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archangeldraws · 4 years ago

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Reunion- Part two

A King Ghidorah fanfiction

Doraut AU

The human crew watches in awe and shock, as all of Ghidorah's heads lean towards their ship and look closely at the woman standing on the railing. She stretches an arm out, placing her hand on the beast's snout and smiles, tears streaking her face. She didn't look scared. Happy even. It was as if seeing a mother being reunited with her lost child. The thought itself was just absurd. How could a human be so happy to get this close to Monster Zero? That thing killed so many people, tried to take over the world, controlled other Titans and ordered them to destroy everything in their path. He even tried to kill Godzilla and died at his hand. Then some insane rich maniacs used his leftover parts to built a robot, again to kill Godzilla and that thing came back to life! How could this strange woman, who they'd only know for a few months and didn't know about any of the things that happened in the last 10 years be so eager to meet this murderous being?!

King Ghidorah studies the little being in front of him, as if he'd never seen a human before. The fact he's just been standing there for minutes, staring down at them and hadn't attacked yet was a miracle in on itself. Usually, and everyone knew it, Ghidorah attacks on sight. Usually, there was no hesitation. But this time the dragon seems unsure on what to do. The middle head's tongue snakes out, tasting the air. It was as if the woman and the beast were talking, without using words. She had explained to them before, that she could communicate with Ghidorah via telepathy since she was a child. And it.... It used to be her pet. What a strange thought. How could this being have ever been someone's pet? It's been on this world, encased in ice for 20.000 years and she says she was Ghidorah's old master and came from the future, 1.000 years from now. This doesn't make ANY sense!

Someone screams as Monster Zero's tongue lashes forwards, wrapping around the woman and picking her up. For a second they think it's trying to swallow her and they raise their weapons, ready to shoot. But it doesn't. It just... turns around and casually walks back to the mountain it came from. It didn't attack them, just... Took the woman and left. That's.... weird. “Should.... Should we do something, Sir?” A soldier turns to his commander, waiting for orders. The man that was his superior shakes his head. “No. She asked us not to do anything if we aren't in danger. Even if it killed her, we are not to engage. She wanted this. Monarch's orders.” Everyone on board stood still, not daring to move just yet. No one has every gotten this close to Monster Zero and lived to tell the tale. It's behavior was very unusual. They have to report this. In their fear they didn't even notice the rumble that came from the left head. A low grumbling sound from deep within it's throat. Like a purr.

Ghidorah leaves the ship behind. Ni thought if thrashing it with a tail, but Ichi decided against it. “Leave it be.”, he told his brother. He moves back up the mountain, back into their cave. He lays down, the middle head bending down to carefully release the tiny being wrapped in his tongue and looks at her with his usual emotionless expression. San was shaking with excitement. He wanted to dash forward and headbutt the human. Like he used to as a Dorat. Some old habits are hard to kill. But he restrains himself. Because now his happy greeting would crush her to mush, if he did so. “Explain yourself. How are you here?” Ni squints his eyes at the woman, not sure if he should be happy or angry. He decided on angry. “How are you still alive? We thought you died a long time ago. If you've been alive this whole time, why didn't you come sooner?! WHY?!” Ni roars, angry and hurt. Eva sighs, collecting herself and stands up straight. “I know you're angry and confused. I will explain everything. Things are not as you think.” “HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE THINK?! YOU GAVE UP ON US! YOU ABANDONED US!!” “Ni, please. I didn't abandon you! Let me explain.” “EXCUSES!” “Brother, calm down! Let her talk. We'll decide what to do, after.” Ichi towers over Ni, looking down on his brother in a dominating manner. He's telling him to stay quiet. Ni huffs, seething with anger but he bends down submissively. For now.

After taking in a deep breath, Eva sits down on the ground. “Do you still remember the day everything changed? When they took you from me? It was horrible. I still remember the looks on your faces as my parents handed you over, just like that. They sold you. They didn't know what they wanted with you, but they didn't really ask either. All we knew was, that the government needed you to 'help mankind', but I didn't buy it. Why would they need Dorats to help mankind? Dorats were just pets, like cats or dogs. I didn't understand. I was just a child.... But I did promise I would come for you. And I kept my promise. Since that day I have been working hard to get you back. I studied hard in school, helped in charities and got in contact with activists. Anything that could have something to do with the government and Dorats. Over the years I managed to find my way to different kinds of people, until I ended up with a rebel group. We had some things in common. Like me they knew something was up, something bad. That our country's leaders were keeping secrets and doing things that were more than illegal. Like me... They had lost their Dorats. I figured out there was a pattern. All the Dorats that were taken had strong psychic abilities. So we collected more information, as discretely as we could. Some of them had connections. We found out that there was a secret lab, hidden down below Mount Fuji. We heard of terrible experiments going on there. That they were working on a biological weapon to take out Godzilla. That was their plan. They wanted to create a titan, one that was stronger than the king of the monsters, to take his place. A new king. One they could control. That's why they chose Dorats for their experiments. Because, unlike other animals, Dorats were a man made being, one that was more intelligent and easy to control through it's mind. Project: King Ghidorah.”

“How did you know we were still alive?” San snakes closer, looking sad. The information they were getting was very different to what they knew. Not that they knew much. The memories of their abuse was pushed back as far as possible, not wanting to remember what had been done to them. Then again, there were many blackouts in their memory.

“Like I said, the other rebels too, had lost their beloved Dorats. But the difference between them and you was, after some time, they had received their Dorats back. In urns....” she chuckles, though not in an amused way. “Those sick bastards. After their experiments failed, they burned the bodies and send their ashes back to their owners. So they could 'mourn' them. I never received yours. So I was clinging to the hope that you were still alive. Even years later. But.... There have been days I wished I would wake up to seeing three little urns standing on my dresser. Then you wouldn't be in pain anymore...” She coughs, rubbing some tears from her face. “I've been working with the rebel group secretly for about 2 years, taking on some Taekwan do classes, learning how to use a weapon, how to work computers... I was getting ready to come and get you. We managed to get some connections within the secret facilities. People who, like us, knew that this was wrong. And people who had changed their minds and sided with us. We snuck in. We thought we were prepared. And we were too proud. I lost many good friends that day. They either died or were taken.... I'm not proud of the things I've done. I left them behind and just kept on pushing forward. I was so determined on getting to you, I lost a bit of myself on the way... When I finally reached you... I didn't know what to think. You were no longer my three little boys, but instead.... A monster.”

Eva looks up to face Ghidorah once more, trying to read their faces. San looks sad. Ichi looks unmoved. But there was a glint in his eye. If he was feeling anything, he was hiding it very well. Ni... Ni always wore his anger on his sleeve. And now it wasn't any different. “Monster... Yes. Nothing we haven't heard before.” Ichi frowns a little. As if hearing that word come from her mouth actually hurt, for once. “We.... We don't remember any of this... You came for us? Why can't we remember seeing you?” San wore a strained look on his face, as if trying hard to remember something, searching his mind for anything. But there was nothing. “You can't remember because... You weren't there. Your body was, but your minds were.... trapped, or something. It was as if you were a zombie. I shouted your names. I touched you. I even kicked and punched you, just to get any kind of reaction! But there was nothing. Your eyes were so lifeless... When I found you... You were in some kind of underground enclosure. A prison, really. Chained down in every way possible, so you wouldn't be able to even move an inch. Not that you could anyway. When my touch and my voice couldn't reach you, I tried feeling for your minds. But they were just as empty as your eyes. But still, I knew you were still in there, somewhere. I could feel it! I tried to free you, releasing all those chains, but I didn't have enough time. Some of the scientists found me and attacked me. In the middle of our fight we somehow... activated something. I hadn't noticed it before, but they had managed to, I don't know how... Create a time portal. And that thing was big. Big enough for you to fit.” “A time portal? For what?” Ichi looks at her as if she was an alien, saying she was coming in peace. “That's the thing. They wanted you to kill Godzilla and take his place as the new alpha titan. But you weren't strong enough to take him on just yet. So they had the brilliant idea to send you back in time and kill him when he was younger and weaker. And then to use you to control all the titans and become the strongest power on the whole planet. But before they could get you ready, I destroyed their plans. In our struggle, the last of your restrains came lose and you were sucked into the portal.... Ichi, Ni, San... You were send back in time, 20.000 years from now. But we, you and I, were originally from the time 3025... We actually come from the future.”

It seems like those news actually shocked the golden demise, as Ghidorah sits down, taking all of this in. “Then.... How are YOU here?” Ni asks, looking tired from too much information. “I got sucked in as well. But the portal was unstable and kept changing its time settings and coordinates every few seconds. So I actually landed here a few months ago. We left at the same time, but now there is a time difference of 20.000 years between us. It's unbelievable that after so long, you are still alive! I almost gave up on finding you again. When they told me Godzilla destroyed you.... And how your brain was used for a robot... And how you came back to life. I-... I couldn't believe it, really. But here you are! And we can talk again! Our link is still there... I'm-.... I'm so happy to see you.” Eva chokes on her words, tears swelling up in her eyes again. “To hear your voices after all those years, it's like a dream. And I hope I never wake up from this!” “You... You're not scared of us?” San leans down, sniffing her. “I could never be scared of you.” “We could kill you, you know. We are no longer those Dorats you knew. We are no ones pet. We are KING Ghidorah!” Ichi says this, in a matter of facts. “I know... I know you could. And I came prepared. If you want me dead, you can kill me. I don't mind. I just wanted to see you, one last time.�� Her voice is shaking. Not from fear, but from happiness. Happy to see them. King Ghidorah, Monster Zero, the golden demise, the one that is many. King Killer. Ichi, Ni and San. She sits before them, ready to receive death. She's happy, now that she got what she wanted. Seeing them, talking to them. Letting them know that her love for them was so strong, that she is willing to die at their claws if it makes them happy.

Ghidorah lies down on the ground, placing his three heads in front of the human before them. “Know this. If you leave us again, then we WILL kill you. Understood?” Eva looks up at Ichi. Even though he just threatened her, he didn't say it with as much malice as he normally would. He even smirked a little. “You better stay. Or WE will come find you this time!” Ni snarls, but the sound that came from him was more a purr than a growl. “We missed you.” San licked her carefully and purred even louder.

A few hours later, the ship was still there, the crew watched Ghidorah emerge from his cave again and approaching them. Did he kill her after all? Is he coming for them next? King Ghidorah growls at them, but the middle head reaches down once more. On his head? The woman. And she looks very much alive. She waves and shouts at them. “Thank you for helping me! I'll be staying here now. But maybe you can do me another favor? I'll be needing some necessities. Food, clothes, shelter and all that. You got a tent on there somewhere?”

What a strange request. A human, living among Kaiju? No human was ever allowed to step foot on this island. But this was good. With Eva living on Monster Island and with Ghidorah as her protector, they could study them even better. What's the cost of food, clothing and some electronics and everything she asks for in return for such valuable information? She even promised to help them study Ghidorah more, if he doesn't kill her. As long as they swear not to harm him in any way or use the information against him. So they hook her up with everything she needs. They built a new Monarch outpost near the island, nothing too big and send a small boat towards the island once a week to bring their new 'co-worker' everything she needs. At first she got a big tent that was placed inside the cave. Then Ghidorah allowed some humans to bring containers, to make a makeshift house inside his cave, so Eva could be warm during winter. But they were still cautious. They learned pretty quickly that Monster Zero only allows them near him as long as Eva was there as well. If she wasn't, he would revert back to his old behavior and attack any human vessel coming closer. But they can work with that. And the things they learned was important to them, to understand titans and help the world understand and live with them peacefully. Especially the weekly reports they received from Eva about what Ghidorah was up to, how he interacted with other titans, even Godzilla himself. Which they noticed, would apparently come and check up on the dragon. They learned that Godzilla seemed very surprised to find a human with Ghidorah. Eva also managed to snap some really interesting photos on that island. Of kaiju sub-species they haven't seen before and even selfies with Ghidorah AND Godzilla in the background. Even better when she send them photos of Rodan, who came to visit and Mothra as well. Knowing titans act so human like to visit each other and talk like friends was just... funny.

Read part 1 here- https://archangeldraws.tumblr.com/post/649687984452648960/reunion

(Eva is my human OC)

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years ago

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Chizuru Town (Part 1)

In the game you wake up on the beach in Chizuru with NO IDEA how you got there.

I have a little fun with it. Enjoy!

“MC!”

The children’s voices were happy and oddly squeaky. They draw you out of unconsciousness. Your body feels a bit cold, and you shiver.

“MC!” They keep calling you. You’re lying face up but their hands are pressed against your back. They keep pushing you from below.

You take a breath and feel the cold shock of water up your nose. The choking sensation makes you want to bolt upright but something is holding you up on the surface of the water. You catch a glimpse of silver grey, rubbery skin. A thin slit in that skin opens and sprays a mist with a sharp whoosh. The children’s voices are replaced by the squealing and whistling of dolphins.

Dolphins! Their sharp pointed fins are cutting through the water. You can see their bright eyes turn to look up at you. The way their mouths curve in their snouts gives them a smile. But they were powerful, insistent creatures. The moment you tried to swim on your own, they pushed you out of the water again.

The salt water in your mouth, the frigid breeze against your sun warmed skin told you this wasn’t a dream. You’d heard stories of dolphins rescuing people before, but you’d never actually thought you’d get to experience being carried on these muscular bodies.

There were more surrounding you. Their sparkling backs broke the surface, no doubt watching. One eventually peeled off and another replaced them and you realized they were taking turns carrying you along. The sun was about halfway across the sky now and you could see the sparkling white sand of a small beach. The beach was only a few yards wide before it hit the seawall. You could climb up the seawall by what looked like stairs that led to a main street.

You gather your arms about yourself. What little clothing had survived the ghost tooth dragon vipers was torn away by the water and water-born debris. You were completely naked. You already were in the country illegally. You couldn’t imagine what would happen if you just showed up completely exposed like this. But how would you get any clothing?

The dolphins didn’t care about this at all. They pressed forward. If they knew anything about humans, it was that humans belonged on land and, for whatever reason, they had made it their mission to get you to the land as soon as possible. They pushed you with their snouts so hard you thought you might bruise and swam so quickly, you formed a wake in the water. You were already weak from fatigue and dehydration. There was no way you could fight them.

So you are pushed like a buoy towards the shore. When the water got too shallow the dolphins were forced to turn back or risk beaching themselves. Still, they swam a close distance away. Your body was shaking at a steady constant rate and the warm sand was irresistible. You lay down and sigh.

After a bit of rest, you pick a shadier spot against the wall, out of the sun and hopefully out of the prying eyes of people walking by. The dolphins follow you, spy hopping and watching. This was all so surreal.

You were supposed to be dead.

Again.

When you were younger, you read a book about a world where there was almost no difference between heaven, hell, and the living world. People died and woke up again to a place they found familiar and only vaguely strange. The book was deliberately unsettling, meant to blur the line between reality and dreams. The protagonist wasn’t sure if he was still alive, in heaven, or in hell, and the reader was not to know either until the end.

You’re feeling this way now. You thought you had died in the Arctic ocean, only to be thrown into a chaotic dragonslaying academy. Now you thought you died, only to wake up to a school of dolphins after nearly getting eaten by a dragon.

How are you alive after all that has happened? Maybe you weren’t alive. Maybe this was hell and you were suffering multiple deaths. The dolphins chattered brightly ahead of you, but now their sounds seemed more like they were mocking you, naked, on the sand alone, alive again with no friends.

There was no sign of Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang or Caesar Gattuso. Were they saved by dolphins too? Or left to drown and be eaten? Was God only with you and not with them? Your mind starts to form an idea. You can test out this theory. Worst case scenario was that you died for real and you’d long since gotten over that fear.

You stand up and brush the sand off your bare bottom. You would take your time to rest and hide out until night fell and then use the dark to your advantage.

Fatigue made you sleep longer than you wanted. Darkness has truly fallen when you wake up, stiff and achy. A greyish mat of sand has stuck to your whole body. You look back towards the ocean, but the dolphins are gone. You waddle out on wobbly legs and wash the sand away. After so much time in the water, the feel of it on your skin was suddenly abhorrent and you would be happy if you never spent another day in the ocean as long as you lived.

The theory that you’re actually dead and none of this was real was again challenged by how hard it was to make it up the stairs. You were so exhausted, starving and dehydrated that you swayed. You’d give anything for a bowl of hot ramen, served up fresh with a bit of egg floating on top.

You heard a voice cry out. A young couple was out for a stroll and had spotted you. You must look like a monster, hair long and matted and no clothes at all. Sure enough, they back away moaning with trembling voices before turning to run off, screaming something you can’t understand. Further up towards the street, you see bright lights. The smell of vendors cooking street food makes your stomach rumble. You couldn’t be out in the open, but maybe if you got close enough, you could dumpster dive and find some clothes. You sneak behind the back of the nearest building, a stucco box with a small front yard. The young man of the couple returns with a few other people. He’s speaking breathlessly, pointing towards the ocean. Poor guy. No doubt he thought he’d seen some ghost girl come from the ocean. This is probably something that would traumatize him for life.

You hear a small noise next to you. A little black cat is pawing at you. You could barely see it in the shadows. It didn’t care that you weren’t wearing clothes. Its fur was soft and warm and its purrs were comforting. You run your hand over its head and ears and it crawls into your lap. You would have liked to own a cat someday. You always liked them. They were funny and cute and very affectionate like this one. When you raise your eyes, your heart leaps. There are clothes hanging on a clothesline from a house not too far away!

You scramble quickly towards it, careful not to step on anything that might make noise. You check every gap to make sure that no one can see you. Then as soon as you reach the clothing, you carefully yank it off the line. It was just one of the local school uniforms. The white button down top was a bit small, but the wine-colored skirt fits you just fine around the waist. You were only a bit older than Renata when she died so this was probably the outfit of a highschool student.

Your eyes fall on the back door of the house. That’s right, Japanese don’t wear shoes in the house. These shoes were laid out neatly on the rack. You glance around and carefully approach, snatching what you hope will fit you. They’re just the right size, much to your shock. This surprise is enough to send a jolt of happiness through you. Now clothed, you return to the cat and pick it up in your arms and walk out on the street. The first thing you saw was a sign that said, Chizuru.

Before arriving in Japan, Norma, the school AI had told you about a place called Chizuru being a safe haven and to find an Internet Cafe there if you ever got into trouble. The hairs rose on the back of your arms. How could this be possible that dolphins not only save your life, but take you directly to the place that you needed to be? You sang the song that said ‘God is with you’ but it was supposed to be a metaphor right?

You approach a man on the street who looks at you with a stunned expression. “I… excuse…”

Before you can ask anything, he shakes his head again and again and flees from you. “Wait! I need…”

You try again, this time of one of the vendors, an old craggy-faced man who stares at you with a black expression until you give up.

Burned, you just decide to wander around until you see something that looks like an internet cafe. It wouldn’t be in a neighborhood. More likely closer to the city center, on a main street. You head that way, away from the beach and the houses. The city center seems much quieter than you would expect it to be. You stop.

A group of people are standing on the street, five men in black leather jackets displaying flaming Oni masks. One had a wild looking tall mohawk dyed red. His black jeans reached down to black leather boots studded with silver spikes. It was as if the black dragon that tried to eat you had turned human and walked on land.

He turned his head and spotted you. It was too late to hide. His eyes ran up and down the length of you and he grinned, and made a slow whistling noise. You may have been raised in an orphanage but you weren’t that naive to not know what that smile meant. You’d seen it before on some of the staff who liked to take advantage of the older girls there.

So you didn’t need to know the vulgar words coming out of their mouth. You set the kitten down on a nearby trash can and pat it on the head, quietly telling it to stay in Russian. The cat obliged, and started to clean its paws.

In the orphanage, you were taught hand to hand basics until you were strong enough to actually use it in a fight. The trainings were very light against each other and you weren’t allowed to cause injury, but there was no gender splitting. You were only hybrids. Whether you were male or female, it didn’t matter so long as you had dragonblood in your veins.

Because of your background, you didn’t show the same innocent fear that these men may have been accustomed to from someone your age, in that clothing. You stared them straight in the eyes, your arms at your side, not moving forward or back. This nonchalant attitude made them stand there in brief bewilderment. The one with the mohawk was clearly the bolder of the five and he shouted something at you that you don’t understand. You just shake your head.

“I need to find the Internet Café…” You make a gesture with your hands to pantomime typing at a computer. They started to laugh, elbowing each other and nodding. You sigh. You’re so tired and it showed on your face.

