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fe-fictions · 1 year ago

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Can you maybe write/repost the dimileth pregnapping? It was my favorite :3 all of those byleth gets kidnapped while pregnant prompts were all rlly good but obvi the ones that had my best boys dimi, felix, and claude were my faves

(Aaah thank you!! Yes, please enjoy the reposting of the dimileth pregnapping! U V U )

One week.

‘Save me, Dimitri.’

Two.

‘Save us, Dimitri.’

Three.

‘How can you not keep your own wife safe?’

Four weeks.

‘Your own child?’

One month. Then two.

‘We needed you, Dimitri. You weren’t here.’

Two months and two weeks.

‘We needed you and now we’re going to die because you weren’t strong enough. You killed your family, Dimitri. You killed the last people who loved you.’

Three months.

The king, whom all had thought returned to his senses, was slowly, slowly…devolving into madness, once more.

He was becoming a nightmare, a pale, trembling, unkempt, feral shell of a man. Every day that passed and he hadn’t brought you home…it was taking a serious toll on his body.

He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep.

His wife had been kidnapped, right from under his nose.

The day had been a blur.

You had only just told him of your pregnancy, that you were two months along and everything was good. That Mercedes suspected it would be a boy. A son.

Dimitri would be the father of your son.

He was over the moon; nothing could have made him happier in that moment.

Then it all was shattered. You were returning to the monastery, and you hadn’t even made it half-way. A bloodied soldier had crawled back to the capital, wailing that the queen had been captured, her caravan massacred.

He and a few others were the only ones who survived.

It hadn’t even been a day. Dimitri had lost you in the span of a few hours.

And now, months had crawled past, and they still hadn’t found you.

He was an absolute wreck, and it showed. Dedue, who stood faithfully by his side, eyed the king warily as he stood over the maps of Fodlan, his hands clawed into the table as he stared at them madly, searching frantically for some place they hadn’t yet searched.

“What do I have to do…? What must I sacrifice before I find her? What more can I do?!”

“Milord, you have done everything you can. All we have is the scouts, now. We must wait for their return, and then-”

“I can’t wait any longer!!” Dimitri bellowed, his hands raked through his hair as the panic overwhelmed him once again. “She’s out there- she’s out there, dead, for all we know, because I sent her off! I should never have let her leave. I should have kept her here, where she’s safe! I condemned her to death! I condemned our child!!”

“You couldn’t have known, milord-”

“I should have!!” His fists slammed against the table, and he crumbled. He broke down, again. “I…should have been the one to…”

“It couldn’t have been you, boar.”

Felix’s voice came from the doorway, a few other comrades watching with concern as Dimitri fell apart, once again.

“It’s those mages. They don’t care about you- they want Byleth’s blood. They did what they had to in order to get it. So for the love of gods, stop blaming yourself.”

“Felix…you know not of what you speak. I am the king- my power is absolute. Yet even that wasn’t enough to protect my own wife from certain death!!”

“You can’t know that she’s dead, Dimitri!” Annette argued, “Y-you can’t take that on yourself, not until you see it. But you won’t!! She’s not gone!!”

“And how…how could you possibly know that?” He hissed, looking to her with a glare that seemed to practically dare her to answer with anything but the correct words.

She stepped forward, producing one of your headpieces. A small, humble circlet, one that Dimitri had given her in the throws of war. One that you treasured and wore constantly, a sweet reminder of how dear his gifts were, to you.

One that now glowed with a strange aura, of a spell that Annette had cast.

“It’s a long shot, but…Mercedes and I found a spell in one of the library’s older tomes. A tracking spell. If we use this, we’ll be able to trace Byleth’s essence and find out exactly where they’re keeping her!”

“What…?” Dimitri stared at her, at a loss for words. He wanted so badly to scream at her. “Why…w-why didn’t you tell me this before? Why did you wait four damned months to show me-”

“Enough!!” Felix snapped at him, “You’re out of your mind!! You think she was keeping that from you?! That she didn’t want you to know about it?! You think she wants to lose Byleth?! Find your head, you damn brute! She’s trying to save your wife!! She’s done more to help you than your constant abuse ever did!!”

“…How dare you say that to-”

“Can it.” He growled, “We’re going to find your wife. If you don’t calm down and find your sense, then you can stay here and pout like the brat you are.”

“Felix, he’s not a brat.” Mercedes chided him weakly, “He’s worried about her.”

“He’s taking it out on us, again. Just like before. I’m not going to stand for it. Either you find your head, or you stay here and wait.”

Felix knew he should’ve been beheaded, at this point. No one should talk to the king like that, and yet…someone had to do it.

Dimitri could only stare in awe, at a loss for words at the brash, cold confidence of his friend. Someone who had the guts to tell him to suck it up.

To silence the voices in his head.

He didn’t have to listen to them.

He wouldn’t.

He had let himself be distracted by them long enough. All he could think about was their words, the demons berating him for losing his beloved. But what good did it do?

Dimitri exhaled shakily, giving a solemn nod. “No, he’s…right.”

“W-what?”

“He’s right. Callous and cruel…but he’s right.” Dimitri swallowed, “I want to go. I must. Byleth needs me. Pouring over maps and sending out scouts, praying for an answer…I’ve done this for too long. If that spell brings me straight to Byleth, then…I’ll take it.”

Felix scoffed, motioning for Dimitri to join them.

“Then let’s get moving.”

Annette had everything ready to go within moments. Lysithea had come to lend a hand with her magic skill, Mercedes and Marianne, everyone who knew anything about the darker arts (even if it was just a pinch or even less), pouring all their power into tracking you down.

Another day couldn’t pass. It wouldn’t.

Dimitri watched as they worked, having found his lance and holding it tightly, his silent gaze boring holes into their backs as he waited.

One hour.

‘It won’t work.’

Two.

‘You won’t find us in time. You’ve wasted so much, already.’

Three hours, four.

‘Our blood is on your hands, beloved. Our blood is-’

“There she is!!!”

He rocketed up from his seat, striding to the soothsayer’s bowl they had been slaving over. There, in the mist that emanated from your circlet…a base.

Small, underground, and undoubtedly in the former Empire’s territory.

But you were there.

His hand came to his mouth, finding your image in the smoke.

You were huddled in a corner, your hands held against your middle. You had grown. The baby was growing. You were both alive.

Oh gods, you were still alive.

“She’s there…!” He breathed, brow furrowed as he tried to keep his composure. “Oh, goddess…w-we must go.”

“We don’t have a precise location…not yet. Give us a few minutes more.”

“That’s enough time to rally the troops.” Felix pointed out, and Dedue was turning on his heel, heading for the courtyards to gather the soldiers.

“Everyone, find your strongest armor. Your sharpest weapons! We will move forward the instant the queen is found! We wait no longer- we save her, today!!”

The Blue Lions had never been more proud of their king. That fire in his eyes, that of a king, of a husband…of a father…he was ready to put everything he had into bringing you home, no matter the cost. He wasn’t giving up.

He wasn’t going to let himself fall into the darkness.

He was bringing you home.

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The remains of the Adrestian Empire were little more than a shadow of its former greatness. Dimitri, however, was ready to turn it all to ash.

The base they had found was located deep below the earth, under what was once the royal family’s castle.

They moved quietly, and quickly down the steps, deep into the belly of the castle. They remained on high alert, silent until they found the first unfortunate Snake.

He was cut down just as the alarm was sounded.

Dimitri wasted no time forcing the Lions forward, barreling through the corridors and flooding the once grand creation with a mob of soldiers that wanted nothing than to destroy its remains.

You were here. Locked in a cell, cold and alone and afraid and hurt.

The mother of his child.

There wouldn’t be enough blood in the world to atone the crimes they committed against the king’s dearest love.

No, he cursed, tearing apart the prison once they found it.

No, he promised, ripping each cell door open as the others frantically tried to find the one you were in.

No.

“D…Dimitri…?”

Not anymore.

“Byleth??”

Your name was a gasp on his lips, and he rushed to the cell in the furthest corner, concealed in a darkness not even he could see through. Sylvain’s torch illuminated the place a moment later, and there you were.

In the flash and flicker of the flames, he saw you.

Oh, his poor wife.

He tore the door from its hinges with an inhuman sound, flinging it away. You could only stare at him, mouth falling open as he rushed to your side.

Tentatively, he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek. Was it a dream?

“Dimitri.”

Once, you called his name.

“Byleth…you’re…y-you’re here.”

“Dimitri…”

Twice.

His brow furrowed, the cloak falling around you both as he took you in, pulling you into his chest as he cradled you for the first time in months. Months.

“I’m here. We’re all here…we’re…here.”

“D-Dima…”

Three times.

He clung to you as you cried, tears of relief dripping down your cheeks. He held you as closely as possible, determined never to let you from his sight again.

Never to let such harm befall you.

For a few moments, all you could do was hang onto your husband, letting him gingerly turn you so that you leaned against his chest, so that the others could come to you and tend to your wounds.

Mercedes and Marianne tended you through tears of their own, thanking the Goddess that you were all right.

You were underweight considering how far along you were in the pregnancy, they had told you. But you weren’t too worried.

You knew Dedue would take care of you and fix that in no time.

Once you were cleared to walk, Dimitri had you draped in his cloak, its warmth a welcome comfort from the cold hell you had suffered through for so long.

Despite Flayn’s assurance that you would be fine, Dimitri still carried you from the dungeon, back into the light of the world.

He had let you go once, he explained bluntly, pressing on much to the exasperation and unamusement of some of his friends (Felix…Seteth…).

You pressed your face against his neck, clinging to the fabrics even as he mounted his steed, and began the journey home.

He had let you go, once, he murmured, his lips in your hair. He would never let it happen again. Not to either of you.

The promise was whispered, his hand against your baby bump, the other holding you close to his heart.

There would never be any fear of the Archbishop being stolen. Now that Dimitri was permanently posted by your side, and especially once your dearest son was born.

Nothing could pry him from you, come hell or high water.

Your guardian angel.

Your most precious lion.

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years ago

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FE3H: Felix x Reader {Territorial}

Premise: This war won’t take another thing from Felix, at least not on his own soil.

Part: (2/2) {Previous}

Warning: Angst, Loss, a lil fluff in this one

A week ago, all Felix knew was anger. It was not a village he spotted but the remnants of what remained of the army’s forces. They had driven off the Empire from assaulting further into Fargeus territory, but the battle overall was a massive loss. The list of casualties was long, and if they hadn’t remained to scout the are then perhaps two generals would be on it as well. He had failed.

The moment he arrived at the encampment (Y/N) fell into a deep slumber. In the care of whatever healers that had survived, she managed to survive the trip back to the monastery without issue. He was grateful, but the words caught in his throat. He watched as a collective sigh of relief overtook the camp when word of her stabilizing spread. To be respected by one’s subordinates was expected, but she had earned their companionship. He felt a surge of pride that soon turned to self-hatred. A moment later and these troops would have lost their leader.

He had no need to deliver news to the Professor or the Boar. They met him at the gates and their expressions said they knew it all. Instead of standing around for a useless pep talk, he pushed through to the training hall. No one followed or tried to stop him. At some point Ashe came to inform him of (Y/N)’s care status. Still asleep, and now in Manuela’s clinic. Pitiful.

“Felix, will you not join us for dinner?” after two days the professor came. Despite his own healing injuries, he still trained. For hours, until he’d go sit outside the clinic overnight. The guards on duty weren’t enough in his opinion and no one dared to argue.

“No”

He swiped at the training dummy, adding another to a collection of many gashes.

“I understand that you’re worried about (Y/N), but you can’t neglect yourself. She wouldn’t want this,” They said, and Felix felt the hatred from the week before resurface. With a strangled grunt he threw the sword down at the ground. They had no right to put words in her mouth, especially ones he knew were true. True, and that was the issue.

“Don’t act like you understand when you don’t! You will never understand until-” He caught himself. Byleth remained quiet in wait for his answer, but he could only clutch his head in frustration. This wasn’t a talk to have with his teacher.

“Never mind,” he sighed, “I’m out of here, don’t follow me,” he stormed past before they could say more. Instead of heading to the mess hall, Felix walked straight to Manuela’s clinic. He ignored any who tried to speak with him, and honestly didn’t have it in him to feel even remotely guilty.

Just as he was about to enter the clinic his steps halted; one hand outstretched towards the handle. Despite the battle being over for over a week not once had he visited her. He tried. Each night Manuela would leave the door open for him, and each night his hand would hover near the doorknob. Something about seeing her so lifeless, so fragile; it stopped him every time.

He almost turns to sit on the floor again, but the door opened without him needing to do so. For a second Manuela gasps at his unkept appearance, before grinning and yanking him inside.

“Felix dear! I was just on my way to find you. (Y/N), he’s right here!” She sang out while pushing him towards a cot hidden behind a screen-divider. There was a faint shadow on it illuminated by candlelight. She was awake, and he didn’t know how to feel.

“You two lovebirds take a moment to talk. I will be in professor Hannamen’s office if you need anything,” Manuela said, leaving and shutting the door behind her. He needed to leave before something bad happened. He wasn’t ready to face this yet. Not only mentally, but physically. He hadn’t shaved since the battle and was sweaty from training. She was the last person he would want to look at him.

“Felix? Why are you so far away?” his heart thumped in his chest. Any tension he was feeling before faded away at her voice. The last time they spoke it was laced with death. It haunted his dreams to where he almost forgot how beautiful the sound was. Escape was impossible, something he realized as the shadow moved. Before she could get up, he crossed the screen barrier.

“I was just man-handled by Manuela. Even I need time to recuperate sometimes,” he grumbled and stood at the edge of her bed. At the sound of her laugh his gaze drew to her face. Dark circles painted her eyes despite being asleep for so long, and she had a bedhead worse for wear. It reminded him of when they would study together for tests as teens. He’d complain about the hassle, she’d force him to stay, and somehow, they both would end up not learning anything. Simply aggravating the librarian and losing sleep over nothing.

“Sorry,” her laugh ended. He didn’t know what else to say. What else could he say in a situation like this? His face soured, something she clearly took note of. He averted his attention to the low-burned candle.

“Well? How do you feel?” he asked, albeit in a less sincere tone than he felt.

“Alright. A bit stiff and sore, but nothing too serious,” she stretched while speaking. Felix was not stupid. A wound like hers would not go without side effects. Despite the lie he tried to remain neutral.

“Good,” and so a pregnant silence overtook them. He closed his eyes, resting for what felt like the first time in weeks.

“When I woke up, Manuela said a week had passed. Is that true?” She asked, and he could sense her nerves. The familiar bubbling in his gut began to appear, and he clenched his fists.

“Yeah,”

“…my soldiers?”

“Alive, they were relived to see you safe. You have a good platoon,” He did not lie. His men were not his friends, and he liked it that way. Comradery was not his strong suit, but to know she had people at her side put him at ease. He peered an eye open in time to see her slouch against the bedframe. No doubt they were first on her mind after awaking.

“I know. They’re good people,” She smiled. A faint one, yet still enough to almost make him mimic it. He was close until his eye caught the bandages around her neck. Most were hidden under thin sheets, but he knew. He knew what was there and did not know what to do. They were a reminder, and the scars underneath a forever momento. She caught his glare, and instinctively reached to cradle them. The bubbling grew to a boil.

“Could you say something? Anything?” she burst out in the silence, “Yell at me, scream at me, tell me I’m stupid or that you hate me? I don’t regret what I did Felix, but you need to talk to me,” her words were desperate and broke his stare from the bandage. He watched her form tuck in as she took a deep breath, yet he still could not find the right words. She knew how he felt about other people protecting him. That was his kill, his fight, and his wound. She knew, yet she went and did something so-so her.

“You want me to talk to you?!” he seethed and pushed off the wall, “Do you-“She shrunk back into the bedframe but he couldn’t stop. Not on his own.

“Do you have any idea what you put me through?! That was not your place! You are not allowed to die!”

His words caused her to pause. She unfolded, and he knew that look after so many arguments together. Her eyes squinted at him as she raised to sit straight on her knees. Fire that made her the fighter he fell for, and one the soldiers obeyed.

“And how is that fair?! I’ve said it before, and I will say it again: we are a team

Felix! If I can’t die, then you can’t either! Do you honestly think I could have lived with myself if you disappeared?!” she yelled. Their voices echoed on the clinic’s walls and bounced around the room. Rebuttal after rebuttal they continued to argue until the candlelight had dimmed to nearly visible. He watched as tears pricked her eyes and wondered how his own face looked. At some point she had moved closer to him, to where he could almost smell the medicinal herbs used in the various treatments she’d undergone. Over and over she insisted on his importance. Of how great a warrior he is, how his friends needed him, how the country needed him; she didn’t understand. What about him? What about what he wanted? He did what he chose, not what was expected. He’d sooner die for himself, then let her die because of other people.

He would not let his father say those words again. Not for himself, and surly not for her.

“You would have gotten over it. Everyone does, death is natural,” his voice calmed as she grew even nearer to the bed’s end. The bubbling simmered, and he reached out towards a strand of her hair. Matted, a bit worn, but soft.

“…Felix?” his hand soon moved to her cheek. One he caressed many times over in private. Her lips drew taught, yet she still leaned into his touch.

“If I die, I will do it fighting for what I believe in (Y/N). Not as a mindless solider,” he said, ending the argument. Normally he would leave her to think on her own, just as he’s done with everyone else. He doesn’t like explaining himself and has always thought people were too self-absorbed to understand his way of life. His father for one barely tried beyond pleasantries. Yet, he wanted her to. The way her hand came to rest over his own showed that she did too.

“I did what I wanted. I fight because I love you, I love our friends, and I love our home …not for anything else. You know that” she whispered. Her arms came to wrap around his neck, and he pulled her in. He did know and it made his gut wrench. It twisted in fear for losing her like he lost his brother and for failing himself; yet, at the same time hearing her words made him happy. Her wounds may have been because of him, but they were partially for the same reason he fought. Maybe she didn’t enjoy the excitement of battle like he did, but her cause was her own, not of a higher power.

“I love you, and I would do it all over again”

“Stupid…I love you too”

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walker-journal · 4 years ago

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Brother On Ice: End (Adam Solo- POTW)

Participants: Adam Walker (Hunter), Cassidy Ross (NPC Human), James Ross (???)

Context: After escaping the hospital attack, Adam and Cassidy go to where he buried Adam to find out the truth.

Content Warnings: Parental Bereavement, Slight Body Horror (Monster Transformation), Disease (late stage Apoleia Dynamis), Sorry this got long ~,~

The shovel crunched through the first layer of frost before sinking into the hard packed earth beneath. The abrupt sound was like a gunshot in the forest clearing’s quiet. The old tree’s bare branches stretched out above Adam, their jagged silhouettes standing out like black veins across the starry sky. Adam blinked falling snowflakes out of his eyelids before looking to Cassidy in a silent requisition for permission to break ground on what might be her son.

Cassidy Ross nodded firmly despite the dread gripping her features. They had to finish this.

Even after the boar that’d torn through the hospital after them had abruptly faded into the night, Adam and Cassidy had just kept on driving. They’d parked the tusk-shredded truck in a small clearing within jogging distance of the Delta Iota Epsilon dorms, both too desperate for answers to considered heading to safety. Adam had carried Cassidy towards the scene of his crime and her son’s grave, gently laying the hospital escapee beneath the great barren tree before getting to work with a shovel.

“So you grabbed some weapons to go try to save James from....a monster?”

Adam grunted in affirmation to Cassidy’s question while hefting dirt from a steadily growing hole, long since reached the point where he was running on pure adrenaline.

“A monster,” Cassidy tried the word again as she tried to keep her own ribs injuries still against the tree trunk’s bracing surface. She was dead exhausted, but not so far gone that Cassidy could take refuge in doubting her senses. “Like that thing in the hospital...and the one that grabbed me.”

A one-eyed cat tread on silent paws to the clearing’s perimeter, white coat melding with the snowfall as it impassively watched this midnight desecration.

“Yeah,” confirmed Adam as he descended waist deep into the hole. “I tried to reach James but…’

“You were too late,” finished Cassidy for him, a huskiness at the edge of her voice. “It’s alright Adam.” Cassidy took in a deep shuddering breath, wincing as her broken ribs spasmed again. “From how you brought me to the hospital and got me out from that thing, I know you did everything for James.” Cassidy looked towards the darkness beyond the treeline as if made uneasy by the feeling of being watched. “The way he is now...that’s not your fault.”

The temptation to just let that be the story gripped Adam like a vice. It’d be so easy. She’d even said it, not him, offered Adam a merciful way out.

An hour stretched on as Adam dug deeper and deeper, vanishing into hole. Apoleia Dynamis wracked Adam’s body with tremors that grew steadily worse. The soul-deep ache that gnawed away Adam’s powers flared to feverish intensity as the Hunter’s sense self wrestled against the inertia of another lie about who he was, what he’d done. Soon Adam couldn’t even hold the shovel anymore, bleeding hands clenched into fists against a wall of wet grave-dirt.

“No, that’s not what happened,” he managed.

Cassidy’s wane face appeared above the pit’s rim.

“James is dead, I killed him,” Adam blurted in a burst of words, as if trying to get them out before Caissy or his own dread could stop him. “I was f-fighting it, but James tried to help and got in the way…”

“No,” Cassidy croaked, shaking her head in a sway of disheveled sandy curls as if begging him to stop before the inevitable. Perhaps Cassidy had already guessed the truth in the hospital room, but Adam pushed on past the point of clemency.

“I had too much to drink and my reflexes weren’t…I cut him apart”

“Adam, you bastard y-you waited a whole fucking y-year to tell me this? Just let me worry, wonder if my son was coming back, was dead, or if even he,” she couldn’t bear to finish the other possibilities that come to her in the darkest points of sleepless nights. “You knew the whole time! Adam you spineless fucking coward! How could…,” eventually the words were choked off as furious despair wracked her body beyond the capacity of speech.

“Yeah,” Adam said simply, not bothering with excuses.

A mother’s rasping sobs and the scrapping of a shovel were the only sounds for a long while until Adam uncovered the answer they’d come for at last. “This was were I buried him”

Cassidy tore her red-rimmed eyes away from the treeline to look down into the open grave. Adam stood over an unearthed corpse. Even through decomposition the letterman jacket, tiny details of clothing, hint of sandy curls, and hint of familiar features made the truth undeniable.

There’d been no miracle.

Cassidy’s world spun as she looked back towards the treeline. “If he’s... but...then what is that?”

The white cat had begun to twist and distend as it sauntered across the clearing. In an eye-blink a white python slithered in its place, then a boar, a white dog, until James was dressed in letterman jacket and jeans as if about to set off for the championship afterparty again with Adam. His eyes were closed and features serene as if in deep sleep, but an enormous eye swiveled in the folds of a bloody gash down the middle of his chest.

“We made it,” Adam asserted as he tried to haul himself out of the grave pit, but that weakness seemed to be washing over everything now. “You said back at the hospital you’ve been having nightmares and sleeping walking for over a year now. So have I and...”

