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loneworldgazer · 3 years ago

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itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

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second-chance-stray · 4 years ago

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RP Log: Cravs bets that Bertram can’t outrun a chocobo.

Cravendy Hound - Cravs hadn’t remembered to exchange contact information with Windy, which made treating the fellow to drinks hard to follow up on. But she was a daily sight at Gridania’s local bars, and she figured that eventually, the two of them would cross paths again. Already moderately inebriated, the sea wolf leans back on her stool and rests her feet against the table. Balancing precariously on one chair leg, she brings a bottle up to her lips and takes a hearty chug.

Bertram Windshadow was -- for better or worse -- a pretty frequent haunt of the various small villages and outposts in the Shroud. He enjoyed being out in the depths of the forest and was generally only inclined to return when he was in need of something to drink or eat. That or sleep. On this particular occasion he'd been out doing some foraging before deciding to take a break in his efforts to prize a small flower away from a slumbering morbol.

Bertram Windshadow made his way into the Druthers with his attention upon a satchel of fresh herb cuttings before looking up to see a familiar face. He blinks. "Cravs?"

Cravendy Hound struggles to focus on whoever has just said her name. She squints through a drunken fog, eventually making out blonde hair. A man...probably. And an eyepatch? Maybe Windshadow - or was it Windshade? Cravs shifts back forward and braces her elbows against her knees as she slovenly waves the guest over to sit at the table.

Cravendy Hound: “Over ‘ere, afore the seat gets old...I mean, cold.” She hiccups, and looks especially pleased.

Bertram Windshadow lifts his brow slightly as he resecures the satchel to his side and makes his way over to the offered seat. Had she been expecting him? How on Hydaelyn did she know that he was going to be here? Regardless, he shook off the thought and made his way over to join the woman that was not quite a stranger. "A pleasant surprise, huh?" He says with a quiet laugh while he gets seated, "What brings you out here?"

Cravendy Hound: “Brings me out ‘ere? I’m ‘ere whenever I can find the time,” she admits, speech slightly slurred. She slides the open bottle that she had been drinking out of earlier over to Bertram. “Ye can find me wherever there’s good drink to be ‘ad.”

Cravendy Hound smells freshly cut greens, and glances over to her companion’s pouch of herbs. She purses her lips together and makes a couple of circles with her hand, loose at the wrist. “Wh...Whassat for. Pickin’ flowers for someone? Heh heh...”

Bertram Windshadow: "That's a busy schedule ..." He muses quietly with a gently amused expression on his face. He certainly seemed tickled by the thought. He pauses a moment -- in the midst of pouring himself a *very* reserved drink -- to glance at the satchel of cuttings and then back to Cravendy. "Something like that." He laughs softly, "Some herbs for a friend. They helped me out with some of the bites that I got from your buzzing friends the other day."

Cravendy Hound: “That’s kind of them...kind of ye too, to ‘elp out with those bugs in the first place.” Cravs gives him a wide grin, followed by a few friendly pats on his shoulder. “I jus raid the medicine cabinets in the clinic after stuff like this, but yer not part of a mercenary company, are ye? Ye can always ask me to, er, -borrow- some supplies for ye.”

Bertram Windshadow takes the pats upon his shoulder steadily. It seems like he's not all so unused to the strong sort of camaraderie. He lets out another quiet laugh as he takes a small sip of his only partially full cup. It was *exactly* drinking hours for him yet but ... he didn't want to appear ungrateful. "Well that's real kind of *you* to offer, Cravs." He bobs his head to the side, "And, no, I'm not. I'm a bit of a ... uh ... freelancer, I guess? My friend does mercenary work though."

Cravendy Hound raises a brow. “Oh, they’re a mercenary too? Maybe I know ‘em...what’re they like?”

Cravendy Hound hears a ‘kweh’ coming from the stables in front of the bar, and suddenly remembers Windy’s claim that he can outrun a chocobo. She quickly gets up and nearly loses her balance. Thankfully, her hands find the side of the drinking table, and she’s able to stabilize herself. “Wait, save that thought. Heheh, remember what ye said last time? ‘Eres a clue - it involves big, yellow horsebos.”

Bertram Windshadow: "Oh, they're an old fr--" His answer is cut off short by Cravendy's sudden notice of the nearby chocobos. Bertram is almost ready to catch her as she wobbles but she's able to steady herself. He blinks before following her attention in the direction of the chocobo with a quiet laugh. "Oh ... I suppose I did make a somewhat bold claim, didn't I?"

Cravendy Hound ‘s grin only continues to widen. “Let’s make a bet. I’ll ride a chocobo to Camp Tranquil’s aetheryte, and ye’ll go on foot. Whoever gets there first wins the pool. Letss see...” With one free hand, she digs into her pockets and finds them woefully empty. Damnit, she had already emptied them on an earlier wager. “Bugger me, ‘aven’t got a gil on me at the moment. ‘Ow about an aye-owe-ye...half of what ye earn on yer next job?”

Bertram Windshadow glances between Cravendy and the chocobos several times before laughing quietly and rubbing the back of his neck. "Well ... alright. I can't see the harm in that." He pauses, focusing his attention upon Cravendy now."Though, I have to be honest ... I don't exactly make a lot of gil regularly."

Cravendy Hound: “Pwah, it’s fine. That’s the beauty of a debt...ye don’t ‘ave to pay right away,” Cravs answers, as she then stumbles over to the chocobo stables. As she heads out, the alehouse proprietor calmly adds a few lines to the bottom onto her tab and closes her out for the night. Though not one to pay right away, Cravs would eventually return to chip away at what she owed. An unspoken agreement between the owner and the customer.

Cravendy Hound saddles a chocobo and loosely holds onto its reins.

Bertram Windshadow watches at Cravendy hurries out from the establishment, a look of quiet shock upon his face before glancing over to the owner. He gives a somewhat apologetic smile before getting up and following the roegadyn outside. He steps up just as Cravendy is getting settled upon her 'bo, looking up with a thoughtful expression. "That's a good looking 'bo you've got there."

Cravendy Hound - The chocobo, dressed in an adorable yellow raincoat, kwehs nervously at Bertram while Cravs leans forward to hug its neck. “Hrngh...it. Came this way. Nnnyway, ye need to stretch or somethin’, Windy? Don’t want ye pullin’ a muscle, shit ‘urts.”

Bertram Windshadow bobs his head from side to side with a light smile, "I'm all good here, I think. I've gotten all warmed up from runnin' around foraging today. I shouldn't be in too much risk of hurting myself." He steps over and gives the 'bo a gentle pat on the wing before looking over in the direction of the Camp Tranquil. "All the way to Camp Tranquil then?" He looks up to Cravendy for confirmation.

Cravendy Hound - The chocobo abruptly jumps and ruffles its feathers upon being pet, and Cravs is thrown back into the saddle. With a pained expression, she rubs at the small of her back, kneading circles with her knuckle. “Camp Tranquil, aye. Alright, well, on the count of three! One...two...”

(Cravendy Hound) should we actually race >:D tho chocobo is too fast, I'd need some kind of handicap )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Hahaha! That could be fun! Though I'm not sure what handicap would work. Hrmm ..." (Cravendy Hound) we can use the timer thing xD )) (Cravendy Hound) hmmm )) (Cravendy Hound) I could just run further, and take the bridge up to Camp Tranquil from the Lower Paths )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Oooh! A head start? )) (Cravendy Hound) head start also works!! )) (Cravendy Hound) bert magic headstart xD )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( I'm good with whatever! I'll follow your lead! )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( He's quick! And magic! )) (Cravendy Hound) ahaha )) (Cravendy Hound) lets do me running further, that way we can start together :D )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Sounds good! Where's the finish line for me!? )) (Cravendy Hound) camp tranquil aetheryte! finish for both of us :D )) (Cravendy Hound) I'm just taking a longer path )) (Bertram Windshadow) Got it!! )) (Cravendy Hound) you take whatever path you want xD )) (Cravendy Hound) alright gonna start a timer........ ))

Bertram Windshadow begins to focus and his silhouette seems to blur. Like he's difficult to look at.

(Cravendy Hound) xD )) (Cravendy Hound) that was fun! )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Hahaha! Very fun! ))

Bertram Windshadow comes to a skidding stop just before the large aetheryte crystal! As he does so an errant breeze seems to follow in behind him. Once he's to a complete stop he glances around to see what the results were!

Cravendy Hound - And on the count of three, they’re off! Cravs screams, and holds onto dear life as her steed sprints forward. The scream slowly gets quieter as the chocobo and rider disappear into the forest. When Bertram arrives, he would see Crav’s bird arrive just seconds before. But it arrives...alone. Kweh! :3

Bertram Windshadow: "........................."

(Cravendy Hound) same, bert. same................... ))

Bertram Windshadow blinks several times, "Cravs?" He glances around, searching for the bird's rider, raising his voice slightly, "Cravs?!"

Cravendy Hound - There’s no immediate response. Meanwhile, the chocobo hustles over to Bertram and stares at his blond locks. After a cautious pause, it then cranes its neck and begins to nibble at his hair. If it looks like hay...

Cravendy Hound - Having fallen off early, Cravs is on the ground halfway to Camp Tranquil. She drags herself out of a bush, dazed and confused.

Bertram Windshadow makes absolutely zero effort to stop the chocobo. In fact he seems to continue on like nothing weird -- like hay hair -- was happening at all. "Craaaaavs?!" He calls out, starting to wander his way to the edge of the platform. Hopefully his hair was at least good tasting.

(Cravendy Hound) im losing it aahhahah >:D )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Hahahaha. I lost it at his hair looking like hay. I can't unsee it now. ))

Cravendy Hound - The chocobo spits out Bertram’s hair, deciding, no! It may look like hay, but it tastes nothing but. It chooses to follow him around as he goes over to the camp’s balcony. By now, Cravs has slowly made her way to where the bridges that lead up to Camp Tranquil begin. She just barely hears him call out to her and, as a speck in the distance, waves back. Muffled and nearly inaudible, she yells: “I’M OKAY.”

Bertram Windshadow tilts his head to the side, straining to hear Cravendy's distant reply. There was a moment of relief in his gut as he turns to look at the chocobo, patting them gently upon the neck. "She's okay." He offers quietly to the chocobo that abandoned Cravs in the first place. "Come on, let's go meet her." He then makes his way down the platforms toward Cravendy.

Cravendy Hound leans forward against the bridge’s post, looking exhausted. Drunk + bumpy ride + falling off = a whole ton of regret. She didn’t even get a good look at Bertram running! He just sort of became a blur - but was that the alcohol affecting her vision, or reality? No matter. Cravs pushes off of the wood post and tries to stand by herself, but can’t quite find her balance. For now, she kneels down on one knee as the world spins around her. “Blergh...”

Cravendy Hound: “...did ye get there first?”

Bertram Windshadow steps up close, leaning over Cravendy for a moment to make sure that she's okay before reaching out and offering a hand to the woman so that he could help her to her feet. "Not quite, no." He laughs softly, shaking his head. "Your 'bo beat me by a few seconds. They're a speedy one, you're quite lucky!" He looks over to the chocobo with a smile. "I also think they're hungry."

Cravendy Hound takes his hand and pulls herself up. She grunts in thanks. “Rather have a ‘bo that can keep me on its back...Ow!” The chocobo pecks right at the top-center of Crav’s head, as if it were following the conversation somehow. She rubs her head and gives it a dirty look.

Cravendy Hound: “Ye know, technically speakin’...the chocobo got first, ye got second, and I got disqualified. ‘Ow are we gonna resolve that? Bird gets the winnin’s?” She notes, chuckling.

Bertram Windshadow laughs softly as the chocobo injects with its indignant peck upon Cravendy's head. He bobs his head from side to side as he considers the situation. "Sounds to me like I owe the 'bo a nice meal."

Cravendy Hound lets out an amused snort. “Hah! Aye, aye...To the winner, goes the spoils.” She shakes her head in disbelief as her chocobo chirps happily. Two special meals, oh! Happy days!

Bertram Windshadow grins slightly and dips his head forward, glancing over to the chocobo as it makes the joyful chirp. "Well ... shall we then? We can get you all brushed off too ..." He glances over Cravendy before laughing quietly.

Cravendy Hound feels her expression hardening to her usual frown, but after a second, it falls away to laughter. “One trip to the chocobo stalls, to give ‘im a meal...and give myself a brushin’. Let’s.” She turns to walk back up the path to Buscarron’s Druthers - the start and end to a reckless but fun evening.

#ff14 rp logs #Cravendy Hound #Bertram Windshadow #so close to connecting the dots #interrupted by a drunken impulse #everything about this makes me laugh

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mythopoeticreality · 5 years ago

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Ohohoho I love headcanons howsabout 21, 24, and 25 for for the Raven King? (also I LOVE your blog theme)

Ahhh! excellent! Honestly I love these things to, such a fun way to develop thoughts about characters and explore them more!^^ Eeee! These are excellent questions too :D (also, thank you so much! <3)

21) Their fondest childhood memory

Hrmm...okay so honestly, I can’t help but feel that The Raven King’s relationship to his own childhood is kind of...a complicated one? I mean, he still refers to himself as the ‘Nameless Slave.’ As a boy he’d already had to fight off attempts on his life. Safe to say, I don’t think John Uskglass has had the easiest childhood exactly?

