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General! Lilia Vanrouge x HalovianFae!Fem!Reader (reader is fae and based off the halovian species from hsr, she has three pairs of wings sprouting from her head 👍)

Warnings!: Reader is NOT Yuu, reader is fae, reader holds position of Lieutenant General, semi-established relationship(courting), General!Lilia, hahaha slight insinuation of Maleanor x reader but only if you squint, English is NOT my first language + not proofread. ALSO, I took some dialogue from Book 7!!

A/N: I started this at 10pm and couldn’t stop, roughly 2k words, and I kind of got a bit lazy by the end. sort of based on that little Drabble I made ages ago 👍

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Pt.1(you’re here!), Pt.2

On their mission to stop OB Malleus Draconia, Silver, Sebek, Grim and Yuu find themselves facing not only a war-hardened general but a very familiar winged fae.

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Also, not me thinking of a bad end scenario after seeing >THIS< art piece. (Note, I know the piece has Varka/Flins content, but I'm just shoving Fem Illuga!MC into Varka's place-)

Where everything goes wrong, the Lightkeepers gone, her father and friends- even the Traveler, those of Nasha Town, Miss Lauma, Mister Varka, even Columbina gone... all that remains is Fem Illuga!MC and him.

And he took her back to Snezhnaya, dressed her up in clothing that felt wrong, uncomfortable. Decorated her in jewels that felt heavy, and just as wrong. The necklace around her neck feeling exactly like how a collar would feel.

A collar fit for a pet. A slave...

Being forced to go to big parties where she clearly didn't belong, with eyes of both Fae and human Snezhnayan nobles watching her always-

Fem Illuga!MC hated it. Hated all of it.

Even as Flins- no... Even as Duke Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins said it was all for her safety, so she could LIVE where others had died, Fem Illuga!MC hated it.

She missed Nod Krai. She missed Piramida. She missed the Lightkeepers's hq. She missed her cramp, little house. She missed Aedon. She missed her friends, her family, the Starshyna Nikita- her dad. She wanted her dad-

Fem Illuga!MC flinches then as she's knocked out her spiraling thoughts by a gloved hand gently rubbing her tears when did she start crying? away and gives the owner of the hand a cold, teary eye glare.

"Don't touch me, Kyryll."

She spat his name, like it was a curse as she slapped his hand away. And Kyryll Never just Flins. Never again. only gives her a sad look.

He gives her that look a LOT, and it only pisses her off even more! He doesn't get to look at her like that! Not after everything!

After all he took her away, letting everything she and those in the past work for so hard burn to ashes, and then made her his-

"-My wife..." A deep sigh sounds behind her before Fem Illuga!MC flinches once again as arms wrap around her waist. A chin hooks on to her shoulder, and long, dark purplish-blue hair brush against her face, the tips burning of Azure flames that nip at her cheeks playfully.

"For now you may hate me... but it will be only a matter of time before you understand all that I did was for your safety and survival. My little Nightingale..."

What if MC played up until the most recent update (6.4 I think?) and then died somehow.

But anyways they were reborn as Venti, thousands of years before Khaneri'ah was even destroyed. They were reborn when the Dragon Sovereigns were in power. They were the only one of their kind, wind Sprite, and the original Anemo Sovereign (I can't remember if they had been revealed but I don't think so?) found them, taking them in. They met the other Sovereigns too and the dragons cooed over Venti!MC, the first of their kind, but also the first of the ALL the sprites themselves.

The original Anemo Soveriegn even gave Venti!MC a dragon form. It was a dragon where instead of scales, it was feathers and they had six wings too and a VERY long tail. It was a very long and sinuous body, and they had horns (like the Light Dragon's from TOTK). Their feathers were mostly white but their wing feathers were tipped a VERY light teal, their horns a teal color that faded into gold, and overall they looked like the dragon version of an ANGEL.

Then the Soveriegns were killed, one by one and Venti!MC saw how they turned to them and screamed at them to RUN, to find safety, to LIVE. The Soveriegns love Venti!MC as if they were their own child.

(Warning, I'm changing the timeline a bit. Sovereigns die and the HP (heavenly principles) hold the gnosises for a VERY LONG TIME, in that time Khaenri'ah starts to grow from a small village to a nation, then Archon war happens, a bit after that the calamity)

Thousands of years ago by, Venti!MC occasionally switching between their dragon form and their wind sprite form. They saw other sprites come into existance, helped them learn their powers, and then…

Khaenri'ah was starting to come into existence, just a village at first. Then there was an attack, wild animals corrupted by the Abyss. Venti!MC landed in their dragon form, their giant form curled around the small village as they snarled at the Beasts which cowered and fled. The citizens were scared but a curious child tugged at one of Venti!MC's feathers and the dragon turned it's head and crooned at the young child.

Venti!MC shrank so they were now about the size of canon Dvalin.

Venti!MC became Khaenri'ah's protector and they made tapestries of Venti!MC coming down, curling around the village and fending off the wild animals. But the way they depicted it in the tapestries made it seem like Venti!MC fought against a physical representation of the Abyss ITSELF before beating it back and sealing it away.

Venti!MC watches as the village grows and grows, they are it's protector. Then one day, it was snowing pretty heavily but a child is lost in the forest, crying, and the village is PRAYING to Venti!MC to find the lost child and bring them home safely. Venti!MC takes a form of their future friend, but with the wings and slightly older (basically their Archon form but a bit older). They find the child and the child, a young boy, recognizes it as their protector, as the one in the tapestries.

Venti!MC takes the child back, only wearing like silk/fabric around them (kinda how cannon Venti's silk/fabric is, just without the hood and a bit looser/less covering [honestly after living for thousands of years, while they may feel a little embarrassed it isn't too bad for someone to see in their opinion but they know it would make other people uncomfortable sooo]) while their top pair of wings also acts as cover. Their middle pair and lower pair help guide the child and keep them warm 'cause it's currently snowing.

When they get there everyone is shocked/relieved at first that the child is back but then they see Venti!MC and realize that this is their protector, their guardian, taking a more human form for them, to help them. Cue more tapestries being made along with Venti!MC showing their wind sprite form to the little kids which means even more tapestries are made.

Venti!MC continues to be the protector, the guardian of a growing Khaenri'ah. The Khaenrian child she saved grew to be a very strong young man. He later married a nice young woman and they asked Venti!MC to bless the child. Venti!MC doesn't know HOW to do blessings but they can try. They bless the child to always be free and find joy in their life, they bless the child to always be able to find a home and be led back home with the wind.

That child eventually becomes the leader of a budding Khaenri'ah. Stories are told, blessings are given, tapestries are woven, murals are painted, stained glass art is made. Everything is happy. Venti!MC stays a protector and guardian of the nation. The reason Khaenri'ah is supposedly godless is because they are too busy worshipping Venti!MC so no, they won't worship anyone else.

Venti!MC still becomes the Anemo Archon, still loses their friend, still makes Mondstat, but they smuggle away Khaenrians a hundred years before the cataclysm. They smuggle those who are abused, who want a new life, who want to have an adventure. In place of those people, a single white feather is on the ground meaning they have been taken by the winds, by the angel, by the dragon, by their guardian (not me Lowkey wanting Khaenri'ah to call Venti!MC their god - me). Everywhere in Khaenri'ah you can see tapestries, stories being told, paintings/murals hanging, stained glass windows, etc. etc. all featuring Venti!MC.

There were tapestries and songs and stories and legends about Venti!MC the divine protector of Khaenri'ah, a being said to be made of feathers and spirit and the winds of freedom itself, a being said to have come into being long before even the Heavenly Principles existed, a being said to have many forms, that of an angel, a wind spirit, and a dragon.

Everyone believes Venti!MC is a divine protector who has been protecting Khaenri'ah ever sense it first existed and in a way they are right. The only thing they got wrong was the fact that Venti!MC was divine which they weren't but anytime they try to tell someone this, the person usually gasps in shock (because how can Venti!MC not see that they were divine!) or bows because Venti!MC is so humble and they're right in front of them as if they were equals when Venti!MC was CLEARLY above them.

They also have MANY festivals for Venti!MC. Basically every single one has some part for worshipping Venti!MC. Anyone who goes into any rank of power or a soldier or scholar or SOMETHING all swear fealty to Venti!MC. No one fights it because why would they? In fact, everyone is EAGER to swear fealty to them and will gladly die for Venti!MC/let Venti!MC kill them.

