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lupically · 3 years ago

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#FEF5F1 | DILUC RAGNVINDR.

genre | fluff

word count | 1825

warning | none

note | i finally wrote something for my top husbando :’)

it came to you as a surprise that diluc, at all, sleeps.

there has always been this fantasy version of him in your head, a fantasy that lacked the great ideals and bright adventures most fantasy novels you have read consisted of. in contrast, your fantasy of him was insulting and otherworldly at best—someone restricted to the rules, a personality as plain as a dull purple doormat, a total stick in the mud that kills joy at the mere sight of it, an emotionless robot that has no use for human necessity such as the bathing and sleeping.

does diluc even need to consume food? you have literally never seen him eat or drink anything before. has he ever taken off his gloves to pick up a hamburger—oh, archons, you just realized now that you have never seen the skin of his hands before. he always has gloves on! was it to hide something?

"oh, wow," you exclaimed lowly to yourself as you leaned forward to examine the hands of the very annoyed red-haired man before you. your long-term question was finally answered. "fascinating... so you do have hands!"

diluc spared not even a glance toward the limb you were so interestedly staring at. he kept quiet for a moment and peered down at you from his bed, one leg propped up and the other stretched out—a rather awkward position he had no time to get out of after he almost burned you alive for sneaking into his bedroom in the winery.

"what drunk wind blew your incompetent self here?" he asked, ignoring your remarks about his lack of real and human hands. whatever you meant by that? you were always spilling weird things out of your mouth, you might even be worse than venti, he reckoned.

you glared up at him after hearing his mindless insult. you were only fifty percent sure (which was already a lot in your book!) diluc never actually meant those hurtful words, that they simply fly out of his mouth due to his weird need to make sure everyone around him knew that he leaves no room for unnecessary sentiment.

being kind blatantly was not his thing, and he has no intention of being applauded for being a decent person. why that was, you couldn't be sure. you had your assumptions, but kaeya turned out far too different than diluc that you weren’t sure if you should put your finger on the assumption. you also didn't dare dive deeper into it because (a) you just weren’t invested enough, and (b) by then, it would be a family business you would hate to indulge yourself with.

"kaeya dared me to take a picture of your sleeping face in exchange for some wine. our good friend, the honorary knight's smaller friend also wanted it as a possible blackmail souvenir," you told him honestly.

diluc immediately murmured something you couldn't quite hear, but he looked more confused than annoyed when he glared down at the mattress of his bed. he grumbled something along the lines of how the roles were definitely reversed. you didn't press further about that.

"if that is what you came here for, your best bet is to leave the way you came," he said after a moment, pointing a cold hand toward his bedroom window. "you're not taking any pictures of me."

you snorted, holding up your kamera and tapping the lenses. “uh, i think i came pretty close to taking a picture of you sleeping, diluc.”

“i had woken up the second you walked through my bedroom door. you could never,” he said.

you hummed under your breath, eyeing him suspiciously. he was probably telling the truth. he barely struggled in surprise when he grabbed your hands in the dark; was it pure luck that he perfectly found where your kamera was on the first try or does diluc secretly has night vision? your guess was as good as the unknown.

not to mention, he looked normal, just like someone who may be in the know of your intrusion. he appeared grumpy but that was just his normal state. you could barely get him out of a frown even if you pay him, mainly because he wouldn’t need your money, but also because he was stubbornly against smiling, it appeared.

"you know, i was surprised at first. i didn't know you sleep at all! i always thought you kind of just shut down, or maybe you have stayed awake all your life," you said with a shrug, and when he deadpanned at you, you defensively waved your kamera around. "i'm sorry! i just–you don't strike me as a person who sleeps!"

"so dead, then?" diluc asked calmly, although there was very little calmness in his facial expressions, especially those judgemental eyes of his.

"not dead! just... not really human–" you paused and pressed your lips together, thinking back to what you said to him and realizing that he might have a point. then you turned to him. "you also eat, right?"

“are you leaving or not?” he asked, a hint of flare in his voice that if you looked closely, you may see fire emerging from his body.

being stubborn as ever, and knowing that diluc would never really hurt anybody he knew to be good people, you feigned thoughtfulness for a second. tapping your finger against your chin, you scrunched your nose and shook your head. setting the kamera lumine forcefully had to borrow you between your crossed legs, you flashed him a mischievous grin.

“no,” you said. “i am getting that picture out of you!”

“like i said,” he said, “you will never.”

“fine! then i guess i will just have to sit here and wait for you to fall asleep on me,” you said, slapping your hand down on his soft mattress. “don’t try to force me out of here! i will make it way worse for you!”

diluc furrowed his brows, wondering if you meant what you said. when his questioning gaze couldn’t get even an ounce of budge from you, he could only sigh in frustration. if you planned to sit on his bed until he doze off, then you would definitely make it worse if he tries to dump you out of his bedroom through whatever means you could.

he may be a skilled swordsman and a vision bearer, but unfortunately, he was not immune to bullshits from the likes of you.

diluc closed his eyes to savor the tiniest bit of sleep he managed to get before he heard your extra loud footsteps creeping around his room. he was supposed to get a good night's sleep, which was something he hasn't had in a while because of all the business schedules and his side vigilante job.

he was supposed to rest tonight, and there came you.

there always comes you.

dilly-dally, unpredictable, the epitomie of 'knights of favonius... always so inefficient,' letting klee out of solitary confinement and causing a ruckus amongst the responsible adults kind of irresponsible, has paid for his wine at least a zero number of time kind of broke, and was just always here to ruin his mood at the tavern every single day.

most of the time, diluc thought about you in a negative light, much like he did with everyone around him and the entirety of the knights of favonius. but there was a version of you in his head that painted you as somebody different—somebody respectful, somebody worth keeping around...

somebody he likes, perhaps.

after all, joy was never prevalent in his life. it used to be, but that was a past he has long forgotten the details of. even if he wanted to remember them now, he could only remember snippets that wouldn’t guarantee him a good nostalgia. he may just end up feeling worse at the end. the only constant influx of distraction he has now seemed to be either you or venti, and with the godly bard as his other option, he would much rather choose you.

but it was not because that venti was too hard to confine in. you were just as hard to talk about problems with considering your optimism and fickle attitude.

what diluc wanted was permanence; a train that never stops, a bottle of wine that continuously refills, dandelions that do not stop flying even after it reaches celestia. and venti was too understanding and abstract to be one. as interesting of a character he may be, venti knew when to leave people alone. or, occasionally, he just cared too little. after all the city of mondstadt didn’t lack a god because he was responsible.

you, though. diluc could never pinpoint if you were as dense as you appeared to be, or if you did know how to read the room and simply chose to ignore it, but you never leave people alone. you never left him alone; you unknowingly pick a petty one-sided argument with him all the time, you get drunk at the tavern and somehow has never let anybody take you home but him, you barge into his bedroom in the middle of the night because of some stupid dare his brother made you do and you still refuse to leave despite being sleepy.

you give him a way out, whether he likes it or not.

arms crossed in front of his chest, he deadpanned as he watched your head drop lower and lower to the mattress. soon enough, you were snoring away on his bed with the gadget discarded by your feet. he watched you in silence, your cheek smushed against the surface and the intensity you always radiated lessening from your body. you looked normal now; not energetic, not talkative. just sleeping peacefully, the way he always made sure you were after carrying you home.

diluc’s heart was finally softening under the knowledge that nobody was watching him anymore. the pessimistic monster that often emerges from him was still here, but in the face of you, it has painted itself pink and it has forgotten vengeance and retribution. in the face of you, it has been dragged out from the death it once laid and became forgiven.

carefully laying your head down on the pillow, diluc draped the blanket over your shoulder to tuck you into his bed. after making sure you were fine and well, he placed the kamera on the desk in the room, somewhere visible you could find once you wake up, and he left for one of the guest rooms in the mansion.

tonight was the first time in a while when he has forgotten about all the problems he’s had. something that wasn’t about wine, the family business, or the abyss order. it wasn’t the rest he wanted, perhaps it was hardly any rest at all, but he was glad he got to think about something else.

of course, diluc would never tell you that.

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tooweirdforyou · 4 years ago

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Mihawk Having A Strained Relationship With His Masculine! Daughter

Request : sorry if this is VERY specific but can i request a scenario or headcanons where mihawk has a daughter who is very masculine and dresses very princely that people often mistake her for a boy. (bonus if she has a pet raven🥺) and she acts like mihawk but she hates being compared to him because their relationship is strained because mihawk was always busy with other things when she was growing up. but mihawk tries his best to get back on his daughter's good side and so they can be close again ??

A/N : tried something different- do you prefer me posting fics this way or the way I had prior? - thanks for requesting, I hope I did this right. ;-;

I deeply apologize if this seems offensive somehow. It isn’t my intention at all.

Summary : Mihawk attempting to fix his relationship with his masculine! daughter.

“So strong-looking and stoic. As expected of Hawkeye Mihawk’s son.”

“Son? I recall him having a daughter.”

“Is it a daughter? He doesn’t look like a female..”

Hearing the many whispers among the crows, you tilt your head to the left to eye them, your sharp, empty and intimidating eyes startling them.

Immediately the two strangers kept their mouths shut and strolled off before you could do anything to them.

Exhaling out in annoyance, you turn back to your teacup, handle gripped between your fingers.

Karasu, your raven, sat on the edge of the table in front of you, standing still and waiting for you, whilst basking in the shade given by the umbrella hung up.

You sat outside alone, hoping to be given the peace of quietness on this island you passed by,

but of course, being the only child of the strongest swordsman in the world and a Warlord, you definitely weren’t going to be allowed that.

Dracule Mihawk..

Dracule [Name]..

You despised the name.

You absolutely hated everything that made you related to the infamous swordsman.

It seemed obvious to you as well, that Mihawk despised being related to you. Being your father.

There was never a time where Mihawk would venture away from his castle and not be questioned about you. About his thoughts on your growing strength and fame in the New World.

Same with you. You weren’t sure how news even came out that you were related to him, considering the amount of effort you put to cut ties with him.

Yet people knew, and people asked questions. Lots and lots of questions. Irritation grew easily with you when Mihawk’s name was heard at all.

Even Marines were getting involved with you, even if you weren’t a pirate.

Just merely a traveler, attacking both pirates and marines that stood in your way and to cure boredom.

You never were and never will be given a normal life.

“... Let’s get going, Karasu. Before we get kicked out for scaring customers away.”

The caw of your raven was heard and you smile slightly, the corner of your lip twitching upward as you let him rest on your shoulder before standing up.

Glancing down at your reflection in the small teacup, your lips curl back down into a slight frown, seeing the resemblance indeed, to your father.

“Tch.”

You poured the tea onto the ground and slammed the cup on the table, sucessfully shattering it.

The mutterings didn’t stop. Not that you expected them to. But it was irritating.

Didn’t these people have anything better to do then constantly talk and gossip about you, right in front of you no less?

“Should we get going to our next trip?” You mumble, walking around the coast of the island you were on, needing some peace from the citizens in town.

Mindlessly wandering, your thoughts were interrupting by a messenger bird.

( I forgot what it’s called— it’s not a news coo right? )

Karasu cawed at it, the messenger bird cawing back as it flew down towards you, and dropped an item into your hands.

“A delivery? From who?”

It was a letter, along with a eternal pose.

To Kuraigana Island.

Immediately recognizing the name, your grip tightened on the item, frustration and even anger quickly building up at you at the sight of it.

Leaving it alone for the moment, your eyes turn to the letter.

No signature or anything of the sorts. Just your name.

“[Name].”

Scoffing slightly, you carefully held the eternal pose and opened the letter and read it, the smallest part of your praying it wasn’t what you thought.

“[Name].

I heard you were in the area. I apologize that I cannot come see you in person, as I am occupied with other matters. However, I’d like to speak with you. Come to my castle and we shall discuss matters. I’ve sent you an eternal pose to guide you. Expect to see you soon.

Best Regards, Mihawk”

You then turn to the eternal pose, the engraving of the island name across it. You wanted to break it, destroy it completely from your sight but you couldn’t. You didn’t know why.

After disregarding you, throwing you off and pushing you aside to focus on himself, always neglecting you, why.. why did he want to patch things up now?

The whites of your knuckles were seen from how hard you were gripping the letter, nearly crumpling it.

“Tch. All these years, why now?... doesn’t even have the decency to come see me himself.. ‘other matters’..”

No matter how much you wanted to ignore the letter, to shatter the eternal pose and completely ignore your father forever.. you just couldn’t.

Something in you was demanding to see him one last time.

Either, to hear what he has to say, to finally ask him why he even had you if he wasn’t going to care for you, or perhaps shout at him for all the pain and misery you’ve been given being his child, you weren’t quite sure.

“Damn it.”

Crushing up the letter into a ball, you shove it into your pocket and glance down at the eternal pose.

You were going to visit him.

“Holy..shit..”

Admittedly, you were in awe.

Perhaps it was because you didn’t remember much, but the island was probably one of the best things you’ve ever seen.

The appearance seemed gloomy and dark, but it was just your style. The many trees that surrounded the center of the island and the giant castle with a beautiful view, you were sure of it.

Forcing yourself to ignore the actually really cool place, you trudge forward to look at the letter in your hands, Karasu resting on your shoulder.

“It’s not that cool.. we’ll take a look around after we see what the hell he wants from me..” you could only scoff so you wouldn’t give in to the aesthetic.

But it looked really cool.

Sighing, you continue forward and finally made it to the gate fo the castle, just to find someone sitting there on the step, holding three swords.

He was laying down, panting heavily. His green hair and forehead was soaked with sweat.

Though, it seemed as if he heard you because he snapped up within seconds and held out one of his swords towards you.

“Who the hell are you?”

Your brows furrowed at the male. He seemed around your age, or maybe a bit younger. Either way, he was weird.

“Uh.. I’m here for Mihawk.” You mutter, clearly not threatened nor intimidated by him. In actuality, the swordsman was a bit taken back.

To him, you were just some guy with weird tastes in clothes, since they seem so fancy and royal, and had such a dark aura, resembling Mihawk.

“What’s your business with Hawkeye Mihawk?”

“Are you his guard dog or something?”

The swordsman only scowls are your retorted question and clicks his tongue. “I’m his apprentice, dumbass.”

It made him even more annoyed at your stupid raven constantly staring at him with its sharp eyes and cawing every few seconds towards him.

“Like I’d know that, you stupid...green-hair weirdo.” You stare at him weirdly before walking past him before he could say anything.

He started to shout a few profanities but you simply ignore him, passing a pink-haired female with an umbrella and a teddy-bear along the way, but you paid no mind to her or her stares and calls.

Rubbing your temple, you started to question your choice of coming, and your ‘father’s’ choice of apprentice and his pink-haired girlfriend, you were assuming.

Looking around the hall as you walk, you just sigh and admired the interior design whilst muttering on how the hell you were supposed to know which room he was in.

Feeling lost, you groan a bit, turning to Karasu. “Karasu, should we just go? I have no idea where the hell I am.”

Finding a door, you walk over to it and open it abruptly, pushing it open just to find the person you were looking for.

The noise made Mihawk look up from his book in his hand and he stands up almost immediately when he realizes who it was.

“...”

You two just stared at each other, unable to say anything. Unable to handle the silence, you just turned and went to walk out, until he spoke.

“[Name].”

It nearly made you jump but you, fortunately, didn’t.

Slowly turning back, Mihawk gestures to the couch with the tilt of his head, before going over to a table drawer.

Whatever he was doing, you ignored as you reluctantly close the door behind you but let Karasu outside of the room to wait.

Slowly and cautiously, you went over to the couch and just stood beside it, not really feeling the need to sit down.

Mihawk returns, clutching a small wrapped box in his hand.

“...how was the journey? Did you come across any unwanted miscreants?”

“..naturally. It was handled with ease.. the journey was fine.” You mutter, forming your lips into a tight line as you frown.

Mihawk nods once at you and eyes your form, while you eye the box, wonder what it could be.

Then, he spoke up again. “Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, I’m not expecting any good news to result from this. Whatever you want, just say it so I can leave.”

You turn away from him, establishing the harshness and bitter feeling you felt towards him which he understood. He didn’t deserve any kindness you had to offer.

Though he didn’t voice it aloud, he was a bit impressed with how you grew up. You truly did seem like one powerful force to be reckon with, almost on the same level as himself. You had potential.

There was regret building up in him seeing you though. The fact that you grew up to be someone so strong like you were now..

.. but he didn’t aid in any of that. He wasn’t there and he couldn’t help raise you be the person you were now.

“Are you going to keep staring or start speaking?”

Though he didn’t appreciate your sass, he understood it. “I’ll get straight to the point then.”

“..I.. have no excuse for neglecting you.”

Mihawk admits, slowly taking a seat in his chair. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them.

“Other than that I’ve kept myself busy and away from you. I’ve been losing focus, settling matters on the side than focusing my attention on you.” He stood up again, gripping the box.

Your fists clenched at his words, mind recalling painful memories you’ve suppressed.

“But, before I could realize that I should be caring for you, you were already distant from me. I’ve became someone you despised even at such a young age.”

He continues, slowly stepping towards you as he holds out the wrapped box in his hand, which you slowly took.

“..You dress nice.” He nods at the outfit, appreciating the look. “I’ve had Shanks ask me if I had a son, since he’s also seen you on the news lately. I made sure he’d remember that you are my daughter.”

He didn’t judge you for looking so masculine. He accepted who you are as a person.

Finally stepping in front of you, gently placing a hand onto your shoulder.

“...Mi hija...I don’t expect you to forgive me.” He states firmly, looking down at you. You look up at him, trying to stay calm but it wasn’t working.

“But I’d like to be back into your life, a different way than the first time. However, I understand if you refuse it. Whatever you choose, I shall respect and go with you. I just want you happy.”

You weren’t the sentimental, emotional or sensitive type, but, tears slowly brimmed your eyes hearing him.

You hated the familiar ache in your chest, it pounding inside you and felt like it was ripping you to pieces..., yet, you weren’t angry.

Happy? He wanted you to be happy?... what did feeling happy feel like? Was the thought of finally having this father figure back into your life after missing it for so long, a reason to be happy?

Quietly, you just look down at the box that has your name written over it.

Opening it, you lift the top up and saw the all too familiar necklace inside. A gasp escaped your lips as you look up at Mihawk, realizing what it was and you whispered out.

“You’re giving this to me?” There was a hint of confusion and skepticism in your tone.

Mihawk nods. “I’m handing it down to you.”

Carefully, you lift up the mini cross and pull out the blade inside it and poked your finger, seeing it pricking the skin with ease and blood trickling down.

It was the real thing. And it was just as amazing as you always expected.

You close it back up and set it down onto the table beside you, forcing yourself to contain your excitement.

Though you hated him, you often saw photos of him and saw his familiar cross. Even when you were younger, his mini blade in his cross was extremely cool to you and you always wanted it.

And now he was giving it to you.

“Father, I..”

“I’m aware I may not have been the best father. But I plan on being a good one from now on.. if you’ll allow me to.” Seeing how serious and stoic his expression was, made your tears start to stream down your cheeks.

You were silent for a minute.

“..why now?”

It was all you could ask, you wiping your tear-stained cheeks as you look down, uncertain of how you should react.

How could you react?

Were you willing to give this man a second chance into your life, after he blatantly ignored you the first time?

Or were you going to reject the opportunity of finally experiencing what having a father was like?

Mihawk stares at you for a moment, an unreadable expression across his face before he closed his eyes. “..I’ve been watching you through the news, watching your bounty grow.. I.. I’m proud of how far you’ve come and how much you’ve grown.”

Your eyes widened.

Proud?

Tears streamed down your cheeks faster, your shutting your eyes tightly. You’ve never had someone say they were proud of you for something.

And even if Mihawk was barely in your life, the fact that he was your real father and trying to get back into your life... hearing him say he was proud of you just hit different. It snapped something in you.

“I hate you...”

Mihawk was a bit taken back but showed no emotion, slowly closing his eyes as he accepted your decision.

“I hate you for not being there for me. For not being my father when I needed you.. for leaving me alone for [—] years. For focusing more on yourself than your own child.”

He listened to every word, feeling a small pang in his heart with each statement but remained silent for you.

“But..”

You stare at him with teary eyes and a strained expression. “I’m so happy.. I’m so happy you’re changing.. to bring yourself back into my life.”

Mihawk widens his eyes just slightly, feeling an unknown heavy weight lifting off of his shoulders.

And he certainly didn’t expect you to wrap your arms around his waist tightly and hug him.

Though he was a bit uncomfortable since it was so sudden, and he wasn’t the affectionate type all too much, he quickly relaxed and wrapped his arms back around you.

“Thank you..father..”

“I should be thanking you, [Name].. for giving me a chance to be your father once more.”

