#turns out they were alters😋 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

firemenenthusiast · 2 months

Text

—“till death do us apart”

farleigh start x fem! reader

summary: sometimes even fate can be altered

warnings: angst. read at your own risk. plot twist. grammar of a non native english speaker

a/n: am i in my angst era ? also this is for mon cheri @farleighlover 😋 revenge for writing ‘numbingly obsessed’. this fic idea was like a bazooka shooting into my face i had to write it down

“What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. You'd be the one I was meant to find”

the way the sun was shining brightly outside his window, soft amber glare richoceting off the balcony of his apartment told him that the even the universe was looking down upon them, blessing the entire day.-

it was cloudy, the sky hanging puffs of fluffy white, but not the type of cloudy that makes everyone moody, no. it was just nice, he thought, as he adjusted the gleaming links on his cuffs, black ribboned tux sitting perfectly on his broad shoulders. cocking his head slightly to the side, his tight dark brown curls bouncing out of his face making him shudder in anticipation. or was it nerves ? he couldnt really tell, too many staggering emotions filling into his head, fighting each other for a place behind those eyes. taking a last deep breath, he adjusted himself in the mirror before turning towards the door, pair of leather shoes carrying him away.

it’s been five years since your class graduated from oxford, or should you call it your alma mater now. it was probably the greatest day ever, being finally done with excruciatingly painful days of all nighters, pushing through everything else just to chase after submission dates. as much as you’re glad that it’s all over, the collection of memories with people there wrapping you like a fuzzy blanket. the only thing making oxford the best phase of your life is the people there. your friends, your dormmates, your classmates, felix, oliver, farleigh.

and farleigh.

everything was better because you got farleigh. he was always there for you, supporting you, making you feel like the luckiest person in the world that out of all the girls in oxford that he could easily get with, he chose you. and you chose him. i mean, it wouldn’t really be anything between the two of you if you didn’t give him a chance. as much as you liked him before the start of your relationship, you weren’t gonna let him in that easily. just thinking about how much you made him suffer to win you over made you let out a soft chuckle. you’d throw the bouquet of fresh flowers he’d left on your designated seat in class immediately after seeing them and god, was that humiliating for him. one thing farleigh absolutely couldn’t stand was being humiliated, or rejected. but he pushed through, he refused to give up because he liked you so much. he’s willing to fight through everything if it meant that you’d just give him a chance. he suprised himself with how much he was doing just to make you accept him, cuz he swore he would never be down so bad just for a girl. but for you, all that pride and need to maintain his reputation just got thrown out the window.

you and farleigh, it was like the two of you were made for each other, maybe it was your fault for not seeing that sooner but your relationship with him was everything to you after you gave in and give him a chance. it was like red blood, pumping oxygen to every part of your existence, he was like air to you. farleigh made you happy, made you feel all giddy whenever he’d wait outside of your class for you to finish so the two of you could grab lunch together, he was your yellow, your rock. at times you could feel your heart grow even fonder of him, slowly falling head over heels. his bright pearly smile fuelled your entire being, you catch yourself secretly grinning whenever you’d think of him. he was very charming, though sometimes so annoying and bratty. you didn’t care, if anything he was your annoying brat. whenever the two of you would spend the whole day wrapped in each other’s arms, you’d let out the biggest sigh of contentment after getting back to your dorm. farleigh protected you, shielding you from anything that was gonna hurt you, from physical dangers to the emotional ones when you’d struggle with your mental health. he knew everything about you, he knew the tricks and tweaks of winning over your heart. he was your guardian angel.

you’d also noticed how beautiful of a day it was outside, and you were thanking the universe for granting the both of you a chance for this day to be as beautiful as it could be. it was everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and it was exactly like how you’d imagine and daydreamed about it to be since you were a little girl. from the gorgeous white gown draped down your figure to the personally hand arranged bouquet of flower that you were gonna carry down the aisle. it was perfect, and so is the fact that you were gonna marry the love of your life. you couldn’t be more excited, scared and nervous. everyone had told you that it’s normal to be nervous, it’s probably the biggest moment in your life and you couldn’t risk it being even slightly ruined. everything had to be perfect, and they actually were. getting ready in the dressing room, you paced around to get your mind off things that you were overthinking about. what if you stumbled and ripped your gown ? what if you puked in the middle of the walk because you were too nervous ? in that moment you just wanted to tell your bridesmaid to go get your fiancé. you knew he could calm you down easily, he always did. little did you know that he was also taking deep breaths to cool himself down in another room.

the sleek black tux hugging farleigh nicely around his torso and his bust. the sleeves, perfectly tailored and not a single inch longer than it should be. he looked dashing, handsome even. but when is it that he doesn’t? stepping onto the venue, his chin tilted upwards, feasting his eyes upon the beautifully decorated hall. a small smile crept itself across his lips. it was just like how you always told him how you would like the place to look like when you get married. farleigh had always kept a mental note on the details, from the choice of flowers standing tall along the aisle, to the soft hue of innocent yellow dimly lighting up the whole place. you always had a vision when it comes to your wedding day, and he would listen to you talk about it, nodding away and even adding his own points on how he wanted his wedding to be. he had immaculate taste too, of course. chirping in to give you suggestions after suggestions just to make sure the vision of his and your wedding day was perfect. he didn’t really care, the only vivid thing he could imagine was the image of you standing in front of him, looking as pretty as always, smiling up at him as he vowed to take you as his lawfully wedded wife. it was innocent how the two of you would dream about this day.

guests were starting to fill up the venue, settling themselves down on their designated seats as few of them were seen chatting up with each other, smiles decorating their faces. both your families were moving around efficiently, making sure that everything was in order for the ceremony to move smoothly, while you waited in the dressing room, carefully adjusting and making sure that your make up and hair were put together flawlessly. “you nervous?” you heard venetia speak, as you turn your head towards her, smiling. your eyes trailed along the beautifully sewn hem of your gown. “of course i am, i would be lying if i said im not” letting out a soft sigh, your eyes glanced towards her. “how’s farleigh ?” you asked her, before she took both your hands in hers, firmly grabbing onto the palms as she cocked her head to the side, beaming at you. “he’ll be alright” she responded, shortly. “you ready ?” to which you nodded, offering her a quick smile.

the walk from the dressing room to the hall felt like forever, as steps after steps burned memories into your head, everything felt so surreal yet too real at the same time. as you carefully line your walk in the heels with the tail of your gown making it a sport, you began to notice familiar faces sitting at the back row, already beaming at you with their hands cupped against their chests. you offered them a warm smile, desperately using it to hide the all new emotions you were currently feeling. you were now already standing at the end of the aisle, in the middle of everyone, as all eyes were set on you. you tried your best to flash the prettiest smile, like you had practiced for only like since forever. farleigh’s eyes immediately set themselves on you, his eyebrows dropped as his dark orbs began to gloss, a small breath got caught in his throat as it seemed like he had forgotten how to breathe. he was getting lightheaded with how similar you looked with the vision he had of you being his bride. just when he thought you couldn’t get anymore beautiful, you began to walk down with the white veil over your head, fresh flowers neatly grasped in your hands. you looked pure, breathtakingly beautiful in white. it was almost like the angels had lent you their beauty for that exact moment, for you to wear as you slowly step towards the altar.

your eyes met farleigh’s, a knowing look being exchanged between the two of you. you almost laughed at how touched he looked, he would be caught dead first before this to even show that he had deep emotions for someone but for you, he didn’t care. anything for you. all the nervousness suddenly disappeared as you carefully step onto the elevated platform at the end of your slow walk, joining your fiancé before facing each other, huge smile plastered across your faces. all of that ruckus and chaos before your wedding day has led to this moment, as you take it all in that it was finally happening.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the love of these two as they come together in marriage.” the officiant started right as the two of you were ready. after exchanging rings, he started his vows first, which almost made you cry but happiness flooded through the feeling.

“…I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us.” as you finish your vow, you could feel your feet starting to perform little jumps of excitement. turning your head towards the officiant, he could see that you were already getting impatient. smiling to himself, he looked over to the crowd before saying the magic words

“By the power vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife !” you almost squeak before leaning over to kiss your now husband, gently pressing your lips over his soft ones, your cold fingers cupping his cheeks as a roar of applause filled the hall. the crowd stood up to cheer, bright smiles complimenting the decorations in the hall.

it was exactly like you imagined, except this time it wasn’t farleigh that you were kissing.

as farleigh clapped for the both of you from his seat, he couldn’t help the proud smile pushing itself to form on his lips, as his eyes begin to water. he immediately reached up to wipe them off quickly, yet obvious tint of red could still be seen if one were to examine his face closely. but he wasn’t worried of that happening, because he wasn’t the main subject of today’s ceremony, no. he was just happy to be here, cheering for you and your husband. he would be lying if he didn’t think about how it would be if it was him instead on the altar, kissing you away from all the doubts that he had put you through over the last few years of your relationship. he knew that you and him, the two of you were supposed to be endgame. it was supposed to be him, slipping the ring onto your finger, before kissing over them. he knew all that, yet nothing could win over a fight with his own issues, nothing could beat his own mind in a game called love. he wanted to give up on love long ago but you showed him the bright end of the tunnel, and he will always be grateful for that. for now, he would have to make peace with the fact that you’re no longer his, and he no longer has a place in your heart. it’s not like he doesn’t want all of this, he really does. hell, he had thought about this exact day countless times when you were his, just that he imagined it to be him who will get to say his vows on how he was gonna love you till death do the both of you apart. everything else was pretty much just how he had imagined it to be, especially how beautiful you looked.

the two of you had promised that the relationship had to end with marriage, and that after graduation nothing was gonna change. but promises are meant to broken aren’t they ? he changed, a lot. you did too. farleigh struggled with himself after graduation, with the fact that he didn’t have anything left in the uk, him being done with oxford left him no reason to keep staying with the cattons. he didn’t want to leave, he begged for sir james to keep letting him stay, saying that he would do anything with the best he had, building a career over the estates in saltburn, anything. anything just for him to able to stay here, with you. he was afraid that if he left, everything will be different and he’d lose you. so he worked, really hard. struggling to make his own money to put them into his own little apartment. little did he know, he lost himself in the process, along with what he had with you. warm embraces and chuckles after laughters turned into hurtful arguments. your usual warm spot on his bed turned cold, as your dent on his mattress slowly disappeared. it’s not like you didn’t fight for him, you truly did. but you realised that what the two of you had, was only nice while it lasted. and you struggled to make peace with that, but not as much as he was. you were everything to him, and losing you just meant losing himself.

