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Honestly, rather than twitch taking five FUCKING minutes to verify my free subscription every time I want to watch Critical Role early, they should just let me set the damn thing to renew automatically.
It's not like I use their piss-poor website for anyfuckingthing else anyway why the hell should I have to wait for them to find their ass from a hole in the ground?
#Critical Role#Twitch fucking sucks#that should be instant it is 20fucking23#you're not getting money out of me anyway. so function properly to avoid getting shit-talked.#because frankly you deserve it twitch ~<3#your subtitles suck. your layout sucks. your tiny pause button sucks. you can't remember where I left a video paused. fuck you.#if someone set twitch's servers on fire I would cheer#oh they fixed the pause button thing for now at least. whoopdee doo -.-#never mind it only works when I UNPAUSE fucking hell#actually catch on fire. actually burn. fucking twitch servers
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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] You cheer something embarrassing + The rival team comments about it
Note: My fixation on this AU continues... I just think thereâs so many scenarios to explore.Â
Scenario: Your friend has dared you to cheer something embarrassing for your boyfriend. Everyone hears it, including the rivalling team...
Warnings: not proofread, some swearing and profanity, slight sexual innuendo if you squint (Tartagliaâs)
Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here
#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)
Zhongli is pretty well-known among Aces.
He knows youâre up there on the stands and for him thatâs good enough. Is not the type to keep looking up there to check if youâre watching. Heâd rather be focused on the game.
So when you shout out his name just as theyâre about to start, his head snaps towards you and you can see surprise on his face.
âZhongli!!!â literally all eyes are on you now, the coaches, the managers, the other team. âY-Youâre--â
Your friend nudges and whispers at you âLouder you moron! He wonât hear you if you stutter!â
âYOUâRE THE CAPTAIN OF MY HEART!âÂ
You cringe and just bury your face in your hands, your friend is laughing uncontrollably
Thereâs silence in the court, BUT THEN HIS TEAM GOES WILD âCAPTAIN ARE YOU BLUSHING?!â âQUICK SOMEONE TAKE A PHOTOâ âHEâS MALFUNCTIONED!âÂ
Zhongli has a blush on his cheeks but gets his team in order âROUND UP!â but theyâre all silently snickering or giggling.
They form a circle and put their hands in together. Zhongli shouts âFIGHT!â a lot louder than usual.
His team grins. Their captain is fired up, so theyâre fired up too.Â
Just before heâs about to take first serve he makes it a point to look your way, and give you a firm nod.
Then the captain of the opposite team comments about your cheering. âWah! I wish I had someone cheering me on like that,â is looking at you with heart eyes.
Zhongli exudes a dark aura and everyone covers their head in fear of getting hit by the ball âEyes over here,â he grumbles towards the other captain who just smirks.
#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)
âDiluc! THE ONLY THING STRONGER THAN YOUR SPIKE IS MY LOVE FOR YOU!â
Oh yea gurl. Even your friend is embarrassed and ducks behind the railings to hide her face.
âThatâs kinda...cheesy...â Kaeya mutters under his breath and scratches his cheek.
Childe is glittering all over, âItâs so cheesy but Iâm kinda jealous,â They both turn to Diluc.
Yea heâs gone. From neck to hairline heâs red all over and steam is coming off from his ears.
His teammates crack up.
Heâs so out of it the rest of the team needs to clap and hit his back to get him back into the real world.
âOi, get yourself together, your girlfriendâs watching!â He snaps out of it at that and puts on his game face.
The other team comments, âSheâll find out my spike is stronger!âÂ
Diluc is livid that theyâre trying to outshine your cheers and spikes like never before.
#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)
âKAEYA! YOU CAN BLOCK SPIKES BUT YOU CAN NEVER BLOCK MY HEART!â
has a shit-eating grin the moment he hears it.Â
Cups his hands around his mouth and shouts back. âYOU CANâT BLOCK MINE EITHER!!! I LOVE YOU!!!â
The whole team is just...what in the world is this cringey-ness unfolding in front of them...?
Team doesnât know whether to be motivated or to puke.
