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mysteryshoptls · 7 months

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SSR Jack Howl - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: Oh, this painting has wolves in the snow chasing an intruder that was romping through their territory. Very brave of them.

Jack: And this painting… Ah, it's a wolf that raised an orphaned baby. Didn't know one did that.

Jack: There's so many wolves to be proud of.

Jack: ―Ah, oops. I can't help lingering whenever I see a painting of wolves. Since they invited me all the way out here, I should take a look at the other stuff as well.

Jack: Hm? What's that painting of those animals over there…?

???: Oho? This is quite the tasteful art piece.

Jack: Oh you're… Malleus-senpai. So, you like this one, too?

Malleus: Indeed. It is truly a scene to behold that I could not help myself stopping before it.

Malleus: The sight of the baboon walking through the throng of animals, all whom have their heads bowed, is majestic and beautiful… Whatever could they be doing there?

Jack: I think this is… Yeah, a depiction of when all the animals gathered to celebrate the birth of their prince.

Jack: The baboon in the center there was respected by all the other animals as a real capable sorcerer.

Jack: Not only was he an amazing mage, he was also good at drawing, and was real strong, too.

Jack: Don't you think that's amazing? It's only natural that he'd remain in the history books, especially being that skilled.

Malleus: True, those with exceptional talents have a charming tendency to attract the attention of others.

Malleus: And you, Howl, seem to have quite the font of knowledge, with how you to readily are able to answer my queries...

Jack: Heh, I just a thing or two about the history of animals, since I'm a beastman, and all. Back when I was a kid, I'd have a ton of picture books, and I'd hear all about them.

Jack: But I think it was the tales of the King of Beasts that really made me actually go to the library and want to study more on it.

Jack: Take the fact that he was the leader of his pride. He must've been a head above everyone else in all his abilities.

Malleus: Heh… I'm certain that was the case. At any rate, it sounds to me as though this conversation has lit a fire inside of you.

Malleus: You seem to have some form of attachment to the King of Beasts.

Jack: I wouldn't say attachment… I just respect the way he pursued his life.

Malleus: Respect, I see. Well then, have you ever thought of seizing the position of pack leader as the King of Beasts did?

Jack: Nah. I don't like being part of a pack, and I'm not one for leadership.

Malleus: Oho? I was under the impression that wolves hunted in packs.

Jack: If we have the same end goal, sure, I'll team up with whoever. But it's not like I'll obediently wag my tail for everyone.

Jack: A pack leader needs to be wiser and more responsible than anyone else.

Jack: If the guy at the top makes the wrong judgement, then everyone else will suffer.

Malleus: So, you consider "wisdom" to be the key trait of a leader?

Jack: I mean, it's not enough to just be wise. They also have to be physically strong. There are folk out there that'll use sly and cowardly methods to do what they want.

Jack: If they don't have the strength to completely crush 'em down, they're not worthy of that spot at the top.

Malleus: Heh… You sure do tout some lofty expectations, Howl.

Jack: I just don't like compromising. And, since these are expectations, there'd be no point into setting them so low in the first place.

Jack: Sometimes people say I'm overly conscious, or a pain to deal with, but… So what?

Jack: No matter what anyone else might say, I follow what I believe in. I decided that long ago.

Malleus: Heh, I see that you're a rather stubborn one, Howl. However, I cannot say that pride is a terrible thing to have.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: So, this museum also has a painting of a young lady wishing at a well, huh.

Jack: Back home… I mean, in the Shaftlands, you'd see this pretty much everywhere, but it's been a while since I've laid eyes on one, myself.

Malleus: Hm? Is this painting that well known in the Shaftlands?

Jack: Not really this painting, so much as the actual story behind it. To the point where you'd see artwork based on it displayed all over the country.

Jack: You'll get people tryin' to make a wish in the well like she does, too.

Jack: My little sister'll run to a well every time she sees one. Not like there's any proof that it'll grant her wish, but she still does.

Malleus: You make it sound as though you've never wished upon a well, Howl.

Jack: Uh, well… I did try when I was a kid… But only once.

Malleus: Oho, and why was that?

Jack: At the moment I tried to cast my wish, I fell into the well…

Jack: At the time, I was a little too short to look over the edge of the well. So, I tried to hoist myself over the rim, but I put a little too much oomph into it.

Jack: It was an old well, so there wasn't any water, but a huge pile of fallen leaves, so I didn't get hurt… But it did startle me pretty bad then.

Jack: On top of that, that well was in the middle of the forest, where people didn't really walk past. No matter how hard I yelled, no one came by.

Malleus: What misfortune. However, as you are standing here before me today, I must assume that someone did indeed come and save you.

Jack: Nope, I got out by myself. Luckily, the inside of the well had real blocky walls, so I was able to use them as footholds as I climbed out.

Jack: But that definitely wasn't easy. Back then, I wasn't training or nothing, so I didn't really have any muscles, either.

Jack: I thought I was going to fall so many times, but somehow, I got out of there…

Jack: As soon as I got out of the well, I collapsed, 'cause I was so exhausted and just couldn't move for a while.

Jack: I really thought I was in a huge pinch there, but… At the same time, I was also a pretty impressed.

Malleus: Impressed…?

Jack: Yeah. I was having trouble just climbing up to the edge of the well in the first place, but then I was able to climb the whole well up to the surface.

Jack: I was able to do something that I didn't think I'd be able to do. That means that any wish can be granted…

Jack: SO LONG AS I HAVE STRENGTH AND MUSCLES!!!

Jack: So, basically, anytime I'd have extra time that would have otherwise been spent wishing on a well, I just worked out, instead.

Malleus: Fufu, you truly found an extreme approach… But I see. Essentially, this incident was not completely misfortunate.

Jack: Yeah, I'd say so. I think I'm how I am now, because of what happened there.

Jack: Now that I'm thinking of why I got into all this training, I kind of want to work out now.

Jack: When I get back to campus, I'm going to throw myself into my training even more, so that I can overcome anything I encounter with my own power!

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jack: The Queen of Hearts, huh… I feel like I see her depicted alongside animals a lot.

Malleus: True. However, that is a rather unusual bird.

Malleus: It appears to be a flamingo; however I've never seen a lime green one in my life.

Jack: From what I heard, in the country that the Queen of Hearts ruled over there were flamingos of various colors, not just pink.

Jack: When Heartslabyul do their traditional croquet tournaments, they use magic to color the animals to match this tale.

Malleus: Oho? You certainly know much about this.

Jack: Me and those two from Ramshackle got invited by Ace and Deuce to play croquet with them, so…

Jack: It's just something I heard back then.

Jack: …Ugh, man. Talking about it reminded me of how I lost pretty bad then.

Malleus: Those in Heartslabyul are quite familiar with croquet. Is it not surprising to lose to them?

Jack: Even if I've never played it before, I'm usually pretty good at any sport I try. Only…

Jack: The croquet they play in Heartslabyul has real weird rules, and you need to get the animals to work with you.

Jack: During our game, the flamingo and hedgehogs were nervous only with me, so they didn't move like I was hoping they would.

Jack: They weren't scared of Grim and [Yuu], even though they were also playing with us...

Jack: The fact that I lost without being able to do anything really frustrates me.

Jack: Or more like… Can that game even be called a sport, in the first place?

Malleus: Certainly, I would agree that it is a far cry different from what one would consider an ordinary sport. I was also surprised when I first observed it.

Jack: You think so too, right!? It's just weird, needing to work alongside the animals like that...

Jack: Seeing that all the sport-loving types in my dorm haven't ever played it before…

Jack: I really don't think they could even be put in the same category. But I can't deny that I did lose the game.

Jack: When the next time comes that I play croquet with them, I can't show a terrible display like that again.

Jack: So that just means that I have to keep up in my Animal Linguistics classes!

Malleus: I see. So, ever since you lost, you've been continuing to improve yourself.

Malleus: They do say that the languages of smaller animals is rather difficult to absorb. Good for you, putting your all into even a mere game.

Jack: That's 'cause I don't want to lose the same game twice. Next time, I'll make Ace and Deuce lose face.

Malleus: Fufu, I shall hope for your efforts to be successful.

Malleus: ―Well then, I shall make my way to a different exhibit. You should also make an effort to look at some more of your favorite paintings.

Jack: …There he goes. He just does his own thing, huh? I really don't know what goes through his head.

Jack: Well, whatever. I guess I'll head towards another exhibit too. …Hm? This painting…

Jack: Ah, a lion prince, and his hornbill attendant. Heh, how can such a pathetic lookin' lion really become king?

Jack: I'll only ever accept someone strong. If they're to be king, they need to have the power to crush all greedy and sleazy people down.

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pearlywritings · 1 year

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Behind the wall of falling snow we love

synopsis: Pierro is a mysterious man, the kind that guards his secrets well. One of them is being you, his lovely wife, his heart, his everlasting lover. And tonight he is finally stealing you from your duties and bringing you to his residence where you can drop the masks you wear for the people of Snezhnaya and be just a married couple.

pairing: Pierro x fem!reader

tw: smut, established relationship, immortal lovers (you and Pierro are Khaenri’ahns), religious themes, sliiiight a/b/o feature, oral, biting, unprotected sex, obviously size difference

word count: 8.1k+ words in total

author’s note: the words of prayer are actually a translated and altered from French song Ave Maria Païen from Notre Dame de Paris musical.

Ave Tsaritsa, please pardon me, if in your house I have come begging.

The Cathedral of Tsar the Saviour is a majestically built and decorated temple, having been honoring the previous Cryo Archon in the past, and now being full of prayers offered to the Tsaritsa. Today the official designation is the only reminder of in whose name it was founded, as every last piece inside and out was completely replaced with symbolism of the new deity, and Pierro personally made sure of it, solidifying her position and showing what a good and valuable asset he was.

And still is.

Ave Tsaritsa, no one ever taught me about kneeling.

Half-truth and half-lie. The people of Khaenri'ah had their ruler, to whom bowing heads and, on occasion, getting down on their knees was an etiquettish must. But they never had a god to humiliate themselves before. Even now, he doesn’t quite do so, always proudly standing akin to a frozen statue near the goddess, that is not his. Nor yours.

Ave Tsaritsa, please will you keep me from the misery, madness and fools, who rule this evil world?

That's what the purpose of the Harbingers is - enlightening the Snezhnayan people according to the wishes of Her Majesty Tsaritsa and ensuring that nothing can undermine their faith in her and push them off the intended path. Who knew that religion can be such a powerful instrument? Too bad it ended up in his and your hands. Of that he also made sure.

Ave Tsaritsa, I'm a stranger and you're my last recourse.

You were strangers to this snowy land; weakened and exhausted by the curse were your bodies the first time you ever saw your future salvation. Back then the kindness in her eyes wasn’t hidden behind a veil, and the heart, not yet frozen, tightened at the display of your tightly intertwined fingers, the stubborn desire not to let go of each other’s hand touched the deepest parts of her immortal soul. Nowadays Pierro may call it a memory that’ll never be proven existent, because the only person capable of telling it has locked herself in the Zapolyarny Palace, rarely appearing in front of anyone, and The Jester, despite the folly of his code name, is not an idiot to go and flaunt around about his dear one.

Ave Tsaritsa, please can't you hear me? Please take down all these walls between us. We all should be as one.

A wall between a follower and an Archon…foolish to try and break it. But the Cryo Archon heeds as she is fond of your singing, and you can hardly call yourself her follower, having willingly become an instrument in the silver-haired wise and cunning man’s hands. You became the holy wonder of Snezhnaya - a maiden, who hasn’t grown older a day over the centuries, and many generations came to witness your divine service and had your voice stuck in their minds, piercing their very souls. And the man could claim with certainty - you were loved by the people.

Ave Tsaritsa, please watch over my life night and day.

She really doesn’t, but Snezhnayans do, however it was by your wish and with your consent, that he put you before so many watchful eyes, and the Archon’s ones as well. But then again, if you want to hide something precious, you should put it right before the seeker’s nose. He made you adored, he secured your safety with the right deeds of yours - all Abyss would break loose if something happened to their cherished high priestess and no one would like to incur the wrath of the Tsaritsa and the Harbingers.

Ave Tsaritsa, oh please protect me. Please guard me and my love; now I pray.

His stone heart flutters for how softly, how tenderly have you sung of who your heart is beating for. Not for the deity, no - it’s pumping blood for the very man who is standing in the shadow of a wide pillar, gazing at you from behind a mask and holding a thick cape similar to his own, with his plans quite evident.

Tonight you are leaving with him.

Ave Tsaritsa. Amen.

You breathe the last words of the song against your hands, clasped together in front of you in a prayer, and the sound seems to infiltrate every corner of the grand catholicon. Your figure is ethereal, kneeling on the steps before the huge stained glass of the Cryo Archon your words were directed to. Basking in the light of the moon, pouring through the glass and painting you in the sacred blues of Her Majesty's robes, you look like a holy being, and had Pierro not known you were a sinner like him, he would've been tricked by your false chastity. Whiteness of the high priestess’s robes is pure, much purer than the snow outside, but now tainted by the colors of the Archon you both swore to serve.

Even if she doesn't, Pierro watches you, and his gaze will never waver.

Your archbishop’s crown reflects the light and diamonds gleam coldly, just like they are. The long veil hides your soft pretty hair he loves running his fingers through so much. It soothes him, reminds him of the times he used to witness you braiding them in the morning and unbraiding in the evening, sitting on the edge of your shared bed and talking about everything and nothing.

Now this became a privilege, one you are granted only once every couple of months. Sometimes separation is unbearable, but the different flight of time immortals experience makes it more tolerable. And you both know - it’s a small price for the power you managed to obtain.

Slowly you open your eyes - breathtaking cosmic crystals, that shine with pretensive innocence and have fooled and enchanted much more mortals you care to count. You are already doing so much for them, no need to try and remember every single one, it’s the clerics’ job and they fulfill it excellently under your guidance.

Pierro thinks this position suits you. You are not stupid, far from it, while leading others along the path he wants, you see right through it, never forgetting your homeland, never forgetting who you are, never forgetting the pain. You always were like this, even half a millenia ago your ingenious character intrigued him and pulled him to you like a magnet. Winning your affections and uniting your destinies by marriage is still one of his biggest personal achievements.

Despite being cursed, he is a blessed man and was one long before the doom was brought upon his nation. You are his eternal blessing.

You descend more gracefully than the deity behind you ever could in Pierro's eyes, because you were descending to him. Robes and the veil flow behind you magnificently - a sight he witnessed thousands of times, yet it still gets to steal his breath away, because you look like a lovely bride to be wed.

And I would marry you again, in every other world or timeline that is existent.

That’s what you told him when he admitted the reason for his awe-stricken expression during your first century of living in the land of snows. Even now, the cold and terrifying advisor of the Tsaritsa feels the same.

“Have you waited for long?” You start speaking not even halfway close to him. The question echoes in the majorly empty space, and prompts the man to step out of his hiding spot, becoming the victim of the moonlight as well.

“No, I have not,” his answer is short, but only because he doesn’t like getting personal before you two are back in his manor, where he knows no one can interfere. You simply nod at that.

“I’ll go and change. Will you wait for me, Lord Pierro?”

Always.

“Of course, Your Eminence,” he doesn’t ask you to take your time, and you know that while he is an embodiment of patience, you don’t have any second to waste.

Putting the crown on the pedestal and laying out your ceremonial clothes for the trusted deaconesses to take care of tomorrow, you can't stop the excitement pouring from your heart. Two months ago you couldn't meet due to the passing of the Eighth Harbinger - you were busy with the memorial service to commemorate La Signora and your beloved was stolen away by his duties and complications, caused by her death. While you did not hold anything against the fair lady, your thoughts were far from mourning, only thinking of the wasted time with an edge of bitterness. It happened before, and you learnt to bear with that, but even with all your practiced patience you'd never want the repeat of that three-year long occurrence when you haven't seen or heard from him at all due to your respective occupations.

You sigh in relief when the heavy fabric and furs are brought upon your shoulders, hiding the elegant, yet simple outfit, reserved for your outings. The weight of his big gloved palms is also welcomed and the deep sound of his voice washes like calming waves over you.

"Should we be on our way?" You don't see him, but you know the glow his eyes possess. Usually unreadable, they glint with emotion, the one - you can proudly declare - reserved only for you.

"Yes, we should, My Lord. We have quite a number of things to discuss and settle."

The staff of the Jester's manor know that their master and the head of the priesthood have business to discuss and under no circumstance should they be interrupted for the night and the next day. Fireplaces are lit and fresh wood is prepared. The room, that became your personal chambers in his estate, is cleaned and readied for your most comfortable stay, and the servants make sure to move as far away from the West wing, where it and the living room you use for your discussions are located. Eavesdropping is akin to a death sentence, but many would consider themselves imbeciles for trying to sneak on the two most respected and praised people in the whole country.

How fortunate it is that the Jester's personal chambers are in the same wing, just at the other end of the corridor? Servants have just one part of the building to avoid during those times, not worried about accidentally doing something wrong in regard to him and you.

Little do they know what exactly happens behind the closed door, since no one is allowed near them during these particular times. They can’t even fathom the sins your bodies bask in, perfect images crumbling down and revealing the real yous, wild and yearning, drinking up each other's touch like a life-saving water of the oasis, work talk replaced with sweet moans and low grunts and long-forgotten names occasionally slipping past your parted lips.

