#mana is still shy

[darkburning]

mana as a spirit defaults to dark magician girl because that is the form her master and teacher recognize her in. it represents the form of their carefree and happier days, an innocent mana who was once so childish and endearing. she uses this form in hopes they would eventually recognize her. however, she is still just as much magi magi as she is the DMG. far more then just cosmetic, that is still her most powerful and mature form. it personifies the life she had in the aftermath of her friends demise, the high priestess who gave and sacrificed everything for the future of their ancient kingdom. magi magi is important to her, but it also represents the darker independent path she once had took.

[ambrosiagourmet]

Little details from Falin's (final) resurrection that I love:

when they say that they will need to rebuild her lower body, they seem to mean it pretty literally. There are scalpels and other surgical instruments on the table nearby, and that part is left to the elves to lead due to the difficulty. I wonder what kind of mix of magic and physical skill is needed to repair and recreate a body like that.

Both Laios and Marcille contribute mana to help bring her back...

but we don't get to hear exactly what they say. Those words are left for them and them alone.

During Falin's meal, the little dragon is hungry too...

so she shares her meal with it.

Though Falin's dress is whole when we first see it, after she consumes the dragon meal, the bottom of it begins to fray in a way that resembles the veins we see being reconstructed with her body while she eats.

three just in this set of panels - the bowl is there because she's been sleeping for some time (days?? weeks???) and they have been feeding her.

Marcille chewing on her sleeve while she sleeps.

And the fact that Izutsumi was holding vigil right alongside the rest of them.

Laios just talking to & then hugging Falin right over Marcille.

Speaking of the wait - how long was it? They'd almost given up?? They must have waited so long for her to wake up, sleeping right next to her bed the whole time.

The cuddle pile..... Falin looks so (lovingly) annoyed bless her.

This absolutely brutally dark joke that literally only could have come from Chilchuck. Holy shit buddy ^^;;

Somewhat relatedly, Senshi making sure to mention the curry that they used to lure in & kill her. Note Marcille's face in the background.

Izutsumi having waited there the whole time, but still being shy. Plus how she hides behind Laios. Truly the cat of all cat girls.

This line from Marcille kind of seems like its her being overly protective of Falin (as she was after the first resurrection), until you realize that...

It's probably more because she knows there is a big crowd outside and Falin is still in a nightgown.

Other small details in this part:

Embarrassed Shuro averting his gaze, while Kabru keeps trying to snoop even after Marcille pulls Falin back inside (snoopy Namari too, though she's a little more justified than him)

Senshi & Chilchuk go off together to make food, while Izutsumi (grumpily) accepts a proper introduction.

Wherever they got this outfit & cloak for Falin, they also seem to have shared similar ones ones with...

Laios, Chilchuck, and Yaad. I think its cute that they look like they either bought a bunch of similar cloaks, or were provided them as gifts.

And, of course,

This smile C:

[shinayashipper]

Puzzleship role-reversal AU following Egyptian boy Atem who transfered schools to Japan because of his father's job. As a son of a busy, high political figure, Atem constantly changes schools and have very little friends aside from Mahad and Mana who are the children of his father's close colleagues. (The other kids also got scared of him because his father is a powerful figure / only attempting to befriend him to gain benefits).

Atem grew up with strict lessons and pressure. Always have to be the best in everything. He always tried to maintain an aloof, cool-headed, always reliable leader persona, but in truth he's very shy and anxious. His only comfort was playing games, but it's very lonely to play alone (and he's not so fond of online games) (Mahad and Mana play with him but Mahad is older and doesn't have time to play childish games with him and Mana has other interests)

Atem had changed schools a lot, but it's the first time he moved overseas. He didn't know anyone in Japan and only spoke the language a limited amount (even tho his lessons back in Egypt always drilled the language into his brain but with no one to talk to it's pretty hard).

He instantly became The Talk at Domino High as "The cute/cool foreign transfer student from Egypt" and he didn't really like the attention. He became closed-off and only interact with his classmates a minimal amount, even tho he had always wanted to make more friends. (Now people thought he got a Mean Look, because of the frown 😂). Anzu was the first person who greeted him in good-faith because she purely wanted to get to know him and make him feel accepted in class (but he always brushed her off too). Jou and Honda are still part of The Delinquents(TM) and Jou just hated Atem's guts because he thought Atem is "snobby little Rich Kid". Kaiba is still Kaiba and he just Doesn't Care much.

One day, Atem got some free time and decided to visit a nearby game store: Kame Game. It's kind-of old and there's more board games and puzzle games instead of the ever-popular digital ones. But this is how Atem loves his games. (And there's always a weekly little tournament where kids can play Card Games against each other. Very Fun!).

When he came in, the store was empty and dark, but the store still has the "Open" sign at the door so Atem just kept going. There sits an open wooden box with silver carvings on one of the small table where kids play. Atem was intrigued to get closer and he saw some... wooden blocks. Maybe a Puzzle? Atem loves solving puzzles. Because this is just left alone on the play table, it means he can try it right? So he tried Solving it...

And as if the Puzzle itself was calling and urging him to Solve it... he's assembling it very smoothly. He can finally see that it's forming some kind of pendant, just a few more blocks but Grandpa Sugoroku suddenly appears and surprised him 😂 Gramps saw him with the Puzzle/Pendant and you know I really like the idea of him Knowing More than he lets on, he told Atem that this Puzzle was an artifact from The Gods' Time and whoever solved it will get a Wish come true. He urged Atem to take it home and solve it in peace. It might help you in some way, he told him.

So Atem brought The Puzzle home, thinking how that grampa was kind of Weird, but he's also intrigued with the Puzzle- so he's going to solve it. And a wish coming true doesn't sound bad at all...

Atem had solved it Perfectly, and it was a pendant. But nothing happens. Ha! What wish... Atem thought it's probably just Sugoroku's attempt to make him come back to the store and buy something. Atem was kind of Sad tho. But nevermind that, he got a new pendant now, so he wear it immediately and went to sleep. (Having strange Dreams about Storms and a boy with white robes and wearing The Pendant Facing Them... but he's not going to dwell with it- he must be Tired)

[thebardisabird]

Alright Sunday sinners, take this and reflect on your downbadness (I refuse to change). Thank you to my peeps who fueled this fire! Needless to say - this is nsfw as FUCK. The matsus when they’re completely pussydrunk, under the cut:

Osomatsu likes to talk to you while he has you. Whether that means he’s balls deep inside of you or if he’s got a mouthful of your heat he’s always mumbling things like “That feel good, baby? I know it does, I hear you whining” “Ohhhh shit this pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it?” or his personal favorite “C’mon baby, tell Oso whose pussy this is”. He groans like his life depends on it, expletives flying out of his mouth like a second language, and he is so focused on the soaked schlat schlat sounds of your snatch that his eyes snap shut because if he doesn’t he might literally bust all to quick, he’s that lost in how good you feel. 

Karamatsu is more in his feelings. When he’s curling his tongue within your walls, you feel it in the way he grips your thighs. Even moreso in the way he pushes your knees to your chest and stuffs his face full of your pussy, the incensed need to taste you taking over him and forcing him to hold you still so he can just enjoy you. He can’t get enough, even saying so himself when he parts from your nether lips for a mere second for air before slinking his wet muscle back in for seconds. When he slides home though? He’s extremely vocal: moans, grunts, pants, whines, you name it. He keeps one eye open so he can watch himself disappear inside your wetness, trying desperately not to let his eyes roll into the back of his head in the process. He’s singing the praises of you - the divinity of your body, how lucky of a man he is to reach the precipice of heaven like this, how much his heart sings for you in a way no one else can hear - he very much falls into a lovey dovey serenade when he’s this close to cumming. Catch him on a sentimental day and he may actually cry mid-sex. 

It’s all in the expressions for Choromatsu. His eyes legitimately do roll back, he is so overwhelmed by the feeling of your cunt sucking him the way it does that he’s shaking wherever he’s holding onto you. When he gets like this, you swear you see his pupils take on a heart shaped when you do see them. His mouth open, he’s whining very noisily and his tongue is lolled out, pretty reminiscent of the ahegao if you had to put it to name. If he’s going down on you, his lovesick gaze may accidentally make eye contact with you - those he shuts his eyes quick. While he loves watching you come undone on his tongue, he’s far to shy to ever ask you to look directly at him. Still, that does not stop him from wanting to spend the rest of his day eating you for lunch and dinner. 

Ichimatsu is a gripper. He has to have his claws somewhere on your body, holding you still because there’s no escaping him. Especially when he’s got lips gobbling up your wetness, your thighs are spread as much as possible because he needs and wants it no way else - your pussy is life essence right now and he’s a very greedy man. He’s a growler by far, teeth grit, with an occasional “fuck!” or “shit!” slipping out at all the right times. Every once in a while he likes to bite - leaves marks on your neck, shoulders, or your thighs, a testament to how primal he can get when it comes to down to how bad he wants you. The best part? When he’s close to nutting, he whimpers significantly, and he spews a whole jumbled up string of “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” ‘s before he finishes. 

Jyushimatsu - whew, this boy. Another one where his eyes roll back into his head when he’s fucking you. The only difference is when that happens, he’s taking you down with him. He’s a strong man, so if you’re under him, you’re getting pinned that way. If you’re above him? The grip on your hips becomes bruising. Jyushimatsu is very loud, though his moans and groans are incoherent. The only word you’ve ever been able to decipher was “Unghh, ahhh a-amaziiiiing”. If you managed to have him between your legs, that tongue of his is otherworldly, you feel him everywhere on you. His eyes become dark when they’re drunk off your pussy, and he’s the opposite when he loses himself in you - his voice drops in timbre to this rough, almost wolf-like tone. 

Todomatsu tries his hardest not to let himself slip when he’s tongue-fucking you, but he just finds it so so difficult because your pussy is just so pretty and the noises you make are so cute and he just has to have more of you. Having hearts swirling in his eyes isn’t uncommon for him, he falls victim to his lust when he’s inside you pretty fast. Todomatsu will tends to pay you compliments in the forms of teasing, often saying things like “Oh? Right there?” or “I didn’t hear you, maybe you should make that noise a little louder, hm?” - but it’s when he gets breathless and mewl-y that you know that the way you squeeze around him is sending him into a downward spiral. His hands will massage your thighs, hips and stomach, pressing sobs of “Oh god” and begging “Please please please” into your skin as he rails you because despite him dicking you down - it’s what between your legs that holds allllll the power over him. 

