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vesuviannights · 5 years ago

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On the first day of KinkMas, a bastard Dom gave to me...

1 Chastity Cage, with Tarek x Ari 🍋🍋

Ari is a bastard Dom, and Tarek has a wicked tongue. They occasionally like to practise new things on each other and unwind. Tarek belongs to @fantasmagorias (and is a fine piece of ass).

Featuring: chastity cage, light bondage, spitting, biting/light blood, Dominant Ari, “submissive” Tarek (he’s actually a Dom here, he’s just acting as a willing experiment participant).

DAYS OF KinkMas: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12

Hello!

So after probing people on discord about their apprentices, I was originally planning on doing ‘12 Days of KinkMas’ from 25th - 4th, but if you’re even remotely great at math you will be able to tell that I’m a solid 3 days late on that front. I’m still going to do it, exactly as planned, just not when I should have.

Each day has a kink/thing related to the number, with a different apprentice being paired with either of mine (Eli or Ari). This is both a Christmas gift to people who make me aggressively horny, as well as a good chance for me to practise writing short things that I don’t overthink to much.

“Why exactly did I agree to this, again?”

Tarek’s near-resigned growl rolls through his chest as Ari’s head bobs near his lap, the only sounds from her being impatient little signs and thoughtful hmms. A few moments later, she pops up with a wide grin on her face, though there’s a bit too much teeth and a bastard glint in her eye that are perhaps just enough to offset any comforting thoughts he might have had about the…situation.

“You agreed,” she starts, pushing her hair off her shoulder. Tarek swipes out at it, the long strands slipping through his fingertips and falling about her hips. “Because I’m adorable, and very persuasive, and also very—ah, no touching—very annoying when I don’t get my way. Tight enough?”

Tarek exhales through his nose, gaze dropping to the singular cuff that’s locking him to the chair. He rattles it, more for show than to test the strength, and when his wrist predictably stays locked in place he looks back up to Ari with a cocked eyebrow.

“What?” She asks, so softly, so innocently, he almost believes her. Almost.

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” He chuckles. His head falls back against the chair as he sighs, completely resigned to his fate. A moment later, a hand in his hair yanks it back up, and he curses under his breath. “Watch it!”

“Mmmm,” Ari tilts her head, that wicked grin returning. “I don’t think I will.”

She knocks his knees apart with the tip of her toe, still holding his hair just tight enough to let him know there’s no point in a fight. The movement reveals his cock, red and swollen against the glinting metal that surrounds it.

Her eyes flicker over the sight, near unreadable alongside her low voice. “And how is mommy’s favourite little fucktoy doing?”

“Don’t call it that. It’s not a toy.”

“I’ll call it whatever I want, it’s mine.”

“It’s not yours, you devious little harl—hhssss!”

His hips rut backward as he hisses, trying to get away from the foot now pressed in between his legs, applying just enough pressure for it to be this side of painful. The point of her heel squeezes between the bars wrapped around his cock, pressing in on his swollen, sensitive flesh. The cuff at his wrist rattles, and he lets out a growl—much quieter this time—as he tugs it one, two, three times, before giving up and sagging back down, muscles tense and waiting for more.

“Care to try that again, baby boy?” She murmurs.

He lets out another quiet chuckle, hair falling in his face as he takes a moment to collect himself. Her heel continues to press in through the cage, a slight twist to it that moves further with every second he chooses not to speak.

And yes, he chooses not to, and he doesn’t bother to hide it as he looks back up to her, a lazy smile across his face.

“You’re absolutely bastard like this, you know that?” He asks. Ari tuts, and her heel twists just that little bit more, catching the skin near the head of his cock.

“You haven’t seen bastard me,” she tells him quietly. “If I were bastard right now, I would have gagged you and made you crawl on your hands and knees and beg for me to lash your ass until the skin broke.” She pauses, eyes moving back to his with an almost excited glint. “While wearing the cage.”

His cock twitches in said cage, and he barely holds back a groan of protest; it will only spur her on, only give her cause to ask him to do this again. This was all for practise, all for fun, one Dom to another, and he’d be fucked if he was going to let her win out on their silent, unspoken competition.

“Now—” She sighs quietly. “Are you going to be a good boy?”

Another lazy flicker of a smile. “Yes, Mistress.”

“And you know that if you’re not, and if you’re lying to me, I’ll keep you in that cage for another day, and I’ll make you fuck me with a strap-on so you can’t feel a thing?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

She leans forward and pinches his cheeks between her fingertips, hard enough to bruise. His free hand flexes, fingertips aching to reach out for her, to pull her closer, to gain some semblance of control back.

“Hmmm…” Ari lets out a thoughtful noise, eyeing the furious flush of his cheeks, the raging war behind the fallen strands of his hair. “Stick your tongue out.”

He does, and a moment later she spits, the drop landing perfectly in the center of the pink muscle.

“Swallow it.”

And again, he does. She smiles, a slow and shark-toothed one that moves along with her nails as they rake down either side of his face, not enough to permanently mark, but just enough to leave faint little lines, a reminder of exactly where he is in all of this.

She climbs into his lap, a hand pushing the strands of hair from his eyes. The force is enough for him to tilt his head back, and he watches through hooded eyes as she leans in and clamps her teeth down on his bottom lip, rolling it until blood spurts out into both of their mouths.

His hips buck at the pain, the heady sound of her pleased murmur, though he has no control over the movement. What he does control, though, is the low laugh in his chest, and the near-adoring look in his eye, and the way he leans forward to kiss her, properly this time, suckling on her tongue to make her shiver and shake above him.

“Mmmm,” she sighs into his mouth. “Maybe I should change my plans and—” He bucks his hips up again, this time aiming right at her. She dips hers out of the way just in time, never breaking the kiss. “—suffocate you with my cunt.”

“I’d like that.”

“You would, wouldn’t you?”

She pulls away slowly, his bottom lip caught between her teeth again. As she releases it, her hand connects with his bare hip with a sharp smack. He releases a string of violent curses under his breath, and as she climbs off him, he’s already pulling at the cuff again.

“Oh, no one likes a pouter, baby boy,” she croons to him. Her bottom lip juts out as she traces his own, and when he snaps to bite it, she quickly pulls it away. The shadows in her eyes shift and darken, until they settle on something that makes his gut tighten.

And a few moments later, the blindfold has come down and blocked out the world, the only sounds coming to him being the careful clicks of her heels as she circles him, letting him know exactly where she is as she purrs to him those three little words that send him feral:

“Let’s get started.”

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#the arcana #lemon #apprentice: ari #apprentice: tarek #writing #kinkmas

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years ago

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54 is hard...why did i put him in a drop? Now I have to wait while he comes out of it. Buuuut soon two of my favourite scenes are coming

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 6 years ago

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ch 18 replies

@runningwolf62

KAY.

Kay please I beg you, act like a normal human being for three- I can’t finish this I love her so much.

Kay: “He’s super cute” Klavier: “When did you see him?” Kay: “I stalk him with my Murder.” Sebastian: “Can you stop calling it that?” Kay: “My council.” Klavier: “Can you stop stalking him?” Kay: “No.”

Kay: “My homebirds”

Sebastian: “I am begging you to stop.”

Dammit now I want to write the inevitable conversation between Kay and Klavier about her doing this. Poor Klavier. Poor Apollo.

It’s a bleak thought, that Phoenix might be expecting otherwise.

Gee, not to name names EDGEWORTH but I wonder why Phoenix is so worried.

Phoenix: -desperately tries not to get attached to people because he has a valid fear of losing them given all of the fae shit that surrounds him-

also Phoenix: -gesturing at Vera and Klavier- “I guess I’m their dad now I have no choice in this matter I have to do this”

Him?

HIM! I love that you have Larry greet Mia- oh my god I just had a thought about Larry and Mia, after she defends him Larry gives her that statue/clock and like holy shit that’s a lot of work and look just saying, to a Fae the statue probably has more value than money.

For Nick DAMN IT Phoenix who likes to eat, he’d prefer money.

Mia’s like “This debt is repaid in full” and Phoenix is like “WHAT no it’s not? I need money for rent?? Chief are you serious--”

“Yeah,” Apollo says, “that’s kinda how I greet my best friend, so.”

Hey Roddy I’m going cry now.