His comment only made you lean closer into his touch as you shut your eyes tightly, sniffles being heard from you and staining his shirt.

But he didn’t care. Mihawk was happy. Happy to have you back into his life, and getting a second chance at fatherhood.

bonus :

Perona and Zoro peek into the room from the door and watch the two hugging in the center of the room. On top of Zoro’s head sat your raven, using his hair as a nest.

“So who the hell is that?” Zoro bluntly questions and Perona flicked his head and hissed to shut him up, successfully making him quiet.

“That’s his kid, you moron!” She whispers out harshly to him as she turns back to the two.

“Why the hell is his kid here?” Zoro mutters quietly, rubbing his head, but he only received a smack.

A/N : ooc~ also wth, this is so much longer than intended— and ugh I told myself to keep it short and do headcannons so I have more time to post but ahhhhhhh ;-; this is a little rushed too~ TuT

Also let me know which way is better for posting fics. Answering it in a ask or posting it as a separate post and copying / pasting the request like so? ^ thank you!

god, I’m so soft for some platonic relationships right now, like, I’m thinking about making an event for that, when it’s near March. But I’m already doing an event for my birthday AND White Day, in March so idk :((

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Hello!!! I've been getting back into FE3H recently and the blue lions have been living in my head rent free sdgkfkdk

If you're not too busy may I have some hcs or a scenario (whichever you feel like) of mage!reader asking Felix to teach them swordfighting? Maybe they surprise him by incorporating magic into their sword attacks (like using it as a distraction or empowering their strike with magic?) I feel like Felix would be interested in someone with such a unique combat style lol

Sorry if this is too specific!! Feel free to yeet some of the premise if that makes it easier to write uwu

P.S. - I just love the way you write Felix!! You've really got his character pinned down and everything you write about him is so on point!!!! Keep up the great work owo!!!!

{Not me blushing because a stranger said I nailed down a fictional character’s personality lmao. I love writing for felix...he’s just so...”felix” lol. Not that I have favorites or anything yes, yes I do}

Edit: Okay so, I just finished this and realized you wanted FELIX to be the one teaching the reader and not the other way around. I am so sorry but I hope this suffices? I saw “felix interested in someone with unique combat style” and just went ham with this without double checking

Request for @cattycattitude

“This is a waste of time. I should have known better than to ask you for help,”

“Excuse me? Are you seriously blaming me for your incompetence?”

“I’m only ‘incompetent’ because this technique is stupid and unorthodox”

“Yeah, well this ‘stupid and unorthodox’ technique is the reason you weren’t shanked in the back last battle, am I right? or am I right?”

Felix huffed in frustration, reaching behind his head to readjust his hair tie. (Y/N) had a point, he was the one who bugged them to teach him their sword technique. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever come across during his personal training, and after some prying he learned that Professor Byleth hadn’t taught it to them. Not every mage bothered with physical combat like swords, lances, or axes; yet, (Y/N) apparently enrolled with a near veteran level proficiency. It was only natural he grew curious and wanted to learn. What he didn’t expect was for them to be so willing to teach.

With a clatter they threw their training sword to the ground and stalked off into the storage room. Their footsteps loud as they briskly walked away from the argument, and for a moment he felt his lips dip to a scowl. Felix didn’t mean to come off as ungrateful, but he didn’t know how to contain his frustration. He meant to say that he was wasting their time, not his own. He was aiming to be a swordsman, what made him think he could learn a mage’s technique?

“Enough with the wood. We’re going in strong and with a little tough love I’m certain you’ll get it,” His thoughts halted when cold steel was shoved into his hand. He glared at the weapon, clenching the hilt tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

“Felix, knock it off. I mean it,” (Y/N) said, narrowing their eyes at him from across the room.

“This isn’t going to work-”

“I don’t get you. What is up today?” They cut him off, lowering their guard. Their brows crinkled in a way he only saw during strategy meetings, as if they were analyzing him. Almost as if he was fogged up glass.

“Normally you’re so determined. I saw you harass Bernadetta for weeks- weeks! Just to get her to help you. You always want to be the best you can be, and don’t give me that ‘unorthadox’ bullshit because you’re one of the most tenacious fighters here,” they paused, and he heard them gasp like someone drove a shiv into their back. “Is it- is it me? Am I just a bad teacher?”

Felix didn’t know how to respond. He was a very prideful man who struggled with failure. He did want to be the best, and knew that he would be one day. He also knew he shouldn’t have taken his anger out on them, someone who only wanted to help him achieve his goals. It made him happy to be supported, yet multiple failures in front of someone he respected made him feel weak.

Felix sighed, taking a calming breath before loosening his grip on the sword.

“Show me again,” he said. he expected them to take their stance but instead they came towards him. He arched an eyebrow but caught a glimpse of how their nose and ears tinged red.

“Let’s try something else. I want you to close your eyes”

“What?”

“Just do it,” they reached for his sword hand, wrapping their own around it and securing a grip on the blade. He complied, feeling their other hand rest between his shoulder blades.

“Relax. Follow my instructions,”

“This is stupid,”

“No, it isn’t. Relax your shoulders but keep your grip on the sword firm. Don’t worry about form right now and focus solely on your weapon,” their voice was quiet, yet made the hairs on the back of his neck stand.

“Do you meditate, Felix?” they asked, adjusting his grip to hold his sword straight.

“No,”

“You should. A balanced mind is a balanced body as well,” they shifted him again and he felt the tension in his shoulders release. His breathing began to even out as their calm tone unconsciously relaxed his guard.

“Good, good. Has Byleth taught you any offense spells? Fire? Miasma? Blizzard?”

“Thunder. My magic pool wasn’t strong enough to handle anything else at the time,”

“Cast it,” they let go aside from his hand, and suddenly the air felt more cold.

“What?” His grip tensed, causing them to rub circles on the back of his palm. The familiar heat returned, but accompanied by a tight feeling in his chest. If he casted that now then they’d get electrocuted.

“Relax and trust me. Don’t think and just cast the spell,”

“...fine,” He did think. Felix focused on the gentle hand drawing patterns over the scars on his wrist. He basked the comforting presence of his friend, one who he’d shared many fights as well as laughs with. Someone who believed in him enough to take his harsh words time and time again, yet still chose to deal with him after sorry excuses for apologies. He felt a familiar heat build in his stomach and grimaced as it flowed to his palm.

He cast the spell, waiting for them to gasp in pain before giving up all together.

“Now would you look at that! A mighty fine thunder-bade if I do say so myself.”

He opened his eyes and they were right. The steel sword had a thin coat of light emitting from it and practically reeked of conducted energy. It was impressive considering Felix never had a knack for magic, but what really did it over was the haughty grin his ‘teacher’ wore.

“Told ya you could do it. Was I right, or was I right ?” Their laugh rang against the stone walls, and if it was anyone else he may have shocked them for payback.

“You were right,” he chuckled, moving into a combat stance. Their grin only grew, and his eyes creased in admiration when they ran to get their own sword. In a split second it sparked to life with fire, much easier than the long process he had to go through.

They were a good teacher, and a great solider. One someone prideful as himself would eagerly spend the rest of his life with, fighting or otherwise.

#blue lions #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem scenarios #fe3h scenarios #fe3h imagines #felix hugo fraldarious #felix x reader #felix hugo fraldarious x reader #ugh where can I get an irl felix to go plz

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laceymorganwrites · 5 years ago

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The messenger

Word Count: 4,532

Pairing: Kidd x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, akwardness

Annotations: (W/O/C)=Weapon of choice, Freya is my friend´s OC

A/N: this used to be a self insert, so this is based in my headcanon verse, meaning it´s packed with world Building, OCs and noncanon ships (like Mihawk x Shanks)

Summary: You´re the vice captain of the Whitebeard Crew (a title you hate since you´re really just a messenger), Ace is your best friend and you like that one band with the lead singer Ace seems to hate. What happens when you run into each other?

It was sunrise when you arrived on Sabaody and you were beyond excited.

You see, it wasn´t often that you had a free day, let alone one where it was possible to go the amusement park and see your favorite band.

Everything was just going so well, it was almost too good to be true.

Ace and you were sent to make sure your relations with Fishmen Island were still good and nobody was attacking the island.

You were sort of the messenger of Whitebeard´s crew, being the vice captain and all.

Though you didn´t like that title, it was too great for someone like you, yet Pops had faith in you.

He was the only father you had ever known and he was the best too.

You grew up on his ship after he found you on an island, abandoned by your mother right after birth.

The crew quickly became your family and you loved being there, being on the crew was the greatest thing that ever happened to you.

Especially since you met Ace, he was like a brother to you.

Though you had to admit it wasn´t always as nice as it is now, you didn´t trust him at first.

In fact you tried killing him when he came to murder pops.

But then you learned all about his background, his ambitions and dreams, his little mannerisms and the way he could make you laugh and ever since then you´d do everything to keep him next to you and safe.

Nobody fucks with you or your family, that´s your credo so to speak.

And you had a pretty big family, also outside of the crew.

You met many great people on your journey and you were grateful to every single of them.

You would never forget meeting Shanks on Hell´s Bells for the first time, it was your first time on his island as well.

You were so uneasy, you have never been to another Yonko´s territory before and honestly it scared the shit out of you.

Not being allowed to bring your (W/O/C) it was even worse, you actually thought you were going to die.

And then you met him and his crew alongside the best swordsman in the world and the woman who you accidentally called mom every now and then.

They were drinking in a bar, having fun as you walked in with wobbly legs, staring at the ground.

“Excuse me for disturbing, Whitebeard sent me” you said with shivering voice.

Shanks and the others looked at you dumbfounded before the redhead burst out into laughter.

Mihawk just shook his head, rolling his eyes while Freya gave you the warmest smile you ever received.

“Shanks, you´re scaring the girl” Mihawk warned him, shooting him a glare, making Shanks be quiet.

This was the most intimidating man you have ever met, his sister was even worse as you found out later.

“But I´m not doing anything, babe” he whined, giving his lover puppy dog eyes, the swordsman just sighed.

“What brings you here, little girl?” Freya was the first to speak up about the reason you were here.

“M-my captain sent me to discuss some matters...” you mumbled, not meeting their eyes, you were too scared.

“Sit down, lass” the woman gestured you to sit down next to her and you did.

Talking business wasn´t as bad as you thought it would be, in fact from then on you found yourself in this odd group of friends quite often.

You grew close to them and added them to your family.

They all told you about their story and you looked up to them.

You didn´t meet Ayumi up to two years from then and fuck was she scary, she seemed even more cold and numb than her brother, you never saw her smile.

Well, that was until you witnessed her with her girlfriend, but that´s a story for another time.

You met Luffy, Ace´s brother, too, you accompanied him in Alabasta for a bit, but you had to leave early since you had some other business to attend to.

The great thing was that you kept in contact with all of your friends and family, you were always scared of meeting great people and then never seeing each other again.

But it wasn´t like that at all.

You met up regularly and exchanged stories and alcohol.

But today was a day you and Ace were alone, just the two of you.

It wasn´t bad, you liked those days, you were on the same crew but had so many different missions, you barely saw each other.

Of course you called each other and sent letters, but that wasn´t the same as actually having a day off to yourselves.

“I´m never gonna get tired of this island” you sighed dreamily, walking through the lawless area was scary the first time, but you were well known enough for people to fuck off.

“I´m hungry, let´s grab some food” Ace suggested, making you chuckle.

“You´re always hungry” you teased him.

“Well yeah, but that´s not the point” he pouted, crossing his arms, you always had to laugh when he pouted.

“Alright you big baby, let´s get you some food” you grabbed onto Ace´s arm and dragged him to the next bar.

He ordered food for the both of you and when he fell asleep you checked the newspaper for new information on the concert tonight.

Aside from the usual bullshit that he pulled as a pirate you also found the location and time of the concert.

Okay, he was an asshole as a pirate, yes, you has to admit that.

The thing was this: he was hot and could sing like a god, you never heard such powerful words.

But then again, to you he wasn´t the super rookie, he was just an attractive lead singer from a nice band.

You highly doubted you would ever run into him professionally, though if you would and he did indeed spell trouble, you wouldn´t hesitate to fight him.

In all honesty you didn´t think he was as stupid as the newspaper depicted him, yeah maybe you did want to meet him, maybe you did have a slight crush on him, but you were rational enough to know it would never go anywhere.

He probably didn´t even know you existed.

And it was good this way, if you were ever to run into him privately, you wouldn´t even know what to say, you were the most awkward person to exist, you overthought the hell out of everything, how the fuck should meeting the hottest bastard on earth work without you embarrassing yourself in front of him? So you might as well leave it be.

The article in the newspaper was about their arrival on Sabaody. You never would´ve thought you´d be on the same island as Stale Rose.

Of course you were excited, they were your favorite band goddammit.

“What´re you smiling at?” Ace yawned, he finally woke up.

“They´re here!” you squealed and Ace just sighed.

“You know Kidd´s an asshole, right? I´d rather we avoid them” Ace grumbled and you just shot him a glare.

“You don´t know that, Ace! You know I hate it when you talk about him like that” you defended him, of course you knew Ace was right, but a girl can dream, eh?

“I can read, (Y/N). I know what they say about him in the newspaper, all the awful things he´s done” Ace added, highly annoyed by the redhead.

“Do you know all the shitty things they write about you? About me? Pops? Shanks? All of us? And you know as well as me that those things aren´t true, so why are you so quick to judge him?” you didn´t know why you even bothered defending someone you didn´t know, it was weird but you guessed it was normal since he was in your favorite band.

“I just don´t want you hanging around with him” Ace said, the thought made him beyond uncomfortable.

“I´m just going to his concert, for fuck´s sake!” you raised your voice, you got why Ace was worried, but still, to this extent?

You two spent a bit of time in the amusement park, attending the rides and eating way too much candy.

“Ah! That was fun!” you sighed dreamily, stretching your arms, smiling.

“Yeah it was, I wish we would get more days off” Ace said and you nodded.

It really wasn´t easy getting any free days nowadays, especially with such a big crew.

You walked a while longer until you coincidentally came by Shakky´s bar.

You grabbed Ace´s hand and walked faster until you arrived.

Rayleigh was the one who taught you Haki, he was family and so was his wife.

She was always there for you, you could always call her and come to her if you needed anything.

Shakky was like a cool grandma.

Little did you know Kidd was in the bar you were about to enter.

He was pissed off at the newest article about him and how his crew was proud of it, he just really needed a drink now, how the fuck was he supposed to know the owner of the bar was the wife of the dark king?

“Holy shit! You´re Rayleigh!” he had this habit of talking without thinking which to be honest could be blessing and curse.

You´d find it cute if only nobody would talk shit about Kidd.

Rayleigh just laughed, Shakky chuckled as well, resting her face on her hand.

This wasn´t uncommon, Rogers fans always came here, but most of them were arrogant idiots who thought they could surpass him.

Kidd wasn´t.

He knew his place all too well.

Of course Roger was his idol, but so was his whole crew, he loved the old generation, they had real guts.

He wanted to be just like them, there were only few people he´d wanted to meet, but pirates from the old generation were totally one of them.

“What do you want to drink, boy?” Shakky asked, readying two glasses behind the counter.

“Oh fuck, right! I´m sorry, I just didn´t think I´d meet any famous people today, I´ll just have some whiskey, please.” Kidd tried to sort his mind, which always ended in him rambling.

Sure he was a loud mouth, but that was only when someone insulted him, the old generation or his friends. It was only in few moments he couldn´t control his rage and thoughts, in the other moments he preferred not to talk so much.

Ironic for a singer who yells his emotions out onstage, isn´t it?

“Coming right up” Shakky smiled and prepared the drinks.

“I know you get this a lot, but you´re seriously amazing. You and Roger and all the others from your generation, you just did all the awesome stuff without sprouting too many words about it. I mean you defined what being a pirate really means, you defined freedom and the real meaning of wealth and values, all those virtues. I admire you so much… I know to you I´m just another stupid rookie who doesn´t know shit and is obnoxious but I want to thank you. I´m grateful for everything you did, because if you didn´t and if Roger never told us about the One Piece, it would mean that the government would´ve won. It would mean a world full of despair, a caged life really. You fought for us so we could have freedom and I think what we´re all trying to do, at least in my case, is to impress you. To live up to you, make you proud” Kidd stated, leaving Rayleigh and Shakky quiet for a moment.

Nobody ever thanked them. Nobody ever acknowledged the hardships they went through and yet this rookie did.

He really was smarter than the newspaper made him out to be.

“We´re not so different than you might think. You guys fight for the same thing we did back then, I´m just glad there are good guys like you out there, most pirates who come here are disrespectful and don´t know anything about this world we live in, they think they can do everything on their own, take people on who are obviously out of their league. You know, kind of like you are depicted in the newspaper. But then again, I never was someone who believed in them. If you would know what they wrote about us back then” Rayleigh took a drink with Kidd and laughed at the memory.

Shakky rested her hand on his shoulder, sentiment could be a good thing if it stayed like now. Remembering happy days with Roger and the others could turn into sadness quickly though.

“Remember when we celebrated Rogers birthday and in the next day we apparently competed with Whitebeard who could kill more civilians?” Shakky chimed in, giggling, those were times…

Kidd couldn´t believe it and made big eyes, almost choking on his drink.

Rayleigh laughed even louder now.

“What?! That sounds like a great story… that´s why you´re my heroes, no matter what you did, it was awesome, everything´s such a great story” Kidd told them, smiling sadly.

The government really had nothing better to do than frame pirates for killing innocents.

To be fair though, most pirates were like that.

“If you want to hear good stories, you really should ask that brat Shanks, he´s always in some sort of trouble. I wonder what he´s up to these days, I haven´t heard from him since that battle against Hawkeyes.” Rayleigh thought out loud, he really needed to meet up with him more often.

“Yeah, Redhair really is amazing… he hasn´t been a Yonko for so long, but he´s so powerful. I really want to fight alongside him someday….” Kidd let his thoughts run wild and Rayleigh gave Shakky a soft look before smiling at Kidd.

So much for him wanting to start a fight with Shanks and taking him down.

“I can also recommend a good source for great stories” Shakky smirked at Rayleigh who could barely hold his laughter in.

He sensed Ace and you coming from a mile away.

“Her and Ace were in the local newspaper today actually, have you read it, Rayleigh?” Shakky got a hold of it, the local newspaper was just gossip really, gossip for pirates to bad mouth each other.

“What´s it say this time? Ace and her break up?” he laughed and Kidd frowned.

Of course he knew you, how could he not? But the things they say about you in the newspaper weren´t all lies, sometimes you wished they were.

The things they said about you in the local newspaper though, it was all bullshit, except for the wanted posters.

“Says she burned down a ship of Big Mom´s. And she´s got a new mugshot, her bounty also rose up...” she sighed, she wondered what you were up to.

“Whitebeard and Big Mom fighting? I don´t think so, especially not at this time. Show me the poster, dear” he faced it so that Kidd could see it too.

It took everything from him not to blush like a mad man, fuck you were so beautiful.

“700,000,000 beri?!” Kidd exclaimed, that was 500,000,000 more than him. Impressive.

“Like I said, bunch of good stories” Shakky giggled.

Kidd was in awe.

“I bet she has… I always wanted to meet her but for someone like me that´s just impossible. Besides, if I ever did I´d only end up embarrassing myself. I suck at talking to people I admire” he was brutally honest, something Rayleigh treasured more than anything and he knew you did too.

“Not to brace myself but did you think you´d meet me today? And I don´t think you´re embarrassing yourself at all, I think you´re presenting yourself in a good way, you´re honest and even if the truth is ugly, you still say it as it is. Not many people do that. An honest person deserves my respect. And you don´t have to worry about (Y/N), she´s a sweet kid, not like the mugshots depict her. Really, how is it that those marines always get the worst angles?” Rayleigh chuckled.

He knew how much you hated your mugshots.

“Thank you, that means a lot, coming from you” Kidd smiled as the door opened and you entered.

“Could you maybe not dash every time you see someone you know?!” Ace groaned out of breath and you just shook my head.

“Could you maybe stop being an antisocial baby about it?!” you yelled back, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

“Don´t give me the mom look” Ace pouted.

“I don´t have a fucking mom look!” you whined, finally looking ahead to the bar.

You choked on your own breath as you started punching Ace´s arm and trying to keep your inhumane screech down.

“Ouch, ouch! Stop that, what the hell? Oh, him.” Ace followed your view and looked Kidd dead in the eye.

Kidd felt like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, why was this guy so intimidating?

“Hey you two, what do I owe the honor? Did Ace finally change his mind about the haki situation?” Rayleigh joked and you just had to laugh too, never minding Eustass fucking Kidd sitting in front of you looking like a goddamn snack.

