#not Light Years jewlery

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Two Ghosts

pairing: kylo ren x queen!reader 

word count: 2.6k

warnings: neglect, arranged marriage, dislike of s/o, reader has children, descriptions of periods, domestic abuse, old values (women are dainty bullshit), guys kylo isn’t nice remember that, fertility issues, stopping of a period due to stress, reader lives for her children basically, reader obviously has anxiety, reader is basically breaded for heirs, kylo is awkward (the dude doesn’t have social skills. at all. whatsoever), even though he still has some rizz (call him kylo rizz if you would), a good ending? idk guys remember kylo just isn’t a great person and the first order isn’t a good organization too

a/n a long warning list 😬. anyways i never get notes on kylo fics but i simply do not care. i love writing new content for this man. he deserves it all.

summary Kylo tries being the husband Y/N always wanted him to be

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read time: 9 mins 40 seconds

Watching you felt almost wrong. The neglect he’s given you through the years- the pain you’ve felt and him not caring about you for as long as he’s known you.

He didn’t deserve to watch this beautiful sight of his family, the family he didn’t even want. The family he wasn’t even apart of. You two were an arranged marriage, married for political reasons. He needed an heir, your father needed peace on your home planet. You and your children had always been a nuisance to him. 

You had given up on the romantic attempts years ago. But something in this sight, something about you right then made him sick. Something made him click taking in this view from the balcony on the hill.

For weeks he had longing feelings of sadness. He hated admitting it and rejected it as much as he could, but light was seeping into the cracks. His moods began to lighten softly, not enough for you to notice but enough to scare him. Now looking down and feeling this, it was just a confirmation of what was really happening to him.

The sun shown down on your beautiful yellow dress that was layed out on the grass. Your hair was up in intricate braids due to the heat on Naboo, the tiny loose strands were swaying in the wind. The field you sat in was just off a short cliff, the beautiful rural city and coast were just feet away. The perfect escape between the busy city and the old city. The mansion sat atop the hill, separating the two separate terrains. You were on a vacation and had begged him to come for the sake of his children.

Your oldest son ran around you in circles, playing with a TIE one of his father’s assistants bought him for Christmas. Kylo couldn’t be bothered to celebrate, let alone give gifts. Henry was just shy of his sixth birthday. His blonde hair was messy and in need of a cut sometime soon. His gray tunic and black pants matched his father’s aesthetic a little too much for your liking. Running around, he made engine sounds as the ship would like a typical 5 year old.

Your youngest daughter sat in front if you, playing with some wildflowers she had plucked into an array of ‘jewlery’. She was three. Unlike her brother, she had beautiful strong brown hair. Unbeknownst to you, it completely mirrored her grandmothers. You had her hair in your hands, coming through it with your fingers trying to decide what design to attempt today. Amala squirmed as she attempted to join her brother, but you kept her in place in your lap. She was to learn to be a lady as you were. Her dark pink dress was spread out in front of her.

Kylo watched you as the pit in his stomach felt odd. It had always been empty, but this time something ached inside of it. He had never had any interest in you. The times you ever had sex were intended and resulted in children, exactly what he needed. He cared more about Henry than Amala. Henry was the oldest and the heir to the First Order. But work called. He was never a family man, he was never meant to be a family man.

These feelings continued to conflict him throughout the night.

As the sun set you came in with the children. The nannies took them upstairs and readied them for bed. You took your place at the long dinner table. On the opposite side sat your husband- legally.

Over the years you obviously lusted for other men. You didn’t even dare act on your thoughts, or barely thought the thoughts at all. You knew Kylo would have their heads within seconds. With an absent husband emotionally and physically it was hard. In the first few years of your marriage, you struggled with fertility problems. Life was so lonely without the children. He grew angrier and angrier with you each time you got your cycle and your anxiety got so bad that it soon stopped. Your doctor moved you to separate chambers and eventually Henry was conceived after years of trying.

You felt like a failure before your son was born.

After copious amounts of treatment during your pregnancy, Henry was born. And then a while after that Supreme Leader Snoke granted you permission to have another. An heir and a spare.

You and Kylo sat silently eating your dinner. Over the years, you had perfected your etiquette. No slurping your wine, no scratching of the fork on the plate. At dinner you would mostly go over your thoughts from the day. The tuition papers you had to sign for Henry’s first school next year. Amala refusing to listen to her nanny and requesting her mommy really warmed your heart. The beautiful memory of that day you had spent with the children. The fact that you were doing it alone and was so good at it.

He listened to your thoughts. You knew he did. No datapad, no work bot giving him constant coded updates you didn’t understand. Tonight it was just the two of you. Two strangers eating dinner together. The show, the facade had to go on. Media wise you two were the loveliest couple in the galaxy. In reality, you spoke maybe once a week.

“R-80!” you called from the dining room. Kylo’s head shot up from his plate of food to see you waiting on the cleaner droid. You had finished the meal and was waiting to leave this awkward encounter.

The droid came around and you began to exit the room. His hand deliberately reached out for yours as you walked past him to get to the door.

A tiny gasp escaped your lips. You stopped and pulled your hand back, a concerned look was on display.

You were begging in your mind for this to had been an accident.

“It was no accident,” he said strongly. His deep voice boomed through your ears. You forgot how powerful it could be sometimes.

For the first time in years Kylo was feeling anxiety. Over something so minuscule, speaking to his wife. His eyes met and darted over your face. He recognized the braid pattern in your hair. You had worn it on your wedding day. Rarely he had seen it on you, depending if he even noticed you on the daily. His eyes were drawn to your dark lipstick on the lips that were slightly pursed.

“Your hair-” he said. Your eyes flicked up to the window, looking for any sign of a reflection.

Did he hate it, was he about to tell you to never wear it again? Was a strand so obviously out of place? Hell, why was he even speaking to you in the first place?

“It’s how it was on our wedding day, if I remember correctly.”

You nodded your head. Heat rose to your cheeks. This is the longest conversation you two have had in months.

He stared into your eyes. He forgot just how beautiful you really were. They were still the same as always, but this time with a few unnoticeable lines around them. You refused to meet his gaze, staring forward at the distorted mirroring of the room in the window.

Ten years in with two kids, you had managed to keep up with yourself and your appearances. For what, you really weren’t sure anymore.

“May I be excused? I would like to go check on the children.” you asked, avoiding his eye contact.

“Yes, one moment.” he said, his hand reaching out for yours. You hesitantly took it.

Kylo took a deep breath. Even though he seemed calm and composed, inside of his head the red alarm was going off. The urge to even ask you this went against everything he believed in. The twist in his stomach snapped. He gave in to the light feelings, begging for more after how good he felt after asking you a simple question.

“May I sleep with you in your chambers tonight?”

Your brows furrowed. “D-did you talk to the Supreme Leader? Did he give you permission for another?” you asked him, worried. You loved your children but you had no say in having them. The Supreme Leader could make you give birth to an army if he willed.

“No, no. This isn’t about sex.” he assured you. Of course you assumed it was about sex. It was the only time he ever really spoke to you. A slight relief flew off your shoulders.

You sighed, taking your hand from his. “I’m going to check on the children.”

Your heels clicked down the empty hallway. Something in you secretly hoped that he would follow you to see the children, but you knew your husband.

You were baffled in his sudden change of heart. He hadn’t shared a bed with you since- well, since Amala was conceived. You didn’t deny his request, but neither confirmed it.

Your thoughts kept you company as you walked down the many corridors and hallways of the mansion.

The large door was cracked, left like that by the nannies. They knew your routine better than anyone else. Amala was sleeping closest to the door. The canopy above her bed was swaying from the wind of the open window. Henry was laying on his stomach in a deep sleep, his limbs all sprawled out over the large bed.

A smile rose to your face as you quietly closed the door. Your heart was full once again. No more doubt plagued the poor, confused thing from dinner.

You made your way to your chambers. You passed what you knew was Kylo’s. Shockingly, the door was open. You caught a glimpse of him working at his desk. He looked too large for the thing, trumping the tiny chair in size. The patio was open and the moonlight rushed in, lighting his room ominously.

He caught a glimpse of your flowing yellow dress passing his room. He wanted to finish up a few papers before bed, but in his heart he knew he had to neglect his work for one night.

He mustered up enough courage to knock on your door. A sweet “Coming!” came from inside. Within seconds, your door was open and he was met with your fresh face. You had changed into your night robes and had your natural hair down on your shoulders. The bathroom light was on and he noticed the fresh mint scent coming from your breathe.

Your night maids hadn’t been around yet, he presumed.

Something in your look, your energy died a bit when you saw him.

How had he never noticed? How could all these feelings, these guilt trips be plaguing him now, suddenly? What changed?

“We’re you hoping for a maid?” he asked, following you into the large room. He locked the door behind him.

You sat down back at your vanity, pulling your brush out of the drawer.

“No.” you replied. He knew you were lying.

The bed creaked as Kylo sat down. His dark grey dress pants were perfectly ironed and didn’t crease at the contact. He itched at his black turtleneck, swiping the cuff with his finger. He could hear his watch ticking from his wrist. The room was cold.

“May I ask why you wanted to be here?” you asked, a certain confidence in your voice had occurred. Turning now to face him, you finished brushing your hair and placed your hairbrush back in the drawer.

“Honestly darling, I’m really not sure.”

Darling?

If you weren’t so poised your jaw would have been on the floor.

“Today I saw a sight. You with the kids in the field.”

“Oh Kylo, there children. There’s nothing wrong with them playing in a field if this is what this is about-”

“No. I-”

Kylo Ren had never felt himself speechless before, yet again choking up at the sight of his family he used to despise.

Your tucked your chair back into your vanity. Now standing infront of the cowardly man, you waited for his response.

His hand cradled his forehead as he stared at the floor, watching your perfectly manicured feet come into frame.

That’s when he let his first sob out in years. You quickly embraced him in your arms, his forehead finding a resting place against your stomach. Your hands sprawled over his back in a cautious way. Peeking over ever so slightly, you checked if he had his lightsaber on his belt. Thank the gods he didn’t, you were afraid he would cut you into two.

Nobody had ever seen Kylo Ren cry.

“I don’t understand what you are getting at.” you whispered to him. Another sob came out, you began to rub his back.

“I-I am such a fool.” he managed to speak. His eyes looked up into yours, finally making contact for the first time in forever.

The look on your face was baffled.

“What have I been doing? I have a family- a wife? So much neglect, so much hate. How are you still here, my dear? How have I not driven you away, or driven you to worse? I-I have two children. Two beautiful children I don’t know and such a beautiful wife that I’m strangers with. So many years wasted. How did it take me ten years to see this? How did one small instance make my life come crumbling down around me?” he asked, bawling out his words.

You were speechless.

“I want to learn- please. How do I have such an amazing person with me and I don’t know the slightest thing about her? Tell me, w-what’s your middle name?” he went on, now holding you by the hips and eagerly speaking.

And that’s when it really hit you. You two were strangers.

“Amala,” you muttered out. “Oh! T-that makes so much sense—in our daughter. Her name,”

“What are there names, please tell me.” he seemed to beg.

“Henry Cornelius Benjaq Ren, Amala Charress Bryneri Ren.” you answered, a smile emerging on your lips.

Was this too good to be true?

Kylo was stunned of Henry’s middle name. Benjaq. There was no way you knew of his real name. The coincidence hurt him even more.

“Cornelius and Charress…” he pondered. “They sound so familiar are they…”

“My parents.” you answered him. “King Cornelius! How could I forget? Oh Y/N. I have neglected you for so long. How could you ever forgive me?”

His voice sounded genuine. “It’s definitely going to take time.” you sighed. Suddenly the years of loneliness and suffering flashed back in your mind. You broke away from his embrace and walked to the open balcony, giving him an invitation to follow.

“I will try. Please Y/N, let me.” he begged, following you outside.

The warm air brushed against your cool skin. You sighed, wishing you would wake up from this nightmare and your husband would be back. Did someone poison his food?

The yearning for anyone’s touch seeped into your mind. Watching all the other royal couples around the galaxy, they all seemed to love eachother. Hands touching almost constantly, sneaking a kiss or two at events. It was rare that you even got a photo with Kylo at the parties you would attend.

“I know,” he sighed, taking your hands into his. “I wish I could make it all go away.” he said with remorse.

The waves crashed against the sand. The wind was beginning to pick up. Your hair began to sway in the slight breeze. “Make it then,” you whispered, grazing a hand against his cheek. You dared giving him any sign of affection. You were half expecting him to pull his lightsaber out and cut you in half, just as you thought before. Something felt so wrong, but so right.

You kissed your husband for the first time since your wedding day. His lips were slightly chapped and you could taste the negroni he was drinking at dinner. The moon show down on the both of you, and the feeling he felt seemed to pass on to you. Force sensitive or not, the force was in your favor tonight. You felt the remorse and the pain he had been harboring for years. All the sleepless nights over work and heartache over his past life. You seemed to dilute all of that inside of him. You were the missing piece he was looking for all along. The thing he wanted the least was now his prized possession; his wife, the mother of his children, his Queen, his Empress.

All of that love came back. The feeling of when he was a little boy and still had light into him entered his heart once again. Ben Solo seeped through the cracks of his dark, broken heart.

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bedtime kisses - carmen berzatto au

in which valentine's day looks different when you and one of the girls are sick | fem/mom!reader, girl!dad carmy

Ever since you met Carmy, February 14th looked similar every year: a romantic dinner between the two, him spoiling you and you not being able to say no because it's Valentine's Day (so you spoil him in return and reply with a cheeky, "it's Valentine's!") probably with jewlery or flowers.

This year though, things would be different. Not only did they have two kids now, but Willow had brought home a stomach bug from daycare, and you were now dealing with the leftovers. But, thankfully he had Aurora to help him plan the perfect Valentine's Day. Taking her to the store for her blabbing opinion on flowers. She picked out yellow ones for her and Willow, and he picked out roses for you.

Then, it was back home to the kitchen. Preparing you some heart shaped foods that were known to help people feel better - toast, eggs, even some vegetables in a soup - all day. Being the parent who rarely got sick, he helped Willow make some hearts out of paper, and even got to help with making cards for you, himself and both girls.

He knocked on the door, carrying a tray of his heart veggie soup and water with some medicine, waiting for your soft "come in" that threatned to break his heart. He balanced the tray on one knee, pushing open the door. "Hi, you." You greet, smiling as Willow lays curled up near you.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" He asks softly. "Fine, for the most part. I'm sorry Valentine's Day got ruined." You frown as he shakes his head, setting the tray down and sitting beside you, being mindful of the sleeping toddler nearby. "Don't be, honey. All that matters is you and the girls are okay. I like how our Valentine's Day looks." He says, rubbing your leg.

You smile, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you. You're the best father, and best husband." You say softly as you press your warm forehead against his. He hums, taking your hand and placing a kiss on the inside of your palm. "All thanks to you, sweetheart. Now, eat up and then I am spoiling you with gifts. And the girls, too." He says as you laugh quietly.

He only left when he heard Aurora crying over the baby monitor, scooping her up from her crib. "It's your first Valentine's Day, huh? Big day for you." He says in his baby talk voice. Aurora's been more attached to you lately, and you were wary of being near her and getting her sick. As long as he keeps his voice light, though, she doesn't notice you're gone.

So far, Valentine's Day as a family of four was a success.

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Ella OC post

( very unfinished but will be edited as i add to her character)

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Name - Ella Hvalheim

Class - First year Class C

Homeland - Norway

Height - 180cm

Birthday - Kept secret, because she hates parties and big groups of people. Only Jade and Ortho know, Ace and Deuce cant be trusted with secrets lol

Dorm - Ramshackle

Twisted from - Belle (beauty and the beast(grim lol)

Hobby - Reading and drawing and walks at night or during gloomy weather such as fog and rain.

Likes - Pretty scenery, sleeping, painting, and Pavlova.

Dislikes - Unskippable dialogue, bright light (the sun), people who mess up books and bend pages, and Crowley✨️

Best subject - Alchemy

Club - Mountain lovers club

Talent - Patience and really steady hands.. i guess?? And a big vocabulary hjdsfdsfhj very much "um actually-" potential

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A magicless person from a different dimension, stuck living with a direbeast in a run down dorm belonging to a prestegious school for magic. A terrified stranger to this world, Ella avoids people like the plague and is often found seeking comfort in the school library, or locked away in her room. Books are everything to her, wether its fiction, textbook, sketchbook, or picturebook, she allways has at least one nearby.

Despite being soft-spoken and anxious, she has trouble saying no when people ask her to join stuff, and ends up getting dragged along by her friends into all sorts of stupid nonsense.

