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cross-d-a · 4 years ago

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I want to know ALL about Wu Xie embarrassing time traveler!Li Cu!!! ✨✨ I'm also v intrigued by Nie Huisang death death death

(Also, Cross you have so many wips; I read in awe. And to think I thought I had a lot of star wars fix-it ideas! I only have anything at all written down for two of them!)

(this refers to the WIP tag game I completed a few days ago!)

Wu Xie being EMBARRASSING & Li Cu Time Travel:

I’ve got a series of interconnected oneshots planned where Li Cu just- accidentally hops back in time to every drama/book and helps out the Iron Triangle. and it’s more like LI CU embarrassing WU XIE haha

I thought it’d be HILARIOUS if Li Cu got to see how Wu Xie (UR MY DAD BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE) is so YOUNG and STUPID and EMBARRASSING when he’s young!! Wu Xie making (ACTUALLY) innocent doe eyes at an emo Xiao Ge?? GROSS. Wu Xie accidentally (DELIBERATELY?) setting off multiple traps in a tomb?? Li Cu is 10000/10 going to RECORD THIS on his phone and bring it BACK to the future and make fun of Wu Xie FOREVER. Also!!! There are SO MANY SNAKES in Ultimate Note!! And?? Conveniently?? Li Cu has a lil’ snake buddy?? MAYBE HE COULD HELP???

I basically want Li Cu being the Actual Competent One and the baby Iron Triangle floundering. Mostly Wu Xie. I want Wu Xie floundering. I also want Wu Xie SO EMBARRASSED when Li Cu hops back to his own time.

li cu: DAD UR AN IDIOT

wu xie: i DONT WANT TO RELIVE IT PLS AND THANK

li cu: nO!! U ARE GOING TO SUFFER!! UR SO STUPID u set off FIVE TRAPS

wu xie: i hate you

li cu: no u don’t u just told me u loved and appreciated me for saving ur life like ten minutes ago. there were tears in your eyes. actually they were streaming down ur face. u might have been hugging my leg and sobbing

wu xie: tHAT WAS SIXTEEN YEARS AGO FOR ME OK i am an OLD MAN

Nie Huaisang death death death:

I think it’s hilarious that you picked out one of the resurrective immortality fics considering we were JUST talking about the old guard hahaha. This one I actually have a good chunk written so far, so here is a long snippet near the beginning. Context is that Nie Huaisang’s mother is VERY pregnant and she’s riding through the mountains to visit her family before she gives birth. WARNINGS for gore (kinda??) and child death and just- DEATH in general:

There are beasts in the mountains. Ravenous, born of fury and blood, more ragged spirit than flesh. Their claws are jagged and broken and their maws drip with sizzling saliva. They have roamed the mountains for years and years, and have only grown more enraged, voracious.

The Nie Clan have always harnessed the butchery of their past. Binding rage and ruin to themselves, channeling it through their hearts and into their swords until they are one and the same. Until it feeds upon their flesh and their spirit, gnawing on their bones, carving out a little space for itself between brittle ribs. Until, one bloody piece at a time, it consumes them whole.

The Nie Clan’s power is also the source of their doom, and these beasts who roam and know only hate hate hate are Nie-furen’s doom, as well.

They descend upon the Nie in the dead of night, a roiling mass of snapping teeth and furious howls. There is blood, screaming, desperate flashes of Dao magic and heavy blades. But there are too many and it is not enough.

But the mighty Phoenix of the West has always been filled with unmatched fury and she is full of new life and about to burst. She will not let her child die here today. Not before he can breathe sweet fresh air and keen that first high cry. Not before his father can cradle him in his arms and his older brother can plant a kiss on his forehead.

That rage within her swells. It devours her spirit and bleeds out her eyes as she screams screams screams- a raging beacon of power and brutality and every ancestor’s grief.

She slaughters everything in her path.

When she comes to, she is soaked in blood and there is pain in her belly and an ache behind her eyes and in every breath- but she is alive. She lies amidst the ruins of her people and the lingering darkness of vanquished spirits and Shan Xifeng—

She goes into labour.

It is long and hard, lasting through the night into the bloody dawn and beyond. She manages to crawl to the edge of their encampment but no further. She twists into a curl of agony and cries into the clouded sky.

Her son is born on the cusp of evening, just as the sun slides behind dark, ragged peaks. He is born soft and warm and silent.

Shan Xifeng cradles him in quaking hands. Cups his cheek to her breast. His tiny head is blood-streaked like his mother. Blood-streaked like her friends and family around her.

It is an irony that on one of the most important days of her life, she is surrounded by her loved ones and yet they are all dead.

“Little one,” she murmurs, and tilts his limp head. “Little one, please.”

But he is silent as the dead around her and that grief swells again in her breast. It gnaws on her ribs and scrabbles at her throat and she is shaking shaking shaking.

“No,” she spits. “No! He has done nothing wrong! Nothing! Does he not deserve his first breath? His first cry? Does he not deserve the family that awaits him?!”

She screams into the sky and tastes blood between her teeth. “Take me instead! I beg of you! Please let him live! I would give my life! Every single one of them, so that he may live!”

Her sword quakes along with that dark raging thing within her and she clutches her dead son close.

Then—

The faint, elegant curve of a fan in the corner of her eye. The shift of cloth, the echo of a breath. The glimmering of ethereal gold and silver, like someone has spun the stars and sun above into delicate thread.

Summoned, like a beast to blood.

“All of them?”

Shan Xifeng knows better than to face an unknowable thing and so she bows as low as her broken body will allow. She stares into the bloodied dirt and breathes in dust and rasps, “Yes.”

“Hm.” A flicker of a stretching smile, coy, with a hint of sharp teeth. She does not see the fathomless dark behind those stark white teeth, a gaping void of ravenous benevolence. It is hidden behind the flare of the fan. “Do you understand what you ask for?”

“I do,” she says without hesitation.

The grin widens, lips scarlet and dark against bone-white skin. “Then I shall grant your wish.”

A shift of cloth, then a cool hand cups Nie-furen’s cheek, guiding her up. Her eyes flicker open and she sees what no mortal has ever seen, and then that fan whispers against her cheek and blood-red lips press against hers and the last thing she feels is her golden core trembling spasming dying as life is pulled from her breath- all the lives she has ever lived, the one she lives now, and every life she could have ever lived.

Shan Xifeng falls into the bloodied dirt beneath, still clutching her dead son to her breast. And then there is no one left living in that small clearing.

Pale, bony fingers trace a delicate line through the blood that lingers upon her cheek. It is still wet and useful. Stained fingers press against scarlet lips and the life held between stark white teeth is breathed anew into that blood.

Carefully, bone-thin fingers trace a deliberate character upon the newborn child’s left cheek. The blood shines, brilliant and devastating, before fading back into a gruesome name across pale skin. Slowly, the child begins to twitch, brows wrinkling in displeasure, before a high keening wail escapes tiny lips as the child take its first breath.

“Your mother does not know what she’s doomed you to.”

A day later, travelers upon the road hear a faint keening noise not far from their wagon. When they find the clearing, they gag and retch. When they find the weak, whining child clutched in his dead mother’s arms, they shake their heads and then stare at the crest emblazoned upon the woman’s clothes.

Two days after that, the child is delivered to Nie-zongzhu’s disbelieving arms.

“No,” he says, violent spirit quaking deep within him. “No. It- it is not true.”

The traveler ducks his head and clasps his hands in a bow. “I’m sorry, Zongzhu. We were not able to take the bodies with us. You’ll have to send someone to check, but…it was the crest of your house. And…” he hesitates, then nods to his companion who stumbles up and offers a sword.

Not just any sword. A dao.

Shan Xifeng’s dao.

Feng.

“No,” Nie-zongzhu cries, falling to his knees.

“I-I’m so sorry,” the traveler stutters. “I am so, so sorry, Nie-zongzhu.”

Nie-zongzhu sobs, clutching his newborn child to his chest. “Little one,” he weeps. “Oh, little one. At least life is kind enough to have spared you.”

“Yong,” the traveler blurts.

Nie-zongzhu stares uncomprehendingly, tears running hot down his cheeks.

“It- it was written upon his cheek in- in blood. I- I think that is what his mother named him. She must have done it with her dying breath. She must have wanted you to know. He did not enter this world nameless.”

“Yong,” Nie-zongzhu echoes, trembling. “It- it is a good name, for my brave little boy.” He cups his son’s cheek and sobs. “Brave like- like his mother,” he murmurs, voice thin and quaking. “She named you well.”

And perhaps it is bravery that made Shan Xifeng give up the chance to ever be reborn. Perhaps it is bravery that saved her son’s life.

But it was all a mother’s wretched love, and Shan Xifeng did not write the character for brave upon her son’s cheek.

No, it was not Yong for bravery, but Yong for eternal.

And it is not his mother who wrote it.

Perhaps it is bravery that saved her son, but is the curse of eternity really a kindness?

No, no Shan Xifeng did not truly understand what she asked for.

But Nie Yong soon would.

The next section starts with:

The second time Nie Yong dies, he doesn’t even realize it.

He is four years old.

and the third section starts with:

The third time Nie Yong dies, his Adie kills him.

He is nine years old.

It’s basically an Angst Fest with a happy ending bc...I just need a happy ending Always. I just REALLY love resurrective immortality and I love making my favourite characters Suffer :)

I hope these were fun and satisfying to read!!

♪(ﾟ▽^*)ﾉ⌒☆

(also omg NO it’s a CURSE!!! I WISH I could just finish SOMETHING!! ANYTHING!! OMG!!! I am so envious you’ve managed to restrain yourself to a few!! Also!! I am SUPER excited to find out more about your fix-its!!! :D)

#tag game #my fic #cross talks #wip tag game #ask game

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fifteenleads · 4 years ago

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A YOI x Chrono Trigger AU fic from Ye Olde 2018-ish Era. Go figure.

I can’t even remember what the hell I titled this before. Welp.

Chapter One: “That’s a Nice Band-Aid, Darling.”