Of course none of this is to say he has no fond memories from his childhood either. He was Auberon’s favored foster son and student, after all, he became who he was within the brugh. But just to look at the way Fairies act, both between themselves, and when interacting with mankind, I can’t help but feel there was some distance within a lot of John’s relationships as well. And I could go on about this for an entire post in and of itself (and I have... >.>). You have the very difference in natures between Fairies and Humans making it difficult for the Daione Sidhe of Auberon’s court to understand the young Starling at times. You have the whole symbolism in the name Starling -- from the wild mystical appearance of a murmuration, to the fact that Starlings historically have been kept as pets, trained to speak -- and the possibility of Auberon using John’s accomplishments in magic to make himself look better for teaching the boy (The Gentleman, after all, attempted something very similar, after all, in his inital offer to Norrell, “I simply wish to be allowed to aid you in all your endevors, to advise you upon all matters and to guide you in your studies. Oh! And you must take care to let all the world know that your greatest achievements are due in larger part to me!”). And just on top of that you have this whole thing with Fairies where concepts like empathy and theory of mind seem so alien and foreign to them. But Now I’m getting off track.

All of this is to say that there were very few in the Brugh who the Raven King could really connect with. He’s led a very isolated and lonely sort of life. Which makes Thomas of Dundale’s presence in his life that much more important. I do head canon the two of them growing up in the brugh together -- and a lot of John Uskglass’s best and most cherished memories as a child are shared with him. Thomas -- as another human being -- understands him in a way no Sidhe can. He understands John in a way most other Englishmen cannot, because he grew up in such similar circumstances. Of course, he doesn’t always quite grasp what John is thinking all of the time, and John doesn’t always understand the way Thomas thinks either because of the differences in how they were raised, because John grew up in the Brugh all of his life, while Thomas atleast spent part of his life in a human family and can remember it. But still, they understand one another better than most.

So yeah, fondest childhood memory? It’s the dark of night, silent save for the distant sounds of Fae celebrations and the soft breathing of the other children and slaves stolen away by Auberon’s folk. The others are all asleep -- save for two young boys. The younger one -- who is nameless-- is restless as he usually is, cannot sleep and he may be the reason the elder is awake now.The older one -- Thomas -- does not mind, however. And so they talk. The younger boy is curious, he always has been. He has questions, about the world beyond, About England and the world Thomas grew up in, the people who raised him before (people like himself? People who cold have been like his parents?). And thomas answers his questions -- as best as he can, atleast. He tells the boy of his family, his parents, his siblings. Thomas tells him the old stories his nurses used to tell him, of brave and honorable Knights and Kings. And together, during those late nights, the two boys make their plans together. “Someday we’ll go back there. Someday I will show you everything and you will see it for yourself. Someday.”

24) What they wish they could change about themselves

Would John Uskglass ever wish he could change anything about himself? He’s definitely not going to admit to it, certainly. John Uskglass is arrogant and proud, he’s called so several times in the book and in the Ladies of Grace Adieu (John Uskglass and the Cumbrian Charcoal Burner, ftw!) and it’s just hard to picture him as ever seeing a need to change. As a King especially, there is just this natural air of certainty and assurance, of strength, that is expected of you. You are the one in charge after all. To be anything less than that? To show weakness or vulnerablility, to question oneself? Well, John Uskglass is a King in Faerie, and any ruler of Faerie who wishes to remain as such (who, really, wishes to remain breathing), knows better than that.

And I think, honestly that comes down to the core of it. Not knowing, not understanding. Those moments where the Raven King was left unsure and uncertain -- especially early on in his time as King of Northern England. Imagine it, you are this great magician, a conqueror of two kingdoms by the time your 15 years old, you are brilliant and you know it. You’ve finally arrived back amongst your own people again.

Only...

Only their ways are unfamiliar and strange to you. These people are your own kind, your own species, but you at times feel you can understand the beings that raised you --that are supposed to be far different from you -- so much better.

I do think in those early days there were moments where the Raven King did wish...well. I don’t think he’d ever wish to not be who he was, I don’t think he’d ever want to change that. But I do think he wished he could just understand those around him a bit better. And here’s the thing? He actually did. He did change, he made the effort over time and did get over himself so that he could understand.

It’s not made much of in the book, it’s put in terms of “Becoming less like a Fairy and More like a Man” by Norrell, and the Raven King is still portrayed as proud and arrogant, because...yeah he is still. I don’t think it’s anything that John Uskglass consciously sees as something that he needs to actively be going about and changing in himself. If you are brilliant after all, why not act like it? But still, it was an obstacle for him, and one he did, with time, change to some extant. I mean, he was a lot worse before (refusing to learn to red because you didn’t see what you could learn from others thoughts and opinions?) and I dono, I just think it’s interesting.

25) What other people wish they could change about them

I mean...a whole lot I’m sure xD John Uskglass is not an easy man to get along with, certainly. If I had to guess, for those who spent the most time interacting with him? Just that he could be more straightforward. That his thoughts and plans weren’t always so veiled to the rest of the world, and that people knew his intentions. Just that it didn’t seem as though he spoke in magician’s riddles all of the time! I’m sure the whole air of mystery that he carries about him loses it’s charm pretty quickly after those first few weeks xD

(all that said, I love Uskers for all of his Unknowable ways and wouldn’t have him change a thing ;D)

#Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell #JSMN #John Uskglass #In Which I Talk To People #headcanon #corvidae-quills

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nitewrighter · 5 years ago

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Of Blades and Broomsticks Part XVI

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Read it on AO3 here.

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The chambers of Comtesse Amélie were ornate--the rest of the château had an imposing grace about it, but there was an odd sort of warmth about the room, lit by candles as dawn bled pink against the horizon out the window. Amélie knew she would have to rest soon, but it did give her unbeating heart a thrill to see just how far she could push things to spend time with her spymaster before descending down to the château’s cellars to rest.

The comtesse had no reflection, but still she brushed her hair, seated in front of a mirror, watching the hairbrush in the reflection over and sweep down with each stroke.

“Do you think we were too harsh?” asked Amélie.

“She waltzes in with no warning after dead silence for 114 years and expects you to lend swords to her aid just because some idiot got stuck with a pumpkin head?” said her spymaster, looking down the sights of her crossbow, “If the fairies are as about hospitality and customs as they say they are, I think she’d treat you with a little more respect.”

“Or did you push me the other way because she called you ��food?’” asked Amélie, smirking.

“Well in her defense, I am delicious,” said the spymaster, plopping down into the comtesse’s lap.

“You’re ridiculous,” said Amélie, waving the hairbrush in her face in a mock-scolding manner.

“But no, I had better reasons than that,” said the spymaster, staying Amélie’s scolding hand with her own.

“If you fear war against the humans, I could always turn you,” said Amélie, “It wouldn’t even hurt...”

“I appreciate the offer,” said the spymaster, “But not yet. I can’t give up daylight just yet. And I don’t think plunging into all-out war is going to be good for anyone.”

“On that we agree,” said Amélie, looking at the window, wondering how few minutes she had left.

“You know we built something good here,” said the spymaster, taking the hairbrush and turning it over in her hand to see the filigree on the back, “And the fairies are always going on about the encroaching destructive force of man--and I’m pretty sure that’s because they refuse to adapt. And that whole perversion of magic thing--I mean, isn’t the whole point of magic that it does things that don’t usually happen? Things that aren’t supposed to happen?”

“The flame of creation alight in the world does concern me,” said Amélie.

“I could track it down for you,” said the Spymaster with a shrug, setting the hairbrush down on the vanity, “I can track pretty much anything, you know. I think that would show Her Royal Pain-in-the-Ass.”

“I know, my love--” Amélie pressed her fingertips to her forehead with a headache of the encroaching dawn, “But the last place it was seen was burned to the ground--”

“Not completely burned,” said the spymaster.

“Sombra,” Amélie closed her eyes and furrowed her brow. She should have been heading down to the cellar now. She knew that--she also liked keeping Sombra in her lap a bit longer.

“Scared about your poor delicate human pet?” said Sombra, folding her arms.

“You’re not my--” Amélie huffed, “You like getting a rise out of me.”

“I do,” Sombra grinned.

“But if there is a change in the wind as the queen said, we must be cautious,” said Amélie, “You can investigate, but use a gentle touch--if you do find the flame, don’t engage with it, just report back to me.”

“Fine...” Sombra said with a sigh, “Now, someone’s got a dirt-filled coffin with her name on it.” she playfully tapped the tip of the comtesse’s nose and Amélie rolled her eyes.

“Perhaps I’ll stay a few days in it this time... join you in the daylight...” said the comtesse.

“If that’s what my comtesse desires,” said Sombra, slipping from her lap and helping her to her feet, “I can keep things tied down while you build up your strength.”

“Mm,” Amélie leaned some weight against Sombra as they moved out of the room and down a winding staircase down to the cellar, and from the cellar to a vault with two guards posted outside of it, standing at alert and pushing the heavy oaken doors open for them and followed them inside. A baroque coffin sat on a large stone altar that looked far older than everything else in the vault, and judging by the Merovingian-era carvings decorating it, probably was far older. Whether it had been brought to this place when the Château was built, or the chateau was built around it, Sombra never thought to ask. She wondered, sometimes, if her comtesse was the only comtesse the Château ever had, if anyone had bore the title before her, or if she had always ruled and simply took that particular title when it came into fashion. The guards lifted the lid off of the coffin, and the comtesse set her pale hand against the dark loamy earth within. She bent and breathed in the scent of it before climbing up into the coffin with as much grace as she would mount a horse with. She sat in the dirt-filled coffin and ran a hand along its side.

“You could join me,” she said to Sombra.

“Yeah but then I’d have to get up to pee, and I’d have to climb all over you, and then get the lid up--it would just be a mess,” said Sombra with a sly grin, “Plus, I did say I would keep things tied down while you rested.”

“Don’t get too old while I’m sleeping,” the comtesse quipped.

“Maybe don’t sleep too long,” said Sombra, arching an eyebrow. She took the comtesse’s hand and kissed it, “Until next you wake, my lady.”

“My love,” the comtesse took the spymaster’s chin in her hand and pushed up slightly so that Sombra was looking at her, she kissed her on the corner of her mouth, “My heart,” there was no warmth of breath against Sombra’s face, but the words seemed to lace themselves around her and sink into her skin as the comtesse pulled away and the two guards lifted up the coffin lid to set it back down.

“Sweet dreams,” said Sombra as Amélie laid down and closed her eyes as the coffin lid closed over her. The final dragging thud of the coffin lid finding its place elicited a short huff from Sombra. She folded her arms, looking pensive for a few brief moments, staring at the coffin, before sharply lifting her head and looking at the guards. “What are you staring at? You know the drill. To your posts. Nothing harms the comtesse while she sleeps.”

“Yes spymaster,” the guards said in unison as Sombra walked out of the vault. She caught a few hours of sleep for herself on the comtesse’s bed in her chambers. She sometimes envied the farmers and their clockwork sleeps in the valleys out past the chateau’s lake--she couldn’t remember the last time she slept all night and was awake all day, but then again, she didn’t particularly care to remember life before the comtesse. It was about midday when the guards roused her from her sleep as per her orders, she donned the doublet and armor of her office, and left the château on a little black mare to survey the comtesse’s lands and see if the queen’s prophecies of fire and doom rang true.

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“They really overdo it, don’t they?” said Mercy, watching as a cultist walked by with a large sack of feed.

“What do you mean?” said Genji, stroking one of the horse’s muzzles.

“All this!” said Mercy, gesturing at the covered wagon, “I didn’t see any stables around the monastery, where did they even get horses?”

“Master just pulls stuff like that out of portals sometimes--” said Genji, shrugging, “He can pull out pretty much anything that’s fallen into the void.”

“Horses,” Mercy repeated flatly as a cultist took her bag from her hands and tossed it in the back of the wagon, “He can just... pull horses out of the void.”

“He is a god,” said Genji.

Mercy’s lips drew to a thin line. “Of course,” she said with an eye roll.

“I thought it prudent,” said Zenyatta, “It would eliminate a lot of variables--provide some rudimentary shelter when you are between villages, give you a chance to read that.” He pointed to the Vitae book under Mercy’s arm.

“Oh--I was just--” Mercy held the book up, “You can--”

“The point of a library is lending books. Not letting them rot on shelves. You have a way of breathing life into things, Gramercy, I believe that book is a good fit for you,” said Zenyatta.

Mercy looked down sheepishly, “I don’t know how to begin thanking you for your kindness...” she said softly.

“Simply pay that selfsame respect to your traveling companions,” said Zenyatta with a bow of his head.

Yes. Very subtle. He might as well have lit up the words ‘Tell Genji You’re Magically Sterile’ in pink and green flames above his head, thought Mercy.

“I will do my best,” said Mercy.

“Fare ye well, stabby cultists!” said Junkenstein, waving toward the monastery, “Perhaps one day we shall return! Isn’t that right, my creation?” he looked back at his monster to see several cultists crowding around him and smearing protective runes in ashes and water over his massive green belly. “Oi-oi! Oi! Say your goodbyes and be done with it! We’ve had quite enough of rituals and whatnot!”