“What? What!” Cassidy looked between the man-slaughtering college student and the grotesque simulacrum of her dead son, as if unable to decide which was lay the greater insanity. “No! What are you even saying?”

Night by restless night, that Alp had been built by each nightmare of James Ross. Every guilty thought, endless ‘what if’ scenarios pondered in quiet hours, unanswered questions, and pained reminiscence had woven strands in the formless Astral plane. Eventually that fever dream had grown so intense that pure thought had transubstantiated into the physical world, drawn to those who’d given it form.

The thing’s skin peeled and rotted away as he reached the edge of the real James’ grave. Flesh, clothing, and false features sloughed off into pale vapor as its form bulged beyond any semblance of James’ shape. An immense decomposing figure cast mother and grave into shadow. The only light seemed to come from the great luminous that emerged from the nightmare being’s chest to regard its creators with an air of expectancy.

Adam finally managed to heft himself out of the grave, but the final stages of Apoleia Dynamis had robbed even the strength to get off his knees. So he stumbled and crawled towards the enormous Alp, leaving a trail of scarlet strain across the pale snow. “I couldn’t save you,” he admitted meeting the giant cursed eye sent a tide of feverish hallucinations swimming through the Hunter’s vision. “I was supposed t-to watch out for y-you, be the protector, but I fucked up. I’m just like them...a killer who couldn’t c-control himself when it counted…”

The rotting giant raised a massive fist high over its shriveled head and brought it down with hammering force.

Adam’s vision went dark as Cassidy threw her arms around him, fighting through the pain to cross the distance over to embrace her son’s killer. Cassidy could never forgive any of this, but there had been enough death. It wouldn’t bring him back or fit this ragged hole inside. Cassidy looked up at the cadaverous giant with a spirit that had been sick and afraid for so long that eventually even nightmares had dry. All that was left of what she’d never had the chance to say one last time.

“I love you James.”

Adam had tensed for the impact, the pain of cracking bones before the blankness that’d come after. But he still felt only Cassidy's shoulders shaking in sobs and the gossamer touch of hundreds of white butterflies descending onto the snow. He kept waiting for death, but only winter quiet pervaded. Minutes passed. Even the infinitesimal sounds of wingbeats faded until Adam and Cassidy were completely alone.

In long desolate silence that followed Adam would be too busy retrieving James' remains and filling in the grave to realize all his wounds had closed. Everything seemed fucked beyond saving. Yet for the first time in a year, Adam’s sleep was dreamless.

#eesh it was a thing #solo #winter wonderfest #brother on ice

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kumeko · 3 years ago

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A/N: For Crossed Realms zine! I decided to crossover with FF15 and do the rewrite I always wanted to fix the tonal issues I had with the game.

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i. Dedue

The prince was angry. Dedue knew that intuitively, could feel the rage rolling off Dimitri in waves. It was not obvious to most people—even his retainers and childhood friends couldn’t always recognize the conflicting emotions that constantly shimmered under the prince’s skin. Then again, Dimitri tended to hide his true emotions behind his manners. Even now, as they walked through the halls, the maids and household staff bowing as they passed, Dimitri didn’t let his rage show. He greeted each one with a smile, thanking them for their work. It could be forgiven if they thought he was in a good mood.

Yet, Dedue knew better. Dimitri’s hand was curled into a fist, his shoulders square, his footsteps slightly louder than they needed to be. All of his innate strength seeped out of him in the smallest of ways, barely restrained. Dedue had often wondered just how much minuscule damage the castle could take, how many generations had released their anger onto its sturdy bricks.

Still, there was no point in asking his highness about it. Experience had taught him that Dimitri wouldn’t talk about it until they were alone. Fortunately, it didn’t take them long to reach a deserted hallway, utterly clear of any eavesdroppers.

Immediately, Dimitri’s smile dropped, his pace slowing slightly. His brow furrowed and each step sent off a wave of tremors. “This is ridiculous,” he finally uttered.

This was the chance he’d been waiting for. Dedue clasped his hands behind his back. “What is, your highness?”

Dimitri gave him a sharp look. “I thought you agreed to drop formalities when we are alone?”

“I...” Dedue swallowed, remembering. His tongue felt heavy as he repeated, “What is, Dimitri?”

He smiled sunnily before the clouds reappeared once more. “This sham of an engagement.”

Dedue blinked, surprised. Over the years, he had occasionally caught Dimitri in a forlorn mood, longing staring out his windows in the direction of Garreg Mach. It hadn’t taken long to guess just whohe had thought of in those quiet moments or why he would smile sadly when alone. “I thought you wanted to marry Byleth.”

Immediately, Dimitri coloured. “That…it’s not that I don’t…” Utterly red, the anger washed off him for a moment and he ducked his head bashfully. His voice softened. “It’s not that.”

“Then…what is the problem, Dimitri?” He could live to a hundred and not be used to saying the prince’s name, to acting like their positions meant nothing.

The smile dropped, though Dimitri’s cheeks remained slightly flushed. Clearing his throat, he stood straight once more, though his anger was far less palpable than before. “I shouldn’t leave my country. Not now, when the Empire could crush us at any minute.” His jaw tightened. “I should stay and protect my people. My marriage…it is nothing compared to my duties.”

Gently, Dedue squeezed Dimitri’s stiff shoulders. “This will protect your people. Byleth is the archbishop, after all. Once she arrives in Faerghus, we will be under her protection.”

“I…” Dimitri softened once more, no doubt thinking about her. “I wish I didn’t have to rely on her for this, that I could protect us with my own strength.”

“You have,” Dedue replied firmly, shaking his head slowly. He would never be able to describe how he felt when Dimitri had grabbed his hands all those years ago, dragging a poor refugee from the slums to the castle. “And you will. This will reduce bloodshed and possibly deter the empire. There might not be a war.”

“Still...” Dimitri shifted uneasily before stilling entirely. “I wish I did not have to involve her in this at all. That our marriage was not based on this need. Besides, while this is all true, Ido not need to escort her here. You or Ingrid could guide her here—I do not want to leave my people in a time like this.”

Dedue shook his head. He never understood why Dimitri always complicated matters like this, why it was always so hard for him to accept the simple truths in life. Then again, the prince had often said the same about him, and perhaps they were both obtuse in their own ways.

“Her archbishop needs protection to reach here, protection that only you can give. I am not strong enough to protect her.” Dedue smiled sadly, more than aware of how weak he truly was. Compared to the strength of Dimitri’s other guards, nobles who had trained their entire lives to protect the crown, his own powers were paltry. The most protection he could provide was as a shield.

Dimitri’s frown grew deeper, unable to refute that. “I suppose.”

“I am certain she is looking forward to this too. She wants to see you,” Dedue added. It was a half lie. From what little he’d heard and seen of Byleth, it was impossible to read her emotions. But he’d seen the letters they’d exchanged, carried by an invisible, sardonic goddess. Dimitri’s safe was full of them, biweekly letters carried throughout the years.

That had to mean something.

“That’s not why I—” Dimitri flushed once more, the red reaching his ears now.

Dedue rarely disagreed with Dimitri if he could help it. Yet, in matters of his prince’s happiness or safety, he had to intervene. “Despite the pretenses leading to the engagement, it is also real.”

For a second, hope crossed Dimitri’s face. Then, just as quickly, it disappeared, leaving behind a cold expression. Teeth clenched, lips in a straight line, eyes hard—Dedue felt a shiver run up his spine as he slowly looked down the hallway. There was only one person in the castle who caused such a reaction.

Dimitri’s uncle walked toward them, his steps echoing in the hall.

Another good reason to get Dimitri out of the castle. Dedue wanted to take him as far from that man as possible.

ii. Felix

Under a blazing sun, crystal clear waves lapped a sandy beach. Birds trilled as they flew from palm tree to palm tree, and fish swam under the sparkly waters. In the distance, sea gulls cried.

This was paradise.

Felix hated it. An utterly frivolous tourist destination, Rhodos Coast wasn’t the kind of place he’d visit on his own if he had a choice. If he wanted to relax, he’d have stayed home. There was nothing calming about the way the sand burned beneath his rear as he sat. Unfortunately, he was alone in this thought; the rest of his companions were happily scattered along the beach.

“How can you be so grumpy even here?” Sylvain bemoaned, crouching in front of Felix. Dressed in swimming trunks and with a fruity drink in hand, he looked like he was at a party and not part of a prince’s guard. “This place is beautiful!”

The bastard was just out of reach for punch, but not for a sword. Felix contemplated the merit of sullying his blade with the wastrel’s blood. “This is a waste of time,” he growled.

“How?” Sylvain’s eyes widened, his expression guileless. Felix knew better than to believe that. “We’re relaxing.”

“We are supposed to get the archbishop,” Felix replied sharply, irritated. It wasn’t like this pretense of a mission wasn’t a waste of time anyways. No matter how important Byleth was, she didn’t need five people to retrieve her. Even if she did, with the boar prince around, they didn’t need the sword, spear, and shield of Faerghus all gathered together. “Not party.”

“We’re here for an engagement, this is a bachelor party,” Sylvain corrected smoothly, rolling his eyes. He stood up now and stared down at Felix. “You can have a little fun without the world ending.”

“And you can have a little less fun without dying,” Ingrid retorted, standing behind him. Her sleeves were rolled up, her usually neat braid slightly mused. She held a crab in hand and he didn’t have to ask to know she’d caught it herself. Unlike the idiot, she at least was still in her uniform, albeit a more relaxed version. Her jacket was nowhere in sight, her collar loosened, and with her sleeves and pants all rolled up, she might as well have changed clothing.

Sylvain groaned, turning his head as Ingrid dropped the crab into Dimitri’s fish bucket. She’d probably catch more than the prince did, considering how impatient he was.

“Come on, Ingrid, not you too.” He looked at her pleadingly, eyes wide, lip jutted out in a pout. It was a look that worked on most. “We’re at the beach! It won’t kill us to have a little fun.”

However, a lifetime had given Ingrid immunity to Sylvain’s begging. She rested her hand on her hip, frowning. “Look, Sylvain, this isn’t a vacation. We’re catching the ferry for Garreg Mach tomorrow. Could you please take this a little more seriously, before you offend some noble?”

“We’re going to war anyways,” Felix replied, shrugging at the worry. “Who cares how it was triggered?”

“Felix.” Ingrid changed her focus to him and gave him the grumpiest look. At least it wasn’t her glare.

“You two are terrible, I would never start a war.” Sylvain clutched his chest, faking shock. Getting over the betrayal rapidly, he smiled sunnily at them once more. “We’re taking a break today, remember?”

“Just because we’re waiting for the ferry,” Felix corrected.

“And this is Dimitri’s last day as a bachelor,” he continued, ignoring Felix entirely. “We have to throw him a bachelor party, guys—sure, maybe he can’t have a stripper or any of those fun things, but still. It’s the principle that matters.”

“This is what you preserve your principles for?” Ingrid hissed, unable to contain herself.

“You’re the only one who cares,” Felix replied at the same time.

“Dimitri cares,” Sylvain argued back, gesturing at the prince. “He’ll only get married once. Probably. And shouldn’t we make this a memorable time for him?”

Felix and Ingrid followed Sylvain’s arm to where Dimitri stood in the shallows of the lake, his pants rolled up as he slowly walked parallel to the shoreline. Noticing their stares, Dimitri waved at them invitingly, a smile on his face. By his side, a slightly tense Dedue glanced around warily, as though a monster would pop out of the depths and eat Dimitri alive.

“Well…” Ingrid softened. As usual. Sylvain’s charms might never have worked on her, but he’d always been good at persuasion. “I suppose it’ll make him happy…”

Felix rolled his eyes, not falling for his childhood friend’s usual tricks. “This is a waste of time,” he repeated. The prince would also smile when he saw Byleth, if that’s what they were after.

“Party pooper,” Sylvain sniped, and that was the only warning Felix got before a bucket of water showered him from above, drenching him entirely.

Felix sat there for a long second, his clothes clinging to his body like a second skin, before leaping to his feet. “SYLVAIN.”

No one would complain if they ‘lost’ Sylvain. It wasn’t like they needed him to protect the prince after all.

iii. Ingrid

Ingrid knew the sound of death. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn’t choked tears or heart-wrenching wails. Those came after, when a person processed what had happened, when people tried to put words to their feelings. The sound of death was just this: utter silence.

She had experienced it once, long ago, when the Empire had attacked. They had fended off the soldiers, protecting Dimitri, but not before his parents died. Not before Glen, Felix’s brother, her fiancé, died. It had been silent then as well, when she’d received the news. Everything froze, time stood still, and Ingrid had heard the deafening roar of silence before Sylvain had grabbed her, hugging her tight.

Her ears rang now too as she stood on a ridge overlooking the Faerghus capital. Sylvain was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him, couldn’t hear anything as she stared at the smouldering ruins of her home. When she’d heard the news at the docks, that the Empire had attacked, she hadn’t believed it. How could they have struck the heart of Faerghus again? After everything they’d done to bolster its protections?

And yet, it was true. Ingrid didn’t blink, unable to tear her eyes away from the destroyed city before her. Whatever buildings still standing were broken, their walls scorched black from explosions and fire. An acrid scent assaulted her senses, the smell of burning bodies, and suddenly time moved once more. On her right, Dimitri stared in horror, his feet rooted to the ground. Dedue glanced at him worriedly. She should help. She should go to him.

Her feet wouldn’t move.

Felix didn’t move either, but not for a lack of trying. Sylvain had somehow sensed it ahead of time, locking him down by tightly winding his arm around Felix’s in a desperate attempt to get him to stay. He pleaded, “We have to go.”

Felix didn’t bother to reply, his eyes flashing with fury as he strained tor run forward. No doubt he wanted to fight whatever enemies remained, get revenge for their people’s deaths.

Ingrid covered her mouth, realization dawning. Felix’s parents. Her own parents. It was impossible to believe they survived but she refused to think otherwise. They had to be alive. She stepped forward, and Sylvain turned to her, eyes wide as he tried to grab her arm. “Ingrid! Don’t!”

“There could be survivors,” she shouted back, already scanning the ridge for the quickest way down. The slope to the city was too steep to walk, but if she tied a rope around her waist, she could scale it. “We have to save them!”

“We have to protect Dimitri,” he argued, struggling to keep a grip on Felix and stop her at the same time. “We have to leave!”

“I’m going down there,” Felix growled, trying to yank free. There was murder in his voice and any other time, she would have been on Sylvain’s side, keeping his rage in check.

“You’ll die!” Sylvain snarled, his temper no longer in check. “You’ll both die!”

“If we can save someone—”

“THERE MIGHT NOT BE ANYONE!” Sylvain roared, cutting her off as he said what they were all thinking, what they all knew instinctively.

For a long moment, she and Felix stared at him, eyes wide. Before she could reply, there was an almost inhuman cry from her right. Her head snapped to her right to find Dimitri crying out, a strangled sound escaping his lips. With his wild expression, it was like something in him snapped. Nothing about her childhood friend looked princely right now. No, he looked more like a rabid animal, barely restrained.

The second he stepped forward, Ingrid knew that if she didn’t stop him here, there would be no saving him. She didn’t spare a second glance at the city, at the direction her house was, and instead dashed toward Dimitri. “You can’t!”

“Don’t!” Dedue shouted at the same time, grabbing Dimitri by the shoulders.

Enraged, Dimitri tried to shove him away, his monstrous strength directed at them for once. Ingrid grabbed his other arm, gritting her teeth as his rage turned to her now. “We have to go!” she begged, echoing Sylvain’s words. Behind her, the city burned, and she swallowed down her sorrow. “There’s nothing for us here.”

Only death, and she couldn’t stand the sound of it anymore.

iv. Sylvain

Sylvain was used to being the joker of the group. When his friends consisted of the serious Ingrid, the noble Dimitri, the stoic Felix, and the silent Dedue, it was almost a matter of survival. They spent too much time in their heads, overthinking things, refusing to crack so much as a smile. It was a dreary way to live, and Sylvain had enough of that with his own family. If someone had to remind his friends how to loosen up, how to have fun, well, he’d gladly take the job.

Yet, despite a lifetime of practice, his silver tongue failed him now. There wasn’t a joke or a flirt that could change the fact that Faerghus was gone. There was a smouldering crater where their capital used to be, the Empire was invading any smaller cities that haven’t surrendered already, and who knew where their families were. Smoke continued to rise from the capital, mixing with the stormy clouds above.

Even now, he could smell the charred bodies, hear Dimitri’s pained cry, feel Felix’s muscles strain as he tried to charge off into a doomed battle. It might have only been days since the incident, but Sylvain had a feeling he would remember this sensation even years from now. A feeling of helplessness washed over him and Sylvain forced it down.

There wasn’t time for that, not when everyone else was moping around. Sylvain slapped his cheeks, forcing himself to focus on the present. Around him, survivors bustled, and Sylvain was grateful for this small miracle. Not everyone had died. There were enough survivors for a small camp. Sprawled around them was a tent city, with no more than about twenty in it. A small number, in all honesty, but it was better than nothing. He wasn’t sure how Jeralt had rounded them up, but it seemed the ex-captain was more skilled than he let on.

Plastering a broad smile on his face, Sylvain walked over to his closest friend. “Hey—”

“Don’t.” Unfortunately, the closest friend was Felix. Seated on a rock, he sharpened his sword tirelessly, not even looking up to acknowledge anyone’s presence.

“Come on, you don’t know what I’m about to say,” Sylvain replied lightly, though the words sounded forced even to his ears. Even his grin didn’t feel natural. “It could be anything.”

“Unless it’s about how we’re going to beat those bastards, I don’t care.” Felix looked up now, giving him a flat glare. His eyes were slightly red-rimmed and now that Sylvain was paying attention, his voice sounded hoarse as well.

“Felix…” Sylvain swallowed, reaching out to squeeze his friend’s shoulder. “I…I’m sorry. I know—”

Before he could say Rodriguez, before he could so much as touch him, Felix pulled away, his glare hardening. “Don’t,” he hissed, but it sounded more like a plea than an order.

Sylvain had never been close to his family and in all honesty, he never wanted to be. But Felix—he knew the relationship between him and his father was strained, was muddled and confused and with time, perhaps it could have been fixed.

It was time they never got. He had never thought of Felix as fragile before, but every part of the man before him looked like glass, ready to break. And Sylvain had always been a bull in a china shop. He stepped back for now, dropping the smile entirely. “Okay.”

There was something else he should say, but he couldn’t find the words. Looking around, it wasn’t hard to find the rest of his friends. Ingrid flitted from tent to tent, her hands full of supplies and expression determined. Sylvain watched her for a long moment, noticing her tear-stained cheeks and the tiny tremors of her hands as she forced a neutral expression.

Had his friends always been this fragile? This easily broken? He wanted to pull them both into a tight hug, force them to cry it out, but he knew he’d be the one crying. That as responsible as Ingrid was, she’d hold her feelings at bay while she dealt with him and Felix.

She looked at him, her green eyes watery, and Sylvain flinched. He knew her almost better than he knew himself, and he didn’t have to ask to know the question running through her mind, Could I have done more?Because Ingrid always blamed herself when things went wrong, always saw it as a failure on her part instead of others.

And if she asked, he wouldn’t know what to say. Before she could so much as step toward him, he spun on his heels and all but ran to the edge of the camp. Dedue’s hulking figure was easy to spot even from a distance.

His voice cracked slightly as he greeted, “Dedue.”

“Sylvain.” Dedue offered a half-smile, his expression weary.

“How’re you holding up?” he asked, coming to a stop next to him. Sylvain rubbed his arm, trying to force his heart to calm down, to keep his voice from cracking.

“As well as expected, thank you.” Even now, he kept a formal tongue, as though to force a wall between them. “And you?”

“Alive, I guess,” Sylvain half-joked, not sure how to answer that question at all. Really, this whole line of questioning was stupid, why had he even asked that. He rubbed his neck. “How’s Dimitri?”

Dedue sighed, gesturing at the field in the distance. Barely visible was a blue-clothed man in battle. Sylvain tensed, almost about to run after his prince, when he realized there was no enemy. Just a man, in a field, spearing countless invisible foes. Dimitri roared with each thrust, sounding like a wild, rabid animal instead of the gentle prince he’d known for years.

Just where had that rage been hiding, all this time?

“He has not stopped for the last two days,” Dedue answered his unasked question. “He barely rests, barely eats, and I fear for his health.”

“I…” Sylvain’s shoulders sank, and just who did he think he was going to cheer up? He barely knew how to react. “How do I help?”

“I’m not sure if anything can help him right now.” Dedue’s brow furrowed.

“Then what should I do?” His voice cracked.

A heavy hand rested on his shoulder, and he looked up at Dedue’s impassive face. His eyes crinkled kindly, his voice soft. “You live.”

“Live?”

Dedue nodded. “Yes, that is what Dimitri, what all of you have taught me. Even if my people are gone, I am here.”

Suddenly, Sylvain recognized Dedue’s expression for what it was: a man who had lived through this before, who was seeing nothing new. He’d almost forgotten that Duscur was amongst the first to be conquered by the Empire, its people all but wiped out. No wonder Dedue always looked older than he was.

“Living is harder than it looks.” Sylvain cracked a smile, and this time it didn’t feel faked.

v. Dimitri

Dimitri was used to ghosts. He’d had his since he had been a child, watching his parents die in a burst of flames and gunpowder. Their voices had never left him—his father screaming at his enemies, his mother begging to be saved. If anything, the ghosts had piled up over the years, the faceless citizens he could have saved, the people he should have protected.

He was used to his ghosts, and in retrospect, seeing his home wiped out shouldn’t have affected him as it had. What was the weight of millions more, their voices drowning out one another as they all asked him for the same thing: justice.

No, not justice. His blood boiled too hot, his skin itched too much for this to be as cool and neutral as justice. They wanted revenge.

He wanted revenge.

“What are you thinking of?” Gilbert asked, his voice so low and quiet that Dimitri almost mistook it for a phantom’s. The man’s presence was as invisible as one, anyways, and Dimitri wouldn’t have noticed him in Jeralt’s camp if he hadn’t called out. Even now, following him through the abandoned caverns near the capital, it was like following a wraith. It was easy to lose him in the gloom.

Dimitri looked at the older man, at the wrinkles lining his face. They’d known each other for years, but he hadn’t realized how old Gilbert was till now. “You should be with your family,” he replied automatically.

Gilbert’s eyes widened before he shook his head. His huge frame almost curled into itself, shame radiating off him. “I cannot.”

“You will not,” Dimitri corrected harshly, no longer willing to mince his words.

Gilbert’s breath hitched, and he nodded. “No, you are right. I will not.” His hand curled into a tight ball as they walked, his nails digging into his skin.

Perhaps it was a good thing that he had left the others behind, ordering them to keep watch at the cavern’s mouth. There were some conversations Dimitri wasn’t ready to have in front of them, some words he wasn’t ready to hear from them, and a trip through the dark was preferable than having to process the past week.

