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I wrote this non cannon fanfic between a member of my D&D party and an NPC, lol.

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Elviot stared at Lionheart from across the ship, watching as he talked excitedly about bugs towards Zed. Elviot was here on a mission to destroy the island, and was using Lionheart as a way to travel there, something it seemed like Zed was doing as well.

Lionheart and Elviot have been acquaintances for a while now, and Elviot was mostly annoyed at how loud and boisterous Lionheart could get; the leonin was completely unable to keep a secret, no matter what you threatened him with.

It was bad enough that Elviot had to travel in a small cabin, but now he was sharing with Lionheart and Zed, who he still finds suspicious. The elf had shown up out of nowhere, quite literally, and almost immediately tried to get close to Lionheart, for some reason.

“And I noticed here it mentions one of the bugs being unable to be revived, even on the island?”

“Yes! It was really quite fascinating, we studied this specific beetle and everytime it died, it stayed dead even while the rest revived!”

“Which beetle was it?”

The two seemed to be talking about Lionheart's research, again, and Elviot tuned it out, having already listened to Lionheart for months about his insects. Elviot has heard so much about insects he could recite most of their facts by heart at this point, ‘Insects are hexapod invertebrates of the class Insecta. They are the largest group within the arthropod phylum. Insects have a chitinous exoskeleton, a three-part body (head, thorax and abdomen), three pairs of jointed legs, compound eyes, and a pair of antennae. Insects are the most diverse group of animals, with more than a million described species; they represent more than half of all animal species.’

Elviot continues to read his book, listening to Lionheart’s obnoxious ranting that was secretly endearing.

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They made it to the temple, finally, and are preparing to separate from Lionheart to continue exploring. Zed stares at Elviot and Lionheart, and decides to try and give the two some more… alone time then they’re currently getting. Elviots fussing over Lionheart this much in front Z, they decide it’s probably best to turn away, and let them have some sense of privacy for this goodbye. ‘Even though they’ll see eachother again in like, a couple hours.’

“And don’t drink this water, it could kill you.”

“Yes, I won’t”

“I mean it, don’t drink this. It is like a deadly poison.”

“You always think I’m going to eat everything you hand me, Elviot, this really hurts my heart.”

“That’s because you literally ate a cursed sandwich and needed a healer.”

“Alright, well, I won’t drink this, promise, it’s important to you, I’ll just hand it over to the researchers.”

‘God. Could they be any more gross? Just kiss already, and let’s go.’

“Are you prepared, Elviot, to continue to the next floor?”

“Yes, we can go now. I will see you later, Lionheart.”

“Yeah, yeah, bye Elviot. See you later, Zed.”

“Good day, Sir Lionheart.”

Elviot and Zed continue down the staircase, Elviot lighting a candle for Zed without saying anything. Z can’t help but to remember their conversation earlier, when they were speaking without Lionheaert around.

“He’s not my friend.”

“He’s not? You guys were quite close, are you perhaps… more than friends?”

“He’s my boss, but not, I do things for him that make him happy, and care for him.”

“Oh. That’s… nice.”

“Yes.”

Z had not realized that some sex workers could be so loyal towards their sponsors that they would travel across an ocean with them, but Z supposes they haven’t really dabbled in that part of the underground much anyways. All Z knows is that they have to destroy the fifth floor, after that they’ll probably leave these two love birds and never see them again. ‘Disappointing, that they think they cannot be themselves with each other around me.’

Elviot, not having a clue what Zed was thinking about, was focused on trying to figure out what exactly Zed was. They obviously weren’t an elf, no matter their appearance, and they had turned red when fighting earlier. ‘Perhaps, they are a _. They’re known for thinking themselves better than others, and hiding their appearance… Aren’t they similar to insects, somehow? Lionheart would probably know something, then.’

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The temple exploration passed quickly, and the two ‘elves’ made their way back up to Lionheart, prepared to set up camp again and rest before moving on to the fourth floor. Zed had destroyed a lot of religious symbols, and Elviot had protected his Gods from being destroyed, and protected the room from Zed's pilfering.

Zed was on first watch for the night, citing “Time for the two of you to hang out without me.” Whatever that meant. All Elviot knows is that his connection to Atheros has been strengthened, and he wants to meditate on the feeling alone for a while, but that Lionheart is staring at him, for some reason.

“Do you not have more papers to read, or rest to collect?”

“Ah, yes. I suppose I could organize a few more of these papers. But I seem to be having a bit of a struggle with it. Do you think you could look at these, and help me out?”

“I guess, although I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.”

Elviot moves closer to Lionheart, the two close enough together to be brushing against each other with every movement. Elviot takes the paper Lionheart was just looking at, and reads over it. The two spend hours together, reading and organizing papers, with Lionheart being surprisingly silent during the ordeal. This is not the first time the two of them have sat like this and worked, however it is the first time that Lionheart has been so silent.