The monster gave a “hrmm” and a reassuring pat on the head of one of the cultists as they stepped back from him with one stern look from Zenyatta.

“Take this,” said a cultist, pushing a mass of black cloth into the monster’s arms, “The outside world is full of heretics. Many of them will not recognize your magnificence as a golem blessed by Zenya’taa. You should conceal your form.”

The monster let the cloth unfurl and saw it was a large black cloak, which he fastened around his shoulders. The cultist had to stand on their tiptoes to secure the cloak with a brooch of uncut amethyst before slipping away back behind Zenyatta. The monster gave them a nod of approval and the cultist beamed beneath the shadows of their hood.

“Right then!” said Junkenstein, putting his hand on his hips, “Who shall take up the first leg of our journey?”

Mercy and Genji smiled nervously, but neither raised a hand or stepped forward.

“...neither of you know how to drive a cart, do you?” said Junkenstein, running a hand down his face.

“I can fly--” Genji started.

“I lived in the woods--!” Mercy started.

“I mean I can try, it should be fairly intuitive--” Genji started.

“Fine! Fine! I’m driving. But don’t think you two won’t be getting lessons!” said Junkenstein, clambering up onto the cart. The wood of the wagon creaked as the monster lumbered up into it, and Genji nimbly hopped up and held a hand out to help Mercy up into it.

“Everyone settled?” said Junkenstein over his shoulder.

Mercy, Genji, and the monster gave a nod. Junkenstein gave the reins a short flick and the horses started moving forward.

“Farewell, Master!” called Genji, waving out the back the wagon, “One day we will return with great tales of adventure and bloodshed!”

“If you ever get lonely, remember that the void will swallow up you and everything you’ve ever known and loved!” Zenyatta called back.

“Thanks!” Genji called back as Mercy awkwardly waved next to him.

With that, the creaking wagon was moving out down a narrow rocky path on the high sea cliffs away from the monastery. It rumbled and shuddered with the roughness of the path, but it was well made, it would do well for their journey. And the first leg of the journey was a long one, west across the windswept seaside highlands surrounding the monastery. Junkenstein quickly deduced west from the position of the sun, and it would be pretty easy to maintain that direction along the coastline. At least in theory. Mercy looked back at the monastery shrinking in the distance with no small amount of bittersweetness in her heart. She wondered if anyone would ever treat her as kindly as Zenyatta and the cultists there had. She wondered if she would be outrunning being burnt at the stake everywhere but there for the rest of her life.

“This is exciting!” said Genji, crossing his legs on the floor of the wagon, “I can’t remember the last time I traveled like this! I’m so used to taking the form of birds!”

Mercy snickered, “It’s just a wagon”

“You forget, I have been both demon and prince,” said Genji, folding his arms, “Now as we flee the prying eyes of those from Adlersbrunn who would hunt us, we must come up with new identities for ourselves! We are traveling in disguise! I will be... Genji.”

“Creative,” said Mercy.

“A dashing mercenary in the service of two traveling apothecaries and their...” Genji gestured at the monster, “Um... manservant.”

The monster made a noise that wasn’t too far from “ugh.”

“Apothecaries works...” said Mercy, looking over at Junkenstein, “As far as cover stories goes.”

“I’m fine with apothecaries,” said Junkenstein, only half-paying attention between them and driving the wagon, “But I’m not touching any piss! Well,” he caught himself, “Yes, I’ll synthesize the urea and ammonia from it, but I won’t be happy about it!”

“Well Genji had the advantage of no one knowing his name to begin with,” said Mercy, “But we should come up with other names as well.”

“...Fawkes,” said Junkenstein.

“Fawkes?” said Mercy.

“Y’know, it’s sneaky, like a fox,” said Junkenstein, “You’ll need a name too, Creation.”

The monster perked up.

“Something... dignified....What about Aldous Marion Shelley-Von Kuttner the third?”

The creature’s shoulders slumped.

“No?” said Junkenstein, “We’ll keep working on it.”

“What about you?” said Genji, looking at Mercy.

Mercy stared out of the back of the wagon for a while, resting her hand in her chin. “Angela,” she said after a few seconds.

“Angela?” repeated Genji.

“Angela?” repeated Junkenstein.

“I don’t know... I always... I always had the name in my head,” said Mercy, “It’s...one of the only memories of my parents I have. But I don’t even know if it was my name or my mother’s name... maybe it was too early to even name me when they...” she trailed off and shook her head.

Genji reached forward and touched her forearm, and Mercy looked up at him.

“It’s....” she glanced off again, “It’s just a name I know I’ll respond to,” she said with a shrug.

“It’s a good name,” said Genji, “...and ironic as you probably think this sounds, it suits you.”

Mercy just scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I mean it,” said Genji.

“And if you can’t trust your demons, who can you trust?” said Mercy, wryly.

“Exactly,” said Genji.

“So our cover story is set,” said Mercy.

“And look!” Genji pointed at his face.

“...What?” said Mercy, after a beat.

“Normal colored eyes,” said Genji, pointing at his, indeed brown, eyes. Genji pulled his lips back from his teeth, “No fangs,” he said, through gritted teeth.

“...And all it took was actually letting your scars show?” said Junkenstein, looking over his shoulder at Genji.

“I--yes...” said Genji, running two fingertips along a scar on his cheek, “But--it fits, doesn’t it? I am a dashing mercenary now.”

“The look suits you, Genji,” said Mercy, smiling.

“Well, as long as you like it, Witch,” said Genji leaning in, slightly.

Junkenstein and the monster exchanged weary looks as Mercy giggled a little nervously and glanced off, blushing.

“It is exciting though, isn’t it?” said Genji, “The smell of salt and horses on the wind, the fact that we have no idea what lies ahead of us in the future, the past we have to escape...” He took a deep breath in, “No more hobbling about between village and town, Witch! We’re on an adventure, now!”

About an hour later Genji was lying flat on his back on the floor of the wagon, groaning and staring at the canvas that arched over them.

“How do you stand it?!” he said with a whine.

“How can you be alive for 600 years and get bored this easily?” said Mercy.

“Would we go faster if I turned into a third horse?” said Genji.

“Wagon isn’t rigged for three horses,” said Junkenstein.

“Uggggghhhhhhh,” Genji groaned.

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Pharah was sore. A few days of riding would do that to you. The sun as their guide, they were still stuck on the meandering path through Adlersbrunn’s forest. Jesse seemed to know where he was going, more than he was willing to let on. Theirs was a slow pace of stopping for nearly every passerby to try and ask for information. Every story was different, many stories were hearsay three times over, and on several occasions Pharah found herself correcting different would-be informants. The first few nights they slept in barns and the lofts of lumber mills, but now they were deep in the thick of the forest, they still had the path, but the next inn wasn’t for a few too many miles.

“We’ll make camp here,” said Jesse, swinging off his horse.

“It’s barely twilight, there’s another hour of riding to be had,” said Pharah.

“Factor in finding firewood to keep the wolves off our backs?” Jesse suggested.

Pharah sighed and swung off her horse. With the last lumber mill behind them, the river running through Adlersbrunn had forked off into numerous winding creeks, still digging deep fissures into the soft forest earth. Any lumber heading west would have to do so by wagons on the path. Pharah watered and brushed down the horses. while McCree built some quick lean-tos and gathered firewood. By the time the sky had darkened, they had a surprisingly comfortable camp with a blazing fire. McCree apparently carried an obscene amount of smoke-dried venison in his saddlebags. The already gamey meat was rendered even tougher by his preservation, and the gnawing and chewing Pharah had to do just to keep the meat from chafing her throat kept conversation to a minimum. It slowed their eating enough so that they filled up fairly quickly while consuming little of their rations. When they had their fill, McCree lit a pipe and took a few puffs, offered it to her, and she declined.

“You’re used to this, aren’t you?” said Pharah, hugging her knees and looking at the fire, “You can set a camp quickly not just because it’s practical, but in case anyone refuses you shelter.”

“You’d be surprised how little it takes for most ‘kind and decent’ folk to turn their back on you,” said Jesse.

Pharah hugged her knees a little tighter and kept her eyes on the fire. “Why were you excommunicated?” she asked.

“I will tell you one day, you have my word on that,” said Jesse, “But I don’t think that day is here, yet.”

“I should like to know if you’re a witch or a heretic or just a bastard,” said Pharah.

“Well, thankfully, I’m none of those things. Maybe a little bit of the third thing, but my mother was a godly woman. She did her best.”

“What then?” said Pharah.

“There’s a time and place for these things,” said Jesse, puffing on his pipe.

“The time is now so I can trust you,” said Pharah, “Is it political? I--I’m willing to understand if it’s political.”

“The fact that a church can be political means it’s probably further from being a church than it should be,” said Jesse, “Well--obviously your faith influences your politics, but I’m talking about the interior workings of indulgences and bishops and--never mind. Never mind all that. Anyway, never had the time to nail shit up on church doors myself.”

“So a little bit of a heretic then,” said Pharah.

“Are you willing to accept ‘little bit of a heretic’ for now?” said Jesse, a puff of smoke coming from the corner of his mouth, “I do want to tell you but... today is not that day for the story.”

“Just... tell me: was it Reyes who ordered you excommunicated?” said Pharah.

“Does that matter?” Jesse tilted his head.

“Reyes is the only reason why I have any inclination to trust you,” said Pharah, “You had to be a good enough person at one point for him to take you under his wing. And...” she fished the adder stone out of her pocket, “He walks--walked... a gray path. Dogs protect sheep from wolves---”

“But all dogs were wolves once,” Jesse’s voice overlapped with hers.

Pharah stared at him, and in that flickering firelight she could swear she saw a flash of Reyes in Jehoshaphat Maccrea’s countenance. Determined, wearied by what he had seen, fearless and yet deeply sad.

“You’re wondering if just being in my presence will put you in the same place I am now,” said Jesse, “You want to keep doing Reyes’ work, but not if it means becoming an excommunicated piece of trash.”

“I don’t think you’re a piece of--” Pharah started but McCree’s eyes flicked up to her, looking sharp and almost brandy-colored in the firelight.

“I get it, you know,” said Jesse, poking at the campfire and sending up a brief burst of sparks, “You want to be able to return to the people you’re protecting and still be the person they know. Still be the person they love.”

Pharah was silent.

“I think we’ve all known enough soldiers in our lives to know that that’s not possible,” said Jesse.

Pharah looked up from the flames to Jesse. “You saw it in Reyes, too.”

“I saw it in Reyes. I see it in you. You wouldn’t be out here if you were the same person before you saw... whatever that witch did,” said Jesse. He pulled the pipe from the corner of his mouth and puffed out one last breath of smoke. “For as much as the word of an excommunicated scoundrel is worth--I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you from falling into my position. You could be the next Reyes--Not me. Not anymore.”

“But how much is that word worth, Jesse?” a voice lilted through the canopy of trees overhead. Pharah’s hand went to her musket, the horses nickered anxiously, and Jesse drew his own matchlock pistol and slowly rose to his feet.

“Knew I should have strung up some garlic around camp before we settled down,” he muttered, his eyes flicking around the trees.

“Oh you know garlic can’t stop me,” the voice responded with a snicker.

There was a rustle of leaves and a figure dropped down behind him and he pivoted on his heel, pistol at the ready, only to find himself facing down a loaded and tensed crossbow, the point of its bolt poking against his chest. His eyes flicked up from the crossbow to its owner, a woman in a black hood and armored doublet, grinning a grin that still barbed his heart when he thought about it too long.

“Sombra,” said Jesse, his eyes narrowing.

“Been a while,” said Sombra.

“You know her?!” said Pharah.

“It’s a long story--” Jesse started.

“And it’s one for ‘another day, ain’t it, Jesse?’” said Sombra, mockingly imitating Jesse’s timbre.

Pharah was already scrambling for the powder horn of her musket but Sombra drew a smaller matchlock pistol from her hip and had it pointed at Pharah before she could load the musket balls. Pharah was forced to freeze where she was.

“So here’s what’s going to happen,” said Sombra, “You two are going to tell me everything you know about the flame of creation and the town that burned down. Sound good?”

#gency #roadrat #spiderbyte #witch mercy AU

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jinmukangwrites · 6 years ago

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Ruins (2/2)

Part one: [X]

For @linkeduniverse @jojo56830 comics!

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The night had a bite to it and each hero were left to huddle as close to the fire as possible, seeking warmth from the flame and from each other. Time sat a ways off from the group, cold, but in the best spot to keep watch while the rest nodded off one by one. He tightened his blanket around his shoulders but also made sure he wasn't so bundled up he wouldn't be able to grab his sword if anything happened.

Silence fell like a gentle snow storm. The only noises as the moon rose higher into the sky was the cracks of the fire and the snores of Legend—he would always deny he snored, but every hero had confronted him about it at some point or another.

He watched the shadows of the forest around him like a hawk, well, like a very distracted hawk. Every so often, he'd find his gaze shifted over to the form of Twilight, who was the very reluctant pillow of Hyrule. Hyrule sometimes snuggled up to whatever was warmest and closest and was near impossible to escape from, and the unlucky victim this time was of course Twilight. Only Four Sword so far had managed to escape his grasp.