“I didn´t, sorry Rayleigh, but I think I´m good with just my devil fruit” Ace smiled shyly and scratched the back of his head.

“You know that´s what´s gonna get you killed someday?!” you groaned and shook my head.

“How´s the old man?” Rayleigh asked and you felt glum all of a sudden.

“Holding up. He´s not gonna kick the bucket so easily” how you wished those words were true.

You knew his health wasn´t good, but he never let it show, you didn´t know what you´d do when the time came.

“Have you seen Shanks lately? I´ve been wondering how he´s doing” Rayleigh asked further.

“Actually yeah, Ace and me visited him a few weeks ago. He´s good, real good actually. Is that today´s paper?” you gestured to the newspaper in Shakky´s hand and she handed it to you.

“What the hell? Why did they raise my bounty again? I didn´t even do anything...” you pouted but then you faced Ace.

“Ace! Luffy just declared war on the world government!”you exclaimed, what an absolute mad man.

“For fuck´s sake, Luffy!” Ace was always worried about his brother.

“It´s good that you´re here, (Y/N). This lovely man is a fan of good stories, I´m sure you don´t mind sharing.” Shakky knew all about your little crush on him.

You were sure your face was very red right now, thanks Shakky.

“Um...I don´t know if they´re good actually….I can retell the ones pops told me...uh...” you looked to Ace and Rayleigh for help, but Ace was too busy worrying over Luffy and Rayleigh was laughing.

“I´m sure you´re aware of this lovely man, as my wife worded it” Rayleigh teased.

“Yes, yes I am aware of this lovely man and yes he´s very lovely indeed! But I can´t think of any stories right now” you rambled and Kidd thought he just misheard something.

“(Y/N). You just called him lovely. In front of his face. Without even talking to him” Ace pointed out and you blushed even more.

This was too much for you.

“I know what I said Ace!” you yelled at him.

“Just make sure Luffy´s not getting into too much trouble, we don´t have time for that right now” you warned him.

“I know I know, you just get back to your lovely man” Ace snickered, he was so gonna get it later.

“Shut up, Ace!” you yelled again.

“We´re gonna leave you two alone, it was nice meeting you, Kidd” Shakky dragged Rayleigh and Ace with her to the back.

Amazing.

Kidd and you stared at each other way too long, you were getting dizzy.

“Hi, you know this is really awkward right now. I thought I was seeing you only tonight. Wait, that came out wrong. Tonight´s your concert, you know and I wanted to go. I´m a really big fan of you, your band´s my favorite. I love your music” you rambled again but at least it was the truth, no matter how embarrassing it was.

“Whoa, hold on a sec… you, vice captain of Whitebeard´s crew, know who I am? I´m a lucky bastard today….” Kidd mumbled, smiling to himself, making your heart beat faster.

“Not to be rude, but I think everyone knows you. Well, at least the bullshit they say about you in the newspaper” it felt so unreal, talking to him, but you never wanted this moment to end.

“How do you know it´s bullshit? You don´t even know me, what´s against it being real?” Kidd asked.

“Because the stuff you allegedly did is stupid. So stupid that only no names would do it. It´s stupid and without a plan, you have a crew so why would you ignore their well being and go up against strong people alone? It doesn´t make sense. But the lowlifes who attempt those stupid things don´t end up in newspapers. The government makes it so that only big names appear, scaring the people. They need their antagonists, we´re just perfect for that apparently” you explained.

Kidd smirked.

“You know, I never thought anybody cared about my music, about what I had to say, about me as a person. But today the person I admire told me I was a good man. The dark king himself, that´s the biggest compliment for me. And now you. The vice captain of the fucking Whitebeard pirates, the strongest and biggest crew there is right now, tells me she likes my music. And not only that, you tell me you believe in me. This is way too much for my small brain” Kidd laughed off his nervousness, but his heart was beating fast.

“I don´t think it´s small. You´re a tall man. Besides, I agree with your opinion on the world government. And someone who writes powerful songs like that can´t be an idiot. And that´s coming from a real idiot. And sorry for embarrassing myself, I never thought I´d ever meet you.” you told him honestly.

“Don´t worry about it, besides the only one embarrassing himself is me” Kidd chuckled.

Meanwhile Ace finally agreed to Rayleigh teaching him Haki and Shakky listened in on your conversation with Kidd, she thought it was cute how awkward you were.

Well, you didn´t think it was cute at all, you couldn´t even utter a single word without stuttering.

You went over thousands of things you could say right now in your mind and then thought if you really should say them or not and that resulted in the silence you two found yourselves in now.

Shakky sighed and sent Ace back to you to refrain things from getting more awkward, she really was your savior.

“We need to go, otherwise we won´t make it in time” Ace told you and grabbed your arm in urgency. He was right, if you talked more with Kidd, you´d miss his concert.

And you didn´t want that.

You sighed and stood up with a heavy heart.

“I know, I know… you´re right.” you answered, whining.

“It was nice talking to you, see you later” you cast a bright smile at Kidd who only responded in stutters and blushes.

Your trip to Fishman Island was the quickest you have ever done, everything seemed fine, the royal family was doing great too, so you could come back to the surface.

It was already sunset when you got back, so you ran all the way to the location, dragging Ace behind you, who didn´t have time to protest.

“I´m gonna wait at Shakky´s bar for you” he mumbled bitterly, he didn´t like the influence Kidd had on you.

“Alright, I´ll be back in a few hours!” you smiled brightly, hugging him shortly before running all the way to the location.

As soon as you arrived you could already hear the groupies and the band hasn´t even started yet.

You couldn´t shake off the huge smile that has plastered onto your face ever since you met Kidd earlier, and you also couldn´t stop your heart from racing, well you told yourself that it was because you ran so much.

The bar was damp from the fog coming out of the machines, the crowd started gathering in front of the stage, the screaming groupies making it impossible for everyone else to get a good place.

You settled for a place at the bar, it wasn´t the front row, but you preferred a good view without the groupies. You felt as if you were the only one who really cared about the music.

Not to be entitled, but you doubted the intentions of the front row.

When the show started, the front row threw their bras on stage and showed their tits, you just stayed to yourself and danced and sung your heart out.

You were really proud of yourself for knowing all the words, you didn´t think you would.

Not that you could blame the front row, Kidd was looking absolutely ravishing.

He was wearing a black tank top and had his hair down, you swore you could get pregnant by just looking at him.

Okay maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but you didn´t have time for dating or even one night stands with the amount of times you were gone.

And damn, did he look good with his hair down and did his arms look big, so muscular and the way he sung so deep, low and gruff.

It just made emotions and horniness in you arise.

Fuck´s sake were you glad that nobody could see the mess you were right now.

To be fair, it was really hot inside the bar right now. And not only because of the handsome lead singer.

You were out of breath after they finished. The groupies were waiting intently for the band to come out so that they might get lucky.

You didn´t know what to do, the immediate time after a concert always left you feeling empty and not knowing what to do.

It was weird, so you just stayed where you were, at the bar, looking and smiling like an idiot.

You didn´t know why you stayed, but soon enough the band did come out to meet the fans.

Usually this should have been your cue to leave as they just chose who to fuck this night, but not this time. Tonight Kidd smiled and waved when he saw you, coming over to you with the rest of the band.

You spent the rest of the night drinking with them and exchanging stories, you complimented their way of playing their instruments, listened to them talk about the craziest tour stories.

It was so much fun and all the while you questioned why they even stuck around with you instead of fucking some groupies, but maybe you would find that out sooner than you´d like.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece oneshot #one piece kid #one piece kidd #eustass kid #eustass kidd #kid x reader #kidd x reader #op #op kid #op kidd #op imagine #op oneshot

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king-of-kings1 · 5 years ago

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Hi. From the Tragedy of Summerhall to the present days, who are your five favorite characters and which 5 that you like least? Reasons and why. Thanks a lot.

Hi, Thanks for the ask. Man, it's such a great timespan to choose just five favourite characters when there is a lot of great characters from this time period. Still, you asked for five and five you shall have it.

1) Stannis Baratheon: 'The King who Cared.' Do I need to say anything more than that?? I think not. During the War of the Five Kings, the Night's Watch sent pleas for help to all the kings who claimed the realm as their own but only one turned north to answer their call and protect the realm. It was Stannis Baratheon. That action itself speaks a lot about everything. The one true God of Westeros, George RR Martin himself approves that action. The major quality he associates with being a good king is that good king should protect his realm and people and Stannis did that. Sure he has his flaws and he is not perfect but he is the only one (other than the NW) who believes that the WW are the real threat and chooses to fight them to save the realm while the others just play the game of thrones.

2) Ned Stark: One of the honest and righteous guys you'd ever find in the history of Westeros. He is one of the most likeable characters in the series and is genuinely a good guy who wanted to do the right thing over everything. Sure he may have done some 'dishonourable' acts on the way and said some lies but none of it was for his selfish reasons.

3) Robert Baratheon: You'd never find a best friend, protective father, a loving son and a formidable warrior all in one thing unless his name is Robert Baratheon. None of the friendships in ASOIAF is as strong as Ned and Robert's. Cersei got her cheeks bloodied for subtly referring to kill Mya, had she sent her precious twin to do the dirty work in murdering Mya, Jaime's golden chest would've been bashed in so hard while Robert cleaned the bits of Lannister brain off his hammer. Jon Arryn had no kids for many years but he never worried about it because he had Robert and Ned. The father-son bond lasted well deep even to the deathbed of Jon where Robert spent his entire time during the final days of his father. Of all the people Jon Arryn was the only one known to weather the storm that was Robert Baratheon, that thing itself shows how much Robert loved and respected the man who raised him as his own son. I don't have to speak about how great Robert was as a warrior, his accomplishments will speak that for him. If you still don't believe that he is a good person, very well, then, Ned Stark himself was the best friend of the man. Do you think Ned would associate himself with a bad person let alone be his bestie?

4) Arthur Dayne: The greatest swordsman to have ever walked, the Sword of the Morning, Ser Arthur Dayne is a hero to any and every noble boy of his generation and the next generation as well. Even sixteen years after his death he is still remembered as the honourable knight and the deadliest of all men you could ever see. His office of the Sword of the Morning itself says a lot about him. To wield Dawn one have to be as honourable a knight as he is skilled at arms. Arthur's approach to root out the kingswood brotherhood is a good example for that. He won the love of the smallfolk and got their help, the people who were helping Toyne and his band of outlaws until then. His epic duel with the Smiling Knight itself shows his chivalry as he let his foe choose another sword when his blade was destroyed and even gave him Dawn as the Smiling Knight asked for it.

5) Jon Arryn: Perhaps the only character who doesn't even have a single dark spot in his entire life. Jon Arryn is a good and kind man who chose to protect his 'sons' rather than killing them by his king's words. It was Jon Arryn who started the rebellion against the cruelty of House Targaryen when Aerys demanded him to kill Ned and Robert. Rather than obeying his king's words as honour would have him so, Jon chose to protect his foster sons and called his banner to defend them. It may have been Robert's arms that won the Rebellion but without Jon Arryn's brain there wouldn't have been a rebellion in the first place. After the rebellion he ruled Robert's realm for fourteen years until his death, and ruled as wisely as any great Hand before him. He loved his foster sons so much, as much and more than their own fathers would ever have. The childless Jon Arryn who had a child of his own body after God knows how many years loved his foster son Robert more than that of his flesh and blood. Jon Arryn was the only one who knew to control and make Robert Baratheon listen, the one task that no one has ever mastered, not even Ned.

Well, that's my list. If there is a chance I might squeeze in Oberyn Martell and Brynden Blackfish up there in the list as well but the ask was just for five. It might be shocking and surprising that the list might not have the popular fandom favourites like Jon or Dany but this is my list. Jon and Dany have more than enough fans to spread the love for them and someone has to do for these legendary characters as well.

So, now to my least favourites. Unlike the above list, I don't have to justify why I hate these guys because their actions speak for themselves.

1) Ramsay Snow: I would never call this guy a Bolton for the only sake that he is a literal bastard by every means. Not a single character in the series is as sadistic and cruel and psychotic as this guy is. All I want to see in TWOW is for Stannis to defeat this guy and hang him so that he can die painfully.

2) Gregor Clegane: The Mountain that Rides. The one man that could give Ramsay a challenge in their bout for the Sadistic championship. The thing he did to the little Sandor is the only example you need to hate this guy. And then there is Princess Elia Martell and her children.

3) Cersei Lannister: The Mother of Madness, the walking, talking and laughing disaster Cersei Lannister is a complete gonzo that there is no way for her to turn back normal again. She is such a deranged woman that she plans to kill the washerwomen because they supposedly shrunk her gowns while in reality it was her who has gained weight that the gowns doesn't fit her. She gives innocent women to Qyburn for him to conduct his weird experiments. She has a whipping boy to beat the heck out of to keep Tommen in check. Cersei loves holding power and abuses innocents at every turn that she is known nothing other than a power-hungry shitbag who thinks herself to be the Tywin with teats when in reality is so stupid than Moon Boy himself. And everyone who thinks that Cersei is a wonderful mom and she loves her kids you might want to check the books because she never loves them in the books but just loves the power that comes with them.

4) Littlefinger: Petyr Baelish is another character that I hate with pleasure. He has been playing the others even before the start of the series. There is no one in the history of Westeros who is as distrustful as Petyr Baelish.

5) Rhaegar Targaryen: All the glamour this guy's been wearing to hide his true face will never fool me. Rhaegar Targaryen is the complete opposite of Robert Baratheon whom the fandom hates vastly. He is a shit friend, a shit son, a shit husband and a whole hella lot of a shit father. Rhaegar left his friends to die in the war he started while he hid in some tower. He knew that his father was raping his mother yet did nothing to save her from that fate. He humiliated Elia more than once and even before the eyes of the entire kingdom. He is the shittiest dad I've ever known in both the fictional world and our world. Rhaenys hid beneath her father's bed thinking that her father would save her before Amory Lorch killed her. That line alone is enough for you to decide how good a dad and a person he really was.

#asoiaf #game of thrones #stannis baratheon #ned stark #robert baratheon #arthur dayne #jon arryn #ramsay snow #gregor clegane #cersei lannister #petyr baelish #rhaegar targaryen

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1-2-3-4-5-six · 6 years ago

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You Are Home, You Are Safe And Loved Here

This took a lot longer than planned but I’m far to indecisive, thank you @casual-crispy for proof reading both this and my previous fic

Returning from an early morning walk Aragon noticed a chill as she locked the front door behind her.

“Why’s it so cold in here?”

“Anne’s got both her balcony and bedroom door open”

“Well why’s nobody told her to shut one of them?”

“We’ve tried, she won’t shut the balcony and you know she won’t shut her bedroom door when she’s in there, the only people who haven’t tried is you and Parr”

“Right I’m going up and I’ll make sure one of her doors stays shut”

“Aragon, please just leave her be, she’s being quiet, just put on a jumper or something”

“No it’s far too cold in here I’m sorting this out once and for all”

Making her way upstairs she immediately spotted Anne’s door wide open as usual, peering through she saw Anne sitting on her balcony wrapped in a blanket looking out at nothing in particular. Aragon made her way across the room, not being particularly quiet but still never gaining a reaction from the queen outside. Shutting the balcony door she turned and left the room also closing the bedroom door behind her. Now if she had turned round then she may have seen the the panic that fell across Anne’s face, but she didn’t turn and Anne suddenly felt helpless.

A few hours later Parr came down for lunch noting that all the queens bar Anne were there.

“Has Anne already gone out?”

“No, we haven’t seen her leave anyway”

“We planned to go out for a run but her doors closed”

“Oh I closed it earlier it was too cold in here so I shut her balcony and main door”

“You shut it? So how is it still closed? Usually if anyone even tries to close her door she stops them or opens it as soon as they are gone”

“I don’t know why don’t you ask her she was just sitting there on the balcony when I went up”

“On the balcony!”

With that Parr ran upstairs two at a time before bursting into Anne’s room with enough force for the door to slam against the wall, ran through before looking through the glass door and seeing broken glass from a candle jar scattered across the floor and Anne huddled in the in the corner in her sleep shorts and a t-shirt, even through the glass Catherine could see her shivering. Quickly opening the door, she made her way over to where the queen was, careful not to stand on any of the glass littering the ground.

“Anne”

She received no response from the normally chatty girl in front of her apart from the constant shiver that had taken over her body, she tried again.

“Come on, we need to get you back inside”

Still not getting any kind of response, that’s when she noticed Anne was barefoot and there was blood on her feet.

“Oh hun, I’m going to get some help”

“N-no”

“I have to, we need to get you in”

“C-C-Cathy m-my n-n-n”

Anne was getting more panicked as she struggled to get the words out and Catherine could see the tears threatening to spill.

“Hey, calm down, I need to get help, you’re hurt and I don’t want to make it any worse”

“N-n-neck”

“Neck?”

On hearing her words repeated back to her Anne lifted her head slightly, that’s when Catherine realised part of Anne’s usual attire was missing, both Anne and Katherine always wore chokers, Catherine had her suspicions as to why but never asked, but now those suspicions seem to have been proven to be true by the thick scar that circled Anne’s neck, a cruel reminder of how she died.

“I promise you no one will say anything, but you’re getting way too cold I need to get help from one of the others”

Anne’s head slowly dropped again and Catherine could see her eyes fighting to stay open. Quickly lifted Anne head slightly noting just how cold her skin felt.

“Hey you need to stay awake for me okay”

“C-c-cold”

“I know honey just keep your eyes open and we’ll get you warm soon”

As if on cue the sound of footsteps making their way up the stairs appeared and without a thought of who it could be Catherine called out.

“Whoever that is get here now!”

“Cathy what’s wro…”

It was Aragon who froze upon seeing Anne looking so small and shaking.

“What happened?!”

“That doesn’t matter right now just help me get her inside, she’s hurt and I don’t think she has the energy to stand even if she wasn’t”

“Right I’ll go behind her and we’ll carry her in”

Between the two of them they managed to lift Anne and place her on a chair with her feet on a footstool, as soon as Aragon let go she quickly shut the balcony door and grabbed one of the giant blankets off Anne’s bed while Parr was sat on the arm of the chair rubbing Anne’s arms to try and create some warmth, seeing that it didn’t look like Parr was going to move anytime soon Aragon wrapped the blanket around the two of them before looking at Anne’s feet.

“This is my fault, I shut the balcony door knowing she was out there”

“Did you know that you can’t open the door from the outside?”

“No”

“Then it’s not your fault you didn’t know that she’d be trapped when you shut it and anyone could have done it okay?”

“Okay, I’m going to get Jane to come look at her feet I can’t see you moving anytime soon and she’s better at that stuff than me”

Before Aragon had walked past she felt a cold hand attempt to grab at her wrist, looking down she saw Anne’s hand reaching out so she grabbed it.

“I’m sorry, if I’d known the door wouldn’t open I would never have shut it in the first place”

Anne simply nodded and gently squeezed Aragon’s hand to which Aragon smiled.

“Look after her Parr”

“I will”

With that Aragon left the room leaving the two queens alone.

“What were you doing out there Anne? it’s freezing and you were there in your pyjamas how long were you out there for?”

Anne just looked at her feet not saying anything but Catherine could see the tears forming in her eyes.

“Hey, hey, come on, it’s okay, I’m just worried about you hun, there’s something going on and I can’t just sit here knowing that something’s wrong”

“It’s st-stupid”

“If it’s troubling you it’s not stupid”

At that moment Jane came through the door carrying the first aid box and a tub of soapy water, upon seeing Anne in the chair she quickly made her way to the footstool careful not to spill any water.

“Oh dear, let’s get you fixed up okay, you might want to grab her hand Cathy, there’s still some glass in her foot”

“Okay”

“Okay love I need you to keep still for me, this is going to sting a bit”

“Just squeeze my hand when it hurts”

Jane carefully removed the glass, allowing the wound to bleed a little before washing, applying an antiseptic and wrapping the wound. She looked up to see Anne leaning on Parr’s shoulder exposing part of her neck, noticing some light scratches along the scar.

“Oh love, you’ve been having the nightmares haven’t you?”

Anne didn’t respond, instead she closed her eyes and turn into Catherine’s shoulder, acting on instinct Catherine raised her hand to Anne’s head and tried to comfort the queen.

“What do you mean the nightmares?”

“Both her and Kitty get flashbacks to when, um…”

“The swordsman”

“Oh hun, you’re here now with me, Kitty, Seymour, Cleves and even Aragon”

“I know it’s just sometimes it seems so real like I’m in a loop”

“Why haven’t you said anything before, we could’ve helped, I could’ve helped”

Anne didn’t respond to that and instead just looked at her hand which Parr was still holding. Seeing that Anne was opening up more to Parr than she had to anyone else in the house Jane double checked the wrap was secure and got up.