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Smaller "fun facts" i guess??

She has snake bites, and pierced ears.

In her original world she had a lot of silver and steel jewlery, as it is worn for protection in old times in Norway out of superstition. ( mythical creatures were often thought to be allergic to the metal. Such as fae, Nøkken, etc) Though after being brought to twisted wonderland she really only has one neckalce and a pair of earrings, that she refuses to remove at all costs gjlkdfskjfdjk

She really REALLY likes studying folklore and myths, and the thought of being in a new world with new books to read... shes jittering alone in the dark of her room from chugging coffe so she can stay up and read more fdshkhdshdfsaslijisadoiu

She keeps a journal that she writes about her "new discoveries" in Twisted wonderland, writing down peoples names, birthdays, likes and dislikes, the plants that are simmilar to home, and stories about her new life here etc. Its all written in Norwegian so that nobody would be able to read it though teehehehehee

Other characters thoughts and interactions with her-

this part will expand as i remember and come up with stuff dfshdsksfd

Grim -

BESTIEE !! LITTLE KITTIE !! SO CUTE !! very much an emotional support cat. Lets her hold and pet him when she gets stressed. Pretends to disslike all the attention due to his pride, but deep down worries about her and likes being held. She brushes his fur and ties his ribbon for him all the time, its relaxing to her.

Grim takes on the role of "the beast" while Ella is "the beauty" as they live together in ramshackle. Like the beast, hes self centered, rude, inconsiderate, and deep down, very very lonely. Ella scolds him all the time for his behaviour, but not out of disliking him, rather because she worries about him. After a rocky start, they build a strong friendship.

Heartslabyul-

Riddle- He likes her since shes quiet, polite, and tries very hard with her studies. Though he wishes she would talk more, and not mumble so quietly all the time. Him and Ella get along, and hes even helped her with her studies a few times, taking pity on her for not being from this world, and explaining things to her. It messes with his ego slightly when she says hes "so smart!" when he answers her questions, saying hes such a cool housewarden. And yes hes a little upset about their height difference, but pretends not to be.

Trey- Helps him with carrying groceries during trips to buy baking ingredient from Sams,

Cater - On her first week of school she asked him where the school library was, two seconds go by and shes been draged into extroverted shenanigans including Lillia and Kalim. He felt a little bad after learning she has social anxiety, so sometimes he invites her to hang just the two of them.

Ace- Thinks its both boring and calming how she doesnt really do much, he comes to ramshackle with Deuce for weekly study time. Ella helps them with the subject they struggle with, and they help her with hers.

Deuce-

Savanaclaw-

Leona - Stepped on his tail and has been avoiding him ever since, she thinks hes still upset with her.

Ruggie- Wants to pet his ears really really bad.. but stays away from him for the most part.

Jack- She often sees him going for runs when she goes for her walks, hes invited her to join before but she has a hard time keeping up, she still joins him once in a while though. They bond over both being from a colder place, and they suffer together dyring the summer fdkjldfsjkfdsjfj. Ella is from our universe (real life lol) and is from north Norway, so both her and Jack sit in an iflatable kids pool full of ice during the summer sjhfdfdsfdh

Octavinelle-

Azul- Tried to hire her as a janitor for the lounge when Jade told him about her strong dislike for people, thinking it would pique her interrest to have a job with little to no people bothering her. But when he tried to ask her, his overly buisnessy talk and unnerving aura scared her so bad she ran away..

Jade- BESTIES They met when they were partnered up for a project in alchemy, and despite his.. creepy vibe, way of talking, and such, they start to get along, and eventually become friends.

Yes the slenderman drawing i made is the canon way he made her join the club, and yes she knows about slenderman ( cause creepy folklore stuff!! weeeeee!!) and yes she tought he might be real in this universe and almost cried.

Floyd- Had a massive giggle fit when she explained Nøkken to him, and now wont stop joking about drowning her in lakes, and asking if her and Jade found any cool lakes during club activities.

Scarabia-

Kalim- OH DEAR GOD WHY

She doesnt dislike him, he just.. hes a lot.. A LOT

Jamil- Very very thankfull for him keeping Kalim distracted when shes around fsahjsahfdhjgfh

Pomefiore-

Vil- no no no no no no

Rook - Her first meeting with him was when she was still a janitor at the school (before crowley let her and grim be students) when he was doing his usual Rook stuff.. and following people.. He gave her the school uniform she wears, it was a leftover pomefiore shirt and skirt, esetially dragging her off to Pomefiore to play dress up fsdkhfdss. As a hunter, he sort of takes the role of Gaston since shes based on Belle, but you know.. less gross.. Just yet another extrovert who haunts her fddffdshjfdsklgfkjlgfk

Epel- She had a massive giggle fit when he told her what his name was dsfdsjhfdshfds Epel sounds like saying Apple in norwegian but with a thick dialect.

Ignihyde-

Idia- Tec-illiterate normie.. but also a friend of Ortho, so he tollerates her fdshfsdsdfaiai

Ortho - Shes in the same class as him, he sees a lot of similarities between her and Idia, hes the first friend she made at the school willingly. Very much the "she said no pickles" friend, and has often talked for her when she gets too scared. Ella is almost entirely tech-illiterate and gives Idia a headache when she asks the most basic questions, but Ortho remains understanding of her situation of being from an entirely different world where not only tech is different, but icons, symbols and terminology as well. He at some point wrote down the basics for her on a sheet of paper that she now keeps in her journal.

Diasomnia-

Malleus- Nightwalk besties

Silver-

Sebek- Oh dear god no

Lillia- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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P.1 Marauders era (boys) Six things:

James:

-gold jewlery

-long eyelashes

-smile bigger then the sun

-loves gardening

-can do the splits (uses it as a party trick)

-6'0

Sirius:

-cascading waterfall of curls

-deap ocean eyes

-resting sad face

-chaotic good

-hot cocoa drinker

-5'9

Remus:

-sweaters

-brown eyes that shine gold

-owns a flip phone

-only wears green and brown tones

-has a scar on his knee from a potion explosion 

-6'4

Peter:

-chess genius

-nose freckles

-loves herbology

-fuzzy socks

-has a 9 step sikncare routine

-5'6

Barty jr:

-little pants little shirt

-noticed but never seen

-always smells like lemon cake

-geinus

-loves watching thor

-6'7

Evan:

-loves anything strawberry

-has natural white hair and eyelashes

-stretch marks

-horrible eyesight but refuses to wear glasses

-nonbinary transmasc

-5'11 (says he's 6'1) 

Regulus:

-one storm grey eye & one light blue with a mix of emerald 

-trans

-secretly loves taylor swift (favorite album is fearless)

-rbf

-blind in one eye (the grey one) 

-5'3

Frank:

-raises cattle

-has a scar on his jaw (from walking into a wall)

-always wearing a hat

-loves ABBA

-has a sheep named barbie

-6'0

Lucius:

-first 2 years at hogwarts his hair was always in french braids

-gray eyes looked green in the sun

-practiced rbf

-swings cane like a baton

-loves horses

-6'2

Xenophilius:

-so pale you could see almost every vain and so that his eyes almost look purple

-trans

-taps feet to the song stuck in his head

-corduroy jackets

-loves playing card games

-5'8

✨ok those are them! girls are next

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Hi! You can cult! sagau fatui, where Dottore proposes to Y/n (female reader! creator), that she would marry him? (And how would the harbingers react to this?)

I love your drawing, so cute.

*Note: the other harbingers have now become platonic*

The cults believed that anyone who married the Creator was going to become a God. However, now that you and Dottore have been together for three years, everyone was on edge. Pulcinella was glaring holes into Dottore.

"Hello sir, what do I own the pleasure?" Dottore asked.

"I know what your'e planning, you're just trying to become a god!" The old rooster yelled.

Dottore laughed and rolled his eyes. He can't believe that Pulcinaella believed all those stories and myths about becoming a god by marrying the Creator. Dottore told Pulcinella that he didn't have any dreams of becoming a god and that he just loved you.

Glaring Pulcinella did the "I'm watching you" motion and walked away.

That night, Dottore took you to a nice resturant then to a ballet before you both ended up in the botanical garden. While looking at the flowers, Dottore figeted with a small jewlery box in his hand. The box had a black velvet exterior with a pink cushion inside. Sitting on that cushion was a ring.

The ring was the prefect size for the your ring finger, the band itself was the finest Dragonspine Starsilver, the band was thick with the phrase "My beloved star" on the inside. The center gem was a heart shaped Condessence Crystal. Half of the band was a mix of Clearwater Jade with Noctilucous Jade, while he other half was a mix of Trishirate and a type of Mondstadt crystal. Hehad saved up Mora to afford this ring, and he has gone to Sandrone and Pantalone to figure out what metals, stones, and styles would be best. Once he figured out what he needed to know, he saved Mora to buy the ring for you.

In his other hand, he was holding a bouquet of Glaze Lilles, Calla Lillies, and Sakura Flowers. These flowers all hold special means. Glaze Lillies for ethereal love, Calla Lillies mean new beginning, and Sakura means renewal and optimism.

Now, here under the moon, in this botanical garden, he's going to propose to you. He gets your attention by tapping your shoulder and calling you the nickname he alwayed used, Калла (Kalla).

"Калла, may I ask you something?" Dottore asked.

"Yes, my love?" You asked.

He sits you on the stone bench, and stands in front of you.

"My dear Калла, you're the best thing to ever happen in my life. You love me for me, despite being a powerful God. Now, I know I'm not going to live as long as you, but I want to spend what time I have left with you."

Holding your hand in his right, he smiles.

"Now, I have one question to ask you," Dottores says.

"What is it?" You ask.

He gets on one knee and pulls the ring box, now open, out of his pocket. The ring shines in the soft moon light from the garden skylight.

"Will... Will you marry me?" Dottore ask.

He hopes you'd say yes, he truly wanted to make a life with you. He sees you look at him, his hope starts to die. If you said no, he would be crushed.

"Yes! Yes! Oh yes, Dottre!" You exclaimed.

He pulls the flowers out from behind his back and gives them to you. He then picks you up bridal style and peppers your face with kisses.

You two hope to keep the news private for a week... But that goes out the window.

What you two didn't know, is that Pulcinella tasked other harbingers to spy on the date, including the proposal.

Now, there are harbinger meetings every month. Dottore and you planned to keep the proposal a secret for a month, just in case things don't work out. But of course that will go out the the window soon.

Dottore walks through the doors, and is immediately grabbed by the fur of his jacket but a very old, a very short, and a very angry rooster, a.k.a Pulcinella.

"Sir, you shouldn't be grabbing you your superior," Dottore says, teasingly.

"I don't care! You have no right to marry my granddaughter!" Pulcinella yells, violently shaking Dottore.

"Our granddaughter," Pierro corrects.

Pulcinella makes a remark about absentee grandparents, the focuses back on Dottore.

As this whole mess is going down, the other harbingers are having they're own thoughts.

Pierro is kind of worried, knowing how strange Dottore. He'll worry for your safety now that you two might get married, and he was hoping you'd pick someone immortal. Now, he judges the hell out of the ring. Tries to beat down Dottore about it. Is on your grandpa's side.

Capitono is conflicted. On the one hand, you're gonna be happy with Dottore. On the other hand, it's Dottore the deranged scientist. He will act as a barrier between you two. He doesn't see the function of the ring, but he finds it really nice and a sweet gesture. Is torn between listening to Pulcinella, and making you happy.

Columbia is so happy. She has always shipped you two behind Pulcinella's back. She's happy you at least picked a harbinger. Thinks the ring is beautiful and is thankful for Dottore choosing something nice for you.

Arlecchino is having... mixed emotions. She's a "Father" so romance is touchy for her. You're her adopted niece, and you might marry the person who has committed human experiments and other awful things. She keeps it a secret from Lyne, Lynette, and Freminet, until it's clear you two are stable. For now she'll join you grandpa in judging Dottore's every move, and praying for his downfall.

Scaramouche is clearly expressing his dislike of this whole thing. He hates Dottore, so that fact that you two might get married infuriates him to no end. He will actively try to break you two up. He acts as the attack dog of Arlecchino and Pulcinella for the relationship.

Pantalone is smiling and laughing as the fireworks explode. He knew that Dottore's proposal would cause chaos, which is why he helped him pick the ring. So, now, he is trying to play no sides while knowing full well that he helped make this mess. He is rooting for you two behind peoples back.

La Signora... is very much the protective auntie. She gives you romance advice and also glares at Dottore. She is the only one to give you actual romance advice, while also threatening burn Dottore to a crisp should he break your heart. Is upset that you'll be lonely once Dottore dies as you two get older.

Sandrone smiles and stares at Dottore, but it's not in a friendly manner. She now makes threats against Dottore's safety, in her head. She now has her many robot spys keeping an eye on Dottore, waiting for him to mess up. She'll remind you that, "you can tell me anything dear,"

Childe is over the moon. He's so happy his friend is getting engaged... until he learns who it is. Dottore is a higher rank, so Childe can't do anything physical. He will, however, be the most passive aggressive man in Teyvat. He isn't actually trying to break you two up, he just wants to make Dottore doesn't do anything to you. If Dottore looks like he'll hurt you, Childers will murder him for you.

[desswright29]

Sandcastles

Word count: 4.7k

Contains: Angst, Sad Shuri, emotional, Love Making, Happy Ending

Another Sad Love Song

The tention in Shuri’s shoulders sat heavier as she shut the door to the garage behind her. Music rang throughout the house. Upbeat drums and melodic piano set an almost jovial mood, but Shuri knew better. She knew if she listened close enough to the lyrics. It’d be yet another sad love song. She released an exhale placing her keys on the key rack, took off her coat to hang, and placed her lab shoes in the cubby.

Making her way to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator pulling out vegetables and the fresh steak that she’d gotten from the butcher yesterday. Today would be different, she told herself. It was a special day and things would lighten up. They had to. She set everything on the island before heading upstairs to change into clothes more suitable for cooking. She tried to keep that ounce of hope that she’d mustered up up in the kitchen. But as her footsteps inches closer to your shared bedroom she could feel the energy being sucked from her body. The energetic music had changed crushing the bit of hope that remained as the lyrics smacked her in the chest.

“Why does it hurt so bad, Why do I feel so sad.”

Once again, she was correct. Another song that told the story of your pain stifled the air of the once warm home filled with beautiful memories. Most of the time it felt cold and draining now. A consistent guilt was always gripping at Shuri’s chest. It was begining to wear her down. 

Placing a smile on her face she opened the door to the room hoping that if she appeared to be in a good mood it would somehow transfer over to you. She was surprised to find you sitting at your vanity fully dressed placing finishing touches to your make up. Her smile widened a bit more at the sight of her beautiful girlfriend all done up. In one fell swoop, all hope had come back to Shuri. Had you remembered and made plans for the two of you today? You glance up looking at her in the mirror, you slightly nod your head in acknowledgment of her presence. 

“Griot, turn down the music.” Shuri calls as she stares at you from the doorway. She stepped further into the room. “Wow, thando you look amazing! What’s the occasion?” She asked. A smirk turned up the corner of her lips.

“Headed out with the girls tonight.” You say simply, releasing your curls from the loose bun you’d placed them in, and fluffing them out. Shuri immediately deflated. Her eyes began to sting. 

“Uh..I-I had hoped that you and I could have a night in together. I thought I’d make us some dinner and we could relax and watch some of our favorite movies.” At one point in the relationship Shuri saying those words would have made your face light up. You would’ve put on matching pajama’s ran down stairs and helped her cook, laughed and danced together, and the movie would’ve watched as the two of you made love not even half way through. 

But nothing in your face changed and neither did your intentions. “Rain check? I’ve already told the girls I’d hang.” 

Shuri’s head dropped as she bit into her bottom lip. She nodded. “Yea.. yea ok. Have fun.” With that she walked away. Going into her closet she stripped off her clothes for the day placing them into her clothing hamper and finding her lounge wear. A grey sweat suit would do. She glanced on top of her glass jewlery case looking at a watch that you’d bought her exactly four years ago today. 

On your anniversary. 

“To my forever” was engraved in the back. She grabbed the watch holding it in her palm, her thumb grazing over the inscription as she slid to the floor with her back against the closet island.  

She quickly rubbed her hand over her face once again feeling the sting on tears coming on. Could she really shed tears over this? Was she allowed to be hurt and exhausted with her situation? This was all her doing. She’d lost the loving, and affectionate woman that she’d once had due to her own inability to remain faithful. Somehow, she’d managed to get you back after a year break up. Without you she’d gone insane. Fought tooth and nail to fix her mistake. She’d done everything in her power to get you back. And it’d worked. Physically you were right here. Tangible. Except, it really hadn’t. 

