#story theives

[wogwoman]

@james-riley-author is like a leprechaun

Once a year he comes out of his little hole in the ground, causes some mischief and makes a few dreams come true, and then disappears again

It appears today is “James Riley Leprechauns Day”

Remember to wear green or he’ll pinch you and repost old fanart you forgot about!

[secretlyafiveheadeddragon]

shout out to James Riley for writing books that are on par with Rick Riordan, that bend fairy tales into something so genius and fun that you can’t put the book down, bend the fourth wall like it’s a pipe cleaner, and tell an engaging story with fun characters. You should read his books is what I’m saying

[starsha-k-luna]

Took me about a month to draw, write, outline, & colour, but I finally finished it!

A Fan-Comic based off @baykitthings Dreamworks Trolls Phantom Thieves AU!

So basically about a month ago, I sent an Ask to @baykitthings for their Trolls AU asking about how Floyd adjusted to having to use a wheelchair after an Injury & how his brothers (BroZone) help to accommodate & assist Floyd during this.

When designing their clothes I just used the canon clothes, while giving them t-shirt because I wanted too, except Clay, I gave him a smart casual look along with a sweater vest.

And yes, I gave the BroZone brothers Tails, I’m apart of the Trolls Community who Headcanons they have Tails! I may change my Tail designs in the future.

Anyway, here’s what everyone is saying in the Comic:

Page 1:

💙Branch; “Are you Excited to finally be coming home Floyd?”

❤️Floyd; “I don’t know Branch, now I’m in a wheelchair everything is going to be a struggle now.”

💙Branch; “Floyd you shouldn’t worry, me and our brother’s are here to help you and adjust, you know we all love you and are here for you, right?

💜Bruce; “Look Bro’s, Branch is back with Floyd!

💚John Dory; “Alright Bro’s, Let’s do this!

Page 2:

💛Clay, 💚John Dory & 💜Bruce; “WELCOME HOME FLOYD!

❤️Floyd; “Thanks, It’s really good to see you all brother’s.”

💙Branch; “Actually Floyd, we have a surprise for you Floyd.”

Page 3:

💛Clay; “We’ve actually renovated to accommodate to your needs Floyd, such as an elevator (or a lift) and ramps for you to get around and adding wider doors, a disabled toilet and we’ve even given you a bigger bedroom on the ground floor.”

💚John Dory; “Yeah, Clay went all out with this, he and Bitty B did this!

💛Clay; “Woah, Johnny slow yourself, I’ve not just done this, nor Branch, it was a team effort! Especially Branch setting up the computer.”

💙Branch; “Yeah, I remembered you saying you got into computers, so I got you this set up with the latest software and everything.” (Featuring Chibi Branch)

Page 4:

❤️Floyd; “Sniff, sniff.”

💙Branch; “F…Floyd.”

💜Bruce; “Floyd are you alright? Did we do something wrong? Are you upset? You’re crying!”

💛Clay; “Oh no, did I do or say something to upset you?”

❤️Floyd; “No, I’m OK, I’m just so happy you guys did all this just for me, I’m touched💖.”

💚John Dory, 💙Branch, 💛Clay, 💜Bruce; (They are Crying right now)

❤️Floyd; “Thank you for everything, I love you all so much.”

💛Clay; “We love you too, Floyd.”

💚💜💛❤️💙The End!💚💜💛❤️💙

I’m extremely Proud with how this Fan-Comic turned out!

I hope you like the Fan-Comic @baykitthings

See you all next time👋

[katealot]

what no one talks about is how normal is the only teen who isn’t an only child and it shows oh just so hard.

[talltoontales]

// Scale-Bound \\

Prompt: You are a mighty dragon king, the strongest magical being. You're determined to conquer the world, but a hero turned you into a cute small dragon. Now, you are looking for a human girl to help you get strong again and dominate the world.

Prompt by: u/basafish (Reddit)

Written: 03/13/2024

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As the sun sets, a party of adventurers parade through a small dirt road town, victorious from their last quest. The group barrels through anyone in their path, already drunk on their own egos. The largest of the group knocks over a little, raggedy peasant girl with dirt-filled pigtails, causing her to drop her toy.

“Eh?” says the brute as he picks up the toy. “The hells is this?” The toy resembles a baby dragon with bright red scales, a dark brown underbelly, small wings, and bright green eyes.

“My Babby!” yells the girl. She runs over to the brute and tries to get her toy back but barely jumps past the man’s knees. “Give me back my Babby!”

“You know wha?” The brute lifts the toy even higher into the air, putting it in better lighting. “This thing ain’t too shabby. Almost looks like the real thing. How bout it, Ankle Biter? Fancy a trade?”

“No!” yells the girl, “he’s my Babby! My momma made him only for me!” A man wearing a hooded cloak walks over and leans against the brute, glancing at the toy.

“Your momma’s got some gifted hands,” says the rouge, “maybe she can show me a thing or two?” The girl charges at the two men, who easily dodge her attempt. The girl then trips on herself and falls but is caught by a pillow of glowing blue water.

The girl looks up and sees a woman in a teal robe. Her face was shrouded in the shadow of her oversized hat save for one glowing blue eye that matched a gold, jewel-encrusted broach on the collar of her robe.

The light emanating from the witch’s eye quickly fades, dropping the girl into a mud puddle. The rest of the group laughs as they start to walk away, taking the dragon toy with them. As the girl picks her head up from the mud, she feels something hit her head. She wipes her face and looks down to see a moldy copper coin in front of her.

“Thanks for the souvenir, kid!” says the rouge. The girl watches, with tears in her eyes, as the group walks into a nearby tavern. The girl then calmly picks herself up, pulls a rag from her dress pocket, and cleans the rest of her face. She takes a deep breath, picks up the moldy coin, and walks away from the tavern.

“So far so good,” whispers the girl.

\\\\\

A few hours later, the party drunkenly runs out of the bar, some with half-filled mugs in hand. The bartender follows them out the door, yelling at them as they escape. The group stumbles through the town, throwing the dragon toy between them until they barge into a rundown inn.

After finishing the last of their stolen drinks, the party’s room quickly falls silent, save for the snoring brute who snuggles with the toy dragon. Bodies scattered around the room like a crime scene, with the rouge taking the only bed.

After a few minutes, the toy dragon’s eyes blink. Using its long neck, the dragon slowly looks around the room, its emerald eyes illuminated in the darkness. Its head suddenly snaps toward a window.

…they…asleep…window…clear…

A hand lifts the window to the room open from the outside. A short, hooded figure crawls into the room, quietly landing on their feet. The dragon’s eyes focus on the figure.

…hurry…human…FREE…!

“Stop yelling! I’m working on it!” whispers the human. The figure slowly tip-toes through the room, avoiding any of the sleeping warriors. The dragon looks at the human, annoyed.