“Why?” Dimitri asked. The words came out louder, rougher than he’d intended.

“I do not deserve to see them,” Gilbert replied simply, as though that made sense. He gave a resigned smile. “Not after what I’ve done to them.”

And what was done to us?

What do we deserve?

“You can still say that, even now? After the capital was destroyed?” Dimitri asked, resisting to cover his ears. It never stopped the ghosts before, it wouldn’t stop them now. He wanted to get through this conversation without rage spilling out of him like lava from a volcano.

Gilbert frowned, his heavy brow furrowed. “That is a fair point.”

“Then—”

“However, we will have to discuss it when you return, your highness.” Gilbert came to an abrupt stop.

Dimitri looked ahead now, eyes widening as he took in a massive door. Elegant script covered it, a tribute in a dead language, and faintly he could recognize some of the magic ruins covering the stone slab. “This is…”

‘Your ancestral tomb.” Gilbert paused. “One of them, at least. Inside, you might find the help you seek.”

Perhaps there was something wrong about seeking the dead for help, but Dimitri had heard their voices for years. They had guided his hand, whether he liked it or not, and what was one more voice added to the collection.

With no hesitation, he touched the door. It groaned as it slid to the right into a crevasse, revealing a small, circular room with a domed roof. Inside, several statues lined the walls, and he recognized the biggest one as Loog, founder of his country and his first ancestor. In the center of the tomb, a long coffin stood alone.

His feet automatically moved toward it. Dimly, he was aware that Gilbert had stayed outside. Dimitri’s footsteps echoed softly in the room. It threw him off slightly and he stopped, looking around. There was no one here but him.

Dimitri froze. There was no one here but him. He had almost forgotten what it was like, utter silence. To be alone with his thoughts. Not even the ghosts were willing to enter this sacred area. Swallowing, he turned back to the coffin, his hands brushing the lid reverently.

What would the King of Lions have done in his place? Revenge? Justice? Or walked away from it all?

A flash of green crossed his sight, the memory of a slight smile, a soft touch. Byleth.

Peace.

As though to answer him, a sword materialized in the air, identical in form to the one decorating the coffin. Loog’s sword, he knew instinctively. The sword hovered in the air in front of him, waiting to be claimed.

His ancestors had spoken.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, banishing any thoughts of a green-haired woman as he reached for the hilt.

The path before him was one of vengeance. Love had no place there.

#ingrid brandl galatea #sylvain jose gautier #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix hugo fraldarius #dedue molinaro #fire emblem three houses #ff15 #fe3h #dimileth #fanfic

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HYLIA, ALONE ..

┈┈━ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦⠀⠀:⠀⠀⠀hi!! hello , this is a lil thing i decided to whip up. i apologize that it’s eVERYWHERE and messy , B U T i hope you all like it. also if you could give any constructive criticism— that’d be swell!! enjoy! :))

┈┈━ 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦⠀⠀:⠀⠀⠀abuse , abusive relationships , emotional abuse , emotional manipulation , physical abuse , sexual assault , r*pe ( HEAVY implications ) and violence. if these trigger you, please take with caution.

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⠀⠀⠀ The black skies hung low in the Heavens , as the white haired woman carefully took a deep breath , finding her gaze falling to the woman in the mirror. She saw the bags under her eyes , yet her hair was held into intricate braids that mashed together in one. She wore black , a black dress with a cape wrapping across her chest. She was ready. Ready to finish what she had started , ready to take back the Triforce of Power from the King of Darkness himself — and her outfit said that statement.

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⠀⠀⠀ Her sapphire gaze fixated on the quill and parchment that sat on the surface of her vanity mirror. She had been writing letters to him- Link. He hasn’t responded... The last thing she did hear was from Impa, saying that he was in safe hands ; helping her at Kakariko Village , she had heard from Fierce Deity as well, he said the same thing. Out of habit , her thumb began to stroke the inside of her right ring finger. A gold band sat steady — a beautiful gold band at that. With the initials ‘ H+L ‘ engraved in it... Link got her this just prior to the war. A promise ring. They both promised each other that no matter what , they’d find eachother once again.

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⠀⠀⠀ Out of everyone that she knows , Hylia hasn’t spoken to her sisters... not after Din’s proclamation to her hatred for her younger sister and not since Nayru had tried to persuade Hylia of war. Her brows knitted in thought as she took a deep breath. Her sisters... they were once close. Once close to the point where they knew everything about each other. But now? Hylia felt like a stranger to her own family. Farore doesn’t even speak to her anymore like she used to. She bit the inside of her cheek as the Crimson Loftwing from the balcony squawked. It was time.

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⠀⠀⠀ Making her way towards the creation she made long ago , raising a hand to his beak — carefully stroking it as she rested her forehead on his...

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⠀⠀⠀ “ This is it , buddy... “ She whispered , hearing him coo against her cheek.

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⠀⠀⠀ The Loftwing held a few things on it’s back ; a weapon of some kind - a harp that was wrapped with a cloth… It was the only thing along with a journal or two. Hylia looked around her realm , jaw clenched at the darkened skies. The clouds were heavy as she climbed onto the back of the Loftwing , exhaling deeply through her nose. With a light kick on the Loftwing , she flew off towards the Surface. Her nerves were high , high beyond measure as she gripped the feathers of the creature - vision becoming clear as the green land below came into view. Although it was no longer green. The land her sisters once made lush and beautiful was dead , and slowly rotting away with every moment it could get the chance. She did see the dark beginning to blanket the land in the horizon.

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⠀⠀⠀ With the civilization in Skyloft hanging overhead , Hylia guided the Loftwing to the Surface and landed where her own militia stood. Five races , Goron , Parella , Ancient Robots , Kikiwi and the Mogma all stood along with their own weapons in hand. Biting the inside of her cheek , her thumb brushed against the ring once again. She was okay. This was going to happen…

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⠀⠀⠀ She began to saunter towards the races. She wore pride on her chest , sending her army out to battle alongside her against the Demon King’s incoming strike. Hylia’s usual soft and gentle voice became sharp like glass as she shouted towards the army at her feet.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Today will be the day in history that we rid of Demise and his proxies of darkness. Today will be the day we seal The Demon King. Today will also be the day where lives will inevitably be lost. Today will be a somber one - yet a victorious one. Will you all lend me a hand —” Hylia spoke , chest rising with every word she shouted , gazing out to her soldiers… seeing their faces. She didn’t see him though.. She didn’t see Link. Her heart felt heavy for some reason… “ One final hand in this conflict? Will you all aid me in this fight? For this is our fight. Not just mine. Not just the gods above. We will win this and restore peace among my sister’s land. Fight for peace. Fight for justice… and may the Goddess smile upon you all. “ She ended her speech with a smile. It didn’t reach her eyes. Lately a lot of her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes - nor was the light that once stood and shone brightly there anymore… her sapphire eyes were faded now. But she remained cool as she watched the races let out their victory wails , clanging against their weaponry if they had any.

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⠀⠀⠀ Nodding , she looked up to the sky now…

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⠀⠀⠀ The air froze , almost stopped completely as Hylia stood still. He’s here. Black blanketed the sky completely as a beam of light emitted from ground in the middle of her own militia , the earth protruding upwards as the large boar pulled himself up. Scaled , teeth an ugly yellow and stained with blood - Hylia watched in almost shock at what she was witnessing. Did he feast on the miserable before arriving? … Or did he feast on those in Kakariko… No- focus.

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⠀⠀⠀ As he came from beneath the ground , so did his own army. One by one slowly started to rise from the ground. Soon , hundreds began flooding the Surface. It wasn’t long until they all lined up , weapons raised. She caught sight of the many that Demise managed to recruit , either by force or volunteer. Three in particular. Ghirahim , Zant and… Ziva. Her eyes widened slightly , as Demise glared down at the woman.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Men! Raise your weapons. Don’t show mercy,” He snarled , as he kept his gaze on his former lover.

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⠀⠀⠀ Hylia was quick to board her Loftwing , grabbing her harp and kicking his side. In an instance , she was in the air. Demises’ army hadn't struck yet… they seemed to be waiting. Demise’s golden hue’s followed the White Goddess and then he spoke.

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⠀⠀⠀ Voice crisp , clear and rage dripping with every word, venom almost; “ Kill them all. “ He spoke.

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⠀⠀⠀ Just like that , Hylia watched both parties go against each other - chest heavy as she attempted to regulate her breathing. She got this. Gripping the Loftwing’s feathers with one hand , the harp in the other , she watched… The Gorons used all of the force they could, the Mogma and Ancient Robots teaming up. But her mind began to drift…

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⠀⠀⠀ Her lover was in Kakariko , along with her best friends… Her sisters disowned her , for trying to save the relationship between her and the man who is threatening to kill her… This. This was her fault. It was. She willingly gave him the Triforce of Power… she saw him and Din together- she let herself get violated and abused every other day… Something in Hylia snapped. She wasn’t going to let anyone put her down again. And if she had to spill the blood of others to do so , she would do it.

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⠀⠀⠀ She took a moment , slowly beginning to strum the harp. Rays of light emitted from it as she flicked her wrist towards her own militia. The rays of light shattered , breaking into a million pieces and grazing her soldiers like glitter… “ Fight with all of your might! “ She shouted to them below before her sapphire gaze met the ones of the boar.

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⠀⠀⠀ She once loved this man. Once. She didn’t realize her hatred for him until she realized her worth, and now she stood in the air against him. He simply laughed at her expression. Her brows were furrowed and her jaw was clenched tight , fists forming as she held onto the feathers of the Loftwing.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ You bitch. “ He laughed , raising his hand.

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⠀⠀⠀ It was her against the world… and she was going to be ruthless.

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⠀⠀⠀ Death was a mortal concept. Hylia never understood it until this moment… Her breath hitched as she lay in the bed , hand gripping an object at her side. The war ended just the other day , two days ago. It was agonizing , and she had suffered most. Her injuries were mostly internal but her powers were slowly beginning to leave her grasp. Attempting to breathe , she looked to the doors that swung open immediately. Impa...

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Your grace- ” She spoke , rushing to the White Goddess’ side. “ Did you… “ Her voice trailed off , seeing her friend in the state she was in. It hurt…

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⠀⠀⠀ “ I made it, Impa…” Hylia responded shakily. “ You know, to make sure the next reincarnate finds it.. Guide him.” She handed her the creation- A sword. A purple-blue hilt made with such grace.. The blade itself was glowing with a faint blue hue. Hylia , weak in the hands pushed it towards the Sheikah and let out a chuckle. “ And can I ask a favor..? “

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⠀⠀⠀ Taking the sword with care , Impa cocked a brow , carefully taking her friend’s hand out of worry. “ Anything, “ She spoke , easing the goddess’ nerves.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Don’t go.. Not until I’m gone. When I am, you can leave.. Just… not yet…” She breathed , staring up at the ceiling of her sanctum. It was cozy , warm… like a winter cabin.

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⠀⠀⠀ Impa nodded, taking a seat beside Hylia.

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⠀⠀⠀ A comfortable silence flushed over the two as Hylia spoke yet again; “ I see him… “ She whispered shakily.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Who, your grace? “ Impa cocked a brow wearily.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Link…” Her eyes widened as she saw a hand reach for her.

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⠀⠀⠀ A light gasp of air escaped her lips… and her eyes glossed over.

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⠀⠀⠀ Waking up alone was horrible enough. Was this the afterlife? Or was she to wait for herself to be reborn. Wincing at the sunlight coming from the open doors of the balcony , Hylia pulled herself out of bed… Her feet touched the cold marble beneath her as she carefully stepped towards the balcony , walking through the opened doors. The light- good spirits, it was bright. Her eyes adjusted and there she saw them… Loftwings flying overhead. She took in a deep breath. A real.. Deep breath. This temporary peace relaxed her shoulders as she gazed down to Skyloft below , along with the Surface… Her thumb brushed against the gold band as a sad smile tugged at her lips... Death is peaceful… but she knew being reborn was going to be hell all over again, only this time; she’s alone.

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B’aiken Shishido, What’s in a Name

I haven’t written anything in awhile, let alone for B’aiken, but an idea I should have had long ago came to mind the other night and so I ended up banging out...four thousand words, holy crap.

Takes place around 4.1-4.2 of Stormblood. Some blood. More of me rambling about sunseeker miqo’te gender politics.

It wasn't sake, but this western beer wasn't bad as long as you paid Baderon the extra coin for his top-shelf stuff.

It was a typical day in Limsa Lominsa - the sun shone through a scattered veil of clouds, light glinting from the waves whipped up by the wind that came down from the mountains of Vylbrand. Hawker's Alley bustled with a thousand voices raised to haggle for wares. The docks were filled with the shouts of sailors and longshoremen as they struggled to make sense of the bewildering array of merchantmen and privateers that sought space. The customs office with the rustle and hustle of a throng of foreigners attempting to move any number of goods.

Above the chaos, the Drowning Wench was a low-key port in the storm of humanity. It was midday, too early for the place to fill up with workers leaving shift to find respite in a mug. So it was that another visitor to Lominsa had a table all to herself as she nursed one beer after another, having little else to do in the pirate town while she waited for a particular ship. Though she sported the ears and tail of a miqo'te, her garb was unmistakably that of the eastern nation of Hingashi, as was the sheathed sword which she had unbelted and leaned against the edge of the table beside her seat.

B'aiken Shishido was no longer quite the disheveled wreck she'd been when X'shasi Kilntreader had found her in the back corner of a Kugane hostelry. Travelling throughout the Far East and to Eorzea had reduced the time for lounging in bars and waiting for employment. Her hair had been pulled into an only semi-anarchic mess at the back of her head, but for a set of bangs which fell over the left side of her face to veil the scars that crept out from behind the patch that hid her blinded eye. And she had changed her clothes.

She sat in her chair almost carelessly, her chin propped on her remaining hand as she contemplated the mug in front of her, studiously ignoring the occasional curious glance shot her way. The miqo'te woman was comely enough, with a square-chinned handsomeness and a full figure, but the dour expression that ever rested upon her features discouraged any from plucking up their courage and crossing over to inquire of her availability.

So it was that she sat and drank alone, until a set of footsteps drew near and a male voice asked, "are you the woman called Be-Aiken Shihshih-do?"

He'd mangled her name, first and last alike, but in a foreign land one learned to expect such things. B'aiken looked up and assessed the newcomer quickly. A miqo'te male, a head taller than her, and she was not a short woman for her race. Forty years of age, perhaps. He wore a shirt and skirt of interlocking metal mesh, his arms and legs covered by leather armor. An axe of the type favored by Limsan marauders was strapped to his back. His eyes were a bright green, his hair a dull and greying red. His broad face was marked by scars...and by inked designs which decorated his lower cheeks and jaw. They suggested, to her mind, a set of tusks that had swept forwards from within his hair to end with their tips just beneath the corners of his mouth.

Dangerous.

For her part, the samurai nodded in response to the question. "I am," she replied.

The miqo'te lifted a hand to the back of the seat opposite hers on the table and pulled it out, dropping himself into it. Everything about his movement and posture was coarse in a deliberate way - a practiced brute. As he sat, B'aiken noted behind his shoulder a pair of miqo'te women standing some fulms off, one of them armed with a blade and wearing a half-mask that shadowed her eyes and hair.

Very dangerous.

When the man had sat he looked across the table at B'aiken and asked, with no preamble, "why is that your name?"

This was not a question she had expected. Normally armed men came to her for one reason - gold for another blade. Not to inquire about her name. So she shrugged her shoulders and took up her mug, answering simply "my mother gave it to me," before sipping.

The miqo'te kept his gaze fixed to hers, but at her response he canted his jaw first left, then right, as if he were worrying at his tattooed tusks. It should have looked absurd, but the bluntness of the man drained away what silliness might have been found in the mannerism. "Who was your mother?" he asked after a moment's silence.

B'aiken was momentarily spared from answering the rude question as one of Baderon's waitresses came up, spying a seated figure with no justification for his presence, and the miqo'te waved her off with a curt 'mead.' Once she had retreated, the samurai narrowed her ruby eye and responded, in lieu of an answer, "who asks this question?"

The man worked his jaw once more, and then sat back in his seat and took a breath. B'aiken recognized the stance of one reigning in one's more hasty impulses. "My name is Be-Hahn Nunh," he said. He frowned slightly and added after a moment, "as an Easterner, do you know what that means?"

B'aiken nodded slowly and sipped the last remnants of her drink. Her parents' teachings about the western world were but a dim memory of her childhood years, but since coming to Eorzea she had learned at more length from M'naago Rahz about the tribal structure of miqo'te in these western lands - the twenty-six major tribes with their distinctive division between rank and file Tia males and the elevated Nunh. In some tribes the Nunh held great power, whilst in others they were but figureheads of the female leadership, but there was one commonality - the right to father children.

B'hahn Nunh settled his arms atop the table, one hand covering a loose fist. "Who were your parents?" he questioned again.

B'aiken set the mug down atop the table. "My mother's name was Grayne," she said. "My father's name was Cossen."

B'hahn leaned back in his seat as the waitress delivered a drink B'aiken was certain he had no intention of touching. As he did so his gaze finally wavered, dropping down to the tabletop as he once more worried at his tusks. "Cossen and Grayne," he said softly. His eyes came back up. "We had long wondered what became of them. Are they still in the Far East?"

"Buy me another drink," B'aiken replied. Without hesitation the Nunh pushed his mead across the table to her. She drank. It was too sweet. "They worked in the service of a Hingan lord. My mother was slain by assassins who meant to kill his child. My father took revenge upon their employer, but it killed him. This was when I was six years of age."

The Nunh closed his eyes for a moment. "Did they teach you the meaning of your name?" he asked when he had opened them once more.

B'aiken's stone face cracked slightly, her full lips tugging upwards into a smile. "In the tongue of Hingashi, 'bai ken' with the correct context means 'boisterous plum.' My mother said she chose it because I came out of her screaming and giving her trouble and refused to stop."

B'hahn Nunh did not seem to share her humor. Instead he frowned, his lips pressed tight. "But did they teach you the meaning of the 'Be'?" he asked.

B'aiken sipped her too-sweet mead. "Why does this so concern you?" she asked.

She saw his tongue press against the inside of his cheek as he once more rolled his jaw side to side. "Cossen and Grayne fled from these lands to the Far East to escape judgment from the Boar Tribe," he said. "Cossen was of no standing to pursue a woman as openly as he did. Both flouted our laws and ran when they were discovered. Now I am Nunh, and word comes to me of a woman not known to our tribe calling herself Be-Aiken-"

B'aiken had already begun to bristle at his assessment of her parents, but she had contented herself to let that slide - it seemed factual enough. But when he butchered her name a second time her patience snapped. "B'aiken," she interrupted, pressing her lips together and blowing out a pop of air to emphasize the 'B' sound.

He stopped, blinking. "What?"

"I say my name B'aiken. Not Be-Aiken," she emphasized with a shake of her head.

B'hahn Nunh frowned. "When the written word comes to us of the Scions and their exploits, your name is printed with a B, then an apostrophe, and then the remainder of your name," he said.

B'aiken nodded. "That part is correct. It was how my mother told me it would be spelled in the land of our foremothers."

"No," B'hahn Nunh growled, bristling suddenly. "That is not acceptable. The Boar honorific is the symbol of our tribe. It was not an exile's to grant a child born in foreign land. Her transgression, not yours," he added, perhaps an attempt to offer an olive branch as a scowl grew upon her face. "But nevertheless it cannot continue, unless you choose to rejoin the Boar Tribe."

Heads turned as a short, sharp laugh cracked in the air of the Drowning Wench, but even as it left her lips B'aiken's features faded once more into stony obstinance. "I am ronin, B'hahn Nunh. I have no interest in throwing myself into the ranks of some strange clan, simply because I bear some accident of kinship," she said.

"You might be welcomed," he pressed. "We have heard of your skill with a blade. It would be honored."

She pressed her lips together and shook her head. "No."

He worried his tusks. "Then your name must change," he said stolidly. "Call yourself 'Baiken' if you will, or 'Aiken' if that would hold meaning, but the use of the Boar honorific must cease."

"Hey," a new voice interjected. "Is something going on over here?"

"Just bring us another round, for Twelve's sake," the Nunh growled, pushing several coins into the waitress' hand. She departed, carrying a suspicious look and B'aiken's last mug.

B'aiken was grateful for the momentary distraction as her rage burned suddenly hot within her breast. She forced herself to sit back slightly and distract herself with a sip of the too-sweet mead. As she had learned from her near-violent confrontation with M'naago, it was not reasonable to expect these westerners to know that 'aiken' in the Hingan tongue meant dog. That part, her mother certainly could have thought about a bit more. Then a thought occurred to her and she lowered her cup to glower over the rim of it. "B'hahn Nunh," she said. "That means you have offspring."

He blinked, perhaps thrown by the sudden shift in the current, but nodded.

A sneer worked itself across B'aiken's features. "And if I did give myself to your tribe, would you have me for your bed, Nunh?"

He frowned slightly, but there was little hesitation. "Not unwillingly."

She snorted, but decided the response seemed earnest enough that she could let the sudden suspicion drop. "No," she said again. "I do not belong in your tribe simply because my mother and father once did. They were faithful to one another," she suddenly diverted once more. "To the best of what I learned from their cohorts as I grew, theirs was an enviable love. They lived and died for each other." She took a moment to breathe. "And so my answer is no, B'hahn Nunh. Neither will I join your tribe, nor will I renounce my name as my parents gave it to me."

His frown deepened, but he glanced over his shoulder and made a beckoning gesture. The two miqo'te females that had been standing off and watching with increasingly poor attempts to disguise their interest came walking over. The one that was armed moved with a grace that suggested skill with the blade she carried, while the other's was a more normal tread. "Kinrah," the Nunh demanded. "She refused both offers."

The unarmed woman - B'kinrah - blinked a pair of pale pink eyes and snatched up a book she carried, flipping it open to a marked page and hurriedly scribbling with a quill. For his part, B'hahn looked back across the table, his face stone. "B'aiken...Sh..." He hesitated.

"Shishido," she supplied the proper pronunciation.

"B'aiken Shishido, on the honor of the Boar Tribe I summon you to a duel. We cannot countenance your use of our tribe's honorific and if you refuse to relinquish it, you must defend it with your blade." The Nunh delivered the words slowly and deliberately, his voice unwavering as B'kinrah copied down his challenge.

B'aiken spared a moment to consider, finishing off the mead the Nunh had given her in exchange for the information by which he now hung her out to dry. "I am ronin, Nunh," she said for the second time that day. "I have no honor. But my name...that does have meaning for me. I accept your challenge," she said, setting down her cup and reaching out to close her fingers around the sheath of her sword, thumping it against the table. "Now, if you'd have it."

"You're drunk," he said, working his tusks.