But Kaeya is there to the rescue. Heâs so hyped that there are flowers hovering around his peaceful face. âCome on, come on, we gotta show Y/N who the kings of the courts are here, donât let me down,â
Half-way through the game one of the opponents ask him, âHey, that your girl up there? Sheâs kinda cute,â
KAEYA ISNâT EVEN FAZED YâALLÂ âShe is, isnât she?!â Probs will show you off more, to his teamâs displeasure.Â
After the game (which they obiviously won) he bear hugs you and is proud of how much you cheered for him.
#4 Albedo (Setter)
âBedo!!! YOU SET MY HEART ON FIRE!â
You say this just as the ball touches his fingertips, he slips up a bit at the embarrassing cheer and they end up losing that point.
âOh crap,â you mutter under your breath and duck under the rails to hide while your friend laughs, pointing at your hidden form when Albedo looks up to the stands.
âDonât mind, donât mind!â his teammates slap his back to reassure him that they can get the lost point back.
Tartaglia is the one that zooms in on Albedoâs face, âHow are you not making any reactions at all?â
Albedo stares at him for a moment. â...Because she merely stated the truth,âÂ
Kazuha laughs at how logical their setter is but adds, âHe slipped up, I think thatâs enough of a reaction,â
Albedo pouts a little but continues with the game.Â
A little later on the setter of the other team tries to provoke him. âHey, you didnât even give your girlfriend any reaction. Watch out, Iâm pretty sure I can give better ones,âÂ
Albedo is so pissed he actually spikes the next ball with his eyes on that bastard.
#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)
âTARTAGLIA!!! YOUR SPIKES MAKE ME WEAK IN THE KNEES!âÂ
Another one who has a shit-eating grin on his face.
Shouts back at you âTHATâS NOT THE ONLY THING OF MINE THAT MAKES YOU WEA--â is FREAKIN slapped by Zhongli at the back of his head.
You kind of thank his captain that he wasnât able to finish that sentence but damn itâs still embarrassing.
Kaeya and Tohma is snorting with laughter
Xiao and Albedo does not get it.
Someone from the other team begrudgingly comments, âDude you donât have to flex her that hard,âÂ
Tartaglia is the type to take the bait, a dark look on his face while looking at the opponent. âThatâs right, be jealous, no oneâs cheering for you huh?â
Whacked by Zhongli the second time and pushes his head down and apologizes for this man-Childe
#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)
âKAZUUU!!! YOU JUMP JUST LIKE MY HEART DOES WHEN I HUG YOU!â
Laughs aloud sheepishly but waves his hand at the stands where you are.Â
Is secretly stoked and fueled.
But his other teammates are still teasing him about it. âWow she must be having some kind of heart attack whenever she hugs you then,â âCome on Kazuha! Show us how far you can jump!â
Laughs sheepishly again and waves his hands at his teammates, âOkay, alright, thatâs enough,â
But man is FLYING during the game, literally. The team is kinda scared about how high heâs jumping today and wonders if youâve cast some type of magic spell.
Theyâre all thinking â...if I get a girlfriend will I perform better too?â with these glum looks on their faces.
The opposing teamâs member remarks, just speaking out loud. âSheâs right he really does jump high for someone so small...â
Kazuha smirks at them, although thereâs still a friendly smile on his face. âY/N knows me best,â
#7 Xiao (Libero)
âXIAO! RECEIVE THAT BALL THE WAY YOU RECEIVE ME IN YOUR ARMS!â
low-key the other teammates start to add-on to the teasing. âWow, how DO you receive her in your arms, Xiao?â âYou like cuddles or what?â âSo do YOU initiate the cuddles or does she?â
âENOUGH!â heâs a blushing mess and pushes away his team members to try and focus on the game.Â
He shoots you a half-glare while youâre over at the stands but later on heâs prolly gunna give you cuddles the way he likes it.
Every time theyâre on time out or break the terrible two (Kaeya and Tartaglia) tease him by wrapping their arms around Xiao and repeating what you said âReceive that ball the way you receive me in your arms!!â âHug me Xiaoooooo!â
Xiao just punches the both of them on the head.
Albedo deadpans the terrible two and says âThatâs a very good way of showing that youâre jealous no one is cheering for you,â
They both sulk on the side of the court.