This is why the sheets get burnt after every stay of yours. Staff members know that's being done to prevent anyone from feeling tempted to steal and sell the fabric, touched by the skin of the Saint. In reality no one needs to know of the reasons behind torn holes and stains.

Pierro destroys them personally in the morning, as you calmly sip on your tea, seated in the armchair of his bedroom with nothing but the silk bathrobe covering your body (replaced by just his shirt occasionally). Only then you devote some of your time for actual discussions and planning, while having an amazing supper and regaining your strength for another couple of rounds, that do not even have to include the bed.

Sometimes, though, the discussion starts when servants leave you till the next evening - the time you inevitably shall depart.

"Anything notable on your side?"

You hum, plucking a pristine white petal from the water surface and twirling it between your fingers. The large floor-installed pool is enough to fit at least three people of your lover’s complexion, but there is only you, water up to your collarbones and pleasantly hot against your skin. Hundreds of petals float around you, covering your body from two piercing eyes and occasionally bumping against your bent knees, and you don’t even want to think how many flowers the servants wasted just to “please” you.

“Nothing much, and nothing of concerning importance” you admit with a huff. Church is actually a pretty good source of information; with Snezhnayan being such good believers and followers it is not hard to gather intel through confessions and later pass the concerning ones to Pierro for him to see if it actually can cause harm. But as of later it was very calm.

“Though I must admit, one young lady really caught my interest,” you throw the petal away and sink a bit deeper, water pooling around your neck now. You lift a leg, stretching a little, and from the corner of the eye watch the half-naked man, seated on the edge of the pool, following with his attentive gaze the path the droplets make down your smooth skin before they disappear somewhere at your thigh.

“And that is?” Oh, these eyes. If you were standing, you’d certainly sink onto the nearest piece of furniture, unable to fight its magic even hundreds of years later. His mostly bared body becomes the next victim of your fascination, and you bite the inside of your cheek, feeling that tingling sensation at the tips of your fingers.

“Well…” you hum again, holding his inquiring gaze and slowly, teasingly lowering your leg back into the water. “If you take all of your clothes off right now, I might tell you."

'All of his clothes' is an open shirt and a pair of pants, both made of a very light fabric. He probably abandoned the robe while walking through your bedroom, and the mask was most likely taken off there too.

"Oh?" His chest shakes with a deep chuckle, that has that specific dark edge to it, that makes you aware of why people submit to him. "It seems the information is really not of such a great importance, if you are asking me to undress in exchange."

"Mmm, you saw through my intentions. But can you really blame me? It's been so long…" Your voice trails off and you sigh, diverting your eyes elsewhere, sight quickly obscured with the images of your last encounters, making your heart clench. You must stay unbothered, but this is so excruciating, being trapped in the land of raging blizzards and frozen landscapes and the loving touch becoming not an everyday thing, but a seldom occurrence. The memories of what it used to be like are almost non-existent at this point, having been wiped out of your mind with the new reality.

Gaze falls onto your wrist and a small smile tugs onto your lips. An intricate band of the metal one would never find again and the stones that lie deep down in the mines of the miasm-contaminated homeland, rests against your skin, gleaming beautifully in the light. The same is wrapped around Pierro's wrist, just a bit wider than yours - one Khaenri'ahn tradition you were allowed to preserve - the symbol of your marriage, which in the broad daylight stays hidden under your long sleeves.

The rustle of clothes doesn't register in your brain right away, but when it does your head whips to the side, just in time to see the silver-haired man sit back down, carelessly dumping his nightwear near the side of the tube.

"Happy now?" All sorrowful thoughts leave your mind instantly when all of his body is on display for your hungry gaze. With a soft splash you lift yourself slightly, enough to get on your knees and move closer to him. His braceleted hand immediately takes a hold of yours and you comfortably lean your chest on his thigh, using an elbow to create support for your head to look up at him.

"Yes, I am. Thank you, my love."

My love. Sometimes Pierro thinks you are just a dream, a pretty, nostalgic dream, where love is not just a concept. Snezhnaya and the closeness to the Cryo Archon affected him far more than you. He toughened up, his gaze got heavier and frown deeper, lips are always drawn in a tight line and voice is even and cold, lack of emotion coming straight from his almost destroyed heart. Just one part is still alive, and warm, and capable of feelings.

This part is loving you.

"Do I deserve to be told what caught your interest?"

You smile at that, happy that he is willing to engage in a chat that doesn't relate to your plans at all. It's one of the things that serves as a reminder that you are special to him, more special than anyone and anything else, be it the Tsaritsa or your scheming.

"Oh, that's a funny thing!" Beaming, you trace one of the scars on his abdomen with your finger, noting with a smirk how it tenses under the touch. "One of your colleagues gained a faithful admirer. Quite a hopeful one, if I am being honest."

Pierro hums, showing that he is actually listening, and reaches his hand to gently pat your hair. You are so pretty, leaning on him, breasts pushed against his leg, back arched and fingers caressing his stomach, which soon becomes an absentminded gesture as your unkissed mouth moves in speech.

"She's been coming every week for three months already, lightening candles for his safe return."

'Not Arlechino, not Columbina,' he notes, attempting to distract himself from the image before him, but still noticing every single detail about his perfect wife. Hand slides to graze the side of your face and put a stray lock behind your ear. You glance up at him and, holding his gaze, turn your head in the opposite direction to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, just above the wedding band. Pierro sharply inhales.

"Either way, she's been confessing her affections and, as the priest described it, did so "in a dreamy voice a young girl would talk about upcoming marriage". You think I spoke to my parents the same way about you?"

Your gaze turns curious and the notion of your question finally manages to return his focus. It's not often that you voice the things from the past, but on particularly calm days like today it just slips.

"I don't know. Did you?"

"I don't remember…"

Yes, that is why. And sometimes it just hurts.

"But no matter. Honestly I am quite surprised that people like her are a rare occasion. I mean, all of the Harbingers have qualities that might make you fall in love with them."

"Do many live or get close enough to witness those?" Pierro raises a brow and you roll your eyes, poking his side.

"Fair point. That's probably why she chose to fall for Childe. Young, energetic and outgoing he seems to wear his heart on his sleeve."

"Tartaglia, huh?" Makes sense, if he thinks of it. "But a marriage? Already?"

"Of course not! All I said she sounded like that, the only way the wedding is happening is in her imagination!" You burst into giggles at your lover's silly assumption, not missing him huff and tighten a hold on your hand.

"You are quite talkative today."

"I haven't seen you for four months! I missed you! You can't seriously expect me to be silent just staring at you with wide lovesick eyes."

As the man watches you dig your elbow in his thigh to push yourself off of him to stand up with the most fake offended look on your face, he thinks that his life would've ended had you succumbed to the fall of Khaenri'ah. You are the one keeping the part of him alive, cradling his heart in your loving hands, passing your warmth and aligning his heartbeat with yours.

Pierro loves you with everything left in him, and he himself can't measure if it's a lot or a little. He doesn't remember what it's like being humanly soft - but you tell him he is doing enough. And he chooses to believe you.

When a shadow is cast upon him his attention is stolen back by the present. Even with his huge complexion he has to crane his neck a bit to look at you, standing at your full height and staring down at him.

"But you are right," white lashes flutter when a warm palm cups a scarred side of his face, but he doesn't let himself succumb to the peaceful feeling, not yet, "it's time to finish with the conversations for today. Let's move to the bedroom."

Pierro is convinced that your body was created for worship. So soft, skin smooth despite all your hardships, locks thick and heavy, cascading down your shoulders, lips plump and sweet, lower one seductively caught between pearly teeth as you lead him back to your room, holding his wrist with both of your hands.

You are bared to each other, and can sense the space filling with the heat of arousal your bodies radiate. Every step closer to the bed ignites a small fire in the pit of your stomach, fueled by anticipation. Just a couple of meters and he'll push you down and pin with his weight, caging you with no thoughts of letting go for a long while, oh, you can already feel it with every cell.

With an abrupt stop you tug him closer so his body practically bumps into yours, and, releasing his wrist, cup his face instead.

"You are so handsome," you smile, standing on your tiptoes to reach and plant a kiss in the corner of his mouth. "And I bet you'd look even better on top of me."

Tempting, but he has other plans for now.

Your eyes grow wider, but a sparkle of excitement is clear in them, when the tall, broad man slowly, not breaking eye contact, gets down on his knees. Well, he did say your body was created for worshipping, so it makes Pierro your most devoted follower.

His lips are a relief against your heated skin and you sharply exhale, sliding palms to the back of his head. The kiss lingers against your stomach, the only 'ugly' part of your divine body. The place where the curse decided to bloom, circling your waist akin a wide belt, variations of dark splotches creating a bizarre picture on the canva of the skin. Still it is lesser than his is, but the price you paid for it was a devastating one.

"You are beautiful," he whispers, pressing another kiss, and then another, and then some more, leading a path down your pelvis. "So, so beautiful…"

"So now we are exchanging compliments?" Your fingers play with the longer strands of hair at the back of his neck as you are looking down at him, not missing a move, not missing the way his eyelids slide close, when he is almost there.

"Rather speaking truth," is his short answer, before his hands start prying your thighs apart.

"One leg on my shoulder," the command sends shocks through your body and you immediately obey, almost too excitedly throwing your leg over his shoulder. A kiss to the inside of your thigh is your reward.

"Now stand still, and once I secure my arms, put the other one too."

The anticipated display of physical strength makes you lose your voice for a moment and all you can do is quickly nod.

"Words, my dear, I need your words."

"I-I understood."

"Good girl."

The praise makes you blush and is enough of a distraction from what he is in the process of. But not a minute later, both your legs are on his shoulders, their broadness giving you enough room to keep your thighs spread. The globes of your ass are literally resting in the crook of his elbows, arms reaching up your back and palms splaying against your shoulder blades, creating a perfect support to lean into.

Your breath hitches when his warm breath ghosts against your slicked folds and heart begins violently beating with your body realizing the sheer strength of its partner and future pleasure this man is going to provide. And oh Archons, centuries proved how masterful he is in both.

First shudder wrecks your body when his thick tongue traces along your slit, coating it with saliva and teasing you with flicks of the tip. You blissfully sigh, closing your eyes and enjoying the small shocks sent down your spine with every drag of his wet muscle, before he steals your breath away by dipping it inside.

Pierro hums, content with tasting you again after so long, and you are so pliant in his arms, putting an ultimate trust in him, that his own sex swells at the thought. The tip of his tongue catches against your clit, which makes you gasp and tighten your hold on the back of his head, involuntarily bucking hips forward. But he is not going to give you everything right away, no, he is going to show you his faith slowly, so you can understand every single notion behind his actions of praise and worship.

That is why he is drawing his face away, smirking at your needy whine. Attention shifts on your thighs - the last time he thoroughly marked them, so harshly in fact, so you would’ve still had them aching for days to remember the time spent together. Now your flesh is so pristine clean, that he hardly suppresses the urge to bite you right away. Instead he wills himself to plant kisses, sucking the skin occasionally to leave the blooming spots to darken later in beautiful hickies, undeniably hidden by your long and many layered garment. The hairs of his beard tickles you, contrasting with the slight tingles of pain, when he decides to lightly catch the skin between his teeth and urge you to pant and squirm in his hold.

"Stop teasing me…" You try to turn his head back into the direction you most need him in, but yelp, when he digs his nails in your back and bites on your other thigh. "Pierro!"

He only groans, flexing his shoulders to shift you in a more comfortable position, licking the stinging spot he's just abused.

Biting your lip, you have half a mind to reach a hand and touch yourself since he doesn't, but the man knows you well. He glares up at you, the dangerous glint in his eyes doing not much to scare you, but that's not his intention. It's a warning.

"Don't look at me like this," you huff, still taking one of your hands from behind his head, but reaching to cup your breast instead, "I can take a little bit of teasing, but not when you give me a taste and then ignore my aching."

The way you roll the erected bud between your fingers ignites fire in the pit of his stomach, leaving his cock half hard. Who is the one talking about teasing?

A soft cry leaves your lips, when he finally dives back in. Your lover sucks on your clit like there is no tomorrow, pressing the tip of his tongue against it hard. It twitches in his mouth from stimulation and your back arches, fingers grabbing and messing his hair from the intensity he's attacked you with.

Pretty moans and deep groans fill the room as he delves his tongue into the hole - rubbing against your walls deliciously. Slick gathers at his chin and slowly drips down, just a couple landing on his twitching length. You taste divine, in all the years of his life he's never drunk anything that would come close in comparison to your nectar. He grinds his face deeper into your pussy, beard tickling the insides of the thighs and nose nudging the swollen nub, as he savors you.

Your heels dig in his back, your own arches into his arms, and you feel so so heavenly. The palm pressing on his head is as secure as his own hold on you, not letting him back off this time, so unwilling to lose this building pressure in your belly, that'll soon explode, giving you the sweet release you've been yearning for.

Pierro relishes in your throaty whine when he drags the first orgasm out of you, gulping down whatever your spasming cunt has to offer. He feels your legs trembling, but he also knows that this tiny form of relief is nothing compared to how strongly he can actually make you cum on his fingers and cock, when you writhe and thrash under him, begging for no more, or when you are stuffed to the brink and unable to move, weakly clawing at his shoulders to stop. He wonders where tonight will lead you two to.

With an oof your back hits the bed, and his arms slide from under your body. Your hand drops to your side, as the one that was fondling with your chest rests on it, feeling your heart beating against the outstretched palm.

"See, was it so hard?" You smile at him, rising to his feet and wiping his glistening mouth and chin. "Maybe I should sit on your face more. It brings you to action faster."

Wordlessly Pierro grabs your waist and shifts you higher on the bed, climbing onto right after. He lets you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him closer, slotting your mouths together and sharing a kiss full of unspoken passion. He presses himself on you, pinching your hip and making you gasp, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth. You taste yourself and moan, sliding your own appendage against his, licking at it playfully.

Only you make him feel like this - hot, bothered, desperate, thoughts reigned by you, - everything the Jester is not, but your husband is. Only your touches and your embraces can comfort and relax him, only your kisses steal his breath away and cloud his mind, only your softness against his sturdiness is a perfect match, one that makes so much sense. Only with your heart his agrees to synchronize, sharing one beat, one melody. Only because of you he still knows what love is and that this is the feeling you two share.

When he breaks apart, chest rising and falling in sync with yours, he can't help but focus on your neck - another canva begging to be painted and who is he to decline? Your head falls back as his teeth graze down your throat. Legs, having a mind of their own, spread, and Pierro doesn't miss a chance to use it.

Your cunt is still sensitive when he plunges a long finger inside. Walls flutter and tighten around sudden intrusion, and the skillful thumb starts drawing slow circles on your clit.

"So tight…" He growls into your skin, leaving a tenth hickey on your neck and collarbones. "In four months you must've forgotten the shape of me…"

"I'll be quick to remember, mmm," you bite your lip, when he starts moving and curling his digit, all the while switching his attention to your full breasts. Your moans grow louder than before as he teases your pebbled nipples with his tongue, enveloping them in his mouth, gently sucking and releasing with a wet pop, blowing cool air on them right after only to feel you squeeze his finger.

Pierro is working your open with one and then two digits, not forgetting to play with the bundle of nerves, making the slick gush that soon even you could hear the squelching noise your pussy is making. What would've made you shy and embarrassed on your first couple of nights with him, now turns you on more than anything, prompting you to roll your hips to meet his own movements. Sometimes you feel his hard dick brush against your thigh and you gaze at him in silent question. He shakes his head, declining your help, and adds the third finger.

Now that's a really tight fit and he has a hard time dragging three fingers against your gummy, but resisting walls. You attempt to relax, but there is little you can do with how big everything about him is. Your body grows restless and fingers dig into the pillow above your head, back lifting off the mattress in a sensual arch and feet planting to bend the knees. Once or twice his real name drips like honey from your swollen lips and the man's heart skips a beat or two, your own name whispered between your ribs as kisses are pressed against the skin of your stomach.

When his mouth envelopes your clit again your moans get louder and thighs twitch to close around his head, but he uses his now free hand to push them away and pin you by the lower stomach down. Your fingers reach in his hair again, tugging on silver strands when he sucks particularly hard or curls his digits and brushes that delicious spot inside, that makes you see stars bright enough to outshine the ones in the sky.

Pierro loves when you grab onto him, doesn't matter where or how, he just loves having your hands on his body: holding, caressing, palming, squeezing, cupping… Every single touch makes him aware of your mood and desire to have him, which makes bringing you to mind-blowing orgasm even more satisfying. You inevitably scratch him, leaving a mark of your own.

He softly hisses as you dig your nails in the back of his neck, almost breaking skin to draw blood, and with a trembling scream cum. Pierro fingers you through your high, feeling your walls spasming and slick running down his hand and your thighs, soon to ruin the sheets, and watches you shudder, mouth hanging open and sweet noises creating a pretty melody. Could anyone witness a scene more divine? He can swear he is the only one.

You bite your lip when he plants a kiss to your clit and slowly pulls his fingers out, leaving you so empty, and more yearning than before.

"I want you," is your breathless demand, hands reaching for him. The man quickly grabs them, bringing closer to his mouth to kiss every single knuckle.

"Patience, my dear," is his quiet murmur, which makes you grimace.

"What is here to wait for? I've been waiting for so long, I have patience of a saint!" Literally. "Tonight is the only time I can forget about it, please don't take it away from me, I know you want me too."

And you are right. After having your taste and getting to feel the welcoming softness of your pussy he wants nothing more to sink in and mold you back to the shape of his cock.