They say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and that a hero's adventure begins with a cliché-ass wake-up call - something like, "Good morning, Crono!," perhaps. How that even made it on to TV Tropes, Yuuri would never understand. But it is on TV Tropes, and he is in bed reading it.

He's glad his mother doesn't wake him up that way, at least. But then again, he's always up before five a.m. anyway. Sadly, the daily deliveries won't take care of themselves.

Yuuri glances at the time on his tablet. 4:59. Someone will come knocking in three, two, one --

"Yuuri! Get up!" Mari's voice is accompanied by three sharp raps on the door. "Go with dad to the plaza and help him set up!"

This is the part where the hero typically groans at being woken up before grudgingly getting themselves out of bed, but Yuuri Katsuki does not groan. He shouts back that he'll be down in a minute while looking for that darned sock that has gone missing now, of all times. Phichit would surely laugh hard at seeing his best friend hopping frantically on one foot while wearing a poodle-patterned sock. It'll probably go viral on Instagram, too, but that's pretty much a given already. Someone has to part the boy from his gadgets long-term after the Millenial Fair is over.

The minute is up, so Yuuri gives up and gets another sock from the drawer. It is patterned with the face of a silver-haired man surrounded by snowflakes. He has no idea how that found its way into his pile of clothing, but for now, mismatched socks are better than being late.

Yuuri makes his way downstairs and greets his mother, who is busy in the kitchen. Hiroko sends him off with an allowance of fifty kin and packed lunch for him and his father. He ignores Mari's snickering as she musses his hair while glancing at his feet.

The ride to the plaza is pretty short. It is already bustling with people even at such an early hour, all the sellers trying to outdo each other in showing off their wares. Yuuri chuckles as his father joins in the fray, calling out to everyone about the best katsudon in town. Everyone is excited for Hasetsu Kingdom's first Millenial Fair, and with it, the hopes for a thousand years more of peace and prosperity to come.

Toshiya leads the way to their assigned spot, a quaint little corner by the northern area of the square. The tent had already been set up the day before, so all that's left to do is to arrange the food and drinks before the first customers come in. Yuuri passively observes the hustle and bustle around them. Much energy is palpable in the air, and the excited hubbub only grows louder as the sun rises. Some stalls have weapons and armor, others exotic trinkets and accessories. He even spots a merchant selling animals. Phichit would probably want to pick up a new hamster on the way home later.

His eyes wander to the secluded area beyond the main square. Yuuri hoped Phichit's solo exhibit would be a success this time, too. His friend loved tinkering with machines since he was little, and it brought him and his family great fortune as he won scientific contests left and right. His magnum opus, a two-machine teleporter, had impressed the university professors and the panel of judges alike, earning him the highest thesis grade and the first prize for the National Physics Summit.

Yuuri's hand stills when his father calls his name. He had been adding portions of garnish to the newly-cut fried pork cutlets. He instinctively opens his mouth to apologize, but Toshiya immediately pats his back and pushes a one hundred-kin note into his hand. "I'll take care of the stall. You go have fun." He winks at his son mischievously, and Yuuri pushes down the growing blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Th-Thanks, dad," he mumbles, bowing slightly before making his way to the northernmost part of the square. Phichit would probably be busy right now, but he would never refuse breakfast and morning coffee. It had been their time-honored tradition as college roommates, after all.

Yuuri stops by a mobile café and orders two tall hazelnut lattés and a baguette loaf. He is turning to leave with breakfast in hand when he bumps into the next person in line, spilling hot coffee over his white shirt. The other person, too, recoils in pain, reflexively putting a slender finger into his mouth to nurse it.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry!" Yuuri exclaims, setting aside the food and drink and beginning to fuss over the man. He searches his bag for the small bottle of salve he always brings with him, and proceeds to apply a small amount over the man's injured finger, covering it with a band-aid afterwards.

The other man chuckles as he lets Yuuri take care of him. "It's quite all right," he assures airily, waving the bandaged hand with a smile. "I was also too close to you in line, as well." His blue eyes crinkle beautifully as he smiles, and Yuuri fights yet another blush from coloring his face. "I love this band-aid, though!" the man comments. "Where did you get it?"

"F-From the kids' section of the pharmacy," Yuuri admits, embarrassed. He just had to use that one by mistake instead of the flesh-tones ones, did he? Why now, of all times? "The poodle-patterned ones were part of a limited edition series."

"Nice!" the man exclaims in delight, scrutinizing the design closely. "Thank you so much for giving me this one. I love it!" He winks at Yuuri and places a light kiss over his own bandaged finger.

Yuuri wishes the ground would swallow him whole right this instant.

"U-Um, I think I'll get going now," he excuses himself, retrieving the coffee and bread from the counter. "My friend is waiting uphill. I'm so sorry again." Yuuri quickly nods his head and goes on his way, but the other man takes a long stride and ends up beside him, taking the baguette loaf out of his arms.

"It's okay, I'll help you," he offers happily as they ascend the stone steps. "I'm alone today, anyway." The man cradles the food with his left arm and extends his right hand out to Yuuri. "I'm Binktop, by the way. What's your name?"

For an instant, Yuuri is tempted to laugh out loud. The funny name hardly matches the man's regal appearance at all. He must be a foreigner, like the many others who have come to Hasetsu Kingom to join in the festivities. As a citizen of Hasetsu, therefore, he is to show this man the utmost respect and hospitality he deserves, funny names or not.

He shakes Binktop's hand, the cool skin sending small shivers down his spine. "I'm Yuuri. It's nice to meet you, Binktop."

"A pleasure." Binktop returns the handshake with a smile, and they continue going up the stairs. "So, Yuuri, are you also alone here today?"

"Our family actually has a food stall down at the main square, but my dad told me to enjoy myself today," Yuuri explains. "I'm on my way to see my friend, actually. He's an inventor."

Binktop's eyes widen and sparkle in delight, and he accidentally climbs two steps at once. "Wow! He must be really smart!"

"He is," Yuuri nods fondly in agreement. "Phichit has a solo exhibit today. This project won him first place at the National Physics Summit last month."

"That's amazing!" Binktop gushes in admiration, his silver bangs parting to reveal twinkling blue eyes. "I can't wait to meet him!" Yuuri smiles back proudly in response.

They reach the top of the stairs in a minute. The miniature square is cluttered with various machine parts and wires of different lengths and calibers. The two main pods have already been set in their positions, though not yet fully-assembled as Yuuri remembers them. It's definitely like Phichit to cram at the last minute.

The soft whirring noise dies down as the two approach the left pod, and a brown-skinned young man in a bandanna and overalls comes out to greet them. "Yuuri! You're here!"

Yuuri shrugs good-naturedly and hands Phichit the cup of coffee. "I'd love to hug you, but you're covered in oil and soot right now." He smiles widely at his best friend. "Good luck with your exhibit today!"

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You don't know how much I need it!" Phichit downs the coffee in an instant, breathing rapidly through his mouth afterwards to cool his tongue. "I heard the prince is coming with the royal delegation to watch my demonstration! I am so nervous!"

This time, Yuuri pats Phichit's shoulder encouragingly, not minding his hand blackening with soot afterwards. "You'll do well, Phichit! You've done this before; you can do it again."

"Good luck, Phichit!" Binktop adds, sending a friendly wink and a thumbs-up of his own. Phichit is surprised at the additional voice, and notices the other man for the first time. His nervous expression immediately changes to one of teasing, instantly directed at his friend. "Yuuri!" he whispers loudly. "Who's the hot guy?!"

"H-He's not - I mean -" Yuuri splutters, coughing into his hand to stop himself. He doesn't even bother hiding his obviously-reddened cheeks anymore; nothing ever escapes Phichit's notice, anyway. Tonight's phone call is going to be a long one.

When Yuuri has composed himself, he turns to Binktop. "Phichit, this is Binktop. I ran into him in the square today. Binktop, this is my friend, Phichit."

"Hi there!" Phichit merrily extends a hand to Binktop. "Phichit Chulanont, at your service!"

"Binktop," he introduces himself, shaking Phichit's hand. "Yuuri here has told me a lot about you."

"Hahaha, good things, I hope!" Phichit laughs, before shooting Yuuri an expectant glare. Yuuri grins back before taking another sip of coffee.

Phichit shows them around the workplace, pointing out the different parts of the invention and which part goes where. His black eyes shine brightly as he rambles in tech jargon while explaining the principle behind the teleporter. Binktop nods excitedly while asking questions, while Yuuri merely watches them interact. Despite his "nerdy glasses," as Phichit had christened them, he is not really into scientific stuff, having taken up a sports major in university.

"Sure thing! I was about to give this thing a test run, anyway." Phichit beckons Yuuri to come over. "Yuuri! Could you kindly step on the left pod? Binktop wants a demonstration."

Yuuri opens his mouth to protest, but knows better than to interrupt his friend when he is in scientist-mode. He may have also wanted to impress Binktop with his bravery, but he doesn't know it yet. Huffing, he finishes the rest of his coffee in one gulp and does as he is told.

Phichit flips the switch, and Yuuri almost loses his footing as he feels himself being sucked away into a vacuum space. Black, wavy lines fill his vision for a moment before everything around him returns to normal. He steps off the right pod and flashes the peace sign at Phichit and Binktop from across the square.

Binktop immediately makes a beeline for Yuuri and embraces him tightly, while Phichit pumps his fist in joy. "Wow, amazing!" he exclaims as he cups Yuuri's face. "You actually teleported!"

"That's how it's supposed to work," Yuuri answers matter-of-factly, but even he has an undeniably huge smile on his face. Phichit's exhibit is surely going to be a massive hit amongst the fair-goers.

"Can I give it a try, too?" Binktop asks Phichit excitedly, still not letting go of Yuuri. "It looks like so much fun!"

"Of course, Binktop!" Phichit laughs, gesturing at the left pod. "Anything for Yuuri's friend!"

Binktop lets out a whoop and disentangles himself from Yuuri. He lightly steps onto the left pod and runs a hand throuh his silver hair. "Watch me, Yuuri!" He sends a playful wink in Yuuri's direction before nodding at Phichit.