The other teamâs spiker comments, enough for Xiao to hear. âGee sheâs kinda cute,â
Xiao doesnât even hold back, with fire in his eyes, points at that guy. âYou! You wonât get any ball past me!âÂ
#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)
âTOHMA! YOU CAN SERVE THAT BALL BUT I CAN SERVE YOU SOME LOVE!!!â
Tohma laughs heartily and turns to his teammates, âHear that guys? Guess itâs time for me to go and get served some love,âÂ
Heâs literally just in seventh heaven and is about to nope it out of there to meet you at the stands but Diluc grabs the collar of his shirt and drags him back. âThe game isnât over...â
Deadass pouts the rest of the game, but is so motivated to finish that most of his serves are unstoppable.
And then in the middle of the game, someone from the other team waves back at you. âI CAN SERVE YOU SOME LOVE TOO!â
Tohma serves that ball straight at the guys head, his eye is twitching in annoyance.
Is possibly the happiest that you came to his game and swings you around when he meets you. âThanks for cheering babe!â
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WHG 14: Boat 5
tagging @concealeddarkness13Â (Triel, Nesri, Zenith)Â @ratracechronicler (Elvira, Rebecca) @pen-of-roses (Lynn, Rowan, Laurel) (I think those are all the others in this anyway lol)
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The next morning came and the others went off to grab their targets and I slipped my way into the main room where Ceasar was finishing up one of his first presentations of the day. According to Amy and her notes, this one was something to do with a new fashion line, and the next would be introducing some performer. Unfortunately for them, I didnât think they would be getting their chance to perform today. The crowd still seemed a little sleepy, muted enjoyment ebbing from partygoers as I brushed by them, making my way towards the front, towards the stage. No one seemed to notice when I didnât laugh at Ceasarâs jokes, and no one seemed to notice me weaving past them. I guess that was one good thing about missing half my soul if it made me easier to ignore, easier to overlook, just a step up from some inanimate thing.
Applause filled the room as he finished his talk and stepped off the stage. Ten minutes. Thatâs what the schedule said. I smiled, already starting to get excited. More than enough time to set myself up. Peering out from the front of the crowd, it looked like no one had expected anything to happen here. No security that I could see, no railings, just an open stage low enough to clamber up on. Perfect. Chances were peacekeepers would be more focused on guarding the tributes, on patrolling the secluded areas of the ship to catch us doing anything out of line. But here? Here in the spotlight, center stage, with dozens upon dozens of eyes on the shining star? Fools. Theyâd never see it coming.
Chatter replaced the applause and the waiting began. Surrounded by casual patrons, I curled my hands in my pockets, fingernails already starting to sharpen. It was all I could do not to vibrate with excitement, with energy. When else could I justify doing this again? Ginger would kill me if she knew what I was about to do, where I was about to do it, in front of so many people, so many potential victims. But I could handle it. I could, I could. Iâd practiced, Iâd worked on it, and I wouldnât go too far. Just enough. I smiled, lips pressed together to hide my teeth. Just enough to scare him, to make him fear, to make him fear in front of everyone.
Cheers jolted me alert as the lights went back up and Ceasar strutted back on stage, adjusting the little microphone headset by his face.
âHello again distinguished guests!â He flashed a smile of too-perfect teeth. âThank you for your patience!â
My cue. Ceasar paused for affect and I went for it before I could change my mind. I scooted forward and hopped up on the stage. The lights shone hot and blinding on my shoulders, but I hardly noticed, eyes locked on Ceasar as he stared, shocked and confused to the silence of the crowd.
Ceasar only took a second to regain an image of composure. âAh, can Iââ
âYou donât recognize me?â
As soon as I spoke he froze, paling even under his layer of makeup. I grinned, teeth sharp and shadowy horns starting to materialize off my head like smoke as I stalked towards him. Every step closer and I could already start to feel his nerves, buzzing just off his skin to crawl across mine. Coward.
I laughed, coming up behind him to snarl into his ear. âSo you do? You know exactly who I am donât you?â He didnât respond and I grabbed his jaw, digging the points of my claws into his skin. Not enough to bleed, not enough to cut, but enough. Enough that he knew. âAw, come on now, say something.â
The lights flickered, shadow gathering around my legs where it couldnât reach the floor. Disappeared before it could find itâs destination. Panic flooded from my grip on his face, hot and fast and racing straight to my heart. Straight to my heart where it sped and sped. He wasnât going to say anything. He wasnât. Heâd never not been in control.