She laughed. "Afraid I'll throw up on you?" She flexed her legs and stood, and the Nunh hastened to match her as she belted her katana. "Your girl there has my words in her book," she said with an ironic smile for B'kinrah, whose face colored as she met the samurai's ruby eye and held the book up a bit higher. "If I didn't stand by my drunken words, then I would have none at all."

"Hoy! HOY!" a voice shouted across the room. The gathered sunseeker miqo'te turned as one to see Baderon leaning over his bar and frantically waving a finger at them. "Whatever yer doin' yer not doin' it 'ere," he scolded. "If it's t'be drawn steel then go out past the Aftcastle."

B'hahn Nunh nodded. "Aye, Baderon," he said in acknowledgement.

The waitress who'd been bringing the next pair of drinks stopped a few steps short and huffed. "You're still short seven gil," she said, cross.

B'aiken reached into her belt for one of the solid gold koban from Kugane she still had banging around and thumbed it onto the table. Then she reached out and plucked one of the proffered mugs from the girl's hand and threw it back. Her throat didn't work; no audible gulps or gasps emanated from the samurai, but instead she only tipped the mug further and further back until it emptied and she slammed it down atop the table, the corners of her mouth wet with the excess.

"Let's go," she growled.

The quartet left the bar at a walk, heading south to where the bridges of Limsa Lominsa connected to the isle of Vylbrand. The wind made B'aiken's long robe flutter, as well as the empty sleeve that dangled from her right shoulder. She stayed a double arms' length from B'hahn, both of them careful to stay abreast of one another despite looking determinedly forward.

"Um, excuse me," a soft voice said at her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to see the scribe doing her best to keep up with the taller miqo'te's longer stride. "If it's not too much to ask, how did you get the name Shishido?" B'kinrah questioned, blinking her pale eyes through her dark hair, quill poised above her open book.

B'aiken considered her response for several steps. How to describe her apprenticeship under the legendary samurai? Her sensei had taken her under his wing for many hard years of training that had defined the course of her life right up to this very moment. But on reflection, the woman didn't want to hear her life story. Just the basic information. "He taught me how to use the blade," she said simply, and B'kinrah bobbed acceptance and fell back as she scribbled down the response.

They passed over the stones of the Aftcastle and proceeded down the connecting bridge to the island, under dirt rather than dressed stone slapped underfoot. A quartet of Limsan Yellowjackets manned the entry, and one of them must have seen the way B'aiken and B'hahn drifted apart as they left the bridge behind, their posture increasingly wary of one another. The roegadyn came forward, eyeing first one and then the other. "A duel?" he asked. He received an assortment of nodding heads in return, and with a sigh he lifted his hand to point. "No deaths, and off the road," he instructed.

The pair obeyed, stepping into the grass and walking a short distance from the side of the road. "What, then?" B'aiken asked. "First blood?"

B'hahn Nunh shook his head as he unstrapped his axe and threaded it behind his back, bending his elbows around the haft to limber up. "A full surrender," he replied.

B'aiken considered this for a moment and then nodded. She lifted her hand to the metal shoulderguard that she wore on her right shoulder and pushed, sliding it laterally so that it took her garment with it, baring the stump of her right arm where it ended abruptly halfway down her biceps. She heard a gasp from the road and glanced aside briefly as she tied the sleeve into her belts, seeing Kinrah holding her book up to her face. The other woman, the one that had been silent all this time, showed no reaction.

B'aiken did much the same with the left side of her robe, tying the sleeve into her belt so that it would not interfere with her movement. Her remaining arm was muscled, as was the miqo'te's stomach, her breasts concealed by the wrappings she wore beneath her garb. Her hand dropped down to the handle of her katana and levered it forward slightly, swinging the sheath behind her legs as she bent her knees and stood flank-on towards the Nunh. She could feel the tingle in her fingertips as she readied herself, her ki - what Eorzeans called aether - already flowing between her body and the sheathed blade, making it tremble. "Come forth, then," she said.

B'hahn Nunh had taken the intervening moments to swing his axe a time or two, flexing his legs to ready himself. At B'aiken's invitation he took in a slow breath and exhaled. Then, in the space of half a heartbeat, he was suddenly roaring and charging forward like his tribal namesake, his eyes a ferocious glowing red.

He crossed the space between them in an eyeblink, his axe swinging hard, and B'aiken was forced to hurriedly drop back before he took her remaining arm. Her katana leapt from its sheath with a rasp of steel and she swung for his leg, but the Nunh was fast and sidestepped so that the tip of her blade passed through empty space. He swung again, a shorter chop this time that allowed him to follow up with a quick reverse blow. B'aiken managed to turn it aside, and aether crackled in the air as the samurai's blade encountered the berserker's axe.

He was good. He was very good. He couldn't sustain such a pace for very long, surely, but the sheer ferocity of his assault had no doubt served him well in unmanning his opponents in the past. Nor did he fight with the axe alone- he took his hand from the weapon to swing at her with a leather-clad fist and she ducked aside. She didn't miss his stomping boots, either - the Hingan-born miqo'te wore a set of open-toed zori, and one good smash from the Nunh would break her foot. But B'aiken had fought a number of opponents like him - taller than her, stronger than her, more lustful than her. She threatened him with her blade as she ducked in and out of his range, the air humming and her aether-clad katana whipped past him, roaring whenever the two weapons deflected off one another.

There came a whistle from the direction of the bridge. Presumably the Yellowjackets had come off their station to watch the show. B'aiken didn't have time to look. She whirled, stepping past B'hahn even as his axe whirled past her so that the pair of them reversed positions. With a quick filling of her lungs the samurai cocked her sword back and swung it underhand, sweeping the flow of aether from the land and sending it thundering forth from her blade in a blood-red halo that struck the Nunh full-on and forced him back, sheltering behind his axe. In the moment he was thus distracted, B'aiken brought her sword back down and laid open his forearm, his leather bracer snapping beneath the sword's edge.

B'hahn roared and surged forward at her, seemingly heedless of his wound, and he leapt high enough to nearly clear the level of her head as he brought his axe down in a fiery smash that she was just quick enough to avoid. B'aiken felt the heat of the moment set her nerves alight, her skin pricking as her hair seemed to stand on end. The Nunh

will come at me with a rising swing and there will be a moment that his leg is unprotected

came at her with a rising swing and with reflexes sharper than the blade she wielded, the miqo'te dodged to one side and lashed out with her blade, letting it be sheathed in energy that extended past the tip, a cut longer than she could have made with the blade alone. The toughened leather of the Nunh's boot split open just beneath his armored skirt as she sliced through the meat of his thigh, and he stumbled as his leg went out from under him. He caught himself on his good leg, but it was to no avail as the tip of the samurai's sword came up beneath his chin and hovered at his neck.

B'aiken's chest heaved for breath as her head throbbed in the wake of the sudden insight, her musculature gleaming with the first signs of sweat from the short but explosive fight. "Surrender to me," she demanded.

B'hahn Nunh worried his tusks for a moment, his face torn between emotions, but after a breath to think, he nodded slightly. "You win."

B'aiken stepped away to the sound of clapping from the Yellowjackets, and the sound of boots on the grass and B'kinrah came forward to crouch beside the Nunh, lifting a hand that glowed to hover near his wounds. For her own part, B'aiken lifted the handle of her sword to her teeth and fished in her belt for a cleaning cloth, wiping away the blood before she returned the weapon to its sheath.

"Well?" she asked as the Nunh stood. His arm would bear a new scar, it seemed, as Kinrah's magic was sufficient to close the wound but not erase it from his flesh. B'aiken did not resist the urge to wallow momentarily in pleasure at the sight, though she kept it from her face.

He nodded. "You may keep your name, B'aiken Shishido," he said, pronouncing it in the same manner she had done.

"Is our business then concluded, B'hahn Nunh? You will mark that I am not one of your tribe's women, nor will you attempt to take my name from me a second time?" she asked, keeping her gaze pinned to his.

He paused and worked his jaw once more before answering. "It is concluded. There will be no second challenge."

B'aiken shrugged and began the process of unknotting her sleeves from her belt so that she could put her robe back to rights, while the Nunh gingerly walked himself back towards the road with B'kinrah in tow. At the same time a set of footsteps came towards her, and B'aiken looked up to see the blade-bearing miqo'te coming to a stop a few fulms from her. She lifted up her hands to remove her mask, and B'aiken was struck by an odd sense of familiarity as the woman revealed bright purple eyes and near-black violet hair. The stranger offered a slight smile to the samurai before she spoke.

"My name is B'sayyda Eskil," she said. "My mother's name is B'lotte Zinba, and she was full sister to B'grayne Zinba."

B'aiken paused in the midst of shrugging her arm back into its sleeve. She blinked her eye as she looked upon the other woman, near as tall as she, broad in shoulder and hip like herself, close to her in age. "So then...we are cousins?" she asked as she finished donning her clothes.

B'sayyda pursed her lips briefly. "In blood if naught else. In spirit if you wish. In arms...only if you were to rejoin the tribe," she said with sudden formality, which she promptly dropped as she went on. "My mother spoke from time to time of missing her sister. I'm sure she'll be sad to learn of her passing, but perhaps the knowing will give her comfort." The swordswoman shrugged and smiled a bit once more. "Especially to hear that Grayne and Cossen stayed together until the end. If it's alright with you I'd like to tell her about all this. Let her know Grayne had a child. It would mean something to her."

B'aiken considered this. She reached out with her hand to squeeze B'sayyda's shoulder. "Tell all, then," she said. "Be well, B'sayyda Eskil."

"And you, B'aiken Shishido," said the violet-haired woman, returning the gesture with a squeeze of B'aiken's shoulder. Then she turned and pulled her mask back into place, following after her kinsman and woman.

Left behind, B'aiken stretched out her arm and turned her face up towards the sun, letting the wind wash over her.

It felt free.

#FFXIV #miqo'te #seekers of the sun #B'aiken Shishido #kurze writes

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prolestariwrites · 4 years ago

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Ten Years On [2]

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins Characters: Escanor, Merlin Warning: Major character death, Angst Rating: T Part: 2 of 3 My second entry of three for @escalin-week Escalin Weekend 2020.

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Ten years on, Escanor is writing in his ledger when the bell above the door chimes. It’s a charming reminder from the old days, when they worked at the Boar Hat, and before that, when he was the proprietor of My Sweet Gluttony. Fastening it above the door was one of the first things they had done when they had opened the bookstore, and it makes him smile to hear it.

“Can I help you?” he asks, but when he looks up he blinks in surprise.

“Hello, Father,” Avalon says.

He swallows thickly as he stumbles to his feet. “My dearest,” he says, walking around the counter.

Their embrace is warm, but they both know. They can feel underneath the distance despite how close they are now: the closest they have been in months, even. Maybe years?

“You look well,” she says as she eases back.

Escanor smiles. Despite his age and her age he is still a bit taller, and he is grateful for that. “So do you.”

Avalon nods. She turns and looks around the shop, a little sigh escaping as she looks over the piles of books. “How is the store going?”

“As well as it can. We are publishing more than ever, and it’s keeping the store open at least. I know there’s no money in this little shop but I can’t seem to bear the idea of parting with it.” Escanor moves back behind the counter and pulls out a few volumes. “I have some books here I was planning to send you, once I made it down to the post office. Some things I thought you’d like, some new authors who have some interesting ideas on politics. I know you’ve often liked to read about those things, don’t think I don’t remember—”

“Escanor.” His name startles him and makes him blink behind his spectacles. Avalon stifles a laugh, her amber colored hair falling a bit over her eyes. “You’re rambling.”

“S-sorry.” Her voice is too much like her mother’s, and Escanor sets the books on the wooden counter, glad there is some distance between them.

She steps closer, but thankfully stays on the other side. “I will read them, of course,” she says. “But I came to give you some news.”

Escanor’s brows shoot up. “Oh? I h-hope it is good news then?”

Avalon nods, and then her face softens as she smiles. “I’m getting married.”

“Married?” he echoes. “But you’re—you’re only—”

“I’m twenty years old, which is older than most who marry,” she laughs. “He’s a good man. He is a Holy Knight, just like you and Mom were.”

Avalon studies his face, but Escanor only feels shock. She is twenty? How? Slowly his brow scrunches together as he tries to remember. She was just a baby just yesterday, when he rocked her in the chair by the window as Merlin slept. She was at his knee wanting a story, she was riding a horse, she was singing loudly at the Founders’ Day parade, she was leaning against Elaine in a black dress with eyes red and empty.

“I’d like for you to meet him—”

“No. No. You can’t…” Escanor tries to remember. “You can’t get married. You’re too young.”

“What?” The sharpness in her tone reminds him of Merlin again and he winces. “You can’t—”

“I’m your father and I can. And I forbid this.”

He goes back to his books, the matter settled. He waits for her to leave again, as Avalon always does after their visits, giving him a soft goodbye so he can go back to his ordinary life.

But this time, she moves to stand in front of him and hisses, “How dare you.”

Escanor looks up in surprise, taken aback when he sees her nearly vibrating with anger. Never once had he ever seen Avalon’s temper turned towards him, not that he can remember. “How dare you say that to me,” she chokes out.

He frowns in confusion when a tear hovers on her lashes. “Say what?”

“Call yourself my father. As if—as if you ever earned the title!” Her voice is shrill and it fills the empty shop, the sound bouncing from the walls like knives. “You’re no more my father than your dusty old books!” she cries. “You gave up that right long ago, when you left me, sent me away—”

“Avalon—”

“And now you want to say that you’re my father and forbid it?” The shrillness spins into laughter. “You are unbelievable! I’ve spent half my childhood without you, alone—”

“You were not alone,” Escanor interrupts sharply. His mouth presses together, this feeling unfamiliar, making him unsteady. “You had me.”

Avalon shakes her head. “I had Ban and Elaine. But they aren’t my parents. I needed…”

Now Escanor understands. He sighs heavily, bowing his head. “I see.”

“Anyway,” Avalon says, and he is amazed at the turn in her voice and her stance. Another thing she picked up from Merlin, the duality that was impossible in anyone else. “I just came to give you the news. I won’t bother to send an invitation.”

“Wait, Avalon, please.” She hesitates, thankfully, and Escanor searches for what to say. It is something Merlin had always teased him about: how can a poet—”a best-selling poet,” she would add with a sly grin—be so pressed to speak all the time? But words are so different on the page, and they would roll from his pen like marbles that spill everywhere, where talking was something different and strange.

Now he must speak, because Avalon is glaring at him with a fire he knows will burn into hatred if he doesn’t do something. He should tell her the truth. He should tell her that Merlin’s death left him empty, too empty for fatherhood. He should tell her that the cruel irony of living for thousands of years only to turn human only to be crushed under the weight of a runaway carriage was too much for anyone to fathom. He should tell her that she died because she gave her powers to him, and he cannot live under such a burden. He should tell her that he spent night after night wanting to follow her behind the veil but is too much of a coward to honor her that way. He should tell her that seeing Avalon reminds him of this, and more, because his daughter is the symbol of everything he doesn’t have, and won’t ever have again, and it’s cruel and unfair and he deserves all the curses in the world for feeling this way but that’s how it is and there is nothing to be done. He should tell her he is just an ordinary man with an extraordinary grief and he let her go because otherwise it would have killed them both.

Nothing comes out. The bell above the door chimes, startling them both, and Avalon turns in anger. “Shop’s closed!” she shouts. “Go away!”

The couple at the door glance at one another. “I thought you were open until six—”

“Did you not hear what I said? Get the fuck out!” Avalon takes a step towards them, but the couple disappears as the door slams behind them, and Escanor is shocked to hear such language come out of his little girl’s mouth. Must be Ban’s influence.

Avalon does not turn around, and he watches her shake as her hands clench into fists and release, over and over. Her shoulders are hunched and he can hear her unsteady breathing as she struggles to regain control. It hurts him a bit, because Avalon was never this way. His daughter was gentle and sweet, enthusiastic about the world, she would watch over the ladybugs in the garden and ask questions about the birds and look with wide eyes at the books he would read her. Avalon did not get angry, not even when the boy around the corner pulled the head from her doll and tossed it into the dirt.

But this is not the Avalon who plays with dolls or builds homes for ladybugs out of leaves. This is a grown woman he does not recognize, one he calls daughter without any rights to do so.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“No, I am,” she replies, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “I shouldn’t have said that, or sent those customers away like that.”

“I’m sorry I sent you away,” he says.

Avalon glances over her shoulder, sorrow etched on her face. “I am,” Escanor says. “Truly I am. I won’t… I can’t expect you to understand. But I am sorry you were hurt for it.”

“I do understand, though,” she sighs. “I know Mom’s death was hard. It was a lot to bear. Elaine explained about… about how she had saved you. It must have been…”

He watches with some fascination as it is his daughter’s turn to struggle with words. “It was,” he assures her.

She nods and takes a deep breath. “We are looking to marry on midsummer. If you can… find it in your heart to be there…”

Escanor nods, but she does not see because she is moving towards the door. The chime sounds again, and when he looks up, he remembers Merlin perched just there, tapping a nail into the wood. Merlin, Merlin, Merlin, she is filling his head today.

#nnt #nanatsu no taizai #escanor #merlin #escalinweek2020 #escalin #fan fiction #ten years on

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wuvbug-kny · 5 years ago

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too late — kamado tanjirou

↬ tw!! suicidal thoughts

↬ tanjirou x fem!reader x inosuke

↬ genre: angst

“i-i really do like you..um, it wasnt easy to confess b-but..yeah..”

my body shook. my head ached. my anxiety was over the roof. what was i thinking, why would i confess to him?! oh god. im going insane. what was i thinking..

i felt tears in my eyes start to form as my body got hotter by the second. my fists were clenches togethee tightly, nails digging into my palms as my heart raced at an unsteady pace. i gulped. why wasnt he saying anything? why is he just standing there? oh no.. my eyes remained stuck onto the ground as the knot in my throat got tighter. the tears that had formed in my eyes began to fall to the ground, and out of embarassment i lowered my head even more hoping he wouldnt notice.

tanjirou, please dont break me more than i already am broken.

“(y/n)..”

“y-yes?”

“im sorry.

i cant reciprocate your feelings.”

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i felt numb. i felt like complete, utter trash.

i felt worthless. i feel worthless.

of course it turned out that way.

why did i get my hopes up? why was i so dumb? to think someone like him would love such a lonely, miserable girl like me.

my heart ached. ever since i felt like the hole in my chest had gotten the biggest its ever been. it hurt, the pain was incredibly painful, i felt like i seeped even more into darkness than the darkness i was emorsed in before.

god, why am i so miserable? what is this life you’ve given me? what is my purpose?

sometimes, no, at all times i just want to disappear.

the knock on my door startled me, causing me to jump up from my laying position on my bed, in result of getting up too fast i had landed on my floor painfully. i grunted in pain as more tears began to spilled out from my eyes.

im miserable..

quickly sitting up, i wiped the tears from my tomato reddened face before sucking everything up as best as i could.

“y-yes?” i replied to the knocking coming from my door.

the knocking got even louder.

confused, i called out again. “y-yes??”

i jumped, shrieking slightly as the door was kicked open. am i under attack? but this is the butterfly estate! scrambling to my bed like the coward i was, i quickly pulled out my blade, pointing it towards the now beaten down door.

“w-who is it??” i shivered.

“(y/n), you bird brain! training has started and everyone is still waiting on you!!”

in came inosuke, wearing his boar mask as usual.

i lowered my blade and sighed shakily, before putting it away. “i-inosuke..you scared me. you could of just answered to me instead of kicking my door open..” i said, getting up from the bed.

“whatever! you should be at training! you’re holding everyone up, you stupid hag!” he huffed, crossing his arms.

i forcefully made myself laugh, even though i was in now way amused by his words.

hes right.

im a burden to everybody.

i shouldnt be here.

i should just die.

im so worthless.

everyone would be better off without me.

without realizing, i felt the warmness of my tears flowing down my face. i felt my heart ache so badly, my body shaking.

unable to hold my stance, i fall to the floor. sobbing.

because im so pathetic.

taking my bruised up hands, i quickly try to wipe the tears away but they just keep coming, and coming. i cant stop. i cant stop. my bubble has bursted, i have no more energy, i have no energy to keep it all in anymore, i cant control myself.

as i was too busy drowning in my negative, self killing thoughts, i was interrupted when my hands were pulled away from my face.

a little taken aback, but still having tears flowing down my face, i looked up.

inosuke..

“what are you, a baby? stop it.” he grumbled as he wiped my tears away with his thumb. his thumb glided across my cheek, flicking my tears away as gently as ever. for a moment i felt my heart warm. this is the first time ive ever been carressed so gently. i loved the feeling, but at the same time surprised as to who i was recieving it from.

“dont cry anymore. i dont like it.” his hands gently carressed my face now as his emerald eyes looked into mine. i felt my heart skip a beat, the empty deep feeling in my chest being forgotten at the very moment. i couldnt look away from his eyes.

for the first time ever, i felt like. i was okay.

i teared up again, but before i could let the tears spill i engulfed inosuke in a hug. an endearing, loving, grateful hug. i sobbed as i buried my face into his chest.

“t-thank you. thank you so much.”

i felt his arms wrap around my shaking figure gently, as he at the same time patted my head.

i was honestly surprised as to what was going on right now. out of all people, inosuke.

you’ve made me so happy. you’ve made me feel safe, okay, and wanted.

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two months had passed ever since tanjirou had turned me down.

honestly, i had nothing against tanjirou. i never expected him to like me, heck, love me back even. i never expected him to reciprocate my feelings. but at the same time, i felt like i still had a chance. i dont know what was going through my mind at the time.

i still loved tanjirou. maybe not as much as before, but i knew i still had the slightesy feelings for him. i try my best to talk to him as if nothing had ever happened. i really just want to move on from it.

as much as i hate myself for it, seeing him and talking to him makes me feel worthless. i hate myself for feeling that way. if i could go back in time and redo everything, i most certainly would.

what hurt me even more was to see how close he had gotten himself with kanao. it was no surprise to me, honestly. kanao is a very pretty girl, and she’s just way better than me in general in regards to demon slaying and skill wise.

no wonder tanjirou would take interest in her.

i was happy for him, i really was. i held no resent towards kanao at all. afterall, it would be petty and childish.

kanao was a dear friend to me and if they really did have chemistry between one another, i do really wish them the best.

i just cant help but pity myself.

“(y/n)!”

i squeaked in surprise as i was suddenly lifted off the ground by a pair of arms around my waste and twirled around. it took me a moment to realize that it was nobody but inosuke, before having a giggling fit.

“i-inosuke! put me down!” i laughed as he started to make plane noises. i felt myself blush as his eyes locked itself with mine, before averting my gaze to block him from noticing my face had turned into a tomato red.

ever since i broke down in front of inosuke and had him comfort me, we’ve gotten a lot closer. not much has changed between us personality wise, but he associated with me way more and always seemed ready whenever id ask him a favor, etc. he also now liked to pick me up and pretend to toss me, or making plane noises as he twirled me around.

he’s honestly like my best friend now. i can actually talk to him about how i feel deep down inside. he listens but doesnt really give much input on it, but i dont mind. its inosuke afterall, what can i expect? all im grateful for is that he listens.

inosuke grinned before setting me back down on the floor. he patted my hat before literally collapsing onto the grass covered ground, yawning and using his arms to rest his head on.