…what…doing…?

“Trying not to die,” whispers the human. “Shhhh!” The dragon glares at the human before letting out a high-pitched roar, slightly shaking some of the smaller items in the room. The human freezes and their eyes dart around the room, looking for whoever may be waking up first. However, barely anyone moves. The figure looks at the dragon. “What did ya do?” The dragon flicks its tail and small sparkles of orange energy fall from the tip.

…humans…weak…

The hooded figure removes their hood, revealing herself as the little girl with her hair tied back in a bun and her face smeared with black paint. The girl lets out a small laugh as she casually walks over the passed-out adventures toward the brute.

“Ya know,” says the girl, “if I had better morals, I’d probably have a problem with ya, essentially drugging a bunch of people.” The girl and dragon struggle but eventually get the brute's arm off the beast. The dragon leaps onto the floor, stretching its entire body. “All right, do ya thing, Babby.” The dragon lets out another tiny roar.

STOP!

The girl holds her head and crouches in the fetal position as the dragon’s booming voice echoes in her mind. She pulls a rag from her back pocket and covers her nose while the dragon walks around the room. The girl pulls the rag back, finding a small amount of blood.

“Jeez, Bambak, ya going to kill me if ya keep doing that,” says the girl.

…and…?

“And good luck getting anywhere without this adowable face, distracting city guards,” says the girl as she pickpockets the brute. Bambak claws its way up the side of the bed.

…was…face…

“Dragon society must not have hypocrisy,” says the girl as she continues to pickpocket everyone in the room. Bambak pokes its head under the rouge’s cloak until the girl stops him. “Must not have thieves either.”

The girl pulls out a pocket knife while feeling the rouge's arms. She then feels a thin wire attached to a gold ring on the rouge’s finger. The girl follows the wire underneath the rouge’s cloak, finding a device with two vials of yellow liquid on each side.

“A Midas Trap,” the girl cutting the wire. “Take the gold ring, trip the wire, and get sprayed with paralyzing toxins. This guy’s got deep pockets.” The girl starts going through the rouge’s pockets. “let’s see what ya got.” The girl rummages through the rouge’s many pockets, taking whatever she can fit in her own until she pulls out a perfectly square stone. Bambak focuses intensely on the stone.

…Miiiiiiiine…!

The girl rolls her eyes as she drops the stone before Bambak. The dragon quickly wraps its body around the stone and purrs.

“Do I need to leave the room?” asks the girl as she offers Bambak her hand. The dragon glares at her before putting the cube in its mouth and climbing up her arm onto her shoulder.

…disrespectful…

“Ya welcome, Bab,” says the girl.

ENOUGH!

The girl stumbles a bit but manages to stay on her feet. She’s halfway out the window when the girl looks back at the rouge and pulls the ring out of her pocket.

“This look like real gold to ya?” asks the girl, showing the ring to Bambak.

…no…

“Didn’t think so,” says the girl as she grins from ear to ear.

/////

As the sun begins to break past the horizon, the girl walks along the rooftops wearing a cloak that’s two sizes too big for her. She looks at Bambak, his cube still in his mouth, purring on her shoulder.

“You know, ya kinda cute when ya hoarding,” says the girl. Bambak stops purring and glares at her. “I know, I know, the Dragon King isn’t cute. Ya terror incarnate. Ya the strongest magical creature in this realm, ya breath dims the sun, and ya presence withers all life.”

…again…disrespectful…human…

“Imala,” says the girl. " My name’s Imala, not that ya were asking.” The two walk in silence for a few minutes. “Sooooo, the first job went pretty well. You got your rock, and I got paid big time. Guess this is the part where we lay low and figure out which artifact to go after next?”

…hmmmm…

Bambak, begins to smell the air around it and shivers, holding its cube tight.

…lot…rain…

Imala raises an eyebrow as she looks toward the empty sky, even doing a full twirl for insurance. The duo stops above an abandoned shop with a hole in the roof.

“Sure, whatever ya say,” says Imala as the two jump down.

Several feet back, the witch in the teal robes stands on the edge of another rooftop. Her one eye glows as storm clouds begin to float from underneath her hat, spreading across the area. A thick cloud floats just beyond the edge of the rooftop. The witch walks onto it and floats toward the abandoned shop.

. . . . . Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or funny)). Stay safe, keep warm, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY! (PS: I will never forgive Microsoft for what took from me.)

[homoeroticvillain]

an angie and geist codependent moment

Angie dragged herself into Gelo’s room, and collapsed on their bed. Gelo was leaning up against it watching a movie on the old LCD TV they had acquired a few years ago, the sound from it was echoing through Angie’s head as she tried to take her mind off what had just happened.

“I thought you were on a date?” Gelo looked away from the screen to look up at their best friend, who was currently laying face down into a pillow.

“I was.” Came back the muffled response.

“Ah.” Gelo nodded and reached up to pat Angie comfortingly on the leg, “I really thought she might be the one, she was nice.”

“She was.” Angie spoke through the pillow again.

She was nice, practically an angel stranded on earth, which was really uncommon for Angie to date but still, it was a nice change. Angie really thought it was going well too, but then again she always seemed to think it was going well until on what she thought was going to be a normal date they break the news to her about how they don’t think it was going to work out for some reason or another. Although usually that reason is the same one, and that reason is sitting right in front of her watching Ocean’s Eleven.

It was one thing to get broken up with because she turned out to not be their type or because her personality was someone so intolerable to these girls who thought she would be their prince in shining armour and not just someone who had read Jane Austen a few too many times, but to be broken up with because she cared too much about her best friend was another thing. Yes, she cared about Gelo a lot, they had known each other since diapers, it was practically a given that between them and a girl she had been dating for a few weeks that Gelo would be the more important person to her, and that they probably always would be. Yet, for some reason this was always the issue that her girlfriends’ would bring up during the inevitable break up speech. That she would cancel dates to hangout with her best friend, that she would bring them up too often, that her world revolved around them, and how could she call herself a lesbian if she was so desperate to hang out with a man instead of her?

It wasn’t that hard to shrug off when she knew she had a tenacity to date the meanest women she could find but when even the human equivalent of the Virgin Mary is telling her, as gently as possible, that she doesn’t want to fight to even rank number 2, that Angie is starting to think there is some truth to the matter. About it being unfair, not the other stuff. Somehow her mind settled on on an actionable plan that started with asking Gelo to turn around.

“Hm?” Gelo looked away from the screen and turned to face her and immediately as they did so she grabbed the sides of their face and smashed their lips together.