“I’m going to leave you two and grab you both something to eat and drink”

“Okay thanks Jane”

Once Jane had left the room Anne shifted slightly still looking at hers and Parr’s hands before opening her mouth to speak again.

“Je ne veux pas être un fardeau, je peux le gérer seul, je dois juste le sucer”

“Anne, look at me, never have you ever been a burden and you never will be”

“But-“

“But nothing, this isn’t something you can just ignore Anne, the more you leave it the worse it’s going to get”

“It’ll be fine, they’re just dreams and Kitty had it worse”

“Anne listen to me, just because you say Kitty had it worse doesn’t mean that you should ignore what’s going on, I’m here and I’ll listen, I care to much about you, I don’t want to see you destroying yourself because you’re hiding how you’re feeling”

Anne just stared at her unable to hold the tears back for any longer she broke down, Catherine immediately pulled her closer and just let her cry.

“S-sometimes I forget this is real”

“What?”

“Sometimes I feel like all this is just something my mind made up, l-like I’m just in between life and death, like when I go to sleep I won’t wake up I’ll just be a body on the ground”

“You know that’s not true bug, I promise you that this is real”

“I know I just- I don’t understand, it it’s like my mind refuses to believe it”

“Well I’ll be here to listen and reassure you that it’s real, if you ever feel like you need someone I’m here and I’m not going anywhere okay?”

“Okay… could we just stay up here today? I don’t really want to face the others just yet”

“Of course”

#six the musical #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #anne boleyn #catherine parr #catherine of aragon #jane seymour

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variabels · 5 years ago

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Fitober19 #3 Roy buys some chocolates for Marth

A/N: What you need to know is that Marth and Roy have been mutually pinning each other for a long time, Toon Link unknowingly revealed to Roy that Marth liked him and Roy was too stupid to confess.

Prompt number: 4 “I know you didn’t ask for this.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): Super Smash Bros

Rating: T because of the implications at the end.

Warnings/Tags: Roy throwing a box on Ike

Words: Idk, I never know.

Ships: Marth x Roy

Roy was hesitating between two wrapping papers. The first one was a sappy white paper with red hearts and the second one was blue and gold which reminded him of the prince he was deeply in love with. He ultimately chose the second one because he was sure everyone would start rumors if they saw him walking around with a present wrapped in hearts.

He set the wrapping paper on his desk and took out a box of chocolate and a card he had hidden in his closet. He had spent hours choosing the right chocolates and days drafting what he would write on the card. He needed to make sure it was impossible to misinterpret anything.

The redhead was in the middle of wrapping the box when he heard a voice asking him what he was doing. He turned around to face Marth who was really curious about the box Roy was desperately trying to hide. Roy had been so focused on the box that he didn’t notice the prince taking the defenseless card lying on the table.

“I’ve had these feelings for you since-” Marth read out loud before Roy snatched the card out of his hands, “Who’s this for?”

“Um, it’s from my dad to my mom,” Roy lied, “He’s telling her that he misses her and wants her to visit him in Pherae.”

“So, why do you have it?”

“Dad, wanted me to give her chocolates. It’s totally normal in the plains to get your kid to give your present to your spouse. She loves her homeland so dad likes honoring their traditions.”

“Can I see?”

“No, it’s embarrassing!”

Roy’s protests weren’t stopping Marth from trying to figure out what was being hidden. The prince tried grabbing the partially wrapped box but his grabbing range wasn’t that good anymore. Roy lifted the box in the air where the shorter swordsman had no way of reaching it. Sadly, he hadn’t taken into account that Marth could see the box from where he was.

“Those are some nice chocolates. What’s wrong with me seeing them?”

“I told you it’s embarrassing!” Roy blushed, “I don’t want you seeing it.”

The redhead regretted his lie as he noticed that his crush was visibly hurt by it. He tried coming up with a way to assure Marth that he didn’t really mean it but the prince told him it was fine. The two awkwardly sat in silence until Marth broke it.

“Hey, Roy, do you like someone? That box is for who you like, right?”

“Um… It’s...”

“You told me I was your best friend. Why can’t you tell me? Are you in love with someone I hate? Or is it someone who hates me?”

“No, that’s not it. I-I’ll tell you when I deliver it. If I forget, you can punch me or something.”

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Roy spent the rest of the day trying to avoid Marth. He wasn’t doing a very good job since the blue-haired prince kept following him. Roy couldn’t blame him, he knew Marth liked him and would probably want to know who Roy liked. It was endearing in a way, Marth had no idea he was jealous of himself.

Roy walked around the mansion at least four times before giving up. He could already hear rumors spreading about him and he didn’t want anything to do with them. He grabbed Marth by the hand and took him outside to the garden which happened to be devoid of any fighters. There was nothing that could get in the two swordsmen’s way.

“Marth, do you want to tell me something?” Roy asked as he looked at the man of his dreams, “You’ve been following me all day. You don’t need to be afraid.”

“I’m...” the prince blushed as he avoided eye contact, “I’m in… I’m… I’m in desperate need of some Japanese lessons! Cloud told me my Japanese has gotten worse lately. We should start speaking Japanese together again.”

Roy knew that was a lie. He didn’t call Marth out on it as he could tell he looked distressed. Instead, he took Marth by the hand and led him to a bench where they both sat down without saying a word.

“Roy, I know you probably don’t want me to, but can I look at the card you wrote?”

“No… I should just tell you myself what’s in it.”

Roy threw the card in a nearby trash can and moved closer to Marth. He wrapped his arms around the prince and let him rest his head on his shoulder. The two enjoyed each other’s company and the warmth radiated by their embrace.

“I guess I should start by apologizing to you,” Roy smiled nervously as his face heated up, “I’ve been ignoring your feelings for way too long and I’ve hurt you.”

“That’s an understatement,” Marth frowned as he pushed the redhead away, “It’s not like apologizing will change what’s already happened...”

“Marth, please let me finish! You never let me!”

“What? I let you finish, you just choose not to. You never go through with anything when I’m involved! That or you just leave me behind.”

“I-”

“Forget it, it’s not like you really care about how I feel anyway. I hate that about you.”

“Of course, I care about you! I care about how you feel. Why would I apologize for hurting you if I didn’t? I want you to be happy.”

“Roy, if you hate me, just tell me. I don’t want to be hurt by you even more. Once was more than enough.”

“Ugh, why can’t I ever get through to you? You’re so stubborn, it’s like you want me to hate you. That may end up happening if you carry on like this.”

“Gee, I’m sorry for not wanting to be hurt again by an idiot like you. But, I don’t even know what you think of me. You know how I’m in love with you. So, why can’t you-”

Marth’s response was interrupted as Roy pulled him in for a kiss. As the redhead deepened the kiss, Marth closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck. He wished the moment could last forever but before he knew it, Roy had broken the kiss.

“M-Marth, I-I love you!” the redhead stuttered as his face turned the same color as his hair, “Ever since Melee, I’ve been in love with you. W-will you go out with me?”

“W-what!?” Marth asked as he covered his face to hide his blush, “Y-you’re joking, right? I’m just imagining things I want to hear. You don’t actually want to go out with me.”

“Life would probably be easier if that were the case… But I wouldn’t want it to be that way.”

“Same here,” Marth grinned before giving Roy a quick peck on the lips, “I love you too.”

“Um… I know you didn’t ask for this,” Roy blushed as he shoved the neglected box of chocolates into the prince’s arms avoiding all eye contact, “But this is for you.”

“Thanks,” Marth smiled as he saw the badly wrapped box he was now holding.

“No complaining about how it will make you fat?” Roy teased before being pushed off the bench.

The newly formed couple laughed and spent the rest of the afternoon eating all the chocolate in the box Roy bought without a care in the world. They just wanted to be together and enjoy each other’s company without being disturbed.

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Marth and Roy returned inside the mansion holding hands and catching their fellow fighters’ attention. Most fighters assumed they had finally decided to make their “secret” relationship public. Master Hand was paying Crazy Hand because he lost the bet.

Cloud and Peach were congratulating Marth like normal friends. Meanwhile, Ike was speaking way too enthusiastically to Roy. The dude was having the time of his life. He was really excited to not have to deal with unresolved sexual tensions anymore.

“If you two ever need the room to yourselves, just tell me and I’ll gladly leave, I’ll even leave right now if you want,” the mercenary told Roy as he gave him a gift, “Just don’t forget to use these. Don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

“Ike, what the actual fuck?”

“Hey, no need to thank me. I’m just doing what anyone would do for their favorite boy.”

“I don’t want your condoms!” the redhead blushed as he threw the box of condoms at Ike’s face before grabbing Marth’s hand, “We’re going on a date, Marth.”

“Have fun Marth,” Cloud waved.

“Aw, I wish I had a nice boyfriend too,” Peach smiled.

“Same...”

“What?”

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greencrusader13 · 6 years ago

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OC Interview - Terasas Feldspar

The rules are simple: pick an OC, and then answer these interview questions in-character for them. Then tag five more people to keep it going!

I got tagged again by @melissagt so I wanted to do two more: one for Terasas Feldspar, and one for Tyar Kiht. Since I don’t think people know a lot about Terasas other than what I’ve vaguely mentioned of him in previous posts, I thought I’d start with him.

Like with the Raz interview I picked a particular point in time in his life to answer these questions, which for the sake of clarity I’ll make it the same as when I answered Raz’s questions. Terasas would be 33 at this time.

Tagging: @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @athiefswarwriteblr @nusaran @kunoichi-ume @francestroublr

1. What is your name?

I’m Terasas Feldspar.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

It’s similar t’ my pa’s name, which was Tessir.

3. Are you single or taken?

I just got married t’ a wonderful gal named Mynai. I’ve been infatuated with her since I met her back when we was teenagers, but she was with my best friend back then. It’s really something else that not only is she back in my life, she’s now my wife.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

I’m a pretty decent swordsman, and good enough with a bow t’ go hunting on occasion. I don’t really fancy myself as being anything particularly special.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

I don’t know what that is.

6. What’s your eye color?

Green.

7. How about your hair color?

I in’t got any hair, but my fur is sorta this reddish-brown color.

8. Have any family members?

I’ve got my daughter Ariya, whom I had with my late wife Valika. My little girl is my world. I’d do anything for her and t’ protect her. She was a surprise definitely...Val and I weren’t married when she was conceived, but I can’t think of life without Ariya. The first time I held my daughter I... I can’t even describe the sort of love I felt.

My parents aren’t around any more. I wish Ariya could’ve met her grandparents. She looks so much like my ma, and I think the two really would’ve gotten along well.

Like I said before I just got married t’ Mynai, and I consider myself a really lucky man. I didn’t think I’d find love again after Val died, but here I am... here we are. I’m not sure if or when we’re gonna have kids of our own; it’s come up, and we’d both like t’, but right now Mynai wants t’ just adjust t’ being Ariya’s stepmother.

I’ve only got one sibling: my half-sister Dirna. She’s also Raz’s half-sister, so we’re kinda like brothers in that way too. My ma was her mother, and Raz’s pa was hers too.

Speaking of Raz, he’s like my brother. He hasn’t always been there when I needed him, but he’s getting better about it. He helped Ariya and I get t’ safety when true night returned t’ the world, and came back when there was a killer here in New Coalfell and helped put a stop t’ it. Even with small things he’s getting better, like he helped watch Ariya while Mynai and I were off on our honeymoon. My friend needs t’ stop being so hard on himself. He’s a better person than he thinks he is.

9. Oh? How about pets?

I in’t much of a pet person. Besides, until recently I was a single father, and I couldn’t’ve handled looking after my child and a pet.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?

I in’t a big fan of most alcohols. Wine just about does it for me.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

I like t’ go hunting and fishing when the stars align. My pa used t’ take me if he ever won a big hand at cards when I was little when he’d have enough coin t’ be gone for a day or two. Fishing is really calming. I like just sitting by the stream for hours without much care.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

I try not to, but everyone’s made mistakes. I’m no exception.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Yes. Before becoming guard captain I was a guardsman like any other, and unfortunately that means sometimes I’ve had t’ use lethal force. There was a bandit attack when I was living in Brightscale that I helped defend against, and I killed some bandits during that raid, including the bandit captain leading the attack. That was my first really big battle.

14. What kind of animal are you?

I in’t an animal...

15. Name your worst habits?

When I fall deep asleep I tend t’ snore pretty loudly. Val used t’ joke about smothering me in my sleep just so she could get some sleep of her own.

I’ve also been described as having a “savior’s complex.” Like, I just want t’ help people. I don’t mean it in a bad way, but some people’ve responded less than favorably t’ me tryin’ t’ help.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Raz. My friend is trying so hard t’ make things right that he doesn’t realize he has already. I’m not sure I would’ve been able t’ step away from the life he was leading if our lives were switched. It takes a lot of willpower t’ stay away from stuff like that after falling into it.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

I’m straight.

18. Do you go to school?

No. When Raz and I ran away as teenagers that was the last I’d gone t’ school.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

I never want t’ marry again now that Mynai’s my wife, and I in’t losing her.

We’ve talked about having kids, and we both want to, but we’d have t’ be careful about when we do. Ariya’s normal has already been changed once in a pretty drastic way, and I’d want her t’ be ready and understand that she’d be having a little brother or sister. So, for now, Mynai and I are being careful t’ not conceive until everything’s right.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

None that I know of, but I do get t’ meet some grateful people around New Coalfell. They help the job feel rewarding.

21. What are you most afraid of?

Anything happening t’ my family. I went through the pain of losing one wife, and I couldn’t do it again. I don’t even want t’ think about losing my daughter.

22. What do you usually wear?

Just a white collared shirt and trousers at home. When I’m on patrol I wear my guardsman uniform with chain mail armor underneath. It’s good protection, but gets really hot in summers.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Okay, so Val used t’ own a bakery, and she used t’ make this one meal that I hadn’t heard of before her. It was, like, this dough that had tomatoes mashed into a sauce on it with cheese and some meats, all baked in a stone oven. Not really a pastry, and not really bread either. It was divine.

24. Am I annoying to you?

*shakes his head*

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Okay.

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

Middle I guess? We in’t struggling with our money, but we couldn’t buy some of them nicer places out there either.

27. How many friends do you have?

I’ve got a nice handful of friends; a strong community around me here.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Val and I would make pie in her bakery on days where I was off-duty sometimes.

29. Favorite drink?

Apple juice.

...oh, like alcoholic? Red wine.

30. What’s your favorite place?

Our home back when Val and I were living in Brightscale. It was a total wreck when I first showed up there, and Val got a lot of people t’ help me rebuild it after the bandit attack. It was right by a river, so when we were drifting off t’ sleep we could hear the water rushing by. We were also separated a bit from the rest of the town, so it was like our own small piece of paradise as a family. I loved the walk back t’ it from work.

Unfortunately Brightscale became a ghost town after the plague hit, and Ariya and I were forced t’ leave it behind when all the survivors migrated t’ Boulder. Val’s ashes are buried there. Sometime I’d like t’ take Ariya back, but I don’t know what that area’s even like anymore. Could be bandits in the area, or predators, or anything. I’d want t’ make sure it’s safe first.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

*Terasas points to his wedding ring*

32. That was a stupid question…

A little bit, no offense...

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Lake.

34. What’s your type?

Uh, my type? Honestly I in’t been with enough women t’ have a type, but if I had t’ say it’d be intelligent women who are outspoken. Confidence goes a long way for me, but not arrogance. She has t’ be kind too.

I tend t’ first notice a woman’s eyes first. I don’t know why, but a woman with beautiful eyes seems t’ be what catches my attention.

35. Any fetishes?

F...f-fetishes? N-no...I mean, everyone’s got things they enjoy doing in bed, but I don’t think it counts as a fetish...

Wait, what am I saying? None of this is your godsdamned business! No one needs t’ know I like doggyst...- wait, I didn’t say that before! Delete this part! Delete this p-

36. Camping or outdoors?

*Terasas straightens himself, brushing down his ruffled fur while clearing his throat* What was that? Camping or outdoors? Ooh, what a great, perfectly normal question like all the other ones you’ve asked so far.

Camping. When I feel like it’s safe out I like taking Ariya out for a few nights like my pa used to when I was little. She in’t a big fan of the hunting part of it, so I usually do that by myself along with the skinning and cleaning of the meat afterwards. We have a good time sitting around the fire afterwards eating together. I hope she enjoys it too. I know those memories of my own father mean so much t’ me, and I hope it’s the same for her.

#terasas #terasas feldspar #catfolk #khajiit #oc interview #tabaxi #coalfell #rogue: the razimarr quartz story #rogue #my writing #ask about my ocs #my ocs

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zephfair · 7 years ago

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Day 26 Grimmichi Selkie AU

Day 26: Selkie AU

Pairing: pre-Grimmjow/Ichigo

Rated T for canon type fighting

I’m sorry for appropriating the selkie legends and changing it up to better fit these guys.

A moment later, a human boy entered the small clearing that Grimmjow lay above and Grimmjow’s ears pricked with interest. The boy smelled good, for a human, and he was moving with strength and intent. Grimmjow wondered if he was brave enough to have entered the forest as a hunter.

When the boy unsheathed a sword, Grimmjow almost growled. But there were no creatures but him anywhere near the clearing. Why was the boy brandishing the weapon?

He lay there, watching the boy swing the sword and grunt and try again. It was obvious he didn’t know what he was doing, but Grimmjow was naturally curious and it looked like the kid might lose a foot any minute. He was a little disappointed when no mortal injuries occurred, and he yawned when the boy decided he’d had enough for the day and went back the way he’d come.

It didn’t occur to Grimmjow until later that night that he’d never once thought about eating the boy.

That was almost certainly the reason he picked out that tree again the next day for his afternoon nap. Only he wasn’t asleep when the scent wafted up to him, and his tail flicked in anticipation when he recognized the delicious smell of the same boy.

He strode determinedly into the clearing and took out the sword, going through the same motions he had the day before. Grimmjow watched until he could take it no more. The kid had some speed and raw strength, but he wasn’t going to improve his terrible technique fighting imaginary foes.

Grimmjow jumped down from the tree on silent feet and stood still behind the boy. Up close, the boy didn’t look as young as he’d thought, maybe what the humans would consider a young man on the cusp of adulthood. He was tall and nicely built but his hair was a brighter color than Grimmjow had ever seen.

The boy’s next wild stroke made him swing around, and he saw Grimmjow standing there.

Instead of fleeing like anyone with an ounce of self-preservation would, the boy steeled himself, gripped the sword tighter and attacked. Grimmjow admired that kind of ridiculous overconfidence in the face of nearly certain defeat.

Grimmjow dodged the first blow easily and skittered back out of range of the second. The fight soon became annoying and hopeless. Grimmjow had to go about half his normal speed and telegraph his moves so he didn’t accidentally slice the kid in half or crush his skull. But still, the boy kept fighting.

When the kid was breathing heavily and could barely swing the heavy sword anymore, Grimmjow took charge of the fight. He roared and charged, and when the boy slashed with the sword, Grimmjow easily disarmed him. The boy watched his sword fly across the clearing but still turned to face Grimmjow.

Grimmjow batted at him, knocking him to the ground easily with his heavy paw. The boy fell and Grimmjow pounced, using his weight to pin the boy on his stomach. When the body below him tensed, Grimmjow gently took the neck in his mouth and shook it.

It only made the boy struggle harder, and Grimmjow had to press down on him with the weight of his belly, trapping his legs and arms beneath him.

“Damn it, stop humping me and at least let me die with honor!” the kid wheezed.

Grimmjow let go of his neck in surprise. “I’m not humping you,” he said.

At last the boy’s body went stiff and motionless. “You...can talk?”

“Yes, I can talk, and I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re just going to what? Mount me and let me go on my way?” How the human could still be sarcastic when he was at Grimmjow’s mercy showed he had balls. Grimmjow liked that.

“I’m not gonna mount you. I was just trying to get you to surrender. You’re a stubborn little bastard.”

“I’m not little. Or a bastard. Now if you’re not going to molest or kill me, let me up.”

Grimmjow growled and opened his mouth over the back of the kid’s neck in warning. But he didn’t bite. Instead he huffed out and moved slowly, taking his bulk off the kid’s back. “I’m going to let you up, but I promise you, if you run, I’m not going to be so merciful.”

“Fine. Just let me up to breathe.” Grimmjow sat back, and the kid sucked in several deep breaths of air, rather dramatically, Grimmjow thought.

Then he swung around to face Grimmjow. “You can really talk?”

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. “I didn’t think you were stupid, but you’re making me change my mind.”

“It’s just, you don’t meet a talking big cat every day.”

“I guess not,” Grimmjow shrugged his powerful shoulders.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Who says I’m not going to?” Grimmjow flashed a fang at the boy. “Maybe I just enjoy toying with my food first, for added spice.”

