be great.”

“Replacement, you’ve missed the fight!” Jason yells, cackling loudly. Tim could feel his face fall.

“What?” Tim asked despondently.

Barbara was kind enough to be apologetic, “Sorry Red Robin, the fight is already over, Batman has already handed Riddler over to be arrested and everything.”

“Oh that’s…” Tim just manages to not curse, “fantastic.” He ignores Jason’s howls of laughter. “See you later Oracle, Red Robin out.” Tim decisively cuts the line. Bottling up his irritation he then turns to Danny. “Your phone number,” he demands. Danny quietly recites it. Tim nods, memorising the 10 digits. “You will be hearing from me,” Tim declares before releasing his grappling hook and swinging away, so very done for the day. He’ll tackle Danny and the mystery of his meta status a later day.

And if he decides to ask Danny about it over coffee or at Bat Burger then that is strictly between him and the handsome stranger he met in the elevator.

The End

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Stranger Danger~ {Genshin Impact x reader} (Teyvat chapters 0 - 10) *VERY LONG

Author's note: I'm new to tumblr so srry if I fuck something up or do some stuff wrong :D Right now Wattpad is my main so tumblr and Quotev is just copy and paste. There will be updates at least twice a month ( Everything after this post will be updated like that) If ya'll want more chapters just comment (no promises) :D

Wattpad and Quotev: LifeIsUnreal

Teyvat Chapter 0 - Welcome to Teyvat

You were pushed to the window roughly. "What-" You gaped in disbelief as multiple blue streaks flew across the sky. 

Yeleris frowned, "Yvonne, stop pushing her." You stared at the gaping hole in the middle of the sky. "This looks-" 

Your words stopped as a beautiful gold streak cut through the sky, your vision slowly turning into black dots.

"Y/N?!" 

"Y/N?!!?"

-..-..-

"Eugh." You groaned, flinging the wet slimy object off your face. 

"Ye da?" 

You sat up abruptly. "Ummmmm... Olah?" You inched backward, seeing a gigantic lawachurl in front of you. Although it made no move to attack you, you saw a few piles of bones resembling humans by its feet.

"Mi nye mosi ye." 

The lawachurl grunted, offering you a sunsietta. 

"Uh, thanks?" You noticed your grumbling stomach, hurriedly biting the sunsietta. It tasted like a mixture of apple and pear, with an orange tanginess and a sweet hint of honey. 

You and the lawachurl remained in an awkward silence. "I need to leave." You stated. Dragonspine was a harsh place, looking at your surroundings, you should be in the middle of Dragonspine and you were going to freeze to death if you didn't leave soon. There were a few fire sources but it only slowed down the freezing.

The frost arm lawachurl stood up, towering over you. Incoherent mumbles could be heard, ".i.de..Dan-ge.r" 

You shivered, "I know, but I need to get to Mondstadt." Mondstadt was the most peaceful region you could think of, and the start of the plotline. As the starter region, it has the weakest monsters and has a good geographical location, and it was close to Dragonspine.

The lawachurl froze, "Mi-" It paused, scooping you up. You struggled, voice muffled by its arm. You calmed down when it started walking, slowly falling asleep, the lawachurl's body heat being the only comforting thing in the icy terrain.

The next time you woke up, you were already on the snow-covered path. The lawachurl sat silently, meters away from you. You suddenly felt guilty for leaving this strange lawachurl. The lawachurl slowly stood up, gesturing you to get over. 

You hesitantly approached him, getting lifted onto its shoulder as it stepped into the freezing stream, carrying you to the other side. It gently placed you on the ground, pointing to some boars, "Mita," it then pointed to you, "Kucha."

It ruffled your head, giving you a small bag, "Zido." It turned around, walking slowly towards the lonely terrain. 

You sniffled lightly, the lawachurl's form slowly disappearing in the haziness. "Thank you..." you whispered, wiping away your tears. 

You walked slowly, unaware of where you were going and where to go. You only knew that Mondstadt was relatively safe, but you were too afraid to go into the city, where they may that you are a spy for the fatui due to your odd clothes.

You hid yourself when you saw a few Knights of Favonius in the distance, they seemed to be looking for something. 

"Did you see that light?" The shorter one nodded, "It fell into Dragonspine, in the middle perhaps. The grandmaster had already told the Chief Alchemist to look out for whatever was the golden light." 

The brunette rolled his eyes, "I don't even know why we were sent here, it landed in Dragonspine, not here." 

You snorted lightly, hurriedly covering up your mouth. "Halt! Who's there?!" The tallest of the four yanked you out from the tree you were hiding behind. 

The five of you stared at each other confused. "Why is there a kid here?" 

"..."

"..."

"..."

Your smile fell, "Excuse me?"

-.-.-. 

You groaned, "I'm not fatui for god's sake." The dumb one snorted, "That's what they all say, and don't you scum dare insult Lord Barbatos's reputation."

You sighed, spotting a hilichurl camp nearby. A grin appeared on your face. You yanked your arms away, sprinting towards the nearest hilichurl. 

"Hey!" The short one tried to grab you back, before noticing a mitachurl charging towards the brunette. 

"You dumbass, you want to die?" The knights started dashing away, running into the city. 

"Hey. What are you four doing? Leaving your patrol area without permission." 

The brunette scratched his head, cold sweat dripping down his head. "Captain Kaeya- we- we-"

The dumb one pushed him away, "Captain Kaeya! We met a fatui wearing strange clothes spying on us so we wanted to bring her to be questioned but she ran into a hilichurl camp near Springvale and the hilichurls started to attack us."

Kaeya's fake smile fell, his eye glinting dangerously, "So, you decided not to kill all the hilichurls and bring the girl back? Are you not knights?" 

"Captain Kaeya-"

"Report to Cyrus, he will deal with you four." he glanced at the dumbfounded knights. "What, you want me to personally deal with you four along with the girl?" 

-.-.-.

On the other side, like the frost arm lawachurl, the hilichurls made no move to attack you. The mitachurl offered you some apples and the samachurl started dancing. The little bag that the lawachurl gave you wriggled, a small cryo slime popping out. You touched it hesitantly, yup, the cold slimy feeling on your face belonged to the slime. 

You looked through the small bag, regretting leaving the kind lawachurl, inside the bag were some herbs, a small pouch of mora, some sunsiettas, and a cloak. You tried putting all of them into your inventory. Everything except the bag disappeared. You checked your phone and in the game inventory, everything was in the new category named Y/N. You tried to use your catalyst but nothing worked. "Makes sense, I don't have a vision." You sighed. A 5-star catalyst, wasted just because you didn't have a vision.

You groaned checking the time, it's been over 24 hours, you were officially stuck in Teyvat. 

Every single time you've been in Teyvat had been less than 24 hours, it seemed to automatically transport you out once it reached that time. "Damn, I miss Yeleris and Yvonne..." A small poke interrupted your musings. "Mosi." The mitachurl handed you some raw fowl. 

"Ummm, thanks." You thanked him, placing the meat into the pan. You read through the menus on your phone. The only thing you could cook was Sweet Madame, everything else needed more ingredients. 

Surprisingly, the dish only took two minutes to cook, which was very surprising to you until you saw a pyro slime spewing fire on the sticks under the pan. ".Uh, thanks?" A horrifying thought materialized in your head. What do slimes eat? Do they eat their enemies? When people kill them do they have blood or do they just turn into slime condensates waiting to be collected? When characters ascend do they have to cut them into small pieces? How do characters even ascend?

You shuddered just at the thought of someone like Cyno downing a bunch of scarabs just to get stronger. Once again, you were interrupted from your thoughts by a large cry from the two mitachurls, the one with the shield immediately charging toward the entrance of the camp.

"Keuughh." The mitachurl's shield was burnt almost instantly and a sword impaled it, black blood gushing out. You stood agape as the hydro samachurl tried to heal it but got impaled with an arrow. 

"Baron Bunny!" A very familiar brunette tossed a doll towards you. You stared at the doll, it staring back at you, "OH HELL NAWH-"

You grabbed your cryo slime and sprinted towards the blazing axe mitachurl. "Run! Ya'll are at level 20 at most or something-" You didn't know whether they understood what you were saying but the moment you started running, the entire camp started following you. 

"Hey!" Amber gasped for air as she stared in disbelief at the horde of hilichurls that were just running alongside you. "Is doing some commissions for some mora this hard?" She sighed. 

"Amber, quite surprising to see you here." 

"Cavalry captain, aren't you supposed to be in Mondstadt city?" Amber's eyes narrowed at the dark-skinned man. Kaeya never gave her any good vibes.

"Some knights told me that there was a fatui spy in this area, did you see someone when you were clearing out the camps?" Kaeya ignored Amber's clear dislike, his eyes glinting with curiosity. 

Amber frowned, "Um, I saw a girl but she ran away with the hilichurls?" She said unsurely, it sounded so weird that Amber herself would rather believe that she was just hallucinating from the sheer amount of work from being an outrider for the Knights of Favonius.

"In fact, she ran away when you killed that mitachurl over there." she nodded to her right. "You can try to use elemental sight if you plan on taking her back to do some interrogating, or you can bring her directly to Grandmaster Jean if you think she's a fatui spy. She...is wearing some weird clothes..."

Kaeya's smile brightened, "Thank you Amber, and if I may, I'll leave right now."

-.-..-.

"OH MY GAWDDDD." You groaned as you flopped onto the grass. The hilichurls stopped at another hilichurl camp, just like the others, they made no move to attack. 

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, your stamina was a joke, "Do I have some kind of skill where monsters don't attack me or something? That's kinda cool, not gonna lie." You squished the small cryo slime roughly. "You're one hella cute slime, you're called Bob from now on, you hear me?"

The slime blinked, its cartoonish features making you laugh. "Can you even attack though?" You poked it, "Ow!" you hissed, a small icicle piercing your index finger. "Okay, okay, you aren't useless. Happy?" Bob made a huffing sound, spewing some cold air onto your face.

"You're like Paimon, but you don't yap nonstop and you are mine and not Lumine's or Aether's." You snickered, remembering how Paimon once pushed your lumine off a mountain because you got a little bit too close to the border when you were collecting material.

"Biaodomu, Kandala! (cursed enemy, fight)" Messy footsteps could be heard.

"Cool down!"

Your eyes widened, "Oh shit, it's Kaeya." You grabbed Bob and quickly climbed up a tree. Kaeya was a 4-star but nevertheless, he was the only strong person in the Mondstat starter pack, and in lore, he's a cavalry captain. The gameplay doesn't matter in Teyvat, the lore matters. Kaeya isn't the best in game, but it's only because you can only use one skill and one burst. In Teyvat, Kaeya probably could turn you into an ice statue or create icicles to kill you.

You peeked down the tree after a few minutes, surprised to see nothing except a bunch of dead hilichurls. "Damn, that was quick- Wait, where the hell did he go?" You held your breath, something in your head snapping together.

You slowly looked to your right, and there was Kaeya. Casually sitting next to you. 

"..."

"OH FUCK!"

You pushed yourself out of the tree, Bob clinging onto your hair for dear life, "What the hell did I do?!" You screeched,  running towards the previous hilichurl camp. 

"Hmpf." You hissed, your body skidding to a halt.

"Fatui, you are coming back with me to the headquarters." Amber glowered down at you. 

You turned back, only to slam into someone else. OH FUCK

Kaeya grinned as you lifted your head, "You'll stop running won't you?"

-.--.-.

Teyvat Chapter 1 - Sofiya, the most GenZ fatui

(Knights of Favonius headquarters)

Mhm. You were mistaken for a fatui. You looked down at your clothes, a hoodie, cargo pants and some boots. You had to admit that this was some weird clothing to the Teyvatians but Fatui??? Seriously? 

"A mora for your thoughts?" Your eyes snapped up. OH DAMN. In front of you, in her glory, was Lisa. You gulped, she wasn't the best in-game just like Kaeya but...in lore, she's a genius that graduated from the Akademiya and managed to beat a hell load of people's asses. 

Jean furrowed her brows, "Kaeya? Amber?" 

Amber stepped forward, "Some knights reported her being a fatui spy to Kaeya, so he went out to catch her and I just happened to be doing my commissions nearby." 

You scoffed, "Oh, you mean those cowards? They ran the moment the hilichurls started attacking them. Those snitches..." You huffed.

Kaeya snorted, "Indeed, however, the hilichurls seemed to not attack you. Don't you think that's quite suspicious?"

Your haughty expression wavered for a second before you grinned, "Well... I am quite a lucky ducky ain't I?" You snickered, rolling your eyes. "You reaaally should be less suspicious of people Mr Kaeya."

Lisa's eyes flashed with amusement, "Well sweetie, I, highly doubt that you are a fatui, your clothing, although weird, does not match with any fatui uniform."

Everyone looked at Jean for her final decision, "I agree with Lisa, she does not look like a fatui," I LOVE YOU JEAN "...but" BUT? WDYM BUT? "Just in case, I say that we put her with the rest for a few days and if there's nothing suspicious we can let her out as long as we keep a close watch."

Lisa raised her head from a book, "Your decision is the final, Jean. Amber, bring her to the dungeons for now, will you? And sweetie, if you're innocent, you'll be let out in no time, Jean will compensate you if you were wronged. But if you aren't..." Her lime green eyes darkened, "Well, we'll see won't we."

Her beautiful smile returned, waving you out. 

A sudden bang interrupted your way out. "Hah...hah..." Albedo groaned as he charged into the room. "Jean-" he paused, straightening his back and returning to his cold expression after seeing a horde of people in the office. 

"Grandmaster, did you see Klee anywhere? She ran out an hour ago, saying that she saw her friend somewhere." 

You were too busy admiring his looks whilst he and Jean conversed, their talking drowned out by your thoughts. Hoyo did him so bad, he is gorgeous like- his hair is fluffy, his eyes are beautiful, and omg his long fingers-

"Ahem." Kaeya raised a brow at your starstruck expression. "The knights will escort you to the dungeons, and in case you're wondering it's the 'cowards' you speak of."

Your horror made Kaeya quite amused to say the least. "Wait, why can't you do it? They're stupid, defenseless lil sh-assholes." You were pretty sure that Kaeya was a way better option than the dumb, dumber, and dumbest trio. 

Kaeya fake sighed, "Well, sadly, as the Cavalry Captain, I have work to do, and you seem pretty defenseless right now so there is no need for me to escort you. Hm?"

Jean gave Kaeya a look. "I'll be on my way Grandmaster Jean." He gave his signature flirtatious smile to you before dragging Amber out with him.

Oh hell no. You accepted your fate, the dumb, dumber, and dumbest trio pushing you towards a seemingly endless row of stairs leading down. Yup, never seen this in-game.

-.--.--.-

(Mondstadt Dungeons)

"Pssssst." The cicin mage had been bothering you for the past 10 minutes. Your eyes twitched, "What?" You hissed, annoyed. The mage's hair only had hints of green, so you assumed that she was in the dungeons for a long long time.

"Are you one of us or are you like one of them?" She nudged the man beside her. 

"What is wrong with you, Sofiya?" The man hissed in pain, her long manicured nails digging into his skin. The brunette rolled her eyes, "Whatever, you don't seem like one of those filthy treasure hoarders." She scoffed, kicking the man until he curled up into a fetal position. 

"Hmm, you don't seem like you're part of the fatui too..." she muttered. You edged back, seeing how strong she was, "Would you believe me if I said that I was innocent?" 

She paused her muttering, "Probably, you're not a treasure hoarder or part of the fatui so I'm guessing that they're going to let you out in a few days." She shrugged, "You see, I'm one of the more...likable fatui. Nice to meet you, I'm Sofiya Petrov. Quite obviously, I'm a cicin mage."

Sofiya giggled, "That despicable guy on the floor is Niko, a treasure hoarder with Snezhnayan blood. Quite inappropriate of him to join the treasure hoarders instead of the fatui." Her eyes hardened, kicking the man again.

Niko made no move to defend, slowly nudging back into his corner. Sofiya rolled her eyes, banging her fist on the cell, "Keyar, there's a newbie! Introductions are needed." A small face popped up from the cell next to them. Keyar was definitely caught recently, her hair still a murky green. "Hiya, my name's Keyarye but you can call me Keyar. I'm a Cicin mage. This is my brother Yeray, he's a pyro agent." The young girl smiled at you.

Sofiya snorted at your stiff body, "You need to calm down, we can't, and won't kill you yet. After all, we are quite well-behaved and sensible compared to our colleagues. They are all below us," she pointed to a staircase leading further down. It was so hidden that you would've sworn that it wasn't there if she hadn't pointed it out. "I'm quite glad that they placed those scum separate from us. They are not only weak, but they are a bunch of bratty, arrogant little shits."

Your eyes widened in surprise, you always thought that mobs like fatui agents were all going to be bratty in real life and be very cooperative with each other and all be evil...But then, they weren't mobs, everyone you've met is real...At least to the people in Teyvat. 

"Well... My name, Y/N, I was thrown in here because some cowards thought that I was a spy."

The cell stayed silent until Sofiya started laughing. "Pfft, are the knights absolute idiots? Wait, they are. You? A fatui? You would've been killed being spotted by non-fatui out of uniform. Oh, my archons..."

The dungeons echoed with laughter. Sofiya straightened her purple coat, the dungeons immediately silencing. The girl slowly stepped towards you, her cold blue eyes staring into your soul. "Everyone in here is either a Fatui or a treasure hoarder, so... if you turn out to be innocent, I trust that you won't tell anyone that we were being so un-Fatui like right?" 

You smiled innocently, "Why would I? You'll be punis-"

The entrance slammed open. "Pretty sister?"

A familiar loli grinned at your confused face.

"I'm here to save you."

-.---.-

Klee did not expect you to meet you in the dungeons. It had been 2 years to her, whilst, to you, it had only been a few days. She missed the time when you went fish blasting with her. Although she was placed in solitary confinement, it was worth it to her. She loved her big brother Albedo but he didn't really approve of her fish blasting, he tolerated her but he didn't like her blasting up at random places.