She quickly shook it off. There was no room for her to feel sorry for herself. Standing to her feet she placed the watch on her wrist and walked out of the closet. 

You were now grabbing your trench that had been drapped across the bed preparing to leave. Shuri stood awkwardly in the center of the room. Watching as you shrugged on your coat.

“How long are you planning to be out?” 

“Not sure. I’ll let you know. I’m headed out.” You walked over to her placing a kiss on her cheek before nothing was left of you but the lingering scent of your perfume. 

She headed back down stairs to the kitchen. She washed her hands, thinking about where she went wrong, preparing to make dinner for one on her anniversary. 

3 am rolled around and Shuri sat alone in the darkness of the living room. A blunt rolled to perfection sat between her fingers. Her mind to preoccupied to take on any other stimulation. You still hadn’t returned home and numbness had taken over her body. She’d sent several text. All unanswered. She kept trying to remind herself she deserved this. But did she? Really? You said you forgave her. So how much longer could she take being punished? 

The front door opened. Soon the sound of your heels clicking against the marble floors followed. As you entered the living room humming a tune, Shuri could no longer hold back. She brought the sativa to her lips taking a deep draw, holding it in for awhile before releasing through her nose. 

“Do you even still love me?” You gasped. Your hand flying up to your chest in shock from having not seen Shuri on the couch. “Fuck Shuri! You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing up sitting in the dark!” You walked over turning on the lamp next to the couch. The light illuminating Shuri’s tear stained face. Shuri’s low eyes scanned your body as you examined her face. She had learned long ago to swallow her emotions after everything she’d lost. So her tears were not to be taken lightly. 

Shuri took another puff of the blunt turning away from you. “I’m sorry sthandwa.” She whispered. Smoke escaping her mouth as she spoke. “I don’t know how many more ways I can say it or put it into action.” A single tear rolled down her cheek as you stood quietly not knowing what to say. “I-I’m exhausted. Everything feels so h-heeeeavy.” She almost heaved the words. “I work hard, and I come home to a house that almost feels like a jail cell. It’s so cold, so suffocating. It hurts. Because I remember what it used to be. I don’t know if I’m allowed to feel it because I hurt you. I know I shattered your love, trust and admiration for me into millions of little pieces. I know how uncalled for the pain that I caused you was. And everyday I’m trying to pick up those pieces. Slicing my fingers and gluing my wounds shut until it burns. Every time I feel like I’m making just a little progress it feels like somebody comes and crushes it under their foot, and now im back at square one.” 

She tsked leaning forward to place her poison in the ashtray. Sitting back into the couch she still couldn’t look at you. “I-I’m breaking y/n. I can’t take it and I need to know that you still l-love me. That I still have a chance to make this better.” She broke. Her hands shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to control her breathing. 

You rush over to her kneeling on the floor in front of her. “Shuri calm down.” You grab her hands attempting to ground her. But she was gone in a full fledge panick attack. You lifted yourself from the floor and straddled her lap. You grabbed her pulling her into you holding her tight. Lying her head on your bossom. “Shuri I do love you. I love you sooo much. Breath for me please! Calm down.” Shuri’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist. As if you’d float away if she let go. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You kept repeating as her breathing slowly became more controlled. Your chin rested atop her head, fingers running through her curls as you rocked her back and forth humming a tune.

You realized this had been the most affection you’d given her in a year. “I’m so sorry Shuri.”

Shuri could only continue to hold onto you. Soaking in your embrace that had been so vividly absent. The feel of your body pressed against hers. The feel of your fingers carressing her scalp. The feeling of you, your essence, your calm gave her a peace that she hadn’t felt in such a long time.

“I don’t want you to be sorry.” Her muffled speech vibrated against your breast. “I just want to make it better baby. I want you to love me the way you did before. I need you to tell me what you need me to do? I know what I did will always be apart of our story. And if I could change that I would. But I can’t. I need you to know that I’m doing everything in my power sthandwa. Do you believe you could ever trust me again?”  You remove your arms from around Shuri’s neck and attempt to remove yourself from her lap. She held you tighter looking up into your eyes with those eyes you loved so much. They were pleading with you.“Baby Please don’t move.” She spoke softly. 

For the past year you spent the majority of your time trying to ignore the effect your girlfriend had on you. Trying with all your might not to fall as hard as you did before. To subject yourself to the pain you’d gone through with her. But now sitting here looking down into the eyes you’d avoided for so long. Seeing the regret and what a toll the past year of trying to fix it had taken on her, made your feelings you’d swallowed bubble to the surface. It was time for this conversation to happen. Time to move forward. You settled onto you lovers lap grabbing onto her triceps, creating an air of closeness and connectivity, you lowered your guard. Letting out a cleansing breath you finally let go. 

“Shuri, I don’t know… did you trust me to love you the right way when you went- looking for something else… from someone else? What you’re trying to do now is what I tried to do back then! Love you! Make it easy for you. I want this to be right, but how will I know? I love you with everything in me… I just-“

“So you don’t.” Shuri cut you off. “You don’t believe that you can.” The eye contact was suddenly too much and her head dropped in defeat. “Baby I don’t know what else to do. You couldn’t possibly ever be happy with me if you still feel like this.”

You cup Shuri’s face, blinking away your tears. “Shuri… I need you to stop hating the person you were when it happened, and just love me. Be the person you are now! I watch the whole thing replay over and over again in your eyes every time you look at me! Like I’m your victim and not someone that you love! The pity…it gets to me! And I love you and hate watching you torture both of us with the redundancy of your mind. Give me you! Please… I miss you. Give me you… and what if—-if-“ Your mind wandered away and Shuri took the opportunity to speak once again.

“How? How if you keep rejecting me. You’ve been so cold.” You swallowed it was true. But you were giving it all you had at the moment before fear would grip you and pull you back into numbness. The idea you were seeking finally came forward in your mind.

“What if we need something new… you want the love I’ve had before but what if it’s changed? Does that have to be a bad thing? Shuri, look at me… really look at me. Don’t shy away… just look at me. I’m right here, now what? Maybe it’s not a matter of redemption… but a place of renewal. Shuri I want this, I want you. But I need you to stop holding on to who we were before all this. It hurts.”

“I’m looking sthandwa... and I’ve been watching you as well. Trying to get a glimpse of what you want from me. How am I supposed to not hate myself for what I did when every day I walk in this house it’s as if your constantly trying to remind me that I hurt you. The lack of affection. All the fucking sad songs. *Lip trembles* You’re right. I’m sure it has changed. Right now I’ll take anything. It doesn’t have to be the same. I just want it to get better.” Her response triggered a bit of your defensiveness. Shocking the both of you. But you both remained steadfast in your embrace. Still dedicated in letting each other know that you weren’t letting go.

“Shuri I deserve to grieve this! I deserve to handle the loss of it the way that I need to! You haven’t! You harbor it! And you resurrect it with every fiber of your being when you walk through that door with the same expectations! The same dimness! Your guilt touches me before your hands even want to…”

“No baby! I’m here. Right here and right now I’m this moment! What you’re seeing isn’t a resurrection of the past… it’s a reaction of the treatment that I’m receiving right now! It’s been a year… A year of us being stagnant in this. I’ve given you the room to grieve and you’re not acknowledging my effort…and out of fear of loosing you for making your hurt about me I shut up! I walk on eggshells. Trying not to make another mistake, and it still hasn’t been enough. You agreed to come back to me.. to try y/n. I’m not telling you you cannot grieve. I’m asking you if in your grief there is room for you to love me without fear. To know that I’m not going backwards.” 

“I’m sorry… I don’t want to be selfish but that was the only thing keeping me up for months. Being selfish with myself... with my love! Because Maybe I didn’t want room to grieve! Maybe I wanted to be in your arms! In your space! Goddamn it, Shuri I needed that reassurance! To know that you didn’t mean it! That you didn’t mean to do any of it! But we were both so afraid to feel ourselves that we wouldn’t just turn around and embrace each other! You just stood there and watched me run from you and cry! I can try to be more open with you just stop the silence! Stop the waiting and just tell me you need me as much as I need you! Tell me you didn’t mean it, baby! Tell me how to receive you! It’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t know how anymore!” 

Somehow the two of you managed to be even closer in your embrace. Shuri’s hands sat snug on your hips, your hands still gripping firmly at her biceps as tears flowed freely from the both of your eyes. With a sniffle Shuri began to speak.

“I believe we’ve found our dilemma. We both wanted the same thing and neither of us communicated it properly. You were afraid and so was I. That night *clears throat* when it happened I remember the hatred in your eyes when I tried to touch you. The screams from your cries that came from inside the house after you sent me away. I vowed to you and myself to never garner that reaction out of you again. I made a vow to myself that I’d be the one to fix it. But I still so the small flenches when I’d reach for you. The uncertainty in your eyes. All in all I understand now.. *grabs both of your hands between hers placing kisses on your knuckles*. You needed reassurance. *stares into your eyes* and I needed permission.”

For a moment you two sat in silence. Scanning eachothers faces as though you’d just met. As though you’d just discovered an unknown that had been sitting right in your face all along. 

Shuri brought your right hand back up to her mouth. Once again kissing your knuckles. “Do I?” Her lips moved to the pulse point on your wrist placing another light kiss. “Do I have your permission?” Another kiss in the center of your forearm sent shivers down your spine. 

“Please. I need you.” The rhythm of your heart picked up and your core leaked with want for the only woman you saw yourself with for the rest of your life. “Yes.” You whimpered. “Yes baby. Make love to me.”

Her hand released yours as she brought it up to caress your cheek. There’s so much warmth in her touch. Such an unspeakable love. Her eyes connected with yours. Filled with desire. “Are you sure? There’s no rush.” Without hesitation you nod. “There’s nothing in this world that I want more right now.”

Her hands traced down your arms until she held your hands and your fingers intertwine. Tears brimmed her eyes once again. “You’re … you’re my world… my life, my soul ubusi.” With that she leans in and kisses you with a passionate desperation. Not a wide-mouthed lust filled kiss. But a kiss of pure love an adoration. And when your tongues meet they caress eachother so softly, so gently as if to say “Hello, I’ve missed you.”

She lets go of your hands pulling your body gently against hers, your breast pressing into eachothers as your hands began to travel one another’s bodies. Your hips absentmindedly began to ground down into her. Her fingertips traveling up and down your spine setting your body aflame, causing you to press further into her. Every point of contact felt like perfection. You break the kiss lying your head on her shoulder. Crying softly as her fingers found the zipper to your dress, and with almost a painful slowness tooth by tooth, she unzips you and removes the straps from your shoulders. Her lips trailing kisses over your collar bone as she removes the dress from your upper half until it crumples at your waist.

Your fingers find the hem of her sweat shirt and you gently help her lift it over her head tossing it out of your sight. Both of your breast sat exposed, eager for the others touch. She presses you into her, her lips attaching themselves to your neck as she slowly inched her way down to your breast. You suck in a sharp breath as her tongue connects with your nipple. Releasing that breath with a slow “Ahhhhhh”. You’re body had missed her. Her hands slowly raised the remainder of your formfitting dress to meet the rest at your waist. Her hand then moved to your core brushing over the top of your lace panties, silky with your want for her. “Mmm” Shuri moaned at your wetness her mouth still attached to your breast.

Her thumb began to caress your bud as you chased the friction with your hips. “Oh.. oh god yes” your body trembled beneath her touch. Shuri couldn’t help herself. She slid your panties to the side. Easily slipping her middle finger into your wetness. “Fuuuck” she whispered. Pulling away from your breast she sat back and watched as your body ground against her finger before slipping another one inside. You threw your head back, leaning back and using her knees to brace yourself. Her mouth fell open watching you cream around her fingers, as your breast bounced. 

“Bast… so fucking creamy sweet girl. I gotta taste her.” The smell of sex already began to pervade the room as she effortlessly lays you back onto the couch. Some how. Some way you felt like a virgin again. You’d almost forgotten how sexy of a woman she was. The way she moved the way she handled you was driving you insane. She made you nervous.

Shuri climbs over top of you placing a light peck on your mouth, your chin, your throat, your chest, each of your breast. She kissed every inch of your body leaving no stone unturned. You feel yourself gush as she slides your panties and dress down your thighs. Once you’re completely naked she continues her journey to your sex.

“Oh Shuri please! Please put your mouth on me. I’ll be good for you.” You watched as her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. You knew what those words did to her. “Yea? You’ll be good for me?” The words oozed from her lips like the juiciest peach, making your core clench around nothing. “Yes daddy! I’m your good girl!” 

Before you knew it her head was between your thighs. Her tongue snaking up your labia, scooping up the dew of your love. Your back arched and you let out a sharp squeak as she found your clit and worshipped it. Once again a gentle finger enters you and you squeeze down on it. One of your hands reaches down and grabs at Shuri’s curls while the other plays with your breast. This felt different. Like a conjoining of the mind, body, and soul. 

“Don’t stop Shuri.. I’m close.. I’m so close”

Shuri hummed into your core as she slurped and sucked on your clit while curling her fingers inside of you, your body started to shake and your legs shut around Shuri’s head, your hips move up and down as she stuck out her tongue and allowed you to use her. “Uhn, uhn, uhn! Oh my god I’m cumming!” 

A wave a heat came over your body as you let out a deep groan. A light layer of sweat glistened on your body as your body came down from its high.

Shuri continued her ministrations, licking you clean. “You sound so pretty and you taste like heaven sweet girl. I need more.” She leans back over top of you kissing you slowly so that you could taste your nectar on her tongue. “Can you give me more sthandwa?”  You nod and she gently grabs your jaw looking you in the eye. “Use your words pretty girl.”

“Fuck! Yes Shuri.. you can have as much as you want.” A smile crept up on her lips as she reached down to wrap your arms around her shoulders and gripped your thighs swooping you into her arms and carrying you up the stairs to your room. Your thighs clenched around her body as you kissed along her jaw. Once you entered the room. She sat you gently on the bed. You reached up and began to suck on her nipples while tugging down her briefs and sweat pants until they pooled around her ankles. Her body shivered as you placed your hand between her thighs, moving your hand up and down against her clit. Her wetness dripped down her thighs as she gripped the back of your head. 

“Shit that feels so good, ubusi” she groaned. 

“Sit on my face.” You blurted out the words before you could think about it. She looked down at you shocked. “W-what.” 

“I want you to ride my tongue.” You lie back onto the bed and gestured for her to climb up your body. “So take a seat.” Shuri bit into her bottom lip and seductively climbed up your body, and suddenly her pretty pussy was hovering over your face glistening and looking unspeakably beautiful as she slowly lowered herself onto your mouth.

You closed your mouth around her clit and sucked hard as she began to grind. “Oooohh, ndifunxe (suck me)” Her hips stuttered above you and you lifted your head from the bed tongue kissing her clit. Her bud was so erect. It was like nothing you’d ever seen from her. “Oh Bast baby it feels too good! It feels so fucking good. I don’t wanna cum yet!” She removed herself from your mouth and you tried to hold her down. But she obviously won that battle. 

“Shuri!”

“ I want to cum inside you sthandwa.” She spread your legs placing her dripping cunt onto yours and began to move. “Oooouuu” you both moaned simultaneously. The slippery wet friction felt sooo good neither of you could hold it. Shuri began to speed up her thrust and you matched her rhythm. Gripping at her thighs. “BAST! I’m cumming. Ooouuuu you feel so good against me baby ahh uhn… uhn.. uhn… ahhhhh!” Shuri came harder than you’ve ever seen before. Her body trembled on top of you as she continued to slowly ride through her orgasam. 

You sat up and lie her on her back. Throwing her legs over your shoulders and cleaning up her mess. The taste of you orgasams combined was so deliciously erotic. You came up for air collapsing next to Shuri who looked at you mischievously. “What..” you say as you watched her bottom lip slide between her teeth. “Can I fuck you?” She stated explicitly. “I want to fuck my cum deep inside of that creamy pussy.”  You could only let out a seductive sigh as Shuri got on her knees and moved in between your legs. She pressed her Kimoyo beads activating her strap. 

She looked into your eyes. “You ready for me my love.”

“Yes, baby.”

She rubbed the tip of her strap around your soaking cunt. Reaching her hand down she stroked the lubricantion from your sex into her strap. She pushed your legs as far back as they could go and slowly pushed herself into you. “Oooooohhhh fuuuuck!” You screamed your pussy swollen from your previous orgasam. “Sh sh sh, I’ll take it slow”

“My god Shuri you fill me so good.” You moan. Her strokes became sharper as she spoke. 