[eggtartz]

Hello!! How are you doing? I had a request for you. Can you please do The Tokyo Revengers characters(Baji, Mitsuya, Ran and Rindou) try this on the reader? Like teasing them? Thank you!

a/n : im doing well anon i hope you fell good too <3 thankyou for requesting this and enjoy 🫶🏻

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baji

- bastard would tease the shit out of you please-

- he would tie your hair up while you're watching some movies and gives kisses on your neck then gives gentle nips to bruise the skin

- his hand started to go under your skin that was covered in his shirt

- until he suddenly pulled away and you're like????

- "huh? what's wrong babe? you were expecting something?"

- if i were you i'll take the hair band and use it like a slingshot to aim at his face

mitsuya

- there's thoughts behind those lazy eyes.. and they're not too beneficial for you unfortunately

- you were cutting vegetables at the kitchen counter when he suddenly hugged you from behind

- mitsuya started to inhale your neck, giving a groan from the scent

- he also started panting, like breathing really quickly and loudly

- and suddenly he whispered "do you know where's the flour is?"

- "huh?"

- "the flour honey? mana and luna said they wanted to bake some cake?" he STILL whispered

- you shakingly said it's in the cupboard and then he's cheerfully saying thanks "😆", leaving you very confused in the kitchen

rindou

- he would not be too brave to tease you in real life, he's too shy plus he doesn't think he can.. contain.. himself..

- so he texted you saying something like..

- SOMETHING LIKE

- "babe do you think im tasty?" yeah you at work was perplexed seeing the text

- you blushed furiously "i mean.. i've only had it once rin.. so is that like an invitation for a second time or-?" you texted back

- mfs giggling for sure "what? but i haven't cooked for you before?" he texted back

- then he texted again "oh a typo. do you think my cook's tasty? woops sorry babe"

- you wanted to smash your head againts your desk "haitani..."

ran

- this little shit

- he offered to do some chores while you were cooking so he took the broom

- yeah, imagine those cartoons having lightbulbs on their head when they have ideas? yup, ran had that exact moment

- he was sweeping the floor while you remained oblivious, absorb in making dinner

- until he approached you and swiftly lifted you on the kitchen counter

- you almost, ALMOST wrapped your arm around his neck and your legs around his waist until he pulled away and continued sweeping

- you were sitting in the kitchen counter, very confused but frustrated as well

- i would honestly throw a spoon at his head 🧍

[qiutls]

TNGDH 008

I climbed on Sen's palm and looked around.

Since Kyle is busy searching with his eyes wide open, this girl should head straight over to his study. Earlier, I couldn't take a good look on the way here because I was in a hurry to run away, so I should take this chance to learn.

That way tomorrow, I can use "Summon" at the storage room and wear Kyle's clothes that I hid, then I can go to the opposite room from the study.

The point is that I can only specify the location for "Summon" to be within 10m radius. Of course, I have to get more clothes. It's so damn cold, it isn't called the North for a reason.

"Sen, where are you going?"

A maid who was moving a laundry basket called Sen. The place I was hiding in, seemed to be where the servants do the laundry.

"I found it!"

Sen lifted me up proudly, and I carefully held onto her palm with my body in case I slip. Hey, don't raise me up so high, I can't see anything.

"I guess it wasn't that shy. It even seemed nice. It's so cute looking around trying to find the way back."

After hearing that, the maids gathered around her and said, 'I envy you,' 'It must be cute,' 'I want to raise one too,' and etcetera. If you wrote their words and arranged them in one line, it seemed like it would even reach Busan.

I burrowed my face in Sen's palm feeling ashamed.

'... Was I too obvious while looking around?'

I'll get weary if I'm too self-conscious.

"Can you take me with you?"

A maid who seemed to be close with Sen approached me with her eyes shining. How dare you put your spoon into someone else's bowl. No, hmph. Is this decision up to Serena?

― Squeak [ Get lost! ]

She was visibly embarrassed when I started squeaking and stretching out of Sen's palm.

"Ack! What's wrong with it? Wasn't it very quiet just a while ago..."

― Squeak! Squeak! [ You foolish human! You want to share the merit, how greedy! ]

Were you fated to be Serena, the best woman in the empire? Of course, I must've messed up that fate but anyways... Why do you need Kyle's favorable impression!

Right then, a low voice rang behind us.

"Cashew Nut."

"G-grand Duke!"

This ghostlike bastard. He found me so easily.

Kyle's eyes which were tinted with red turned to look at me, then he frowned slightly... That action made everyone feel more intimidated. Seriously, his looks are enough to win a battle.

Hey! Why won't you smile. Didn't you find me already. I don't even have a single scratch on my body. Don't make the atmosphere too heavy, don't you feel sorry for these maids.

Speaking of them, among all the maids, only Sen wasn't shaking with fear, and even turned towards Kyle.

"Your Highness, I've found the beast as you've commanded."

Kyle tried to reach out to me but stopped when he saw me sitting comfortably on Sen's hand.

"... I guess it's comfortable staying with you."

"That, Your Highness..."

"Will you come to my study with me?"

Sen looked down at me for a moment, stroked my back with her thumb and nodded. The other maids have went back to their original positions and could only glance.

After arriving at the study, Kyle tried to put me inside the hamster house.

Of course, I tried my best to resist. You said we would sleep together today! How can you give me freedom then take it away like this, you cheating bastard!

Sadly, Kyle seemed to have misunderstood my actions.

"It seems like it really likes you."

"I guess it does, Your Highness."

Sen smiled slightly, with a hint of embarrassment and happiness. However, she still put me firmly inside the hamster house.

"You have to go in. It's bad to leave the house so recklessly. You made His Highness worried."

But, I'll be back after 30 minutes anyways. I was just taking a quick walk.

"I'll make it up to you."

Kyle said after closing the ceiling of the hamster house. Sen only stared at him, so he added.

"I thought it would be hard to find. I had that hunch after the magicians said they couldn't track its mana. But thanks to you, I was able to easily find Cashew Nut..."

"....."

"Tell me what you want. I swear on the name the Grand Duke of Blake, I will grant you anything you wish."

Sen's eyes turned to me, who was leaning on the wheel. She seemed to be troubled.

Her eyes were filled with both longing and resignation then it turned to melancholy for a moment, but it quickly snapped back to her usual look.

"It's alright, Your Highness, there's no need."

Sen replied in a firm voice.

"What I wish for is something Your Highness cannot grant, so I'll handle it myself. Please just know that I have done my best, and if there comes to be a day in this castle where I face injustice, I just hope that Your Highness is willing to lend a hand."

"Interesting."

Kyle leaned back onto the sofa and spoke slowly.

"Is there a wish that cannot be granted within this territory of mine?"

Hey, don't fight with a maid and her wish. I mumbled while washing my dirty paws in the water bowl.

'... By the way, what could Sen's wish be?'

To marry Belial? Anyway, I don't remember what the ending of the story was but I remember these two were in love with each other. And isn't it a common ending for novels for the leads to live happily ever after. This ending is basically a national rule.

But... It's impossible to fall in love with Belial here in the north, which is a long way from the Imperial City, maybe her wish is to raise her status?

Then a system window popped up.

[ Revenge. ]

'Revenge?'

Sen's wish is revenge?

[ Serena's only wish is revenge. ]

Not Sen, but Serena's.

The system was still calling her Serena and not Sen.

Does that mean, she's still fated to be Serena.

Even if the fate of transmigration was changed, the part of her becoming empress seems to not have changed. This made me feel strange. I blinked and looked up at Sen.

'What the hell happened to you.'

It felt really strange to think that the novel I read is someone's vivid life and not just a few lines typed on paper.

"By the way."

Kyle called Sen's attention quietly and she looked back at him calmly, not afraid of his aura a single bit. Seems like her liver is big.

*Koreans equate the liver to what English equates the heart to bigger heart / liver = more courageous*

"Your face looks familiar."

Sen flinched and her shoulders stiffened, her strong appearance seemed to crumble right there and then. Her green eyes which had been calm all this time shook and her lower lip turned pale for a moment.

But she quickly recovered, she turned her head towards me and closed her eyes tightly. The moment she opened them, she smiled and it looked so natural, making me think twice whether the expression I saw earlier was a moment of illusion.

"I'm not even a maid that's in charge of Your Highness, how could I look familiar?"

"But... It seems like we have met before?"

​Your Highness, the Grand Duke, that's such an old-fashioned comment.

Sen replied with a meaningful smile.

"I am one of your subjects. Besides, I'm a maid working in this castle, so it's natural that my face is familiar."

"Yes, I suppose so."

Kyle seemed to move on without much thought on the problem.

Come to think of it, Kyle was quite obsessed with Serena in the original version of the novel. But what was the reason? There must have been a good reason to be obsessed with someone who you could not even see in your territory...

It was not easy to remember all the content of the novel because there was so much happening, it's a good thing that the system helps most of the time.

"What's your name?"

"Sen, Your Highness."

"Alright, Sen."

Kyle thought of something then looked at me.

No, don't look so friendly, maintain your dignity as a solemn and grand person. Don't suddenly open the door and lift me up and shower me with kisses.

"I'll cut back on your work a little, so can you come and check on Cashew Nut from time to time?"

Sen was undeniably shocked at the unexpected request.

"Cashew Nut, this magical beast?"

*might use demonic & magical interchangeably since sometimes the characters mention the word in obvious demeaning tone and sometimes it's neutral like this one.*

"Yeah it seems to like being around you. Originally, I was the only one it met here at the study all day, and it must have felt lonely because I was away preparing for the festival. I think it might have run away in frustration..."

Well, that's not such a bad decision. I'll take it.

The first part of the original revolved around Serena, Belial and Kyle. Right now, since Belial is at the Imperial City, it can't be helped that I can only increase the miracle value by changing Kyle & Serena's fates.

Unfortunately, I have to spend most of the day as a hamster so it's better if they are the ones to approach me.

Sen turned towards where I was again, and I slowly approached the wall that was near her and put my hands up against it. I didn't forget to wink either. I used up all my sincerity for this fanservice.

"... I'll do it!"

Sen called out as if she was possessed.

"I-I mean, I've never taken care of a mouse, no a h-hamster, but I've raised a dog before... I'll study hard to learn how to take care of it! I-"

"It's not just a hamster, it's a magical beast."

Just like this, Sen became my second guardian.

Both of you please get along well. Don't be too obsessed, okay? Don't fight each other for my affection alright?