“im tired, (y/n). take a nap with me.” he grunted, patting the spot next to him. i smiled before laying down too, as i looked up at the sky.

“hey, inosu-“ i cut myself off after i had looked at him and noticed he was already out like a light. i giggled a bit. hes such a baby, honestly.

i stared at his face a bit more and noticed how pretty and feminine his features were. his eyelashes were curled and at a beautiful length, his lips slightly parted making him look angelic. his fair skin with no scars made him look like an angel.

jeez, god really do be picking favorites.

i sighed before laying back down on the grass, closing my eyes as i rested my head on inosuke’s chest. i felt myself sleeping into sleep and just let it happen.

this was one of the many times i felt at peace, always with inosuke.

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“im telling you, inosuke and (y/n) have a thing going on! have you seen how they are with each other?!” falling onto the floor, zenitsu started to sob. “why, out of all people, him?! a pretty girl like (y/n) deserves better! eUUugGNnN!!”

“what are you guys talking about?” tanjirou asked as he walked into the room, a smile worn on his face as he laughed at zenitsu obviously being overdramatic about whatever it was.

aoi and the other three girls sighed as they continued on eating their lunch.

“zenitsu thinks (y/n) and inosuke are dating and hes freaking out about it because he knows he’ll never get someone as pretty as (y/n).” aoi said, laughing at the last part.

tanjirou froze, before laughing nervously. “aaah, dont say that, im sure zenitsu will find someone one day!”

aoi shrugged, followed on by more giggles coming from sumi and the two others.

“are (y/n) and inosuke really dating?” tanjirou asked, sitting down.

“dont even mention it! agh!” zenitsu cried from his laying position on the ground, before burying his face in his arms again.

aoi rolled her eyes before moving onto answering tanjirou. “well..no, actually yeah, no, we dont know. i mean it looks like it. they’ve gotten a lot of closer and inosuke is always up on (y/n) now. i mean, they’d make a really cute couple! i see the way (y/n) lights up when shes around him.”

“a-ah. i see.” tanjirou said, letting out a slight laugh. “well, im gonna head out to train now. ill see you all at dinner.”

aoi and the three girls said goodbye to him as he made his exit.

tanjirou walked down the halls of the butterfly estate, before stumbling upon the garden. he sighed, walking out with the intention to take a look at the peaceful view of the garden meadow and for some fresh air.

his peace was interrupted, however, as his eyes locked upon two well known people cuddled up on the garden grass, taking a peaceful nap.

his fists clenched, and so did his teeth.

he felt jealousy over power him. he did not realize it, but it was there and he felt it. he just didnt know what it was.

but what he knew, was regret.

that he had let (y/n) slip past him.

#kny tanjirou #tanjirou x reader #demon slayer tanjirou #angst #kny x reader #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke x reader #inosuke kny #im back #:(( <3 #kimetsunoyaiba #demon slayer #fanfic #kny fanfic #kny fandom

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evilmorticiadraws · 4 years ago

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Cyran’s Advisory or An Ill Omen

Cyran cracked his knuckles and looked at his friends around the Hexes Over Hoaxes table in their meeting room. Losana met his gaze evenly as he dealt the cards, placed markers on the board. Everyone whistled and clapped in anticipation. He was acting as dealer for the first round, but he would become a player on the second round.

This was the Rainglen Certification College tournament. Winner would actually win a scholarship to the college and a free seat on the highly-venerated debate club. Cyran aimed to win today. A queue of participants had formed around the table, but the existing members were selected first since they had the experience and had won the qualifying round.

To win Hexes Over Hoaxes, you had to play with precision. Sometimes, it was even expedient to aim to lose... loss wasn't confirmed until everyone was dead in a geopolitical landgrab game. It was even possible for characters to come back from the dead, using necromancy. Never say die until the final dice is cast. And he always aimed to win.

With his quick wits and sharp thinking, he was a shoe-in to win. Everyone took their starting positions and discussed invasion and trade strategies. They took the obvious spots. Where could he go, second, that was less obvious? How could he make his play?

Surprisingly, he chose a less-used position in the north, on an island. From this point, he would have to draft many trade treaties and start an armada of boats to get those goods to other countries and players and also start construction a navy.

Games could last hours. Some of the early attendant players left. Only the current boardgamers and judges remained, close friends, families, and fans of the tournament. It was always like this. Popular at first, then whittled down to the hardcore enthusiasts or those that had real reason to be here and participate.

It wasn't about pride. It was about power. It was about control of the board, even when you were at a disadvantage.

Cyran's mind was whirling, calculating the wins and losses he had sustained in battle. It was close. In fact, his closest competition was his girlfriend, Losana. God, he loved her sharp mind. Everything he loved about that woman and in playing this game was the reason why he wanted to marry her someday. Maybe even start a family. No, stop, Cyran! You're getting distracted...

He had a boat send a peace treaty offer with a white flag.

She shot it down before it even got to shore. So much for that.

With his last remaining forces, he made a suicidal charge for her borders. Through careful play and use of his remaining units, he whittled down her military. She might have a fortress, but he would starve her out and he did. Cyran was frequently known for his ruthless final plays.

This time, it won him the game.

Losana cried tears of both happiness and anger that he won and not her. He hugged her, crying, promising to make her proud. When they got outside for a picture to be painted, he erupted his breath of fire into the air to make a column of smoke, he was so happy. The wyvern finally made the dragon proud. So much for not being a "real dragon."

They handed him his plaque for winning the tournament, which he took beaming. A full year of college and he owed nothing, all thanks to what his mother once called "a huge waste of time." The next week, he was on the debate team. By the end of the year, he was the advisor to the debate team.

Cyran thought of all this as he prepared to kill one of his subordinates in the Artifact Guild for thievery. The man had already lost a hand and this was the final cost for disobeying Cyran's directives here. Even the tighter regulations and rules hadn't stopped some from stealing what has rightfully his.

Every dragon has a right to his hoard. No one wants to lose what they've worked for, what they've earned, no matter what the cost or means to get it.

And Losana was dead now. He had only Omen to look after and he was determined to completely own Mistseek by the time she came of age. Here, baby, an entire city just for you. Just like in Hexes Over Hoaxes.

All those lessons served him well now.

Cyran Moonsplit lowered his trident as the handless guild member quivered and cried. His name was pointless. Cyran didn't even remember it. He just remembered the twisting feeling of betrayal in his gut, the darkness. Just like the night he found out Losana died of Devilstongue. Finding out it was possibly genetic in origin. Just like her own father had died of it, so too, she had gone.

The guild member was trying to crawl away. Cyran made a motion and the bodyguards kicked and punched him into submission. Cyran raised the trident and pushed the sharp ends directly into his heart. The guy screamed and cried more, wailing. Musical, almost.

This was what thieves deserved. This was what all thieves deserved.

Cyran made this guild into what it was based on order and clarity: we regulate the unsafe curses. We protect this town. We sell what we make, we buy more supplies, we expand and we keep everything running. Without order, what did you get? Chaos. And he hated disorder and chaos.

Cyran burned the poor stallion alive and ground him beneath his claws. He was nothing but charred embers by the time he was done. Then he pumped his fist over his head, still clutching his trident. It wasn't about just pride... it was about power.

It was about control.

"Clean up this mess!" he told his underlings and they obeyed. He went to the washroom to clean his suit until it was immaculate again and then washed his trident under the taps. Here, the water was filtered from safe groundwell sources and water-trees. By Losus, someday, he would have this town curse free again. Then no one would have to suffer like he had.

Maybe, if they hadn't all been beset by the curse, Losana might still be alive and Omen might still have a mother. Now, he was the mother. He was the mom. It was a heavy burden for him.

Mocha took his coat as he left. The loyal boar was always at his side with a quick quip or funny joke. Today, no joke. He looked extremely serious and coughed.

"Sir, your tie too? Now that we're done?"

"We're never done," Cyran growled. "There's always another traitor out there coming to get what I've build and they'll all get what's coming to them. I hate thieves. I hate thieves more than anything else in the world. They're cowardly and they're scared. They don't want to earn what they have, they just want to take."

Mocha just nodded, a little pale. His older brother was one of Cyran's best fighters in a pinch. Everything here, he made! Not without help, certainly, but he deserved this. He deserved to enjoy the fruits of his labors. He came from nothing and he gave Omen a home, a future.

He still had Losana's boat in the harbor. All that work to become a certified captain and she never really got to sell her own vessel unattended. He hoped someday soon, Omen would show interest in sailing again and she would take the rudder just like Losana had wanted her to someday.

In fact, he let his feet take him outside the Artifact Guild building (a massive white square edifice dominating the center of the city.) His wings took him further, out to the harbor beside the hollow burned-out church to Losus. Against the pier, it bobbed quietly. It was a massive craft and would have made any dragon proud. Harmonywood, still polished. He kept it painted. About once a week, he would take it on the sea and fish and look for fresh sources of new cursewater for the deadglass artifactory. Her name was Losana now.

Once, Losana had named her boat after him.

Now, he had named in after her, in memory of her. The years weighed down on him, like a stone. Times like this, facing the salty air and the open skies, he wondered if it was worth it. His daughter was showing a worrying interest in thievery and had taken to common burglery herself in the guild. He was trying to crack down on it, restricting her hobby time, increasing chore time, giving her time-outs and restricted quarters to her room but it just didn't seem to be working.

She was smart and resourceful, just like him. His favorite artifacts kept going missing and he pretended not to notice, but he knew. In his own way, he was proud of her. She was fighting what she saw as an unfair system and taking what belonged to her. In her own way, just like him. Truly his daughter.

Everything he did, he did for her. His precious Omen.

He still remembered picking out a name for her. His precious blue hatchling in his arms, with her big red eyes looking up at her. He picked out Omen... a religious name that Losana had suggested. In Losan literature, there would be an omen of hope born that meant that the tree would eternally return, over and over, to the coast of Pendalosa and always grow anew every year.

Even though they lost their Losan god, people still believed in their hearts that the stump would begin growing again, when faith was strong enough.

In his heart, Cyran believed it too. And that's why she was called Omen.

He paced up and down the pier for close to an hour, just thinking. How to handle his unruly child? The thieves, the traitors, the spies? They all wanted to bring down what he built but he couldn't allow that, obviously.

At that time, he began work on the Tear.

It started as a coin with a single frozen curse imbued in it: the power to see and hear for long distances. Then a quadruplicate curse was overlain.

In time, the coin would carry seven curses in all and become The Tear In Reality. It would never leave Cyran’s side.

Omen always was a word with more than one meaning.

#omen #cyran #writing #sparse #oddments #oddments shop #pevrea #original #backstory #villain #cyran moonsplit #hoaxes over hexes #losana moonsplit #losana #omen moonsplit #writingcommunity #amwriting #amwritingfantasy

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saintheartwing · 4 years ago

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Demon Slayer: A Full Review

So! At long last, the excellent manga series Demon Slayer’s reached its end. I’m very sorry its over...I’m going to miss it, the same way I’m going to miss reading new “The Promised Neverland” every week or so. But with Kimetsu no Yaiba, also known as “Demon Slayer” finished, I can now dive in deep into the story and explain why its so good. Warning.

SPOILERS.

Let’s begin with the basic plot. Tanjiro lives out in the woods with his mother and his brothers and sisters. His father, alas, passed on a few years back, now Tanjiro’s a primary breadwinner as oldest man in the house, and his sister Nezuko remains behind with the rest of his family one day as he goes into town to sell his wares.

That night, it’s getting dark out. It isn’t safe to return home. Not because of bears or the like...but demons. So he stays the night at an old man’s house who talks about demons. Tanjiro doesn’t exactly fully buy into it, but...then the next day when he gets home, his family is slaughtered. It’s a horrifying scene. But...Nezuko is heavily injured, not dead. So he tries to carry her to town...only for her to turn into a demon as he’s trudging through the snow! And he can’t bring himself to hurt her.

That’s when a demon slayer appears. The Water Pillar himself! He tells Tanjiro he has to kill his sister, she’s turned, she’s dead now, he’s not going to get her back. Tanjiro however, is able to impress the demon slayer with his skills, and when the demon slayer sees Nezuko trying to save her brother’s life...he realizes MAYBE there’s something special about her.

And so Tanjiro sets out to find a way to cure Nezuko, becoming a demon slayer himself along with Zenitsu, the cowardly Breath of the Lightning user, and Inosuke, a youth raised in the wild who wears a wild boar’s head as a mask. The culprit who murdered his family? Muzan, who’s been alive for eons, who can change his appearance, and has incredible powers, and can convert other people into demons like him! Can Tanjiro defeat him? Can he save his sister? All this and more in...DEMON SLAYER!

The characters are what makes the story so engrossing. Tanjiro is a sweet, kind, compassionate sort. He recognizes that demons have to be defeated, but he recognizes that they too are victims as well, many of whom were FORCED into becoming what they are. The cycle of abuse is very prevalent in the story, many of both the good guys AND the villains are the way they are because of abuse. Zenitsu was always being put down and emotionally abused by his comrade in training, fellow compatriot of the Lightning Breath, whom he viewed as a brother and his mentor as a grandfather figure. The Snake Pillar was abused by his family, only raised to be eaten by a snake demon who enjoyed eating the infants of the family he belonged to, but who was keeping him alive because of his unique heterochromatic eyes. The Wind Pillar’s father was abusive to him and his brother, forcing him to become, when their dad died in the street in a drunken brawl, to become the head of the family and try and protect their mother...but then when the mother became a demon and a murderer, the Wind Pillar was left with an even bigger responsibility. Now with only his brother left and the rest of his family dead, he ALSO became abusive because of the additional responsibility heaped on him AND the pressure AND because he wanted his brother to stay as far away from his demon slayer life as possible, so he thought being overly harsh and ignoring him would make his brother give up and just leave him alone. Several of the “Moons”, the main enforcers of Muzan who are demons, endured horrible abuse when they were young and that abuse led them to lash out at the world and, in their desperation to get out from their horrible life...to become demons. Akaza was dirt poor, forced to steal to buy medicine for his dying dad, and nobody sympathized with him, instead just beating him for stealing and threatening to cut his limbs off. He loses his father...then, just when he finds another father figure at a dojo, and true love, and spends years training as a martial artist and growing closer to the two and becoming happy...they get poisoned by a rival dojo. Akaza’s world is shattered, he becomes a demon because everyone he wanted to help and protect...is gone. The cycle of violence and abuse is continued and he becomes the sort of bully and coward he once hated so much.

That cycle CAN be broken...but it takes concern for others, and love. It is the love of others, and the desire to want to do right by them that helps lift them out of that cycle, that redeems them in the end.

That DOESN’T mean Tanjjiro won’t kill the demons. He has to, and often does. But when he can, he tries to be honorable about it, even to make it painless. He’s not a coward, nor cruel, and he’s totally devoted to his sister.

Nezuko, in turn, doesn’t speak much in the story because, to keep her from going wild with demonic power and eating humans, she has a “Seal” over her mouth. But she gets a lot across with her actions, like her dramatic refusal to drink blood or attack a Pillar that stabbed her earlier, even when he’s offering his bloody arm for her to sup on. Her gentle treatment of others, the way she can shift her size and tries to avoid fighting unless absolutely necessary speaks to a pacifistic but strong soul.

And no, there’s no ass shots or breast shots of her. The clothing she wears covers that up completely. There’s no fanservice-y shots of her. I appreciated that.

Zenisu is a cowardly moron, but has hidden talent within that can be awakened when he’s asleep. When he dozes off, its as if his inner warrior rises up, and with a single sweeping cut, he can slice through ANYTHING. He’s also a pervert, who likes letting women touch him, or touching women. Naturally, he gets beaten the hell out of for this. At the same time though, he’s portrayed as being very compassionate too. He KNEW Nezuko was a demon, just as Tanjiro has a superpowered sense of smell, HE has a superpowered sense of hearing, he could “hear” that Nezuko, (kept in a box that Tanjiro carries around because, as a demon now, she’d burn up in the sunlight), was a demon...but because Tanjiro’s so kind, and because Tanjiro said the box was more important than his life...Zenitsu lets Inosuke beat the living SHIT out of him just to defend the box. ANYTHING to keep Inosuke from hurting Nezuko inside it. He doesn’t even raise a fist to defend himself.

Inosuke, at first, starts off as a roughshod, rowdy jerk who, beneath that boar’s head mask, has a BEAUTIFUL, almost girly face. But it makes some sense, because he grew up without any family. No mother, no father, raised by boars, and only barely able to read because of the kindness of a few strangers whom he hung around their porch sometimes. Nevertheless, he’s got incredible raw power and skill and has a very strong code. He’s not emotionally open...but he when he DOES show it, his heart is on his sleeve and he’s able to cut right to the point.

Tanjiro is a good straight man for these two rather rambunctious, ridiculous types. He’s also clearly the heart and moral compass of the group, and the story. He’s able to touch people, to reach out to them and connect to others by being earnest, compassionate, and down-to-earth.

The story, aside from diving into themes of how terrible abuse is and how it affects people and how we should break free from it, also dives into “what makes a human being a human” as it looks at the sad lives of many of the demons. Is there anything human left of them? What does it mean to BE human? The demons are just as much victims as victimizers, they’re pitiable, pathetic creatures as Tanjiro insists.

Another thing the story has for a theme is that family. Many of the main characters have unusual families, or else tragically LOST family members, and this impacted them heavily. The Flame Pillar’s father was a good, sweet, loving father until he lost his wife, and then he turned into a despondent drunk. He’s too angry at the world and also, himself, to cry when he hears his son is dead, but when he hears his son’s final words were for him to take care of his body...in essence, “please stop drinking, you’re better than that”, he can’t help but sob uncontrollably. Tanjiro’s family is tragically taken from him and that loss motivates him to become strong. Inosuke was raised by boars because, alas, his mother and father aren’t around...but not by choice for his mom. She was FORCED to drop him off a cliff into a river after writing his name onto his diaper because she was being chased by a demon and she couldn’t think of any other way for him to survive. Zenitsu was abandoned himself, his only family was his grandfather mentor figure, and his brother Kaigaku. Both of them were very harsh on him, but his “grandpa” did truly love him and wanted to bring out his potential, despite not being of flesh and blood, and Rui, the Spider Demon, who ended up killing his own parents when he became a demon, ends up creating demons to replace his parents and to make a “happy little family” because, deep down, he wants to be happy with his family again...but he no longer really remembers what it means for a family to have a true bond. It takes dying and seeing Tanjiro protecting his sister to remember it again. Not everyone has to be family by blood...family can come from anywhere. But at the same time, there’s a responsibility that does come from it...a responsibility to be decent. To be kind. To protect those you love, and to try and do right by them.

In fact, the ONLY decent thing the Wind Pillar’s dad does...besides dying...is giving his wife company. She, becoming a demon, murdered her children. She can’t go to where they’re going...she’s going to Hell for that. And the Wind Pillar, on the verge of death, is happy to give her company. But...nope! His dad is there. It’s not time for his son to die yet. HE’S going to keep his wife company, punishment for his own sins and his own pathetic life. The Wind Pillar has to keep living...and stay strong. So he literally saves his son from slipping into Hell as a final act of remorse. The only good thing he did in life...or rather, after-life. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve Hell...but at least his final act was to try and do right by his son. And that does mean something.

So yeah, you should know this. The story is NOT afraid of death. It’s not uncommon at all for major supporting characters you’ve gotten to know very well to die. Quite a lot of them die. And I won’t give away any more spoilers beyond that. But..like, a LOOOOT of them die. A LOT a lot. Remember when I said the flame pillar tragically dies? He’s, like, the FIRST major death. Keep that in mind. He’s just the first indication that the manga’s willing to kill off its characters no matter how important or likable they are.

The villains of course are very memorable in their own ways. Some of them are just incredibly powerful swordsmen, others have magical abilities, and others are just so raw-powerful with their martial arts they’re a force to be reckoned with. And their leader exemplifies another theme of the story...that of selfishness and the disregard for life. Muzan is a selfish, egotistical, thinks-himself-perfect type who only desires to conquer the sun to be truly perfect. He’s insanely powerful, has NO value for human life or even much demon life, is manipulative, abusive, cruel, capricious, and quite sadistic. He’s like a baby, everything has to be HIS way and if he doesn’t get it, he throws a temper tantrum.

It’s a bit of irony. When he was born, he was born dead. They were about to burn his body when he started crying, coming back to life. So in essence, EVERYTHING he’s done can be boiled back to that. It’s all about just staying alive and f-k the consequences for anyone else or really, EVERYONE else. He doesn’t care how he does it. And he’s killed COUNTLESS people over the years.

So who leads the Demon Hunters to oppose Muzan’s Twelve Moons? Kagaya Ubuyashiki. He’s got a lovely wife and...creepy kids. Kagaya Ubuyashiki, tragically...can’t fight. He can’t even swing a sword properly. He tried, but he’s terrible at it. All he has is his money, his cunning, his wisdom, his MIND. He’s the brains behind their organization...and he’s also been blind for years. He’s slowly dying, in fact, which everyone’s aware of in the Demon Hunters. He’s not a king though on the board, he’s a pawn too, and he’s perfectly willing to kill himself if it means he’d hurt Muzan at all. And on top of that, he’s memorized every single name of every single individual who joined the Demon Hunters. It’s the least he could do.

But I know what some of you are wondering. “Are there any...problematic elements in the story?”

Well, several of the characters talk about being stuck in slavery, but its portrayed as clearly a disgusting practice, and society is viewed in the wrong for its horrible treatment of the poor. A magistrate angrily yells at one character to just get a f--king job instead of stealing, ignoring the fact that the medicine the character has to buy for his sick father is INCREDIBLY expensive, he can’t just go out and GET a job, nobody would hire a violent kid like him, and he’s desperate. Many girls are forced to be prostitutes just to get by, and it’s a somber thing, portrayed as a tragedy that they’re often at the whims of abusive johns or women who own the whorehouses they work at.

There is also some clear bigotry against the demons from the Pillars, but this makes some sense. They’re supposed to fight and kill demons, and the overwhelming majority kill and eat humans, often very cruelly, so if you’re exposed to that type of being constantly and never see any demons being kind or decent, you’d think ALL of them were like that. For them, the human inside died when they turned into a demon, you shouldn’t pity them. But as Tanjiro says, that’s the wrong way to look at it.