However, Twilight didn't look uncomfortable. He tended to sometimes seek the warmth of others while asleep as well, so while he was awake he complained, but asleep it didn't become a problem. Time’s eyes trailed over the red hair of the boy through the flames of the fire and he studied his nose just a bit more. He really did look like Malon. He acted a bit more like her too, which he supposed he should be thankful for. As the night drew longer, he constantly found himself looking at the same features and feeling the same longing towards the love of his life. He felt like he spent more time reminding himself to keep watch at the shadows than he spent actually keeping watch.

Every so often, one of them would make a noise. Warrior was vocal when it came to dreams, Wind mumbled often, there was Legend's snoring and Sky's sounds of content, Hyrule would always somehow clear his throat randomly and shift around often, and Four Sword would every once in awhile grumble while moving positions.

The only ones who were usually silent were Twilight, Time himself, and—of course—Wild. Wild was always silent, cuddled up in his own blanket and sleeping like a dog wrapped up tight in a ball. The only time he ever made a sound while asleep was when-

“Hrmm…”

Was when he was having a nightmare. Time looked away from the forest, this time on purpose, to look at the boy who had shifted so he was clutching the blanket with white knuckles. His face was screwed up tight and sweat, despite the chilling cold of the night, lined his forehead.

“If… if I ever have a nightmare, can you wake me up? I'll wake up anyway, but it is nice to wake up to the faces of friends.”

Time sighed and shoved himself up to his feet. For a minute, he was tempted to wake up Twilight—the only one who really could comfort Wild after his bad dreams—but decided against it. Twilight needed the rest, and with how tight Hyrule was wrapped around him, he wouldn't be able to get up and help even if he were awake to do so.

It looked like it would be another awkward comfort session between Time and Wild. He never knew how to empathize with the boy.

“Hey,” Time said under his breath in a low voice, careful not to wake anyone else, “it's just a dream.” He reached down and shook Wild's shoulder, and it took a couple shakes for Wild's eyes to groggily blink open. It only took a second for the tiredness in Wild's eyes to disappear with wide awake fear.

Time quickly retracted his hand as once again Wild flinched violently from him. Wild scrambled in his sheets and ended up a few feet from his original spot, sitting with his legs ready to kick and arms grasping at the small weeds on the forest floor.

“Hey,” Time said quietly, and for a moment he was thankful that even in fear Wild was silent. He felt bad after that moment. “It's just me.”

Wild blinked and focused on time before recognition flashed. Wild's face crumpled and he wiped at his nose as he got in a more defensive posture. He brought his knees up to his chest and he wrapped his arms around then as he laid his head down so Time couldn't see.

“Sorry,” Wild said quietly.

“Don't be. We all have nightmares.”

“...”

Time sighed and looked at the sleeping Twilight like it would solve all of his problems. He walked closer to Wild and sat down a few feet apart.

What would Twilight do?

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

Wild remained silent for a few long moments before he shook his head in his knees. “I don't remember. I never do.”

Time didn't say anything more, just sat there to be a presence. He continued his watch from where he sat.

Suddenly, with no prompting, Wild spoke up.

“There's… there's been something I've needed to tell you…” Wild whispered quietly, so quietly that Time almost didn't hear him. He looked away from the forest and back towards Wild, who had his chin resting on his knees with his eyes staring deep into the campfire. “I've just… I was afraid you'd hate me, but I need to tell you.”

Time almost protested that he would never hate any of the heroes for any reason, but the look in Wild's eyes made him clench his jaw shut and stare. He nodded for Wild to continue.

Wild looked almost relieved but the stress in his shoulders did not fall.

“I… I was finally strong enough to face Calamity Ganon,” Wild started quietly. Time stared in shock, Wild had never told any details about his journey to anyone, “and… on the way I found these- these ruins. There's lots of ruins where I come from. Castle's… cities… springs… just, this one stood out to me. I pulled my horse towards them, deciding that Ganon can wait a few hours longer and went to investigate. The ruins were of a ranch.”

Wild stopped talking and took a deep breath, Time presumed he was choosing his words. Time himself remained silent, not wanting to speak and have Wild change his mind about sharing this story.

“There were Guardians there, and also bokoblin's on horses. I came at night, so there was also this skeletal bokoblin riding a dead horse… I've never seen anything like that. I defeated them all and it became morning. I rode my horse closer to the ruins and… they felt so familiar and safe even though there were so many enemies I had to defeat to get there. It was all torn down, like a tornado went through it. For all I know, one did, but there was still this worn down path that went in a huge loop where I rode my horse around for no reason. In the middle of the loop, surrounded by wood that could hardly be called a fence any longer, were these two jumps. I jumped my horse on those… I felt so safe there that I almost forgot I was on the way to take on Calamity Ganon. I left when the sun was setting…”

Time shifted nervously when Wild moved his gaze from the fire to look directly in Time’s eyes.

“When we went to Lon Lon Ranch… your home… I recognized it.”

Wild stopped speaking, just starting at Time's reaction, and honestly, Time didn't know how he should react. He could only assume that the ranch ruins Wild found was his own ranch, and while that stung—finding out a home he worked so hard to have was destined to be destroyed—he couldn't find why Wild was convinced that Time would hate him for it. He knew Wild came from a post apocalyptic world, so when he thought about it, he wasn't surprised that his ranch would be destroyed. In reality, he was honestly impressed that it lasted that long in the first place. How many times it would have had to be fixed and rebuilt in the span of ten thousand years…

Time found Wild's eyes and he realized Wild was expecting him to say something. Waiting for time to confirm his impossible fears, probably.

He cleared his throat. “I'm surprised the old place lasted that long.”

Time instantly realized that was probably the wrong thing to say when Wild sighed sadly and returned his head to be buried in his knees.

Time wouldn't have that. He wouldn't let the first time Wild opened up to him end like this.

He scooted closer and put a hand on Wild's shoulder, only this time Wild thankfully didn't flinch. He just poked up his head just the slightest to deliver a glare.

“Did you really think I would hate you?” Time asked.

Wild sighed and turned away. “You should. You could have had descendants living there… and because of me they probably all dead.”

“That's a huge burden to bear. Where'd you pick that up?”

Wild snapped his head up and shoved Time's hand away. He was glaring. “I failed. Zelda and the Champions all did their part, but I… but I died. I was gone for one hundred years. I allowed Calamity Ganon to linger, allowed the monsters to pillage the land. If I… if I could just have done my job, whoever lived at your ranch and so many others would still be alive. I…” Wild blinked and wiped at his eyes when a surprise drop ran down, “I… f-failed…”

Time was not a cuddly person. The only person in the world who could crawl through his defenses and make him relax in another arms were his love, his light, his Malon. He would much rather show his affection with words than touch, though at the former he wasn't very good at either. Yet… he couldn't just sit there and watch this boy fall apart, not when he'd done nothing wrong. Before he could change his mind, he wrapped his arms around Wild and pulled him close. Wild didn't fight, all he did was collapse and wrap shaking hands around the back of Times shirt. Time brought a hand up to Wild's hair and he whispered every comforting word he knew; he didn't stop until shaking shoulders stilled and breathing evened out.

Who knew how much time passed before Wild fell back asleep in Time's arms. All Time knew was that the moon was lower in the west than it was before and morning bugs were starting to make noise while night ones were stilling. Time won't let go until he realized that the posture he and Wild were in would do hell on their backs. He gently lowered Wild down, who didn't do much more than sigh softly, and wrapped him back in his nest of blankets.

He sat next to the boy until the sun arose, which resulted in multiple pairs of eyes blinking open. Twilight managed to shove Hyrule off and Four Sword somehow managed to make Sky wake up on time. Time didn't let anyone disturb Wild, saying he needed his rest. Legend groaned at that, saying Wild was the only one who wouldn't accidentally catch the whole forest on fire while cooking (the word purposely went unsaid, because Wild would purposely catch anything of fire on any occasion) but Time didn't relent until the air was a bit warmer and the birds sang a bit louder.

Wild looked even more tired than when he fell asleep, but Time could tell the small smile Wild gave him while they loaded up the horses was genuine.

He was making progress.

Later, as they traveled, Time matched his step with Twilight.

“I know you will anyways,” Time said quietly so no one else would hear, “but keep an eye on him.”

Twilight looked at Wild, whose back was turned from them as he happily joked around with Warrior, and turned back to Time. “Of course.”

#loz #linked universe #fan fic #botw #breath of the wild #oot #ocarina of time #hero of time #hero of the wild #hero of twilight #link #legend of zelda #jin writes #literally one person liked the first part #lol #im going to post the second part anyways #cuz i like this part #i like wild angst #gotta have it

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etherian-affairs · 6 years ago

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Dumb Ideas in the Moonlight.

Mirak and Timfrey are friends.

"So... You're from 'space'? Which is up there, and kind of means you're from another... World?" Tim might finally be getting it. "Mirak that sounds like you're just from across the ocean and got confused." Or not.

"I'm actually from a starship. I was raised aboard one." She notes. Ignoring his non understanding.

"So a regular ship than."

"It's very rude that you don't believe me." Mirak looks over and up. She's sitting on the ground in the flower fields. Near their little hidey hole. The Horde United has been growing slowly but steadily and the place is getting a little tight.

"It's just hard to believe." Tim shrugs. He's standing, looking over the area. He's on guard duty tonight, Mirak just doesn't sleep a whole lot and decided to work on her legs out in the moonlight.

"Our base is a starship." She notes as she raises her mask to her mouth. She would just have the mask on but the night air feels nice on her teeth and tongue even if it cuts at her lungs. Something about the fresh cool feeling of it swirling in her mouth.

"Seriously?"

"A Type 6 long range shuttle. One of the larger kinds, so it can stay away from its mothership for awhile! Someone probably tried to escape Hordak's ship on it and crashed." She grins up at the lizard man.

"You realize everything you're saying sounds crazy."

"Not everything." It's a weird feeling to know your mind is unraveling. Tim jokes but Mirak can feel the delicate borders of her mental space fraying. Cracked engrams leaking into her own memories, improper knowledge being called up at the wrong times, misplacing memories and knowledge that she really doesn't want to misplace.

The only reason Mirak still remembers her old designation is because it's tied to memories she's holding desperately too.

She needs medical intervention, but is also fairly confident she can keep trudging along for the time being. As the superior race her body and mind are both very durable overall.

"We'll have to find a new base soon." Mirak notes, deciding to focus on more immediate and practical matters. Starting to close up the armored panel covering her leg at the same time. This is the first iteration to actually cover the moving parts up, she's rather proud of that development.

"We will." He nods in agreement. Then after a pause adds on. "Hey if this thing was a ship could we dig it up and fly it?" He gives her a shit eating grin. He knows the answer. He doesn't even believe it's a ship.

But Mirak has an idea. A dumb idea. Maybe even birthed from a short in her malfunctioning neurons. "No but... We could strip a tank or two for their engines and make a little hover ship out of it..." her teeth flash in the moonlight.

Mirak's always wanted a cool boat.

Though this might be more like a cool RV for war criminals.

"It would be better to just keep the tanks." Tim notes.

"Tanks aren't a mobile base!"

Tim hrmms. Can't really argue with that one can you Tim? Flawless logic "well... If you know how to actually do it I suppose that could work..."

Mirak starts cackling quietly. "Yeessss." Her troubles momentarily forgotten as she stands up. "I'm going to start digging to figure out if this could work!"

Tim just chuckles a bit. "I'll think of more arguments for just keeping any tanks while you do that."

"You do that!" Mirak declares before walking back toward their hidey hole. More than anything this is just something to do. Something to keep the mind occupied and ensure that it does not wander to far or fray any further. "I'll be working!"

#mirak #lizard man tim #my writing #rv for war criminals

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 6 years ago

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Have some proper content from me lmao ( AO3 )

It’s been a long one… He’d already been tired for the briefings and whatnot in the morning, which was followed by a day spent on retrieving smuggled support items with the League. It was fun, he supposes… the sneaky mission impossible thing. Much more enjoyable than lying through his teeth, at the very least. Then it turned out that the loot included some extra booze in courtesy of Giran, leading to this impromptu celebration that’s been going on for hours. Which wouldn’t be a problem, if not for the fact that it’s past 11pm already and he needs some goddamn rest. An all-nighter before illegal activities? Never again.

Whatever high quality drink there was in the two bottles draped in Cyrillic text sure packed a punch, though. Tomura was worryingly unaffected and Sako was keeping himself together, but a lick of the stuff knocked Jin and Himiko the fuck out and had Spinner in the corner humming off-tune to whatever came on the radio. Doesn’t stop him from chugging down what’s left in one go, though.

All in all, on top of wistfully thinking of his bed, Hawks would be lying if he wasn’t rather buzzed, too.

But even that’s no excuse for this.

“I’m not sure what I should be more upset about,” he mumbles with half a pout on his face, breaking the quite possibly hour-long silence. “The fact that I’m spending my last few hours off on a Saturday night slow dancing with a dude in a dump, that it’s you of all people, or… that I’m actually enjoying it.” He’s being slowly but surely lulled into sleep, in fact. Concentrate, man. Shake off the warm coziness and concentrate.

There’s a short, easy-to-miss hum that has an almost content ring to it. “You were the one to scrape me up from the floor, remember? Any and all complaints are on you, feather duster.”