(not Venti!MC gaining their own cult :3 Venti!MC better be prepared for the Khaenrians [Pierro, Capitano/Thrain, Dainsleif] who still remember the OLD ways [aka the ones where the MILDEST ONE includes worshipping Venti!MC all day and night until they either appeared before you or you fell unconscious which means you would be deamed a disappointment {Venti!MC always managed to show up within an hour of when they first started because they don't want someone to fall unconscious like that}])

Venti!MC is not known to be the Anemo Archon. In fact, when the Khaenrians hear of the Anemo Archon Barbatos they are disgusted because how dare this 'god' pretend to be their beloved angel. But if they had choose between any of the Archons, they would pick the Anemo Archon because at least they follow the teachings of the beloved angel of Khaenri'ah. Venti!MC has many titles there, Angel, Great Dragon, Guardian, Wind Spirit, etc. etc. etc.

Then it happens, the cataclysm. Venti!MC only pretends to the other Archons to be participating but in reality they're smuggling as many people as they can out. Young, old, adults, children, elderly, girls, boys, women, men, everyone they could.

They take those that wish to, into Mondstat. But those that don't wish to reside there are instead taken deeper into Venti!MC's territory, deep into the forest so they can set up their own home, another Khaenri'ah if you will.

Venti!MC moves fast and subtly but they are INJURED, somehow, someway, their wings are starting to burn, blood is leaking from cuts, and they are so very tired but they keep moving. They save Pierro, Thrain/Capitano, and Dainsleif who feel so blessed to be saved, to be in front of their divine angel, to be held in the dragon's arms and wings.

But they also feel so much SORROW because clearly Khaenri'ah burning is physically HURTING Venti!MC (like if Khaenri'ah is hurt, then Venti!MC is also hurt, like a one way mirror. Venti!MC getting hurt doesn't get Khaenri'ah hurt because Venti!MC is too selfless to let their pain be shown. At least that's the citizens' thoughts)

But they also feel RAGE because HOW DARE these Archons destroy the nation, hurt Venti!MC!!

But the Khaenrians notice that a certain Anemo God wasn't there so they don't feel as much hate towards Barbatos as they do to the other Archons. In fact, their beloved angel informs all the Khaenrians they save that Barbatos is willing to hold as many Khaenrians as needed and just fine with letting them keep their traditions alive.

So what they feel to Barbatos or the Anemo Archon is neutrality in a bit of a positive light while all the other Archons can burn in the deepest parts of the Abyss.

(I'm so lost on what this Venti!MC's pronouns would be) (I'm just gonna call this au Angel Venti!MC)

- 🦔 Anon

🦔 anon you are COOKING again! Ahhhh! How do you do it?! 🤩

Also your question about Venti!MC's pronouns... uh, maybe as Barbatos they think they're male, but they actually prefer they/them/she/her pronouns? 🤔

But yeah, Khaenri'ah worshiping Venti!MC to a obsessive extent, I can't wait to see how it will go once its revealed that Barbatos the Anemo Archon was actually them as well.

Pierro and Capitano are gonna have a LOT of feelings, especially considering they joined the Fatui, the same organization that La Signora was apart, and who KICKED their god-

...Do you think if either found out the truth, they might actually go after La Signora in a rage?

Also, the other Archons, I want to imagine them, especially Zhongli having their own opinions of Barbatos... but i like to think he at least might have some suspicion.

Especially if we look back on actual Genshin lore where canon Venti SAVED Xiao... imagine Venti!MC did the same thing, and Zhongli, well, again, he's old, and he has suspicions and theories...

Sides that, this was 10/10 idea. Will recommend to others. Can't wait to read more!

Ok so basically as MC they grew up in an orphanage. The workers and other children greatly loved and cared for MC but Mc was never adopted. Eventually MC ages out of the system and decides to work for the orphanage. Eventually they become an adult and take over the orphanage.

MC never thought of taking a partner and one of their friends/siblings from the time both were in the orphanage, and introduced them to Genshin Impact. MC played it when they had free time which wasn't often but they managed. They've read all the lores, and all the theories (somehow). They greatly loved Genshin Impact but some of the things made them so ANGRY. Columbina's treatment, the fact Khaenrian CHILDREN were cursed, Natlan children being sent as soldiers to the night kingdom, etc. etc.

But even after all that they ADORED Genshin. They felt so much sorrow and happiness and love for every character. When they learned of Rerir's past and reason for becoming a sinner they felt so sad.

The kids of the orphanage called them mother, or father, or mama, or papa, it depended on the child. The children eventually convinced MC to play Genshin on the tv so all the kids could watch.

But all good things must come to an end.

There was a fire, children were coughing, children were trapped. MC ran into the burning orphange and dragged the children out, soothing them quickly, handing them off to paramedics before running back in. They got every child out but right as they were leading the last child out… the building started collapsing.

They shoved the child out of the building, internally wincing at the action (they knew it must've hurt but the child needed to LIVE), and then the building collapsed and they were trapped underneath, their last thoughts were of their siblings (the other orphans from when MC themself was an orphan) and the children.

The last things they heard were screams, crying, and so many people calling MC's name…

Then they opened their 'eyes'.

They were a small fire? It was purple and blue, small enough to be cupped in someone's palms.

MC learned quickly what and who they were.

They were a Fae, and not just any Fae, but a LANTERN FAE. They were often given food but the way they ate was by burning the food in their flames. Eventually when they got to around 20 years of age (the Fae equivalent of a VERY young baby, around one year of age in human terms) their parents of this life gently cradled their small fire body/wisp and took them to a… lantern shop?

Apparently a Lantern Fae when they reached 20-30 years of age would pick out a lantern that would become a part of them for the rest of their life. Flins!MC's parents showed them every lantern and Flins!MC felt a pull. The pull led to the same lantern canon Flins had.

Years go by and when Flins!MC reaches about 60 years of age (3 in human standards), they are taught to go into human form.

Fae don't have a concept of gender so they merely show human images and let Flins!MC choose what kind of body shape they want.

Flins!MC's form was that of a very young child, about a toddler, but already they were adorable, had the makings of a beautiful figure, and was neither girl nor boy.

MC had been genderfluid in their last life, and now being a Fae, they had the chance to switch to their preferred gender. They held the lantern in their hands, their pudgy hands not yet fit to hold it properly.

Their parents smiled, cooing at them.

More decades go by and when they were 460 (23), they had gained a mass of titles, even joining the army and becoming the high general. They had a few scars but not many because not only were they fast and had a great healing factor (because they're Fae), but also because the only weapons that TRULY injured them were weapons of ENCHANTED and PURE iron. The only scars were from said enchanted and pure iron weapons. A few scars that were long/big were on their arms, legs, torso, back, and one that looks like a nick on their neck. They have one on their face, their jaw specifically.

Fae also don't care much for scars, or if they do it's admiration and love. Fae view scars as stories, things that mark a chapter in their life.

40 years go by and they're 500 (25) now. When Fae hit their prime, they stop aging. They can change their form to make themselves age but the physical form they usually are in, their human form if you will, stops aging. Of course they can age mentally, but other than that, nothing. Flins!MC has just reached their prime, their lantern's flame (their 'true' form) has changed from a wisp to a blase.'

A few more hundred years go by and before they knew it, they were 1,997, years old. They didn't realize it had been so long. Then the Heavenly Principles make a decree.

When Flins!MC heard it their muscles locked, fear gripping their heart.

The Archon War has just begun.

Thousands of years go by, about 14 thousand years. How old were they now?

About 16,314 years they think.

Ah, they would be around 800 years old by human standards. Though to the Fae, Flins!MC would still be considered '25-30'.

They had gained more scars, many of the villages that housed people they cared for had been battlefields. They saved as many as they could and lost more than they should.

Another thousand-ish years go by and they're 17,593 years old now.

They had changed into her female form only a days ago. She was getting bored of the same life. So she left, hiding away her lantern in her home at Nod Krai. She had many homes, and one of them was a lighthouse in Nod Krai.

She went on an adventure, going through the nations carefully, making sure none realized her true nature. Then she went to Khaenri'ah.

She was let in easily, and she explored.

A few months go by and she makes a friend. The woman looked familiar, her light green-blonde hair and unique eyes struck some cord in her. She had forgotten much of the game over the thousands of years she's been alive.