when you told him that you were getting married, he looked really happy, as he pulled you in a tight hug. it felt safe, and you could feel that he was genuinely happy for you. you’re glad that after all, you were still able to be close with him, only now as friends. he was happy to receive the wedding invitation, having set it up on his empty kitchen table so he wouldn’t miss it for the world. he still loved you, so much as he wouldn’t want to miss watching you on your happiest day, even if it wasn’t because of him. even if it wasn’t with him. seeing you happy was enough for him. knowing that you were happy, he forced himself to accept that fate couldn’t be rewritten. how he wished it is, because then he would get to write your name in his stars again and again, and again. as many times as he could as long as in the end, you’d end up in his arms.

as the getaway car began to roll its wheels, he looked at you flashing the prettiest smile ever, waving at him. he returned the smile, masking in the reasoned melancholy down his chest. the car started to drive away slowly before his smile slowly pressed itself away against his lips. it has now turned to a smile knowing that he once had you, and he would forever cherish that. the crowd began to dissipate, some gradually walking away to leave, some getting back inside to continue their chats, some even talking about how gorgeous of a wedding it was, and that they were happy for you and your husband. farleigh stepped down the stairs to a gravely ground, his leather shoes digging into the coarse pebbles as he leaned back onto the stone post at the end of the stairs, his hand reaching into the pocket of his slacks. noticing someone approaching his spot, he glanced to the person to see felix, his hands tucked into his pockets before he reached out, asking for a stick from farleigh. he lit the cigarette in his fingers before reaching over, cupping his hand over the flame to lit felix’s.

puffing his first drag, farleigh chuckled at felix at the situation. “how you holding up ?” he heard felix ask, his light brown hair flipping over as the soft wind grazed their skin. farleigh tilted his head down, quietly playing with the pebbles with the tip of his shoes with a burning cigarette dancing between his fingers. “i’m gonna be okay” nodding, he assured felix. “that’s good” he chirped back, he knew how bad farleigh was hurting, but he also knew that his cousin would be caught dead first before showing deep emotions to anyone. felix were also sure that the two of you were really gonna end up together. it was only right to him. he wasn’t sure about what happened, but he could feel how bad the pain was violently ripping farleigh apart. he could only pray that it gets easier, as he didn’t want to lose him too.

“i know you loved her mate” felix started

“i still do” farleigh responded, his head hanging low

“-just differently now”

shaking the burned bits of the cigarette from his fingers, ashes falling down onto the ground as they both sat in silence, quietly enjoying the gentle breeze of the wind, blowing away all of farleigh’s hope for you.

taglist: @farleighlover @r4vn @love-me-pls @radioloom @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha @luckystrikerealness @juniperhasfallen @themoonchildwhofell @khxna @fuckshitslover @szapizzapanda

78 notes · View notes

philistiniphagottini · 8 months

Note

- (anon from ygo dm characters)

I've been thinking for some time now, and i think i have come up with a cute sfw drabble thats fitting for the both of us! ˃ ᵕ ˂

i was thinking; gn!reader who travels along with the group and went with them on the blimp for the battle city quarterfinals (where yami marik first surfaced) and developed an unexpected liking towards him at first sight ‼️😋 they keep it a secret tho, because who wouldn't be ashamed for crushing on the bad guy who's trying with all his might to bring misfortune among your friends ╥. ╥

(this is still just a little concept!! im just eager to share since you're probably the best writer for yugioh reader inserts that i have seen yet! remember to take care! <3)

Yooo thanks for coming back and sending in a request. I'm always so happy to write yugioh stuff because I think this fandom deserves so much more. Thanks for sharing your idea, I hope you enjoy this late night plot bunny that suddenly spawned after reading it :)

CW: Yami Marik

You needed to take a walk. A very, very long walk and sort out the mess inside your head. You lost yourself among the labyrinth of winding hallways of the Battle Ship, the stage for the Battle City Quarterfinals. You had been ecstatic when your friends invited you along to watch them compete in a tournament of Duel Monsters and to top it off, you got to watch them duke it out on top of a blimp cruising over Domino city. An all-expenses paid trip from Kaiba Corporation. What more could you possibly ask for? What you thought would be a fun trip with Yugi and the gang quickly turned sour when the blimp departed.

You rounded another corner, leading into an extensive hallway as you continued to wander aimlessly, lost in a sea of thoughts as you tried desperately to find the source of your current predicament. In all honesty, it wasn’t too hard to locate, you were still just rotting in denial. Why? Why him of all people? Why did you take an unexpected liking towards him? You ran a shaky hand through your hair, a frustrated sigh falling from your parted lips as you stared absentmindedly at the floor. You could still recall the first time you laid eyes on him, the memory still fresh in your mind as it spun on repeat over and over like a broken record. You were so ashamed of yourself for falling for the dark side of Marik the moment his alter ego came out to play. He was the bad guy, trying with all his might to bring misfortune to your friends. So why did your stomach feel a little tingly, like the delicate flap of a butterfly's wings when he looked at you? Why was your body drenched in a hot flush when he laughed so wickedly? If you closed your eyes right now, you could already hear the cruelty of it grating against your ears.

Your grip in your hair tightened, nails threatening to start ripping your hair out at the roots as you tried to claw your thoughts out of your head. You couldn’t voice your awful thoughts to anyone, especially not to your friends. They knew something was wrong with you after the gang’s first encounter with Marik’s twisted side. Everyone was a little shaken up but you were taking it pretty hard. No matter how many times Tea asked you how you were holding up, you lied and told her everything was alright. No matter how much she pried you refused to budge, lips tightly sealed in a thin line as you buried this secret so deep there wasn’t a chance anyone could pry it from you. That’s one of the other reasons you were walking along the hallways, hoping that no one would find you.

You had already tried to talk with Kaiba to let you off this hell ride. He laughed in your face and refused your request outright. You already considered jumping ship several times. The thought sounded a little appealing. Running from your problems instead of facing them always sounded appealing. Your mind and body were fighting with each other. Your head told you that it wasn’t right but yet your heart betrayed you by yearning for someone you really shouldn’t be interested in. There were so many red flags your vision was drowned in crimson. Your head was starting to feel dizzy and if you kept pacing up and down these hallways you were eventually going to start scuffing marks along the polished floors. Maybe if you did, Kaiba would be forced to kick you off for daring to put even a speckle of dirt on his fancy, new toy.

You were so lost in your own head, a sea of thoughts threatening to drown you in the dark abyss, that you failed to take notice of your surroundings. You failed to notice the approaching footsteps and you failed to notice when your entire being was enveloped in a dark shadow. You were wrenched back into reality when you felt something snag your wrist, your raging thoughts coming to a screeching halt as you faltered in your stride. You were too slow to react and your world was sent spinning as you were dragged down the nearest dark corridor, away from the harsh light and any prying eyes. Your back flared with pain as you were promptly shoved into the wall, a sharp hiss whistling through your teeth as a loud yelp got caught in your throat. You were forced to swallow your voice as a hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your protests as you struggled in your captor’s grip. Once your eyes adjusted to the dim light, your eyes widened in silent disbelief. The very man you had been trying to avoid was staring directly at you.

His lavender eyes pierced you down to your very core and a cold shiver crept down your spine at his close proximity. You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin as your mind kicked into overdrive, still trying to comprehend what the hell was going on. You were paralysed. Your mind screamed at you to fight, kick, scream and run. Yet your body refused to listen. You were staring directly into the gaping maw of danger, razor sharp teeth bared at your throat and you were oddly docile. Was this what it felt like to be a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car? Just complete docile to your fate?

You felt Marik’s fingers pressing into your skin, sun kissed skin pleasantly warm against your face as he dug his nails into your plump skin.

"Scream and you won’t like the results" Marik warned.

The apathetic stare he gave you was offset by the sinister smirk curling his lips. It was like he was goading you into giving him a reason to want to hurt you. Did he truly need one? Pain flared in your wrist as his nails pressed intimately close into your flesh, goosebumps prickling your skin as you felt your sins crawling over your back. You didn’t know whether you were liking his sudden fixation on you or loathing it. You were filled with conflicted feelings, trepidation and elation taking turns with your weary body. You felt dizzy again and the faint metallic scent clinging to Marik’s clothes made you feel nausea. You were going to be sick. Or pass out. You didn’t know which feeling was going to win in the end.

Marik’s face hovered closer to yours and you could feel every hair on the nape of your neck standing up. Your palms felt sweaty and his proximity was not doing any good to your poor heart, your pulse hammering in your ears like the loud beat of a drum as you questioned why he was here. What did this mad man want from you? He was in no rush to answer that question, your voice still cut off by the palm of his hand as his fingernails scraped across your jaw. He tipped your head, your body not putting up much resistance as you bent to his will with such ease that the sight would be considered laughable. And you could tell by the smirk still present on his lips that Marik noticed the peculiar behaviour too.

"Oddly placate, little lamb" he commented, mirth tinting his voice as it dripped from his mouth like a slow acting poison.

You despised the way you shivered in response yet you did nothing to stop his advances as he tipped your head, tilting it in a different direction every few seconds as he examined you. You felt like a bug being scrutinized under a microscope as he continued to examine you, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed in concentration. It looked like he was searching for something. For what, you hadn’t the foggiest. But if he just told you what he wanted, then this encounter would be over much quicker. Your knees were beginning to wobble and you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to hold out. Dizzy, you felt so dizzy. Your vision wavered slightly as your attention flicked back to Marik, a sound akin to a thoughtful hum stirring in the back of his throat as he seemed to reach a conclusion. A conclusion you prayed you would like. Or at least come out with every limb intact.

"I’ve decided" he announced.

You raised a questioning eyebrow in response. Decided what? Care to share with the class? Unfortunately, your untimely wit was swallowed as the hand covering your mouth clamped around your face harder, making your jaw ache when you tried to dislodge your words from the back of your throat. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes from his harsh grip and it was obvious your pain only brought him further amusement. You weakly grabbed his wrist, nails scratching at his skin as you tried to catch his attention. He refused to budge. You weren’t allowed to get a word in. Marik’s face pressed closer, your panic-stricken face twisting with even more alarm as the tip of his nose brushed along yours, your vision obscured from everything else around you until only he remained. Your discomfort only added fuel to the fire and Marik found himself rather enjoying the reactions he was pulling from you.