“Yea. I promise, I’ll fuck you this good for the rest of our lives.” 

“Ahhh! Forever?”

“For fucking ever baby” 

She lowered herself to your ear. 

“Y/n, my life… uhn my love.. you’re my forever.” 

A tear rolled down your check from the pleasure and from her words. She picked up the pace reaching between you two rubbing your clit as she fucked you so perfectly. “I promise you’ll forever be s-safe with me. That I’ll never do a-anything but make you feel g-good fuuuckkk.” Her strokes became intentional as recognized you were about to cum. “Please yes please! I don’t want anyone else but you!” She trapped your lips against hers as she kissed you sloppily. You pulled away screaming. “I’m close baby!”

“Marry me Y/n.” Your eyes snapped open and you were met with Shuri’s serious face as she continued thrusting on top of you. Your eyes were big with shock.

“Marry me baby. I can’t live without you. Please-“

“YES! Yes I’ll marry you!” The excitement brought you both over the edge as you came holding each other. Shuri collapsed on top of you and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room as you came down from your collective highs. 

“So we’re getting married?” You ask after coming down. Making sure it wasn’t some orgasmic blurb. Shuri lifted herself off of you gazing into your eyes the light of the rising sun making her eyes and skin glow. A smile spread across her face.

“We’re getting married” Your smile soon matched hers as you both held eachother. Laughing, kissing, and cuddling in pure bliss. 

[affocream-nation-lives]

You know I want to tell more about my Affogato Cookie lore but theres a BIG part of it that is VERY dark, even in CRK standards (Edit: IT HAS BEEN RETCONNED). so here are some michelanious (i cant spell) hc’s (plus some Affocream hc’s) before I lay in his full backstory

Affogato Cookie Hc’s

-He loved singing and dancing since he was a child, since his mother was a Giseang he watched her practices and preformances ofthen and wanted to be one like her. Though his mother knew Affo wouldnt be able to become one bc of his gender, she still let him dance with her during practices. When Affogato found out shamans do some forms of dancing and singing to call spirits, Affogato became more excited to learn shamanism

-Affogato is mixed race, his father was from a neighboring Kingdom of the Dark Cacao Kingdom made up of Ice Cream Cookies

-Affogatos mother’s name is Sweet Coffee Cookie

-Affogato had always loved sweet things, he would steal jellies from his mothers pantry late at night and eat them when he was young. Sweet Coffee found out and scolded him so he stopped

-He was a surprisingly good kid, despite the way he is now

-He has coffee the same way his Mother would: five cubes of sugar and a splash of cream, hes had it like that since he was young

-If you can’t tell, Affogato loved his Mother as a child and was very close to her

-He also would borrow Sweet Coffee’s makeup as a young child and try to do it himself, she would catch him, wipe it off and do some light makeup on him herself

-Affogato’s favorite place on Earthbread is the Hollyberry Kingdom. He loves the parties, the luxury items, the excitment, but isn’t used to the warm weather. He ofthen feels he should have been born Hollyberrian and being Cacaoian was some sort of divine mistake

-Wakes up at 3:30am just to get ready in the morning because it takes him hours

-Gossips with the npcs, “Affogato Cookie’s Deciple 1 and 2”

-The purple snake in one of Affogato’s animations is his pet, his name is Sneezley (don’t ask, Affo named him when he was a kid) and hes kinda like Iago from Aladin to Affo. (Yes he talks, if Batcat can so can Sneezley)

-Affogato has a split tounge like a snake

-Stole his mothers lipstick as a kid (he definatley played with makeup a ton)

-Affogato’s mother taught him how to braid his hair, he claims he didn’t really like her, but the fact that he wears that braid everyday says otherwise

-He is dating Clotted Cream Cookie in the future

-Affogato was sent to the Creme Republic by Dark Enchantress to gain trust of thier Consul in hopes of getting into the Conceil of Heros and findg out thier plans, Affogato ended up getting…disracted to say the least

-In the Creme Republic, the White Pearl story is a well known legend and because of it, White Pearl jewlery is given to others as a symbol of trust and a promise to keep that trust. Because of this, Clotted Cream gave Affogato a white pearl bracelet, for the first time in years, Affogato felt bad for lying to someone

-Affogato is good a chess and uses the game in his many cryptic analogies explaining his schemes “With some good moves, some strategy and a hint of decit, you can easily take a King *ficks black king peice of the board and on to the floor* out of the picture” (that was corny af but i dont care)

Ill probably have more later so yea

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Nothing To Worry About

WC: 697

Pairing: Minho x reader

Marrying by convenience was never the plan, she truly thought she’d marry the love of her life. But being the heiress of many large businesses, she didn’t have much time for love, until he came. He had been her light in the dark, always there to make her feel a little less lonely throughout her young adult years, She honestly woud’ve married him, things don’t always work out that way.

“So who all is going to be at this dinner?” Lee Minho her husband wondered aloud as he dressed her up all pretty. It was one of the things she enjoyed about the arranged marriage. Minho loved dressing up both himself and her, so she never had to worry about looking the part. 

“The Seo family, the Kim family, the Park family and the Bang family.”

“Kim…” He hummed, knowing that their heir was your first choice of marriage leaving a sour taste in his mouth and a tight feeling in his chest. Though they hadn’t picked to be partners it was very apparent the two had gotten very close in the time they’ve been together, feelings were developing but clouded by the fact that it wasn’t necessarily their choice to be together so neither tried to acknowledge the feelings.

“Yes.”

“As in Kim Seungmin?” He wondered yet again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Yea, they’re partners with my father.”

“I’m aware.”

The rest of the getting ready was done in silence, she was lost in her thoughts and he was lost in her, wondering if she would be okay after their nasty breakup. 

“Are you ready?” He wondered, reaching a hand out to grasp hers arning only a weak nod in return, his neutral expression turning into a frown.

The two headed off to their business dinner yet again in silence which was not a common occurrence the two could talk about everything under the sun any time of day usually. Even their personal driver looked on with discomfort.

“Do I look okay?” She wondered as he helped her out of the car, his face twisting into offense.

“You never second guess my picking, do I have something to be worried about meeting with the Kim family?” Minho was never one to be insecure but he was definitely prone to jealousy, loving to make it completely clear that she was with him without her knowing, like matching jewlery or color coordinating their outfits. It was a subtle thing but almost every always knew they were together and never bothered to try and get between the two.

“Ah Lee’s lovely to see you guys!” Mrs. Kim greeted, getting up to hug her son’s ex and her husband. All parties at the table took their turns greeting the couple until Kim Seungmin stepped up with a sheepish grin on his face.

“I believe congratulations are in order. The Ceremony was beautiful. Could’ve done with some blue though.” He hummed before turning on his heel and walking away leaving her to balk at the broas shoulders.

“Blue?” Minho wondered, feeling a little confused and annoyed.

“He wanted blue in our wedding, it wasn’t my ideal thing but I agreed when he and I had spoken, before the ordeal.” She explained quietly, trying to shake off her shock at the man’s boldness.

“You guys planned a wedding?”

“He planned it, he wanted to get power of the companies as fast as he could so within a few months he was already shoving wedding plans down my throat.” 

“So what I’m hearing is there is absolutely nothing to worry about because he’s a psycho that you will never be interested in again?” He teased, leaning in next to her face with a grin, happy that the perfect kim son he had heard so much about had a flaw.

She hummed turning to face him a little better and placed a quick but efficient kiss on his lips causing the feline-like man to reel back slightly in shock but far from discontent.

“Nothing to worry about at all.” and the silent promise was all he needed to swoop down grasping her waist in his hands and pulling her as tight as humanly possible.

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Vatic - Chapter XVII "Tryst"

Series Description :The youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent grows up split between the two sides of her family. With dreams plaguing her sleep of people she does not know, and a war looming ahead of her. She will be forced to choose between the two sides of her family, between the love for her brother, and the loyalty for her sister. 

Chapter Description : Y/n finds out what Otto has been plotting.

A/n : Sorry for my extended absence

Warnings : Mentions of underage marriage, weapons, kissing, incest

Pairing :  Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader ( cannon typical targcest idk what to tell you )

Word Count : 5.7 K

Horses hooves against the soft damp dirt, leather and metal moving as they rode further into the Kingswood. 

There was one guard ahead of them, the sound of his armor was the loudest to Y/n. He was the closest. While the guards behind them were far more faint. The sounds of leather came from Theobrand and Y/n respectively. This was not the first time they had ventured out into the Kingswood, but it was a first for two reasons. 

Theobrand had hired someone to make her something fit for an archer. With leather and warm fabric. It was the first time Y/n had ever had boots similar to the ones Aemond, Theobrand, and even Aegon wore. The time she’d gone to practice with Theobrand, she’d worn a pair of shoes in the same style as the ones she wore with her dresses. The kind that were a thin fabric with a thin sole. Whenever they came out into the Kingswood, she’d often get a bur stuck in the fabric of the shoe, or it would end up in the shoe, and once, there had even been a stick so sharp it had stabbed into the shoe. When it had happened, she’d sworn she was fine, but once they’d returned to the Keep, she found she’d been bleeding into the shoe. Now, there was a small scar on the anterior side of her left foot. 

Another thing that was different, was that she did not carry her old wooden bow. Rather, this was the first time tha Y/n had taken her dragonbone bow with her at the request of Theobrand. He thought she was ready to begin practicing with Rhaenyra’s gift. She’d grown quite a bit since she’d received it for her name day. As had the rest of her siblings, though Aemond seemed to out grow all of them within the past few months. 

Dragonbone was a hefty material, meant only for those who were adept in their style of combat, heavier than a wooden bow, and lighter than steel. Dragonbone was a rarity. The type of material only the highest of lords could possess and truly turn into a weapon if they had the means to. 

Y/n’s bow had gone untouched for years now, Sitting like a prized piece of art on her wall, awaiting the day she would climb a chair to retrieve it from it’s home. When she had pulled it down, her hands were coated in dust she had to wash off at the washing stand in her chambers. 

“We may stop here,” Theobrand announced, pulling the reigns of his horse to bring himself to a stop as Y/n followed his actions, as did the guards. 

“Little Princess, get off your horse for me,” He instructed. 

The princess did not question his request. She hardly ever had. Y/n only gave a curt nod and secured one foot in a sterup and swung the other foot off of her horse, coming to stand on the soft dirt ground. A light rain had come through the day prior, and it was rumoured that a rainstorm from the Stormlands would travel through King’s Landing soon. But Y/n didn’t think much of it. 

Theobrand also got off of his horse, pulling his own bow from his back. “Take out your bow.” 

Y/n reached behind her, grabbing her bow and pulling it off of her body, holding the heavy material in her soft hands. Despite how heavy and the potential danger the weapon could cause, it was beautiful, and just as smooth and bright as the gemstones in the jewlery she wore at home. As smooth as the sapphires of her most worn waistchain 

Theobrand hummed for a second, “Aim without an arrow,” It was a common instruction he gave her. He did it everytime they began practice, and even more so whenever she had a new bow to practice with. As she had gotten older, she needed larger and better bows. And hopefully, this would be her last. Y/n turned her body to be in the correct position, having a firm grasp on the grip of the bow, the fingers of her spare hand grabbing the bow string, pulling it to bebeside her cheek, her eyes trained on the bellyside of the bow. 

Theobrand approached her, kicking a bit at her feet to correct her stance in the most minute ways it hardly even mattered. He then reached out and readjusting her grip on it. “This is a warrior’s bow, Little Princess. It must be held differently.” Theobrand’s nickname never bothered her. It reminded her of when he had first begun training her. Only nine when Rhaenyra had brought him to King’s Landing from some of the most northern reaches of Westeros to train her. She’d been missing a tooth when they’d met. 

“Of course,” She agreed. The grip he changed her hands to was uncomfortable. The weight of the bow dug the smooth hard material into the side of her knuckle of her index finger. She tried to hide her grimace, but Theobrand noticed. 

“Does the weight hurt?” The tone the older man used was not that of a true question, but of knowing amusement. And knowing exactly what she would say next. 

“No, Of course not.” 

“Some archers wrap the grip of such bows like this one in a soft material. It helps to custimize a weapon, and to make it more comfortable to hold. This is the largest bow you’ve ever weilded, I would not blame you if it is uncomfortable.” 

“It hurts my hand,” She finally confessed, dropping her posture, now holding the bow in both hands. “It feels as though it is digging into the bones of my hand.” She gave a bitter chuckle, now looking up at Theobrand who had his arms crossed with a grin. 

“Well,” He began. “I will not be turning back anytime soon. I do suggest you learn how to suffer through a discomfort and build a callous.”

“Mother says callouses are only proper for men. A lady’s hands must be soft. It is why we use thimbles when we embroider.” Y/n retorted. She could practically hear her mother now if she were to find a callous on her hands. 

Aemond and Aegon both had them from years of training with swords. Both had scars on their hands from small cuts, and Y/n had done a well enough hiding the small cuts and scars on her own hands from her moments of foolishness when she fumbled an arrow and cut her hand. A majority of the time the small nicks were on her fingers, blending into the bitten and scabbed cuticles surrounding her nails. 

“Dragonbone is a rare material. It shares a similar quality to Valyrian steel,” Theobran told her, taking his own bown and pulling a arrow from the quiver that was slung over his back. “It is one of the sturdiest materials known to man. Difficult for a weapon maker to carve weapons out of it. It requires such a skill that it is scarcely seen in the realm. It’s a durable material. Unlike a wooden bow it does not need nearly as much maintenance.” Theobrand nocked the arrow, facing the woods surrounding them. “You do not need to polish and seal it like you would with wood. It does not splinter, warp, or buckle when exposed to water for vast amounts of time. . . And it is the most flexible and long range bow known to man.” He finished his sentence with the firing of the arrow, allowing it to fly through the air. And somewhere within the woods, they heard a ‘thunk’ as the steel arrowhead lodged itself into a tree trunk. 

Y/n looked at him curiously, brows furrowed. 

“You try.” He told her. “We shall see if your attempt is worth you putting up with the discomfort.” 

His amusement at her discomfort was not endearing to her. It often times was, but in the instance of being out in the woods, with royal guard surrounding them, and nothing but forest surrounding them from where they were, had her glaring at him as she reached behind her, pulling an arrow out of her own quiver that was on her back and quickly nocking it, the fletching tickling her cheekbone as she aimed in the same direction as Theobrand had, steadying her breath before she let the arrow go. 

Y/n dropped her posure immediately after hearing the ‘thunk.’ 

“Let us see,” Theobrand encouraged, beginning to walk into the treeline. Y/n was not far behind him, urging the lead guard to stay with the others and the horses. Going through the bristle, Y/n brought the bow closer to her chest, keeping it from hitting the ground or the trees they were weaving themselves through. 

She had not even realized how close behind him she truly was until he came to an abrupt stop and she slammed into his back. Stumbling back away from her, she held her nose, rubbing the bridge as Theobran turned to look at her, completely unfazed by the incident as he pointed to the tree in front of them. There was one arrow lodged into the tree at Y/n’s eye level, completely straight. Then a second one, lodged in at an angle and far closer to the roots than the other one. 

The lower arrow was just barely in the trunk of the tree. Just the tip of it in the bark. While the other one, the entire arrow head was lodged into the tree. 

“Dragonbone bows have such force behind them that the arrows loosed from it  could travel such a distance that a traditional archer could not even fathom. I once visited my brother at the northern wall. . . They had an old dragonbone bow in the armory. I had never seen one before, so one of their archers gave a demonstration. They shot an arrow up at the wall with it. And when we took the wooden lift to the top of the wall. . . We could not find it.”

“Did you ever find it?” Y/n inquired, her finger coming up to her arrow, delicately running her finger across the fletching. 

“A few rangers came back from an exposition from over the wall. Looking worse for wear. A couple of wildlings had attacked them, and they somehow made it out with their lives. And as they had been on the trip back, not far from the wall, an arrow came falling from the sky, hitting one of ther rangers in the thigh.”

Y/n turned her head to look at Theobrand, and incredulous look upon her face as she did. “What?” 

“It is the longest range weapon.” He said simply.

Y/n looked back to her arrow, reaching out to grab the cresting and the shaft, pulling as hard as she could on the arrow. Struggling for a moment before Theobrand assisted her in pulling it out. 

With the force that the arrow came out, both of them stumbled back a few paces. But she held the arrow in her hand. The steel arrowhead was covered in an amber colored sap. 