That’s fair; a smile ghosts his lips, but he doesn’t bother with an answer. One of Dabi’s cool hands gets bored of tugging at the cluster of feathers on the small of his back since forever, so it digs into them, earning a pleased sigh from Hawks as he snuggles a little closer. The asshole doesn’t even smell that bad for someone who barely showers… a little pungent, a little burnt. Must be his quirk’s doing. It sterilizes everything.

“… you sure have become comfortable around me,” the villain notes as he plays with the red plumage, slowing the hardly-dance (that started as another hardly-dance with a bouncy idiot dragging his even more drunk ass around, making him almost throw the fuck up in the process) down until they come to a halt. There’s a thoughtful look on his face. “Especially for what a nervous, jumpy wreck you are.”

Hawks lifts his head from the shoulder in a moment of vague clarity; he’s… right. For starters, he wouldn’t be clinging to Dabi like this if he was even remotely sane, the guy could grill him on the spot without effort if he wanted to.

Could. But he also knows… that he won’t.

“Well… your own damn fault for making me feel safe,” he sighs eventually after the spark of common sense slips away, and leans his chin back down. Fuck, he really needs to crawl into bed asap. But first he’ll have to, well… wake up. Then pocket the rest of his feathers so he can take the midnight train relatively incognito… then either take the elevator that he hates up to his apartment, or take the currently inhuman effort and get all of his feathers from both the bag and his room to zoom up. And hopefully not hit the one closed window. Ugh.

“Oho, and I almost blamed it on the booze. Thought you didn’t trust me?”

He moans in annoyance; there’s a mocking smirk hidden in Dabi’s voice. “Hell yeah, I don’t. But, like… you never made any remotely suspicious moves. What am I supposed to do right now? Kick you in the nuts, for which this is a golden opportunity for, by the way… maybe headbutt your face, earning a number of piercing imprints? Or just, like… scream? Oh nooo~, big bad criminal has me in his clutchesss~”

The overdramatic damsel whines earn a breathless laugh from the other, who then pulls away. “Okay, okay… show your face, midget. Look at me, you hear?”

“Anyway, I just ‘ave no energy for that shit,” Hawks continues unperturbed and motionless in not wanting to let go as the logorrhea wave goes on. He already misses being warm. Bummer. “Hell, you don’t trust me and just gave me the back scratching of the decade! What’s the deal with that, huh?” Two cold, rugged hands, which are pretty much the polar opposites of Dabi’s heated torso, come up to cup his face and tilt it upward.

“See?” SEE?! There he goes again. Still, being touched this gently is really… nice. It’s not something he’s used to… nor something he would have thought Dabi capable of being, to be frank. He can barely keep his eyes from closing. “This is what I’m talking about. My shit is safe. About-to-fall-asleep safe, with that big fucking payload of safety that you dropped on me. I’m gonna sleep pretty damn sound tonight, if I say so. Huggin’ my pillow and shit, like a bear… full of honey. At hibernation station.” Wow. Nothing he says makes fucking sense anymore. Thinking before opening his mouth is everything but an option right now. Oh, one more thing: “ … and I’m no midget,” he adds while lifting both pointing fingers.

“Mhmm, mhmm,” nods Dabi after every other line, observing the hero’s pink-tainted face. “… I’ve suspected as much, but you really are more than just a little tipsy,” he concludes then as a matter-of-fact. He taps Hawks’ face a few times with a hand. “I’m warning you that there are no pillows to brood on around here if you dare fall asleep on me, chicken.”

“Hrmm… Whatever. Your bony ass will do. Is warm.” … okay, whoopsy-daisy, he definitely should not have said that. Even if he finds all this touching enjoyable beyond words… and admittance. Speaking of which, the hell is even Dabi’s game? This shit could be taken as interest.

… wait. Wait, fuck… what if he is being flirty!? Abort, ABORT.

The adrenaline rush that comes with the thought dissipates like half of his exhaustion; Hawks peels his eyes open to take a good look at the villain. But his first reaction is to squint. Then squint even harder.

“Waiiita’seeec… are you… sober? Already?” His voice hitches high with disbelief and wings flare in a hiccup of scorn. “How the fuck, you downed like half a bottle of that shit! You were a mess— no, a disaster!!” he continues in an accusatory tone, with puffed wings of indignance and air karate chops, as if being the bigger mess at the moment was supposed to be a jab specifically at him. It’s Hawks who’s supposed to be the sane and rational one around these parts…! It’s him!!

“My body’s long burned through that shit, birdy,” Dabi informs him, his face infuriatingly and inexplicably neutral while sporting the smuggest barely-smile on his face.

The comment itself, on the other hand, rouses a goofy snort-giggle from Hawks, which reminds him of the fact that he is, in fact, everything but sober. ‘Burned through it…’ fucking hell.

Unimpressed head shake; Dabi lets go of his face and takes two steps back while putting his hands on the hips instead to have a good, condescending look at the other. Hawks is trying his best to suppress the giggles, and is leaning to wherever gravity takes him before his wings, relatively small as they are now, do their damnest to correct his balance while on autopilot.

He finishes his checkup with a deep sigh. “Yep… as wasted as they come.

“ You,” the hero points at him, tip of his finger as eerily rigid on target like a chicken’s head while he sways around lightly, “were near passed-out on the floor, young man.” The corner of his mouth is still twitching as his face is getting redder.

“Not anymore. You are about to kip over, though,” he states, tilting his head. “And damn if I’m not gonna watch you try not to.” Having said that, he steps forward with a hint of an amused smirk to give a tentative shove himself.

Hawks leans back fast and far enough from the impending hand of doom that it would indeed make him stumble backwards, if not for grabbing onto Dabi’s jacket. The villain connects with his target meanwhile- via finger flick to his temples.

His wings reflexively flap once as he’s yet to retain balance of any kind, and Hawks feels the redness creep up to his ears in embarrassment, then he peeks downwards… but the stars just aren’t aligned to put the returning idea into motion. Not if he wants to avoid falling ass backwards, that is. He sticks his lower lip out a bit, still staring. “… should ‘ave kicked you in the groin while I had the chance.”

“Too little, too late. Face is up here, bird brain.” He pulls the hero back onto his wobbly legs by the collar. “Get your wings flapping and your ass home… you are a hilarious mess.”

“Good enough for a joke… But, an absolutely ill-advised suggesshon. Drunk,” he says, pointing at himself with his free hand (as the other has yet to let go of Dabi), then back at his wings; “as small as they get while rede— reartaning… retaining funky– fuck it, they are… just big enough to lift me. When I’m not fucking like this. There.” Damn, if he’s stuttering, all hope is lost. Next time he’s packing snacks to drown out the booze before it drowns him. He wouldn’t risk flying like this either way, but damn it all, if Dabi really is fully sober… god, he’ll never let him live this down, will he.

“‘Flapping’ around like this would actually end up about as well as that horrendous mobile game did for any of us,” Hawks moans then. “Which you would pay to see, I know. Anyway, what I’m saying is… that the only way I’m flying right now… is if you chuck me, pal. And that ain’t gonna get me anywhere.” Even getting to the nearest train station would be a hassle by flight. Actually… it will be a hassle, no matter what, his legs are not exactly—

“WoAH…!” is the single most natural reaction he has to… well, being lifted off the motherfucking ground like a toddler. “The hell are you doing?!”

This is not something that just happens to the one guy on the block with functional wings, you know? When Hawks wants to leave planet Earth, it’s out of his own volition. It’s also him who divebombs villains or snatches various people off the ground, or from the air, it’s never the other way around. This? This is weird, this is unnatural, hell… literally unheard of, actually?

Because he can’t, for the life of him, remember anyone, ever carrying him. Not even as a child.

Not this way, at the very least… he has been on a stretcher a couple of times, but that’s never a good experience… you don’t land on one without a good, all kinds of painful reason. It feels nothing like this. This… this actually feels…

“Giddy up, then, because I’m taking you to the station. I sure as hell don’t feel like dealing with you in the morning,” Dabi huffs, interrupting the other’s epiphany. A drunk Hawks, he can deal with; he’s tolerable, if not, dare say, adorable, but hungover Hawks?! That just sounds like a living nightmare. He’ll have to deal with his own headache in a few hours. He’ll pass on this, hard.

“… you’re unnecessarily heavy for a half-pint canary,” he mumbles after a few steps; the bird has some muscle to his name, but is no body builder. And a shorty. He’d be impressed if said weight wasn’t literally on his shoulders. Also… he’s a little worried about the hero’s sudden silence. He’s got enough presence to hold onto him, though, so the guy can’t be that far gone.

“… Well,” Hawks drawls after a pause, “fun fact, Dabi… when at peak condition, my wings add up to roughly fifty per cent of my body weight. We’re being hella easy on you.” He gives a tentative swing with them, barely missing the villain’s head with his right one.

“Do that again, and I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to fly for a month.”

He lets out a soft laugh at that. The warm, alcohol-induced tingles still dancing at his fingertips may be a factor to consider, but he’s thoroughly enjoying this.

Not him being the one to fly just to get his head over the sea of people, gasping for air, even without the crowds being present… is an experience for sure. And being so much taller while still rooted to the ground one way or another, and able to see everything there is to see on an empty street at night feels straight-up sublime, and the wind that the freight train passing them carries with itself is blowing through his hair as the ka-chak, ka-chak of it quickly fades into the abyss, and, and…

… this is nice. Holy shit, is this nice.

He closes his eyes for a moment… which, of course, ends up not being just a moment, but the rest of the trip. He doesn’t even notice Dabi stopping until he speaks up.

“Your stop, Tweety. Wake the fuck up, man, I’m not your perch.”

“… ah.” The disappointment slipped through that one… oh well. The fact that he gets dropped about as gently as a sack of potatoes doesn’t help, either. He actually fell asleep there, didn’t he.

He takes a look around; they stopped at the end of the alley almost opposite the station. That’s good… he has yet to put on a shitty disguise. AND has his feathers attached, that one won’t do at all, into the bag they go, and out of the bag the strack suit comes. While he’s waking up and doing his thing, Dabi’s already sneaked over the fences of the next two houses and struts up to the platform from the street corner one over. With a head scratch and a sigh, he trods towards the entrance a minute later, too, attempting to look like someone who’s on villain trail.

The doors of the train slide open, and he collapses opposite Dabi, who’s fiddling with his phone. A few seconds later he pushes the button to slip back out. There’s a fresh note folded to as small as humanly possible left on the seat, lost next to baked good crumbs on the left, a piece of chocolate wrap just past that, and a lone piece of gum that looks as if it had been there for a while.

“‘He’ better send a message so I know he wasn’t murdered, kidnapped, or arrested on the way home,” Dabi says as the doors close, muffling the last bit. He turns around.

Hawks lifts a hand as a sign of understanding. The villain nods and swings his own arm in a half-hearted wave as he leaves. He takes a look around the outer walls before slinking back out and heading off to the opposite direction they had come from.

Hawks is left alone with his thoughts in the empty car. Eventually he remembers that he has a KFC cap at the bottom of the otherwise empty bag, too, along with… two leftover nuggets from yesterday that he forgot about. Cold and probably stale, but shit, that’s a godsent right now. As the train leaves the platform and he bites into his surprise reserves, he starts pondering.

Somehow… he’ll need to make him do that again.

#dabihawks #hotwings #dabi #hawks #bnha #kate writes #it's pure fluff and banter

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symonde · 6 years ago

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Dark Sun (Part 13) – pathetic females

Pairing: Beckett x mc, Beckett isn’t physically present in this chapter, it is only about Joane and Shreya

Book: The Elementalists

Rating: none

Word Count: 1910 words

Summary: Joane and Shreya have a long needed talk about the last few years, men and love,…

Authors note: I am really sorry about how long it took me to update the story, but my life is crazy busy right now. I try to do better with the next few chapters but I can’t promise it. However I swear to you that I will finish this story. I am thinking about introducing Atlas to the story since I love her so much, but didn’t know about her when I started the story. I will probably need to change how they meet since she hasn’t been part of the story until now. Let me know if you’d like her to show up or if you prefer the storyline to continue without her in it. Thank you for everyone who is not giving up on me and the story.

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„No way! …You said what? “ Shreya shrieked, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Joane just finished telling her encounter with Becket in every detail. She had hoped it would lessen the tingling sensation in her stomach that wouldn’t leave anymore since that moment. Remembering however only seemed to worsen the feeling. She felt all giddy and … happy- could it be?

She wanted to share everything so badly with her best friend, but it seemed like Shreya wasn’t her usual self today. Joane hadn’t seen her in some time. Both of them had been pretty busy. It only now occurred to Joane that lately Shreya didn’t seem to care about sleep or eating. She had lost a few pounds and dark shadows bloomed under her eyes.

Have I neglected her? Joane thought about how to address her worries without making too much of a fuss about it. The Mistry Company managed a net of worldwide pharmaceutical labs and retailer shops - Perhaps she had just a few stressful weeks in the company? Joane tried to ignore the nagging sensation in the back of her brain. Of course the company was busy - but it had been for years and Shreya had always had a busy life – actually she normally thrived in situations that seemed too much for normal people. Joane swore to be take better care of her friend in the future and not let herself be distracted by her own problems or feelings.