"You’re coming with me, and you’re going to fix the turmoil you have stirred-" his voice trailed off as his hand reached for his chest, fingers clutching onto the front of his shirt like he was in pain. "In here" he concluded.

You didn’t know how to react to those words as they slowly burrowed their way under your skin. You felt dizzy.

Dizzy.

#my writing #request #yugioh #yugioh dm #yugioh x reader #yami marik x reader #gn!reader #yami marik #x reader

73 notes · View notes

coloradosnumber1dad · 5 months

Text

On the Come Up Part 2 | Trevor Philips x reader

Part 1

@bitter-rabittt tysm for liking it 🙏🙏 I added the ending just for you 😋 sry it took a minute I’ve been super out of it lately

Warnings: Angst, smut, drinking/drug use, reader is afab but not referred to in any specific way

It was 3 weeks since shit hit the fan with Trevor. 3 weeks starved of his touch. He hurt you. He promised he would quit. You knew he wouldn’t. Obviously not. He’s an addict. But you found yourself, lately, waking up in the middle of the night, reaching out for him. And he isn’t there.

“Trev?” You startled yourself awake with a sound coming from outside. You looked around the room, rubbing your eyes and hoping the little spots in your vision would turn into his silhouette. Your hand chopped through the air, nothing. You wrapped your hands around your cold body, shuffling around in bed to find the robe you discarded somewhere before you fell asleep. Standing up, you slipped it over your shoulders, making your way out into the living room. You hated the sound of your feet shuffling around on your own. You were so used to the constant company of Trevor, following you around like a lost puppy.

You looked at the clock on the wall, dimly lit from the moonlight, 2:49.

Fuck.

Your hand hovered over your phone. I need him. No. Not after everything you worked so hard for.

Your hand hovered over your phone. One text can’t be that bad, right?

No. No way.

You stalked over to the kitchen and poured yourself a drink.

Sip, maybe.

Sip, What’s the worst that could happen?

Gone, I wonder what he’s up to?

You poured yourself another glass and settled into the couch, picking up the book you’ve been reading, trying to pull yourself away from the thoughts of him. His touch, the way he held you together. How his scarred hands perfectly cupped your curves, his hands traveling all over your body on a cross country trip, not stopping until every inch of you was warm.

The drinks lulled you into an altered state of consciousness. You weren’t a good person when you drank.

“Trevor,” you whispered out into the darkness, smelling the alcohol on your breath waft back into your face. You picked up your phone, the screen lighting up your face in the darkness of the room.

One call wouldn’t hurt.

The phone trilled

Silence

Again

Silence

“Y/N?” His voice was gruff and uncomfortable to listen to

“I need you,” you exhaled, you wished you didn’t want him. You wished that he couldn’t make everything better. You wished you could leave him behind

“Fuck,” You could hear rustling on the other end of the line and then his door slamming.

Then he hung up.

You anxiously waited for what was going to happen when he showed up. Was there going to be a gun to your head? Were you going to make up? Was he going to tell you how much better his life was without you in it? You paced around in the dark, you couldn’t look at yourself. Your hands shook until you heard his truck drive into the car park.

The door slammed. You could hear his heavy footsteps.

You walked up and opened the door as he was coming up the porch steps “Trev,” you breathed out.

He didn’t even answer before he was through the door and pushing you up against the nearest wall. His hands roamed your body, touching every inch of you. He found himself back in between your thighs, where hit fit almost perfectly.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathed out, alcohol laced your breath “I’ve missed the way you touch me, the way you make me feel.”

He only grunted in response as his rough scarred hands found your boobs underneath your shirt.

“God I’ve missed these tits.” Was all he managed to say as he continued to grope you. Most women would think of that as inconsiderate or unloving, hearing it from Trevor made you realize how much he cared about you. How much he missed you.

Maybe he was just horny.

“Mm, need you, Trev” You bucked your hips against him, desperate for any sort of friction

“So fucking ready for me huh?” He hooked his fingers around your underwear and pulled them down. He wiped his fingers up and down your slit, making you shudder in pleasure “So wet for me”

“Only for you, I waited for you” you had. You never so much as looked at another man, you knew the conflict wouldn’t last long. You had touched yourself, late at night, all alone. But you just couldn’t get off without him there, guiding you, watching you.

Without warning he shoved two fingers deep inside you, pumping in and out, hitting that perfect spongy spot deep inside your cunt. He lifted your thigh up around his waist. This gave him better access to finger fuck you deeper.

“Ohh,” you gasped out, clenching around his digits desperately. You were a goner. “So close Trev, oh god”

“Fuckin’ ohh fuckin missed you baby. Missed this pussy. Always so good for me.” He kept grunting as he fingered you, humping his clothed erection on your thigh.

You moaned louder as you felt yourself near the edge, you were so close, just one more push and you’d be there.

But he stopped.

He pulled his fingers out of you as you whined at the loss of contact. “So needy huh? Calm your tits baby, I’m gonna fuck you real good don’t worry.”

He pulled down his pants slightly and pulled himself out of his boxers. You bit your lips to hold back moans as he stroked himself in front of you. His dick twitched in his hand and precum leaked from the tip.

“Please, Trev, I need you so bad,” He groaned in response as he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself into you in one swift motion. The stretch made tears prick the corners of your eyes as he thrusted into you as hard as he could.

“I fucking hate you for what you put me through.” He said through gritted teeth as he fucked you harder, making the pictures on your wall shake. His words surprised you. Hadn’t he just been over the moon a second ago?

“You think I-“ you moaned as he hit a spot that made you see stars. A spot only he could reach “You think I don’t know that? You are a drunken piece of shit, Trevor Philips. I hate your guts as much as the fuckers in los santos that want you killed.” You collapsed into his chest, he smelled like smoke and sweat

“I fucking, I gave you everything I had” He slammed his hips into yours, causing your knees to give out a little

“So did I. I gave my whole fucking life for you.” He quickened his pace as he neared his release

“What did you ever give?” He peered down at you, though his eyes darted away from yours every time you tried to make eye contact

“I-I gave up a decent life, a decent job, to live with you. An alcoholic, fucked up addict who can’t seem to understand other people have feelings too“ You clenched around him as your orgasm hit you like a bus. You both didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He kept thrusting into you, the only sound echoing in the house was your panting and skin hitting skin

He broke the silence “I fucking hate you. I hate you.”

“Fuck, then why don’t you fucking go, go back to your shitty trailer, and your drugs, and your goons.”

You didn’t even bother to pick up your underwear as you made your way to the bedroom, laying down in bed. You squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to keep your crying at bay.

After a few minutes you heard familiar limping footsteps nearing closer. You didn’t say a word as Trevor crawled into bed next to you. You slung your arm over his waist as he curled up into fetal position in the bed you used to share.

He held your hand close to his heart, feeling the steady beat as you both laid there in silence. You both knew each other’s eyes were open and alert. You both felt the tension hang in the air around you, your bodies smelling of sex and regret.

“Fucking hate you, I hate that I want you back” he mumbled into your pillow

You hugged him closer and leaned down to press kisses into his back

“Me too, me too”

#trevor philips x reader #trevor philips #gta 5 #coloradosnumber1dad #gta v #trevor philips gta

44 notes · View notes

richaunt · 18 days

Text

the Keys to your dream life PT 1

Always wondered how to achieve everything? Don't worry, I'm here to tell you how.

✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶

1. You've got the power

I know you heard that a gazillion times and you're gonna hear it again but you need to realise that you're the operant power of your reality. And that goes in both good and bad ways (eg: At one of my past job, I would always thought that I do a shitty job and turns out I would always make mistake either small ones or really big ones that nearly made me lose the job.) That's an exemple of a shiXXy assumption and belief, don't reproduce my dumb ass mistake please. But if you constantly assume negative things, negative things will constantly happen, on top of that it's not only the world around you that change according to your belief but it also take a toll on YOU and who you are (taking back my above exemple I would assume I was bad at the job and stupid, so I would always be stressed and mad at myself which reduced my focus, made me want to finish the work faster and also badly and I was actually looking dumb because I would make dumb mistake because of my lack of focus) all of that altered my own view of myself, which in turn made me underperform at work, I'm not stupid and I was totally able to do the work but my perfectionism and assumption of not being enough got the best of me. If I had been reasonable at that time, instead of drowning in despair, I'd have actually turn around my view and things would changed. So enough with my life stories, you need to truly understand that you create your life everything you believe in turns true, the simplest example I have of it is do you believe in ghost? If yes you probably have experienced some paranormal things if no then you have not, so in your reality they may exist or not, up to you to decide. So do you believe that you can get your dream life? If yes then you're experiencing it NOW if no then obviously you won't. Be unshakeable in that belief. Don't let other people, past circumstances (past can be reviewed too so f the past Babe). So as the first "rule" (there's no rules in manifestation Babe you deserve you're dream no matter what" ) is to believe in yourself, in your power, you are fully capable and deserving of having your dreams , genuinely why would other people be worth it and not you? You are lucky and worthy too. Never believe you don't have full control and responsibility of everything because you have it. Now if you feel you don't have control, feel lost or even undeserving, let's go to the other point.

2. Know yourself, love yourself

I think one of the biggest mistake I made is let people decide for me, assume for me. All my belief were build by people around me, I only relied on people view of me or the world, and If those were negatives then mine would be too. For a great half of my life I let people decide for me, I went into some studies because my friend wanted too, she decided we should make a YouTube account and post videos and you know what I agreed and I even paid the camera + lights and other accessories for it and for what? Have her attack me because I didn't have enough money to go on a random trip with her even though I tried to explain that I was in a very bad place at the moment, I got sh×xted on the back of my neck just like that even thought I tried everything to be around that friend and accomplish our plans just to get insulted and ditched, fool I was . Anyways back on track, if you let people control you, you're going to end up in alone and sad, being a people pleaser is one of the greatest illness and most of us are sick. Also when you are a people pleaser, you just lose yourself in others, and if you are controlled by your parents then you probably don't even know who you are. And that is the one of the worst thing someone could experience ( my a$$ obviously has experienced it 😋) not knowing yourself feels like you're constantly detached from life, you don't know what you should do next and you always try to ask other for advice, always putting the answers of your future to people and other thing (Avid Tarot reading people I SEE and FEEL you) because yes searching constantly from answer by other ways than directly asking people is still searching for direction because YOU are not connected to YOU, now I'm not saying you're completely detached from yourself, the problem is you gave too much importance to others instead of you, you put people above you, you forget that the only one who has the answer you so desperately seeking for is YOU and only you (there is nothing outside of you so why would their "advice" matter).