âNot so confident now are you?â I jeered and leaned in closer, leaning over his shoulder to let him see me, see my teeth, see my horns, see the tails twitching in the dark. âGo on, scream. Scream and beg for someone to come save you, to come help you, to stop this.â
I twisted his head, making him look to the petrified crowd. âYou think those are your friends, your fans?â I asked with a cock of my head and a cruel smirk. âYou remember what I said to you? How I could hurt you? How I could tear your skin from your bones and your bones from your body? Do you really think any of them would come save you? Come save you when itâs that bloodlust they crave so much?â
This time he struggled, pulling back from my grip and leaving thin scratches down his face where he wrenched from my grip. I could see him shake, see him panic and I stood up taller. I stood taller, holding my hands out to my sides and laughing, laughing, louder and louder. The lights went out, power drained and gone from the very wires running through the inside of the ship, from the bulbs screwed into the fixtures as shadow grew behind me.
âThatâs what you want, isnât it?â I twisted, leaning over the stage at the crowd. They flinched back, pushing and bumping each other to put distance between them and the stage where I stood, where I stood overlooking them and snarling, laughing, threatening. âYou want blood, you want violence? Well what are you so afraid of? What are you so afraid of now that you have it, now that you have it right here? Isnât this what you wanted? What you vied so hard to get with your tickets and your events?â
None of them responded, of course they wouldnât. They only liked the thought of pain, the idea of bloodshed.
âWell lucky for you, maybe youâll get just a little. I want you to watch, isnât that what youâre here for?â
I turned, snatching Ceasar by his sleeve and hauling him back to center stage. He staggered, struggling for balance as I grabbed him again, sinking my claws into his shoulder to turn him around. Fresh panic flowed from his skin though my bones, through my veins, and the thin trickle of blood down my hand. He wavered, weakening, struggling. I was taking a lot from him. He wasnât used to it. Everything near me, everything around me was fair game. The lights, his strength, the crowdâs fear, it all came to me. Came to me and died when it reached my skin, my blood, my body, like the light itself that turned to dark rising all up my back like crawling insects and creeping illness.
âOh?â I pushed Ceasar down, bent at the hip with a hand in his hair to overlook the crowd. âIs it different now? Different now that youâre here, that youâre seeing it, that heâs one of your own? Oh no. Oh poor you?â I dipped down, looking Ceasar in his half-closed, half-conscious eyes. âWhat ever will we do about that?â He didnât say anything, of course he wouldnât. His heart was probably beating weaker already, drained, struggling with the energy lost through my hand on the back of his neck. âAwfully quiet now arenât you?â
I pushed him down and he lay there, crumpled and limp on the stage floor. He struggled, tried to move, tried to get his arms and his legs and his limbs under him to get up, to run, to do anything, but he couldnât. Couldnât do anything as I loomed above him, stared down at him with just enough of his own blood on my hands for him to notice. For him to know. For him to start thinking to himself, pleading to whoever he plead to to try and save his life.
And I could kill him. I could kill him right now. Slice though his neck, server that one critical artery running straight from his heart to his head. Plunge my hand into his throat and tear out the trachea, tear out that voice he loved to hear so much. Cut through his stomach, tear out all the soft parts hidden inside and leave them to rot and ooze all over the clean floors.
I could do it. Could do it right here, right now, right now. My heart raced, fast and excited in my chest. Fast like a greyhound, a greyhound held back by nothing more than a gate with itâs eyes fixed on a lure. On a rabbit, on a prey, and any second that gate could open and out it would run, racing, until it caught it with itâs teeth. Itâs teeth that tore flesh andâ
He was lucky I promised Cirrus Iâd stop myself. Lucky. Lucky bastard.
Snarling, I kicked him in the ribs instead, rolling him over onto his back before twisting to glare at the crowd again. âSo thatâs it? Youâre just going to stand there? Stand there and watch?â I spat. âI thought at least youâd have the sense to run away. To save your own lives. Pathetic.â
I lowered my had and stepped across the stage and they pressed back again, some starting to wake up, some starting to figure it out. That this wasnât a show. That this wasnât what was supposed to be happening. Some ran, fleeing for an exit but they couldnât get out because there stood Amy. The avox, the one Cirrus had sought out and how had so graciously given us all the information we could have needed.