So when she noticed a familiar figure in Mondstadt, in a hilichurl camp, she thought you were in danger and was about to pull out her Dodoco until she saw a familiar bluenette killing all of them whilst you climbed up a tree, Klee decided to find some apples to give to you as a gift.

But when she returned, you were gone. Then, she began searching for you again, where she saw you entering the headquarters when she reached the city. Klee was scared, she had just bombed a lake and ran away from Albedo when she met him near the city. Jean would scold her again.

So she secretly waited until the knights left and then she sneaked into the headquarters. Klee was confused when she saw Kaeya and Amber handing you to three knights and leading you to the dungeons. She saw Kaeya walking towards the entrance so she slipped into the library when someone entered.

Thankfully, Lisa was still in the office so she managed to sneak out of the library without being caught and now here she is, unlocking your cell door.

"Pretty sister, Klee spent sooo long trying to find you." Klee hugged your waist tightly.

"Well if it isn't the Spark Knight." Sofiya grinned at her. Klee stared at her confused. "Hello big sister."

Sofiya gave a tiny genuine smile at the blob of cuteness in front of her. "Y/N, you have a record time for only staying with us for less than an hour. Quite impressive ain't it girlie." She shook your hands, casually stepping out of the cell. 

She fiddled with the locks with the other cell. "Aha."

Keyar stretched her arms, "Freedom, how nice." 

Klee blinked, "Pretty sister, did Klee...let them out?" she turned to you, "Can I let them out?" her face wrinkled. 

Keyar patted her head, "Don't worry lil child, we don't kill random people. We only got here because we're under Lady Signora." She approached a corner, tapping on some rocks to reveal a secret pathway, "Sofiya, our delusions are in there." 

Sofiya nodded, locking the cell after she got out with you, ignoring the pleas from other cells and the treasure hoarders. "These people are all unimportant, they have no value. Basically, these people are either freeloaders or they actually deserve to be in here." she snickered, "No wonder their mommy and daddy left them." She threw an especially dirty look at Niko. "Son of a bitch should stay here 'till his entire team gets caught and killed."

She sneered, skipping towards the secret room. Returning just seconds later. "They still work, which is a relief." The three fatuus began conversing in Snezhnayan language before turning to you.

"Well, Y/N, considering that you've technically helped us leave this stupid place we won't avenge the knights or anything or kill you. But if you do see us around, don't talk to us unless you need something. The knights will notice that we're gone. As long as no attention is drawn, they won't even remember that they arrested us."

Yeray rolled his eyes, "The entirety of Knights of Favonius is basically useless except the little girl beside you, the Cavalry captain, that scary librarian, the outrider, the Chief Alchemist, the maid that should've become a knight ages ago, and the Cavalry captain's brother who sometimes helps out."

Klee tugged on your hand. "Pretty sister, Klee needs to leave. Big brother Albedo will be worried." Her expression turned serious, "Pretty sister, please don't get arrested, Klee is a Knight, Klee can't do things like this anymore. Klee will find you soon. Bye bye~" she checked her pocket watch before running up the staircase. 

Sofiya cleared her throat. "If anyone talks about our escape I will come back and kill all of you." She scanned the entire room, the temperature dropping. Her lamp was in her hands again. Sofiya didn't look like a casual person like she was without her delusion. You noticed how her outfit was slightly more intricate than Keyar's probably because she's in a higher rank. She looked at you, "Quite obviously, we can't leave like the Spark Knight so hold on to me unless you want to stay here forever."

Teyvat Chapter 2 - Can't Escape The Plotline

"Emmmmmm." You stared at Bob then at the Blonde that was strangling it.

A few minutes ago Sofiya and her fatui colleagues thrown you to a statue of the seven and left immediately saying something about checking the fatui camps and killing some traitors. Sofiya leaving a small device in your hands saying that the fatui under her won't kill you if you don't lose it.

"Uhhhhh." A familiar fairy floated up to you. "Ehehehe. Sorry about that." She scratched her head, snatching Bob away from Aether's hands.

"..."

Aether was the first one to break the silence, "Um, sorry for... uh...strangling your- pet?" You cuddled Bob, hiding it from Aether.

"I suppose that I can forgive you." You stated flatly.

Paimon giggled nervously, "Do you want to go to Mondstadt City with us? Aether can get you some food as repayment for almost killing, uh, Bob."

You blinked, Paimon's a big foodie, nothing is more precious than food and maybe the traveler to her. I guess I'll forgive them since Aether is hot and Paimon's cute

"...Sure?"

Oh wait, Dvalin exists. Fuck. Your face slowly turned into horror as the two started to drag you towards the path. Oh hell no.

You dragged yourself lifelessly along with the duo, seeing Venti and Dvalin in the distance communicating.

You eyed a tree near you, and the moment Aether and Paimon interrupted their interaction, you leaped up.

"Who's there?!" Venti stiffened, Dvalin roared, taking off to the sky.

Venti's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions, anger, annoyance and nervousness. "Achoo!" Venti's eyes snapped towards a tree, the winds amplifying all sounds.

Your body temperature dropped when Venti's aqua eyes met with you. A bunch of rustling snapped both of your attention to the traveler. The god's eyes narrowed slightly, the blonde gave him a slight familiar sense, reminding him of an old friend whilst the e/c girl gave him a slightly more dangerous aura, familiar but a bit off.

"Hey!" Paimon shouted, trying to stop the god escaping.

Aether tugged her back, slightly frowning, "Let's go to Mondstadt first." He smiled tightly to you.

"Sorry-"

"HEY YOU! Stop right there! Wait- huh?" Amber's body almost tumbles to the ground, staring at you confused.

"..."

It took you two seconds before you started sprinting.

"NOT TODAY BISH!" You frantically ducked one of Amber's arrows, dashing towards the direction of Springvale.

"HEY!" Amber scowled, glaring at Aether, "Why would you stop me? She's a spy!" Her eyes narrowed. "You don't look like citizens of Mondstadt. Explain yourselves!"

Paimon waved her hands, "We're not looking for trouble!"

Amber crossed her arms, "That's what all the troublemakers say."

Aether stepped forward, shielding Paimon from Amber's hostile eyes, "I'm Aether."

Amber silently sized Aether up, "...Doesn't sound like a local name to me, and...this mascot, what's the deal with it?"

"We're friends." Aether's eyes flashed with impatience, "Yes, we've only traveled for two months."

"But we've already become the best of friends!" Paimon piped up, unaware of Amber's hostility.

Amber's eyes softened for a brief moment before turning hard, "To sum it up, you are travelling partners. As the outrider for the Knights of Favonius. There's a large dragon sighted around Mondstadt recently, I would advise you to get into the city as soon as possible...It's not far from here, I'll escort you there."

-.-.-

You panted furiously, your stamina stats were not kidding at all. You were pretty sure that a slime had better stamina than you.

The afternoon sun enveloped you in a warm haze, but the only thing you felt was hunger.

"I owe my frickin life to that lawachurl." you grumbled, stuffing yourself with several sunsettias. Aether has already met Paimon, so the defeat of Dvalin should be a matter of time. The main thing is, the time in Teyvat and the time in game is definitely unmatched. And the biggest problem you're facing right now is where will you live and how the fuck you're going to survive.

You ruffled through your bag, nothing was lost through your endless sprinting and jumping. Through all you interactions with the "characters" of Genshin Impact. You came to a dreadful conclusion. Although your stats weren't that low for a lvl 0 weakling, you are basically a mosquito in front of the vision holders. Yes, you had an unbelievably good weapon, but you weren't a vision holder so it's basically a fancy decoration.

Why did you compare yourself to a mosquito? Simple, mosquitos are easy to kill but they are annoying bitches that can leave a very unpleasant effect.

Just as you were contemplating your life, your phone suddenly dinged.

How is there data in Teyvat? You stared at the single block of mobile data. The fuck????  You noticed that for some reason, Yeleris and Moniqa haven't been messaging you.

Totallynotlazy

Guys?

Y3!3&13

Who are you?

Totallynotlazy

Wdym?

notmoniqa

Bish, who u?

Totallynotlazy

Tf, it's moi Y/N

Y3!3&13

...

notmoniqa

Bish, Y/N in fvcking coma righ now

Totallynotlazy

tf u mean I'm in coma

- notmoniqa has sent an image -

notmoniqa

hackerrrrr

- Totallynotlazy has started a video call -

-.-.-.-

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Moniqa screeched.

You sighed, "Girl, as you can see, I'm clearly not in coma."

"But, but- if your body is here but then you're also wherever the fuck you are..."

Yeleris slapped a hand over her mouth. "Y/N, where the actual fuck are you? And if your phone is with you, what's this? And also, who's this?"

Her slim hands reached into 'your' pocket and pulled out your phone.

"..."

You froze for a second before calming yourself down. Being part of the student council had always made your demeanor calm until you've been transported here.

"I'm guessing that the person lying on my bed is also me, and that the phone you're holding is also-"

The sound of glass shattering interrupted the thick tension. Under the three of your confused and surprised gaze, your phone shattered in Yeleris' hands.

"It's...glitching." Moniqa whispered. Moniqa was sitting right next to Yeleris so she also managed to see the phone suddenly flash out and into existence multiple times before completely shattering.

"..." Yeleris' cool demeanor slightly wavered, her cold expression turning into one of shock.

"I have a conclusion." She stated out, her body trembling slightly. Both of you looking at her darkened eyes.

"I think, that the 'you' here with us is your physical body and the 'you' right now is your consciousness in another dimension. Of course, there are many other possibilities, like the 'you' with us being a fake imitation of you and the real you in whichever place you are. But then, the two 'you's might also be the exact same person, except you've somehow glitched into another world, just like your phone."

"..."

"But...why did her phone shatter?" Moniqa asked weakly, her eyes flashing with confusion.

"...Because, there cannot be two people under the same information and things in the same world. You notice how her phone only shattered after the video call and not whilst we were chatting right. In my reasoning, it only shattered because it was being used in another world, and the video call had been happening whilst Y/N's using her phone when this phone was shown to the camera, showing the other world the very same thing that is being used, so something, possibly space or time has destroyed the phone."

"I barely understand but ok..."

You frowned, "But, what about me? Will the me in school die?"

The only thing that replied to you was their silence.

"I..." Your legs felt like cotton, your body slowly drooping down into the grassy field.

"Where are you?" Yeleris asked softly.

Your scattered eyes once again focused onto her cold, heartless face.

"Say... would you believe me if I told you that... I'm in Genshin Impact?"

Surprisingly, Moniqa was the first one to nod her head.

"Girl, I've also played that game for some time, yes, I've only played for a month or two but I can associate your background to Mondstadt."

Her baby face scrunched up slightly, "However, since you're basically in a different world. Not to mention it's a game, we have no insurance of your safety you know."

"I'm assuming that the only things you have on you includes everything near your body before you went away. So that's basically just your phone, a pen, your headphones, a few pieces of candy, and a single hair tie." She stopped briefly, her eyes twitching, "can you access Genshin on your phone? And things in your inventory?"

You nodded. Moniqa stood up, striding towards your computer. "You know, the moment that I saw those meteors flying across the sky in broad daylight, especially how much they resembled the wishing screen you know."

Her sapphire blue eyes shined brightly, her sakura pink contacts no longer covering those gemstone like eyes.

"You know, I've been wondering, if you can go into Genshin in your account and be able to access things from your account. Can I... see you on screen?"

Your breathed heavily, a mixture of emotions muddling your head. Eyes fixated on the loading screen.

"Lookie lookie, seems like my idea was right."

You gaped at your figure on screen, unlike normal characters, your body was half transparent, just like a ghost.

"That genuinely freaks me out." You muttered.

Moniqa snorted, clicking into your character screen. "Jeez, you have dangerously low stamina and shit stats. Oh, and look, there's two character screens. Seems like one of them is your accounts and one of them is the characters in your world currently. Hell, there's even two quest pages. And damnnnn, the traveller didn't even open the Mondstadt Archon quest yet ." She said snickering.

The pinkette checked your inventory, noticing the brand new pages and the inventory bag that Skirk's given you.

"DAMN, YOU'VE GOT ONE HELLA CRACKED WEAPON!" She gaped at your tiny collection of random things.

"Wait, aren't you like, defenceless? I mean, you're definitely just like those NPCs that can't do a single thing against some normal hilichurls let alone mobs in Genshin." Yeleris suddenly said.

You scratched your head , "I meannnn, they don't attack me... probably because I'm not a Teyvatian. Like, Aether and Lumine are cracked so it does make sense that I, at least have some talent like everyone else so that I won't die from slimes and other stuff."

"Yeah but what if you meet fatui, treasure hoarders, eremites and other things that are humans or human made?"

You frowned, "I mean I can run?"

Yeleris rolled her eyes, "With that tiny stamina? I highly doubt so."

Moniqa raised her eyes, " Bob the cryo slime...what a unique name."

You sighed, "It's- I mean, he's my pet I guess."

Yeleris coughed lightly into her hand. "I think you should go to Mondstadt right now."

You stared at her confused, "Why?"

She smirked, a glimpse of amusement flashing across her face, "Why, to see the traveller and Dvalin have a teeny fight. After all, every thing we see in game is simplified. Like how Teyvat is shrunk from an entire world into a small area where someone can travel nation to nation in a matter of minutes. And from the distance that the traveller is positioned from Mondstadt, by the moment you get there, you should be able to see the cutscenes in real life. And of course, we will watch the true fight through your computer. So please, stand closer to whichever twin is in Mondstadt. Won't you?"

Teyvat Chapter 3 - We meet again

A freezing fog enveloped Mondstadt City as you approached. Fortunately, under the haziness, you managed to sneak in when the two guards were trying to adjust to the momentarily blindness.

Your eyes scanned across the empty streets, noticing Amber and Aether standing in the middle of the street. It's coming. Your eyes slowly brightened as a thin grey veil covered your eyes and the familiar blue dragon's shadow covered half of the city.

"The sky..." Aether's eyes flashed with uncertainty, the edge of his peripheral showing a silhouette. A few stray leaves interrupted his musings.

Above you, you gazed at Dvalin as he flew graciously across the air, your heart hurting as the dragon swooped down nearing Aether, just a flash, but you still noticed the pain in the dragon's face.

The very few people near the streets scrambled back home, most of them covering their heads or shielding their children from the flying rocks. Your body flinched as you saw a kid nearly get swept up into the sky, and another rock embedding into a girl's arm.

You hurriedly hid under a stall as tornadoes appeared near the Statue of Barbatos. Your hands coated in cold sweat. Lifting your wide eyes, your vision landed on the traveler. Closer... you ran towards Amber's direction, a tree crushing the fruit stall seconds after you've reached Amber.

Amber's orange eyes widened in shock as you stood besides her. "You-you...Ugh, I'll talk to you after Dvalin leaves."

Paying no heed to her endless rambling, your gaze once again landed on the traveler. "He'll be ok right?" Amber asked, she had just brought him here, from the journey, she could tell that Aether wasn't like the fatuis or treasure hoarders, she didn't want him to die yet.

You shrugged, "He's definitely going to survive." He didn't even die against Raiden Shogun, so he's definitely not going to die in this lil battle, he also had Venti's help, if he died, who would be the person that solves all the seven nation's problems? The abyss princess?

Above the clouds, Aether's vision landed on the howling Stormterror.

"Huh? How are you staying afloat like this with just a wing glider?" Paimon nudged his wing glider confusedly.

A young voice echoed through the loud wind, "I'm preventing your fall with the power of a thousand winds."

Far away from the city, under the large oak tree in Windrise sat Venti, or as how Teyvat calls him, Barbatos.

Being the current weakest Archon, he was far from his peak since the Archon war, less than ten percent at most. Although the war had greatly affected his powers, his lengthy sleep had at least slightly made him stronger.

The winds brought all information across to him, and being the Archon of Mondstadt, he was able to see everything happening in Mondstadt if he wanted to.

"Now, concentrate. See yourself grasping the wind. Harness its energy." He always knew that the blonde boy was an outlander, his clothes and looks reminded him of an old friend, not only that, their personalities were very similar.

On the other hand, the dark haired girl gave him a sense of familiarity, even though he was sure that he'd never ever seen her or even heard about her before. She had no vision, and was a powerless mortal just like the thousands of mortals living in Mondstadt. (In this story, Mondstadt will have around hundred thousand residents, Mondstadt city having around sixty thousand residents since Teyvat is going to be thousands of times bigger than in game Teyvat)

A loud gasp erupted from Amber. You groaned as the bunny girl hugged you even tighter, all of her hostility was gone, everything left was a cuddly mess. You rolled your eyes at the bubbly girl's dramatic antics, Aether's silhouette drifting throughout the entire sky as he shot anemo bullets at Stormterror.

Suddenly, a large gust of wind rolled you into a tornado and launched you into the sky. Bitch, I do not know how to fly, and I don't have a stupid wind glider. Your heart almost pumping out of your chest.

"Huh?" Your eyes met with Paimon's. You closed your eyes as your body rapidly neared the ground, Amber's faint screaming and Paimon's screeching blasting your eardrums.

"Try controlling the wind to lift yourself up."

Your eyes flew open. "How the fuck am I supposed to control it?" You hissed.

"...just say up in your head, I'll assist you."

"Up. Up? UP YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" You screamed as your body almost crashed against a rooftop.

Very "cliche"-ly, your body lifted up when you were centimeters away from dying.

"Go assist your friend, try using that weapon you have."

You scowled slightly, how did Venti know about your bow? You would probably never know.

You clumsily controlled the wind by screaming direction to it. Sneakily taking out your phone, you quickly tapped the glitched Genshin App that had appeared next to the original Genshin App after the video call you had with Yeleris and Yvonne.

It was an app that opens in less than a second and shows all the characters that you've met, the current progress in the plotline and your character screen and your friendship levels. You quickly found the catalyst you've gotten from Skirk.

"Wait, I don't know how to use a bloody catalyst." You face palmed, your eyes twitching as you scrolled across your tiny inventory. "Fuck it, Imma try to command it or something."

"Shoot."

"..."