Now I want you to sit your a$$ down for 6 seconds, grab a cute notebook or paper and a pen, write: Who are you?What is your personality like at YOUR CORE (how you want to be which truly is who you are at your core, life and others have just made you diminish your life but since you are in fact shining who are you? ) What do you like? What have you liked as a kid? What bring you joy? And peace? If you're not sure what you like (I know that feeling of not even knowing your passion) what would you like to try? Why? What do you want to manifest( explain in details the what and why)? If the world was stripped down of all these expectations and restrictions what would you wish for the most? That's the first easy part remember to answer without thinking about what others have told you, answer with your heart, your intuition, with YOU.

Now take another paper or page and it needs to be separated from the other questions and then answer them:Why do you think you're not enough? What have happened to make you feel like that? Why do you need validations from others? What have happened? Don't you think you're the only one who can give you all the validations you need? (ONLY VALID ANSWERS TO THAT ONE IS YES)Why do you feel the need to hide behind a mask? Diminish your authentic self? We're you once shamed for being you? If yes then it's probably because they themselves cannot be their authentic selves so therefore they bleed their jealousy and pain onto you. Do that with all the things that seems to pull you backward instead of forward. Now last questions: Why do you think you can't manifest? Now take a deep breath, write at the end of those questions, fully believe in it, say it out loud even if it helps " I let go of this, it's part of my old story so it does not belong in my present, all that has held me back is now gone, I am now forever lucky and blessed" then flush that paper down the toilet or burn it because all that bs isn't you, has never be you and will never be, you're free, you're powerful never let anyone or anything tell you otherwise. You're past pains are valids, you're traumas are valid but they don't define who you are and they shouldn't control you. You are you, you are not what the outside has told you, you are not the circumstances that happened to you, it has happened and it has hurt and changed you. You have learned from it, you have grown from it, you are stronger than it, now let that burden go and be you.Now that you know who you are, what you want (if you're not sure still it's fine go slow, time does not exist) Learn to love yourself, truly your qualities and FLAWS, all the uglies and beauty about you, ALL of you deserve love from You, I'm pretty sure I've heard someone say " Love even you're darkest/meanest part because they tell you were you pain and lack of love are" don't be mad at yourself for being angry, your body tells you that something someone told or do has hurted you so obviously your body and brain signals you to defend yourself, its to protect you, also what has triggered you? That's also a great way to know yourself again, see were you pain and anger lies and you will discover thing about you. You should love that about you, how you body shows you thing about you, keep you healthy, support you, isn't it amazing? Isn't you're body amazing?( ONLY VALID ANSWER iS YES) Love your body, it's gorgeous on top of keeping you alive. Love your soul, your emotions, your intuitions, its all part of you, so therefore it's all amazing, I don't care that you don't like the way you look it's bs if beauty standard didn't exist you would see yourself as gorgeous because that's what you are, love yourself because you are beautiful already. Love yourself because I know you're kind and compassionate and the only thing you want now it's to finally get the life you deserve, and you deserve it. Work on that self love, if you want too of course it has helped me, maybe it could help you too.

See you next part, lil one 🩷

#loassumption #loa tumblr #loa #law of assumption #manifesting #manifesation #manifestation tips #manifestation blog #self concept #manifestation advice #affirmations #affirm and persist #affirmdaily #spirituality #master manifestor #master manifestation #desired reality

17 notes · View notes

thxqutee · 3 months

Text

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

𝘼/𝙉 : First fic WHOOPWHOOP plz be nice! 😋

First smidge of dialogue is from the actual game, but the rest is from yours truly!!

Story MAINLY starts after Max makes her decision..

Very slow burn.. 😔

I’ll be as active with chapters as I can!!

Fic is on ao3!!

𝘾𝙃 1 : 𝙋𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙕𝙀𝘿

Overlooking the cliff on Arcadia Bay, Max and Chloe were witnessing the apocalyptic storm raging around them with terrifying intensity. Dark clouds churned overhead, lightning split the sky, and the wind howled, threatening to tear everything apart. Waves crashed violently against the rocks below, while debris flew through the air like deadly projectiles. The air was thick and almost humid with the smell of rain and burnt electricity, as the ground trembled beneath their feet with each thunderous boom.

Chloe's blue hair whipped wildly around her face, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and disturbance. Her usually defiant posture was tempered by uncertainty, her gaze locked on Max. Max, her expression solemn and determined yet fraught with the weight of her powers. Her eyes glowed with a faint blue light as she struggled to comprehend the chaos around them, scanning for any sign of a way to end the cataclysm.

Max’s eyebrows pinched together in worry and grievance as she took in the destruction that was caused due to her manipulation and abuse of her own power. She looked at the tornado angrily

“This is my storm. I caused this… I caused all of this” Max cried out “I changed fate and destiny so much that… I actually did alter the course of everything. And all I really created was death and destruction!” She took a few steps forward, observing the hurricane as raindrops splashed on her face and her soaked, messy hair. Chloe turned Max around.

“Fuck all of that, okay? You were given a power. You didn’t ask for it… and you saved me! Which had to happen, all of this did… except for what happened to Rachel.” Chloe aggressively assured Max “But without your power, we wouldn’t have found her! Okay so you’re not the goddamn Time Master, but you’re Maxine Caufield. And you’re amazing.” Both locked eye contact and were silent for a brief moment until Max had looked off into the horizon of the storm. “Max, this is the only way.” Chloe handed Max the photograph of a Morpho butterfly on a bucket, shortly before Nathan threatened Chloe with a gun in the girl’s bathroom.

“I-I feel like I took this shot a thousand years ago.” She locked her eyes on picture.

“You…you could use that photo to change everything right back to to when you took the picture” Chloe’s voice cracked “All that would take is for me to.. to..” She began to sob into her hands.

“Fuck that!“ Max quickly cut her off “No…no way! You are my number one priority now. You are all that matters to me” She comforted. Chloe removed her hands from her face revealing her glossed face and red tinted eyes.

“I know. You proved that over and over again. Even though I don’t deserve it.” Chloe bawled “I’m so selfish…not like my mom. Look what she had to give up and live through. And she did. She deserves so much more than to be killed by a storm in a fucking diner!” She shouted “Even my s- my step…father deserves her alive. There’s so many people in Arcadia Bay who should live. Way more than me.”

“Don’t say that! I won’t trade you!” Max persisted

“You’re not trading me. Maybe you’ve just been delaying my real destiny” Chloe argued “Look at how many times I’ve almost died or actually died around you. Look what’s happened in Arcadia Bay ever since you first saved me. I know I’ve been selfish, but for once I think I should accept my fate… our fate…” She put her hand on her shoulder. Max shook her head in denial.

“Chloe…” She wept

“Max, you finally came back this week and, you did nothing but show me your love and friendship. You made me smile… and laugh, like I have done in years” Chloe sense that Max was staring at her quite somberly, as if she was starting to sense the outcome “Wherever I end up after this… in whatever reality all those moments between us were real, and they’ll always be ours. No matter what you choose, I know you’ll make the right descision.” She exclaimed.

“Chloe, I can’t make this choice!” Max wailed. Chloe rested both of her hands on Max’s and stared at her determination.

“No Max,” The tone of Chloe’s voiced quickly softened “You’re the only one who can”. As tear on Chloe’s waterline sunk back into her eye, a new one formed on Max’s. She stayed silent as Chloe awaited on her decision. “Max…It’s time.” She lowered her hands and backed away.

“Chloe…I’m so, so sorry… I…” She apologized “I don’t wanna do this!” Chloe wrapped her arms around Max’s neck

“I know, Max. But we have to. We have to save everybody okay?” Chloe released the hug “And you’ll make those fuckers pay for what they did to Rachel. Being together this week… it was the best farewell gift I could have hoped for. You’re my hero Max.”

“Oh Chloe…I’m gonna miss you so much” They went in for another hug in the midst of chaos as pieces from buildings swirled around them. Chloe let go of Max.

“I’ll always love you. Now get out of here, please! Do it before I freak.” Chloe laughed at the end of her cry “And Max Caufield? Don’t you forget about me.”

“Never.” Max shook her head. She pulled the photograph out from her left hand, and focused on the image. Everything blurred into a haze, then went blank. Suddenly, Max found herself transported back to the moment she had taken that photograph. A click of the camera produced an instant photo from it. Max let go of the photo, watching it drift onto the cold tile floor. She peeked over the bathroom stall, awaiting to see Nathan’s break in. The door swung open violently, prompting Max to swiftly turn and press herself against the wall, out of sight. Nathan began frantically muttering to himself in the mirror, only for Chloe to confront him, leading to an argument between them. Max leaned herself up against the wall slowly sliding down, allowing the situation to play out. She knew what to expect next when she heard Chloe order him to put his gun away. The gunshot made Max flinch, sending a ring through her ears. Blood from Chloe’s wound quickly spurted out as Nathan desperately tried to wake her lifeless body up.

David Madsen barged in with an armed gun, his body almost going limp once he saw Chloe on the floor. He looked up to see Nathan with his arms up, begging for mercy.

“Son of a…” David dropped his weapon and lunged himself onto him. Nathan braced himself to soften the impact. David put him in handcuffs promptly, only to see Max sniveling in the corner of the bathroom. His eyes softened with sympathy as he pulled a walkie-talkie from his belt “Principal Wells…” he sucked in his tears “Come to the bathroom. A..And bring some officials. Please.” There was a faint echo from the beep of his device. Max felt as if it was safer to cry as much as she wanted. There was no one to hurt her. Not Nathan, and definitely not Mr. Jefferson. David stood up next to Nathan. “We’re um…we’re gonna let the real cops handle this.” He huffed, nudging Nathan with his foot “And the paramedics, they’ll take care of Chloe”. He wiped his eyes, doing his best to keep his composure in front of Max. “C’mon kiddo, follow me.” He assisted Max to her feet while she used her jacket sleeve to wipe away the tears from her face.

