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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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I am how you say fucking dead 💀🤠 CASKET

I HAVE REALIZED YOU ARE ALSO THE WRITER OF THAT OTHER VERY WELL WRITTEN KYLO REN FIC AND I BOW DOWN AT YOUR FEET

GAAAAAHHHH

I wiSH I COULD TELL YOU HOW BADLY I THINK THIS IS WEL-WRITTEN AND AMAZING i am rereading what i just typed and that sounds weird but i just mean that it it VERY VERY WELL WRITTEN AND I AM DEAD

anyway

The droning rush of water from your washroom; the oh-so-gentle hum of your voice lilting a pretty little rhythm as you showered, catching every minute or so on a new tone you fancied, a new song you remembered in your idle, innocent pleasure; the blood pulsing in his ears and underneath his hot skin like sticky, molten honey.

😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫JUST THIS THE PULSING IN HIS EARS THE MOLTEN HONEY FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK THATS SO PRETTY AND VIVID AND SHOOOOT ME ATT THEEE BACCKCK OF THE HEADDD

Kylo Ren exhaled a harsh, grating sigh from deep in his chest. It sounded rather like a pathetic attempt at purging his body of the heat welling up inside it now, as he stood over your bedside table, taking in the strange variety of baubles and trinkets you kept while he waited for you to be done.

PATHETIC ATTEMPT AT PURGING HIS BODY

[INTENSE SLAPPING SOUND AND EXPLOSIONS YOU KNOW THOSE TACKY SFX THAT ONE] GAAAHHHHH SOOOOOOOOOOO PRETTTTTYYYY FUCKK

He was here for…less than justifiable reasons, though he disguised them so well under the guise of duty. He was your Master, after all; he would escort you where you needed go if he so wished.

A MASTER ABUSING HIS POWER AND YET I LOVE HIM STILL GRRR BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

Your voice drifted up an octave on a complex trill from the washroom; made Ren's vision dip sideways for just a second, as somewhere low in his abdomen the fires of all that he "wished" responded. He'd never known his sweet new apprentice to have a proclivity for singing.

THE COMPLEX TRILL GIRRLLLLL UGHHHH 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 ITS LIKE THIS FIC IS MADE FOR ME THE MUSICAL WORDS ARE STABBING AT MY HEART (COS IM A MUSIC STUDENT) IDK I JUST LOVE SEEING THEM IN LITERATURECALL ME A SIMP NAJSJJSJSJSJJSKSJJSSJJSJSJ DEATH DYING DEAD

He wondered just how he could make you sing were he to be the one orchestrating your songs.

[ULTRA MEGA INTENSE SCREAMING BARKING THROWING UP BASHING HEAD ON THE WALL]

Kylo Ren's nostrils flared. How he wished he'd worn the mask—though he'd wanted you to see him, when he fetched you; had wanted to see the pretty little flush on your face when you saw him.

The place he'd watched you sleeping, all the way from his own chambers not so far down the hall, exerting an absurd amount of power just to clarify the image of you. Soft, gentle, shivering with the quiet mewls of sleep under your blankets.

HES SUCH A CREEP BUT I WANT HIM SO BAD

He paced the length of your room, raking a flexing hand through the mess of unnaturally perfect, thick curls around his face.

Fuck.

💗me💗

Kylo’s lungs filled with the tastes of you—those that he imagined. The deep, thick haze of the water. The chemical compounds of your soaps. The intimate scent of your closeness, a natural, musky perfume. He’d gotten hints of it before, when even the filters in his mask hadn’t been able to control how pin-like his attention became when you’d once needed to press up close to him, inside an elevator transport overcrowded by troopers.

NWJWJSHSHSWJSJJWN IS HE LICKING THE AIR HAAHHAHAH HELP NO I KNOW HES NOT BUT I AM IMAGINING HIM LICCKING TBE AIR

Also this reminds me of our field trip to a bread factory and it smelled SO NICE THAT YOU COULD TASTE THE SWEETNESS IN THE AIR or idk i was a liar as a kid

The fit was plentiful, if not perfect—and ah, how for once he wished how that were untrue, for of course his own hand would fit so massive an endowment. He was well aware his size dwarfed others. But then, this was true for all parts of him, hands included.

SIR ❗ I COULD TAKE HIM IN A FIGHT AND OTHERWISE GGRRRR BARK BAKR WOOOF AWOOOOOO

It was everything he’d been imagining and aching for. Everything he’d gotten so hard over, and it was so much more than he’d expected. Because when he didn’t have to imagine, when there was no effort but listening, there was no distraction from the currents of pure bliss which hissed down the lines of his powerful body. There was no interruption to impede the shocks which cut across his spine down into the very base of him, infusing each sense with you, you, you.

KYLO AT YN, ME AT KYLO:

How was he to do this here?

HAHAHAAHHAHAHA NO BUT SAME THOUGHTS IM SO GLAD HE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT HES SO SMART BAHAHAHAHAHA MY PSYCHOTIC BABY BOY

And so he saw within moments that you had not been thinking of him. Not as you climbed the rungs of that precarious ladder to orgasm, savoring what you could through all your vague frustrations on the way up.

And i oop someone jelly

There were hints of himself, he saw—pieces of his mask, his body, which stood out with clarity, he thought but couldn’t be sure… As if your thoughts had merely mentioned him to you, before other things had come to suffuse your senses with frustration and heat alike, and he remained naught but a figment in the background.

Well seems logical to me.

Anyway

𝘛𝘰 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵 | 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙣 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: As your new Master, Kylo Ren believes it in his best interest to ensure you are cared for to the utmost.

What he does when you cannot see him, however, turns out to be entirely selfish indeed.

contents: Masturbation; Kylo Ren is fantasizing about you while you shower; voyeurism/light theme of stalking; he's already obsessed with his new apprentice and he can't seem to figure out why, or how to make it go away.

ao3 link | word count: 4k

this one's a little treat from me to me (and you, shhh) because I'm slightly obsessed with this side of fanfic, and any chance to write from Kylo's perspective I snag IMMEDIATELY. a sudden burst of inspiration last night had me finishing it all in one very long sitting - hope it's for some good ;)

tagged: @dream-a-little-nightmare

It was impossible to concentrate.

You were making it so fucking impossible to concentrate.

With his eyes trained to your washroom door, Commander Kylo Ren could only imagine what lay beyond. But oh, was his imagination ever the clearest, what with all the powers at his disposal:

He could imagine what your songs would sound like up close. If he were to step inside, ever so quietly, listen to you from the other side of your glass door—not the black and flimsy, standard First Order issue curtain, but something better he’d ordered to replace it. He saw it in his mind's eye now.

He could imagine what you would look like should he part that treacherous barrier, and take you in with black eyes uninhibited.

He was here for…less than justifiable reasons, though he disguised them so well under the guise of duty. He was your Master, after all; he would escort you where you needed go if he so wished.

Ahh, and how fiercely he wished…

Kylo Ren had been thinking about you nonstop for what felt like ages.

Couldn't rid you from his thoughts.

Couldn't shake what you did to him.

He'd stopped trying—had started to watch you when he could instead. Study your wonts, your proclivities, your…movements.