"你他妈的," (The fuck)

You cussed in your mother's mother tongue (I'm using chinese as Mihoyo is a chinese company and for plot reasons)

"Holy shit." You gaped as a beam of anemo struck Dvalin.

A glitchy -300 flashed multiple times before glitching out of existence. "Did you see that?" You asked Paimon excitedly.

Paimon furiously nodded, "Yup, you managed to scare him away." You frowned, "No, I mean-" Paimon blinked, "Yes?"

You sighed, tugging Paimon as you and Aether slowly descended. "A-are you hurt?" Amber dashed towards the two of you, checking on the both of you.

Light clapping sounds attracted your vision as Kaeya calmly walked towards the three of you.

"You've actually got the power to go up against the dragon..." His periwinkle eye was clouded with amusement and interest. His eyes stopped briefly on you before focusing on Aether. "Are you a new ally or a new storm?"

Amber scowled, hiding the two of you behind her, "Stormterror...is attacking Mondstadt itself!" She glanced at you, "Kaeya, Aether, um... and you, you've come at the right time. We must..."

Kaeya grinned, "Hold on Amber, are you perhaps forgetting to introduce us?"

Her eyes flashed with a glimpse of annoyance and coldness, "Oh...right. This is Kaeya, our Cavalry Captain. These two are travelers from afar, Aether and Paimon... As for her, she's the, um, spy that we caught a few hours earlier."

You rolled your eyes at the awkward introduction, "I'm Y/N L/N. The non-existent 'spy' you guys speak of."

Kaeya snorted, his eyes furrowing, "Perhaps...From afar? Is that all we know of them?"

Amber scratched her head nervously, "Long story short..."

(Time skip)

"I see. Welcome to Mondstadt- though you haven't arrived at the best of times. I'm afraid."

Kaeya placed a hand over his chest, "I understand the anguish of being separated from family...but everyone has their secrets right?"

You close your eyes, listening to the familiar dialogues of the Stormterror scenario.

"Y/N?"

You opened your eyes, hiding your slight annoyance, "Hm?"

Aether slightly nodded towards Kaeya and Amber, "You coming?"

Teyvat Chapter 4 - Windborne travelers

(Y/S Tower 3 Dorm 109)

The wind rattled the windows, a cold red fog slowly covered the entire world.

Lorelei's eyes opened, turning around, her eyes fixating on her twin. "Lorelie..." The identical girl giggled slightly, placing a finger across her lips.

"Hey, this is just the start, the only thing we need to do is wait." Lorelie's strawberry blonde hair was tinted with red under the blood moon. She lifted her head, her eyes glinting under her uncut bangs. "The game's just started."

The girl stared at her for a moment, before lowering her head and fumbled for her phone.

"Ya'll ready? This world has 100% death rate and there's no guides at all. I'll try to meet you guys tomorrow ok?"

"...mhm."

(Y/S Tower 8 Dorm 182)

Yeleris gazed down on the silent streets of f/s. She raised her eyes to the blood moon, her eyes narrowing upon seeing the red fog. 

"Go to sleep Yeleris." Moniqa pinched your cheeks, "Y/N looks like a dead person right now." she sighed. "We need energy for tomorrow."

"How long do you think it will take her to finish the plotline?" Yeleris asked softly. Moniqa's lowered her head and stared at your body. "I've asked the Association to calculate the time. But the time in Teyvat is very unstable. Sometimes a day in Teyvat could be a second here but sometimes it could be ten minutes or an hour. One thing I have tested is when we're viewing Y/N, the time in Teyvat flows simultaneously with Earth's."

"We have no idea how long it took the traveler to finish the plotline, not to say that the plotline hasn't even finished. We could only see how does Mihoyo warp the plotline. After all, the first Mihoyo company that created Genshin doesn't belong to this world. This world is just one of the many alternate universes."

Yeleris rubbed her forehead, "Hopefully the first wave of monsters are weak. This body and it's soul is nothing compared to my original body's." Moniqa scowled, "Excuse me? Mine's is even weaker? And I'm not even saying how this soul has been yapping in my mind all day?"

The dark haired girl scoffed, "You must admit that we've got transported to decent bodies, I remember that Luka's gotten transported into a beggar's body. And both of the souls aren't trying to force us out, they do have the main control. We only get to do whatever we want when they fall asleep."

Moniqa rolled her eyes, "Hopefully they manage to survive to the end. I don't want to have a single failure uglify my beautiful record, and anyways, I really wanna see how bad this RH-o1 disease is."

-.-.-.

(Knight's of Favonius HQ)

"Jean, I've brought them."

You frowned slightly at Jean's surprised expression, your annoyance from your last encounter a few hours ago still evident.

Lisa smiled flirtatiously at the two of you, your body slowly edging towards a plant behind you.

"...and once it was over, I brought them straight here." Kaeya crossed his arms.

Jean smiled apologetically at you, "Mondstadt welcomes you, windborne travelers." Her stone grey eyes only had coldness, her facial expressions not matching her internal thoughts. "I am Jean, Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius. This is Lisa, our resident Librarian."

The purple witch's smile grew bigger, "Oh! Are you sweeties here to help us out? You're both so adorable. Sadly, the timing is regrettable." a coy smile emerged from her face, her lime green eyes reflecting Aether's confused expression. "Stormterror has caused quite a ruckus in the region since its recent resurgence."

"Simply put, Mondstadt's elemental sphere and the ley lines are now akin to a yarn ball in the paws of a kitten. For a mage, it couldn't get much worse. My skin is one elemental particle away from a full-blown breakout."

Jean fixated her eyes on Aether, "If it weren't for this interference. The Knights of Favonius would have better ways to help you than just putting up missing person posters."

You laughed internally, knowing the plot, the only thing that Mondstadt gave Aether was his title and experience in fighting monsters. 

"We simply ask that you response in Mondstadt while we seek out your sister."

Aether nodded, "Paimon will help out too!"

You snorted lightly, Paimon's main function was stating the obvious and being moral support. Her help was quite miniscule to say at least. But nevertheless, she was a good companion, at least she genuinely cared for the traveler.

Jean's gaze stopped on you for a few seconds, as if asking you. You stared into her eyes, an innocent smile was all you needed for her to turn her attention back to where she was supposed to.

"Good. In that case we need a plan." Kaeya stated flatly.

"With Stormterror now directly attacking Mondstadt, we may have an opportunity to cut the problem off at the source, Lisa has revealed the sources of Stormterror's power with her detection magic."

"Is that so?"

Lisa turned towards Kaeya, "They're located in the abandoned Four Winds Temple, Stormterror's ability to whip up these kinds of storms can be attributed to drawing power from the temples"

Jean flicked off some dust from her sleeve, "Our objective is to deal with three of the four temples. I trust everyone understands why we are only dealing with three."

Paimon scratched her head awkwardly, "Paimon doesn't."

You pulled the floating fairy closer to you, "Paimon, shush, we only need to listen."

The fairy blinked confused, "ok." she whispered.

Jean ignored the slight disruption, "Knights of Favonius, time is against us. The storm is rampant, there is no point in maintaining a defensive position. Alright we need to take initiative and act before the situation escalates."

You lazily lifted your eyelids as Aether began to walk out. "Welp, nice to meet you, Aether and Paimon. Me and Bob will leave you guys to do what ya'll are doing. Bye bye." 

"Wait, you aren't coming with me and Amber?" Aether scratched his head confused. You blinked, "What do you mean? That's your job. I don't need to find a sister or anything."

"Y/N you're leaving us!!" Paimon screeched. "Paimon, we literally just met an hour ago. I'm only here at Mondstadt because you guys owe me a meal." You crossed your arms.

Amber gasped, "What? You weren't companions?" You stared at her weirdly.

"We can offer you a place in the inn and the same rewards if you do it with Aether." Lisa clasped her hands together. 

You hesitated. "You do realize that you don't have to do everything with Aether right?  You don't have to do everything that he does." Kaeya poked Bob who had jumped from your hood and into your arms.

You stared at him, "You do understand that unlike Aether, I'm a normal person that can't do anything right." You said bluntly.

"You used the power of anemo did you not?" Amber asked.

"...Ok, but if I end up no use, you guys can't blame me."

Paimon did a small flip in the air. "So you won't leave us right?" 

"For now." You ruffled the little fairy's hair.

"Amber, bring them to Wagner for a weapon first." Amber saluted, "Yes, Grandmaster Jean."

(Mondstadt City)

You refused the offer of  Amber buying you a weapon. "It's fine, I have a catalyst. I just um, don't really know how to use it." 

Amber patted your shoulder, "Don't worry, it takes some time trying to master the catalyst. And anyways, you don't seem to have a vision, like the traveler." 

"That's the whole point. I don't even know how I managed to use anemo." Amber frowned, "Wait, I'll buy you a sword just in case." She hurriedly ran back to Wagner.

"You're an...outlander?" Aether asked tentatively. You shrugged, "Secret."

"Here's a silver sword. If you really can't use the elements you can at least have something to defend yourself." Amber looked at her pocket watch, "You guys should be on your way now, I'll meet you guys soon." she nodded slightly at the three of you. 

Aether stared at the little dot that was Amber in the distance. "Paimon, do you know where we're going?"

Paimon opened a gigantic map, spreading it on the bench. "There, let's go unlock the statue of seven nearby first thought. We can test whether Y/N would get anemo abilities like you too!"

Teyvat Chapter 5 - Temple of the Lion

You finally knew why everyone seemed to wear a coat or thick clothes in Mondstadt. The chilliness of Mondstadt nights was like a thousand needles penetrating your skin, of course, the traveler looked the same like always, but you didn't have a godly body like Aether, so every minute was like being in an ice bath.

You rubbed your sore legs tiredly, the travelling trio, well quartet if you count in the little cryo slime had finally reached the Statue of the Seven in Windrise.

"Come on Y/N! Paimon believes in you!" Paimon swooped down towards you, poking your face. 

"P-Paimon, you can literally float. You know how, how bloody unfair this is?" Your voice literally trembled from the 3 hour trek from the city gates.

The sky had turned dark an hour ago, and you felt a bit guilty for being the main reason why it took so long. You gritted your teeth as you straightened up, your legs still fighting with each other.

"Quite frankly, how the actual fuck are you not sweating or anything." You hissed at Aether, hell, his hair was still fluffy and there was not a single ounce of sweat on him.

"It's a you problem Y/N. You just have relatively low stamina." Aether stated bluntly.

"Nuh-uh." Thanks Pai- "Paimon thinks relatively is too generous for Y/N, what's the word called? Abysmal? Yep! Y/N's stamina is abysmal, Paimon swears that even Timmie could run faster and walk longer than her." Take that back. TAKE THAT BACK. TIMMIE IS JUST A LIL SHIT THAT FEEDS PIGEONS

"Can we just- just do whatever Aether does with the Statue of the Sevens?" You raised a trembling hand, yanking Paimon out of the air.

The two of you ignored Paimon's cries and you watched in awe as the Statue slowly glowed a beautiful royal blue from Aether's touch.

"Try it, you might be able to control the power of Anemo." Aether nudged you towards the statue.

"..."

You poked the statue again. "Hey, that's mean, how come-"

The statue suddenly glitched in front of your eyes, heat emitting from it as the blue hue turned into a dazzling gold.

Although it looked absolutely beautiful to Aether and Paimon, even Bob, who had jumped out of your arms the moment the statue turned gold, it was a whole other situation for you. 

"AH SHIT!" You were snarling as you yanked your hand away, the burning sensation still lingering on your fingers. 

"This thing a bloody furnace." You glared at the stone Barbatos on top of the pedestal. "You disgusting little-"

Paimon squeezed the thin piece of skin on your elbow, "Y/N, you can't say that to an Archon. This is Mondstadt." she lowered her voice nearing the end.

"Did you not see it glitch?" 

"What do you mean?"

"I-, never mind, I almost forgot that there are a bunch of people obsessed with barbie toes in Mond." you muttered quietly.

"Well, did you feel anything inside of you?"

"...the only thing I feel is hunger..."

Aether sighed exasperatedly, "I feel like you're another Paimon. Anyways, you remember how you managed to control yourself to fly when we were against Dvalin? Like, try to find that feeling?"

You scratched you head, "Not going to lie,  the way I controlled the wind was, um, shouting at it."

"..."

"..."

"Paimon, Paimon- , EUGH! Paimon doesn't know what to say! Aether! You're on!" The fairy punched the blonde lightly.

"Um... I don't know, command them like you did last time?" The blonde smiled awkwardly, his eyes darting around.

You took a deep breath, "Wind? Carry me? Please? "

"..."

You frowned, reminiscing how the wind carried you up and down. Perhaps it had something to do with the Chinese cuss word you threw out? It was a possibility, Mihoyo being a Chinese company.

"风起?" (It's basically telling the wind to blow)

Just like you expected but also slightly outside of your expectations, the windless night slowly had large gusts of wind blowing towards you.

"Paimon knew that you could do it! Try to control it without speaking! Then you can actually fight monsters with us! Of course, not including Bob."

You blinked, trying the method in your head. This time, the wind was weaker but it was still a success.

A tiny smile appeared on your lips, "Seems like I'm not completely useless in this world..." you murmured, "By the way, aren't we supposed to meet Lisa?"

Paimon gasped dramatically, "Paimon almost forgot! Quick! We need to reach there before midnight! Y/N try to use anemo to increase your speed and if you can, float. Aether, you too!"

You glanced at Aether, "Just think the commands in your mind, although the way I control anemo is different, the same method should work." 

Surprisingly, anemo sped up your journey to the designated location by a lot. And by a lot, it meant two hours. You suddenly understood why being a vision holder was so desired.

(Temple of the Lion）

"Hey cuties! So you're both going to help me out? How kind of you. Of course, as repayment, don't hesitate to come to me if you need anything." Lisa smiled upon your arrival.

You nodded slightly. "What kind of things does a librarian do?" Aether asked.

The woman's smile grew wider, "Basically, things other than that which require brawn...or brains."

"So what does that leave?" Paimon asked. Lisa responded with a mysterious smirk before hurrying towards the temple.

You observed her slight shock when the temple turned blue as Aether pushed the door open to reveal a starry night. You giggled as her shock turned into confusion when you stepped in and the temple flashed with gold before returning back to blue. The effects on the statues and domains were different but Lisa's facial expressions repaid it.

Stepping into the abyss, you found yourself standing in front of multiple doors, there seemed to be an invisible floor in the middle of the abyss. After Lisa came inside, the door you came in from slowly disappeared, leaving you with various smaller doors.

"Which door do we go into?" Paimon asked.

You froze, "You don't see them?" Paimon turned to you confused. "Never mind, it's that door." You pointed to the plainest door on the far left, floating on top of it, was "Deep within the Temple of the Lion". The other probably couldn't see the words, just like how Paimon didn't notice how the Statue of Barbatos was glitching.

Lisa raised a brow, "Indeed, follow me, I will guide you onwards."

-.-.-.

(Inside the Temple of the Lion)

The inside of the Temple was very unrealistic, far more unrealistic than the in game version. One step off the ledge would send you off to somewhere nobody would find you. Although you would probably be transported back on land before you die or out of the domain if that was an actual feature in Teyvat.

Lisa beckoned the three of you up the stairs, "I guess I could give this a go." She looked up, "I knew it. There is a strong elemental energy coming from deep within this temple. Paimon, are you able to float across?"

Paimon nodded, her eyes sparkling as she found several radishes in a barrel. "Let's ride this wind current, shall we?" Lisa pointed towards the strong gusts of wind.

"I'm aware that Y/N doesn't have a wind glider but the power of anemo should be able to lift you up if you combine it with the strong wind current."

The Door of Resurrection activated automatically upon entering the room. The three rushed towards the next room, you stayed in the room finding the common chest behind some wooden crates. A common chest in Genshin is barely anything to high AR players but to NPCs and people who's just gotten their visions, the things inside were absolute treasures, even if they don't need it, they could sell it for mora.

Throwing the items into your inventory, you quickly met up with Aether.

"Leave it to me." 

Unlike how weak Lisa is in game, she killed the pyro slime in with a single strike of electro. The slime slowly turned into elemental particles, which flew towards Lisa and was absorbed.

The four of you placed your hands on the large door, the door unlocking upon touch.

"It's an electro monument." Lisa pointed towards the middle of the room. "No wonder, let me try to activate it with a bit of electro power. Stand back, sweeties. The two of you can share the chest later, I have enough of those trinkets."

She quickly used her elemental skill, four pyro slimes appearing from the elemental particles emitting from the monument. 

"How annoying." Lisa raised her hand lazily, killing all of them, her catalyst floating besides her. 

You narrowed your eyes at her catalyst, it was the Widsith, the best four star weapon for her. 

Aether ran towards the chest offering you the mora inside. "Keep it for yourself, there's another one over there."

You shook your head, opening the chest hidden behind the chest. You seemed to have better luck than Aether, he had only gotten some mora, a few pieces of fowl that was surprisingly still edible, a wanderer's advice and a single sigil.

You on the other side, had gotten twice the amount of mora and an extra piece of sigil.

"There's some hilichurls in the next room, why don't you two show me some of your power?" Lisa smiled sweetly.

You gulped as she pushed you and Aether towards the water. Aether nodded to you slightly, his dull blade appearing in his hands. 

You took a deep breath as the four hilichurls rushed towards the four of you. 

A ball of anemo appeared in your hands, the catalyst gifted from Skirk appearing near you. 

"They, they aren't attacking you?" Paimon's mouth opened widely, the hilichurls going around you to attack Aether.

Lisa's smile deepened, "How interesting." She murmured, it's been a long time since something has interested her since her time in the Akademiya. You and Aether unlocked that hidden curiosity deep inside her warped mind.

"Take the chest, I did nothing." You frowned at the bodies of the hilichurls. Different from the slimes, the hilichurls didn't turn into elemental particles right away, they stayed for a few minutes before turning into a black smoke. 

Being low level mobs, they had no drops at all, and your focus was quickly moved to the second wind current.

"Oh, another wind current, let's ride it up from here." Lisa's wind glider unfolded from her back, appearing and disappearing just like her catalyst.