After Sen left the study, Kyle looked at me in the hamster house for a long time. He looks like he was dying to take me out, but wouldn't dare to do so hastily.

'Were you that shocked to lose me once.'

But I couldn't help it either. If you came back to a strange man on the bed naked, and the hamster was gone, the situation would be a lot worse.

Then a rumor will spread that Your Highness, who is not married, has a taste for men. Of course, I couldn't let that happen.

In any case, it's a difficult situation, I also would not take out a hamster outside of the cage if there's a single chance it might run away again.

Should I pretend to be depressed for a while. No, this isn't my fault, it's all because of this "Summon" skill. Why didn't you explain the details of the skill to me first!

[ (อิ_อี;;;) ]

'Anyways... Tomorrow, it should be fine right?'

The clothes were hidden well, so I'll use "Summon" in that location and take a look at the situation in the castle. It's time for the festival anways so it wouldn't look weird to see a stranger walking around.

'Before that... I'll have to get some pants and shoes.'

If I keep walking barefoot all this time in this freezing weather, all my toes will fall off.

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[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

hello dear! i really like your works and i really love reading your writing but i'm shy to make requests but after reading comfort works i finally got the courage to ask for something....

so can i order the S4 from the prompt list? with fuegoleon, nozel and yami

SSHSHHSJJ I can't hahaha ho God I'm embarrassed sorry it's just my first time asking and English is not my native language...well I guess that's how it is _ ho Aaaaaa say hi to your fans here in Brazil :)

✨️💙✨️💛✨️💚✨️

Hello love~! ^^

I'm super, super happy to hear that you like my works!! And I'm delighted that you found the courage to make a request! ^^ No need to apologize though, English isn't my native language either, so I get it. It can definitely be nerve-wrecking, but you'll learn by using the language. Also: HIYA~!! ^^

Oh some hurt-comfort my beloved~

I have written this for Yami in the past and you can find it from here, so I shall include Fue and Nozel under the cut ^^

Prompt: Them thinking their s/o died in battle, but in fact didn't Genre: Hurt-comfort Pairings: Fuegoleon x gn!reder, Nozel x gn!reader Fanfic type: Oneshots Warnings: angst in the beginning, fear of s/o having died, mentions of injuries, the men being worried, sad and relieved, but there's comfort in the end Total length: ~1.7k

Fuegoleon

Fuegoleon Vermillion. He was the first born son of the House Vermillion; coming from a line of capable combat mages, and as such, he was praised for it. He was celebrated for it. And it was the stead that he knew for himself. A life where he had accepted that he might lose his life in battle, because that was a fact. Many combat mages fell in the line of duty. But he had simply supposed that it was the life he lived with the role he held.

A wrong decision could mean the difference between life and death. It was self-evident to him. And it was something of which he reminded his knights regularly. Because it was a rule of the life they lived.

And yet… he had never applied that rule to you. Because surely you wouldn’t. You were smart enough, capable enough… lucky enough to avoid it. Since sometimes you needed a little bit of luck to come unscathed from a battle.

Yes… in his subconscious mind he had simply accepted that no harm would befall on you, not if he did his job as a captain well.

Nothing bad would happen to you.

Surely.

So… on that one, faithful day, when one of his knights ran to him, bringing word from a mission, he thought it to be a poor joke at first. The first few seconds that ticked in the air.

‘Lifeless’, had been the word used.

Life… less…

Less  of… life… But there was still the word ‘life’ in it… So… So…

Incomprehensible. The word seemed… incomprehensible to him. Though he knew the definition of it, but it just… didn’t… make sense.

He was sure his mana flared up. It must have.

Because the windows shattered.

His office was… yes, there was glass everywhere.

But he was already out of the door.

The headquarters.

He didn’t think he had ever flown with such speed before, but still he thought Salamander to be too slow.

Why did it need to be so slow? He would have thought the spirit to be… faster than that? But he supposed that he had been delusional.

He supposed.

The medics yelled something as he raced through the infirmary. But he couldn’t hear them.

Just more nonsense.

Nonsense. All of it. Just gibberish.

---

You opened your eyes to see … a ceiling.

There was a dull pain to your side, one that seemed to course through all your body from that one point onwards. And it was as if all strength had seeped out of you, into the mattress, or maybe the thin air around you.

It was difficult to tell. Not that it mattered.

Your eyes turned down from the white ceiling, and started circling around the room. But before you managed to do more than take a deep breath, there was a sound, a voice calling out to you.

“My love?”

You knew that voice. You knew that gentle, tender touch that took a hold of your hand.

And as your eyes met with his, gazing into the sea of purple that wasn’t quite royal purple and not quite lavender, you saw nothing but sorrow. An ocean of worry.

There was a hint of red lining the white of his eyes… and it wasn’t the red markings. You were quite convinced of it.

“Hey…” you managed with a dry whisper. It felt as if your throat was lined with sandpaper.

But. You were there.

“I… worried for you,” he admitted, but there was depth in those syllables that spoke of so much more than mere worry.

They spoke of terror, something you didn’t think his tone of voice could manage. His voice had never seemed the type to know such an emotion, and yet… there it was.

“I’m still here,” you told him with that same, quiet, raspy voice, and gave him a small smile, but a smile nonetheless. You didn’t know what else to do, not in that moment.

There would be a time to go through the events of that mission, but it’d come later. For now, it was just about being there. That you were still there.

But the way he held onto your hand, with pale knuckles, told you of how much he dreaded to let go. A sense of fear, that if he let go, you wouldn’t come back to him. It was as if, he feared that the secure hold he had of you, was the one lifeline still keeping you there, with him.

In a way, it seemed silly, but in a lot of other way, it was so, so touching and heartfelt.

And who could blame him?

“I love you,” you told him.

And the way he drew in air to his lungs, as if to gather himself, so that his relief wouldn’t roll down his cheeks, already told you what words he’d utter as a reply, before they left his lips.

“I love you too.”

Nozel

Nozel Silva. He was a man who had lost a lot during his life, despite being royalty. Despite being fortunate and privileged in many, other, ways. But it was meaningless compared to what he lacked. What he had lost. Which was why he didn’t want to lose anyone dear to him ever again.

It was the one fear he held in his heart. That he would fail to keep his loved ones safe. That they would die, and he’d be, again, helpless in the face of death to do anything. Despite having grown older and stronger.

Despite having followed in the footsteps of his mother, and becoming a captain of the Silver Eagles.

It was a very real fear to him; that he might lose again. But he didn’t think it to be right, not since learning, not since knowing better, that he had the right to deny you from living the life you wanted and working as a knight. In a way it was a way of keeping you close as well. Because he could be there, nearby, most of the time. Though as time passed, he convinced himself that he was being foolish. That he was overthinking it. That he was being unreasonably worried.

But then, as he was overseeing a training session, he could see from the corner of his eye one of his subordinates that he had sent with you onto a mission.

And he was shaking. Shivering.

Something had gone wrong. But nothing had quite prepared him for what the knight managed to mumble, spit out after a long, stern scowl.

It hadn’t simply been a mission gone wrong.

Not ‘just’ wrong…

Though he couldn’t think of a word in that moment that would have been worse than wrong; more chilling than horrid. A lot of words… he had a lot of worse, none of which quite sufficed.

“…What?” Had been the only question, only word leaving him. And the tone, was deeper than any winter frost they had known in Clover. Harsher than the weather of the mountains between Clover and Spade. The chill of it… he could feel it laying down a layer of frost over even his own very bones.

He took a hold of the knight by the collar, but he barely realized it.

There was something about an infirmary, and how ‘they’ were trying everything.

He didn’t need anything else.

He only needed the statement of ‘they are trying’.

And though Nozel knew that his eagle was fast, it could never be fast enough.

Even if he didn’t know what to do when he got there. He simply knew that he needed to be there.

He had to. He had to. Hehadto. Hadtohadtohadto HAD TO-, be there.

Be there…

Only to be told not to look.

‘Don’t look’.

But he needed to see, so that he might know, for himself, what would happen.

---

The room… was quiet. Or then it just seemed quiet, and your ears didn’t register whatever sounds existed around you.

Perhaps it was the latter, since there was also a spinning sensation in your head. Light headed. And you ached all over. But you could feel all your limbs… that was good. Positive.

So, you moved your hand to your forehead, even if it hurt. Even if it made you wince in pain.

“Darling?”

There was a sense of urgency in the tone. But it was wrapped in a veil of taffeta, of concern and tender emotions that he held for you, which shone through the layers and layers of worry. It couldn’t be anything else but worry, that tone.

You turned your head to see Nozel sitting in the corner of the room.

There were bags under his eyes, and his hair … it was a mess. Strands of silver poked out from here and there. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all, and how he probably hadn’t eaten a single bite ever since you wound up where you were. Which made your heart clench in a different kind of a way.

“Mhm?” You hummed as he hurried from the chair he was in, to you.

“How are you?”

Again that tone; tone which was soft, urgent and filled with the sorrow’s of his heart.

“I feel like I was… ran over by… something,” you admitted. Because that was how you really felt.

He crouched by the bed, with his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t quite know how. As if he didn’t really know what to say. And perhaps he didn’t. He did and he didn’t. It was all a big jumble of words, of thoughts in his head.

“I… worried,” he said with a whisper.

And you… couldn’t help but look at him, because… he doesn’t-, say things like that. He shows that he cares, but he doesn’t… say it.

He never says it.

Only that he did.

He said it.

He said that he worried for you. You could see it from him yes, but to hear it, it just-, made your heart skip a beat and it… It just made you more certain about how you loved him and how he loved you.

He might have been a man who wasn’t good with words, but sometimes he said the most perfect things. And when he said it, he meant it.

[kyasarinkishinuma]

FF8 boys: Laying your head on their lap

Squall Leonhart

Absolutely not.

No no no.

This man cannot people even if he tries. He's a lot more empathic and thoughtful than he may seem at first glance, but that does not by any means translate into his interactions with others. Honestly if he considers you a friend that's already a miracle in and of itself.

So laying your head on his lap? That's pushing it. He'll just ignore you and push you away if you try to get anywhere near him.

Unless he has a soft spot for you

In which case if you insist, he might eventually agree, albeit hesitantly.

He is awkward and stiff. Honestly not the best cushion. But he's entertaining your request so that has to mean something, right?

He won't ever let you do this in front of the others though. Only when it's the two of you someplace private. But of course the others always find you two somehow. Zell never shuts up about it. Squall hates it.

He'll just sit there and cross his arms while he waits. "Are you done yet?" He may seem disgruntled but he never forces you to get up sooner than you have to.