"All right, let's do this!" Phichit flips the switch again. Nothing happens at first, so he turns the machine off and on while observing the monitors. Worry begins to creep into his expression as he starts fiddling with the controls, but still, nothing happens.

A gasp from the left pod directs their attention to Binktop, whose pendant is glowing brightly from inside his shirt. It seems to be resonating with the core machine of the teleporter, from which ominous sparks begin to fly out. Phichit shouts at Binktop to get off the pod immediately, but Binktop hears it too late.

A large wormhole, unlike the one Yuuri had seen briefly while he teleported, opens up in the space behind Binktop and appears to be sucking him in. Trying his best to hold his ground, Binktop cries out for help as he extends his hand. In a panic, Yuuri runs up to the left pod and tries to grab him, but his whole body disappears in a flash of light, and the wormhole closes in an instant. Yuuri is left alone on the pod, Binktop's golden pendant in his hand.

Phichit is the first to regain his voice after a few minutes. "What the hell... This wasn't supposed to happen..." Yuuri turns to his friend, who is kneeling by the controllers in shock. Long tracks of tears have washed away the layers of soot on his face.

He runs down to embrace Phichit, who is now trembling in his friend's arms. "Yuuri, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean for this to happen!"

Yuuri runs his hands over his friend's back, ignoring his own swimming vision and the violent hammering of his own heart in his chest. Now is not the time to deal with an impending anxiety attack - not when Phichit needs his help.

"Phichit. Look at me," he instructs calmly. "Breathe with me."

Together, they go through the motions, inhaling and exhaling deeply in unison. Most of the time, it was Phichit who did this for Yuuri when they were still in college together. It always helped calm Yuuri down after an attack, and Yuuri is more than glad to return the favor now. They cannot afford to be too calm, however - they still have to find out where the hell Binktop went.

Some day this is turning out to be. Yuuri swears never to get up before five a.m. ever again.

Phichit looks up at him and nods determinedly. Yuuri lets go of his friend as he begins to go over his notes. "Either the telepod malfunctioned, or something else did it," he thinks aloud to the clearing at large. "I'm suspecting your friend's pendant had an unusual reaction with the core interface, causing a ripple in the space-time fabric or something."

Yuuri gapes at Phichit incredulously. "You mean, like, time travel?!"

"I don't know yet." Phichit bites his lower lip in deep thought. "That wormhole could have led anywhere. It's too dangerous to try anything at this point."

"We have to bring Binktop back, Phichit! There's no time!"

"I know that!" Phichit snaps, rubbing a blackened hand on his temple at the sudden outburst. "It's not as easy as it seems. We have to find out how to open that wormhole, for starters. There must be something about that pendant."

Yuuri lifts the pendant in his hand against the daylight. It is a small, round, golden medallion with intricate rose patterns bordering its circumference, hanging from a simple chain. The pendant also seems to be pretty old but well-maintained. He briefly wonders where Binktop must have gotten such a valuable trinket and how much it must have cost, but pushes these thoughts out of his mind.

A tiny spark jumps out of the medallion, causing Yuuri to drop the pendant onto the left pod in surprise. Immediately, it causes another reaction, violent gusts of wind forming around them as the wormhole opens once more.

"Well," Phichit laughs brokenly, "that was easy enough!" With a hand shielding his face, he struggles to walk against the wind's direction and tries to pick up the pendant off the ground.

Yuuri has other ideas, however. He uses his stronger body to his advantage and overtakes Phichit in a second, picking up the pendant and wearing it around his neck.

"Yuuri! What are you doing?!" Phichit shouts in alarm. "Get off the pod now!"

To be honest, he has no idea what he is doing, either. His body is already protesting his sudden decision, his heart rate going up, his breathing more rapid, and his hands slippery with sweat. But above all, Yuuri feels that it's the right decision. It's more reckless than heroic, by all means, but nevertheless the right one, just the same.

"I'll bring Binktop back!" he shouts at his friend. "I'll get us back home, I promise!"

Again with the stupid promises, but Phichit seems to finally support his decision. He nods determinedly and hands Yuuri a long, steel wrench. "It's my favorite one! Bring it back safely, okay?"

"Thanks, Phichit! I will." Yuuri waves the wrench nervously as he steps into the closing wormhole.

"Be careful, Yuuri!" Phichit shouts after him. "I'll try to follow you as soon as I figure things out!"

A chuckle escapes Yuuri's lips. It's just like his friend to jump at the call. If anyone is more suited to be the hero of this story, it would definitely be Phichit, and Yuuri, as the dutiful friend, would support him all the way. Funny how things have turned out the other way around this time.

For now, he, Yuuri Katsuki, will be the hero of this story, and he swears on his life to bring Binktop back.

Yuuri raises a thumbs-up to the fading image of his friend, not caring if he doesn't see it. He lets the distortion fill his senses completely until the black nothingness consumes him and claims his consciousness.

#yuri!!! on ice #chrono trigger #alternate universe #fantasy #fanfic

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hail-the-supreme-leader-kylo-ren · 5 years ago

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**TROS SPOILER WARNING** I saw it and ... 💔💔💔

Well after waiting 2 years, I finally saw The Rise of Skywalker and wow I’m devastated, confused, and angry. The worst thing that they could’ve possibly done they did. They killed Ben Solo Skywalker. I don’t know why screen writers today do this bullshit “bittersweet romance” thing where the two lovers finally have each other, only for one to die when it’s not necessary?!? It’s so cruel. The way the entire ending played out after they killed him, was like the knife they’d stabbed me with was being twisted. I can’t stop crying.

Rey defeated Palpatine, Ben pulled himself out of the pit (lol yes), cradle Rey is his arms lovingly, decided to try to Force heal her (I always had a feeling Ben would bring Rey back to life, because Anakin could never save Padme). Rey is alive again she says “Ben”, caresses him, they kiss, he smiles, REYLO IS CANON, and then shock twist he slumps and then instantly fades away. He’s dead.

LIKE WHAT THE ACTUALLY FUCK IS THAT JJ???? The final Skywalker, the one you’ve been building up as a tragically misunderstood, abuse victim dies sacrificing his life for Rey’s. Han, Luke and Leia all died and hoped that Ben would return to the light. And yeah sure he did, but I would’ve thought that his family would have wanted him to return to the light and LIVE out the rest of his days happily. Doesn’t he deserve that??

There’s so many confusing aspects to this, like A) why did he become “redeemed” then die sacrificing himself just like Vader? I thought that was the problem with the OT and why we have the ST... being that Vader died too soon and didn’t complete the full redemption journey and return to that innocent happy boy he once was and teach his story to others? B) does Rey love Ben? Because the whole movie was framed like she did. But the second he died, I don’t think she called out or even cried???? She goes back to the Resistance and is happy and hugs Finn and Poe. UGH THE “TRIO”. Isn’t she devastated she’s lost her love Ben? And then when she goes back to Tatooine, she sees Force ghost Leia and Luke but no Ben??!???!? A final slap in the face. C) since Ben and Rey were a “Dyad” and were one through the Force, I feel like they should’ve been able to both easily live??? Why bother making them Dyad if it ain’t going to serve the story at all? Is it supposed to just be a cop out and explain the Force Bonds? It’s all so infuriating.

They only reason I can think of why they’d kill Ben Solo is because they wanted to close the loophole of the “Skywalkers” so that they didn’t fuck anything up with the Force’s balance again. But even then that’s seems like a very thin idea, because Rey still exists and she’s a “Palpatine” and is uber powerful? How exactly was the Force finally brought into balance through this movie? Palpatine was defeated and the Palpatine bloodline/legacy “redeemed”? It doesn’t make much sense. GAH I would’ve preferred both Ben and Rey die, since their equals, why would one live and not the other?

To be honest, I was enjoying the film for the first half. It opened with Kylo/Ben so that’s a great. And the Force Bond scenes with Kylo/Ben and Rey screaaaaamed Reylo love. But so many of the leaks were right, it was becoming quite comical. And looking back of the film now it was all very clunky and had a lot of convoluted stuff in there that was so illogical and didn’t really serve a strong purpose to the narrative or any character development. When the watery Death Star scene went down, it seemed like (trope wise) that this would be the moment the Reylo kiss happens, but the dialogue wasn’t right it wasn’t angsty. And I thought, “oh no Reylo is not happening”. But then Bendemption happened and I was okay again. And by the time Rey went to confront Palpatine, I’d realised Ben really hasn’t been given enough screen time in this film, he wasn’t going to be the “hero” in this finally showdown, this was very firmly Rey’s story/saga. Which seemed odd, because they’re equals “dual protagonists”??! As Rey defeated Palpatine I was confused as to what the hell, because there was an obvious emphasis on all the Force ghosts telling HER alone to “Rise”, including Anakin. This was deeeply concerning because what about his own grandson Ben Solo??? At this point I didn’t know what was going to happen with Ben. But then like I said before he pulled himself out of the “pit”, very romantically came back for her and saved her and then just D I E D like it was nothing. I repeat W T F.