“Weeeeell… I know it seems kind of a huge step in an unknown direction, but somehow your influence seems to have come through.” A laugh bubbled out of Joane when she saw Shreya’s eyes light up. “What? You know you are kind of my role model in life, don’t you? During the last few years you have been everything I hoped to be one day, not so stupidly trusting and in love but still happy and confident and successful. You don’t need a man in your life to know who you are... Look at me. I have been destroying myself for years and the first thing I do when the man I swore to hate forever comes back into my life … I can’t stop thinking about him - and not in an “i-hate-you” way... rather the opposite… “ The last few words had come out in a whisper. When Shreya didn’t answer right away, Joane looked up to her friend.

Shreya’s eyes were locked pointedly on the floor. “Shreya…? Is everything alright?” Joane immediately cursed herself for talking again about herself when it seemed so obvious that Shreya was in need of someone who listened to her, to be there for her. Damn.. you are so selfish. Stop considering yourself the only person on earth with problems.

Shreya cleared her throat and looked up again, trying to hide behind her busy-face. “Oh s-sorry... I was thinking about this new processes I was trying to implement this week... I am there for you now… So tell me! What face did he make when you told him you want to jump into bed with him sometime again?” A small smile tugged at Joane’s mouth when the image of Beckett standing there all ruffled up – looking a very cute mess, his eyes blown open in confusion, darkening with desire when her words had sunk in. Still, this wasn’t about her, and it wasn’t about Beckett. Shreya was a master at disguising her troubles - Joane supposed it was a given with Shreya’s upbringing and the need to co-manage one of the biggest companies in the world whilst standing in her father’s shadow.

“Don’t do this... not to me! You have been there for me every minute of the last few years, listening to me, helping me... let me return at least a tiny piece to you.” Joane moved to the bed and sat down right next to Shreya, looking straight into her eyes. “Don’t you dare show me the Mistry-company-face! - I have known you too damn long for that. You have seen me in every possible happy, sad and embarrassing state. I have held your hair when you nearly vomited your stomach out after our graduation, I have seen you crying tears of laughter for at least half an hour straight when Zeph fell asleep on his homework and had the whole writing copied on his face…. So don’t do this to me now. Tell me what’s wrong!”

It took a few moments, but Joane could literally see the mask crumbling on Shreya’s face. Her eyes lost her fighting spirit, a few small tears slid down her cheeks and her shoulders slumped down. Instinctively Joane wrapped her arms around her friend and noticed for the first time how small and vulnerable Shreya was. “I – I am sorry.” Sherya sobbed “I feel like I am disappointing you – everybody…- myself most of all.”

“Oh no. Shreya! Listen to me. You could never disappoint me. You were there or me when I lost all hope and you managed to keep me alive when I had already given up. You fought for me when I thought I was a lost cause. You are the most important person in my life. Let me be there for you, let me in. I love you so so much.” Joane tightened her arms around her friend.

“ I am trying.. but I feel like I am choking here.. You – are - strong Jo” Shreya coughed slightly, a small smile dancing on her lips.

“Oh…” Joane blushed, slightly embarrassed and loosened her grip a little.

“I feel so stupid, but – when you told all this nice things about me. You know - about being your role model, about being all happy and confident and how you wanted to be more like me… I – I am not that person Jo.” Shreya bit her lip nervously before continuing. “ I – I know it may seem that way and most of the time I like my life… but I feel so lonely most of the time … you do not want to be like me - believe me” Joane felt a stab in her heart. She had neglected her very best friend – what a horrible person she was.

Somehow Shreya seemed to be able to read her thoughts though. “No no no Jo, not that kind of lonely. I never felt out of friends, you know. I just always wished I could find a connection similar to the one you have with Beckett. I hated and loved him when I saw you change in the last weeks. I have tried everything I could to bring you back from the dark place you buried yourself in and yet… you only started to recover the moment he came back into your life. I couldn’t do that for you, and I was jealous about the connection you have, and I was afraid that he would take you away from me... It’s so stupid I know that it’s ridiculous.” Shreya shrugged her shoulders slightly, a small apologetic smile on her face.

“I am so sorry Shreya! I will always be there for you. I am so sorry if I gave you the feeling that you didn’t have an impact on me the last few years. I only survived because of you, and I don’t know why I still feel such a connection to Beckett. I wanted so hard to be indifferent to him, but I can’t shake my attraction to him, and I am so tired of trying to fight it. However this doesn’t mean that I will ever stop loving you.” Joane couldn’t stop a few tears that dropped to her sweater.

“Oh look at us pathetic females” Shreya chuckled “Both of us crying in the middle of the day and telling us how much we love each other. Don’t you dare think it’s your fault that I am not capable of finding someone that loves me – as a women? As his women. It’s my fault actually. I am too busy, too intimidating, too bossy and too rich. A lot of things guys are not looking for in a women.” She sighed.

“Really?” Joane tried to look her in the eyes, but Shreya refused to return her gaze. “Shreya, look at me! You have to know that this is not true! Have you seen how Griffin looks at you – it has been years, yet he has never, not for one moment stopped loving you. He is into you head over heels, and I think it is mutual. You are simply afraid, and I think it is my fault that you are feeling that way. I have not been very encouraging lately regarding romantic feelings – I am sorry that I may have been responsible that two of the most important people in my life have kind of lost faith in their mutual love.”

At Joane’s words Shreya stiffened. “You – what? You think Griffin still likes me?”

Joane grinned at her friends big, hopeful eyes. Shreya definitely wasn’t hiding her emotions anymore. “Really? You can’t see that? Apparently I am not the only clueless person when it comes to love-stuff revolving around myself. He is so into you, I don’t think he ever stopped loving you for a moment. He is only waiting for you to let him back into your life. Shreya – do you love him?”

Shreya blushed deeply. “ I – hrmm… Yes I think so. I liked him for a long time but he was into you at the beginning, so I was afraid at first. When we were together, I fell in love really fast and I was so afraid that he would only wait for you and Beckett to break up, so he could get back to you. So I held back, but it never stopped. Why doesn’t it stop?”

“You are asking the wrong person honey!” Joane snorted “What a pair we are. Look at us.”

Shreya grinned back at Joane. “Thanks Jo. I didn’t know that I needed this. Crying can actually feel good. I will never be able to be the same badass boss again if I catch one of my employees weeping when I have to be hard on them – damn you.”

A huge weight lifted of Joane when she saw that Shreya came back to her snarky self and the fire flared up again in her eyes. “What?” She asked when her friend’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Jo- your hair-… “ she managed to gasp.

“What about it?” Jo frantically reached up to feel if something was amiss.

“You have to look at yourself in the mirror – like right now!” Shreya sprang up and ran into her bathroom only to return a few moments later with a hand mirror that she handed to Joane.

“What is it? Are you making fun of me? I have been here for 2 hours. What could possibly….” The question died on Joane’s tongue. The hair she had recently died now glowed. It looked kind of like blazing coals, like a fire was kindling beneath the colour of her hair.

“This is impossible…” Joane whispered. “It has been gone all these years – why now? Do you think-…” Joane stared at her friend in shock.

Concentrating, she tried hesitantly to conjure a small orb of light - not even daring to hope it would work. Her powers hadn’t obeyed her for years now. However, effortlessly the lightning orb popped out of the air in front of her and danced happily around her hands. Her powers - They were back… but how? And why now?

#the elementalists #the elementalists fanfiction #joane raven #Beckett x Mc #beckett harrington #beckett harrington x mc #beckett harrington fanfiction #shreya mistry #dark sun #dark sun series

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He’s All the Rage! Ch:6

((heads up if you’re reading this in public, this chapter gets a little zesty :v)) Sitting in the silent library, watching the dust particles float in the air as they were caught in the light filtering through the windows, you began to feel very drowsy.