He wondered just how he could make you sing were he to be the one orchestrating your songs.

Kylo Ren's nostrils flared. How he wished he'd worn the mask—though he'd wanted you to see him, when he fetched you; had wanted to see the pretty little flush on your face when you saw him.

He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Impossible to concentrate.

Impossible to defy the strong need asphyxiating his body like a serpent.

The dim lights of your bedroom cascaded in ribbons across the white sheets of your bed beside his thigh.

The place where you slept.

Sometimes with louder, purposeful sounds. Ones that had him burning with unfamiliar fevers of possession.

Had him casting the image off himself with ice-cold torrents from his own shower—or seeking release in his own right.

No matter how treacherously insufficient his own hand felt when he was thinking with only mounting obsession about yours.

Your hands, your mouth, your thighs, your warmth, your wetness.

An urge took hold of his hand as he stared down at your sheets, and the little dip of space your body appeared to most favored occupy.

Kylo leaned over, brushing one long-fingered, gloved hand along the center of your bed. Trailed those fingers upward, maneuvering along your silk pillow.

Water slapped the bottom of the bathtub in a harsher rhythm, making him freeze, flicking his eyes up to that door.

You were ringing out your hair, he realized. He saw, in his mind's eye.

Your gentle, soft hands curling around the strands, squeezing, caressing your tresses. When next he breathed, it felt like an accident, or perhaps a punishment from the Force itself, because he could smell the mild floral, nature scent of your shampoo. Could feel it perfuming his lungs.

Kylo relinquished himself to it; pulled in the scent like it was water, and he a thirst-starved man.

Fuck.

He paced the length of your room, raking a flexing hand through the mess of unnaturally perfect, thick curls around his face.

He shouldn’t have come here. Should’ve just let you find your way to where you needed to go without interfering. This was…mildly obsessive. Oh, but it was more than that, he knew. Did you know? Were you punishing him for it? Were you making him pay for all these filthy thoughts he had of you, when he scarce even knew you beyond your name—even if he somehow felt he knew you so much more intimately than something so shallow as a name could ever encompass?

No. He shook his head once and fiercely, falling heavily upon the cushions of your couch, though not loudly; the dark, plush material wouldn’t permit it. He’d wanted to ensure you had the best things the Order had to offer—aboard the Finalizer, that was.

No, he repeated to himself, this was absolutely ridiculous. Of course you weren’t punishing. You likely didn’t even know he was here, which is why, whilst he pressed his face in his hands and his gloved fingers across his squeezed eyes, you were taking your sweet time—

Kylo Ren’s head snapped up. His spine went straight as he turned to look at your door.

That was very right: you didn’t know he was here.

And he could hear you lathering your hair again—could smell the scent of some kind of darkly-spiced conditioner wafting through the cracks beneath the dark surface through which steam filtered also, slickening his own skin with the teasing perspiration of warmth and…arousal.

Not for the first time, Kylo’s cock twitched inside his dark robes.

And for the first time, he didn’t ignore it.

Kylo sat back into the couch’s velvet cushions, his eyes never leaving the bathroom door. Oh, how he longed to steal a glance inside, just for a moment. Just long enough to see a fraction of your soft skin, obscured by glass and the fog wetting it alike, to taste the moisture in the air that baked your own flesh and thus trapped the scent of you in its vapors.

But this was enough.

For now, he amended to himself (although he wasn’t even sure what this meant), this would be enough.

When every one of them, armored and sterile and brutish, had kept plentiful distance from his intimidating form, standing there at the back like a phantom. But not you. No…you had let them push you to the back instead.

And you hadn’t shown a single hint of unease. Your face had remained so calm, being so close underneath him, your scent bypassing his addled senses like sweetest wine.

As he exhaled now, he pushed aside the robes with one leather hand, pulled the glove off the other, and urged deft, bare fingers under the hem of the dark pants beneath.

Kylo’s breathing caught on the mildly tentative brush of his own fingertips. He could tell how bold his bulge must look without needing confirmation. Under all the robes, even (which should’ve been good enough reason to count relieving himself of it a necessity). Yet he was…hesitant. A slim part of his remaining conscience questioned him for being so base. So disturbed. So…intoxicated.

Intoxication did horrible things for the mind, however, and that light brushing of fingertips along the crest of his bulge sent his thoughts directly to how this might just be what it would feel like if you touched him.

Tentative, unsure. Nervous. Fluttering, your heartbeat, so quickly he might catch sight of it nestled in the flesh of your pretty throat.

Kylo’s eyes went skyward. The beginnings of a sound drew tight in his own throat. A whimper.

Unacceptable.

Ah, how devious a word, when this was the circumstance wherein it was used, but still it reigned. Kylo’s wordless plea became a guttural growl that rose in his chest, but no further. The sound rolled through his shoulders, commanding his arm and seeking hand forth into the depths of his black briefs. A corner of his lip curled with the sound, his dark, hard eyes strained on your bathroom door.

He clutched the base of his shaft in his hand, tightening the grip like it was punishment and reprieve all at once.

Yours, however…

Kylo Ren’s growl dissipated into a deep moan as his head fell back on the couch, glossy curls laid out on its you-scented cushions. Maker, your hands. How much smaller were they, he wondered? As small as your body was when compared to his? They would fit beautifully inside his own, he was sure—he wouldn’t be surprised if they could fit inside his palms.

And wrapped around his cock, squeezing the hard shaft on which his sweat-slick skin now idled, pumping his length with the sparkle of awe scintillating betwixt your widened eyes…

Kylo’s intake of breath was sharp as he stroked up his cock in slow, torturous fashion, teeth gritting on the edge of the cliff whereon he was already barely hanging.

He exhaled in a frustrated puff, though didn’t let himself move any faster. Not now, when he knew that falling down into release so quickly (like his cock already very much wanted to) would only make him harder for you in minutes when you finally came out for him to see. And harder was precisely what he wished to avoid, considering that how hard he was right now was a fraction short of painful.

Truly, he’d never been this hard in his life. His shaft felt like granite under calloused fingers, The fact that it was you, making him feel this way… His apprentice…

His apprentice.

“Fuck,” Kylo hissed, little more than a wisp of sound to disrupt the pitch of your shower. His broad hand brushed the peak of his tip and he felt a slick bud of precum salt his hand.

Was it even possible to be so irreparably horny that one could not think straight? Was it possible to exist right on the edge of fucking oneself out constantly, all the time, with little more than a thread of restraint keeping one from descending into insanity?

Nothing else had happened. He could find no other reason for this change in him. You were the only outlier.

Just you.

Your voice lilted again from the shower, a new tune starting up, something at first quiet and restrained; a short breath here and there, perhaps to simply fill your lungs. And then, to make matters worse, a little hint of a song, trembling inside your lungs.

Kylo’s cock twitched. So did his hand, before he decided he wouldn’t take it anymore, and pumped down his length in one twist, demanding all the pleasure teasing and tickling him there be brought to bloom.