Y/n placed the arrow back in her quiver. She pulled her braid over her shoulder, looking at the ends of her silver hair where the red ribbon had been tied off. It had also been braided into her hair. It was a long velvet ribbon gifted to her from Helaena. It had black embroidery along it. It was a beautiful ribbon. 

The Princess shoved her bow into Theobrand’s hands, using both of her own to undo the tie her braid was in, and began to undo the braid, collecting the ribbon in her hands as she did, allowing her hair to be let loose in waves , and as she finally had all of the ribbon in her hands, she allowed the silver strands to fall over her shoulder and down her back. 

Reaching back out for her bow, Y/n  held it by the lower limb of the weapon, beginning to wrap the grip in the ribbon, making it softer and easier to hold. And once she had tied it off, she held it up, and the discomfort was gone. 

“Certainly innovative, Princess. Come, let us find something to hunt.” Theobrand did not give her time to catch up to what he meant before he began walking further into the woods, but once she noticed him walking away, she soon caught up to him. 

Y/n with care, stepped over the rough roots that stuck up out of the soft dirt ground, The soft clover that looked as though it had sprouted from the ground overnight being pressed into the ground whenever one of them stepped on it, only for the clover to slowly push itself back up once they had stepped off of it. 

“It is nothing more than a quarrel between shepherds that I’m sure Lord Tyrell can come to an agreeable solution for both of them before it has any ramifications.” Y/n’s mother spoke, her back was turned to her as she had entered the royal apartments, however, her grandsire had instantly laid eyes on Y/n. 

His ever prying and suspicious gaze took in her appearance, from the small amount of mud on her leather vest, her free hair, and her bow clutched in her hands as she and Otto made eye contact, holding it as he made his reply to her mother. 

“Lord Matthos Tyrell is an imbecile.” 

“I am aware of his nature. But I am as aware as you are that in truth it is not him who controls the land surrounding Highgarden, but Lady Tyrell. It has always been truth that women-”

“have influence in their households.” Y/n finished her mother’s words. It had gotten Alicent’s attention then, and the auburn haired woman finally turned to look upon her daughter. 

Her mother’s brown eyes took her in before she released a sigh. The youngest Targaryen daughter didn’t need to be told that her mother disapproved of her craft. It was something she’d made clear to Y/n from a young age. She was not allowed to practice the art of the sword with her brothers and nephew as a child, but Y/n had not let up. She could still recall the days when all she’d been allotted was an old bow that gave her splinters, and a single arrow.

“Darling, you look a mess.” Alicent finally spoke to her. 

“Theobrand and I were off in the Kingswood.” Y/n spoke as Alicent approached her. Her mother’s soft hands coming to tuck back the loose hair behind her ears, before she bagan to fiddle with a chunk that was over her shoulder. It was reminiscent of when her mother gently stroked her hair as she braided it back when she was only a child. 

“I was made well aware of your whereabouts.” Alicent told her, her spare hand fixing the leather material of her vest. a habit her mother had picked up when fixing Y/n’s bodices. “Lady Maris tried to find you, she seemed quite displeased when she could not.” 

A hum bubbled up from Y/n’s throat, a habit she’d begun to pick up from Aemond. 

“She finds my disappearing acts troubling.” Y/n confessed with a grin, taking in her mother’s appearance. The green silk of her gown was embroidered with beautiful gold thread and beads, the soft fabric reflecting the light that seeped into the royal apartments from the windows. 

Her mother shook her head in disapproval. “I find that you have gotten far too adept at the act of disappearing.” Despite her mother’s tone, Y/n knew she found it to be an endearing quality. “Go change into proper attire, Darling. Then go find Lady Maris.” 

Y/n did as she was instructed, walking away down the corridors to her bedchambers, asking for one of the maids to follow her so she may assist her in dressing herself. 

Once the Princess was changed and presentable, with her hair combed through and shining like molten silver, she had placed her bow back on its display, and stored the quiver away in her wardrobe. 

She’d found Lady Maris in the gardens, sitting under a gazebo in a wooden chair, with a glass of pink wine, and overlooking the blackwater, the ships coming to and from the ports, carrying many different kinds of goods to be traded and sold. 

“Whatever is on your mind, Maris?” Y/n pondered aloud as she came under the gazebo as well, taking a seat right beside her friend, joining her in gazing over the blackwater. 

Maris Tarly’s gaze felt like a heavy weight as the redhaired girl looked over Y/n’s form as she leaned over to rest her arms on the stone wall separating them from the stoney and water filled fall below. 

The sound of crashing waves against the rocks below and seagulls cawing in the distance was a familiar sound. One that Y/n had only ever associated with being in the Red Keep. They had shared many moments like this one. Sitting in a silence, enjoying one another’s company, and a beautiful view that you would find provided from the various rooms, balconies, and spots in the garden of the Red Keep. However, the silence that presided over them now was not one that was comfortable for either of them. The air between them was thick, unnerving. Ominous. 

“Your Grandsire. . . And Lord Reyne.” Maris confessed after a moment, extending an arm to Y/n, and when the Princess had turned her head to look at her friend, Maris had the glass of wine in her hand, offering it to Y/n. 

With a hesitant gaze, Y/n took the glass from Maris, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip of the pink liquid. It was sweet, and it smelled of spring. 

“They are conspiring against you, Princess. Dealing with one another for their own benefit, even if it means your own detriment.” 

Maris’ words were calloused, and sharp. It was a familiar tone. The same she had heard in Maris’ voice on Aegon and Helaena’s wedding night. 

“What?” Y/n’s own voice was low as she stared at Maris. The girl’s amber eyes trained on the ships in the water, her jaw clenched in deep thought. “Why would my own Grandsire conspire against me? He has nothing to gain from me-”

“If I may speak freely, Princess, you are mistaken.” Maris cut Y/n off. 

“I’ve always given the freedom to speak freely, My Lady.” She reminded

“Otto Hightower is a conniving, lying, scheming, power hungry, little man.” Maris was sitting in such a way that the Princess could feel the rage seeping off of the Tarly girl. “It is a common trait among second sons. They feel inferior to their elder brothers on the very fact that they do not inherit the titles, wealth, or power, so they feel the need to find and take it somewhere else. Even if it means putting their family at risk.” Maris then looked at Y/n, strands of her red hair being picked up by the gust of wind that came to them from the bay. “He’s in negotiations with Lord Reyne to have you married to Ser Raymond.”

Her words had stunned Y/n into silence. The lump in her throat and her blood feeling cold prevented her from speaking. She desperately wanted to say something, anything, ask questions, but in the moment, she could not even open her mouth as Maris’ striking eyes were burning with a fury that had been well kept all morning, her pupils so small they looked like the tip of a needle. She looked half a woman crazed. 

“He feels as though you have wasted your chances with every other suitor in the court. Ser Raymond is the only one who shows any legitimate interest in having your hand in marriage-” 

“He does not wish for me!” Y/n stood so suddenly that the chair she sat in toppled over onto the stone. She had not even realized she’d shouted till Maris stood up as well, trying to grab Y/n to calm her. 

“He wishes for my name! My blood! He wishes for a power that it is only granted by house name! That is only given by the house of the dragon!” 

Maris grabbed onto Y/n’s wrist, “Princess, please-” Y/n snatched her wrist out of Maris’ grasp. 

“It is clear can you not see it?” She inquired. “The houses of the Westerlands only lust for power, especially House Reyne. The Lannisters lust for the power they had before Aegon’s conquer. ‘Kings of the Rock.’” Y/n bitterly chuckled. “And Reynes? They want to be as respected as the Lannisters. They want their power! They believe themselves to be one in the same,  both cats, just of different color coats. The only way for them to gain such power is to be in the King’s favor! And with the King indisposed, they must deal the vulture ruling in his place.”

“Y/n, lower your voice,” Maris finally grabbed Y/n’s arms, holding her still. In this state, the Princess was sure they must both looked crazed to one another. With Maris’ eyes wide, and pupils hardly even there, and Y/n? with her outburst and a toppled over chair beside them. 

“Your anger is justifiable, expected even. But you cannot allow it to rule you-” Maris’ hushed anger made Y/n look around the gardens, the only person there was on the other end, by the roses, completely unaware of their words, but Maris must have seen something else, as she quickly hooked her own arm with Y/n, and faced them towards the bay once more. 

In the corner of her eye, she could see Lady Reyne walking out into the gardens with her daughter, Lady Eleyna Reyne. Both were perfectly dressed in the white and red colors of their house, with gold embellishments. The two women had arrived in King’s Landing from Castamere a week prior, and suddenly, the explanation as to why they would have left Castamere under Lord Robert’s brother’s watch became clear.

“Ser Raymond is perfectly gallant, and kind. But it is not him making the arrangement, it is his father, Maris. It is clear what he wants.” 

Maris seemed to become cautious of their environment now as her free hand came to squeez Y/n’s arm in comfort. “And what is that?”

“He wishes for his own bloodline to be seated on the Iron Throne.” Y/n muttered, watching as a ship with the sigil of the free city of Volantis. 

“Yes, he does.” Maris agreed. “But how would you suspect he’d accomplish that? When Rhaenyra is set to inherit the throne? And Prince Jacerys is her heir?” 

Y/n rolled her eyes, tensing as she heard one of the Reyne women laughing in the garden. 

“I would expect. . . Lord Reyne is playing a long game. . . He expects me to marry his son, produce children, and when Prince Jacerys’ own children are born, Raymond would negotiate a betrothal between one of our children with the oldest child Jacerys has.” 

She could tell Maris was nodding. Y/n did not know why she was suddenly so angry at the very prospect of marrying Ser Raymond. He presented himself as a good man, and Y/n had even attempted to ease Aemond’s own nerves about the knight, but now? The thought of being married to the man enraged her. 

“What do you want to do?” 

The question, although whispered, felt as though it echoed through the gardens and against the surface of the bay below them and back to their ears. She did not feel as though she had much of a choice in the matter. Her ears felt as though they were ringing. 

Did her mother know? 

The ringing came to a stop, and she then looked up at Maris. “How do you know this?” The question did not disturb Maris. She did not even appear to blink in response to the question. 

“Cup bearers, maids, stewards. . . They all whisper awful gossip in the corridors. They do not realize that rumors whispered in corridors echo like none other. Some rumors they echo to one another have merit.” 

Aemond’s presence was of comfort to her. For four nights now, Y/n had stared at her grandsire with such hatred she prayed to the seven that he choked on his food at every dinner. She had almost gotten her wish tonight. It had the corners of her lips wanting to tug up in a grin, though she had fought it. But he had only been coughing to clear his throat to continue babbling something political to her mother. 

Y/n peacefully lounged on the chaise, with a book in hand, and a candelabra on the end table beside her providing the light she needed to follow the words on the page. Her night gown allowed the breeze from the balcony to cool her skin from the rage she was bottling up like it was a precious wine intended to be shipped off to some distant land. Aemond was sat on the ground, his back against the chaise, and his head resting on the side of her thigh that was on the edge of the cushion. 

Her fingers were running through the silky strands of silver hair that she had brought to be draped over her lap. She had not even realized how long he allowed his hair to grow, but it suited him. He’d once told her that he liked to look intimiatating to the men at court. With an eyepatch covering his sapphire eye, the scar showing on his cheek and forehead, with long silver hair that was reminiscent of the old portraits of Aegon the Conquerer. 

But the moon had long entered the sky, and almost every other soul in the keep had found itself at rest, their’s seemed to be the exception. But Aemond had shifted from beside her, standing on his feet then, and turning towards her with his book now closed in his hand, the ribbon bookmark placed between two pages well into the book. 

“Must you go?” 

Aemond hummed, reaching a free hand down to brush some of her hair out of her face. “I have already stayed longer than I tend to in honor of your name day, sweet sister.” He replied. 

Y/n grabbed the ribbon bookmark of her own book, putting it between the page she was on the page she had just finished, snapping it closed and sitting up straight. “Yes. But must you go?” Y/n repeated the question, holding her hand out so Aemond would help her to her feet, which he did without even a second thought. 

“You know I must. Ser Criston insists on an early training in the morrow.” 

Y/n sighed, looking down at her book and placing it down on the chaise, and looking up to her brother. “Then I shall walk you to your chambers.” 

Aemond grinned at that, setting his own book down as well. In truth, it was her book that she was allowing him to read. Aemond then turned to the large table in the room, grabbing the lantern. The table was low enough to the ground so that if you sat on the ground it would be at your chest. 

Her brother reached for her hand which she gladly offered to him, happily following him to the wall, where he pulled the entrance to the passageway open, and began leading her into the thin and dark passage.  

They walked in near silence, the only sounds heard were their own footsteps, his in boots, and her’s bare against the stone, and their breathing that echoed against the stone walls around them. 

The eventually reached his chambers, where he pushed to stone wall enough that it finally peaked open, allowing the candle light from his room to seep into the passage. 

Y/n stepped into his chambers right after him, looking around the familiar room as he placed the lantern down on the table beside the passage so she could take it back with her. As she examined the room, she noticed the sword that was placed to be leaning against the wall, still in its sheath, the steel hilt glittering in the candle light. 

Aemond and had begun to unbuckled the green doublet he wore. revealing the white tunic he wore underneath. 

Y/n noticed the stack of books on the floor at the foot of his bed that seemed to have grown since the last time she had been in his chambers. It made her smile, as did the spare eyepatch that she spotted on top of his bed.

Then her attention was back on Aemond as he approached her, She could not help but to notice how he appeared before her, having rid himself of his doublet and somehow of his eyepatch, showing her the sapphire freely. 

Aemond reached for the lantern and put the handle into her hands, but as she looked up from the candle flickering inside of the lantern, she noticed just how close Aemond was to her, not that it was abnormal for him to be so close to her, but in this moment, it was different. 

They seemed to both be examining each other’s features, and they seemed to have both noticed the close proximity. But neither made the move to step away. And all at once she recalled seeing his sapphire for the first time, how she could feel his breathing when he’d reached for her waist chain with the sapphires on it. That was how close they were now. If someone had seen them on that day, they would have told them it was improper. If someone were to see them now? She was sure he entire keep would be awoken by it. She did not even wish to know what their mother would say. 

But as she held the lantern in one hand, she brought one to rest against his chest. She was not even thinking as she did it. But with her palm pressed against the thin fabric of his tunic, she could feel his heart hammering against his chest. But she did not push him away. 

No, instead he only stepped closer to her, their chests now pressed against each other, and so close that her eyes could not even bring his features into focus, it was mostly blurry as she felt a hand on her hip, and his other hand coming up to hold the side of her face.

His heart was now hammering against her own chest, to the same beat as her own. His scent completely surrounding her as looked up at him. The oils he used on his hair to keep pin straight mixing with his natural scent was almost as intoxicating as northern ale. 

It happened all at once, him resting his forehead against her own, blocking out most light so all she could see was his lilac eye, sapphire, and his scar, and not even a second later, she was closing her eyes as he came impossibly closer, his lips meeting her own.

Her stomach felt as though it was sprouting wings to try to fly away, and she could hear her heart in her own ears. 

Y/n knew she should pull away and run back to her own chambers, but she couldn’t find herself able to. But he had pulled away first, only to look down at her. 

With the anxious lick of her lips, Y/n could taste Aemond on them. Her stomach flipped at the taste, and she found herself bringing the hand resting on his chest to then bringing her fingers to the back of his neck, gently urging him to do it again with a small tug. 

And he did. Without an ounce of hesitation he kissed her once again, the hand on her hip then coming to wrap his entire arm around her back, squeezing her to him as though she could get any closer to him. 

This was wrong. According to the Faith of The Seven they were sinners now. Even if they were exempt due to the very nature of their house, it had been engrained into Y/n from a young age by her mother that it was wrong. 

But despite all the talk her mother had done about it, Y/n could not help but to find it silly now as Aemond kissed her and held her this way. She simply could not find it in her in the moment to feel guilty for being in her undergarment in front of her brother, nor could she feel guilty for enjoying the feeling of his lips against her own.

As Aemond broke away from her only for a second, both of them briefly catching their breath before he moved his lips against her’s once more, she felt. . . almost peaceful. As though what she’d heard from Maris was no longer relevant, and that she was meant to be between Aemond’s arms, with his body against her’s and the taste of him against her lips. 

It felt like it was too soon when Aemond fully pulled away from her, no longer holding her so tight against him, and his lips no longer on her own, it felt as though a warm blanket had been torn away from her in the cold of night. 

She went to protest his actions, but he kissed the crown of her head. “You must go, little sister.” He muttered against her hair before he pulled away, leaving a gently kiss on her lips before stepping away. 