A solid 7/10. Good support. Not very receptive to whatever your issue is, but his presence makes you feel safe.

Zell Dincht

It's definitely a lot easier to get this guy to agree. Even if he'll find it a bit weird, he'll do it since you're a friend.

Not the best cushion because he keeps fidgeting around. He's just not the kind of guy to sit still, but he'll try his best to do so until you feel better. He'll also just ramble on and on and easily entertain a conversation with you.

The other students will definitely tease him about it but he'll shrug it off, saying he's just helping out a friend. That's what a good friend does!

But if he has a crush on you... Hoo boy

When he crushes, he crushes hard

He's not exactly discreet about his excitement to have his crush's head on his lap. A very "WHOA! REALLY??" kind of reaction.

He fidgets even more if that's even possible. Can't sit still, won't sit still. And he just won't shut up. And he'll also tell everyone.

So that's either really annoying or really endearing. Up to you.

Doesn't really matter when or where it is, he'll let you do it if you ask him, especially if you look tired or upset.

6/10. Amazing emotional support, but he really needs to learn to sit down.

Irvine Kinneas

Your go-to man.

Out of the group he's probably the most empathic about your situation. He's a self-proclaimed loner so he has lots of time to mull over his emotions and understands the stress you're going to.

He'll agree without a moment's hesitation. Anywhere, anytime. If Squall or anybody else scolds you for slacking off he'll shoo them and sit there until you feel better.

He's the kind of guy who'll speak to you in a low, calm voice or not speak at all, if that's what you prefer. If you're okay with it he'll play with his hair a bit to soothe you.

But of course, this is Irvine so he'll definitely throw in some flirty remarks and try to fluster you. The kind of silly things that'll make you giggle, so whether you return his affections or not he doesn't mind. He's just happy you're cheering up a bit.

Honestly if you're comfortable with it he'll probably ask for you to return the favour every now and again, when he needs it.

If he has a crush on you the hints of care in the way he holds you and shushes to you will be so obvious.

He'll probably brag about it to your friends and just isn't shy to admit it.

Solid 10/10. Very comfy and good emotional support.

Laguna Loire

You could be a complete stranger and he wouldn't turn you down.

This guy just has such a heart of gold. Anyway he can help others, he will. Even more so if it's someone he holds dear.

The request will probably stump him for a moment, he'll have a sort of 'uh, ok' kind of reaction, but afterwards you're good to go. It's not that he finds your request odd, it's just that he'd never think someone would go to him for that kind of thing.

He's also really good at hugs btw

He manages to sit still but can't keep his mouth short. He'll just ramble on and on and on, and he'll get embarrassed if you ask him to be quiet for a minute because he'll feel like he's talking too much.

But his stories are welcomed, if anything. They're silly and fun and keep your mind off whatever's bothering you.

If he has a crush on you, he'll ramble even more and his leg cramps will definitely act up. Poor guy.

He'll probably ask you if you want to go grab a snack or go outside a bit after a couple minutes. While he isn't as hyperactive as Zell, you can't expect the guy to sit there for half an hour either.

Solid 8/10. Very comfy and fun.

[aarcanechaoss]

Mine to have

Masterlist

Selene finds herself offering words of affirmation towards her husband the most- time for a change in tactics.

Warnings: SMUT MDNI | Fem OC x William Vangeance

Notes: sorry it took so long to update I was having some family time and couldn’t finish it on the planned time- also it’s long sorry

Hot water rushes down, scalding Selene’s skin as she scrubbed at the grime and sweat of the day.

Contrary to popular belief she did work herself to the bone when putting her theories to the test~ theories like mana being drawn from the source (the natural environment) rather than using a grimoire.

She let out a groan as the water barreled down- a perk to sharing a quarters with the Captain of the Golden Dawn (and being married to him) was the delicious water pressure in the shower.

A thud sounded behind her, a stutter and stumble of words following quickly after.

“Hi William.” Selene greeted.

Selene Vangeance née Morte had no qualms about her husband seeing her naked… he was just so shy and unsure of himself that no matter the few times they had been intimate he was still so… demure.

An idea sparked… a new theory evolving.

Though she was more than happy to take care of her own needs she did enjoy the pleasure William offered on those few and far between nights since they were married (arranged). What would happen if he was more confident…

“I’m so sorry Selene I didn’t hear the shower.” She could just see his red flushed face- eyes staring daggers at the floor. She snorted.

“William we’ve been married for three years I think you stumbling into our bathroom is fine.” She didn’t turn though, just glanced over her shoulder, smooth bare back (and arse) on display- her long black streaked by silver hair pulled over her shoulder.

“I still would have knocked.” He sounded tired- poor dear.

“If you were planning to have a shower you could just join me.” She said instead, turning back to the rushing water to scrub soap from her arms.

He wouldn’t join her- she’d offered that invite before- not long after they had first been intimate- only to find him a dangerous shade of red instead and never asked again.

Instead she was pleasantly surprised by the soft rustle of clothing and the creak of the glass door. She looked up over her shoulder- there he was stepping in to the large shower.

“Long day?” She asked, if Selene questioned him being here he’d think she hadn’t meant the offer- and she did mean it, gods did she though.

“Unbelievably.” He sighed. “Too many trivial arguments and things to sign today.”

Brown eyes locked on tired violet and so she extended her arm towards him- not expecting him to take her hand even though she also hadn’t expected he’d join her. Perhaps the rare spike of need had hit him too… perhaps he was just too tired to care.

William grasped her hand, squeezed it and let go… tired (unfortunately). He turned away, a second spout of hot water streaming down in the large shower as he began scrubbing at his skin, hands rubbing hard against his face.

His face he was so careful to hide even from her, even when Selene had littered it in kisses, had marked his neck whilst spouting words of affirmation his way she knew he thought she was lying. It was annoying how much he disbelieved her attraction to him.

Another idea, another theory. Selene stepped forward, her arms circling his waist until her cheek was pressed between his shoulder blades, her chest against his back. He tensed at the touch before relaxing- good he trusts her.

“What are you doing?” William questioned.

“Giving you a hug.” She said- though muffled against his back.

“Is that all you’re doing?” He teased.. Selene blinked and pulled away, spinning him in her arms as she did.

“What are you implying my love?” His breath hitched as he looked down at her, took his wife in. She knew it was cheating jutting her chest forward, having her hands on his hips but she didn’t care- not when he looked at her like that.

Looked at her like she was the most wonderful thing in the world. Especially when she called him love- a word he’d implied he’d never thought would match to him- her sweet, kind, touch starved Captain of a husband.

Her thumb circled his hip as she soaked him in like the water in her hair.

Then reality hit again and he was looking away, hiding his scar without really doing anything.

“How you can stand to look at-” maybe it was his kink getting her riled up with that sentence, seeing the flare of anger in her eyes at his depreciation.

Words wouldn’t work anymore, nor would soft kisses if that didn’t get through his head. No more dark rooms on the few intimate nights.

“I will tell you again and again that you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen and it won’t get through to you… shall I try a new tactic?”

A hand trailed up his toned stomach, nails grazing his chest before curling around his neck, hair tangled by fingers.

“A new tactic?” He nearly whispered. Her hand in his hair meant more than a chaste kiss and he knew it… looks like it was one of the rare intimate nights instead of a tired one now. He leant down, preparing for that kiss that would drive him insane for the night- would stay in his mind for days and yet… he would never act on.

“Though I suppose you won’t believe me then either.” Selene’s fingers trailed forward, nails biting into his skin as her hand wrapped around his hardening length.

His eyes bore into her for so long she honestly thought she had overstepped, thought maybe he had only ever placated her desires those few times and truthfully had none of his own.

Of course that wasn’t true- he wanted her just as bad in those moments, his moans were real, his whimpers were real, the way his hips bucked against hers was so fucking real… maybe he was just submissive and didn’t know what to do now that he had free reign-

Strong hands pinned her to the spot, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist and hips.

~~*~~*~~*~~

William nearly growled when she had grasped him in her hand and ready to make him come undone so completely right here, right now.

Time was limited for them, it’s part of the reason why sex was so minimal- usually he was too worn out from work and she was typically still wired and functioning. A certain Elf being another reason not that he would tell her anytime soon- it was just strange knowing Patri was there and sort of a part of the intimacy…

Those days when he could fuck her, could make her moan his name… he realised just then, just now something she already knew.

She was the initiator while it was always his choice to continue, she was always placating his fears, his self doubts and insecurities- which he knows she has her own…

She wanted him to take the lead even with her hand pumping his cock slowly.

Fuck their limited time, screw Patri’s wandering thoughts he wanted her, needed Selene.

His hands were on her waist in an instant, his mouth crashing down to meet hers. Her head tilted, back arching as his hands moved to smooth across her skin. His left arm wound tightly around her waist to pull her flush against him, making her pause the slow movement of her hand but tighten none the less.

“I neglect you don’t I…” It wasn’t a question, was a statement with intent and desire. “My pretty wife deserves better.”

She hummed in displeasure at the deprication.

“You please me plenty when you are able too.” Is her reply, a sharp gasp following as he squeezed her ass, his fingers grazing her wet heat- gods the breathy sound that came after…

William felt the tug in his mind- Patri’s desperation to hide in the deepest, darkest part. Normally William would have stopped, would have preferred to wait until Patri was sleeping in his mind… not now, not today.

“Well I suppose I do enjoy hearing you cry out my name.” He said against her mouth. “And you do take my cock so well when you ride me, when I fuck you.”

The whimper that left her only made him harder. She liked the gravel in his tone, the way he spoke- a way he had never spoken to her before.

Typically a night of passion and intimacy between them didn’t involve dirty talk and he much preferred to sweet talk his wife and tell her how stunning she was, how grateful he was to be in her life, how beautiful she sounded crying out his name.

Patri could fuck right off- William wanted Selene, needed her and he’d prove it.

He kissed her again, harder- his tongue begging for entrance, to dance with hers, to explore the mouth that so often explored him.

An idea sparked, it had been a month since they last did this when he had returned from a mission for Patri and couldn’t help his wandering hands as he climbed into bed. When she let him roll her on her back and push away the silken nightdress and feast between her thighs.

Selene began kissing his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, moving down to his chest- her hand tightening again around his hard length.

“Stop.” He said, the gravel in his voice still there, the hand near grasping her ass moving back to her hips. And she did, she always would if he asked but he needed to clear that worry from her eyes as he kissed her forehead as gentle as the time she had littered kisses on his face.