"Aether, there's a chest behind those barrels." You felt a bit guilty for taking so many chests without telling  Aether who was supposed to take everything inside the domain.

You jumped down, landing on the platform below. Just like before, the mobs made no move to hurt you. And for a second, you almost felt a bit conflicted.

The hilichurls stared at you for a moment, and as if understanding why you're here, they suddenly disappeared, dragging the large hydro slime with them.

"You killed them already?" Aether jumped down, spotting you right away.

"I suppose so?" You opened the chest quickly. 

"Hey Lisa, what's that purple gem?" Aether asked.

The four of you were standing on the moving platforms by now. "You're kidding...You're seriously asking? This is a vision. It's used by the chosen to draw on elemental powers. In terms of mysticism. I suppose you would call it a 'magical lightning rod'." 

She turned towards Aether, "What...You've never seen a vision? Just where exactly are you from...? Are you a hilichurl with some level of reasonable intelligence?" she asked jokingly.

Upon entering the last room, a strong force of anemo whipped across the space. 

"Break it and we can head home and relax." 

You stood next to Lisa in silence as Aether collected everything inside the precious chest.

"Dragon of the East, Lion of the South, Wolf of the North, Falcon of the West...They are the Four Winds of Mondstadt, affiliated with Barbatos, the God of Anemo. The Dragon of the East, Stormterror -it's real name, is Dvalin."

She placed a hand over her heart, "Though most in Mondstadt seem to have forgotten that in all this 'Stormterror' business. So now you know why Dvalin is only able to channel three of the Four Winds' power, because it has been consuming itself from the beginning,"

"Why." Aether frowned, "Why would he go in such lengths?"

Lisa sighed softly, "Because of hatred I presume."

"Hatred...?" Paimon tapped her chin.

"Hatred for Mondstadt. Hatred drove it to become something more powerful than the wind itself - to become Stormterror."

"But why would one of The Four Winds...Hate the city it was supposed to protect?"

She shrugged, "As a child of Mondstadt, it's something that's really hard to say aloud. Here, take this. It's a very old story from more than a century ago."

And without another word, she stepped into the blue circle and was transported out of the domain.

"Lisa?" You called out. 

"She probably left already. Come on, we need to meet with Amber." Aether tugged you towards the Teyvat map.

"Hold my hand and I'll teleport us back to Mondstadt."

Teyvat Chapter 6 - Katheryne

You, Aether, Paimon, and Bob had finally completed all three of the domains. 

The conclusion was that all three of them including Lisa and Amber who's been called as some of the weakest and trashiest characters in game could kill you in a heartbeat. 

Amber had really good archery skills, her baron bunny being a literal grenade, not to mention she can throw it very far unlike the game. Kaeya had really powerful elemental skill and burst and his reflexes were very good. In fact, you and Aether seemed to have done nothing, your only job being opening the chests and learning about Dvalin.

You've stopped Aether and Paimon when Kaeya waved you goodbye, and the four of you hid behind a pillar as a hydro abyss mage floated out and was instantly thrown to the ground by Diluc.

"Who's that?!" Paimon whisper-yelled. 

"Diluc, the owner of the Dawn Winery. Shush." You pushed Paimon away from your ear.

"Is he looking at us?" Aether moved his head back , "We should leave."

You nodded.

(Mondstadt City)

When your little group arrived back into the city walls, the sky was no longer cloudy, Mondstadt's clear blue skies with it's shining sun no longer hidden beneath the thick veils of clouds and fog.

"Hey, Aether, Y/N. There's a lady over there waving to you."

Katheryne grinned, she seemed like a normal human, but you knew that she was just a robot. Teyvat's robotic technology was far more better than Earth's but you would say that Earth's technology included more factors and had a lot more things that Teyvat doesn't have.

"Welcome to the adventurers' Guild. Actually, I had my eye on you for a long time." Katheryne clasped her hands together, her eyes sparkling at the two of you.

"You've had your eye on Aether and Y/N? What, they've been causing some mischief?" Paimon, no

"Oh, that is not what I meant at all. Being on the lookout for great adventurers is part of my job."

The amount of dialogue. You crossed your arms in boredom.

"Y/N, are you listening, claim the Adventure Rank rewards!" Paimon poked you. 

Katheryne handed you a thick parcel. "Right now, you're on AR7, these are your rewards."

"How do we check our Adventure Ranks?" Aether asked. 

"We give a handbook to all of our adventurers, it isn't a normal handbook, it shows your AR, domains, enemies and many other things. It changes as you explore more and more places. I cannot tell you why it's able to do that however."

Katheryne handed you and Aether some papers, "Without further adio, please allow me to officially welcome you, our new avid adventurer, into the Guild!"

You scanned the paper quickly. Vision? none. Gender? Female. Birthplace? Why would I tell you. Address? Homeless.

"Here." You handed your papers back to Katheryne.

"..." Katheryne's eye twitched,  "Um...well, on here it says that both of you have no place to live, I can point you to some hotels and inns, or if you wish to rent or buy a house, I can contact some people."

"..."

Aether exchanged a look with you, "Um... how much mora do you have?" 

"I've got like 8000." over two million, but he doesn't need to know that.

"I've got, well 2300..." Aether frowned.

"Paimon has nothing."

They looked at Bob. 

"?"

The cryo slime hesitated, spitting out a few pieces of mora.

"Katheryne, do you know the pricing of the rentable places?" You asked awkwardly, Aether was poor, Paimon was a leech, Bob is Bob and you couldn't exactly say that you were rich since you were with Aether most of the time.

"...Well, dear adventurers, the cheapest place is...10,000 a month. I can...show you it?" Katheryne smiled innocently.

"We're left with 327 mora if we rent it." Aether whispered to you.

"It's fine, we can accept some quests and commissions." You whispered back.

"Sure, are you able to show it to us now?" You straightened up, handing her 10,000 mora.

Katheryne led you to a decent house, it had two rooms, two toilets, a kitchen, a living room, a storage room and a small balcony.

"We'll take it." You and Aether said in unison.

"I'll leave it to you...four? To decorate your house, return back to me by the end of the month if you wish to continue renting this house. One more thing, if you find yourself stuck in a certain AR, you need to perform some impressive feats to gain further recognition from the guild. As your adventure rank increases, the enemies you face will also become more powerful, the weaker enemies will find weaker opponents than you. This will do for today. We have plenty of chances to meet again in the future." She waved and went back towards the guild.

"Welp, that's one thing off our list." You examined the rooms, it had everything you needed, there were even toiletries in one of the cupboards. 

"Y/N, I think we should explore the city." You raised your brows.

"With what money? That money can only buy one single Teyvat fried egg."

"..."

You sighed, "How about we get some mora first and then explore the city? We can rest later."

-.-.-.-

"How much mora do we have now?" you wiped your forehead, killing the last hilichurl with a wind bullet.

"3192..."

You groaned, "We can't even buy lunch with that. Should we just try to do some Ley lines?" 

"I..."

"We get like 12k mora."

"We're doing it."

-.-.-.-

The sun was at it's highest when you returned back into the city. After splitting the money and receiving an extra 3000 back for the 8000 in rent, you now had 21k mora.

Aether had left to Good Hunter's to fill Paimon's never ending stomach.

"Y/N!" Katheryne called out, "Remember to check your handbook, I can also contact you through it to alert you about quests, commissions and other things that you might be interested in."

You nodded slightly, opening the handbook. Right away, you spotted the quest about the wind glider test.

"...What? I don't even have a wind glider, why did I get this quest too?"

Nevertheless, you decided to grab Aether from Good Hunter's to go with you to the Cathedral.

"Hey Aether! Hi Y/N! I've been looking for you everywhere! How's that wind glider I gave you last time?" Amber waved you over.

"Pretty good."

You close your eyes, ignoring the dialogues.

"A gliding license? Hmm... What's that?" Here comes Paimon with her stupid questions...

"Isn't it obvious? You gotta have a gliding license to legally glide in Mondstadt!"

Here it comes... "Today, I'm here as an examiner, to oversee Vik's official gliding exam!"

Blah Blah Blah. "Y/N, I need to do the gliding exam now, you coming?" Aether offered.

"Naur, I have things to do. Ciao." You rubbed your temples, you were going to have a shopping spree. 

"Bye!" Paimon yelled.

-.-.-.-

"Hello- Oh my, your clothes!" The woman gasped at your dirty hoodie. 

You smiled awkwardly, "Um, can you recommend me some clothes?"

"Yes, of course, is there a particular price you're looking for or a particular style? Oh, my name is Belacha, welcome to my store."

Belacha was a lady in her 20s, she had wavy red hair, and her store was in the middle of the city. Mondstadt City was probably twenty times bigger than the in game version. There were a lot more stores, houses, plazas and streets.

"Do you have, like anything lower than 15k?" You had a lot of money in your inventory but did you want to use them? No,

"My shop has items from 8k to 50k, I suppose you can call my store a luxury store, but yes, I do have some suitable clothing items for you."

She handed you a knee length black dress with white puffy sleeves and white leather straps lying on the waist. 

You tried it on and not going to lie, it was really comfortable, it was a tight fitting dress but you barely felt anything on you, and most of all, there were hidden pockets.

Belacha smiled at your slight shock. "This dress is also waterproof and heat resistant. I asked a cryo vision holder to help me infuse some power inside the fabric so that it would keep the wearer comfortable. The only downside of this dress is that you have to wear shorts and the pockets are only able to fit small items. Which is why there's a leather strap for you to tie things on it."

You turned your head towards her, "How much?"

The red head grinned, "The original price was 18k but I'll sell it for you for 15k considering that I've never seen you before and that the dress really suits you. In fact. I'll throw in some black shorts with hidden pockets if you promise me to show off this dress to people."

You smiled, "Sure, why not?" You handed her the 15k mora, carrying your old clothes in a small paper bag.

You took out a pocket watch Amber had given you as an apology for not getting you a wind glider.

"7:31..." Aether wasn't back yet, a perfect time to communicate with your friends back on Earth.

-.-.-.-

Totallynotlazy

HI

Y3!3&13

How's Teyvat?

Totallynotlazy

I'm weak asf but I've got anemo

Y3!3&13

Like the traveler or vision?

Totallynotlazy

Traveler

notmoniqa

Dayum

Anyways girlie, I saw smth online, there's a bug in Katheryne apparently

Totallynotlazy

?

notmoniqa

Ask, "Are the skies of Teyvat real?"

If she says, "Why u askin?" u say, "Because I sense forbidden knowledge from u,"

If she keeps on asking "Why u askin?" keep on repeating until she says, "Welcome." 

Totallynotlazy

...

notmoniqa

try it, apparently she gives u smth

Totallynotlazy

Don't make me regret it gurl ;/

-.-.-.-

You cleared your throat.

"Hey Katheryne."

The robot turned to you, smiling, "Ad astra abyssosque. How may I help you?"

"Are the skies of Teyvat real?" You asked, staring into her cold eyes.

"Why are you asking?" Something seemed to change in her eyes, a glint of red.

You took a deep breath, "Because I sense forbidden knowledge from you."

One of Katheryne's eyes turned red, she stood there, smiling at you.

"Sorry what were you asking?"

"Are the skies of Teyvat real?"

"Why are you asking?"

The process repeated three times until her eyes completely turned red.

"Are the skies of Teyvat-"

"Welcome." Katheryne glitched, her red eyes focusing on you, her smile turning wider. 

She grabbed your hand, pulling you towards her until your body slammed on the desk.

"Welcome." She took out a quill. She quickly pulled out a needle, stabbing your palm.

"Katheryne!" You tried to pull your hand back, your stomach throbbing. 

Her smile never changed, she dripped your blood on a piece of paper. She placed the quill on the paper, still staring at you as the feather sucked up all the blood. 

As if moved by an invisible force, the quill started moving rapidly on the paper.

You were finally able to pull your hand out of her iron grip as the quill fell back onto the desk. 

Katheryne was suddenly slammed backwards, a large thud, as she fell unconscious.

"What the actual fuck." You snatched the paper up from the desk, and you turned around, about to run.

"Huh? Why am I on the floor?" You swiveled around.

"Oh, hi Y/N, I seemed to have, fallen down?" You observed her face. Her pupils were back to normal, her smile wasn't like a Cheshire cat's anymore, she was back to the same old Katheryne.

"Mhm, bye bye Katheryne!" You ran away, the piece of paper crumpled in your pockets.

Teyvat Chapter 7 - Hello world

(short chapter alertttt)

Your second night in Teyvat has begun, the dreamy stars shined down on you, the moonlight bathing you in a dim glow.

Aether was still out, probably pulled into the capture of Raptor. You've broken contact with everyone on Earth now, all apps worked except for your messaging apps, the large crumpled paper Katheryne has given you laid quietly in front of your eyes.

You could barely interpret the information, the words being a jumbled between Chinese, French, Indian, Russian, Japanese, English and Spanish. It probably had something to do with the Seven nations, Liyue, Fontaine, Sumeru, Snezhnaya, Inazuma, Mondstadt and Natlan. Surprisingly instead of German, there was English but that was good news for you so you quickly forgot about that.

"Hello world,

If you've found this note, (unrecognizable words), (unrecognizable words) for information that would increase your chances of surviving this cursed game.

By the time this note was discovered I'm sure that I'm either dead or (unrecognizable words) You see, every time someone descends, the world changes a bit, people who fail to survive in the first (unrecognizable words) are forgotten and wiped out from everyone's memories, even the outlander's. (unrecognizable words)

So please, please remember these rules I've gathered from (unrecognizable words)

1. Do not trust (unrecognizable words)

2. (unrecognizable words) kill you

3. You can trust Katheryne when you're with the traveler or when it's 6:00am - 9:00pm

4. Rhinedottir and Alice (unrecognizable words) but be careful

5. The Tsaritsa is searching for you, she has visions due to (unrecognizable words)

6. Do not let the gnoses (unrecognizable words)

7. The heavenly principles has (unrecognizable words), (unrecognizable word) can't be trusted

8. DO NOT LET THEM KNOW ABOUT (unrecognizable words)

I will wish you the best of luck. If you ever see me, (unrecognizable words)

Signing off,

Larecia Von (unrecognizable word)"

"...I-" Your brows furrowed, for a moment you regretted not paying attention in language classes and sleeping in them.

You had a million questions. Is this person lying? How did Yeleris and Yvonne know this glitch when you've never even heard of it? Who's trying to kill you? Why did all descenders before you die? How is the Irmminsul involved?

A bad feeling sprouted inside you, Katheryne was basically the guide of all players in one point, so if she can't be fully trusted, could she tamper with quests and commisions?

The candle flickered twice before completely going out. You looked at the time, changing your clothes quickly.

"Katheryne!"You panted, approaching the emotionless robot.

"Ad astra abyssosque. Is there anything you need?" She smiled, she looked normal but after reading the note you just had this feeling of hundreds of spiders crawling on her back.

"Katheryne, do you know someone called Larecia?" You checked on the time again, 8:58, two minutes before Katheryne can't be trusted.

Her eyes flickered, her head tilted to the side. "Larecia?" She smiled politely, "Is it someone that you're finding? I can commission it for you."

You frowned, checking the time again, one more minute. "Who gave you the slip of paper?" Your heart started to beat as she continued smiling at you, tilting her head to the side.

A cold breeze slithered across your arm, making you shudder. Unknowingly, a thick fog has gathered, it smelt metallic, just like — blood.

Katheryne's eyes flickered one last time, a red hue enveloping her pupils. "I- "

"Y/N!" Aether hurried up towards you. "Aren't you going to rest?"

You glanced back to Katheryne, her eyes once again normal. "Ad astra abyssosque. Hello Aether and Y/N, anything you need?"

Your lips tightened, staring at the seemingly normal robot. "No, we were just dropping by to say hi." You said, smiling fakely.

She blinked, "I wish you farewell then."

You hurriedly pushed Aether back to the house, that ominous feeling from Katheryne disturbing your thoughts.

"Hey-hey, Y/N, are you ok?" The boy almost fell from a small rock on the road.

You slammed the door behind you, still feeling her red eyes looking at you through the mist. "Go to sleep. I'm fine." You ignored Paimon's confusion and her slightly parted lips.

The door separated the three of you, Bob staring at you blankly as you closed all the windows and shut the blinds. The two of you stared at each other in the darkness, the candle flickering besides the cryo slime. Your cradled your head, you felt confused, trapped and slightly- scared.

Your eyes flickered the your phone that lied on the small wooden table, since the glitch, all forms of your contact to your friends on Earth were cut off, all apps worked fine but you couldn't communicate with anyone, the time no longer ticked, it was as if someone pressed a stopwatch on your phone.

It made sense, how could someone communicate with another person in a place where time doesn't change? The only thing that was confusing was that time was flowing in Teyvat, for a few seconds, you wondered how will you go back to Earth.

However, with that note from the previous descender that is probably forcefully removed from the memory of the world, no one has managed to leave this place yet. Your eyes unfocused, holding the note near the candle light.

From Larecia's experience, it seems like the plot or Teyvat changes as every single descender fails to leave, the thing that's worrying you the most right now is just how many people have been here since your arrival? If it was just Larecia and a few others, you could still probably look for clues, but if there's hundreds or even thousands, perhaps you would become just another number in the deceased.

There was only one thing that you knew that you had to do, travel around the seven nations, no eight nations with Aether and try to maintain the plot just like the game. Perhaps it would take years, but your previous phone call gave you a very tight limit. You had to return before your body on Earth dissipates.

You blinked, if you couldn't find a way out, you'll sleep your way out, anything could happen in dreams after all.

-.-.-.-.-

Two bright eyes gazed silently in the quiet city of Mondstadt, sixty thousand residents, yet it's so quiet that even a needle could probably be heard from the distance. The pale red fog traversed through the city, something that had never happened before. The red hue was barely noticable, if she wasn't so far, she would've thought that it was normal fog, people close to it would've just thought that the fog at night was a lot thicker and a bit sudden.

The girl gazed towards the place where Celestia is, her eyes lowering down to write something on the little black notebook grasped in her pale delicate hands. Sighing softly, she stared blankly in the distance, "What's happening?" 