Y/n could only nod and turn away with the lantern in hand, stepping down the passage back to her own chambers. 

For the rest of the night, she could only smell him on her, and taste him on her lips.

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The Girl in the White Dress.

Warnings: None for now??

Idk I just thought of this.

Type of story: sfw

Female reader

Desc: Every year only once, there was held a Ball only to people who got invited. But who would give you this invite? Your not royal..?

You examined the invitation, looking closely at every single word they said. "Congratulations you've been invited to The Grand Masquerade Ball. You may be curious on how you got this letter but don't fret! The theme is White, Elegant and fancy. We would appreciate it if you followed the Theme/dress code. Please take note that YOU have been invited and we would love if you took this seriously and look your best. Doors open at 8PM and start's at 8:20PM. We Hope to see you soon Y/n L/n." Your eyebrows clenched in confusion wondering how and why you got this? They even know your address. You think to yourself about how this could be a set up...

"Weird...let's just search this up to see if this is even real"

*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*

Before you could even type in the half of the word there was a website that popped up in the recommended searches saying "TheMasqueradeBall.com" "Now what the fuck." Clicking on the link there's pictures of this Fancy ball with just descriptions and other dumb stuff. But the thing is, the letter wasn't the only thing that was given to you. There was this White dress, heels, mask and Jewlery. And a card saying, "Presented with anonymous appreciation and affection." Who could it be? This better be clean and not already used. Are these heels even in my size-?" And they were.

"Okay... this is getting weird." making a weird face. You grab your phone checking what time it was. "Oh fuck- it's 6:30. What Have I been doing? Sitting my ass down looking at this letter??" you grab the box and storm off to your bedroom tossing the box on your bed. Taking the dress out of the box and that dress was gorgeous. It fit into the dress code, and it stood out so much.

A white elegant dress opulently adorned with sparkling diamonds, creating a dazzling and resplendent display of luxury and glamour. It was Beautiful. The mask glistens with intricate sparkles adorned with delicate feathers that gracefully fan out. The elegant heels are a perfect match for the opulent dress and gala mask. With a slender stiletto heel and a graceful white satin finish, they exude sophistication and style. Adorned with shimmering rhinestones and intricate beadwork, Completing the ensemble is a stunning array of jewelry, each piece carefully selected to enhance the opulence of the outfit.

A dazzling diamond necklace drapes gracefully around the neck, its sparkling brilliance echoing the twinkling of the dress and mask. Delicate diamond earrings hang from the ears, catching the light with every movement, adding a touch of glamour and sophistication. A shimmering diamond bracelet adorns the wrist, completing the look of luxurious elegance.

It was perfect.

Quickly you put everything on including hair and makeup. "This person got me looking sexy as hell." You take some pictures before heading out. The place was far it looked kind of sketchy at first but the more you got closer it was huge. Freshly cut round bushes and a roundabout filled with Limousine's and fancy cars. There was a lot of traffic, cars filled behind you quickly, honks hear there but luckily you made it but that parking lot was HUGE. 4 parking garages with 5 levels and it was a fancy once. It was filled but if you looked carefully you would find a parking spot.

As you were looking for a parking spot you see girls in there fancy dress and men in there suits. You parked your car and did some quick touches before hopping out, "I look like I'm getting married.." you mutter. You picked your dress up walking carefully to the elevator waiting for your turn. "This mask is so sweaty." Luckily you were the only on the elevator, the dress is to big to fit anyone else in here.

*Ding*

The elevators open and you see people walking to the entrance of the Gala, as you walked out people were turning there heads, complimenting the dress as you said your dress stood out a lot. But there this one specific stare that kept bothering you but you couldn't find out who it was. But you shrugged your shoulders walking off to the steps. You took your time going up each step, there was a man with a suit greeting everyone at the door. And you walk inside as you glide across the ballroom floor, all eyes turn to you, captivated by your beauty and grace. You are the epitome of sophistication, a vision of luxury and glamour.

Tonight, you aren't just attending the gala YOU are the belle of the ball, a radiant presence that leaves an indelible impression on all who are fortunate enough to witness your splendor. Your gown, a vision of opulence, is a long, white masterpiece adorned with sparkling diamonds and intricate beadwork. The dress hugs your figure in all the right places, its luxurious fabric flowing elegantly with every step. You made it on time! It's beautiful the gala has a dazzling display of luxury and extravagance. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow across the room with tables draped in white lined scattered throughout the room! Your table was number 45. Dinner was at 9. A regular dance was going on in a couple of minutes.

But that stare was still there. You chat with people as they gave you nice feedback of your dress and overall just chatting with you. The Regular dance was going on right now but you had no one to dance with. You walked to the bar and order yourself a water. You were on your phone until you felt a tap on your shoulder. "The dress I sent you looks amazing on you."

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Kissing the thief | {KokuZan}

Theme: Fluff

Note:

A bit of AU info!: 

the Tsugikuni family is rich don't ask how or why IDK, IDC!!

Muzan's family is dead bc why not so he lives off of stealing (Aladdin vibes/j)

×××

Things had been disappearing recently from the Tsugikuni household. Obviously, it was a thief. Nobody who had direct contact to inside their house would do this, especially since it was already theirs. 

They didn't have bodyguards because they'd never bothered with them—or more like Michikatsu and Yoriichi were expected to be able to take care of themselves being both boys nearing adulthood.

So someone had to be sneaking inside, past the security cameras, and stealing their things.

And unfortunately for Michikatsu, he was put up to the task of staying up at night to find whoever it was.

Michikatsu had dropped out of school (much to his parent's disappointment, but he hadn't given a fuck and had already acquired a job anyways, which had interfered with his studying) which meant he didn't need to be stressed about some stupid thief ruining his sleep schedule.

Yoriichi had offered to help but their parents had given him a hard no and made him go study. 

Not that Michikatsu was all that jealous of him, but he just would rather sleep.

But now he was stuck pacing around the front door and the windows at night, waiting for something to happen. 

The first night, absolutely nothing happened. When he was awake, at least. He'd fallen asleep half way through the night and woke up with his mother scolding him and his father irritated that the thief had stolen something again.

The second night, Michikatsu lasted a lot longer since he'd slept during the day—he'd been given a day off for work—and he was energetic when he'd woken up. Nevertheless, he'd not caught the thief yet again, albeit they'd managed to steal a box of jewlery somehow through the night.

The third night, again, he made no progress. This continued on for a while before Michikatsu finally met this thief for the first time. 

He had been wandering around his house quietly, his ears perked and catching every small noise around him.

He'd hidden in a corner of his room at one point, hoping he'd catch the thief red-handed.

And then his window had opened. 

A boy—a lot smaller and thinner than Michikatsu had thought he would be, although perhaps that was how he got around the security cameras—slunk into the room, searching. 

Michikatsu held his breath, wondering what he should do. 

The boy looked around, his eyes catching on something out of Michikatsu's vision. He turned away from him and Michikatsu moved slightly, hoping to catch him.

But then, quick as light, the boy was at Michikatsu's side, a small pocket knife at his throat.

"Oh... You're Michikatsu Tsugikuni, then?" the boy said. He looked about Michikatsu's age. Perhaps a year or two younger. 

Michikatsu swallowed, frozen in place.

"Don't tell anyone I was here, okay?" the boy said, placing a finger to Michikatsu's lips. "No one can know."

"Y...You're stealing our posessions!" Michikatsu breathed, managing to speak.

The boy had piercing red eyes and they focused on Michikatsu like a cat observing it's prey. And then he blinked and the look in his eye disappeared, replaced by a curious gaze. 

"You're pretty," he murmured. "I won't take anything tonight, then. I have enough from yesterday. I'll see you tomorrow, Michikatsu..." 

Then he was gone, disappearing into the night. The window was closed and Michikatsu let out a shaky breath. What the fuck had just happened. 

The next morning, Michikatsu was tired as hell having stayed up the rest of the night, his mind racing. 

His mother questioned him, as always, if he'd made any progress. 

"Did you see him? I checked the cameras and you stopped walking around after a bit. At one point, you were hiding in a corner of some sorts in your room. You stayed there for quite some time, and I had the video sped up. What happened?" she asked, handing him a bowl of fruits.

Michikatsu hesitated. He found himself not wanting to say anything. What if the boy never came back? 

No, that would be a good thing, right? But still...

"No, I got... tired. Sorry," he apologized.

"You look tired. Did you not sleep during the day?"

"I did. But I guess it wasn't enough," he said, sighing.

"Your body is used to sleeping at night, it's going off it's usual schedule so your body is confused and you're still tired even if you get the right amount of sleep," Yoriichi said, sitting down at the table.

"Oh." 

"Hm, why don't you take a break from doing this, Michi'," his mother said, handing Yoriichi a bowl. "You can focus on your job again. You have work today, no?"

Michikatsu nodded, picking up his phone that he'd left on the table the night before. "Mhm."

"Then you can sleep tonight."

"Alright. Thanks."

She smiled at him then went back to the kitchen, talking to her husband about something.

"You did see something, didn't you," Yoriichi said, after their parents had left.

"What?" Michikatsu stared at him, his heart racing. "No, I didn't," he said quietly.

"Hm, sure. If you see them, just try to recount what they look like. It's fine if you weren't able to catch them, they're clearly skilled," Yoriichi assured him, misinterpreting his brother's nervousness.

"I... Yeah, okay," Michikatsu mumbled, spooning some of the fruit into his mouth.

The day flew by and soon night drew dark. Everyone filed to their bedrooms to sleep and Michikatsu, who had grown accostumed to the staying up, sat on his bed, completely awake.

He sighed, slumping against the pillows he'd stacked up on the head of his bed and stared at the cealing, his mind on the thief he'd met last night. Though, 'met' was a relative word. It would be more so... saw. Not necessarily acquaintences. Yet. Hopefully.

He groaned, bringing a hand up to his head and mussing his hair up, annoyed with himself.

Why was he like this?

He stayed awake for sometime, unable to fall asleep. It was a while before he found himself drifting off. 

He tried urging himself to stay awake then decided he'd rather not be tired in the morning. He had work, he would only make a mess of himself if he stayed up.

He fell asleep sometime around 1am, his dreams full of a boy with short black hair and red eyes.

Around early morning, 5am perhaps, he awoke. He was tired but instantly snapped out of his weariness when he noticed a figure in the far edge of his room, inching towards his desk.

"What..." he mumbled.

It was the boy again.

He looked up and their eyes met.

The boy put a finger to his own lips, making a shushing motion, and smiled mischeviously. Then, almost like an animal, he used a discarded box to jump higher up, making it appear as if it was a spring. In his hand was the same knife he'd put at Michikatsu's throat the night before and he used it to smash the security camera that had been hidden on the cealing. 

Michikatsu flinched at the sound of breaking glass that pattered down the the floor.

The boy laughed and bounded over to the bed.

"You need to put up more cameras, one isn't enough to catch ever part of the room. It's why you're so easy to steal from," he said, pocketing his knife.

He sat down in front of Michikatsu who moved back instinctively.

"Hm, you slept tonight? Too tired to wait for me?" the boy asked teasingly.

"Who are you?" Michikatsu blurted out. He was curious. 'Theif' wasn't exactly the name he could call the boy by (boy bi/j) forever.

"Me? I'm your biggest fan," he said, winking exaggeratedly.

Michikatsu flushed. "Fuck off. I meant your name!"

He laughed. "Is my idol requesting to know my name?!" he said sarcastically.

"Stop it!"

"Fineeee... I'm Muzan. You can call me your number one fan," Muzan said, grinning and leaning onto Michikatsu's shoulder.

"If you're my so-called 'number-one fan,' why do you steal from us?" Michikatsu asked, ignoring Muzan. 

"Hmm, you're smart," Muzan said, poking Michikatsu's shoulder.

"No, your lies are just stupid."

"You're saying you're dumb?" he asked.

"No! That's not-" Michikatsu groaned. "Whatever. You never answered my question."

"So I can make a shrine out of your clothes and cherish it forever—what do you think?! Your family has enough money, why not share it with people who don't?" Muzan rolled his eyes and leaned back. "You're cute, though, so I'll blame it on your parents."

"Stop saying that!" Michikatsu protested, his cheeks dusted pink.

"But I'm not lying," Muzan said.

"I..." 

Muzan smiled coyly. "You're easy to fluster, did you know that?" 

"Shut up..." Michikatsu mumbled, crossing his arms. Then, regaining his composure, he narrowed his eyes. "And stop stealing from us!"

Muzan tapped his chin. "Only cuz you asked, I'll only take lesser-valuable things, then," he said thoughtfully.

"Don't take anything!"

"No can do, cutie. I'll be off now. Oh! And you might want to think of an explanation for the smashed camera. Good luck," Muzan said, pressing his lips quickly to Michikatsu's before saluting him and practically flying out the window. "See you tomorrow!"

Michikatsu stared at the—now closed—window, a hand lifting to his lips where Muzan had kissed him. What... What the fuck had just happened?! 

{Word count: 1594}

I forgot I was writing about Michikatsu and Muzan at one point 😭

I used their names yet I forgot I was writing about them since I read more things abt Sanemi(SaneOba, SaneGiyuu, etc) today... Help can you tell their personalities are off-- I hope not

Anywho

Flirty Muzan>>>

(idk which i want to be more)

ly all 🤩

no i'm not writing a pt.2 <;3 

[babyxbluexmoon]

☁︎ ash girl | pt. 1 ☁︎

Na'vi! Jake Sully! x Fire! Na'vi! Fem! Reader/Oc!

Warnings: Not proof read.

synopsis : Jake Sully had been living with the omaticayas as one of them for quite a couple years now, and after learning the forest, the creatures off by heart, he finds something new.

Jake watched his best friend, Neytiri, marry the man of her dreams with a smile on his face. He knew her and Tsu'Tey would make womderful leaders for the clan. He had been a Omaticaya for the last three years now, and it has been the best time of his life. He could walk, run, he was free. He new knew this forest like the back of his hand, and the creatures like the back of his five fingered hand.

However, it was then he almost felt something watching. He turned to look over his shoulder, and his eyes widened slightly at a shadow like figure quickly moving out of sight. All he saw was a flash of.. red? Though it didn't look like an animal, more.. a na'vi. He got too curious and decided to follow it, the important part of the ceremony was over now, so he could come back for the after celebration.

He ran after the figure, using his senses and soon heard a.. Thanator? He approching quickly but quietly, and peeked around a tree, a gasp excaping his lips at the sight. There stood a red na'vi woman. She was a light red colour with darker red markings, and blacl paint around her eyes, a few stripes on her arms, and thighs, and ankles. She wore silver jewlery, two silver rings in each ear, a silver necklace, and a silver chain around her waist.

She wore black clothes over her breasts with no straps,then a black ripped mini like skirt covering her low regions. The thanator had red paint over his black body, and he found it interesting how she connected with him, and got onto its back. "She connected with a Thanator..?" He mumbled, but then saw her ears twitch and she looked right at him. Her eyes were a firey orange, blazing into his soul, darker than an Omaticaya.

"Uhh.. hi?" He spoke, and she quickly sped off woth the Thanator. "He-hey! Wait!" He ran after them, but soon had to call on his ikran, amd chased them. He landed infront of her, and his ikran roared, causing the Thanator to roar back and she hissed at him. "Hey, hey. I'm not threat." He said in thena'vi language, and she tilted her head when she saw his extra finger. "Demon.." the red girl spoke and he blinked a few times. "Excuse me?" He asked and she hissed loudly again.

She pulled out an axe like weapon, and Jake flinched, and gulped. "Wait, wait.. I am Na'vi. I promise, I am Na'vi." he said gently, and she tilted her head. "You omaticaya?" she asked and he nodded, "Yes, I am apart of that clan. I was sky person, now I am na'vi. I adapted." He said to her and she seemed to think for a moment, then slowly lowered her weapon and spoke english. "I sorry.. I no used too... this?" She spoke, her english was broken, but not bad, honestly.

"What.. what kind of Na'vi are you?" He asked her and she looked down for a moment, then back at him. "You people know I people as people of ash. Ash People." The woman replied and he slowly got off his Ikran, and she swung herself off of her Thanator and approched him. Before he could blink, she took ahold of his hand, inspecting it intensley with those sharp orbs. Her eyes were like slits, and the pupils so.. diamond like. Beautiful.

"My name is Jake.. you?" He asked, and she looked up at him. "Zuru'iki." He repeated the name in his mind, smiling slightly and feeling his heart pound slightly harder as she ran her fingers over the lines on his palm, and his extra finger. "You strange." She said, her voice was slightly deeper than Neytiri's, but gentle. "You are strange aswell.." he replied, looking at her hair that was half shaved, long and straight. No beads, no braids, no feathers.