David shielded her as they exited the bathroom. Authorities and students crowded the area, their murmurs and chatter filling the air from all directions. He took them to a more open area, with only a few questionnaires continuing to follow them.

“Max? Hey! Max!” Max recognized that voice. She looked over her shoulder to see Warren’s head poking through at what had seemed to be her peers.

“Warren!?” She weakly called out, still latched on to David

“MAAAAX! HEY! I’m right here!” Warren started hopping up and down making himself visible

“Warren…” Max smiled broadly. Warren squeezed himself through the narrow crowd of students. Max and David both fully turned around together as Warren finally made his way through the maze of students. Max let go of David. “Oh my god..” She clung herself tightly around his torso. Warren then wrapped his left arm around her neck leaving his right hand to hold her head. Warren pulled away with both hands being on Max’s shoulders.

“Max, what happened? Are you okay?” Warren asked worriedly. Max studied Warren's features as they locked eyes. It had then it her that this was the boy she had kissed during chaos. He was the one who had assisted her with science tasks and stood by her side, yet he had no memory of any of those moments. This only made her more upset.

“Oh, Warren!” She blubbered. She buried her head into his shoulder and cried loudly. David awkwardly backed away and cleared his throat.

“Warren, correct?” He raised his eyebrow. Warren nodded patting Max’s back as she cried. “Okay, well uh, I think I’ll let you two go now.” He assertively tipped his hat. Warren gave him a thumbs up and watched him walk away. Warren and Max slowly broke away to see the commotion. Police sirens could be heard coming directly from the entrance of the school. Two police officers were escorting Mr. Jefferson down the stairs. Max found relief in seeing him taken into custody as soon as they could. They turned back to one another.

“You have some serious catching up to do” Warren chuckled softly. Max smiled, resting herself on him.

“I know, Warren.”

#life is strange #life is strange game #after the storm #life is strange fanfiction #max caulfield #warren graham #fanfic #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #grahamfield #lis #double eclipse #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #max and warren

11 notes · View notes

xxcherrycherixx · 6 days

Text

Hi im throwing this monstrosity into the hybrid experiment au ring.

Shes my little rotting frankenstein monster who has been haunting my nightmares for weeks 😋

Lore: after the discovery of the nublar six genetic hybrid experiments, a few shady labs start trying to copy the experiment. Unfortunatly without any information on how they were actually done, the scientists turn to trying many different ways of creating their own human/dino hybrids. Most experiments lead to death of the subject, but there is one who somehow survives. Experiment ______ was originally training to become a dinosaur handler. Instead she was kidnapped by her employers and used as an unwilling test subject.

As the scientists had no way of finding out how the nublar six hybrids were created, they turned to the most logical option- limb replacement surgery. The nublar six had signs of being surgically attached to the dinosaur bodies, but what the shady scientist didnt know was that the kids dna had also been altered so they would accept their new bodies easier.

The scientists collected a body of a freshly deceased atrociraptor ( red) and as its body was an ideal size and still fresh, it was chosen as the perfect candidate for the experiment. Experiment ______ was put under and had their lower half removed, their body was then sewn onto the already prepared lower half of the deceased atrociraptor. While still under, the scientist started connecting the nerves of the two halves, making it so the subject should be able to use the lower body of the dinosaur as if it was their own. The experiment proves unexpectedly successful.

Experiment____ remains locked and chained in the labratory, monitored 24/7 for any signs of failiure. Unfortunatly the scientist discover that the subjects human body is infact rotting. The muscle and flesh hadnt healed together as hoped for, instead the human half has rejected the raptor half and the flesh has started to rot. The experiment will be a failiure, its unlikely the subject will live any longer than a few months or even weeks. Seeing this, the scientists decide to use the subject as a guineapig for other experiements. The first is an attempt to make the subject able to communicate with fellow raptors, the subjects vocal chords were removed and replaced with the vocal chords of a deceased velociraptor, the removed flesh of the subjects neck is replaced with skin from the neck of a velociraptor (velociraptor parts are much easier to obtain, so any more experiments use those). This experiment proves to be a failure, instead the subject is made completely mute from the surgery.

The subject had also been awake for this one, chained to a table and given merely some pain relivers as the scientist deemed anestetic too much money and work to waste on an experiment thats already failed. After the experiment, the subject shows a clear desire to attack its imprisioners, stronger restraints are added and electric batons are now used when 'nescessary'

The next surgery is a simple limb replament. One of the legs of the atrociraptor has been infected and rotting without anyone knowing, it is simply removed and replaced with the leg of another deceased velociraptor. This experiment seems to be a success, the limb is accepted by the atriciraptor half easily.

The next experiments happen right after eachother, experiment ______ 's hand is removed and replaced with the claws of a velociraptor. The scientist can already guess that it will rot, but they wish to test if the subject will be able to control it fully. They also want to test if they can give the subject the vision of a raptor, the subject is kept awake again and their eyeball is removed with a small hook (think like a crotchet hook but more sharp) then the eyeball of a juvenile raptor is attached by the nerves. (Juvenile so it fits in the socket)

The hand experiment succeeds partially while the eye experiment fails, thankfully it doesnt cause any rotting but the subject is unable to use the implanted eye, leaving them blind in that eye.

The claw meanwhile is able to be used by the subject as hoped for, unfortunatly it rots off a week later. The arm continues to quickly rot and the scientists have to keep amputating it shorter.

The scientist had more plans, but a fault in the restraints of the subject brings those plans to a halt. Experiment _____ breaks loose and goes on a killing spree, using their sharp foot claws to murder. Experiment _____ proceeds to tear the bodies apart gruesomly, even eating certain parts to fulfill their hunger from the forced starvation they have endured. Once they seem to have hunted and killed all the humans in the vicinity, they move on, leaving into the forest that surrounds and hides the lab.

From then on the experiment roams freely, hunting and eating anything she can find.

untill she gets captured once more.

Extra shitty doodles- except one is censored because holy fuck its just straight up horror shit

#minors dni #I NEED TO REPEAT- MINORS DNI #jwct the handler #my art #i hope any of this makes sense- it doesnt to me tbh 💀#thats what i get for writing this at 1:30 am with no sleep

5 notes · View notes

kissofbelladonna · 3 years

Text

as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

Fandom: The Witcher (Netflix)

Relationships: Jaskier & Renfri, Geraskier, Renfri/Triss

Summary: A prince is born during an eclipse and no one ganders a second thought. His life would remain the same as it would if he were born on any other day. Three years later, his sister is born during another eclipse and because she is a girl and because a prophecy existed detailing the horror that girls born on an eclipse would bring, her life would never remain the same as it would if she were born on any other day.

Many would say that these two events do not matter. They'd say the princess will be shunned and hated for something she can not control and thus will become something other, something like a monster. Yet, they forget that before all of this, before royalty and people's opinions and attitudes, there is a brother who looks at his sister, who entered the world the same way he had, like she is his entire world.

The Curse of the Black Sun is only meant to affect girls born beneath it but a brother's love for his sister changes that. He was not meant for the power it would give the girls so it came in another form.

Love can alter destiny and as it goes, the bond between siblings goes beyond even death.

(Or: Jaskier and Renfri are siblings.)

Word Count: 7,646

Comments: hi witcher fandom, i finished the first chapter of the blurb i posted about 😋 im absolutely bonkers for this one, i'll be the first to admit it but stay with me. i read to grow in adversity and loved it which then inspired me to write this because i needed one where renfri was the younger one and how that would affect their dynamic. i had so much fun with this! this is my first time writing for this fic but expect more! never expect a chapter this long from me again though! i hope you enjoy!

read on ao3

A prince is born during an eclipse and no one ganders a second thought. His life would remain the same as it would if he were born on any other day.

Three years later, a princess, the prince's younger sister, is born during another eclipse and because she is a girl and because a prophecy existed detailing the horror that girls born on an eclipse would bring, her life would never remain the same as it would if she were born on any other day.

Many would say that these two events do not matter for a prince who cares only for himself and then only his people when he is crowned king. They'd say the princess will be shunned and hated for something she can not control and thus will become something other, something like a monster.

Yet, they forget that before all of this, before royalty and people's opinions and attitudes, there is a brother who looks at his sister, who entered the world the same way he had, like she is his entire world.

A bond like that is hard to shake off, even harder to break, when it only deepens as the years go by.

Love can alter destiny and as it goes, the bond between siblings goes beyond even death.

The prince is born under an eclipse but most won't remember that and will say that he comes out singing as he will continue to do for the rest of his life.

Obviously, that's not true but he comes into this world screaming, wailing loudly and the queen can only let out a sigh of relief.

Her child isn't a girl. The Curse of the Black Moon has no hold on him.

She holds her son in her arms and discards every name she had in mind before because looking at him now, he is Julian.

Prince Julian of Creyden.

She is no soothsayer but looking at him, she can tell he will be kind and kind people are often young at heart. Most people will call it naivety but it's not that.

As Julian grows, her choice turns out to be the right one, he is soft and young in the best of ways.

He is like a songbird, singing whenever he can, it comes naturally to him, rhymes and poetry. She suspects if she hands him an instrument, he'll be good at it too.

He'll be great, she's sure of it.

It's when he's nearing his third year that she discovers she's pregnant once again and she can not be more thankful. She hopes it'll be a girl so she can have a full set.

She tells Julian and he lights up because he's always wanted a sibling, no care for whether they will be a sister or brother, just that he will get to be an older brother.

Time passes and it's suddenly time for her to give birth. Just like Julian's birth, an eclipse is near and she prays it's not a girl.

Labor is rough on her and she knows this will be the end.

Her child leaves her during the height of the eclipse and unlike Julian, this child doesn't scream and she knows. The queen knows that she has given birth to a daughter.

The child is handed to her, breathing perfectly and not crying, and finds them to be a girl.

The Curse of the Black Sun had narrowly escaped her last child but it had claimed her youngest. She will need to be strong. She needs a strong name.

The queen has the perfect name in mind.

Princess Renfri of Creyden.

Her daughter is beautiful but beauty will not help her future, only strength will.

Renfri will grow into her name just as Julian had. She's already halfway there.