Now here’s all the other stuff I didn’t like about the film: - There was zero character development, except for Ben finally turning to the light and then he DIED - SNOKE WAS A PALPATINE CLONE???????? WTF JJ ARE YOU SMOKING CRACK? This was an early red flag that I should have heeded. I feel like all the fanboys finally feel satisfied with knowing Snoke’s backstory. - Where the fuck was Rose? Why didn’t she say like 3 words and get .5 screen time? that was some bulllllllllsshit. Why was she introduced in TLJ just to be sidelined? - Why the FUCK did they bother to make Finn Force sensitive? They hinted at it, and he never even got to tell anyone. It didn’t serve the story at all?!?!? Such a waste of time - Poe got to have a romantic happy ending with Zorri, while Reylo did not. - The C-P30 memory wipe had no lasting consequences, R2-D2 restored him in like 2 hrs? This screentime could’ve been used for Ben. All of Kijimi could’ve been scrapped to be honest. - The Knights of Ren were extremely useless, you could’ve swapped them for stormtroopers and it wouldn’t have made a different. Very disappointing. - Jannah was also useless, this screentime and scripttime could’ve been used for Rose. Her stormtroopers rebellion story was so heavy handed and terribly done. - Same goes for Dominic’s character, why did he exist? - Lando being back was also under-utilised, he had history with Ben why didn’t they use that? - Sooo many of the terrible leaks were true: the necklace grab, Luke/Leia training, Hux being a mole which was confusing and then he just died, Rey thinking she killed Chewie, the Sith dagger and C-3PO blah blah, Ben falling into “a pit” lol, the film finishing with Rey going to Tattooine and saying “I’m Rey, Rey Skywalker.” As soon as I saw Tatooine, I wanted to vomit because I knew that horrible horrible line was coming. - It wasn’t explained as to why Kylo remade his mask - Ben and Rey didn’t say I love you. And tbh, it’s probably good then didn’t since JJ killed Ben. - The finally “war” was very underwhelming and took place on one star destroyer - I was really hoping for some awesome Force Bond “world between worlds” jumping location stuff, and/or awesome new Reylo powers (but it was just healing)... so this was underwhelming. - I don’t know why Ben didn’t kill Palpatine instantly, opening scene? - They really emphasised babies and children on Pasaana with Rey, so I thought this was obvious foreshadowed of her and Ben’s future.... but no. - Pyrde wasn’t that interesting of a character, well acted but one-dimensional. - I really really hated Rey being a Palpatine. It makes no sense? I loved her being a no body and getting her powers from herself. What about her father, Palpatine’s son?? Did Palpatine try to get his son to kill him as well??? It’s so illogical. Also if everyone has to be if legacy blood, does this mean that Finn is a Konobi?! HAHAHA. I also hate how they added the fact that Leia and Luke “knew” she was a Palps all along. BAHAHAHAHA. Terrible. - Palptine wanted Rey to kill him, so he could live through her as a vessel. But then he Palpatine took Rey’s and Ben’s life essence, but they didn’t die? But he was back to his 100%. Then Rey killed Palps with the power of “all the Jedi”, and somehow Palpatine died? I thought he was going to go into her if she killed him? Or is the clause that she has to be angry and kill him with hatred? Boyyyyyyyyyy it’s so stupid. I can’t even.

Here’s the stuff I did like: - The Reylo kiss and Ben’s smile. - Ben offering his hand to Rey again, and all their Force Bonds of them trying to one-up each other with how well they know each other’s fears etc. - Him crushing the Sith wayfinding was hawwwwt. He was like if you’re going there, you’re gonna have to go with me. (Also leaves open a plothole of how the fuck did Ben navigate his way there in the finale) - Rey not killing the snake but healing it, yeah it was really odd but I don’t like how previous Jedi always slaughter animals so this was a plus for me. - Ben Solo in his “redeemed” outfit, he looked soo fine, and it reminded me of Han too which was sweet. - Leia’s death being the prompt to finally turning Ben back to the light. Finally a mother she did something right, looool. - I thought it was weird for Star Wars, but I did like Han being back as a memory, to talk with Ben. And the “Dad....” “I know” killed me. I knew they needed to resolve the one evil deed Ben performed, so this worked fine. - I loved Rey mediating with the rocks at the start of the film, and I loved her and Ben’s prequelsque Force jumping. - I loved that Jodie Comer was Rey’s mum!!!!! (I love Jodie) - I did like how the Luke’s water sunken X-wing from TLJ was used in this film, it was predictable but satisfying somehow. - There was so much FinnPoe tension through the film like Poe was jealous of Rey, it was hilarious. - I liked the queer kiss, even though it wasn’t much.

So there that’s everything I needed to say. I would’ve been sad and confused if Reylo didn’t happen, (because they’d set it up for 2 films), but I’m devastated that they killed Ben. Bendemption isn’t truely complete if he doesn’t get to live. I know he means so much to people, people who connected with him/who faced similar trauma as him. I know they’ll be a devastated as I am and that is what makes it so much worst. I saw someone say on Twitter a few weeks ago that it’s be horrible for Ben to die, who had suffered so much only for Rey to take the name of “Skywalker”, basically stealing his identity.

And yeah that’s exactly what happened. Ben deserved better, the fans deserved better, and the Reylo’s deserved better. 💔💔💔💔💔💔 In a few hours I’m seeing it again with my family this time, and I really don’t want want to rewatch it.... isn’t that horrible.

#the rise of skywalker spoilers #tros spoilers #ix spoilers #star wars spoilers #sw spoilers #theriseofskywalkerspoilers #episode ix spoilers #trosspoilers #spoilers

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spooky-bear15 · 5 years ago

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Smeet School Troubles

It was one of the many days of smeet school for Benjamin. Bendy dropped him off right in the front of the massive pink building.

“Have a good sweetheart. I’ll pick you up today.” Bendy smiled as Benjamin hugged him tightly. Benjamin didn’t want to let go, but he could also see his friends waiting for him inside.

Benjamin let go and ran inside as Mrs. Tia gathered all her students up for the day.

Bendy gave a smile as he got up to watch his son learn millions of new plans and more. The demon started to walk back to the massive ship he lived in until Benjamin came darting out.

“MOMMY! ONE LAST HUG!”

Bendy fell over as Benjamin engulfed him with a huge hug. Bendy giggled his heart out as he kissed Benjamin’s forehead and got himself up.

“(Giggles) Alright, Alright! One more,” Bendy gave one last kiss on Benjamin’s cheeks. “Now, get in there ya silly goose!”

Benjamin dropped down and headed in. Bendy walked back to the ship and off he went until he needed to pick his son up again.

Mrs. Tia started her class, she made sure everyone was there by doing a short check in, then she started her lesson.

“Alrighty everyone, today where going to learn about our huge elite team that protects our home and our amazing leaders. Does anyone know what it takes to become an elite? Anyone?”

Silents was all around the classroom until Zabit gave a guess, “Th-they um, hmmm. OH! They conquer planets with just a tap of a button!”

Stellar interrupted him and corrected,

“Actually Mrs. Tia. They have to take a test by visiting planet Devastis to take their final test. Then they work for the tallest, or become an invader! Well unless the planet isn't still blacked out half way. Thanks to Zim….”

Mrs. Tia gave a nervous smile, “Now remember Stellar we don’t mention that name here. But yes, it was his fault but our tallest got rid of him years ago. So we have nothing to worry about.” She smiles as she continues the lecture, making it easy for the smeets in the classroom to understand. Next thing the bell rings and all the smeets run to play.

Benjamin, Kit, Stellar, Zabit and Yitch all hung around to find something to do as Chu started to play with the older smeets in the same level of grade. Two of them were named, Slag and Gink. As the older smeets started to gather to play, Kit wanted to go and play along but was too shy to ask.

“Ummmm, g-guys, can we play?” He asked quietly. The two older smeets of the small group came up.

Finishing picked Benjamin’s friends to play pretend Invader of the planet.

Gink finishes his pick,

“Annnnd for our last Invader, I piiiick...Yitch!”

Benjamin and Kit were left on the other side of the blacktop. Kit tried speaking up but couldn’t. Benjamin stood up and shouted,

“HEY! What about us?”

Slag gave a pouty lip and yelled back,

“Oh! We don’t want the tiny ones playing! You're too slow! You’ll get your planet destroyed instead! Stay away from us freaks!” Slag then violently pushed Kit in the mud.

Benjamin cried out, “Kit!” He then grew angry, Benjamin stepped up and protected his friend.

He gave a grimace look as the floor began to shake. Four small but long pak legs broke out of his pak. They sprinted out and glowed a bright green.

An echo was heard from Benjamin’s angry shout.

“THAT'S IT! If we can’t play then I’ll just have to change the rules of playing pretend Invader!”

Benjamin then brought out a laser cannon from his pak. The two bullies grew a scared face of shock, but before they could do anything Benjamin grabbed them but the antennae’s and twirled them around the playground.

Benjamin gave out an evil laughter as the two smeets were in tears.

Kit, started to back away, as well as the other smeets.

“Benjamin, STOP! You're crazy!” Kit shouted. Benjamin looked over and shouted back.

“Crazy?! No! I’m not crazy! I’m a true Invader! Hahaha!”

Just as Benjamin was about to spin Slag and Gink even quicker and bounce them around Mrs Tia came out, arms crossed.

“Benjamin Almighty!” She yelled. Benjamin stopped immediately, he dropped the two smeets as they ran. So did the other smeets playing around.

Benjamin grew a nervous smile, “Uh, Mrs. Tia! Ehh, ummm. Did you like the picture I drew this morning? I left it on your desk since I made it for you and umm- …….I’m in trouble aren’t I?”

The afternoon came and Benjamin was hiding behind his mother's leg, as Kit had an ice pack on his head with his mother. The two bullies were also bandaged up with their angry parents.

Gink’s father shouted,

“That smeet nearly killed mine! You should have him expelled!”

Then Slag’s mother yelled on top of him in the same tone of anger.

“More to know, that monster could have also killed my smeet! He deserves to be not only expelled but punished by the control brains!”

Benjamin couldn’t take it, he slowly walked out and sat on the two stairs of the bubbly building.

Gink’s father added to Slag’s mother's argument, “And why not his father too, I believe our Tallest should get the same treatment! As if he does great anyways-“

Bendy suddenly snaps, he gives a violent slap across the older Irkens face, causing him to shut his mouth intently.

Bendy gave an angry reply to the agreement.

“HOW DARE YOU DISGRACE MY HUSBAND AND MY SON LIKE THAT! You should be ashamed of yourself!

Mrs. Tia tried breaking the argument, she slammed her hands on her desk with a bang.

“EVERYONE PLEASE CALM DOWN!!”

And as Mrs. Tia finished her sentence, Benjamin could hear all the mumbling outside. The smeet covered his antennas as he could hear freak and monster echo in his mind.

“Please! Stop! Stop it! No! I’m not a freak! I said stop!”

Benjamin opened his eyes to hear quietness, no more voices, only the calming cold afternoon of Irk. He started to tear up and cry.

Just as he was about to bury his small face in his knees, the angry parents of Gink and Slag and themselves came walking out, tongue sticking out and all.