However, she did have silver jewles around the her head, held up by her ears. On the middle of her head, between her eyes,but a bit higher but a silver cross shape, with ingraved markings covering it. She was stunning. Gorgouse. Outstanding. Every word the male could think of. "Zuru'iki.. where do you come from?" He asked, being curious. Neytiri never mention ash people before, and especially not red skinned na'vi folk.

She let go of his hand and pointed to three moutains, one huge one in the middle, and two smaller ones slightly infront of it. "There I home. There me clan." She said, and he nodded slowly, "may.. I go there?" He asked, an urge to learn of these new na'vi's. She shoom her head, "You omaticaya. You clan not happy you come." He took him a second to understand her, but spon caught on and sighed. "Then.. may I talk with you about it. We could find a place to sit?" He offered. "I would.. honestly, like to get to know you." He said.

She thought about it, and looked bacl at her thanator with a quesrioning expression, and the beast made a noise, seeming to shrug. She turned back to him and nodded. "We sit there." The girl pointed to a floating moutain, and he wondered howshe would get up there without an Ikran, but shrugged and nodded. "Alright, want a lift?" he offered, but she shook her head and we over to her companion.

He got on his Ikran and flew up into the aor, watching as her thanator ran through the trees, then stopped at the edge, looking up at the floating moutain. Suddenly the thanator walked away and Jake stopped Bob, the Ikran in mid air, wondering if she decided to leave, bit suddenly they came running back, and the thanator leapt off of the edge, and almost flew across the gap upwards, until landing on the floating moutain. "Whoa..". Jake flew over and got off thecreature again, detatching his braid and going over to her who also detatched her from from her beast. "That was amazing."

They sat down together and while Jake crossed his legs, she dangled hers over the edge, his Ikran sat on a ledge behind them and her Thanator curled up next to her. "So.. what do they meant by 'Ash people'?" He asked and she looked over, then pointed to the tallest moutain. "Watch." She spoke and after a couple minutes, as he was about to ask what he was looking for, the moutain, which turned out to be a valcano splurted out lava. "Most na'vi die near.. but we touch and be fine." She explained. "We fire na'vi. We one with fire." She explained and he gave a surprised expression.

"Why choose na'vi?" She asked, they had been talking for over an hour now, night slowly falling. Jake didn't mean too, but he slightly forgot the celebration, he didn't want this to end. Talking with her. "I betrayed my race because we were in the wrong. I fell in love with the forest, with the animals , and with the people." He said and she nodded slowly. "You betray sky people.. brave." Zuru'iki praised.

Her use of english made him chuckle every so often, the way she would forget to add words, or pronounce words wrong. The only sentence she could truely say propperly was, 'I see you' and he only knew that because she spoke to her thanator. "I see you, Omopaoni." She said, and he almost purred, nuzzling her. "Omopaoni? Thats a neat name. Did you pick it?" He asked and she shook her head. "He born it. He tell me when bonded." She replied and he made an 'ooo' expression. "You can understand them?".

"We understand Thanator. Thanator understand us. We one Thanantor." She explained and he understood, it reminded him of some of the other clans, how one clan were only horse riders, and another bonded only with Ikrans. These ones bonded with Thanators. Jake found that brilliant, considering one chased him the first time he came to the forest and how Neytiri explained that they did not like na'vi.

The night became darker and darker, and the little white dots on both their faces illuminated, aswell as the plants around them. It was then he noticed the orange flame like glow in the middle of the three moutains, and wondered how he never noticed it before. Why only now was he discovering this new side of na'vi. "Why dont you and the omaticayas get along?" He asked, "and also, why are you here?".

"In old time, ash and forest fight over land. Ash want fire, forest want tree. Soon, ash murder many forest, making ash outcast na'vi." She explained and he nodded slowly, understanding. "I here, i sent here by olo'eyktan, see." She said, now that he didn't understand, but decided not to ask further, but then she answered for him. "Olo'eyktan curious omaticaya." She explained and he nodded, noe he understood.

"I get back, dark." She spoke and Jake felt that he did not want her to go, he wanted to keep talking to her. More than he wanted to talk to Neytiri when they first met. "Wi-will I see you again..?" He asked her as she got onto her thanator, then looked at him. "Do wish too?". He nodded frantically, "I-I really like talking to you. Could we.. meet here again?" He asked and she nodded. "We can. Tomorrow, Jake Sully." With that, her Thanator jumped roght off the floating rock and he gasped, running to the edge and watxhing as they handed on a tree branch, then too the floor, heading towards the moutains.

"Wow.." he said, a sicky feeling in his stomach, but it was an addictive feelings, like little wings fluttering. Like anxiety, but he wasn't in panic or fear. "Until tomorrow, Zuru'iki..".

____

Jake Sully woke up extra early, getting on his Ikran and flying to the floating rock. He didn't care if it would be hours before seeing her, he'd been up all night awaiting day break. Bow sat on the rock, he looked out at the three moutains, longing just to see her red face with black paint, and soon he couldn't help himself. He flew his companion towards the fire na'vi.

As they got closer, he could already feel the heat, but admired what he saw. Huge flowers surrounding the moutains, fire and orange coloured like a burning flame with black middles. Then there was the village, no trees, but little stone caves for homes, statues, those firey flowers. There there was a big tree in the middle, burnt but covered in lights, red lights made of glow stones, their hometree. Thanators roamed freely, each with red marked painting on their bodies and faces.

He hid behind a fire flower on the smallest moutain, and scanned the area until he finally spotted her, Zuru'iki. She was speaking to a very tall na'vi, red like her, an elder man. He decided to get closer, leaving his ikran to perch and soon he was in the village, hiding behind a couple painted rocks. "Sempul(father)! I try best!" He heard and gave a confused expression.

"You stupid, like child!" He yelled back, "you betray the people! Talk with omaticaya man!" He said and Jakes eyes widened slightly. "Sempul.. he not bad omaticaya, he not like people! He talk me, curious!" She yelled back and suddenly he turned to her and screamed. "You betray me! You just like you sa'nok(mother)! Curious.. curious get you killed, stupid girl!" He said, then turned away from her. "You no speak me until I ready.. I not look at you." He walked away as tears ran down her red cheeks, and Jake growled lowly, making her ears twitch.

She looked over and spotted him, making her mouth drop. "What you do here!?" She loudly whisperedd, coming over and looking at him, continuously looking around to make sure no one else was looking. The tears were still running down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them. "I-I couldn't wait to see you.. I just really.. I really wanted to talk to you again." He whispered back, and then wantes to wipe those tears but restrained himself.

"You stupid.." she said, but she was giggling which made him smile at her quite lovingly. "Not here." She said with a smile, and then grabbed his hand, "come, come." She said and sprinted him to a cave, her cave. She closed the curtains made of stripped silver, like crystals before looking at him. "It nice see you." She said, lighting the fire to brighten the dark cave. There was only one big bed in here, showing she lived alone. Her thanator sleeping outside beside the cave under a wooden made like hut, with his own fire keeping him warm.

"You not be here!" She said, pushing on his chest gently, giving him that sicky feeling again. "I know, I know.. I just.. couldn't resist." He chuckled and she rolled her eyes, sitting own on a soft looking bean bag, and he sat on the other. He looked atvher skin, glimmering in the flame lit light, and how the silver made her really pop. On top of that, she was daughter of the olo'eyktan.. she was gorgouse.

"Your really pretty.." Jake mumbled, and her eyes widened slightly, then she seemed to look flustered and he smirked slightly. 'Why is she so.. alluring...?' He wondered, staring at her shy smile. "Are you.. mated?" He asked, and he couldn't believe those words left his lips. "No, why?" She asked and he played it off cool. "Just curious. Being the cheifs daughter means you have to find a mate before a certain age right? How old are you?" He asked, "I twenty year old." She replied, "and yes, but no fire male catch eye. I no interest." She explained and he felt a little happy by that.

'Am I.. falling for her..?' He wondered, and his question was answered when she said, "you pretty." She said, "you catch eye." She seemed to realise what she said and looked down, making his eyebrows raise and his lips part, but then she stood up. "But you omaticaya. So it don't matter if you pretty not." She walked over to a table of weapons, and Jake saw the axe she held yesterday, a few knife or daggers, and what seemed to be poisonous flowers.

"Why... why should that matter..?" He asked her softly, and she looked back at him. "We be enemies. No friends." He was kind of happy she considered them friends, but now thinking about it, he wished they were more. "What if.. I don't want to be enemies.. what if you catch my eye aswell..?" He asked and her heart skipped a beat, now that sicky feeling in her stomach.

"It no work-", "You don't know that, Zuru'iki." He approched her, but she backed away so he respectfully stopped, putting his hands up. "I will not touch you unless you say so, Zuru. But.. I want to be the.. the one to catch your eye." He admitted. "I know we only met yesterday, and we barely know one another but I really.. like being around you." He said and she found herself agreeing. "Why dont, we see how it goes? We hang out every day we can, and.. save eachother for awhile?" He offered.

"Save?" She asked, "Like, dont mate with anyone until we know how we really want.. us to go?" He explained and she gulped gently. "You determind.." she let out a soft chuckle, making him lower his hands. She stayed quiet for a moment, then sighed and spoke, "I do it. But reasons I no promises." Zuru'iki had a point of no promises, but that was enough for this five fingered na'vi. "Its settled then."

[xxkitty13]

Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 13

Next Chapter: Part 15

Previously: Trapped in a cage, Kija finally revealed the truth about the island's history and her heritage. For that very reason, Y/n's life is in danger as he plans to sacrifice her for immortality. Buggy managed to find her and are now in a race to obtain the gemstone before Kija.

Part 14: Unleashed

The time is ticking. Obtaining the gemstone is a matter of life or death.

The couple finally make it the cemetery. The ambience is thick and cold. Most importantly, it feels like they're being watch. Could he. . . no, he shouldn't be tracking them. Y/n shook that thought, they're in a graveyard, maybe the spirits are around. Though, she should be able to see them.

"Hello, are you listening to me?"

Buggy waves his hand over her face. "Hello, Earth to Y/n."

Y/n shakes her head and stares right back at the pirate.

"Oh, sorry. . . I was dozing off. . ."

"Seriously? There's no time for that. Anyway, we're here."

They stand in front of the massive gravestone or temple to be exact. Buggy is right, there is no time to space out. Pushing her thoughts in the back of her mind, she walks inside. The place is as dusty as ever, she runs her fingers through the soot that covers the wall. She continues to look around the walls of the room for any signs of the gemstone. Y/n comes across the picture of the cross. It is engraved in and has similar proportions as the one on the necklace.

"Buggy, give me the necklace."

He complies, he digs under his vest and takes it off. She then places the cross over the engraving and presses against the wall. The small section goes in, and clacking sounds are heard as the small temple shakes. An opening underground is revealed.

“Great, another tunnel,” Y/n sighs.

Buggy looks down at the opening, it is dark and the steps are crumbling after years of erosion.

“Is it safe to use?”

“I don’t know, but we have to check it out.” She looks back at him and smiles. “You go first.”

“Why me? Ugh fine.”

He takes a small step and puts his full weight on the old stone. It seems to hold his weight and he takes another step. “Okay, I think we’re fine, but how are we going to see down there?” he says, going further down.

“Damn, you don’t have anything to light the place?”

"Hold on, let me check." Buggy starts to dig in his pockets and finds a small match. "Uh, do you think this will do?" He turns around with an awkward smile.

Y/n sighs, it is better than no light. "I guess that will do."

The pirate goes to the light the match, the little flame didn't do much, but it was enough for them to see each other. "Hold my hand. I don't want to fall," Y/n says, slowly going down the steps. Buggy goes to grab her hand and firmly tightens his grip on her.

Step by step, they make their way down the crumbling staircase. The trip was shorter than expected, but who are they to complain. Once at the bottom of the stairs, they are able to see a small creak of moonlight on the other end of the passageway. How light is able to reach down these depths is odd. Either way it is a sign that whatever their looking for is in that direction.

With the small flame guiding them, they reach the end at are met with a large wooden box. The wood has long been decayed and is decorated with a thick coat of dust. The lock holding it together is barely hanging on. Buggy turns off the match, as the light from a small opening illuminates their view and goes to inspect the strange box. He kicks the lock out of place and opens it. To their surprise, shiny lustrous metal glimmers in the moonlight.

"Gold!" Buggy digs his hands in the treasure box and picks the metal coins in hands, only to let it rain back down. Jewlery and other small artifacts can be found inside. As he continues to scramble inside the box, Y/n tries to look for a gem that best matches the circular ring Kija holds. So far, it appears to be no signs of one, only gold.

That's until Buggy pulls out a small black box buried deep within the rest of the treasure. Inside held a circular amber jewel. The orange gold color glowed brightly. It almost resembles an eye, the dark spot in the middle stared directly back at them.

“This has to be it,” Y/n said, taking the gemstone out of the box.

Without thinking, tears begin to flow down her cheeks.

“Why are you crying?”

Y/n sniffs and holds onto the gem. “Everything I know is a lie,” she whimpers. “Because of this, my family has suffered.”

Buggy cups her face. “What did he do to you?” he asks, running his gloved finger over her cuts and bruises.

“The Abask’s are the ones to blame for everything. Febe wanted to live in peace with the sea kings that once inhabited this island, but Kija’s ancestor did not. So, they plotted my family’s demise and seeked for malicious power.” She turns to him and takes a deep sigh. “He’s the reason my parents are dead. The Ti’s and the sole being of my existence is to serve as a tool for his evil scheme,”— she grits, her body shaking as he clutches the gemstone— “and everyone hates me because they think my family wanted to send the town to ruins.”

Buggy wraps his hand around hers as they hold the precious stone together.

“They’re afraid of me. I’ve been outcasted my whole life for something I wasn’t involved with. . .”— she pauses— “T-they knew Kija was the one behind their deaths and no one bothered to tell me.”

The pirate tightens his grip on her hand. “So what if you are an outcast. We misfits are special,”— he takes the gemstone from her— “we can use this power to avenge your family. To make the people who hurt you pay,” venom laced in his tone.

“What are you inferring?”

Buggy lifts the gem to the moonlight.

“With this, we can rule everything. Take back what’s yours and burn this wretched place to the ground.”

“Burn? Why would I want to do that for?” she questioned.

He sighs and brings his arms down. “When I first got here, I was planning on imprisoning everyone and forcing them to tell me where the treasure is. I was going to bomb this place after I got my hands on it.”

Y/n widden her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. “That’s absurd. Why would you do that?!”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on killing everyone. . . unless they put up a fight.” He shrugs.

“You were going to kill innocent people?!”

“Eh,” he grunts. “I wouldn’t say innocent.” Buggy approaches her and slowly backs her into the wall. “We freaks have always dealt with the harrassmenf of the normies,” he whispers into her ear. He then moves her hair back and kisses her neck. “You’re just like us. Don’t you want to bring pain to those who belittled you all these years?”

“You’re crazy,” she mumbles.

He only hums in response before running his thumb across her lip. “I’m a pirate. We’re all crazy.”

It wasn’t until that moment that it finally clicked for Y/n. He is a pirate. All pirates are evil, brute, and filled with greed. It’s like a slap on the face, Buggy is just that and she’s only realizing this. How did she get herself tied with this man? Only her inexperience and gullible nature are to blame.

She gulps, staring into his green eyes. This man has the highest bounty in this sea. What did he do to earn that much berries on his head? She knows so little about him, only exposed to his “good” side, who is he really?

“I’ve been deceived,” she whispered.

Buggy’s face suddenly drops. He grabs her jaw, slightly pressing against it. “What do you mean?”

Y/n only stays quiet. Her heart begins to accelerate, that feeling of danger when she first met him leaks through her mind.

“Don’t tell me you're scared. . .” He sounds clearly hurt. He then furrows his brows and harshly squishes her checks, reeling her face towards him. “I’m a pirate, you know what you were getting yourself into. I thought we were on the same track here.”

He’s right. She knew, it was in her face the whole time. How he hurt her in the beginning, the way he treats his crew, even now, he’s causing her pain.

“Y-you’re hurting me,” she whimpers.

Buggy immediately drops his hand. The fear in her eyes say it all. He’s realized what he’s done. She doesn’t need any more damage on her beaten face.

“I’m not one of them.” His hands wrap warping her torso and he leans in for a kiss on the lips. He gently pecks her quivering lips. “You deserve much more. Let me be the one to end your pain.”