He’d to stifle the sound this drove up in him with clenching teeth. His head bowed forward again, eyes fading out briefly. The inside of his thigh spasmed a moment, then the nerves trickled down his leg, a side-effect of having held himself tight as a poorly-wound spring so long. Then his breathing sharpened through his teeth and curling lips as he pumped his hand, up and down, twisting ever-so, bringing the fires in his muscles to light as they relaxed and tightened and twitched and cried out in relieved agony all at once.

His free hand shook. He clenched it around a cushion, closed his eyes on your door, let his mouth and the muscles in his face slip with abandon.

His ears pulsed, losing your voice a moment, but it didn’t matter. He heard the gentle patter of your body leaning against a wall—for support? The question flitted through him, there and gone. Kylo, with his fist bulging rhythmically through his pants all the while, was distracted by the thought of what steam must be hovering around you, clinging to the insides of your thighs, your hips, your lips, the mound of your sex, like the water droplets lingering on your hair and slopes of skin.

Oh, how he wanted to be that steam, those water droplets kissing you, licking you…

His veins throbbed underneath his hand. Each stroke only grew more forceful, the rhythm frantic and obscene, one he didn’t even recognize for how little attached him to caring anymore. There was only the mildest threat of your coming outside early to nip at his thoughts—and if anything it made it all the sweeter, seeking out his own release now, his well-deserved retribution for all the poison your beautiful fangs had sunken inside his body and thoughts alike.

And retribution it was, for it was certainly not pleasure. He couldn’t comprehend it as such a thing when every second had him coming apart at the seams, losing himself to this inane insatiability consuming all his being.

He was fighting the surge of his lust, burrowing one hand into your cushions just to keep from vaulting to that damnable door, thrusting the other through with what was strangely not the source of his lust, but certainly its vessel. It was a losing battle. It ought to be, eventually, for he was not sure he could convince himself to be sated by his own hand forever. Not when the very first throes were already this strong. But in containing the feral beast he’d become, and locking the noises of such an animal deep inside his throat, at the very least, he was managing. He was doing you both the service of trying.

Even if he was still picturing you as the nerves in his core grew higher and higher, reaching a boiling point, melting into something not quite pleasure or pain or relief yet somehow still a mix of the three.

Picturing you stepping outside the bathroom door through which the black, glazed pools of his eyes were boring holes, your hair dripping rivulets of water down your bare chest. Or perhaps you would wear a towel, and he would watch the water trace its path until the white hemline, and envisioning where that wetness drew beneath would have to suffice.

You would stare at him, and he would stare at you, and not stop touching himself until the hot spend of his seed that was presently pooling low inside his body burned its way to escape.

And would you enjoy that? He shook to wonder, shivered to keep himself afloat. Except then your fucking voice washed over his ears. Such a pleasing pitch, a—

A moan.

Kylo Ren’s eyes flared with carnal focus. The black door became nothing more than paper. He heard everything, saw everything, even if physically he could not:

Those catches in your breath, the short, thin hitches that morphed into quivering exhales. The pretty little sounds that disrupted your rhythm, drawing out of you like the burbling waters in an overfull brook.

Yes, Kylo Ren was sure of it: water was pattering floor and skin, and you were moaning.

Pain became agony. Arousal became something else, something more. His focus turned jagged, fuzzy at the sides, like static. It blinded him, this tormenting rapture, double the pleasure and a hundred times the sin.

Kylo’s eyelids fluttered. His head sank back into the cushions while the sweet song of your far gentler pleasure rolled over him, soothing the desperate knots in his shoulders and the clamp around his jaw. Every part of his body twitched. Your every movement, every sound, every moan became the only subjects worthy of his attention. Everything else fell away.

For you were seeking your releases together, as one.

You were touching yourself, then. Your fingers…you had them between your thighs, kneading the sensitive pulse inside your sex between, or perhaps pushing inside yourself with the same rhythm that his hand pumped around his cock.

Kylo envisioned his fingertips pressing instead of yours. How they might feel, massaging along the curves of your body, working soft suds and the slick of your cunt like silk into your supple flesh.

Your moans were rising in volume, intensifying in urgency.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He wanted to be the reason.

He wanted to pull those moans out of you like they were torturous things, burning your body like a sun.

He wanted to rip you apart and put you back together underneath him, reorient your being with himself at its core like you’d so effortlessly done to his.

He wanted to come inside you, make you scream his name, paralyze you with the aftershocks of what he could do to your fragile body so that you needed hide away inside his sheets for days.

Your moans heightened above the rushing shower. Kylo’s vision dipped entirely into blackness. His throat bobbed. His chin angled further toward the ceiling, neck contorting as his body wound tight, edging on the crests of release, of rapturous destruction. Abandon, finally.

Not yet—a moment longer, he told himself, for your voice still rose, still sang the prettiest song over his ears and he wanted to savor its peaks while he sank over his own.

He stilled his hand at the base of his cock, teeth grinding at the sudden loss, a rugged snarl tightening his broad chest.

A series of stuttered breaths signified your climax.

A breathy moan, at first, clear and carefree. Then others, higher and clearer still, desperate for release from your chest where you too had been caging them,

The hot pulse of your cum was finally poking through the barriers of your body. A broken, tight sound slipped free, echoing serenely across the bathroom walls, flooding his ears with honey.

Now he could do the same, follow you into bliss—

Except the reality that he couldn’t slammed into him. Thankfully, before he could but twitch his fingers, recognition brought him surging back to reality.

Your rooms.

How was he to do this here?

How was he to spend himself, with nothing to destroy the evidence?

Should he soil one of your things, take it with him as a trophy, leaving you to wonder where it had gone until, perhaps, he might have cause to show you?

No. Certainly not. If not for his own sake—the inconvenience it would bring on him, not to mention the shame of having let such weakness overtake him completely—then…for yours.

Unfamiliarly, it was that which had him paralyzed. The knowledge of how you might feel should you find out, when you knew nothing about him.

The man beneath the mask.

And who is that, exactly?

Kylo Ren withdrew his hand from his robes as if he’d been burned. He exhaled a rough breath and more followed suit, eyes squeezing closed, body throbbing with unspent tensions as he leaned forward, elbows on knees. He was partially…spent, in energy if nothing else. His head pounded with strange things, unwanted things.

His impulses screamed with desires to finish what he’d started, while that other, wretched knowledge held him back on the brink.

Yet as soon as the pattering waters fell away to silence Kylo found his attention diverting with all the speed of a serpent beyond your door, straight to the sensation of your mind. You were the only other awareness occupying this space. It wasn’t hard.

It wouldn’t have been hard if you’d been one in thousands of people, he tried not to think.

It was so easy, catching the general sounds of your thoughts. All the images that’d had you with your hand between your legs, toying with yourself until you came. Every piece of you was sensitive, exposed, and vulnerable. All laid bare for the taking.

As you’d caught your release in both hands, leaving him to yearn in the throes of so much more unfulfilled.

Kylo’s breathing slowed. His hands relaxed in the empty air before his knees. His eyes narrowed on the tiles below.

You weren’t thinking of him.

Yet.

He’d been there for but a moment, little more than a dark impression; but that impression was heavy, was it not?

What reason did you have to think of him now, when you hadn’t even anticipated seeing him today?

None that were impersonal, he believed. None that were meaningless.