Then why wouldn't he do just that? Taking wife's lovely advice never hurts.

He places a large hand above your head to steady himself, preventing him from crushing you with his burly mass. You hold your breath in anticipation, when the big mushroom tip parts your lips and presses against your opening. With a deep inhale Pierro grits his teeth and pushes inside, stomach immediately flexing when your walls swallow an inch. His gaze is on your face, making sure you are alright as he is slowly working his massive dick into your cunt. He knows you can take him, even if sometimes after big breaks your body screams that it can't, but the habit of checking on you just never died.

As he finally fully settles inside, he understands that his ability to move is to be cruelly tested. Your walls have an almost vice grip on his girth and the man above you groans as you tighten even more with sweet moans falling from your lips. Hair disheveled, hands fisting the shits beside your head, legs desperately trying to wrap around his wide waist but to no avail. Your struggle - to embrace his body, to take in his girth, - amuses him, but he has some pity for his dear wife, as his big scarred palms slide down your hips, leaving a trail of fire igniting sensations on your skin, and up to your knees, grasping under them and securing your legs where you want them, where he wants them. You cannot escape, you are his.

"If you don't relax, I won't be able to move."

"But it's-" you mewl when he experimentally rolls his hips.

"Don't tell me it's too much. You've taken it for centuries, don't tell me you can't take your husband's cock now," the man smirks at the way your eyes light up, and the hand with a bracelet on it reaches out to him. He lets himself a moment of vulnerability, leaning forward and into your palm, eyes sliding close and hips stilling, pelvis pressed impossibly close to yours. You feel the hairs of his beard grazing your skin, and softly run the thumb over his lips, usually drawn in a tight line. Breath chokes when he opens his mouth and bites the tip of your finger, gently catching it between his teeth. Your heart skips a beat and you tighten again, eliciting another groan from him and prompting the jaws get a little bit tighter too.

"Relax," sounds more like an angry order, but you know it's just because the man is slowly but surely losing control because of your body.

"What, can't you take your wife's pussy?" You cheekily shoot his words back at him and instantly regret it.

Because Pierro lets go of your poor thumb and launches forward, crushing you a little with his weight, and closes his mouth on your neck. Your whole face goes red from how lewdly you moan when teeth bite hard on that special place that makes you go absolutely wild once stimulated. You still haven't figured out the cause of these, and making you a subject of Dottore's research is the last thing Pierro would do in his life. You discovered it after the curse settled in your bodies and just decided to embrace this new feature, since it proved not to be causing any harm. Quite contrary, it brings you unimaginable pleasure.

Your whole body heats when he tightens his jaws a little more and you claw at his back. You have no idea what you want - him to let go or stay like this, but the unbearable need for him to move gnaws at your insides.

The man smirks when you arch into him, breasts pressing to his chest and pelvises flush against each other. He rolls his hips again, and this time his cock slides smoothly between your walls.

"Good job, love," you shudder and whimper when hot breath ghosts against your ear. Pierro murmurs quiet words of consolation, licking at the bruised place, where the dents of his teeth are already becoming pretty pronounced. He doesn't forget to thrust into you, setting a steady pace and trying some angles to find the perfect one to hit all your favorite spots.

It takes a bit of time, but he figures it out, grabbing you under one knee and pushing it forward to put you in a position that lets him reach deeper, tip kissing your cervix. From now on he grows relentless with only one thought in mind - to satiate you. He fills you over and over with his length, bulging veins caressing your walls, eliciting the sweetest noises your throat is capable of producing, each one sending shivers down his spine.

"More… Please, more…"

You look truly debauched under him, so different from the serene and gentle expression everyone is used to. Only he can see you like this and it feeds his ego, eyes glinting with lust and thrusts growing even more relentless, each bursting pleasure. Skin slaps against skin, sound mixing in you joined noises of bliss. Pierro is grunting above you, pace hard and deep, driving you closer for the third orgasm. He releases your knee, but throws that leg on his shoulder instead, leaning on you even more, so you practically scream when thick hairs on his abdomen start rubbing against your neglected clit.

“Just like that…” he murmurs, both palms firmly planted on both sides of your head as he practically pistons his dick in your cunt. You can only wrap your hands around his arms to steady yourself at least somehow, but it all comes crashing when the tight knot in your stomach snaps.

Your eyes grow wide in the mind-numbing orgasm and your head falls back. It’s almost embarrassing how fast you reached your high this time, your stamina failing you, absolutely destroyed by your husband’s actions. He is still moving inside, helping you to ride it out, snug between your walls, where he belongs.

However you both know it’s far from the end. Suddenly he picks his speed, changing deep and hard pace to a fast one, driving himself into you almost wildly, chasing his own high this time. Your grip onto him only gets stronger, nails biting in his skin as your pussy tightens every time he pushes in. Pierro’s name flows from your lips like a mantra and he lets out a growl-like grunt of your own name. The loud squelches that your recently milked cunt make are clouding his mind and making his reddened cockhead leak with arousal.

Your gaze is hazy from overwhelming pleasure, but even in such a state you could see his tense jawline, blown pupils, drops of sweat sliding down the side of his face and flaring nostrils. The sight makes your pussy contract especially hard, forcing the man to choke and halt in his movements. He feels the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching, and knows, that you are hanging at the brink of yours as well.

“Cum with me,” you frantically nod at his request, heating up from the way he grunts, rutting into you, nudging your pulsing cervix as he fills you with his hot cum. It triggers you and with a loud moan of his name you let the orgasm wash over you again.

Your lover is gentle, grinding slowly, pushing out just a little and then all the way in to keep his load inside. He pants heavily, shoulders dropping and head lowering to press his forehead against your knee, eyes sliding close to catch a small break from the first long-awaited release he’s just experienced.

Moments like this - away from his duties, with you in his arms, filled with absolute bliss, - remind him happiness is possible, that he can rest in your embrace and be caressed by your love, be it in the form of emotional connection or the primal need to mate through sex. Sometimes one thought of you is enough to make his day brighter. Seeing each other is a blessing, since he doesn’t have time to hide in the shadows of the Cathedral to watch you speak to the Tsaritsa’s people, and you have no opportunity to slip out unnoticed and unquestioned to go and visit him. This is why every touch of your hands, every kiss, every thrust, every word exchanged in the privacy of his manor matters, and you try to go as long as your bodies are able to.

Only when you let go of his wrists and relax in his hold, does he stop his movements and carefully drop your leg back onto the bed. Then, ignoring your protests, he slowly slides out, mesmerized by your gaping hole, desperate to be stuffed again by his still hard cock, so wet with your juices it almost shines in the dim light of the bedroom.

You scowl at him for leaving you empty, but your gaze doesn't lose softness reserved for this man only. The amazed way his eyes are glued to you warms your heart and lessens the ache in your core from being ripped of the opportunity to cockwarm him.

"See something you like, my dear?" You flash him a knowing grin and run one of your hands sensually down your body. Star-shaped pupils dart at the movement and immediately sharpen, when two fingers reach and spread your folds. "Do you, perhaps, like the mess you made of me?"

"I do," he breathes out. "Always do."

With a sweet smile you reach to his shoulder, gently sliding an open palm over tense flesh. You are far from satisfied, desire igniting even brighter in you, so you use his moment of distraction, lure him in with your moves, only to gather your strength and roll your bodies, reversing the position. Galactic eyes widen slightly, when his back hits the mattress and your body hovers over his.

"My turn," you lunge forward and bite on his neck, pride stirring in your chest when your lover's self-control slips and he actually moans.

"You…" You hum at his low growl, lapping at the bitten place, knowing that the job to arise his hunger here is done.

"Yes?" With a cheeky grin you face him, closely watching his expression, loving the way his lips parted in silent pants.

"A wicked woman."

"Wicked? How rude and salacious calling a high priestess such names."

"Not her," a big scarred hand reaches forward and cups your cheek. So warm. "But the woman I married."

"Oh? So it's a good thing?" You lean happily in his hold, rubbing against wide palm. Pierro slowly lifts his upper body, steading yours on top of his with the hold on your hip, and takes the sitting position with you settled on his thighs. Hot breath brushes against your lips and you let your eyelids slide close.

"The best."

As he indulges you with a fervor-filled kiss, you reach between your bodies and graze just the tips of your fingers against his cock. Two sets of eyes fly open at the same time, but while he stares at you with yearning, your eyes crease in mischief. Simple caresses soon turn into your palm wrapping around his girth and slowly sliding up and down his semi-hard length. The bite you've granted him just moments ago does it work magnificently, turning him on the same way it was with you. Attempts to restrain his hips from jerking up to thrust into your hand don't go unnoticed by you and you tug on his cock roughly to elicit a groan out of him and bury your tongue in his mouth.

Palm which was resting on your cheek up to this moment abandons its place and drops to your other hip. Thumbs smooth over the night sky painted skin of your waist, soothingly rubbing. It makes you hum in content, caressing the cavern of his mouth languidly.

Palming and groping continues for a while, shift in pace obvious after the previous round (if you were to count by the times your lover came). His cock finally stands proudly against his toned stomach once again and you lift yourself with his help, lining the tip to your hole.

Pierro feels how his own semen drips down onto his length as you position your body the most comfortable way possible given the challenging stretch your thighs have to endure because of the wideness of his figure, including the hips. Pussy inevitably releases thick white substance, coating him and surely ruining the sheets even more.

Your walls show no resistance when he slides back home. How fascinating this part of your body is - molding to his shape quickly no matter how much time has passed since the last time. He knows he is big, he's made you drool and cry and mindless plenty of times in the past (he still can, but it takes more rounds and much rougher behavior), yet your pussy always takes him.

As if to prove the statement, you press a palm against your stomach and feel an outline of him, nestled deep inside your heat, a prominent bulge appearing whenever he shifts.

"I missed this…" You admit with a smile, rubbing up and down, absolutely enjoying the view of his greeted teeth, heavily rising and falling chest. “Mmm, I can feel you twitch inside…” Your teasing voice is so beautiful and the man can’t help it but lean forward and kiss the column of your throat.

“I missed this too…”

“Then let’s take the most we can from this night, shall we?”

As your lips meet in another kiss and hips start rocking again, Pierro silently agrees, secretly, just like every time, praying to no one in particular for the night to never be over.

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𝕬 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊: 𝕿𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 | 𝕬𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖒 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Synopsis: Fifteen years have passed and now the Scribe's twin daughters have grown up. Although twins, they have very different goals. The younger twin, Afiyah, was interested in pharmacy and her determination to heal people. Meanwhile the older twin, Aqilah, was only focused on getting stronger and wants nothing to do with her father.

Pairing: Alhaitham x Female! Reader

Genre: Angst & fluff

Note: I have also made canon character designs for Aqilah and Afiyah so if you are curious to see them, please do let me know :)

It's been fifteen years since the day you passed, and many things have changed in Sumeru. For the better I assure you. But the question is, what has changed? And what influence did that time have on Sumeru?

Well, for starters, a new Grand Sage must have been selected within the fifteen year span. Fortunately during his governing, Sumeru experienced significant developments. Businesses owned by the elders are now being passed down to their children or grandchildren. And in fact, the Palace of Alcazarzaray's architect now has a place of his own!

Despite all the good things that have happened in the space of fifteen years, time hasn't been kind to Alhaitham. The difficulty of juggling personal and work-related responsibilities has been hard, but it's fortunate that he has his friends to help him out.

Alhaitham remembered all the sleepless nights he and Kaveh had when his twin daughters cried as they tried to sleep. He remembered the time he had trouble trying to feed them, especially his older daughter. To the extent that he needed to call in reinforcements (aka Kaveh, which she oddly favored).

Speaking of his daughters, we haven't even caught their names yet. One thing you should know about them is that even though they are twins, they are very different from one another.

Let's start with the younger twin, Afiyah. Her personality is not at all the same as yours or his, rather she is a sweet, kind and very caring person. Afiyah inherited her father's gray hair and also your (eye color) eyes, the same eyes her Uncle Kaveh adored. From an early age, Afiyah was interested in becoming a 'doctor', she said. But after having a better understanding of her words, what Afiyah meant was pharmacist.

"I know my limits, I'm not a person fit to lead. But with my knowledge of medicine and herbs combined with that of a doctor, I believe we can heal many people together. We don't know when a dangerous illness like Eleazar will return, so I will do my best to prevent it!"

Meanwhile, the older twin, Aqilah, looks exactly like Alhaitham. Some say she is a carbon copy of her father. Personality-wise, not so much. Sure there may be some similarities, but Aqilah does not want to be associated with him surely for some apparent reason.

"..."

"...I have my own reasons for resenting my father, and I prefer not to talk about it. That is all."

Aqilah doesn't hate her sister however. She swore to protect her 'since her father was too busy to protect them by himself and neglected them' she once said. Thus, she's used to living an independent life from an early age.

It was really early in the morning. The sun hasn't come out and yet Alhaitham was already awake. He already wore his usual attire and was getting ready to go out.

Before leaving the house, Alhaitham quietly opened the twins' bedroom door to see them still sound asleep. As a farewell, he went to kiss the forehead of his two daughters. Afiyah smiled feeling the touch of her father's affection, meanwhile Aqilah seemed to feel disgusted as her eyebrow twitched.

With that, Alhaitham left to a place that he and a few others knew about. Heading south-west from the Akademiya, across the vine bridge made of the Divine Tree's roots and under a shady tree, stood a beautiful marble gravestone with your name engraved on it. Your resting place was the contribution of many people, even though some you've never met.

At first, Kaveh insisted he would build 'the most beautiful and majestic mausoleum' for you. But given his financial problems at the time, he opted to make your gravestone out of marble instead. The small island you rest on used to be inhabited by enemies like Hilichurls, Eremites and Fungi. But with the power of the Dendro Archon and several Aranara, they were able to drive the enemies away.

Others like Nilou, Dehya, Dunyarzad and Cyno have visited your grave from time to time and left flowers for you. Even people like Tighnari and Collei have visited because of Kaveh's invitation. They too have their own contributions. As the twins grew, it was Nilou who helped buy clothes for them. After learning about Aqilah's determination to practice swordsmanship, Cyno and Dehya offered to teach her. And when Afiyah came to Gandharva Ville to study botany, Tighnari didn't turn her down.

Placing down the flowers he picked from around the city, Alhaitham kneeled down and caressed the smooth marble gravestone. Tears started to form in his eyes as he was constantly reminded by the name engraved on it every time he read it. Alhaitham maintained most of his composure, but still a few tears managed to escape from his watering eyes.

"It's... It's been a while since my last visit, hasn't it? *sigh* Apologies... I've been busy carrying out the orders of the new Grand Sage recently. I can tell... it's for the better. For Sumeru and for the lives of our two daughters. I will keep trying to be a good father for them. I promise."

As Alhaitham continued to talk to you, or rather, talking to himself, the sun began to rise. He knew it was time to take his leave. Alhaitham kissed your gravestone goodbye before walking away, looking back and leaving with a heavy heart.

The people of Sumeru began to follow the activities that the Scribe had already done. Getting ready for their morning activities, whether it's sweeping the streets, rushing to the Citadel of Regzar for their morning gathering, or opening their shop. And a certain general goods shop owner was doing just that.

Sumeru General Goods, a shop previously owned by Hamawi, has now been passed down to his second son. His eldest son Sal owned a shop in Port Ormos and his youngest son Jut continued to be a spice merchant. His second son Mawyo was sweeping the front of his shop when the Scribe came up to him.

"O-oh, Scribe Alhaitham...! Just a moment, let me clean this up first," Mawyo said.

"Take your time. I'm in no rush myself."

Mawyo put the broom back in its place and hurried back. "So, what can I get for you?" he asked.

"Just some groceries for breakfast. My daughter usually cooks breakfast so I don't know what ingredients she wants."

"Alright, let's see..."

Just as Mawyo thought the Scribe's request was a little difficult and confusing, his savior came to his aid.

"Need me to take over, Mawyo?"

"Halima...! I... *sigh* I need your help..."

Halimah is Mawyo's wife. And just like her name, she's forebearing, gentle, mild-mannered and generous.

"Honestly, you're nothing without me. But listen to me Mawyo, you can't depend on other people forever. You should at least start being independent. What? Twenty years into the future and you still depend on Sal, me and Jut?" Halima advised.

"Of course not. I'm trying, okay? But please, just this one time?" Mawyo begged.

"Alright... Just because I love you..."

Mawyo kissed his wife on the cheek before going somewhere. Of course, Alhaitham witnessed their loving and affectionate interactions. Something that he can't give you much. Halima knows that Mawyo is not the perfect husband, but she still loves him because he is trying to be better. But himself? Hah, there's not a single effort he's made to make himself better.

Alhaitham was snapped back to reality when Halima asked him a question. "So, what was it that my husband can't fulfill?"

"I asked him to choose some groceries that were enough for breakfast. I don't know what to buy since my daughter does the cooking," he explained.

"I see. That's completely understandable. Please wait a moment sir, I will pick out your groceries."

(itty-bitty tiny time skip brought to you by the author :P)

"I have given a number of options for your daughter to cook later. And that would be a total of 5720 Mora, sir."

Halima placed the basket of groceries on the shop counter and Alhaitham handed her a pouch of Mora. After exchanging their thank yous and goodbyes, he headed to his second destination, Puspa Café.

"Hello, welcome to Puspa Café. Would you like to start with a cup of coffee to keep you energized all day?"