Later Angie would think over why she did this, as no standard reason for kissing someone aligned with her. Despite what some of her exes claimed she had no romantic or sexual attraction to Gelo, not because they were a man, as they aren’t, but simply because she didn’t. She had no desire to enter any sort of relation like that with them nor did she really desire to change their current relationship in any way. She didn’t even really enjoy the kiss, it was messy and uncoordinated and what many people would categorize as a mistake but in that moment she jut needed some way to show how much she cared about them. Angie had never once even considered telling one of the women she’s dated that they were wrong about coming second, or trying to go through with some sort of plea deal where she cut off Gelo for them. She had never considered herself a liar and she was pretty sure kissing Gelo was the truest thing she had ever done.

Gelo pushed her off after several seconds and Angie immediately tried to apologize for her actions, “God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did that,” She did, “And I know you don’t liked to be touched without warning and-”

“It’s fine,” Gelo assured her, “Just…” They scanned her face for a few moments before continuing, “Ask next time, okay?”

Angie nodded with a sigh of relief that she hadn’t managed to fuck up her only lasting relationship. She was pretty sure if she was anyone else Gelo would have put up the front she had seen a million times anytime anyone showed interest in them, a blinding smile and a wink would have been like a death sentence to her. Instead their unsure gaze and mouth that didn’t seem like it was sure whether it was smiling or frowning was the biggest comfort she could have had that Gelo knew what she meant by it. That no matter what it would be them against the world, that their friendship surpassed anything else in her life in it’s importance and that she would get broken up with a million more times just to spend another day with them. Or maybe they just thought she needed physical comfort after a horrible break up. Either way she got up off the bed and moved to sit next to her best friend, after she mouthed a silent request about sitting that close which received a nod, and the two of them settled in for the end of the movie.

[princess-of-thieves-id]

2

Further discussion between Captain Noar and Arik reveal more about the situation at hand...but not all are clued into what is transpiring...

"Fine.  Then you are both going to tell me the truth of what is going on.  Aren't you Miss. Renisa and Mr. Arik?" 

“Let. Her. Go. First.” Arik slowly enunciated each word, pushing the tip of the blade harder against Noar’s back. A spot of red appeared, he’d pay for that later, but it would be worth it. 

Noar released the woman’s neck with a growl in his throat, and held his hands out to his sides. His jaw was clenched and he was lightly shaking his head.  If he wasn’t so pissed, he might have had to hand it to Arik for having balls big enough to hold the Captain of a vessel full of mercenaries at knife point.  However, he was thoroughly and completely pissed, so all he wanted to do was turn around and hit Arik till he was unconscious again.

“She’s free.” Noar said as he moved then side stepped twice to get out from between them.  Arik at his back with a sharp blade was not something he wanted to continue allowing.  He’d prefer no one get injured, but if someone had to, he really preferred it not be him.  

“Turn around,” Arik said to Inara.  Once she did, he sliced through her bonds and then motioned for her to get behind him.  This had Noar’s brow raising as he considered why the knight would do that.  Who was this woman?  Something was wrong with this whole scenario besides his best friend pulling a knife on him.

“Now, she’s free. I’m over here.  Can one of you please tell me what the fuck is going on and why you both are on my ship?” Noar gave them a sarcastic smile and tried his best not to shout at them. His head tilted to the side as he waited.  

Arik was about to tell one hell of a huge lie and he hoped he and Inara could pull it off.  The male in front of him finding out the truth would cause another issue for them he didn’t want.  The truth would come out in time, but by that time hopefully the man in front of him would be a fuck ton more calm.   “My previous mission had a rather catastrophic issue, which had me exiting the castle far in advance of when I was to have.  As I was doing so, I ran into Renisa who tried to help me out of sympathy, pity, or the goodness of her heart.  As I now have a price on my head , I couldn’t just leave her there, so I brought her with me as I ran, Captain…”  He had no idea what name the man was going by now and had been unconscious if there had been an introduction when they were brought into the room.  He reached behind him and took Inara’s hand.  He had no doubt after what had just happened she’d play along.

“Captain Noar,” Inara started, getting the idea that wasn’t his real name since Arik obviously knew he had a previous injury but not knowing his name.  “There are Tribaldi soldiers who are searching for us.  I do not know what the outcome would be if they found us.  I’m sorry for the trouble we have brought to you, we just were trying to get out of the kingdom and to the next unnoticed.”  She was almost trembling, but Arik’s hand tightening on hers helped calm her some.  She was surprised he had defended her the way he had, and still was.

“Arik, put the damn blade away.  If I’d wanted to fight you, I’d have tried to disarm you when you were behind me.”  Now Noar had a droll stare as he looked at the two.  What the fuck had Arik done?!  “How much danger have you put me and my crew in with Tribaldi?”  He looked at the two of them and sighed.  

Arik turned and looked back at Imara, he couldn’t tell her how bad this situation was.  He couldn’t tell Noar how bad it was either.  He would ask what more could go wrong, but he didn’t want to chance the universe deciding to tell him. When he turned his head back to face Noar, his face was grim.  “They would spare Renisa’s life, but I would face beheading.” 

“Motherfucker!” Noar swore, and he saw Renisa move closer to Arik’s back, which meant he was scaring her.  He held up his hands.  “We already have Coaltmor legions after us, so it’s not like we’re not running as well.”  He closed his eyes and shook his head, his arms coming up so his hands could pull his hair back and wrap a leather thong around it to tame it while he thought on what they were going to do now.  One armada after his ship was one thing, now they had two.  “What did you do, Arik?”  

Here went nothing.  He was going to be honest-ish.  “There was to be a wedding in Tribaldi.  I was to guard the Princess from murder.” He saw Noar’s jaw go slack and was glad, what he was hoping to imply was getting across.  “She did not make it to the wedding.  It did not happen, she was not there.  By the time the ceremony was to be, the legion was already hunting me.”  

Noar turned away from Arik and scrubbed his face with both hands.  He should have been there.  His mother had always told him his selfishness would one day cost someone their life.  He was going to be sick.  At least he could save Renisa, that would be his penance.  He stood staring at the wall in front of him blinking slowly, trying to get a grip on himself. 

Arik watched Noar and immediately hated himself.  He knew how Noar would take it, but he could not reveal who was behind him.  And he couldn’t let Inara know who was in front of them.  The situation would go from a shit show to a full blown cataclysm; it was bad enough as it was already.  Inara had a deathgrip on his hand and was pressed against his back gripping his shirt, what he assumed was her forehead was against his shoulder; it was not pointy enough to be her chin and she was shorter than he was.  He could have sworn he heard a sniffle a time or two as well, he hated himself.

“Did she suffer?”  Noar had not turned around, he couldn’t face Arik.  He was still dealing with the news, and not well.  What. Had. He. Caused? 

“No, she went very quietly.  Not a sound was heard.”  Arik answered.  It wasn’t a lie exactly, she had escaped without making a sound.  If Arik hadn’t been in the room, hiding in the shadows, he would have missed her escape completely.  He was hating what Noar was thinking.