“See you later donut freak!””

“Yeah!”

Both the smeets walked away with their angry parents. Kit and his mother walked out afterwards, he sat next to Benjamin as his mother stood behind him.

“Come on Kit, let’s go.”

Kit nodded but hugged Benjamin tightly. Before he could say a thing, Bendy came out, having an upset look to his face.

“Your lucky young man, she only suspended you for seven days-“

Benjamin’s voice broke, he started to cry harder then before.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, they were just being so mean t-to-“

Bendy grabbed Benjamin and cuddled him to soothe his tears.

“Sweetheart this is the tenth time you've hurt those smeets, it’s not okay to hurt others in such a way-”

Bendy was softened by Benjamin's cries, he sighed as he cuddled Benjamin close on the stairs of the school, “Aw- I know sweetheart, I know you were trying to protect your friend but you also hurt those other smeets too.”

“M-mommy, I’m sorry……(hick) I just wanted to protect my friend. Please mommy, I don’t want to get erased by the control brains please!”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Let just not use your pak anymore.”

“B-but what about the air?”

“You're okay, I promise.” Bendy kisses Benjamin forehead and hugged his son tightly. Kit came over and hugged him tight too.

Benjamin wiped his tears away and took in Kits embrace.

Kit gives a smile,

“Thank you for saving me today, you sure showed them who’s boss.”

Benjamin gave a giggle. Bendy looked over at Kit's mother.

“We should get back, take care.”

Bendy gets up and tells Benjamin to tell Kit goodbye, then the two of them headed back to the massive.

The three of them were sitting at the dinner table, quite. Benjamin messed with his food as Bendy fiddled with his. Purple finally broke the silence looking at Bendy and giving off and on glances at his son next to him.

“Alright, this is getting weird. Normally Benjamin starts joking about what the polits have done wrong or at least asks how my day was. Or you ask how Benjamins day was, what's going on? “

Bendy glanced over at Benjamin,

“Benjy, you wanna tell your father what happened at school today?”

Benjamin looked nervously at his mom then to his dad.

“Well um, we learned about elites today.”

Purple grew a smile to his face as he was delighted to know more,

“Oooo, tell me more!”

Benjamin gave a small sad pout and continued.

“Umm, ehhh.”

Bendy glanced over, “Want to tell your father about recess today then? I’m sure he’d like to know.” Bendy crossed his hands together on the table.

Purple grew even more excited. Having a huge smile on his face, but that soon faded as he knew something was really wrong.

Purple went to Benjamin's level, he knelt down from the table, “What’s wrong bud?”

Benjamin broke down into tears, he looked at his dad and spilled it all out in one huge mess.

“I was trying to protect my friend but these two bullies came and pushed us around. S-so I (hicks) I-I….I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, please don’t erase me daddy! I don’t want to be erased by the brains!”

Benjamin cried out as he buried his face in his hands. Purple scooted closer and cradled Benjamin in his arms and lap.

“Hey, no no no no no. You're not going anywhere Benjamin, I would never do such a thing to you. Why would you say that?”

Benjamin hicked as he dried his tears,

“I heard one of the other mommy’s say it at school today when my mommy had to come over. (Hicks).”

Purple gave a sigh as he hugged Benjamin tight, “You're not going anywhere Benjamin.” The tallest smiled.

Bendy gave a hazy smile and glanced towards the two. But that look was broken when the demon asked for Purple to follow him into the hallway.

“Pur, can I talk for a minute….in private.”

Purple glanced up and gave a smile with loving eyes, thinking that he was in for a one on one moment alone with Bendy.

“Alright, will do darlin.”

The two for them both stood in the hall as Benjamin sat at the kitchen table.

Just before Bendy could say a word, Purple locked him in towards the wall. Bendy gave a stressed out sigh and slipped underneath Purples arms.

“Pur this is serious, not only was our son in a fight today but those bullies called are son the most horrible names.”

“Really? Who cares, he defend himself.”

“Purple, they called him a freak! Doesn’t that bother you?!”

The tallest broke out of his not so serious stage. He gave Bendy a worried look and just about broke in a worry.

“Wait…..what?”

Bendy held his arms together and sighed again, “Yes, I got all the news once I went to pick him up today. They even brought you into the whole mixture. Staying that you weren’t doing you job right and you to needed to be erased-

…..just made me sick to my stomach.”

Purple twirled around Bendy and cuddled the demon close. The tallest popped his eyes open and smiled.

“Sounds like that soldier wasn’t doing his job right…….I’m going to deal with him.”

“Purple, NO! Doesn’t risk your whole job on him. We need you.” Bendy spoke softly as he rested agents Purple's chest. Purple suddenly stopped joking and giggled as he huddled Bendy close.

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding. Although I wish for that ONE guy to be put in his place for calling me and our son out like that. I mean I do my whole job greatly and Benjamin’s just trying get along with other smeets his age along with learning and all that monkey lecture.”

Bendy gave a giggle and the two of them had a small moment until they heard Benjamin call out that Cheerio was eating their dinner off the table. Triggered, they both quickly run to see Benjamin laughing hysterically as Cheerio gobbled up noodles that were all over the floor.

Both parents took action as they cleaned up the mess and cleaned Benjamin up and got him ready for bed.

Once Benjamin was asleep, Purple was already asleep cold on the couch. Bendy got finished with dishes in the kitchen then the tired demon joined in. Bendy curled up and covered himself and Purple up in whatever blankets were on the couch, and the two of them were fast asleep for the long night ahead.

The next few days passed as Benjamin was being taught at home. Finally those days ended and he was back in school again. Worried that the bullies would bug him again, Purple brought him to school instead for a few days just to show him that there nothing to be scared of and if he were in any trouble with those smeet again, Purple would be there to stop whatever they had planned.

Mrs. Tia invited her Tallest in as she let the small class of smeets go play. She started to talk about Benjamin until the both of them heard a scream.

The two of them quickly took action to see the incident, to their surprise it was the bullies picking on Kit again. They pushed him around, knocking the small smeet in the mud. That was until Benjamin took charge and stood up for his friend again. Benjamin gave a pout and started to unleash his laser blasters out, but just as Benjamin was about to drop some dirt work, the smeet could hear his dad screaming for him to stop.

Purple blocked Benjamin’s aim and stopped both his son and the two smeet to split up the fights.

“You three need to cool it! It isn’t cool nor right to have you youngsters fighting like this!,” Purple looked over at Benjamin. “Benjamin, I thought I taught you better than this! You're not supposed to fight other smeets your age, that's the invader's jobs!” Then the ruler looked at the two smeets, getting at both their levels. “And you two aren’t even supposed to fight either, you're young and curious and not supposed to harm anyone. But no, here you are. Trying to over do my son and his friends here isn’t right! So if you continue any of this, your butts are toast. So play nice.”

Purple gave a grimming look towards the two of them. Both Gink and Slag went running, they cleaned themselves up and were nicer to Benjamin’s friends less than a week.

Benjamin peaked behind his dad's leg after Purple finished his little talk with the bullies.

“Umm, daddy. Are they going to be nice?”

Purple turned his head over his shoulder and gave a smirk. He picked Benjamin up in his arms and hugged him tight.

“They aren’t gonna bug you no more. Had to teach them a lesson or two about being nice-“

Just as Purple was about to finish, the other smeets in Mrs. Tia’s class started jumping around, they wanted a lesson too. Purple frequently looked down and giggled, “Well that’s not what I meant….but okay! What do ya wanna learn? I got all day!”

Mrs. Tia let out a laugh as she rested against the door frame of the classroom. Purples asked her if he could teach the smeets, she shook her head and gave a grin. She gave a salute and watched as Purple taught the small smeets all around him, Benjamin in his arms also engaged to what his father was telling.

The day was bright and calming as the smeets all learned something just a little different that morning.

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unclefungusthegoat · 5 years ago

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ARMY KNIFE, SILVER SPOON- Far Cry 5 Week Day 2 (The Project at Eden’s Gate)

OK, so this one needs to be taken with total disregard for the Seeds’ ages and timeline, but they don’t make sense anyway so screw it hahaha... Also I promise that I wasn’t randomly inspired by Avril Lavigne’s ‘I’m With You’. And so, false promises made, without further ado:

Sixteen year old John Duncan runs away from home on a cold November night. Lost, alone and desperate to not return to his cruel parents, he finds himself at the mercy of the dark side of Atlanta... only to be rescued by a homeless Iraq War veteran.

Please be aware:

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Attempted sexual assault of a minor, mentions of child abuse, attempted strangulation

You can read this story on AO3: HERE

My whole FC5 Week series can be found HERE

“Hey kid, you got a little something for us?”

John Duncan ignored the slurring coos of the rabble stood on the street. Tried to forget that he was only sixteen and hopelessly lost and colder than he’d ever been before. The late-November air cut through his slate grey cashmere coat, even after it had been buttoned to his neck. There was icy slush seeping into his dress shoes, and he could feel that the bottom of his slacks were wet also, sticking to his ankles. His face was numb. His stomach empty. He hadn’t even had time to retrieve his leather gloves from his room and his fingers were almost as blue as his stinging eyes.

How was he supposed to know what runways took with them? Boys like him didn’t run away. They inherited their father’s estates, attended functions, framed degrees in their swanky offices and had affairs with their secretaries. They lived in penthouses. Drove Lamborghinis. Had sake imported in from Tokyo.

But he couldn't go back. Not even to get his gloves, or a stack of bills from the safe. Not this time, not now that he was out in the world, gone for so many hours that they had surely phoned the police. He’d have to explain himself, beg them to forgive him for being so ungrateful.

And then he’d have to take the lash again.

He just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Always in pain. Another shirt ruined where his wounds would split. Another prayer to a silent God. Another day watching them stare at him like he wasn’t good enough yet, wasn’t perfect yet.

He didn’t want to know what he’d have to do to get there.

So he’d finally snapped.

And he’d run.