And then he got on his knees.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Selene’s back was pressed to the cold tiles, her right leg resting over her husbands shoulder and she had a hand in his hair, the other going between the wall and her breasts.

She moaned as his tongue swirled around her clit, as William lapped at her cunt like a starved man. Tongue swirling, teeth nipping and fingers… fingers~

Her hips rolled against his face, riding out the orgasm he’d brought her too- his fingers felt like they’d gone deeper with each roll and buck of her hips. She cried out his name, the shower muting the sound with the pouring water around them.

William pulled back once she’d stilled, his lips and hand covered in slick. He watched her chest heave, wet hair sticking to her skin even more now as her own hand fell away from his hair. He pressed a kiss to the thigh over his shoulder and placed his fingers in his mouth.

She moaned again at the sight as her thigh dropped down and he stood- free hand moving to hold her hip.

William hummed, licking his fingers clean before pulling his wife in for a kiss. Gods he was so hard, he needed her more than either could explain.

The next thing Selene knew her arms were bracing her against the wall, her cheek pressing into her arm as her husband entered her.

They both moaned at the feeling even as William whispered sweet nothings that only served to make her want him more and clench around him.

“Good girl.” He said, pressing kissed between her shoulder blades, up towards her neck. Selene tried her hardest to turn, to look over her shoulder but the sudden thrust stopped that. The next thrust caused another moan to rip from her as his hands tightened on her waist.

Then his hand moved, middle and ring fingers pressing against her clit again and she couldn’t stop the shudder of pleasure that went through her, she needed him- wanted him and he was going to make sure she knew he did too. His other hand left her waist, taking her right breast in hand as his arm wrapped around her, his hips never once stuttering as he rocked his hips against her more and more.

Neither wanted to stop, Hel they didn’t think they could stop even when another orgasm came crashing over her, when he followed suit.

But that wasn’t the end, no. All William did was turn off the shower and whisper into her hair to tell her the one thing she was hoping for the second he’d started fucking her.

“I have a lot to make up for sweetheart, so we aren’t finished here.”

There werent many complaints from either the next morning when he sent out a short message to Langris saying he was taking the weekend off.

[yellowgreendinno]

My Ick

You know what gives me the ick? The fact that Fuenozel would be a much more popular ship (more than it already is, because from what I've seen, many ship them or say that it would compel them) if it was straight. Just imagine the following, because I assure you that with what society has taught us during our lives, this will look much 'cuter' and 'shippable' than the original. These are my Fuenozel headcanons that I've decided to publish with my not really OC, Nobuko Silva. It's their story, gone from 'oh my god, I love gays!' to 'ugh this is so chiché' with the simple act of genderbending one of them.

!Recommendation! - Listen to "Kyoto" by Phoebe Bridgers

Enjoy~

Imagine two little royals, one is six and the other's just barely five. A little red head boy and a tiny silver haired girl. They meet for the first time because his mom was busy, and so decided to ask her mom to keep watch of him and his big sister. They arrive to the Silva Castle, where the woman by the name of Acier Silva awaits with a little girl hiding behind her long leg. So, naturally, he goes to say hi to her the first, while his sister stays behind to chat with the beautiful mother, who seems interested in the youngling's fast whit and attitude even at such a young age. The both leave, leaving the boy and the girl on their own to play house or whatever kids their age do, said his sister. The girl is shy at first, and genuinely thinks her new playmate is a demon because- Momma are those fangs and eye marks even human?!

And so it goes, and they meet regularly. And by the age he turns ten and she's barely nine, he's managed to get the girl to see him as a friend. Her best friend, actually. But he knows she'll never admit it out loud. One day, she asked him what his dream was, not expecting his friend -his all too sensitive friend, in his opinion- to throw a tantrum, because- "Not fair! Becoming Wizard King is my dream! You stole it!" Obviously, he didn't want her to be upset, so, with a hug that held the sentiment of their pure little age, he promised that - "We can compete to see who becomes the Wizard King, I promise"

And just like that, their dynamic has changed completely. By the time he turns twelve and she's barely eleven they meet every day before lunch time at the Vermillion Estate's training grounds to fight, gaining more and more control over their mana every time they spar. It's never seriously though, they wouldn't dream of hurting each other. At least seriously. How many of her favourite blouses were torn and burnt? And just how many of his blue jackets were cut apart? How many scars does she have from third-degree burns? How times has he gone to Owen because of mercury poisoning? They're young and they're having fun, that's what matters.

But of course, things change. And soon, let's say by the time he turns thirteen and she's barely twelve, he finds himself spending more and more time inside her room than in his. They hang out, talk about their dreams, and simply are. They were friends before, but now their bond was deeper, nearer. She wouldn't find it to be a surprise to see him slumped in her own home, in her own room, in her own bed, after a long day. She would still get scared when he sometimes slammed the door open with a loud noise against the wall, his loud voice wanting to tell her something he'd done the day. And for him- he lived to see that reaction every day. If you asked him why, he would answer that- "It's hilarious!"

He starts to get scared when he turns fourteen and she's barely thirteen. She's starting to learn what stoicism is, and his sensitive crybaby of a best friend is slowly but surely slipping from his fingers. Things don't change much aside from that as time moves on from that year. But they become close, inseparable. More than they ever were before. His sister, her mother and even Lady Theresa Rapual had noticed it. There was a subtle change in his mana. Lady Theresa once told him that one's mana shifts to appease and please the ones close to oneself. That's why his mana had always been loud, fiery, dangerous, booming, wild, savage. It mirrored his sister's. But the Lady had noticed, however, that her devoted student's mana was slowly becoming more collected. It imposed respect. Beauty. The inexistent coldness of the crackling fire. But she knows better. The girl is often seen in family dinners now. She talks to his parents as if they were her own, to his sister as if she were her own. He, in exchange, finds himself holding a baby boy with white hair and blue eyes as he walks into the Silva Castle, his presence now brotherly and calmly. He finds himself witnessing a little girl with pink eyes create specks of mist with her own hands for the first time. Being without each other equals to cutting off their dominant hand now. It feels good. Lady Acier's somewhat like the non-neglecting mother he wished he had. And he found himself blushing once he barged into her room one day, and found the sight of his best friend in a towel, in the midst of styling her damp hair. He tells her what he was about to with excitement, and then goes out of the room. He tells her to meet him outside, and their sparring session goes by as it normally would. They gone to Raque and the volcano's hot springs together. And it goes on as usual - the playful pushes into the water and booming laughs. There was only one problem. The one thing that scared him. He found himself thinking about her white, damp hair and fair, wet skin afterwards.

It all changes then. By the time he's fifteen and she's barely fourteen. Acier Silva falls and so does the earth under his friend's feet - and consequently, under his. The only thing that his mother- Lady Acier had left behind was a small baby with all to big lungs. He spent the night after her death. He saw it all. The quivering mess his best friend has become. The screams. The tears, sorrow, guilt, all the hairs pulled out of spite. She wears a golden choker now. She tries to comfort her siblings, but she can't even comfort herself. So, he climbs up the tallest tour in the kingdom - to her window. And in all those years, he had never seen her cry like that. The sobs and screams. The next morning, she assured him he was better. So he left the Castle with an uneasy feeling. He doesn't see her in a year.

Then, he receives a letter. This happens probably when he turns sixteen and she's barely fifteen. He got a pretty silver decorated card with a place, a time, and a dress code - an invitation. To her Grimoire receiving ceremony. His mind runs a thousand miles a second as he dashes to his chambers to prepare himself. And now... now is when that funny feeling appears. He finds himself searching purpousely through all of his clothes to find an outfit that she'd like, he cleaned up perfectly, sprayed a bit of cologne on his neck and wrists - the one he knew she liked -, and made sure he was the most charming picture of a royal man. He wonders what she'll look like... Will she wear a Silva dress, or a tailored one? Will she wear heels? "No, she probably has grown" Will she be up for a spar, or has she turned into a pretty royal? Only now- he realises she's always been pretty. He jumps on the carriage for it to take him to the Silva Castle, the place he's avoided for a year. He feels mighty as all those faces turn to look at him, a perfect single young man who could make a match for all those noble's daughters. But it doesn't matter, because they all disappear once he makes eye contact with the person he misses the most. She wears a tailored dress. A white one, adorned with feathers. Heels hold her weight, and a silver tiara adorns her perfect white hair. He wonders if she stares at him too, watching his perfect vermillion mane wave in the open window's breeze. If she wonders what he smells like, what his now calloused hands will feel on hers after a year. They walk closer, and he sees - she hasn't grown a bit. Not in height. He looks at her closely, and notices he always knew his friend was pretty. She always knew her friend was pretty. But now? They see each other and only see the perfect image and the whole epitome of ethereal beauty. Her new Grimoire glows beside her, but he couldn't care less. He now has to look down at her, as she has to crane her neck to make eye contact with him. He places his hand on waist, her hand going to his shoulder. "May I have this dance?"

[theonetruegnome]

Trivia time again!

Just a short one this time to please you, my little meeples. I'm having a bit of writer's block, but I don't wanna disappoint, so we're just doing some trivia today. Thanks to my beautiful friends @funny-critter-blog, @smilingcrittersthingig and @daydreamer36 for helping me come up with these, listening to my ideas, or just for putting up with my inane drivel and stupid banter. Cheers guys! So, let's begin:

Leah's favourite food is candy, especially hard candy or anything fruity. Once Callum gave her a 10kg bag of boiled sweets for her birthday and she pretty much got a contact-sugar-high. When the others went 'round to visit about a week later, her room was covered from floor to ceiling in sticky sweet shards and the bag of sweets was mysteriously missing.

Sunny has an incredible singing voice and loves to sing, though she's very shy and secretive about it. Most of the time, she only really hums or sings under her breath while doing chores, and if anybody tries complimenting her or joining in, she instantly freezes up.

Conk never learnt to ride a bike, and he insists he never will. He's mainly afraid of falling asleep at the handles and crashing. The others insist it wouldn't happen, but the evidence from prior events, such as when they had a tug o' war or went rock-climbing, is pretty damning.

The only person who can rival Munch in being upside down is Sunny, though she can only do it on an empty stomach. Otherwise she gets very nauseous and usually ends up spewing. Because of this, Munch only just barely beats her, as he will immediately right himself to check on her.