But you didn’t understand this. You didn’t see the meanings behind your thoughts—couldn’t know the power your subconscious mind wielded over you, when you were still early in training in the ways of the Force.

Yet.

The word rang in his head, bringing clarity to his otherwise addled thoughts. Yet.

For you were his apprentice. His. Which meant there was ample time to remedy this unintended lapse in your thinking. There were several months ahead of you, to be sure, if not years, the more likely span. Years… The notion had excitement spreading electric fingers all inside his chest.

Years with him, to teach you the truth.

Now, though…

Kylo Ren listened to your clean skin touch the sweating bathroom floor. He placed where your movements took you; the things you were doing as you stood before your mirror.

And as he pulled his glove back over his hand, though he was still coming down off a high, Kylo found a new sense of purpose, different from the one which led him otherwise, directing him across your space to your entrance door.

Today, Kylo Ren left you to walk the halls without his shadow lingering beside you, a secret that’d never haunted your walls.

But before he left, he leaned his forehead against the door, and pulled your scent deep inside his lungs one last time.

Despite what others might assume, Kylo had learned the virtue of patience through rigorous, oftentimes painful means.

This, he could endure. This pain, at least, would have an end. All he needed do was repeat the words to himself. They would serve as a litany:

For now, this will suffice.

For now.

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo fanfic

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islandsaoirse · 1 year ago

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So smth you hear often is the term fp and favorite person, this is a term I use sometimes! This is something that applies a lot to me! I don’t think this term applies to a singular person for me but like 3 people which is more or less 1 person as far as I’m concerned if you round down.

It should be known how obvious I think I make it and how much anxiety that gives me because *you can tell*. Like it’s,,, so obvious whomst in my mind I have that emotional reaction with and who I don’t with. I feel like everyone can tell? The problem is I’m often perceived as patient, as someone who will wait for someone to reach out and embrace you nothing has changed, which is very externally true!

So I took a flight mostly to reflect what’s goin on internally and I think I’ve come to the conclusion that the problem isn’t like some sort of “grrr im a bad friend”. I pay the housing of a polycule in fucking Boulder, Colorado!

But the problem is very mechanical, why am I currently wanting to speak more using my voice? why am I literally doing one single ping to the watch party role that I made on my own server with people who chose to have it, in like,,,months well it’s because I clearly for my expression of self require an outlet to throw videos at people for an extended 1-2 hours allotted sets of time. And since I don’t currently have that in any capacity, I’m actively using my voice way less in my day to day life. I straight up haven’t watched YouTube beyond like, ONE (1) short and the one big video someone cool made in months! I had a whole ass panic attack at the idea of,,,interacting with new people

And then I’m also tired getting into new stuff hard, mantaining myself to undertsand the mechanics of a space for long enough to develop a presence to later develop bonds too much work

Im tryin out here, but if the psych calls me a sociopath one more time istg

#bpd fp #i mean srsly #trauma posting

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asshlyyyy · 2 years ago

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Lonely (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

I am currently struggling to write as of right now. I think I’m just having an episode and everything I enjoy is currently taking a hit. I love all the requests I am getting and hope to be working on them soon. I am just struggling to know when to start, cause I go over the top sometimes.

With that being said, I hope you enjoy this piece that took me several hours to write because I was so mad at myself. Yes, I was mad that I couldn’t write. It sucks. No matter how many ideas I have or requests... I was struggling. Grrr. So, that explains why this is so short.

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Uh... Cuteness? Fluff? Maybe a few grammatical and spelling mistakes.

Word Count: 1.1k

Song: You’ll Never Walk Alone by Elvis Presley

Lonely... It is something you felt your entire life. Even with your family and now husband. You were extremely sad... you wanted your husband back. You wanted to feel the warmth of his embrace every night and morning. It was getting hard, but you were so in love with that man that you didn't want to leave. You've been together for five years now, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You weren't mad at Elvis for following his dreams, oh lordy no. If anything you wanted to push him to follow his dreams. While you tried to go with him every chance you got, sometimes you just couldn't. Rather it be concerts far away, or just him being in New York. Those were the worse. He called you every night he was away and you appreciated it. You made you feel less lonely.

You stared at your bowl of soup and ran your spoon around in it. You looked unhappy and everyone could tell, but you were far from unhappy. Lonely sure... but you weren't unhappy. Sure, you could invite over friends and family, but... they were the reason you felt so lonely.

Your family never gave you the attention you needed, and it sucked. Growing up without that parental love, or even sibling love... But oh boy... when you started dating Elvis, and even when you married him. They wanted to talk to you then. Give you all the love they missed out on all because you married someone famous and rich. It was pathetic really.

"Darlin'! I'm home! I have a gift!" Your face immediately lit up and you got up. You rushed over to the front door but paused as you found a small golden retriever. The dog was sniffing its way around the house while pulling on the leash Elvis had locked to them.

"What is that?" You looked at him confused.

"A dog darlin'," he chuckled and closed the door before taking off the leash. you rolled your eyes at his cocky comment. The dog let out a bark and ran over to you. You giggled and got down to its level as it started to lick your face.

"Seems like he likes you," Elvis smiled and put down the bags he was carrying. They were most likely full of things for the dog, which your assuming Elvis got.

"What's he doing here?" You asked as you ran your hands over the dog, giving him all the love he needed.

"Well, I know you get lonely here when I'm gone... so... I got you company." He smiled. You felt your heart sink but in a good way. Elvis was thinking about you... well, he thought about you all the time... but... this... this was so sweet. You could honestly start crying, and you did. No one has done this for you before and... it... you had no words.

"Hey hey, why're cryin'? What's wrong?" He rushed over to you, getting down to the ground. You shook your head and let out a tiny laugh.

"I love him, thank you, Elvis." You said softly and kissed his cheek. Elvis smiled and pulled you over on his lap.

"He still needs a name," Elvis said gently. You leaned your head back onto his chest and watched the small dog lay on your lap.

"Hmm, I like Jesse." You smiled softly. You felt Elvis tense up a bit, but it soon washed away. You felt his heart start to beat more.

"So, do I," he said softly and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You leaned into his touch and continued to run your hand along the dog's back. This was everything you could ask for and more.

You didn't stay long on the ground, because you were overly excited to show Jesse around his new house. You didn't stop in the house though, oh no... you took him around the whole property. Which, well... he eventually found his way to the gates and absolutely adored the attention... it reminded you of your husband.

After a while, you had to peel him away from the gate. You waved to the fans and walked back into the house. You placed Jesse down and let him run away as you went to find your husband. It didn't take you long considering he was sitting on the couch watching television. You sat down next to him and laid your head on his shoulder.

"He absolutely adores your fans." Elvis let out a chuckle and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"I bet they adore him also," he nodded in agreement. You smiled and ran your fingers along his covered thigh.

"They did," you replied. You two enjoyed the moment for a bit, with the sounds of the television and your new dog barking filled the environment. Yet, there was something eating at you. You knew he had to leave soon. Elvis knew how hard it got and well... you weren't stupid. You could easily put two and two together.

"When do you leave?" You then asked. Elvis looked at you confused.