“You’re an ass,” the boy said flatly.

“Well, you’re a terrible swordsman,” Grimmjow retorted. “Where’d you learn to fight? A baby teach you?”

The kid bristled. “Well excuse me for being a beginner. It’s my dad’s old sword but the king forbade us from having weapons. So if I want to learn how to fight, I have to do it in private. Dad can’t even know.”

“Well, you’re awful.”

“Thanks.”

Grimmjow ignored the even heavier sarcasm. “You’ve got decent speed and some raw talent but you’re lacking any kind of technique.”

“Again, I told you, I’m trying to teach myself!”

“Then you suck as a teacher <i>and</i> a student.”

“Is that why you attacked me?”

“I didn’t attack you!” Grimmjow said honestly. “I just came down to fight you. You attacked me.”

“Why did you want to fight me? Are you going to kill me or not?”

Grimmjow leaned his giant head down to the boy since seated he loomed over him. “Do you want me to?” When the boy froze and didn’t answer, Grimmjow said, “I won’t kill you until you’re stronger. I don’t enjoy killing prey unless they’re able to put up a fight.”

The kid looked at him with a strange expression. “What are you?”

“Grimmjow.”

“What’s a Grimmjow?”

“That’s my name,” Grimmjow growled.

“Oh,” the boy said. “I’m Ichigo. Are you one of the enchanted animals in the forest?”

“Ichigo,” Grimmjow repeated. “I’m not exactly enchanted and I’m not exactly an animal.”

Ichigo was still staring at him. “Huh. But why did you jump out at me?”

“I told you, I’ve been watching you. You suck.”

“Yeah, well, what are you going to do about it?” Ichigo challenged.

Grimmjow just stared back for a long moment. Ichigo finally snorted and got to his feet, and Grimmjow let him. “If you’re not going to kill me, I need to get home.”

Grimmjow pointedly turned his head the other way. “It makes no difference to me. I already told you, I’m not going to kill you when you’re this much weaker than me.”

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Ichigo picked up the sword and stalked away.

The kid’s —Ichigo’s—question rattled through him all night. What, if anything, was he going to do about it? Could he do anything about it? He was a skilled killer and a super-strong fighter, but in his cat skin, he was limited to show Ichigo anything about how humans should fight. And Ichigo definitely needed a hands-on opponent to actually learn anything.

He paced restlessly when Shawlong entered his territory toward morning. “We haven’t seen you in days, Grimmjow,” he said to his old friend.

“I’ve been busy,” Grimmjow answered and kept pacing.

Shawlong shut his eyes and swayed a bit. “I sense human. There was a human here. But there is no sign of blood or offal. What happened?”

“A kid, trying to teach himself how to fight. He’s terrible at it.”

“Grimmjow, what are you doing?

Grimmjow stopped pacing and looked up at him. “I have an idea.”

“Don’t do it,” Shawlong told him immediately after he explained. “Is one little human boy worth the risk?”

Grimmjow’s switching tail betrayed his ire and frustration. “He’s not a little boy,” he said reluctantly. “He has the potential to be a good fighter, with time and instruction.”

“And you are ever looking for a fight,” Shawlong sighed. “I would tell you again, don’t do it. But if you do, then take every precaution.”

“I know,” Grimmjow said irritably. “Now get out of here while I make up my mind.”

In the end, Grimmjow didn’t decide what to do until he smelled Ichigo coming back to the clearing the next afternoon.

Then he peeled off his cat skin and stepped out of it, folded it gently, carefully hid it a tree’s hollow, and stood in the center of the clearing as a man. He waited as Ichigo came hurrying into the clearing then promptly covered his eyes and tripped.

“I’m going to teach you how to fight,” Grimmjow said proudly.

“Who the hell are you?” Ichigo shouted.

Grimmjow glared at him, hands on his hips, body braced for battle. “I told you yesterday. I’m Grimmjow.”

Ichigo peeked at him between his fingers. “Is that you? The big cat from yesterday? How are you a man now?”

Grimmjow knew better than to trust and tell a human the truth so he waggled his fingers and said, “Enchanted magic, obviously. Now, let’s fight.”

Ichigo yelped, and Grimmjow got even more impatient. “What’s the matter with your eyes?”

“You’re naked!”

Grimmjow frowned down at himself. “So?”

“I’m not fighting you like that! It’s too…distracting.”

“Why don’t you just take off your clothes too and we’ll be even,” Grimmjow said slyly.

Ichigo all but quivered with anger. “No pants, no fight.”

Grimmjow sighed. “Fine then. Give me your pants.”

“Oh for hell’s sake,” and Ichigo took off running back the way he’d come. Grimmjow would have given chase, but since Ichigo had dropped the bag he was carrying, he figured he’d return. He lounged in the grass of the clearing until Ichigo came back and dropped a pair of pants on his head.

Grimmjow frowned at them and sniffed. “These aren’t yours.”

“No, they’re my dad’s. Now get them on and let’s fight.”

“Finally,” Grimmjow grinned and obeyed.

They fought and trained every day Ichigo could get away from his responsibilities at home. Grimmjow tried to teach him the basic moves and techniques of fighting hand-to-hand even though he had to work at adapting them to human limitations. And although he didn’t use a sword, Grimmjow still provided Ichigo with some fundamentals and gave him an opponent to react against.

And Ichigo forced him to keep the pants.

When Ichigo dropped to the ground in exhaustion or required a break for food and drink, Grimmjow slumped beside him and they talked. Ichigo told him about how the kingdom was in the middle of a war, and how Lord Aizen had named himself king, thanks in part to his ban on weapons for the commoners.

Ichigo had found the sword his father had stashed away, and he told Grimmjow every session how he just wanted to be strong enough to protect his family and loved ones. Grimmjow just challenged him to fight harder.

Those times were some of the happiest for Grimmjow who had been used to the endless days of hunting for sustenance with nothing to motivate him. Now he cast off his skin on a whim and even lurked nearer the small village where Ichigo and his family lived.

At first Ichigo was appalled and refused to spar with Grimmjow that close to the village, but he soon smuggled Grimmjow a shirt and shared food when they took a break from training. Ichigo informed him that he’d never fit in with the villagers because of his bright blue hair and facial markings, and Grimmjow said that it didn’t seem to be a problem for Ichigo and his unnaturally flaming hair. But that conversation devolved into a rough and tumble roll through a wheat field and never resolved their argument.

Then one evening when Grimmjow left Ichigo worn out beside the stream, covered in mud but smiling tiredly, he was hungrier than usual. He returned to the hollow of the tree where he left his skin to put it on and hunt more efficiently, but it was gone.

He checked again and again, but it was not in the hollow. He made sure it was the right tree. He checked the ground and nearby trees. But there was no sign of his cat skin.

Grimmjow threw his head back and roared.

Shawlong and Ilfordt found him first, running in a frenzy through the forest, tearing apart trees and screaming, searching for his skin.

But when they approached, he shouted at them, and they froze, unable or unwilling to get any closer. “You are human, now,” Shawlong said quietly.

“You are trapped as a human, until you can find your skin,” Ilfordt said, backing away.

Grimmjow raged alone through the night until he found himself on the fringes of the forest the next morning, the quiet village slowly coming awake in front of him. He thought he had only one choice and with a deep, steadying breath, he committed himself.

He ran to the house he’d seen Ichigo enter and burst inside. Ichigo's family sat around a table, still and silent as statues as they stared at the intruder. Only Ichigo jumped to his feet and demanded, “Grimmjow, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

As Grimmjow shook with fury and tried to explain, Ichigo managed to get him to sit and pushed some food and drink to him. But Grimmjow couldn’t eat, too enraged to do anything but call for revenge on whoever stole his skin.

“We’ll find it. Somehow,” Ichigo promised, even though he had no idea how they would accomplish it.

His brash overconfidence actually calmed Grimmjow a little, and he realized that he’d come to consider Ichigo a worthy partner of some kind.

“First, we should question the villagers. Even though I don’t think any of them would do it, someone might have found it by accident and taken it home,” Ichigo said.

“We can help,” his little sister Yuzu offered. “No one will be suspicious if we ask around.”

“Thanks, you guys,” Ichigo said gratefully, but Karin snorted.

“We’ll let you know how much it’s going to cost you,” she said.

Isshin insisted that Grimmjow try to eat and drink then ordered him to lie down and rest. Ichigo stayed in the house with him to make sure he didn’t try running through the village upsetting people himself.

But the girls returned that afternoon with bad news—no one in the village had seen anything like Grimmjow’s cat skin.

“Then Ganju said that he’s seen someone strange wandering around the past few days,” Karin told them. “He said it looked like that weird gray-haired guy who came through here once with Lord Aizen. You remember? The one who was always smiling?”

“I remember,” Ichigo said. “Do you think he was spying for Aizen?”

Karin shrugged. “That’s what Ganju thought, anyway. Either that or he’s trying to figure out how to get more taxes out of us.”

Grimmjow had been looking from one to the other, and he slammed his fist on the table. “Well, if we know who it was, why don’t we go after him?”

“We’ll have to,” Ichigo sighed but his father held up a hand.

“How do you plan to do that? You know Lord Aizen is always surrounded by his warriors the Espada, and I’m sure that extends to his advisers as well,” Isshin said.

“I don’t know, but we’ll think of something. We have to. Grimmjow needs it.”

Isshin looked from his son to Grimmjow and how they had eyes only for each other, and he sighed, already able to see what they hadn’t even admitted yet.

“In that case, maybe it’s time I introduced you to some old friends of mine.”

Isshin sent Ichigo and Grimmjow to the capital with strict instructions to seek out Kisuke Urahara. It took all of Ichigo's wits and most of his strength to even get Grimmjow that far without him wanting to fight every single person who looked at him the wrong way.

Urahara took one look at them and welcomed them into his shabby shop. And introduced them to an entire secret society that was working underground to fight against Aizen and his tyranny.

They willingly accepted Ichigo into the group even as Grimmjow looked on jealously.

“I still can’t believe my dad was part of a revolutionary party back in the day,” Ichigo told Grimmjow during one of the few times they were alone.

“This is all great and good, but what are we doing to get my skin back?” Grimmjow demanded.

“Soon,” Ichigo promised. “You wanna go to Urahara’s training ground and spar?”

“Hell yeah,” Grimmjow’s spirits temporarily lifted.

Then the Shinigami, as they called themselves, decided they would rise up against Aizen on the day of his next public address to the people, and Ichigo was made a part of the attack plan. Grimmjow refused to take a role but went along to protect Ichigo.

As soon as Grimmjow saw Aizen, the plan almost went to hell. Ichigo froze at the sight of the ruler standing on the stage, waving at the crowd.

Wrapped around his neck and draping down his back like a cape was the white skin Grimmjow was seeking.

“I’m going to kill him,” Grimmjow muttered, and only Ichigo's vise grip on his arm kept him from storming the stage.

“We’ll take care of him,” Ichigo promised, speaking low into Grimmjow’s ear. “We’ll get your skin back.”

Grimmjow growled, but he allowed Ichigo to lead him into place. When the word came from the Shinigami, all hell broke loose.

They attacked all at once, their best fighters taking on Aizen’s elite Espada while still others fought against Aizen’s guards. To the shock of most of them, Aizen and his two closest advisers didn’t even flee—they simple stood on the stage and watched in what seemed like amusement, as if the revolt were a drama playing out solely for their entertainment.

Ichigo found himself in a fight with one of the Espada and rapidly losing ground. The man was small, thin and very white, but he fought with a ferocity and ruthlessness that rivaled Grimmjow at his best.

Although Ichigo fought with all his strength, he was soon injured and pushed back out of the rest of the fray by the Espada. As the Espada raised his sword for the finishing blow, Grimmjow struck him from behind with a stolen sword.

The Espada turned and started fighting with Grimmjow while Ichigo struggled to stand. He watched in horror as Grimmjow learned how to defend himself with a sword as the battle raged. Then Grimmjow suddenly leaned closer to the Espada when their swords were locked.

“You. You’re like me,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.

“I don’t know what you mean,” the Espada said.

“You’re not human. You aren’t meant to be fighting in that skin,” Grimmjow said then parried quickly as the Espada went right for his throat.

“It is none of your business.”

“It damned well is my business as long as that bastard wears my skin around his neck.”

At that revelation, the Espada paused, allowing Grimmjow another blow and he pressed his advantage. “Does Aizen hold your skin, too? Are you trapped here by him?”

The Espada didn’t answer as he countered Grimmjow’s wild strikes. Then he said quietly, “Those whose skins he holds cannot fight against him.”

Grimmjow almost dropped his sword and Ichigo swore quietly. “Does that mean all the Espada are being held hostage by him?” Ichigo asked, just loudly enough that the two could hear him.

The Espada’s silence said it all. Grimmjow smiled savagely and said, “If you cannot fight him without punishment, what if you were to refuse to fight <i>for</i> him instead? If these men win, you can get your skins back and be free of Aizen forever.”

Another huge Espada crashed through the frantic crowd and raised his sword to Ichigo. Grimmjow shouted a warning just in time for Ichigo to block it, barely.

To his astonishment, the white Espada who was fighting Grimmjow suddenly stepped back lightning fast and sheathed his sword. “Yammy, we are retreating,” he said to the large man. “Tell the others. Although we cannot raise a hand to Aizen, there is nothing to say we cannot stand back and allow him to lose.”

It seemed to take minutes for the meaning to sink into the large man’s mind, but then he grinned cruelly. “I’ll spread the word,” he said and threw himself back into the crowd.

The white Espada inclined his head at Ichigo and Grimmjow then darted into the castle.

“Come on,” Grimmjow caught Ichigo around the waist and supported him until he got his breath back. “Let’s go get that bastard.”

As the Espada got the word and faded away, and the crowd of frantic onlookers escaped, the courtyard began to empty except for clusters of fighters.

Aizen saw them coming before they reached the stage. “Ah, you must be the one who provided me with this fine skin. It truly is magnificent enough for a king,” he said.

Grimmjow leaped at him but crumpled before he made it halfway. Aizen laughed. “Didn’t the Espada tell you? You cannot harm me as long as I hold your skin. You will become my slave and fight for me just as they do.”

“Like hell,” Grimmjow swore and knelt up just as Ichigo vaulted over him.

“He’ll never fight for you,” Ichigo shouted as his sword plunged toward Aizen’s chest.

Tousen’s sword parried Ichigo’s instead. Ichigo gritted his teeth and jumped back to swing again. Grimmjow’s hand closed on his shoulder.

“I might not be able to touch Aizen, but that doesn’t apply to his henchmen. Let me take him,” Grimmjow said, murder lighting up his eyes.

Ichigo moved out of the way and turned to face Aizen. Several of the strongest Shinigami rushed the stage behind him.

Then Ichigo attacked. Aizen had produced a sword and showed off the moves that marked him a master swordsman. But Ichigo had learned from a cheating, homicidal maniac who only ever had winning on his mind, and to the shock of all the onlookers, Ichigo began to overpower him. Slowly but surely, he pushed Aizen back, and then, with one mighty stroke, he disarmed him.

Aizen still wore his smug smile even as Ichigo held his blade to his throat. “Will you really kill me, Shinigami? None of you has the courage. You’ll throw the country back into chaos and civil war without my leadership. None of our allies’ leaders will accept an overthrow of my government.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to keep you alive as a figurehead for now,” Urahara said from behind Aizen. As Aizen turned to look at him, Urahara clamped something around his neck. Aizen slumped to the ground, his eyes glazed and lifeless.

“Not dead,” Urahara said to the outcry, “just in a dream-like world where time has no meaning. Until we can figure out what to do with him.”

Ichigo was already clawing at Aizen’s throat underneath Urahara’s device, trying to free Grimmjow’s skin. When it came unfastened, he pulled it off Aizen and held it, warm and heavy and feeling somehow so familiar.

He turned to where Grimmjow had just overpowered Tousen and was snarling at the Shinigami trying to take Tousen captive. Ichigo rushed over to him.

“Grimmjow, it’s here. Look, it’s yours,” Ichigo babbled, holding the living weight of the skin out to him in trembling hands.

Grimmjow was shaking, too, when he accepted his skin and brought it up to his face. He closed his eyes and stroked it gently.

Then he handed it back to Ichigo in front of all the Shinigami and fighters.

“It’s said that whoever holds the skin of a selkie holds their heart. And since you already have that, you might as well take this too. I don’t have any other use for it.” Grimmjow’s voice was gruff but steady as he looked into Ichigo's eyes.

Ichigo accepted the skin and buried his face in it. Then he buried his face in Grimmjow’s chest, the skin clutched between them. “We’ll hold it together,” he promised. “You’ll always be free to come and go, however you please.”

“It would please me to be with you,” Grimmjow said in a low voice, just for the two of them.

Ichigo leaned up and kissed him.

And so Ichigo refused to accept a position with the Shinigami in the capital and went back to his village where he and Grimmjow could live and fight together. The Espada regained their skins and were never heard from again.

They all lived happily ever after.

The end

#my fic #my 30 days #slowly but surely #this one is totally weak

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teefa85 · 7 years ago

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Title: First Holiday Fandom: Tales of Destiny 2 Characters: Kyle and Judas mostly, but the others do appear (especially at the start) Genre: Family fluff Rating: PG Warning: None Summary: The team is spending Christmas in Cresta, and Judas doesn’t seem all that excited. Kyle wants to give his friend the best Christmas of his life! Notes: Secret Santa for @minonott. I wanted to do something with Kyle, Judas, and Christmas, since the prompts just meshed. I love the thought of Kyle helping to make up for Judas’ inadequate childhood.

A massive snowstorm hit Cresta, just as Kyle and his allies were getting ready to leave for their final battle against Elraine and Fortuna. While it prevented the team from taking off, that was actually a blessing in disguise. What Kyle hadn’t realized, being so busy dealing with his conflicted emotions, was that Christmas was the next day! He would be able to spend the holiday with his mother before they headed off into battle.

Soon, however, Reala asked a surprising question. “Umm…Kyle? What’s…Christmas?”

“Ah! That’s right!” he exclaimed. “You wouldn’t know. Well…it’s a time to spend with family. We give each other gifts to show just how much we care, and Mom cooks enough food to feed an army! Oh! And Santa Clause will visit overnight, bringing presents to all the good children in the world!”

She seemed quite curious about every part of the holiday. And Kyle was grateful for the snow delaying their mission. Since Reala was going to vanish after they defeated Fortuna…this was her only chance to experience Christmas.

Kyle exclaimed, “Okay then! We’re all going to have an amazing holiday! I’m sure Mom won’t mind the additional guests…”

“Maybe I could help with the cooking, due to all the extra mouths to feed,” Nanaly offered.

Loni added, “I’ll go get some stuff from the store since we’ll need more food.”

“And I am going to set a trap for this…Santa Clause!” Harold stated. “We had a very similar holiday back in my day, but there was no person like that around. If he has the power to visit everyone in the world in a single night…I want to study how he does it!”

She rushed off with purpose before anyone could stop her. Loni thought it better to just warn Rutee about their friend’s crazy idea…talking Harold down was a fruitless endeavor. Nanaly decided she could do that when she was helping with the meal preparations. They both left, as did Reala.

Through it all, Judas remained his position leaning against the wall. As out of sight as he could manage, Kyle thought. Which he didn’t blame his friend for. After all…his mother was someone who might actually recognize the masked swordsman as Leon Magnus. That might not be the best of reunions, considering what their last encounter had been…

“I don’t need to be involved in these festivities,” commented Judas. “It’s not like I’ve really ever cared about them before.”

Confused, Kyle asked, “What about when you were a kid? Didn’t you ever stay up late waiting for Santa, or write letters to him?”

“Never. I didn’t exactly have the most normal of upbringings,” was his reply.

Judas left his answer at that and left the room. However, the lack of details only made Kyle all the more curious. What kind of heartless situation would rob a child of Christmas? If Judas wasn’t going to answer that…well, there was little Kyle could do about that.

However, there was one thing in his power to do! And that was to give his friend the best Christmas any person ever had!

* * *

“Let’s see…new earrings for Reala, new arrowheads for Nanaly, some of Loni’s favorite cologne, and some of those little bottles Harold uses for science.”

Kyle left the store, large bag in his hand. He had wanted to get each of his friends something for the holidays, just to show his appreciation. Thankfully, most of the group was easy to shop for, knowing what they like. But that still left Judas…someone who didn’t talk about himself a whole lot. Besides his desire for atonement and to help Kyle out…the youth didn’t really know what sort of things he liked!

“Maybe I could ask Mom…no! She’d get suspicious if I took a sudden interest in the historical traitor. And if Judas doesn’t want to tell her, or anyone else, then I can’t tell them…”

Lost in thought, Kyle ended up at the weapon shop. Was there something in there he could give to Judas? Sure, he had a good sword already. But…something else relating to weapons…?