Dandy and Eli once had a months long prank war, during which they managed to catch every single one of the shifted critters in the crossfire. Everything from buckets over doorways to one memorable prank where Dandy accidentally stained Leah's cardigan and got yelled at by Sunny and Munch when they saw Callum Cuddling the saddened bear. Despite this and many more scoldings, the two remained locked in their mortal mockery melee. The others had grown tired of having to deal with the constant pranks played against them, so they decided to get the two back. Munch dug a big hole, Conk disguised it with flimsy sticks, leaves and rotten boards, and Sunny set up a tripwire mechanism. Callum convinced the two to follow him to the place where the trap lay, while Mana enchanted the covered hole to look entirely normal. Both inevitably fell in and suddenly found themselves covered in a mix of jam and feathers coming up to their chests, made all the worse by the sounds of Leah's camera clicking away. Sunny said they'd keep doing things like this to them if they didn't stop and make up. Leah even said she'd publish the photos online to humiliate them more(She was lying!). Of course, the two immediately made up and apologised, earning their freedom from the hole.

Sunny still has the last remaining picture that the others didn't destroy of Eli and Dandy after their tarring jamming and feathering, as she thinks it's funny and could be a useful deterrent if they try to start another prank war.

Right, I can't think of anything else that isn't incredibly dull and or over three novels in length, so we're ending this here. I'll try and stay to a consistent schedule, but no promises, ok?

Also new lore tomorrow maybe-

[mealvaan]

Sally

One expects their room to feel empty when their roommate is gone, but not always. T'orii was a dam — the only thing holding back the catastrophic disarray that Mana was capable of. Without eyes that could be offended, for hers were so forgiving, Mana had no reason to maintain a respectable private life.

Every object in the room had something to say. They echoed the pretty, enchanting words of upper market vendors, for whom deception was a disservice to their truly quality products. The fixtures around her didn't heckle or bargain with reality, no, they all had a different promise to offer. And every promise tasted sweet.

Mana's attention flittered around the room to hear out each of these voices. She'd wanted to compare the taste of water crystals from La Noscea to that of Ala Mhigo, and that took her fancy for a moment — until her undried, unhung clothes from noontime's wash clamoured up her nose, the smell having taken on a new, musty smell. She had a Living Lexicon article she clipped from the Mythril Eye that she wanted to read, and keeping the mind spry was mighty important, but also she'd scuffed her new shoes on the pavement the other day and needed to repair the scratch before it became too apparent. She'd laid out everything she wanted to do out in the open field of the apartment with hopes that it would spur her to a decision, but this only made their heckles louder, each indecipherable from the other.

There was really one simple task that she could do — a task that could kick it all off and was urgent enough to have the honour — which she didn't want to do at all. There were two dishes from last night that needed washing. She'd left them in a soapy tub overnight to let the dried garlic mince unstick from the plate, and now they were due a clean. But Gods, it was still going to be a terrible scrub. Their sponge had lost its texture for the most part and was merely there to dispense soap suds.

Two dishes. That's all it was.

But it wasn't the easy task, really.

Mana kept herself anchored to the bed with one foot that hooked into the duvet. The rest of her body stretched to grab the Mythril Eye clipping she left on the floor. She realised half-way in how much more effort this was compared to just standing up and grabbing the thing. But if she got up, she'd have no excuse to put off standing tasks like hanging up the laundry and washing the—

Oh, "truculent", Mana hadn't heard that word before. It served as a segue to examine Garlean propaganda pieces over the cycles. And Garlean art differed from Eorzean art fascinatingly, too. This spurred Mana to pick up a book from under the floor and start comparing the two illustrative styles in meticulous detail…

Mana awoke to a pamphlet on her face and a knock on the door.

"C-Coming!" she chimed, hopping up from the duvet and, to her chagrin, over the mountain of incomplete tasks that were still sprawled out over the inn room like furniture. She thwipped around and kicked her shoes under the bed, threw the crystals into a drawer, shoved her wet laundry back into the still-damp tub. But the dishes weren't going anywhere, more than apparent in the sink.

Mana opened the door with a shy creak.

"Vahri'a! What are you doing here?"

T'orii and Vahri'a had been out on an anti-date. As she understood it, Vahri'a was invited for the sake of repelling men. She hadn't expected her cousin to come back with T'orii, especially not with his arm in hers. Her blood felt bubbly like champagne; she was happy for T'orii, whatever this meant for her. But did it have to be Vahri'a she brought back to their desecrated inn room?

"I was escorting T'orii home and she insisted I stay the night."

"Oh, should I give you two space?"

"N-Not like that," Vahri'a assured her behind a crumpled fist.

"You don't mind?" T'orii asked Mana, and she could tell there were a thousand thoughts behind those sharp eyes.

"Of course it's fine!"

"Great. I'm going to hit the showers."

T'orii skipped past them and left the two Cirkans alone. Mana could see the red dusting Vahri'a's cheeks behind his visor; she hurried to pour him some water, which gave her ample excuse to block his view of the sink.

"Here, have some water." She offered it to him, but stood perched against the basin with her hand outstretched. Vahri'a hesitantly took the glass — the offer was odd — and didn't drink it.

"Thank you," he said all the same.

"So, how was your night out?" Mana asked, her smile lopsided, ready to pounce up into a grin.

"It was… nice." Vahri'a took a seat on a stool by the vanity, tousling his hair one way. "Er, Mana. Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" She was barely paying attention. The offer was an automatic response. It was only after her question mark piqued that she realised Vahri'a Korla was asking for help in only so many words. "Yes, of course you can."

"How's T'orii been lately?"

Mana cradled her chin, sinking against the kitchen counter some. It was a difficult question to answer in earnest, and Vahri'a could likely tell given her pause.

"Sorry, I shouldn't ask through you," Vahri'a mumbled.

"No, it's fine. Are you worried about her for a particular reason?"

"Nothing's wrong, it's just… I don't know. If things are weird or bad for her right now, I don't want to make it worse. This was already a bit of an odd request, so…" Vahri'a was made of sharp angles, but she noticed his guilt made him soften up and deflate. This time was no different. "Sorry, that's probably nothing. Ignore me," he added briskly.

"You're not making anything worse for her, Vahri'a."

"But I could, right? I have too much baggage. I very well could."

"Anyone could. That doesn't mean you're going to."

They simmered in thoughtful silence together for a bit. How could Vahri'a possibly think he would drag T'orii down? He wasn't the one living with her and messing up the room while she was away. He wasn't the person she felt she had to take in because that 'perfect stranger' was also such a mess. Vahri'a would have gotten the dishes done.

"I mean, she's just been through a lot. I know I have, too. I feel like struggling people need solid anchors. That's why it's good you're in her life, Mana. But maybe on my part, it's not a good idea to want to…" He trailed off. "Gods, I'm taking leaps and bounds with this, aren't I? It was just a nice night."

Mana's black irises swam with stars as she looked to Vahri'a anew. He was thinking the exact same thing she was, perhaps; she'd inherited the chaos of the city that he'd lived in for half an epoch, and only now realised how small it made her feel. Amid the myriad things to do and sights to see, how difficult it was to lead a normal, stable life. How difficult it was to feel like you weren't another puzzle piece in the chaos; that you were a problematic fixture in an out-of-control world.

"Vahri'a. Can you help me with something?"

His ears perked in surprise.

"You need my help with something?"

It was a first, she knew.

"Mhm. I have these two dishes I haven't cleaned, and I need help scrubbing them."

Mana slyly curled away from the sink and revealed the sudsy, since-cold tub of watery porcelain. Vahri'a stood and took a look, brow furrowing as he noticed just how splattered these dishes still were.

"Do you have any other plates?"

"Pff, nope."

"You meant to do these while T'orii was out?"

"Yep."

"What happened?"

"I just… didn't."

Mana couldn't tell him why. Perhaps there was some tirade of explanation she could run headfirst into, give him a life's worth of justification for her failure here. But she knew it was something she didn't know, and that she wasn't perfect, and that was okay.

"Okay." There was levity in his chest. Perhaps a lilt of amusement in his voice. Mana beamed, fangs and all, as she handed Vahri'a the sponge.

A more comfortable silence washed over them like a warm tide. Clan Cirka was symmetrical lines and perfect circles, made hammock-beds and an impenetrable mist. Yet its children existed, imperfect and shy of it, for you couldn't expect the same of people. He washed the dishes and she dried them off, and while everything else hid away in the balance, maybe tonight, that was okay.

[ciaossu-imagines]

sangaku manami + 👼 - babysitting, 2nd prompt

Oh, I like this question! This one really made me stop and think, consider out everything and weigh out what was in my head. It’s always exciting when requests do that – challenge me to consider characters in ways I’ve never done before. I hope these end up being fun to read and that they feel true to the incredible character Sangaku is!

How good is the character at babysitting?

My first initial, knee-jerk reaction to this question was to think that of course he’d be a great babysitter. There’s a lot about Manami that can be quite childish and child-like in nature, so he’d be able to click well with the children. As someone who hates to be still, idle, and bored, he’d keep the kids active, tucker them out for the parents, and keep the children entertained.

On top of all that, I really do see Sangaku as someone who really does enjoy children. They’re fun to him. Instead of viewing kids as having too much energy, being too needy, or too emotional, Sangaku sees all those things about children and loves them because of it. Kids keep things fun and interesting for him and he finds their honesty about everything they see, think, or feel refreshing.

Seems a natural choice for a babysitter, someone who would be loved by the parents and the children.

But when I really got into thinking about it, the more I picked it apart, the more convinced I was that my answer had to change and that no, he would actually be rather a horrible babysitter in a lot of ways. There’s quite a few children who would absolutely be terrified upon hearing he was going to be their sitter and I think a lot of parents would find fault with him in that position as well.

For one thing, outside of cycling, Sangaku doesn’t have a strong sense of personal responsibility. I mean, how many times has the boy been late to school or gotten so caught up in doing something that he completely forget that he’d needed to be somewhere or that he’d needed to be doing something else. Hell, sometimes he’s purposefully gotten caught up in something as an excuse to not do the needed thing. I can definitely see this being where the parents would hate him at times comes in. I can see him spacing out, being too into cycling or was taking a nap or who knows, maybe he plain out forgot that he was supposed to be babysitting. He’d agreed, been told a time to be there, and whoops, now he’s half an hour late. An hour late. Maybe he just didn’t show up at all.

On top of that, Sangaku can get a little too caught up in something and that, combined with his really relaxed and laid back attitude, means that sometimes he gets careless or forgets to pay close enough attention. When you’re around children, especially younger children, this can not only be a very bad idea, but a very dangerous one.