"What- I'm not leaving?" Elvis replied back. You shook your head.

"Elvis, you didn't just get me a dog because I'm lonely right now. So, when are you leaving?" You asked again. Elvis let out a sigh and laid his head back.

"I leave in a couple of days... He has me doing concerts one after each other." You frowned softly at the news and felt your eyelids droop down. He could be gone for weeks and... and you were going to be alone. Well, you had Jesse now, but... You were going to miss Elvis like crazy.

"I'm sorry, baby..." Elvis whispered and kissed your head. "I would bring ya along, but I don' want to stress ya with it."

"It's okay," you smiled softly and looked up at him. "You love performing, and I wouldn't want to take that away from you... ever." You run your fingers through his hair lightly.

"I love you," he said gently and pressed his perfectly sculpted lips against yours.

"I love you too," you smiled.

While you might've been alone growing up, and most of your life... You were far from that now. You had a loving husband, an energetic dog... that was all you needed. Sure, a child would make things even better... but you didn't want to rush Elvis into something he wasn't ready for, especially with his career jumping off the rocks.

One day, you two will have a baby, and you would never be lonely again. A smile wide on your face, spending all the time with your child. Giving them everything you didn't have when growing up. You wouldn't let them grow up lonely. Oh heavens no... and that was a promise.

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toaarcan · 2 years ago

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Why did G2 fail?

There’s a lot of conjecture in the Bionicle fandom over what killed G2.

For the G1 hardliners, it died because it wasn’t enough like G1, either in sets or story or both. For the grumpy, disenfranchised fans, it died because of Lego’s other themes. For the G2-faithful, there was nothing wrong with the theme itself, it was just the lack of marketing. For the fans who hate modern Lego specifically, licensed themes are to blame. For others, it’s just that toys aren’t really the thing kids love anymore.

But the exact reason why Lego chose to kill it early is something subject to constant speculation and I don’t really think any of them have the whole story, because I don’t think there’s a single reason.

1) Low Sales?

The most obvious suggestion is that G2 was simply a financial failure for a bevy of reasons. G2 simply failed to sell, and was cancelled as a result. Lego are just lying when they said they’re satisfied with its performance.

I don’t think this is the whole story, though.

For one, G2′s cancellation came down so quickly that it doesn’t really track with the theory. At the point where the decision to not produce the third year was made, G2′s first wave would only have been on shelves for a couple of months. And unless it bombed massively, I don’t think that was the case.

Instead, I think G2′s under-performance wasn’t the main reason for its death, but it was a good reason to not continue it.

2) Star Wars?

One of the major culprits suggested by fans is that Bionicle was simply unable to compete with Lego’s own Star Wars constraction sets, which were the hot new thing with the new movies coming out. Why would kids beg their parents for these weird robots when they could have all their favourite characters from the new Star Wars movies instead?

It’s a nice theory, and it fits well with the “Grrr, licensed lego bad!” mentality that a lot of Lego fans have these days. But I don’t really think it tracks.

I think it’s worth noting, after all, that the Star Wars constraction sets also failed. They were significantly more likely to succeed, being recognisable and in some cases, iconic characters, and in many respects they were better sets than the offerings from Bionicle G2.

And yet... they were also cancelled prematurely. In fact, they didn’t even manage to get their last sets out, with the AT-RT Clone Trooper and the B2 Super Battle Droid both getting the can before they were ever released.

If the SW constraction sets were selling like crazy and easily outcompeted Bionicle, they wouldn’t have also met an untimely end.

Another, more widely-appealing constraction theme running concurrently with Bionicle probably didn’t help either, but I doubt it was the driving factor behind Bionicle’s death.

3) Ninjas Ate My Budget

Around the same time that Bionicle was reborn, so was Ninjago, inarguably Bionicle’s successor as Lego’s main story theme.

Ninjago has been going on now for longer than Bionicle G1 did, and has gradually lost more and more of its identity, as Lego realise that, whatever ideas they come up with, it’s far more profitable to just staple it onto Ninjago.

D&D? Ninjago. VR videogames? Ninjago. The same cultural appropriation bullshit as 2001-02 Bionicle, this time featuring the Evil Natives trope? Ninjago!

At this juncture, Ninjago is less a “theme” and more a Frankenstein’s Monster of ideas stitched together from the corpses of other Lego properties I think it’s cannibalising Aquazone/Aqua Raiders next.

This is also around the point that Lego’s story themes stopped being three years/six waves, and started being 2.5 years/five waves. The implication is fairly obvious- themes like Nexo Knights, Hidden Side, etc, were all dying out earlier than usual because Ninjago was absorbing money from both consumers and Lego itself.

With that in mind, a lot of fans decided that Bionicle was another victim of Ninjago’s ravenous appetite, and had been deliberately underfunded by Lego, who needed more money to allocate to their proven money printer.

Is this true? Possibly?

There’s no denying that Lego’s other themes have suffered since Ninjago came back, and I’m pretty sure the only reason Monkie Kid’s surviving is that it blew up in China.

But do I think Lego deliberately let Bionicle die to focus on their new golden child? Probably not.

4) Movies.

This, I think, is the big one.

After the success of The Lego Movie, Lego began a massive expansion in what they were selling. Expecting a sales boom in response to the film’s runaway success, Lego were trying to capitalise on it.

Unfortunately... that didn’t really happen.

All those movie tickets did not translate to bought toys, and Lego had to downscale their reach in response. Bionicle G2 was just the most obvious casualty of this retreat.

Above all, I think this is the main reason why G2 died. The times match up, the reasons track with both what Lego said, and the way the line was perceived by the fandom.

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iamdarkness · 3 years ago

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Chapter two of To Feed a Tiger Forces of Will.

To Feed a Tiger.Forces of Will

Alfonse x Summoner, Alfonse X Summoner X Lif

And one sided (as of now) Dimitri X Summoner X Alfonse X Lif

Triggers for talk about mental health. It is Feral Dimitri after all. Mentions of death and depressive thoughts.

Sexual Harassment and maybe more than that.

Incest. (Freyr and mentions of Freya).

I thought about making my Summoner gender-less to fit all kinds of genders, but there is a part of the story where it becomes a necessity for them to be female.

A/N At the end of the chapter.

Chapter 2

Alfonse did not return that morning…

The morning after the meeting with Lif, when Alfonse was suppose to return passed and Sharena came instead. She said little to you, except that prince Hrid had come to visit Fjorm. Sharena and Fjorm left aster breakfast. They didn’t even take Ylgr with them and that was weird. You were suppose to go into town instead of Sharena that day with Alfonse to oversee the care for the refugees. You go to talk to Anna and learn she has gone with Sharena and Fjorm without telling you. Luckily for you Anna had left her most efficient Captain in charge and instructions. Zelgius is there to help too.

You decide to take one of the heroes with you to town and meet the soldiers and other heroes in charge of the operation there. First you go to both Robins and ask them to run things for you as planned with Soren so you can go.

You are about to go talk to M Grima and King Marth when F Dimitri comes from the direction of the tree house and asks to talk to you.