There’s also two demons that are friendly, “nice” demons. Tamayo and her assistant, Yushiro. Tamayo is an expert doctor and chemist, who seeks to try and help Tanjiro return Nezuko back to being a human, and she opposes Muzan. Tamayo was one of the first people Muzan converted and she was also a victim of his manipulative behavior. She was dying from a disease, all she wanted was to see her children grow up, and Muzan said sure, he’d cure her, all she had to do was drink his blood. Well, she did...and she became a demon and killed her family and a host of other people, and regretted it ever since. Since then, she’s sought a way to defeat Muzan...to kill him! It’s difficult though. You can’t cut off his head, his body is too strange. But the sun? The SUN can kill him, the same way it can kill other demons, who dissolve away in the sun. With her and her assistant Yushiro, the Demon Slayers finally have a way to beat Muzan.

Also, the anime is really gorgeous as well. I highly recommend it AND the manga. So anyway, the story’s great, check it out if you can.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #manga #anime #review #spoilers

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wldthoughtz · 6 years ago

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Pain.

Seth Rollins (Angst/Fluff)

“This is not fucking fair!” Seth yelled loudly as he paced back and forth in front of the crate I was sitting on.

“Seth,” I sighed with an exasperated breath as I crossed my legs and rested my palms on either side of me.

“Don’t you dare ‘Seth’ me!” He snarled stopping dead in his tracks. “A three on one handicap match is not fair! Especially not after you just got back 2 weeks ago! And with the Riot squad!? Those chicks are insane, and they cheat! You’re going to get killed out there! What was Hunter thinking!?” He groaned angrily as he ran a hand through his soaking hair.

“First of all, you need to calm down! This is not the first three on one match ever, I’m a wrestler Seth this is what I do, and it sure as hell doesn’t matter if it’s the Riot squad!” I yelled out as I hopped off the crate. “Yes, I did just get back 2 weeks ago… but it was after being away for 4 months. Hunter put me in this match out of everyone else in this locker room because he believes in me which is more than I can say for you right now!” I snapped at him angrily.

Seth was furious as he marched over to me and wrapped his hands around my arms. “Believe in you!? He doesn’t give a damn about you, he only cares about the money he’s going to make off this match!” He snarled down at me. “You’re the most popular female superstar in the whole roster! He’s going to throw you in that ring just so you can get hurt again! I mean come on we all know you’re not as good as you used to be!” He growled.

My breath caught in my throat as the words left his mouth. His angry eyes boar into mine was he waited for me to respond. “Fuck you,” I breathed out pushing hard at his chest and watching him hold his chest as stumble back away from me. I felt anger and rage consume me as I glared at him. “If I was just good, I wouldn’t still be here! If was just good I wouldn’t be Woman’s champion right now, for the 6th time! If I was just good, I wouldn’t be the best female superstar on the brand! And if I was just good, I wouldn’t be one of the highest payed female athletes and make twice the amount of money that you do!” I yelled angrily at him. “So, no I’m not good… I was never just good…I’m m*thrfucking great!” I yelled at him watching a stunned look cross his face as his hand rested on the area of his chest where I had pushed him. The sound of loud clapping broke through the tense air causing us both to break eye contact and turn to find Baron Corbin down the hall walking towards us.

“Well said princess,” Baron called out loudly, still distanced from us.

I glanced back at Seth and felt my emotions overpowering me. I felt my eyes beginning to water and clenched them tightly to hold back any tears. Before opening them and catching a stern look on Seth’s face as he watched Baron come closer.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered softly as I swiped angry at a tear that managed to slip down my cheek. His head immediately turned to me at the sound of my voice and he watched me with confused eyes.

“What are you talking about?” He asked in an unamused tone as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Bab-” He was quickly cut off my Baron who wrapped his arm around my shoulder confidently.

“What’s this? The power couple of WWE are fighting?!” Baron asked in fake shock as his hand toyed with the strap of my ring top.

Seth glared daggers at Baron when his hand trailed down my side and fell on my bare waist, where his thumb slipped up the band below my breasts. “Get your hand off of her,” he growled menacingly.

Baron let out a chuckle as he moved his hand away from me and lifted them up in mock defense.

“Relax Rollins, I’m just messing with ya,” he smirked, turning to eye me up and down, before turning back so Seth. “She always looks amazing in her ring gear, doesn’t she?” He asked teasingly.

Seth’s eyes were dangerous as he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on before walking over and taking my hand to pull me behind his back. “Keep your eyes and hands off my woman Baron,” he growled harshly.

Just as Baron was about to speak, the alarm on my phone went off signaling I only had 5 minutes before my match. Both men watched me as I silenced the alarm before placing it back into the band of my ring gear. With a soft sigh I began walking away without saying a word to either of them. “Wait!” Seth called out making me roll me eyes as I continued walking towards gorilla.

I heard him jogging and suddenly felt my arm being pulled back softly, causing me to stop and turn to him. “What um, what did you mean back there?” He asked rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.

I shook my head at him in disbelief at the fact that he hadn’t even apologized for the hurtful words he said. I let out a soft sigh as I felt my emotions creeping up again. “Seth I can’t be with someone who doesn’t believe in me… and I can’t be with someone who thinks that I’m not good enough.” I breathed out sadly, pulling my hand away from him, watching a look of horror crossed his face.

“What?! Baby-” As soon as the words left his mouth Baron’s large arm came down on his shoulder. “Baron I swear I’m going to fuck you up right now!” He growled turning the push Baron hard against the wall causing them to break out into a fist fight.

Shaking my head, I glanced at them once more before walking towards Gorilla with watery eyes and a heavy heart.

I made it to the curtain just as Finn walked in with a bright smile and his championship in hand. “Hey Las!” He smiled brightly.

“Hey Finn, Congratulations on your match.” I smiled softly, loving the positivity that radiated off his body.

“Thanks, darlin,” His bright smile dropped into a small frown as he stopped in front of me. “Hey are you alright?” He asked, his face full of concern.

“Yeah I’m good,” I breathed out sending him a small smile. I felt a hard bump against my shoulder that sent me forward into Finn, who wrapped his arms around me, preventing me from falling.

“Watch it!” He growled out. A glare grew on my face as I saw Ruby, Liv, and Logan laugh as they walked past us just before their music blast through the arena.

You’re going to get killed out there, He doesn’t give a damn about you, we all know you’re not as good as you used to be… Seth’s words replayed in my mind over and over as I watched them walk out with smirks on their faces. I felt a tear glide down my cheek feeling the ache in my heart with each word.

“Hey, Hey, Hey. Darlin why are you crying?” Finn asked softly as he wrapped his arms tighter around me.

I let out a shaky breath before glancing up at him, seeing him watch me with a worried look. “S-Someone said I’m not a good wrestler anymore and I know it shouldn’t let it affect me… but it hurt a lot,” I whispered softly, biting down on my lip to keep me from crying.

“That’s complete and utter bullshit darlin! You’re one of the best superstars on this roster! Anyone who says you’re not good clearly doesn’t know what in the bloody hell they’re talking about! I mean seriously you’ve main evented over 50 times and you even main evented WrestleMania! Don’t let words hold you back darlin, you were meant to be here, and you prove that every day that you step into that ring.” He stated confidently with a bright smile.

Finn’s words filled me with pride, as I thought about all of the accomplishments that I had been able to achieve in my career so far. A huge smile grew on my face as I looked up at Finn. “Thanks Finn, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I said with a sigh.

“No need to thank me darlin, just go out there and kick their ass,” He smiled brightly as he stepped back away from me.

“You got it!” I smiled at him before walking towards the mirror to fix my smudged make up,

I sent Finn another smile as I walked up to the curtain, a small gasp left my lips when I felt Finn turn me around by my waist, so I was pressed up to him. I looked up and caught sight of his desire filled eyes as his hand slid softly down my side, grazing my skin before he slid my phone out of the band of my ring shorts. “Oops,” I whispered softly.

His eyes were still trained on me as he stepped away, clutching my phone in his hand. “Go annihilate them darlin,” He smirked as my music blasted through the arena.

I sent him a smile before turning and walking. I was immediately hit with deafening sound of cheering from the crowd. A huge smile grew on my face as I looked around and saw everyone in the arena on their feet and cheering. A little girl held up a sign with my name that read, ‘she’s the best of the best.” Seeing similar signs scattered across the arena and seeing a large part of the crowd sporting my merch made me heart soar.

I ran up and slid into the ring before climbing up to the top rope and doing my signature back-flip, hearing the loud cheers and applause echo through the stadium. I glanced around the ring and noticed the three girls circling the ring like vultures and an unfamiliar feeling grew in the pit of my stomach…it was doubt.

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Seth’s POV

“Seth Stop!” Dean yelled in my face as he and Roman held me pinned to the wall, keeping me away from Baron who was being held back by Drew and Bobby.

“Seth man you need to calm down! He’s not worth it!” Roman tried to reason as both him and dean struggled to hold me back.

“You don’t deserve her Rollins!” Baron grunted out at me as he tried shoving the two bulky men off of him. “You’re not man enough for her! You’re only holding her back! She needs a real man like me!” He snarled.

I felt red hot rage surge through my veins, I didn’t just want to hurt Baron anymore I wanted to kill him. “Get the fuck off me!” I growled and with a hard lunge I was free, and my fist were flying once again all over Baron face. The shouts and tugs on me became a blur as I watched my fists collide over and over with Corbin’s face. Suddenly I was lifted off up of Corbin, as I was being pulled away, I kicked my foot hard and heard a loud crack echo through the corridor.

I was slammed hard against the wall again but this time by Braun who easily held me back. “Listen here Rollins! Your girl is out there about to give the best performance of the night and you’re back here rolling around the ground with this weasel!?” He barked loudly into my face as he motioned to Baron. “You should be out there supporting her! Just like she does for you every single night!” He barked in my face.

His words suddenly turned my rage into worry and regret as I glanced at Roman and Dean who nodded in agreement with Braun. Looking past them, I saw Baron on the ground, holding his now bleeding nose as Drew and Bobby led him down the hallway. “You’re right,” I breathed out softly. He scoffed as his hands let me go and without a word, I walked right past all of them and made my way over to Gorilla.

The words she had said to me played over and over in my mind as I trudged down the hall. Seth I can’t be with someone who doesn’t believe in me… and I can’t be with someone who thinks that I’m not good enough. Had she broken up with me? I shook the horrible thought from my head but couldn’t escape the broken look that she had on her beautiful face as she had spoken those words. I had fucked up badly with everything I said to her… I know I did, but I had my reasons.

Glancing up as I reached the curtain my face went cold as I saw none other than Finn Balor standing there with her phone in his hand as he watched the monitor closely. I breathed in and out softly trying to contain myself as I walked up next to him.

“You fucked up,” He muttered as we both fixed our eyes on the screen. My eyes were glued on her as she moved across the screen, she looked absolutely beautiful just like she always did. She was on the top turnbuckle where she was always the most comfortable. Yet I saw a spark of hesitation in her eye before she jumped down onto the three girls who stood on the ground, knocking them all down. She must have landed wrong because I saw her roll over in pain as she clutched her abdomen.

“Of course she told you,” I huffed out unamused as I crossed my arms across my chest. Everyone knows that Finn’s always had a thing for her, in the past we had gone at it many times over her. I smiled because I’d been the one to come on top with the ultimate prize, her love. A frown made its way on my face though as again I thought about the words she spoke to me right before she walked out. Seth I can’t be with someone who doesn’t believe in me… and I can’t be with someone who thinks that I’m not good enough. Those words made it sound like a breakup…but I pray it wasn’t…because then Finn might actually get the chance that he’s always wanted… and I can’t lose her.

“She didn’t tell me.” He muttered, causing me to give him a confused side glance. He looked over at me with a stern look, “Her tears did.” He stated flatly watching me with a scowl as my head turned back to the screen sadly, the feeling of regret eating at my insides. The thought of her crying always made my heart ache and knowing that it was because of me was a direct knife through my chest. “She wouldn’t have cared if anyone else would’ve said that to her, she gets crap like that all the time... Truthfully, she’s one of the strongest women I know, which is why I know for a fact that only you could have an effect like that on her,” He stated harshly as he glared at me. His gaze went back to the screen and a wince crossed he face when he saw that two of the girls were holding her while the other kicked her stomach hard causing her to topple over in pain. I grimaced with worry as I took in the look of pain in her face as the camera zoomed in.

I let out a deep sigh as I glanced over at Finn then back at the screen, “I didn’t mean it man… I only said it because I wanted her to back out of the match tonight…” I breathed out. Finn and I let out a sigh of relief when we saw her kick out of the attempted pin. “I regretted everything as soon as I said it because I know none of it’s true. I just didn’t want her go out there…and I didn’t want her to get hurt again.” I breathed out softly. Clenching my teeth when I saw her hesitate once again on her jump before being pushed off the top rope and landing face first onto the mat hard.

Finn sighed and surprised me when he placed an arm on my shoulder as he turned to me. “Listen I know it must’ve been hard for you after she got hurt. You were the one that was there for her 24/7 while she recovered, and I understand that it must’ve hell for you to watch her go through that. But I know it was extremely hard for her. Especially coming back and having to try to start where she left off. She was at such a high in her career when that happened and now, she’s working so hard to get there again. Which is why those words are messing with her so much. She’s been working so hard because she wants to be where she was, but she can’t do that if the person she loves is doubting her.”

“…it was hard for her…she was always in so much pain that it would make her cry… and I fucking hated that I couldn’t take the pain away from her!” I muttered out through clenched teeth, thinking about the long gruesome months that she spent in pure pain and agony. “I was so worried when she told me the she was facing three girls, because I know that in a match like that anything can go wrong…especially with people who are dangerous and careless,” I mumbled out.

Finn sent me a small nod, “I know you were worried about her, but you should’ve just talked to her man, and told her how you felt.”

I let out a deep breath as I glanced back at him, “How do I tell her that I said all those hurtful things because I was scared and didn’t want her to go out there?” I asked him. “I don’t want her to think that I’m trying to control her or that I’m jealous and just trying to hold her back.” I sighed, my eyes bulged as I saw her suicide-dive and knock out all three girls.

“You tell her the truth! She could never be mad at you for caring about her.” He stated.

A long silence passed around us as we watched her being tossed out of the ring. “I just don’t want to see her in pain like that ever again,” I sighed watching the camera zoom in on her face of agony. Stupid camera guy.

“She’s not doing good out there… she hesitating and overthinking things too much. She needs to know that you believe in her, and she needs to know that she can do this. And she needs to hear it from you.” Finn stated squeezing my shoulder before removing his hand.

My heart dropped when I saw her thrown forcefully into the ring post and landing flat on the ground. “Fuck!” I gasped and without a second thought I was bursting out of the curtain causing a loud uproar from the crowd. The sound of my music echoed through the arena, Finn. The three girls scurried into the ring away from her as I shot them all glares before crouching down over her.

“Hey baby girl, what hurts?” I asked franticly as I pulled her into my arms.

“Everything,” She whimpered softly as she pushed herself into me. “You were right I can’t do this!” She mumbled shakily, and my heart lurched at the sight of her watery eyes.

“Fuck baby no! I’m so damn sorry! I didn’t mean anything that I said I was just fucking scared that you’d get hurt again,” I told her quietly watching her brows furrow. “I was just terrified of seeing you go through that pain again darling… But you’re fucking amazing baby and you got this! I know you do! You’re a fucking champ and I know you can do this, because you can do anything!” I stated watching a small smile grow on her face. “Now you get back in that ring and you kick their ass!” I yelled out, smiling when the crowd began to cheer.

She sent me a beautiful smile before pressing her lips hard to mine causing the crowd to erupt in cheers and whistles. She pulled away and scurried into the ring and breaking the refs count.

The match continued and it was clear to see confidence radiating off her body as she closed-lined the two girls off the ring side before turning and drop-kicking Ruby who ran toward her. She sent me a smile before she climbed up the ropes and did a perfect moonsault onto Ruby. She quickly covered her, 1…2…3!

“Fuck yeah! That’s my girl!” I yelled out slamming my hand on the mat as the arena went crazy. She quickly slid under the ropes over to me and jumped into my arms. “You did it baby!” She smiled at me brightly while I held her up in my arms as she held up her championship.

The three girls had scowls on their faces as they watched us walk up the ramp and make our way backstage.

Once we were backstage, her bright smile dropped as she jumped down from my arms.

Finn walked over and congratulated her before handing her, her phone and gave me a knowing look that clearly read, talk to her, I sent him a nod as I watched him walk away.

“Baby,” I called her quietly and watched her look up from her phone. “I’m really sorry for everything I said to you… I shouldn’t have said all those things to you because none of it’s true.”

I saw a frown grow on her face as she looked up at me, “then why did you say it?” She asked softly.

I let out a sigh before I took her hands into mine, “The truth is I was scared…I didn’t want you to go out there and because you were going into the ring with three reckless and uncaring girls that don’t care what they have to do to win. And I was fucking terrified that you’d get hurt again…” I breathed out shakily.

“Seth,” She sighed wrapping her arms around my neck while mine wrapped firmly around her waist. “You know that in our line of work there’s always going to be a chance that we could be hurt. And you know me… I don’t run from a fight no matter the situation.”

“That’s what terrifies me…” I whispered with sad eyes as I squeezed her waist. “When you got hurt, that was the worst time of my life. Because I hated that you were in so much pain and I couldn’t do anything to take it away…I just don’t want to see you go through that again.” A small smile grew on her face as she cupped my cheek.

I was taken by surprise when she leaned up suddenly and pressed her lips to mine. Within seconds I was kissing her back, dwelling in the feeling of her soft smooth lips moving softly against mine. After awhile she pulled away leaving us both breathless, “I’m sorry,” She breathed out causing me to scrunch my brows in confusion. “I’ve been so focused on me and getting back to the top. That I didn’t stop and think about how you were feeling…I mean you were the only one that was with me through the whole recovery process. You were there for me through all of the sleepless nights and painful therapy sessions. Thanks to you I’m back here, because you were the only one that never gave up on me.” She whispered sadly as she stroked my cheek. “I’m so sorry baby, I’m sorry for being so inconsiderate of your feelings,” I was stunned as I heard the words leave her mouth and I felt my eyes begin to gloss over.

“Fuck baby. You don’t have to apologize for any of that. You did the same thing for me when I injured my knee… And you know I would do anything and more for you in a heartbeat,” I stated as I pulled her tightly to my chest. “I’m so fucking sorry I said those horrible things to you baby, I should’ve just talked to you instead of being a complete asshole.” I mumbled pressing a kiss to her head.

“Yes, you should’ve talked to me, but I should’ve talked to you too. I forgive you… as long as you can forgive me.” She smiled up at me.

“Fuck yeah I forgive you princess! God I was so scared I’d lost you when you walked out of the curtain,” I sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You’re not going to lose me baby, you’re stuck with me now!” She smiled beautifully as I cupped her cheek.

“That’s perfectly fine with me!” I chuckled pressing a firm kiss onto her luscious lips, moaning at the sweet taste of cherry that lingered on her lips. I pulled away from her when I heard my name being called for my match. “I love you so damn much darling,” I sighed breathlessly as I watched her flash me her million-dollar smile.

“I love you more,” She giggled when I tickled her side.

“Not possible,” I chuckled watching her squirm in my arms.

“Yes poss-” She started but was cut off by Roman’s deep voice.

“Alright love birds that’s enough, but I’m glad to see you two made up. Seth wipe those googly eyes off your face, we got a match brother,” Roman smirked teasingly as he fastened his vest, while Dean chuckled as he laced up his boots.

I scowled at Roman before I heard a soft laugh leave her lips causing me to smile, turning back to her I placed a firm kiss on her lips, “Go to the trainer and get looked at yeah?” I asked softly as I stroked her cheek.

“Okay,” She smiled pulling away from me and taking my hand.

“Meet me after my match?” I asked stretching out my hand as her fingers slipped from mine as she walked backwards.

“If you win,” She replied with a teasing smile before tuning around and giving me a delicious view of her backside.

“You bet your sexy ass I will,” I called out to her with a huge smile on my face as I watched her hips sway effortlessly as she walked.

She glanced over her shoulder and sent me a sultry wink that caused me to let out a soft growl as I watched her sexy figure disappear around the corner.

“Now that ladies and gentlemen is a woman,” I heard Dean whistle behind me.

“Ambrose!” I growled charging for him when I saw him raise his eyebrows teasingly before taking off down the hallway towards our entrance spot. “Get back here so I can kick your ass,” I called out after him with a smile as I heard Romans booming laugh.

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Fist of Fire.11.Arc-1-end.

Cloaked bodies huddle in the dark, in the time before sunrise. In the middle of an empty parking lot in a part of the city that no one goes to in any regularity, the meeting was clandestine and secure. From a corner covered in shadows, a man wearing a three piece suit and a tophat emerges, brandishing a cane. He looks quite pleased with himself, overlooking the group.

“I assume,” the man spoke with smug satisfaction, “all is ready for the big event?”

“Yes, Lord Emesh.” A voice came from one of the taller cloaked people, a dry gravely tongue. One by one they all took off their hoods, revealing themselves. A teenaged boy with golden hair, three huge lizards, and a simple old man with spectacles. The old man spoke, in a southern drawl reminiscent of a slave owner, “Although we are very confused as to why you are not appearing in person. Is this not the perfect time to unveil yourself to the world, Lord Emesh?”

Emesh clicked his tongue and slowly tilted his head towards the old man, who quickly bowed his head. “ Phantom, now is in fact not the time for me to appear. My precious has not finished growing, and I fear that a premature opening would bring unwanted attention from abroad. I do not want both Omegaman and All-Might attacking me, do I? It's not a fight even I could win.”

The mention of Omegaman shuddered the three lizard people, and the old man now known as Phantom bowed his head deeper. “My deepest apologies, Lord.” Emesh gave a single hmph before turning to the boy with the golden hair. “Now, you are the lynchpin of this operation. The others will run interference along with the other nobodies I recruited to distract the other heroes. But you? You will carry out the job.”

The boy bowed his head. When he looked up, he wore a smile upon his face.

“I will not disappoint you, father.”

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Jade was not expecting the venue for his tournament to be as large as it was.

“WELLLLLCOME EVERYBODY TO THE SOUTH-EAST HERO CONFERENCE!” A voice roared from loudspeakers placed all around the largest stadium Jade has ever set foot in and thousands of voices screamed from packed seats. There were people wearing jerseys, people wearing hero merch, music blaring from speakers all over the place. Confetti was being shot into the air as three heroes flew at sonic speeds over the stadium, creating a huge boom. The crowd only got larger.

And Jade stood there dumbfounded. Riley walked up to her, and put her hands up to her eyes to see better. “Damn, turnouts a bit big this year. Was only about 90% this last year. Must be a champ coming.” A marching band was on the field playing a tune that was loud and inspiring, and acrobats were jumping into flaming hoops made by pyromancers below. It was an experience completely foreign to Jade. “Why..Why are there so many?!” “You don’t know?”