That laid back attitude can also mean that he really does let the children get away with a lot of things that their parents would very much frown upon. If it’s not actively harming the children and it makes them happy, why not, right? It’s why he’d have parents come home to find their kid eating their sixth bowl of ice cream, still awake at eleven on a school night and riding a sugar high.

The last thing that I thought of, that firmly put it in the no camp for me, is that there’s really only specific types of children that Manami would actually be good with and would get along with. Like I mentioned, he’s not really someone who wants to slow down, to just stay indoors and play video games or do crafts or things like that. He wants to be active, he wants to be up and doing things. When the kids he babysits are also those types of people, this works out fantastically. But not all children are alike and those kids who are more indoors people, who might be more shy or just more laid-back in that type of way, where they prefer to stay indoors and play games or have tea parties and such, are not much going to like him. In fact, they’ll probably cry when they hear Manami is going to be their babysitter, because he’ll force them to do mostly what he enjoys doing – getting them outside and running around, playing in the park, etc.

[te-amozevris]

Wolf & the Kite

my piece for @black-emporium-exchange

Prompt: What happens when you fall in love with your best friend’s sister? And she happens to be a mage? Both of these things cause an existential crisis for Fenris, but he can’t help but feel protective over her. And when Garret Hawke leaves Bethany behind when he goes on his adventure into the Deep Roads, Fenris takes it upon himself to ensure Bethany’s safety. (I mostly went with this prompt)

Kite is a type of raptor bird like hawk

Treat For @CrimsonShield75

Garrett hadn’t wanted to set off for the big Expedition yet, there was still one more companion he needed to wait for. The grouchy Bartrand muttered- humans with their personal drama.

The steadfast elf had been running over to the dwarven district. Since Hawke’s message had highlighted Hey Fenris, sorry to trouble you but please come with haste! Need to tell u something important— the messenger recited it to Fenris, since his reading speed was still slow. It was daylight in the public square, Fenris had decided to forgo his full armour set, only strapped on his gauntlets.  He slowed, panting upon seeing the big group. Garrett’s booming voice: “Fen! Thank you for coming! Please, take care of my little sister. Templars found out about her, they’re coming for her.” Fen had mixed feelings, she’s a mage she should be in the Circle to be kept safe. But the elder Hawke’s voice actually cracked with emotion now. Though he was usually impulsive on missions, he always kept up his calm stoic veneer in their group. The companions who would be going in with him, Varric, Mage and Isabela watched. Fenris wanted to ask ‘why me’ but this was not the time nor place.

The rogues murmured assurances that it would be alright. Garrett was always kind and understanding with him… Hesitantly he patted his shoulder. “Do not worry. I will take care of Bethany.”

He was still shy about touches and being touched, but his best friend needed some comfort. Hawke gently hugged him, repeating his thanks, that they would try to send word as soon as they reached the safe camp in the Deep Roads.

Fenris hoped he could fulfil his promise.

*****

Two weeks later

Bethany

I heard the other apostates pleading and crying with the Templars to let them see their families. One last time, denied.

I hadn’t wanted Cullen’s horrible men to hurt Echo or Mother, so I had come willingly to the Gallows. Echo growled and was going to lunge at the men. I did not want to stop her. One of the Templars demanded- call off your mutt or you will regret it. I glared at Cullen and said, “You’re just as Fereldan as us.” He barked at them to stand down and wait outside.

“Yes. No soldier should be cruel to animals. We await you outside Bethany. Say your farewells.” He sounded contrite, but it was not like I had any choice. I really wished I could smite the entire despicable group with some spell. Mother was shaken and crying. I told Echo “Girl, do take care of Mother when I’m not here.” She made a sad whine as I hugged her, crying into her fur.

******

Now someone rapped on my cell’s door. I had been allocated a room with a small window, bare furnishing- a small desk and a bed. Because my brother had solved many of Kirkwall’s problems and his great influence, I was assured that they would treat me humanely.  Of course like the other mages, Templars would still be on duty to ensure I did not try anything rash like jail break.  I asked ‘Yes?’

“You have a visitor.” A gruff voice replied, with several murmurs. I stood up, surprised. Brother should have departed for the Deep Roads already, who could possibly want to visit me? My visitor stepped in, familiar mop of silver hair, pointed ears. His tattoos thrummed musically with my mana.

“Hello Bethany. How are you?”

At the same time I said his name. Fenris raised his gaze from the floor and a small smile played on his lips. The reticent elf was seldom outside without his spiky cuirass and big two-hander axe, but today he was casually dressed in a white shirt with dark green pants. He was shouldering a pack.

“I’m fine. Oh Fenris, I-I didn’t know you would come.” I invited him to sit on the one chair, while I took my bed. My heart was quickening strangely, we had been on some quests and missions together, but he had mistrusted my magic at first. I told myself --Stop it you’re being silly. Calm down. Fenris  is Garrett’s friend, nothing more.

 “I have free time today. After all, most of our companions have went on the expedition.” His gravelly voice was pleasant. My face warmed up at his soft emerald gaze. I busied myself pouring us glasses of water. The Gallows did not offer luxury beverages and foods.

He hummed, setting down the pack and showing me the contents. “These are for you, Leandra wanted to add in her letter, your doll and I’ve brought you some snacks too.” Wow I didn’t realise Fenris knew that I liked this rare brand of candies! All of them were my favourite buns too.

I felt astounded and touched, that Fenris cared enough to remember my preferences.  As I put my doll on my table, he asked me, “Did they touch you? It doesn’t seem like they feed you enough.”  

“No I’m ok. Um, can I ask you something?” I gently touched his hand. The raised scars were rough.

Elf tilted his head. “Of course.”  Initially I just asked Fen how was brother and how long he might be expected to be in the Deep Roads, and our friends. Fenris tried his best to answer me. His baritone gave me happy butterflies. Then the burning question, “You were quite angry when we first met, Fenris. I’m not perfect but can you learn to trust me? ”

He was quiet for a long time. Then he slowly nodded, holding my hands. That felt good and comfortable. Fenris’ ears seemed to be going pink.

“I did not mean you would be dangerous. Just that my experiences back there, most magisters only cared about crushing the poor and rising to power. Forgive me. I don’t want to argue now.” He let go of my hands and cleared his throat.

I changed the subject. “ You’re not totally wrong. Oh how is your reading and writing going? Can we write letters, Fen?”

He chuckled. “Um I am still slow but making progress. Yes let’s write to each other. Don’t worry too much, Beth.” He did not correct me that I had shortened his name too. Good start!

All too soon, visiting time was up. I began to see some silver lining to the dark clouds of my stint here.

**************

Fenris was keen to practise his writing, so as I waited for his weekly visits, I would be getting mails. And I enjoyed writing back to him too. I did not expect that Broody could joke in his own wry way, was honest and a really good listener.

Ave had a mutual friend in the Templars, who did not mind acting as messenger.

Hi Beth, I don’t know how spell your full name. Sorry. Hope u are coping well.

Yes I remember what I said last time, din mean all mages snakes. U are stronger than those falling to tempt.. – drawing of a small firebomb

(ah I knew he meant temptation leading to power)   Learning to sketch drawings. Deeply sorry din trust u. Indeed I was fearing to face D and demons alone, very thankful for ur help too. No I don’t only have black shirts haha. Whats your fav colour?   

Regards, Fenris

I smiled at his sentiments. Fenris often said the ritual had been agonizing to the point of wiping out memories. Any little stuff he could recall was a miracle. His writing was like a child’s big scrawl, at complete odds with his baritone of wisdom. I really appreciated how much effort Fenris was making to write.

For me, some nights had been tough to resist the different demons’ illusions—some would wear Father’s face or prey on my guilt, insecurities…. Then the templars’ interrogations. It was mentally exhausting to resist, I would try to visualise Andraste’s protection, but it also helped when Fenris manifested in her place!

In one vision, Fenris had longer hair and he sliced through all the desire demons and minions. He was a formidable whirlwind, using a shield and an Archon’s blade. Then I pulled myself free of the mental restraints. “Fenris! You’re here?” The apparition looked astonished, then he said something in a foreign tongue. It sounded soothing.

I thanked him. He smiled, then his form took on a blinding ethereal radiance.  I shut my eyes, tears brimming against the light. After that vision, I could sleep peacefully for a few nights with no temptations or night terrors.

Fenris’ mysterious lyrium tattoos let him step one world into the Fade, could it have been his Dream-soul saving me? I wanted to ask him when he came, but I worried that he would be upset. Visiting hour was so short, I didn’t want it wasted. Perhaps a more indirect approach would help. I took out a sheaf of papers.

***********

Fenris

I would often get letters from our friends, reporting on Hawke’s progress in the Deep Roads. It was quite slow going, Varric saying they encountered a couple of dragons. That worried me. These mails were not so private, so I paid the messenger a bit more to read them to me. Those from Bethany, I always brought upstairs to my private room, despite her circumstances she managed to bring light to my woes.

Hello Fenris,

It is okay to spell me as Beth. Last night something amazing happened- in the Fade I was being caught by some creatures and a person who looked like you came blazing in to save me! He was all shiny, bright, long hair and with your face. Instead of big sword, he was using a smaller blade with a shield.

What do you think? Could we talk more about this when we meet? Only if it’s comfortable for you.  

I do love your sketches,  yes I know what the bomb is referring to Haha!

Ah we only knew you were so furious when D had not been found. It must be emotionally difficult to cope with constant bounty hunters. My experiences may not be the same, but we always had to move because of Father and I. Mother would complain how troublesome it was, uprooting all the time.

I have many favourite colours- scarlet, deep blue, and green like your eyes. Why? Don’t have to buy me presents, I’m happy enough that we get to spend time together.

Yours truly,

Bethany

From my experience, Vint magisters would always be tempted to attain more power, higher status and become corrupt. Somehow I had faith in her, that she would not be like them. My heart ached reading her words, instead of demons she wrote ‘creatures’ . Essentially the same. Then a person who looked like… me saved her? And she had a romantic tone.  Indeed, I could not wait to discuss this with her.

Almost time to go. I headed for the markets to buy some trinkets to add to all the stuff meant for her. And a bouquet of flowers.

At the Gallows, Cullen walked with me to the usual confinement area, all the guards with their grim helms, shields and heavy armour. Today I wore an amulet on a long string to deflect the sensation of their auras on lyrium. Did not want to be hampered by the discomfort.

He said today she was allowed outside for good behaviour.