If someone was besides her, they would've noticed that her notebook was full of anomalies in Teyvat, and on her page, marked out with a big circle was Mondstadt city, and the date 2520 March 21st to March 25th. 

Teyvat Chapter 8 - The Baguette guy

Author's note : SORRY FOR THE SLOW ASF UPDATES BUT I'LL TRY TO DO AT LEAST 2 CHAPTERS EACH MONTH ( no promises thooo)

"Isn't that Jean?" Paimon pointed to the two talking in the distance. Jean's attire and the fatui diplomat's dark schemed coat making them pop out from the other citizens.

"Seem's she talking to someone... Let's let her finish, then go say hi?" Paimon observed your indifferent expression, she didn't really know what made you so jumpy yesterday, but as the guide of the little group, she doesn't want any conflicts happening, Paimon's just a little guide that eats a lot of food, not a therapist.

You didn't acknowledge the fairy, you were straining your ears to listen to the two's conversation, the fatui's expression was hidden by her mask but Jean's fury from her words were evitable.

"Oh Aether, you're back," Her eyes softened, the three of you making her tensed body relax. Bob was in your inventory, your phone inside one of the hidden pockets of your outfit.

"Thanks for your help, the elemental flow is finally stable. I see that you've found yourself a suitable attire." She gave you a tiny smile, "The aftermath of Stormterror's last attack is finally settled for the moment."

She crossed her arm, looking at the direction where the diplomat left, "However, the pressure from the delegation has become too big to be ignored..."

"Delegation? From Liyue Harbor or Inazuma City?" You rolled your eyes silently, Paimon probably only asked the question so that Aether would know their identities. Who would believe that a guide doesn't know what fatui agents look like?

"Snezhnaya. They choose to follow the God of Cryo. Their envoys go by a particular name. The Fatui. Heard of them?"

"Oh, them. They are super famous." No shit, I was thrown into prison because those stupid knights thought that I was a fatui spy.

"Wait, infamous is more the word..."

"I don't think killing Stormterror is the right course of action. The Cryo God's Fatui have always coveted the Anemo God's power."

You nodded slightly, "Yeah, they do."

Jean turned to you, "You talked with them Y/N?"

You were slapping yourself internally, but you gave her a sweet smile, "The fatuus told me in the prison you threw me in."

"Prison?!" Paimon hurriedly flew away from you.

Jean coughed, "Sorry for that, our knights have mistaken you for a fatui spy. I had Kaeya punish them. We will send some mora to your house as compensation."

Your smile turned genuine, "Why, thank you."

She smiled unnaturally, "Anyways, I don't believe they have Mondstadt's best interests at heart."

Aether frowned, "Speaking of power..."

"What is it?"

"There's something I need to show the Knights of Favonius."

The woman nodded, glancing at the orange sky, "Oh? Let us head back to headquaters then. We shouldn't discuss important matters...out in the open."

The three of you started walking to the HQ, not including Paimon who's floating of course.

You ignored the rest of the blabbering about Mondstadt and Snezhnaya's relationship, you were too busy trying to find the hidden chests in the city, your memory wasn't the best but you could still briefly remember the areas where they're hidden. You quickly decided that you would go around the city at night, you couldn't exactly just open a chest on someone's roof in broad daylight.

The feeling of someone staring at you became more evident as you continued walking with Jean. A brief flash of color appeared in the corner of your sight.

"Sorry Aether, I think I left something." You waved a goodbye before Aether's mind would start turning and dashed towards the direction the color appeared at.

The moment you entered an alleyway, you were slammed onto the brick walls, grunting, you saw a glint of silver heading straight towards your neck.

"HOLY, CALM DOWN GIRL." The hooded figure yanked the dagger backwards.

The cicin mage sighed, "Of course, it's you. Where's your lil buddy? Coming out alone is dangerous you know. You need to watch out, otherwise, someone like me can just..." she pointed her blade to her neck, "Slice your little neck in half and feed you to my cicins, they can eat human meat you know."

"Slightly disturbing, but ok." you shrugged your shoulders. "Why are you even here? I thought you went out the city walls."

Sofiya side eyed you, "Lady Signora was quite happy with my lil 'escape', she rewarded me with a bunch of mora and potions, the only thing she wasn't that satisfied with is that the Spark Knight and you were the people who helped us escape."

"So..."

"So now I'm here because she gave me a few weeks off because my body's quite damaged from the Knights of Favonius. They're pretty much all shit compare to us but some people are worth putting up a fight against us like the Cavalry captain and that outrider. The Knights are all pretty much trash with no brains, the only thing that actually restricted us from escaping the dungeons before you was the removal of our delusions and weapons. Sometimes, I feel like the Knights of Favonius would just crumble without the Grandmaster and that librarian's brain. Especially that librarian, she makes a little misconception of her being a weak little vision holder that's surviving off the Grandmaster, but she's actually a genius. Quite unfortunate for her to waste her potential just to become a librarian."

Sofiya leaned down slightly, "As someone that owes you quite a lot, I will give you a little tip. " she straightened her clothes, "Try not to go out, especially by places with lots of flowers and avoid the creatures from the Abyss. I'll mail you when the city's safe again." Her striking purple eyes stared down at you, "Proshchay, devochka." She winked, teleporting away.

You groaned, the fatui were doing their shenanigans again,  and you were pretty damn sure this was not in the plot.

Ruffling your hair, you hurried towards the headquarters, Aether and Paimon should be done by the time you get there.

-.-.-.-

"There's something you didn't tell them," Paimon frowned slightly, "The dragon and the crystal weren't the only things we saw."

"I'd like to investigate it on my own first. Anyways, we don't even know whether we could fully trust the Knights of Favonius. We've just been helping each other for our own profit, they're more like commissioners to us than people who we can actually trust." Aether glanced back at the large doors of the headquarters.

"Paimon-, I, but you still remember that green guy right. He looked just like that guy down there, and- Wait, isn't that... Y/N?!"

You immediately noticed the Anemo Archon, shifting your sight, you were also able to see Aether and Paimon's dumbfounded expression.

"Y/N, that's the green guy right?"

You nodded, Paimon grinning happily, "See? See? Wait...hold on a minute...that...that's the same guy!"

You and Aether stared at the fairy with a complicated expression, you were feeling kind of worried for Paimon for having dementia whilst Aether just felt that Paimon was being kind of annoying for stating the obvious.

Upon reaching the second flight of stairs Paimon gasped dramatically, "That green guy disappeared!" You faceplamed a million times in your head. Yeah Paimon, thanks a lot, I totally lack the function to see.

"Use elemental sight to track him down."

After screaming elemental sight in your head multiple times, the entire world turned transparent, a trail of turquoise footprints could be seen leading towards one direction. You briefly recalled Venti's location and turned of elemental sight, it was quite useful but seeing the entire world half transparent slightly disturbed you, your body feeling strangely light.

You grabbed Aether by his hand, "Come with me." He gazed at you confusedly, "But the footprints-" You shushed him, running towards the Cathedral.

Venti's brows furrowed slightly, the wind telling him your location, and it was rapidly coming towards him. He was certain that any normal person would follow the footsteps first but the three of you, more specifically the girl called Y/N decided to lead everyone to his exact location.

You closed your eyes as Venti began his story telling, you were confused, you've saved up a lot of time by going to the cathedral directly to talk with Venti before he gets a crowd, but it seems like the plot is still in place, the time not changing anything. Perhaps Larecia was one of the only descenders before you, maybe the plot only changed a little bit. Maybe...

Venti caught your eye when you lifted your head up, the feeling of being watched had always been unpleasant to you, but Venti was Barbatos, he  was an Archon, and most of all, he plays a key role in the Mondstadt plot. His eyes only made contact with yours for a few second, you did not know whether  he was staring at you or at the entire crowd. But...something felt off to you, like an instinct telling you to -

A hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Well, don't you look familiar." The bard grinned, a faint scent of dandelion wine matched his character, one of the only differences you could find in Teyvat that's associated with the plot is the dialogue, although most lines remain the same, some lines weren't spoken and some were changed, but still, the overall meaning was still conveyed.

"You're the ones that scared Dvalin away right?" Venti's braids swayed alongside the wind, his smile still evident. He was clearly more calm in reality than in game, no fake surprise, no confusion. It almost seemed like he knew that you and Aether would come here and meet him.

Of course, it's just the plot, the power of the plot managed to save Aether's ass every time he went up against the fatui harbingers and the Archons, so clearly the plot could make characters do things on autopilot.

"Dvalin? Who's that."

"That's Stormterror's real name." Aether frowned, pulling you back slightly. He couldn't find anything suspicious  so far with the bard but a bard talking with a dragon was obviously not normal. Like, what kind of a person do you have to be to just stroll up to a dragon and go "Howdy?"

"Huh? Oh...right. Most people seem to call him 'Stormterror'. Why do you call him that...are you meant to be close or something?" Paimon asked her stupid questions again.

You and Aether rolled your eyes in sync. Why would a stranger go talk to a dragon? They would obviously have some form of relationship with each other? Sometimes there's just this urge to open Paimon's head and see how her brain works

"Oh...So close..." Yeah Paimon you dimwit, there's a big-ass statue of him right behind him and Dvalin's one of the four winds.

"Hey Aether, Y/N, Paimon thinks this guy has a screw loose..." Sweetie I think you have a screw loose.

Aether hurriedly slapped his hand over Paimon's mouth, he chuckled awkwardly, "Ah...hi."

Venti turned towards him, his smile larger than before, "Good day, outlander. Seems we meet again." His mood seemed to be quite good, soft breezes cooling down your bodies. "I'm Venti the bard, " You mean Barbatos the Archon of Anemo. "Three time winner of the "Most popular Bard of Mondstadt, to be precise." Flex alert. "So. What do you need from me."

"Given you recognize us, Paimon doesn't believe we need to explain any further. Of course it's about Stormterror."

Blah blah blah blab. You sighed softly, how nice would it be to have a skip button on useless dialogue?

*Title inspo: "HAHAHA TRAVELLEUR WOULDNT GLIDING BE FASTERRRR?!" The title is because he's French in the meme🫠

Chapter 8.5 - (slight spoiler!!!) Background info

Author's note: There's some spoilers in here and it may be a bit confusing :D (short chapter, skip if u want)

(Part 1) - There are many different dimensions and alternate universes and they are all sorted into categories of danger

- Most worlds have a plot line for every character, and there are main plot lines for certain characters (basically the main characters)

- When plot lines start changing drastically, people are randomly taken from their world and thrown into the problematic worlds to try and bring the plot line back in place or at least make the plot line similar to how it's supposed to go

- The people who are thrown into the world are mainly people who'd just die but there are some unfortunate ones who were still alive. They are called by many names such as "player", "the chosen from (whatever world they were)" and many others. Most worlds would have at least one player that's sent to some random place.

- Worlds that are changing from their original plot line are called "contaminated", there are different types of "contamination", they can be caused by knowledge that doesn't belong here, a main character's death, merge of different worlds and many others. The most common one is when worlds merge with one another allowing unknown species from other worlds in and potentially destroying the entire world. The most dangerous worlds to players are mainly worlds that have many different types of contamination or worlds that are on the brink of collapse.

- Players are given a choice to enter different worlds to solve their problems for points that could be used to exchange things like money, increase of lifespan, medicine, weapons and items that could help with their future worlds. However, there is a high death toll on most worlds and players have to go to worlds within a certain time length or they will die automatically. (Death in a world = Death in real life)

- To maintain worlds from collapsing, some high risk worlds allow multiple players to increase success rate. - Due to different categories of world, their risk are also increased if the world would collapse the moment one player fails or any others ( for example some worlds wouldn't collapse but their main characters might change people or their personalities would change and many other anomalies)

- The Teyvat Y/N is in (there are many different Teyvats ) falls into one of the special category as the plot changes every time a player fails (not spoiling how much it's changed), and it has a 100% death toll as only one player is allowed every time (worlds can have anomalies even after a player has went there and some worlds are designed for newbie players to reset every time so that they would have experience when they challenge high risk worlds)

- From some hints on the previous chapter, Y/N's roommates are obviously players, the original world of Y/N falls into the high risk category, the players forced to reside into bodies that aren't theirs (the original souls are still in main control for now) increasing the death risk. I've spoiled enough so I'm not going to spoil other things on Y/N's original world or Teyvat.

(Part 2) Additional info on the OCs

(Yeleris) Real name: Yeleris Player rank: SSS Success rate: 97% Worlds attempted: 39 SSS ranked - 2 (in progress) SS ranked - 1 S ranked - 14 A+ ranked - 3 A ranked - 18 Beginner - 1 System: N/A PlayerWeb: Yes

(Moniqa) Real name: Yvonne Player rank: SSS Success rate: 95% Worlds attempted: 40 SSS ranked - 1 (in progress) S ranked - 10 A+ ranked - 27 D ranked - 1 Beginner - 1 System: N/A PlayerWeb: Yes

(Lorelei) Real name : Lorelei Player rank: SS Success rate: 100% Worlds attempted: 20 SSS ranked - 1 (in progress) SS ranked - 1 S ranked - 3 A ranked - 12 B ranked - 2 Beginner - 1 System: Yes PlayerWeb: Yes

(Lorelie) Real name: Lorelie Player rank: SS Success rate: 100% Worlds attempted: 22 SSS ranked - 2 (in progress) SS ranked - 2 S ranked - 3 A ranked - 12 B ranked - 2 Beginner - 1 System: Yes PlayerWeb: Yes

(?) Real name: ? Player rank: SSS Success rate 93% Worlds attempted: 58 SSS ranked - 1 (in progress) SS ranked - 30 S ranked - 20 A+ ranked - 3 Beginner - 2 Unknown - 2 System: N/A PlayerWeb: N/A

(?) Real name: Luka Player rank: S+ Success rate: 87% Worlds attempted: 30 SSS ranked - 1 ( in progress) SS ranked - 3 S+ ranked - 5 S ranked - 6 A+ ranked - 5 A ranked - 3 B ranked - 5 Beginner - 1 Unknown - 1 System: N/A PlayerWeb: Yes

(?) Real name: Larecia Player rank: SSS+ Success rate: 100% Worlds attempted: 187 SSS+ ranked - 5 ( in progress) SSS ranked - 28 SS+ ranked - 75 SS ranked - 20 S+ ranked - 39 S ranked - 15 A+ ranked - 3 B ranked - 1 Beginner - 1 ( in progress)

(Part 3) glossary~ PlayerWeb: An internet for players to share experience and trade (basically the internet but just for players)

System: the systems you see in novels and mangas, each system is different, they can range from weapon systems to levelling systems.

Players: People that are randomly chosen to be sent to worlds to solve anomalies and are ranked by their experience, success rate and the amount of worlds attempted.

Points: Points are currency that could be used to exchange benefits and buy things from other players (or systems). They can be earned by exchanging items, doing quests, system quests, or attempting worlds (the higher the rank, the more points you get).

Contamination: A way of saying used by players to talk about the level of risk and change on worlds.

Teyvat Chapter 9 - The First Anamoly

*short chapter alert*

You and Bob casually sat with Klee by Cider lake, you sighed. "Klee, did you seriously...kill all the fish. AGAIN?" Bob spewed a cold gust of wind on the two of you, bouncing towards the dead fish piled next to Klee. He turned his eyes from the pile that was triple his height and size and then to Klee.

Klee waved her hands frantically, "No no no, big sister, Klee didn't do all this. Klee did go fish bombing, but not this much! Klee always leaves some fish to bomb later!"

If this was a cartoon, there would've been a bunch of black lines on your head.

The two of you crouched in front of the large heap. Klee kicked some fish to the side, she turned to you, her large eyes staring up at you innocently, "Klee counted the fish, Klee only killed twelve," she pointed at the larger pile, "Klee never kills over fifty." 

She sniffed, wiping away her non-existent tears, "Someone's framing Klee," her eyes swelled with tears, "Big sister. Klee- Klee..." she sobbed, "Why would they frame Klee?!"

You waved your hands, "Wait- Klee, Klee, I believe you. I'll tell Jean, she won't make you go to-"

Bob's large eyes blinked, being a slime, he didn't have a brain, but he was pretty sure that Klee was sniggering as you cuddled her. Klee stuck her tongue out to Bob, her tears gone and a gigantic smile on her face.

-.-.- (Knight's of Favonius HQ)

Jean sighed, "Klee... I-"

"Grandmaster Jean, Klee definitely did not bomb Cider lake." You, Klee and Bob were standing in front of the four. Aether was out doing commissions, and Albedo just happened to be in.

"Grandmaster, I promise you that Klee would never do this. She would never bomb this many fish, she has a habit of only killing less than fifty fish and if you look at the dead fish, you would find some differences in their ways of death from their bodies."

Albedo lifted a black back bass from the cart, "Only some fish has traces of elemental energy and gun powder." He lifted another fish, "But the majority of the fish... doesn't have any traces of elemental energy or gun powder."

You barely managed to move your eyes away from Albedo's stunning face, looking back into Jean's eyes, "Grandmaster, I suggest to send some knights to check all water bodies around Mondstadt. I suspect that it has something to d with the water. So Klee is definitely not the culprit."

"Oh?" Jean leaned back to the window. Her cold eyes glinting, "If my information is correct, after you met up with Klee shortly, you've came to me immediately and you had never been around any water bodies before that." She ruffled Klee's hair, "Did you receive any information from others perhaps?"

Your mouth gaped open slightly, was Jean monitoring you? It makes sense since she's the grandmaster and you had been quite 'suspicious' in her eyes since your first arrival inside the city walls, but to stalk you...

"...I can't say who but a friend of mines did tell me to stay away from the water." Did Sophia count as a friend?

Lisa giggled softly, "I thought that you only had interactions with us, Aether and the clothing lady. Of course, there's also Paimon and Bob... but you could always make friends in the Mondstadt dungeons right?" She shrugged, "So I would assume that your friend is one of the fatuus that escaped."

Your eyes widened for a brief moment.

"Oh well, I suppose that I really have to send some knights to check it out." Kaeya tutted. "Do you want samples to send to Albedo?"