You couldn't recall how long you had been going over the gems with Ripto but it felt like hours. After looking at each gem, inspecting it visually, he would hold it in his hand as if weighing something in it. “ I'm seeing how it reacts to my own magic.” He explained, seeing your curious stare. You nodded in understanding. Picking up a gem yourself, you would feel something within it but only for a flash. These gems had magic in them but it was very faint. “How do I check them properly if it is your magic that they need to be matched with?” He tossed his current gem aside to a steadily increasing pile and selected another one. “ Just feel for ones that seem powerful. I'll take it from there.” You nodded and continued on assisting. While there was some amount of power within the gems, none of them really stood out to you. One or two of them caught Ripto's eye but after a closer inspection he huffed and threw it down into the pile. Soon the discarded lump of gems had grown larger than the ones to be processed and Ripto took a large, back popping stretch. A group of gem cutter riptocs arrived with a fresh new pile, removing the useless ones. The two of you once more began your inspection of the pile. It was tedious work but kind of fun. Like peeling potatoes but only with magic rocks. Curiously, as you inspected more and more gems you began to feel like you had over exerted yourself. Fatigue began to creep in. Before you knew it your head had slowly lowered itself on the table and sleep overcame you. Meanwhile, a search was underway... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- In Shady Oasis, one of the Autumn Plains sub-worlds, a tall tree sporting vibrant red berries began shaking. The winged hippos that resided there jumped in alarm at the sudden appearance of an orange, spotted, feline head popping out of the green foliage with a berry in his mouth. He took a big chomp out of it. “Not here either...” He jumped down and took off to another portal, leaving the hippos to watch his departure in confusion. In Glimmer, a sub-world of Summer Forest, Elora looked about scratching her head. “Where could they have gone to?” Winter Tundra's sub-world of Robotica Farms hummed with activity for a moment and then a dishevelled Professor came flying out. He landed with a thud in front of the glowing portal. “Oh! They aren't there either...” He stood rubbing at his backside, deciding that was the last time he ever visited a farm. The three of them collected in the fields of Autumn Plains. They all looked disheartened and weary. “Any sign of the human Professor?” Elora sighed as she saw the lab coat wearing mole approach. He simply shook his head and looked down at the ground in defeat. “I haven't seen them either. But I did get a healthy lunch in.” Hunter stood thoughtfully with his hand on his hip. Elora shook her head disapprovingly. “We're supposed to be looking for the human Hunter! Not food!” Hunter held his hands in front of him, defending himself from Elora's scolding. “Well I was hungry! You can't have a search party on an empty stomach!” The three of them stood in thought for a moment when a small purple and orange blur charged up to them from the direction of Skelos Badlands. “Spyro!” Elora greeted the purple dragon. “Anything?” The horned fire breather shook his head. “Nothing. I don't get it, where could they be?” Hunter snapped his fingers suddenly. “I got it! Maybe they went back home? With all the trouble Ripto has been causing, they probably thought it was safer to just get out of here. That's what I'd do if I were them” “There's no way we could take a look in the human world to see if they are there, could we Professor?” Elora suggested, turning to the short scientist. He scratched at his head with his pencil, sorting through his thoughts. “Hrmmm...We'll, I have an idea. It just might work...” He removed the pencil from his scalp and continued scratching at the ever present clipboard in his hand. “Yes, that just might do it!” “Do what?” Elora said impatiently, imploring him to reveal his thoughts. “If I can match the magic frequencies of the human, I may be able to pinpoint their location and open the Super Portal. However once open, we can't linger there, if that is where they truly are. The human world is far too dangerous for creatures like us. Our magic wouldn't survive there long.” Hunter scratched at his chin. “What? Why wouldn't we survive there? I'm sure Spyro could handle any threat.” The Professor shook his head. “Hunter, humans drain magic, remember?” Elora gestured towards the feline fellow. “What's in their world anyway? There aren't any dragons?” Spyro peered up at his bipedal companions while a blue Sparx fluttered about his head. “No, there isn't anything but humans and fodder creatures there Spyro. I'm still unsure as to why Home World humans have such a leeching effect on magical energies but they do.” The Professor began walking towards the inter-world platforms. “Just one human here isn't all that much of a problem. In any case, we need to find them and make sure they're okay.” Spyro nodded. “Got it, I'll loop around here again and meet you all in Winter Tundra.” “Alright, see you later Spyro.” Elora waved then ran to catch up with Hunter and the Professor. Spyro took a look around. His nose sniffed at the air looking for your scent. “They've gotta be around here somewhere Sparx. It smells like they just came through.” Sparx did a little spin around in the air and buzzed in his tiny voice, pointing towards the blank space in the small archway your portal once rested. “Hrmm...” Spyro trotted over and knelt down, whiffing at the ground there. Your scent was faded and in no way recent. “They must not have gone home then. But where could they be?” Raising his nose to the air, he thought he caught wind of you and began galloping over to the interworld portals. “Maybe they passed onto Winter Tundra and the others found them.” Spyro neared the platforms by the bottom of the castles ladders when he heard a soft laugh from above. He halted and turned his gaze upwards. The thin smile of Moneybags peered down at him. “Looking for something or perhaps, someone, my dear boy?” Spyro cocked his head at Moneybags and his eyes looked to Sparx then back to the dapper bear. “Why, you got some info?” Moneybags responded by lifting his gem bag up and shaking it slightly, clinking the gems together therein. “What a piece of work...” Spyro reared his head back in annoyance. “Ugh, fine. Come down here and I'll give you some gems.” His shoulders sunk in defeat as Moneybags descended the ladders. He held the bag open to Spyro who nodded at Sparx. Sparx retrieved some gems and placed them in the bag. He returned to Spyro's side and faced Moneybags, waiting for him to divulge his secrets. The bear looked into the bag then up to the sky in thought with a discerning look scrawled on his face. He hefted the bag in his hands and shook it once more, encouraging more gems from Spyro. Spyro lowered his head, shaking it in disbelief. Raising it halfway he turned to his dragonfly companion once more. “Go ahead Sparx. It's for a good cause.” Sparx planted more gems in the bag and then pointed from his eyes to Moneybags in an 'I'm watching you' fashion. Moneybags weighed his jewel sack in his hand and seemed satisfied. He then turned to the two winged friends. “My sources tell me that a certain human was seen entering the super portal a few nights ago.” Spyro jumped up on all fours. “So they did go home! That's good to know. Let's hurry and tell the Professor Sparx.” He turned to climb the platform when Moneybags tutted at him. “Let me finish my dear scaly friend!” Spyro walked back over, claws ticking against the cobblestone floor. “When they departed Winter Tundra, they were not alone.” The smug bear smiled, inspecting his claws. “Oh yeah? Who were they with? And don't say that it's gonna cost extra or I'll have Elora get after you.” Moneybags grasped at his gem bag like it was his child and cleared his throat. “No! No, that won't be necessary. Alright, alright Spyro. When I saw the human leave through the portal, they were accompanied by none other than a certain sinister sorcerer and his two reptilian lackeys.” Spyro shook his head. “What? No! I know I torched those guys. How could they still be alive?” He turned to Sparx who gave a little six legged shrug. Moneybags raised one hand in a 'who knows' gesture and for fear of losing his newly found precious gems began climbing back up into the castle. “Believe what you want my dear boy. I'm simply telling you what I heard through the grapevine. Cheerio.” Spyro watched as the bear left his view. “This can't be good. If Ripto somehow survived and kidnapped the human, who knows what could happen. Let's go buddy.” He and Sparx ascended the platform and disappeared into the next home world. Upon his arrival, the others who were already waiting greeted him. “Hey again Spyro. We're trying to open the portal but the Professor can't seem to find the switch.” Elora crossed her arms. “We're thinking maybe Hunter might have had something to do with it but he won't fess up.” she glared at him from over her shoulder. He raised his hands and shook them. “Don't look at me, I swear I haven't done anything with it!” “That's what I've come to tell you guys about! I just met Moneybags in Autumn Plains. He said he thought he saw ____ leave through the portal- With Ripto!” Hunter gasped and Elora took on a skeptical look. “And you're just gonna believe what Moneybags said? Spyro, Ripto is dead. You took care of him remember?” Spyro nodded. “I know, I know Elora. But what if Moneybags was telling the truth?” The Professor shook his head, troubled. “Oh...If that really was the case then that would be terrible news. Ripto kidnapping our poor friend. They know nothing of magic. How could they possibly defend themselves?” “Well! We'll just have to go and save them then! Won't we?” Spyro stood tall, stretching his wings. Elora laughed and motioned for Spyro to calm down. “First let's see if they are actually there Spyro. Maybe Moneybags was just pulling your leg. He...He didn't make you pay for him to tell you that did he?” Spyro looked away to his side. “Uhm...” Elora placed her palm over her face and gave a sigh. “Well, if we're going to open this portal to Ripto's home world, I'm going to need to make a new set of controls. It won't be easy, the materials I used were very specific, reacting to the magic of the portal and reassigning where it reached out to.” The Professor approached Spyro. “If you can go to perhaps Fracture Hills or Magma Cone and collect some of the spirit particles of the Earth Shapers, I might be able to use them to fashion a new switch. Their spirits may have enough earth magic in them to get the results I need.” “Got it, I'll head on over to Magma Cone then.” He jumped on all fours, wagging his tail. “Alright Spyro, me and Hunter will check out Fracture Hills. I've got a few friends there that can help us collect the particles. This should take no time.” Elora grabbed onto Hunter before he could run away. The Professor nodded while scribbling on his clipboard. “I'll wait her for you four to return. I'm going to stay and inspect the portal to look for any sort of tampering. I might be able to see the portals history, to check the locations of where it had been opened to previously. It may keep some sort of energy records. If Ripto's world was reopened, then we'd know for sure of ____'s fate.” The group split and began their collection, leaving the Professor to scratch away on his paper. --------------------------------------------------------------------- When you stirred awake, sunlight no longer stretched its beams down through the window. The dark night sky took its place and blinking the sleep from your eyes you saw that candles had been lit here and there around the library. You brought your face up off the table, your cheek felt smushed and cold from being against the surface for so long. You rubbed at your eyes and when the room finally swam back into your vision, you were surprised to see a smiling Ripto, watching you from across the table. “Sleep well?” His face was propped up in his hands, knuckles curled under his chin as he leaned forwards on his elbows. “Sorry, how long was I out?” You looked around the room for a clock or something but couldn't find one. “Not long. I've finished with the gems.” You felt bad for falling asleep, having to make him do all the work. Why had you passed out? It was probably the exhaustion of everything that had happened thus far. Your gaze was drawn to the large pile next to the table. So many gems! “Thanks for letting me rest. Do you usually have to go through so many in order to find a decent one?” Ripto shook his head, frowning. “No, not usually.” He picked one of the gems back up from the pile. “Something is wrong with them.” He hefted it in his hand. “ They feel different and I can't quite put my finger on it. Bah! No matter.” He tossed it back with the rest and it landed with a light, feathery, clink of glass. “Could it be that you're tired also?” You asked, reaching across the table to take his clawed hand. He nodded, eyebrows raised, allowing for the possibility. “Well, what's say we leave this be for now and get something to eat?” It had been a while since the fruit and bread you had munched on earlier, so you nodded vigorously. You both stood, leaving the gem pile and making your way to the dining hall. When you arrived a few of Ripto's servants took notice of you and immediately went to work. You were impressed by how quickly his staff got into action at preparing his meal. He trotted up to the lone chair that sat at the long table. The dried dead roses that sat atop the mantelpiece had been replaced and in their place fresh ones stood beautiful and vibrantly crimson against the lilac walls. Your wish for a chair for yourself was granted when you felt one of the riptocs push it in behind you, buckling your knees so you involuntarily sat down in it Dishware and cutlery was laid out for you to use yourself as well as a napkin draped over your lap. This was a little much. You were so used to making your own meals and just eating whatever was in your fridge. Yet now here you sat at a luxurious table, waiting for who knows what kind of fancy meal. Your chair was a ways away from Ripto's along the side of the banquet table. Wanting to be closer you started scooting your chair up to his. He looked to you frowning, as the squeak of the chairs legs against the floor sang out into the room. “Maybe I'll just er...” You stood and picked up the chair, moving it beside him. You gathered your plates and things and brought them also. “I hope this is okay.” You said to Ripto as you plopped down in your chair. “I want to be near you.” He gave a soft smile and nodded. “Of course. I don't mind.” You carefully reached your hand under the table grasped at his. You felt him squeeze your hand back as he smiled over the table to you. Shortly after, a few servants piled into the room carrying dishes of vegetables, fish and various other extravagant meals. It smelled absolutely divine. “Please, enjoy!” Ripto gestured to the food set before you. You began awkwardly picking at the dishes, once more feeling unfit for something like this. Ah well, you weren't one to waste food. You became a bit more eager to eat once you placed your forkful of food in your mouth. It tasted incredible! “Are you thirsty? Can I offer you something? Water? Wine? Er...Milk?” You could really go for something warm. Coffee or tea perhaps. You made your request and no sooner had you asked, with the snap of his clawed fingers your desired beverage was procured and set before you. Cupping the warm cup in your hands, you breathed in the aroma. You took a sip and felt it warm you from your stomach. Ahhh, that was much better. You felt your brain come back to life and the two of you finished your meal in silence. When you were both done, the plates were gathered and taken away to be cleaned. “Are you going back to look at more gems?” You asked as Ripto stood from his chair. He hummed thoughtfully. “I'd been thinking about it. Perhaps you are right thought. I haven't had a good nights sleep since that purple demon had shown up. Now that I'm home in my own bed, it shouldn't be a problem resting.” Exiting the dinging hall, Ripto made to head upstairs to his room. When he began climbing the steps, he noticed you weren't following. He turned to look down at you, one hand resting on the banister that followed up the side of the steps. “ Aren't you coming?” You weren't tired, having just woken from your table nap and you were also curious about outside of the castle. Being cooped up in that musty library made you crave fresh air. “ I was thinking I'd go out and explore. I want to see your land.” He seemed a little dissapointed but nodded in understanding. “Very well. I'll go lie down a bit. Er-Take Crush along with you. He'll keep an eye on you while you're out there. It's dark after all and you don't know your way around. Agreeing to take along the blueberry boy escort you reassured him you'd be safe and watched as he completed the journey up the carpeted stairs. After inquiring as to Crush's whereabouts from one of the servants, you were pointed to the gardens outside. The moon shone overhead, painting the dark green grass with its soft glow. Trees stood out as shadows in the dark night, their leaves rustling softly. Crush was napping under the moonlight, curled up in a flowerbed, squishing it. You were pretty sure he shouldn't have been resting where he was but you weren't going to reprimand him for it. You were worried about waking him, not wanting to disturb his sleep when you saw him stir. “Hey, you awake bud?” You whispered loud enough that should he be awake he'd hear you. Crush answered your question by turning his head to look for the voices owner. “It's me. Ripto told me to take you along on my walk. If you don't want to that's cool. I'm not going far.” Crush yawned and stood up stretching. You noticed he still had his giant wings that you had granted him with your wand. How long before Ripto makes you change them back, you wondered. The blue lad ambled up to you, apparently happy to come along for the walk. You reached for your wand, safely tucked in your tunic. It glistened in the pale moonlight. Maybe you could practice some spells while you were out here. You and Crush toured the garden, looking around. It was very pretty, lots of roses and other flowers lie there. The petals were curled up in slumber, waiting for the sun to come wake them again. Behind the garden you saw the dark looming shadow of the castle against the night sky, lights were slowly being extinguished as the residents turned in for the night. The flowers gave you an idea. Returning to the spot Crush had been lying, you wondered if you could freshen them up a bit. You once more focused your magic on the plants and imagined them growing back, straight up and full. Crush observed you from behind, curious as to what you were doing. Extending your wand, you took aim at the crumpled vegetation and imagined your magic flowing out into the world, guiding the flowers back to life. The wand fizzled and sparked but nothing happened. “Huh, what th-” An awful crack sounded in the air and the blast that rocketed out of your wand shot you straight back into Crush, knocking him off his feet. You lie there winded, staring up at the starry sky. “HOLY SHIT!” You peeled yourself off the ground and looked to see if Crush was alright. He stood shaking his head giving you a confused and angry look. “Sorry! I...I'm not sure what happened. Maybe it got damaged somehow.” Lifting the wand to inspect it in the moonlight, you saw nothing. Maybe you should check once you get inside under the better lighting. For now you decided it was best if you stopped your practice. You looked to the flowers to see just what sort of damage had been done but they were fine. Better than fine. The roses stood full and proud, the shrub seemed a bit bigger than the others around it but other than that it looked perfectly normal. Once more you found yourself feeling terribly exhausted. Maybe it was the sudden launching of yourself into Crush or the calm night air or the delicious meal in your stomach. Either way you decided to call it a night. Bidding Crush goodnight, you returned to the castle and ascended the steps. You reached the top and made it to the door leading to Ripto's bedroom. Should you maybe just go sleep on a couch or something? You didn't want to assume it was okay to just barge in or disturb Ripto in case he was sleeping. A riptoc servant in fine clothes approached you. “Ah there you are, here.” They handed you a night robe and some soft slippers, they bore the familiar gold 'R.' “My Lord said to give these to you when you returned.” You took the soft clothes and looked about confused. “Erm...” You wanted to ask where it was you were to sleep but the servant mistook your silence as a demand. “Oh! The door!” They flailed and turned the knob for you. “ My apologies oh great one! Please get some rest.” You entered the dark room, awkwardly thanking the riptoc as they closed the door behind you. Somewhere within you could hear the soft sounds of Ripto's breathing. It was slow and peaceful. He must have been asleep. Changing into your sleeping robe in the dark, you kept an eye on his small frame. He hadn't noticed you enter, still peacefully asleep. You had considered curling up in the chair that was in front of the fireplace but then thought he might take offence to it. You could almost hear him. “What's wrong with my bed? It perfectly comfy!” Or perhaps he'd think it was him that you were avoiding. Though, he knew you tended to take the more polite route of things and would catch on to your considerate intentions. You took a few tentative steps, trying to be quiet, towards the chair. Stopping halfway when you heard him sigh in his sleep. Aw, what the heck. Why not, you thought. You turned to crawl into the bed beside him. Folding the blankets back carefully and sliding yourself up on the bed. You settled, getting ready to pull the blankets over you when the sudden pressure on the bed alerted him. He shot up looking around. “Shh! It's just me.” You placed a hand on his back, reassuring him. Realizing who had suddenly joined him he relaxed a bit, snuggling back into the blankets. He looked so cozy and inviting that you scooted over and gently wrapped your arms around him. Ripto looked up at you from under his big blanket and you felt as his arm untangled itself from the covers and snaked its way around you, bringing you in closer. You gave him a peck on the forehead and nuzzled in closer, bringing your head against his. He returned the smooch and the two of you settled in for the night, cozy, soft, safe and warm. While it was peaceful here however, outside it was much less so. Under the gaze of the silvery moon, beneath its own blanket made of stars, something stirred in the garden... _________________________ Softly rolling over you stretched your arms, breathing in deeply. You blinked up at the ceiling from your plush, nimbus like bed. Not recognizing it for a second you panicked. This was the first time you had actually slept since arriving in the dragon realms, momentarily forgetting your situation. You started to sit up, confusion masking your half lidded bleary eyes when a familiar voice grounded you. “Well, hello there.” You looked for the voice amongst the pile of blanket mountains and used your hand to push them out of your view. Ripto popped into view across the sheets and you smiled lazily at him. “Mrrnin.” You greeted him. “How you feelin this morning?” You mumbled, remembering how fatigued he was last night. He gestured with his hand. “Rested but I still feel sort of funny. A bit drained. I'm sure it'll go away once I'm more awake.” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and rolled over to face him properly. He was watching you, his head propped up on his arm. You felt his eyes trail over you, enjoying the scene. You giggled bashfully and pulled the blankets up past your face. “No come back.” He chucked softly, reaching out and tugging the blanket back down. In the soft morning light you watched each other from across the white ocean of sheets. You could hear the sounds of the busy castle around you, muted behind the solid walls. The light creeping in through the window danced on Ripto's soft cheeks just so, making them look extra soft and kissable. In the intimate silence, you reached over and motioned for him. “C'mere.” You whispered. The easy look on his face turned into a cautious one as he looked about. Was he nervous? You were a bit. Yet you wanted him close. He tensely scooted over, under your outstretched arm. You wrapped him in close, pressing your chest and stomach against his. Ripto folded his arms around your back, placing his palms just above your backside. Smirking down at him, you reached for his hand and slid it down onto your buttocks. “Oh, how erm...How forward.” While unsure, he clearly seemed to enjoy your tampering with his hand placement as evidenced by the twisting smile marking his face. “Is that alright?” You whispered down to him, kissing from his forehead down to his nose. He simply nodded his reply and gave your butt a tentative squeeze. You giggled and leaning in, claimed his mouth with yours in a deep kiss. You felt his nose huff out a breath against your face.