Your lack of Japanese and your weary expression was an invitation to attack and they approached you now.

In the orphanage, no one would approach you like this in such a joking manner. Especially not on the training grounds. The Mohawk’s hands were relaxed. He was confident. He wasn’t watching your hands ball into fists as tight as stones and he wasn’t watching the sudden shift in your feet as you moved into a sturdy stance. He reached out with his hand to your elbow. So he was unable to block or dodge your fist that struck him like lightning.

He didn’t just feel pain or stagger back. The man felt flat to his side, straight to the pavement, and he didn’t get up. The eyes of his four friends followed him down with a stunned feeling. You knew that feeling. Like they suddenly found themselves in a fantasy world where a high school girl in a school uniform could knock out a gangster with a single hit?

Maybe this was a fantasy world and you were a fantasy high schooler. After all, you were carrying a cat!

They all turned to you in unison and you attacked the next one, levering back on one leg and slamming him with a kick to the solar plexus. He staggered back, wheezing, curling in on himself, once or twice..

The next one now had the wherewithal to produce a switchblade. He swung it wildly at where your heart should have been, but the blouse was a bit open where it was too tight and he caught a glimpse of the fact that you’re not wearing anything underneath. Your hand caught his wrist and you pulled hard, driving your knee directly into his crotch.

His grip on the knife released as he slowly sank to the ground and you swiped it easily. You give it a toss and catch it by the handle. Now the smile is on your face and there’s no pleasure in it as you stare down the final two gangsters.

One gives up and turns to run, arms pinwheeling comically as his oni mask jacket flapped in the breeze created by his own flight.

The last one was backing away, stumbling over his feet, crawling back upright. And when he does get up, you see something in his hand, shiny and black.

A gun. You hadn’t seen one in a while and you stopped. You couldn’t do anything about this. He just needed to pull the trigger and you were gone. But this was a world where you couldn’t die… right?

A man in a white shirt and black slacks leaped out from behind a car and a bright metal arc gave off sparks as it neatly cut the gun in half. Chu Zihang’s sword then rested its edge on the man’s throat

The man stared at his severed gun in silence a moment before he noticed the blade.

“Senpai!” You joyfully run forward and wrap your arms around Zihang.

Zihang looks bewildered, unsure of what to do. His free hand hovers over your shoulder… head… and then he settles on patting you on the back.

The man at his mercy is trembling in terror at the discovery that this warrior girl in a school uniform somehow has a ‘Senpai’ at all. His companions are already staggering away, one of them limping and bowlegged as he flees.

Chu Zihang raised his hand and rubbed his thumb and fingers together in the universal sign for ‘money’. You stick his tongue out at him.

The man was quick to oblige, tossing him his wallet. Chu Zihang lowered his sword. After examining the contents, he picked out a few bills and handed the man his wallet back but he was already running away.

“Were you just going to let him shoot you?” He asked.

You opened your mouth. “Yes… but!” You raise a finger to halt objections. “I knew something would happen to keep me from dying!”

Chu Zihang shook his head slowly. “Where’s Lu Mingfei and Caesar?”

Your expression sobers. “I don’t know. I was looking for the Internet Cafe…”

He walks over to a vending machine and puts in the money to buy you something to eat. You return to where the cat is resting on the trash can. “What a good kitty!” You whisper, ,gathering it up in your arms.

“You shouldn’t keep that.” The Machine is pouring out noodles with soup broth base. Your stomach rumbles and the cat meows.

“Is there something for Kitty?” You ask.

Chu Zihang sighs again. The man gave the whole wallet, after all. Chu Zihang orders some dried squid for the cat.

In a few moments both you and Kitty are sitting against the building. You’re so hungry that you scald your mouth on the soup, but you don't care. Chu Zihang is silent, still standing guard and watching. With your hunger sated, you look up at him. “You’re the team lead right?”

“Only if I find out Caesar is dead.”

“You think he’s alive? Do you want me to call you boss?”

“No.”

“Okay boss.”

You look up at him and he’s scowling at you, not in the mood for your jokes, or your kitten. “How did you survive?”

“You’re not going to believe this. A pod of dolphins brought me all the way here.”

Much to your surprise he believes you. “That’s true. The dolphins here are very friendly to the locals. In fact there was a story I read about that...”

There was a sudden cacophony of roaring engines. Chu Zihang grabs you and together you duck behind the parked cars. Motorcycles, dozens of them, are all roaring off in one direction, their lights streaming towards a single destination. Among them were vans filled with people with automatic weapons. Right after that, all the lights go out in Chizuru. From the tallest building, to the smallest house, even the lights illuminating the advertisements go dark.

Chu Zihang sighed deep in his chest. “I have a bad feeling Caesar is that way.”

#Dragon Raja

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lesetoilesfous · 4 years ago

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Stale breath when you wake up mhanders? for dadwc

Ahhh I really enjoyed this, thank you so much!

(If you’d like me to write you a dragon age fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: M!Handers

Characters: Anders, Garrett Hawke

Tags: the Circle is awful but this is mostly fluffy naked morning cuddles, no actual smut

Rating: Mature

The best thing about freedom, Anders thinks, as he rolls over in a warm bed on soft sheets under thick covers, is definitely the sunlight. Kinloch hadn’t had windows, not really: just small slots 30ft up in the walls, otherwise bricked up to try and stop the endemic problem of mages jumping out of them. But Hawke’s mansion has tall, wide, expensive windows: windows that spill a wealth of golden sunlight over Anders’ body in the morning like a dwarven fortune, waking him with the kiss of sunlight promised by romance novels hidden behind shelves in the library. That sensation was a foreign one to him and difficult to imagine, something that he’d only half remembered in snatches of childhood memory on a distant farm in a different language. But he knows it now, intimately, luxuriantly, freely.

Warmed by the sun, Anders stretches his body, relishing in the size of a bed accommodated to fit him (neither his pallet in the Circle nor his cot at the clinic are long enough for him to do anything but sleep curled and awkward in a way that has locked his muscles since he was a teeanger.)

Next to him, Garrett chuckles, low and rough, warm breath tickling Anders’ bare chest as a thick arm wraps around his waist, pulling him firmly closer. “You’re like a cat.” Garrett mumbles into the pillow, eyes still firmly shut, body resolutely turned away from the rising sun of a bright blue day in Kirkwall. Anders figuratively purrs, pressing closer to Hawke as he does so and pushing lazy kisses against his cheek and nose and lips.

“Thank you.”

Garrett laughs again, and his strong arms tighten around Anders’ waist. This at last prompts him to frown, opening his eyes and squinting at the concave hollow where Anders’ belly should be. “Now for my next trick, making you eat like one. When did you last eat, love?”

Caught between the decision to be honest and take the easy out of a lie, Anders hesitates, and Garrett’s frown deepens. He presses a kiss to Anders’ cheek, beard scratching a tickle against Anders’ skin as he does so, and moves to climb out of the bed. “I’m making breakfast.”

“No!” Anders yelps, catching his lover before he can sit up and pulling him back down into the mattress (his warden training had been useful for something, after all.) Anders runs his hands through Garrett’s hair, soothing his protestations as he wraps his legs around him, and Garrett laughs again, his great hairy chest rumbling with it as he lets his weight fall back onto Anders, temporarily defeated.

Eyes shut, Garrett sighs, smiling. “We’re like two blighted teenagers.”

Anders softens while Garrett’s eyes are shut, allowing himself the license to look at him with all the love he feels, a permission that still feels strange and uneasy after so many years of unlearning how. But it gets easier, now, as he curls forward, scratching through Garrett’s thick, dark hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “We’ve earned a little carelessness.”

Garrett hums, sitting up easily and turning to push Anders back down onto the pillows. Anders falls easily, happily, grinning up at his lover. Garrett just stares at him for a moment, and Anders doesn’t look away, soaking up the impossible truth that this man really is in love with him. Then Garrett bends, thick fingers pushing gently into Anders’ hair as he cups his face. “Carelessness I can do.”

Garrett’s voice is rough and low with want, words more of a growl than anything else, and Anders feels want coil lazy and hot in his gut. He tilts his chin up, grinning at his lover. “Prove it.”

Garrett’’s hand tightens in his hair, and he pulls him closer for a kiss, breath stale with a long night’s sleep, body musty with sweat. Anders doesn’t care. He breathes in the novelty of a lover he has the luxury to sleep beside, a luxury part of him had stopped believing he could have some time between his eighteenth birthday and his twenty-eighth.

No, he thinks. This is the best part of freedom. Stale breath when you wake up, and a lover to wake up to.

Then Garrett’s arms pull Anders closer, and for once, he stops thinking about the past entirely, and exists only in the present: loved, happy, free.

#dadwc #my fic #handers #m!handers #anders #garrett hawke #anon #da2

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years ago

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Guardian of creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 10

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well happy New Year and happy 2021! Hopefully we have a better year than last year was and a new year means new fanfics! And to top it off I’m gonna start off with a new chapter for my GOC story. Also I’ve got 8 new chapters of my new Borhap Disney AU series so I hope you all love that but for now I hope you all enjoy this chapter here. Also I hope you all enjoy the little surprise at the end.

And if you need a refresher playing Seraffel is Jensen Ackles and Thor is Jared Padalecki.

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Chapter 10,

Preparations beings

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With no time to spare, John and Serafina use their magic to further disassemble the mansion and soon there stood a suitcase and it soon locked up. John took the suitcase while going up towards Seraffel (both boys were now back in their dragon forms) while Serafina went up to Thor.

You noticed that now she was growing slightly hesitant towards the storm dragon. Her hand held up midway towards his snout but she stopped herself. You then watch as Thor nuzzles his snout right into Serafina’s chest. Deep, soothing rumbles come out of his throat that almost resembled the soft sound of thunder.

“Come on. We can’t stay here. Everyone pick a dragon and prepare for a long flight.” Freddie said as he slithered his way towards Thor and wrapped himself around the storm dragon’s back. You noticed how unlike before when Freddie used his coils to subdue the Wyvern, he wasn’t squeezing or even trying to strangle the storm dragon.

Brian joined John on top of Seraffel and of course Roger went with Freddie and Serafina. Now it was up to you to decide which dragon you would go with. But before you made any decision, you suddenly found two giant dragon heads leaning barely an inch away from you. You stared into the deep ocean blue and amethyst eyes of these great beasts you had only read in stories. Both had a slitted pupil, like a cats as they pierced your very soul.

You could feel each intake and breath of air they exhaled as they stared at you. The earth almost seemed to move underneath you as they let out soft growls. It was then Seraffel made the first move and pushed his head against you. From his throat, deep yet loving growls came out as he kept pushing himself against you, his scales rubbing up against your stomach.

“Push your weight against him.” John said to you. You looked up at your teacher and did as he told you. Seraffel’s growls became more loving and affectionate as he now allowed his brother to do the same. This time you felt Thor’s snout actually stroke and nuzzle your back as affectionate growls came out of him.

“They’re thanking you for reuniting us.” Serafina said with a soft smile. You smiled and decided to give them affection back. You gently headbutted the side of Thor’s face as he circled his long neck around you in an affectionate dragon hug. Seraffel’s head soon came back into the game and you did the same thing.

His eyes closed as he gave your forehead a gentle headbutt back. He also gave you a dragon’s kiss. His cold tongue nipped at your left cheek while your right cheek was also licked by Thor’s warm one. A perfect mixture of warm and cold.

“You’re welcome.” You said to them. The two dragons stared down at you before bowing their heads to you and actually letting you soft purrs. You then walk over to Seraffel and he gladly moves his blue-finned tail closer to you. You grab a hold of his tail and he slowly lifts you up onto his back and Brian helps you get situated.

“You might want to hold on tightly.” Brian tells you. You wrap your arms around the Elven lord’s waist and he tells John that we’re ready.

“Volant Seraffel.”

“Volant Thor.” Both John and Serafina say at the same time and soon your stomach lurches downward as you are first hovering over the ground, but soon the ground becomes smaller and smaller as the air grows a little bit colder. The clouds wisping past your bare arms, never did you think you’d ever get to feel what an actual cloud feels like but there you were.

Soon the clouds disappeared and all you could see was the full moon and a sea of stars.

“Not many can say they’ve truly earned a Dragon’s loyalty.” Brian’s voice said to you. You look at him and he turns to you, a soft gleam in his eyes (in fact they almost seemed enhanced underneath the light of the stars. A richer color of blue). “Only two other people I know of have earned that level of trust. And you’ve been taught by them.”

“So—these two are really John and Serafina’s children? I mean they’re dragons. But John and Serafina are sorcerers. How did they—”

“Adopted.” Ohh okay that makes sense. “They were adopted by John and Serafina at birth. But it doesn’t make them any less their own. You see, they were abandoned by their nests well over 700 years ago. Serafina still could sense life within their eggs so she and John took it upon themselves to see if they could hatch them. At least give them a chance at life unlike their real families did.”

“That’s so cruel.”

“It’s nature. Especially for dragons. For them only the strong survive. Any egg that doesn’t hatch along with the rest of its nest is considered infertile. So they abandon their unhatched eggs without a second thought.”

“How long did it take for them to finally hatch?” you ask him.

“Those two waited on those eggs hand and foot. Then finally when last leaves of Autumn fell and the first kiss of Winter came; Seraffel was the first to spring right out of his egg. Three months later during the first spring thunderstorm, Thor arrived.”

Wow so these dragons are just three months apart from each other. But they’re so big since they’re technically considered runts. I mean if it’s the same sort of situation like with other animals like dogs or pigs when you get the runt of the litter, John and Serafina must’ve really loved and cared for these dragons to get this big.

“Can I ask—why John and Serafina never really……”

“Had children of our own?” John suddenly spoke up. You turn to see John staring towards Serafina riding on Thor. Seraffel let out a growl towards Thor before letting out a few grunts and huffs. Thor let out a soft rumble before flying a few feet ahead. “It happened just shortly after the two of us ran away from the cult. We had been caught in an ambush. Serafina and I had gotten trapped by my psychotic mother and her vicious sisters and cousins. My mother gave Serafina a curse. A dark curse that almost killed her had it not been for Brian and Roger. But—it had severe consequences.”

“You see, Serafina had taken a blood curse. And a curse like that destroys you from the inside out. Severe internal bleeding, organs slowly shutting down till finally……” Brian stopped and took a sharp breath in. “No living sorcerer has survived it because there’s no counter spell to reverse it. Thanks to Freddie’s advance knowledge of brewery and Naga magic she miraculously survived. However it had come with a price.”

“One was her natural appearance. As I’m sure you recall from when Freddie showed you our past, she had black hair and brown eyes. Well it changed her hair and eye color to the color of blood. First it was her eyes then her hair slowly but surely became blood red. Then—we found out she had become infertile.”

Infertile? You mean as in…….

“John and Serafina longed to have a family of their own. Especially once all this mess had been put behind them. But when they asked Freddie about her other symptoms after her hair started to change, he gave them the cold-honest truth. Serafina could never bare any children. Not even he could change that.” Brian explained solemnly.

Poor Serafina. Not only did she lose her entire family but she also lost a shot at making one with the man she loves. You could tell by John’s posture that it hurt for him to even speak of it.

“We were both devastated, especially Serafina. She felt like she had failed me because she knew how much I wanted to be a father. But I assured her it wasn’t her fault. None of it was. But I guess fate was on our side because eventually we found these two.” John placed a comforting hand to Seraffel’s neck who let out a soft purr as he leaned against his father’s touch.

“Then how come you guys weren’t around when I first met you all?” at that point John went quiet and lowered his head down. You saw his shoulder softly shake but Brian placed a comforting hand on your master’s shoulder and he whispered in Elvish to him.

Now you didn’t know much about the language but there were a few words you did pick up. Basically Brian was telling John to calm down and you heard him mention Thor and Seraffel’s names. John then rested himself against Seraffel’s neck, clinging onto him and stroking his black scales.

“In the summer of 1309, we had another run in with John’s family in Scotland at the time of the battle of Bannockburn. A few years after William Wallace had been beheaded and his limbs cut off to be displayed to the 4 corners of England and Scotland……”

“It’ll take all night for you to explain it!” John snapped. The tremor in his voice trying to hold back a sob but mostly came out in anger. He levitated himself over Brian and sat between the two of you. He placed both index and tall finger at each side of your temples and said. “I’ll show you what happened that day. But just know it wasn’t her fault.”

His fingers glowed purple and soon you felt your mind being flushed down a vortex and you found yourself hovering over a battlefield.

A whole bunch of witches and wizards were fighting. But the clothes told you the difference of who was on what side. You recognized the black robes from John’s family while wizards with not only swords and shields on hand but waving the Scottish flag with pride showed you that this was a wizard duel between the English and the Scottish sorcerers.

They were badly outnumbered but you soon saw Seraffel and Thor working together to help the Scots out. Thor sent down lightning bolts upon John’s entire family while Seraffel covered them in ice barriers. Soon you felt yourself being pulled a certain direction and you saw John and Serafina battling against John’s parents, his brother and cousin Crowley.

“Give it up Johnny boy, you can’t last much longer!” Crowley sneered as his quickly stuck out his tongue in that sneering way.

“Your magic is nothing compared to a troll’s level. Slow and miniscule.” John sassed.

“Why you little—”

“He’s stirring you up cousin. Besides, we’ve got something bigger on our side.” His brother Draco said.

“What are you talking about?” Serafina sneered lowly as she aimed her wand at Draco. It was then Ronan rolled up his sleeve and there you saw the very mark that had branded itself on your chest, however his was a black marking (like someone had put charcoal on his arm). A green light shined from his forearm as he soon let out a yell.

It almost sounded like a roar as his arm glowed brighter and brighter. You turned to the sky and saw a large black storm cloud of smoke charging right for them. It brushed past Thor and he looked down curiously before he then let out a roar towards Seraffel and the two of them proceeded to fly towards you.

The black smoke landed with a hard thud and soon revealing himself before them was John’s grandfather Grindelwald. In his hand he held a skull with an orange tube around it and at the end of the tube was some kind of golden piece to it that almost resembled an upper-class cigarette holder.

At his appearance, his brother and cousin bowed, his mother smirked maliciously as she raised her wand to her head giving a crazed tilt of her head like an insane person.

“As Sorcerer Supreme none can resist a spell he casts. No effect on the bloodline itself, but to others they submit.” He spoke in that low, soft, whispery voice of his. His eyes turned directly towards Serafina as he took the golden end of the tube and put it in his mouth inhaling deeply. The inside of the skull glowed, it’s eyes shining a bright yellow before he exhaled the smoke right towards Serafina.

As the smoke slowly encircled around her, she suddenly began to fidget and lose absolute control of her body. She was screaming as she held her head in what seemed to be pain.

“Serafina?” Serafina continued to try and resist the spell she was being put under. “Serafina my love what’s wrong!?”

“Witness true strength John. The strength of will over magic.” Soon Serafina’s fighting ceased as she now stood tall but her eyes were now pure white as she stood erect, staring directly at Grindelwald.

“See brother, in the face of it. You…..are…..nothing!” his brother Draco snarled. Grindelwald then turned towards John but didn’t say a word. Soon slowly turned towards John was Serafina.

“What did my grandfather just tell you?” you then saw his mother take something out from behind her back. It was the urn. The very same urn that was in the NY Times office.

Oh no you knew where this was going now. You watched helplessly as John’s brother and cousin held him down while Serafina slowly walked towards John, under the control of Grindelwald, her wand at the ready while John’s mother opened up the urn cackling.

“Serafina! No, no, no my love you’ve got to snap out of it! Please! This isn’t you! Serafina no! Melda!” he said ‘my love’ in Elvish. “Serafina!” She then soullessly spoke out a chant as her wand glowed pure white.

Aldruon En Lenthranall

Losolomirus Nor!

As the blast headed towards John, you saw a younger version of Seraffel and Thor land in their human forms before John, taking the shot for their father.

You found yourself pulled back to reality and as you breathed heavily you looked at John who was looking down with tears in his eyes.

“They used me as bait. To get rid of our Aces. Of course that’s all they saw the boys as. It destroyed us, especially Serafina. That urn could only be opened by the very magic used to seal whom or whatever is inside. So for 200 years we searched for the urn, when we ran into one of my aunts about it. She told us that they had melted the urn. At that point we—we feared that our boys were lost forever. Until you came along.”

So when you touched the urn back in the storage room, since you had been taught Serafina’s magic…..that’s why it was able to unlock so easily! It all made sense now. You were the one to free these two after 600 years.