I’m crying inside every damn time too, like I know I made a lot of jokes about Clay dying especially with the Bullshit Defense AU but I am. genuinely. fucked up about it in this one.

I’m so proud of him. Also super pleased we pulled him out of the dumpster and turned him into someone worth throwing in AUs.

WE CAN REBUILD HIM. And we have. I loved your idea about him getting to mentor Vera, and then it fit just as perfectly in this AU what with the angle of Misty also having been fae, so it’s just.....our boy is here! And we’re proud of him!

“Are you the friend whose mentor was one of the fae?” Apollo asks at the closest thing to a lull in the conversation; Trucy is laughing while Phoenix and Larry glare at each other in mock anger about a joke Apollo didn’t catch, off a discussion about shapeshifters.

APOLLO YOU CAN’T JUST ASK THAT. Also :3c

Look I’ll tell you right now, it was another furry joke. It’s always furry jokes.

Anyway Apollo might have been scared a bit by Iris, but so far his “asking people things straight-out” hasn’t gone wrong. Like he knows Larry is human, what’s the worst that’ll happen? Blackquill will probably put the fear of god into him except as I write that, no, he won’t, because Apollo will just not ask him and instead go straight to Klavier to ask “hey what the fuck is up with this prosecutor” and while Klavier does try and stick to a stance of “not airing out people’s shit unless it’s super important”....it’s Apollo. He broke that rule of his for Apollo first thing by talking to him about Phoenix. Apollo is never going to learn his goddamn lesson about asking this sort of question. Phoenix and Klavier are both going to advise Apollo to make a deal with someone for the Sight because they figure that course of action is less risky than Apollo continuing to do as he does. Apollo’s gonna ask Ga’ran flat-out. Apollo doesn’t given a shit.

“That’s me,” Larry says. “Unless you’ve made other unfortunate artist friends while I’m not looking, and that’s unlikely, since the only friend you’ve made in the last seven years was a mortal enemy.”

“Look at you,” Phoenix says dryly. “You’ve learned how to use logic, even though I have made friends, thanks.”

sdkjfdklsfk ROAST HIM LARRY.

Phoenix is like “Excuse me, I’ve befriended Athena” “She’s your daughter’s age” and honestly he’s thinking about Lamiroir too, although she still is an “unfortunate artist friend” actually, just not the same type of artist.

AW YEAH EMBARRASSING STORY HOUR!

I’m never getting over the concept of “Larry accidentally became a witch and never realized it”. like I’m just. That one is gonna be the funniest part of this entire damn AU isn’t it. Everything I write for it going forward, and I used the best joke in the trilogy material that’s just tangential to this story.

Larry is meeting with his agent – apparently he hasn’t been home in a while, has a lot to catch up on,

:3c been touring in Europe or something Larry?

:3c you know where he’s been.

You know having Mia call Apollo puts the fear of God into me. Didn’t help my cheerful music I was listening to ended right before this scene so uh yeah.

Mia manipulated your music to get the proper dramatic effect.

Trucy’s expression tells him that she has definitely had Eldoon’s this early in the morning at least once before.

PHOENIX WRIGHT FEED YOUR DAUGHTER ACTUAL BREAKFAST.

You think he or anyone can stop Trucy?

“Like most magic, it depends.” Klavier’s eyes have a vacant, absent look, one that glamour can’t hide. “The scar on Kris’ hand, though – that was iron. I don’t suppose he ever forgave me for it.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT.

Klavier accidentally whacked his brother with iron and left a scar and honestly? That’s probably not the wildest shit that happened in the Gavin household, especially that first year after Klavier arrived back. Like. Listen. There’s Kristoph, who’s just had a world-shaking revelation about himself, and he’s also going “shit, can I use magic now? Can I learn magic?” and probably attempts some stupid shit that goes terribly, also let’s be real he probably put Klavier up to it with the iron thing, like Kristoph touches some himself and he’s like “okay, that just makes me feel sick, okay” and then a different time it leaves a little burn that fades in a day and then Klavier just whacks him and that’s how they both learn that none of this is fixed effects. Also while Kristoph is having his crisis, Klavier is like a goddamn....feral child, like not really but he’s still emotionally maladjusted and has no understanding of human social mores or human technology, plus his glamours, means that like, shit, the coffee maker made an unexpected noise and now we can’t find Klavier, because he probably ghosts away from anything that frightens him and it’s like when your hamster escapes its cage because you can’t find the damn thing except instead of a hamster it’s a 10-year-old child who’s still practically invisible and it’s like. it’s like trying to coax the hamster back out. Kristoph just. sets out a box of poptarts. ducks behind the couch. waits. It’s fucking remarkable that neither of them accidentally died in the fucking free-for-all of the adjustment period.

Honestly now I’m realizing I need to include a scene where Klavier recounts some absolutely batshit childhood anecdote and he’s like “haha you know how it is growing up” and Apollo who’s remembering like 87 near-death experiences with Nahyuta is like “yep” and Phoenix is like “No?? No??? Are you two okay???”

It took me a minute to figure out that was Athena he’s on the line with.

I figure I should start including her a little bit before she actually arrives. Poor girl wants advice for taking the Bar and Phoenix is like “Yeah, I don’t know what to tell you, it was literally just luck that I passed I’m almost positive”

Oooh love how you describe his not quite invisibility.

A great chapter, good luck with your school work!

Thanks!

God your “murder” joke is so good I’m still just. Kay. Kay. I love Kay. I figured out how to get her into one of the next two chapters -- not sure how the three big events I have planned will fall in the next two chapters -- because I love her. Apollo is still not gonna learn she’s a shapeshifter from that, though, because that’s hilarious.

#fae au tag

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the-lupine-sojourner · 7 years ago

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Stronger Together [LoganxDaughter!OC, potential Quicksilver or Kurt/OC]

I’VE BEEN ON THE HUGEST X-MEN KICK RECENTLY AND ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE IDEA OF LOGAN ADOPTING A FERAL MUTANT (LIKE HIMSELF) BEFORE HE FOUND THE MANSION or did the mansion find him??. SO, THIS IS THE PRODUCT OF THAT. TAKE IT AS YOU WILL.

INFO ON MY OC: HER PARENTS WERE NOT TOO ACCEPTING OF THEIR DAUGHTER’S ENLARGED AMBER EYES (LIKE A WOLF’S) AND POINTED EARS (A LITTLE BIGGER THAN KURT’S), AND EVENTUALLY SHE COULDN”T TAKE IT ANYMORE AND RAN AWAY. SHE LIVED NEAR CANADA, SO SHE LEFT THE U.S AND HAPPENED TO HITCH A RIDE IN LOGAN’S TRAILER. WHILE NOT TOO THRILLED ABOUT THE IDEA, LOGAN EVENTUALLY REALIZED SHE HAD NOWHERE ELSE TO GO AND LET HER STAY WITH HIM.

HOPE YOU ENJOY!

~THE LUPINE SOJOURNER

Dad was the victor. Again.

He cage-fought for money and to let out some steam. He’d been at this for about a week now, quickly earning the title of champion and staying there, pissing a lot of people off, but earning a decent amount of money.

I just hated it because I knew, sooner or later, someone was going to put two and two together and finally conclude that Dad’s a mutant. It’s bad enough I get stares because of my large amber eyes and constant bandana around my head to hide my wolf-esque ears, but Dad’s healing factor would be noticed eventually.

In fact, it’s nothing short of a miracle that he hasn’t been exposed yet.

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The bar’s TV was reporting news about the upcoming summit, where mutants and our impact, among many other topics, would be discussed. Great. Can’t imagine what they’ll decide. Ugh.

I look around to find there was only one other patron in the bar as Dad orders a beer and a soda for me; a young woman that looked underage with a hooded coat and gloves on. She’s looking at us curiously, noting our attention to the screen as I sip my cola and Dad smokes a cigar. Just when I was about to strike up a conversation with the girl, two idiots decide to approach.

“Hey!” One of the men growls, tapping Dad’s shoulder as we sat waiting for our money to get counted and given to us.

“Have fun, Dad. Be right back.” I grumble and go to pick up his payments, dodging past the morons. Dad had earned that money. After all, it takes a lot of willpower for Dad to not use his claws in a fight, particularly when the idiots fighting him decide to go after his, ah, manhood, the one thing the manager of the fights warned each contender not to do.