The students were standing in a box room above the rest of the stadium with a huge glass window looking down at the rings and fields below. Ricardo had just walked in on RIley and Jade talking and had overheard Jade’s plea for help.“This is one of the three hero conferences before the championships. It's like a college football game, but bigger. Scouts from all over the country come here to recruit people they see from the games, and the games only get more intense when you get out of the highschool circuit and into the college. Some people even go professional and go onto the HCL and play the sport as a living.” Jade was gobsmacked; she did not know of this beforehand. “Most people don’t watch the Highschool circuit, except for one bit.” And just as he speaking-

“ATTENTION AUDIENCE! IT IS TIME FOR THE FIRST EVENT OF THE HIGHSCHOOL CIRCUIT!” A voice sounded off from the loudspeakers and the crowd roared, screaming and cheering. The band on the field started peeling out, the acrobats following suit. The crowds started to chant, “Coaches! Coaches! Coaches!” The loudspeaker rang out once more, “Can the coaches of the highschool circuit please take the field.” The crowd cheered, and from a distance Jade could see five people walk out of a corridor. The announcer started reading off the names, “Representing New Orleans High, it’s Bayou Queen! From Nashville Academy it is Bluegrass! From Chattanooga Academy its Lakeside! From..” as the names were read off, sections of the stadium would cheer accordingly. The biggest cheers thus far came for the Little Rock High coach, Jungle King. However everyone was starting to notice something. “Where is Reverse?” Jade started to ask, but was once again interrupted by the loudspeaker. “AND! Making their first appearance in the circuit it is the Atlanta Hero Academy with their coach,” and as he spoke a streak of blue and white whizzed into the stadium creating a huge boom. Dust clouds flew everywhere, and when cleared the crowd saw standing in the middle..”REVERRRRRRRRRRSE!” The stadium exploded. Cheers and chants carried throughout all sections of the crowd. Reverse was dressed in bright white, red, and gold. He looked like a titan carved of marble, and his posing did nothing to dissuade the notion.“That’s right ladies and Gentlemen, Reverse! Savior of the President’s Daughter, the Knight of Mt. St. Helens, the defender of Boston!” The crowd was chanting his name and only died down when Reverse did a motion towards them. “Folks, this coach fight is going to be a doozy! Now, for any newcomers out there, let me explain the rules.”

The coaches started to go into seperate corners of the stadium, each doing small stretches. Reverse was just leaning against the wall. “To decide which school goes first in choosing the brackets, the coaches must duke it out! In order of who goes down last to first is how it goes. Normally, the games are set before they even begin but this time it's anyone's bet. We only have one returning coach from last year in Lakeside, so we need to see how well he holds up!”

The coaches were all eyeing each other. Ricardo continued explaining,”It is no secret that coaches for the school must be trained in hand to hand combat on a professional level before they can coach. It's so the school does not lose face in the ring. So they hire coaches more for punching other coaches than teaching the kids proper. However, the AHA decided that Reverse needed no supplementary coach for this part of the match.” Ricardo chuckles. “The coaches are now in place, and are waiting for the mark to go!” Jade and the rest of the AHA crew, even Emily, were pressing their face to the glass in anticipation. Then, a loud buzzer sounded and the coaches were off. Reverse did not move however. What’s his game plan? Jade thought.

Lakeside rushed in and summoned a large stream of water from the grates on the stadium floor and shot it at Bluegrass. Bluegrass ducked and weaved away from the blast and punched the earth, causing ripples of vines and plants to follow in a jagged pattern to the feet of Lakeside. The vines shot from the floor and lashed at Lakeside, who fell over. He sent another splash of water at Bluegrass who thought he could take it. But the water had small rocks in them and went at high speeds all around his face and neck, causing small but oozing cuts everywhere. Meanwhile, Bayou Queen and Jungle King had just finished their fight. Jungle King had jumped over a beam of darkness shot from the Queen’s hands and delivered a strong hook into her jaw, causing her to crumble to the ground like a wet paper bag. Jungle King’s gaze turned towards Reverse, who was still leaning against the wall. He shook his head at Jungle King, who made no advances towards him. The king was instead blindsided by the coach from Birmingham PowerSchool, Kintay. She grappled onto him like a child riding a bear, bolts of electricity jolting out of her and going into the King. He jumped in the air and fell on his back, nearly crushing the coach had she not jumped off at the last second. The King turned to fight her only to be hit in the face with a stream of water, temporarily blinding him. With the combined water and electricity now, King was being electrocuted. That is, he would have had Kintay not also shot a bolt of electricity at Lakeside and gotten him too, making him out for the count. His body fell to the side of Bluegrass, who he had taken care of earlier. King, now no longer being soaked, leveled his shoulder and charged Kintay, who was unfortunately not lucky enough to dodge him this time. She was thrown against the wall and fell to the ground unconscious. Which left only Jungle King and Reverse in the stadium.

Reverse walked forward, and took off the helmet of his coach uniform, letting his face and short cut hair show to the whole crowd. Jungle King gave a low chuckle and readied himself against Reverse. “Never thought I’d get a chance to fight you again, after you put me away six years ago.” Reverse’s face was stone, making no reaction. “I’m surprised,'' he said as he tossed his helmet to the ground, “they hire convicts as teachers in the state of Arkansas. Especially convicts who’ve killed.” The crowd was so loud, not a soul could hear what they were talking about to each other. All they could see were the two men circling each other. Jungle King was a huge, 7 foot 3 inches 360 pound man of muscle in a wife beater. His skin was a golden bronze and his hair was in a mohawk. One could describe his face as a wild boar with no tusks’.

“Well, it was easy for me when it happened then, now there should be no different this time.” Jungle King charged Reverse and delivered a mighty left hook into his body which .. did nothing. Reverse stood there, unmoved. The crowd went silent. Even Jungle King took a step back, in surprise.

“You just don’t learn.” Reverse simply walked forward and within a second delivered an uppercut to the behemoth’s body and he went flying into the air and outside the stadium walls. The crowd once again exploded.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! NOT SINCE THE DAYS OF OMEGAMAN HAD WE SEEN SUCH POWER IN THE SPORT!” The band was now in the stands and was now playing a tune to hype the crowd up as Reverse retrieved his helmet, turned around to face the cameras all along the stadium edge, and gave a little wink. And as the stadium was cheering he walked into the corridor he came out of. Jade stood still in their room, speechless as the rest of them. “He went so easy on us in practice…” John muttered under his breath. Not even two seconds later, the man himself appeared in the room.

“Man, that was some fight. I'm pooped yall. I ran here from the hotel after sleeping in jeeeeez.” Reverse sauntered over to a couch in the box room and crashed down on it, putting his feet on the armrest on the other side. Riley walked up to him, sat in a chair next to the couch and put her hands on her knees. “So, who’s gonna go first?” Reverse yawned and scratched his face. “Jade. She’s gonna fight this telekinetic kid. So uh, good luck kid. All of you go change into your gear.” In just a few seconds, Reverse had shaken Jade twice.

A few minutes later, Jade was down in a corridor leading out into the field, facing another corridor across the way from her. Standing with her was Reverse, who stood rather mightily. “All you have to do is throw fire at em, he can’t concentrate on more than one thing. Just don’t get caught in his grasp and you should be good.” Jade was shaking a small amount, the nervousness getting to her. She had already vomited in a nearby trash can, her nerves running rampant. “Don’t worry, you won’t get hurt too much. If anything, this is great practice for you. “ Jade gave a sideways look at Reverse. “That doesn't help my nerves.” “Well, don’t say I didn’t try.” A buzzer sounded from outside the corridor , and it called for the contestants to take the field. Jade gulped and Reverse pushed her out of the corridor, to the sound of screaming and cheering.

There would be three fights this round, so that they can get through the fights faster. Jade saw three giant concrete platforms on the field, with their contestants approaching them. Jade didn’t pay much attention to the other contestants, instead focusing on the boy approaching her. He was slim, smug faced, and jauntily walking teenager with a short dollop of golden hair on his head. He was dressed in the purple and green on black suit of the New Orleans School, with a popped collar. “CONTESTANTS! TAKE THE PLATFORM!” Jade stepped up to the platform, and was now mere yards away from her opponent. The boy is about her height, and his hands are in his pocket. His face is plain, spotless and essentially featureless aside from his golden yellow hair atop his head. His teeth were a shining pearly-white. Reverse was looking at the large screens around the stadium, and was hit with a hint of familiarity when looking at the boy. His hair, why does it look so familiar?

“CONTESTANTS! ON YOUR MARK!” The competitors took their fighting stances, except for Jade and the golden haired boy. Jade was far too taken aback by his non-chalantness to take form. What did Reverse say about his power? Her mind was racing, trying her hardest to remember his words. Only pulling up memories of the bus ride with Riley and coach fight.

“GET SET!” The golden haired boy spoke, in a voice that sounded like a love song.”Don’t worry, you won’t have to fight very long.” Jade’s blood ran cold. “GO!”

Then the stadium exploded. This time not with the cheers and screaming of joy, but with shrapnel and cries for help. The contestants run for cover, save for Jade, who just stands there in shock. Reverse sees this and starts to run towards her, him realizing what's going on.

But he was too late. The golden boy raised his hand at him and, miles away he was still only a few yards away, was forced into the ground by an unseeable force. Jade started to run towards him, her arms glowing with the sun energy within her, but soon found herself wrapped in the same bands that held Reverse.

“Oh no, that's not going to happen. You’re going to stay for the show. And I'm leaving with the girl.” Reverse was livid, his body heaving with anger and the energy within him. Jade was dripping puddles of burning energy and could only watch in anger and desperation as all around her explosions happened. The box rooms were on fire, the stands were frantic with other explosions. The heroes who were on guard are seen being easily bested by huge lizard people. An old man is seen floating in the middle of everything, pointing at locations and explosions happening. Heroes would rush in only for another lizard man to appear out of nowhere. The crowds were halted from leaving the stadium by the fallen rubble collapsing the exits.

Then, a voice echoed throughout the whole stadium. “IT'S BEEN FAR TOO LONG, REVERSE!”

The large sports casting screen at the end of the stadium lit up, baring the face of a man in a suit and tophat, smiling cruelly. He sported several scars across his face, with a notable dent in the right side of his head. His evil grin was accented by disgusting yellow teeth and his eyes with heavy bags under them shone with red evil fury. A strand of dirty blonde hair dangled down his crooked nose, between his eyes. The whole stadium was held still by an invisible force. “I would not try to escape civilians. You will find yourself cubed, No, no I do not come here today to kill. Although, I might make an exception.” While he was speaking, the boy in golden hair walked up to Jade, grabbed her arms , and started pulling her like a balloon at a state fair, away from Reverse. He was seething with hatred, a faint light coming off of him now. “Emesh…” Reverse muttered underneath his breath. The man on the TV gave a hearty laugh, as by driving the civilians who were in his clutch began to pull from their stopping points, now circling above in the air in varying poses of escape. “Reverse, I thought you finally bit it in Boston, after I let loose that plant beast. But no, you always had a penchant for survival. Did you run away again?” The faint light around Reverse was now growing brighter. “I am frankly surprised you are knowledgeable of my new name. You never were the smartest of the group.” Jade and the golden boy were out of his sight. He would have to deal with that later.. He has to save all these people now. “I think a punishment is in order. For daring to live after I tried to kill you, I will now drop all these people from the sky. A fitting exchange, isn't it?” He started to cackle, as the people began to slowly stop spinning and then.. Fall.

Then an earth shattering explosion was heard, causing a huge dust cloud to appear in the middle of the field. “Phantom! Did you kill him?! THAT WAS FOR ME!” The old man was whipped in front of the screen, and was babbling. “Nonono-no. I did not do that!” “I did it.”

The dust was split down the half as a cyclone of air shot from its origin, a bright light standing tall. Around the light were the thousands of people who were in the air, and the unconscious bodies of the lizard men. In the four seconds after the explosions, Reverse grabbed all the people out of the air and took out the lizard men. And was still raring to go, the bright white light still beaming out of him. “Where are you Emesh? Are you too afraid of being beaten twice? Of being broken and humiliated within the decade?” Emesh screamed into the screen, causing earthquakes.”hHOW?!” The beam of light that was Reverse stood there, stalwart against the man on the screen. The ground around Reverse was slowly decaying, turning grass into dust.

“I could always break your chains, Emesh. When you were still Planeteer. You were never stronger than me.” Emesh laughed. “ Oh really? Care to wager?” Suddenly the stadium started to shake and the giant screen caved in, creating condensed points of iron and television screens. The old man floating nearby was also sucked in, screaming that he was suddenly silenced as he was crushed in the mess of mass until the ball exploded.

In its place was a floating man with a three piece suit, a tophat, and a cane.

“Would you wish to put your life on the line?”

Reverse leapt from the stadium at lightning speeds and delivered a punch into the face of Emesh, traveling hundreds of feet in the air doing so. Emesh flew backwards and slammed into a concrete wall of the stadium. Reverse landed on an exposed girder from the scoreboard, standing resolute still. “I have ten years of regret in me, ten years of what ifs. Because of you. I would put my life on the line if it meant you don’t get to have yours.” Emesh shot from the hole he was thrown into, and launched a part of the stadium with him. Entire rows of seats and concrete chunks slammed against Reverse, only causing him to glow brighter.

Emesh was floating still, a look of fear creeping across his face. He knew he could not win against Reverse.. Why had he let his ego bring him out here? A drive to wipe away those we wronged him? Whatever it was, he could not die now. He was so far away from his goal.

Emesh spread his hands wide and the ground shook, creating a great tear in the earth where pillars of molten rock started to pour out. “Look familiar?” The cries for help reached Reverse’s ears as he remembered the tons of civilians down at the stadium floor. He was torn. End Emesh and cause thousands to be killed, or let him go and allow millions to die. Just as he was about to decide, a voice came from the field. “Don’t worry! We got this!” He turned to see Riley and his class carrying people to the corridors in the stadium side,along with other competitors and the coaches moving rubble to carry to injured and moving people out.

Emesh hated the community that he had to fight. While Reverse was distracted, he launched a pillar of lava at him from the crack in the ground, hitting him straight in the back. “Just like Victor! The same trick carries such great merit!” He began to cackle, but was stopped when a bright white glowing fist struck him in the chest. Emesh was thrown hundreds of feet into the air before righting himself. Standing atop the wall where Emesh was floating was Reverse, still glowing bright white. The space around his body was dark because of his presence,he illuminated so much light. “This ends today, Emesh.” The sky begins to turn red and dark clouds start to roll in from nowhere. “I would have no other way, you mistake!”

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Jade ws being pulled down a series of hallways in the stadium, each one echoing with the sounds of explosions and shakes. The golden boy was holding her arm and moving through the labyrinth of tunnels. I need to get out of here, and fast! Jade had been struggling the entire time in their mental grasp of the golden boy. She had been unable to get out, but she noticed something. His brow was becoming more and more tense, and the sweat was pouring off of him. His concentration is waning.. If I can surprise him I bet I can break his will! Jade began to concentrate on her right arm, the arm that the golden boy was holding, and tried to focus all her power on it. She steadied her hasty breathing , then -

“FUCK!” the golden boy yelled as his hand caught fire with solar energy and he let go of Jade, her hitting the floor. He turned to look at her with vitriol in his eyes. “You burnt my hand you BITCH!” He pointed at her and the pipes on the wall of the utility corridor he was pulling her down began to bend and pull from their place. Jade, however, tapped into something. In her concentration and desperation to escape, a latent power clicked. Her eyes glazed over in gold and she lashed her arms as if whipping someone, a beam of light shooting from her hand and creating a rope. The rope went around the golden boy and he screamed in pain as the rope began to burn his clothing. He jerked his head to the side and a pipe flew from the wall, steam pouring out. Jade let go of her rope in surprise, and had to dodge another pipe being thrown at her head. She raised her hand again and shot a bolt of light from it, its radiance illuminating the steam as it sailed down the hallway. And also giving away the position of the golden boy. The golden boy lunged at her, scratching her face. He punched Jade in the gut and she fell to the ground. Jade turned over and grabbed his head in both of her hands, and summoned her flaming arms. He began to cry out in pain as the sides of his head burned. He shoved her off and stumbled away. He turned to her.

“You’re not worth it… my face.. My hair! I don’t care if my dad wants you for his dumb plan! It’ll work anyways. Just you see!” Jade raised her hand to shoot another bolt of light but was halted when the boy raised his hand and collapsed the ceiling in front of her, separating them. He then turned tail and ran, his hands still clutching his face. Jade was about to pursue, but the shuddering corridor reminded her of Reverse and Jade started running the opposite way to try and find a way back to him.

It took her a while, but she came back to the corridor that led into the stadium, and was shown a devastating picture. Competitors were guiding people out of the stadium which was now a huge tear in the ground with gushing lava pouring out of it. And in the air, a glowing ball of energy was fighting an increasingly erratic moving flying man. Jade was watching a fight for the ages.

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Reverse lunged at Emesh and finally made contact. He grappled onto his legs and started climbing up the three piece suit. Emesh raised his cane to smack him, but as it got close to Reverse’s body it disintegrated. Reverse raised his right fist and punched Emesh into the ground. His body went flying towards the Earth, Reverse not too far behind. As he was falling, Reverse raised his arm in the air. Emesh hit the ground, and was struggling to stand when he looked up. He saw the rapidly approaching Reverse and raised both his hands to stop him in the air. Reverse’s descent did not cease, only slow. Flames started to form around his forward fist, like a meteor entering the atmosphere. “Must...not….let.you..win!” Emesh shouted as blood started to pour out of his eyes and nose.

“This is for Victor.”

Reverse kicked his legs into the other and a force propelled him into Emesh, who screamed in fear as he approached.

Hikers along the Appalachian trail would report seeing a bright light appear on the distance. The people of Charleston would say they thought a nuke dropped. But what happened was that Reverse delivered one kiloton of energy into the body of Emesh. The explosion was immaculate, the stadium now gone entirely. A crater now stood where it once stood.

And at the center of the crater was Reverse, on his stomach, unmoving.

End Arc 1.

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Ch7 - Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Warning this story is M bordering NSFW

Chapter 7:

Jaf Jaf08/11/2019

Salty air pressed to Kagome's lips, the tang strong and telling of where she was even before she awoke. As she slowly pulled from unconsciousness into consciousness, the rhytmic rocking of the world around her almost lulled her back to sleep. But when she finally opened her eyes she discovered why the to and fro of her surroundings was a reality and not the side effect of a twilight waking.

Stormie Like Weather08/11/2019

Stumbling from below deck up to the helm, Kagome caught a most breath taking sight. Shirtless, hair billowing through the wind like another sail, muscles bulging as he turned the massive steering wheel, was Sesshomaru. The boat rocked hard, knocking her from her fantasy with a fierce roll of her stomach. She launched herself to the wooden rail and retched over the side. A large hand found her back while another found her forehead, she could feel his sigh exit his chest as they were pressed so close. "Kagome your warmth is too great for a human." "I have a fever?" She whimpered. "Yes. Go back below, and I will find land. You require food, rest, and water. As your mate, I will provide for you." "M-mate?" The world turned fuzzy. "Soon, yes." He caught her fainting body against solid muscle, the effect wasted since she was unconscious.

Walter20508/11/2019

What seemed like an eternity later, Kagome awoke. She was parched and felt weak beyond belief, but at least she no longer felt seasick or feverish as she compared the temperature of her forehead to that of the wooden teaked deck.

Gingerly she rose from the bed and made her way through the ship topside onto the deck. There she found Sesshomaru, naked except for his loincloth and horribly sunburned. Glancing around, she started feeling green again as land was nowhere in sight. She turned again to him to ask what had happened and that's when she noticed his odd behavior.

"Boat, boat, boat," he said over and over again, in almost a whisper. He sat there cross legged style, staring at the mainmast with a far away look in his eyes.

"Ummm, Sesshomaru?" Kagome asked tenatively as she approached the seated figure. Upon hearing his name, Sesshomaru's head snapped around and locked onto her. He pounced on her then, trapping her flat on the deck as his head came in close to hers, his eyes going wide as he stared with his yellow eyes less than three inches from her equally wide blue ones, the difference being the terror in hers and the determined madness in his.

"Ka...Boooooaaaaaatttttttttttt," it sounded like he started to say her name before he drew out 'Boat' again. Just as quickly as he had pounced her he was off of her again, by the mainmast running his hand up and down it as he resumed his 'boat' chant.

Getting up, Kagome spied a cup nearby and crawled over to it, wondering just what he had been eating and drinking the past few days or however long it had been. Upon sniffing and gently sipping the remaining contents of the cup, she discovered to her horror that the delirious Sesshomaru had been drinking seawater for kami knows how long now.

How was she getting out of this mess? Although, as thirsty as she was herself, it did look and taste pretty good...

Slayer08/11/2019

"Umm Sesshomaru? Are you ok?" Kagome slowly walked over to him.

Walter20508/11/2019

She was near frantic as she didn't know how she could help him. If only she had something other than more seawater to give him to drink, she might be able to snap him out of it, but she didn't see anything anywhere else on the boat.

Absently she rubbed her swollen breasts while she tried to think of a solution. Sometime after she had stepped in to help take care of Miroku and Sango's Infant Twins she had apparently started lactating and...her train of thought suddenly stopped along with her absent rubbing.

Could breast milk work? What if she could channel her own purification powers into it, maybe she could cleanse his system using miko milk? She frowned as apprehension welled up within her. She really really didn't want to do this, but letting him be as he was would almost certainly spell doom for the both of them.

After undoing her top she slowly approached him, arms out but not saying anything before getting in front of him. Gingerly she settled into a straddling position on top of him, kneeling over his cross legged form as she reluctantly blocked his view of the boat.

"Boat...," Sesshomaru growled at her as she obstructed his view, his claws elongating as he brought one hand up towards her.

"Boat, Boat, Boat," Kagome repeated as she pointed at her right breast, before bending forward towards his mouth.

'Please don't bite, Please don't bite, Please don't bite'

But the 'docking' was successful and thankfully he started suckling without much urging. Sighing softly, Kagome recalled her training and started praying while internally focusing her concentration and soon her upper body was aglow with pink light that seemed to be flowing into Sesshomaru's mouth as his sunburn began to heal.

'Demonic healing? Please tell me he's returning to normal then?' Kagome thought as she broke out into a hard sweat.

Then his eyes, which had closed when he started feeding, suddenly opened, revealing his normal and stoically cold expression.

Stormie Like Weather08/11/2019

Sesshomaru eyed the miko on the other side of the ship's deck, the taste of her still on his tongue. She had her fists clutching the front of her shirt as she stared out at the island just up ahead. What a surprise, albeit a pleasant one, she'd given him. Evidently seawater was not safe to drink, noted. And yet, she had thought to save him through her own nourishment. With what she'd one day feed their young with, and with a pang of jealously, he repressed that thought. At the moment, her breasts were his... or would be again as soon as he could win her over enough to attain them. The exquisite taste would not leave his mind as he watched her from the helm. Her face still looked red as she leaned back against the mast. Her hair was up in a messy bun, leaving her neck open for his imagination. As grateful as he felt for her assistance, he couldn't help but feel cursed at the same time. As much as he had wanted her before, it had now turned into an avarice that made him ache deep in his bones.