“And now the boys are forever in your debt for freeing them and reuniting them with their parents.” Brian finished.

Seraffel and Thor continued to fly long into the night and as the sun began to rise overhead, they slowly descended downward. You moan as you start to wake up from your slumber.

“Where are we?” you said with a yawn.

“We’re going to see an old ally of mine and Serafina’s. Not only that but the boys need to rest, especially Seraffel.” John said. As you looked down you saw nothing but sand. Sand for miles on end, but what also caught your eye were some of the most familiar landmarks you’d ever seen.

The pyramids and the mighty Sphynx. Holy shit you were in Egypt! You had always dreamed of coming to Egypt and now you had arrived at last! The land of the pharaohs, one of the most vast cultures of mythology and History known to mankind (next to Greece and Rome).

Seraffel and Thor landed on the ground and you all got off their backs. John and Brian helped you off and soon both Seraffel and Thor shifted into their human forms. Meanwhile you saw Serafina go over to Freddie and cling onto his arm and he leaned up against her as she waved her fingers down towards his tail and soon you actually saw Freddie’s tail turn to human legs.

“I’ll do my best to also convince the muggles here that you are a normal human Freddie, but the spell itself won’t last long I’m afraid.”

“Just as long as we get moving as quick as possible.” He told her.

“Right so we’ll need transportation, new clothes, and some supplies like water and food.” Brian said as he took out his bag and pulled out some Egyptian pounds and gave them to each and every one of you. “Buy only what you need and don’t. draw. Attention. To. Yourselves.” He emphasized and eyed everyone, especially Roger.

“You act like as if I’m gonna screw everything up.” Roger snapped offensively.

“Well anything in a dress or skirt you do howl over like the hound dog you are.” John sassed as he counted his pounds. Roger growled.

“Enough you two we don’t have time for your petty squabble. Anymore lip from you two and I’ll swallow you both do I make myself clear!?” Freddie hissed.

“Yes sir!” both Brian and Roger said.

“Right now let’s get our supplies and be done with this village.” Serafina guided Freddie towards the marketplace of the village nearby while John went along with Brian and Roger to make sure they didn’t cause trouble.

“Guess that leaves you with us kid.” Seraffel said.

“Yeah guess so. Hope you don’t mind.” You answered the ice dragon.

“Not at all. Plus we can get to know our savior a bit better.” Said Thor as the three of you went towards the market to buy yourselves some new clothes first.

You told them everything about your life and how you met their parents along with the rest of their little ‘family’. After your tale and now with new clothes on, you asked the two dragons.

“Now this is just me asking out of curiosity, why couldn’t we just keep flying on you guys? I’m sure we’d get there a lot faster and find this ally of your parents’.”

“True but there are complications.” Thor responded. “One, due to this intense heat, Seraffel won’t last very long flying so close to the sun.”

“I really don’t get why their informant had to be here in the hottest continent of all!” Seraffel growled lowly.

“And two, there are stricter laws about—you know creatures like us exposing ourselves.”

“You mean Egyptians are prejudice against dragons?”

“Not just dragons but other creatures as well.” Thor said.

“Look you know how you humans have your customs and traditions?” Seraffel started off. You nodded. “Well the supernatural world has their own rules and laws. Some are slightly flexible like Europe and in America, but for other countries like Russia and some countries here in Africa, it’s illegal to expose yourself to the humans. If we even so much as put one claw out of place, we’d get slammed by the Wizarding community of this country.”

“And cause we’re also on the run from our great grandfather as well as the rest of our dad’s psychotic family, we risk exposure to them as well. Last they know we’re still in New York.” Thor finished for his older brother. You nodded in understandment and soon you found Serafina and Freddie with your transportation.

2 camels and 6 horses. Freddie was already on top of one of the horses who was already going uneasy, probably feeling his snake-like skin and probably his tail too. Serafina gently stroked the black horse’s muzzle whispering in Elvish to him which made him calm down.

“Pick your ride.” Seraffel and Thor took the camels while the rest of you took the horses. You found yourself riding on top of a yellow mare with a white mane and tail. She tossed her head back whinnying happily and you gave her a pat on her strong neck.

“Seems you’ve picked yourself a good one. She likes you.” Brian told you as he steadied his pure white horse. John tacked the supplies onto the backs of Thor and Seraffel’s camels.

“Now make sure those don’t fall off. I know how stubborn camels can be.” He told his boys.

“No worries dad we got this.” Thor said assuring his dad. “And Seraffel, keep this over your head so you don’t overheat. We’ve got a long walk ahead of us through the desert.” He handed Seraffel a dark brown fedora with extended brim (to you it almost looked like a cowboy hat).

He took the hat and placed it on his head. John patted his son’s leg and looked up at him worriedly.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay riding by yourself?”

“I’ll manage pops. And if I keel over I’ll give you and mom a heads up.” John nodded then hesitantly walked over to his pure black Arabian horse and rode up beside Serafina who was riding a chestnut brown mare with a heart-shaped white patch on her forehead. John’s black stallion lovingly licked and nipped at Serafina’s mare (of course they would get a mated pair of stallions, only fitting).

“Alright, let’s move out. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover if we want to reach the tribe before we’re discovered here.” Freddie said and soon you all rode out of town and into the desert.

God no wonder why people complain about the desert! It was dry, sand literally blew everywhere even without the assistance of the wind, and to put it all out it was TOO FUCKING HOT!!!

You tried to shield yourself with your own hat that you managed to buy and take a sip of your water. Serafina told you that out here you have to ration your water intake cause it can easily go away if you continuously drink it. As you rode by Serafina you asked her.

“So just who is it that we’re going to see that lives out in the middle of the desert?”

“He goes by the name of Ardeth. John and I met him shortly after we ran away and took refuge here. Of course we underestimated the power of the desert and got ourselves lost. During a sandstorm we somehow managed to find him and he saved us. Took us to some water after five days without water.”

“What exactly is he like?”

“Mysterious. I’ll only say that.” But you could tell that Serafina was hiding something. It was like she was trying to hold herself back from saying something else. “We didn’t stay for long cause he had to keep moving along. The Medjai sorcerers are a nomadic tribe after all. Moving from one place to another, even if they travelled alone.”

“And he was the only one to find you and John?” she nodded.

“Our encounter was roughly 10-15minutes long but he—he seemed wise, knowledgeable about the land. But he told us if we ever needed help again to go to the Medjai tribe and say his name, then they’d know we’re on their side.”

“You mean there are cults that don’t agree with John’s family?”

“Yes. And those are the cults that we side with. Most of Europe, mainly England’s wizards follow the Sorcerer Supreme, no matter who sits on the throne. But there are some cults that since the reign of Thomas Riddle Deacon have broken off from the loyalty of the Sorcerer Supreme because they refused to follow in the lead of a mass murderer. As punishment some of them were wiped off the map, while others went into hiding. Only coming out till this war begins, and the Medjai have our trust.”

“So there really is going to be a war?” you asked hesitantly. Yes you have taken this training and agreed to help out but you were still scared. After all you’ve never really fought in a war before, you were but a child during the Great War and that was with moral guns and ships, this time you’re facing dark wizards with spells that can kill you with a single phrase and a quick flick of their wrist.

“Yes dear. But with any luck you won’t have to fight in it. Only do what you’ve been destined to do.”

“I—remember seeing a brief vision when I first met Freddie. Of me in a battle but……what exactly am I supposed to do?”

“Only you can decide that. When the time comes you’ll know just what you’re destined to do. But for now we focus on getting to the tribe. There John and I will have to speed up your training in order to at least be deemed strong enough in real combat.” You nod and you all continue your way throughout the desert.

The sun continued to beam down upon your heads and it felt like an eternity before the sun started to set.

“Let’s set camp up right here.” John said. Roger got off his horse and immediately fell to the ground exhausted and dehydrated. You exclaim his name and race over to him. You could hear him panting but he assured you.

“I’ll be fine. Just a little dehydrated.”

“Do you want me to get you some water? How long can you survive like this?”

“With some shade and rest I’ll be right as rain. Don’t worry kid I’m fine.” He stood up but you could tell from his staggering footsteps and faint but heavy breathing he wasn’t. Guess Seraffel’s not the only one you all should worry about.

“He’s as stubborn as a mule but there’s no changing his mind.” Freddie spoke beside you. “I’ll see to it he at least gets some water in his system.” His tail now fully out, slithered towards Roger and the two of them proceeded to have a quiet conversation.

“(Y/n), come help Serafina and I set up these tents.” John called out to you. You walked over to them and like normal people do, you helped them set up the tents so that everyone had a place to sleep for the night.

The Deacon clan would share a tent together, Freddie took one for himself, while you, Brian and Roger took the last one. As dusk came and the hot air finally became cool enough you all had a quick but plentiful dinner before retiring for the night. Almost immediately as soon as you head rested on your sleeping bag pillow, your eyes fell shut and you went to sleep immediately.

*3rd Person POV*

Soon the rest of our travelers fell into a deep sleep knowing they still had a long journey to the Medjai tribe. Taking advantage of the cool night air, they left their tents open to allow the cool air to enter inside.

In the Deacon tent, Serafina and John were cuddled up together as usual along with Thor and Seraffel circling around them. The four of them slept peacefully unaware that a mysterious glowing figure was walking towards them.

The figure stopped beside John and Serafina’s tent and as the figure stopped, the sound of thunder quietly rumbled in the night sky. Serafina woke up to the sound of the thunder and could feel a couple of drops of rain land on her forehead.

“Thor! Did you cause this?” She softly hissed to her youngest son. He groaned out tiredly.

“Mom….I’m trying to sleep.” That’s when a deep, ghostly voice said to her.

“It was I who caused it.” Her body stiffened and she suddenly felt a cold brush of air flick at the back of her neck. She crawled out of her tent and when she looked to the right she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

A giant specter. The ghost stood probably well over 11-12feet tall. He wore ancient blue wizard robes along with a red cape that fluttered behind him. His face was well defined with cheekbones so sharp you could swear you’d cut your hand if you’d slap them. His eyes soulless and blue with a pure white pupil. He also sported a goatee style like beard and a small smirk grew upon his cupid-bow lips.

“Well don’t just sit there gawking like a codfish. Get up.” The ghost said to her in a teasing tone.

Serafina couldn’t believe it. Her mouth dropped as she couldn’t believe just who this ghost truly was. She had seen many creatures before in her lifetime, and specters were no different but never did she believe she’d ever meet the ghost of…….

“Ba—Balthazar?”

“As I once told you and my descendant……” the spirit before her disappeared into an Egyptian man with shoulder length black hair, Arabic markings on each cheek that said WARRIOR and LOYALTY. He had deep brown eyes and stood about 6 foot and was a strongly built man in black Egyptian robes.

“You can call me Ardeth.” He said with a quirked grin across his lips.

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love-of-fandoms · 4 years ago

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Cherry Blossoms (Hanzo Shimada + OC) Interlude II

Between Chapters 12 and 13 of Cherry Blossoms (Master List)

Pairing: Alpha Hanzo + Omega OC

Word Count: 1482 words

It was much later in the night when Lucio shut down his little DJ booth and Lena had Winston set up a small projector. They had gotten to Danny’s least favorite part of Halloween: Horror Movies.

“So… what’re we watching?” she hesitantly asked Lena, who grinned.

“A classic! The Ring!” she cheered, and Danny gave her a weak smile back.

“Yay,” she murmured, shoulders slumping. Lena was too busy pulling up the movie to notice, however. Danny walked back over to Jesse, Genji, and Hanzo, who were all giving her quizzical looks.

“What’s the matter, sweatpea?” Jesse asked, and Danny shrugged.

“It’s no biggie,” she waved them off, but all three of them stayed staring at her. Hanzo rose his eyebrows to prompt her to just answer the question, and after a moment of shifting her weight from foot to foot awkwardly, Danny caved with a sigh. “Fine,” she groaned. “I hate horror movies!” she whispered, and Genji chuckled.

“Awe, are they scary?” he teased, and Danny pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes, they are,” she muttered, and Genji’s chuckles turned into full out laughter. Jesse gave a small chuckle of his own.

“Well, you got us to protect ya!” he grinned, throwing an arm around Danny, who huffed.

“Shut up, jerk,” she groaned, shrugging his arm off and backing away from him, only to step right into Hanzo’s chest. She stumbled, and froze as his hands went to her hips to steady her. She felt his hair brush her cheek as he leaned down to speak in her ear.

“Do you not want to watch the movie?” he asked, and Danny sighed, turning to face Hanzo, who lifted his hands momentarily, only to return them to her hips when she was fully facing him. Her cheeks heated.

“I mean…” she pouted, her eyes widening into what she hoped were good enough puppy dog eyes. “Not really,” she murmured, and Hanzo smiled softly at her.

“We don’t have to,” he told her, voice soft. “We can watch our own movie,” he suggested, and Danny grinned up at him hopefully.

“You’re okay with that?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Of course,” he confirmed, and her grin widened as she turned to Jesse and Genji, who were giving each other sly looks. Jesse sighed, as if watching a different movie would really put him out.

“I’d love to, sweetpea, but the Ring is one of my favorites…” he trailed off, and Genji quickly piped up.

“Mine as well!” he said, and Danny’s face scrunched in disbelief.

“Really?” she asked, and they both nodded. “Oh, um…” she trailed off, looking around nervously, and Genji waved her off.

“You two can go watch another movie, though!” he encouraged, moving his hands in a ‘shoo’ motion, and Jesse nodded along.

“Um…” Danny bit her lip, looking up at Hanzo, who was already staring intently at her. “If you’re still okay with it?” she asked shyly, and Hanzo nodded, a soft smile still on his face as his eyes flickered over her face, lingering for a moment too long on her lips before moving on.

“Of course,” he said again, and Danny smiled widely, wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight hug.

“Thank you!” she squeaked into his chest, and Hanzo smiled fondly down at her, pointedly ignoring the obnoxious thumbs up he was getting from Jesse and his brother.

“You two better git, then!” Jesse prompted, looking at the title screen where Lena was pressing play. Danny looked up, following his gaze and squeaking worriedly.

“Let’s go!” she squeaked, a hand dropping to grab Hanzo’s and practically drag him out of the common area. She paused when she got to a hallway near where the greenhouse was, however, looking back and forth. One way would lead to her and Jesse’s hallway, while the other would lead to Hanzo’s. “Um…” she started, and Hanzo chuckled before tugging her hand in the direction of his room.

“Come,” he said simply, a fond smile on his face, and Danny said nothing, just following him with slightly pink cheeks, not that he could see with the dimmed lights (she hoped).

It wasn’t until they had actually reached the hallway with Hanzo’s room that Danny realized she had never actually been in his room before. He gave her a small smile as he brought his hand to the doorknob, opening the door with a soft audible click and stepping in, pulling her in after him. He closed the door after her and guided her to sit on his bed. For a moment Danny was so overwhelmed by the wonderful scent of flowers and green tea that she forgot she was in a new place, it was as if her eyes didn’t work for a moment. She realized why when they flickered open, and her cheeks immediately heated in embarrassment. She looked to Hanzo, who luckily was fiddling with the holoscreen instead of looking at her. He hadn’t seen her take a big whiff of his room like a dork.

It was dark, the only thing illuminating the room being the stars and moon, and Danny was able to make out the sparse decoration in his room as Hanzo shrugged out of his overcoat and deposited his hat on a dresser. She took the moment to toe off her boots.

His beloved storm bow lay propped up in one corner, the quiver holding his arrows next to it, and beside that was a dresser. On top of the dresser Danny could make out two picture frames, however it was too dark to really see the contents. Hanzo’s bed was tucked against one corner, with the headrest facing the windows, and heavy curtains lay on either side of said windows. A holoscreen was on the wall next to the door, conveniently right across from his bed.

“What would you like to watch?” Hanzo asked, grabbing a remote and going to sit on the bed next to Danny. She grinned, biting her lip lightly as she turned to face him, taking off her hat as she did so and setting it to the side.

“Have you seen Corpse Bride?” she asked, and Hanzo’s brows pinched together. He shook his head.

“That sounds like it would be a horror movie,” he said with raised brows, and Danny shook her head.

“It-it’s actually a children’s movie,” she told him, the blush on her cheeks so vibrant that it was visible at this point, and Hanzo grinned reassuringly at her.

“We can watch it, if you’d like,” he said, and Danny nodded shyly.

“Please,” she murmured, and Hanzo quickly keyed in the title, looking to Danny questioningly when the title screen popped up. She nodded to say it was the right movie, and Hanzo hit play.

He deposited the remote on his bedside table and scooted back, rearranging the pillows on his bed so he could be comfortable sitting against the headrest. Once he was comfortable, his hands went to Danny’s hips, and she squeaked in surprise as he half-lifted half-tugged her over and onto his lap. The tension only lasted for a moment, however, and Danny almost immediately relaxed back into his chest. Danny took the goggles from around her neck and tossed them onto the floor, sinking into the strong alpha behind her. Her inner omega purred, feeling so safe and secure surrounded by her alph-by Hanzo’s scent. It wasn’t until Akarui and Sanda peaked their heads out of Hanzo’s shoulder and peered at her curiously that Danny realized she was actually purring. She blushed, the low rumble that had been emitting from her chest immediately stopping, and Hanzo made a noise of confusion. Sanda and Akarui let out mirroring chirps, the two glowing cat-sized dragons nuzzling into Danny’s chest as if they were searching for the content noise that had been emanating from it.

“S-sorry,” Danny muttered, cheeks flaming. “I-I’ve never done that before,” she said, and Hanzo smiled softly down at her, not that she could see him, instead her eyes were fixed on the opening scene of the movie. One of his large hands rose to gently stroke through her hair, and Danny tensed briefly before relaxing again. Hanzo let his face fall against the top of her head, burying his nose in her hair and allowing himself an indulgent sniff of her scent.

“It is alright, little one,” again the affectionate name slipped out, Hanzo’s lips brushing the crown of her head as he spoke. “It means you’re content, omega,” his body tensed for a moment. “I mean- you are a content omega,” his squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself for the slip up, but Danny seemed either not to notice or not to care, instead sinking further into him and allowing herself to purr again. Hanzo grinned, raising his eyes to actually watch the movie with her.

#flufff #cherry blossoms overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o overwatch #A/B/O verse #alpha hanzo shimada #Hanzo Shimada #jesse mccree #Halloween #Movies

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creator-zee · 5 years ago

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I apologized to my soulmate, wherever they were, as I slammed into the ground. I knew my entire back would be bruised from that. I grit my teeth as I struggled to fill my empty lungs, pushing myself back up into a fighting stance. The dragon continued stalking towards me. Teeth bared, but it had run out of fire hours ago. I dodged another swipe of its claws, rolling underneath it. I dodged the tail swipe, by leaping up and grabbing onto the spikes. The sharp edges, cutting into my hands slightly.

Sorry. I thought again.

I held on though, even as the dragon trashed. I climbed steadily up it’s back, until I was seated on it’s back. Well, seated was a generous word, I was crouched on it’s back, between it’s wings and hovering over the spines on its back. I stayed on though, until he calmed.

He was our newest rescue, a dragon from an abusive farm. He didn’t trust anyone and wouldn’t let anyone near him. The problem was that dragons weren’t like horses. There was no option for slowly building trust. Dragons only trusted though that they could trust to protect them. It was how they worked in society. Dragons would mate, based off fighting. The challenger would have to win to gain the dragon’s trust.

The main problem us humans faced when trying to train them was that we couldn’t fly, didn’t have claws, or sharp teeth, and we weren’t as strong. So, beating them and gaining their trust, so that we could train them was a challenge. We had found that if we used tools to aid us, the dragons didn’t accept it as a fair win.

That’s why despite dragons being common for travel, entertainment, and companions, trainers were far and few between. It also meant I was constantly apologizing to my unknown soulmate for the bruises and injuries I gained each day that they had to share as well.

The dragon, a red spine back, had finally calmed under me. I jumped off his back, landing on the ground next to him. He lowered his head in submission to me. I rubbed his muzzle gentle, some of my blood getting on him. A deep throaty sound escaped his throat, similar to a cat’s purr.

I smiled. The bruises and cuts were always worth it, hopefully my soulmate would understand that someday too.

I turned away from the dragon, I really needed to give him a name, and headed to the stables. He followed me, nudging my shoulder lightly with his head.

I chuckled. “Oh, now look who wants to follow me.”

He just snorted.

I laughed. “Yes, yes, I’ll get you a treat. We reached the stable and I climbed into the loft. Red spine backs, what did they like again. They were carnivores, and particular to fish. Right. I moved to the far end, and opened up a cooler, pulling out a raw salmon.