She kisses her daughter on her brow and pours all the love she can into it. Gods only know she will need it.

She can feel the life slipping out of her and she prays that they won't blame Renfri for her death. She doesn't need her death staining her when she's barely been alive for but an hour.

She calls her husband and her son and tells exactly this to her husband to which he solemnly agrees. She kisses her husband one last time and turns to Julian. He's crying and she kisses his tears away.

"My son, my Julian, do not be sad and cry. It's okay, my son. It will all be okay. I want you to do something for me. I need you to protect your sister, Renfri. Can you love her for me?" His eyes widen and he nods and says yes.

"Won't you sing for me, my songbird?"

He sings the lullaby she sings for him and she closes her eyes, humming along to it. The pain subsides the longer he sings and she opens her eyes slowly to look at her son. He is-

Well, perhaps the curse is not so much a curse but whatever it is has claimed both of her children.

His voice is wobbly again once he nears the end and although she feels no pain, her time is here.

"Remember what I said, buttercup. I love you so much."

She gives one last smile aimed towards her children and then she breathes her last breath.

Renfri screams.

Beautiful , Creyden calls their new princess.

The King of Creyden is in mourning for three years and never reveals that his daughter was born under the Black Sun before he marries again.

The Queen of Creyden is nothing like the last.

Gossip is a kingdom's fuel and the castle staff abides by what the queen wants, the queen gets and she finds out the secret.

A week later and the truth about Renfri's birth is spread across the kingdom and a maid is beheaded for spilling the truth and being the reason everyone now knows about the Princess of Creyden.

The Queen of Creyden simply watches from her throne.

Julian never forgets what his mother tells him, despite his young age.

Julian loves his sister more than anything in the world, there is very little he wouldn't do for her. When he hears the whispers that surround her and the curse she holds, he knows what will happen. He has no lost love for his stepmother for he sees the cruelness and selfish motivations behind her every decision. He knows it was her that began these rumors. His sister may have been born under the Black Sun but so was he and the only thing that differentiates them is their gender.

Renfri is so small yet she feels bigger than she actually is. She is loud and tough and wants to be a knight more than she wants to be a princess. She dislikes dresses, lessons, and court. Of course, that is what makes up most of her days. That is, when she isn't spying on his own lessons and spars. He always catches her and throws a wink her way and gives her the secret smile they share with only one another.

Julian decides that she must be able to protect herself when he is not there so he takes her aside one day and puts a wooden training sword in her hands and watches as something lights in her eyes as she wields it like she's a natural.

He teaches her in secret and watches as she grows better and better at wielding her wooden sword. She will be better than him, of that he is certain. He is not bitter nor jealous, just proud .

His sister has found something for herself that she is good at and enjoys, just like he has found that music and words is his calling, sword-wielding and fighting is her own.

Here , Renfri is most beautiful, with a sword in hand and a smile on her face as she challenges him.

He has a few more years before Renfri catches up to his prowess, maybe less with the way she's progressing. He can't wait for that day.

Julian decides that just as he had given Renfri her first wooden sword, he will also be the one to give her her first metal sword.

The King and Queen of Creyden find out eventually because there is no such thing as a secret with royalty; gossip is a kingdom's fuel. The king is joyous because both of his children are prodigies in their own chosen paths. The queen... not so much. When she discovers that the princess is not only capable of wielding a sword but is more than proficient with it, it looks like she's been struck.

The rumors only get worse.

The first time she leaves, Julian doesn't know and creates a panic in the castle until the queen comes down and explains that a mage named Stregobor came to them to find whoever had the well of magic he felt and declared it to be Renfri. He asked for permission to take her once a month for a week to teach her magic and that the King and Queen of Creyden agreed because a mage as a princess was a wonderful opportunity.

Except, Julian is not stupid.

Stregobor is a mage, yes, but the reason as to why the queen agreed was not the one she declared. There is a motive behind her actions but until he knows more, he can't be certain of what.

He doesn't have to wait long because once his sister returns, he knows why.

Renfri returns with a dazed look on her face, eyes glazed over, and recognition barely flashing in her eyes before she falls into his welcoming arms.

"I'm home, Julian."

"Welcome home, buttercup."

There's blood underneath her fingernails, red splotches on the bottom of her clothing, and perhaps what's most damning is the horrible smell of the concoction he's been taught to make someone pliable on her breath.

He goes to tell his father about what he's discovered and is told not to say anything bad about the queen like that ever again.

Julian is young but he thinks he understands hate better than anyone else in the kingdom.

Each time she leaves, it only gets worse. Julian doesn't know what to do so he searches through every book he can for a solution. There is no answer.

All he can do is hold her as she falls apart because Renfri is not dumb and can connect the time she's lost and the blood on her hands. He sings her favorite songs and does whatever she asks, which is little. All she ever asks is for him to stay and Julian will never leave her so he stays.

She whispers to him in the night of the things the mage has had her do and how he shoves a concoction down her throat as soon as she arrives because his magic can't control her. In fact, no magic works on her.

The only explanation for this is the Curse of the Black Sun.

He wonders if he's the same.

Julian cries for her, with her, and holds her tight. He feels like a failure of a brother and son because he can't shield his sister from this monstrosity.

In their time alone, as rare as it is, Renfri likes to be in the forest and her brother has grown to like it just as much as she does. He's lying against a tree and she's laying against him. In front of them is a field of different flowers and weeds.

She knows nothing about the all the flowers and their meanings but Julian does and he points each one out and tells her about their names, meanings, and properties.

She goes to pick the brightest one, it's a yellow one. He says it's a buttercup when she sits back up against him.

"Like what you call me?"

"Exactly," he says and kisses her forehead and she's so thankful she has him. He loves her so much and that is one thing she will never doubt.

Renfri is twelve when her brother gives her her first real sword. It's expensive and a bit too long for her at the moment but she can tell it will be perfect. She unsheathes it and sees their initials near the hilt.

She grins up at him.

"So you can carry me with you always," is his explanation.

Renfri hands her brother a sword and he grins back at her and suddenly their swords are clashing and it's beautiful.

Julian once told her that a fight is like a dance. Renfri doesn't see how it is because they seem like two opposite things. One thing is violent while the other is elegant. He disagrees and explains it to her like this.

"In a dance and fight, there is your lead and the one who follows, the one who's offensive and the other that is defensive. There are certain steps both must engage in before it becomes unique and your own. You say that violence and elegance are two different things but on the contrary. There can be elegance in violence and there can be violence in elegance."

He pauses once he notices her confused expression.

"An example of elegance in violence is like when you see the other knights and soldiers fight and it looks effortless. It doesn't seem messy and brutal but the activity is. Now, violence in elegance is when you see Father and our stepmother dance and her movements are always sharp. It's meant to look beautiful but it never does, does it?"

"No," Renfri says, "it does not. I think I get it now. Explain some more."

He does and she lets the sound of his voice wash over her.

Julian turns eighteen and to complete the cycle, Renfri gives him a dagger with their initials engraved on it.

R and J have never looked so good together.

At fifteen, she is raped by one of Stregobor's men. He lets her go and that is his first and last mistake.

He dies a horrible death and as she looks at his body in contempt, all she can think is good .

Renfri comes home covered from head to toe in blood and she hears it for the first time.

Monster , they call her, as they've called her since it was spread that she killed her mother during her Black Sun birth.

Julian can't protect her from this anymore.

Besides, they're right.

Julian takes one look at her, covered in blood with tattered clothes, and cries. He runs to her and her body meets him halfway before she can realize it. She's sobbing loudly into his neck, arms clenched tightly around him as it all hits her.

" I'm so sorry, Renfri. Oh, my sister. I'm so sorry, buttercup."

He whispers apologies into her hair and ears.

He always knows what's wrong so she's not surprised he knows this too.

He carries her to the baths, one already warm for her, and goes to leave but she grabs his forearm.

"Don't leave me, Julian." It comes out weakly and like always, he stays.

She doesn't let him see the bruises on her arms or thighs but she knows he knows they're there.

He untangles her hair from the braid he originally put in when she had left earlier in the week. He combs his fingers through her hair. It takes a while with how long it is and he scrubs and washes her hair. He's gentle and it makes her cry even more.

Julian is humming the song he composed for her when she first started learning how to use a sword and his soft crooning lulls her asleep.

Renfri wakes with a jolt and finds herself on a horse, her brother behind her.

"What- What's going on, Julian?"

"I'll explain in a bit. Try to fall back asleep, Renfri."

She trusts him so she nods and tries her best to slip back into sleep.

What many forget about Julian is that before he was frivolous and pretty and a poet, he was and is smart. Renfri has never forgotten this and never will because their departure has been in the works for years.

He explains that Stregobor would have come for her with all his men and she doesn't need to ponder on what he'd do to her if he caught her.

He explains how he's had an escape plan mapped out since the first time she left with him and returned.

It all depends on her and reputation but she could care less because her brother has left behind his entire future to stay with her.

His eyes soften when she mentions this, "I promised you, didn't I?"

He had. " Yes, you did. I love you, Julian. Thank you, brother."

"Of course."

A pause, "Does this mean I need a new name?"

A chuckle, "No, you get to continue being Renfri. Me, on the other hand… I need a new name so what shall it be, buttercup?"

Renfri looks at Julian and there's only one option floating around her head.

"Hmm… how does Jaskier sound?"

Jaskier grins at her and responds, "It's perfect."

"Julian is dead. Long live Jaskier."

"All thanks to the great and mighty Renfri, who impaled him on the very sword he gave her!"

Renfri chokes on the berry she's chewing on and exclaims, "What?! Jaskier, explain yourself."

"Ah… haha… I think I need to find some more dry sticks for us."

He gets up quickly and begins to venture into the woods and Renfri huffs, "Where do you think you're going, brother mine?! Answer me!"

Eventually, he tells her and she laughs at the humor behind it but not before she sucker punches him because that's just how she shows her love.

Tough love and all that.

Sometimes, Renfri dreams and it’s not of the deeds that Stregobor had her commit while she was under his thumb. They’re much worse than that.

(Dagger. Gold eyes. Screams. Red hair. Girl. Forest. Crack. Purple eyes. Birds. Singing.)

(The worst is the lone brother.)

Dreams, prophecies, what a mess they make of her life.

Don’t be true, she thinks as she gazes at her brother's sleeping form on the bed roll beside her own.