John crossed his arms across his body, hoping to keep in some heat, and kept walking. He didn’t know where he was. Some dark underbelly of Atlanta, sex shops and liqour stores and sleezy bars and the types he’d always been told never to associate with. People who reminded him of Old Mad Seed. Not that he could remember much about him anyway. Just heavy set shapes. Loud voices. Foul breath. Vitriol and disdain.

Footsteps were crunching behind him, hurrying to catch up.

Predators to their prey.

“I’m fucking talking to you, silver spoon, why don’t you take it out your mouth and make yourself useful?”

“Fuck off.” He muttered, aware that the words sounded ridiculous with so many years of elocution lessons slathered on top of them.

“What’s that? What did you say? Didn’t your nanny ever teach you to speak up?”

A forceful hand on his shoulder and suddenly John was pinned against the grimy window of an all night supermarket. Staring up at three leering businessmen who looked far too much like the men at his family’s church.

“He's pretty.”

“Barely legal I reckon.”

Vastly illegal, John almost swiped back, but held his tongue.

That was a skill he’d learned well over the years.

How to stay quiet.

How to survive.

“He doesn’t say a lot does he, for a rich kid?”

“Trust fund, no doubt.”

“Ivy League.”

“Maybe he’s a mute-”

“If he’s dumb then he’ll be nice and quiet then while he proves his worth. He won't scream.”

“Take him in the alley. No cameras.”

They grabbed him by the hair and dragged him, legs kicking towards the looming void between storefronts. Frozen garbage, mouldy dumpsters, not a chance in hell anyone would come looking for John Duncan, of the Duncans.

He screamed, but a hand clamped down over his mouth. The three wrestled him until his back hit one of the dumpsters. Hungry fingers tangled with buttons and the belt and zipper on his pants, drunken and clumsy. Frustrated cursing, as he tried to get away. His foot collided with something hardened and a yowl of pain echoed across the street. Bile straining at the back of his throat, burning acid in his starved insides threatening to-

“Hey, leave the dipshit with the fancy coat alone-” came the thick growl of a tall figure emerging from the alleyway, bundled up in worn, on-it’s-last-legs knitwear. A padded parka with a furry trim on the hood made the giant seem even broader than he probably actually was, but in the shadow of the neon ‘RALPHS’ sign, and through the heavy spit of snowfall, he looked Titanesque. Atlas, holding up the sky so it didn't come crashing down on the young runaway.

“What’s it to you?”

“A big fucking problem, actually.”

The giant fixed a hand around the nearest throat, and John felt himself get released from the heavy grip. He stumbled sideways and cowered behind the homeless man, who now snarled at the lechers and tightened the pressure on the whimpering neck.

“Get out of here before I paint the sidewalk with your brains.” The giant snarled, and John absolutely believed him.

The man nodded desperately, and within seconds of being released, gasping for the cold air, all three were gone. Disappeared around a corner. Slipping on the ice in their haste. Back to their hunt or back to their wives.

The giant slouched back to where he’d been resting in the alley for the night. John made to move on, but the man called back to him and he froze.

“You OK?”

“I’ve been better.” John groaned, tousling his hair to ease the pain in his scalp, but succeeding only in letting snowflakes tumble into his face. He could barely see his saviour as it was, and having pale shimmering flecks in his long eyelashes wasn’t helping.

“Fucking perverts. They’ll get what’s coming to them.”

“No they won’t.” John mumbled, aware that he was shaking.

“You want to take a few minutes to get yourself together?” The homeless man gestured to the space beside him.

There was something about that voice… it felt safe. Gruff, wizened, like it had been through hell. But safe. Safe enough for John to approach and sit on the sidewalk beside him, settling onto a stack of soggy cardboard that he tried to imagine was anything but.

A weird silence.

John pulled his knees up to his chest, cradling them like he used to when hiding in small places. Hoping not to be heard or seen. And he tried to decide what to do. Breathing hard. Mind racing. Yet nothing came to mind. He had nowhere to go. No one who would take him in. A lump gathered in his throat and a hot tear dribbled down onto his nose.

Not for thought of being hungry and helpless and filthy, although all troubled him deeply. Not for the sudden shock settling in that he’d nearly just been raped. Not for the unease he felt staring down the alley, unable to see the end of it through the winter night.

But the thought of having to go home.

“First night’s not even the worst, kid.”

The giant had pulled out a small penknife, army issue in appearance, and began whittling a small wooden block. The feathering of the wood looked like lustrous, thick fur. A fox perhaps, or a wolf? John still couldn’t see the man’s face, but he wondered if he was Native and it was a symbol to keep him strong.

He could, however, see the patches of flaking skin on the backs of the man’s hands. In desperate need of a moisturizer or medical cream or something, anything to give the impression that the man wasn’t about to shed like a snake. Burns, he realised. And the odd cigarette stub mark between the raw patches. How did a homeless man get so mutilated?

John sniffed and wiped his tears away with his sleeve.

“Is that so?”

The man snorted.

“Even just from that answer, I can tell you won’t last long.”

“How did you know I was... like you?” John didn’t want to say homeless quite yet. It felt like such a dirty word, an ‘epidemic’ as his uncle had branded it once.

“Guessed.”

John gave him a quizzical look that the giant caught out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled.

“If there's one thing I know on sight, it's a miserable kid who doesn’t want to go home.”

John continued to watch him work in silence for a good half hour, mesmerised at the craftsmanship. He thought back to his own work, his fine pencil sketches and pools of watercolours and minute engine parts for impeccably constructed model aircraft. Things to shut him up. Keep him indoors. Train that difficult right hand to function as it should.

“So did daddy not buy you a pony?” The quiet broken. There was humour in it, nothing but a gentle tease, but the insinuation that rich kids couldn’t also face unimaginable pain riled John, and he glared venomously.

“That’s none of your concern.” He spat in a low voice.

“Oh, it’s not, is it?”

“No.”

“Kind of thinking it is now that I suddenly seem to have another mouth to feed-”

“I don't need your charity.”

“Well you're sat in my drawing room, aren't you, your Royal Highness-”

“I didn’t ask for your help-”

“Well you sure as fuck needed it.” The homeless man didn’t even sound angry, clearly used to people looking down their noses at him, treating him like an inconvenience. He just sounded exhausted. “Jesus, could you be anymore uptight?”

John pouted and hugged himself tighter.

“Probably.”

The giant paused his work and rubbed his unkempt beard in exasperation. It was tinged red, even more so in the street lamp light. John noticed the man still hadn't looked up at him, wouldn't make eye contact. He wouldn't be able to identify him to the police in a lineup, or even from a mugshot. Does he intend to rob me? Have his way with me like those men wanted to?

“Spoilt brat like you won’t last a week. If you’d prefer not to get stabbed or robbed, sell the Rolex, keep your head down, drop the accent and the airs and graces.”

Of course he’d spotted the watch. John twisted it on his wrist protectively.

“You can't have it.”

“I wasn't asking for it.”

“My father bought it for me.”

“Good for you. My father never did shit. Is sharing time over?”

The homeless man was too distracted to concentrate on his whittling and pocketed his handiwork swiftly, choosing instead to pull out a pair of thin gloves. He stretched them tenderly over his mottled skin, wincing a little as the fibres caught and pulled on the rough patches.

“Where did you get those scars on your hands?” John blurted, figuring that if he’d never see this man again after tonight, it didn’t matter if he upset him by sticking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted.

The giant sighed.

“Fought a bear for a bet.”

John’s mouth gaped open and the giant released a chuckle, pleased with himself.

“War. Iraq. Most of the homeless in this city are Vets. An incendiary device got me on patrol. I wasn’t hurt too badly, they look worse than they are. They made me stronger.”

He turned to rummage through a black knapsack and pulled out an opened packet of beef jerky. He stuffed a whole strip into his mouth, before offering it out. John felt his face twist with disgust and his stomach heaved at the prospect of eating meat so soon after hearing how this man burned. He turned away a little at the smell of it.

“Gotta stay strong if you want to survive.”

Hearing the low rumble from his empty stomach, John reached out and took a strip. He chewed on it warily. Salty. Slightly sweet. Hardly gourmet, but desperate times called for desperate measures. When he’d finished one, he found himself reaching for another.

“Why aren’t you there now? In the army? Why are you sat behind a supermarket?” He asked through a mouthful. It still sounded pompous.

The giant didn’t answer, still didn’t look at him, just sat back to rest against the wall behind them, gnawing on more jerky. John imagined a wild face under that hood, rabid eyes that had seen horrors beyond imagining. Sawn down teeth, flesh peeling away.

“You look familiar, kid. But I don’t suppose I’ve seen you at the soup kitchen.” Something sounded odd, intrigued, hopeful maybe, and John wondered how he looked ‘familiar’ if this unusual creature had barely taken a second look at him.

“My father owns a law firm in the city. One day he’s going to be District Attorney. I’ve been in the newspapers with him a few times.” John couldn’t help but boast a little, still a little concerned for the $20,000 watch on his wrist, but quite content that this man wouldn’t be holding him for ransom anytime soon.

A resigned, disappointed sigh.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ve slept on one of those papers then.”

Another uncomfortable silence.

“I know what it is.”

John looked up to where the giant was looking- the faded stars in the night sky, barely visible, but Cassiopeia was twinkling between the rooftops.

“You look how I’d imagine my little brother to look, I think, if he was still alive. He was always skinny, like you. Too skinny. Probably starved somewhere, on the streets, poor as shit like me.”

“He’s… dead?”

“Yeah.”

“How long ago?”

The giant didn’t elaborate.

“I… I don't have any brothers.” John regurgitated the lie that had been beaten into him for so many years. No son of mine has delinquents and degenerates for brothers.

“You got a Mom? A Dad?”

Of sorts.

“Yes.”

“They love you?” John could hear the aching loneliness that lay behind the question.

No. I’m innately unloveable.

“They try.” His voice broke a little. “I don’t exactly make it easy for them.”

The giant rolled his head forward and smiled down at his feet.

“Then you want my advice?”

John nodded, feeling tears building again and his lip quivering, threatening to break open into desperate wailing. Something about this felt so strange, so easy and natural. Unconditional. Why was this man being so nice to him?