Enteka, now the manager of Puspa Café, greeted the Scribe when he entered.

"No, thank you. I'll just have two Rose Custard to go," Alhaitham said.

"Will that be all, sir?"

"Yes, that's all."

"Alright, that'll be 5000 Mora, sir. Let me get your order from the back."

Alhaitham placed another pouch of Mora on the counter as Enteka took two Rose Custard from the back.

"Our Rose Custards are contained in reusable gold cups, which is why they are a bit pricey. Thank you for your purchase. Take care, hope to see you again."

"I'm back..."

When Alhaitham entered the house, he saw his younger daughter Afiyah sitting on one of the living room wooden sofas, clearly still sleepy.

"Hm? Oh... Welcome back, Father. Did you go out to buy groceries? You shouldn't have..." she said.

Like a cat awakening from its sleep, Afiyah stretched and yawned before taking the basket of groceries from her father. She looked over the selection of ingredients he could use to cook breakfast.

"Where's Aqilah? Is she still asleep?" Alhaitham asked.

"Mm-hm, she must be exhausted since she came home late last night... I'll start cooking breakfast, she'll eventually wake up."

(Later)

"Shit shit shit shit shit...!"

Aqilah cursed as she came rushing into the kitchen, stopping when she saw Afiyah smiling at her. Alhaitham was also there reading documents from Akademiya, but his older daughter ignored him, as if he never existed.

"Good morning, Aqilah. Come, sit down. I've cooked breakfast for you."

"I don't have time for breakfast. I'm already late for my sword training session."

Afiyah looked at her older twin sister who was putting on her stockings and knee high boots. She was concerned, and she had every right to be. Skipping breakfast isn't good...

"Do you have to go? I mean, you've been really busy lately. Are you sure you don't want to take a break?" Afiyah asked.

"I have promised the General Mahamatra that I will come to practice when he is free. I can't just show up or be absent as I please. I understand your concern but what I do is for the best."

"..."

Aqilah rose from her seat and threw her green cape over her shoulders. She was just about to take her Xiphos' Moonlight sword and leave, but was stopped because of something Afiyah said.

"At least bring one Rose Custard and some Zaytun Peaches to eat on your way there. I don't want you to leave on an empty stomach."

Aqilah looked back before sighing and walking back to get her Rose Custard and some Zaytun Peaches.

"Are you happy now?" she asked.

"Mm-hm, very happy. Now go. Oh, and be careful on the way there."

"Hm, will do."

Aqilah smiled at her sister before taking her sword and leaving the house. Subconsciously, Alhaitham and Afiyah sighed almost at the same time after Aqilah left.

"Aqilah's ignoring Father again..." Afiyah mumbled.

(Meanwhile, outside)

Aqilah ate one of the Zaytun Peaches she brought while walking to the city gate. When she got there, she saw someone who seemed to be waiting for her.

"Uncle Rahman? What are you doing here?"

"There you are, kiddo. For a moment I thought you wouldn't show up."

"You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?" Aqilah emphasized her question.

"Well, I heard that the General Mahamatra agreed to train the Scribe's daughter in his spare time. And coincidentally today's the day. So I came here to pick you up," he said.

"Pick me up? What, to make sure that I wouldn't run off and miss my training session?"

"Of course not, I wouldn't think of you that way. Come on, kiddo. We don't want you to be late."

Afiyah returned to Sumeru City before lunch time after her study session with Tighnari in Gandharva Ville. She intended to go to Aaru Village to catch up with Aqilah, after she was done with something.

Afiyah returned home and packed two lunch boxes, one bigger than the other. She headed to her next destination, the Akademiya.

(time skip brought to you by le author :v)

Entering the Akademiya, Afiyah looked around hoping to find her father among the sea of students and scholars talking in the main hall. But he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he's just busy...

An Amurta scholar noticed Afiyah's presence, decided to approach her.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Afiyah? Scribe Alhaitham's daughter? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Afiyah turned to face the scholar and simply nodded. "I was wondering where my father was. Can you take me to his office?"

"Of course! Right this way, my lady."

As the scholar led Afiyah through the halls of the Akademiya, she was met with stares and glances from other students and scholars. Some were even whispering about her. But she paid little attention to their doing.

"Here we are, Miss Afiyah. The Scribe's office."

They both arrived in front of Alhaitham's office. When Afiyah was about to knock on the door, the scholar stopped her and put his ear to the door.

"It sounds like Scribe Alhaitham's talking to someone," said the scholar.

"Oh... Should I have come at a better time?" Afiyah asked, her tone of disappointment obviously there.

"Oh no, it's alright Miss Afiyah! I'm sure your father could spare some time for his daughter."

The scholar's words somehow managed to put a smile on Afiyah's face. His words were really reassuring and... comforting.

"Your words really comfort me. Thank you... How should I thank you? You never really gave me your name."

"..."

"It's Geoff, Miss Afiyah."

"Thank you, Geoff. You can go now."

Geoff left Afiyah alone at the office door, taking a deep breath in preparation of meeting her father. She raised her hand hesitantly, and knocked on the door.

"You may enter."

When Afiyah opened the office door, Alhaitham looked surprised to see his younger daughter.

"Afiyah? What brings you here to my office?" he asked.

"Well, I... I made you lu–"

"Why, if it isn't the Scribe's daughter Afiyah herself! It seems you've grown since the last time I saw you, haha," said the man who was talking to Alhaitham. He went to pet Afiyah's head and said something before leaving.

"We can continue this conversation later, Scribe Alhaitham. Enjoy your time with your daughter."

That left only Afiyah and Alhaitham in the office. The Scribe cleared his throat before repeating his question.

"Apologies for the slight intrusion, let me repeat my question. What brings you to my office, Afiyah?"

"I made you lunch," she answered with a smile.

Alhaitham's eyes widened slightly. "You really don't need to, Afiyah. I could go out and stop by Puspa Café or Lambad's Tavern for my lunch."

"Well, I just feel like it."

Afiyah put the small wooden lunch box on her father's desk, still carrying the bigger one. Alhaitham opened the lid of his lunch box, revealing two Pita Pockets and an Aranara-style Selva Salad. Just the thought of his younger daughter's consideration into making him lunch made Alhaitham smile.

"Are you planning to go somewhere after this? I see you still have one more lunch box, a larger one in fact," he said.

Afiyah hesitates to answer her father's question, but like it or not she has to tell her true intentions.

"...I plan to go after Aqilah to Aaru Village."

!!!

"...And you plan to go there alone?"

"I mean, there's no one else to accompany me... So yes, I have to go there alone."

Alhaitham was silent, a worried expression was evident on his face. The problem is, Afiyah is unlike Aqilah. Aqilah can go anywhere alone just fine, meanwhile in Afiyah's case... hmm. Alhaitham allowed her to go to Gandharva Ville just because it was close. But a trip to Aaru Village? That's out of the question.

"I will send a few Corps of Thirty mercenaries to escort you there," he stated.

"You don't have to take it too far, Father. I can take care of myself, I also have Zaleos' power to protect me."

Ah, there it is. The "Zaleos' power" card that he was a bit irritated with. Not only have you inherited the power, but your two daughters as well. Afiyah pursues the mastery of Zaleos' powers, while Aqilah has her Vision.

Alhaitham clenched his fists under his desk, contemplating whether he should prevent Afiyah from going or let her go.

"...This is a tough and difficult choice for me, but I think I will let you go. I would be more relieved if you accompanied by someone though."

"Thank you very much, Father! I should get going now, I don't want to keep Aqilah waiting."

Afiyah turned around and left her father's office, leaving Alhaitham to sigh alone.

(On Treasures Street)

Afiyah was heading towards the southern city gate when she saw a certain mercenary she knew very well.

"Aunt Dehya, you have returned from your trip?"

The Eremite mercenary who goes by the name Flame-Mane turned around, now facing the Azure Starlight.

"Hey, look who it is! How are ya doing, kid? Yeah, my lady got a little too excited and tire herself out from the trip. So we decided to return to Sumeru," Dehya explained.

"Hehe, oh Miss Dunyarzad... Did you bring any souvenirs?"

"Were you hoping to get some? I'll see what I can make of our shopping pile," Dehya said before pausing when she saw the wooden lunch box that Afiyah brought, "Say, are ya going somewhere?"

"Oh, I'm going to Aaru Village to catch up with Aqilah."

"Dang, you're going there alone? What was Alhaitham thinking letting you go alone?" Dehya asked.

"Ah, don't worry! Father has allowed me to go there. He'd be more at ease if someone like you come with me. He even brought up the idea of some Corps of Thirty mercenaries escorting me there, which I thought was a bit too much."

"I mean, I can't blame him for bringing up an idea like that... Let's get going, this will take a while."

Dehya walked ahead with Afiyah still standing where she was. The mercenary turned around wondering why the Scribe's daughter had not followed her, before she proposed an idea of her own.

"I can think of a quicker way to get there. What if I told you I could, at least try to teleport us there?"

"...Let's give it a shot."

"Okay, let's try not to do something I'm clearly not good at ever again..."

Dehya laughed out loud at Afiyah's words. Just now, Afiya teleported them to the fountain in Pardis Dhyai. Even after they arrived at the desert, Afiyah's cheeks were still rosy and Dehya was still laughing.

"How can you still laugh even after what just happened, Aunt Dehya? I should be apologizing for getting us both wet," Afiyah said while being dried by Dehya's Pyro shield.

"Hahahaha ahahah... Ehem, sorry kid. That's the best laugh I've gotten in a while. Hey, at least there was an attempt," Dehya said in an effort to comfort Afiyah as she pat her head.

Without them noticing, they had approached the area where Aqilah was supposedly training. Afiyah looked up from her sulking session and saw her older twin sister talking with the General Mahamatra.

"Always remember these things. Always think about your enemy, and always think about yourself. Make sure your thoughts are clear. Only then will you be able to fight better."

"Yes, sir."

"Aqilah!"

Feeling called, Aqilah turned and saw her younger twin sister waving her hand. She made her sword disappear into thin air before running to Afiyah.

"What are you doing here, Afiyah? Are you hurt? Your clothes are a little wet and you are protected by a Pyro shield. Did something happen?"

"Well, we did run into a little mishap... I brought lunch though!"

Aqilah raised her eyebrows on how her sister could still keep her spirits up after her small mishap. Cyno followed Aqilah and approached the two sisters.

"Afiyah, what a pleasant surprise. Did you come here alone or have someone accompany you?" he greeted.

"Haha, there's no need to worry about that, Cyno. I was the one who accompanied her here," said Dehya who joined the group.

"Mm-hm," Afiyah nodded.

The younger twin looked around, making sure that everyone was there. She then suggested them to rest back at Aaru Village.

"Since it looks like your training is over, how about we head back to Aaru Village for lunch. I'm sure there's enough food I've brought for everyone," Afiyah paused, turning to the General Mahamatra, "I even brought Tahchin for you Uncle Cyno."

"..."

"Then you can count me in."

After lunch and catching up with people in Aaru Village, the twins returned to Sumeru City accompanied by the General Mahamatra. They didn't immediately return home, instead they went to the Sanctuary of Surasthana to meet the Dendro Archon, Lesser Lord Kusanali.

"Good afternoon you two. Are you here for your study session?" she greeted.

"Yes we are, Lesser Lord Kusanali," Aqilah replied formally.

"Oh, haven't I told you not to be so formal when talking to me? After all, your father was one of the people who saved from the previous Sages. You can call me Nahida."

"..."

"...I-if that's... what you wish, Nahida..." Aqilah stuttered.

"Hehe, good job. Now, back to the topic at hand. I'm sure you came here to find out more about Zaleos, your ancestor."

"Correct," Afiyah said.

"That's precisely the reason why we've been coming here," Aqilah emphasized.

"I've done a lot of research since our last meeting, books, scrolls, and even searching for information from Irminsul. Before I say anything, I want to know what you found."

"Well, I found out that I could teleport. But not very well..." Afiyah confessed.

"That's okay, we can help you improve. Is there anything you'd like to add, Aqilah?"

"No, Lesser Lord Kusana– Apologies, force of habit..." Aqilah said.

"That's a shame, but it's alright. Now I will put forward whatever I find. Even though my knowledge of Zaleos, her powers, and the Isles of Etsumi is very limited, I will–"

"Wait! Ehem, sorry for my impudence Nahida. But, do the Isles of Etsumi really exist?" Afiyah interrupted.

"That's what I'm still questioning. Documentation about the existence of the Isles of Etsumi from outsiders is very limited, there may be one or two but not very well known. The only source confirming its existence is the scroll your mother got from your grandfather, which your father had gifted me."

Both Aqilah and Afiyah were lost in thoughts. They thought of many ways to find more information. Since the most trusted source was from their grandfather, did they need to travel to Liyue to meet him?

Nahida suddenly leaves and returns with a jar full of Candied Ajilenakh Nuts.

"Here, try to take a bite of this. I asked one of the guards to buy it. I just need one little bite and my brain starts chugging away at top speed, and suddenly there's no problem too difficult for me to solve," she offered.

"Thanks Nahida."

"T-thank you, Nahida..."

The twin sisters took a bite out of the candy, the two of them made different expressions after doing so.

"So? How was it? Did the candy help?"

"It did, I feel my focus coming back. Thanks again Nahida," Afiyah said.

"Hehe, you're welcome. What do you think, Aqila– Aqilah? Are you alright?"

Afiyah stifled a laugh at the funny expression her sister made. The Dendro Archon even held back her laughter.

"Sorry, it was a tad too sweet for me. I still appreciate the thought. Thank you, Nahida."

Afiyah and Nahida let themselves laugh, making Aqilah smile herself. They spent the rest of the afternoon honing their skills to use Zaleos' powers.

(That evening)

After a long day of training and learning, the twin sisters returned to their home. Entering the house, they immediately saw their father reading a book in the living room. Aqilah quickly looked away.

"We're back!" Afiyah chirped.

"Welcome back. I've bought food from Lambad's Tavern for dinner, so you don't need to cook Afiyah," Alhaitham said.

"Really? Thank you, Father. Let's eat together, Aqilah!"

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry. I'm going to take a bath and head straight to bed. Today has been a long day."

Aqilah walked away straight to her room. Her behavior came off as rather cold and stone-hearted, it hurt Afiyah's feelings a bit. She heaved a sad sigh and headed to the kitchen for dinner, alone.

Alhaitham who noticed his younger daughter's behavior, followed her to the kitchen, where she was picking at her food. As her father, Alhaitham wanted to comfort Afiyah. But unfortunately, he didn't know how.

"Afiyah, can you come here for a moment? There's something I want to talk to you about," he called.

"Ah, what is it Father?"

Alhaitham could hear the sad and languid tone of his younger daughter, it somehow made his heart ache. Suddenly and unexpectedly, he pulled Afiyah into a hug.

"F–Father...? What... is the meaning of this?"

Alhaitham stayed silent, until Afiyah has completely melted into his embrace. At the very least, this was the love he could give his daughter, who still wanted to connect with him.

Publication date: January 1st 2023

[Author's Note]: Eyyy, Happy New Year everyone! The long-awaited first chapter of this series is finally finished and just consider this as my (very late) Christmas gift for all the amazing support I've gotten over the past year. Thank you~♡

Let's hope that this year will be better than the last year :)

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piglet26 · 5 months

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Star Wars Rewatch: TROS

Oh, God.

Palpatine come back and ruining Anakin Skywalker's redemption. Why? How? Cloning, okay, so this Palpatine isn't the real Palpatine?!

We get to see Supreme Leader Kylo Ren for about 4 minutes before he's immediately benched by Palpatine as co-pilot. Why? I get they didn't want Kylo Ren as the big bad, but this is just lazy writing.

Green goblin, I remember you don't last long.

R2D2, they never wash him or nothing?

Maybe the First Order should win. They take hits and keep on knocking. They take losses and recovered, quickly and well. They always seem to have intelligence from somewhere. In short, they are competent.

Poe and Finn, have a great dynamic.

Rey is finally training for everyone who had a boner for two movies about her having a rocky fight montage.

They moment where Ren is praying over Darth Vader's mask and his mind bridges with Rey is a great reminder that these two are connected.

This film did something most franchise should never, it responded to criticism in real time.

Poe, you fucked up Han's ship. Stop attacking like she doesn't have a reason to be annoyed. Also, Rey is currently the sole Jedi in the galaxy, she should be training, not running off on every errand you have to do.

Colin Travano (whatever his name is) I wouldn't have wanted his script. Like at all. Poe and Rey do have chemistry though and you can tell they enjoy needling one another. It's just not endgame.

That Finnrey hug was awkward. It's a church hug with their butts sticking out. I'm Reylo to the core, but I have place for FinnRey in my heart. They're soulmates in a different way than Reylo is. Also, Daisy Ridley and John B are adorable and you can tell they enjoy working together.

In a flawed film, Rose Tico being sidelined was a wise decision.

Rey, Poe, Finn, Chewie and 3PO are cute. JJ Adams did seem to love friendships developing and for the third film we needed to see all these characters together on an adventure.

Kylo Ren is forging this dumb ass mask again. Look it worked initially, character wise and so forth, but at this point?! He smashed it and moved past the need for it. The audience liked that he smashed it. We have to see his face for emotional scenes. Why is it back? Oh I know! Because JJ Adams good juvenile friend was sad his mask wasn't in the film anymore. General Hux and Kylo are magically little bottle of goodness. We got so little.