Turning around to face the couple, Noar thought for a minute.  “I will find you a room to share on the ship.  You will help with the tasks on board.  We are all fugitives and pirates, so you will be in good company.”  He took a deep breath, “Renisa,” he waited for her head to rise and for her to move so she could see him, “I am sorry for my behavior earlier.  Our departure from Tribaldi was stressful and I was shocked to see the state Arik was in.  You did not deserve that. I hope in time you can forgive me.”  He inclined his head towards her.

Inara nodded but said nothing.  She was still in shock and slightly terrified of the Captain and confused about what was going on between him and Arik.  The one thing she did know was that Arik was ready to commit violence to keep her safe, so until they were alone, she was going to be quiet and stay right next to him. 

Arik let go of Inara’s hand and slid his arm around her waist to pull her next to him.  The Princess was trembling, and he wanted to comfort her.  He couldn’t really blame her for her fear.  Noar was intimidating when he wasn’t completely pissed off.  Six four, broad shoulders, dark eyes, and an overall demeanor that made most people uneasy.  When Arik was around him, people tended to scatter, so the fact Inara was almost clinging to the six foot two, even darker complected in all ways Arik he found ironic.  The fact he hadn’t had her up against the wall by her neck probably factored into that.

Noar was still trying to figure out this dynamic and it was not computing for him.  Walking over to the door, he opened it about six inches.  As he suspected there were several of his men out there, he closed his eyes and shook his head with a wry smile.  “Will one of you please take the lovely Miss Renisa to one of our empty rooms with the larger bed, get linens, BE. NICE.  Also, get some water, see if she’s hungry.  She’s a personal guest at this time.  Got it?” He raised his brows and got nods all around.  

Turning back to where the couple stood.  “You will be safe.  No one is going to harm you.  I need to speak with Arik privately.  He will join you shortly, I promise.”  Noar hoped she’d go on her own.  Having one of his men pick her up and carry her would just make everything ugly again.  No doubt someone would get stabbed, most likely him. “Renisa, it’s ok.  I’ll be there in just a minute.  I know Noar.  He’s an asshole, but he doesn’t lie.  If he says you’re safe, you are.”  Arik nodded at her and kissed her cheek softly as he pulled her in tighter.  “I told you I’d keep you safe, I’m not stopping that now that we’re on the boat.”  He met her eyes when he pulled back and she nodded, Arik was thankful she trusted him.  It was a small blessing.

“Thank you, Captain Noar.” Inara said as she passed him.  He nodded, and felt horrible for what happened earlier.  She was gorgeous and now seemed like a frightened kitten.  While he didn’t mind intimidating his crew, and those he needed to, he normally didn’t go around attacking innocent women for no reason.  The fact she was with Arik made it even worse.  

As soon as the door closed, he turned to Arik.  “How fucked are we?  Be straight with me.  Does she have any clue who I am?”

[fragrantpines]

I have a lot mixed feelings about the second part of the event.

[vulcanhello]

[maysoulrose]

The Thief and The Moon chapter 11

Skyrim fanfic Brynjolf x my dark elf oc

—————————————— chapter 11———————

“Now for the fun bit!” Allustria squees with excitement. Brynjolf smiled at her enthusiasm. They escaped the tunnels beneath the meadery and had found the brewing vats. Allustria jumps up the stairs to the top of the enormous containers, dancing to each one, and spilling the poison into them. She leaps from the second floor, grabbing onto a pipe to swing from and slow her fall, landing next to Brynjolf, who just watches her, mesmerized. She tosses the bottle behind her shoulder  and grabs his hands. 

“Let’s go watch the show~”

Allustria leads Brynjolf into the shop. She smiles at Mallus at the bar and waves at Sabjorn, who scowls at Brynjolf.

“Who’s this?”

“Oh, him? I thought he’d be a great addition for the payment of a job well done” She bats her eyes. “But if you’re not into threesomes, He can just watch~” Brynjolf turns to her, shocked. Sabjorn’s face is burning. He flicked his eyes at Mallus to see if he was paying attention, who was indeed, and had a hand over his mouth stifling a laugh. 

“Ahem..”  The Captain of the Guard cleared his throat from the corner of the room. Allustria leans forward to look past Brynjolf, who was still speechless. She waves at the Captain who ignores her. 

“Can we please just get this done.” He spoke, rolling his eyes.

“O-of course sir!” Sabjorn pours the man a fresh brew and waits. The captain takes a sip and immediately spits it out, spraying it all over Sabjorn’s face. 

“WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS? You told me you got rid of your rat problem!” The Captain spat all the remnants of the drink onto the ground. He grabbed the little man by the upper arm and led him to the door. “You’re coming with me. It’s obvious now that you’re not fit to run this place.” He wipes his mouth with his free hand and looks over to Mallus.  “You, you’re in charge here until I sort this thing out!” 

“Yes, sir.” Mallus gets out between hushed laughter.

“Wait, I— There’s been a misunderstanding!” Sabjorn pleaded.

“Shut up and get going!” 

Mallus burst into laughter as soon as the door was shut behind them. 

“That was even better than I could have possibly expected! And with your little remark of bedding him for payment?  Even better, HAH!” He continues with his laughter.

“Yeah,” Brynjolf grabs Allustria by the arm. “What was that about? Were you going to actually sleep with the man?!”

She lifts her chin and looks Brynjolf dead in the eyes. A smile spreads across her lips.

“Of course not~” she cocks her head to the side. “It was just obvious that he was a horny little bastard. Plus… he’s not my type~” Her tongue slides across her lips as she looks Brynjolf up and down. He swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to ignore the familiar throb pulsing in his pants. 

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After getting payment from Mallus, who also offered his services as a fence, they walked back to the city gates of Whiterun. Not much was said between them. Since the sun was setting, they decided it would be best to get a couple rooms at the Bannered Mare and head back to Riften in the morning.  Allustria checked on Shadowmere and then they passed through the gates once again. 

“We need to get some more inconspicuous clothing.” Allustria whispered when noticing one too many guards keeping an eye on them. 

“You can say that again. Let’s get a couple rooms first, then we can figure that out.”

“Agreed.”

They hurry through the streets and enter the tavern in the marketplace. It was just as bustling as it was before. Hulda greeted them, warmly, as she did everyone. 

“Got a couple of rooms to spare?” Allsutria leaned on the counter. Brynjolf followed her, resting his arm next to her while he scoured the patrons. 

“Afraid not. We’re quite busy tonight and only have the one available. Upstairs with the balcony.”

Brynjolf and Allustria exchange glances. They kind of shrug at each other.

“...We’ll take it.” The elf smiles, keeping her eyes on Brynjolf’s.