-Of course. Say! I am going into town and I may be gone some hours. If you want to come, we can talk on the way. I need someone of trust to accompany me.- He seemed to think about it.- I mean you don’t have to do it. I am just going to be overseeing the operation at the back of the warehouse as to not get in the way if I am not helping. I need to count the supplies and to asses what to buy and get for the next shipment.

-I see. I will go with you.- He says and you two take off.

You wait for him to open up to you and tell you what he said you needed to talk about, but he asks about the operation and then about the “Victory Gardens” where the heroes were growing the food. He tell you how relaxing it is to work on the fields and grow plants.

-Say, Dimitri. What did you want to talk about? -He looks sideways at you and keeps quiet a moment more.

-I… King Dimitri came to see me the other day. He came to offer me to work together in the fields with his companion Marth.- You can see that he had changed the subject, but this is good information and if he wants to share it, then it is progress.

-I see. How do you feel about that? Are you interested?

-Marth seems like a good person…he is good for Dimitri.

-Oh so you noticed they are together.

-I can see it in their eyes when they are together. I will work with them.

-Good. Just be careful with the bees. If you leave them be, they will not sting you, but some people just won’t leave them alone. Then they wonder why they get stung.

The whole trip to town went on like this. He would often ask you questions about your world and you try not to talk about difficult stuff and so you talk about music and how technology works and the difference between modern medicine, healing and magic. All in all it was a pleasant trip.

When the work was over it had taken you longer than anticipated and you had to get some food from the inn and eat it with him in a sort of picnic.

You were on the way back when you hear a yell of help in the fields by the road. You go to see if someone needs help but Dimitri stops you. He goes to find out and you stay on guard just in case. He tell you to run if he thinks you are in danger. He will make time for you to escape. Instead you hear him call out your name.

You go to meet him and find him looking at a woman who is fallen on the dirt by the road. Her belly is swollen and her face red from pain and strain. She is having contractions.

- Please, it is coming! Please help me! - She ask you and you kneel to her feet while Dimitri stands there shocked into silence.

-Do you live near? Do you want us to take you home or something?- You ask her while checking her vital like the healers taught you.

- No my hou….grrr…aaahhh- She is cut off by her yell and you take the this time to check under her dress. With the light of the afternoon sun you can tell the bay is indeed coming and you can see the crown of the head. There is no time to taker to the castle, as it is still far away. She won’t make it that far.

-Dimitri. Listen, the baby is coming and I need your help. You can say no because there will be a lot of blood and I don’t want you to..

-I will do it. What do you want me to do.- He had been standing looking lost at the woman, but now he was full on attention and alert.

-Help me stand her up and then let her use you as a support.-

-Standing up?- He asks while helping her stand. She also looks at you skeptically.

-It is going to be easier on her and the baby.- You tell him. He nods and help you stand her up.

-The baby will get better oxygen supply and she will not strain herself as much. That is what the healers taught me any way.- You say and you lie because you saw that somewhere on the internet, but they need the reassurance.

She finally stands up and he uses his arms in a kind of wide hugging position for the woman to hold herself steady. Meanwhile you take off your summoner coat off and ask her to breath as normally as possible through the nose and then let it out through her pursed lips as if whistling.

- Don’t push now! Wait for the pain of the contraction OK! Ready Dimitri?- You ask him and he nods. The contraction comes and the woman hangs off of Dimitri’s arms and body, pushing with all her might.

-Keep breathing! Don’t breath through your mouth!- You say leaning under her open legs. The head is almost out and you know you will need something to clean the baby once they come out. You see nothing and take off your blue shirt. Dimitri looks at you questioningly. Another contraction.

-OK let the breath out and PUSH! The head is almost out!- and indeed the head is out and you take the coat and lay it under the legs.

Another wait and the next contraction comes. You take the shirt and clean the baby’s face and nose of liquids and blood, and as she is still pushing a little of the shoulders can be seen now.

Another contraction and you help the baby by pulling at the the head and shoulders gently and carefully. On the next contraction the baby is completely out.

- OH! The baby is coming!- You are able to get the baby safely on the summoner’s coat. The baby starts crying loudly as soon as he is out. There is still some liquid and blood coming out and you remember the placenta is coming out too.

-You can let her lie down now Dimitri. Let me finish cleaning the baby. Congratulations! It’s is a boy! And by the sound of those lungs he is very healthy !!

After the placenta is out and the baby clean you have to check the mother for a hemorrhage. You check her pulse and it looks kind of low…wait is that normal?

-How long had you been waiting for help?

-I don’t know…a long time…my water broke and I… the sun… it was after midday.-So she was bleeding and dehydrated too…nice.

-Dimitri please lend me your cloak and wrap it around her. Can you please carry her? We need to take her to the healers at the castle. I will be caring the baby. Dimitri do me a favor and talk to her too. Don’t let her go to sleep. Here drink this water Mam.- You say that all smiling and give her your bottle of water to drink. It is a just in case but shouldn’t new mothers have higher blood pressure and faster pulse? She seemed cold and sleepy and it may have been due to her exhaustion but just in case you tell Dimitri softly to hurry up.

During the walk the woman seems to liven up and starts asking questions and answering them as well. She was actually the wife of one of the soldiers currently at the castle, and was walking back into town after coming to tell him the baby may be coming soon. The baby seems tried as well and you shush him and sing a quiet lullaby to help him sleep until she can breastfeed him.

When you get to the castle you tell the guards to send for the father and tell him to go to the infirmary. They probably saw you from afar because they were already waiting for you with a first aid kit and a stretcher. Dimitri informed them he could finish the job and take her to the infirmary himself, without wasting more time. All of this while still walking.

You are walking inside when Alfonse comes out running towards you with brows knitted and worried. He was about to say something but focuses on the bundle of bloody summoner’s coat on your arms and your state of undress.

-Alfonse! Look we had a baby!- You tell him excitedly. He looks confused for a second and then an indescribable emotion comes to his face. Yo notice your mistake and rewind. - I mean I had it. No! What am I saying? I delivered it! She had it and Dimitri was awesome!- Dimitri had kept on walking to the infirmary. You notice Alfonse’s eyes look moist and a little red now and you are about to ask him, what is wrong, when he finds his voice.

-What? What happened! They told me you came back all bloodied and carrying a wounded! I thought you had been ambushed!

-Oh we were coming back when half way through we heard her cries for help. She must have heard my horrible singing from afar heh,heh!- He made a face at that. He didn’t like when you made derogatory jokes about yourself. You were trying to catch up to Dimitri.- Dimitri went to see if it was safe or an ambush and he called me over. She had been there since after midday Alfonse! Was no one patrolling the road?

-I will find out. - He said in a cold tone.

-So I asked Dimitri to get her to stand so she can deliver it easier and he made such a great job of being her support! Of course she did all the hard work, I just caught the baby in my coat and cleaned it. Still it was awesome! Alfonse I think she is very dehydrated and I thought she may be having low blood pressure and that’s very dangerous.- He loos at you smiling fondly.- Sorry I am very exited if you can’t tell.- And you laugh. The baby starts crying.- Oh Alfonse ! See what you did? You woke him up with all the noise!

- What did I do?- But he sees that you are kidding with him and smiles.