We leave one planet for another planet but I keep forgetting what planet we're on. Title cards too much to ask?

Ren is actually pursuing Rey or The Scavenger because yes he wants her for himself. but he also wants to protect her from Palpatine. Their first force bond......... yeah. I've read the novelization so I understand it's been a minute since they've seen one another, but if I just watched the movie would I have known that? No. There is much they saying yet it's stiff and doesn't make much sense without context.

General Pryde. Why did we need him when we have General Hux?

I think Billie D Williams filmed all his scenes sitting down. He looks happy to be there but tired as hell.

Race through the desert of Pasaana. I like it. This crew does work and it feels like a fun adventure. There are cute, whitty moments between all of them and it works.

She heals a snake - Two halves of the dyad should only have been able to heal one another, but here we are.

The Trio and Co find the evil sith ship or whatever. The Knights of Ren gotta walk while Ren is flying. Ren tries to run down Rey, again this make sense in the novelization and not at all in real life. After Rey injures his planes, he crashes and the majestic prince emerges out of the flames. Seriously?! Why the hell are you covering this guy up?!

In a rip off of The Last Jedi we get a tug-o-war scene between the ship Chewie is on. It's not as great, but it's a good scene and we see how Rey's powers have grown. We know it's a waste of time though. They're evenly matched. It's a nice surprise when the lighting shoots out. Okay, I don't mind her being a Palpatine. I mind the retconning. I mind Palpatine magically coming back.

Rey confesses to Finn about her dream of her and Kylo Ren on the Sith Throne. Where? We would have liked to have seen this.

This is a nice FinnRey scene. Despite her display of "dark power", her killing Chewie presumably, Finn doesn't look at her any different. She's still Rey to him. He's patient and present and she describes her challenges. We still don't acknowledge Finn is force sensitive. Why isn't he training with Rey?

We are blazing through this movie. That's part of the problem we're just pushing plot points at this point. The movie needs to be more selective about slowing down and concentrating on character development. Something painfully lacking in this film. Even the Reylo scenes are about pushing the plot forward rather than pushing the characters forward.

3PO actually has a storyline this movie. Good for him. Look secondary characters in a trilogy, you get your moments and it ain't gonna be every film.

Zorri and Babu are nice additions. I like Zorri and the fact that Ren kicking her ass actually made her like her. Women supporting women. Were Zorri and Poe a thing. What's a spice runner? A space drug dealer?

Rey's social skills lack a bit. but she's great with Droids.

Wait, Chewie and Ren were both on Ren's Destroyer and they didn't even have a scene together?! Chewie's like an uncle to Ren.

Ren, show up in your boss ass destroyer to get your girl.

Standout lines -

Poe: 3PO! Move your metal ass.

3PO: How dare you we just met.

Finn, Poe and Chewie cowboying through the destroyer. Nice scene, doomed for failure I'm afraid.

Second Reylo forceskype is exposition. First real Reylo scene is exposition. Hey, movies gotta get it done haha but Ren literally is like here's the plot of the movie and everything you've been confused on up until this point. I will say watching the progression of the force bond that their spaces are now physically bleeding into one another. Nice touch. It's also nice to see what they each see when looking at one another through the force bond.

General Hux is the spy. Could've gone farther with this. RIP Dawg

Another FinnRey scene where you begin to understand Rey is pissed off and darker than possibly Finn thought.

Palpatine and Ren scene. I'm so annoyed Palpatine is in this movie.

We meet a ragtime band on horses surprise their former stormtroopers. All of them. From the same company. Sure Jan.

Seeing the death star again, so odd and doesn't look a thing like the original. We see scavenger Rey again.

Reylo fights again because Rey is the denial queen and she's free to take out her aggression on Ren. He likes feral Rey. In another less PG film, they've fought and then boned, but Leia died. Also, Dark Rey.... I'm here for it. Mostly cause it looks cool.

The film makers did the best they could with Carrie's Fisher passing. I thought they handled it with class and dignity while incorporating it into the film.

After Leia's passing and Rey healing it. Ren in his ever presented conflict nature overlooks the water when his father appears. It's poignant and character driven scene. It's beautiful scene about the enduring love of a parent. A flawed parent but a loving one nonetheless. Ben had two of those and he seems to finally understand that now.

Poe has a good scene with Leia's body about being a leader. Something that, despite all the bravado, he finally admits he doesn't know how to do. This would've been a great scene with her alive. Part of the issue people have the sequel trilogy of the lack of respect paid for previous generations. As if they are flawed and bigoted. On screen and off screen. A scene where Finn, Poe or Rey paid respect for the accomplishments of previous generations. Their courage and their bravery. Billie D. feels like just a stand-in.

Palpatine army blows up yet another planet. yawn.

Finn is a general bestow as such by Poe. Good choice. Sanitation worker aside no one knows more about The First Order than someone who was a stormtrooper. Finn reveals Palpatine wanted Rey alive...... then why tell Ren to kill her? Because if Rey didn't go dark then Ren was the fall back or vice versa?

So far it's not a bad film, just a disappointing film. The stuff that made my blood boil is about to come.

Rey isolates herself on Acht-to, burns the ship and we see ghost Luke. Why? She saw herself on the dark throne and she's afraid of herself. This might have meant something. At one point. It just feels like a retcon at this point. She's a Palpatine but Leia and Luke didn't care? Then what the hell were you worried about Ben for? If blood and legacy means nothing.

I'm not one of those people that need everything in a movie to make sense. It's also a space fantasy film, but damn.

Rey leads the Resistance to Exegol, she just doesn't know it. That was handy. No, really the way the movie sliced that together worked very well. Poe and Finn make a great speech about the resistance. Not as rousing as I'd like.

Exegol being the basis for the Sith religion is actually really cool. Wish we could've learned more. Empress Palpatine sounds like a boss ass name.

I hate everything about the ending of this film.

Rey once again goes into the enemy territory without a plan. The resistance doesn't really have one either except gumption.

Ben Solo is back! He's great. He's a hero. He's got great hair. He's likeable. We haven't seen him for 20 minutes, he doesn't say a word except "Ow" We have a beautiful Reylo moment where we Rey and Ben see each other through the Force Bond and she looks at Ben with such relief, joy and love that he's there with her. Ben fight like hell to get to her. This is it! Bendemption. We've waited three films for this. Then they tossed him off a cliff.

While it's a great scene of Rey listening to the previous Jedi's and rising up. I'm so confused how the dyad coming together empowers the devil. Ben has been made completely irrelevant.

I mean, we got a Reylo Kiss! It was epic and then it was over. We were lucky to get that considering Disney started to shy away from Reylo due to all the "controversy" I just hate this so we'll move on.

The hug was nice!

Rey Skywalker?

And that's that

#reylo #ben solo #star wars #finnrey #rey skywalker #rey star wars #kylo ren #kylo x rey #ben solo deserved better #rey nobody

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walli3darl1ng · 4 months

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Hello there darling

Can I request for a welcome home ppl react to a 9 tales kitsune reader

Like she/he has lived in the woods for a long time and was curious what the neighborhood was like and the people that were in it

And the fact that there tales were soft and he/she was beautiful and helped wally finally get a good rest sleep with his/her tales

if u don't mind

(I dont mind at all, Darling! I apologize for getting to this late TT but I really love this! Hope I live up to your expectations! Before we continue…as much as I personally dislike this I really want to post something for you guys ;))

The Kitsune Fox; a fox spirit that can turn into a human to trick and fool those who are easily fooled. Although even the most cautious can’t resist the temptation the spirits posses. In some folklore these spirits are wise and humble spirits that help the living, others say they are evil and only wish to hurt those that are weak.

They are rumored to see and hear all that goes on in the world and if deemed worthy—they can interact and help.

“Sally, I know you like this kind of thing but is it really necessary to say all the scary and nasty stuff on our sleepovers?” A slightly shaken and worried Julie interrupts Sally’s dramatic explanation of the fantasy tale making the star puppet stop and turn to her.

“Oh, sorry! I just really love those stories,” she gives a brief pause and glances around at the rest that were asleep. The only ones still awake was her Julie and Wally. “Besides everyone else is asleep.” She whispers back.

“Yeah, but now Julie won’t be able to sleep, you know how she gets.” Wally tiredly replies, patting Juliet’s shoulder softly. The scared blonde hugging her stuffed doll close to her chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Julie.” Sally frowns then opens her sleeping bag to her friend. “We can cuddle until you fall asleep, how’s that sound?”

“Okay!” Julie nods and smiles as she crawls over and hugs her best friend. “We can go see the small shrine tomorrow? The one you were talking about earlier.”

Sally hums and nods, already half asleep due to the warms Julie was providing. She was telling them that she found a small shrine not that far and wanted them to go with her to check it out.

Speaking of which here you are, draped over the roof of the shrine, your fox ears tall and alert and tails swinging about as she let out a boring sigh. “How boring…I guess a couple 100 years will do that, huh?” This is a common thing for you. Talking to yourself I mean. You have been alone for over a few centuries.

Your ears flicker when you hear slow and relax heartbeats, the neighborhood must be asleep now. You’ve noticed the neighborhood not that long ago but was always a bit hesitant to go down there and say hi. What if they think you’re evil and cast you away?!

Anyways, you’ve been keeping an eye on them for the time being. Just watching over them.

“What..?” You sit up when you pick up on a faster heartbeat, was someone having a nightmare?

“I need to investigate..what if someone’s in danger?” With a new found determination you gracefully float down and toward the neighborhood.

As colorful and unique the neighborhood is you can explore just yet. Your ears snap to the sound of the beat of the racing heart to a house. You peek inside a window to see a blue haired puppet rubbing his eyes as he takes a few deep breaths.

You tilt you head as you can still hear his heartbeat beating a bit too fast so you swiftly float in through the cracked open window which gets his attention.

“Who’s there?”

“I’m sorry…you had a nightmare?” Way to start a conversation, I suppose. Then again it’s been so long since you had a conversation with someone else and have gotten a response.

Wally however wasn’t worried at the fact that you, a complete stranger has entered Julie’s home but the fact that you were the exact tale sally was gushing out early that night. You are so beautiful, majestic and grateful even in your tone. Your ears are tall and huge, your tails! Gosh they look soft and the fact you got nine of them! Blow his mind, alright.

“Um…hello?” You asked, waving your hand in front of him making his jump a bit.

“Oh! Sorry, you’re just…you’re so pretty that’s all.” Wally shrugs it off and smiles.

You blink at this, he think you’re pretty? Seriously? What does that mean exactly? “..thank you?”

“..so you’re here because you thought I had a nightmare?”

“Your heartbeat was fast, that’s not normal.” You said as you pointed to his chest. “Then again, it’s been a few days now that I hear that from you, you’re the one that live in the red house, right? The one that’s alive.”

“Home you mean? Yea that’s me, Wally.” He smiles, his heart beat is calming down. That’s good.

“Wally…I’m (Y/n), I live on the shrine that’s up the hill.”

“Sally was telling us about it earlier! That’s where you live, that’s fantastic, you can meet the others.” Wally was now so excited to share his new found friend with the rest.

You tilt you head and hums seeing that Wally was still tired, he’s fighting his sleep but still talking to you. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Sleeping? No, no I can’t sleep now.” Was it the nightmare? You mind is racing with solutions but to no avail. Oh wait!

You perk up at your idea and float towards him, shifting a bit bigger as you circle your body around him and using one of your tails to gently push hums against you and wrap the remaining tails on him like a blanket.

“What are you doing, friend?”

“Helping you sleep.” Was all you mumble before gently humming a soft lullaby you wound for centuries and slowly but surely the blue haired puppet closes his eyes and lets calming sleep take over him, the most calming sleep he’s has these past few days.

The morning sun comes up and shines onto the neighborhood, everything was peaceful and—