"But—"

As they turned to the direction of the stairs. Someone unexpected points a gun right at them. Buggy pulls Y/n behind him and stands up the intruder.

Y/n gasps, “Mr. Abask?!”

The older man walks closer, not moving the gun faced at them.

"I see you found my precious gemstone. Now, kindly hand it over."

Buggy growls at his orders. "I don't follow shit from no one."

Kija fingers make the trigger click. "I really don't care about you clown. Just give me what I want, and you can be on your merry way. I have a jack load of gold, more than what's in that box. What do you say? It's a good bargain, don't you think?"

The pirate clutches on the stone he holds and back at his woman. She grips on his vest, utterly afraid to be traded as a piece of meat. Yes, the gold is a tempting deal, but there is no way he is falling for that trick.

"Gold, you say?" He tilts his head, coming out his defensive position. Y/n is taken aback at his response, but Buggy winks at her. A plan is at its making.

Kija continues to take a couple of steps forward, also seemingly dropping his guard. "You and your crew are free to go. Whatever happens to this island is none of your concern, so what do you say? Do you accept my deal?"

“Very well,” — he turns to her— “I hope there’s no hard feelings. This was just a mere fling.” He then pushes her to the ground, hard enough to where it seems believable.

Buggy begins to walk towards him, holding the gemstone right in front of him. As the two men approach each other, Kija lowers his weapon. Exactly what Buggy was waiting for. He detached his hand and knocks the gun out of Kija’s hold.

“Sike bitch!” He uppercuts him the jaw, knocking him down. He turns around and carries Y/n over his shoulder. “We have to get out of here.”

They somehow made it back up the stairs of the temple, but their troubles were only beginning. At the stop of the stairs awaited the assassin, 15. He too holds them at gunpoint.

"Why the shocking faces? I won't let you ruin my killstreak," the masked man chuckles.

Y/n begins to tremble, her hands gripping the hell out of Buggy's arm. "H-he's the one who killed my parents," she whimpered quietly.

Buggy looked into her tearful eyes and back at the assassin. This is the man who worked with Kija to cause pain to his woman. As he goes to speak, the sound of a trigger behind him makes his blood run cold.

“We got you surrounded. There’s no where to run,” Kija says, walking up the steps.

“Damn,” the pirate mutters. This scenario is not playing for their favor, not to mention the bullets are most likely made of sea stone. Whether he likes it or not, the only wise choice is to surrender.

"Good. Stay where you are." Kija puts the barrel of his gun on Y/n's back, pushing her towards ground level. Buggy grits his teeth as he continues to stand still. The stone he holds is taken away as Kija snatches it out of his hand.

Kija holds Y/n by the nape of her neck. He turns to 15 and gives him a smug look. "Finish him, he'll only get in the way."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Shots are fired and Buggy somehow manages to dodge them by detaching his body parts. The bullets barely grazed him, but just a small touch could take him out. Angered by the missing shots, 15 leaps over at Buggy and tumbles down the stairs with him.

"Buggy!"

Kija throws her the ground. "Shut it brat."

She weakly gets up and glares at him. Yes, he may have the gemstone in his possession, but the conditions are not right to use them.

“There’s no full moon. The ritual won’t work.”

He only begins to laugh. “I lied.”

“What?”

“Did you really think I was going to leave you all alone back at the warehouse? I knew the pirate was going to find you. It was obvious that you weren’t going to tell me anything, so I waited and followed you guys here.”

He takes out the ring and places the gemstone to complete the amulet. "The moon is not necessary. I only need your blood," he laughs darkly.

"N-no, I won't let you!"

His finger goes to the trigger. "We'll see about that."

There is no way she can dodge that. This is it. Y/n shuts her eyes tight, waiting for her death, but seconds pass by, and nothing happens. "Huh?" She opens her eyes and checks her body, she's still alive. Kija desperately presses on the trigger, but it's jammed. Now this her chance to make it run for it.

Y/n gets up and dashes to the exit of the temple. Kija is quick on his toes and goes to grab her arm, reeling her back inside. She is thrown harshly to the wall, knocking the wind out of her lungs. She gasps for air, but it proves to be difficult. If she doesn't get up in time, Kija will end her life. As she attempts to make another escape, a painful tug is felt on her head.

Kija pulls Y/n by her hair, making her stand on her two feet. He then tightens his fist around her neck and shoves her to the wall. At the same time, he stabs a knife in her abdomen. Y/n hitches at the sudden pain that burns through her flesh. And just like that, he roughly removes the knife.

She slides down the wall and slumps to the floor, blood gushing out of the wound.

"Stupid bitch,” he laughs as he watches her blood drip down his knife. It is finally time to commence his new world. Not wasting any more time, he grabs the amulet and smears the blood over the gem. The blood that soaks the stone sucks in the red liquid. It begins to glow and the engravings on the wall follow after.

The amulet begins to float midair. Bright gold illuminates the inside, making it hard to take in the amount of the light. The large engraved cross on the ceiling of the temple is the last one to lit. As the cross is completely lit, a golden beam shoots the amulet, and a powerful burst of magic unleashes upon them.

"Yes, this is it!" Kija exclaims in glory, raising his hands in the air.

The gemstone reflects the beam back up the ceiling, breaking through the roof. The power that resonates from the stone grows stronger and stronger. The shockwaves grow as well, damaging the foundation of the temple. It can only withstand so much force.

Meanwhile, Buggy fights for his life underneath the temple. 15 has him in a chokehold, squeezing the life out of him. Though, it doesn't last long as Buggy throws him off and grabs the knives from his vest. The assassin is quick on his feet, bouncing back from the throw and he too reaches for his gun.

"It's a bit outdated to use blades. A gun is much more efficient," he snickers.

"You think I give a damn?" Buggy detaches his arms and shoots his blade equipped limbs right at him. 15 fires his gun, Buggy's arms dodge each bullet and continue to fly in his path. "Now die!"

The assassin jumps up to avoid being hit, but Buggy can swiftly change the direction of his limbs course instantly. With that, the knifes penetrate 15's chest. It is a fatal wound. He drops to the ground, gasping for air. Buggy makes his way towards him, reattaching his limbs.

"You will no longer cause her pain. Rot in hell."

The dying man shakes in anger. "I'll see you there clown and I will make sure to torment you till the end of time!"

"We'll see about that."

As 15 takes his last breath, Buggy pivots and hurries up the steps. The whole temple is starting to crumble. "What is this power?" he mutters. Each shockwave that the amulet sends is cracking the walls. If he doesn't get out in time, he'll be buried alive.

He finally reaches to ground level and is met with a bright light. In the middle of the roam, hovers the amulet. Kija is walking towards it. Behind him lays Y/n, she's sitting on a pool of blood.

"Shit, we have to get of here."

As Kija is distracted, Buggy sneaks past him and carefully lifts Y/n from the ground. "Don't worry I got you," he coos. He carries her bridal style, rushing out of the temple. They go to hide in the woods that surround the cemetery, enough to maintain distance from the shockwaves.

"What happened to you? You're bleeding a lot, this isn't good. . . "

Y/n holds her lower right abdomen, she's trying not to freak out as she looks at the amount of blood that stains her hand.

"H-he stabbed me. My blood, he was able to use it to activate the gemstone. W-we have to get it back or else he will kill us all," she says with a faint voice.

"I'll find a way, just don't overdo it. You're losing a lot of blood." Buggy removes the bandana on his head, but it's not big enough to tie it around her torso.

Y/n tries to remove her shirt, but Buggy stops her. "You sure?"

She nods is response. He hesitates to remove it as it would expose her body. They have no choice; it is the only thing available. Best to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. Once it is wrapped over the wound, Y/n goes to grab Buggy's arm.

"Please. . . don't let him get me. Once he kills me, there is nothing that can stop him."

"What do you mean?"

"He'll become immortal."

As Buggy goes to open his mouth a large boom gets their attention. They whip their heads back at the temple, it is no longer standing. A burning inferno takes its place as the ruble is scattered across the graveyard. Kija could not have survived that explosion, but suddenly, someone emerges from the pit of flames. A large beam of light shoots up the sky with an immense power. The sky begins to darken as clouds form around the beaming light.

The wind howls, growing stronger by the second and black clouds cover the area. Lightening begins to flash with thunder following afterwards. A storm like they've never seen before is in the making and the culprit behind all of this, is the unleashed power of the amulet.

Only a small fraction of its power has been used and the amount of damage it’s done is frightening to say the least.

Buggy observes the chaotic scene, wielding the power of the elements is better than he imagined. He stares at Kija, who elevates higher into the air, taking in the glory of the amulet's gift. A smug smile creeps to his face, he will have that power for himself. He was thinking about leaving the islander's alone this time, but circumstances change; afterall, they did hurt his woman.

The question is, how will he retrieve it? Obviously, Kija will put up a fight and it will not be an easy one. Y/n is in a critical condition, he can't just leave her to fend for herself. If only his crew were here.

"Can you stand?" he asks, looking back at her.

Y/n gulps, she understands what Buggy is trying to plot, it seems to be their only option.

"I can try," she whimpers. With the strength she has left, she pushes her torso off the ground, holding her bleeding wound. "Fuck—" she grits. It is painful, but she must pull through.

The pirate gives her a hand and lifts her up the ground. Y/n stands on her two feet, using Buggy's body as support.

"I know this won't be easy, but I need you to get the hell of here," Buggy orders, his green eyes filled with determination.

Y/n only nods in response, she has to conserve her energy."

"Don't worry about me. I'm not going to die so easily,"—he chuckles— "Now go, I'll be with you once I take him down." He bends down to kiss her cheek and nudges her to the woods. He then pivots and heads straight the eye of the storm.

As Buggy runs towards an unknown danger, Y/n takes one last look at Kija. His eyes glow like the sun, though no warmth emits from the light, it feels almost sinister, like a scorching heat that melts everything in its path. Who knows what powers the gemstone holds; she hopes Buggy will be alright. For now, she runs, hoping to stay alive to see another day.

[bardfm]

* ˖ ♥︎ emily bader  &  cis woman  &  she/her     |     wilhelmina “mina” roshan, the musician of lyris for the past three years. they're twenty four, and known to be quite clever, charismatic and talented, but on a bad day they can be spoiled, egocentric, vain. within lyris, it’s common knowledge that mina is always strumming her lute in search of inspiration, and they don’t have any interest in being a rider.     |     empty wine glasses, colorful skirts made out of silk, a finely crafted lute, loud laughter, the sweet call of nightingales

* ˖ ♥︎  STATS

BASICS

BIRTH NAME :  wilhelmina roshan. NICKNAME :  mina. AGE :  twenty four. PLACE OF BIRTH :  capital city of andraech-íle. RESIDENCE :  lyris. OCCUPATION :  musician/bard/occasional player. GENDER :   cis woman. PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY :  bisexual.

APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM :  emily bader. HAIR COLOR :  warm brown, falling in well kept waves down her shoulders. EYE  COLOR :  hazel, big and clever. HEIGHT :  5′ 4 ft / 163 cm. BUILD :  slender and graceful, with the poise of someone who had etiquette lessons from a young age.

PERSONALITY

TRAITS :  clever, charismatic, talented, spoiled, egocentric, vain, ambitious, playful, impulsive, passionate, manipulative. TROPES :  the bard, genius ditz, the heart, the serial romeo, innocently insesitive.

FLAWS :  mina has difficulty seeing past the tip of her own nose (which, in fairness, is quite a lovely nose). she doesn’t intend to be so egocentric, and her heart is almost always in the right place, but humility and kindness are virtues that she hasn’t quite mastered. it’s not that she’s mean, exactly, she’s just... exceptionally good at being herself. STRENGTHS :  far sharper than her popular drinking songs would suggests, mina is a master at reading people and navigating even the trickiest situations. with a wink and a well-placed word, she can charm the boots (and quite possibly the pants) off of just about anyone. Don’t be fooled by the flash and glamour, there’s a quick mind behind those sparkling eyes.

PRIMARY  VICE :  pride. PRIMARY  VIRTUE :  fortitude.

HOBBIES :  learning to play new instruments, reading, attending social events that include free alchool and powerful people. SKILLS :  besides her musical talent, mina is surpringly quick with a shortsword, something she learned while living in caerleon with a former lover. QUIRKS :  always humming something underneath her breath, has a huge sweet tooth, is incredibly allergic to mulberries.

LIKES :  recieving love letters (though she hardly reads them), collecting trinkets and jewlery, embroidered clothes, mulled wine, lemon cakes. DISLIKES :  humourless people, having a routine, being ignored, unflattering lighting, bad music. FEARS :  losing her voice, being forgotten, being tied down.

CHARACTER INSPO:  jaskier (the witcher), a terrifying cross between scanlan shorthalt and jester lavorre (critical role), lestat de lioncourt (vampire chronicles) medieval-fantasy chappell roan tbh EXTRAS:  pinterest / playlist

FAMILY

FATHER :  oskar roshan. MOTHER :  ilse roshan. SIBLINGS :  mina is the youngest of four children, gretel, annika and hayden.

  * ˖ ♥︎  BIOGRAPHY

wilhelmina roshan is a bard of her own making — just ask her. the fact that she's the youngest daughter of the obscenely wealthy roshan family? a mere coincidence, she insists with a dazzling smile. her childhood was an idyllic vision of music lessons, opulent toys, and sun-soaked vacations, but mina always had her eyes on something grander. being from the bustling capital of andraech-íle, she grew up listening to fantastical stories from far-flung lands, and by age eleven, she knew deep down that the life of a pampered noble just wasn’t for her. she longed to be a different kind of pampered — an adored, continent-wide famous bard, whose songs would send hearts soaring and crowds roaring.

at seventeen, mina packed her bags, bid her family a fond farewell, and set off to conquer the world with only the clothes on her back (and a small fortune in her pockets). self-assured and as radiant as a sunrise, she soon found herself playing to packed taverns, where patrons sang her lyrics as loudly as they cheered her name. adorers sent her gifts, and admirers — well, they lined up for a chance to catch her eye. 

but even mina’s star-studded life wasn’t without its lulls. tales of a mysterious, dragon-filled city began to stir her restless heart, and soon enough, the rumors were too tantalizing to resist. so, with absolutely no connection to the creative block that had plagued her recently (all artists go through that, don’t they?), she packed up and headed to lyris. dragons would surely inspire her next great ballad! upon arrival, she was swept into the city’s theatrical troupe, where she naturally assumed the role of the main star.

alas, even stars can fall. mina’s stint with the troupe lasted a mere two years, ended by what she would call "creative differences," and what the troupe would call "a raging ego and too many spats with the director." no matter. the stage was far too small for her ambition anyway. now she’s set her sights on a solo career, ready to charm her beloved fans with music so grand, even dragons might sing along.

[coconuttealatte]

2024 Resolution

Diet: Healthy restriction + 14:10 & 6:1 intermittent fasting. 1,200-1,500 calories per day, 6 days eating + 1 detox/fast per week, 14 hour fast daily - 9 am to 7 pm eating hours. Cut out regined sugars, oils, excess salt, eggs, dairy, and meat (except fish). Eat clean healthy whole foods with good nutritional value. Count macros & calories. Take vitamins as needed. DO NOT BINGE! No met days, no cheat days, no pre-planned binge eating - it's just self sabotage and it's never worth it.

Exercise: Create a routine and stick to it. Self discipline is born from consistency and habit. Do yoga in the morning after waking up, dance ballet three times per week, run three times per week, do pilates or bodyweight workouts before bed, bike to run errands instead of taking the bus. On fasting/detox day, just do light yoga, stretching, and walking for exercise.

Hygiene: Take showers three times per week, before bed, and freshen up between. Skincare daily. Find a signature scent, don't overdo it. Never wear the same outfit without washing between. Don't leave the house messy, dirty, or underdressed. Carry hand sanitizer, wipes, lotion, chap stick, deodorant, and perfume in bag at all time. Do Not Chew Your Nails.

Style: Wear less makeup - don't cake it on. Mascara, neutral eyeshadow, and chapstick for regular wear. Cultivate personal style. Buy good quality clothes in dark and muted greens, rich browns, black, cream, and other neutral and natural earthy tones. Gold, bronze, and rose gold for jewlery. Get a few nice signature pieces. Get tattoos and piercings - been wanting the same ones for years, time to take that leap. Always make sure nail polish is not chipped, well filed and long but not too long, cuticles are taken care of, etc.

Other: Learn asl (American sign language), practice art and writing, camp and spend time in nature as often as possible, learn how to blend tea, take care of three plants, practice witchcraft, move into a better apartment, stop focusing on negativity.