I heard the sound of flapping wings as he tried to get up into the loft, but it was far to small for a dragon to fit, except the small little terrors.

I held the fish away from him as I climbed down the ladder and he pranced slightly in place, waiting for me to give it to him. I tossed it to him, and he caught it in midair, scarfing it down, whole. I shook my head.

“Come on, you have to head back out to the pasture, I have chores to do.” I told him, I really needed to think of a name. The naming responsibilities had fallen on my shoulders after I took over most of the brunt work for my father when he broke his arm in a rodeo. It wasn’t even dragons, but a plain old horse. I shouldn’t insult horses, they were great too, but they couldn’t fly or breath fire.

He nudged my shoulder again playfully, and I couldn’t help but wonder yet again at the stark difference in dragons once they gained their trust. The bond formed ran deep. That’s partially why I hated my job, having to sell my dragons away to people who hadn’t earned their trust like I had. They would behave, I would make sure of that, but they might not ever truly trust their new owners.

I sighed, as I rubbed his snout, as I opened the gate to the pasture. “I think I’ll call you Slammer. If only, because I’m going to be feeling that slam for a few days, if not weeks.”

He just blinked in response and I smiled. “Go on, run, fly, just don’t go too far.”

That was another challenge with dragons. They had wings, so stopping them from escaping was difficult. That’s why you had to gain their trust first, or get them trained. Otherwise, unless you had a giant bird cage they would just fly away immediately.

Slammer ran away from me, breaking into a gallop before taking off and circling above, stretching his wings.

I smiled up at him, before heading back to the stable. I had training for Tea and Spine and I was giving lessons to a new person this afternoon. I should probably clean the blood and dirt off myself before then.

I lost track of time unfortunately, and while I was rubbing down Spine’s scales, cleaning them of dirt, I heard the rumble of a truck approaching.

“Dammit.” I cursed softly, causing Spine to ruffle his wings nervously. “It’s fine.” I quickly reassured him as I led him outside the stable. I rubbed his shoulder.

“Go home.” I said softly, and he responded to the commanded, taking off and flying towards the paddock.

I wiped my hands off on my pants but it didn’t make much difference since they were just as dirty.

“Sorry.” I apologized to the woman currently walking up my driveway, “It’s been a busy day, I haven’t had a chance to get cleaned up since training. Z, by the way.”

She just smiled. “Gwyn, and I don’t mind. It is a farm. I didn’t expect for everything to be pristine.”

I laughed. “Good. Now, come on, let’s find you a dragon to ride. What experience do you have?”

I had my suspicions, Justine from the clean state of her clothes, but I’d let her confirm them or prove me wrong.

“I rode as a kid, but dropped it in high school in a failed attempt to fit in. So I’d say ‘so rusty that I’m practically a beginner.’”

I nodded. “Got it. I know just who you can ride, Ripper.”

“R-ripper?” She repeated, terrified.

I laughed. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. She’s actually a very sweet common ridgeback. She earned that name after ripping my favorite shirt when I was gaining her trust.”

“Ohhh.” She muttered.

“Come on, let’s go get her, she’s out in the fields, so just stay close to me. I have some newbies in the field, and I don’t know how they’d react to a stranger if you got too far from me.” I warned her.

She nodded, stepping closer to me.

I saw Ripper soaring high in the distance.

“Cover your ears.” I warned Gwyn, before I called for Ripper, a loud shrieking call, that mimicked a ridgeback’s call. Ripper responded in kind, before circling back and landing a little ways away from us and walking up to us, lowering her head. I rubbed it gently, before grabbing Gwyn’s hand and urging her to do the same.

“Woah...” She muttered quietly. “It’s been so long. Also, damn that was an impressive call.”

I removed my hand from hers, smiling softly, but that smile faded when I realized I had left blood on the back of her hand.

”Ah, crap, sorry.” I apologized quickly. “I haven't bandaged my hands since I dealt with Slammer this morning.”

She looked at me slightly concerned, wiping her hand off on her shirt. “Slammer?”

”A red spine back.” I explained, as I led Ripper to the stables to be tacked up. “He’s a new rescue. His spines cut my hands.”

“A the name? Is he a jail bird?” She asked, and I chuckled at her joke.

“No, he didn’t go in the slammer. He slammed be in the ground. Left my back completely riddled with bruises.”

She froze mid step. Her face was shocked, but otherwise unreadable.

“Your entire back...?” She muttered.

“Uh, yeah.” I shrugged. “Don’t worry it happens all the time, jsut one of the risks of being a trainer.”

“No, I know.” She muttered. “That just means...” She trailed off and showed me her own palms in explanation. They had bruises right where mine were cut.

“Ohhhhh....” I muttered, knowing what she was getting at. “You’re my... I’m your....”

She nodded. “Soulmate, we’re soulmates.”

“I - I don’t, this is, I don’t know what to say. This is so unexpected.” I stammered, caught completely off guard. Ripper sensed my anxiety and gently butted her head against my shoulder. I rubbed it welcomingly.

“Well... I’m relieved that the reason I’m always covered in bruises is not because you are abused or something.” She admitted.

I chuckled slightly at that. “I swear some of these guys do abuse me.”

“Do you run this whole place by yourself?” She asked, surprised.

I shook my head. “My dad does the paperwork stuff, you probably talked to him on the phone. But I do all the manual labor, since he broke his arms, it’s never been the same since. Dragons can be pretty easy to handle after you gain their trust -“ I rubbed Ripper’s snout affectionately “- but, it’s the gaining their trust that’s hard. You have to be in top shape for that.”

She murmured, nodding. “I can see that.”

“What?” I asked, head snapping to face her.

A blush spread on her face, and I was sure my own wasn’t much better.

“It’s just - you’re...” She gestured oddly to me. “Um, fit.” She settled on, before pointedly looking away from me.

“Thanks?” I muttered, unsure. “Let’s just focus on this lesson, okay? We can talk after, maybe after I’ve had a shower.”

She nodded. “Yes, okay. So, what’s first?”

I settled into teacher mode, an easy mold, one that I didn’t have to worry about. Nothing was off, until after the lesson ended.

I had decided to let Gwyn ride Ripper around on her down, to cool her down, while I checked on the dragons, farther out in the fields. I needed to make sure that they still had water and give them their food.

It was all going well until Tide, one of my few amphibian dragons, decided to play in the water... while I was filling it. I ended up completely soaked. I sighed, as I stared at the goofy face of the dragon, her frills around her face raised in excitement. I couldn’t be made at that face. I smiled and rubbed her snout.

“Tide, go soak someone else.” I chastised, but with no malice in my tone. “Maybe someone with scales that won’t get soaked to the bone.”

She chattered, flapping her wings a few times, spraying me yet again with more water before taking off. I shook my head, as I trudged back up to the barn, Gwyn and Ripper catching me by surprise. I had forgotten about them because of Tide’s distraction.

“What happened to you?” Gwyn asked, slightly horrified.

“Tide happened.” I muttered. “She’s an amphibious dragon, and likes to play in the water. It was my misfortune to try and fill it when she was in a playful mood.”

Gwyn slid slightly awkwardly off Rippers back. I noticed she had a slight blush on her cheeks, and I didn’t realize why, until I remembered I was wearing a white shirt, dammit Tide.

“Sorry...” I apologized. “I can change...?” I offered.

“I’d - um - I’d like that.” She muttered.

“Think you can untack her?” I asked, as I climbed up into the loft.

Gwyn shook her head. “No.”

“No worries.” I called back down. “I should have some spare clothes stashed up here, I can be down in a sec to help you.”

“Okay.” Gwyn called back up.

I rummaged around in the loft in a bin, managing to only find a spare bra and tank top. Hopefully, that was at least a little better.

I climbed back down the loft, and by Gwyn’s beet red face and small gasp. It wasn’t better. A small part of me was happy, but most was just apologetic for making my soulmate so flustered.

“Sorry.” I apologized, again. “Let me just get this off, and then I can grab more clothes from inside.”

“No need to hurry.” Gwyn muttered, and I turned to her surprised.

“What was that?” I asked, confused.

“Uh, nothing.” She stammered.

I ignored it, quickly taking Ripper’s saddle and bridle off, and hanging them in the take room, before giving her the simple command, go home. She left after nuzzling me one more time.

“I think we are due for a conversation.” I said, as I led Gwyn back up towards the house.

“Uh, yeah.” She agreed. “What do you want this to mean?” She asked, gesturing broadly between us.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe we can just continue meeting up and see where it goes?”

She nodded, smiling. “That sounds good. Besides I do want more lessons.”

“Of course.” I answered, slightly flushed myself. “Here, let me give you my number. I can’t promise I’ll be responsive though. I tend to leave my phone in the safety of the indoors so it doesn’t get smashed or waterlogged.”

Gwyn nodded. “Understandable.”

“Let me just run inside real quick to grab it.” I told her before sucking inside my house to grab my phone off the table in the entryway. I had several missed texts from a friend.

I ignored them for now and opened up my contacts, offering it to Gwyn. She quickly put her number in. I sent her a quick text, hi, so that she would have mine.

“Just text me for your next lesson.” I said.

She nodded. “I will, see you later Z.”

I waved goodbye as she pulled out in her truck.

#soulmates #injuries on one show up as bruises on the other #dragons #water misshaps #writing #not edited

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #355

"Of Love and Bullet Wounds”

[Yaunfen] I did good?

[Doc] Was it your idea kiddo?

[Yaunfen] Yep! Mama thought of making fancy invitations though.

[Doc] Good call.

[Deer] - Now we need to clean up!

[TLOT] I've got the dishes.

[Yaunfen] I'll get the leftovers.

[Doc] Slides over by Deerheart. - I guess I'll put the furniture away. - sneaks a kiss on Deerheart. - She seemed a bit less nervous then last time at least.

[Deer] - So long as Waffles wasn't around...

[Yaunfen] She said her home has big scary cats.

[Doc] That's unfortunate...

[Deer] - I'm sure we'll be able to eventually show her that Waffles is harmless

[Doc] As long as she doesn't have candy in her hands she'll be fine!

[Deer] Takes Doc's hand- You know, it's been awhile since we've had a bit of time to ourselves

[Doc] Eyebrows - I could set aside some time... - glances at TLOT- I see you winking at me!

[TLOT] Just laughs-

[Deer] - Maybe I need to hold something hostage to get you to hurry

[Doc] Maybe I don't need an incentive... - looms a little-

[Yaunfen] Giggling-

[Deer] Smirks and runs her hands over Doc's shoulders, fingering the collar of their coat- Then you should hurry and get this furniture put away

[Doc] I'm on it- They scurry about breaking things down and hoovering the items up-

[Deer] - TLOT? Do you mind?

[TLOT] Oh no... not at all.

[Yaunfen] I don't need a babysitter! -little pout-

[Deer] - But you have fun with TLOT and Steve

[Yaunfen] Yeah. But that's playing with friends. Not being sat. It's different. -still pout-

[Deer] - Well then you get to have a late play date with TLOT and Steve then

[Yaunfen] mmmmmmmmmmmmm.... okay!

[TLOT] Is trying not to laugh-

[Deer] Smiles and ruffles Yaunfen's hair- Have fun, okay?

[Yaunfen] Yeah!

[TLOT] Nods to reassure her and Doc both- I got this.

[Deer] Smiles and starts sashaying towards the bedroom-

[Doc] Braces and darts forward, sweeping her off her feet and running down the stairs with her.

[Deer] Small yelp and then a giggle as she nuzzles into Doc-

[Doc] Actually drops her down the ladder shaft into the study and changes under her so she tumbles into a fluff of soft mane.

[Deer] - Oof, well now, just what does my dragon have planned~

[Doc] Just taking a shortcut downstairs my love - Xe rushes the narrow hole in the floor and clips through the stone, dropping down to the lowest room of the castle and keeping hir mate in the open air in the center.

[Deer] - I see- She digs her hands deep into Doc's mane to scratch at the skin beneath

[Doc] Trying to make me flop? - Xe gives a big rumble purr

[Deer] - Perhaps

[Doc] Well if I flop then we don't get to play.... - xe lays her on the bed- And if you want to play you should probably be undressed....

[Deer] - Gladly!- She begins to squirm out of her clothes making certain to show off her ass to Doc

[Doc] Watches her with a big smile. - I think I'll join you. - Xe transforms down and bounces around pulling off hir clothing and boots. [They're male today] Give me a sec. - They rush over to the tub and take a quick dip. -I wouldn't want to offend my sweet.

[Deer] - You could never, unless you're eating that cheese

[Doc] My goddess and her delicate sensibilities. - Xe pulls some leads from a chest, and hir eyes skirt over every inch of Deerheart's nubile form-

[Deer] Squirms happily- And just how do you wish me positioned?

[Doc] I was thinking of tied up if you have no objections. -They've noticed something but are giving no sign of it.

[Deer] - Absolutely, truss me up

[Doc] Done and done. - Xe ties her to the bed frame spread eagled- Although you might be a tad annoyed with me very soon...

[Deer] - Wait, what?

[Doc] Crawls up on the bed. - I'll make it quick. Your hooves are getting long again, I was thinking it seemed like you were taller lately, but now that I can see the bottoms of your feet I know for sure.

[Deer] Starts squirming- Noooooo! It tickles!

[Doc] I'll just skiff it off, I won't use the clippers. No fair kicking!

[Deer] - Kicking might be hard since you've tied me down...- She is pouting a little

[Doc] Shush. - Xe peels a layer one pixel thick from each hoof and scatters the bits so they despawn- You just need a little pedicure. I'm taking care of you. - Xe gives her a kiss on one ankle, just above the hoof. - I wouldn't want you to fall.

[Deer] Squeals at the sensation and bucks around a little-

[Doc] Is bonked on the chin and hir teeth clack together- Ow! Second time this week!

[Deer] - Sorry! But it tickles!

[Doc] Sighs- At least I know they're well integrated if they're that sensitive. - Xe crawls up a bit closer and looms over her a little - Now, where were we? Ah yes. Warmup! -Xe hunkers over her and goes to work on her throat and breasts, dragging a slow tongue across her skin and nipping and sucking a little to make her squeak.

[Deer] Gasps and arches into the touches and whines a little as she pulls lightly at her bonds-

[Doc] Increases the stimulation in proportion to her reactions to it. They'll be bruises later. They're being a bit nippy too.

[Deer] Moans and squirms, trying to lift her hips high enough to grind against Doc-

[Doc] Goes a little harder and sneaks a finger down to her mound, tracing her opening playfully and palming a redstone egg from hir inventory. There's a sudden buzzing noise as it pops into hir hand-

[Deer] Her eyes light up in interest as she hears the buzz- Oh please love

[Doc] Rubs it teasingly against her opening. - You'll have to be nice and wet first.

[Deer] - Please, I'm begging you

[Doc] Okay, I wouldn't want you to suffer... - Xe pops the egg inside and the vibrations increase with the contact. The buzzing is only slightly muffled and Doc rubs at her clit a little as well.

[Deer] Gasps and calls out as she squirms and pulls against her restraints-

[Doc] grinning- You seem to be really enjoying that. Maybe I should leave it there and have my way with your rump instead?

[Deer] - Please, anything!

[Doc] Palms a slimeball - As you wish. - Xe pulls on a glove and greases hir hand before pushing a single finger onto the slightly off center pixel between her cheeks. Swirling it around and waiting for her to give -

[Deer] Moans and lifts herself up a bit so Doc has better access-

[Doc] Uses hir free hand to melt a pixel and snap one of the foot ropes. Xe lifts her leg high and adds a second and then a third finger, spreading her as she moans with overstimulation and want-

[Deer] Starts panting and looks at Doc with such want and love, wanting nothing more than to pull her mate close to her, but loving the frustration at not being able to-

[Doc] Hir eyes glow even brighter watching her. - You are so perfect... - They get a fourth finger in and scissor her a little. enjoying every syallable of her wanting moans and whispers.

[Deer] - Please! I want you in me so bad! Just please love!

[Doc] Well I don't want to hurt you. - They get into position and toss the glove away. Xe puts the square head of hir dick against Deerhearts opening and squeezes it inside- Nggghhhhhh Oh holy.... - They're panting a little too. Letting her adust to the combined pressure of the dick and the egg buzzing away in the organ above it.

[Deer] Can't stop a buck from pleasure and she whines with need, her body trying to pull Doc's in closer-

[Doc] Feels her relax and starts to move, sliding in and out, and making the egg crest and scoot as well with the pressure. Xe's got Deerhearts free leg lifted up against hir chest and is kissing her foot a little as xe fucks her.

[Deer] Calls out happily, growing close to orgasm-

[Doc] Is just rocking in hir own ecstacy, wating to hear hir mate call out and holding back hir own release to make sure they both get off. Xe's hot and panting, pawing at Deerheart a little with one hand. Just touching and groping, and muttering sweet nothings in between exhalations of breath.

[Deer] Releases joyously and nearly floods the sheets beneath them-

[Doc] Grinds down harder, hir cubes hitching up in readiness. Xe's watching Deerheart's face as hir mate squirts and cries out with abandon. The nothings turn to just a whoosh of air as xe lets go as well, thrusting weakly as the bit of stored warm water comes out in waves, filling the bottom of her gut. The Doctor slumps over her a little, spent but still inside.

[Deer] Squirms, feeling the pressure left by her mate- Doooc...

[Doc] Yes, light of my life?

[Deer] - Kiss me

[Doc] Absolutely- They lean way over, snapping the other leads and curling against her, kissing her deeply-

[Deer] Happily returns the kiss and nuzzles against Doc-

[Doc] When I pull out you'll likely need a sponge...

[Deer] - The bed is already a mess

[Doc] Good point. Oh well. It's just water. We can clean up together. - Xe wiggles hir way out

[Deer] Moans in relief as the fluid comes out-

[Doc] Scoops her up and rolls to a dry spot. The egg is still quietly going-

[Deer] - Squirms just a little- Love, the egg?

[Doc] Just give a little push and it'll pop out. Hey! I can use the practice! -Makes a coach face and gestures - breathe like this and this and then PUSH!

[Deer] - ... Why?

[Doc] Uh... Because Lie will have to do it when the baby is being born?

[Deer] - ... Won't it just appear like Aven's?

[Doc] Shrugs - She was human more recently then Aven so maybe not? I want to be prepared. If only because Cp will stomp me if she starts to have the baby and he needs answers and I'm flailing around like an idiot.

[Deer] Just pops the egg out- We may want TLOT around when the baby is born...

[Doc] Any particular reason? He doesn't know anything special about pregnant humans.

[Deer] - To keep CP in check

[Doc] Yeeeeah. Good point. Though, I would hope he wouldn't try to interfere. I mean, he knows less then I do.

[Deer] - But you know how territorial he can be

[Doc] I'm with you. I'll call for him when it happens. Nether, I'll call for anyone who might be of help. This is unprecidented.

[Deer] Giggles a little- I can't imagine what the programmers might be thinking. They may want to check the code when it happens

[Doc] I wonder how much different it will be from when a new Herobrine glitch comes into existence?

[Deer] - We'll just have to wait and find out

[Doc] Actually... now that I'm thinking about it. what was it like when Hyrule was born? We're you connected enough to everything at the time to feel anything weird? I mean he was a literally new entity coming online inside your domain.

[Deer] Thinks for a moment- Just... Kinda like a new player joining really

[Doc] Hmm. Perhaps that's for the best. - Xe scoops her up and walks to the warm tub-

[Deer] Makes happy noises as she feels the warm water-

[Doc] Runs gentle hands over her, threading through her hair and gliding over her skin. The air is full of the little black puffs of pixels from the burning netherrack below the water. - I'm sorry I've been so busy....

[Deer] - It's alright, we all get busy

[Doc] I'm glad you and Yaunfen tried to engage Mirabella. Poor thing seems terrified. And her homeland sounds utterly dismal and depressing.

[Deer] - It really does, I think she'll get better as she reconnects with all her lost sons

[Doc] Hugs her close - Lets think of something nice to do for Dawn. She did summon up a slender being for me just because I asked nicely.

[Deer] - What do you think she might like?

[Doc] I'm not sure. Just thinking aloud. She seems like a very minimalist person. But hey.... I guess when you're that old you don't get as attachted to things since they just fall apart with the sheer weight of age.

[Deer] - True

[Doc] So did I miss any good gossip?