A gloved hand rested on his shoulder, far more gentle than John had expected.

“Go home, kid. There’s nothing more important than family.”

If only he had either of those. A heavy sob wracked through his slight body and John found himself weeping loudly into his knees, without fear of being caught, judged, scolded and forced to pray away his resentment of his pitiful life. Tears and snot and misery came streaming down his face, body shaking with the effort of it all.

Warmth enveloped his shoulders, and he realised that the giant had removed his parka and wrapped it around him. Tucking him into it, like a child being settled into bed. And he leaned into the towering figure, sharing the warmth, curling himself into strong arms of inexplicable kindness. A kindness he thought he’d never know again.

“Stay here tonight. I’ll walk you back tomorrow.”

John cried until he fell asleep.

He dreamed of red hair, the heat of farmland alight, and a shadow in the back of a police car.

#far cry 5 #FC5Week #FC5Week2019 #john seed #jacob seed #that picture of seamus?#no idea what it's from #but he's so babyfaced holy shit #teenage john right there #also this is my first proper attempt at writing jacob #dunno if it's worked hahaha #also taking a huge liberty with the theme #not a mention of the project at all hahahaha

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terriblesportsimagines · 6 years ago

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Yuri, Phichit, and Otabek when they accidentally trip fall on their crush harem anime style, female reader please

Hahaha so funny. Also, guys that asked the lists, I will answer them! I just didn’t want to spam non-asks too much :3

YuriPlisetsky

It happened almost in slowmotion. One minute he was walkingtowards you, eager to talk to you (not that he would say that out loud) and thenext the edge of his shoe was hitting a crack in the sidewalk and he wasfalling forward, arms flailing.

“Yuri!”

Your call was the last thing heheard before he hit something soft and caught his balance. It took him a few seconds to realize whathappened and when he did he immediately felt his neck up to the top of his headburn like he had a high-temperature fever. He jerked away from you, hand slapping over his mouth as he turned away,unable to face you. “I-I-” He made adying whale sound. “Sorry!”

Blushing, you nevertheless giggled,trying to ignore the squiggle in your belly and the desire to throw your armsaround him. It was a littleembarrassing, considering where he landed, but you didn’t actually mind thatmuch. “It’s fine, Yuri… it was anaccident.”

Yuri choked, wondering how the hellhe was supposed to look you in the eye now. Now that he couldn’t forget how soft yourchest was, and how he wanted to bury his face right back there.

Shutup, fucking brain-

Because he wouldn’t face you, youhad to approach him and you did so slowly as not to spook him. You touched his back and peeked around him,smiling gently. “Don’t worry so much,”you said softly, catching his wrist and tugging it away from his face. “There you are~ Shall we go? I’m really excited to go to the cat café!”

Yuri took a deep breath and tried towill away the heat in his face. Itdidn’t work, but drawing more attention to it would only embarrass himfurther. “Okay.”

He started walking away and you fellin step beside him, starting a conversation so he didn’t feel awkward anylonger.

PhichitChulanont

He fell artfully. Too many years falling on the ice had taughthim how to fall without hurtinghimself. He wasn’t even sure what he’dtripped over, only that one second he was walking towards you, and the next hewas falling.

He could have tried harder to fallto the side, and risk greater injury, but you were right there and it was an advantage he couldn’t help but take. He collided with you hard enough to have youfalling backwards and you both ended up on a pile on the ground. Thankfully, the ground was made up of softgrass – if it hadn’t been, he would have done everything in his power not todrag you down with him.

As it was, he landed on top of you,his cheek pressed against your heart, his belly pressed into the cradle of yourthighs. You were soft and curved, andadmittedly, he probably didn’t scramble to get off of you as fast as he couldhave. He soaked in the feeling for amoment, then set about propping himself up on his hands, which were situatedjust under your arms on either side of your chest.

“Sorry,” Phichit said sheepishly,with only a trace bit of pink in his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

You were adorably flustered, lyingon your back, staring up at him. Youlook confused, like you didn’t know how you were supposed to react to thesudden invasion of your space. Youweren’t angry, as far as he could tell, which was a good sign.

“Y-Yes,” you said on an inhale,blushing.

Socute~ He couldn’t help himselfreally. He was totally in the fault, andreally, your relationship wasn’t quite as far along as he’d hoped, and thiskind of embrace was beyond you yet. Still, he dropped a kiss on the tip of yournose and grinned. “We’re still on forour date, right?”

Your cheeks puffed for a moment, butwhen he climbed off of you and held out a hand to help you up, you tookit. “Of course. It was… just an accident.”

Phichit just hummed, keeping a holdof your hand and leading you towards the restaurant he was taking you to.

OtabekAltin

You wondered how you were the onlyone that was embarrassed.

It was a freak accidents – somethinghappened in ridiculous harem anime, not in real life. He’d been standing with you, chatting about aband you both liked, when someone had knocked into him from behind. You watched, practically in slow motion, ashe collapsed forward, reaching for you out of instinct, and face planting rightbetween your breasts.

You froze beneath him, acutely awareof his hands on your hips, and his cheek pressed against your left breast. What did you do? What should you say? Did you shove him away? Did you take advantage and hug him?

You wanted to hug him.

He caught himself surprisinglyquickly and straightened, the whole exchange taking maybe twenty seconds frompush to straighten. His expression was as blank as it always was, though, yourheart beat quick against your ribs when you saw a flash of something soft andtender in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?”

You were blushing, though you hatedto admit it, but you still managed to nod. “You caught most of your weight yourself, I’m fine.”

He nodded, his hands lingering onyour hips, thumbs stroking along your pelvic bone. “Good,” he murmured, watching your faceclosely.

What was he looking for? What did he see? You forced yourself to meet hold his gaze,holding your breath as you tilted your head and whispered, “Otabek?”

He blinked, paused for a singlemoment then leaned forward. “Forgiveme,” he murmured before slanting his lips over yours.

Oh. Oh.

#yuri on ice #yuri plistetsky #phichit chulanont #Otabek Altin #scenarios

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killianmesmalls · 7 years ago

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Rewatching last night’s episode because I think I was a bit distracted from time to time. Running thoughts below:

Kids, I know you’re prisoners, but that’s no reason to not wipe your mouths. Honestly.

Alright, that’s still weird. Also, I can’t imagine the kind of bug problems that witch has having a house like that.

I know I’m biased, but can someone aside from Alice and Killian acknowledge in one episode that he’s cursed, too? And maybe focus a little bit on helping him, too? Okay, I need to chill.

Still a nice shot. Jacinda and Sabine also look so good in this scene.

Damn those jeans look good on you, murderface.

This isn’t how you treat your besties, Hansel. Not without a safe word established.

“I know who you are, Captain.” That annoyed look on her face and her calling him “Captain Curse” better be frustration that he’s still asleep instead of her being rude to him again....

YAS I’m going to imagine Margot and Rogers realizing who the other is to Tilly and chatting about her.

I can’t help but want to go all DC Comics about the pronunciation for Ivo.

Dude, you know better than to tell your children to leave breadcrumbs. First of all, you all are seriously not looking like the richest people, so how about not wasting food? And, really, it just isn’t a logical choice.

OMG Hansel! His legit desire to be Henry’s friend! HE’S SO HEARTBREAKING! Bless this scene. I seriously had no idea how they were going to reconcile this whole thing, but this had me buying it.

Finally they’re bringing back the author thing. Also the fact that Henry is terrible at subtlety.

Sabine, dear, if Drew is helpful with the fryers and Tilly brings in business, how about occasionally having them work together and you relax a little?

WHY ARE SO MANY PEOPLE AWAKE AND NOT THE ONES I WANT TO BE AWAKE?! Oh, right, potentially the poisoned heart situation that NO ONE HAS HELPED WITH, YET.

Supportive words and “you’re still here, annoying me”...Weaver-Rumple is my favorite Rumple.

I do really love that, aside from Henry, the OG ones this season are all former villains. This season has done well to show a different side of them.

Zelena, you used to be in a similar house and had a similar fireplace, I’m sure. You cannot tell me you don’t know how to start a fire without magic.

Literally every other guy Zelena is pictured with is a better love story than Zades.

“I just have to do something first.” Seriously, why didn’t you tell him anything more?

ROGERS!!! Being a good boy! Being a good detective! Being a good bro!

PEEL OUT, YOU BADASS!!!!

If only you had a nail you could snap that rope with...

DAT BOOTY IN THOSE JEANS, THO.

Yay! Being shown he’s Lucy’s dad!

Ugh, Henry, believe it!

I feel so bad for murderface here trying to convince Henry and failing.

“I’ve been tied to enough trees with you to know these ropes won’t hold.” What the hell kinda kinky things did you boys get up to???

I do enjoy the dynamic between Regina and Zelena this season.

Heh. Candy Crush.

Okay, but how did Hansel and Gretel get out of there? What the heck happened? Why did the witch not say anything? Pride, maybe...?

ROGERS YOU BADASS I LOVE YOU! SUCH A GOOD BRO!!!

You know, for having once been a “dive” apparently, Roni’s looks like a super cool place to hang out.

How did he know where Chad was and when? I mean, I get that Henry alerted him to the fact that Kelly was a “real woman with a real fiancé” but how do you know where he is?

I do love that stairs shot. Good job, Lana!

Zelena, seriously, this still isn’t your home. You should knock before letting yourself in. Unless you really had gotten close over those few days? IDK.

HOW DID YOU KIDS GET OUT?!?! At least you finally washed your faces.

Yeah, actually, you could have told him when you were leaving to get them? Maybe? “I think I know where they are.” Or something? Anything?

Alright, this dude hardcore overreacts. I don’t blame Zelena for getting pissed off. Of course, I do blame her for burning a kid’s arms. Jeez, woman.

I know Hansel is super pissed off at her, but he just got super burned. I don’t think he’d be calm enough in that second to make that face.

“Must be a bitch trying to keep track of your driver’s licenses.” Hehehe. I find that line more entertaining that I should.

“You remember the last time we played this game.” You mean when you burned the hell out of a kid? Yeah, fun game.