Hulda accepted their payment and called Saadia over, who showed them to their room.  It was incredibly private, being the only room on the second floor. Brynjolf looked all around and whistled with approval. When Saadia left them, they dumped their packs next to the bed. 

“I guess… I’ll get a bedroll and sleep on the floor. You take the bed.” Brynjolf started. “Looks like there’s a couple of extra blankets in the dresser that I can use—“

“Don’t be an idiot, it’s a double bed. We can share.” Allustria plopped down on the mattress. He looked a little nervous.

“What?”  Her eyebrow raises. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite… hard.” She teases him. 

He snorts, smiling a little, feeling unsure. 

“It’s fine, I’ll take the floor.” He persists. Allustria frowns, but decides to leave it for now. 

To Allustria’s surprise, Brynjolf begins undressing in front of her. Swiftly unbuckling his armor, slipping off the leather belts and gloves. She sits and watches him, wondering if he finally decided to make a move. He kept his eye on her, smirking, and pulled off all the upper half of his thieves guild armor, revealing his soft cotton shirt beneath.

“What? You said to get a change of clothes~” He remarked at her staring wide eyed at him. She blushed and averted her eyes. Brynjolf adored that reaction. He always felt a rush of pride when he was able to fluster her. 

Allustria got up and headed for the door.

“Where do you think you're going?” 

“Unlike you, I need to go get something else to wear. I’ll be back soon.” She haphazardly waved and disappeared out of sight. He smiled to himself and began folding up his discarded clothes, and did a little unpacking. Might as well get a little comfortable, since they’re not in a hurry to get home. 

After laying out some blankets on the floor for his bed, Brynjolf did his hotel room routine of checking every cabinet door and drawer, and pocketed anything worth his time. 

 His eyes trail to the double bed. He brushed his fingertips along the covers and couldn’t help but imagine sharing them with her. Alone together with party goers an earshot away. His cheeks began to burn and a knot formed in his stomach at the thought. A nervous, but excited thought. 

Thinking of waking up to her staring at him, morning sun shining through the gaps in the roof. Daring to explore his imagination a bit further and wondered what might take place during the night. Maybe she would steal a kiss from him and lead him to the bed for further exploration. 

Brynjolf closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander a moment before continuing his search for goodies hidden in the room. A couple of septims had fallen beneath the bed frame from previous attendees. After collecting them, he kept his head to the floor. Maybe a ruby had rolled beneath a cabinet as well. 

Once finished, he leaned against the balcony railing and watched the tavern’s patrons. The sun had set and people from all over were coming in for their time to relax and socialize. He found himself checking the door occasionally. Still no sign of Allustria. 

Brynjolf decided to go down and join the party while he waited for her return. Taking a seat at the bar, he sipped on a bottle of mead, and observed.  Women were flirting with the guards, old friends were catching up, and mercenaries were sprinkled amongst them. It was incredibly lively. Every seat was taken and there was barely room to walk around. A few of the lovely ladies had wandered his way to flirt with him. Asking where he was from, if he was with anyone. He looked them up and down and would smile, but not engage. 

Occasionally, Brynjolf would slip his fingers into loose pockets as the owners would drunkenly stumble by. Fetching some jewelry and other treasures. 

Suddenly a symphony of wolf whistles filled the room. Brynjolf stopped mid-sip when he saw Allustria coming towards him. 

She was adorned in jewels. A necklace delicately hung from her neck, bracelets at her wrists, rings on her fingers, and golden earrings framed either side of her cheeks. Half of her hair was tied up in a loose bun, held there by a single smooth stick. Bits of silky white hair hung around her face, draping across her shoulders and down her back. 

Her dress was as beautiful and sensual as the elf herself. It had off shoulder sleeves, a small amount of golden green fabric covering her chest, tucked into a corset that snuggly wrapped around her waist. The dress spilled out from the bottom, passing her knees, and barely brushing against the tops of her feet. There was a high slit in the skirt that showed off her long legs. A pair of golden yellow boots adorned her feet, and climbed her leg, settling just past her knees. 

Keeping her eyes on her goal, she completely ignored the mercenaries and guards that approached her, and walked straight to Brynjolf who was still at the bar. Without a stutter, she elegantly placed herself right on his lap, wrapping her hands around his neck. 

“Is this seat taken?” She asked. He laughed, eyes darting between hers. He downed the rest of his drink and wiped his mouth.

“It is now, Lass~” Wrapping his arms around her waist, trapping her. Her heart swelled at his firm grasp on her. She let out a tiny yelp and looked down at him with surprise. He kept his eyes on the crowd, but tightened his grip around her hips, knowing she felt a poke from beneath her.  She blushed and took note that he was a lively one…

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The night consisted of merriment and drinks all around, with which Allustria partook of, heavily. Brynjolf decided to keep it minimal with the booze, since she seemed to be extra enthusiastic about it. He thought that someone should keep a level head. Allustria would get up occasionally to go dance at the bard’s music and flirt with the men she noticed eyeing her up. Brynjolf kept watch on her, making sure she wasn’t sloshed enough to be taken advantage of. Normally he’d be jealous, watching her dance around another man. She'd fall in his lap and ruffle his hair before getting up to dance some more. But he noticed her often looking in his direction, as if checking to make sure he was watching her.  It eased his mind.

He oddly found himself enjoying it when she toyed with someone else. Every time he saw someone lingering their eyes on her, he felt the pain of arousal, just wanting her more. One of the onlookers got bold enough to caress his hand up her exposed thigh when she got close. Brynjolf was envious of what those fingertips were feeling. 

Allustria lowered her eyes to the culprit and smiled, but pushed him away with her toes, and gave him a naughty look.

She twirled around, hair swirling in every direction. She had taken her shoes off at some point and found a spot to dance near the fire, being the center of attention. Everyone watched, cheering and clapping to the upbeat tune. She tapped her toes, isolating her hips, moving them expertly, and fluidly maneuvered her wrists through the air. Keeping perfectly in time with the beat.

Bending this way and that, arching her back so she faced the beams, dancing her fingers in the light above her. Brynjolf didn’t know she was so flexible. She spun in place, hair whipping behind her, then stopped on her heel just as the song had ended.

The crowd cheered for her performance. Her chest raised and fell dramatically, showing how out of breath she was. Her skin glistened from a light sweat. A beautiful smile permanently stuck on her face. She blew kisses to the crowd and with a wobbly gait, she took her place next to Brynjolf. 

“I didn’t know you could dance so well,” he nudged. She accepted another drink and leaned her back against the bar.

“I have many talents~” She said with a slight slur in her voice. Perhaps having a few too many. 