[Deer] - Not really, things have been quiet

[Yster] Is sitting on her couch in sweats and a tank top nibbling pretzels and watching an old horror movie. She giggles softly as an actor in a bulky monster costume lumbers after a screaming debutant in a wooded area that just screams 'we couldn't afford a permit to film legally anywhere else'. The room is totally dark except for the flickering light of the tv.

-The sound of her front door unlocking can just barely be heard amongst the orchestrated sound track of the film-

[Yster] Is too engrossed to notice above her crunchy snack-

[Locklear] Stumbles in through the door and shuts it behind him, gripping his shoulder tightly-

[Yster] Balls up like a sprayed spider and gives a tiny shriek before realizing who it is- Locklear! Hey... are you hurt?!?

[Locklear] Turns to lock the door again- Shot...- He starts heading for the bathroom

[Yster] Oh! - She hurries after him - Who shot you?

[Locklear] - A rapist

[Yster] Ewww... I take it he's no longer among the living?

[Locklear] Of course not- He begins to take his jacket off, hissing a little as it pulls away from the wound

[Yster] One less gross predator. I'll get the alcohol.

[Locklear] Begins to unbutton his shirt, a bright red stain spreading where he was shot- Stupid weapons...

[Yster] Do you have tweezers? I have some pinchy ones for pulling out hairs but... is it a big bullet?

[Locklear] - It's small, inner pocket of my jacket. There's two sets of tools, grab the one wrapped in black

[Yster] Fusses around in his jacket and pulls the roll out. She undoes the little strap and unrolls it on the lip of the tub. - Nice. What can I do here?

[Locklear] - Bullet needs to come out first, forceps will be best for this

[Yster] Pulls out the locking tool and gets it open- So just pinch it out? Do you want to bite on something at least?

[Locklear] - I'll be alright, just be swift

[Yster] Turns a makeup light onto the wound and digs out the bullet with all the care and dexterity of someone shaving their own very sensitive parts.

[Locklear] Still lets out a small cry of pain as blood wells up in the wound again- Now, it just needs to be cleaned and stitched...

[Yster] Grabs a red washcloth and presses it on the wound- I'm not much of a seamstress...

[Locklear] - I can do it myself, although I do appreciate the assistance

[Yster] Smiles- If you're sure. I'm willing to try. Does being a creepypasta come with any kind of enhanced healing factor? Extra adrenaline for getting away? Stuff like that?

[Locklear] - For the most part, yes- He reaches into the roll for a needle and thread, the bathroom light catching a few of his scars

[Yster] Here, I can do that at least- She pulls up the needle and dips it in the alcohol before threading it- In case your hands are shaky. That looks really painful.

[Locklear] - Thank you- He takes the needle and does the first stitch, grabbing a small pair of scissors to cut the string before moving onto the next stitch, needing only three

[Yster] Is fretting a little and gets some paper towels and a little bleach to clean up the bit of blood on the floor.

[Locklear] - I apologize for making a mess

[Yster] It's okay. It's not like I've never cleaned up blood before. Haha.

[Locklear] - From would be assailants?

[Yster] No... just the occasional heavy flow. Accidents happen. - she's already got the tiles mostly cleaned.

[Locklear] - Ah, I see- He stands and looks at his clothes- Well Trender will most likely have a fit over the shirt

[Yster] Oh, let me have it! I have just the thing. It's still fresh right?

[Locklear] - Er... Yes, the blood is still fresh

[Yster] Gets a rather hard looking bar of soap out of a drawer. - It's for emergency laundry stuff. - She turns the tap on and douses the shirt with icy water before flapping the stained parts of the edge over the tub and scrubbing roughly at them with the end of the bar. It's not long before the crimson splotches go pink and start to run clean under rinsing.

[Locklear] - I must admit I'm a little impressed, most do not care to learn such techniques

[Yster] Grins- It's a girl thing. Unless you like to throw away your nice undies, you gotta know how to get the red out. - she holds up the little bar - it's called fells naptha. It works on all kinds of stains. Just a really old type of soap.

[Locklear] - I see- He winces as his wound twinges and he grabs a bit of toilet paper to dab up the blood that has managed to seep out

[Yster] Should I... call for anyone?

[Locklear] - No, they are busy now. I just need to rest for a bit

[Yster] I'll help you, just let me wring this out. - She tosses the red washcloth into the pool of cold water and sloshes it around so the tub drains without a ring and then wrings his shirt out as well before flopping it over the towel bar. - Here, lean on me. I'll get you to the couch.

[Locklear] His body relaxes as it touches Yster's

[Yster] Helps him to the couch and flops next to him-

-The movie has already finished and auto played and is near the begining again. Some kids are exploring a remote location with the usual stilted dialogue. -

[Locklear] Scoffs a little- Normally I'd suggest a drinking game to go along with this, but I don't think I'm in any condition to drink

[Yster] I was just having some tea. And a snack- She indicates the bowl of pretzels that are on his side of the couch [on the end table] - I'm happy to share either. And I'm more about the heckling then the drinking games, so feel free to throw down if you think of something funny.

[Locklear] - After everything I've gone through? These types of movies are comedy

[Yster] Yeah, they're pretty silly. But thats the fun of it. I like older movies, they're more about spooky atmosphere and not so much just trying to be gross.

[Locklear] - Newer movies have no finesse, I've just given up on seeing any of them

[Yster] Same here. - She lets out a laugh at a particularly bad special effect. -So you've been scarce. Anything interesting happen?

[Locklear] - I've harvested enough that about thirteen children should be getting their implants within the next few hours if they haven't already

[Yster] Damn... you have been busy. Sounds like the asshole elimination business is booming. How's the household?

[Locklear] - I don't know, the manor isn't nearby at the moment

[Yster] Well... where have you been staying?

[Locklear] - Around, in the car... The warehouses where I've murdered...- He lets out a yawn

[Yster] Geeze.. Locklear.... why didn't you say something? I thought you were good for money, I figured you'd get a hotel room somewhere at least.

[Locklear] - Oh I am good for money, but hotels are places that officers check fairly frequently

[Yster] But sleeping in your car is suspicious too.

[Locklear] - Not if you know where to park

[Yster] If you need someplace to crash....

[Locklear] - I can always find places

-There's a high pitched scream from the tv-

[Yster] Quietly- be careful... okay?

[Locklear] Yawns again- I always am, tonight was a rare incident, I assure you

[Yster] Well you stay here tonight, I won't take no for an answer. You'e hurt and that's that.

[Locklear] - If my lady demands it

[Yster] That's right, and lose the shoes.

[Locklear] Chuckles a little before leaning forwards to unlace his boots, hissing a little in pain as it stretches the muscles by his new wound-

[Yster] Helps him take them off and throws a little blanket over his lap with a crisp snap of fabric, before settling down next to him again. -There's a wet gurgle from the tv as the rubber monster takes another victim. Yster snuggles down into the cushions in the dark room and scoots next to Locklear.

[Locklear] - And there you can see the hoses going into the suit

[Yster] If you look close you can see the girl breathing because they didn't cut away quick enough.

[Locklear] - Yes, you can- He would move his arm so she could get closer, but she's on his injured side- Just let me know if you want any of the snacks

[Yster] Nah. I'm good right here.

[Locklear] As they watch the film he can feel his eyelids growing heavier and eventually his head tilts back and he falls asleep on the couch, not caring that he'll wake up with a stiff neck-

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classywastelandbread-blog · 7 years ago

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Honored Spirits: Voices

Watch out, there’s some violence and gore in here. Not a lot, but it’s there.

Soba had tangled itself around his legs and lap, its head pillowed on his chest while Udon was more aloof, draping itself over his shoulders. It wasn’t particularly succeeding though, curling its head over his shoulder on the side opposite of Soba’s head so it could read the screen over his shoulder.

“Elena rushed forward, screaming, and the lizards fled into the darkness. But long before she reached the bassinet, she could see what had happened to the infant’s face, and she knew the child must be dead. The lizards scattered into the rainy night, chirping and squealing, leaving behind only bloody three-toed tracks, like birds.”

McCree paused and Soba and Udon bobbed their heads excitedly. I am pretending to be the biting lizard, he thought he heard a voice say as Soba leaned up and licked his cheek. Its tongue was rough like a cat’s and he laughed as he turned to the next page on the screen.

“Silly,” he told Soba, scratching at the base of its horns with his free hand. “Are you pretending to be the baby-eating lizard?”

On his other side, Udon opened its jaws enormously wide, baring its fangs and fat, forked tongue. He pretended to be afraid of it as it very gently closed its jaws in front of him. In an act that was surprising of Udon, who tended to be the more serious of the two, it snapped its neck forward - not unlike a striking snake’s - and licked his face from jaw to brow.

“Hey!” McCree protested with a loud laugh. He wiped at his face even though the dragons weren’t physical creatures and thus didn’t salivate. There was still the sensation of it, though he knew it was pretty much just in his imagination. “You damn beastie!”

Soba wiggled on his lap, nudging his chin and neck with its scaly nose. It seemed to be laughing - in the darkest corners of his mind, he heard a whisper of an echo of laughter and he tried not to dwell on it and his crumbling sanity.

“If you two troublemakers are done,” he said, only pretending to be annoyed. Both dragons bobbed their heads with their teeth bared - their equivalent of great silly grins - and he laughed. “Do you want to continue?”

What happens next? The voice in his head whispered.

Swallowing hard, McCree ignored it and began reading the next page of the book.

Beneath the table at dinner, the dragons coiled around his and Hanzo’s legs. Though they couldn’t (and didn’t) eat, Soba still rested its head on McCree’s lap like a dog begging for food. Absently he scratched at the little spikes behind its horns and ears; against his leg he could feel its throat rumble in a purr.

Smooch, he thought he heard a voice say and tried not to twitch. A glance up showed that no one looked to have said anything of the sort.

Where one voice was, another was sure to follow close by. Relatively speaking, of course.

What is smooch?

They had been getting louder lately. At first he had heard them infrequently as barely-there whispers. Now they were becoming more and more frequent - and louder.

Frankly, it scared him - what wasn’t there to be afraid of when you suddenly started hearing voices? His only consolation, what little there was, was that the voices never really seemed to be talking to him, just around him.

But real life wasn’t like the movies and mental illness was a real concern, especially for men in his profession, with his past. The last thing he wanted to do, the last way he wanted to die, was by something that he couldn’t see with the naked eye.

So for now he kept it to himself, tried not to twitch too much when he heard them. It had to be wishful thinking, it had to be something in his mind, but it was very easy to remind himself that the voices weren’t real given some of the things they said.

Mostly, about Hanzo. Specifically, him and Hanzo. How they were perfect together, how adorable they would be. The voices talked about marriage and children, of retiring from active field duty and killing to settle down. Their discussions made something inside him hurt because he knew that at the end of the day, Hanzo would never settle with a man like McCree.

Smooch means kiss, the first voice said. It was the more talkative of the two, with a slightly higher pitch. Both voices were deep, almost thunderous, and it took McCree a while to realize that there was a difference between the two.

He didn’t like that he had heard them enough to know the difference.

What about smooch? The second voice asked. Its voice was very slightly deeper than the first, gruffer, and spoke far less.

The first voice laughed as Soba nipped at his fingers beneath the table. McCree and Hanzo should smooch.

They should mate, the second voice corrected. They would be good mates.

There was a reason that he could convince himself that the voices weren’t real: they spoke of strangely silly things with an equally-strange sort of innocence.

They clearly love each other, the first voice agreed. Why don’t they mate?

The second voice grunted. They are afraid, it said almost gently. It’s easy to misconstrue things. Humans are silly creatures, after all.

Humans are rather silly, the first voice agreed. But Hanzo likes McCree and McCree likes Hanzo. It is so simple. It sighed.

They should smooch, the second voice said, strangely out of character for what he had learned of it.

Yes! The first voice said with a surprisingly lighthearted laugh. They should smooch. They would like it, I’m sure - if only they weren’t so silly!

To McCree’s relief, the two voices stopped talking and he continued his dinner, hoping that his unease wasn’t noticeable. He didn’t want to be called “crazy” after all, and the last thing he wanted was to have them pull him out of the field.

He wasn’t a danger to the team, after all...just to his own liver.

That night if he drank himself to sleep, it was no one’s business but his own. And if he dreamt of hands calloused by years of combat and archery, of dark eyes and magical tattoos that glowed with blue light, then that was a secret that he would take to his grave.

The roar of the spirits as they were released was deafening.

It seemed that the night sky over Dorado was lit up by electric blue. Their twin roars bounced off the brick and stucco walls and even though he knew them in all of their forms, he felt his knees lock up in surprise and terror when he saw the twin spirits bearing down on his position.

Thing was, no one wanted to test to see if someone that was not a Shimada could withstand the roar of the spirits coursing through them. It was something that they weren’t even sure they could use Mercy’s Caduceus staff to offset. More, even the brothers themselves weren’t sure that a Shimada could withstand having a dragon turned on them. Hanzo and Genji of course had stories of turning on the clan and hunting down its members - but none of them had used their dragons on them.

They had wanted the deaths to be personal.

It had been a surprise to McCree to learn that Hanzo hadn’t actually turned his dragons on Genji that night. The dragons - all three of them - had been elsewhere, one of the reasons that they were now so cautious to keep their human hosts nearby. Hanzo really had only once turned Soba and Udon on Genji: when Genji invited him to join Overwatch and Ramen had protected him.

Once when he was drunk, Hanzo had told McCree what it had felt to feel his own spirits burning through him. Like fire, he had said, and lightning, and water. It burned and it froze and it felt like he was about to be washed away to be forgotten.

And those were his own spirits.

McCree had seen enemies waste away, turning to brilliant red smears, or being carried away like a kite in the winds of a hurricane - everyone had. No one wanted to be a part of it and they scrambled out of the way whenever they heard Hanzo use the incantation to summon their battle forms.

More deafening than their spectral roars were their voices. GET AWAY FROM HIM!

HE IS OURS!

His breath was stolen from him for an entirely different reason. There were two different voices that he had been hearing for the past month or so and now they boomed louder than thunder with no substance to their roars.

It had been the dragons.

Of course it had been them. He laughed breathlessly. There were questions, of course - a thousand questions bouncing around in his head - but now was not the time to voice them. McCree had many other things on his mind, like the burning in his midsection, the rattling of his punctured chestplate as he moved, the burning line of burgundy liquid that spilled from his side.

The dragons twisted around each other like a glowing hurricane. Then, unlike every other time they were summoned in battle, they split: Soba twisted around McCree protectively, looking as delicate as spun glass, while Udon continued to twist, destroying the stragglers in the alley.

ARE YOU HURT? Soba roared.

Breathing hard, McCree found himself slipping, listing to the side. He braced himself for the burning-freezing-shocking sensation that Hanzo had described but Soba’s side only felt...cool. Like the cool fingers of the evening wind after the heat of the desert sun.

Are you hurt? Soba asked again, its thunderous voice much softer, gentler. McCree, please be alright. It twisted around, shoving its whiskered nose into his stomach.

McCree groaned breathlessly when it pressed on the wounds there. Soba wailed as if it could feel his pain; Udon, who had begun to drift over, disappeared into a brilliant blue mist - returning to Hanzo, perhaps to lead him to McCree, perhaps to report what was found.

“Shh, darlin’,” McCree muttered, burying the fingers of his free hand into Soba’s electric blue mane. Unlike when it was in “noodle form”, Soba’s mane now was longer and bluer - really, its entire body was entirely blue, a jarring shift from the accents of gold he was used to seeing in its golden mane, the tufts of its tail, and its branching horns. “I’m alright.”

You’re not, Soba wailed, nudging its snout closer once more. It was more gentle, its enormous nostrils moving as it seemed to sniff the air. Hanzo had once said that as non-physical beings, they had no ability to taste or smell and no need to breathe - the movement of their sides and nostrils only made it appear that they were doing so.

McCree chuckled, letting himself slip down until he was sitting with his legs extended, leaning his back against the side of the spirit coiled around him. He groaned as his wound was jostled. “C’mere, darlin’,” he said, patting his knee. “Lemme pet you.”

I should be getting you help, Soba said miserably. You shouldn’t be the one comforting me.

Chuckling, McCree gestured for the spirit again. “Naw, darlin’,” he said. “C’mere. Let Udon do the work. Lemme just...lemme just lean on you. C’mere.” Soba shifted after a long pause, twisting so its head rested obligingly on his knee. “Sorry ‘bout the blood, darlin’,” he mumbled, beginning to list to the side until he was caught by Soba’s elbow.

Bleeding on me is not something you should be worried about, Soba said disapprovingly, nudging him gently with its big nose.

“Maybe not,” McCree said faintly with a wheeze. The edges of his vision was turning black and his free hand was very awkwardly stroking in Soba’s mane, becoming clumsier and heavier. Now it was more like an absentminded kind of pat, something that probably wasn’t very comfortable. The little spikes along its neck and nuchal crest bit even through the leather of his glove though it could have only been wishful thinking on his part. “But it’s not something I want you to worry about.”

The spirit twisted. You can hear me, it said wonderingly.

McCree laughed weakly. More blood spilled out, as red as his serape which...he wasn’t sure where it was anymore. His chestplate was a crumpled mess from Doomfist’s punch; he certainly had broken ribs. He could taste copper on his lips.

He was going to die of shock or blood loss.

Worse, Soba would have to deal with that death.

“Yeah,” he mumbled and struggled to right himself. His limbs felt leaden. “Darlin’, help me up.”

You need to be still, Soba said miserably. Keep pressure on your wounds - help is on the way.

It was too late, McCree was sure. He didn’t share this with the spirit dragon. “I think I hear somethin’,” he told the spirit around a leaden tongue. “Need my gun.” He wanted Soba to go - he didn’t want it to see him die like this, sprawled out in an alley.

Surprisingly, it was true. Metal feet struck the ground with more noise than they usually did as McCree continued to list to the side. He draped over the back of Soba’s neck and it whined in distress, its tail snapping like an agitated cat’s. Blue lightning that felt like cool fingers against McCree’s overheated skin sparked over its scales.

“McCree!” the angel said thickly. There was a clatter and his head was pressed between two hands. One of them was gloved.

The angel fumbled with his chestplate and he groaned in pain. Though he could barely see - bloodloss probably, or perhaps he had simply closed his eyes at some point - he saw and felt the gentle golden glow of a biotic emitter.

“76 ‘s not gonna like tha’ you stole ‘t,” he tried to mumble.

Save your strength, Udon said though McCree couldn’t see or feel it.

McCree sighed and gave in and his world faded into darkness.

Smooching is my new favorite word.

It didn’t come out as happy and light-hearted as I had wanted it to but I can’t really find it in myself to be disappointed in it. I’m not proud of it but I am certainly satisfied.

#serious noodles #Jesse McCree #Hanzo Shimada #McHanzo #sorry for any errors #Dorado is one of my favorite maps to play Hanzo #McCree is hearing voices #DC writes #Honored Spirits

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oakwyrm · 7 years ago

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Glowing Waves

My entry for the 2017 TI Big Bang.

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HTTYD AU Nolvin beta read by @authorofthelabyrinth Artists: @darkstormcrystal and @usuallysublimepenguin Thank you all very much.

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The morning air was cold, properly cold. Not the pleasant chill of summer mornings, the kind of biting chill that told of winter's fast approach. It was silent, too. That eerie kind of silence where the few noises that could be heard became deafening. The metal handle of the lantern creaked; a fish jumped up out of the water, creating a slight splash, and waves gently rocked Colvin's little boat.

He sat quietly for a moment, oars pulled aboard as he floated on the water. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, further proven by the dark blanket of clouds that covered the sky. The sun wouldn't rise for a while yet and no light of star or moon was strong enough to find its way through the clouds. The rawhide lantern at the front of the boat burned steadily, the only true light in the darkness.

With considerable effort, he wrenched himself out of the sluggish heaviness that lay on his limbs and noted that he had floated a fair ways away from where he had cast his net. He wasted no more time in rowing back and pulling up his catch. It was a decent one, two large cod and a few smaller, oily fish had gotten themselves stuck in the net. They would definitely be good additions to his stores for the winter.

This year had been kind to him. He was relatively secure in that he would not have to ration his food too heavily this winter. Of course, a flock of Terrible Terrors could show up at any moment and attempt to ruin that plan, or the winter could be longer and harsher than usual, so he wasn't about to let himself relax completely.

Once the whole catch was in the boat he set about swiftly making his way back to his island. The trip was short since he never cast his nets far from his home. Partially because the further out he fished the more likely it was he'd lose both the fish and the nets to a dragon. He reached the shore within minutes and jumped out of the boat, pulling it a fair way up and securing it to a tree. Once the boat was secure he grabbed the net and the lantern, making his way with springing steps up to his house.