But then it finally clicked one night.

Her friend's name was Tholindis, Tholindis spoke of her boyfriend Rerir.

Tholindis and Rerir.

Tholindis who goes through a moon gate.

Rerir who becomes a sinner of Khaenri'ah.

Oh no, what has she gotten involved in.

For Flins!MC their gender changes at whim but whatever gender they stay in often lasts a few months or a few years and considering that she was a Fae and how long she's lived, it wasn't surprising.

Only two months later, seven months after coming to Khaenri'ah and 6 months after becoming friends with Tholindis, Flins!MC meets Rerir. Tholindis had wanted to introduce her two most precious people, Rerir and Flins!MC.

Flins!MC becomes fast friends with Rerir and together, all three spend most of their time together.

A year after all three become friends and something… odd, but not unwelcome, happens. Somehow, some way, Rerir and Tholindis had fallen in love with her. They told her one quiet evening and Flins!MC didn't even let her worries of the future stop her from saying yes to joining their relationship. Now all three were in a poly relationship and some days Flins!MC still can't believe it.

A few months after they all get together Flins!MC sits them down and tells them what she was. She told them that she was a Fae, that her lantern (she has a fake one with a flame that was merely made with her Fae abilities. She has the fake lantern so enemies don't try and find her real one) holds her 'heart' or 'soul', that if the lantern is broken and the flame goes out. then she would be dead. Her lovers were shocked but accepted it, asking questions eagerly.

A few days after that and Flins!MC feels like a male so they change into their male form (canon Flins form). Tholindis when she first saw him froze (at this point all three lived together) and then snuck back to their shared room (all three also share a room). Flins!MC just let her, a slight smirk on his face. Then Rerir comes out, Tholindis nervously following.

Flins!MC turns to face them and shows their lantern before changing to their female form. The two relax and Flins!MC goes back to their male form and tells them about their shape shifting ability, and that he was gender fluid.

More time goes by and eventually it's been three years since Flins!MC came to Khaenri'ah.

Flins!MC had met Pierro, Capitano, Dainsleif, and the other future sinners, becoming great friends with ALL of them. All of them had relectuntly accepted that Flins!MC was dating Rerir and Tholindis, not wanting Flins!MC to be hurt (the are all very protective friends) but also loving the fact that the two ADORED Flins!MC and made the Fae so very happy.

One night, Flins!MC is 'sleeping' but in reality they actually can't/don't need sleep (they're also in their gender neutral form which is like their male form but feminine and curvy). But Tholindis is awake and waiting for Rerir to get home as he was at his job, the one Tholindis just discovered but Flins!MC doesn't 'know' about (they do know what to is, they remember almost everything about the game now).

Tholindis, when Rerir get's home, confronts him. Rerir kinda cracks and spills out everything which leads to Tholindis revealing that she was part of the Crimson Moon Dynasty and asking if he would kill her.

Rerir is shocked at the revelation but vehemently refuses, saying he would rather destroy Khaneri'ah than kill her. The two talk, unaware that Flins!MC was awake because the Fae can't sleep/doesn't need it. The two lovers' bond deepens and strengthens and they come to the conclusion not to tell Flins!MC about Rerir's job so they wouldn't leave the two in fear (the two love Flins!MC so much it hurts but Rerir and Tholindis wouldn't have it any other way).

Then one day Rerir proposed to Tholindis and she said yes. Flins!MC was ecstatic for them, and hid the dread in their heart easily. They dreaded this moment because it meant that the Cataclysm would be soon.

Then a week later and the two proposed to Flins!MC and of course they said yes, dragging the two up for a kiss.

Two weeks later and it happens. Flins!MC spends the day, twisting the two rings on their finger, both different designs that spoke of their two lovers. An obsidion ring with a moon stone carved into a four pointed star that was embedded into the ring with light purple flower designs on the ring (Rerir). And the other ring was a light silver in color, a blue gem in the shape of a smooth and polished circle with smaller golden gems surrounding it (Tholindis).

Their lovers noticed the unease and asked what was wrong but Flins!MC dismissed their worries.

Then it happened, the Calamity. Flins!MC also has yet to tell their lovers that the lantern they carry is fake (the reason for it being fake was already stated but I'll say it again just in case. The reason it's a fake [even if it looks just like the real one] is because when going somewhere new they leave their real lantern back in their lighthouse/home in Nod Krai or one of their other homes in a different nation but they bring a fake that looks exactly like their real one so now enemy that knows what they are search for their real lantern to destroy it/extinguish the flame and kill them).

Flins!MC is in the library, their job for preserving books/writing them/being an archivist and fixing books up making it so they have ink stained fingers and work in the library for most of the day.

Then Rerir busts in, grabbing them and taking them to where Tholindis was, explaing that everything is going wrong, and that Flins!MC was closest so he grabbed them first (Flins!MC knows that isn't true, knows it just because both Rerir and Tholindis agreed that if either of them and Flins!MC was in danger, then the safe one should prioritize Flins!MC, but they won't reveal they they know it).

The two hurry to where Tholindis was and they grab her. All three are running, Flins!MC between them, their left hand held by Rerir, their right being held by Tholindis. They are running fast but then Flins!MC notices something the other two don't, a building is starting to collapse.

Flins!MC stops moving immediately much to their lovers confusion and the two don't listen as Flins!MC tries to explain that they need to turn around, they don't move as Flins!MC tries tugging them back to where they came from, and they don't understand why Flins!MC won't move. Then Flins!MC grits their teeth, tears their hands from their lovers' grasps, grabs the two's wrists, and uses their magic/flames/physical strength to THROW/PUSH the two back away. They knew that if they also tried running then they wouldn't be able to get the two out fast enough.

Then the building collapsed, fire engulfing it.

This reminds them of how they died in their first life. It seems they won't be able to have/adopt those children the three all talked about (Flins!MC adores children very much and wants some of their own).

But then a Moon Gate opens under them, but it leaves their lantern behind. They close their eyes, waiting for death, except they wake up in their lighthouse on Nod Krai. They are injured, everything hurts, burns cover the expanse of their back, many on their arms and legs, some on their chest but not many as they had been forced onto their stomach when the building collapsed.

They fell unconscious in their lighthouse, retreating into their real lantern, distantly nothing that the fake lantern wasn't there.

Meanwhile in Khaenri'ah, Rerir and Tholindis watched in horror and desperation as the building collapsed over their beloved Fae. Why didn't they listen to Flins!MC?! Why did they not pull/hold Flins!MC when they pushed them out of the way?! Why!

WhywhywhywhywhywhywhyWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY!!!!

The two dig into the rubble, uncaring for the way fire licks at their skin, at the way their fingers and hands are skinned. They didn't find Flins!MC, but they found their lover's lantern. It was DESTROYED, the flame was… it was GONE.

No… NO!!!!

Tholindis stumbled back in horror, Rerir holding the lantern, his blade going slack in his free hand.

Flins!MC was… dead?

NO.

They REFUSED to believe it! They would get them back! They would get their lover back!

Moon Gates had been opening everywhere so maybe Flins!MC had merely fallen through, stuck, and the flame had been snuffed out because they weren't near the lantern/not on the same plane or reality as it (as you can see, they misunderstood how the lantern and it's flame work) was. The lantern frame was just destroyed because of the building and fire.

Flins!MC was alive! They had to be! Rerir and Tholindis would accept nothing else.

Then they heard it, the whispers.

If they let themselves take power from the Abyss…

They could find Flins!MC…

Yes…

They would do it…

ANYTHING to get Flins!MC back.

Meanwhile on Nod Krai…

Flins!MC woke up and exited their lantern, they look in the mirror, the rings still on their finger. Burn scars covered their arms, legs, back, a few on their front, and some on their neck. They were in their gender neutral form. They changed to their female form, the scars were still there, just like they were still there when they were in their male form.

They didn't mind the scars but… what would Rerir and Tholindis think-…

Oh Archons, Rerir and Tholindis! They thought Flins!MC was DEAD! But it was too late, they couldn't go back. Khaenri'ah was DESTROYED. The Wild Hunt is probably going to start soon. The nation was going to be ruined soon as well.

A few days later and they were right.

Nod Krai was ruined.