“Is something wrong, Lionheart?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Nothings wrong.”

“Are you sure? You have been unusually quiet.”

“Yes, I’m just thinking about.. Bugs.”

“Of course you are.”

The two continue working for a while longer, this time with Lionheart talking about insects, and how interesting it is that their growth is constrained by the inelastic exoskeleton, so development involves a series of molts, and how some insects eat their own dead skin, or feed it to their children. That is until Zed comes back, ripping open the entrance of the tent, and stating how they need their “eight-” “four.” “Four hours of beauty sleep now.”

This time, Lionheart goes to stand watch, citing needing a break from work. Elviot enters his trance, deciding now was as good a time as any, just to realize that Zed was… stealing his candles? Elviot decides to leave the noble be, and question him when they go their separate ways the next day.

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The next day turns to the next week, turns to the next month. ‘Z’ has decided to follow Elviot around, for whatever reason, and they occasionally meet up with Lionheart as well. Elviot knows the leonin's time is coming up, tomorrow actually, and is trying to decide how to tell Z, who seems to enjoy Lionheart’s company for some reason, when Z declares that they should go visit him again.

“That may not be the best idea.”

“Well, why not?”

“Lionheart is… doing something dangerous at the moment.”

“Okay? And? All the more reason to visit him, you can feed him while he recovers and rests.”

Elviot sighs, nodding his head. He supposes it would be easier for Z to just realize Lionheart died when they go to visit him, rather than for Elviot to explain his connection with death.

That was the plan, at least. However, when they arrive at the location where Lionheart was to die, the leonin seems, not fine, but also not dead.

Lionheart is still alive, even though he was supposed to die the day before. He is hugging Zed, ‘as Z has not revealed their -changeling- status to Lionheart yet, for some reason,’ but Elviot is standing a ways back, staring. He hears Lionheart describing the battle he experienced the day before, and how he barely survived the encounter, playing the action up for storytelling purposes, likely trying to get Zed to perform it later. Elviot draws his sword, and the two look over to him at the noise.

“Elviot?” Z asks, looking around. “Is there something coming? What's up?” Elviot is glad that Z has started to speak less formally around him, even though they will likely hate him after this.

“You were not supposed to survive that encounter, Lionheart.”

Z looks confused, but Lionheart seems to come to an understanding. Elviot had explained his connection to the leonin late one night, after he witnessed Elviot murder a random civilian for seemingly no reason.

“Oh, so you’re the one who makes sure the dead stay dead?”

“Yes. Sometimes people will survive their fated deaths, somehow, and that is not acceptable. I make sure they can’t interfere with the fate of the world with their lives.”

“It was my time, then?” Lionheart.

“Yes. And you… survived.” Elviot.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Z.

“You should head inside, Z. Unless you want to witness Lionheaert die.” Elviot.

“You’re going to kill him?” Z.

“Yes. My God requires his death, it was fated.” Elviot,

“It is alright, Zed. I knew that Elviot would likely be the one to kill me one day.” Lionheart.

Z stares at Lionheart, before staring at Elviot. Something in their mind seems to click, as they suddenly nod, mouth ‘forbidden love type shit’ and heads inside. “I’m going to take your gold, Sir Lionheart.”

“Feel free to have it all, Lord Zed.”

Then, it is just the two of them, alone. Elviot walks up to Lionheart, his sword firmly grasped in his hand. Lionheart smiles at him, and removes his armor, making it easier for Elviot to kill him.

“Go ahead, Elviot. I know I have no chance when it comes to you and your God.”

Elviot nods, finding it difficult to speak for some reason. He lifts his sword, and sets it atop Lionheart's heart. Lionheart smiles at him, remorseful, and with a hint of something Elviot cannot, could not name, inside his eyes. He pulls the sword back, and lunges it into the leonin's chest.

The sword gets stuck, tearing through the muscles and hitting the heart, but not coming back through. The squelch of skin splitting has never been this loud to Elviot, and he can feel the slight shift of the sword as Lionheart heaves. Adrenalin is always hard to fight against, no matter how prepared you think you are for death. You always try to fight it. It is why Elviot is needed. It is why Elviot has a purpose. Lionheart squeezes his eyes shut, he is heaving, and one of his hands has grasped Elviots, but he neither pulling nor pushing it. He is holding the sword in place, simply, with a smile on his grimacing face. Blood starts to dribble out of his mouth, and he seems to be trying to say something, but Elviot finds himself unable to hear it, for some reason.

The two stand like that for what feels like a lifetime. Lionheart dying on Elviots sword, smiling. Suddenly, his body lurches forward, his eyes vacant, and Elviot is able to remove the sword. He stands over the body of Lionheart, simply staring at him it. He goes to sheathe his sword, moving on autopilot, before a hand stops him. Z is standing next to him, holding a cloth, and frowning at him.