Jean nodded. "Y/N, I'll trust you with Klee. Kaeya, send some knights to gather samples from all across Mondstadt and check for similarities. Lisa and Albedo will investigate. I'll try to find info from the Fatui."

Klee grinned widely, "Yay! Klee's going to have sooo much fun with pretty big sister! I promise that I won't cause any trouble!"

The sun shone brightly down on your face as you stepped outside holding Klee's small hands. You were originally planning to go to the bar to be familiar with the route so that you could hide from the knights quickly after Aether steals from the Cathedral but you could always do that tomorrow. You weren't exactly going to bring a kid to the bar, especially a kid like Klee who could bomb the entire city into smithereens if she wanted to.

You crouched down to her height. "Klee, is there anything you want to do?"

The girl beamed at you, "Klee would go fish bombing but there's no fishies to bomb. Um... Klee had also dug up Dodoco a while ago with big brother Aether, so Klee will do whatever big sister Y/N wants to do!"

"..." Yeah...you were definitely not bringing a cinnamon roll like Klee to a bar where a bunch of drunkards would be.

"Klee, how 'bout we go see the views of Mondstadt, you can teach me how to make a flower crown."

"REALLY?! Klee will bring you to Starsnatch Cliff then! But... it would be a long walk...But it's ok since you have anemo powers right?!"

Your brows furrowed slightly, "Who told you about that?"

"Big sister Jean of course! She knows a loooottt of things. In fact, Klee's sure that she's watching us right now!" 

"I- Does she do that usually?"

"Yeah! You don't need to worry for your safety when she's watching! Klee remembers the first time Klee went fish bombing and the Dodoco I made blasted Klee into the Cider lake and then Jean saved Klee in a big wooosh! Jean knows eeeverythingg, that's why Mondstadt is very safe as long as you're close to the city, and why there's very few monsters around."

You shuddered slightly, Jean could totally kill you with a few orders and no one would know. Everyone would think that it was just an accident. 

"Klee, hold on tight ok, I'm going to fly us there." Hopefully none of the knights watching has an anemo vision.

-.-.-

"Big sister Y/N, Klee's going to tell you a little secret." 

You laid sprawled on the green grass, enjoying the cool breeze with dandelion seeds dancing in the air.

"Yeah?"

"Klee... Klee might've contributed to the dead fish...in a bad way...and...Klee didn't tell big sister Jean..." Her voice dropped to a murmur.

You rolled to your back, "So? They accused you of something you didn't do."

Klee frowned, "A few days ago, some knights asked Klee for a map of Mondstadt. I asked them why wouldn't they just ask Miss Amber or Mr Kaeya but they said that they were being mean to them so they asked Klee. Klee...Klee had never ever seen them before, so I thought that they were new knights, but now..." Her head drooped down, her hands behind her back.

You sat up abruptly, "Klee, did one of them have faded green hair?" 

The girl stared at you, confusion in her eyes, "Klee thinks so? I'm sorry but Klee doesn't remember clearly."

"Of course... Sofiya." You muttered quietly. "Klee, do you want to help the knights out?"

Teyvat Chapter 10 - Being Broke is shit

"Big sister Y/N, Jean wouldn't put both of us into solitary confinement right?" Klee whispered, pulling you behind a large boulder. 

"Shhhhh." You hushed her, "Look." You pushed Bob down from the boulder, "Bob, don't move unless you want to be electrified by those cicin mages."

Klee leaned over to your ear, "Klee recognizes the fatui agent in the front but the rest are new to Klee."

Just like Klee the man in the middle and the girl next to him was familiar to you, it was Yeray and Keyarye, one of the fatuus that escaped.

"The cicin mage next to him also looks quite familiar to Klee... Where did Klee see her?"

You ruffled her hair, "Klee, all the cicin mages look the same, of course she looks familiar."

"Oh- ok... Look, they're leaving!" You hurriedly stopped her from saying anything else.

"Who's there?" Keyarye swiveled around, her bubbliness gone and her eyes sharp. She raised her lamp, firing a strong beam of electro to the boulder. Her purple eyes widened when she saw a flash of black (h/c). "Shit." She hissed, redirecting the beam to a nearby bush.

"Lieutenant, is there something wrong?" 

She lowered her lamp, "It's just a birdy. The four of you report back to the Captain. I will return shortly. Yeray, go with them, I will not have a bunch of buffoons terrorizing every single person they find." She paused, "Do I need to repeat myself?"

"N-no Lieutenant!" Keyarye rolled her eyes, "A bunch of buffoons..."

She bent down scooping up some water in a bottle. "Y/N, Spark Knight. It's quite obvious that I know you're there, be a dear and come out 'kay?"

Bob happily bounced towards the cicin mage the moment he wiggled through your arms.

"If it isn't the cryo slime." She chuckled dryly.

"Does Klee know you?" 

Keyarye glanced at you, "No. Perhaps you've mistaken me for someone. Us cicin mages are rarely seen without our hoods you know."

She continued to fill bottles with contaminated water, "Being someone who believes in fate and fortune, and being in a particularly good mood today, I'll be extra nice and give you guys a small advice. Don't eat any fish, who knows what will happen." The cicin mage opened her bag, casually throwing the samples inside.

"Don't tell anyone that I told ya'll that 'kay. I mean... who would believe that a cicin mage would tell people from the Knights of Favonius useful information? Y'all would be called traitors or spies." She slung the bag over her shoulder, winking at you. "Do svidaniya milashka."

She bowed dramatically, disappearing in a bright purple flash. 

Klee blinked, "Was that... a nice fatui? Wait! Look, she left a bottle of the water!"

You crouched down, and surely, there laid a bottle of contaminated water, with a small piece of paper under it. You placed the paper in your inventory when Klee wasn't looking, and fell into a state of confusion.

Klee probably didn't notice it since she was focused on the bright purple sparkles but you clearly see that Keyarye had purposefully dropped the bottle whilst mouthing 'thank me later' before disappearing.

What made you confused was why would she purposefully drop the sample? She could clearly see that you and Klee were going to collect the water but she chose to collect it herself. There had to be something wrong. Wait... She was wearing gloves...

"Hey, Klee. Let's go back. Promise me that you won't say anything about this. It would be our little secret." 

-.-.-

When you had returned back into the city walls, the sun had long set.

The mist tonight was a lot thinner, but it still made your spine shiver when Katheryne's red hued eyes met yours when you maneuvered to your little home. You could still feel the shivers when you had finally reached your cozy room.

Aether was in god knows where so it was a perfect time to check on your phone. 

"Sample of Unknown Water... what the fuck is this description? A sample dropped by the fatui. It seems to have great importance...Aren't you lucky to have such a concentrated sample of this?"

If you were an animated character in a cartoon there would've been black lines on your head.

"I- whatever. The quests... huh. New quest? Bruh, the Archon quest isn't even finish- WHAT, IS THAT A FUCKING INSULT?"

You had to resist the urge to chuck your phone across the room. On the quest bar read: 'Find a Job.' 

Now if it was just that you would've been perfectly fine, but the description... 'Bitch, you broke and you have zero mora that you can access unless you wanna be hunted down for unknown sources of money. Get working and don't be a lazy ass'

Rewards: 'One mora, an actual job, one point'

You sighed, you hate to admit it but you were broke, you had spent every single mora on you when you bought flowers with Klee, like why is Flora selling them for hundreds??? Like you knew that Teyvat's currency didn't have a lot of worth compared to some currencies in your world but as someone who had just made their first pot of gold from commissions and ley lines, you barely had any mora left just removing weekly expenses.

Feeling a bit fucked, you checked on your character, everything was pretty much the same, the only difference being that the background changed from grey to a soft turquoise and the you on screen was currently riding a wind current and being a literal fool.

Having a glance on your shitty stats you gazed down at the wanderer's and adventurer's experience in silence.

"Am I- Am I supposed to READ this SHit?"

Ok, thank god that the only thing you needed to do was to absorb them, not that you know how you did it ofc, but your level did go from level 0 to level 5. 

"Hooray. Walla. I can defeat a slime without using my vision. Yay." You grumbled in monotone. Like, you had been running around gathering chests under the gazes of citizen staring at you like you're a two headed horse and you only managed to get yourself to level 5?!

"Yea bitch, not a chance against the vision holders, hell nawh." Yup, you were crying internally.

After levelling up your character and weapons, your talents still locked and the artifacts being more useless than Yeleris's toilet paper made of gold that she bought out of sheer boredom, you found yourself staring at the sky.

"Hoorayyy to me... third night guys, third night..."

-.-.-

"Yoooo Katheryneeee, any jobssss?"

You squeezed past a man, tapping on the front desk.

"Ad astra abyssosque Y/N, unfortunately the last job was taken away from the man right before you." The robot smiled apologetically to you.

"Ahhhh, shit." 

"Out of curiosity, are you...perhaps out of mora?" 

You sighed like an old man named Zhongli, "Yeah. The ley lines are acting unusual, the monsters are a lot more powerful than yesterday for no reason."

It was a mystery on how the lvl one monsters suddenly turned to lvl 20, if it was lvl 5 it would've made sense like the game but 20? It seemed like the quest closed all routes of getting mora so now you're here, your ass kicked by those hilichurls and forced to look for a job.

"I can alert you of jobs if you wish. I will send the info to you by the adventurer's handbook." Katheryne giggled softly at your dead expression.

"Thanks girlll." You groaned, hissing from the injuries.

"You may want to go to Good Hunter's to get some food that could heal you or you can go to the knights for help."

"Will do."

Another fail. You limped back to your place, "Fuck life. I don't even have enough mora for a fucking fried egg."

"You're that broke?" 

"HOLY SHI- AETHER!"

"Sorry."

Aether scratched his head, "Got your ass kicked?"

"Don't mention it."

He flopped to the couch, cuddling Bob, "I've gotten more teleport waypoints unlocked if that's good news."

You looked him up and down, "You're soaking you know?"

He rolled his eyes, "Met up with the bard at Windrise, he asked where you were for some reason," He leaned backwards, "The sheer amount of monsters there, I had to fight abyss mages and some ruin guards." 

"What's your level?"

"The what?"

"Nevermind." You rubbed your eyes, seemed like Teyvatians didn't have character screens. It made some sense considering that they couldn't even see the amount of damage dealt or the health bars. The only thing that sucks for you being that you couldn't see their screens meaning their strengths are all unknown.

"Oh and anyways, Me and Venti are going to get the Holy lyre tomorrow."

"And Paimon!" chimed the fairy.

"Can I tag along?"

"Sure! Venti was going to have me ask you anyways. Got to go now, I have some commissions to do. Good luck on getting mora. Can't help you right now because Paimon had finished my mora due to her and sticky honey roasts."

Paimon gasped, "They're stick honey roasts! They're divine!"

"Aaaaand they left." You got up slowly. "Let's go Bob. We need to be ready for tomorrow, and look for a fucking job too."

Locking the front door, you and Bob started on your way to the Cathedral.

"Laa la laaa, Oh! Hello, are you new believers?" A cheery voice greeted you when the two of you half crawled half climbed the stairs.

"Gaahh! A slime!" Barbara flinched, throwing a blob of water at Bob.

"Blub?" Bob blinked, freezing the blob right before it hit him.

"He's friendly, sorry about that." You squeezed a smile at the deaconess.

"No, no. I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. I'm Barbara! The deaconess!" The girl stuck her hand out.

"I'm Y/N." You shook her hand.

"I've heard of you! You're one of the two that used anemo to force Stormterror away!"

You raised a brow, "How did you know that? Aren't you a deaconess?"

Barbara giggled, "I do things outside the church too you know! I sing and whenever I meet my fans they tell me lotsss of stuff happening around! Especially the ones that goes to the bar. Anyways! Are you going to go inside the Cathedral? I can tour you if you want!"

You backed up a bit, Barbara's bubbly energy being a bit too bright and happy for you.

"I'm sorry Barbara, but I'm pretty new here so I'm just going around the city to get familiar."

"Awww. It's fine. I can always tour you later! Bye bye then Y/N! I've got my duties!" She smiled sweetly at you. "Just saying! You're really pretty!"

You looked down at Bob, "Hey, she complimented me. Well, let's go to the bar." Barbara's little speech reminded of a key place. The bar. Drunk people say everything. And having nothing to do and no hope on a job, you could always listen to some gossip.

"But before that, we need some mora." You took a big breath. Eyeing the chests at the teleport waypoint near the cathedral.

"Time to fly Bob. And look like a mentally unstable person."

Author's note: I legit just wrote Chapter 10 today : D Pls feel free to comment and do other random stuff :D

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Teyvat Chapter 11:

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[atlantis-just-drowned]

A/N: WAAAAGGHHH. It's now 3am and I'm taking +1 damage with each minute that passes. I hope you realise how fucking determined I am to post this when I'm nearly delirious from sleep deprivation. I'm also continuing my streak of one shots with lyrics/songs as a title. I love this little guy so much. He's just neat yk.

CW: Angst, blood and injuries, gunshot wounds, traumatic nightmares, feelings of betrayal, violence and death, some touches of gore, reckless driving. Freddie-centric, reader is gender neutral. This is set the following night after episode 48.

You got to lose to know how to win

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Masterlist

You open your eyes to find yourself back in the forest of Nevermoor. Not only that, but you know it – you’re not in 2025. This is your escapade in 1980 all over again, and Damien is pointing a shotgun at you.

Jay is unnaturally still by your side, just like he always is when you dream of this moment. All traces of his childlike demeanour have disappeared to give place to a dangerous glow in his fixated eyes. He’s not Jay. He’s not a person. Only a cold-blooded killer puppet, ready to pounce.

And just like every time you find yourself here again, you try to argue with Damien, to reason him, to make him drop this damned weapon. Adrenaline and fear are running in your veins, replacing your blood with cryogenic liquid. You’re terrified. Just like every other time.

A part of you – the reasonable one – knows that you won’t save him. You’ve been here before, you’ll probably be here again, and you have and will see the same scenario unfold over and over again every single time.

But there’s something in the way the wind run through the leaves, and the grass sways gently, that keeps feeling too real. It always feels too real. Until the moment you wake up in a jump with the vision of Damien’s blood spilling out as Jay’s machete cut through his guts – or Mike’s knife stab his heart: this part varies slightly; sometimes it’s one, sometimes the other, and sometimes, probably the worst ones, it’s both – you keep believing that this is too real.

“We both know this is pointless and will only get you killed Damien. Put the gun down, please.” You’re begging. You can hear your voice cracks slightly from the panic coursing through you as you extend both of your palms up toward the goth man.

“I’m just scared. I don’t want to get hurt, and you’re the only one who can stop it from happening. Don’t let me get hurt.” His voice is anguished. You know that’s not what he said back there. His words change every time. But they always say the same thing. This is your fault.

You’re so very close to making him drop the shotgun. He lowered it slightly now. If you could talk to him just a little more, if you just had some more time, you could save him. You’re almost there. You know you can do it. You know it’s possible. He can be saved.

But Jay is already pouncing, and you can’t do anything but scream. It’s the same scenario again – you failed him. He’s going to get killed again, right in front of your eyes, and you can’t do anything about it except watch.

And then, before Jay can get to your friend, the world starts spinning. Your vision blur. Your head is pounding. You hear the sound of the gun firing.

It takes you a few seconds to realise something warm is dripping down your stomach. When your eyes flutter open again, you’re completely disoriented.

The grass is still here, the trees and the bushes too, but Jay has disappeared. There’s only Damien, aiming at you with a calm and composed expression, eyes cold.

You feel pain.

When you look down, you finally realise there’s a hole in your shirt, just below your heart, and blood slowly gorging the tissue all around it.

For a long moment, everything is silent. You’re too shaken up to even think about forming a coherent sentence. Once again, the pain feels too real. You can barely process the fact that Damien just shot you dead.

You look up at him, and he scoffs with a smirk. Your eyes are silently begging him to explain why, to say something, anything. Instead, he turns his back on you, drop the gun and wander off into the woods.

Before you can even think of following him, your legs give up on you and you fall to the ground, face hitting the dirt and making you groan in pain.

You don’t even know how long you stay here. You’re dying much slower than you probably should with such a wound. But all you can do about it is contemplate your friend’s – hell, who are you kidding, your crush’s – betrayal, while your blood pools around you and get absorbed by the grass. You don’t even try to stop the tears from escaping your eyes. Everything is eerily silent for a while.

Damien left you to die alone. He killed you himself. And then he went on with his own life like you never meant anything to him. You probably didn’t.

It’s pathetic, really. To think how much you loved him. How much you tried to save him. How much you cared. It was silly of you to think you’d ever get some sort of happy ending anyway.

You’re still ruminating your dark thoughts when you hear it.

It’s faint at first, but soon you start to recognise the accords of a guitar. There’s a melodic voice accompanying it. It’s Steven Tyler’s. You’re listening to Aerosmith’s Dream On playing with rapidly increasing volume.

Your brows furrow in confusion. Before you can fully process whatever this bullshit might even mean, you’re startled by the roaring motor of a convertible car as it drifts to a stop next to your dying self.

The music is playing from the car’s radio at full volume, and you see the stripped sleeve of the driver resting on the top of the door. Said driver lean down to face you, one clawed hand still on the wheel as you stare back at Freddie’s mask.

“Get in, looser.” His deep, calm voice is somehow clear despite the music. “We’re going home.”

You don’t know how, but you’re able to get to your feet. One hand wrapped around yourself to try and stop the blood from dripping out of you, you rest the other on his car to help you stay upright. You leave red handprints behind you on the shiny body of the engine.

Freddie was a show-off, you knew that. But still, you didn’t expect him to interrupt your brooding agony in a brand-new, pimped red car with flames printed on the sides.

Just as if to parade some more, once you collapsed on the passenger seat and closed the door, he makes the motor roar aggressively a couple of times before driving off full speed.

You roll your eyes at his antics.

“What are you doing here?” you groan out, choosing to ignore his demonstration to avoid inflating his ego any further.

“Why? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

You’re not sure how to answer this question. Mostly, you’d be happier if you could simply wake up safe and sound in your bed. But in the absence of a better possibility, you couldn’t deny that you were glad to see the slasher – especially considering the dreadful scene he just pulled you out of.