But instead of becoming like canon Flins and going into a deep sleep, Flins!MC grit their teeth, pushing past the pain of their lovers being gone, of their Fae family and friends being dead, of the fact they were the LAST Fae, and grabbed their lantern and weapon. They would protect Nod Krai and FIGHT BACK.

They would be a Ratnik, would even establish them, and they did. They established the Ratniks and even met Columbina, befriending the young girl. The young girl called Flins!MC mama, no matter what body they were in/what gender they were. Flins!MC was happy that the young goddess considered them her mama, that she wanted Flins!MC to be her mama. Flins!MC was still sad, but they were ok.

Their lovers were gone, probably dead, and not the phantoms that control the Wild Hunt. With how much they had changed canon the two were probably permanently dead, but Flins!MC would continue on.

The Frostmoon Scions took advantage of Columbina like in canon, but they also took advantage of Flins!MC.

How long has it been since the Calamity?

400 years…

Columbina left recently, saying that she would find a safe place, a family, a home, somewhere NO ONE would bother them and take advantage of them like the Frostmoon Scions had. Flins!MC let their beloved daughter go, but gave Columbina their rings, the ones Tholindis and Rerir gave to them. Something to remember her mama by, Flins!MC had told her when Columbina asked. Columbina had put the two rings on a small golden chain, and put the necklace on her, not bothering to hide it (Can you even IMAGINE how Pierro and Capitano react when they see the rings?!!)

Flins!MC continued on, protecting Nod Krai, ignoring the statues of them and not just Columbina like in canon, not wanting to go too deep into THOSE implications (the fact that there were STATUES of Flins!MC and carvings and poems/texts about them, calling them the eternal protector and Kuutars mother).

And those odd red and bright pink crystals were so curious. The red and bright pink crystals were drawn to each other but they didn't connect. The red crystals connected and the bright pink crystals connected but no matter what Flins!MC did, the red and pink crystals would never connect. How odd, but whatever.

They would continue on, just like usual.

Then 90 years later and Columbina is back. Flins!MC spends all day with Columbina, and spends all night fighting against the Wild Hunt. They meet Lauma and become close to the Moon Chanter.

10 years later and the Traveler appears.

How old where they again?

18,096 years old now they believe. Huh… even if they had mentally aged, they would still be considered '25-30' years old to the Fae.

Oh?And what's this? Flins!MC has just gotten news of the prophecy in Fontaine coming true. That means the Traveler and Paimon will be coming to Nod Krai in a few months.

(So Rerir and Tholindis think that the lantern is merely a container for Flins!MC's soul/heart when in reality the lantern IS Flins!MC [technically]. They think that if Flins!MC is too far from the lantern [and being on a different plane of existence would count as being too far] the flame would extinguish and go back to Flins!MC)

(I hope you liked this idea and didn't wait too long for it/didn't work yourself up wondering what it was!)

(Also does this make sense? Or should I elaborate/it was too confusing)

- 🦔 Anon

*Takes a deep breath*

AHHHHHH! I LOVE THIS!!!! 🤩🤩🤩

🦔anon! How do you do it?! How do you come up with these ideas?! They're so good! And Sinner Tholindis?! I SEE Sinner Tholindis!!! Bring me Sinner Tholindis! Let her and Rerir be freaky and terrifying with Abyssal corruption! Let them be a Yandere couple who wanted their beautiful and handsome Fae lover back!

Besides that... I feel like a broken record, but I love the lore you built up with Flins!MC, and even that tidbit with them being Columbina's 'mom', which I find absolutely adorable.

A neglected reader raised by the old ladies of Gotham.

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The appearance of Bruce Wayne’s daughter was quite a scandal. She was born from a flimsy woman, an unknown who was quick to sign her parental rights away and get out of the picture with a big check.

His daughter made her debut and lost public interest in a month. Her name was not heard again until her twelfth birthday. She was not the youngest, just a middle and forgettable child, a touch too shy to ask for help when a vapid man pestered her while her siblings and father were busy making connections.

Mirna could still remember dear Martha comforting her after a hard beating, keeping quiet in her shame while using her nursing degree to patch Mirna up. Martha was famous for her tea dates, where women would come “pressured” by their husbands to make a good impression on the Waynes.

All a lie. Martha would spot a woman in trouble and send an invitation.

Times have changed; fewer women are ready to endure a bad egg. But when it was almost a miracle to have a decent husband—one who would only shame you with whores—it was sweet Martha who stood up to help in silence, even when most of them envied her.

Thomas was a jewel, too much in love with Martha to hurt her in any way. The perfect marriage, a dream that ended too soon in a dirty alley. They had endured their tears at the funeral, afraid to show their love for Martha, knowing that their husbands had only allowed their interaction with the understanding that it was more a chore than a joyous time.

Their grief was quiet, but the women that Martha had saved grew up to stand by themselves, to honor her friend in a tight group who would help other wives in need.

The bad eggs were fewer with each generation, but they still stayed vigilant behind snarky and bitter masks. If they could raise the ire of a man in less than five minutes, they would mark him on the blacklist. If he was single, he would find no wife in all of Gotham.

They were old, nosy, and worse... committed.

So, seeing Martha’s granddaughter by herself, and quite obviously forgotten by her father and siblings, made Mirna’s heart ache. Mirna, of course, disposed of the man as soon as she got near, but didn’t stay to chat with the young girl. Still, she told her niece to keep an eye on her. She wanted to believe that this was the mistake of just one night; dear Brucie was sometimes forgetful, but she had seen how much he loved his kids, defending them with fierceness.

More galas came, and each time they saw her alone. What made them move was her smile, that cursed smile full of brightness that concealed the weight of a broken family behind it.

They had worked so hard in honor of Martha, then seeing her granddaughter, who mirrored her in all her beauty, made them seethe in rage.

They may be trapped in their marriages, but Martha’s granddaughter will not be.

The first thing was showing her how to find the secluded room that guarded their little club at each gala. Gaining her trust was not easy work, but experience came to hand more times than not.

“I don’t need pity,” she would reply with anger.

“Don’t be silly, girl,” Olivia would snap. “Needing help doesn’t make you less.”

Olivia was a widow, a lucky widow whose spouse had left a big fortune and no hidden debts. She was the prime benefactor of the tea club, mocked for it. Those outside their circle would only consider it an expensive way to gossip, where old crones would throw venom at each other.

There was gossip and venom; they needed to have their own fun. But they were not heartless, bitter old bitches.

Nosy, maybe.

“I’m not my grandmother either.”

“Oh honey, we can see it,” Olivia laughed. “Dear Martha didn’t need anyone to defend her.”

“Olivia!” reprimanded Esther at her rude words.

“But she was a grown woman; you are just a girl,” continued Olivia. “So, if you are smart enough, you would see this as an opportunity.”

The anger stayed in her eyes, but curiosity was born.

“What for?”

“To seek a life of your choice, be free of your golden cage,” Mirna said. “Let us train you, so one day you become a shining star above everyone else.”

A single tear fell upon her cheek.

“They are never going to love me, are they?”

“I don’t have the answer, but don’t chase love, dear.” Mirna cleaned her face. “The only one who you must seek to love is yourself. Those that come after must give you affection freely, not with conditions.”

Things changed for the better. While Bruce and his children remained quite ignorant of her affairs, Alfred spotted the sudden bond between her and the old ladies of Gotham and chose to say nothing. He had seen her loneliness, so the change on her lips, where a sincere smile adorned, was a nice sight.

After school, she would go to Olivia’s mansion, take lessons, and hear old anecdotes. They would encourage her to take piano lessons, wear clothes even if she separated from her family’s usual trend, and not care about her calorie intake.

Even if not all the days were good, they stayed. Through her tears and laughs, a bond forged deep in their hearts: no longer only Martha’s granddaughter, but theirs. A precious girl who grew up to be a breathtaking lady, one who could command a room with kindness, but be just as stubborn as her grandmother when seeing someone in need of help.

Being a socialite was way different with social media, but their knowledge was put to good use. Their darling would show them her Instagram account; the millions on it made them proud as peacocks. The photos were carefully selected, but what melted them was the way she was proud to show her “Fierce grandmas,” as she titled the shot with all of them in the middle of a Sunday brunch.

The care they had given her: every day, she paid it forward.

So, while their dear girl didn’t need a man... they lived to see her fall in love.

A good man; they made sure of it.