Walter20508/11/2019

The island was tropical in nature and as they grew closer it appeared to actually be a series of islands ringing an ancient volcano that has sunken into the sea or an atoll as you would otherwise call it. Kagome was wowed at the crystal clear water that displayed luscious coral reefs and dazzling arrays of tropical fish as the Junk just barely cleared the reefs on high tide and coasted through a small channel into the lagoon before dropping anchor.

Together the two of them took a hastily assembled raft to a nearby shore that had palm trees and lush vegetation. Within thirty minutes Kagome had constructed a hasty shelter while Sesshomaru had killed a boar and gathered several coconuts that he easily pried open.

Soon they were feasting next to a roaring campfire as the skies began to darken with the fading night. But unbeknownst to them, they were being watched.

Taki 滝08/11/2019

Suddenly, as thought awaiting the perfect moment, a great Sea-Dragon exploded from the water, and with a quick flick of his tail, flung Sesshomaru to the other side of the island. Now with the female alone, having watched her activities on the boat and desiring her as well.

The dragon coalesced into a being, tall and imposing. She grinned toothily, hissing her pleasure as the female fell off her seat in fear. Quickly, as she had learned to do, the dragon used her impressive and long chinese tail to grab the girl by the waist and bring her closer. "You will make a fine harem girl for myself. And maybe a tasty snack later." She spat a strange mucus webbing out, slapped it on the girl's mouth, and flung them both back into the water, diving deep into the depths.

Once deep in her cavernous underwater lair, the dragon secured the girl in her pretties harem, and indicated to the servants to prepare her for her... induction that night. She couldn't wait for her snack!

Stormie Like Weather08/11/2019

Kagome backed up against the sea cave wall as squirmy tentacles held her arms. The sea dragon queen reached out with both hands in a grabby grabby motion toward Kagome's milk filled breasts. "Nooooo!" Kagome shouted as her reiki glittered around her like Edward from Twilight's skin.

Sesshomaru burst through the water barrier as a sopping wet 50ft dog, snarling. No one would get that milk except for him or his future pups!

Walter20508/11/2019

A portal opened just then and all stopped what they were doing as Inukimi walked through, looking totally nonplussed.

"I have been watching the proceedings for some time through my magical inter-dimensional necklace and while things have been quite entertaining for a while, I'm afraid I must now step in and restore order. Back to the Castle we go," Inukimi said as she knocked both Kagome and Sesshomaru out with her debilitating poison and had her servants carry them back through.

Turning to the Sea Dragon, Inukimi offered her apologies for the intrusion and deposited ten six pence on the ground as compensation before going back through and closing the portal.

Stormie Like Weather08/11/2019

Wiping the drool from her mouth, Kagome woke naked in a pile of silk on top of a futon. She groaned, holding her head. Suddenly a deep snore behind her had her eyes bulging. Slowly, she looked back over her shoulder to see a large mass of white fluff. Her trembling hand reached out, sinking into the down silk. The stripes caught her attention, and she bit her lip. "Sesshomaru?" She questioned.

imjaneees08/11/2019

Sesshomaru, feeling the stirring of the woman of his dreams, peered an eye open. Noticing her state of undress, his brows furrowed, "Did we rut? If we did, I do not remember and demand a reenactment." His trusty nose was useless for some reason or another so he really couldn't tell.

Stormie Like Weather08/11/2019

She covered her chest with the first thing she could get her hands on, his tail. "N-no! I don't think so!" She expected that'd lead to being extra sore, but she only felt a bit hungry and thirsty. "I'm just hungry."

imjaneees08/12/2019

Brows furrowing even lower, Sesshomaru sat up, a sense of contentment settling in the pit of his stomach at seeing his tail covering her bosom. Did she even know he could feel her breasts with the thing? Likely not, and he was not inclined to tell her any time soon. But back to the matter at hand, "Are you certain? I feel strangely....sated. Mother has mentioned spells capable of removing pain. And I still cannot remember and this one demands a reenactment. Preferably now."

Slayer08/12/2019

"I mean yeah fairly certain. Youd be able to smell it right so if you cant smell it then it didnt happen. Now I need to find the facilities and take care of my morning ritual." Kagome grabbed a length of silk from the bed and did her best to wrap it around herself before getting up and making her way over to the privy and wash basin.

Stormie Like Weather08/12/2019

Hackles risen, Sesshomaru decided he could not tell her his nose was basically useless at the moment. He had more pride than that. Not caring that he was exposed, Sesshomaru ventured out from the room the futon was in and explored there obvious place of captivity. They walls and ceilings suggested this was his mother's sky castle. The cutesy drawings he found scribbled all over the wall in the hall told him that this had once been his sisters' nursery, windowless to keep them from using InuEmi's cloud to sneak out. The same rooms were now being used to keep him contained. The door had been sealed by his Mother's own power. They would not be leaving until she gave in and let them out. With a sigh of exasperation, Sesshomaru walked through the small hall and into a room filled with a buffet of food. Fresh fruits, clear broth, rice, and steamed fish were all neatly placed. The miko did say she was hungry... and so he gathered up two places and brought them back to the room he'd awoken in, only to find her....

Walter20508/12/2019

Kagome sighed softly in contentment while lying face down on the bed as the topless Inuemi continued to massage the exotic hot oils into her back. “See my dear sister? These work wonders for relieving stress.”

Stormie Like Weather08/12/2019

Sesshomaru blinked, and here he thought they were trapped in there to procreate, but then why was InuEmi here? The soft moans coming from his miko by the hands of another was enough to drive him insane, and he had to remind himself that while this creature was touching his intended in very intimate ways, said creature was still his flesh and blood. Shoving her to the side and taking up the massage oils, Sesshomaru ignored her hiss of protest and resumed the activity. Surely Kagome would prefer his hands to his siister's.

"Ahh, what happened, your hands got all rough all of a sudden... are you using something?"

Sesshomaru pouted while his sister grinned evilly.

Walter20508/12/2019

Inuemi sidled in closer again, carefully scooping some oil out of the bronze pan and pouring it over the back of Sesshomaru’s hands, letting it dribble down his fingers onto the miko’s succulent flesh so as to not give anything away. “Everything’s fine, just needed to get more oil,” she whispered soothingly.

imjaneees08/12/2019

Ah, right. There were times when he wondered if Inuemi was simply his mother in disguise. This was one of them. That knowing look she threw them before she silently slipped away screamed entirely of his mother. Now, to wait for the inevitable.

Stormie Like Weather08/12/2019

While he'd expected Kagome to eventually realize it was he, Sesshomaru, massaging her, instead, she fell asleep.

Walter20508/12/2019

After a couple of minutes Inuemi returned, bearing a small basin with a stopped up drainer and suspended on chains. She hung it from the ceiling over the bed before blindfolding the still sleeping Kagome, who started to rouse. Quickly she indicated for Sesshomaru to stop rubbing.

"My dear, while reading about exotic therapies from the mainland I came across an interesting treatment referred to as Shirodhara, said to be poured onto your 'Third Eye'. If you'll turn over my dear, we can begin immediately," whispered Inuemi as she motioned Sesshomaru to raise up slightly.

With the room provided, Kagome slowly but gingerly roll over onto her back, blindfold still in place. Inuemi removed the stopped, allowing the oil to start pouring in a thin stream onto her forehead before flowing down her hair onto the bedpan that had been placed under her head. Next she gathered a handful of the other warm oil and gently poured it into Sesshomaru's hands again, before indicating for him to lower back down and making rubbing motions over Kagome's breasts. With another knowing smile and with a wink to boot, Inuemi once again departed the room, this time silently locking the door behind her.

She really was quite the little vixen. Unbeknownst to Sesshomaru, there was a little peephole in the next room over. She went to it and started watching as Sesshomaru started massaging Kagome's chest. Sure enough, soon the miko was making soft noises of appreciation. Those noises of appreciation combined with him running his hands over and around those soft warm melons would soon make Kagome intimately aware of something increasingly poking her in the stomach and when that happened, such fun fireworks were sure to erupt.

It should happen almost any second now...

imjaneees08/12/2019

Okay this was getting hella weird, even by Kagome's standards, and that was saying a lot. She turned her head, "Uuuh, Inuemi I don't think-" no female had a jawline that sharp.

Her eyes snap up to see Sesshomaru's familiar face and the mother of all screeching escaped her lips. Jumping, falling really, down to the waters, she proceeded to throw whatever her hand could reach at the daiyoukai.

"You pervert! You don't just go pretending to be your sister just to get a feel! What's wrong with you?!" Her embarrassment heightened when she realized she just threw her hello kitty knickers at his face.

Stormie Like Weather08/12/2019

Kagome threw a sheet toga on and began pounding on the door, "Let me out of here! There is no way I'll ever mate this perverted ice prick of a dog demon! I'll go on any date with any bachelor you'd like! Just let me out of this sex room with this dirty OLD DOG!" Her words grew more shrill by the second.

Suddenly the door flung open and she fell into the arms of InuKimi, who by all standards looked quite cross. "Sesshomaru? Where have your manners gone? Have I taught you nothing?"

"InuEmi..." He pointed toward the door, but his mother was having none of it.

"You say you'll go on any date with any bachelor?" Her yellow eyes gleamed as she looked down upon Kagome's angry and nodding face.

"Yes! As long as you get me away from this pervert!" She shot a look of distake over her shoulder, "And to think I was growing to sort of like you! Jerk!"

"Well it's not perfect, but it's getting me somewhere!" InuKimi laughed, pulling the now willing miko along.

imjaneees08/12/2019

Inukimi led Kagome down the hallway to her appointed room. She was smiling but inside she was plotting three plans a second. This won't do, this simply won't do at all. The pups born from this miko will be related to her through her son and that was that. Sure she will parade the girl for any and all, but that was so she could gloat when her son finally pups the girl. It won't really be hard maneuvering the girl, it was her son's complete lack of knowledge in human intimacies that made things complicated for her.

Her eyes glinted, no matter. All will go according to her plans, it always did.

Stormie Like Weather08/12/2019

Sesshomaru glared at his mother as she strolled off with the miko, who for whatever reason let him suckle from her, but a massage had not been permitted. Next time he would ask. He had a nagging suspicion that his dastardly sister had tricked him. "InuEmi!" He growled.

"What?" She giggled, sticking her head out from the doorway, "What is it big brother? Lost your little miko?" Her grin fell, "Good! That's what you get for breaking my dolls when I was a little girl!"

Walter20508/13/2019

Normally in this situation Sesshomaru was prone to physical violence. Certainly he had struck his retainer for far less, but even as he raised his hand up in such a manner as to strike her across the face with the back of it, an instinct took hold like a little voice in the back of his mind, even as Inuemi saw what he was doing and immediately sobered up, even looking a little afraid as she was quite possibly the tamest and least physically violent out of all four of them.

In that moment he knew that things would change and never go back to being the same if he struck. Something would irrevocably be broken. Engaging his brother in duels was one thing, sibling rivalries between brothers often resulted in such but this was something different. Gradually, he lowered his hand before turning and striding out of the room, stalking through the sealed areas before locating a suitably vacant room to physically trash his frustrations out on.

Inuemi watched him go, her eyes filling with tears of regret at her actions, so focused was she on payback that she hadn't considered how it would effect him or...'Oh Kami' how it might've affected Kagome. She had to find the miko and apologize, immediately.

Stormie Like Weather08/13/2019

Unsure what to say or do, Kagome finished chewing her bite of sushi, and looked back at the distraught demoness doubled over beside the dining table. InuKimi had dressed her up once again in fine silks, and allowed her to go eat and drink to her heart's content. Two plates in and InuEmi appeared with a snotty teary face and sobbing an apology. "InuEmi, please don't be so upset. Whatever is wrong, I'm sure it will all work out." She whimpered, hidden beneath a curtain of silver hair as she shook her head, "You don't understand..." Her shoulders trembled, "I tricked Sesshomaru into touching your booooobs!" She wailed.

Walter20508/13/2019

"Huh?" Kagome asked, confusion evident on her face, then realization came over her features.

"I set it up so Sesshomaru would be fondling out and arranged it so you would find him fondling you. I did it to cause an explosive reaction between the two of you to get him in hot water, a sibling revenge scheme for what Sesshomaru did to me in our youth. I didn't take your feelings or what would happen to you into consideration when I used you for it," explained Inuemi, confirming Kagome's suspicion.

With both thoughts about fights with Souta and pranks Shippou has played on Inuyasha coming to mind and seeing that at least she has learned her lesson, Kagome stood and walked to stand over Inuemi, seeing her flinch as it expecting Kagome to hit her. Feeling slightly offended at this, Kagome knelt down onto her knees and gathered Inuemi's chin into the palm of her hand as she brought her head up to stare eye level, golden orbs meeting deep blue ones.

"Inuemi, I realize that you realize what you've done is wrong and I will forgive you for doing this to me, but I will remember," said Kagome nicely but firmly, before inviting her to eat alongside Kagome.

While eating Inuemi couldn't help but steal side glances at Kagome while munching down on some meat glazed fruit. Before now she had seen her but as an arranged sister, but now she wanted to get to know her better. She certainly saw her as a valued pack member and wouldn't hesitate to die for her in a second if need be.

Slayer08/13/2019

Kagome sat at the table for several minutes thinking about why Sesshomaru would fall for such a trick. And the only thing she could come up with is that demons aren't as into personal space.

Stormie Like Weather08/13/2019

It was either that, or Sesshomaru was severely lacking in skills regarding women. She had to wonder, was he a thousand year old virgin?

Walter20508/13/2019

"So where is Kouga? Aren't you two mated?" asked Kagome, breaking the awkward silence that had held reign for several minutes now.

"Oh, he heard that Inuyasha and Bankotsu were taking the Band of 13 to go hunt down Naraku, so he ran off and joined them. I still have three years until my next period of demonic heat so there wasn't much of a point in doing much beyond the marking ceremony at this point in time," explained Inuemi as she played with her food.

"Ah, I see," replied Kagome.

"So, apart from occasional shenanigans, how're your thoughts on Sesshomaru?" asked Inuemi in sly response. Kagome blushed slightly and played with her food for a few moments in turn before answering.

"Well...I like him, from what I've seen and experienced so far, I think I might him better then Inuyasha. Like his brother he's pretty rough around the edges but he has far superior grace, just needs to work on his social interaction a little bit," Kagome replied.

Having finished his temperamental rampage earlier, Sesshomaru listened in while taking mental notes.

Stormie Like Weather08/13/2019

Leaning in to InuEmi, Kagome couldn't bare to ask above a whisper, "Has Sesshomaru ever even had a girlfriend?" "What do you mean?" Asked his sister with a delicately arched brow. "Well, it's pretty obvious that you were tricking him, unless he really doesn't have any experience with women at all." InuEmi's brows were both up into her hairline, "ew, I don't know about his sex life, you'll have to ask him yourself." Kagome flushed and blinked, ready to apologise when InuEmi tapped her own chin, "Well there was that one time we caught him with a rather large riceball..."

Walter20508/13/2019

"And I recall mama mentioning someone named Kagura, but apparently she was killed by Naraku, poor thing," said Inuemi as she finished perusing her memories on the subject.

"Kagura? Huh, I remember her dying in front of Sesshomaru but I didn't realize that they were in a relationship, I guess him being there when she died makes more sense now. I knew above all she mostly desired being free from Naraku's control," Kagome monotoned aloud as she recalled her own memories on the subject. A single tear fell from the corner of Kagome's eyes as she thought about Sesshomaru suffering the loss of a loved one.

"So...what all involves the demon mating process, if you don't mind me asking?" Kagome asked somewhat apprehensively. She seemed a little more resigned to her seeming fate now.

"Well, the three main things involves the consent of the female to mate, the male marking the female as his somewhere on her body, and then a solid nighttime of rutting that accomplishes several things including placing his scent upon the female, becoming fully intimately familiar with her, and cementing the suitability for them to bear offspring together. If the female happens to be in heat then pupping may proceed as well," explained Inuemi, with Kagome listening while become somewhat flushed herself.

"And erm...the rutting? What is it like...to be with a demon?" asked Kagome, even more hesitantly this time. Inuemi turned to her with a devilish smile on her face.

"Well, I would imagine it would be much like a human male, but with I'd say more grace, stamina, endurance, and perhaps when approaching...the zenith a bit more on the savagery side, although not to a degree that the mate would be...damaged," Inuemi hazarded as she recalled her night of mating with Kouga.

"Thanks," replied Kagome, who had finished eating and now retreated towards the quarters Inukimi had provided for her earlier, her million going in a million different directions at once.

Stormie Like Weather08/14/2019

While Sesshomaru was taking notes on how not to treat your miko, and Kagome was taking notes on how to navigate a fortress, Naraku was up to something of great importance - to him at least. "I don't care if 'normal' youkai sexually reproduce, Glitter Beard! That is not how I, Naraku, make my children!" He wanted another child since his most recent creation was not what he'd been expecting in terms of viciousness.

Glitter Beard sighed, "The other way is much more enjoyable daddy, you should try it!" When his "father" didn't respond, Glitter Beard rubbed his swollen belly, "These were made the old fashioned way and will be much more powerful than any budding-made offspring."

Now that got Naraku on to something, "Powerful you say?" His large hand reached out to stroke the stretched stomach of his pregnant incarnation. "Perhaps I will try this myself. Kukukuku..."

Walter20508/14/2019

A day later, Glitter Beard was busy nursing his twin half fox-half zebra demon infants while watching Naraku undergo some weird bodily shenanigans.

"Pops, what are you doing?" asked Glitter Beard in a somewhat alarmed voice.

"Hhrrrrnnnnggg, quiet son," grunted Naraku as a large mass grew before separating from his body, landing on the ground below with a wet smack. When the shape resolved itself, Glitter Beard look on askance in a mixture of horror and wonder.

"May I present to the audience Number 70, named Spawnamaru, featuring the ability to simultaneously birth upwards of 72 offspring in a five day period. Had to raid five villages and several demon hideouts to absorb the nine human woman of just age, a few rat demons, and a spider to act as a connecting conduit for this baby," Naraku announced proudly.

Glitter Beard counted nine glory holes, eighteen milking stations, and eighteen arms plus eight spider limbs, a giant bio-organic birthing and feeding station indeed.

"Now, if you'll excuse us," started Naraku as he took up position behind the monstrosity, "I need some privacy while I provide...raw materials for mah baby factory," said Naraku with an evil grin.

Glitter Beard beat a hasty retreat.

revang08/14/2019

Unfortunately for Naraku, a few days later he found that such a monstrosity was truly too much of an abomination to produce any kind of viable offspring. They came out looking kind of like the white blobs of flesh he had experimented with in Mt Hakurei, and were similarly inert, being nearly lifeless.

This simply would not do. It seemed he truly would need to do this the old-fashioned way.

“Murakumo, come here,” he called quietly through the shoji.

A moment later his sparkly incarnation appeared, jangling what seemed to be keys on a chain before the amused child on his hip. “Yes Daddy dearest? Well, it’s Granddaddy dearest now, isn’t it?”

Struggling not to roll his eyes, Naraku asked, “Just where did you find a partner for the making of this powerful ‘old-fashioned’ offspring?”

“Oh, don’t you know? That fabulous dog lady is hosting a big mating party up at her glamorous sky palace! Anybody who’s anybody is attending! Once Shimagitsuo and Kitsuumako are a few days older I’m totally going back up there. I wonder where the after-parties will be...”

Walter20508/14/2019

While using his patented 'Miasma Away' to get rid of his latest failed experiment, a plan was already forming in Naraku's head as to how he would take advantage of his party. Anybody being anybody means there would be a lot of powerful entities in attendance, beings that might give him much trouble in he blew in all 'I kill you now' evil-like. This level of subtlety would be such that he couldn't even fall back on his old white baboon pelt.

No, this would likely require possession of another creature. Various candidates flashed through his mind and memory before he settled on one creature in particular that would be perfect.

Later, Jaken returned to the Sky Castle, entering the Sealed Chambers. Entering her bedroom after gaining permission, Jaken bowed low.

"My Lady, my apologies for thy's actions a week and a half ago, but Lord Jaken has returned your long lost items to you and to make amends," groveled Jaken in a sincere sounding tone of voice.

Kagome, who was now only half awake after having her new afternoon nap habit interrupted, replied with a yawning "Fine, you may leave them by my bedside and all is forgiven, go back to Sesshomaru," before she rolled over.

Doing as she commanded, Jaken laid the satchel by her bed, but then brought up his staff of two heads and pointed it at Kagome, who had her back turned. The mouth opened but instead of issuing flames, miasma spewed out instead, causing Kagome to choke and cough, briefly rising and turning her head to look at him in shock before collapsing, unconscious onto her back on the bed.

Gingerly Naraku as Jaken climbed into the bed and examined the miko in detail. He couldn't very well bust out of this form for Sesshomaru would immediately detect his presence. Sigh as he might, he would have to do the deed using the toad as an intermediary between the two of them. Naraku set about removing the miko's clothes, before the door suddenly opened again.

Stormie Like Weather08/15/2019

Sango rarely allowed herself to relax and hang loose, so when she gave into thier current predicament, Miroku felt very lucky indeed. "W-wait, Mir-Miroku!" She giggled as his mouth moved along the line of her neck while his hands explored much more than just her firm bottom Her kimono was falling off her shoulders. Her Slayer uniform was mostly unzipped. They drunkenly stumbled through the halls, "There's got to be a b-bed roo-m around here somewhere!" She tried to open what looked like a door, but ended up being another wall. "Here," Miroku muttered against her pulse as he kicked open a door. "Finally" Sango shouted mid-moan. His hands continued to move over her clothes, trying to remove them but too inebriated to make it very far. She turned in his arms, catching kisses that made her heart beat faster. He walked her backward as they made out. Crashing on top of the futon, a loud screeching sound sobered them up. Sango immediately leaky off the bed, spun around in her full and perfect uniform with her weapon raised at the disgusting toad. There was something off about him. A soft groan and fingers reached out from the covers. "Kagome!" Miroku's staff clinked as he pointed it at the abomination, "I'd recognize the stench of your aura anywhere, Naraku!"

Walter20508/15/2019

“Naraku? No I’m Jaken, Jaken!” protested Naraku as he held up the Staff of Two Heads for proof. A quick spritz of Miasma laid out the two drunks, before he added another whiff to silence the stirring Kagome. He started to resume his march on Kagome before realizing that he could cause the group so much more suffering by impregnating Sango first. He had just gotten himself naked and Sango topless when Inukimi walked into the still open doorway. “Come along you two drunkards, I won’t have you interrupting Kagome’s....” her voice trailed off as she took in the scene. She and the staff equipped naked Jaken just stared at each other. Stared, stared, and stared, until both of their left eyes stared twitching, when one of them finally made a move.

#crackfic #OnePostChallegeSitBoy #sesshomaru #kagome #sesskag

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