“AHHH! there’s a fox in the living room!!”

~~~

The end :) I wrote all this in a Ross parking lot 🧍🏻now I know I’ve abandoned you guys—IM SORRY! But it’s been a hard couple of months and I’m trying to get into my happy hobby again which is writing and talking to you guys 💜

#welcome home #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #wally darling

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i-see-you-now-you-see-me · 1 year

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Space Captain

Pairing: Ateez Hongjoong x Reader

p.s Ateez stands for something slightly different here, also all Ateez members are included in the beginning, since i am hoping to make this into series similar to DYVLONY, if you haven’t read that before, it’s fine, read this to find out :)

Word count: 8.5k

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, some light smut, and a sex scene at the end, no protection (use condoms people)

Remember that this is fiction, doesn’t have anything to do with people in real life

1117658; 2356899 Planet Zero, Fever way N

-Captain, we’ve just spotted an unauthorized ship cruising through Fever way north, creating a black smoke trail, do we engage?

Hongjoong looked at his wrist watch, scribbling the time and date on a small piece of paper, sighing:

-Here we go again, - he said to himself, getting up from his position, getting his electro gun, securing it to his belt, whipping his head, so his glasses landed on the bridge of his nose almost majestically. – Yes, we do, have you made contact?

-We tried several times using the intercom system, but there has been no response, - his right hand man Mingi answered. “We” meaning him and the muscle of the group - San.

-Alright then, - Hongjoong nodded, - will use magnetic shield to attach the unauthorized vehicle, let Jongho set it up first, then we’ll secure the entrance and if needed use explosives. Wait for me though, I am on my way. – a small pause, Hongjoong stopped in his tracks, - also, let Yunho know that he can go in first.

Mingi on the other side was smirking, he knew how much Yunho had waited for this, working together for such long time, but he also knew Yunho – he could blast anyone without batting an eyelash hence his honorable discharge from the military. San was already gearing up, while Mingi walked through the corridor, knocking on several capsule doors to let his team mates know that they’ve got some business to attend to. Wooyoung was the first to come out, taking his weapons from the secured hidden wall, leaving it opened for the rest of the crew.

Being a space captain for his planet had made Hongjoong and his team famous. Not only every one of his team mates were good looking and single, they also brought a good deal for their home planet and Hongjoong himself had made it possible with the help of their government. Every year they went to space a few times, and every trip they had they secured with hundred percent accuracy; not letting anyone get in their territory. It’s always tricky not to be in the harm’s way, so the team has gained a lot of scars on their bodies and minds, but that never had stopped them.

One particular encounter with a giant space oyster who was in the mating season gives Yeosang hard time when eating sea food, while San and Wooyoung aren’t particularly keen on staying alone in general, that’s why they share a room on the ship. Seonghwa on the other hand is the “smart guy” when it comes to different species and if necessary with some help of the Choom science team members, which Seonghwa technically works for, they can faster understand what to do in situations when foreign kinds are encountered.

All together they make a fantastic team, where “eight makes one team” come alive, with the beginning and the end forming Ateez on the way. No one does the job like they do, and ever since been sent out in space for the first time to catch prisoners of their neighbor planet Halazia, Ateez had found out that doing the job as a team has its perks, but also – you don’t leave your team behind.

-Yunho, you’re first, - Mingi announced while everyone was getting ready.

-Yassss, - Yunho couldn’t hide his excitement.

Jongho had already prepped everything tech wise, then he pressed the big magnet that was slowly sucking in the unauthorized ship in their direction without resistance.

-I don’t think that there is anyone controlling that ship, - Jongho pointed to where they could finally see the object close up.

-A sphere like that might be controlled from elsewhere or had just been sent to specific coordination’s, - San leaned in announcing.

Yeosang just strapped his knife set around his thigh, when they felt the ship being attached to their own ship, which only meant one thing for them – ready, secured and go!

Yunho took the leading position, moving in first, securing the door of the sphere with explosives, since it looked like it’s been sealed from the inside first and then from the outside. Mingi and Hongjoong took their rightful places behind him, ready to aim at whatever was moving when the doors are opened. San was one of the last ones together with Yeosang and Wooyoung, mainly being trained to use their own fists in a battle.

There was no blast from explosives, but it burned a single line around the entrance, the heavy metal door, which landed just by Yunho’s feet, and with that they moved in.

*Planet Earth two nights ago*

-Why do I feel so tipsy? – Y/N was complaining to the bartender, - I just had coke with whisky, why am I so… so…

Bartender Michel knew why, but he didn’t have the heart to tell the girl, that she had just been drugged to be sent somewhere else. Ever since their last shipment that ended up bringing them six number figure business had been going great.

-Let me take you to somewhere safe, alright? – Michel said, walking around the bar, taking y/n by waist and slowly moving her away to the other side of the club, where at the same time Jack had just moved girl number five.

The drill was simple – ten girls, stripped from their belongings that are to be put in separate boxes, also to be dressed in a simple overalls, later to be brought to a secure location which changes every time. Michel always searched for the “loners” who most of the time would be by the bar, without anyone approaching them. Jack on the other hand didn’t give a rat’s ass, he could get anyone just by using his best flashing smile, a drink, a drop and you’re done.

Fuck the consequences.

Leaving their other colleagues in the Wanderlust club, Jack and Michel took the girls out back, securing their wrists behind their backs, loading them in the van, bringing them to location.

-Is he being serious? – Jack started to swear, once the location was known, - three fucking hours, fucking shit…

Michel was quiet; there was nothing pleasant about this to start with, so he just kept quiet. The ride was smooth, better than expected, and also, with speeding a bit on the highway, they reached the destination half an hour sooner than estimated.

Typing in the passcode, they brought the girls to their end. Per usual, the “big guy” greeted them by the door, checking the “package”, unloading it, passing a briefcase with their boodle. On the end- a simple head movement “good to be doing business with you” in a form of a nod was what’s left, and Jack and Michel were on their way.

-Easy money, - Jack grinned.

Big guy opened the sphere door, secured all the ladies in, typed in the coordinates for planet Halazia, who were one of his biggest auction buyers, sealed the door and like usually, watched the ship disappear into the darkness.

*Planet Zero; Fever way N*

Standing in the middle of the ship, Yunho had his jaw near to the ground. They expected illegal goods in various forms, maybe some creepy alien with tentacles that end up in restricted areas where the sun don’t shine, heck even a dead meat wagon would make sense, but this?

-Seonghwa, - Yunho shouted, - who are they?

With master technique of checking the pulse, Seonghwa had found out that all women were alive, but in a very deep sleep. Upon closer check, he knew they were heavily sedated with possibility of drugs.

-Similar race to ours, - he stated first thing, - not from our planet and not from Halazia, halazians have bigger eyes.

Yeosang just nodded, they had encountered those before, and they also have big appendages between their legs, and weirdly enough San was the first one to find that out. Fair enough, while seated like this, and in colored overalls, it was hard to tell too. Halazia was a planet ruled by women, wouldn’t be a surprise that they needed to order a fertility package in a form of women, since their population is slowly dying out, because recently a lot of men are not compatible, cannot conceive as good as years ago.

Choom was also in contact asking for a blood sample to be taken from each body, and the first test that was done on their own ship, didn’t give them enough answers.

-Twenty three pairs of chromosomes, blood cells that contain high level of melatonin from sleep, by the looks of it, blood is different, but I am not sure based on what exactly, - Seonghwa announced all details, that he had found out, - the scan on the first body show two arms and two legs, healthy looking body with heart and lung system, about thirty nine percent of fat, also, it didn’t show a sign of penis or any other appendage under that overall. Looks like traditional possible mating system, the same like on our planet, similar to our bodies. Brain scan extremely weird, body asleep on ninety nine percent, but brain asleep only ten percent. I’ve never seen anything that extreme.

Ateez nodded almost in sync. Hongjoong, Mingi and San were left on guarding, circling the bodies every once in a while. San was more on a lookout, watching the near distance from the sphere window.

-What do you think, Hong? – Mingi asked.

-Hard to tell, - he replied, but for some unknown reason the more he stared at a particular somebody, he felt his trousers tighten a bit in his crotch area. He would pound that, he knew it. If there was even a slightest possibility of being left alone with one of these creatures, Hongjoong wouldn’t waste time with small talk. Some part of him felt terrible for even thinking that, but his body didn’t care, his lower region craved carnal pleasure. It had been a while.

-I knew it, - Mingi said, - this was meant to be sent to Halazia, - he moved away so Hongjoong could see the coordinates.

-So far there is nothing out the universe, - San explained, - not even space pirates who would normally collect a package like this…

A few moments later Hongjoong was in contact with Halazian government.

-Yes, we have them secured, - Mingi and Yeosang were listening to their conversation, - could this be illegal, you know? – Hongjoong asked, - Ok, that’s good to know…

Yeosang nodded in the background, he already had a feeling it’s an illegal shipment. Things like this just didn’t appear randomly.

-We will keep them, - Hongjoong announced taking his mates by surprise, - our government approve, so we keep this shipment, - with that he ended the call.

-Really? Our government said yes?

Hongjoong turned around in his chair with his face serious, with the traditional “you think?” look on his face.

-No way, - Mingi stated, - lying bastard, you just lied to her face!?

-Seriously…- Yeosang was confused of the whole thing.

-Do you think I would give this shipment away for what exactly? Based on what? There is no evidence that they were waiting for this, the fact that it’s illegal can mean only that much.

-Prostitutes, - Mingi said understanding, - maybe sex slaves or for breeding purposes? I don’t think that could be a housing décor or an organ donor, not for halazians anyway. Tell you what though, - he stared at Hongjoong, face blank, - if halazians find out, you are getting bummed real time, I’d say, you will not be able sit for a couple of weeks minimum.

Yeosang hit Mingi’s shoulder playfully. He knew that Mingi was right, Halazian women were very strong, especially their leader, who they had been in contact with couple of times.

Mingi nodded, while Yeosang bit back the pain- the scar on his back itching slightly. Last big shipment that they had encountered, ended up with him being hospitalized, an alien sliced him with a diamond blade that now was strapped to his thigh. The alien didn’t last long once Yeosang had done a number on him; his last words were “Who is laughing now, huh?” San had to drag his bleeding body to nurse room, where Seonghwa had to patch him up, so they could do a safe landing and later get Yeosang to hospital. He should’ve stayed at home, he was too weak to be on the ship now, but who can keep Yeosang in bed? One thing- and one thing only, something that he didn’t possess yet.

Hongjoong had someone waiting for him at home, special someone who had been with him for a very long time now. One of their first trips in outer space had him catch an export animal ship, illegal of course, and Hongjoong met a life- long friend with eight legs and a pair of wings. Gumik had been living with him ever since, his race- still unknown.

-We should land, - Jongho said when walking in the office, - did you contact ours yet?

Hongjoong nodded a “no”, but typed the number for their government. He knew that he had to warn them about this shipment, they had to know what’s to be expected.

Loud footsteps were heard in the corridor, two of his team mates approaching.

-I think they will awake soon, - Seonghwa stated, - I took another sample, and it seems like their body is slowly coming out of it. Wooyoung said he will let me know if something happens in the meantime while I’m here.

-You want me to shoot them? – Yunho simply asked, getting a slap from Yeosang. – What? I just asked…

-If you would go and continue to guard them, - Hongjoong said, - Mingi stays with me, Yunho don’t shoot anyone. Seonghwa, is your material all on computers?

Seonghwa nodded.

-Very well then, I will contact ours and will go from there. Be aware of anything, we don’t know anything about them yet, so it’s better to be on guard at all times.

Everyone nodded and got back to work. Mingi saw the struggle that Hongjoong was going through, things like these weren’t easy, not in the slightest. It took only one ring when the government picked up the phone.

-Ateez, good to hear from you, is this the Captain?

-Yes, this is Hongjoong, - he started the conversation, - we have come across an illegal shipment.

-What type? – The government official asked.

-Uhm, - Hongjoong swallowed.

-Captain?

Mingi put his hand on Hongjoongs shoulder, signaling, that he should tell them the truth.

-Illegal alive body trafficking, with coordinates sent for Halazia, all bodies female, ten in total.

-They are not halazians? – Government official double checked.

-After doing the trial testing nothing similar to halazians had been found, so far we don’t exactly know who they are, but their forms seemed to be similar to our female companions on our planet.

-What else do you know, Captain?

-They are asleep, had been on drugs, probably not to be awake for a very long time, - Hongjoong continued, - we ask your permission for landing ASAP.

-We will get things ready, Choom team on standby, anything else?

-Nothing sir, - Hongjoong ended the call.

-You did well, - Mingi reassured.

-Didn’t feel like it.

* 1117; 3452020 Planet Zero, Landing zone Illusion*

Yunho stood in the middle of the sphere, walking slowly around the strapped female forms, a small touch wouldn’t do any harm, would it? His fingers gently traced a vein pattern on one of the women necks, skin just as soft as he’d imagine.

-Will the magnet survive the landing? – Wooyoung asked.

-Not so sure, - Jongho answered, his back facing the team members while he worked on the control panel to see what damage a landing could cause to their equipment. - would be wiser if we would unstrap the bodies and secure them in our capsules for the time being, then we switch of the magnet, when we land, the sphere shouldn’t get too much destruction.

Wooyoung contacted Hongjoong, to make sure he was ok with the idea.

-Yeah, ok, do that, - he agreed and the team started moving around, the easiest way, to put the body over your shoulder for leverage and easier carrying.

-I think I just received a drool on my shoulder, - Wooyoung stated.

-Maybe she was very excited, - Seonghwa laughed.

-Give us a hand would you? – Jongho asked, when Yeosang stormed past, murmuring:

-I’ll do it.

-No, Yeosang, no, - Seonghwa stopped him in his tracks, - you know you cannot. Your body is too weak.

-Weak? – Yeosang turned his head back to Seonghwa who choked on his saliva; - you want to see how weak I am?

-Guys, guys, let’s not, ok? – Wooyoung stopped the scene from happening just in time, when Captain announced landing in the next half an hour, and together with San, they moved the bodies in no time.

Planet Zero government was ready, Choom team right by them, together with nurses and doctors from hospital, as soon as the ship doors opened, nurses together with the team went to collect the illegal package.

-Sir, - Hongjoong shook hands with the officials.

-Captain, pleasure as usual.

Hongjoong was quick to pass them tablet with the information they had gathered, with photos, graphs and other statistic data.

-Sir, if you’d have a minute to spare, - Hongjoong asked, and they stepped aside further away from the others.

-Is there a problem? – Government official asked.

-I might have had a bit of beef with halazians, - Hongjoong bit his lip, - you see we contacted them because of the coordinates, so we had a chat and I accidentally mention that this shipment belongs to us now and that you approve…

The officials face said it all - “you did what?”

-Pardon, - official asked, - did I hear you correctly?

Hongjoong nodded in tiny.

-Mhm, - he bit the inside of his cheek.

-Listen, Hongjoong, if they come for us, I won’t take the blame, it will be your balls on the line.

-I understand, - he nodded.

-I will, however do what’s in my power to stop that from happening, - the government official stated.

-Thank you sir, - with that they shook hands again, moving back to their original standing spot. It looked like chaos around them; Hongjoong noticed Seonghwa dressed in white coat, helping the doctors.

-Scans are going very fast, - Yunho said while next to Hongjoong, - Seonghwa said they will know their race soon. What are they going to do with them?

-No idea, - he shrugged, but somehow didn’t miss the look in Yunho’s eyes, a spark of something that he never seen before.

Loud chatter interrupted their small conversation, and all eyes were on scientists. Seonghwa stood proud as one of them.

-We know their origin and their race, - the Choom team announced. – They are human in their weakest form “females”, from the solar system, third planet to be precise, from planet Earth.

Half of the people were staring, half excited, Hongjoong and his team were looking concerned, now that they know who they are, what will they do?

*”Alien” daycare center, Planet Zero, Hongjoongs first visit*

-Y/N, you have a visitor, - your head whipped around to meet the kind eyes of a nurse that worked at the daycare center.

-Coming, - you smiled and hopped in her direction.

After waking up in the strange looking place, you and other girls were transported to a different location where you were asked several questions, at first it took you a while to understand exactly what was asked, you discovered that upon your arrival a language chip had been planted at the back of your head, together with two different vaccine jabs.

Staying inside was still the best option for all of you, a small garden right outside the daycare center was the closest you had to fresh air, and you only could go out with supervision at all times.

You were provided with necessary basic needs in the facility, and you also had a chance to learn a bit of the Planet Zero culture and history, once a week you’d have a lesson from one of the authority members, plus, there was a library, since a lot of you enjoyed reading as your pastime.

It took Hongjoong a while to find you, especially you.

Took even longer to convince the government to let them near you, but Hongjoong didn’t stop. He searched for adoption forms in various places around the planet, just to be able to persuade his idea to adopt one of you.

“What’s better than that? – Hongjoong had said, - she would be able to learn the culture, and be free to roam around, I would look after her and take her of her needs, government shouldn’t have to worry about that, don’t you think?”

The nurse ushered you in one of the meeting rooms, where your classes happened, and you were met with an owner of a sexy backside first, and then greeted with the most handsome face you’ve seen so far. The cupid’s bow of his upper lip was the first thing you noticed but the look in his eyes literally made you weak in your knees. His blonde hair cut short and brushed slightly back, making him look like anime character.

-What the fuc…- you nearly spit out.

-Hi, I’m Hongjoong, - he moved closer, extending his arm in your direction, your palm sweaty all of the sudden. Shaking his hand anyways, you were greeted with a strong grip and now seeing him up close made your heart pound in your chest harder than before.

He mentioned for you both to sit down, and you stayed quiet to hear what he has to say.

-You don’t really know me, but my team discovered your ship and brought you here, I needed to see how you were, so I came.

Lie. Technically not all of it was lie, but, it wasn’t the whole truth either. Hongjoong knew he had to see you again, and to get you in his possession as soon as he can. The government was still not a hundred percent with his given idea, but he had a hunch that they will be in a matter of time.

Looking at you now, he understood why he was so attracted to you, even to your sleeping form. Your lips, your hair, that was now tied up in a braid, your neck and the curve of your breasts, that he could see, even now with the clothing provided, he could nearly see how you looked naked; his imagination going wild.

A single drop of sweat started to form on your neck, and Hongjoong had an itch to lick it from your body, before it could reach the clothing material. Somehow sensing where Hongjoongs eyes were looking, you wiped the sweat with your fingers.

-Ahhh, - you started, shyly, - thank you, Hongjoong.

Even his name on your lips sounded erotic, he changed his seating position, his crotch area again not working in favor with his brain as planned. He was indeed a simple man.

-I mean, we are all very grateful for that, - you said, keeping a pause, because he was staring at you and you couldn’t hold on the eye contact.

-Could I know your name? – Hongjoong asked.

-Ah, of course, - that was odd, do you give him your real name? If you lie, he could just ask the staff; - my name is y/n.

-Y/N, - he repeated. Hongjoong knew your name, he had seen your file, but hearing it from you sounded much better than reading it on the paper. The nurse knocked on the door, to signal, that Hongjoong had to leave.