You all enter the infirmary and they take the lady to a bed to check out. Alfonse stays out in the waiting area while you take the baby to the other healers to be checked out. Your coat is probably ruined and you are all bloodied. You go to the toilet and wash off the blood and return to be checked for disease as the healers told you. You never know what you can catch from blood. There is no HIV in Summit but there are always diseases you can catch from blood. They give you a spare gown to wear. They inform you that the woman was indeed very dehydrated and had lost a lot of blood as well. It was a good thing you had found her in time or it may not have gone right. The problem now was that she was not lactating and the baby needed feeding. The husband had come and was now trying to talk to the lady who was being administered some potions to replenish her blood supply and to help with lactation.

You check on Alfonse and he is talking to Dimitri. When you are about to join a healer comes out and asks to talk to you. The baby will need a wet nurse or two. In her state the mother would not be able to lactate as of now. She will need at least three days for the potion to take.

-we can search for one at town but it will be until tomorrow. We can administer a potion to someone to be a wet nurse for the night and the effect will wear off by the day after tomorrow.

You go through your list of heroes that have been mothers and may want to help and wonder for a while how cute it would be to see Lady Camilla nursing a child too. - I can send for Lady Mikoto and probably Arete? See if they can help. I mean I have never done this, but I can try if they are not available…I mean that is kind of a lot to ask of a hero…

They let you take the baby and he while they tend to the mother and locate a hero that may help or even a servant (most of them are older women who may not be up to the task). You wonder how it would feel to have a baby suckle at your breast. The baby starts crying. Here’s when a pacifier would be of great use! He sounds hungry.

<<Well….no body is here…>>

But do you use a finger or …

<<What the hell! No one is going to know. They will know….No one’s gonna know….how will they know… Here goes>>

It feels so funny!…But at the same time…can you imagine one of these, but yours and Alfonse’s? And look at that, he is quiet.

<<I mean, there is nothing coming out but at least he is quiet. Oh you poor thing!>>

-_______ Can I talk to you?What are you doing?- Alfonse…. Of course…At first he looks confused and then he can see part of your breast and his face turns redder than a tomato.

-Umm…They are looking for a wet nurse for tonight until they get one at town…I just wanted to know if I could volunteer…- You lie. You take the time to fix yourself but the baby starts crying again and you put the nipple back inside the little mouth.

-We have servants for that.

-Well he may as well use them, since no one else is!- Oh that sounded so wrong and it makes you laugh when he turns to you and makes a face of incredulity. You take this time to wiggle your eyebrows because you are already way deep and there is nothing else to loose and no one to save you.

-_______!- He covers his face with his hands and collapses on a chair. You approach him and stand with one of your legs between his knees. He looks up and the look he gave you, made you shiver. You feel like at any moment he will do something and you imagine yourself sitting on his lap while he kisses you, baby in arms and all. Instead he closes his eyes and turns away from you.

- I came to tell you Runa wanted to talk to you. She already talked to Dimitri.

-Who’s that?You can look, I covered myself.- He still will not look up.

-The child’s mother. You didn’t asked her name?

-I was a little busy telling her how to breath and push and the blood and you know. I forgot.- You walk away from him.

-________. I need to talk to you. Later.- He gave you a look that you only saw when things got very bad. In that moment you saw a lot of his father in him.

-OK.

-….I didn’t know you received training on aiding childbirth.- He asks, curious about it.

-I didn’t. I had good internet…umm I saw some videos about it and they looked interesting. You never know when you will end up using something like that. To be fair I never expected to use it. If someone had told me this morning this was going to happen I would not have believed them. It sounds far fetch to me. -<And now I had my breast inside a baby’s mouth in front of the man I love. How is that for far fetched?>

-You never cease to amaze me.- He looks at you with a warm expression and it makes you blush.

-_______! I heard….Oh! You are …. breastfeeding a baby…- Fjorm comes inside the room with a look of utter horror and then it turns into confusion and later to …. She looks at you again and her eyes water. - Nifl! I thought you were injured! I better tell the other heroes before they have a breakdown. You look…adorable…-She says and turns to leave. You can hear her crying. Oh crap! She didn’t even let you say a word. Didn’t even ask who’s baby that was. You chalk that up to her thinking she will not live long enough to have a baby and it makes you so sad.

You turn around to look at Alfonse and he is looking at you the same way Lif did last night. But why?

Sakura takes this time to come in and inform you they have a volunteer and she take the baby now crying his lungs out while you are left worrying about three people now seeing you “breastfeeding” a baby that was not yours…The ground could open up and swallow you and you would thank it.

Alfonse accompanies you to talk to Runa, who alongside her husband thanked you for your help. Runa had seen many of the heroes on the way in and does not know who Alfonse is and he did not want you to introduce him. That is until…

-My darling Brant is always talking about you and our prince. I remember seeing him once when he was a little boy and the royal family came when this was but their Summer retreat. He was so very cute! He must be a very handsome man right now.

-He is. I can tell you that I have met hundreds of people and heroes and he is by far the most handsome of all.- You say and know he is getting flustered.

- I never thought I would get to meet you in person Summoner ______ and here we are. Brant says you are so nice and clever and I think he came up short! Our prince better propose before one of those dashing heroes snatches you first.

You laugh at that and feel your face heat up. Brant, who was Runa’s husband was beet red looking at Alfonse who was also beet red. Sharena who was standing at the back started giggling.

-Nah they’ll return me in a week tops heh, heh,heh!

-That’s not what Claude would say, or Seth or Chrom or Leon. Oh and Zelgius…-Says Sharena in a singsong voice.

-Not every one is as patient as Alfonse.

-Well, I grew up with Sharena…- He said and turned to face Sharena who laughed harder at his red face. Runa seemed to catch up to what this meant and gasped.

-Oh Your highness! How could I not recognize you! Please forgive me I meant no disrespect.

-Please do not worry about this. Concentrate in getting better for your child’s sake. It was my fault for not being polite and introducing my self or my sister.

-Yes it was his fault don’t worry about it! I am princess Sharena and I wanted to congratulate you on your beautiful baby!How are you going to call him?- Sharena comes like the friendly and energetic girl that she is, and stands by the side of the bed. Runa is taken aback at the difference between the two royal siblings. She smiles and takes the princess’ hand.

-Thank you your highness! We thought about it and we will like to name him Dimitri like the prince of Faerghus who helped us today. We talked to him and he gave us permission.

-Dimitri! That is a beautiful name! I really like it. All our Dimitris are great warriors.

-Sharena I think it is time to let her rest. She needs to recover for the potion to take effect. -He says to Sharena; then turns to the new parents.-Congratulations to both of you. You have brought us the happiness we needed in these times of turmoil. Thank you. - Alfonse say in a solemn tone but smiling.

You all leave and Alfonse asks you to meet him in your shared study after dinner and you agree. This means Alfonse is not going to be present at dinner and so you take your food and take it to share it with Dimitri.

-Dimitri I wanted to congratulate you on your job today! You were great.-You tell him once you are done eating.

-My hands were awash with blood…but for once it was the blood of life, not death. It brings me peace and happiness. As if water had cleansed my dirty hands.- He says this, while he looks at his hands.- Is there truly forgiveness for what I have done?