So, with their go-ahead, Charles proposed. When the call came in the middle of the night, the congratulations came as quickly as tears appeared.

And how late Bruce saw his daughter. Too late to rectify his neglect, but in time to see her form her own family.

“Father,” she called, arriving in the morning. “Sorry to interrupt your breakfast. I know you’ve got a busy schedule, but I think a year is enough notice.” She spoke kindly, but not affectionately. “My wedding is next spring; could you take three days to be in Monaco?”

The answer doesn’t come, so she continues to talk.

“Maybe two days? You can skip the rehearsal, but if you don’t come to the wedding, everyone is going to talk more about it than about my big day,” she explains.

Bruce exhales.

“W-wedding?” he asks. “With who?”

Shock is so overwhelming that his mind doesn’t register at first how his daughter negotiates the days just to make him come—the way she only wants him there to evade gossip, not from a need to have her father there.

“Charles. I presented you to him two years ago, at the charity gala for Women’s Empowerment.” She sends him a resigned look. “Last week, we took our engagement photos in the mansion. I left you a note in your office.”

He didn’t remember Charles or the note.

“Maybe he could come to dinner today?”

He needed to text the kids to know if they knew of this.

“Really?” She arches an eyebrow, annoyed. “I have invited you and the rest plenty of times to come to dinner with us; you always ghost us.” She tells him, “I thank you for the invitation, but we are taking a plane tonight, so we can’t come.”

She goes after that, without getting an apology or an explanation. Just leaving a white-and-golden invitation that smells faintly like cinnamon.

He finds the note she mentions. The thing is that the office is more a facade; he is more comfortable in the Batcave. His kids know to leave a note there if they require his attention... just not her.

His only child out of familiar vigilantism. And he finds that this runs deeper than a moment of forgetfulness; at best, he has been absent. Stacked in one of the desk drawers, he finds more notes.

There were plenty of them from her childhood; they became shorter, colder, and fewer after she turned thirteen. He read glimpses of her life that he ignored... neglected.

It was hard to find that he had not been her father at all.

Alfred finds him in the middle of his unveiling.

“I think I lost hope that one day you would read them when the young miss was ten.”

“You never mentioned the notes to me,” Bruce’s voice is barely a whisper.

“I did, at the beginning,” he says. “But Gotham was turbulent, and your focus—Master Wayne—kept slipping back to the city.”

“And I give her nothing from me.” Dread has made a home in his chest. “I think the birthdays that I attended were barely because I stepped in by mistake,” he confesses. “I handle the rest of the kids’ gifts, but I can’t remember picking hers.”

“Mrs. Wilson had done it every year, just like the Christmas gift,” Alfred told him. “You should give a bonus to your secretary; she has fine taste.”

A bitter laugh left his lips.

“Did she even know I’m Batman?” he asks.

“If she does, she has never mentioned it.”

Even if she knew, after all these years it was barely an excuse to have lost most of her life.

“She is going to marry some guy called Charles.”

“I know. She called when he proposed; she was delighted.” Alfred sighs. “Master Bruce, this is not fixable, but the least you can do is make her wedding the best day. Spare her the sorrow of the media pointing out your absences; they have done it before, and she has denied it with a smile, even if it was painful to lie.”

He nods.

Night comes, and before the kids leave, he asks his children if they know that their sister is getting married.

“Cassandra?” Dick asks, confused. “With who?”

“Can’t be married if we disappear the groom,” says Jason.

That their assumption goes straight to Cassandra just shows Bruce how she is barely part of their lives.

“No, idiots,” Tim calls out. “The princess is marrying; it’s all over her social media.”

“You knew?” Bruce questions, hopeful that one of his children had formed a bond with their sister.

“Hard to miss when it’s all over the news,” he says, still putting his weapon in place. “It’s good she’s leaving; she’s quite delicate for the city.”

“I don’t know how that weakling has kept herself alive all this time,” mentions Damian without cruelty, just stating a fact.

It hurts Bruce more than words can express, the way they dismiss her like gossip. But how can he demand their care when even he ignored her whole life?

He realized that she had lived her whole life being a stranger in her own home.

No father and no siblings... and now, upon her marriage, for the first time all his thoughts focus on her.

Too late to reach her, to show her he loves her, even when he has not cared for her. So, he does more than the least she expected from him.

When next spring comes, he takes the whole week to concentrate on the wedding. Seeing her surprise and relief is enough. He can’t condense years of apology into a single week, but he tries his best to make this week special.

He is there every morning during her bride meetings, even if he stands out like a sore thumb between her friends and the three older ladies who check every corner of the venue like it is a war field.

“Charles is taking his car to race; you can go if you want, Father.”

“I’m okay here, sweetheart.”

She smiles at him, even if not fully convinced.

He had investigated, but observing the life she had made by herself was quite different from seeing it from a screen.

She has inherited the title of “Princess of Gotham” that the media once threw at him, but while he wore it scandalously, she uses it with grace. Her life is gentle, but she has worked hard for it, with the help of the older ladies that he once marked as exhausting.

They are not the harpy he made up in his mind, not if they care so deeply for his daughter. Now he sees it was a facade, just like his Brucie persona.

Walking her to the altar is agonizing. But he supports it with a smile. She smiles shyly at her soon-to-be husband, and he looks at her, full of devotion... In a single second, he can almost see his parents in them.

The rare love he thought he would never see again. He finds himself crying in silence for the girl he failed, for the woman who has found happiness, and for the daughter he never saw.

Alfred silently extends a handkerchief.

He has no right to feel like he is losing her when he never took her hand. Apologies don’t come out of his mouth, but when the dance arrives, he embraces his daughter tenderly.

“I wish your happiness lasts all your life, my dear daughter.” His voice chokes a little with emotion.

There were not enough apologies to reverse what he had done. His daughter observed him for a long time in silence; tears glinted in her eyes, but some storm in her heart calmed at his words. She didn’t forgive him, but she laid her head on his chest.

For the first time, she stops being defensive in his presence. He treasures the moment and the photo.

Three years later, in winter, he travels for the birth of his first grandchild.

He shared happiness that he didn’t deserve, barely holding back a sob when his daughter presented his grandchild in a Batman blanket.

They share a knowing look while Charles coos at the newborn.

“You were not a father at all,” his daughter confesses years later, “but you are a wonderful grandpa.”

Extra scene.

They were quite conscious that she would move with her husband to Monaco, and while keeping in touch was easy nowadays... they had always been nosy! So it must not have been a surprise when the three old goats decided to retire to Monaco too.

Someone had to keep the fort safe when Charles went to race for Ferrari in the season. And, of course, their darling traveled with him as much as she could, so they were always preparing her a suitcase with outfits for the next country.

So, it came as a shock when suddenly a book called “Gotham’s Tea Club” was published.

Martha’s altruism was well known, but the depth of it revealed a tale of how kindness could surpass death and travel through time. Decades after her death, her good heart had even touched her granddaughter.

A lot of women, even if some in anonymity, shared their testimony. Kindness had not stayed only with the wealthy; it had reached even the lowest neighborhoods of Gotham.

Esther reads with tears how her old housekeeper remembers her acting quite bratty about how she needed to stay in the mansion during Christmas, even if she “must” bring her children with her. That winter they were homeless after her husband died and left her with three little children; she described how her old boss acted cold-hearted but was all warm and fuzzy at her core. The kids and she stayed for a whole year, always under the excuse of how Esther could “endure” them just to keep the house working. They got a new place with cash her youngest child found inside her teddy bear.

No word was shared, and there was no surprise when Carmen told her boss she had found a place. She worked for Esther till the kids graduated college, never telling her how she had replicated the tea club in her own neighborhood.

He's only worked with a few gators in the past, large strong hybrids who can finally give him a challenge on the mats. Sure, ghost isn't exactly thrilled to deal with his territory instincts again, but having someone he doesn't have to translate his body language for would be nice.

"...where's the fockin' gator?" Ghost asks, staring directly at you with crossed arms. "That's a child."

Ghost can recognize that you're certainly a gator, but you must be some fucked up malnourished one because you're so...tiny.

You barely reach up to his chest, tiny tail swishing along the ground instead of dragging like his own. When you glare up at him and bellow, it comes out at a weird bark. Nothing compared to the proper bellow ghost can make.

Just to prove his point, ghost draws in a breath then lets out a deep, resounding bellow that vibrates low in his chest.