“You owe me some money.” The guy’s growling as I pocket the money and head back. The slightly smarter thug tries to dissuade his companion, only to be ignored. “No man takes a beating like that without a mark to show for it.”

“He’s taken a lot worse than cage fights. He’s got tough skin, is all.” I growl. “Look, just go.”

“Yeah, man.” The other guy adds. “This isn’t gonna be worth it.”

“Exactly. You chose to get in that cage, seeing what Dad did to the other contenders, and you lost. And, I mean, come on, what’d you lose? Ten bucks?” I press, realizing a second too late that it was the wrong move.

“Try fifty, bit- -”

“That’s enough!” Dad snaps, suddenly standing. Shit. They’d insulted me. They were so in for the claws now. “You lost your money; keep this up, you lose a lot more.” Things get tense as we wait for the guy to make a move.

“I know what you two are.” The man growls. Dad bares his teeth, fists forming. I pale.

“Dad, stop. Let’s just go. This isn’t- -”

“Look out!” The girl screams.

“Dad, no!” I bark as the guy’s hand goes for a knife and swings toward me and Dad instantly responds with the claws, growling and pinning the guy to the nearest pillar with his arm. In the chaos, my bandanna has slipped enough to show that my ears weren’t normal. I adjust it back, but the damage was done.

“That is it!” Dad roars, the two side claws making sure the guy didn’t move his head as the middle one slowly extends. “You can insult me, threaten me, hell even hit me, but you swing a knife at my little girl, and you’re gonna pay!” The scene gets infinitely worse as the bartender cocks a shotgun, touching it to Dad’s ear.

“Get out of my bar, freaks.” He growls. I sigh.

“Look, we didn’t want trouble.” I muse.

“Well, you found it. Get out.” The bartender replies. I sigh again, gulping down the last of my cola. Just then, Dad slices through the shotgun and glares at the two men on either end of his claws before putting the claws away and taking my arm.

“Let’s go.” He growls. We walk out of the bar and head into our trailer. I groan as I close the door and fasten my seat belt.

“Well, least we got paid this time.” I note, counting up the nearly $300 Dad had made tonight. “This’ll get us somewhere far enough away, I think.” Dad sighs.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I can’t just let them get away with treating you like that.” I nod. “I know, just like you know I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can. I taught you how. I just...whenever something like that happens, I just...I lose it.” I smile. I knew he loved me, even though I was not his actual daughter.

“Least I know you care now.” I tease. “Remember when we first met? At the train station? Thought you hated me.”

Dad laughs. “Oh, yeah? Well, I did tell yah I was just grumpy because you hitched a ride in my trailer.”

“And ate your beef jerky.” I point out. I had just run away, sneaking aboard a train to Canada and then hitching a ride in some random guy’s trailer. Seemed homey enough and I was cold and hungry and tired. I’d just been kicked out of my house because my parents saw my eyes and ears. I was only 10 at the time, 9 years ago. It was a testament to our fondness of each other that how we met became such a recurring inside joke with us.

“And not to mention, kid, you tracked mud into the carpet.” I laugh, but Dad then frowns and sniffs the air, halting the trailer. I sniff a bit, too, hearing it and smelling it.

We had a stowaway. We get out and walk over, finding the tarp moving a little. I sigh as Dad pokes it and then I pull it back to reveal that girl from the bar. I frown.

“The hell are you doing?” Dad snaps.

“Sorry. I needed a ride.” She mumbles, sitting up. “Thought you might help me.”

“Sorry, but you shoulda picked someone else’s trailer, kid.” I reply, smirking. “We’re full.”

“Get out.” Dad adds. The girl deflates a little, but does as told.

“Listen, I am sorry, but we really don’t have room. We barely fit in the trailer as is.” I tell her.

“Well, where’m I supposed to go?” She asks and I swear she had a Southern accent. Just where had this girl come from?

“I dunno.” Dad replies tersely, watching the girl climb out of the bike trailer.

“You don’t know, or you don’t care?” She asks grumpily.

“Pick one.” Dad replies, equally as grumpy, dumping her duffel bag in the ground. We leave the girl there and get back in our trailer. I have to force myself not to look back, telling myself we really didn’t have room in the trailer.

We pull away, but not even a hundred yards down the road, we both deflate and groan, and Dad stops the trailer again. I roll down the window. “You comin?” I call. “We’ll drop you off somewhere, but you can’t stay with us.” She gets into the trailer in less than two minutes.

“Thank you.” She says, rubbing her arms and setting her duffel bag on the ground.

“Don’t mention it, but like I said, we’re just dropping you off somewhere. You know where yer going?” I ask. She shakes her head.

“Just...wandering.” I smirk.

“A runaway, huh? Or just a rebel?” She huffs.

“I...it’s complicated.” She sniffs. I nod.

“Ah. I see.” I reply. She deflates as her stomach growls softly.

“You don’t have anything to eat, do you?” I hand her beef jerky I’d hoped to eat myself in a few hours when we stop for gas. “Thanks.” She says and takes off her gloves to eat it.

“No problem. Name’s Autumn.”

“I’m Rogue.” She says. I nod.

“Nice to meet you.” She looks at Dad, expecting his name. Her eyes then catch his dog-tags curiously. I swallow. That was a bit of a touchy subject. I’d asked the same thing, repeatedly, and it wasn’t until we’d grown closer that he told me he couldn’t really remember serving, but clearly, he must have. Those dog-tags seem military-esque, at least. “Were you in the army?” She asks, and I swear I hear 10-year old me’s voice asking that same question. “Doesn’t- -doesn’t that mean you were in the army?” She asks. I sigh.

“It’s complicated, Rogue.” I explain as Dad tucks them away in his shirt. I sigh and sit on the couch-sofa convertible. Rogue’s eyes then take in all of the trailer.

“Wow.” She says.

“Like it?” I ask, smirking. She shrugs.

“Suddenly, my life doesn’t seem so bad.” She teases, smirking. Dad frowns.

“Hey, if you prefer the road- -” He grumbles, acting like he was going to pull over.

“No, no!” Rogue amends. “It looks great.” She swallows. “Looks cozy.” I roll my eyes.

“It is, but look, Rogue. I like you and all, but I already told you; we’re full as is. There is literally no room in here for you.”

“No, no, I wasn’t- -you think I- -I was just making an observation, is all.” She stammers awkwardly.

“Sure.” I muse, smirking. I then notice that Rogue’s rubbing her hands together, trying to warm them up as she continues eating the beef jerky. “Here.” I call, moving up to turn on the heater. “Put your hands on the heater.” I reach over to direct her hands, but she flinches away. I sigh, hanging my head. And we’d been getting along so well. “Look, neither of us are gonna hurt you, Rogue.” I point out. “I was just trying to help.”

“It’s really nothing personal.” Rogue explains. “It’s just...when someone touches my skin, something happens.” I tilt my head. Interesting.

“What happens?” I ask.

“I don’t know. They just get hurt.” Dad nods.

“Fair enough.” He replies. Rogue’s eyes follow Dad’s hand.

“You’re a mutant?” I ask before she can say anything about the claws. She nods.

“Are you?” I nod, taking off my bandana and letting my claws out a little.

“I am, but I don’t have any abilities beyond a healing factor, like Dad.” I reply, the claws going back in.

“You’re claws.” She begins, looking at Dad’s hands again. “When they come out, does it hurt?” Dad’s eyes darken a little.

“Every time.” He replies.

“We feel pain same as anyone else, really.” I add. “We just heal really fast.” A few beats of silence linger before Dad says anything else.

“So, what kind of a name is Rogue?” He asks. She shrugs.

“I don’t know. What kind of a name is ‘Wolverine’?”

“A made up one, obviously.” I grumble. This girl could sure be nosy. Then again, thought, I was, too. Dad smirks a little for a second.

“Easy, Autumn. My name’s Logan.” He says.

“Marie.” Rogue returns.

“If I have to make up a name, I usually go with Lupa.” I muse. Rogue smiles.

“I like that.”

“Thanks.” There’s another beat or two of silence as I sit back down on the couch.

“You know, you should really wear yer seat belt.” She muses. I chuckle.