-You are leaving? – You asked.

-Looks like my time is up, - Hongjoong answered, giving you a small bow before going. – It was a pleasure to meet you, y/n.

The nurse was there to escort you back to the lounge area, she whispered quietly:

-I hear that Ateez are interested in all of you, so I guess this is just the beginning, - you looked at her slightly confused.

Later on, the TV in the lounge played the news and you found out what Ateez was, and that, in fact, you had met their Captain first hand. Under subtitles went on about how handsome their team was, and that they are the most searched company on the web, as well as that everyone considered them the bachelors of Planet Zero.

* Alien daycare center, Hongjoongs 2nd visit*

Your days seemed to pass quicker if you’d had the lessons, it made you feel like back on planet Earth, but your brain couldn’t get rid of the image of Hongjoong. It was stuck there every time you closed your eyes. If not under so much supervision, you would’ve touched yourself with the idea of him kissing you, and doing so much more, but the surveillance was even in your sleeping chambers, and you also shared the room with two more women from Earth.

What struck you the most was the story how you all ended up in the same place, starting from the night out to get drunk and dance your life away, then the blackout and after that waking up on unknown planet.

The more you thought about it, the more you knew that the Wanderlust club had something to do with it, alright, mind that… people disappear every day. Thousands and thousands, people who don’t want to be found, people who hide from something, but kidnaping is another level. Just because we don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not happening as we speak.

Staring blankly at the pages in the book you were holding, you snapped out of the uneasy thoughts. You noticed your favorite nurse and went to ask her if you could go out for a walk. Later, on the bench someone sat next to you and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

-Shit, - were your first words, then turning around you met the handsome face of your captain, - oh, I’m sorry, you scared me!

Hongjoong laughed at your antics, he thought that was cute. The swearing would earn you a spanking, but the look on your face how you pouted afterwards would get you a lot of warm hugs and kisses.

-How have you been? – Hongjoong asked and you nodded slightly.

-I have been ok, there is not that much we can do here, so I mainly go for a walk here, - you smiled.

-Shall we? – Hongjoong was your guardian now, and the two of you slowly made your way through the garden. – You know, there is a reason why I come to visit…

-Huh? – you seemed surprised, but true to his words, you’ve not seen him ask for anyone else besides you, also no one else from Ateez had been spotted so far, but their captain.

-I would like to adopt you…

-Uhm, - your face went blank, felt like a square had formed next to your temples. – I’m sorry what?

Hongjoong laughed, and what a tasty laugh it was.

-Not for you to be my daughter, no, don’t worry, - he stated, - just to get you out of here.

-Ha ha ha, - you faked a laugh, - I nearly thought you have like a daddy kink or something… me as your daughter? Bahahahahahahaha!!!

Hongjoongs eyes darkened. He might not have the kink, but he was fully aware of what it meant. Had you been affected by him the same way he was with you? He was watching you closely now, stepping closer and leaning in. Not thinking much about the situation you were in, you also leaned in and your lips touched.

-Oh baby, - Hongjoong exhaled, your lips melting into each- others embrace, a taste of what’s to come.

-Captain, - you whispered back tasting Hongjoong in your mouth.

-Be mine, - he held onto you, - be mine and no one else’s…

You could only nod.

* Alien daycare center, Hongjoongs 9th visit *

The same drill, you met Hongjoong and the both of you walk through the garden. They trusted Hongjoong enough to leave you both alone, so you sneaked of to the furthest corner of the garden.

-I haven’t stopped thinking about you, - you whispered in his ear.

-Oh really? – Hongjoong asked, bringing you closer to him, his tongue poking out, licking his lips, you nodded. Your lips collided and Hongjoong asked permission to enter your mouth which you allowed, your own tongue fighting for dominance. Somehow in all of this, your hand grabbed his wrist only for you to realize, that it wasn’t his hand, why did it feel like he wasn’t wearing any underwear?

-Hongjoong, - you bit your lip, - I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… - but your brain screamed “yes I did”.

-Will you be my good girl? – He suddenly asked, and you nodded, of course you’ll be his good girl. He looked around for a moment and then looked back at you, - Get on your knees for me, baby.

Once on the ground, Hongjoong unzipped his trousers, taking out his member, stroking it while watching how eager you were, already waiting with your mouth slightly opened. He slowly guided it in your mouth, the first drop of his salty pre cum landing on your taste- buds. You wanted to please him so badly, so you grabbed the end of his shaft, to give it a good stroke, while you sucked on the head, guiding it out from your mouth to swirl your tongue around it. He wasn’t that long in size, but the thickness would give you a good burning stretch, the idea of it inside of you only spurred you on to continue.

Hongjoong had been a giver for a long time, all of his partners were left spent after the time they spend together, but Hongjoong himself was rarely satisfied. He wanted to continue again and again, but none of his companions were able to go for another round. This was unusual for him too. He would have gotten you to ride his face first thing, but it was the other way around.

-Fuck my mouth, Joong, - you whispered, licking his shaft, your other hand playing with his testicles, he nodded guiding his hand in your hair to control your movements.

Once his cock was back in your mouth, he struggled to hold his demeanor, with moans and praises spilling past his plump lips.

-My beautiful girl, taking me so well, what a sight, I could look at you like this all day, - tears sprung from your eyes, but you let him use you still, till he would reach his end. A couple more sharp thrusts and his hips stuttering, he came, filling your mouth with his warm seed which was a lot and half of it leaked down your chin. When Hongjoong pulled out, you made sure he sees how you swallow his load, even gathering whatever leaked past your lips with your fingers, sucking your fingers clean.

Getting you up to be level with him, Hongjoong kissed you on mouth first, licking the remnants of himself from your lips. He promised he would take care of you, but you declined.

-I wanted to please you, - you said, - so, so badly, Joong, I had dreams of it…

-I will have you soon, my beautiful y/n, - saying goodbye Hongjoong kissed you again before anyone could see.

* The Government approves – the day of adoption*

-What’s this? – Mingi asked when Hongjoong passed him a folder.

-Open it, - his captain said.

Upon opening it, Mingi actually had a suspicion on what it might contain, but he wasn’t sure that Hongjoong would actually get it, let alone really do it.

-No chance, - Mingi started, - how the fuck did you do it?

Hongjoong sat back in his chair, clicking his tongue, darting it out to wet his lips. Jongho was working on the repair of the damage from the last landing; San giving him a hand, since a lot of things from ship’s parts were quite heavy. Mingi was reading the paper carefully, ever since he found out what Hongjoong had been doing in his pastime, Mingi wondered if he could have human for himself.

-Took me a while, but here we are, - simple statement of how he found the “alien daycare” and how he travelled all around to seek approval from different leaders, gathering people to be on his side, pleading for government, who actually went to his house to check if a human could live there. Gumik was hiding under the bed at that time, after all, he was illegal too, and the government didn’t need to know that.

-You really had it all planned out, didn’t you? – Mingi was astonished. – I would never even had this imagined, but Hongjoong, why go so far?

Captain sighed, if he would say the whole truth, his mate could possibly call him a pervert of some sort, but sooner or later the truth would come out anyways.

-I wanted her, - he detailed, - I saw her for the first time asleep in that sphere; I’ve not wanted anything that badly in my life before. I wanted her with me, next to me, in my bed when I wake up; I wanted her against my naked body to…

-Hey hey, hey - Mingi stopped him, - too many details dude, you just were attracted to her, and it’s a normal reaction.

-You don’t even have a clue, Mingi, - Hongjoong disagreed a bit, he couldn’t say if it was just attraction towards y/n that he felt, it was more than that, after knowing that you felt it too he was done for.

-So when is this happening?

-I am going today.

Mingi switched on his coms, whispering something that Hongjoong didn’t hear, and a minute later all of his colleagues from Ateez were there.

-What’s this? – Hongjoong questioned.

-So you’ve been hiding the good stuff from us captain? – Yeosang started, - you not think I would have wanted to keep something for myself too?

Hongjoong looked confused, what did they mean by that?

-Don’t tell me guys, - he quirked an eyebrow, - you cannot be serious?! It took me ages to be able to get this far!

Wooyoung pouted, San was shaking his shoulders, Yunho just stared blankly, Hongjoong took a deep breath.

-I am serious, - Seonghwa walked in joining the conversation, - the more I found out about human race the more I needed to have one of them, did you know I even remember all of their names? – He was right; it wasn’t only Hongjoong who was attracted to the aliens.

-We could just blast ourselves in, get the girls and nobody would know a thing, - Yunho shared his idea.

-I say we do it, - to everyone’s surprise, Jongho agreed.

-No, Jongho, not you, - Hongjoong was baffled, - you are the smart tech guy, you are not supposed to say things like that!

-What? Why? Do you believe the joke that I am a virgin? – Jongho shared without any hesitation, - eh, captain, you really don’t have a clue what type of weirdo’s all of us are… aish..

-I am secretly a stripper, - Yeosang shared, everyone’s jaws reached the floor, - come and watch my show, if you want a lap dance, just call for “babygirl”.

-Not a secret anymore, - San peaked in, big smile on his face, - baby girl….kkkkkkk…

-Nope, - Mingi was shocked, - I ain’t doing this shit.

Everyone burst out laughing, even Mingi himself couldn’t hold in his laughter. Hongjoong looked at everyone with now different set of eyes. He really didn’t know who was his mates, what they did outside of work, what the guys liked, heck even what type of beer they enjoyed.

-Are we doing it or not? – Wooyung finally spoke up.

-I have a better idea, - Hongjoong smiled.

Signing the papers, where he is finally your guardian, Hongjoong had this big smile on his face, he waited enough for this. For some time now you were walking from one side of the room to the other, today was the day you go home with your captain.

It was all great and that, but what bothered you was the fact that you might not be able to control yourself and jump the guy at the first opportunity. Knowing Hongjoong though, he might not complain. Your last couple encounters ended on orgasmic note anyways, you both seemed to be in the same boat about your feelings.

The nurse came to get you; walking through the lounge you noticed that there were more people than normal, a lot more handsome faces…

-Ateez? – You asked and the nurse nodded, seeing your confusion she started:

-Apparently, I was right, - she leaned in, - Ateez might be in a good deal with the government to adopt all of you. Besides, don’t think I’m a fool, darling, I know a great deal of what you guys been doing in the gardens.

You blushed.

-Captain Hongjoong always seemed a bit more disheveled than when he arrived and he always had this big smile on his face, it was not hard to miss, - she giggled. Turning your face to the side you noticed a guy with longer hair, who literally looked like a prince and he walked over to you.

-Hi, - he greeted, - you must be Y/N.

You nodded, damn he was handsome.

-My name is Yeosang, I hear our captain is taking good care of you, - he winked. – don’t be shy; we are quite close to each other, so we know a lot of things.

You looked equally confused and surprised by his sentence, but you knew there was no hiding it anymore, since Hongjoong would now be your official guardian.

-Nice to meet you, Yeosang, - you smiled back nodding, the nurse bringing you to meeting room afterwards. The last papers were signed now; Hongjoong was ready to receive his gift, when you also had to sign the papers.

-Excited, captain? – The government official asked when Hongjoong couldn’t sit without bouncing his leg or moving his hands, or sighing loudly.

-Very much, - he said without any shame, he was as happy as you were.

When your hands squeezed Hongjoongs thigh, he was ready to take you right there on the spot, so instead he put his hand on top of yours, holding it gently.

-Alright, - the government official said, - you are all set and allowed to go. If by any chance there are any problems, feel free to contact us, and we’ll try to sort it.

-Would you like to meet the others? – Hongjoong asked taking your hand in his, leading you out of the room.

-I would love to.

*What’s this? *

Loud scream echoed through the house when you just stepped inside. Hongjoongs bungalow looked tiny, but neat, a small garden outside, nice porch and a swing attached to the canopy.

Staring back at you was a spider looking monster, dark as night, and fast as it was approaching closer. Hongjoong laughed clapping his hands.

-Calm down, y/n, calm down, - when you stopped screaming you noticed that the monster did not come any closer to you, just watched you from the distance now. – Y/N this is Gumik. Gumik, this is y/n.

You looked at Gumik and he looked back at you. Eye contact was a strong game, and Gumik wasn’t ready to loose.

-Hello, - Gumik murmured.

You screamed again.

-He…. He can speak…? – You whispered hiding behind Hongjoong now.

-Not exactly, - Hongjoong stated, - he does, however say things that he’s heard from time to time, he knows how to say my name and when to ask for food if I have forgotten. He’s very smart though, last time we go for job, I actually left him everything on a lower shelf, and he was fine when we returned, and the house is clean too, so I trust Gumik with all my heart.

-Ahh, - you faked a smile, but Gumik kept staring.

-Go on, go and say “hi”, - Hongjoong encouraged you. You swallowed hard, you had so many doubts.

-What if he eats me? – You asked, still hiding behind Hongjoong.

-He won’t, - he giggled and mentioned for Gumik to come closer, - come meet y/n!

You were ready to jump on Hongjoong to hide your legs from the “predator” getting closer, but when Gumik did, your guardian captain stepped aside, leaving you all by yourself, you shut your eyes. When nothing happened and you seemed to be able to feel all your limbs, you opened your eyes.

Gumik was staring at you, waiting for you to accept him, he was friendly like that.

-You can actually touch him, you know, - Hongjoong whispered. – He likes hugs a lot…- he leaned down, petting Gumik’s wings. – isn’t that right?

Gumik made approval sound, what reminded you of cat purring, so you gathered all your courage and did the same greeting as Hongjoong did seconds ago.

-Gumik approves, - the small voice purred again.

-He likes you, - Hongjoong picked Gumik up, and he was all cozy in his arms. – Let’s look at the rest of your new home, shall we?

Three days and three nights; that’s how long you’ve already spent in Hongjoongs house, and this far, nothing has happened between you too. You sleep in a separate bedroom across from your captain’s, and the ache between your legs has never been that bad before.

Captain wasn’t coping with his sexual desires either, he couldn’t sleep, barely ate anything, well, because, he wanted to devour you and you only. He was hungry for your essence, hungry for your lips on his; the need for your body was taking a toll on him.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he was greeted with you standing in the doorway. Hongjoongs eyes searched yours to find out what the problem was. It was late already, you should’ve been asleep.

-I cannot sleep, - you confessed, walking deeper in his room.

-Is something wrong? – Hongjoong asked.

-Yes, - you nodded. Hongjoong looked concerned; he stood up from the bed to walk over to you.

-What’s wrong? - He asked, trying to find out if you were in any pain or whatever was wrong with you. – Are you in any pain? Tell me where it hurts…

You laughed almost painfully.

-It’s not that, Hongjoong, - you finally faced him to look into his eyes, - I need you…

Your captain had a smile on his face, he understood straight away what was happening now, so he walked over to shut the door, locking it, so no one would disturb, Gumik won’t mind, it’s not like he hasn’t seen closed doors before.

-Is my girl needy? Is that it? – He reached for you, his hand pulling you closer. You nodded. – I need words, y/n. Tell me what do you need?

-I need you… - you bit your lip.

-Be more specific, my beautiful girl, - he teased, one of his hands reaching for the waistband of your trousers.

-Make me yours, Hongjoong, - you whispered reaching for him, your lips colliding and moving in sync. – please…

-Undress for me then, - captain ordered, his eyes watching you take off your clothes. You were down to your underwear in seconds, you didn’t want to leave your captain waiting for too long, Hongjoong bit the inside of his cheek. He had imagined this so many times, but he wasn’t sure, he’ll be able to savor it for too long. He had to have you hard and fast.

Hongjoong couldn’t resist any longer, so he tore your underwear off of your body, leaving you standing in your bra only. His lips found yours again, more eager this time, his eyes were burning with desire now that he had you in his arms. His lips kissed your jaw, licking at your neck, while his hands were losing control. He wanted to feel you everywhere.

He slid down your bra straps to kiss your shoulders, pulling your bra down to finally be able to see your breasts; his lips finding one of your nipples straight away, his other hand cupping your other breast. His tongue swirled around the tight peak which he bit lightly.

-Faster Hongjoong, - you ushered, - I am literally dying here…

-Patience, my love, - he licked at your other breast, - need to get you ready…

-I am so ready, - you were getting desperate, - you could take me right now and I would be ready…

To what Hongjoong only laughed, continuing his teasing, his tongue reached in your navel to get a laugh out of you as well and it worked, soon he was on his knees, kissing your hips a couple of times each. His hand stroked from your knee up to your thigh, not quite reaching the place where you wanted him the most. Kissing your mound, Hongjoong searched for the treasure and finally touched your wetness, spreading your lower lips with his fingers, easing one finger inside of you up to the knuckle.

-Joong…- you called for him, and he looked up, - I won’t be able to stand for much longer if you keep doing that…

Your captain understood, standing back up, lifting you up and placing you down onto the bed, spreading your legs to get back in between them, his lips on your core without warning. He was eager to earn praises and moans from you, which you gave him; a particularly strong sucking on your clit earning a yelp and another moan from you, while you grabbed at the bed sheets, arching your back.

He was feeding of your emotions, he aimed to please you and also prep you for his cock, so he slid two fingers inside your tight walls, moving them in circular motion to stretch you faster; he was losing his patience, but didn’t want to give in yet, he wanted to see you come undone first.

Your first orgasm of the night approached and you could only moan at how good that felt:

-Ahh, Joong… more…

When he didn’t stop licking at your folds, his fingers only moving faster, wet squelching noises filling his bedroom, another mind blowing orgasm hit you, your body shaking in tremors, as your captain helped you ride out your high.

-No more, - you whispered, - I need you inside of me now…

Reaching back up your lips met again, and your hands moved to undress your captain.

-Too many clothes, - you said between kisses, tasting yourself on his tongue.

When his upper torso was half naked, you saw what he had been hiding all along – not only you were impressed by his toned abs, but the amount of scars decorating his body as well; leaning down to kiss one of them you promised to kiss them all at some point. Hongjoong helped you by getting rid of his trousers, getting back on the bed, ushering you to lie back on the pillows.

You widened your legs to make space for his naked body, Hongjoongs eyes never leaving yours as he held onto his cock, lining it up with your soaking entrance, spreading your folds with the tip to help with the lubrication. He looked back at you and you nodded a conformation. Slowly, he guided himself inside of your tightness, stopping half way, when he felt the resistance, only to help you relax, leaning down to kiss your lips again and again. Wrapping your legs around his backside, pulling Hongjoong closer to you also helped his member to slide deeper, until his shaft was completely sheathed snug inside of you.

His movements were slow, pulling slightly back to be able to start the rhythmic motions, your body moving up with each powerful thrust that he delivered. Slow and sensual movements at first, strong hip game, Hongjoong was dragging it out as much as he could, pulling out completely only to drive back in with more force. Shallow and sharp thrusts followed next.

-More, Hongjoong, more…- you moaned loudly, meeting each thrust halfway, your eyes closing from the high pleasure. Hongjoong reached for your hand, pressing it into the mattress, holding it, and not letting go, while he sucked and marked your neck, your chest and kissed your lips again.

-Look at me, - he whispered, - I want to see you come.

That was nearly like an order, his sharp hips thrusting in the right places, and you came for the third time so intense, that it brought tears to your eyes. Hongjoong ate up your scream, his tongue in your mouth before your screaming could escape your lips; so you moaned and cried into his mouth. His hips didn’t stop there though; he had to chase his own high now, even if it meant over stimulating you to fucked out state. Tears were streaming down your face now and you could feel it won’t be long before your captain will reach his orgasm. His thrusts were so fast it was hard to follow his movements, you started to feel slight pain in your lower region, but you wanted to please Honjoong, so you endured the overstimulation.