It was more like a small cottage than a house, really, but he only needed room for himself and his cat so that wasn't a problem. He hung the lantern from its hook on the outside wall and started to clean the fish in the light provided by the dim fire in the hearth. This was always the most time-consuming part of the process, and he had grown adept at the steps over the years.

He worked fast, and the catch was small enough for him to be done by the time the heavy cloud cover above him started to gain some light. The dawn that settled over the world felt more like a blanket than anything that was supposed to wake him up, urging him to go back to sleep. He'd be lucky if it didn't rain, so for the moment the drying cod would have to survive in the wood shed, rather than out on the cliffs, where they were a little more vulnerable to Terrors if he wasn’t careful, but exposed to better air. Once he'd left them there to dry in peace he quickly set about starting to smoke the rest.

Inside the walls of his home, it was now blissfully warm. Message jumped down from her perch on one of the shelves, watching intently as he set up the smoking rack. The look on her face was, of course, one he knew well by now.

“No, Message those aren't for you,” he said, crouching down and scratching her lightly behind the ear. She meowed and shoved her head against his hand. This did not sway him. Conceding defeat, she jumped up onto the bench in front of the fire instead. Colvin wasn't far behind, sitting down soon after to let warmth properly seep back into his body.

Clearly, he had chosen the right moment to return to the shelter of his home. He had barely been inside long enough to be wholly warm again before the rain started abruptly, heavy rain drops falling quickly. Colvin could hear it hammering down on the world outside even through his overgrown roof. It was unlikely he'd do much more outside today. Message didn't seem to mind too much. She was very content where she was. Her rumbling purr along with the crackling of the fire and the fall of the rain outside made for a soothing combination of sounds.

Colvin breathed out slowly and deliberately, centring himself and focusing inward. He closed his eye and let the sounds envelop him entirely. He let his mind wander as he breathed as steadily and evenly as he could. Message shifted, shoving herself against his leg slightly. He continued to meditate as the rain pattered outside.

It was around midday when it finally stopped. The world outside was soggy. Heavy droplets dripped from branches, thudding where they hit the ground. Still, that nature after rain smell hung in the air. A clean yet earthy scent, as was expected so late in the year. Colvin stepped out of the house, taking a moment to enjoy the freshness of the air before picking his way carefully down to the beach where he had left his boat. With some effort he grabbed hold of the still slippery side and tipped it, letting the water run out and onto the rocky shore.

His foot slid against the dangerously wet rocks of the shore as he straightened. He flailed for a moment, almost losing his balance before he managed to find safe ground with his other foot and save himself. With a small skipping type of motion, he stood up and continued on his way back towards the cottage, unfazed.

Message was waiting for him on the roof. She watched his approach carefully with a kind of feline calculation and Colvin prepared himself to receive a tag along. Just as he passed below she leapt down onto his shoulders, quickly finding a comfortable perch. He reached up and quietly pet her head.

The rest of the day was quiet, for the most part. Most days were. The only time Colvin saw other people was when he sought out trade ships on their way to more important harbours. No Terrible Terrors tried their luck at his stores. It made for an excellent day to sit back and just think. His tiny island was, of course, also perfectly suited to this. It was called the Isle of Truth after all. To be fair that was the name he had given it. No one else had been there so he had taken that duty upon himself.

As he sat deep in his thoughts, he missed Message walking up to him. So, naturally, when she jumped into his lap and gently smacked him in the face with her fluffy tail, his concentration was broken with a start. She didn't seem to care about this, curling up contentedly in his lap. He smiled and obliged her, petting her soft fur. It was in this unfortunate position that Colvin fell asleep, sitting cross-legged on a bench in front of the fire with a purring cat in his lap. Comfortable in the short term, but it would not remain so.

***

When Colvin awoke he first noted was that his back was killing him and his legs were stiff. He had, at some point, managed to actually lay down, but he had been on a bare bench completely free of the usual fur bedding, which was still tucked away in a box under the seat. He sat up slowly, most every part of him protesting in some way. Message raised her head, looking at him from across the room.

Slowly, he got to his feet, stretching and looking around for anything that might be out of place. Things seemed normal, nothing was out of place in the house, the night outside was quiet, from what he could hear. More than likely it was just the uncomfortable sleeping situation that had woken him.

He relaxed somewhat, kneeling down to pull the furs out and set them up so he could get some proper sleep. Message perked up, her eyes following what he was doing with interest. He laid the bedding down as he usually did, working by the dim light of the fire. He glanced back at it with a small frown.

Perhaps it was a good thing that he had woken up, after all. He got to his feet again, walking to the fire. It was definitely dying down. Quietly, he walked to the entrance, pausing when Message jumped down from her perch, padding over and fixing her eyes on the door. He recognised her suspicion for what it was and frowned.

Carefully he listened. A noise from outside was his first clue, coming from the shore if he were to guess. It sounded like something moving, probably not a small animal. Looking about again he spotted a faint light shining on his wall. A blue-ish light, different from any moonlight or aurora he had ever seen.

Slowly, he returned his attention to the door, pushing it open to peek outside. There, by the sea, as he had guessed, sat a dragon with her head in the water. Eating, it seemed. More impressive still, both she and the sea below were glowing with that blue light that now shone more brightly into his home. The door creaked as Colvin pushed it further and he winced. The dragon stopped, lifting her head and turning around. Her teeth, though short and few in number, looked deadly sharp and her eyes, situated near the front of her snake-like triangular head, were a pale blue and nothing else. A skin-covered horn was situated right between them, bending backwards over almost the entire length of her head. Her wings were folded but he could still clearly see the long, trailing pieces of them that would move unnaturally as she flew.

Before Colvin could react properly, she had bounded up to his cottage, her snout concerningly close to his face. Without a thought, Colvin pulled back his fist, prepared to defend his home. Now, what he hoped to accomplish by punching a dragon this size he was unsure, but he never got a chance to land that blow. Sensing his hostility, the Flightmare reared back, opening her mouth and breathing a chilled mist in his direction. Message gave a startled yelp of a meow and jumped quickly out of the way as Colvin was frozen in place.

On the other side of the island, Narn was snapped out of their near-sleep by Blueberry's alarmed roar. In an instant they scrambled to their feet and headed over towards the source of the sound as quickly as they could. They came to a halt on the other side of the small island, taking a moment to survey the scene.

A cottage door stood open, a stranger, the owner of the house no doubt, stood frozen in place on his doorstep, looking as if he had planned to fight Blueberry with his bare hands. The dim light of a dying fire shone out from the doorway. Blueberry had taken a good few paces away from the cottage.

“I...i...i thought this island was deserted...” Narn mused aloud, walking up to Blueberry and gently scratching her under her chin. “My apologies.” She laid down, curling up, but kept a watchful eye on the person she'd just paralysed. Narn turned to look more closely at the unfortunate victim.

They moved forwards, taking their glove off of and reaching forwards to touch the stranger's neck, though they doubted Blueberry had actually killed the guy. A brief check proved them right, his heart was still beating. Slowly, for the moment, but he would recover.

A hiss brought their attention from the stranger to a small figure, perched on a nearby shelf inside the cottage. A grey Norwegian Forest Cat in an obviously hostile position, back arched and her fur standing further on end. Her eyes, an odd colour, veering more towards purple than any cat Narn had previously encountered, caught the light and gleamed in a somewhat threatening way. Narn stopped and raised their hand but she didn't back down so they obliged her and backed off, sitting near Blueberry and beginning the wait for the stranger's paralysis to wear off.

Once the intruder moved to a suitable distance Message jumped down from her perch, landing on Colvin's shoulders and curling up.

Narn could feel the cat's stare burning into their back. Blueberry shifted restlessly, opening one of her eyes to stare up at the cat. Narn placed their hand on her head quickly, making a soothing sound in an attempt to dissuade her from any further action. Blueberry shook herself slightly and settled back down with a soft growling noise. The cat hissed but didn't leave her post by the stranger's side.

***

Colvin came to with a strangled noise of surprise and a graceless fall out of the house and onto the ground below him. His entire body felt heavy, but still he rolled over, staring up at the clear night sky above him. He focused for a moment on merely breathing. As he saw it, trying to figure out how he was alive could wait for a moment.

“How do you feel?”

Colvin jumped at the unfamiliar, raspy voice, sitting up quickly and turning to look in the direction it had come from. A tall figure, armour-clad, and decently intimidating, sat calmly next to the Flightmare. Their armour covered their entire body, only their gloveless hand currently visible. The helmet that hid their face went on into chainmail to cover their chin and neck. A blue pattern was painted above the eyes and down where their nose probably was. Their other arm seemed to be entirely made of metal if the way it rested at their side was any indication. Around their shoulders a red cloak was wrapped. Message hissed, placing herself between Colvin and the stranger.

“Ah, right. My name is Narn.” They stood up and Colvin realised he might have underestimated how tall they actually were. “Sorry about Blueberry, she was startled.” The Flightmare raised her head and looked in Colvin's direction.

Colvin got to his feet slowly, dusting himself off as best he could. Message walked behind his legs, looking out at the strangers with suspicion and hostility, but finding it safer to be behind him now that he had proven he could stand.

“Colvin,” He replied, still collecting the pieces of his scattered brain. “This is Message.” At the mention of her name the feline sat, continuing her steady stare in Narn's direction.

“I don't think she likes me,” Narn said, peering down at Message. Colvin laughed, crouching and gently petting Message's head.

“I think it has something to do with your formidable companion,” he said, eyes moving to Blueberry where she lay, carefully observing her surroundings. “How did you train her?” he asked, standing up again. Despite not being able to see Narn's eyes, or any part of their face, really, he could sense the strange look they were giving him.

“Most people don't react like this,” they said. “Do you want to meet her?” Colvin hesitated for just a moment before approaching Narn and Blueberry. On the doorstep Message made a complaining meow, but when it became clear that she couldn't dissuade him she settled for sitting down and worrying from a distance.

Standing beside Narn, Colvin assessed Blueberry. She was easily the biggest dragon he'd ever been so close to, and she didn't even belong to the largest dragon species out there. Flightmares were on the small side if Colvin was remembering correctly.

“You don't have to be scared of her, she won't harm humans. Even if she was wild, Flightmare mostly live off of algae, don't you?” Narn reached down and gently scratched the underside of Blueberry's chin. In response she raised herself up somewhat, a content trilling noise resonating from somewhere in her throat.

“What do I do here?” Colvin asked, looking up slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of Narn's eyes, or any part of their face really, behind the helmet they wore.

“Just hold out your hand. She'll do the rest,” Narn said, taking a step back to give him space. Colvin stared at Blueberry for a second before extending his hand. Curiously, she padded forward, sniffing his palm and eyeing Narn out of the corner of her eye to read any signs of alarm. When nothing pointed to Colvin being a genuine threat she closed her eyes and gently bumped her snout up into his palm.

Her skin was cold, scaly and smooth. Her breath hit his arm, a great puff of cool air. Very carefully he moved his hand, gently caressing. Colvin felt vaguely like he was floating. He trusted himself enough to judge that this was real, but it still seemed too amazing to be true. Behind him Narn stood, a wide grin spreading slowly over their hidden face.

“Are you hungry?” Colvin asked, turning in Narn's direction. They took a moment to respond. Of all the words they had been expecting Colvin to say, food wasn't high on the list.

“Yes... why?” they cocked their head to the side slightly, the chain mail part of their helmet clinking slightly as it moved.

“Then you can tell me more about Blueberry over a meal.” He grinned. Narn looked from Colvin to the small house, where Message was still sat on the doorstep, her tail shifting slowly in warning. Colvin caught onto their unspoken concern and walked back to his house, gently coaxing Message up into his arms.

“She'll warm to you eventually,” he assured, stepping out of the doorway and indicating to Narn that they were free to enter if they wished. They shrugged and with a few long steps they were at the door. Message gave them a highly displeased look as they ducked their head slightly and entered the small house.

“Nice place,” they mused as they settled on one of the benches. Colvin nodded.

“Thank you, I built it myself,” he said, placing Message back down and turning towards the woodshed, going to gather more firewood to revive the fire. Narn and Message stared at each other. Neither one of them moved for a moment that seemed to stretch for longer than it had any right to.

Finally, as Colvin's footsteps signalled his return, Message jumped up onto the bench opposite Narn, her suspicious cat stare still digging into them. Colvin's return was a welcome break. Message turned her eyes to him and meowed happily.

He paused for a moment to pet her before he set down the firewood in its corner and took the suitable amount from the pile to revive the sputtering flames in the fireplace. Narn watched in relative silence as he continued to move about the house, taking down the small table that hung in the rafters and pulling various containers off of shelves.

Not long after Colvin had set down a plate in front of Narn and taken his seat across from them. Quietly Narn removed their helmet and set it beside them on the bench. Thin dreadlocks hung around a narrow, dark brown face. In the firelight the amber in their eyes grew stronger, mirroring the flame back at itself as they quickly brushed their hair back. Despite Colvin's suggestion that the two talk more while they ate, the actual meal passed in silence, both of them finding that upon reflection, they were too hungry to focus on a conversation at that moment.

It was Narn who finally broke the silence, once they had finished their meal “Why do you live out here alone?” they fixed their eyes on Colvin, leaning their chin in their hand as they waited for an answer. Colvin leaned back against the wall.

“I'm not alone, I have Message,” he said, without missing a beat. Narn glanced at the cat, who seemed suddenly to have quite the smug air about her.

“She's very protective of you...” Narn grinned. “A good quality.” Colvin gently placed his hand on Message's head, scratching behind her ears.

“How did you get here?” Colvin asked, facing Narn. He did have his theories, obviously, but he wanted to hear Narn's story to see if they matched up.

“On Blueberry,” they replied with ease. “Her saddle is on the other side of your island, if you want to see it.” Colvin jumped to his feet almost before they had time to finish their sentence. Narn rose quickly with a kind of fluid elegance one wouldn't expect someone to be able to achieve when clad in so much armour, picking up their helmet and putting it back on their head.

As the two of them walked out of the house with Message following close behind, Blueberry raised her head and took notice. Narn made a strange noise that seemed to come out of the back of their throat and Blueberry got up, walking up next to them and matching their stride.

Colvin had to hurry his steps somewhat to keep up with Narn, but he did so easily. Narn seemed to take notice of this but didn't comment and Colvin was too focused on their goal to notice Narn's swift glance in his direction.

The saddle Narn had mentioned was hanging from a high tree branch, protected from possible rain and from the dampness of the earth by thick evergreen branches. Swiftly Narn moved forwards and picked it off the branch, setting it down against the trunk. Colvin came up beside them, carefully looking the mechanism over.

It was fairly plain, designed for practicality above all else, clearly. Blueberry perked up, pushing her snout against Narn's back. Colvin took a step away, watching with interest as they turned and began securing the saddle to her. She stayed completely still as they moved around her until they gave what Colvin could only assume was the signal that all was well.

At that she shot up, eager to get going. Colvin sat on the nearest big rock and continued to watch as Narn got into the saddle and the two shot off into the sky, sending a shock of wind in his direction that blew all of the hair out of his face.

They flew through the early dawn only just beginning to light up the sky. Blueberry's path was easy to follow, shining with a clear blue light in the still dull morning. Colvin sat spellbound by the display. Both dragon and rider seemed in sync with the other, creating a seamless display of teamwork and power.

A trail of mist hung in the sky behind them, creating a spiral pattern. Her relatively smaller size and the shape of her body made Blueberry very fast, something Narn appeared accustomed to, as they rode with their body low to avoid wind resistance as much as possible. With a final spin Blueberry balanced out to a slower flight and Narn sat up, looking down towards Colvin.

Despite being almost entirely protected from the wind by armour Narn still felt slightly windswept when Blueberry slowed down again. They surveyed the land and sea below them. The trail of glowing algae had moved on, floating east towards the sunrise. Colvin sat on the rock they had left him on, though they couldn't quite make out his facial expression from where they were.

With a brief word to Blueberry they descended back to the island. Colvin looked somehow more windswept than even they felt, his hair was somewhat in a disarray, more so than it had already been, and he seemed stunned. With a grin they dismounted and took off their helmet, shaking their head to reorganize their hair as best they could.

“You want to come along?” they asked, nodding in Blueberry's direction. Colvin frowned slightly, clearly going into deep thought for a moment.

“No, I don't think humans were meant to fly,” he said finally, though his tone directed no judgement towards Narn. It could easily have been taken as such but Narn, instead, looked slightly surprised.

“I'm not flying,” they said. Colvin's brow furrowed further. “Blueberry is the one who flies.” They stated this plainly, as if it was the most obvious truth in the world. Colvin leaned back slightly.

“You're moving through the air without anything to connect you to the ground. That's flying,” he said. Narn sat down quickly, crossing their legs.

“I am riding a flying creature, yes, but I'm not actually doing any flying,” they countered. Blueberry laid down, plainly recognizing this was going to take a while to resolve, if it got resolved at all. Colvin looked thoughtful. This was not a question he'd had any reason to contemplate before, mainly because he had never thought it possible.

“You work so closely with each other, though. From what I could see you become part of the flight.”

“That's just knowing how to move with the dragon to get the best speed and manoeuvrability, I'm part of the flight but I'm still not doing any flying.”

***

Aryn groaned quietly, letting her head fall onto the back of Firestorm's head. The great dragon that bore her high above the archipelago barely even seemed to notice the sudden shift. She really should be used to this by now. Whenever Blueberry needed to refuel on the glowing algae that was her main food source, she and Narn would vanish without a trace. They'd always leave with a promise to return before sunrise, sure, but more often than not they failed to uphold that.

Not that they were ever that hard to find, in the end. Firestorm was a Typhoomerang, she covered distance well and her eyes were sharper that Aryn's could ever hope to be. Blueberry usually also helped, with her glow freshly brightened from the glowing algae she wasn't exactly hard to spot, even in daylight. Still, the fact of the matter was that it was almost noon. She had been up in the air since the early morning and still no sign of Narn. She had barely eaten anything and the hours were beginning to weigh on her.

“You'd think with the longer nights they'd actually manage to get back by sunrise,” she muttered against Firestorm's scaly skin.

As if called by her complaint, a familiar roar made her look up. Blueberry had drawn even with them and gotten Firestorm's attention. Normally Blueberry showing up without Narn would have alarmed Aryn, but she was showing no signs of distress or hurrying them along in any manner, so Aryn felt she should hold off on judging the situation just yet.

“Lead the way,” Aryn said, looking to Blueberry, though she didn't really need to. Blueberry had already turned around and started leading them towards what was no doubt Narn's location.

Aryn hadn't been far off, actually. It wasn't long before Blueberry started to descend towards a small middle-of-nowhere type island. It would have looked deserted, had it not been for the thin line of smoke rising out of what appeared, from her vantage point, to be just a mossy hill. She frowned. Usually people were a deal breaker when it came to Blueberry’s grazing areas.

Firestorm landed shortly after Blueberry, laying down as best she could without crushing any trees or dipping too much of herself into the water. This island was definitely not meant for dragons of full grown Typhoomerang size. Firestorm’s other passenger, however, rolled down and onto the ground with much delight, pawing at the moss and making small noises not all that dissimilar to a kitten. If a kitten were the size of a sheep.

Spark was the baby Moldruffle which she had taken under her wing, much to Narn's obvious delight. They were terrible at hiding their glee whenever it came to convincing someone dragons were not all that was wrong with the world and more. Blueberry huffed, clearly waiting for Aryn to follow her.

“One second.” She turned back to Spark and lifted him up without much trouble. He squirmed slightly for a moment but settled down soon enough. Firestorm lifted her head and watched as the three considerably smaller beings made their way into what little forest this small island contained.

It didn't take long to reach the small cottage Aryn had spotted from above, more obvious now that she was on the ground. The door stood open and voices floated out to greet her. One was definitely Narn's, the other a stranger. In the time it took her to reach the door she had managed to figure out the topic of their conversation. She was less than surprised.

Not that she had actually come across Narn debating the technicalities of what did and what didn't count as flight with a stranger before, but it was definitely not something she'd put past them provided they found the right stranger. She almost regretted that she would have to interrupt their conversation. Almost.

With a cough and a sharp knock on the door frame she made her presence known, snapping Narn and the stranger out of their debate. Narn stared at her in silence for a moment, as did the stranger, though their silences were markedly different. Narn was waiting for her to speak, the stranger was trying to figure out who she was.