“Look, I don’t need advice on auto sa- -” Suddenly, a tree trunk slams into the hood and the car comes to a sudden stop. I’m sent flying with Dad threw the windshield, but I only slide about ten feet. Dad goes about twenty to thirty. I groan and shakily sit up, popping my neck and spine back into place before standing.

“What was that about auto safety, Dad?” I ask wryly, standing as Dad does the same.

“Shut up, kid.” He growls, popping his own neck. “You okay?” I nod.

“Few cracked ribs, couple gashes, concussion, and whiplash. Nothing major.” I report. He nods.

“Kid, you alright?” Dad asks Marie, who’s watching dad and I’s cuts and gashes heal. “You alright?” He presses. She tugs the seatbelt.

“I’m stuck!” She calls back and we move to help her, stopping when we catch a weird scent in the air.

“Wait a second…” I mumble. “We’re not- -gah!” There’s someone suddenly tackling Dad, who crashes right into me and we all go tumbling into a pile, me on the bottom. “Well, those ribs are broken now.” I wheeze, trying to get the two bodies off me. The guy stands and throws Dad like a sack of flour into the snowbank, Dad’s back hitting a small tree as he goes flying. I extend my claws and slash at the guy’s face, but it does nothing. He heals almost as fast as Dad and I would as he grabs me by the throat. Dad charges him, but he just throws me at Dad then whacks us over the head with the tree Dad had broken. I land under Dad and this time, I black out from the pain of both my dad landing full-force on me and my head being sandwiched between Dad’s head and the corner of the roof of the trailer.

I remember smelling smoke as I went out, but that was it.

LEMME KNOW IF Y’ALL WANT MORE!!!

#wolverine #logan howlett #x-men #marvel oc #marvel's x-men #X-men OC #Protective!Logan #Protective!Daddy!Wolverine #Follows first movie

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planarchaosproject · 8 years ago

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Planar Chaos: Chapter Twenty-Two

Reunion

"Oh, Lissy, I'm so happy to see you!" Ashleigh threw her arms around the vampire archivist, kissing both of her friend's cheeks in a greeting Brock and Marthel had seen while visiting Fiora's high city of Paliano. This knocked Lisandra's hood back, exposing her pointed ears.

"Nice to see you too, Ashleigh," Lisandra quickly returned the greeting and pulled the blue and black hood of her Dimir guild robes back into place.

"You're an elf," Odom said, crossing his arms. "Unusual combination."

"And you must be the boyfriend," Lisandra said. "You should know all about straddling the line between two guilds."

"In my case, the Izzet and the Simic have far more in common with each other than one would think upon first glance."

"Lissy ran away from the Selesnya and Mirko picked her to become a Dimir vampire agent," Ashleigh said cheerily. "Isn't that exciting?"

"Yes, I suppose so," Odom replied.

Lisandra arched an eyebrow. "Do I detect jealousy, Master Odom?"

Ashleigh allowed Lisandra to extricate herself from the embrace and then turned the sometimes too enthusiastic hugs onto Odom. His midsection was visibly deformed by the strength of Ashleigh's grip. Odom remained aloof for a few moments before succumbing to the hug.

"Lookie who we've got here," Sverre chuckled. He stood in front of Rhyne's cage where the feral walker was tracking everyone outside like prey. "I suppose you don't like being in there, do you?"

"It isn't ideal," Rhyne growled.

"Are those bite marks?" Sverre leaned down to inspect the bars of the cage. There were some scuffs and scratches that might have come from teeth.

"Lean a little closer and you'll find out," Rhyne sneered. Sverre immediately moved back, not wanting to test a predator who'd been cornered. He wandered off into the book towers after Odom and Ashleigh.

Marthel, in the meantime, was utterly mesmerized by the collection of books. He and Nadia began strolling through the towers of books, taking volumes that stood out to him and piling them in Nadia's arms. With each added tome Nadia merely rolled her eyes, relying on her angelic strength to be more powerful than Marthel's thirst for knowledge. However, as the books piled up Nadia became more concerned for her balance. Marthel haphazardly tossed books towards the top of the stack, trusting Nadia to catch them one way or another.

"I think you have enough, Jace Marthel," Nadia said, her wavering voice causing the dark-skinned walker to pause. Marthel couldn't help but giggle at the sight before him. A stack of books almost three feet high obscured Nadia's face. All that was visible were her outstretched wings fluttering to maintain balance and her shaking legs. "My kind are not meant to be pack mules."

Lisandra peered around a pile of books, all narrowed eyes and hard set lips. "You'd better be careful with those. Some are priceless and wholly irreplaceable."

"You can trust me," Marthel responded, feigning a hurt expression. "This collection is fantastic, even I can see that."

It wasn't until he sat down and opened the first book that Marthel realized just how fantastic it truly was. The top book contained research notes that had been meticulously copied in a neat, elegant hand with rough sketches of the artifacts being described cut from the original manuscript and pasted in place.

"So you found Urza's notes on the Thran empire?" Lisandra sat down next to Marthel on the floor. "Fascinating stuff. I wish I could visit Dominaria myself and see some of the artifacts in person."

"How did you translate all this?" Marthel looked up at Lisandra, totally awestruck.

Lisandra tapped her temple. "The Dimir employ psychic vampires, remember? Psychic energy isn't just housed within peoples' brains. It's in the things they touch, the things they value most of all. When Urza took these notes he was at a place in his life where they were the most important thing in the world to him. The psychic energies imprinted in his notes made it incredibly easy for me to translate them into a more universal language. There's hardly a planeswalker alive who doesn't speak Ravnican."

"Point taken," Marthel said. "I wish we had more than just the notes, though. There's so much I don't know about those early days when we were gods."

"You'll want this, then," Lisandra beckoned a book from another pile and it zinged over. "Testimonies of the Nine Titans, it's an account of the war Urza, Freyalise, and others fought against the Phyrexians. This is the kind of power planeswalkers used to have. Even further back we have some accounts written by a woman name Rebbec, who I think according to the account took up with a planeswalker named Feroz after her husband, a famous artificer from an ancient Dominarian empire, was killed by a being called Yawgmoth. Sadly I don't have much of anything out of Dominaria post-mending. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, I just know that prior to it there's a surge of texts authored by a Teferi of Zhalfir deposited here in the maze talking about something he called a time rift. At least that is what it translates to."

"I've heard of Yawgmoth. Surprisingly enough his name is whispered on the plane of New Phyrexia, a world formerly called Mirrodin," Marthel said, his expression growing grim. "What I want to tease out is whether he's just a man, a deity, or a planeswalker."

"From what I've read he never had a spark and just utilized Thran technology and other planeswalkers. There's some research notes around here somewhere of his vivisection of a planeswalker woman named Dyfed. That said, I would like to visit New Phyrexia so I can determine if there is some sort of psychic energy in Phyrexian oil that could explain how his memory crossed planes long after Phyrexia was supposedly destroyed." Lisandra rooted through Marthel's selected texts. "You've got a nice selection here." She pushed her hair out of her face, passing both palms over her eyes briefly as she did so. A glimpse of this new walker would be all Phenax needed.

"Fascinating theory," Marthel said. He returned to his book and would remain in that spot reading for several days.

Brock had immediately leapt off of Maelstrom Wanderer's back and raced through the towers of books with a speed rivaling a wind kami. Some of the smaller constructs that managed Lisandra's library had their little legs full trying to catch all the pages Brock's haste dispersed. He'd immediately noticed that there were two empty cages and Rhyne was housed in one of them. Kyari might have been in one of the others, or she might not have been. What Brock needed to know was whether or not she was dead. If he couldn't find her, this entire library might erupt in flames of divine retribution, knowledge be damned.

Brock rounded a corner and came to a stop. Sitting amongst a small army of clockwork spiders was Kyari. A couple had crawled up onto her shoulders and one had even taken up residence on her head like some sort of hat. She was intently studying the one in her hand while taking notes without even glancing at the page. Her long, dark hair was taken out of its customary braid and rearranged by the curious constructs' surprisingly dexterous limbs.

"Similar design to the hedron crawlers of Zendikar," Kyari muttered to herself. "Purpose seems to be organization," she glanced back at her hair, "make that reorganization. Cooperation requires hivemind or metaconscious, possibly connected via the stones embedded in the cephalothorax. Operate in units of eight, each unit member having a different colored headstone."

"Kyari," Brock breathed. "You're okay."

She glanced up. "Hello, Brock. When did you get here?"