Right. Blood is on his sword, and if he doesn’t clean it, it could rust his sword. Z takes his sword from him, and seems to be asking him a question, but his ears are still buzzing, for some reason, and they seem to realize he can’t hear them. They move him away from Lionheart, his boss, his friend, the body and hand him a waterskin. They move out of Elviots view for a while, before coming back holding a small viol filled with something, and his sword cleaned.

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Elviot stares at the viol of blood. Z had bottled it for him, without saying anything, and placed it on a string. “A necklace,” they said, “He’ll be with you forever, this way.”

He stares at the viol, and feels the connection of his God growing in strength. It seems like he was put through a test, and he passed. He does not know why his God felt like this test was needed, nor why he was so affected by Lionheart's this one's death. But he does not question his God. He just serves him, as he loves to do. He is told to do something, and does it, simple as that. He puts the viol around his neck. While Z does not know about the fact he collects things of those he kills for his God to wear, they still did this for him. Maybe they are aware, they are rather observant, and it isn’t like Elviot hides what he does very much. He tries to ignore the fact that this is the first time he’s killed someone for his God in front of Z, and so they wouldn’t have known of this tradition.

Elviot closes his eyes, preparing to trance, and finds his memories dragging him into their depths.

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They were both camping. They were roasting marshmallows, and Lionheart- he was talking about how the total number of insect species vary considerably, suggesting that there are perhaps some 5.5 million insect species in existence. This was one of the first memories Elviot had of him, where he had not yet realized how endearing- annoying Lionheart- him discussing insects could be. He still remembers the way the fire had reflected off his eyes, making them have a honey like sheen. The way Lionheart’s- his voice was lilting and would occasionally rumble when he got excited.

There was another time, when they were simply meeting up after a month apart. They were walking towards each other, and Lionheart- he had this giant grin on his face. Elviot remembers feeling himself smile, however small, back at him. That smile had stayed on his face the whole time they were together that day.

He was sick, another time. Elviot barely remembers that day. All he knows about it was that he was sick enough that he was unable to meet Lionheart- him like they were planning to. He remembers fleeting moments, blurry moments, where he could have sworn he felt Lionheart’s hands brushing his hair, and Lionnhearts face smiling gently at him.

Memories pass through Elviots mind as he rests, and he feels something wet sliding along his cheeks. He remembers that night. Many instances of him and Lionheart hanging out together. Then he remembers a conversation him and Z had, back when they first met each other.

“He’s not… he is not my friend.”

“He’s not? You guys seem close to each other, are you… more than friends?”

“He’s my boss, I do things that make him happy, and I care for him.”

He remembers instances where Z would try to leave the two of them alone together, and has a sudden realization.

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

#doomed yaoi #angst #hurt no comfort #lionheart is the npc #right people wrong time #mythic odysseys #fanfic #dungeons and dragons #i spent three hours on this #Elviots player asked for this #and did not expect it to happen #they cried #9lives

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bunnieswithknives · 1 month

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hey in ur peri animatic: (https://youtu.be/OCqlRuDaXYU?si=K52WDu_vw9rg7chz) that I have been permanently obsessed over since today and have watched about 20 times by now so much that I have drawn & posted stuff based on it what was that partial bug form peri had?

I haven’t watched either of the show btw so if it’s explained in the show please tell me plsssss

OK, SO the bug thing is not technically canon to the series. It's based on my own headcanons for fairy biology, but i do have justifications for it!! Fairies have very strong shape-shifting abilities, so it would make sense that the form they show to humans isn't necessarily their true form(not to mention extreme that mimicry is very common in insects). And you want to know the visible traits almost every fairy has in common? Being very small with Insect-like wings.

The fact that their humanoid form isn't their true form in actually confirmed in the show! Cosmo and Wanda are revealed to look like biblically accurate pseudo-angels in the museum episode. (I say pseudo angels because the Flaming Sword of Eden is only debatably sentient and I don't think is considered an angel. Ophanim are also debatably not angels because they don't have wings (sorry for the angel tangent I like angels))

So wouldn't their true forms be angelic then? Well, yes. But I like bugs so. Also I have more headcanons to justify myself. I like to think that they have both a true-true form (incomprehensible to the human brain, probably exists mostly in a dimension invisible to us, that looks how we imagine biblically accurate angels), and a fairy form (which is visible to humans but is naturally very insect like and tends to scare people). So, in order to interact with humans, they have to learn to shapeshift into a humanoid form but will occasionally slip if they get too relaxed/aren't careful, hence the mandibles coming out when he yawns!

The reason they struggle so much more with human forms than the animals or objects they typically turn into is that, well, they aren't trying to convince those animals or objects. The more human they try to look, the harder it is to keep up convincingly. If you turn into a really uncanny squirrel, only other squirrels will notice. If you turn into a really uncanny human, they form a lynch mob and burn you at the stake.