“She has never been bad, nor dangerous,” I snapped, not understanding why I leapt to her defence. We were at the courtyard, loosely guarded by plain-clothes knights. Cullen seemed about to reply, but held his tongue.

Some adepts were meeting with families, supervised, I let my gaze rove until I saw Hawke’s sister. Her hair was longer, and she seemed to have lost weight but her new pink dress was pretty. Her mother had it tailored.

She was seated at a bench with a table.

My hands were full so I could not wave but I called her name.

I felt joyful hearing her answer. “Wow Fen, are these all for me?” I nodded, beaming.

She took a long sniff of my flowers. “Thank you! Did you get my letter?”

“Yes. Do you feel safe to talk here? We are rather conspicuous. ”  I set down the pack. She peeked inside, saying I needn’t have spent so much. We went to a corner, away from prying eyes. Before I could speak, Beth gently cupped my face.

“You look tired, Fen. Did you… have night terrors again?”

I sighed. “Hm now you mention it, I will feel sleepy. Yes, I often sleep poorly. Helps with wine. Did you think that elf coming in the vision was me?”  It was intriguing to discuss, I felt calm though the Fade was a very dangerous realm.

When we were mutually quiet, I checked our surroundings. No Templars walking past. I whispered – do you want to be away from here? You can hide at my house. It’s haunted, people won’t think to search there.  

Beth’s eyes went wide. Naturally she was concerned, “But I don’t want you to get into trouble or be hurt. I know the Templar auras like Silence can also trigger pain and remove all magic. Your markings too. I can just wait for Garrett to come back, he probably won’t take much longer.”

Unfortunately she was wrong about that. I did not want to tell her the worrying news, not just my friend being in peril but all the rest of our colleagues. But being in the Gallows she was already stressed.

 “I won’t be in trouble, they all know I’m Hawke’s ally and associate. I can still defend myself. Don’t have to worry.” I reassured, reaching out to hug her against me. My markings protested a bit, but the skittering sensation was tolerable. It was a much gentler energy thanks to the amulet. Beth noticed my jewellery, it was a crescent with a star.

“It’s perfect, Fen. Do wear amulets more often.” She fingered it. 

Then it seemed like some visitors were departing, and a few guards were heading our way. It felt nice and snug, how her warm body felt next to mine and her heartbeats. I’m taking care of Hawke yes, but it does not feel like enough, if she stays with me I can protect her better!

I said softly in her ear, “Don’t worry, just think about it.” I felt her nod slowly. We enjoyed our embrace a while longer, breathing in tandem.

Clomp, Clomp the boots of the guards approached louder.

Gruff voice said- All right visitor time’s up now. What’s this, ain’t fair she getting so many stuff, we oughta be getting some too. As she stood up with my gift basket, the man moved forward to snatch it. I felt pissed and though I was shorter than him, I barked, “Keep your hands to yourself. How can a Templar be a bully?” With anger, my markings flared but the blue light was dimmed by the amulet.  Not taking my glare off him, with one hand I de- activated the rune. Then I faced them, ignoring the rush of fiery pain through each vein. A few gasps of shock around.  “Hawke is coming back soon- meanwhile this mage is under my protection,” I announced, standing to my full height.

The gruff man stepped back a bit, scowling. He grumbled some racist remarks- that knife-ear words don’t carry weight. Two of his colleagues watched us warily and said, “Don’t trifle with him, he’s decimated countless bodies, they all died horribly.”  Yet they did not fully back off, hands on their swords.

I braced myself. Bethany said behind me, “Fenris, be careful. It’s not worth the trouble.”  True, I would not be able to withstand if they started using their Silence on me and would get sick. In previous battles, I had struggled hard not to drop my heavy sword when it nullified my supernatural abilities.

But I did not condone bullying. I warned them, if they fought me today as a civilian, Cullen would hear of this.  Made them drop their aggression quite fast, the first man was still angry but they cleared a path for us.

I reined in the call of lyrium, my skin returning back to normal tan. “Let’s go. I’ll walk you back.”  Mage was quiet until we reached her isolated room, and I helped her to keep her things.

“Fenris, thank you for defending me. Are you alright?” Was her face paling? Why?

Now the adrenaline had left my body, I felt light-headed and my vision swam, dark spots. Her voice sounded fading and further away, no no I don’t wish to faint now, I urged myself but my body refused to obey me….

*******

I woke with a splitting headache, lying on firm bedding. My body ached but the intensity was bearable. I gingerly moved to sit up and felt arms around me for support. “Fenris, you had me so worried! You were out for quite long.” She moved away, then came back with a cup of water.  “I didn’t feel those goons flash their power, but you shouldn’t exert now. Rest.”

I was lying on her one bed. Since she was in mother-mode, I lay back down.

“I am sorry for worrying you, Beth. Of course I won’t let them bully you, you are… igne cordis mei. I promised Garrett that I would take care of you.”

She asked what those words meant, stroking my hair. I leaned into her touch. And her eyes filled with tears when I said them.

As I attempted to sit up, Bethany got me some of the cupcakes. “Perhaps you’re famished, on top of lacking sleep, Fenris.” I conceded. As we ate, she opened a book about healthy diets and explained about them. She also added, “You will need all your stamina to protect me. And when was the last time you cleaned your mansion?”

I raised a brow. Did this mean Beth agreed to my suggestion? She tried to look firm but was fighting a smile. “I- er do some cleaning every week. Merrill has been offering to come help me, said she wanted to poof away the mushrooms and what not.” I chuckled.

“Yea that’s her. I miss them all, even though I don’t understand what she’s saying half the time,” Beth said, going to her desk and scribbling something.

I felt strong enough to stand. The mage gave me a hug, then tucked the paper scrap into my tunic’s pocket.  She whispered, open it when you’re outside.  

When I returned to Hightown, I looked at it and smiled. She had drawn directions to an unguarded section of the prison and ‘Can’t wait to run away with you’

[talesfromeorzea]

Memories

FFxivWrite 2024 Day 6 Prompt Halcyon

*warning injury and death descriptions below cut*

As the cherry petals drifted down in the warm spring morning Ruru couldn't help but let her mind drift back to when she had been so much younger. It had been another Little Ladies Day when she had been roughly twelve summers.

She had been walking the streets of the Ruby Road exchange when a young Miqo'te kit scarecly seven summers came up to her and bowed low shyly asking, "Miss may I be your Seneshal for today?"

Ruru blinked in surprise and asked, "Why me?"

The little Miqo's face turned bright pink and he squeaked, "Cause…..your really pretty and seem nice and I just wanna be there for a lady today but all the others have seneshals already and…

She gave him a sweet smile and said, "I would welcome the company then my dear Seneshal shall we?" and with that she reached her hand out to him.

He beamed at her then took her hand on his arm and began walking with her during the festivities waiting on any preceved need she might have.

Each year after that he had sought her out and repeated the ritual. It wasn't until many years later she had learned that the Miqo'te's name was U'taln and the reason he was usually alone on Little Ladies Day was because the majority of his sisters and mother had died in a sickness that had swept through the U tribe in the forgotten springs. She had also learned how shy his was and that she was as far as anyone knew his only friend. After learning that she began to spend as much time with him as she could and he slowly grew to be more than a simple friend.

As she walked her mind played through all of those happy times both during the festivals and others. All of the wonder and excitement they had shared when they began as adventurers. The simple times around a campfire or in a tavern discussing where they were off to next. The nights curled together in either their bedrolls or inn rooms. Ruru halted as she walked as her mind unbidden then brought her to the end of those sweet days.

"Theres not that many Ru we have them lets go," he said rushing forward

"Wait Tal, we don't know that for certain….Tal!" she screamed as the first few arrows embeded into his body and then the hidden bandits charged forth intent on ending him.

Then her vision went red as she waded through the group hacking and slashing at everyone who came near. Rivuels of blood streaming down her armor as she slaughtered all of those who were attacking. Once her vision cleared there was a pile of bodies around her and silence that was broken by a gurgling breath. Whirling she dropped her blade and cradled Taln's head in her lap blood staining the corners of his mouth as he wheezed, "Sorry luv….I…thought that we could."

"Hush, I got ye," she said swiftly and began rummaging in her belt pouch searching desperately for a certain soul stone that she didn't use often but knew was there.

"I'm sorry Ru.." he wheezed again and then gave a gurgling cough

Finally her hand closed around it and immediately the aether swirled around her and gone was her sword, shield and armor instead were the red and white robes and a healers cane. The world suddenly around her also seemed to come alive more as her arcane senses heard the elementals all around.

Swiftly she called upon the life giving energies they gave the world and began channeling them into healing magics. But as hers spells hit him she knew, deep down she knew it wasn't enough but she had to try. She couldn't lose him. Tears pouring from her sky blue eyes she burned every bit of mana reserve she had trying to heal him of the wounds each moment knowing it wasn't going to save him. As his gurgling breaths finally stopped she let out a scream of anguish and still poured so much aether into each attempt but it was for naught.

"Ma'dam are you alright? Do you need help?" a kind voice mercifly cut into those painful memories and Ruru shook her head and saw an elderly Hyur looking at her concerned

"Aye, was lost in memories miss pay me no mind. Ye should go and find a Seneshal fer the festivities." she responded doing her best to give a warm smile.

"My dear Seneshal has gone to get us some drinks, what of you ma'dam have you a Seneshal to look after you this fine day?" the elder woman asked

Ruru gave another tight smile and said, "No, not any longer but its alright. I'll be fine please enjoy the festival and don't bother worryin bout me please."

The old woman gave her a reluctant nod and Ruru quickly moved on through the streets toward the Quicksand. She had quite enough of the Festival today. She'd check with Momodi and see if there was any work to be had far from the city if it was possible.

Work will keep me from dreamin bout the past. Its gone, its over no sense in re livin it over and over. she told herself though she knew full well she never wanted to forget those good times for they were what mattered.

[kidron]

Hinata & Hakkai ( not a ship )

I got a thought of Hakkai wanting to be Hinata's friend and feels bad for ignoring her so far, However, he doesn't know how to explain that he want to be friendley and aprreciate her kindness alot.

So he got with an idea of when Luna, Mitsuya's younger sister, taught him how to make bracelets at one of those times he babysits her and Mana, the first and most likely the only bracelet he made was gifted for Yuzuha. So he thought that a nice, handmade and cute gift would make it clear, yet he's still too shy to gifts it himself so he asks Yuzuha to.

I will most likley write this into a longer fic if requested or if i got into the mood, Hakkai opening up to Hina 10 years later was a nice friendship to think of.