There stood Amy with a peackeeperâs pistol.
She aimed it just above the heads of the crowd and fired. Fired loud and ear-splitting at the one remaining, one weakly shining candle chandelier in the middle of the  ceiling.
It fell with a crash and the room plunged dark. Screams erupted, screams and shouts and cries and pleads. I could only laugh, cackling with my head back as they screamed and pushed and shoved and fought for anything to keep themselves safe. anything to get out of there. Anything. Anything. Anything
Another gun shot. And another. And another. Tiny flashes of light as glass broke, as windows shattered with the bullets fired from Amyâs new gun. Curtains pulled away and some tried to climb out, tearing up their expensive clothes on the broken glass. Others hid, hid as best they could under tables or in corners, frozen, fearing, fearing for their lives and lit only by the slowly growing fires from the downed candles taking hold on the carpets.
All while Ceasar lay on the floor, barely propping himself up on one elbow and staring in horror at the scene in front of him. At the scattered trays, at the broken crystal, at the drinks spilled n the floor and the panic seizing the crowd as they turned on each other, pushed and shoved and fought over trying to get out.
The shadowy silhouette of someone running the stage made me turn, snarling and drawing shadow up over my shoulders, but it was only Amy. She waved me on, towards her with her free hand, but I ignored her. I wasnât done. I wasnât done. There was still so much I could do here. Still so much I could.
Her hand closed around my wrist and she pulled, pulled me nearly off balance and toppling off the stage. I spat and fought, pulling back and swiping at her face but stopped myself just short. Just short of her eyes. Amy. This was a friend. A friend. She was on our side.
She flinched only a moment before yanking again, and I half relented, spitting and swearing as she dragged me out of the room and back into the sunlight of outside where I wrenched myself out of her grip.
âGet lost!â I spat, pushing her back against the side of the ship. âLeave me alone, let me, let me, Iâm going toââ
âYouâre not doing to do a damned thing Asher.â
Cirrus grabbed me from behind, hooking his arms under mind and dragging me back, away from Amy. She blinked, shook herself of and ran off along with us, towards the others, the others gathered underneath the ladder dropped down from the ship.
I stopped, stopped resisting as Cirrus half hauled, half guided me towards the others. The horns, the tails, they faded first as I clung to his arm. To something familiar, to something calm. It was over, time to draw back, time to stop, time toâŚ
But I laughed, I shrieked, I shrieked with the glee of what Iâd done. Of how Ceasar crumbled under me, the panic that still spread unmitigated through the main hall. That I could still hear, could still feel crawling under my skin and begging me to go back, to finish what Iâd started, toâ
âCome on, work with me here,â Cirrus hissed, trying to get me up the ladder. Amy was already way ahead of us, her stolen gun still in hand. âClimb the damn ladder.â
I sneered. âFine, if you insist. If I must, but youââ
âNow, Asher.â
Right. The plan. The escape.
The three of us were among the last in the airship. Already the others had gathered in the hold, or whatever this place was, wherever we were on the ship. No one spoke, and I took a breath to shout, but Cirrus slapped his hand over my mouth and dragged me to one of the far walls. I growled something meaningless under my breath as he tried to get me to sit.
âNo!â I growled. âLet me go! I want toââ
âYou can do whatever you want later but you have to calm down first.â Cirrus grumbled, keeping his hands on my shoulders to try and hold me back. âJust sit down for now, okay? Come on.â
I grinned, pushing back against his grip just to bother him. Just to test him, to push, to tease. I grappled with him a little longer, grabbing at his hair, his clothes as he tried to wrestle me down. I laughed, sharp and giggling and Cirrus groaned.
âCome on AsherâŚâ Something caught his eye and he glanced over his shoulder at Amy, celebrating and brandishing her stolen pistol in triumph. âHey, put that away before you hurt someone.â
She didnât listen, smiling from ear to ear like she hadnât even heard him and Cirrus gave up, turning his focus back to me. This time he succeeded in wrestling me down, shoving me down to sit down on the floor against the wall. Fine, he won this time. Iâd let him win this time. He was right. It was over. Time to calm down, but my heart still raced, my body still shook with too much energy, too much everything.