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Time passed. Most of the crowd had dispersed. Hulda was leaning on her elbows, trying not to fall asleep, as she waited for the party goers to hit the hay or head to their homes. A couple drunkards were passed out, sprawled across the floor. Allustria was moments away from being one of them.

“I think it’s time we head to our room, Lass.” Brynjolf helped her to her feet, letting her lean her full weight on him. 

“Nhhhnnnnnnnnn” She mumbled, not helping in any shape or form.

“C’mon, Lass, work with me!” He ended up slinging her arms over his right shoulder and scooping her up, arms wrapped tightly just beneath her butt. He thanked Hulda for the hospitality and carried the elf up the stairs to their private room. 

He plopped her down on the bed and carefully lowered her onto her back. When trying to slip his arm out from under her, she quickly wrapped hers around his neck. He caught himself from almost falling right on top of her. His red hair, messy, and dangling in his face. She breathed deeply and opened her eyes to see him leaning over her. Smiling at the view. 

“Brynjooooolf.” She called, furrowing her eyebrows into a glare. “Why haven’t you kissed me yeeeeeeet?” 

His stomach filled with butterflies.  

“Don’t you like me?” Her lips formed an exaggerated frown.

“Of course I like you.” He replied, softly, and removed her hair stick from its entanglement. He brushed any loose strands away from her eyes and caressed her cheek. Her pout remained.

“Then kiss me…” She sighed, barely able to keep her eyes open. 

“Sorry, Lass… but not when you’re this drunk.” He laughs. “I’m not sure if that’s the booze talking and I don’t want to be wrong.”

“Hmmmnnn….” Her grip loosened around his neck and she let her arms go limp. Brynjolf’s eyes fell to the necklace draped across her collar bones. The top of her dress was tight and looked as though she could spill out of it with any sudden movement. By the Gods he wanted to do as she asked and more. 

“Did you like my show?” She whispered. Eyelids lowering.  “It was all for you…” she cooed.

Never had the butterflies residing in Brynjolf's stomach been so excited. He thought about caving in. Letting his arms give way and meeting her soft lips with his. But not yet. He wanted to be sure of her feelings. 

“I loved it.” He answered, lowering himself ever so slightly. A smile appeared across her lips. He let his fingertips trail down the side of her corset. Fingering the straps, considering loosening them…. So she could sleep more comfortably, of course. 

“Good~” She whispered, finally letting her eyes stay shut. He leaned in a little more and took in a deep breath, letting her scent intoxicate him.  She began to hum softly. Brynjolf's heart beat faster as he dared to inch closer.  The tips of their noses were inches from each other. Tilting his head to the side, he aimed for his goal, but stopped when he noticed her humming turned into soft snores as she fell asleep. 

He sighed, but smiled to himself. He let his shoulders relax and shook his head, shaking off the lust.  He decided that it would be alright to loosen the corset's laces after all. Unraveling the knot and tugging them loose. 

“Goodnight, Lass.” Brynjolf leaned forward and pressed his lips against her forehead instead. He sat up and took another look at her.  “You have no idea how much I want you.” pausing for a moment, he lifts her hand and kisses her delicate fingers. Lingering them to his lips.

Brynjolf reluctantly pulled himself away and bent down, picking up one of his blankets. He unraveled it and laid it on top of her. Then he kicked his shoes off and plopped his rump on his bedroll. He looked up to the rafters and let out a deep sigh, wondering if there was something wrong with him. He laid back, but his mind went on. 

She was just drunk. She’s always a complete flirt. What’s the difference between him and every other male she rests her eyes upon? His heart sank at those thoughts. 

‘Does she actually have feelings for me? Or was it just the booze.’ He debated on that thought for a good while. 

Turning onto his side with his hands tucked under his cheek, he looked over to her. All he could see were the soles of her feet dangling off the side of the bed. However she feels, he’s just glad she’s chosen to spend so much time with him.  

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8 | chapter 9 | chapter 10 | chapter 11

[kazbiter]

anyone want to guess what I'm thinking about?? yeah u got me it's what I'm always thinking about it's ronan lynch

[fishybehavior]

So uhhh

"Evil" plasmashipping anyone??

[thenixkat]

Halflings -> a hairless biped with fire magic

Centaurs -> a horned and hooved quadruped with electricity magic

Elves -> a horned and hooved mostly hairless biped with ??? magic

Not decided on what kind of magic elves have. Humans have fire magic that’s explained by their Sun serpent/fire bird creation myths. Centaurs have electric magic based on their Moon spider god creation myths. Not got so much on elves yet other than they’re dicks and they live in the north, their range overlaps with coldblood centaurs but they live even more north than that as well.

(Coldblood centaur northern range ends with the farthest northern rage of forest. Any farther north than that and they’d have serious issues meeting their food needs) 

[ezmameow]

Random

Theoretically, I could make a game I just thought about. It just require some system to be built that supports the mechanic. Mostly ownership and trust system. A quest system too, but really I just need a way to organize or name tasks. The idea is to play as a thieving character of an oppressed race. The base goal is to make people happy or at least the non-humans by helping them (by completing tasks that are usually doable by stealing, but there could be normal tasks as well). The fail mechanic is being caught after a certain amount of time. certain cases may require one not to be caught at all. The thieving mechanics would vary. The base way to steal is to increase trust or distract the person you are stealing from. Another way is tracking them and seeing when the goods are placed less securely. Sometimes goods are low value so you could just swipe it when no one notice. The hardest goods would require locating resource to break the security and time it accordenly. Probably would have foraging and poaching a crimes in areas since in that world humans are not kind to non-humans.

[knights-and-theives]

Knights thieves and the thing line between them.

Chapter one

Along the weaving beaches and ports of the sword coast passing the lush Forests and untouched emerald fields, through the canopy and into an opening the seaside kingdom of Oppidum Mare comes into view, it's towering buildings and famously impenetrable fortresses solidifying it's superiority to the surrounding area.

Weaving through the bustling streets of strong medieval homes and businesses, people of all flavours walk the streets, the city being a cultural melting pot like most cities of this magnitude.

As the buildings become more distinguished and are of higher quality, the quality of people changes too, with many high members of society like lawyers and grand sorcerers walking on the much fancier streets below them.

Coming up to the castle, the royal palace. A fortress said to be blessed with divine protection from the gods themselves, this place is the sacred home of the royal family and their forever loyal guardsmen, just entering the castle is a privilege not everyone has, just in the entrance alone, the sheer magnitude and grandeur of the architecture and design is astounding.

moving through the castles halls is quite surreal, it seems very quiet and desolate with the occasional maid or knight roaming the halls tending to their duties, then, down an offshoot hallway from the main hallway is a relatively ornate wooden door with a brass plaque on the door that reads "doctor Ozma Oxnard, psychiatric consultation" written in fancy lettering, the voices of both the doctor and his current patient can be heard through the door.