"Just now," he sat down next to her. A couple of the clockwork spiders abandoned Kyari's hair and began exploring Brock's robes. "Are you okay? She didn't lock you in a cage, did she? Because mark my words, if she did…"

"Brock, it's fine. The cages are just a research tool. Remember that time you came to Theros with me and the only way I could get close enough to a Leucrocota to study it effectively was to lock it in a detention sphere?"

"I still don't like that spell, nor do I like that Odom taught it to you," Brock sighed.

"You can't deny its effectiveness. All magic can be abused, Brock, but that doesn't make it bad. The cages are necessary to ensure Lisandra's safety, and can you blame her when you see who's in them?"

"I did see Rhyne in there. He seemed cross."

"That man exists cross," Kyari said. She hadn't broken her scribbling.

"I'm just glad you're safe. I honestly feared the worst when I saw two empty cages and was greeted by a vampire." Brock scooted closer, attempting to nonchalantly put his arm around Kyari's shoulders. When she turned to look at him he played it off as a yawn. Kyari scooted closer to him, leaning her head against his.

"I'm glad you're okay too, Brock. If Rhyne is here that means Rinok isn't too far away. I'm also not entirely sure about Vilhelm either. Something about him didn't sit right with me at Marthel's little gathering."

"I suppose I should tell you that the Voidcaller and I got into a fight on the way here."

"You actually ran into them?"

"Yeah. They turned out to be the only way any of us could navigate the maze. We had to leave behind the hydra too. It broke free of my control and then it was impossible to bring it with us on the back of Maelstrom Wanderer."

Kyari stopped writing, the charcoal in her hand snapping into dust. The eight clockwork spiders scattered. Brock felt more than saw Kyari's jaw tighten as every muscle in her body wound up like a spring. Her eyes were wide, staring blankly ahead.

"You did what to my hydra?"

"Left it behind?" Brock suggested, hoping she hadn't heard the part about controlling it.

"Yes, I know that. It's a big hydra and can take care of itself. But you did what to my hydra?"

"Kyari, this is back to your cage thing. Sometimes I have to do things in order to make things safer. One of those things is controlling creatures who are dangerous or uncooperative."

"Oh no. This is entirely different. You removed something's will, you took away the very thing you claim to protect, Brock. And what's worse you did it to my hydra after I made you promise you wouldn't."

"I don't remember that part," Brock said, scratching his bald head. "I know you don't like it, but I don't exactly recall you saying I couldn't. Besides, finding you was more important."

"Oh, so just because I talk my life is more important than the life of another creature? All life is important, Brock, even these little clockwork creatures have life that can be understood and respected."

"I don't see you going all 'save the creatures' on the Phyrexian beasts that invaded Mirrodin." Brock crossed his arms.

"That's different. That's a foreign force destroying the ecology of the plane. That is what I have problems with. Foreign forces meddling with the environment, warping and destroying it."

"But what if that foreign force winds up saving something that otherwise wouldn't have been saved? What then?"

"Then the world does not progress naturally."

"You sound just like her," Brock said, standing up and turning his back to Kyari. "Tamiyo's told me the exact same thing before."

"You did not just compare me to your mother."

"Shes' not my mother, Kyari. Sadly I don't have one of those."

"Just get out. Get out and don't come back until you have my hydra."

"Fine." Brock stalked off through the towers of books. He found Sa'Raah flipping through a section of the library containing books about dragons. She was reading aloud to Abby, who sat contentedly in Sa'Raah's lap. Brock was only halfway paying attention to what the books were about. Some account of an old dragon war between dragons, one of which was named Nicol Bolas. Brock had heard the name before in reference to Ugin, but didn't have time to dwell on it.

He grabbed Lisandra by the shoulder and spun her around.

"You're going to send your little spider thing and find the hydra we had to leave behind."

Lisandra did not like being told what to do. "And if I refuse?"

"If you refuse, I burn these books to ash."

"Brock!" Marthel cried. "That is no way to be gracious to our host. DIdn't the Ojutai teach you manners?"

"I don't care about that right now. What I need is for Lisandra to command her construct to bring us the hydra."

Marthel sighed. "You and Kyari got into it over the hydra, didn't you?"

"I don't exactly see why it means so much to her, but it does. And I'm going to make sure she gets it back."

Lisandra took a step back. "I'll get you your hydra, just please try and control that temper of yours. This is a priceless collection."

"I'm sure it is," Brock muttered under his breath.

Sa'Raah had stopped reading aloud, fully absorbed in the book she was reading. Abby didn't seem to mind, though, since there were some rough sketches in the book depicting the battle between the elder dragons. Nicol Bolas emerged victorious, but that did not feel right to Sa'Raah. Dragons didn't need to destroy each other to achieve greatness. They were already great. If they banded together in their greatness they could have all the power they wanted ruling over lesser beings. Her conversation with Sarkhan before she left on this insane errand echoed through her head. He personally hoped she never met Nicol Bolas, the dragon that had driven him mad for years. Sa'Raah, on the other hand, hoped she did meet him. Perhaps he could be made to see the reason in her plans just as she had been made to see reason by Dromoka.

Rinok and Vilhelm touched down on the platform, the construct shuddering to a halt and dropping the book in its claw. They were certain this was the right place for them to be when they saw Maelstrom Wanderer parked like a large vehicle. The blue wisps around the bark-covered elemental's head wafted in a gentle breeze.

"Remind me again why he doesn't use that thing to start fights?" Rinok asked Vilhelm.

"Because," Vilhelm replied, "they're fights he knows he'd win."

"Is that Rhyne?" Rinok asked, pointing to one of three cages.

"I believe it is." Vilhelm strode over. "Hello, Rhyne. What sort of pickle have you gotten yourself into this time?"

"I'm just fine, thank you, I don't need you two to rescue me."

"Ah, good ole Rhyne," Rinok smiled. "Glad to see they haven't taken that fighting spirit."

"Less fighting spirit and more murderous instinct," Rhyne corrected, "but no, the bitches haven't broken me yet. Once I get out of here there's plenty of firewood to make some roasted planeswalker. That little vampire snip is first. I've never eaten death-drinker before." He smiled slyly at Vilhelm who took a step back.

"Something tells me it's not particularly nutritious," Rinok said, looking down at his flexed triceps.

"I look at it more as nutrition for the soul. Imagine it, Rinok, devouring death itself."

"Death has its place on the battlefield. The weak are culled and the strong survive. I have no desire to see the end of death."

"If I may interject," Vilhelm said, "I believe we have some company."

Lisandra was standing behind them all tapping her foot in annoyance, an uneasy task in her black thigh high heeled boots. Her hands rested on her hips, just above the waist of her skirt, exposing her midriff. She flicked her dark hair out of her face and frowned, one fang poking out.

"I take it you're companions?" She glanced between the two new planeswalkers and Rhyne.

"You should recognize me at least, after you rudely barged in on my thoughts," Vilhelm said. He never could get over the fact that Ravnican vampires did not have the same gray tinge to their skin shared by their Innistrad and Zendikari brethren. It had led to the assumption among the Orzhov that Vilhelm had a dark complexion before his transformation into a vampire and that the experience of turning had made his hair go pale.

"Yes, the hiding mind mage, pleased to finally meet you in person." Lisandra was, in truth, anything but pleased. "So glad of you to drop by uninvited."

"You kidnapped our comrade, miss," Rinok said. "We had little choice but to give chase."

"And you had to go and destroy one of my research assistants. I'm so thankful for that." Lisandra walked over to where the broken down construct had dropped its book. She scooped the tome off of the ground and thumbed through it, going paler if it were possible. She immediately placed the book inside of a pocket in the lining of her guild robes and turned back to the three men. "I suppose you're both more interesting than the cannibal over there. And you two seem to have an appreciation for knowledge. Feel free to browse, but be warned. I know every book in this library. I'll know if one is missing."

"Do you have a section dedicated to warfare?" Rinok asked, eyes glowing.

"Southeast quadrant, third tower from the left," Lisandra said, gesturing in the appropriate direction.

"I'll just browse, then," Vilhelm said as Rinok scampered away, abandoning Rhyne to his fate of remaining inside the cage.

"No fights and no murders," Lisandra called after them.

She turned and left Rhyne, wandering through her towers of books. Lisandra sat down beside Sa'Raah.

