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Delara is fire. She is life. She was not born for a life squandered by the sea.

🦈 Delara-centric 🦈 character study, missing scenes, merlopian!Delara 🦈 897 wc, complete 🦈 read it here

this one was written for the NWoD discord server's Who Wrote That challenge! This prompt was from @artqueen02 and was to write about a character with less than ten minutes of screentime :D my experience with this one has kinda been "friendship ended with nya now delara is my new best friend" ajsfdkl; no but she's Very Important to me actually.

huge shoutout to @cboffshore for betaing this! have an excerpt below:

Her scales are warm, and her legs are wobbling, and her long, knotted hair is clinging tackily to her neck.  

She’s made the surface, and the first draw of salty air into her untested lungs is freedom.

Delara crosses her arms over her chest.  She blinks seawater from her eyes; up at the sun, down at herself, around at the surface dwellers eyeing her up with guns and spears ready in-hand.

She must look a slight, shivering thing as she drips onto their wooden deck.  Delara bares her shark teeth, lets them know she is anything but.

“It’s one of those fish persons, Captain!”

“Yes, Clancee, I can see that for myself.”

This captain doesn’t walk.  He swims, as if the air were his personal ocean, but he’s no more mastered by it than a serpent by a fish.  He treads the sky and summits its currents better than any of her people could hope the seas.  

It’s what drew Delara initially to him.  It’s what’s led her to this exact moment, to joining his crew.

read the full fic here.

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It’s supposed to be an easy charter — get to Jamankai Moon, suffer its indignant cold, trade their scrap, and make some easy credit. It’s supposed to be an easy charter. Then the crew members of The Bounty fish a one-hundred-year-old cryopod from the endless oceans of space. The Oni inside it is still alive.

⭐ ninja-team centric ⭐ space fantasy, found family, fluff and angst, action/adventure ⭐ 9447 wc, complete ⭐ for @/lloydenthusiast ⭐ read it here

could this be fabro updating her fic blog??? what has the world come to???

haha this is a fic I wrote as part of a secret santa event at the beginning of this year! had a blast working on it and I hope you enjoy it too if you give it a read :D

Excerpt:

They lose the Oni within a day.

It’s not Kai’s fault, actually. He’s trying and failing to catch some shuteye now that his watch is up, scowling up at the ceiling and feeling intermittently for his blaster, when another alarm rouses him suddenly to his feet.

That’s not quite the emergency alarm, he tells himself, throwing on his shirt and running for the observation deck. But it’s not that much of a step down, either.

The problem becomes apparent when he glances towards the corner to confirm the Oni is still there, only to find that it’s not.

“Where is it?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” snaps Nya, flipping through the security cams. “It’s not even that big of a ship! It couldn’t have gone far!”

“Why did you leave it alone?” Jay despairs. “Zane! Now it’s gonna get us all!”

Zane looks stricken. “I am terribly sorry,” he says. “I left for a moment to find him sustenance. I thought that I would be back before he could cause any harm.”

Jay starts to say something back. Cole cuts him off. “Take over the cameras for Nya,” he commands, tone brokering no argument. “Kai, Nya, fan out and search the ship.”

Kai obeys. Together, he and Nya search the usual places – in the storage room, the kitchen, the smuggler holds. They even go through their personal rooms when Nya argues that the Oni could have stolen Zane’s keycard too. Nothing.

“He’s not that big!” Kai snarls, pulling the door shut behind him. He flanks down the hall with Nya, scanning for any sign of the Oni. “He couldn’t have gotten far.”

Nya freezes. “Wait!”

“What?”

She holsters her blaster takes off running. “Follow me!”

find the rest of the fic here :D