“It's midday,” she said finally in as flat of a tone as she could manage.

“Time got away from me,” Narn replied. “This is Colvin.” They gestured to the person sitting across from them. Aryn looked him over once more.

“Aryn,” she said, expecting no reply.

Without another word she walked away from the cottage, leaving them to resume their debate if they so wished. Clearly they did as she had barely found a comfortable place to sit before they started again. Quietly, she rolled her eyes and wondered if she was going to have to spend the next week on this tiny island.

Luckily, she did not have to wait quite that long. It was late in the afternoon when she and Narn left the island. Colvin had conceded after a good-natured arm wrestling match, the victor of which was Narn, that a human riding a dragon was technically not the one doing the actual flying, though he still remained adamant on that he would not actually be joining Narn for a ride unless they could give him some reason apart from fun.

***

Perhaps the idea that nothing about his life would change after his encounter with Narn was silly. Actually, scratch that, it was frankly ridiculous. One did not discover such earth-shattering things as the fact that dragons could be trained and just go on living life. Moreover, when Colvin looked back on this period in his life years later, he would often wonder how in the world he managed to convince himself Narn would go about their business and forget about him.

Then again, that could be chalked up to not knowing them well enough at the time. Whatever the case, the fact remained that Narn returned less than a week later.

Colvin was quietly meditating in a soft patch of grass when he heard the flap of wings and felt a brief shock of wind as Blueberry landed. He opened his eye slowly to look at Narn as they dismounted, removing their helmet, grinning down at him.

“Are you joining me for dinner?” he asked, closing his eye again as Narn sat down in front of him.

“Are you offering?” they questioned. Colvin hummed a response that honestly could either have been a denial or a confirmation. Narn shrugged and laid down, staring up at the sky as the clouds rolled by. It was because of this that they missed the angry grey blur bolting in their direction until Message had jumped over them and clambered her way up onto Colvin's shoulders, glaring her very best cat glare at Narn.

They sat up, staring back, somewhat perplexed. While they didn't expect Message to be instantly friendly with them when they returned, they hadn't expected her to hold this much of a grudge. Colvin didn't seem to react much to Message's presence though, so this might just be a normal thing for them that Narn was intruding on.

The rest of the day proceeded much the same. Narn would try to help Colvin with the cooking, Message would come in as a bolt of grey lightning from a clear blue sky and steal any and all tools Colvin gave them. Narn tried to talk to Colvin about what interested him, Message pretended to pick a fight with Blueberry. Narn tried to tell Colvin more about Blueberry, Message got herself stuck up a tree. Though that one might actually have been accidental, Narn wasn't fully sure.

They watched with an irritated look on their face as Colvin descended the tree with Message in hand. At this rate they would never find anything that interested Colvin enough to get him up into the air. Why exactly they felt such a strong need to show him the world from the back of a dragon they weren't entirely sure. Because he had accepted dragon training as a reality so quickly, perhaps?

“Narn?” Colvin's voice broke them out of their thoughts and they looked back up at him. “I'm handing Message over to you.”

“I don't think that's a good idea,” Narn replied, even as they reached up to receive the cat that Colvin was slowly lowering to them. As predicted Message was not happy, but Narn got away with only a few scratches on their hand as she wriggled herself free of their hold. Any other part of them she might have tried to get her claws into was still armour clad, save for their face, but she was more concerned about removing herself from their presence than actually trying to do serious damage.

Colvin quickly descended the rest of the way after that. Once he was on the ground, he took hold of Narn's hand and inspected the scratches with a critical eye. Narn had, of course, received much worse over the years, but they didn't entirely feel the need to mention that.

“These aren't bad,” Colvin said finally. “But I can treat them if you want.” Narn looked from Colvin to the scratch and nodded.

Inside the cottage, Colvin sat them down and started going about the slightly stinging process of treating Message's scratches. As he was doing this the culprit herself turned up and curled up in Colvin's lap, staring up at Narn with judging, disapproving eyes. Their next line of action became clear to them then. They needed to befriend Message.

As if she sensed their thoughts she quickly jumped off of Colvin's lap and ran out the door. A few seconds later Colvin pronounced the cleaning of the small scratches done and Narn stood up, walking over to the door and looking around. Message was sitting near the shore, staring at the house, though the moment she saw Narn she turned away.

Colvin watched Narn from his seat in the cottage and was, understandably, taken by surprise when they began to methodically remove their armour. First the left arm, followed by everything else. As Narn stood there and stretched slowly, freed from the weight and bulk of their protective gear, Colvin found himself questioning reality for the second time in a week. This time how a stretched out beanpole of a person was the one inside of so much armour. Before he could comment, however, Narn had vanished from the door.

Narn made their way down to where Message was sitting, taking a seat a bit away from her.

“I'm sorry Blueberry paralysed Colvin?” they tried. Message ignored them. A very purposeful kind of ignoring, too. They sighed. “I'm not going to steal him away if that’s what you’re worried about.” Again, no response. They leaned back slightly, staring at the back of her head. They remained seated there for a while until Narn eventually gave up, standing up and going back to gather their armour before mounting Blueberry and taking off, back towards where they and Aryn had set up camp.

***

“Aryn.” Narn's sudden calling of her name and even more sudden rising from what Aryn had thought was a deep sleep made her jump with surprise. She squinted at them over the fire, halting her gentle scratching of Spark's head for a moment.

“Yes?” she yawned.

“One of your dragons acts like a kitten, how do I get a cat to like me?” Aryn frowned.

“What?”

“Message, Colvin's cat. She doesn't like me. Spark acts like a kitten. Tell me how to fix this.” They were staring at her now, in that slightly disconcerting way where they didn't ever seem to blink.

“That's... not even nearly the same thing,” she said, but she knew from the look on Narn's face that they were not backing down. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, staring down a Spark where he gently dozed. “Bribe her with food and then leave her alone. Now can I get back to going to sleep?” Narn nodded absently, clearly already working on their plan. Aryn shook her head and sank down into her sleeping bag, quickly falling into a dreamless slumber.

She woke the next morning to the smell of roast duck. Slowly she sat, staring at Narn. They were, from the looks of it, just about finished cutting the meal into suitable cat sized pieces.

“Did you sleep at all?” she asked. Narn looked up from their work and blinked. From the look on their face and the redness of their eyes she judged the answer to be no.

“It's very hard to find a duck this late in the year,” they said in place of a proper answer. Definitely a no, then. She didn't even want to think about how far they'd had to fly to get their hands on the duck.

“Why is this so important to you?” she asked. Narn stopped cutting up the duck for a second to look at her before resuming.

“He needs to see it,” they said. Aryn laid back down and stared up at the sky.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because he does,” Narn answered. Or rather didn't answer. Aryn decided that she was too tired to keep badgering them for more details at the moment. Let someone else deal their weirdness for once. Though Colvin had seemed fairly weird himself so maybe he was equipped to handle someone like Narn right from the get go.

***

The sound of Blueberry landing, Colvin suspected, would soon become very familiar. A few seconds after the final noise of wings stopped Narn knocked on the door. Colvin set down the beginnings of a new, bigger and better net that he was making, and walked over to the door, opening it and looking up at Narn, who had this time chosen to forgo their armour entirely.

“Can I give Message some roast duck?” they asked. Colvin looked at them for a moment, taking them in and noting that yes, they did smell of roast duck.

“Go ahead,” he said, stepping out of the way and letting Narn in before heading back to his net making.

Message looked up at their entrance, interested in the smell of the plate they were carrying, but still with a heavy dose of scepticism aimed at Narn. They gently set the plate down in front of Message and backed away.

Message stared down at the roast duck in front of her. It was rare that she get a treat like this. She sniffed one of the pieces experimentally and, plainly, could find nothing wrong with it as she quickly bit into it. Not long after the plate was entirely clear, though Message still didn't acknowledge Narn's presence as they retrieved it. Still, it seemed to be a somewhat less hostile ignoring.

Narn sat down next to Colvin. They would be lying through their teeth if they pretended they weren't a little bit relieved their duck cubes had been accepted. Colvin looked sideways at them but didn't say much, continuing to work on his new net. A few moments passed in comfortable silence as the fire crackled merrily.

“Winter's gonna be here soon,” Colvin commented. Narn nodded somewhat absently. “Do the dragons keep you warm?” he asked. Narn sat up a little straighter.

“Firestorm does. Spark will when he's grown a little I think.”

“Blueberry's too cold?”

Narn nodded. Before they'd met Aryn winters in the archipelago had been a bit challenging, but they liked the cold. They were used to it. Still they weren't going to pretend having Firestorm around wasn't a huge help.

The two of them lapsed into silence again as Colvin continued to work on the net.

***

Winter started soon after. Or rather, there was absolutely no question that it was no longer autumn, but the first snowfall seemed to be staying stubbornly away. Narn's visits continued, and at this point Colvin would have found it strange if they stopped coming around. Message still didn't like them, though the duck may have convinced her they were worthy of reevaluation.

Colvin’s surprise when a familiar glow joined the Northern Lights in the sky one cloud free evening was minimal. Blueberry landed and quickly Narn jumped off her back, shedding their armour easily as they approached Colvin and sat down next to him. In his lap Message bristled slightly but remained calm.

“Do you ever think about how small we are?” Narn asked, ignoring any more traditional greeting as they stared up into the vastness of the night sky above them. More stars than anyone could ever hope to count accompanied by a dance of dazzling colours.

“Do you ever think about how big everything else is?” Colvin countered. Narn chuckled.

“That's the same question I asked,” they said. Colvin's lips twitched.

“Seen from a different perspective. I like mine better.” He held out his hand towards the sky, blocking part of it out as he stared into the distance. He would have said he was trying to solve a riddle, but he rather felt that in this case he didn't have the entire riddle clear, just some meagre scraps of the whole puzzle. Narn hummed thoughtfully.

“Marvelling instead of shrinking before things so big we can't really understand them,” they said. Colvin nodded.

“Do you ever feel like the Gods are watching you from somewhere behind the stars?” he asked. Narn shrugged.

“I don't think about the Gods much,” they said, also staring deep into the abyss above them.

“What if we could actually travel among them?” Colvin said quietly and Narn could not in truth tell if he was speaking to himself or to them.

“I can get you a little closer to them, you know,” they said, looking towards Colvin. “The stars.” Colvin sat up suddenly, an expression on his face like he in all seriousness had never considered that before. Narn grinned, standing up and extending their hand to Colvin, who took it without question and let himself be pulled to his feet. Message jumped off of his lap with a displeased noise.

Narn let go for a moment and sprinted to the cottage, grabbing Colvin’s winter cloak from inside and on the way back stopping to snatch the cloak that usually served only as decoration on their armour. Colvin grabbed his cloak, throwing it on as Narn did the same with theirs. Blueberry, noticing the activity, stood up, reading the situation correctly.

Narn took their customary seat on her back and looked to Colvin, who seemed to be trying to puzzle out exactly where he should sit. Narn gently patted the spot right behind themself and Colvin obliged, mounting and wrapping his arms around Narn's waist to secure himself to the spot. Narn grinned and with a soft word to Blueberry they were off.

This flight was much different than the one Narn had shown Colvin the first day they met. That one had been showing off, and Narn would never deny that because there was no point in doing so. This one was... well it was still showing off, but in a different way. They weren't showing off their skills, or even Blueberry's, they were showing off the world from a new angle.

Colvin opened his eyes after the first initial rush of wind, when everything seemed to have evened out. He wanted to look up first but his eyes were drawn downwards. His first reaction was the initial shock of just how high up he was, the second was one of wonder. They were well above the archipelago, and Colvin's island wasn't exactly isolated for all that he was its only human inhabitant. They could easily see others, lights flickering in peaceful ways on islands Colvin had never been to, both close by and far in the distance. Signs of life dotted so many of them, though some of those fires were different, created by dragons rather than humans.

His eyes moved skyward and his grip on Narn tightened just a little. Above him, still seeming as far away as they were on the ground, the stars shone, accompanied by the colourful twists and turns of the Northern Lights. Despite the distance, though, this was different. He wasn't on the ground. He was caught between the stars and the world below him and for once in his life he didn't know what to think. He was entirely caught up in the moment, a feeling of awe washing over him and leaving him stunned.

“Do you ever think about how small we are?” Narn asked again. Colvin leaned his forehead against their shoulder and shook his head, laughing.

“Narn we're gigantic,” he said.

“Well I know I am,” Narn said. Colvin snorted and pushed his forehead further against their shoulder as they laughed. They supposed Colvin had a point. From up here human life, to them, had always seemed so fragile and small, but looking over it now they could see how perhaps the opposite could also be observed.

Several villages persevering in this world where, for the most part, dragons and humans were at war. The size of the settlements, the size of the populations, all the tiny fires that meant life. That people were able to not only survive, but to thrive in this environment. It was a rather breathtaking sight.

“I don't think you ever told me why you live alone,” Narn said, looking back at Colvin. He raised his head and looked up at the stars above them again, not breaking his silence. Not that Narn minded if he just ignored the question, they could live without the answer, and they would rather he remain silent than tell them anything he didn't want to share.

Colvin would be lying, truly, if he said it didn't feel like he could have tumbled into the stars at any moment, falling the wrong way off of Blueberry's back. He'd felt it before, when looking at the night sky from his roof or a particularly high tree, but never like this. At those times there had always been a direct connection to the ground present. He wasn't entirely sure which feeling he liked better. Before he would have said he didn't mind the thought of tumbling into an endless night where all he had to do was think. Would have preferred it even, if it hadn't meant leaving Message behind. Now he was less sure of that.

He felt a soft laugh bubble up in his chest. Wouldn't it be so terribly ironic if his most powerful tie to the solid earth ended up being the person who convinced him to leave it in the first place.

In front of him Narn bent down slightly and spoke to Blueberry. A short sentence in a voice that seemed to carry a hint of tiredness. Blueberry obliged them and swiftly descended, bringing them back to Colvin's island.

Colvin swiftly dismounted, heading for his home to make sure the fire was strong enough to keep him warm through the night. Message got to her feet, taking one good long look at Narn and Blueberry before deciding that Colvin looked unharmed enough for her to give them a pass.

Narn stretched, yawning and trying to blink a surprising exhaustion out of their eyes. Blueberry gave them a quick nudge and they stumbled. Gently they turned and gave her an affectionate scratch under her chin before shaking their head to clear it of any more ideas of sleep and heading for Colvin's tiny cottage.

Colvin heard Narn come in as he was coaxing more life into the fire with his back turned to the door. Of course he knew it was Narn, they were the only other biped on his island after all. Still their gate was probably distinct enough for him to have recognized it without that fact. They seated themself on one of the benches, a little closer to the door and Colvin rose, sending them a quick glance before he settled on the other bench and Message jumped into his lap, demanding more of his attention.

Neither one of them had intended for Narn to stay the night. It just sort of ended up that way, like such things sometimes do. Colvin looked up again after a while to find Narn had dozed off, leaning their back against the wall of his small cottage. He could have woken them up, true, but he found he didn't particularly want to.

If they were tired enough to fall asleep sitting up he probably couldn't trust they'd make it all the way back to Aryn without falling off of Blueberry's back, anyway. Not that he doubted she'd catch them, but he didn't really want to make them take that risk at all.

As quietly as he could he pulled out his box of furs, taking the largest one he hand and draping it over Narn as they slept. It didn't quite cover them, but it would do. He was very careful not to wake them as he slowly shifted their position into one that wouldn't leave them in quite as much pain come morning. They didn't so much as twitch.

***

Colvin and Narn woke early the next morning, within a few minutes of each other. Colvin yawned and stretched, looking over at Narn. He was still in his night time clothes while Narn, naturally, had slept in their daytime wear.

“I definitely don't have anything big enough to fit you,” he said finally as he tugged his nightshirt off, heading towards his own daytime clothes to change. Narn noted with some curiosity the many scars that crawled across his torso. Most of them from dragons, definitely. Terrible Terrors, judging by the marks the small teeth had left, but there were one or two there that definitely came from man-made weapons.

Their musing was cut short as Colvin pulled on his tunic and tied his usual belt around his waist. He looked around, a small frown creasing his brow and Narn noted that the piece of cloth that usually covered his right eye wasn't in place.

“I haven't seen it,” Narn said, before he could even open his mouth to ask.

Colvin sighed and raised his hand to tug at a strand of his hair as he glanced around again.

“Help me look for it?” He glanced in their direction again. Narn got to their feet and joined the search. The house was small, of course, but that didn't mean things couldn't get lost. No matter how small the space things always seemed to be extraordinarily good at doing that.

The search took longer than Narn honestly thought it had any right to. It was almost time for the day meal by the time Colvin made a sound of triumph and pulled a long piece of blue fabric out from inside the box of furs, where it had nestled down comfortably near the bottom. Colvin sighed a relieved kind of sigh and quickly tied it back in its usual place.

By the door Message meowed. Colvin turned to her and she looked from him to the door. With a quick, long step Narn was at the door and had pushed it open. Message gave them a rather affronted look before quickly darting out into the fresh air. Narn pushed open the door further a blinked at the sight that greeted him.

Aryn was seated with three dragons curled around her, which was not that impressive, and Message calmly setting about settling into her lap, which was much more impressive. Narn stepped out, followed close behind by Colvin. Aryn looked up, leaning calmly against Firestorm’s back.

She gave Narn a look. Narn sighed and sat down. Colvin looked between Aryn and Narn, trying to decide if he wanted to stay and listen or get his day started. The latter won out, quite quickly at that, and he vanished back into his house.

“So.” Aryn crossed her arms. Narn cocked their head to the side.

“So?” they asked. She sighed, gently petting Message as she looked at Colvin’s door.

“Well at least I don’t have to scour the whole archipelago for you anymore,” she said in a musing tone. Narn was relatively sure her comment hadn’t actually been directed at them so they didn’t feel the need to answer. Which proved a good enough choice as Colvin came out a moment later and dropped a plate into their lap, handing Aryn one as well.

“I’m running out of dishes,” was all he said before settling down with his own meal.

“I’ll make you some more,” Aryn said between bites, glancing at Narn as she did so. “I get the feeling you’re going to need them. While I’m at it I should bring you more food, too. Before Narn eats you out of house and home.”

Colvin shrugged and the rest of the meal passed in silence.

Aryn and Colvin stayed just long enough to help Colvin wash up before leaving. Colvin watched thoughtfully as they vanished into the distance. Behind him Message had curled up on the warmest spot of floor she could find. Shaking himself off, he retreated back into his home and headed directly for the small collection of books that he had.

He had had every intention of rereading his newest addition for the tenth time, but his hand stilled as he reached for it and he stopped, taking a seat and staring up at the ceiling instead. Message looked up at him with a lazy kind of curiosity, but didn’t move from her spot. Absently, he picked up the closest object, a knife as it so happened. He stared down at it, not really properly registering it as he slowly turned it over in his hands. His thoughts drifted in the direction of a wide grin and amber eyes set in a thin face.

So, as he so often did, he began to contemplate life. It wasn’t often these thoughts veered in towards his own life, that had up until recently been simple and straightforward. He frowned. Narn had comfortably settled into his routine by now and he found himself recoiling at the thought of returning to his old life. Moreover the thought left an uncomfortable feeling in the centre of his chest.

Colvin set the knife down beside him and stared into the centre of the fire in the hearth. Clearly this warranted more examination, but for the moment he would content himself with the fact that Narn had positively impacted his life and that he didn’t like the idea of his life without them anymore.

***

Narn stared at Aryn for a long moment, trying to figure out if she was kidding or not. They were leaning towards not, judging by the look on her face as she stood above them, holding out a sack of ingredients in their direction.

“I don’t know what to do with this stuff,” they said flatly, turning their stare on the bag. Aryn rolled her eyes.

“You say before you even know what’s inside it,” she countered. Narn raised an eyebrow.

“Not anything I can just throw up to dry, smoke, or grill,” they guessed, quite accurately. Aryn sighed and sat down, leaning her chin in her hand.

“You can make a good stew, and I got enough for a few failed attempts,” she said, tossing the bag over. It landed with a heavy thud next to Narn. Spark raised his head and padded over, sniffing at the bag curiously. Narn gently directed his attention away from it while still staring at Aryn.

“I don’t think that’s for a stew,” they said, pointing to the emergency stone oven Aryn had put together. She leaned back and crossed her arms, sending a pointed look at the bag but saying nothing. Narn sighed, recognizing that she would not budge on this, and grabbed the bag.

“Besides,” Aryn added as Narn opened it to take inventory. “You can ask me for help.” Narn looked up at her again, holding a smaller bag from inside the big one.