I hardly noticed when Triel entered, dripping wet and triumphant. âCongratulations on a successful heist! I couldnât have done it without you!â
Rebecca whispered something, but I could only hear Elvira properly as she noticed Amy. âAh⌠You must be Amy?â
She nodded eagerly, weapon still out despite Cirrusâ request to put it away. I smiled, near matching her smile. She deserved it, she should keep it. She must have been clever to steal a gun right off a peacekeeper like that.
Lynn looked up from Rowan and Laurel. âThis is real right? Youâre all really here, this is really happening?â
Rebecca nodded. âWe are. You donât still think weâre Peacekeepers, do you?â
Triel shook her head. âThe winds were favoring us today. No one was able to come after us.â
I leaned back, grinning from ear to ear. She did it! The murrelet and her husband kept their promise. Lynn spoke next, but I only half paid attention, trying my best to slow my heart, to breath deep enough to ease the ache in my lungs. I clenched my fists, trying not to fix my eyes on the back of Cirrusâ leg. It was right there, right there, and even through the boots I could probably cut him. Probably cut through the skin enough to hurt, enough to get him down to⌠No no. I didnât want to do that. Didnât want to hurt him.
The conversation shifted, Nesri and Cirrus and Rebecca all teasing each other about the events in the apartment, of the popcorn throwing, of the spar in the living room, much to Lynnâs confusion. I listened in, staring up at Cirrus as he tried not to look amused. I was still smiling, grinning like an idiot as the lighthearted mood, the relieved celebration ran through my blood, not quite slowed enough to block it out yet.
Zenith grumbled something and Nesri chimed in, âShenanigans, tomfoolery, etcetera.â She crossed her arms at him with a big smile. âWhoâs the one that walked into the apartment in the middle of the night, cursed with magic, and had to bed Asher to knock you unconscious?â
I remember that! âThat was Zenith!â I laughed, louder than Iâd thought, throwing my head back against the wall. âGot himself cursed!â
Zenith sighed, as if trying to hide the little smile tugging at his lips. âWhoâs the one who had me and Elvira swap bodies and then race?â
I grinned, teeth still a little too sharp, a little too far gone, but I didnât care. Not with them. They knew me. They knew. âAre you just mad you lost?â
He muttered something under his breath, but didnât say more, eyeing Elvira until Triel took over again and I stopped listening. Cirrus would tell me if she said anything I needed to know. He was always paying attention. I thought I heard something about phones, about a mansion, and something about communication, but I kept them all tuned out as I spread my hand over the metal flooring of the airship. The faint engine hum buzzed under my palm, firm and unyielding though the steel. Minute after minute, things slowed, my breathing, my heart, slowed back to where they should. Leaning back against the wall, I let my eyes close as everything started to feel heavy. Iâd just have to join whatever celebrations thereâd be a little later.
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(Did this over two writing sprints in one of the FFXV Discord servers Iâm part of, so thanks to creator friends for giving me the impulse and the companionship of working together. Musical inspirations include Capriccio espagnol and, of course, my sprint theme, String Quartet #12 âAmericanâ.)
(I took the germ for this piece from a Rey/Finn/Poe Dameon ficlet I posted in 2016, called schools of magic.)
(And I wrote this for @jean-the-bean and @junjougrey.)
Quick Fic Pick 75: chocobo, stand your ground
âReady when you are,â he says, and on the rocks below him Gladio hefts the entire massive length of the red-corded greatsword in both hands, up into an overhead block and the sunlight catches on the blade, flaring in the bright morning, enough to blind him.
Rustle in the rocks above him, pitter-patter of pebbles showering, and he knows that was a deliberate thing. A deliberate sound. A specifically reassuring sound: for when sheâs on the move, when sheâs on the attack, not even magical spells can detect the footsteps of Lunafreya -- the way she sprints, the way she springs into the attack, the flight of her myriad knives, like sheâs a storm of power and purely lethal speed.
âHere they come!â And heâs also familiar with the distortion of Noctisâs voice: itâs not him, anyway, or itâs not inherent to him. His voice is distorted because heâs forcing it through his shields.
Ignis doesnât turn his head to the left, or a little upwards, because he doesnât need to see those crystal-blue planes and facets and shards of light for reassurance.