Wanting to feel more of his form, you trailed your hands down his back and then, flicked at the bottom of his shirt with your fingers, asking permission, tucking them in and under. When he didn't protest, you cupped his back, letting your hands smooth over his leathery but soft skin. He sighed at your warm touch, leaning into you. Letting himself relax a bit more, he moved his hands upwards and gently began exploring your form also. You felt as his hands tickled your sides, moving along your waist, up to your shoulders, then down your front, caressing your chest and stomach, savouring the feel of every arch and curve of your body. His claws trailed along, sharp but not painful. His touch sent a thrill through you and you parted from the kiss just barely, breathing out a huff of passion. Through heavy lids he gazed up at you, his cat like eyes dilated. Stretching your leg out, you wrapped it up and around his top leg and nudged it in between yours in one motion. When you did this, his hands trailed down to your hips gripping them tightly. You in turn moved your hands to his backside pulling him firm against your hips. He hummed into your lips, his voice pulling from deep in his throat. It was such an enticing sound that you licked your tongue out, tasting along his lower lip. You felt his hot breath against it and then found your tongue matched against his as it darted out, flicking against yours with its bifurcated tip. It offered such a delightful sensation, feeling both individual tips of it touch upon yours. You let out a light, lustful giggle and once more claimed his mouth, half straddling him, you pushed him slightly onto his back. His hand reached up suddenly and pushed at your shoulders a bit. Worrying it was a protest you retreated slightly, allowing him some space. “Are we...Are we doing this?” He breathed out. Leaning in you planted a few soft kisses along his neck and gently whispered in his ear as your mouth neared it. “If you'd like, then yes.” His gaze lingered on your eyes and then your lips, mulling over some thought. When he made his decision, he gave you his answer by reaching up and pulling your mouth back down onto his. You rocked your hips into his and drew out another guttural hum, as you stretched him out on his back. Revelling in the bulge you felt press against your lower stomach. Peering down at his flushed, needy eyes, you let him tug at your night robe, pulling it up and over your head. He smiled and chuckled victoriously at the sight of your bare form before him. He leaned in and placed his lips along your shoulder and down your chest. On occasion, you could feel his teeth scrape against your flesh. They were sharp like his claws but they didn't hurt. You desperately wanted him to sink his teeth into you, chomping down on your neck. His hot breath and wet tongue trailed up and down your neck as he gripped at your back with his claws. You wanted to make your request when you heard a soft knock on the door. Either Ripto ignored it or didn't hear it and continued placing kisses along your chin. Another knock sounded off, louder this time. “Oh for...Why are they bothering me at a time like this?” He hissed, leaning back into the pillows and scrunching his eyes in frustration. “Your grace? Please it's an emergency!” A voice called out from the other side of the door. Ripto sighed and rubbed at his temples. “Maybe we should check it out.” You offered, propping yourself up on your elbows. He let out a sigh from deep in his core and flung his arms to the side against the mattress in defeat. “Oh...Fiiiine.” He grumbled, extracting himself from underneath you. “Don't worry, Its not like I'm going anywhere. We can check out what's wrong, sort it out and then come back here and, well...” You gave a cheeky wink, letting him fill in the sentence himself. He smirked at you from the middle of the room as he donned his day clothes. You grinned to yourself as you saw small wet beads, seeping through the front of his pants. You really must have got him hot and bothered. Thinking you should probably get dressed too, you climbed out of the tangle of blankets. “You're grace-” “I'm coming!” Ripto shouted to the riptoc in the hall. “ Hmm...not yet.” You teased. He tsk'd at you but there was no frown on his face. Once clothed, Ripto flung open the door, startling the servant on the other side. “WHAT?!” He bellowed in their face. The servant cowered under Ripto's glare. “Well you see sir, there's something funny happening in the garden.” Ripto cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at the help. “Funny how?” The riptoc flailed, taking a step back from Ripto's glare. “I think you should see it for yourself boss.” With a shake of his head Ripto exited the room. You followed suit, closing the door behind you. As you passed the riptoc, he gave you a funny look. “Sorry to disturb your slumber.” He said with a slight laugh in his voice. Descending the stairs you passed more saurian servants, all of them tittered when your presence passed by. You wanted to question it but waited until you had exited the front door with Ripto. “I don't get it, why are they all laughing at me?” Ripto turned, a sly smile twisting his face into an awful sort of glee. “It's your scent.” You balked. “What?” Ripto let out a breathy laugh. “Your scent.” He repeated, leaning into your neck and breathing you in. “You just reek of lust.” You felt a frown take hold of your face as embarrassment welled up in your chest. “Oh, I'm...I'm sorry er.” You faltered. Aw jeez. You had forgotten that everyone here had a more sensitive nose than you. Ripto pulled you in closer and kissed at your neck. “No, no! Don't be sorry.” His face turned up and he met your eyes with his. “It's absolutely wonderful.” The toothy smile that split his face made you want to cover yours. You continued on, wondering what could possibly have been such an issue to call Ripto and you away from your...activities. You didn't even have to get to the garden itself to figure it out. “The rosebush!” You cried. Standing there, stretching up in a huge mesh of tangled thorns, the rosebush from the night before now looked nightmare-esque. “What? You know something about this?” Ripto eyed you suspiciously. You gave him a nod and then explained what had happened the night before. He listened carefully and then asked to see your wand. You procured it from your tunic and handed it to him. “There's nothing odd about it. Just a fairy wand.” He handed it back to you. “Show me what you did. What spell did you use?” You demonstrated your spell again on another nearby plant. Once more, you heard the air splitting crack of magic as it burst out towards the flowers. You fell back on your behind in the recoil of the blast. “What in the world was that?” He eyed you incredulously. You stood, brushing yourself off. “I dunno. It just started happening last night.” You felt tired again, as if you had used up all of your energy in that one blast. Ripto looked you up and down but this time with a look of confusion in his eyes. “Just how powerful are you?” Shrugging you shook your head. “I'm not sure. I'm actually pretty new at magic. I don't even know how I do it.” You explained to Ripto as he listened intently. “I just sort of, reach out into the world and take magic into myself. Then I use it to do whatever spell I need at the time.” He blinked at you in confusion. “Wait, you absorb magic directly from the world?” Your shoulders shrunk down, feeling worried now. “Is that not normal?” Ripto's face was now wearing an unreadable expression. Sort of a mix of suspicion and disbelief. “____. If I could channel magic from the world itself, I wouldn't be looking for a new gem for my scepter.” Realization crept onto his face. “Of course...” You cocked your head curiously. “What is it?” “Of course there was nothing in the gems. That's why they felt so devoid of magic. You must have been draining them of it.” Draining them of it... Something stirred in your memory. “It’s true yes that humans aren’t normally allowed here. Some live here, but not like the ones from the Human Home World. They are greedy and drain magic from places like ours. No magic exists there anymore. Not the kind we’re used to anyway.” “I think I know why I absorb magic.” Ripto neared you cautiously. “What have you been hiding from me?” He demanded, though there was no force in his voice. With a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, you explained to Ripto that you were from the human world. You told him of just how you had arrived, recounting your arrival and what the Professor had told you about Human World humans versus Dragon Realm humans. “So you're saying you steal magic from things around you?” He mused thoughtfully. “Not intentionally. I'd very much like to not do that.” You fidgeted, worried he was upset. “That's why my gems seemed so useless. That's why I've been feeling so weakened lately. You've been taking my magic from me!” He looked like he was going to get worked up, his fists balled tightly. “I'm sorry. Is there a way to block it? To stop it from happening?” You wanted to reassure him but was afraid he wouldn't believe you. Ripto stood, one hip jutting out while his arm folded around himself, propping up his elbow as he scratched at his chin. “I may have a solution.” The two of you wandered back up to the castle and into his study. Once there, he dove into various drawers and cupboards, pulling out a couple of rings. Every time he found a ring, he'd approach you and lift your hand, trying to see if the ring matched your finger size. Carelessly tossing ill fitting rings back over his shoulder to wherever in the room. Finally, he found one that fit you and he set to work. Brushing the clutter off of his desk, he placed the ring and produced his scepter. It was missing it's crystal still. Thanks to me, you thought regretfully. From a chest on the floor, he brought forth the gems you had thought were magicless. Placing them around the ring on the table, he prepared a spell. “There should be just enough charge left in all of these gems combined to help me bind this ring.” Twirling his scepter, he charged his magic through it and cast a beam at the ring and gems. They all lifted in the buzzing air as the gems turned into light and shot into the ring. Once the ring had absorbed them all, it plunk down on the table. Ripto retrieved it and placed it on your hand. “I've put a binding spell on the ring. It should keep your magic self contained and prevent you from taking anymore magic from the world or my gems.” You bowed your head with guilt. “I'm sorry.” Ripto stood facing you, his arms crossed, “I wish you had told me sooner.” “I didn't think it was this bad. I hadn't realized what I had been doing.” Every time you touched the gems last night, you must have sucked their magic into yourself, storing insane amounts of energy within you and causing those amped up spells to explode. Perhaps you had been doing the same to Ripto, draining his magic with your touch. You both stood in the silent study, worry weighing down on you. Was he mad? Hopefully you hadn't botched things with him. He did take the liberty of making you the ring to help keep your magic from leeching more off of the world. So if he was angry with you, it wasn't enough to merit his usual aggressive demeanour. You couldn't take the weight of the silence anymore and so you spoke. “Are you upset?” He looked up at you from underneath his furrowed brows. They softened a bit as he eyed you. “...No. But no more secrets!” His clawed hand pointed his demand at you. Relief washed over you, but you didn't relax just yet. You'd believe he wasn't upset when you saw it, you thought. He was an awfully suspicious fellow and you were afraid he was going to put his guard back up against you. “Now that I'm bound, maybe we can finally find you a crystal for your scepter.” You offered. Ripto nodded. “Sure. After breakfast. All this excitement so early in the morning has got me working up an appetite.” He made to walk past you but you reached out to him. While he said he wasn't upset, you wanted proof yourself. Bringing him closer to you, you embraced him with a kiss. He melded into you, taking in your affection. Once more you apologized. “I truly am sorry I was stealing the magic from you and your gems.” Ripto chuckled and kissed you once more. “You just want all of me don't you? My magic, my body...” You laughed softly, glad to see him smile at you again. “So what if I do? What if I want to keep you all to myself? And in return you can have all of me.” Ripto mulled your offer over in his head, smiling and nodding at the prospect. “Sounds like a fair trade. Alright then. Consider that binding ring to be an engagement one as well.” You blinked, unsure if you were processing what he was saying correctly. “...Wut?” He turned to smile at you from the door, propping his hands on the frame either side of him. “You wanted all of me didn't you? Well, that ring now means you're mine. You're stuck with me forever now.” You stared on, mouth agape in a stupid kinda smile. “You mean...like...marriage?” He gave you a smirking wink and took a step back, pleased with the effect of his words on you, and slowly started strutting casually down the hall so you could catch up. Well! There's your proof that he's not upset, you thought.

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