A young man lays in a satin, therapist style couch near the centre of the room, as the doctor sits in a fancy armchair that sits near the headrest of the couch, holding a clipboard and pen, With a cup of warm liquid sitting comfortably on a small table next to him.

"I just feel like I should be happier about it, you know?" The young man says dimly, he seems to be in his mid 20's with short and scruffy brown hair tipped with a dark green, his skin is a light hazel, appearing to be quite clean and well kept, he wears a soft green cloak made of a high quality cotton that neatly covers his shoulders and lower back, it has a laced connection on the front to allow adjustments to the tightness around the neck, the cloak also has a sizable hood professionally stitched on at the back of the collar, the hood is made of the same material as the cloak, under the cloak, He is wearing an olive green casual tunic and a pair of baggy trousers that are a complimentary light wood brown, that go with his very dark brown leather boots, the young man continues to stare blankly at the ceiling, as he continues to question his entire life.

"Well..." the man pauses. Taking a moment to think before continuing to speak "with the promotion like the one you are receiving, it makes perfect sense that you'd be anxious, Mr Ravenguard" the man speaks with a classy accent and talks with maturity and wisdom, the man looks to be in his early 50's his hair greyed and styled neatly, he wears a casual suit, with his shirt worn loosely, his sleeves rolled up, and his tie nowhere to be seen. His circle shaped wire frame glasses sit comfortably on the brim of his nose as he looks at 'mr Ravenguard' with interest and concern as he jots down a few notes as 'Mr Ravenguard' speaks again.

"I suppose... I just," He too pauses, thinking over how he should word his next statement. "it's so much responsibility, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that, not yet at least..." His eyes squint slightly, as he recoils into the therapy couch slightly.

"Look." he says affirmatively as he sets his clipboard down, adjusts his glasses as he leans in toward him. "there's no shame in being afraid of your responsibilities, what's important is that you uphold them despite that fear, like I have said to you before, bravery is not the absence of fear, it is acting in spite of it" he talks to 'mr Ravenguard' with a soothing wisdom that seems to calm him down.

"huh... I guess you're right... I mean I've always had a similar mentality while working in the guard, being brave and whatnot, but I guess this is a different situation to try and apply it to." He sighs, his eyes looking more lively than before. "thanks Oz, you always have something wise to say. I feel better about it all now, thanks" he says, smiling.

"oh please, just doing my job Mr Ravenguard" he says dismissively, as he returns the smile, albeit softer.

"cmon, we talked about this, please call me Leo, calling me Mr makes me feel old... no offense" he looks at Ozma, who seems amused by Leo's comment. Simply rolling his eyes as he continues to speak.

"of course, Leo" he looks back at Leo with his amused expression, he then looks down at his watch as his expression becomes slightly somber, "ah... it appears our time is up Leo. same time next week then?" He asks.

"oh, yeah. that sounds good." he grabs a notebook from a side table, it seems to be barely holding itself together, many stray notes and various pieces of paper jut out at different angles, but despite its messiness, it seems very well loved and cared for.

"Lemme see here.." he pauses for a moment as he flips through the book to a new page, the page he flips to has the current date neatly written at the top and various times and duties written on the page.

"yeah, seems all good to me, next time I see you, you'll be talking to captain Ravenguard" he chuckles as he proclaims with slight pride and authority, all to ozma's amusement.

"It seems so" he smiles and chuckles slightly in amusement at Leo's behaviour. "I do wish you all the best in the promotion" he continues to smile softly.

"thanks" Leo smiles more gently at Ozma before gets up from the couch and gathers his things, consisting only of his notepad and pen, Leo then walks to the door of the office, as ozma sends leo off "goodbye leo" ozma says, still smiling.

"later doc" Leo waves as he leaves the room and closes it behind him, entering into one of the castle's many hallways, the interior walls of the castle are tall and intimidating, in fact, to leo the whole construct has given off an energy of strength and power ever since he's been here, Leo turns left and begins walking down the hallway.

'i should probably freshen up a little before bed huh?, I doubt anyone wants to see a post therapy Leo right?' Leo thinks to himself, mindlessly walking down the corridors as he twists and turns without a second thought showing just how accustomed he has become to living in the castle guard dormitories.

'It's kinda weird how they're called "dormitories" even though we aren't students... I should bring that up to Ga-' *thud*.

"Ow!" Leo is snapped out of his thoughts as he clashes head first into another person, the stack of books they were carrying, dropping to the ground unceremoniously in a mess of paper and disappointment.

"Oh!, I'm so sorry" the girl, speaking with a high appearing to be some kind of maid, dressed in a black and white dress, also wearing a frilly maid headband, it adorns her short silver hair that curls inwards slightly at the ends, leo catches himself before he looks for too long, the girl seemingly too preoccupied with gathering her books, he quickly gathers himself, crouching down and begins helping the girl collect her books "it's alright, really. I wasn't looking where I was going" Leo apologizes profusely.

"t-thank you for the help I-" as she looks up and gets a better look at Leo she cuts herself off, recognising him near immediately "Oh my goodness!" her eyes widened slightly behind her round rimmed glasses "Mr Ravenguard, sir!" She stands up quite quickly, her arms still occupied by her books, standing almost to attention in Leo's presence. while Leo stood in front of her still rather confused.

"I'msosorryforinconveniencingyousirishouldreallylookwhereimgoingamitalkingfasticanttellsorryagainillgetoutofyourway" The girl's speratic apologies fall on deaf ears as Leo looks terribly confused as he tries and fails to comprehend the speed of which she's speaking.

"H-hey, slow down!" Leo states in a, which makes the girl  down, but she seems to be embarrassed about this whole interaction. "okay, let's start with your name, okay?" Leo speaks a little more confidently, shifting his stance to appear more casual.

"oh! R-Right.." her face is slightly flushed "Emily Strauthorn," she says more normally than before, she puts her hand between them, intending to shake his. "at your service, Mr Ravanguard" her voice seems more calm and professional.

Leo extends his hand back with enthusiasm, "Lieutenant Leo Ravanguard... Although you already knew that apparently..."he trails off his sentence as he shakes her hand "it's nice to meet you" he smiles at her which in turn makes her smile back as she returns the handshake.

The handshake continues for an uncomfortable amount of time before Leo finally breaks it and Emily starts to speak, breaking the awkward silence between them. "I should uhm..." she pauses as she sheepishly sways her foot back and forth as Leo scratches his head nervously "get back to work huh?" Emily says as she readjusts the books in her arms "y-yeah" Leo says. Emily then reluctantly walks off. She turns to him as she walks away "it was nice meeting you too" she says as she walks off, her footsteps getting quieter before she turns a corner and vanishes completely.