“Mom always had that battered old sheath that she kept in memory of Atwight. Could Judas want an extra sheath to remember his Swordian with? It’s the best thing I can think of, and yet it doesn’t even feel like a good present. Still…it’s the thought that counts…right? Even Mom loved it when all I could do was color her a picture!”

He entered the store, his eyes soon falling upon a wide brimmed purple sheath. Silver lining adorned both the opening and the bottom, with small vine-like tendrils twirling outward. There was even an attached chain with a tiny pewter wolf on the end…

“That would look great with Judas’ outfit! I’m going to get it for him!”

* * *

Judas sighed as he headed upstairs to the room he was sharing with Kyle and Loni. The whole house was abuzz with this stupid holiday! What had Christmas ever done for him? It was just another day for him growing up. Okay…Marian had given him a present every year. But she could easily pick any other day of the year and it would be the same thing!

“I’m just going to go to sleep and not leave the room all day tomorrow. All those kids yelling about presents is just going to give me a major headache��”

Kyle was already asleep by that point, mumbling something about pie and his mother’s strawberry cake! Judas was torn between drooling at the thought and worrying about how horrible anything Rutee made could be. Then again…Kyle and his many adoptive siblings hadn’t been poisoned by her cooking yet, so she probably did know how to…

“No…I am not going down this train of thought! I’ll quietly bring some food upstairs and not risk her getting a closer look at me. The last thing I need is for Rutee to know I’m alive!”

But what in the world was all that paper doing strewn about the room? Or the pieces of ribbon, for that matter? Must be more Christmas stuff for his adoptive siblings. Certainly, there wasn’t anything for himself in there! It wasn’t as if he was a child who needed a present, or someone Kyle knew well enough to actually buy something for…

…still, it would have been nice…

* * *

Judas awoke to the loud sounds of pans banging together. Or…a ladle and frying pan! Accompanied by Rutee yelling for Kyle to get out of bed. The young swordsman quickly threw his covers over his head, using the distraction to put his mask back on before he was seen.

“Mooom…this is earlier than normal…,” groaned the teen.

Rutee snapped, “You said you wanted to give your friends their Christmas presents. And you know once the kids wake up they’ll be all over the place. So, if you want to do this in peace, you have to get up even before them.”

It was then that she noticed Judas, throwing his blankets off of his head. Unfortunately, the fabric caught itself on the spike on the left side of his mask. Kyle was struggling not to giggle, since it was a rare thing to see Judas so undignified.

“Do you need help with that?” Rutee inquired.

“I’m fine!” Judas grumbled, trying to muffle his voice with the blanket. “Just not awake yet!”

She gave a knowing smile. “Well, you two better hurry downstairs if you want any breakfast! Once the kids get up…they’ll eat all the crumb cake!”

Judas hid his smile at the thought of a cake he could eat for breakfast. Hopefully he wasn’t being too obvious about the whole thing. Rutee could be quite perceptive…when she wanted to be! It didn’t help that, being her brother, he looked a hell of a lot like her!

As Rutee left the room, Kyle let out a small yawn. But he got out of bed, and helped Judas too his feet. “C’mon! I got gifts for everyone, so we need to go downstairs…”

“You didn’t have to do that…,” Judas muttered.

“Of course I did!” was Kyle’s excited reply. “You’re my friend too! And if nobody ever gave you a real Christmas before, that means I need to make up for it now!”

The young fencer’s stoic face hid his true emotions. Thankfully, Kyle took it as Judas just trying to process everything. He held his friend’s hand and walked with him to the common area downstairs. Where they found the rest of their friends already waiting…

“Everyone!” Kyle called, helping Judas sit on one of the cushions. “I just wanted to say how happy I am to have you all as friends! I’m grateful for the support you gave me on my journey…I would never truly understand what being a hero was all about if I didn’t have you. So, since we’re spending this Christmas together, I just wanted to give each of you a present…”

He went under the tree, pulling gifts out one by one. Judas was numb with shock as a long cylindrical object was put into his hands. He slowly ripped into the paper, noting that so much of it hung loose upon the package. Not that it surprised Judas that Kyle wasn’t the best at wrapping gifts. But it wasn’t as if the paper was important.

“Kyle! They’re beautiful!” Reala shrieked out, throwing Judas from his reverie.

Sighing, Judas muttered, “It’s just amazing what something so simple can…”

It was then that he finished peeling away the paper, seeing just what it was that Kyle had got him. A sheath, roughly about the size as the one he used to carry Chaltier in. The same shade of purple as his cloak. Silver lining like vines. While it wouldn’t really fit the sword he used currently, he could still tell where Kyle was coming from.

“Ah! I hope that works,” the younger boy cried out. “I mean…I don’t know what size Chaltier was. But Mom still keeps the sheath she used to hold Atwight in, to keep her memory. And since you didn’t seem to have one for him when you had to let him go…”

Judas whispered his thanks, so low they could barely hear him. Kyle might have intelligence that could be politely described as clumsy, and be impossible to wake up in the morning. However, no one could deny that he had a big heart. That he would do anything for his friends. And his mind worked best when it was finding out ways to do something nice for other people.

At that point, Loni exclaimed, “Wow! Looks like Judas has another present here. And this wrapping job is way too nice to be Kyle’s!”

“That’s not funny, Loni!” cried his little brother. “But…wow! I know I only got one gift for each of my friends. Did any of you guys buy something?”

One by one, the rest of the team denied involvement. Though they were all clearly interested in seeing Judas open it. Maybe they could figure it out after opening the box. Each of the five looked in closely, causing their irritable friend to groan.

“Okay! I’ll see what’s in the box if it’ll make you all back off!”

They gave him space, watching as Judas slowly ripped paper away from the container it held. With that out of the way, he pulled off the top. And let out a very uncharacteristic gasp! There were home made cookies, pieces of chocolate cake, chocolate dipped strawberries. Not only that…but a tiny pie tin held wat appeared to be a flan!

“Whoa! Judas! I didn’t know you liked sweets like this!” Kyle cried out. “I should have gotten you some snacks in addition to the sheath!”

He stated, voice shaky, “None of you are supposed to know about this! Who in the world would have even thought to buy something like this for me?!”

“Maybe Santa wanted to wish you a very merry Christmas,” suggested his younger friend.

As Judas denied that Santa would be getting anything for him, he was unaware of Rutee watching the whole scene from the top of the stairs. She smiled, letting out a low giggle. It was quite unusual to see her son’s serious and brooding friend so flustered. No…it was extremely unusual to see her fool of a brother as anything but composed!

“If he doesn’t want to cut out the act and tell me that it’s him, then Leon can spend his time being confused as to who might have got him such treats! He thinks that silly mask can actually hide his face well enough that I wouldn’t recognize him. I just haven’t said anything because I don’t feel like fighting with him over it. Not when I’m sure he’s doing his best to protect my son…”

She took one look back, noticing Judas was eating one of the cookies. And that Kyle was presenting him with some of her breakfast cakes. He looked so…well she didn’t see close enough to know if he was happy. But comfortable being around the others.

And as his sister…that was enough to put a big smile upon Rutee’s face!

#Tales of Destiny 2 #talessecretsanta2017

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libralita · 4 years ago

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Truths and Roses have Thorns About Them | Chapter 9

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Summary: The Marchen Tavern draws in many strange characters from all across Angielle and beyond. While it may bring wonder and mystery to those who stop, it does make keeping staff members a challenge. However, Fella Treslyn is up to the task of being the Marchen’s new cook. But is really ready to deal with all the antics it has to offer?

“…Why do you smell like Miss Karma’s perfume?” Fella’s voice was hollow. She was trying to process what this meant. Her mind immediately went to they were somehow involved together.

But no…Klaude was in pain, just like Karma. “I…” His voice sounded strained. “Fella…please…”

“Klaude.” Fella said, moving away from him. “Are you Miss Karma?”

Fella could only hear the sounds of the lapping water and Klaude’s breathing. It was heavier than normal.

“Please.” She begged. “Answer me.”

“I am.”

Fella stood up. Every moment she had with Klaude—Karma—both of them were flipped upside down.

“Fella, wait.” He said, taking her hand.

“No.” She said, shaking him off and turned to him. “Klaude, you lied to me this entire time.” She felt the need to move, to process this information. “I trusted you, Klaude. I have never told anyone that entire story. I never told anyone—not even Dion—I hated my family. I trusted you. I…” I was falling in love with you. “Miss Karma was the first closest friend I ever had and she was a lie.”

“She is me. I was still me when I was Miss Karma. It is just a disguise.”

“But I didn’t know that!” Fella said and she let out a sob.

“Fella, I couldn’t tell you.”

“At beginning sure,” Fella said, wiping at her eyes. “But we’re friends. And…who else knows?”

He did not reply but she could figure out herself. Everyone at the Marchen. She felt so stupid.

Fella turned and started leaving. Klaude desperately cried out. “Fella, you’re going the wrong way!” Logically she knew he meant well by this but it felt like he was treated her like a silly little girl who didn’t know how to get from place to another.

“I’m not going to the Marchen!” She said, making her way to Dion’s home.

“Fella!” It was Garlan’s voice, she did not stop. However, him having stupidly long legs caught up to her easily and took her arm. She shook him off. “Hey wait a minute.”

“I’m not going back to the Marchen tonight.”

“I know, I just want to walk you back. Karma…you found about him.”

“Of course you and Jurien knew,” Fella said, continuing to walk and Garlan kept up with her. “Everyone at the Marchen but I know.”

“Not everyone. Just some of the cursed, Jurien and I.” Garlan said. “You know what happens when he doesn’t have is disguise on?”

“Yes.”

“Well, he needs to keep up the illusion so not many people know.”

“Yes, I know. If any woman who is not cursed, a witch or a fairy will fall madly in love with him.” She said, turning to Garlan and stopped. Then waved her hand in front of her face. “Except I can’t see his face and he knows that.”

“Fella…I know you’re upset and you have every right to be. He wasn’t being honest with you.” Garlan put a hand on her shoulder, she took a deep breath and did not shake it off. “But, Karma really does care about you. Whether he’s dressed as a woman or not. And I’ve never seen him so…heartbroken before.”

Fella pursued her lips but continued on her way to Dion’s place. They walked together mostly in silence. “Thank you for walking me.” She said quietly before knocking on the door and being welcomed in.

Fella returned to the Marchen the next morning. She went straight to the back door to the kitchen and began working. Ultimately, Klaude’s secret was his own and she could respect everyone for keeping it for him. She could not appreciate him keeping it from her.

“Good morning, Fella!” Annice said happily. “Oh. Are you okay?”

“I will live.” She said, continuing to prep. “Is the menu updated?”

Fella and Annice worked, but the kitchen was not as lively as it once had been. Though they got everything done. Fella informed Annice that she will be taking her break and then went up to her room. She really did not want to talk to anyone right now.

She stood in her room and felt a sob bubble form in her chest. “No.” She told herself. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. She was not going to cry.

Fella made her way to her useless vanity and felt her books. One was not lined up with the rest. Instead, it was alone on her vanity. Beauty and the Beast. She opened it up felt for the pages with paints on it. She found the one where it was the rose. She ran her hands along with it. She remembered the rose decorated cupcake she had made for Karma. And the one she gave Klaude.

Then she heard her door opened. “Who’s there?” She said sounding more panicked than annoyed.

“It’s me. Lucette.”

Fella sighed, closing her book. “Don’t you knock, Princess?”

Lucette did not answer, instead, she closed the door behind her. “What’s wrong with Karma?”

“I discovered last night that Miss Karma lied about who she was to me. That she is the swordsman who helped us both.” Fella said.

“Oh.” Lucette said.

“Yeah.”

“…Are you two going to make up?”

“I don’t know, Lucette,” Fella said sounding frustrated. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“Does it really matter that Karma is a man?” No one calls Klaude “Klaude”, perhaps I am the only one who told—stop it.

“I don’t care if Karma is a man or a woman. I do not care that he pretended to be a woman in the beginning. I understand why he must do that. However, what I do care about is that he never told me.”

Lucette was quiet for a moment. “Do you remember what you told me about our parents?”

“No.” Fella said softly.

“Even though your parents and my father treated us unfairly that people can change and be forgiven. What Karma did to you was unfair and wrong. He shouldn’t have lied to you. We all knew it as well. Jurien and Garlan were pestering him to tell you. But…” Lucette went quiet again. “Think about Garlan. He was afraid to confess to Jurien about his feelings. He was worried he would ruin the relationship. That might have been what Karma was feeling.”

Fella thought about being stubborn and saying how those two scenarios were not the same. How Garlan was confessing his love for Jurien and Klaude was confessing his lie. But instead, she said nothing. Trying to be fairer towards Klaude.

She felt for the Beauty and the Beast book and felt the leather cover. “I just…need time.” Fella said.

“Okay,” Lucette said. They were quiet for a few moments before Lucette walked over. She stood there and Fella was starting to wonder what she was doing when she felt two arms wrap around her. Lucette felt awkward and tense and even a little bony. But Fella still hugged her back.

Fella laid awake in her bed. She did not sleep well the previous night and tonight seemed no different.

…thump…

Did she…just hear something? It was a very small sound but she could have sworn she heard it. She waited to see if she heard anything else. Nothing.

I should just go back to bed. She told herself and yet she was climbing out of her bed and carefully opened the door. She was hit with the smell of sweat. She was so close to someone she could feel their body heat.

“…fella…”

It was soft and raspy. But it was unmistakably…

“Klaude…?”

#cinderella phenomenon #Karma Cinderella Phenomenon #klaude almonte

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thisisarealtagwhy · 8 years ago

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Day Five: Epic Moments

Okay, so this is longer than the last one - it’s about 2500 words - and i was going to just post it and give y’all the link cos i wanted to do it over 3 chapters but screw it,

“Look at that symbol pirates!” Spandam cries condescendingly, pointing above the building to the flag flying in the wind.

“That mark represents the unity of over 170 nations in the four seas and the Grand Line! Do you understand how insignificant you are to stand against us?” Spandam sneers, “Do you understand how big of an organisation was after her!?”

Robin is trembling, Luffy can tell despite the gap between them.

He understands now.

He gets why she wants them to leave.

After hearing about a Buster Call…

He has no doubt that he would be in a similar state if his entire island burned down.

Having the trash pile burned down when he was younger had really stuck in his head and he used to be terrified of the fire. The feeling of helplessness being trapped by sky high orange flames, the heat too hot to breathe.

And then the pirates had come out of the fire, changed. They lost their sanity, so, he knew a little about what it was like to deal with a fear of something like that.

Then Ace had become fire and he wasn’t scared of the flames anymore, the oppressive feeling whenever he saw fire vanished.

But to have your island burned down to ground with no survivors…

It was a magnitude of grief and horror he hadn’t felt. Period.

It was the World Government that did this…

“I get it now, Robin’s enemy.” He murmurs gently, Robin and Ace aren’t all that different in that regard, he thinks. “Sogeking.”

“Hm?”

Luffy thinks that Sogeking might actually be Usopp but that’s okay, if his friend wants to help without ‘being there’ then who is he to deny Usopp the right? A captain? No, Robin was his friend so he has the right to help.

“Shoot that flag.”

His voice is steady, calm, despite the absolute rage he feels as Robin trembles, caught up in her own memories.

“Roger that.” Sogeking says. “New weapon: the great pachinko, called kabuto! Carefully observe its’ power!”

Spandam looks confused, Luffy smirks, why on earth would they care that the World Government was after Robin!? That would just increase their resolve to protect her.

They’re already wanted after all.

“Ultimate Fire Bird Star!”

The bird is more like a phoenix, Luffy thinks, and if he were in any other circumstance he would be starry eyed. But he has to be firm right now so he watches in satisfaction as the World Government flag burns freely.

Spandam’s eyes are literally popping out of his head and Robin looks like she’s about to start crying again. “No way…”

Luffy hears the din of the marines behind them crying if the pirates know the meaning of what they just did.

He snorts, of course they do, they just declared war against the World Government of course.

“Are you bastards insane!?” Spandam shrieks, looking red in the face. “Don’t you dare to even dream that you’d survive having the world as your enemy!”

“I’d be happy to live with that!” Luffy screams back, letting his rage pour into his voice.

Robin starts to cry again but Luffy knows she has made her decision.

But, she might need a gentle push in the right direction… “Robin!! I haven’t heard it from you yet!”

She looks confused. “Say you wanna live!” He cries it as loud as he can, because Robin deserves to live.

She still looks confused for a few moments and his heart breaks a little. Then she begins to cry harder and yells back “I wanna live!”

It comes out garbled from her tears but Luffy smiles because she understands.

Luffy doesn’t understand.

He was hurting so godamn much when he finally defeated Moria but now he’s right as rain.

And what’s weirder is that Zoro is down, Zoro is down and Chopper doesn’t have high hopes for the swordsman.

Luffy does, because the swordsman made a promise and he won’t break it. Zoro wouldn’t.

But it’s still weird so he asks Sanji.

“Oi~! Sanji!” He cried, flinging himself at the still healing cook.

Sanji, to his credit, only hisses a little and resumes his cooking. “What?”

“Why is Zoro so broken up?” He asks, wondering why Sanji’s body tenses up at the question.

“Nothing, nothing happened at all.” Sanji murmurs, eyes glazing over at some unseen memory, but Luffy frowns at that because Sanji is lying and Sanji almost never lies.

He might be an idiot and falls for dumb pranks but he knows when his nakama are lying to him.

Sanji knows what happened to Zoro, but for some reason he doesn’t want to tell him.

So Luffy unwraps his limbs from Sanji and races over to where Nami is drinking some liquor and making rough estimations of her money. “Ne Nami!”

“What do you want?” She asks, seemingly less-violent than other times, it must be all the treasure…

“Do you know why Zoro’s so beaten up?” His eyes seem to plead with her but she shrugs.

“Sorry Luffy, I don’t know… It would be nice to know why you’re fine but Zoro is in this state…” She murmurs and Luffy pouts.

Nami is telling the truth, he can tell.

“Okay.” He muttered dejectedly, deciding to choose Robin next, she’s smart so she’ll probably know.

“Robin!” Thankfully she isn’t far, she’s sitting closer to Zoro’s bed and quietly sipping a drink.

“Yes Luffy?” She smiles.

“Can you tell me what happened to Zoro?” He asks, noticing immediately when she seems to shut down behind her eyes.

“Fufufu, I would if I knew, sencho-san.” She laughs daintily and he frowns because,

Robin only ever calls him sencho-san if something is bothering her.

But, it seems like she won’t tell him so he sighs and flings himself to Chopper next who is still beside the man himself.

“Chopper! What’s he like?” Luffy asks seriously.

Chopper sighs. “He’s stable now but… I wasn’t sure whether he was going to make it.”

Luffy’s smile turns down and he sighs with the reindeer. “Do you know what could have caused this?”

Chopper frowns. “His wounds are really unusual for Zoro, his hands are all messed up but Zoro’s almost never screws up his knuckles. His insides look like they were stretched thin-”

Chopper breaks off and looks shocked for a moment before he starts to mouth to himself. At the end of his little mantra he pretty much shouts. “No! I don’t know what happened to Zoro! Sorry Luffy, I’ll tell you if anything changes!”

Luffy ponders over Chopper’s odd behaviour, why would the reindeer just shove him off mid-explanation?

He slouches over to where Usopp and Franky are dancing and sits near them dejectedly. “Oi! Luffy! Why you looking so down?” Usopp asks, even as he still shakes around to the music Brook is generating.

“Yeah bro, it’s so not super!” Franky cries, slamming both of his forearms together.

“Everybody that knows what happened to Zoro won’t tell me what happened to Zoro…”

Usopp jumps off the table and sits beside his pouting captain. “Have you considered that maybe Zoro wouldn’t want you to know the truth?”

“Nah, Zoro shouldn’t care.” Luffy said. “Do you know why he’s so messed up? Chopper explained everything to me but then he just stopped. Ugh, it’s so frustrating.”

Franky sits next to him as well, looking quite troubled. “Well, I speak for both of us when I say that I have no clue why Zoro is so injured. But whatever it is, I guess you could ask him when he wakes up?”

“Sure! I’ll do that, thanks Franky!” He grins and runs off, stopping beside Zoro to deposit his straw hat on his head.

“There ya go.” He says. “Take good care of this for me!!”

This is how it really goes:

“Why… must you take Luffy’s head?” He questions because, there has to be another way.

“This is already my best offer.” Kuma says and Zoro detests the way the bastard’s gaze (at least he thinks it’s his gaze) falls on Luffy.

“I see, go ahead and take his head, however, let mine substitute his!” Zoro manages between pants. “Let my life exchange for his!! I beg of you!!