He can feel Noctisâs power, he can feel Noctisâs strength: the immense magical pulse of him in the world, the bright startling flare of his power and the potential of his blood -- the gifts that could only have been found and trained and honed by his mother Aulea, and Noctis is her son and her best student and Ignis was, still is, grateful for her and for him both and the presence that they have both brought to bear onto this world.
Far below, in the clefts and the fissures and the deep verdant valleys of these mountains, live people with their hopes and their dreams and their families and their love, and these people are under their protection, too.
The thought lingers in his mind for a heartening moment and then -- flash of metal-brazed pinions, harsh scream in the bright daylight, and he canât stop the lurch of his heart and he canât stop the vicious oath that he hisses.
Fiends, powerful and hungry, shrieking with their hunger, and still the question remains: what is making them canter and clash rampant in the daylight, and so close to the settlements to boot? What kind of darker magic is at work in this world that is making the nights so dangerous and the days so fraught with fear?
Warmth and wash of magic running through Ignisâs veins -- Noctis is casting, or probably has been casting for a while, given the flurry of fireballs streaking from his fingertips, and Ignis bares his teeth in a joyless grin.
Bow in his hands, the supple curve of it and the tension that it needs, the tension of it that he craves and that runs through his bones and his nerves and his muscles as he plucks an arrow from the quiver riding his hip. Up, up, the tip aiming for enemy hearts, and he draws -- he knows the twitch of his own mouth and the strain in his own shoulders as he completes the movement, and he whispers in a different tongue as he lets fly --
The single arrow becomes three, three become a dozen -- a multiplication of the arrows and they turn into flames as theyâre launched out, screeching fire to cast down the feral snarls clustering around and above Gladio, and Ignis nods, once, waits for the next cluster to hit.
âLook.â
Whisper to his right -- Lunafreyaâs voice, torn on the wind of her passage as she streaks back up towards Noctisâs position in time to slash another fiend open.
Ignis turns to the right and sees -- nothing but greedy eyes, nothing but slavering mouths, and he drops to one knee for stability, because he needs to be utterly still, if heâs going to attack. He needs to be utterly fastened into himself, into his focus, into the world thatâs still and supporting, and he closes one eye and sights -- starts shooting. Arrow after arrow after arrow, precise, carefully timed so he doesnât have to run out of breath, so he doesnât tire before the quiver runs empty -- and thereâs the impact of supplies arriving anyway, Noctis conjuring another full quiver into the world even as he summons a storm of fire and lightning unto their enemies, and the quiver falls right next to Ignisâs foot so he doesnât have to waste time, so he can keep attacking, and --
âHey!â
Ignisâs blood runs cold, suddenly: because thatâs alarm in Gladioâs voice -- something else is coming, a larger threat, a more immediate threat, and he swings to look in the direction of that shout and --
Even the peace of the bow in its full tension and flex in his hands shatters, once he understands that there are daemons on the move: once he understands the boiling rage of black ichor on those mountain rocks.
âFall back,â he screams, and Gladio is already moving and thatâs a good thing: but being in the higher reaches of the mountainâs slopes means being isolated, means thereâs nowhere to shelter.
He shouts at Noctis and Lunafreya anyway: âYouâre going to have to -- â
âWho are you?â
Voice, new voice, strange and unknown and -- sweet high song of a cry, and Ignis glances upwards and immediately throws himself into a roll, and there are golden feathers falling onto the ledge that heâs been occupying, claws landing right where he was just standing -- golden feathers and a kind spark in beady black eyes.
A cry that heâs never heard in the world -- heâs only ever read about the great feathered beast thatâs fluttering its wings for balance on the narrowness of the ledge -- itâs hard to understand that heâs looking at something real, and once he catches sight of Noctis he knows heâs not going mad, because Noctis can see this creature, too, and if any of them would know about how strange and how rare this beautiful thing is, itâd be Noctis --
Thump of bare feet hitting the stone -- the boy, heâs only a boy, his skin stippled in freckles, his hair the exact gold of the birdâs feathers, his eyes like ocean-jewels -- the wind catches on the lengths of fabric pinned to his shoulders and caught in knots on his vambraces -- catches the single magnificent feather that he wears in his hair, like itâs a jewel in its own right. Slender dueling sword on a belt at his hip.