You couldn’t even form a sentence, you just lied there and let Hongjoong take what he needed, his hips finally stuttering he groaned biting on your shoulder as he filled your convulsing walls with his warm seed, giving it a few more sharp thrusts, your abused cunt sucking him for all he’s worth until he came to a complete stop; taking a deep breath, his hand rubbing on your side carefully.

He slowly pulled out, kissing your lips before leaving the bed to return with a towel to clean you up. You were too tired to move, so Hongjoong cleaned you up as careful as he could, reassuring that you need to rest:

-My good girl, - he praised, - I will get you something to drink, ok? Don’t fall asleep yet…

He was back in a couple of minutes, handing you the drink which you chugged down from being so thirsty. Later on he was next to you, caressing your hair, as you slept on his chest, snoring soundly.

-You are mine, - Hongjoong whispered to himself, - mine and no on else’s…

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cozycottagetarot · 1 month

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Discarded Version: Your Person's Appearance

Decided to share the first draft of my recent reading. It's not really organised, hardly edited, but I figured maybe you might find something useful in it if you choose.

PILE 1

I feel like your person could be everything you want, but not look like it? There’s this sense of them being very attractive, but it may take you some time to fully see it. Many of the characters are shadowed or cloaked in some format so it makes me think that you might have to really take a good look at them before you can pass a true judgement on them. For many your future spouse may could look like a heartbreaker or trouble. They may look younger than they are or they are younger than you. They could have really nice legs. They could have a more put-together style, but if they carry a more masculine energy then they might come across in appearance slightly dishevelled? Makes me think of a laid-back rebel… Your person could have very intense/mesmerising eyes. Their gaze alone could make you blush or even turn you on (whatever that means for you). They could be petite or they could be husky. Intimidating from afar. They could have long hair and facial hair is likely. Also they could be tall or have a long vertical line so they look tall even if they aren’t.

Using the physical features deck I made here’s some potential physical features your person may have. I think the best way to use this section is to kind of cross reference it to any other readings that resonated about their appearance.

Notable features: Aquiline or a broad nose, short hair, crooked teeth, smirk, curvy, beard, a specific piece of jewellery, they could wear contacts, an aesthetic style, charismatic

PILE 2

I feel like your person could be highly sought out… people could see your person as being majestic and ethereal and throw themselves at them a lot. I don’t think they react to it though, they just try to distance themselves from it. They could be someone easy to fantasise about … they give off burnout academic vibes to be honest. Like they’ve got to get something perfect… On the flip side, they could be putting in the work on themselves and you can see it in their appearance. They’re levelling up their body, finances, headspace. They could have a wise look to them. I get artist or professor vibes. They could be very passionate and give off this dreamy vibe. There’s not alot on physical appearance specifically. I think they could be very nurturing, they’re someone you could easily envision yourself building a life with. Their hair could be luscious. Mature and sweet. A heartwarming balance of healthy feminine and masculine qualities (regardless of gender). Could be blonde or if they have brown hair you can really see the golden hues in it when the sun shines through. Regal and majestic. There’s this sense of caution to them. They could be quite cuddly as well or you could envision yourself being protected by them. Feline in appearance.

Weird random things that came through: Ryan Reynolds, Fairy Tail (the anime— Natsu), Pisces, Rabbits

Notable features: Straight nose, button nose, vibes: ethereal, intelligent friendly, detached/aloof; round or heart-shaped face, they could have a foreign accent or a youth/higher-pitched voice, short to shoulder length hair, slim

PILE 3

Your person could look familiar to you— it doesn’t necessarily mean that you know them though for half of you I think you could. I think when you see your person you may have that “Have we met before?” Moment. They could have bright eyes. There’s a sense of them having a wild look. They’re very balanced. They have an energy that draws you in. Their teeth could be… how do I describe it? They could look very elegant. Lazy eyes.

*This is all I had, I redid all the pacs after this!

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butterflydm · 1 year

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wot on prime rewatch: 1x6 the flame of tar valon (part 1)

spoilers through the end of season one of the wheel of time. I will do a reblog of this soon after I post it, with additional book-related spoilers. This is only for the first half of the episode, because my brain was getting overwhelmed with the idea of doing all of it, so I broke it in half. It splits right around the 30min mark.

1. We open this episode with BABY SIUAN (and Tear). I love the set design for the Sanche house and that Siuan is sleeping in a hammock. The relationship between Siuan and her dad (Berden, the subtitles say) is very sweet as well. I love all the fishing-related terms of conversation used here as well (so true to Siuan in the books lol). We learn that her dad does fully know that she can channel but that they have a rule that she doesn’t do it in sight of the village. “A wise woman knows the breaking point of her line”.

2. We have been slowly building up “what people think about Aes Sedai” over the course of the season -- there’s some wariness in the Two Rivers, the Whitecloaks call them witches and actively hunt and kill them, when Moiraine was capsizing the ferry the ferryman said that the Whitecloaks “were right” about Aes Sedai, Thom expressed over concern over Aes Sedai potentially targeting Mat in episode four, and now we get the Sanche house being burned down because someone saw that baby!Siuan could channel. We also get our first deliberate Dragon’s Fang drawn on someone’s property, illustrated rather than verbally explained.

3. They’ve been found out, so Berden sends Siuan off to Tar Valon with their boat and some advice - practice her network manually, don’t solely rely on the Power. She asks when she can come home and he answers, “When it’s safe in Tear for girls like you.” This scene grips my heart. He loves his daughter and is so proud of her! And he sends her away both to keep her safe but also so that she is able to reach her full potential. “daughter of the river, clever as a pike, strong as the tides.” <3 And we get some very important information here that Tear is NOT a safe place to channel/be Aes Sedai. Love the music here too.

4. The episode proper starts with Siuan Being Announced and the intense look in Moiraine’s eyes. We get to see everyone dressed up in their fancy wear! I love how we can see all the different cultures’ fashions reflected in the different clothing choices. They’re all formal but in different ways. Siuan’s entrance is VERY majestic and I love the Seat itself. Love the big overhead shot that pulls back and back to show us how tall the Tower is. I have to admit, I understand zero (0) of the aesthetic-based critique of this show, because I just think it looks SO gorgeous. What about any of this looks cheap? I am baffled, I swear.

5. Notes about the Sisters! Okay, they are arranged like so, clockwise out from the Amyrlin Seat - Red Ajah, an ajah we don’t know yet, Yellow Ajah, Blue Ajah, two more that we haven’t been introduced to yet, ending on Green. We can see that each set of Sisters comes in three but the middle seat for the Green Ajah is empty (was Kerene a Sitter?). This is the first time that show-only viewers would get to see all the different types of Ajah. The framing here on Moiraine is so good because though she has her current companions (Liandrin & Alanna) framing her in the foreground, she’s framed by two of the Blue Sisters in the background. The visual depth! What we’re being told about the characters simply via blocking! I feel like part of the reason that the Ajahs are in the order around the room that they are is so that we can have that great blocking with Moiraine.

6. I love how overwhelmed Moiraine looks to be facing Siuan. On a first watch, it can be read just the way the other Aes Sedai are reading it but Once You Know, then it’s just so much more delicious.

7. Haha, the stole is kinda odd -- I think in the books it’s more like a big scarf or something? idk fashion don’t judge me. It’s very pastel here. But her fancy clothes are so fancy! It’s such a good contrast for what we will see her wearing later on in the episode.

8. The first event of the episode is Logain being brought in for Siuan’s judgement. (and here is where my rewatch paused for several weeks as my brain tried to tell me that I needed to be Very Thoughtful and Very Incisive when that is not, in fact, actually a requirement for rewatching episodes of TV. So from this point on in the rewatch, I am trying to be less hard on myself! The problem is that I do find the episodes very rich and there’s a lot to talk about... and then I’ve accidentally overwhelmed myself lol)

9. After Logain is brought in, Siuan has his chains removed because, “gentled as he is, he poses no threat” which I imagine only made everything sting even more for Logain, tbh. He’s not even a threat anymore. Still, Siuan starts into what I assume are the traditional forms of the trial, asking Logain if he knows why he’s here. Logain goes on the (verbal) attack, telling Siuan that the world is beginning to see the Aes Sedai as weak, the further you are from the Tower. In addition to the acting (which is great), I also really like this section because we do some closer shots on all the Sitters, which is great for pausing and checking out their outfits and vibes. We have at least another couple of Aes Sedai wearing pants, which I still find exciting. I do think (though I would have to check the wiki to be sure) that the show shook up the composition of the Sitters to make them less weighted towards Andorans and that we get a wider set of cultural backgrounds.

10. Logain is, of course, also trying to incite Siuan into killing him so that he doesn’t have to live with being gentled. Siuan does realize what he’s trying to do and tells him that he is going to have to live out a long life. Interestingly, she seems to believe that the madness will continue to progress. I’m not sure if we know one way or another from the books? Logain tried to get under Siuan’s skin and make her react publicly and failed, while she DOES succeed in getting to him and he begs her to kill him. Though he’s definitely emotionally vulnerable in a way that she is not, given that he’s been gentled.

11. After Logain has been judged, it is now time to judge Liandrin, Alanna, and Moiraine for their extrajudicial gentling of Logain (as the three strongest channelers among the surviving Aes Sedai). Here, Siuan takes a stand for the law and for holding to a certain standard when in times of fighting/war, while Liandrin argues, essentially, that there are no rules in war. Because Logain killed one of their companions, he deserved harsher consequences than their rules more normally allow, she argues.

12. When Siuan says that, as the person in charge, Liandrin must face the consequences for her decision, Liandrin then goes in for a major distraction tactic - she throws Moiraine under the bus to get the attention off of what Liandrin did in breaking the rules and trying to get everyone to focus onto the fact that, omg, Moiraine has a secret, everyone! Come and learn about Moiraine’s secret that she should have told the rest of the class about! And, in doing so, she throws Nynaeve out for the wolves as well, by letting all the Sitters know that a very powerful potential is currently in the Tower and not a novice. Also, Liandrin calls Moiraine “Sis” here which I find DELIGHTFUL and HILARIOUS and I want more.

13. Siuan continues to do a good job at not getting distracted away from her purpose, just as she did when Logain tried to rattle her, and asks Liandrin what the point of her tangent is. Unfortunately, Liandrin was prepared for this too and she has an entire speech -- directed at the Sitters and not at the Amrylin -- about how Moiraine is a loose cannon who needs to be taken back under the firm hand of the White Tower. And Liandrin is able to twist the situation into being such that Siuan HAS to ask Moiraine her purpose in order not to be accused of overly favoring the Blue Ajah. And Moiraine has to say that she is unwilling to say, because she can’t actually be honest about what she’s doing because it’s such a delicate situation (and, right now, complicated by the fact that she lost all four potential Dragons and hasn’t found them again). So Liandrin is able to take a situation where the main punishment was firmly directed at her, the person who exacted “battlefield justice” on Logain, and instead redirect that punishment towards Moiraine. And she’s able to do that because she breaks the social norms of the Tower -- gentling Logain and saying that she believes Siuan still sympathizes with the Blue Ajah over the others are both examples of this same kind of behavior, though different in degree.

14. In general, the politics in this episode just- light my brain on fire, I really loved them. We also get a helpful timeline drop, in finding out that Moiraine last left the Tower two years ago. There’s also a great interplay between Moiraine and Siuan here (of course) as they try to communicate between the lines even as they’re re-inforcing the general belief in the Tower that they have had a falling out (by the line of attack Siuan uses, I think they implied they’re ‘falling out’ was over class-related differences, about Moiraine using her family name against Siuan at some point). I do love how we can see the Sitters react to Moiraine’s noble rank being brought up. Like, you kinda get the feeling that the Moiraine-Siuan breakup was basically like the White Tower’s soap opera. Also! This seems like an early hint from Rafe & co that we will possibly get more focus on Moiraine’s relatives and her connection to them, since we also got that line about her being from a ‘fallen house’ earlier in the season. But, yeah, Liandrin was able to swerve the punishment from being focused on her to being focused on Moiraine.

15. After the meeting ends, Alanna recommends to Moiraine that she publicly apologize to Siuan to soothe her anger, and Moiraine says it’s pointless. Also, one of Alanna’s Warders is Right There to hand her a post-judgement fruit. What a great boyfriend/husband/bodyguard. Lan is right there too but where is Moiraine’s post-judgement fruit? She does not get one!

16. Liandrin has already hooked back up with her Mean Girls Clique of fellow Reds. Moiraine and Siuan HAVE definitely fooled Liandrin with their playacting, tho, which was probably a relief for Moiraine to realise. Liandrin does NOT know her anywhere near as well as she thinks. SO intrigued by Liandrin calling her ‘old friend’. Love me some implied history.

17. And now we are out in the city of Tar Valon! Moiraine is taking tea on a lovely circular stone balcony. Very pretty. I love the flooring and how it looks classic and weathered. The stools are neat too, and the shape of the tables. And I like how her dress drapes along the floor. And the lanterns! It’s just very pretty to me and pleases my sense of aesthetics. We see, over her shoulder, that she Has Discovered where Rand and Mat are, as we see Nynaeve and Loial leaving the room. Ah, the detail of the vines creeping up the wall of the window! That’s so pretty! Love the open air vibe of the balconies and it implies a lot about the normal climate of Tar Valon too. Anyway, now that Nynaeve and Loial have left (and Lan confirms this by coming in -- presumably he’s the one who tracked Nynaeve to the room originally as well), Moiraine and Lan head over to collect a pair of wayward potential dragons. Lan has already been able to get a sense of how badly Mat is doing as well.

18. Ah, this is the moment that made me start shipping Cauthor and just brought a whole new dimension to my understanding of Wheel of Time! Rand doesn’t know how to channel (and is in denial that he even can) and doesn’t know how to use a sword, but he tells Moiraine and Lan that he won’t let them hurt Mat. He doesn’t have any clue what he’s doing! Moiraine and Lan can (and do) handle him like a kitten at this point! But he TRIES because Mat matters to him and so he’s going to try to protect him, even if he has the protection power of wet cardboard at the moment. So, of course, I was just hilariously gutted when Mat stayed behind at the end of the episode. I’d only just started shipping it! (luckily, Rand would manage to provide plenty of additional material in episode 7, bless him). And Mat’s exasperated fondness over Rand’s ineffective protectiveness here kinda sealed the deal. He also knows that it’s useless and pointless, but it matters to him that Rand tried anyway (even when he’s deep in his most paranoid mindset! It matters to him and he notices it!). This sort of dynamic is exactly why I tend to ship Friends-to-Lovers more than any other kind of ship.

19. Moiraine and Lan are definite Bosses in this scene, but I am too busy having stars in my eyes over how completely useless Rand is, lol. I just love it so much. This is my catnip. This is my kryptonite. Rafe Judkins reached into my soul and plucked out cauthor and put it on screen. And I didn’t even know I wanted it! And now here it is!

20. Moiraine and Mat are actually united here on agreeing that Mat Cauthon would make for a terrible Dragon Reborn, but then when Mat draws the dagger on her, she realizes that it’s not the madness affecting him but the taint of Shadar Logoth instead and we get a very cool (and icky) scene of her drawing it out of him (temporarily? permanently? I guess we’ll find out in S2). I think the show did a really good job showing us why Mat would have such a low opinion of his own character and also showing us that that’s not who he is. Oh, I am going to miss Barney as Mat. Looking forward to seeing what Donal does, but wow, Barney was fantastic in this role.

21. Rand looks very angelic and also a bit like a confused sheep, in the shot after Mat has had the corruption drawn out of him. Love the way the light is coming through the windows here. Gorgeous. And we can see that doing that for Mat took a LOT out of Moiraine, really drained her. We have this great moment of connection between Rand and Moiraine, because of what he saw her do for Mat. Back when she healed his dad, it was in the wake of their home being attacked and Rand learning that he was... adopted, kinda, so he was not in a receptive place towards Moiraine. He’s more receptive now to looking at things from her perspective and giving her the benefit of the doubt, because he was able to see her struggle with this and to risk herself to help Mat. Rand’s very sincere ‘thank you’ to Moiraine here is really nice, and it feels earned.

22. I do find it fascinating how Rand and Moiraine are STILL talking past each other, even in this scene where Rand is being genuinely grateful. Rand personalizes what Moiraine did -- she took on that evil for Mat -- but for Moiraine it’s greater good based -- she would have done it for any of her potential dragons, because wow it would SUCK for the world if the Dragon Reborn was corrupted by Shadar Logoth. Moiraine is Big Picture here and Rand is still very Small Picture. Rand does also check with Moiraine that if all that was Mat being affected by the dagger, then he isn’t... but Moiraine still says that she doesn’t know. “He’s stronger than he has any right to be. If he weren’t, that dagger would have consumed him weeks ago,” she notes about Mat, post-dagger, and it makes her think that Mat still might be the Dragon. I am 100% on the “Rand was unintentionally healing Mat with the Power during their journey” bandwagon for the show version. It just Makes Sense, and it lines up with the story Nynaeve told about Egwene ~getting better~ from her bone-breaking disease (which she attributed to Egwene being strong but, of course, while Egwene IS strong, Nynaeve also most likely healed her with the Power). She warns Rand to keep a careful watch on Mat, because if he touches the dagger again, “he might be lost forever”.

23. When Nynaeve and Loial return, Moiraine briefly shames Nynaeve for being too prideful to ask for help. So, uh, that relationship is going well.

24. I love this show’s use of non-sexual nudity. The whole scene in the bath-house is great; we get to see Moiraine relaxing while she chats with Maigan. Also, Moiraine trying to avoid the Tower as much as possible. Maigan gives us some tantalizing future plot hooks -- “Ships are disappearing off the West Coast; “Aiel have been spotted this side of the Spine”. Maigan asks Moiraine if she knows how Trollocs got to the Two Rivers undetected but Moiraine doesn’t have an answer. Maigan says that she might go west to track the disappearing ships. Oh, dear. Anyway, Maigan plans to try to convince Siuan to forgive Moiraine, and Maigan wants Moiraine to stay in the Tower on a more permanent basis while she’s gone. Obviously, this goes hard against Moiraine’s own plans.

25. Moiraine is now alerted that her other two potential dragons have been found! She has the whole set. Much like poor Mat was a wreck, poor Perrin is a wreck, but the Yellow Ajah Aes Sedai are healing him. So, Moiraine has contacts among the Yellow Aes Sedai who gave her info here. Hmmm.

26. Egwene shows Moiraine the rings that she took from Valda and tells her that Valda isn’t going to hurt any more Sisters. Oh. Oh, honey. Pretty sure you didn’t kill him. You stabbed him in the shoulder, bb. Love you tho. Egwene tells Moiraine about Perrin’s eyes going golden and Moiraine compares the color to a wolves’ eyes, so Egwene tells her about the wolves attacking the Whitecloaks and Perrin not being afraid about them. Egwene asks if the eyes could mean that Perrin is the Dragon, and Moiraine is basically *shrug emoji*. Moiraine must be so relieved to have Egwene back tbh. Egwene listens to her so much more easily than any of the rest of the Two Rivers’ folk. Also! Loved how green the Yellow Ajah’s healing room is. But it’s another change that... okay, the rest is going in the spoiler reblog.

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