He chuckles at the way your eyes widen, jumping back instinctively only to growl "i am a gator, asshole. I'm just a Yangtze alligator."

Ghost...gets used to you, eventually.

He never really has to fight off territorial instincts, you're too small and cute to register as a threat. Instead, ghost has to remind himself you're technically a teammate and shouldn't be picked up by the vest just because his instincts see you as a hatchling.

It'd be easier to stop if your growling and lashing tail weren't so adorable.

(Picture of American vs Yangtze alligator below the cut)

Then when Penth, Annabeth, and Grover meet Ares during the quest, he figures out who she is within seconds. Which results in, the God of War going into overprotective dad mode. Gabe? Brutally murdered! The child support Poseidon never paid? Ares paid for it, with interest! The only weapon Penth has is a sword? Here kid, have a gun! XD

Imagine if Penth was strangely obsessed with the Amazons and the company Amazon as a kid. Sally would likely be very confused, and a tad bit concerned.

The Ares Cabin know in their bones that Penthe is their sister, and start treating her like she is from the start (they are very confused and concerned by Ares not claiming her immediately like he usually does—especially his daughters).

When Poseidon claims her a week after she arrives at camp, Clarisse and her siblings are convinced he stole their sister, and refuse to believe otherwise (which in a sense he did).

Penthe was absolutely obsessed with the Amazons and the company Amazon as a child. Whenever Sally talked about Penthe’s father she always got a confused look on her face…because it just didn’t sound right.

When they meet at the diner, Penthe lights up, accidentally calling Ares “Tata”, pulling herself out of the booth and running to him. He instinctively scoops her up into his arms, immediately deciding not to send her to get his shield from Hephaestus’s trap, but when she finds out it’s missing she begs to go get it for him anyway.

He does warn her that it’s booby-trapped, and thanks to the warning, Penthe and Annabeth manage to escape it without getting humiliated. Ares got shocked by Penthe’s presence enough that he finally figures out that he’s being influenced by something…and goes to Apollo for it. They figure out a titan is messing with his mind, and Ares goes to Zeus about the Bolt and the Helm, Apollo coming along to smooth things over with Zeus and explain about the possession.

Their father is annoyed, but if any of his children was going to get manipulated and possessed by a titan it was probably going to be Ares. Ares is very apologetic and embarrassed by the whole mess. Unfortunately, Ares’s mind was so twisted around he doesn’t actually know where the Bolt is at the moment, and the magic that was used on the sheath prior to Ares catching Luke means they can’t summon it without being in the Underworld.

Penthe, Annabeth and Grover end up getting dropped off at DOA Recording Studios with Hades’s helm and the Bolt’s sheath a few days before the deadline, Luke’s Cursed shoes nowhere to be found as Ares sensed the curse once his mind was clear and took them as evidence for Zeus.

They do not have the pearls because Ares doesn’t trust Poseidon or any of his spawn anywhere near his daughters—not after Alcippe—and would not allow them to stop in Santa Monica (and he does not care that Penthe is no longer biologically his—he will fight Poseidon and reclaim Penthe as his daughter if he has to, even find a way to change her dna that Poseidon gave her to his).

When Sally is returned, while Penthe, Annabeth and Grover are on a plane back to New York, the Helm back with Hades and the Bolt in their possession, it’s to a suspiciously clean apartment, Gabe is nowhere to be found, Penthe’s room has had a total makeover (and no, it’s not sea-themed), and the god of War is sitting at her kitchen table, Penthe’s birth certificate in hand with the space for her father’s name empty as it has been for nearly 13 years, and a check for more money than she could have ever dreamed of written out and signed by Ares.

Sadly, the ton was full of men like his brothers, and Colin's quest to find some new friends was not going well. Then one day he ran into one Mr. Albion Finch and one Mr. Harry Dankworth. Neither men were that popular in the ton but he found they were a lot happier than most others.

Both Albion and Harry were naturally happy people who preferred going to Gunter's over White's. Both also shared a love of food like Colin. Tea times has become much more exciting ever since Colin, Albion, and Harry have started bringing different foods they have found for the others to try.

Colin soon found himself spending more and more time with these two gentlemen over his old school friends, and he finds he's happier. He finds he cares less about what some others think of him. Oh, he still craves his brothers' approval, which probably won't go away, but he's coming to terms he doesn't have to be like them. Even if they don't take him seriously, his dear friend Penelope does.

It's at a ball he spots his dear friend with her family when Albion and Harry both stare in her direction as well.

"Colin, who is that?" Albion asked, mesmerized. Harry just kept staring in the same direction as the Featheringtons.

"Baron Featherington and his family," Colin said. He gestures to the women of the family. "Lady Featherington, Miss Prudence Featherington, Miss Philippa, and Miss Penelope."

Part 1

Endings:

Forgive

No forgiveness(Kofi/Patreon Only)

Yandere Sons take out the old hive(Kofi/Patreon Only)

A/N: Hii, this was available to kofi/patreon early, and some of the endings will be exclusively there! Also, the relationship between you and your bee hybrid sons is completely platonic! It’s pretty obvious in this fic but I get weird questions and just want to clarify. Thanks!

They regret not appreciating your kindness and soft nature when they appoint their new queen.

She was taller, more lithe and graceful. They threw you out the second they saw her on the street. Your sons of course followed, shocked and devastated that their own fathers and fellow hive would do this to you!

You had served as the queen for nearly five years now, creating the new generation and caring for them with all your heart.

But you were a bit fragile, not able to bear as many young as the previous queen. The hive had loved you at first, adoring you endlessly, but when they noticed how little eggs made it to the birthing stage, they realized that you may not ever rebuild their hive in the way that they hoped.

They slowly began to stop caring for you as much, leaving your care to your sons. Some of the hive even went out and flirted with other females, leaving you to incubate those eggs with only your children by your side.

Most grew resentful, seeing you as nothing more than a burden to the hive.

By the fifth year, the only bees in the hive that had remained loyal to you were the very ones you birthed.

Your children disliked how you were treated, but stayed because taking you away may cause issues. Your safety was their top priority, but they were also deeply in tune with your emotions.

The hive stopped even pretending to care near the end, shunning you for not being a good enough queen. They buzzed around haughtily, being so bold as to bring other females into the hive right in front of you!

Your heart ached. At first you had truly loved that hive, sacrificing most of your human life and your body to bare eggs in a womb that could barely maintain them.

You had done so much, yet they didn't seem to care.

In their hearts they knew they were being cruel. But they were selfish and greedy, wanting the hive to flourish... but that couldn't happen with you around.

"She'll be banished."

Your sons stared at the council member in shock as they announced the decision. "Are you joking? She's the queen, you can't-"

"It states that if a queen is no longer fit to rule, then she will be banished and a new queen will be chosen. When a queen can't lay the right amount of eggs, she cannot function correctly."

One of your sons, the prince stepped forward, his wings buzzing threateningly. "You've treated her like garbage for years, and now you're going to abandon her? Is that really how we treat a queen?"

"Hardly a queen, if you ask me."

A female said, crossing her legs. The prince turned on his heels, hissing. "You shouldn't even be in this hive, the queen is the only female allowed-"

"She's not the queen anymore. Get her out and leave."

The bee hybrids watched in awe as every single son of hers stood. "If she leaves, we leave with her. You've all become so greedy, taking advantage of our mother and pushing her to her limits and expecting her to just roll over and take it. You're a disgrace to the bee hybrid name."

You were in tears when your crown was taken, crying into one of your son's chests. Your sons took up about 1/3 of the hive, and left with you.

The new queen had been already lined up to take your place. She was thin, tall, and beautiful, all that they could have asked for.

But she was also manipulative and cruel.

"The drones? Do we really need to help them? They're replaceable, aren't they?"

She crossed her legs, staring on in boredom as a worker bee reported to her. "But my queen, the drones are stuck in a storm, shouldn't we at least try to help them?"

"Of course not, I don't really care if they live or die.

I'm the queen, the most important. Shouldn't you just be happy I'm here and producing eggs?"

It quickly became obvious that the new queen cared not about her subjects, only about expanding her power and rule. The people starved, the babies hated their mother. She refused to even look at them once they were born, moving on to start another clutch.

The new queen picked only the most handsome and fit bee hybrids to mate with, creating only a small gene pool. This meant that the ones she mated with were constantly tired, and the others were increasingly sexually frustrated.