"What are you reading?" she asked.

"Just books about dragons," Sa'Raah said.

Lisandra gently probed the clever dragon-girl's mind. "All you know is dragons. And what is this little thing?"

"This," Sa'Raah put her book down and held Abby up for Lisandra to see, "is Abby. It's a hybrid creature made by Odom and Ashleigh. I think the proper term for something like this on Ravnica is a Krasis."

"It's not like any krasis I've ever seen," Lisandra picked up the strange creature, an amalgam of tentacles, wings, a draconic tail, and a couple of other features. Most notable were the large, dark eyes that seemed to draw one into their depths. She pushed her hair back again, eager to let Phenax see the creature before her. He seemed more interested in the planeswalker next to her, though.

"You don't happen to suffer from memory loss, do you?" Lisandra asked, handing Abby back to Sa'Raah.

"I don't remember anything before I was already a young woman, destroying dragons on Jund."

"Maybe there's a way I can help you find those memories," Lisandra said, holding up her hands. "I acquired these emblems some time ago, and they sometimes help see what's hidden."

"Well," Sa'Raah wasn't sure. She did want to know about her life before her spark ignited, but what if she wasn't happy with it? What if it was terrifying or traumatic?

"There's no need to hide your past from yourself, Sa'Raah. Let me help you." Lisandra had already kneeled behind the dragon girl, placing her palms over Sa'Raah's eyes. Phenax had better know what he's doing, Lisandra thought.

Sa'Raah's mind was overwhelmed by a cascade of color and light. She shut her eyes against the brightness, but when she opened them she was no longer sitting in the library. She stood with her brothers and sisters in arms, ready to face the huge beast swinging through the sky on dark wings. There was another man with them, a man she recognized but didn't know. His light hair was pulled into a tight horsetail at the base of his skull. His skin was a strange grayish color. Metal glinted on the back of his neck. An Aethersworn from Esper, no doubt. She remembered an argument between this man and one of their elders about his mission to infuse life with etherium, something she and the other elves found wholly repugnant. They were to escort the man to their borders, but that was when the dragon attacked. It was a beast heretofore unseen in the lush jungles of Naya, but some believed the Anima, Mayael, had visions of dragons and prophesied their coming. In a moment of panic, she felt something latching on to her mind, something trying to drain it away and another something trying to force itself in.

No. She wouldn't allow it. Couldn't allow it. She locked eyes with the man, who she now recognized from another memory, but this one was in the far-flung future after she'd spent years learning how to kill dragons and years more learning to love them fiercely.

As the once separate planes were coming into contact, she vanished, bouncing between her world and the one the dragon had crossed over from again and again until it became a blur and she no longer knew her own name.

"Vilhelm," Sa'Raah breathed, coming back up out of the memory. "It was him."

"Interesting," Lisandra said, pulling out a parchment and some charcoal. "Do you mind if I record all that?"

"What? No. It's fine. Go for it." Sa'Raah looked down at the creature in her lap. Abby looked up at Sa'Raah with curious eyes, as if to ask her what she'd do next.