“As long as you’re not here to traumatise me any further.” You say with a huff and a playful smile. Banter was always the safest option, you had realised.

“Although it’s incredibly satisfying to make you scream, I’m afraid this is not what I’m here for today.”

Scoffing, you turn your head toward him just in time to catch a slight blush on his cheeks. It makes you suddenly realise that despite not even trying to put it on, your seatbelt is safely strapped on your torso, carefully avoiding to press against your wound.

Behind the mask, you see Freddie’s eyes darting in your direction for a few seconds before focusing on the road in front of him again. Well, If you could call it a road. You were driving in the middle of the forest, on a small pathway made only of dirt.

“I would like to start by pointing out that I completely disagree with our boy Damien’s decision.”

You don’t know how to react at first. It's clear that this is not about the nightmare. Even in the real world, outside of this morbid fantasy, Damien left without a word. Talk about the symbolism of dreams and all that crap.

But you're not sure what shocks you more between the fact that Freddie would have actually wanted to stay with you instead, or that he pulled you out of your very traumatic nightmare to talk about it so directly.

“It’s good to know at least one of you two still enjoys having me around.” You finally answer between gritted teeth.

The slasher taps his silver claws on the steering wheel repetitively, holding it tighter. It’s obvious to you that he’s nervous, despite his face being completely hidden by the bird mask. A beat of silence passes before he speaks again.

“He does too, you know?”

“Does he, now?” You can’t help the sharp edge of your voice when you talk back. Maybe it’s because you still feel hurt by the goth man’s behaviour. Maybe it’s the fact you still have a bullet in the torso thanks to his dream alter-ego. If you had a guess, you’d say it’s both.

Your driver doesn’t answer. He knows you’re not expecting him to do so. He just keeps tapping his claws on the wheel for a few more seconds.

“Alright. I wasn’t exactly planning to leave him access to the memories of this encounter, but given everything I’ve seen, I think he deserves to be a little tortured by the consequences of his own actions.”

You don’t protest, nor do you outright state that you approve of his decision. Your silence is confirmation enough for him.

The landscape ahead of you slowly starts to change. You see the edge of the forest, and Miskatonic appears down the hill, in the distance. Freddie is driving indecently fast, seemingly making his way toward the city.

“Now, I want you to listen to me and pay attention.” The slasher warns you. You try to sit a little straighter in your seat despite the pain it causes you, and the fact the world stated to get a little more blurry.

“Yup, totally paying attention!” You groan out. “I mean, outside for the part where I’m slowly dying, you know.”

It seems to satisfy him enough.

“Very good! Now, if I’m not wrong, this is the street where you and the others are staying, right?”

Just as Freddie speaks, you start to realise you do, in fact, recognise the street you’re in. It’s where your parents live.

Or well, lived.

You and the slashers made your way back to rest in the empty house after realising you were everyone’s number one target, thanks to Damien’s video.

“You… know where we are…?” You ask, stunned.

“I’m in your head, remember?”

Oh. Right. You forgot about that.

“Now, let’s focus, will you? Our boy Damien is living closer to the centre, which means you’ll have to remember every turn correctly, else you’re going to get lost. And I have much more interesting dreams to disturb every night, so I don’t want to have to repeat everything twice, yeah?”

You stay speechless for a few seconds. Partly because you’re trying to fight a very persistent brain-fog – courtesy of the blood loss –, and partly because you can’t figure out what are his intentions here.

“Why… are you telling me all that?”

Freddie glances at you once more, but you can’t tell if he’s worried about you hating them both, or about the fact that you’re getting increasingly weaker by the minute.

Still, he keeps a detached tone when he answers you.

“Why, so you know where to find us of course!” He doesn’t speak for a moment, but after a beat of silence, he adds almost sheepishly. “This was our only way of contacting you.”

You stare at him for a moment, half-surprised, and half-confused. Are you even sure that both of them want to see you again?

Before you can say anything more, your slasher driver cleans his throat and continues with the same nonchalant tone.

“Now, pay attention please! I did say I wouldn’t repeat myself.”

The next ten minutes are filled with Freddie’s instructions as he drives wildly over the speed limit. You’re trying hard to process all the informations he keeps throwing your way, but it’s hard to stay concentrated when you’re slowly agonising.

Finally, just when you think you’re about to loose track of the twists and turns that were demonstrated, Freddie drifts to a stop in front of a tall building.

“And here we are! Our boy’s apartment is on the second floor, number 33. His name is on the intercom. You can remember that, yes?”

You don’t answer right away. The sound of the slasher’s voice has been starting to get fainter in your ears, and you’re lost in your foggy thoughts trying to map out the whole route again. Only when you hear your name being called do you realise Freddie had been talking to you.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Second floor, number 33, name on the intercom.”

“Good.” Your driver’s voice suddenly turns more serious. “Find our boy, and give him a good punch for the both of us, okay?”

“Okay.”

The world is starting to spin even more. You can’t focus on anything anymore. It’s like a huge cloud is wrapping around your head and mixing the colours together. You try to fight it. Quite honestly, you’re not sure you want to wake up so soon anymore. There’s still a hundred questions swirling around, somewhere, in your brain – you have to ask them to the slasher.

You want him to explain everything, to tell you if Damien really does care, or if he’s only been acting soft with you in Nevermoor because of the situation you were in. But it’s like there’s a heavy paste in your mouth stopping you from forming the words.

You think you’re about to faint when Freddie’s voice grounds you back just enough for you to stay conscious.

“Now, while I would love to partake in wholesome hand-holding with you right now, I’m not sure this is the right time.” His tone has turned light again. “And honestly, watching you die abominably slowly sounds boring, so, goodnight!”

Before you can even ask him to wait, you see Freddie snapping his fingers, and suddenly, you’re getting pulled out of your own dream.

The sensation is terrifying. It’s like you’re falling backward, or being aspired back in your own body. The moment you hit the wall of reality, you jump in your bed with a gasp.

You’re back.

Almost instinctively, you check your torso, but there’s no wound there. Obviously. Looking at the window, you realise it’s still dark outside. Your phone’s screen lets you know it’s barely 6am.

Still, the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through you makes it very clear that you won’t be able to go back to sleep. And you don’t want to, anyway. There’s slashers you have to wake up, and a friend you have to find.

Might as well move before you forget the way to Damien’s home.

[ramblingoak]

Naps With Copia

Nap #5: A New Year's Eve Nap

~ Naps With Copia series masterpost ~

For @conjuring-ghouls💙

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

These are all stand alone chapters so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft Copia naps.

Warnings: Adorable rat dad Copia, soft cuddles and a lot of sappiness, sfw, 600 words

It was almost the new year and you were exactly where you wanted to be.

Copia’s room was quiet, the only sounds were those coming from the crackling of the fire and the occasional squeak from his rats.  The party hats you and Copia had made for them were long gone.  The paper shredded and stuffed into their various nests they had inside the large cage.  You couldn’t help but smile when you remembered the chaos as you and Copia had tried to get a picture of them all together.  He was scrolling through them on his phone now, trying to find the perfect one to send out in a mass email to The Ministry.

How could anyone not love this man?

Distantly you could also hear the music thumping from the party.  It had started early that morning and probably wouldn’t end until well into the first day of the new year.  The Siblings and Ghouls certainly knew how to celebrate.  Copia would have to make an appearance later and you would gladly tag along.  It was always nice to see him let loose, to see him show off those dance moves of his.  Parties were not really your thing but you would never turn down watching Copia wobble his ass.

You couldn’t help but stare at his profile as he continued to mess with his phone.  The firelight was catching on the silver streaks in his hair and you found yourself reaching out to tuck a few loose strands back behind his ear.  

"Amore?"  You let your eyes drift from his hair to his face and you smiled when you saw the dopey grin he was wearing. "Everything ok?”

You started to answer him but you found yourself yawning so you quickly brought your hand up to cover your mouth.

“Sorry Copia, I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“You’re never going to make it to midnight like this.”  He set his phone down on the coffee table in front of the couch and stretched his arms out.  “Come to Papa.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you scooted closer and leaned back against his chest.  He adjusted a bit on the couch, stretching his legs out and making sure you were comfortable.  It was his turn to tuck your hair back behind your ear and he continued to run his fingers through the strands.  You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling when you saw the soft look on his face.

“Do we have time for a nap?”

“Sì, plenty of time.”  He tightened his arms around you briefly, peppering soft kisses into your hair while he held you.  “I’ll need you to be well rested tonight.”

“Hmm?  Why is that?”

“You’ll need to be able to keep up with my wobbling.”

You laughed, shaking your head as he waggled his eyebrows.  Your heart felt so full when you were around him, your soul felt so light.  It didn’t matter where he was, whether it was in the middle of a party or struggling to put party hats on his rats, you wanted to be with him.  And right now that was taking a nap with him on his couch.

“I’ll be wobbling circles around you, just you wait.”

“Promises, promises.”  He gave you a brief squeeze and dropped a few more kisses into your hair.  It wasn’t long before you began to relax against him.  Your eyes drifted closed and you let your head rest against his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart.  “Rest now amore.”

At his words you did just that, falling asleep wrapped in his arms and wrapped in his love.

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End of the Line

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: Anakin and his SO have a chaotic date night - and really, when dating Anakin, what other kind could there be?

Word Count: 1,051

Category: Fluff, Humor

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A beam of light whizzed over my head from where I hunkered behind cover, almost nailing me right in the forehead. I grit my teeth and readied my weapon. That marked my opponent's tenth shot, meaning he'd need to let his gun recharge before he could fire again. Time to make my move.

"Alright, that's it! Your bloodline ends here!" I shouted at the top of my lungs before popping up from my cover behind the couch. I saw a flash of shaggy brown hair as my boyfriend, Anakin Skywalker, scrambled for cover of his own across the living room.

I raised my light gun—a blaster that literally just fired light, usually used by children for tag games but tonight employed by Anakin and I—and raced across the room after him.

I fired the entire time I ran, keeping Anakin from popping up his head. It left me with just one shot by the time I got to him, but one shot was all I needed.

I rounded the corner of my favorite cushy chair and fired at my boyfriend, right on target to hit him square in the chest. That is, until my light beam stopped in mid-air.

My eyes darted up to Anakin's to find him grinning, one hand extended the way he did sometimes to use the Force and the other still holding his newly-recharged blaster. I narrowed my eyes, but before I could say anything, he fired a shot of his own that hit me in the chest.

"You cheater!" I yelled, ignoring the explosion of light still glowing against my shirt. Anakin rolled to the side and dropped his hand, letting what would've been the perfect shot streak past him and into the far wall of our apartment. I scowled.

"You never said no Force," Anakin replied, getting to his feet with an entirely too satisfied smirk. He offered a hand to me, but I didn't take it.

"Mmm, I'm pretty sure I specifically said 'No Jedi bullshit' right before we started this thing."

Anakin grinned at me as I got to my feet and faced him.

"Exactly. No Jedi bullshit. Lots of people have a connection to and use the Force."

I closed my eyes and took a long, deep, dramatic breath. When I opened them again, Anaking was still watching me with a self-satisfied smirk.

"You've been spending too much time with politicans, trying to sell me on a loophole like that."

"As opposed to bounty hunters?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "You and I both know that's not what I do."

"I know. It's just fun to watch your face scrunch up."

I reached out and hit Anakin in the chest, but my heart wasn't in it. We'd first met because I'd been at the top of my class with the GAR, before they'd switched primarily to clones, and the Jedi had needed an extra, well-trained hand on short notice. Now, I basically worked as a contractor for the Republic. I'd continued to help the Jedi regularly, especially, and I'd gotten close with many of them. But Anakin more than anyone else.

"So. Rematch?" Anakin asked, raising an eyebrow and holding his light blaster up. I smiled.

"As much fun as it would be to beat you in a No-Force rematch-" Anakin scoffed and raised an eyebrow, but I just ignored him. "-we already spend too much of our time around blasters. How about we order some of our favorite foods and find a good holo to watch?"

Anakin smiled, soft and genuine, and let the hand with his blaster fall back to his side.

"Yeah. I guess we can-"

He got cut short when I brought my hand up as fast as lightning, my recharged blaster now ready to go. I levelled it at his chest, pausing just long enough to give him a grin and register the absolute shock on his face before pulling the trigger.

A bright light exploded across Anakin's chest, making the front half of his shirt about five shades lighter. I cackled.

"Ha, now we're even! Call that a tie and let's get some pizza."

Anakin shook his head at me, but he was grinning all the same.

"You're ruthless. And that was incredibly sneaky of you."

I just gave him a wink.

"You know you love it, Skywalker. It's why you love me."

He snorted, but came close enough to wrap his arms around me and pull me into this chest, too.

"I do love you. Sneaky cheater in competition and all."

"Aww, babe."

Anakin and I shared a laugh and a smile before leaning into a soft, sweet kiss. Since he was a Jedi, we couldn't just do stuff like this whenever and wherever we wanted. Which meant I knew not to take a single moment alone with him for granted.

"So, now that my title's been defended, do you want to follow through on that pizza and some holos?" I asked.

"We could do that. Or..."

"Or?"

Anakin grinned, a familiar troublemaker spark in his eye that I loved. I grinned right back.

"Instead of holos or a rematch, we could team up to go wreak some havoic on Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. Play a few rounds absolutely destroying them, and then disappear somewhere nice together where they can't find us."

"I like the way you think, Skywalker. Do the Jedi or the Force or whatever say anything about soulmates?"

"I don't think so... Why?"

"Because I'm pretty sure you're mine. Get your blaster ready and let's go have some fun."

I started to head for the door, but Ani's strong arm around my waist pulled me quickly back into a searing kiss. I let my free hand come up to tangle in his hair and kissed him back, hard, until we were both finally forced to come up for air.

"Okay," Anakin said, slightly breathless and with a smile on his face. "Now we can go wreak some havoic."

I laughed as I took Anakin's hand, a little giddy as I pulled him towards the oor. We really made the perfect pair, to the occasional detriment of our friends, whether or not they actually knew we were a pair. Hopefully, we could get through this war together, and find our way to a happy ending on the other side.

And until then, we'd just find as many happy moments together like this as we could.

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The Weight We Carry - Chapter 1

[Bucky x oc, post-endgame]

Ronni

The first time I stepped into my own classroom, I cried.

Not the pretty, misty-eyed kind of crying. No, I mean full-blown, ugly crying, the kind that left my nose running and my breath stuttering. The kind that made my students exchange worried glances and my teacher’s aide, Miss Halloway, rush over with a tissue box before the day even began.

That had been three years ago. Three years of messy arts and crafts, endless story times, and sticky fingers reaching for mine. Three years of waking up every morning to something that gave me purpose.

And despite everything, I still woke up with nightmares.

The children never saw the worst of it, of course. They didn’t see me flinch when a truck backfired outside the school gates, or how my breath caught when the bus drove too fast past the crosswalk. They didn’t know that I still woke up in cold sweats, seeing the masked man standing in the middle of the road, his shadow cast long by the headlights.

But they saw the rest of me—the bright dresses, the jingling bracelets, the way I sang their names during roll call and decorated our classroom like an explosion of colour. They saw the Ronni that mattered, and that was enough.

Today was a Monday. A perfectly normal Monday, and I needed it to stay that way.

“Alright, my little sunflowers,” I called as I rolled into the classroom, beaming at the dozen little faces already bustling around our morning circle. “Who’s ready for story time?”

A chorus of excited cheers greeted me, and I felt the last vestiges of my nightmare slip away. This was my safe place, my home away from home, where ghosts of the past had no power over me.

For now, at least.

By lunchtime, my dress was streaked with paint, my hair had been tugged on at least twice, and I had endured the full might of six-year-olds attempting to braid the ends of my locs with plastic beads.

Miss Halloway, bless her, had managed to herd them outside for recess, leaving me with a rare moment of peace. I sighed, rubbing at the tension in my temples as I turned my chair toward my desk, where my lunch, half of a tomato and avocado sandwich, waited.

But before I could take a bite, my phone buzzed against the wooden surface.

Mémé: Ma belle, have you thought about the letter?

I swallowed hard, my appetite vanishing.

The letter had arrived last week, a crisp white envelope with a government seal stamped in the corner. I hadn’t opened it right away—I knew what it was before I even peeled back the flap.

PTSD therapy group program.

I had tried therapy before. Back when I first moved to the States, when the doctors had spent more time whispering about how I’d never walk again than listening to me. And again, years later, when I proved them all wrong, standing on shaky legs with the help of metal rods and sheer stubbornness.

But no amount of stubbornness had ever fixed what was in my head.

And now, the government wanted me to try again. With a group, apparently.

I had tried to ignore it, but my Mémé, ever the wise woman, had sensed my hesitation even through the phone. She wanted me to go. Said it would be good for me.

I wasn’t convinced.

Me: I don’t know, Mémé. I’ll think about it.

A few seconds later, the dots appeared on the screen.

Mémé: You always say that, Veronique.

She wasn’t wrong.

I sighed, setting my phone down. The room was quiet, but outside, I could hear the children laughing, playing. Living.

Maybe I was still figuring that part out.

The afternoon stretched on, filled with science projects, a minor crayon-related disaster, and a surprise fire drill that sent the kids into excited chaos. By the time the final bell rang, I was exhausted but content. I waved goodbye to my students as they rushed into the arms of waiting parents, then lingered in the classroom, tidying up leftover scraps of paper and discarded markers.

The sun slanted through the window, casting long golden streaks across the walls. I traced a finger over one of the posters a student had made, a vibrant collage of construction paper and glitter spelling out Miss Adoua’s Class is the Best! A smile tugged at my lips.

This was where I felt in control. This was where I knew who I was.

I locked up and left the school, making my way to the subway station a few blocks away. The city pulsed around me, full of honking cars and hurried footsteps. I kept to the sidewalks, avoiding intersections whenever possible, but the hum of engines still made my stomach tighten. I focused on my breathing, on the rhythm of my steps.