A few bee hybrids sat in a common room, depressed.

"Remember when the old queen would come down here and listen to our woes? She would mate with all of the hive, not just a select few..."

"The old queen made sure that the elders were taken care of. Not a single senior was left behind."

"She was so warm and soft, the new queen has no warmth in her body or soul."

They missed you.

But could they ever say they deserved you back?

Thinking of the years of neglect and mistreatment, of how they had taken your love and kindness for granted…

It all came to an end when the queen came before the council. She was as cold as ever, her eyes empty as she spoke.

"Thank you all for making me your queen and being so... stupid."

Her vacant eyes glanced over the room, and suddenly the smell of decay became almost overwhelming as her body began to wriggle and shift.

"That previous queen of yours had been keeping us at bay for nearly five years, and you let us in easily."

The new queen was ripped apart, parasite wasp larvae falling onto the ground and wriggling towards the nearest bee hybrid, attaching themselves and burrowing into their abdomen.

The room erupted into a frenzy of bees being eaten alive while others tried to escape. Even after leaving the room, several council members were seized by infected bees, taking them down with the rest of the hive.

Only around 100 members of the original hive survived, and while they flew away from the remnants of their home, all they could think about was you.

In all your years of being queen, you had been fighting to keep them safe. You tried so hard, barely able to lay eggs due to the intense stress of taking on the imminent threat of the parasite wasp hybrids alone.

You hid all of the pain, all of the work you did just to give them some peace of mind… and they repaid you by abandoning you when you needed them most.

You hadn’t failed them as a queen, no. They failed you as a hive. The hive wouldn’t exist without you, and had quickly fallen to ruin with your absence.

All they could hope for was that you would forgive them.

~

You smiled to yourself, one of you infant sons sleeping on your lap as your new hive buzzed around you. Without all the stress that had been piled on you, incubating eggs was easy.

“Mother, I’ve prepared your dinner.”

One of your sons nuzzled his antennae against your forehead in a sign of innocent affection before setting your plate on your nightstand. Even when they got older, they were still your babies.

Your sons had quickly formed a hive with you after you were banished, and now you lived a happy life with them and the new bee hybrids that joined.

Any bees that had been ostracized were welcome to join, and your sons personally interviewed each new possible mate of the queen to make sure they wouldn’t betray you.

After all, they loved their mom, and wanted you to be happy over anything else. They didn’t care if you laid eggs or not, they could spend the rest of their days snuggling with and taking care of you and be perfectly content.

But you wanted to have more children, to make a new hive where you’d be loved and happy.

Of course, any wish you had would be fulfilled. They set off and gathered any bee hybrids they could, wanting their mama to find her confidence in being a queen again.

It felt nice to be able to mate again, to be loved intimately. The new bee hybrids were loving and gentle, appreciating every soft curve of your body answ kissing away any tears you shed from your lingering insecurities.

Your sons worked on building a hive and producing honey while the new bee hybrids helped you with creating new children to add on to the hive. You felt like one, big, happy family.

It all came to a halt when the bees guarding the entrance to your hive brought forth an intruder.

You instantly recognized him as a council member from your old hive.

Memories of all the awful things they said and the circumstances of your banishment came to your mind, making your breathing quicken.

“My queen-“

“Don’t you dare call her that, you scum!”

The prince said, standing in front of you protectively “She isn’t your queen anymore, you made that decision yourself.”

The council member hung his head in shame. “… I know. Trust me, we all regret that deeply.”

You gently pulled the prince to you, giving his antennae a gentle caress to calm him down. Even if he was a prince, he was still one of your sons, and they were all angry on your behalf.

When you stayed silent, the former council member continued. “The hive… it’s gone. The new queen was a pawn for the parasitic wasps.”

This caused your hive to buzz anxiously. Many of the new members were from broken or destroyed hives by those hybrids.

Some were just little ones, torn away from their mothers, watching as the queens that birthed them were killed. Their tiny bodies trembled as they clung to your side, of course you had adopted them.

“Why do you darken my doorway, saying such things in front of the children?” you said, gathering the terrified babies into your arms. “You have no business here, I’ve been banished.”

“My queen-“

The prince was across the room in a split second, holding a knife to the former council member’s throat. “Don’t make me tell you again, scum. That is my mother, not your queen.”

You lifted a hand, and the prince backed away slightly, but stayed within arms reach. “… what about the new queen’s children?”

“… most of them were infected with the queen’s parasites. Those that we could save were in a dire state, while the rest perished.”

You let out a distressed whine, clutching one of the orphans' hands to comfort them. It wasn’t easy being a mother and hearing about the death of children.

“And what do you want from me?”

He took a moment to think before speaking. “Shelter for the children… they’re scared and hungry, most of them have severe injuries and illnesses as well.”

“… alright. Basil, please contact the worker bees and have them set up a temporary quarantine room, with enough room to accommodate 30 children.”

You sat back down on your throne, peering down at the former council member. He had been someone you had loved, even mated with years ago. A few of your sons were a result of that… yet in this moment you resented him and all the previous hive had done.

“I will only be taking in the children.”

Before he could protest, he stopped himself and stood. “I understand… please, do not hate them because of what we did. They are innocent in this.”

As you watched over the construction of the quarantine room, you occasionally glanced outside.

Your former hive members, at least, what was left of them was gathered around. They gave up their children, only wanting their survival.

When they spotted you looking, they stared up at you with remorse and longing.

They’d be staying nearby while waiting for the children to recover, and the threat of the parasitic wasps still lingered.

Would you ever be able to forgive them, especially if it meant joining forces and gaining knowledge to protect yourselves in a world that was changing rapidly?

Or would you turn your back on them, just like they had done to you? It was only fair, and how could you trust them when they already betrayed you once?

The choice was yours.

Which ending do y’all want to see first?

—————

This never occurred to me. Not once. That Americans are against Health Care because they think it actually costs tens of thousands of dollars for a broken arm, hundreds of thousands for a complicated birth, millions for cancer treatment.

I’ve had these same drops before living in the UK. They cost me seven GBP.

It’s the exact same drug, same steroid, same strain of antibiotic. But somehow the US gets away with charging $100 for a generic non brand version of a drug which is easy to create and widely used. It’s downright robbery, but also a form of eugenics through poverty and class warfare. You keep the poor poor by making sure basic necessities remain unattainable and then you make it seem like the norm so no one fights it.

The rest of the world is not like this.

I’m in the exam room, post diagnosis and with pill bottles in hand, and in walks the one nurse I’ve been able to speak to the entire time. She pats my hand and tells me (and this is verbatim—I will never forget this conversation as long as I live), “I’m so sorry. We had to run those tests, and they are expensive. You don’t have insurance so you will have to cover the full cost.”

I start crying.

She continues, softly, as if telling me someone has died, “It’s going to be three hundred.”

I start sobbing, certain I’ve misheard, certain that I would be absolutely fucked, broke and going into debt in a foreign country. “Thousand?” I clarify.

Her entire demeanor changed, and she looked at me as if I had sprouted four extra heads. “No,” she says, “euros.”

I went to the UK for graduate school, and being there for that long meant I had to buy insurance for the duration. 18 months was something like £800 (this was in the early 2010’s). I, being American, figured “oh ok, that’s the premium and if I need serious medical care, I’ll get charged deductibles and all other kinds of fees at the time of care), because that’s how it works here.

Some time in the early part of that winter, I got incredibly sick. I’m immunocompromised, so sometimes that happens. But being a broke ass grad student in a foreign country, and dealing with unrelated financial abuse from family members, I figured I couldn’t afford going to the hospital. I figured I’d go to their version of Walgreen’s (Superdrug, and yes that is really that store’s name, load up on cough drops, some OTC meds, and try to ride it out as best I could.

One of my friends in my program came over to check on me and offer help. When she got to my room and saw how sick I was, she asked why I hadn’t gone to hospital. I was near tears and said I couldn’t afford it.

This is when I suspect my friend knew she was dealing with an American who was ignorant of how socialized healthcare actually worked, and realized that I couldn’t really be reasoned with. So she said, “I’ll pay for it- let’s go.”

Off we went to hospital, my friend did the talking bc my voice was so shot. The receptionist said, “as you don’t have an appointment, you may need to wait quite a bit.” I heard that and figured 5+ hours was at least what I was in for.