They're on the move from then on. The horse he had stolen from one of their subjects- one of Creyden's subjects is nothing like Julian's old mare, Pegasus, but the one he has now is also named Pegasus. He had a ready pack, made since she was ten and altered as the years passed, that was filled with basic necessities like coin, clothing and shoes, tools, and other things of the like. He also brought their weapons which to her were most important and of course, a lute.

They're both dressed in common clothing, meant for long traveling and to last, and her hair is cut to her ears. Her chest is binded so she looks like a very pretty boy, exactly like Julian. She tells him this with an impish grin and he cuffs her head with a small scoff, saying that he was a much prettier boy than the one she made. She agreed but that didn't mean she was going to let him win so easily.

It was nice, the change of pace, different though. Still, she thinks she prefers this way of living than the one she had lived with for fifteen years.

It's not easy, not at all, but with Jaskier by her side, it's become like breathing.

They make mistakes because they're human. Jaskier knows the theory behind pickpocketing and stealing but he doesn't have the experience behind it. Renfri does.

She feels good, being able to teach something to him and not the other way around.

It's like this: I’m harmless, says the right hand of a left handed thief.

It’s a motto Renfri lives by in a lot of ways, even though she’s never really been harmless. A thief, yes.

He catches on but does very little of the actual stealing. He's more of a distraction than anything. Besides, his performances bring in enough coin on their own. Together, they make quite the pair.

Jaskier's voice is beautiful. He's decided to be a bard and it suits him. Sometimes, she feels guilty, like she's taken away his future of being a king but he always placates her.

"This is my choice, Renfri. I'll always choose to stay by your side until you decide that you're done with me. Being a king would mean nothing if you weren't there by my side as my right and left hand. Let me protect you since I couldn't then."

She wants to tell him that she'll never not want him by her side and that he's protected her fine but the words don't come out. She doesn't know how to string the words together to make him understand so she just hugs him. She thinks he understands anyway.

When Renfri is the one to go to town for supplies, she'll hear it. The whispers of Creyden's lost princess follow her like a plague despite it being old news.

She was mad, they say, and killed her mother, her maid, and her older brother with the blade he gave her, to boot.

Monster , they say between whispers.

Her brother calls them rumors and wonders how long he's kept this from her, protecting her from her own image.

She agrees with them at times because she has killed all these people, just not the way they expect. She's killed them all the same.

Cursed. Killer. Monster. Princess. Renfri. Buttercup. Sister.

All her epithets but her favorites remain the last two.

They pass by a field of dandelions. It's beautiful and isolated and she marks it on the map she nicked from some careless man. They’re no buttercup but there’s a beauty to them. She’d like to come back here.

Renfri grows and suddenly she's eighteen. She's spent three years on the run and it's time to confront the truth about them.

She pulls Jaskier away from his latest performance and takes him to the forest, near the stream, and starts to recount every little thing she's noticed about him.

He heals faster than a normal human should. His songs' words come true and bring about a certain feeling of Chaos she hasn't felt since Stregobor. He is lucky and well-liked to the point that it's a bit concerning. There's more but that's the most of it.

He sits her down and tells her the tale of their birth.

An eclipse; both were born under one but while one was just an event for one child, it was an omen for another.

"Magic doesn't affect you and silver is the only thing that will kill you but for me... I am not a mage. Nothing quite like that, but Chaos calls me the way it does for them, just in a different way."

She could resent him for being male, for that being the only reason he wasn't damned the same way she was, but he is her brother and has always stood steadfast by her side. In a way, he is damned the way she is but he chose to be that way just to stay with her.

Renfri could never resent him.

More time passes and she begins to take up contracts. It worries her brother but it's what she's best at, fighting. Killing .

There's a thrill every time she lifts her sword and her brother's words are in her ears with each move, each strike.

It's like a dance. Be the lead, Renfri.

Renfri hasn't lost a fight in years and she'll make sure she keeps it that way because she can't leave Jaskier.

His magic won't work on her so any song he sings about healing would slip right off her, like every other spell. It frustrates him to no end that it doesn't work on her so he keeps trying. It never works but her brother is stubborn. Maybe one day his own curse will beat out her own.

Renfri is a contract killer, kind of like a Witcher, but instead of creature-like monsters, she kills the human variety.

She builds a reputation, her very own with no outside influence.

They've started to call her the Shrike ; her preferred method of killing being to impale those on her sword. She'll leave the subtler deaths to Jaskier.

She relishes this new epithet because it's not one given to her by anybody but herself and she doesn't share it with anyone else. It may be synonymous with killer but it matches her brother's songbird and it fits her modus operandi.

Shrike , what a beautiful name. Not once does it ever cross anybody's mind to connect that epithet with Creyden's Mad Princess.

That’s beautiful.

Years go by and she still looks the same as she did at eighteen as does her brother. There's something about being born under that omen that makes them age unlike a human. They'll be long-lived if a sword doesn't get them first. It's a blessing to know she won't be alone.

They live and it's wonderful. She learns her favorite food and doesn't have to wear stiff dresses anymore and there is no facade to hide behind for court. Jaskier is free to sing whatever he pleases to anyone he pleases, wherever he pleases. He shines, quite literally, and Renfri is content to bask in his light.

There's the occasional assassin sent to kill her - the Shrike - but they're incompetent and even Jaskier would have no problem in stopping them. It's a joke, the mediocrity of the people her enemies send.

It’s fine though because they keep her sharp which is something she can appreciate. She does have to wonder what it is that only makes them appear when Jaskier is out doing his own thing. It’s curious.

Jaskier is experimenting with his looks and suggests she do the same. His hair is dyed black and is longer than she’s ever seen. He’s pretty, beautiful , even when he looks like a girl. He’s always been the She mentions this to him between bites of an apple and a grin spreads on his face.

“Well, of course, I am. Have you seen me? Also, don’t speak with food in your mouth.” He bats his eyelashes and flips his hair over his shoulder. She lets out a snort, throwing the apple core she just finished at him which hits him right on his shoulder. He grasps at the spot and falls to his knees dramatically. “How could you, Renfri? Oh no, I’m going to die if my most darling and beloved sister doesn’t apologize.”

“Might I remind you that I am your only sister, Jask?”

“You don’t know that. We might have a half-sibling by now…” She grimaces and Jaskier lets out a full-belly laugh.

“Sweet Metilite, you should have seen your face! But you’re right, you are my only sister, Renfri. No mention of a new heir from Creyden. I imagine that when they die and after a few more decades, we can reclaim it.”

It’s not a bad idea. There’s some merit to it.

“Maybe,” is all she says.

“That’s not a no,” Jaskier does that eyebrow wiggle that always makes her smile.

“I suppose it’s not. Besides, we have years before we can entertain that thought.”

A home would be nice. Their castle wasn’t much of a home but Jaskier made it one. Or perhaps it’s Jaskier himself that’s her home. Still, somewhere they could come back to does sound nice despite all the bad memories she has of that place. She’s not tired and she suspects she won’t be for a while but sometime, in the vague future, she’d like a place to call home again and not just her brother.

In the end, she follows his advice and changes her hair. She chops it to her chin with her sword and when Jaskier comes back to their inn, he makes a choked noise and half scolds her and half cries over her “beautiful locks”. He fixes it and evens it out and then asks if she’d like anything else done to her hair.

“Braid it for me?” It’ll be the first time since she was fifteen that he’s done it. She’s not over it, she doubts she ever will be. The rage that simmers inside of her never lessens, only gets pushed to the side. Jaskier never judges her for that.

He brushes her hair out, the knots coming undone under his gentle care. He sections her hair and leaves a few face framing pieces; the top half of hair starts off as individual braids before it feeds into a single one.

He shows it to her with the mirror in the room and a handheld one.

She looks at it and then at Jaskier to find him already staring at her with a fondness.

“Beautiful ,” he whispers and then plants a kiss on her temple.

The dreams never stop and they only get more detailed as time goes on.

Jaskier is flirting with the barkeep when he perks up and excuses himself. He meets her eyes and then he heads out. She followed not long after.

When she catches sight of him, she asks, “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a mage in town, powerful, at that. We need to be careful and leave. I don’t know what their intentions are but they've been poking at me all night.”

Her heart is in her throat.

“Is it…?”

Jaskier shakes his head and continues, “They may know him though which is why we need to leave.”

He’s right, of course he is, but the prospect of that monster being so close is both thrilling and alarming.

He goes to say something when a female voice calls out, “I wish you no harm.”

Renfri’s hand is on her sword and she turns her head to see a woman mage unveiling herself to reveal long red hair and a pretty face. She knows a lot about pretty faces but she also knows red hair and kindness and-

“I felt another mage and didn’t recognize them despite them being around my age. You didn't go to Aretuza, did you? I’m Triss.”

Renfri almost scoffs. Her , the magical one? Yeah, right. She assumed wrong but she’ll stick with it.

Jaskier opens his mouth and she elbows him and begins to talk, “You’re assuming we’re the same age? I should thank you if you think I’m as young as you are.” She’s talking out of her ass but the mage seems to believe it.

“You must be powerful if you still look this young, unless you’re under a glamor?'' Triss moves closer but stops when she notices Renfri’s hand on her blade.

“I am. I’m afraid I can be quite a bit self-conscious about my gray hairs and crows feet. You can call me Ren. This is my son, Jules. He’s the one that’s actually young.” Jaskier, or Jules for the night, squawks and plays along.

“I’ll have you know that I’m not that young, Lady Triss.”

He smirks at the mage and goes to give her a kiss on her hand, “Pleasure to meet you.” It seems like not even Triss is able to resist the charm her brother has because even in the moonlight, she can see the light flush her cheeks gain.

“What a charmer you have for a son, Ren. As to why I’m here, I was just curious. You’re a rare breed, you know? A mage not from the academy? Did you learn from anybody or just through texts?”

Genuine curiosity lights the woman’s face and it’s clear she has no bad intentions. Her hand leaves her sword.

“Jules, you’re free to go. I’m going to talk to Triss back at our inn if she’d like.” Triss smiles and nods her head so she offers her arm to her which she takes and begins to walk off.

She calls out, “Have fun, son of mine. Don’t come back til the morning. I’m sure you’ll find a pretty man or woman to warm your bed tonight.”

Maybe, just maybe, she can make a friend.