“I know my head is not worth much at the moment… but eventually I will become the world’s greatest swordsman, I’d say exchanging my life for his is an equally good deal!!

Kuma looks blankly at him. “If you have such a great ambition, then by dying for him, how will you ever be satisfied?”

“Aside from that… there is no other way to save the crew!!” Zoro breathes in deeply. “If I can’t even protect my captain’s dream, then whatever ambition I have is nothing but talk! Luffy… is the man who will be King of the Pirates!”

And then from the wreckage. “Hold on a minute you idiot, what are you going to do if you die? What happened to your dream idiot?!” Sanji cries in frustration.

“Oi!”

“Oi, you big… blob. Just ignore this marimo swordsman… if you must kill somebody, then just take my life! I know the marines don’t give a damn about me… but soon enough, the man who will be feared by most marines will be me. Kuroashi no Sanji!”

Sanji is panting hard. “Come at once! Kill me! I’ve already realised that this day will come, let the flower of death bloom in me!!”

Zoro thinks that the shitty cook can’t even speaking normally without spouting poetry. “Oi… tell everyone to take care… and that you’ll have to find yourselves another chef..!”

Zoro finally slams the hilt of his sword into Sanji’s side, stupid cook. He thinks, of course it will have to be Zoro. He won’t let anyone else sacrifice themselves.

“Bas-tard.” Sanji gasps out and falls unconscious.

“I hope you will keep my promise after I die…” He addresses Kuma.

Kuma sighs. “In that case, if I still lay a hand on straw hat Luffy my honour would be at stake…”

“I would be eternally grateful.” Zoro says, he will be, if Luffy and the crew survives, then that is all that matters.

“Rest assured of what I will do now, as I will leave him unharmed, however, what you are about to experience now is, hell.”

Zoro shivers a little but stands tall.

The red ball that pools out of Luffy’s body… All of his pain and fatigue? Just how much has the idiot been storing up? Zoro ponders.

“Since you already don’t have much life left in you, taking this pain will only lead to your death.” Kuma says, Zoro stands unflinchingly, he doesn’t care, he’s made his peace with death.

Although, he does regret that he couldn’t keep his promise to Kuina, she will be disappointed in him, but that’s okay. He can live with that because, somewhere along the line, Luffy became the number one priority and he will do anything to ensure that he becomes King of the Pirates.

If that means that he won’t be around to see that happen, well, that’s okay, he knows it will happen.

“Have a try.” Kuma says, flicking a small, fist sized ball of the red ball to Zoro.

It feels like PAIN, YOU CAN’T ESCAPE IT, THE FEELING OF YOUR BODY INFLATING BUT UNABLE TO STRETCH, PAIN, LIKE YOU’RE ON FIRE BUT YOU CAN’T ESCAPE. CAN’T ESCAPE. ESCAPE!

He gasps, eyes wide and unseeing, all of that had been in Luffy..?

“Well?” Kuma asks like Zoro has decided to back out of his deal like a coward, he wants to snort derisively but instead he says.

“Let me decide on the location.” He can’t let him be the one that everyone sees when they wake up.

Zoro jumps into the bubble and feels pain.

It remakes him in the worst kinds of ways, there is nothing for what could be minutes days hours, years. But eventually it ends and he is left with not much but an everlasting pain resonating through him.

He hears the shit-cook approach and internally thanks every star that it’s not Luffy that finds him first. “You really freaked me out… Oi! Where did that shichibukai go?”

Stupid cook, can’t he tell what happened? The ground is covered in his own blood, Zoro can feel it dripping out of places he didn’t even know blood could come out of.

“Why the hell is there so much blood?” Sanji cries. “Oi… are you still alive? Where did that bastard go? What on earth happened here?”

Stupid blondey, asking so many questions, Zoro whispers out. “Nothing… nothing at all.”

He allows himself to finally fall into the darkness that has been creeping at the edge of his vision.

“One Piece…”

“Don’t you dare!” Sengoku growls futilely.

“Is real!!!” Whitebeard cries with the rest of his will power.

“Nice final words!” Blackbeard comments and Whitebeard regrets that he hadn’t killed that back-stabbing bastard.

Whitebeard finds himself looking at the sea, he sighs because this is how he dies, not from old age, or from any internal wounds.

But from his own decision.

He stands tall even in death and his cloak falls away revealing his white beard mark, untouched by the wounds from his front.

He knows that people will grieve for him, he understands that he has hurt his family by dying.

He knows that the islands he protected will fall to ruin and despair.

There are so many regrets he has but Whitebeard found his treasure.

A family.

So he wishes the straw hat brat the best of luck in his final moments and dies on his feet.

“That crazy old bastard died on his feet!”

“Pops!”

A sea of anguish rises from the allies and Whitebeard Pirates remaining. Marco cries and cries but now is really not the time to be letting out their sorrows so he screams for the remainder of the crew and allies to run.

And then they make it, Marco knows that it is only because of Akagami-yoi’s interference that they made it out alive, lest with Ace and Pop’s bodies.

Shanks says that it is because he respected Whitebeard, Marco knows that, but he also knows that Ace was partially retrieved because of some connection to Mugiwara-yoi.

He really hopes that mugiwara no Luffy made it out alive…

Luffy’s life was Ace’s final wish, they cannot tarnish that will, Luffy is technically their brother as well.

So, Marco hopes and prays and his wish is sustained a couple of weeks later when he reads the newspaper and sees mugiwara with Jinbe and Rayleigh, mourning the loss of Ace and Whitebeard.

Marco isn’t a fool, he guesses that the tattoo is a message to the brats crew. He just hopes that it means they’ll be back.

#20yearsatsea #day 5: epic moments #enies lobby #thriller bark #marineford #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #sengoku #sanji #whitebeard #fanfiction #one piece

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Life and Death - Chapter 2

Summary: They had nothing to do with each other. He was the Lord of Life and she was the Lady of Death. But there was something about the other that drew them together, like moths to a flame. Consequences be damned.

Chrobin.

Greek Mythology AU. Romance. Drama. Some fluff here and there.

Read on AO3.

“Chrom?” Gaius poked his head into Chrom’s work space. It was getting harder and harder to find the blue-haired god. Chrom was responsible, his work never left unattended, but he was never found in his usual haunts. Not that Gaius was particularly concerned for his friend’s well-being, Chrom was a powerful enough god to take down most anything thrown his way, but still. It was unusual for no one to know of the blue haired god’s whereabouts. “Wonder where that bastard went.”

At that thought, Chrom barely had enough time to turn his head away and sneeze. Stella looked up at him with concern, wriggling in between his arms and pushing on the ground with her heel, the parts of her long dress stuck on her skin hiking up slightly. “You okay?” He nodded, sighing as he buried his face in her hair, reveling in the warmth of her body. They were somewhere near Elysium, not inside because she’d never let him and it wasn’t his place to be there, but near enough his mother to be a comforting thought. He missed her terribly, but Stella indulged his selfish requests to be near Sofia’s soul. It was soothing to be near the two most important women in his life.

“Have you ever heard of the belief that if you suddenly sneeze, someone must be talking behind your back?” Chrom lifted his head slightly, resting his chin on the crook of her neck as he gazed at the fields beyond. He couldn’t see anything except grass billowing, but he was sure all who were there were happy.

“What a strange saying.” Stella idly picked up Chrom’s white ragged cloak, attached to the one pauldron he had on his left shoulder, secured by a looping chain and buckle to his white leather baldric on the right. “Speaking of strange things, why do you have only one sleeve?” She rubbed the cloth between her fingers, surprisingly soft and well cared for, despite the tattered state of its hem.

“Fashion?” Chrom laughed, a low rumble in his chest reverberating between them. He was a strange one.

“I guess, but terribly impractical if you ask me,” Stella murmured, eyes drifting closed as she leaned even further against him, dropping his cloak.

“Tired?” He lifted her slightly, tucking her hair off to one side. He ran his fingers through her white blonde hair, gently combing through the tangles. She grumbled but was content in the rhythmic motion of his combing, fingertips gently massaging her scalp before releasing and brushing her hair.

“Remember the war with the Trojans?” She paused, waiting for his reply. Stella half-wondered if Chrom took a side, if animosity ran high as well in the heavens during that war. He mumbled something Stella didn’t quite catch but enough to signal that he knew. “The war is done but they’re having some trouble coming back home, angering the sea god now. Many are still dying from his wrath.”

“Oh.” Chrom often didn’t say much about the dead, knowing it rankled her as much as it did her friend Olivia about people being sent to their deaths earlier than otherwise expected. Stella had told him about the Fates, the three sisters who watched over the threads of life of mortals, how nothing was set in stone and everything was merely an eventuality, a possibility. Most things were out of their control, their lives seemingly already predestined for them, but there were some who realized they had a choice and managed to steer their lives away from what the sisters had foreseen. Mortals like that delighted the sisters, but they were few and far between.

“It was in the realm of future possibilities that they die now,” Stella mused, eyes half-opening as she gazed at Elysium. She could see the souls Chrom could not, each and every one of them happy and free from all distress and anxiety. “But somewhere along the way, something happens or someone meddles that invariably changes the course of their lives. Like that goddess of discord who started all this. She just had to goad three other goddesses and that stupid, self-absorbed Paris just had to pick someone else’s wife as his prize.” Her tone was bitter and her eyes were flashing, Chrom instinctively pressing his hands atop her shoulders, thumbs pushing gently but firmly as he rubbed soothing circles on her back.

“Hey, remember when I said I’d take you to the ocean?” Chrom dropped his hands, wrapping them around her waist as he pulled her close.

“Here I was thinking you forgot about it.” She was thankful for his change in topic, right hand reaching up and patting Chrom lightly on his cheek before dropping them on his arm. Her fingers skimmed and slid over his arm before resting above his hand. Chrom barely managed to suppress a shiver, quickly finding out that whenever Stella’s nails grazed his skin, a strangely pleasant sensation travelled up and down his spine.

“I’d be remiss to invite you on a less than perfect day. My honor as the god of the weather and seasons would be on the line.” His tone was teasing but sincere. “Tomorrow will be perfect. Let’s go then.”

“I suppose so,” she murmured quietly. “Can we go at sunset? The last time I was out for too long I was red. Lon’qu was mortified.” She laughed, distantly remembering her friend running around frantically for a salve to soothe her slightly painful skin. “I distinctly remember him swearing curses at you while slathering some balm over my nose and shoulders.”

“I don’t think Lon’qu likes me.” Chrom freed one arm, tracing idly on the new freckles on the curve of her right shoulder. Stella reddened easily, new but faint freckles cropping up every time she spent more than a few hours under the sun.

“Lon’qu doesn’t like anyone, save Olivia and me.” Stella laughed, reassuring Chrom that the swordsman being inhospitable to most everyone was the norm rather than the exception.

“If you say so.” Chrom frowned, pressing a kiss on her shoulder where his fingers once were. An ominous thunderclap sounded as though displeased. Chrom ignored it, tracing idle patterns along her right shoulder girdle with feather light kisses. Stella melted against him, her hands curling appreciatively around the lone arm around her waist. Thunder clapped again, somehow louder and more menacing than the last. Stella felt him growl against her skin.

“Something’s wrong.” Stella pulled away, kneeling in the open space in between his legs as she pressed her forehead against his. “What’s wrong? Tell me.” She pulled away, settling on her calves as she gently brushed his cheek with her thumb. Chrom leaned into her palm, eyes closing.

“Being summoned,” he mumbled lamely, muttering something about stupid and impatient fathers under his breath.

“Okay.” Stella never argued or complained like Chrom did when they had to separate, an overwhelming sense of duty preventing her from doing so. Still, it didn’t mean she felt nothing when they had to part. Her heart ached painfully every time, her feelings often hidden by a bright and sincere smile as she waited for the next time they’d meet.

“I’ll pick you up, okay?” He always picked her up whenever they were going somewhere new. Thunder boomed for a third time, Chrom frowning deeply at the impatience.

“Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Stella smiled, pressing kisses on the space in between his eyebrows until it flattened, tension melting away after each one. “Don’t frown so much. You’ll get wrinkles.” Chrom laughed, butterflies fluttering in Stella’s stomach, the sound music to her ears.

“Bring towels.” Chrom dipped his head slightly, one hand pressing against her nape to bring her closer as he brought her in for a kiss, the other cupping her cheek.

“Mmkay,” she whispered breathlessly, eyes half lidded and hair falling everywhere. Chrom pressed one last kiss to her forehead. Before she let him pull away, Stella pressed her lips against his ear, feeling daring with her words. She sighed about how cold she was going to be that night, with no warm body to sleep against. Chrom already started disappearing as she pulled away, his cheeks stained red as his eyes widened, trying to process what she just said. When he was finally gone, Stella tumbled forward slightly, managing to catch herself as her palms pressed against the tree. It was still warm. Her own cheeks were red at how forward she was, but the warmth pooling in her belly was strangely comfortable.

Gaius bolted from his seat on the bench when he saw Chrom arrive. Finally! His father had been at his heels about the whereabouts of his only son, something about the pool of colors needing to be refilled at that moment. One of the more mischievous children had dipped into it and splattered it everywhere, the grass just outside Chrom’s office stained a myriad of colors. “Where have you been? Your father has been looking everywhe—” Gaius paused, eyes widening with amusement when he noticed the rather scarlet hue his face was. “There’s a girl isn’t there?” Gaius waggled his eyebrows, slinging an arm around Chrom’s shoulders. The thief god could feel the heat on his friend’s face.

“Shut up,” Chrom muttered angrily, trying to fight down the intense blush on his face before having to face his father. Why was Gaius always there to witness his embarrassment? Chrom scowled, still desperately trying to tame the color on his face but Stella’s words and ruby red lips were making that task so very difficult. What he wouldn’t give to just skip an audience with the sky god and bury his face into a pillow.

—x—

Stella scowled, eyeing the bag Lon’qu forced her to bring, nearly tearing apart at the seams. Just how many towels did the man think was necessary!? She knew her skin was sensitive and normally burned lightly, but this was precisely why she asked Chrom if they could start after sunset. Just when she thought that she was free from Lon’qu’s prying eyes, he swiftly managed to toss the mountain of towels right after her, before the portal closed. Now, here she was stuck with towels she would feel guilty leaving behind somewhere. Lon’qu just had to stuff in her nice towels.

“What’s… all that?” Chrom gestured vaguely to the bag Stella had lugged behind her.

“Towels,” she muttered bitterly.

“I can see that. But why so many?”

“Ask Lon’qu. I’m going to kill him when we get back.” Stella grumbled, straightening her aching back when she stood beside him.

“Be… gentle?” Chrom bent down and grasped the straps in with his left hand. “Oof this is heavy.” Stella whined some more, annoyed that she was being treated like a child. “Now now. I’ve already set up a nice spot for us. Let’s go before we miss the sunset.” Chrom laughed, amused at Stella’s reactions, pulling her into him with his right arm as the bag of towels strained the muscles of his left side. Mumbling, Stella clung to Chrom’s shirt and pressed her face against his chest, a gust of wind passing by them as they moved from the underworld to a quiet, secluded coast. “We’re here.”

Stella turned her head, eyes widening as she drank in the sight of the sun dipping into the horizon. It was a beautiful mix of oranges, pinks, and purples, broken by the faint silhouettes of clouds. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, fingers curling as she laid her head absently against Chrom’s chest. Her hair and cloak billowed behind her, her face serene as she eyes moved from left to right.

“Come, there’s a small hut nearby. Our dinner is there,” he whispered, gently shepherding Stella to the bamboo structure. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the horizon, enamored by the beauty of the sunset. He deposited her mountain of towels by the entrance, muscles crying with relief once their burden was set aside.

“Have you been here before?” Stella climbed inside the hut, shifting her dress slightly as she sat down primly. She cast aside her cloak, tossing it on the bench across, then twisted her body to face the water, still enraptured by the warmth of the sky, eyes gazing downwards as she noticed the sea mirroring the firmament. The cool breeze made her bare shoulders shiver, not an unpleasant feeling.

“A few times. I stumbled upon this beach. Used to be really popular but was abandoned when the nearby villagers had to move out after a terrible plague ruined their farmlands.” Chrom opened the basket, arranging fruits, bread, and cheese, glasses and a bottle of wine remaining in the wicker bin. “Would you care for a drink?”

Stella nodded absently, fingers moving left and right on the bamboo she was leaning against. She shivered when she felt Chrom’s fingers touch her nape, sliding down against her spine slowly, resting briefly on the small of her back before settling on her waist. With a slight tug, he pulled her close and guided her eyes to the small feast before them.

Dinner was finished quickly, napkins and glasses put back quickly and basket shoved to the far end of the hut, hopefully not forgotten after their date. They chatted idly after, mostly Stella asking about the different seasons. Spring and autumn interested her most, with all the flowers and vegetation bursting forth once winter thawed and leaves falling prettily in warm, robust colors. The goddess paid rapt attention to Chrom, her eyes hazily focused on his profile, the mixed light from the setting sun and rising moon giving him an enchanted glow. She found she was paying less and less attention to his words and more and more attention to his mouth and she wanted it on hers. Her throat ran dry and her lips suddenly felt chapped, the warm coil in her stomach suddenly, but slowly, tightening. “Hey Chrom?”

He managed to turn his head around in time for Stella to crash her lips against his, her hands cupping his cheeks fleetingly before moving into his hair, fingers pushing against his nape to push his face closer to hers. Blue eyes widened as his heart thumped against his ribcage heavily, Chrom’s hands limp against his sides. A gentle but insistent bite to his lower lip brought him back, his fingers moving down the sides of her thighs and back up, dragging the cool silk of her dress up. With most of the skirt hiked up and pooling at her waist, Chrom broke free but just barely, enough to see her darkened, half-lidded eyes never leave his as Stella stood, towering over him briefly before straddling his waist.

“Stella…” Chrom mumbled as she pushed aside his collar, teeth sinking in gently by his pulse point. Her hair fell like waterfalls, shielding her face as she bit then sucked and soothed, redness blooming under her ministrations. Chrom shut his eyes, fingers gliding maddeningly slowly up and down the dip in the center of her back, stopping just shy of the knot at the base of her neck before moving back down along her spine, goosebumps forming where his fingers touched. When his fingers were back by her nape, he toyed with the ends of the knot, tugging slightly as though testing the waters, undoing the ribbon fully when he felt her smile against his skin.

“Yes?” Stella and her clever hands had already unbuttoned his vest, pushing the offending cloth aside as she pressed herself against his chest. It was the only thing keeping the rest of her dress up, but he could feel her softness against him. “Want to stop?” She pressed open mouthed kisses on his bare skin leaving fire in its wake, the coolness of her tongue briefly offering relief before she moved to another spot. Stella latched on to the ripple of muscle on his side, just underneath his pectorals, the dips and inclines somehow smooth against her lips.

“Gods no,” he groaned as Stella continued to move, her top slipping between them with each motion until he could feel the cool skin of her breasts against his abdomen. Every time Stella bit then soothed, everything turned white for the briefest of moments. She slipped down from her seat on his lap, kneeling in front of him as she started to kiss the defined V of his obliques before they vanished into his pants. “C’mere.” Chrom pulled her back onto his lap, silk finally falling down and pooling at her waist before he latched onto her sweet, supple breast, tongue circling lazily around her slowly pebbling nipple, his free hand attending to the other one.

Stella moaned, head rolling back as her knees dug into his sides for support. Heat was growing in between her legs, the coil within her growing tighter and tighter. Pushing him back, Stella pressed her forehead against his chest as her hands moved down, tugging insistently at Chrom’s pants. Obediently, he lifted himself slightly off his seat, cotton moving just enough to free his strained length. Stella moved back slightly, just enough to stand over him as she gazed at his face through lust-ridden eyes, her long hair sticking to her sweat slicked skin. One hand held her dress against her waist, the other quickly finding her soaked underwear as she pushed it aside, perfectly shaped nails grazing against her swollen entrance as she shuddered, all while Chrom watched.

Chrom pulled her flush against him, Stella sliding slowly down as his lips kissed against whatever they could touch. She hovered above him, nervous as she bit her lower lip, as she settled herself just above his own arousal. Affection pulled at his heartstrings as he watched. His hands cupped her backside, supporting her as he leaned forward, breath brushing against the shell of her ear. “We can stop if you’re nervous.” Her eyes flashed with love as she pressed a kiss just below his ear, her hands resting atop his wrists as she steadied herself. “Stella, I’m serious.” He would deal with his erection later but Stella’s comfort and readiness was far more important than his own needs.

“So am I,” she whispered back, slowly lowering herself onto him. She bit her lip as she moaned, Chrom sucking in air as he forced back the curses he wanted to shout as stars started to flash behind his closed lids. When he was fully sheathed inside of her, Stella stilled, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck.