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Growling and hissing, Eren stalked his cell. He'd heard the bells and horns of the castle, loud explosions falling outside of his cage. With each loud bang, a snarl came from Eren's bloodied and chapped lips. His clothes worn and torn, dirtied and shredded from his near feral state. Left to his own thoughts, and scared beyond words for the life inside of him, his omega had invaded his mind in an attempt to prevent him from breaking completely. With booms above him, the whole castle shaking from the unknown attack, Eren lashed out the walls, attempting to protect his child from the perceived danger, his hands bloodied from continuously futile attempts to break the webs of spell surrounding him. Roaring and screaming, his voice seemed to bounce and echo, screaming for Luca to come. It wasn't the first time he'd cried out to his son before, but they'd threatened to slaughter him and string him up outside the cell if he didn't stop. With the chaos above him, he screamed for his son to come, to be safe within the thicker walls of the now unguarded cells. He couldn't lose both Luca and the child inside of him. Both so incredibly precious to him, and both so incredibly innocent. Another great explosion above him sent dust dancing down from the wall above, Eren reduced to his knees as he coughed. A series of thuds grew closer, a dulled roar followed the loudest thud of all. Wood sent flying as a bloodied guard was thrown through the door with force, the man's chest torn to ribbons by an enraged Luca. Throwing himself against the metal bars, Luca trilled loudly, the sound so familiar to his omega, yet he was let to look up, coughing too hard to for his brain to process anything much outside of his irritated throat "Shit! Luca, what have you... Eren?! Oh, God. Armin! Armin, we need the keys!" "Moblit? Luca?! Bad Dragon! What did you do?!" Two voices that were so familiar. Threats. They could only be threats. Only those who threatened him and his children came down here. Throwing himself at the bars of his cell, he snarled, the effects diminished by his coughing. The cuffs around his wrists tore at his skin as he tried to grab for Luca "Eren...?" "Don't go near him. Give me the keys and stay back" "What's wrong with him? Eren, it's Armin! Your friend..." Friend? What was a friend? His son was right there. He needed him. He needed Luca. He was the only one who could protect him "He's feral. His omega's acting on instinct to protect his children. Once I get the cell door open, you need to stay away from him and Luca, or he'll attack you" "Here... here's the keys" He'd had enough of these two strangers. Luca was staring right at him... why didn't his son come to him? Had he failed him? "L-Lu-ca?" With a jangle of metal, and a long scrape, the obnoxious bars that had held him moved. Eren pushing his way through to the first freedom he'd had in weeks. Throwing himself at Luca, he collapsed over his son. Love. Warmth. Soft scales and belonging "L-Luca..." His son. This was his son. He was ok. They hadn't hurt him "Luca... Luca... my baby..." Trilling, Luca pushed him off, the dragon pinning him down to the dungeon floor as he started licking at Eren's face. This was his son. His Luca was safe and warm... safe. Safe... "Eren? Eren, it's Armin" Snarling at the voice, Luca scolded him with a chirp. Headbutting his mouth, Luca growled. He'd done something wrong? His son was rejecting him? Luca didn't want him? Luca didn't want him? Was he a bad omega? Pushing Luca back, Eren curled in on himself. His mind still under the protection and influence of his second dynamic. He wasn't able to understand why Luca didn't want him. He hadn't meant to leave his son. It hadn't been his choice to go willingly... the voice started again. Luca clawing at the cuffs on his wrists "Eren?" "Stay back, Armin. He and Luca need to work things out between themselves" "We don't have time for this..." "Then we have to make time. Eren's been here this whole time from the looks of it" "No wonder Luca had been so unruly" No one insulted his son, pulling himself up, he growled, Luca trilling again to scold him. Taking Eren's cuffs in his mouth, Luca wrestled with the spellbound metal "What's he doing?" "There's some kind of cuffs around his wrists. I'm going to take a look" "Moblit, you just said to stay back" "That's why I'm going to look. You're going to run if things go wrong" "Don't be stupid. This is Eren" "He's pregnant and he's scared. We don't know what's happened to him since he went missing. You were ordered to stay in the castle where you are safe, and this is hardly safe" As the stranger came close, Luca growling as he continued his struggles with the cuffs. The man... he was familiar... he knew the face, but from where? "Luca, I want to take a look at them. Can you let me do that? See if I can get those cuffs off your mother?" Trilling, Luca released them. His son trusted this person? "Eren. It's Moblit. I'm going to look at your cuffs now. I'm not touching Luca" Baring his teeth didn't get the stranger to back off. He kind of felt like he knew them... but they weren't his mate, and not the father of his baby... "Armin, there's a red scale in the middle. If I break that, will they come undone?" "Maybe? I don't know" Luca licked at his face, the stranger looking at the little dragon "I'm not going to hurt Eren, but we need to get these off him. It might look like I'm trying to hurt him, but I'm not. So please don't kill me like you did the guard" Kill? Luca had killed someone? Whining, Eren looked to his son, Luca hanging his head. Luca wouldn't kill. He was just a baby "It's ok... I've got this. Hold still Eren, for once I'm actually thankful for all this sh... stuff Hanji makes me keep on hand" Ignoring the kicking and hissing omega, Moblit hacked at the red scale in the middle of Eren's cuffs with a broken screwdriver. Trilling louder and louder, Luca gave a small roar as Moblit snapped through the scale, breaking the spell holding the cuffs in place. Eren's magic rushed through his body as he threw the disgusting objects. Now freed, he could hold his son. Casting a glare in the man's direction, he cautiously reached out, taking Luca into his hold. Breaking down into sobs as he held him close "Moblit?" "We should leave them for now" "We can't leave him!" "Eren needs to come out this on his own. He can't when he sees us as an enemy. We need to send word of what we've found, and send Petra's squad down to guard the hall" "They're alphas. I'll stay" "Armin" "He's my best friend. I'm staying Moblit" The man who'd he'd helped him crept back with his hands raised. Eren couldn't understand why he hadn't hurt him. Did they want him to do something? He couldn't do anything... he just wanted to hold Luca, but Luca was staring to wiggle in his hold, chirping urgently as he did. Did Luca want him to do something? Something to do with strangers? Because he knew them? "Luca?" Taking his hand in his teeth, his son pulled until Eren got that he wanted him to stand. Luca wanted him to go with him? Go where? He didn't want to go. He didn't think it was safe... there were loud noises out there "Luca...?" Tugging harder, Luca's teeth tore into his hand. His magic was still working to heal the rest of him, but his son was a force to be reckoned with. Eren's free hand protecting his stomach as he was forced along. He hated the cell he'd been left in, yet being out of it felt too open... he missed the closeness of the walls. Knowing that no one was coming for him from those three sides, but outside of the dungeons, he could hear the explosion even louder. Every now and then an explosion would hit the castle, the magic webs pulsing with blue through their purple. Something big was going on... Luca wanted him to do something about it? Guided up the stairs, his legs protested, his body weakened from captivity, but to see sunlight again... He staggered over to the window, Luca letting go of his hand so he could jump upon the sill, giving a cry as he did. Outside, there was an explosion, thick black smoke drifted across the sky. Gun powder, fire and blood. In the back of his mind, the word "war" came to mind. Eldia was at war... Luca wanted him to do something about it... his son whining sadly at the explosions, his claws scratching at the window. Sinking down to sit in front of the window, Eren buried his head in his hands. War... he needed do something... but he needed to protect his children... but Luca wanted him to do something about what was happening outside... He couldn't think. He couldn't process... what was he supposed to do? * Bringing his breathing under control the first thing Eren noticed was that he wasn't in his cell anymore. His body wasn't torn up thanks to his own stupidity and fear. The second thing he noticed was Luca wedged across his lap, having forced himself between Eren's swollen stomach and legs. His son whimpering at each loud bang outside the walls. What the fuck was going on? Raising his head, his breath caught. Armin was huddled in much the same position across from him. Blinking, for a moment he didn't know if he could trust his eyes "A-Armin?" "Eren? Is that... really you?" Armin looked scared... "I... what... what's going on?" "Eren?" Why was he saying it like it was a question? He was himself? "Armin, what's going on? What's happening? Why am I here? And why are you there?" "We're at war with Marley. You went missing for weeks... 5 weeks Eren... you were here the whole time" Armin's eyes glistened with unshed tears. War with Marley? What? Why? Because he was gone? "War?" The word fell from his lips softly "Zeke and Erwin didn't want to go to war. They searched everywhere for you...for the first two weeks. Zeke, he was so worried. He thought Erwin had taken you away. Erwin thought Zeke had... then Zeke returned to Marley. Three days later war was declared. Queen Dina said you broke the terms of your marriage by running away. Historia and Ymir swore you left Draecia, and guards reported you returning. Eren... we didn't know you were here... it was so scary..." Crawling over to him, Armin wrapped his arms around him "Moblit and I found you. Luca lead us to you... you were feral. We couldn't get near you... I was so scared" Oh.... feral... Feral? Was that an actual thing? Armin whimpered as another explosion went off "Sorry. They reached the castle grounds with dragons... the bombs only started a couple of days ago" "They have dragons?" "Eren, I'm so scared. Erwin told me I had to remain here, but he's on the front line... Mikasa's squad is with him... they left me here" "Mikasa... and Erwin" Armin nodded, not letting the fact Eren stank stop him from holding him tighter "All our friends are fighting. What if they're already dead? I hate this. I hate this, Eren. Why do I have to stay here?" Probably because he was heir to the kingdom if Erwin died "Shhh. Ok, Armin. Ok. I need you to do something for me" "Y-you do?" "I need you to watch Luca" "What?" "This was is because of me. I need to find Zeke and Erwin before things get worse" "You can't! They're on the front lines, nearly Shinganshima. Erwin rode out the moment the warships hit the coast" "Armin, if I can get there, I can stop this. You need to look after Luca for me" "You can't go! Not like this. You need to eat and shower... people need to... to see you or something! You're my best friend... I can't... you can't leave me... Please, Eren. I don't know what to do" And Armin thought he did? Eren had no real idea other that he needed to find Zeke and Erwin. He needed to try to bring this war to an end. Luca was terrified. Armin was confused and lost. Mikasa was on the front lines... Fuck... Ok. He needed to get Luca somewhere safe first. His omega was screaming at him that he needed to protect their son "Armin, take me your quarters. You're right. I need food, and I stink. You looked after Luca for me, didn't you?" "He didn't want anyone else near him... He was going crazy... he must have been trying to tell us you were here the whole time" "He's a good boy... my beautiful boy" Armin pulled back to wipe his face, his friend looked a wreck. Crying, he snorted, trying to lighten his tone "You really stink" "You don't smell that great either. Can you help me?" "Yeah. Yeah. Of course. I'm really happy you're home, Eren" Did it count given he'd been home the whole time? "Thanks, Armin" * The hot water stung at his skin like a rain of needles, but fuck if it didn't feel amazing to be clean. 