She gains a friend in Triss and another year goes by before she tells her the truth, not the full truth. She doubts she’ll ever tell her story like that. Jaskier is the storyteller between the two of them and he promised her that he’d never sing of it and of them unless Stregobor was dead.

Triss is not mad nor disappointed. She simply holds her in her arms. It reminds her of her own actions.

Triss stays and it’s nice to have another thing that is her own. Her own friend, her own lover.

Maybe it's because of that damned curse that this doesn't last long.

Stregobor becomes active again and that rage comes back in full force. She wants him dead .

Renfri wants to see him dead by her sword, wants her sword to be the thorn and for him to be the prey to her shrike.

Jaskier takes her hand and says, “Do you want me there?”

He’s kind, unbearably so. But this is something she needs to do herself and tells him as such. He nods. He always understands.

Jaskier has protected her all her life and no matter what he says, he has never failed her. It’s her time to protect him.

She contacts Triss and tells her what she needs from her and Triss reluctantly agrees. She pulls out that map she’d stolen a decade ago and tells Jaskier that before they split paths, this is where they’ll go first.

Triss portals them there and it’s the same as she remembers. The mage begins to walk away, content to give them space before she enacts her own plan.

“Dandelions?” Jaskier asks.

“Hmm, there is beauty in them too. It’d be buttercups but that would be a bit too on the nose, wouldn’t it.”

He laughs and takes one of her hands and sits down, dragging her down with him.

Flower fields are her favorite pocket of nature and it has everything to do with her flower of a brother.

“Do you remember what dandelions symbolize, buttercup?”

“You know I don’t, Jaskier,” she opens her eyes to stare up at him from her position against his chest. “Remind me again?”

He meets her eyes, acceptance and love written all over his face.

“Of course,” he says quietly, “There are many different meanings because even in flower language, things are complicated. It can symbolize healing, physically or mentally, intelligence, youthful happiness, and the power of the sun. We know all about that, huh?” He stops and moves a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Mostly though, it is about surviving through anything and getting a wish granted. Will you promise me to become a dandelion the way I’ve become a buttercup?”

Jaskier is not stupid, she knows this, but sometimes she forgets just how quick he is. He knows. He knows her too well not to. She’s not even surprised.

Promises, she’s found, are made to be broken so she can’t promise him that.

Instead, “I’ll try.”

His eyes glimmer under the bright sun, “That’s all I ask, shrike of mine. Will you let me sing you one last song before you return?”

She nods into his chest and he clears his throat and starts to sing.

It’s the song he composed about their life.

She closes her eyes and listens to his heartbeat and words, ignoring Triss who has begun to chant Elder.

Chaos surrounds them, Triss’ own and Jaskier’s too.

It’s a song of tragedy and love and bonds and it may begin with blood but ends in love and life.

It’s beautiful.

As the song comes to an end, he places another kiss on her head. His eyes are as blue as the sky and his voice is clear when he says, “ Remember, Renfri, violence and elegance. Be both.”

He closes his eyes and his breath stops.

Renfri cries into his unmoving chest. She’s not sure how long she’s there until Triss pulls her aside and prepares his body. He looks like he’s sleeping peacefully, his lute next to him. She makes a last moment decision to take his dagger.

Renfri leaves his side and watches as Triss places enchantment after enchantment.

When the mage is done, she looks worn down and she collapses in Renfri’s awaiting arms.

“Thank you, Triss.”

“You’re welcome, Renfri. Be quick about it though. I will miss you and Jaskier shouldn't be alone for so long. It’s unnatural to see one sibling without the other. Take this brooch for me, won't you?" It's golden and one she's never seen leave her cloak. She pins it on her own cloak.

"Kill Stregobor then wake Jaskier and then come back to me.”

Renfri wants to, more than anything, but her dreams say otherwise and they’re rarely wrong. She cradles Triss' face in her hands and kisses her. Her lips are soft and she tastes like cinnamon.

“I will,” the Shrike (rep)lies.

White hair, gold eyes, wolf necklace. Dagger, thoat. Flowers, dandelions. Blonde hair, girl, woods. Lute, coin, warmth. Purple eyes, red hair. Chaos. Destiny. Love.

The Shrike becomes more than a whisper and more like a scream. They say she’s after a certain mage. He wronged her and now she wants revenge.

The Shrike picks up a band of warriors along the way and by then, everyone knows of her. Her kill count is legendary and she doesn’t care about casualties as long as she gets what she’s after.

Monster , they call her. She kills anyone in her way and often, there’ll be blood somewhere on her face or clothing.

Heartless , they say. She cares for her group so long as they remain useful.

Renfri just wants Stregobor dead so Jaskier is safe .

There are rumors that Blaviken is where Stregobor is so she goes.

He is and it seems like it's all coming to a head. He will die or she will, each end with Jaskier safe.

Her group agrees with her plan

She sees him at a bar, being denied by the barkeep.

White hair, gold eyes, and a wolf medallion. He’s a Witcher, Geralt of Rivia.

He’s -

(A song sung by- It’s about paying your Witcher. A hug, warmth, love. Fondness. Affection, devotion. Buttercups, dandelions. Leather, blood. A bond of lovers and not of siblings, not of her and-)

Oh . He is her brother’s future.

Time to introduce herself to him because it is her sibling-given right to determine and judge if the Witcher is good enough for her brother. Jaskier deserves only the best.

Renfri looks at the Witcher, at the man who'll be her brother's world once she leaves this realm, to the one who'll be her replacement, and feels nothing. Except, that's a lie. The Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, will be by her brother's side and she'll be rotting six feet under. For once, it feels like she's one of her victims and this truth is her shrike. She is no wordsmith like her brother so all she can describe the feeling is as something mournful and painful.

Jaskier had made her promise that she would come back but promises were made to be broken and this is destiny .

What are her wants in the face of destiny?

She knows she will not survive Geralt of Rivia but she must try. Stregobor is a vile man and Renfri wants nothing more than to - stay by her brother's side, to be protected by him once more - slay him.

She only hopes he forgives her but mostly she hopes he'll forgive himself. She knows her older brother better than anyone and he'll blame himself for her actions. It was her decision to spell him asleep with a mage's - Triss’ - help. There are only two ways for him to wake up, with her touch or her death. She hopes it's not the second but it most likely will be.

Geralt of Rivia is a good man. It's because he's a good man that he will be her end. He will claim neutrality and choose the lesser of two evils. The death of one woman and her band of warriors is nothing in comparison to an entire village but Stregobor deserves to die and it shall be by her hand or she will die trying.

Geralt is an easy man to like and perhaps if she wasn't so set on this, she'd be joining him and Jaskier on the Path but she will not let Stregobor find out about Jaskier. He has already hurt her, she can't let him be dragged into her messes anymore. Stregobor believes she killed her eldest brother due to jealousy and hatred and Renfri will allow to keep that notion because it protects Jaskier.

Prince Julian died a tragic death, killed by his own younger sister in a fit of madness, skewered by the sword he gifted her. It was the beginning of her epithet, the Shrike.

Julian died so that Jaskier could live and it is her greatest joy that she was able to do this small thing for him. There is not a thing in the world she wouldn't do for her brother, which is why she must kill Stregobor because if she succeeds, no one will think about him and if she doesn't... there is no reason to search for a dead prince.

She doesn't sleep with Geralt but instead just sits next to him. His breathing suggests he sleeps lightly, the tiniest of sounds could wake him up, but she has practice of not disturbing Jaskier's sleep and so she leaves him with a kiss on the forehead because she is - he is precious or will be precious to Jaskier, her buttercup brother.

"Be kind to him as you've been to me, Geralt of Rivia. He will be without me and the fault will lie on both of our hands."

He catches her because of course he would and she knows she's not going to see Jaskier again.

Before he draws his sword and after she's thrown the girl off to the side, Renfri closes her eyes for a second and says, "Forgive me."

Geralt says something in response to that but it wasn't for him so instead she attacks him and thus the fight begins.

He tries to use magic against her and like always, "Magic doesn't work on me." She bites back the snort she wants to let out and instead lets out, "But silver will."

Prophecies and visions tell her she will die here today and she will welcome death as an old friend but not before trying. It's against who she is to just give up and besides, she must protect Jaskier the way he had done for her throughout the years.

Her older brother had willingly followed her into that portal and into that field, knowing what she was going to do, believing in her ability to live, to survive -

Renfri must remain strong yet all she can think is, I'm sorry, Jaskier.

“Remember, Renfri, violence and elegance. Be both.”

She slashes him and the dance begins again, it's not unlike the one she'd do with her brother and it brings a feral grin to her face.

Yes, Geralt is a worthy opponent and she was right, he is also a good man. He gives her the chance to back down. She doesn't. No one will think of Prince Julian and no one will ever associate him with a bard named Jaskier.

It feels like an eternity has passed before the dance comes to a sudden stop and she's staring into his eyes and her - Jaskier's - dagger is in her neck.

She always knew she'd die for Jaskier but there is something ironic to be done in by his own dagger when she was the one to kill Julian with his own weapon. To think, it'd come back full circle like this.

It goes like this:

A sister is given her first sword by her older brother and then that sister impales that brother on that very same sword and takes the knife she had given him as her own. Years later, her brother's dagger is the one to impale her. In karma or in fate? Renfri does not know but she thinks Jaskier could appreciate the irony of it once he overcomes her death.

(It was always going to be this way.)

Renfri's eyes widen and Geralt holds her in his arms and she goes to speak. Her voice escapes her, the way Jaskier described to her in that forest all those years ago.

She is no wordsmith, no poet, no bard, she is a soldier, a monster, and yet -

"The girl in the woods will be with you always."

Renfri was born under the Black Sun.

"She will be your destiny."

Girls born under the Black Sun are more than any can predict for they themselves see what others can not.

Renfri chokes on her blood and stares into the eyes of the witcher who will be her brother's destiny and can only-

The sister's eyes flutter and she takes her last breath.

In a field full of flowers, a brother wakes with a gasp and then-

A terrible and grief-stricken scream fills the forest.

An older brother is not meant to outlive his younger sister but as the story goes...

#the witcher tv #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher #renfri the witcher #jaskier the witcher #jaskier #renfri #the shrike #geraskier #renfri/triss #triss merigold #geralt of rivia #i am a bit crazy for this one ill admit

13 notes · View notes