His other hand -- Ignis watches him keenly as he glances down the ravening mountain-side and makes a face, somewhere between a snarl and a smirk.
The boy whistles out a sharp tune and magic shimmers out of him -- not Noctisâs dusk-blue power but something like sunset-hues instead, flowing down the rocky slopes.
âThatâll hold them for a bit,â the boy declares, and then he crosses his arms and quirks up an eyebrow. âNow please answer me. Who are you, and what are you doing here?â
âCan hardly trust someone like you, we got here first, weâre trying to protect those villages on the other side of the mountains,â Ignis hears Gladio say, steady mocking good cheer. âThey asked us for help and weâre giving it to them.â
âHe only looks and sounds ungrateful, please ignore his lack of tact,â and Lunafreya laughs, a little, and Ignis watches her unwind the dust-veils from her face and from her braided hair. âAnd -- do you recognize me?â
The boy nods, once. âYou, yes, Iâve seen you before. Youâre the girl who didnât want to be a priestess.â
âCan you blame me? I do much better with my blades. The gods wonât listen to my words because Iâm too rough-spoken for them.â
âThe gods donât listen to anyone at all,â and the boy cracks a small smile. Reserved.
He seems much warmer when his companion, with its wings and its feathers, croons at him and brushes the tip of its beak over the top of his head -- he laughs a little, and reaches out to catch its head in both hands, and he sings back the note that itâs producing, higher, fluttering in the wind. âAll right. If you trust them, Iâll trust them too.â
But the smile drops off his face when he glances back down the mountain, and -- he snarls, he honestly snarls, and Ignis finds himself rushing to his side and looking down at -- the rage of hungry shadows, boiling and boiling and rushing towards them --
So he acts, because heâs been trained for this, after all, and he starts with: âNoctis, Iâll take all the arrows now.â
âAll right,â and three more quivers appear next to his feet.
âIâll watch your back,â Gladio says, stomping to his side. Shiver of magic in the air around him, and the greatsword changes into a shield, the pointed end of which he plants into the rock before his feet.
âAnd Iâll watch his,â he hears Lunafreya say, and sheâs speeding up to Noctisâs perch and theyâre joining hands for a moment, sheâs whispering to him for a moment, before she draws another set of daggers and watches, crouched, next to him.
The boy with the feather in his hair -- has dropped back to lean against the mountain itself, and when Ignis looks at him, his features are screwed up in intense concentration, and he seems to be singing once again.
Heâll have to join the great feathered bird -- âchocoboâ seems like such an inadequate name for its power, for the great sweep of its wings, for the bright cry that erupts from its mouth -- in protecting the boy.
And when the first of the daemons blunders through the barrier that the boy had created, Ignis calmly fires an arrow right between its eyes, and puts it out of its misery.
Through the first, and through the next, through the next -- the trickle becomes a flood -- the flood becomes a shattering storm --
Lightning flashing down from the cloudless clear sky, and each striking bolt leaves behind images of shimmering blue.
Lunafreyaâs voice, clear and calm and sharp, calling out targets.
Gladioâs shield is just as effective a battering ram as it is a bulwark, and he seems to bat away a particularly large daemon with it so easily, so calmly, though the manâs mouth is fixed in a grimace.
And then another whistle rises above all the screams of the fight and the chocobo itself screams a warning.
âEveryone down!â
Thatâs the boy, thatâs his voice, the song in it shredding away on the fury of the words, and Ignis is already covering his head with his arms, even as Gladio pulls him behind the shield -- he hopes, he assumes, that Lunafreya is, similarly, covering Noctis -- the boy sounds like all the power of winter, suddenly --
Winter -- that suddenly comes to them in a silent snow-hush, cold that sears him right into his bones for only an instant --
He peers around the edge of the shield and the boy is changing, all the golden hues of him bleeding away into winter-white, into snow and ice, and the ominous whistle cuts off -- the daemons scream defiance even as theyâre frozen and stilled and shattered into bright bits --
The boy, still wearing his feathers, and the violet of his magic singing high perilous on the cutting winds.
#quick fic pick#fic: mine#junjougrey#jeanthebean#jean the bean#character: lunafreya nox fleuret#character: noctis lucis caelum#character: prompto argentum#character: gladiolus amicitia#character: ignis scientia#chocobo madness!
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