"Weird..." Leo says quietly, more to himself if anything, as Emily is definitely too far away to hear him. Leo breathes a sigh of relief before he continues on his way, still thinking on his brief interaction with Emily.

As Leo walks through the castle he glances at the walls of the grand hallway looking at the many oil paintings of the past monarchs most of which Leo doesn't recognise they all however, look very similar, royal clothing, distinguished expressions, soon Leo makes it to the end of the painting hallway, taking a right into a less fancy part of the castle, the right wing.

From what Leo remembers, the right wing is one of the oldest parts of the castle, supposedly a part of the initial construction when it was built around 300 years ago, Leo couldn't remember the exact number. but despite it's historical significance, it's current use is the knights dormitories,  of course Leo never questioned it.

Continuing through the right wings more rustic, but still regal hallways he eventually reaches the dorms, and by proxy, his sleeping quarters.

The door to Leo's dorm creaks open to an empty room as he stands in the doorway his dark room a stark contrast to the bright hall behind him, he flicks the light switch as he enters the lights flicker on, they glow a dim yellow as the light pours into the corners of his main room, to call it a "living" room would be giving it too much credit, he feels his cheek muscles ache from forcing his smile as he walks into his room and closes the wooden door behind him. his main room is adorned in basic wooden furniture, the decor is bland and uninspired, the drab walls are lined with little to no decoration, if you can even call it that. A very accurate manifestation of his mental state,Leo always made sure his quarters were kept in near mint condition, but despite how clean and tidy his room was, it never felt like a home, not to him Anyway.

Walking through his main room Leo sits down on the end seat of his sofa before falling sideways onto it, laying down more comfortably, he looks up at the wall in front of him, looking above the mantle piece at the clock hanging on the wall, he looks at it from his sideways point of view and sees it's 10.02 pm.

"Mmm" Leo turns his head and groans into his pillow out of his newfound exhaustion "I should really get to bed before I... Zzzzz" leo proceeds to pass out from exhaustion.

(Thoughts?)

[zarnzarn]

@irondork tags on the first post made me go heheh out loud so heres part two of the reverse odyssey au

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1/2/3?

They set out in the morning.

Laertes and Anticles have taken over the throne until they return with the lost king, tears in their eyes as they wave the ship off, the smallest and sleekest one, fitted with twice the sails. Penelope and Telemachus keep their eyes on Ithaca until the last moment, her nails digging into his shoulder as they stand at the bow, and then she sighs and turns them to the captain's cabin with determination.

They turn into the open ocean with nothing but hope, all thirty five men that could fit in the boat rowing unrelentingly. She remembers some of them from the march out. They had left years ago as farmers and theives, come back as weatherbeaten soldiers, loyal and hardworking.

And guilty. Grieving, even, that their king gave up his life for them, thirty-five of them with either no one to go home to, or over-dedicated to the king, or filled with some odd sense of machismo, Cmietine had said, the night before they left.

Penelope knew better. They loved her husband, these men, to the bone, as had all the others who had begged and pleaded to be chosen to come. She knew better than anyone what it was like, after all, to have Odysseus look at you with his Athena-gifted eyes, to have him pull you in with a warm around your shoulders and a rakish grin as he flattered and joked and laughed. Knew better than anyone what it felt like to be caught in his wit and loyalty, to have his love and knew that helplessly, you could not help but love him in return. And for him to have fought by their side for ten years, brought almost every man home alive?

She knew the men loved Odysseus.

And she would use that well.

"Full speed ahead!" She shouts, trying to remember the confidence of her husband's orders, and keeps her eyes on the birds.

The first year, they sail until they run out of food, all the way back to Troy and then around, with one man in each direction awake at all times to search for even a glimpse of their wayward king. Penelope demands stories while they sail, of every scrap of her Odysseus from their eyes, encouraging them with what she can, making plans and strategies with Polites and Eurylochus and everyone else for when they find him.

They treat her with respect, to her surprise, never favouring another's order over hers or hesitantly explaining the reasons why they couldn't instead of dismissing her outright, that she wryly thinks must be at least partly borne of fear.

"I mean no offense, my lady," one of them says one day, rowing hard as he talks, after she says this. "But he really never shut up about you, ever. He once spent an entire evening after battle yelling at us how you would have done better."

She laughs at the thought, cheeks hot, even as the other sailors yell about disrespect and conduct before the queen and throw various things at the young man's yelping face.

Telemachus grows well on the ship. He finds it as easy to adapt as both his parents, and is beloved by the sailors as their own as he learns to handle ropes and oars and sails.

He does not understand the curse, does not understand why the adults around him weep so much, only knows that his father now swims in the waters and needs to be brought home.

Perhaps that is why he is the one to glimpse the scales in the water on the day they run out of food, despite Penelope's strictest rationing, when they all gather on the deck to hang their heads before one last speech, as the order is finally given to turn the ship back around home.

"Hello!" He shouts, waving wildly. "I'm Telemachus! Your son!"

His father blinks at him with five eyes- greyer than his, but still grey like his own- then smiles widely, waving back.

Telemachus hears gasps and cries and his mother's shout, but doesn't really wanna turn- he's finally seeing his father! After so long! Which means they can finally go home!

Penelope nearly trips them both overboard with how hard she rushes into him, one hand to her mouth as she sees Odysseus at last, at last. He looks gaunt, tail no longer silver but bright with dappled orange and red and yellow, dark brown like his hair, and they watch his expression wobble and tears leak onto his wet face as all thirty five of them clamber to the side of the ship, trembling with emotion as they shout greetings at him.

"Odysseus!" Penelope screams, laughing with joy as she gathers her chlamys up and steps onto the edge of the ship, ignoring the panicked rush of men trying to grab at her and the begging for Telemachus to stop trying to follow her bad examples. "Come here, you great idiot- where have you been?"

He swims closer almost hesitantly, diving under a wave and then reappearing next to the boat. He looks- shy, of all things, something like raw fear crossing his face as he flicks his tail and comes closer, even as the men run to get the nets, the ropes, the tub. Penelope laughs and reaches over the bow of the ship to strain downwards, arm outstretched to her husband, tears streaming down her face as he catches the next wave enough to meet the tips of her fingers.

And then Eurylochus next to her bellows, "NO!"

They all nearly jump out of their skin, and Penelope turns to look at her brother-in-law running across the deck to where one sailor is undoing the rope wound around a dirty rucksack, bag falling from his hand in shock.

Odysseus' fingers barely touch her own as the wave passes by, and then the winds of Aeolus still trapped in the bag burst out in a furious maelstrom, carrying their ship away in one direction, pushing the ocean waters in a forceful blow in the opposite, leaving Penelope screaming her husband's name in desperation as they're pulled apart once more.

Odysseus' answering scream of horror carries on the wind back to them, and then nothing at all.