23 minutes later, my name was called.

My friend went back with me, bc I was pretty out of it. The nurse leading us back apologized for the “huge wait” because having a sick patient wait “nearly half an hour just for medical care” was unacceptable. I was stunned.

The nurse and doc asked some questions, looked at the medical records I had on my phone (bc I was a foreigner with very little medical history in the country), did a few rapid tests. The whole time, I’m seeing an old-timey calculator ringing up charges and freaking out… even though my friend said she’d pay, I was so conditioned to believe this would cost a fortune.

About 30 mins later, the rapid tests confirm I have both bronchitis and pneumonia. Doc writes me a prescription for some serious heavy-duty meds. My American ass is thinking, “ok, so now I go home, wait for 4 days for the pharmacy to fill it, then go get it.” The doc tells me that there’s a pharmacy counter on the way out, and I can stop there to collect the meds before heading home.

I’m skeptical but thank him. My friend gets me to the pharmacy counter. I give my name and hand over the paper, fully expecting to be told that it’ll take days to fill. The pharmacist turns around, pulls a bag off the shelf, hands it to me. Because my meds were already filled and waiting.

Me: you had them already?

Pharmacist: of course- there’d be no point in sending you home without medication, that’s why you came here. To get medical help.

Me: that’s so fast? (I am very confused)

Pharmacist: well, we expect people to have these illnesses at a higher rate this time of year, so we do our best to stock up on our end.

Me: that’s so nice? Also, what do I owe you?

Pharm: sorry, love?

Me: what do I owe you? For the medication? And the visit. All of it, how much do I need to pay?

Chat, her whole fact changed. She realized I didn’t just sound funny because I was in respiratory distress. I had an American accent. She reached over and patted my hand.

“Love, that’s what the health insurance is meant to be for. You’ve already paid for this. We’re not taking extra money off you, we don’t do that here.”

The entire visit was less than 2 hours, absolutely free, and everyone worked to be as efficient as possible in the goal of providing comprehensive healthcare for me, the patient.

Once I got home with the meds, I did actually recover pretty well (and relatively quickly, as far as I’m concerned). I talked to the friend after, and she admitted that she knew it was going to be free, but that I wouldn’t or couldn’t understand that in the brain fog of serious illness, so she said what she had to in order to get my stubborn (and terrified of bankruptcy) ass to the doctor.

What else to add...

Probably the reactions of the other gods?

Yeah, Furina!MC's new family would be VERY protective of her, and feel pure disguat and rage towards Neuvillette and Fontaine.

Hermes is already planning murder with Odysseus, and every other human that was fond of Furina!MC. Athena might also help as well.

Poseidon... hmm... I think he would help as well. In the story, he felt like a very hands-off parent to Furina!MC, but the moment he gets the full story of what exactly she went through... well, he might be willing to work with Odysseus and his nephew to murk some idiots... and maybe flood a whole nation-

But, imagine Trash of the Count's Family/Lout of the Count's Family x Reader but Reader is a Navia!MC...

✨ C H A O S ✨

Hear me out... What if us Readers, who I'll call MC for short, got isekai'ed into Lout of the Count's Family as Navia, making her Navia!MC... Not only that, Navia!MC is the illegitimate and unknown youngest daughter of Zed Crossman making her the Half sister of Alberu Crossman, different mothers, same father with Zed Crossman. So Navia!MC is not a quarter dark elf, in fact, nobody knew, not even her, that she's Zed's youngest child born out of a one night stand. It was only after later on with Cale that he somehow confirmed her to be related to Alberu. Navia!MC is surprised and is happy to have a brother, she doesn't give a damn if Alberu is a dark elf, but does she want to be a princess?

Navia!MC: "OH HELL NAH—"

Back to Navia!MC, she was raised by her aunt after her bio mom died of child birth, after all Zed Crossman had no clue he had a daughter. And by 16 years old, she created the Spina Di Rosula to catch and beat criminals to let out her stress and gather information about potential threats. And within two years her bases had expanded A LOT. Now she's the same age as Cale. Cale x Navia!MC? Possibly, kinda cute honestly. Raon saw her as a mom perhaps? Navia!MC is not happy when she finds out what happened to Raon... So she blew up Venion Stan's bases and burned all his clothes. Eruhaben is secretly cackling when he heard this from Raon.

Raon: "Goldie Gramps! Don't worry about that trash Venion! Golden Rose Lady had blown his bases and clothes up!"

This is probably cringe but why not

I LOOVE XMEN (one day yall might see a cyclops x reader CUZ HES MY MAN) part 2 later maybe...

LETHAL TO THE TOUCH

For as long as you could remember, you’d been living in this godforsaken mansion — its four walls your only company, your only tormentor. You never stepped foot off the manor’s grounds. Well, except that one time you did, and Bruce had to send out bloodhounds across Gotham City just to find you. And when I say bloodhounds, I mean his nightmare of sons.

All you could remember from that night was a passed-out Tim and you being carried like a sack of potatoes over Jason’s shoulder so you couldn’t do any more damage. Oh, the punishment was vicious. He took away all your electronics and even told Duke to take the TV, at which you begged him not to. But the little traitor just shrugged and said, “It’s for your own good, [Name]. Come on, you shouldn’t have run off.”

Was he dropped as a baby or something? How could someone be so stupid? How could he not understand why you ran away? This place was a creepy prison with too many wardens, and you could hardly do anything.

“I can’t stay here forever, you!” you yelled at Duke, who was walking down the stairs with your box TV in hand.

“B-Man would beg to differ!” he yelled right back, and you could just hear the smug tone in his voice.

Okay, so yeah there was a reason you were stuck here. In the words of Babs and him, you were dangerous. And not in the teen rebellion kind of way, but in the actual, do damage kind of way. You were dangerous to the touch.

Ever since you were five, when your mother fell down in the middle of the kitchen after hugging you so tight upon seeing your report card.

“My smart girl,” she had whispered, kissing your cheek as she slowly grew weaker. “[Name], you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”

You watched as your mother began to look old and tired, slumping to the ground. Yes dangerous. You were fucking dangerous. She’d been stuck in a coma for sixteen years.

The only time you were allowed to leave the mansion was to bring flowers to her, to see her because she was your everything. You yearned to touch her so badly, but every time you tried, Babs would push your hand away and say, in that cold, calculated voice, “Remember the last time you touched her.”

God, that redhead always found a way to make you cry, cutting every visit short. Even after all this time, you still carried the faint scent of your mother in your hair, the warmth of her touch lingering on your skin. And even now, you dreamed of her every night.

God, you wished you could absorb her dreams just to see what she really thought about you the way she said she did.

You were taken care of by your grandma during your younger days, but your memories of her were never pretty. She feared you, like any old woman would, and she hated you from the minute you were born to the second you put her dear daughter in a coma. That woman wanted you gone any way possible because, in her words, “I could never take care of such a demon!”

You remembered hearing her yell on the phone to a certain man. She paced up and down the hallway so furiously you were sure she’d burn the floors with the way she moved and swayed, screaming into the receiver. You sat on the stairs, watching.

“She killed her mother, for God’s sake! I can’t have that—that—that THING in my house!” she shrieked, like you were the devil himself.

“This is your fault, Bruce! You got my pride pregnant, and look what it brought me the devil! And she’s got your blood!”

Her southern accent only made it worse. You ran up to your room crying, and the only comfort you had were the four walls again and the little Jesus cross that sat upright in front of your bed. It was like her way of saying, “It’s true. You are the devil.”

After that, an old man in a business suit came and made your grandma sign some papers. She didn’t even hesitate. The older man then reached out a gloved hand to you.

“And who are you, my dear?” he asked.

He was English. You’d only ever heard that kind of accent in movies, not in the sweaty swamps of Louisiana.

“You shouldn’t touch me, sir. I’m the devil,” you whispered, clutching your hands in your coverallssomething you still do. Everyone in town knew not to touch you, afraid they’d end up like your poor mother.

But he laughed right in your face and gently took both your hands out of your pockets, holding them in his. A great gamble, if anything but nothing happened. The old English man didn’t even flinch.

“See? Not so dangerous, right?” he said softly, kneeling down to your level. Then he pulled out a pair of gloves of his own and slipped them onto your little hands.

And that sweet old man your world was Alfred Pennyworth

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