“I’ve changed.” *knock out* “more or less.” Ha!

That look of forced smiling and panic is such a sad face and good on Bex for that brief second where you seriously feel everything Zelena is feeling.

Hahaha I really do want to know why Regina has handcuffs. Yeah, I’m going to think she has them from Rogers and they had a few happy happy fun times back in that room. They both need some ways to relax.

Awww, Zelena being so sad and resigned. WTF Once, you managed to make me like her this season. How did you do it?!

Awww! Precious family hug! And I find it adorable how he cradles Lucy’s head.

THIS SCENE IS SO WEIRD!!! WTF WITH THE MAGICAL TRUST SUGAR?!

Poor Naveen. :(

“Go on you monkey. You get on that bike and fly.” HAHAHAHA. Okay, this was both a really weird and adorableish line? I do like the callback to her introduction as Kelly.

YAS. DETECTIVE ROGERS MENTION!

Omfg I love Margot/Robin. “Crime boss, I knew it!”

YAS. TILLY MENTION!!!

Awwwww supportive Zelena!

“It’s still really early.” Not as early as you think it might be.

Awwwww!!!! Maid of honor!!!!! So cute! Good job on your momming skills in this scene, Zelena.

I like the shot with the bike spokes. Again, good job Lana.

How did Facilier get into that room without anyone seeing him? I know he has magic, but that was just a straight up stroll in.

Oh, look, Gothel and Facilier both after the dagger and both likely screwing with my poor baby, Alice. I hope you both go away now.

Such an anticlimactic end to Jack...

I AM SO HYPED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE! Seriously, cannot friggin wait. So many questions are going to be answered! Golden Hook! KnightRook! Curious Archer! Curious Weaver? Idk but SO HERE FOR IT!

#weirdness from kms #kms live blogs

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celestiaknight-blog · 8 years ago

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This is just a little speedpaint I made with a cute little sketch of my characters Artur with his son Kitza’n, I wrote a short scenario to go with it. Just below the cut! Hope you enjoy!

“AAAAAAAAH!!”

Artur sprang up from his bed, body puffing up in surprise as the scream echoed down the corridors of the castle. With pupils as thin as a hair, he leaped out of the nest and ran out of the room in a flurry of feathers, his instincts taking over his logic. He ran almost mindlessly through the corridor and arrived to his children’s room in an instant. He pushed the door-curtain out of the way with wide eyes, calling:

“Aarron?! Kitza’n?!”

The sight that awaited him in the room was one he was sadly used to; Kitza’n curled up in a tight ball in their nest, with a scared and distraught Aarron sitting next to his brother, unsure of what to do. With a short sigh, Artur walked forward and kneeled next to the nest, and as he did, Lyra appeared in the door frame, just as distraught. When she also realized what had happened, she shared a knowing look with Artur and went to take Aarron in her arms, whispering reassuring words in his tiny ear. Gently, Artur also took Kitza’n in his arms, and cradled the shaking ball of fur in a tight and warm embrace. Standing up with him, Artur exited the room, his pace now slow and calm, and when they were alone in the corridor, the prince told his young son:

“It’s alright, child, you’re safe. Papa’s here, nothing can hurt you.”

As he expected, his son remained dead quiet, but Artur continued walking. Since he reached his twenty years, Kitza’n had begun to experience night terrors more frequently, and though Lyra and Artur were told not to worry, Artur couldn’t help but be afraid for his son’s well-being. Whenever he woke from a nightmare, Artur would take Kitza’n to walk around the palace, sometimes taking him outside to give him some fresh air, and it was usually enough to bring him peace.

The corridors of the palace were quiet, with only the breeze of this warm summer night coming through the leaves of the trees growing against the palace walls, creating their own soothing melodies. The night was still young, and the moons were shining brightly atop the starry sky, sending their dancing light through the windows and passageways.

“Papa…,” the prince heard a soft mumble from his arms, making him look down at his child.

The hatchling was curled up in his wings, solidly attached to his chest with all four of his arms, and Artur could hear his little sobs even as his face was buried in his chest fur. The poor little thing was a shaking mess, and his voice a weak whine mixed with scared little chirps he couldn’t control. Artur cradled him and held him a bit more up against him, smiling kindly at his scared little son.

“Hush, my child,” he whispered in his ear. “There is nothing to be scared of. The monsters can’t follow you here.”

The boy in his arms sniffled and hiccuped, crying a bit more before he was able to form the words he wanted to say. Artur gently rubbed the child’s back, doing his best to comfort him in his sorrow.

“T-th… t-they were huge… t-tall and skinny… they had horns, and… a-and, and claws and their eyes, hic! b-burning f-f-fire, t-they wanted to eat me!...”

His crying intensified a little bit, and he began to pull at his father’s fur as he held on for dear life.

“They were running a-a-after me and I couldn’t run away, and I was hurting everywhere and no one could hear me! T-the monsters won’t leave me alone! They’re everywhere!”

Kitza’n’s sobs were muffled, but they were loud and coming from so far deep in this poor little soul, they pulled at Artur’s heart harshly. The worried father remained quiet as he cradled his young chick, and he stopped walking when he reached a tall entrance that lead outside. He stood by the warm gleam of a nearby torch, and let his son bask in the pouring lights of the moons, while the wind gently sang sweet songs in the trees.

“The monsters are gone, my son,” Artur whispered in his baby’s ear. “They are gone, and they won’t come back. If they do, I will come and chase them away, that I promise. Now, now, hush, my sweet little child…”

A soft rumble came from deep within the adult’s throat, soon followed by a series of beautiful notes as the father sang a sweet lullaby to his fearful child. The vibrations coming from his throat, in synch with every note he sang, echoed down into the chick, slowly reducing his sobs to hiccups, and Artur gently rocked his body from left to right, leading the young one into calmness.

“Papa…?”

Kitza’n raised his wide, golden eyes to look at his father, and in those eyes one could see all the fear in the world reflecting into his trembling and glowing irises.

“Why are the monsters after me, papa?” asked the young one in a tiny voice.

Artur attempted to reassure him by rubbing his beak against his in a gentle manner, taking a moment of silence to think of an appropriate answer. He needed Kitza’n to not be afraid, but not to the point where he would become insensible should those dreams continue.

“Because… that is what monsters do, my dear child. They haunt and scare us, because it’s all they know. You’re not the only one afraid of monsters, you know. Your papa is scared of them too.”

“Really?” the young child appeared surprised, forgetting that he was crying a second ago. “But papa’s invincible! You’re not scared of anything!”

Artur couldn’t help but laugh whole-heartedly at his son’s response, and he held him a bit more up against his chest as he replied:

“Hahaha! Oh, but of course I’m scared of things! There are many things that do scare me, you know.”

“Like what?”

“Mmh,” Artur hummed, looking up at the ceiling of the corridor while he searched. “I’m scared of heights. That’s why I don’t fly as much as Uncle Gavvy.”

“No way!”

“It’s true,” Artur chuckled. “I’m also scared of the monsters of the night, just like you.”

“But you’re strong, papa,” Kitza’n pouted. “You can outrun them, but I can’t…”

“That’s why I’m here, son,” Artur told him with another bump to the beak. “Until you’re strong enough to outrun them, I will carry you away from the monsters. After all, you know how fast I can run. Does that make you feel better?”

Kitza’n hummed lightly, looking unsure of his response, and he replied his question with another question, his specialty.

“Are you scared of anything else?”

Artur looked outside the passageway into the night sky, staring off into space a short moment.

“Let’s see… I’m not a huge fan of snakes, and insects freak me out. When you or Aarron get sick, I get the most scared. I can’t help it. When something happens to your mother or Uncle Gavvy, I get scared too. Same with papy and mamy.”

“And what about those black goopy monsters on the continent?” Kitza’n asked, much to his surprise. “Do they scare you? They scare me a lot, I don’t want to see them here…”

Artur took a moment to measure his thoughts on the matter, and he shook his head.

“Not afraid of them,” was his response, much to his son’s shock. “Although those monsters are a lot like those in your dreams, I’m not afraid of them, because I know I can defeat them, and I know I can protect all of you. That’s my duty as Black Guardian.”

“But,” Kitza’n objected, “they’re scary, and they’re worse than the monsters of the night… I don’t get why you’re not scared of them…”

Artur couldn’t help but chuckle, and he rubbed his beak against his cheek in a playful way, feeling much relieved when he saw the hint of a smile on his son’s face.

“You’ll understand when you’re older, Kitza’n. Until then, know that I will always protect you, from anything that can harm you, until you’re strong enough to fend them off by yourself.”

“Strong like you, papa?”

The prince smiled warmly.

“Yes, strong like me.”

He was rewarded for his efforts by the brightest smile he had ever seen, and Kitza’n dove forward to hug him around his neck with two of his four arms. Artur gladly embraced him back, relieved that his son was no longer scared. For a moment longer he held him like this, still rocking left and right to appease him, and eventually, when the little chick’s grip was loosening and the late hour of night finally caught up to him, the father whispered:

“Do you want to sleep with mama and papa tonight?”

Kitza’n lightly shook his head, replying in a low mumble:

“I’m strong like you, papa… I can scare the monsters away…”

“I am sure you can, little one…”

Giving him a little lick on the head, Artur turned away and began to walk off, feeling that Kitza’n was ready to go back to his nest. Perhaps all the child needed was a bit more confidence; if he felt like he could chase the monsters away instead of being chased by them, it was already a step forward. Artur could only hope that those dreams wouldn’t haunt him forever… Perhaps he was even the one to blame for this evil haunting his son…

When Artur set him down in the nest he shared with his brother, Kitza’n raised his head and gave him a little lick on the beak, making the adult smile.

“Good night, papa…”

“Good night, my sweet child. May your dreams be happy ones.”

And to bring him peace, Artur started singing a sweet lullaby once more, until both of his sons had fallen deeply asleep, into a land of serene dreams and sunny fields… Being a father wasn’t easy, but if there was one thing he loved, it was to see those happy little faces as they slept, peaceful…

#bound fates #my art #ocs #father and son #cute #one-shot

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