By the time I reached my townhouse, I was drained. I kicked off my shoes, hung up my bag, and immediately made my way to the large terrarium in the corner of my bedroom. Inside, coiled on a smooth branch, my ball python, Noodle, lifted her head lazily.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I murmured, opening the glass door and letting her slither onto my arm. Her scales were cool against my skin, her movement smooth and steady. I let her wrap around my wrist as I sank onto the couch, exhaling deeply.

This was my other safe place. My home, my plants, my books, my quiet.

My phone buzzed again. This time, I ignored it.

Tomorrow, I’d think about the letter. About therapy. About whatever came next.

A few days later, I dreamed of him again. I woke up drenched in sweat, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. The shadows in my room stretched too long, curled in the corners like waiting monsters. It took a moment for my mind to unstick itself from the wreckage of memory, from the shattered glass and the screaming metal. From him. The man in the mask. Standing in the road.

I rolled onto my side, pressing a hand to my chest, willing my heart to settle. Noodle, curled up in her heated enclosure across the room, barely stirred, used to my restless nights. I wished I had that kind of peace.

The scar down my back ached like an old omen as I forced myself up and out of bed, my legs steady beneath me despite the ghostly feeling of them not being there at all. Ten years without them, and even now, there were moments I expected to wake up to nothing but dead weight. The mind clings to old wounds, no matter how much time passes.

Mémé used to tell me to sit with my fears, to invite them in for tea instead of letting them gnaw at me from the dark. She would paint as she spoke, a cigarette dangling from her lips, her hands streaked with colour. The memory of her voice settled me as I moved through my morning ritual, brushing my long braids over my shoulder and dressing myself in green—always green. A reminder of home.

Brooklyn was alive outside my window, the streets thrumming with early energy. I didn't drive. Would never drive. Instead, I took the subway to work, letting the rumble of the train rattle through me, a controlled kind of chaos. My students would be waiting, little hands eager to pull me into their worlds of questions and crayons, where monsters only existed in storybooks and the worst thing in life was a lost lunchbox.

I let them pull me into their sunshine, let their laughter fill the spaces trauma had hollowed out. But it was always waiting for me when the day ended, lingering like an old spectre as I returned home to a house too big for one person, filled with too many plants and not enough voices.

I had decided to agree upon therapy.

I had been in and out of it for years, but this was going to be different. A group program, meant to bring together those whose minds had been fractured in ways no one else could understand. People who had seen ghosts of their own, who lived with shadows stitched into their bones.

People like me.

The city never slept, and neither did I. (‘Cause I’m Batman… sorry 😔✊)

Hours later, Brooklyn still hummed outside my window, the distant wail of sirens, the occasional honk of a horn, the late-night chatter of people heading home. My apartment sat on the edge of the noise, just close enough to remind me I wasn’t alone but far enough to keep the chaos at bay. I liked it that way. I needed the noise without the pressure of being a part of it.

I rolled my fingers along Noodle’s smooth scales as she curled around my wrist, her weight a steady, grounding presence. The only kind of touch I could handle sometimes.

Breathe in.

Hold.

Breathe out.

I let my head tip back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling as I counted my breaths, just like Dr. Ahmed taught me. Focus. Find something real. Something safe. Noodle was real. My plants, their leaves swaying under the soft breeze of the fan, were real. The old blues record crackling through my speaker, the raspy voice of Muddy Waters filling the room—that was real.

The past wasn’t.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

But my body didn’t know the difference.

The therapy group was supposed to help with that. It was Mémé’s idea originally. She hated seeing me stuck like this, caught between then and now. She had done everything for me, raised me when no one else could, put my pieces back together when the world had shattered them. I owed her this much—to try.

Still, it didn’t mean I had to be happy about it.

The next day, the subway rattled beneath me, the rhythmic clatter of steel against steel filling the stale air. I breathed through it, focusing on the sound of music playing through by headphones, the slow beat a grounding comfort to my ears. The train lurched, and my fingers tightened around the strap of my canvas bag, my knuckles brushing the cool metal zipper. Breathe, Ronni. Just breathe.

I check my phone for the time. 6:42 AM. I left early, knowing full well that my route would take longer than it should. No cabs. No ride-shares. No buses. The idea of being in a car made my stomach churn, made my lungs lock up like iron gates. So, I walked when I could, and when I couldn’t, I took the train—imperfect, loud, unpredictable, but at least it didn’t trap me behind a windshield. At least it didn’t steal my breath away.

When the doors slid open at my stop, I stepped onto the platform and made my way up to the street, dodging the morning rush. Brooklyn hummed with life around me—coffee carts, bike bells, the distant wail of a saxophone player trying to make a few bucks near the station entrance. I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back, and started toward the community centre where my first therapy session awaited.

PTSD counselling. A government initiative for veterans, ex-soldiers, and then people like me—the ones who made it out of something they shouldn’t have. My therapist suggested it months ago, but I resisted. Being in a room with other people who carry ghosts in their bones? It sounded unbearable. But my Mémé had a way of nudging, and before I knew it, I had signed my name on the attendance list, the ink smudging from the sweat on my palm.

The centre was an old brick building tucked between a laundromat and a tiny flower shop that always smelled like jasmine and soil. I pause at the entrance, my reflection staring back at me in the glass doors—long braids spilling over my shoulders, dark olive skin kissed by the Brooklyn sun, tattoos peeking from under the rolled sleeves of my sage sweater. I forced myself to push through the door.

I pulled my sweater tighter around me as I walked into the community centre, the fluorescent lights too harsh against the dull brick walls. The smell of burnt coffee lingered in the air, and the chairs were arranged in a half-circle, already occupied by people I didn’t know. My stomach curled, instinct screaming at me to turn around and leave.

Too late.

A woman with kind eyes and an even kinder smile approached. “Veronique Adoua?”

I nodded, adjusting my sleeves.

“I’m Dr. Raynor. You can call me Christina. Welcome.”

She stepped aside, gesturing to the group. My eyes swept over the people sitting there—some staring at the floor, others lost in thought. For some reason, it eased me to know that they we’re just as uncomfortable being there as I was. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I exhaled a breath and found my seat.

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A Little Help Goes a Long Way

Marcus Moreno x (fem!) Reader

Rating: Explicit (MDNI) - 1.9k

Tags: romantic smut, also smutty smut, creampie and (slight) breeding (my loves!), slight daddy kink

Summary: With the heatwave taking up Marcus' focus and making him neglect his own well-being, his ever-supportive girlfriend decides to take matters into her own hands... and other openings.

Also cross-posted to Ao3

So excited (and nervous) to post this!! It's my first foray into the Pascal Boys Universe (do we call it the PBU?)

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And most importantly: Thank you to anyone and everyone for reading! Besitos!

A week the heatwave had lasted and according to the newscasters, it wouldn’t let up for yet another.

A small blessing was the fact that it was a dry heat, humidity only served to make the air feel that much hotter.

But even this small blessing came with a caveat. Marcus had been absent from home for each day of the week, often until the early hours of the morning. The heat increased the chances of fires spreading all over the forest keeping the heroes and their leader on high alert. 

Luckily, something like this hadn’t happened yet. He had taken every precaution, having heroes on patrol and firefighters on standby 24 hours a day. But even so, Marcus had not been able to relax since the heatwave began. 

His caring nature had been what endeared him so to yn, but too often this side of his character took a turn to the self-sacrificing, making him forget about his own well-being. He had been so wired that he had not had sufficient rest in days. This streak, yn was determined to break. 

With Missy at her Grandma’s for the weekend, she had made use of the shaded daybed next to the Moreno’s pool. The sun was slowly descending, shedding an orange-golden light over the garden. But still, the heat of the day didn’t let up, as she reclined. Marcus was busy in the kitchen with preparing their dinner, not accepting her insistent offer to help with a ‘This is the first time this week I have the time to cook for you. Let me, cariño.’

She could hear him pottering away, and as she heard him set the table, she set her plan into motion as well. 

Tugging her bikini top down, just so her nipples were close to being exposed, she called to him: ‘Marcus, baby! Do you mind helping?’

Her boyfriend, unaware of her intentions, took her bait and made his way from the open kitchen glass door to where she lay.

“Sure thing, what do you need?” Marcus asked, his voice a mix of curiosity with a hint of the exhaustion he seemed wont to ignore.

Yn turned her head, letting her eyes lock with his, and gave him a slow, inviting smile. “I think I need a little help relaxing,” she said softly, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness. She adjusted her position slightly, allowing the setting sun to cast a warm glow on her exposed skin. Slowly, her legs fell open.

Marcus’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. Already, he was taking unconscious steps toward her. “Yn, what are you up to?” he asked, a grin forming on his lips despite his weariness.

“Just trying to remind you that there’s more to life than work,” Yn replied, reaching out to gently tug him closer. “You’ve been so tense and overworked. Let me help you unwind.”

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders beginning to melt away at her touch. “You always know how to get to me,” he admitted, stepping closer until he was standing right beside her.

“Good,” Yn said, her hands moving to trace patterns on his arms. “Because you deserve a break, Marcus. You’ve done everything you can to keep everyone safe. Now, it’s time to take care of yourself. And let me take care of you.”

Marcus leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. Yn responded eagerly, pulling him down onto the daybed with her. They kissed deeply, passion igniting between them like a spark in the dry summer heat.

As their kisses grew more fervent, Yn’s hands moved to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Marcus, in turn, let his fingers dance along the straps of her bikini, pulling them aside to expose more of her soft skin.

Yn softly pushed his fingers away. ‘Nu-uh. No touching me yet. It’s your turn first.’

Marcus held his hands up in mock surrender and let Yn take off his linen shirt and trousers. She wasn’t surprised to see that he had forgone underwear.

‘Too hot for you?’, she grinned up at him, taking him in hand. Marcus whined.

‘Says the one wearing practically nothing. Please, cariño, don’t tease.’ 

That wasn’t her intention, so without hesitation, Yn leaned down to draw her tongue up his length. She moaned at his salty taste, taking his head into her mouth, suckling, while her right hand took to massaging his balls. Marcus groaned, one of his hands coming up to bury in her hair, the other drawing up her body, teasing one of her nipples through her top. 

Without missing a beat, Yn drew back. Marcus protested immediately ‘No. Come on, cariño, I am letting you take care of me. I just need something to occupy me.’ 

Though she tried, Yn couldn’t resist him when he looked at her with huge brown eyes, his length glistening with her spit and his precum. She changed her position, lying down on his chest so that her slit was right in front of his face. Without conscious thought, Marcus gripped her hips, inhaling her scent. His nose drew up and down the wet patch of her panties. Yn moaned, gripping his length again. Before she started sucking him a again she said: ‘If you take it off, maybe you’ll find something to occupy you.’

Marcus didn’t hesitate at the opportunity and undid the bows at the side of her panties. They fell open and Marcus quickly threw the offending garment off, while she took off her top. What greeted him, was one of his favourite sights. Yn, open and wet, her folds near dripping with desire. He quickly licked up her slit once, making them both moan.

‘Cariño, I can’t believe I’ve missed this the last few days. Let me apologize.’ And with that, he buried his face in her.

Yn tried to continue licking him but the way he pleasured her made her incapable to move.

She laid her head on his thighs and simply moaned, spasming when he switched from fucking her with his tongue to suckling on her clit. And then, he wet one finger and slowly slid it inside her - and stopped.

‘Cariño?’ he slowly tapped the small cylinder inside her. ‘What’s this?’

Yn lifted her head, eyelids heavy with desire. ‘Surprise!’ she breathed. ‘Guess what it’s made of.’

Marcus’ eyes glittered. Yn got no voiced answer but then the small metal cylinder began vibrating inside her. She choked and her whole body went rigid. With his powers, Marcus moved it directly to that special spot inside her and increased the vibrations. At the same time, he went back to sucking at her clit. Yn couldn’t move, couldn’t think. She pressed her eyes closed and let Marcus do what he wanted. And then - white hot light exploded behind her eyes when she fell off the precipice.

But there was no catching her breath. Marcus kept the vibrations coming, torturing her with pleasure, slipping in two fingers beside the toy to fill her up more. The trembles of her first orgasm hadn’t had the chance to stop, before she came a second, more powerful time. Marcus could feel her body pressing so tight around his fingers, her wetness spraying out of her pussy and drenching his neck and face. And still, he did not let up, licking up the wetness from around her opening. At her whining, he at least decreased the vibrations, though only slightly. And then she started begging.

‘Please Marcus ‘s too much. Please, daddy, I can’t. I need you now, daddy.’ 

That word. Marcus growled when he heard it. They didn’t often make use of it, only when she was near desperation from lust did she get into this headspace. And Marcus loved it. Without effort, he turned her around, sitting her on him so that she straddled his hips, right above his cock. She nuzzled into his neck and he took her face into his hands, gently making her look up at him. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure.

‘Yeah? Too much cariño? Need daddy to make it better? Need daddy to fill you completely?’ She could only nod weakly and wiggled her hips.

Marcus could feel her wetness on his cock. Without hesitation, he lifted her bottom with his one hand and lined himself up with the other. Slowly, he let her slide down his length until he was completely seated inside her. They both moaned at the sensation of being completely joined. With the cylinder inside her, she was even tighter.

‘You ready, baby?’ Marcus breathed, which Yn answered with an enthusiastic whine.

For what he had in mind, Marcus changed their positions, rolling them around until he was on top of her, and brought her ankles to rest on his shoulder. He kissed one and then slowly withdrew from her pussy - and slammed back into her. From there, he set a fluid rhythm, riding her hard. Each time he entered her completely, his cock kissed the entrance to her womb, making her whine with pleasurable pain. Their bodies were slick with heat and he could hear their combining wetness each time he moved. Nearing the end, he put his powers to use, and started vibrating the metal inside her. With the way he moved, it touched Yn’s spot consistently and she screamed out her third orgasm of the evening. Marcus could barely hold on, her tightness choking him, the vibrations making him lose all control.

‘Where do you want it, cariño? I’m so close!’ he whined. Yn clasped her hands around his face and drew him into a wet kiss, more tongue than anything.

‘Inside me, want to feel you. Want you to fill me. Make me yours.’ With those words, Marcus lost it. He slammed inside her one last time and with a deep grunt, released all inside her. Yn moaned when she felt liquid warmth fill her. 

All strength seemed to leave Marcus and he became boneless, pressing himself to Yn in a tight embrace. 

After catching their breath, they couldn’t ignore their apparent stickiness any longer.

“Let’s move to the pool,” Yn suggested breathlessly.

Marcus didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her the short distance to the pool’s edge. With a playful splash, they both slipped into the cool water, their bodies still entwined.

The water was a perfect contrast to the lingering heat of the day. Marcus’s worries and exhaustion had completely faded away, replaced by the sensations of Yn’s body, her touch and the rhythmic movement of the water around them.

The heat of the day, the stress of the week, all seemed to dissolve in the cool, refreshing embrace of the pool and each other.

They continued to float lazily, wrapped in each other’s arms, the stars beginning to twinkle in the evening sky above. Yn rested her head on Marcus’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.

“Thank you,” Marcus murmured, pressing a kiss to her damp hair. “I needed this more than I realized.”

Yn smiled, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. “Anytime, baby. Anytime.”

They stayed like that for a while longer, enjoying the peace and tranquility that had been so elusive. In each other’s arms, they found the closeness and relaxation they had both been craving.

[dualecholity]

‼️WIP‼️ this is my first time on tumblr and idk how it functions yet, but I saw other ppl posting intros for their blogs so I’m gonna do that too :3 warning this is absolutely littered with stamps and blinkies :v

DNI at the bottom

🪽☄️I hoard names because I don’t really feel connections to any of them, so you may see my pref name change a lot (especially because of plurality) right now my name is Nightcowo/Nightcore and MoonMoon, you can also call me Hex or Wolfmoon :3 🌟🐾My pronouns change with parts (<- what i call my facets) but feel free to use sh3/cat/1t/digi/h3 on me whenever!!!! 🌈🫧 I use many labels because its hard to have a sense of self without them... for ex, im a nonbinary honeybee-transfem multigender and most importantly sparklecatgender :p - im also a lesbian and quoirose (basically aroace, which i call myself for simplicity)

I try to reblog as many xenogenders that I like as I can on @lycanshoard fyi !

I am a holothere alterhuman! I am in full support of transspecies and physical nonhumans, delusional or not <3

my kinlist is incredibly long, unfortunately ;-; and I keep kinfirmimg and I don’t wanna have to keep editing it ehhhhhhhhhh

doubles are fine to interact, but sorry if I make you uncomfy T_T

Some fandoms I like are: >murder drones, castle cats, warrior cats, wings of fire, wolfwalkers, internecion cube, tpot, itft, foxcraft, creatures of sonaria, portal, and dragon adventures , you’ll probably see me posting about them (when I can use my drawing tablet again -.-)

🍄🔮I love art, animation, reading, fanfic, fursuiting, alternative fashion, 2000s-2010s scene/emo/furry stuff, plushies, and kandi :3

🐈‍⬛🪶my favorite animals are cats, dragons, bats, snakes, and wolves ^w^

💿🦋i HATE cringe culture, dark chocolate, mean people, and BRAMBLECLAW!! This is a blue streaked Squirrelflight household 💙

🕯️🩹Im neurodivergent and have trouble with basic social interaction,, sorry if I come off weird or my jokes don’t make sense ;w; I’m also a median plural non-system!!

🪞🎀I enjoy being very silly and whimsical. it is my favorite hobby. I notice that tumblr seems very silly and whimsical :0

💎🍭I really enjoy breakcore, Scenecore, hyperpop, speedcore, shitcore, ect music :P some artists I like are mailpup, salv the dog, tqbf, bbsi, femtanyl, and bugcried :P

🍧🦴it’d be nice if you use tonetags but you don’t have to qwq I like to use tone tags and emoticons a lot because. uhhhh. im a cat and I plead the fifth

NSFW blogs DNI and nazis, transphobes, homophobes, and xenicphobics FUCK OFF‼️‼️‼️🚨 same for ppl who sexualize kids and animals </3 I block freely and will pretend I do not see…

ok bye lallalalalalalalalal :3