“You don’t know what to do with this either,” they said. She shrugged.

“We’ll figure it out together. Besides I got a recipe off one of the traders.” She threw one of the coins she had still been holding up into the air for dramatic effect before putting it back in her coin pouch. Quickly she jumped back to her feet and dusted off her hands.

***

Colvin, as a rule, woke up by himself. Sometimes Message would judge that he’d slept long enough and come wake him, but usually he managed to wake up by himself before this. So his surprise at being awoken by a knock at his door was reasonable, even though knocks at his door had become a common occurrence as of late.

Message squirmed out from under his arm and stretched, jumping quickly up onto one of the shelves instead. Colvin sat up, pushing some of his hair out of his face. He grabbed a log on the smaller side and threw it onto the fire before stumbling out of bed. He grabbed his eyepatch and tied it in place, but ignored putting on more suitable clothes as he approached the door and opened it.

Narn and Aryn stood there, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. He stood up straighter and stared out over a light cover of snow on the ground. Light flakes were still falling from the sky in a twirling dance, determined to cover as much of the world as they could in a cold, white blanket.

“Morning,” Aryn said, looking him over once. He leaned against the doorframe and yawned as he gestured for them to come in. They squeezed past him without much trouble and shook off what little snow had managed to cling to them, Narn removing their armour and Aryn taking off a very warm-looking winter cloak.

“We made you something,” Narn said after they got out of the last of their armour, picking up a previously discarded thing wrapped in cloth and handing it to him. Colvin blinked and took it, noting with some curiosity that it was warm to the touch. He unwrapped it carefully, the smell of fresh baked bread filling the cottage almost immediately.

“I know this kind of bread is pretty useless for long storage but I figured you’d need something nice as a thank you for putting up with Narn,” Aryn said in a light and teasing tone. Narn laughed as they walked over to one of the benches, seating themself in front of the fire. Colvin handed the bread back to Aryn before removing the table from its usual place in the rafters.

She set the bread down on the table as soon as it was on the floor and Colvin went to fetch what was left of the soup from last night. It was a little early for the day meal, sure, but he didn’t care. With quick efficiency he’d cut up three slices of bread and shared the soup into three bowls, or things that would pass as bowls anyway. One of them would have to make due with a mug.

“I’ll take the mug.” Narn spoke up from behind him before Colvin had time to raise the question.

“Well, that settles that,” Aryn said, grabbing the bowl with the large chip missing from one side. Colvin couldn’t really remember what had done that anymore. He shrugged it off and took his own bowl and handed Narn the mug along with a piece of the bread before seating himself next to them.

Curiously he took a bite of the bread without dipping it in the broth of the soup. Narn tried to make their watch for his reaction go unnoticed, but Colvin was fairly sure Narn had never in their life managed to make a direct look in someone’s direction unnoticeable. The bread was good, at least. Not that Colvin would have lied to spare their feelings if it hadn’t been.

“I like it,” he offered before continuing his meal. Narn smiled and fixed their concentration back on their own food.

“It was Aryn’s idea,” they said. On the other side of the room Aryn shrugged.

“Neither of us ever baked before,” she admitted. “Took two failed attempts before we got this.” Colvin looked down at the piece of bread in his hand with a new appreciation, but said nothing more.

“Does Message like snow?” Narn asked after a moment of silence. Message’s tail twitched slightly and Colvin looked up at her. He was relatively sure she’d gone back to sleep up on her shelf.

“She doesn’t hate it,” he said. “I don’t think she cares.” Aryn laughed.

“Good, I’d hate to see what would happen if she were cooped up in here for the entire winter.” Colvin nodded sagely.

Above them, Message stirred, disturbed by their talk. She got to her feet and stretched, looking down at them before quickly leaping from her perch. She used Narn as a stepping stone on her way to the floor and Colvin got up, opening the door for Message. She quickly ran out into the snow and over the pile of curled up dragons, settling herself next to Spark. Colvin watched for a moment with a smile before a chill wind blew past him and reminded him he needed to close the door again.

“I think you’re the only one she doesn’t like yet,” Aryn gestured at Narn with her spoon. They leaned back, setting their empty mug down on the table.

“She’s warming to you,” Colvin said, retaking his seat and leaning back against the wall. Narn inched slightly closer to him. Aryn hid her knowing smirk by biting into a piece of bread. Now was not the time for teasing.

The day passed in a quiet, tranquil way. Narn and Aryn ended up staying on the Isle of Truth longer than they had intended, but Message seemed pleased that the strange, large kitten wasn’t leaving so soon. Colvin was pleased, too. He enjoyed their company, and they were very helpful in clearing the now thick layer of snow, carving out the pathways that he would need. When evening came, the snow was falling again. Message had returned to the warmth of Colvin’s home to curl up in front of the fire. Aryn sat in one of the corners, taking care of her sword as quietly as she could as Narn and Colvin quietly dozed, leaning against each other as they did so.

#TI Big Bang 2017 #Thrilling Intent #ti httyd au #Nolvin #oak writes

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Roleplay Server Log #193

“Cp Drunk, Steffan's Rude Awakening, Jean Returns”

[CP] - Sam, bring me that Polish shit

[Sam] Makes a cheerful salute and gingerly gives Cp the rather small bottle.

[Magnolia] Turns a bit more red at the sight of Steve- Winston...

[Winston] - Don't attack

[Steve] Hey it's a little kid! Did you bring more of your creepypasta's family to visit Cp? - Kneels near her- Hey kiddo, what's your name?

[Magnolia] Huffs- My name is Magnolia, and I am a general

[Steve] Oh! Sorry! My bad. I'm Father Steve- sticks out his hand with a big smile.

[Magnolia] Shies away-

[Steve] Withdraws. - If you don't like being touched, that's cool too. Nice to see you again Winston.

[TLOT] Same. Whats's new Winston?

[Winston] - Likewise, not much has happened, other than todays fiasco that is

[TLOT] Is it a fiasco? I feel like we fixed at least one problem.

[Doc] Two maybe, I think Blake will think twice before starting anything now either.

[Winston] - I'll be swamped with training a new general for the ghasts

[Doc] You know, Gk really will do it if you let him. He won't want to be over there all the time, but he'll keep them in line until you have a permenant replacement.

[Winston] - But the generals deal with the day to day need of their mobs, it's sort of necessary that they be there

[Steve] To Magnolia - I think you're about to see something rare, so watch close.

[CP] Is downing the vodka-

[Sam] Brings Lie a Capirinha, it's full of fragrant lime chunks.

[Lie] Reaches for it and accidentally knocks out the bar under all of CP's empty shot glasses causing most of them to shatter when they hit the ground- Shit!

[Sam] Jumps in alarm.

[Doc] Lie! Be careful!

[Lie] - I'm sorry Sam

[CP] - How the Nether?

[TLOT] She's in creative...

[CP] - Oh for fucks sake why?

[Sam] Looks sadly at the broken glass.

[Doc] It's okay, I'll clean it up. - Xe runs a hand above the glass bits, making the pixels melt and run into a large blob of irregular glass.

[TLOT] I found one intact. I'll make some more.

[Lie] - I'm so sorry!

[Magnolia] Gives Steve a confused look-

[Steve] That teeny bottle will actually get Cp blind drunk.

[TLOT] It's okay Lie.

[Doc] Is playing with the glob of glass, and rolls it into a carrot shape, curling the thin point into a delicate curve.

[CP] Downs the entire small bottle and thunks it onto the bar block next to him, he's already swaying-

[Lie] - CP?

[TLOt] Ah, he's had a hard day, let him have his fuzzy head.

[Winston] - Oh dear, he may skip over some of his usual stages if he's already this woozy

[TLOT] What's the worst that can happen? He passes out? So what, it's okay. There's beds downstairs.

[Doc] Heck I could carry him home if need be.

[Winston] - He has different stages when he get's drunk, first is more aggressive, then comes lust, then more anger, and then he gets cuddly...

[Doc] So we're going straight to.. what?

[Winston] - I'm not sure...

[TLOT] watches Cp curiously- You okay Cp?

[CP] Barely manages to flip him off-

[Doc] Is making little bumps on the glass now.

[Lie] - Having fun there Doc?

[Steve] Sits next to Cp, and motions for Sam to bring him something.

[Sam] Brings him a mug of cocoa that smells strongly of peppermint and alcohol

[Doc] Hmm? Oh, yes. I should do this more often, it's rather relaxing - Xe pulls the glass out a bit longer and adds a little curve to the fat part.

[CP] Slumps against his mate-

[Lie] - Ah! CP!

[TLOT] Leans over Steve and fixes the bar, just in case.

[Winston] - Hmmm, looks like we jumped straight to cuddly

[Doc] Finishes what's obviously a glass dildo and slips it into Lie's inventory from behind, before taking out some cake for Yaunfen.

[Yaunfen] - BURP! BURP!

[CP] Wraps his arms around Lie, a lot purr escaping him-

[TLOT] Gravitates to a window, - what a lovely night. Seems like even the mobs are relaxing. It's too hot to fight.

[Winston] - Magnolia and I are probably the only mobs here used to this sort of heat

[Doc] is breaking the cake into chunks and hand- feeding Yaunfen- it's nice for a change

[Lie] Yelps as CP pulls her into his lap-

[Steve] Someone's feeling love- dovey

[Lie] - Yeah, although he hasn't been this clingy for a long time

[CP] Is just holding Lie close-

[TLOT] he hasn't been this drunk or stressed in a long time either. I'm sure Doc's little irritations are background noise at this point.

[Doc] Hey!

[Lie

Reaches back to run her fingers through his hair- If only he'd let someone help him with this coronation stuff, that would at least alleviate some of his stress...

[Steve] I can help!

[Lie] - But you know he won't let you

[Steve] Pats Cp's arm- but it's the thought that counts. Right big guy?

[TLOT] What actually needs to be done?

[Lie] - I don't know, I can't make heads or tails of his paperwork since he's writing most of it in short hand

[Doc] People still do that?! It's practically a dead language!

[CP] Mumbles- Picked it up from Slender

[Doc] But he's a demon right? I would've pegged him for a Latin enthusiast when it comes to encryption.

[Cp] - He's learned a lot and his proxis don't usually last long enough to learn latin

[Doc] Ouch.... I see. Did you pick up your predilection for making paperwork from him too?

[CP] - He helped me set it up since I was having a lot of difficulty keeping everything straight without it

[TLOT] that's such an odd thought, him organizing your mobs and stuff, since he couldn't actually enter your world directly.

[CP] - Yes he could, if he's in a good mood and I set it up like I did when Splender first arrived, then there's no pronblem

[Doc] chuckles lightly-

[Lie] - Well, at least Slender seems like a good teacher when he wants to be

[CP] Glares at Doc- What you laughin at?

[Doc] I'm imagining a bunch of Endermen crowding around him like he's their dad,.

[CP] - Endrea hadn't been made at that point...

[Doc] You should have seen her throw down earlier for Enderbro, he was really touched.

[Lie] - Awwwww, she did?

[Doc] Bro got nuzzles and the under the wing hug, I think she would have eaten Grayson if he'd persisted.

[Winston] - She normally will just toss him around like a rag doll

[Yaunfen] Baps Doc's arm, wanting more food- Burp!

[Steffan] Stirs uneasily in his sleep-

[Ashe] Lifts his head- Mama! He's waking up!

[willow] -wiggles on top of steffan-

[Steffan] Opens his eyes with a groan-

[Ashe] Leans over his face- Hi!

{Steffan] AAAAAAAAA!!!

[willow and oak] -fall off the bed in surprise of the loud noise-

[Endrea] Enters the room- Ashe, that's rather rude

[Enderbro] Comes dashing in - Yay! We can play now!

[Steffan] One eye is sort of twitching- What the hell happened?!

[Endrea] - Hera gave you something which made you fall asleep, I brought you to my home for your own protection

[willow] -is patting ashe-

[Steffan] Your home? This doesn't looks like....

[Enderbro] Awed whisper - We're in the End!!!!

[Steffan] Goes white with fear-

[Endrea] - It's alright, no harm will come to you here, and once the heat wave passes in the Overworld I will take you home

[willow] -keeps patting ashe-

[Steffan] O-okay.... don't worry, I won't set one square toe outside on my own...

[Enderbro] So many bros outside!

[Ashe] Looks at Willow- What is it?

[oak] -climbs back into the bed-

[willow] bo... bo... k... bok BOK!

[Endrea] Gets a very proud expression-

[Ashe] - MAMA! Willow talked!

[Steffan] Uhhhh..

[Enderbro] Chicken dragon!

[Endrea] - I think she wants you to read her a book Ashe

[Ashe] - Okay! Wait right here Willow!- He rushes off to find a book to read to her

[Steffan] OH book! That's way more likely bro.

[Enderbro] WE GET STORYTIME TOO?!

[oak] -stares at steffan while his on the bed-

[Endrea] Chuckles- Yes little one, you will get a story time as well

[Enderbro] Leaps into Steffans lap-

[Steffan] MY LEGS!

[Ashe] Runs back in with a book and climbs onto the bed, taking his more human shape- Okay, come here Willow, I'll read now

[oak] -jumps on to steffan at well-

[Steffan] ARGH!

[Endrea] Leans her neck over and gently picks up Oak- Now now Oak, you can sit with me

[Steffan] Bro!

[Enderbro] Rolls over like a cat and squishes him- what?

[willow] -curls next to ashe and pats the book- bok

[oak] -wiggles playfully in endrea's grasp-

[Ashe] Begins reading, he's reading Treasure Island-

[Endrea] Puts Oak down in between her front legs-

[Enderbro] Pulls out some paper and makes several origami hats. He uses his noodly arms to put one on everyone, including Endrea.

[oak] -paps one of endrea's legs-

[Endrea] - What is it Oak? Are you hungry? And thank you Enderbro

[oak] m... ma MA!

{Endrea] Lets out a deep rumbling purr, she's so very happy right now-

[oak] -curls against endrea- ma

[Steffan] Awwww... Your kids are totally cute Endrea.

[Endrea] Nuzzles her child, giving him a loving lick- Thank you, I'm so very proud of them

[Steffan] Yeah, I wonder how Brogon's doing....

[Enderbro] Waves his arms - I bet they're HUUUGE now.

[Endrea] - I can travel to other Ends if you wish to see, not right now obviously, but if you ever want to

[Steffan] Oh no! Please! Jean would mop the floor with us! She forbade us from ever going near her again because we had her kid for a while. She's the one that beat the crap out of GK for months too.

[Endrea] - GG... Was beaten up?

[Steffan] Yeah... the time before last that he tried to kill me... and bro... our NOTCH banished him to the End. Jean was terrible to him. That's why he hated me so much.

[Endrea] A growl is starting to form in her throat as she thinks about anyone harming anyone important in her life- Where is your seed?

[Steffan] I don't know? I'm not able to seedhop on my own. But the seeds called... ASSBUTTS

[Enderbro] Pffft!

[Endrea] - I see- She picks Oak up and puts him down next to his siblings- Please, keep an eye on my children...

[Ashe] - What's an assbutts?

[Enderbro] Two words for butts!

[Steffan] It's nothing...

[Ashe] Giggles-

[willow] -flops on the book- bok

[Endrea] Gives each of her children a nuzzle before walking out of the room-

[Ashe] - Willow! I can't read if your on the book!

[willow] -gets off the book-

[oak] -comes curl around ashe as well to listen-

[Endrea] Strides outside and tears open a way through the void, searching for the End of the seed Steffan mentioned-

[Jean] Is playing with junior, [aka Brogon] who is now just as big as she is-

[Endrea] Enters the seed, searching for the other dragon-

[Jean] Is surveying her wandering Enders with a smug air-

[Junior] Is trying to playfully lick them as they run from him-

[Endrea] Releases a challenging roar-

[Jean] Snarls at the scent of another dragon- Show yourself intruder!

[Endrea] - I am here!

[Jean] Narrows her eyes and shoves her baby behind her - Why are you here? Who are you?

[Endrea] - My name is Endrea, and you have angered me

[Jean] I don't know you, I think you are mistaken.

[Endrea] - I am not, we have never met, but you have brought harm to someone very close to me- As she gets closer, the size difference between her and Jean becomes more obvious

[Jean] Is protecting her baby and bristles visibly- Begone or I'll call down the wrath of Notch on you!

[Endrea] - Do so and I shall call several brines more powerful than your own!

[Jean] .... there are more Herobrines?

[Endrea] - Many, more. Of which YOU harmed one I'm rather fond of!

[Jean] Backs away in a crouch, she's keeping her baby sheltered behind her as best she can - I had no choice! I obey my god!

[Endrea] - What god!? They are nothing more than annoying pricks! I broke free of mine because he tried pulling similar shit!

[Jean] He created me. He would delete me and leave my baby defenseless if I defied him!

[Endrea] - Mine created me as well, and my brine has since protected me! My NOTCH also made the mistake of making me in a sense unkillable!

[Jean] I was tasked to torment the brine as punishment for trying to kill his son Steffan and his friends. I did as I was coded to do.

[Endrea] - Do you know what GK actually is?

[Jean] No. He is a Herobrine. That's all I know.

[Endrea] - He is a dragon! Forced to take the form of the player until either the player dies! Or you are killed!

[Jean] But the player is gone. The boy and the girl alike. The seed is empty. And if they are gone, then I and my child are safe.

[Endrea] - You stupid little bitch, you'd rather your child grow up knowing only this instead of the rest of the world

[Jean] Better then not growing up at all.

[Endrea] Lunges at Jean-

[Jean] Scuttles backwards, snapping and hissing-

[Junior] Gives a mewl of alarm, he's big but obviously still a child mentally-

[Edrea] Glances at Junior- At least my children are educated and growing into adults

[Jean] He's special! Leave him alone!

[Endrea] Scoffs- And you think any of the baby dragons I've rescued are not? Eggs rescued from the brink of death because the player never took them?

[Jean] I did not know others even existed until you arrived!

[Endrea] - Oh they do, and are flourishing together as a massive flock

[Jean] perks slightly- For what purpose?

[Endrea] - For them to be able to live freely. The multitude of babies there are being tended to by two more adults of our kind

[Jean] Has a sudden hopeful look- But if I run... I may be pursued....

[Endrea] - Not to there you wouldn't be, none can enter unless special permission is given. Not even the NOTCH's can force their way in

[Jean] I... I cannot fly....

[Endrea] - That matters not, I know there are at least a few that cannot fly either, and I can create an opening directly to the seed

[Jean] You swear safe passage for us? You were ready to harm me moments ago.

[Endrea] - Oh, I still do not like you, but if it will anger your NOTCH, then I am willing to at least help with that

[Jean] Stands up - Fine. The guard dog will flee her master. I do this for my child. We should go quickly, in case he gets the notion to check on his toy.

[Endrea] Quickly creates an opening to the sub seed- Go right through here

[Jean] Hestiates and then rushes through with her baby-

[Endrea] Follows, closing the way behind her, she can already hear Thunder and Tsunami getting closer-

[Jean] Is grooming Junior nervously, she's never been out of the End before

-Thunder and Tsunami circle overhead, wary of Endrea because she is so much bigger, a small baby dragon stumbles forwards from the underbrush-

[Junior] Toddles over, his long tongue flopping loose like a panting dog-

-The baby squeaks and tries to initiate play-

[Junior] Prances in place like a happy horse and matches the smaller dragons enthusiasim-

[Jean] Is watching everythign with wary eyes.

[Endrea] - There are a few rules to this place, do not attack any humans, EVER. There is a group of them who are recovering from trauma's not far from here. And do not panic if brines visit occasionally, they are friendly

[Jean] Is in a bit of a ball, her eyes are slitted to nearly nothing now because she's never seen the sun- I will harm no one.

[Endrea] - Good, otherwise I will return with a fury and kill you

[Jean] Makes a very submissive posture - I understand....

[Endrea] Creates another opening to return to her End- Now then, I shall be returning to my own children

[Enderbro] You went out! Was it fun?

[Steffan] where did you go?

[Endrea] - Not exactly, and I went to your seed

[oak] MA!

[Endrea] - Hello Oak, oh and Steffan? I would suggest avoiding the sub seed for at least a little while

[Steffan] I've never been there... I'm kind of afraid of all the NOTCHs. Mine's always been like a distant god and I'm okay with keeping them at arm's length.

[Endrea] - Very well, but you should know that your dragon and her child are now there too

[Steffan] very small voice- One of these days I need to learn to shut the fuck up... Gk is gonna kill me....

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