“Are you alright?” Chrom whispered, shaking her free. She winced slightly.

“Yeah, just give me a moment.”

“Okay.” He shifted their position, taking her lips to distract her from the pain. When all she could feel was him inside of her, Stella broke free and started to move, unsteadily at first but growing more and more confident the more she slid herself up and down on him.

Chrom gripped the edge of his seat, knuckles turning white as his head dipped back, both of them moving quickly from bitten back moans to their voices reaching the top of their lungs in a loud crescendo, uncaring of anyone who might hear, forgetting they were in an abandoned, formerly sleepy little coastal village. Their ends came much too soon, Stella first as she tightened around him like a vice, Chrom following soon after, his warmth bursting inside of her. Stella slumped against him, a film of sweat covering their bodies, both of them bonelessly tired, unable to move.

“What brought that about?” he croaked, first to stir. He stroked her back again, this time languid and affectionate.

“All that talk about seasons somehow made me want to feel alive with you ,” she murmured softly, nails grazing slowly against his right side. “I normally deal with death, not so much life where I’m from.”

Chrom peeled her away from him, confusion settling in Stella’s face. With a soft hush, he tugged her dress back up, fingers resting on her nape as he attempted to tie the strap neatly. “We should get cleaned up.” Stella didn’t want to leave his warmth but reluctantly stood up anyway, feeling painfully empty, the rest of her dress falling primly above her ankles. “Go to the sea. I’ll follow.” Stella dutifully picked up a few towels from the bag, silently thankful that Lon’qu made her bring so many but sure this wasn’t what they were for.

Stella was already mostly submerged in the water when Chrom finally joined, her dress and sandals discarded on the beach by her towels. He smiled, watching her bathe at a distance, choosing to wash himself off some measures away. The salt in the ocean rubbed the stickiness away, his skin slightly raw at the rough edges of the salt. When he decided he was clean enough, Chrom walked back to the shore, feet sinking into the soft sand, slowly dressing up before he walked towards his companion.

“Are you fini—” Chrom’s voice died in his throat as his eyes widened, bugging out almost. Stella stared back in disbelief, a towel just barely covering her body, breasts threatening to spill out above the cloth.

“CHROM TURN AROUND!” Stella screamed, reddening all the way down to her neck. Chrom stood lamely.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen befo—” he reasoned, hands up in the air as if in surrender. Though that was a lie. He barely had enough time to really see her , what with his vision hazy as they moved quickly to join themselves together. Stella screamed again, crouching as one hand clutched the towel tightly to her body, the other picking up a clump of sand. “Stella, let’s be reasonable here!”

“TURN AROUND!” She flung clumps of sand at him, some shells flying, most missing him but one nicking the skin just by his lip. With a yelp, he reeled backwards, tumbling down and landing hard, the blow cushioned by the soft sand. Huffing, Stella quickly got dressed before towering over him with red hot fury. “Chrom!”

“You’re… beautiful?” Chrom said weakly, thumbing away the blood. It was a slight wound, skin just barely peeling but it likely nicked a capillary, hence the slight blood.

“Ugh!” Stella grumbled as she knelt beside him, brow furrowed as she pursed her lips. She reached out, fingers gingerly dabbing against the skin beside the superficial wound.

“It’s not like you didn’t show—” Chrom started.

“I wasn’t ready!” Stella cut him off, cheeks burning as she turned her gaze away, hands resting on her lap once satisfied she didn’t actually wound him much. Chrom laughed, amused at her sudden bashfulness after how forward she had just been, pulling her close as he buried his face in her slightly damp hair. Her usual sweet and intoxicating scent was mixed with salt.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his free hand finding hers easily as he interlaced their fingers together. Stella just blushed even more, her ears hot. “You’re the most beautiful wo—” She turned around and put a finger on his lips, doe eyes wide and glassy as she stared at his face.

“If I drop my finger, you won’t say anything about how I look anymore?” she asked, voice small, embarrassment evident in her tone. Chrom nodded, smiling against the pad of her finger. She eyed him suspiciously but dropped her hand just the same.

“I love you.” Her ears were pounding as she processed what he just said.

“What?” Shock and disbelief painted her face, her cheeks burning even more.

“I love you.” The words fell out of his mouth easily. All these months they had spent together, sneaking away from prying eyes, he found himself endlessly fascinated with her quiet strength and exuberance for life, despite what she ruled over. His heart broke every time they had to part and the last thing he remembered before drifting off to sleep was her ruby red lips tilted upwards, smiling just for him.

“I…” Stella paused, eyes searching for any sign that this was just a joke, a cruel, cruel one but a joke nevertheless. He had come into her life like a whirlwind and whisked her away to places she had never seen before. He was unafraid of her, even after seeing the terror she inspired in everyone, how people barely whispered her name for fear of inciting her wrath that death be upon them.

“I apologize for springing this onto you but I couldn’t help myself anymore,” he whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear and resting his hand on her cheek. Stella leaned into it, shaking her head as she smiled, her own hands gently holding his wrist.

“It’s fine.” She closed her eyes, savoring his gentle touch. “I love you.” She found herself quickly hoisted up by the waist, Chrom spinning her around as he laughed. She laughed as well, kicking her feet in the air, pushing her palms against his shoulders for leverage. “Put me down!”

“No!” Chrom swung her around, pressing her against him even tighter. He was far too happy to listen to anyone else.

—x—

Frederick pressed his lips thinly, brow furrowed as he paced the room. It was unusual for Chrom to be… relatively negligent in his duties. Yes, the weather and the seasons still pushed through as planned but only just. Not that Frederick had complete control over Chrom’s time but he was tasked to keep an eye out on the children of the sky god, though mostly the younger two. The god of welfare sighed again, thumb and forefinger dragging up and down against his chin.

“You’re worrying.” Cherche lifted her gaze from the blanket she was embroidering. “What’s wrong?”

“Chrom,” replied Frederick rather flatly, turning to face his wife. “I haven’t seen much of him lately, outside of his office and only sometimes in the dining hall. He’s also been waking up much later than usual.”

“Perhaps he’s just ill,” Cherche replied, picking up where she left off on her needlework, smiling as she gazed at the pattern. Her heart swelled, the cotton smooth in between her fingers. Nothing in her domain, of cloth, weaving, and tailoring, would ever be too fine for her still unborn child. ‘A son. I can feel it in my bones.’

“Doubtful. He seems as refreshed as ever when I do see him,” Frederick countered.

“Then why don’t you ask Gaius?” Her rose colored eyes looked over the dragon she was embroidering. No doubt their son would be brave and strong just like the creature. Frederick groaned at her suggestion. “Come now, he would probably know.”

“Fine. I shall enquire.” Frederick finally stopped his pacing, right beside Cherche’s wicker chair. Leaning forward and stooping low, he pressed a tender kiss against her temple, smiling against her as Cherche leaned into his affection. “Call for me if you wish to go to bed.” His hand grazed the swell of her belly, a soft expression on his face.

“Go.” Cherche shooed her husband away, amused at his perturbed expression at having to deal with one of the craftiest gods in their realm.

It didn’t take long for Frederick to find the candy-obsessed trickster, sprawled on the grass with his head on his fiancée’s lap. The brunet god coughed, averting his gaze as he acknowledged them. “Gaius. Cordelia.”

“Oh. Frederick! What brings you here?” Cordelia blushed lightly, turning her head away, hands slipping from Gaius’ hair to his shoulders. She tapped at him, insisting he sit up but he responded by turning on his side, back facing Frederick. He couldn’t be bothered to talk to a stick-in-the-mud, not when he was happily lazing about with Cordelia. “I apologize for this.” Cordelia sighed tiredly, shoving her fiancé off her lap.

“Hey! What was that for?” Gaius complained, rubbing the back of his head as he stared at the red-haired goddess.

“Where is Chrom?” Frederick’s eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, foot tapping impatiently.

“How should I know, Freddy-bear? He’s been pretty coy with me these days.” Gaius grumbled, turning to face their unwanted companion, attempting to glare daggers at him. Not that Gaius thought he could win a staring match against Frederick, but he at least tried to make his displeasure known.

“Find out then. You’re one of his closest friends, much as I loathe to admit it.” Frederick could just imagine the sky god’s anger if he realized there were hardly any tabs on his only son. The god of welfare knew the sire of his three charges had a rather estranged relationship with Emmeryn, Chrom, and Lissa, much preferring to treat them as a superior would hired hands. Frederick only reported to their father about their general whereabouts and how well they were fulfilling their duty, nothing more and certainly nothing less. Though he was saddened at the state of their familial bonds, Frederick was nothing if not dutiful to the responsibilities they were each bound to as the gods the mortals so worshipped.

“Blue’s lips are sewn shut.” Gaius sat cross-legged, gaze turned away from his traitorous so-called love and the annoying, still unwanted companion of theirs. Frederick’s brow creased, frustrated at the lack of information.

“I saw him in the Underworld a few days ago, when I was leaving after conducting my business there,” Cordelia offered, unsure if it was helpful at all. Why was Gaius so difficult with Frederick anyway? She knew the god of welfare cared for Chrom as he would a younger brother. “I was about to call out to him but Chrom seemed to know where he was going.”

“What business does he have there, in that realm of death?” Frederick’s eyes widened. He had heard nothing good of the place, only knowing that a disgraced war god was banished to under the earth for all his transgressions.

“Not a realm of death, just of the dead,” Cordelia corrected. She knew it pained Stella so to hear of the ingrained bias of the other gods against her domain. The other gods tread carefully around her, knowing that someone had to rule over the dead and separate the good from the bad, but it didn’t mean they had to like her.

“His mother died. Did you know that, huh, Freddy-bear?” Gaius spat out bitterly. Chrom had always complained about Frederick, mostly because of how overbearing and dedicated to duty the brown-haired god was. Chrom didn’t blame Frederick’s fervor but he could get overbearing quite easily.

“When?” Frederick choked. He knew of Chrom’s love and devotion to his mother and it was not surprising. Sofia was a surprisingly shrewd and endlessly fascinating woman, having caught the attention of the sky god and bore him his only son.

“Some time ago. He went down to the Underworld to talk to her one last time. He told me the lady of the place let him speak to his mother one last time, an unusual favor for those who were able to make it to her throne.” Gaius shrugged, probably the only piece of information he was willing to give Frederick. He knew of some things, mostly that Chrom was intrigued with the white blonde-goddess, enough that it warranted Gaius’ teasing and speculations. He knew that Chrom was slowly going off the deep end for her, probably in love. Gaius saw that look on himself when he realized he was in love with Cordelia, not actually just chummy and teasing her anymore, but Chrom was resolute and said absolutely nothing. He was guarded enough to keep his affairs his own, so much so he wouldn’t even share it with Gaius. ‘Perhaps it’s the teasing that made him so closed off. That and the bastard is so easily embarrassed’.

“I… see.” Frederick swallowed thickly. He got much more than he anticipated. It was at least something to give to the sky god at their next audience. What was a god who controlled much of life doing in the Underworld? It made absolutely no sense. Then it all came crashing down. The brunet’s eyes widened at his sudden thought, fear almost paralyzing him in place. Was Chrom intent on developing a relationship with the lady of death? Frederick fervently hoped it was just his imagination, otherwise all hell would rain down upon him and his now-wayward charge.

—x—

Deep beneath the surface of the earth, Stella hid her grin behind a pillow. She felt unusually warm despite the cool breeze, what happened earlier still spinning in her head. Chrom loved her. He told her that he loved her. Her cheeks burned, Stella burying her face even deeper into her pillow as steam escaped her ears. She knew some measure of love, of familial affection from Lon’qu and Olivia as the years passed. Part of her was intrigued, not jealous, at the different path her two friends tread together. Not without her, but still some distance away. They would die before the left her alone. Stella never thought to learn of a love like this, not until what seemed to be a rather textbook whirlwind romance started with Chrom.

They had only known each other a few months, since the beginning of spring to between the edges of summer and autumn. Shy hand holding became more sure and comfortable, his hand usually clasped around hers. The fleeting kisses they first shared slowly grew more heated. They spent hours just in pressed against each other affectionately, her back against his chest, his hands wrapped around her waist, with a comfortable silence falling between them. They relished warmth, her more especially because of her dark, foreboding home. Whenever they had to separate, unspoken words of pain were painted on their faces, hearts breaking until they could delay no longer, but a promise of another day together wordlessly assured. It was almost as though they had found what was missing from their bland lives.

Light footfalls broke Stella from her reverie, the young goddess peeking out from her pillow as she tried to suppress the redness of her cheeks. Olivia stepped in, a few halved pomegranates in the small bowl she carried. Stella sat up straight, pillow falling down, picking up a few seeds when the dancer sat down beside her.

“You’re happier lately,” Olivia observed.

“What do you mean?” Her fingers traced the edge of the bowl, debating if she should eat some more.

“Your smile.”

“I’m not Lon’qu, silly. Of course I smile.” Stella set aside the bowl for now, pulling her friend into an embrace, hiding her expression as she pressed her forehead against the crook of Olivia’s shoulder.

“I mean you smile more. Chrom is good for you.” Olivia patted the mass of white blonde hair, gently stroking it when she felt Stella bury her head deeper as though embarrassed. “I’m happy for you. Lon’qu is… happy for you.”

“He is?” Stella asked dubiously, lifting her head and pressing her chin down instead.

“In his own way I suppose.” Olivia laughed.

“He’d have Chrom in chains and kicked into hell if he had his way,” Stella mumbled bitterly, brow creasing. She remembered when Chrom met Lon’qu, though really it’s more that the swordsman ambushed Chrom with a brandished sword dangerously close to the blue haired god’s neck. At least he had the good sense to slowly acknowledge Lon’qu’s presence, raise his hands as though in surrender, and back away slowly until he was at Stella’s side. Lon’qu never dared to raise a sword at Stella, deciding to sheath his blade in a huff.

“He doesn’t want to see your heart broken, is all.”

“I’d send Chrom flying back from whence he came if he ever did that,” Stella replied resolutely. She had guarded her heart long enough, not that she had had many suitors, or any for that matter, to know it wasn’t something so easily given. She had watched Lon’qu bumble around and struggle to admit his feelings for Olivia and had seen the joy in his eyes when she gave her heart freely to him. It was the same look Chrom had earlier, when their relationship had simply, organically, evolved into something more, where they no longer had a hold on their own hearts. In their bones they knew that he was hers just as much as she was his.

“You would?” Olivia’s eyes widened at her friend’s bold and sure statement. She never pegged Stella for the violent type.

“Of course!” Stella exclaimed, peeling herself off of Olivia only to whisper in her ear. “But I don’t think I ever will. He said he loves me and I told him that I loved him too.” She pulled away, a blush slowly creeping down to her neck. Olivia squealed in delight, clutching her friend close, Stella awkwardly patting the dancer’s back as they dissolved into girlish giggles. It had been far too long when they shared such a relaxed moment.

Lon’qu leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a rare but gentle smile on his face. His wife and his sister-all-but-in-name were enjoying themselves on a night of rare peace. ‘If that blue-haired bastard makes Stella happy, I suppose I shall have to learn to… tolerate him.’ He looked sideways, glancing at the window and the starless sky above. Whatever would make this place far less gloomy was usually more than welcome, a sudden image of children running around in complete glee flashed in his mind. Lon’qu winced, trying to suppress a blush when he realized that it was less embarrassing to imagine Stella with her own child and much more mortifying to imagine himself a sire. It would be the death of him to have his own heir, if only because it meant that his and Olivia’s hearts would truly and utterly belong to the little one who was born of them. It made his heart flutter at the thought.

—x—

Chrom ground his teeth, fingers digging into his palms so hard it almost bled. He barely managed to maintain a neutral expression. Most other gods would cower and break after being subjected to the sky god’s odious wrath but not him. He would stare back at his father, eyes stormy, and would take in everything without giving Sirius the satisfaction of a reaction from his only son. Chrom barely registered the question his father finally asked, after the long, deafening silence that would have broken just about anyone.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” The blond before Chrom drawled, eyes narrowing as Sirius shifted on his throne. His son stayed silent, his blue eyes steely. Sirius frowned, annoyed at the stubbornness before him. “No one is supposed to go to the Underworld, save those on official business.”

“My mother died.” Chrom kept his replies terse and calculated.

“You should have let that goddess handle Sofia’s affairs.” Chrom’s muscles tensed. His father had no right to say his mother’s name, not after practically abandoning her and then stealing him away when he had shown power beyond what was mortal.

“I bade her goodbye.”

“So you did. But why do you continue to go down to hell?” The underworld wasn’t all hell, but to Sirius it may as well be. “You have no business there. You never did, but I suppose I will grant you pardon for that one transgression.”

“Stella is good. She’s kind and warm and even funny.” Chrom’s eyes narrowed. He could feel his temples pounding.

“Any spawn of Validar can never be good. I am thankful he only ever had one,” Sirius spat out, fingers gripping the edges of his throne, lightning crackling faintly behind him. He was slowly losing patience with his son.

“You don’t even know her.” Chrom rose to the challenge, defending the one who held his heart. “Her heart wept at the ruthlessness of her father, who didn’t even spare the innocents a second look before casting them down into the pits of hell. She overthrew him to be fair to all who died, to give them the afterlife they deserved, good or bad.”

“I can hardly believe Validar’s spawn can do such a thing.” Sirius sighed, rubbing his temples before continuing, unmindful of Chrom’s now tightly clenched fists. “Frederick believes you to be courting the girl.”

“And if I am?” Damn Frederick and his meddling.

“You waste your time. She’ll only drag you down to the depths of hell.”

“It’s not in her nature,” Chrom defended. ‘Besides, if anyone is dragging me to the depths of hell, it’s you.’

“Regardless. I forbid you to see her any more.”

“What makes you think I’ll even listen to you?” Chrom’s heart was pounding painfully, almost as though his chest were far too small.

“There’s this domestic goddess, loves fortunes and flowers, who’ll be good for you, submit to you,” Sirius explained.

“You can’t even begin to know what’s good for me.” Chrom was starting to lose his patience, blood beginning to boil. The air started to turn frigid, as though winter would be upon them.

“I am your father, of course I do. You will marry her.” Sirius was tired of debating with his son, waving his hand as though dismissing Chrom.

“I will do no such thing.” The hair on Chrom’s back rose, hackles raising at the sky god’s insistence to control every aspect of his life.

“You will because you have no choice in the matter.” Golden eyes narrowed, patience already completely worn down.

“No.” If not for their immortality, all signs of life died in that room, ice thick and almost unbreakable.

“What do you mean 'no?’” Sirius stood up now, lightning dancing at his fingertips, weak but ready to strike. “Make this go away.” As much power as the sky god wielded, he did not have control over ensuring the things that sustained life. His domain was of lightning and thunder, of whatever clouds conjured by his son, to rule the heavens as he saw fit. Sirius did not have his usual delicacy any longer. “Get over the bitch. She’s nothing.”

“How dare you.” Chrom’s eyes were wild.

“You heard me. She’s nothing .”

Jerking his body around, Chrom left, feet stomping and ice crushing against the weight of his boots, Falchion shifting against his hip. ‘Bastard. How dare he.’ It was rare to see the relatively even-tempered god angry, life sucked out of each spot he passed. Trees were barren, grass wilted, flowers shrivelled at his every step. When he turned the corner, he vanished, his cloak floating behind him. There were no goodbyes.

—x—

Stella was seated on her bed, her feet delicately tucked under her as she read, Olivia and Lon’qu long gone. She felt a shiver run down her spine, not from the cold but it heralded an arrival. She paused, eyes glancing around her room as she took time to consider whether she would go out herself or have someone else check. A familiar warmth seemed to call her, pulling her away from the comfort of her mattress and into the throne room. She pulled her cloak over her bare shoulders, heart pounding as she moved.

“Chrom!” Bare feet padded across cold stone, Stella rushing forward, barely catching him as he fell to his knees, dragging her along with him. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, arms pulling her into a fierce embrace as he choked out a sob, shoulders heaving. “What’s wrong?” She felt his tears, hot with anger, run down her neck. The few minutes of anguish seemed like hours, Stella feeling absolutely helpless.

“Let me stay,” he pleaded, refusing to look up, tears finally subsiding.

“This isn’t your home,” she whispered, resting her chin on the crown of his head as she looked skyward. “You don’t belong here.” ‘You’re far too good to be trapped under the earth like me.’

“Anywhere with you is home.” Her heart burst at his words.

“Okay. Stay as long as you need. I’ll be with you.” She pulled away slightly, Chrom nearly panicking but placated as soon as she cupped his face. “I’m right here. Talk when you’re ready.” She kissed away the last tears that clung to his lashes. “But for now, rest.” Her hands picked up his, leading him away from the dark of the throne room and into the warmth of her chambers.

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