5 weeks Armin had said. 5 weeks of being stuck in his own filth and rotten clothes. No wonder he'd gone insane. Stepping out the shower, he wiped the condensation off the mirror to find he didn't look as horrible as he'd thought he would. He still looked like shit, his body was extremely weak, but his baby was kicking... that filled him with more relief and happiness than the shower did. Next came trimming his hair and brushing his teeth. It was the simple things in life that he'd missed the most, and if he was to be taken seriously, he needed to not look like he'd been held in the dungeons. Covering himself with two towels, his omega wouldn't let him leave the bathroom with his stomach exposed. He'd grown a little in captivity, but not so much as look due like he should. Padding out the bathroom, Armin was pacing back and forth "What happened?" His friend jumped visibly as he was pulled from his thoughts "You were in there for so long, I was worried..." "Sorry. I really needed to clean up... I tried to do my hair, it doesn't look too bad, does it?" Armin raised an eyebrow. The gesture just didn't suit him "What? What is it?" "You... how are you even walking? They kept you in a cell. And now you're complaining about your hair? It'd been weeks. Weeks, Eren. Weren't you sick? Why didn't you find a way to tell us you were down there? Why were you even down there? And the baby... are you still pregnant? That couldn't be good for it..." Armin broke down into tears, stumbling over to throw his arms around him again "I thought you were dead!" Wailing against him, Eren turned to protect his belly as he held Armin "Armin. We don't have time for me not to be ok... We have to help our friends. The baby is still kicking. They're still there. Yes. I'm completely exhausted and confused. I'm scared by all this space around me, and as fucked up as it is, I want to go back to the cell... I'm terrified, and I'm starving. I don't know what it means to be feral. I know I'm not doing great... I don't feel great... but we can't stop to rest" "You need to rest. Zeke and Erwin were both beside themselves. Mikasa tried to kill his Zeke's personal guard, convinced he'd ordered them to hurt you" "It... it was Queen Dina. I don't really remember what happened. Zeke hated Eldia, but he grew attached to the baby. I know he's a bad alpha, but he also tried to help me. I have to find him and Erwin before they get themselves killed" Stupid shitty Erwin. The man only had one arm, why would he even ride out to battle? He was just a burden? No. Burden wasn't quite the right word. He was still a strategist, but with one arm he was limited in the ways he could protect himself "You can't go like this. Please let me send a messenger" "Armin, we can't risk any more people being hurt in this war. In an ideal world I'd have time to stop and rest, but while I'm resting they could both die. Please listen to me. I'm the only one who will be fast enough to go. Erwin knows my dragon form. If he sees me, he'll know this war is a trap, and might be able to stop this senseless slaughter. I know it's hard. I know I'm always leaving you behind, but you're my precious friend. My brother. I can't have anything happen to you, or to Luca. Eldia needs you... Now, I need to get dressed. Then we need to eat and find the others. Who's still here?" Armin stuttered "M-Moblit. Habji's in command. Petra's squad returned from the port to reinforce the castle..." Petra might be a bitch, but she still loved Eldia. Also, Levi had trusted her and her squad "Ok. Where are they?" "The royal library. It's more protected then sunroom" "Alright. Can you clean Luca up? He's got blood on him" "He killed a guard. The guard at the dungeon door... he tore his chest to shreds" Luca had done what now?! His poor baby boy "Does he scare you?" "No... I mean, he had it coming. I can't believe you were so close. Luca hasn't been the same without... it's just... I know he's a dragon..." Armin was freaking out "Armin, Luca trusts you. He won't hurt you. I trust you know that" "I..." "Please take care of my son while I get dressed" "I grabbed some of Erwin's clothes... I didn't know what to get" That was better than charging into battle wearing two towels and an attitude for armour. Plus, he didn't have a lot of clothes that would suit his body shape given how big his stomach was now "It'll be fine. Thank you" Forcing himself not to scoff down every morsel of food in front of him, Eren's stomach still tried to repel what he'd eaten. The stew was too rich for his sensitive stomach, causing him to throw up into his mouth as he mentally begged for it to stay down. With a full stomach, he wanted to nap, yet he couldn't allow himself to sit still or stop moving. If he did, he'd surely fall asleep on the spot, leaving everyone in danger. He knew it was arrogant to think his reappearance would bring an end to this war, but it might be enough to bring Zeke and Erwin together again, then maybe the two leaders would be able to find a way to end all of this. It was shocking how fast the two alphas had been prepared to rush into battle, and devastating to think his disappearance had caused all of it. If he'd just waited for Zeke, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this? All these people were dying, when none of their deaths were necessary. It broke his heart to think about it. And to think of those already dead and rotting on the battlefield. War was the one thing he'd hoped to avoid, even at the cost of his freedom. Now it was right upon the castle's doorstep, which meant there was no time for resting. Dressed in Erwin's clothes, he'd shredded the end off a sheet to make a makeshift belt that sat beneath his swollen stomach to give the fabric some shape. His chest still tickled from poor condition of his lungs, this was the most dressed he'd been in weeks with the thick clock helping to keep him warm and helping prevent another coughing fit. Pulling his hair back into a bun, Eren left Armin's quarters with him. Luca striding along beside him as he held himself tall. Everyone they passed could be involved in his detainment, so he wanted everyone to see that he was now free. Even if they sent for help, or word to Dina, Eren was an omega scorned. His people suffering, and to him, it was like someone striking his precious children. He wasn't going to stand for it. Marching to the royal library, the door was guarded by two of the royal advisors instead of guards. Things must have been for there to be a lack of guards at the door of what was now the most important room in the whole castle. Ignoring the way the tried to prevent him from entering unannounced, Eren pushed both wooden doors open with a slight bit of magic, causing everyone in the room to stop what they were doing and stare. All of them shocked over the return of the missing "prince". Locking eyes on the maps rolled over the reading tables, Eren strode forward. Oozing the confidence of man who hadn't been sleeping in his own filth for weeks "Hanji, status report. How far have they advanced, and where is Erwin on the battlefield" Gawking at him, Hanji blinked, her face brightening as Eren shot her down before she could even start "Now is not the time. Armin has filled me in on the gist of things, but right now I need to know where Erwin is, and Zeke too if you have that information" No one appreciated an omega barging in and making demands, let alone the one they thought pregnant to Zeke. Hanji's face took on a more professional expression as Eren reached the table "Soldiers have infiltrated Mitras and rounding up members of nobility. We've taken in as many as we can, but the castle's sustained heavy damage from repeated dragon attacks. "Levi" rode for the port, taking 5 thousand soldiers with him to help with evacuating as many citizens as possible. I don't have the exact numbers of those who rode on with him. As for Zeke, we've had reports he's in Eldia, engaged in battle along the coastline with the anti-naval squads. Marley has 3 dragons in its control. They're distinguished by the thick iron collars around their necks. They'd been concentrating the main attack on the port. Once they take the port, they'll be able to land more reinforcements" Pointing out what she meant on the map, Eren nodded along. Dragons were going to be the biggest hurdle for their soldiers "Can we get mail out?" "As far as I know" "I need you to write to Historia. I need you to inform her that I have returned, and that you'll need all the burn salve she can send. Have those who can move help those wounded down to the lower castle. The mages can use the power of the oracle's altar to cast a protection spell over the place. If the castle falls, that will be the only safe place left. What are our food stocks like?" "We have adequate food for now" Eren shook his head "Then we don't have enough. Have the mages work on seeds and herbs. We'll need them for both food and medicine. No one who asks for aid shall be turned away. Water is to be distributed to all, as well as blankets. It is the job of the guards to keep the peace with the refugees. The people of Eldia must come first, and families are to be kept together. Take a list of those missing or known to be dead for later identification. Despite what we wish, mourning those who have fallen will have to wait, or we who are left will soon join them. Hanji, Armin mentioned battleships. What are they equipped with?" "Anti-dragon harpoon cannons. As well as 50mm shells" "They all run on fuel?" "Yes. Their hulls are reinforced steel. The cannons are wood mounted with full 360 degree range" Alright. First thing he needed to do was take care of the cannons. The harpoons didn't sound like a whole lot of fun, but he'd have to run the risk of being shot down "We feel Zeke is most probably on the front line" "What colours are his troops wearing?" "Red, black and white. Why? What are you planning?" "I'm planning on flying down there" "You can't" "Hanji..." "Eren, you've come out of a drop. Moblit debriefed me on what happened within the cells" "If you mean my turning feral, there seems to have been no real deficient from being held down there in that state. The child inside me lives" "You mean to face both Zeke and "Levi"?" "I do. This war was engineered from the beginning by Queen Dina. I know bringing them together now won't stop things, but we cannot allow either of them to die and fuel the cycle of hatred between Marley and Eldia further" Hanji blinked at him, taking a few moments before letting out a deep breath "When did you become so strong?" "Don't waste time on stupid questions like that. Now. If anything is to happen to you, Levi, or myself, let it be known Armin is to take the throne of Eldia and to rule as it's crown prince. He has both the wisdom and compassion, and it is both mine and Levi's wishes that he do so. I'll be departing for the front lines immediately. Luca, you are to stay here with Armin" Luca wasn't impressed. Jumping up on the table, his son glared at him "Baby boy. I need you to be safe" Chirping, Luca flicked his tail, not impressed. Leaning down, Eren took Luca's face into his hands, nuzzling his forehead as he kissed the spot gently "You are my pride and joy. My baby boy. I know how hard you tried to tell them, and I am so proud of you. I need to know you're safe every moment I am gone, or I might not make it back with my life. Do you understand why I can't take you? Because I love you more than I love myself. I'm going to give you a special mission. I want you to stay with Armin at all times. If something happens, you are to run. Only fight when there's no other option left" Luca trilled sadly "I know. I know, my baby. I promise we'll be reunited soon. I love you" Luca gave a sad chirp, nuzzling back into his kisses "Be good for me, my beautiful son" Releasing Luca, the dragon let out a sad cry. It tore at Eren's heart, but he had a job to do. Looking to Hanji, he gave a nod "Keep them safe" "I will... I wish you wouldn't go. You need to rest and recover. Rushing into battle may... you may go right back into another drop. You're in such a delicate mental state, not to mention physical state. You're pregnant, the battlefield is the worst place for you to be. You may drop again, and if you do..." He already knew it was going to be an enormous strain on his body, but he also knew he had to go. They didn't have time for this "Then tell me, what is it you can do?I'm the only one who will reach their in time, and the only one here who can shift into a dragon. It's like I told Armin, in the time I waste resting, our friends could be dead. Do this for me Hanji. Protect our people, and protect our home" "Eren..." "I have to go. Stay safe, Luca" He kissed his son's forehead again. He was coming back for him. For all of them... but mostly Luca.

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🏰⚔️🐲🐲👑👑 - DMODT - arc 5. Eren's middrop. 54

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