-It is the miracle of life. I feel the same way. I am sure we can not only repent for our sins but also make up for them. This may be one way.- You take his hands in yours, but he goes to lay his head on your shoulder. He starts to cry and you embrace him and pull him to you. He needs this and you will be there for him.

-Let it all out. I am here for you.- You caress his head and hair like a mother to her child and he hold on to you like a lifeline.

When he lets go he tells you smiling that the family has asked him for permission to name their child like him.

-I feel happy about it, but I can not help but think…I do not want him to fare the same as I. At least he has good parents. I am afraid to not measure up to his expectations.

-Well. You are right about the parents. And he is way too young to expect something of you; except probably to carry him when he wants to be held. You got time to heal and grow… and become a good example.

-I will.

He left a little after that, but before he left he gave you one of the crystal necklaces to find the tree house. He trusted you enough to have you near.

You returned to your room and found Alfonse already in the study. It looked like he was drinking tea, but it was cold and forgotten. He had lit the fireplace even though it was not cold. He was watching the fire when you found him. His violin discarded on his desk.

-Alfonse? What is wrong?- Now that the excitement of the day was gone you could see clear signs of distress in the prince. His eyes looked red and tired. At first he tried to hide them, but he faced you with a sight.

-Sit down. - He tell you and you sit in the chair across from him.- When we arrived at the palace. Prince Hrid was already there along with Princess Leagyarn. The Queen was about to call us over when we sent her the message that we were coming to visit.- You ascent to tell him to go on.- I already gave my report to Commander Anna about this.

-It sounds serious.- He nods and still not looking at you.

-Both Leagyarn and Hrid report, there are rumors of war. Places left totally destroyed by unknown forces. There are travelers form different realms seeking refuge in Muspell and Nifl. They think this war is coming our way.

You gasp at that. Those are bad news indeed. You had enough problems with what had happened in the past. You were still recovering from Surtr for goodness sake! And you have Embla, to deal with.

- As you know our resources are not limitless and we need help. If this is true; it will be disastrous. The Queen and the other two royals have formed a council and decided to form a treaty…- There was a knock at your door and Alfonse just gave a tired sight and rubbed his face with his hands. You went to open the door to find Fjorm. She looked as tired as Alfonse and now you knew why…or at least part of it.

-May I come in? I…Alfonse asked me to be here for the conversation.-You let her in and she looked like she truly didn’t want to be there.

-I was just getting to the treaty.- Alfonse tell her without looking at her. She nods and sits on one of the chairs father way from both of you.

-Hrid...had the idea of cementing our treaty with a personal tie, not only of friendship but familial. He means a marriage of both our Kingdoms. Leagyarn did not need such ties. She trusted our word alone.- Fjorm flinches at that.

-Who…

-Fjorm and I are getting married…- He says with finality and Fjorm starts crying. He does not meet your eyes. You feel like the floor is sinking and thank God that you are already sitting down. The air is not getting into your lungs and are getting dizzy, but you remember to breath again.

-I’m so sorry _____! It is all my fault!- You hear Fjorm say between sobs.

-Wait…your fault? Why?…I thought you were in love with someone already! Was it him you loved all along? Did you do this behind my back?- You are crying now not only of sadness but anger of being betrayed by one of the people you like best. She knew you loved Alfonse .Fjorm cries harder and you can hear her apologies mixed up with her sobs.

-______ let her be. It really is not her fault. She sacrificed herself again to save us!

-Oh by marring you?

- Hrid wanted YOU! He wanted YOUR hand in marriage! He is angry at her now, for speaking out against it and asking to marry me instead. She is in love with you. Can’t you see!- Alfonse says waving a hand towards Fjorm. There is anger in his voice.

-What? Me? Why?

-What do you mean why? For the same reason Claude loves you, Corrin , Eliwood ,Camilla, Lif and I and now Hrid.- He stands and start pacing around the room. He could have gone on with the list because he thinks every hero loves you as he does.

-Hrid? He doesn’t even know me. We’ve seen each other only a couple times! That is not love!- It is true he comes to see his sisters twice a year and stays a couple of days, but he usually spends the time with his sisters at town, or at the resort. You welcome him and have dinner with him and the heroes, but that is it.

Alfonse stops walking and looks at Fjorm and when he sees that she can’t stop crying he explains.

-Fjorm writes to him constantly and has told him everything about you. What you do, how you do it, what you say and even how you sing. He sees you through her love’s eyes and now fancies himself in love with you. She …volunteered to marry me, because she knows she will die and then…- He could not finish the sentence. You look at Fjorm. She avoids your eyes and covers her face with her hands. You go and hug her. She flinches a little.

-Please forgive me…I …the shock did not let me think strait.

-It is my fault! Please don’t hate me _______. When I die he will be free.

-Fjorm I don’t want you to die! And I don’t want to think about you dying so I can be with him! There has to be another way!

-We have tried to talk our way out of this, but there is no…

-Hrid is a good man _____. He just thinks that if you two are not together he may have a chance at winning your heart. And _____, he will not relent. I know him.

-Doesn’t he know he is hurting you as well?

-He doesn’t know I am in love with you. He thinks the one I love is Alfonse and I am taking advantage of the treaty to marry him. -’Just like you had though’ she doesn’t say. That must have stung quite a lot coming from you.- There is no convinsing him of the truth. I know you don’t love me the way I do, and never will, but you have given me so much that seeing you happy made happy. I did not want this for you. I didn’t want to hurt you, but if you marry my brother, he will never let you go and then you will never be happy with Alfonse.

- I see…

-There is going to be a ball in two weeks to make the engagement official. Hrid will be there to…- You see Alfonse’s ungloved hands tighten. The knuckles are white with strain and it may be a trick of the light but you can see a line of red coating the white skin.

-I should go now.- Says Fjorm still in your arms and stands up to leave. You walk her to the door and she opens it.

-Please forgive me. Jealousy is the worst of feelings and it turns us into monster. I should not have reacted that way.

-It is my fault. I never said anything. You probably thought I was following you around all this time just for him, when I was actually there for you…At least Eir thought so. She confronted me once. I had to tell her the truth.

-To be fair I always thought you were doing research like us, when you were at the library. Are you going to tell her about…- You could not finish. She just nodded, said her good night and left.

You were left alone with Alfonse. The man you love, but are too afraid to face now. It is strange but, even though you know he will marry another, there is comfort in knowing he loves you still. You only have to find a way to save him. < Yeah! Like I saved Lif right?>

You enter the study and find him leaning on the chimney mantle. You had hugged him before in friendly terms but you have never been this bold to initiate such intimate contact. This time you stand behind him and embrace him; leaning your head on his back. He takes your hands in his.

-I love you Alfonse.- he makes a strangled noise at that and tightens his hold on your hands. You can’t help but cry your self.- I will wait for you. I promise.

-Fjorm sees herself dying any day now…but I can’t help but think about her surviving all this years…and I hate myself for it. I will hate my self for waiting and her for living…and yet I can live with that. The thought of you marring another is what drives me insane.

-I will wait for you. Or I can be your mistress…

-No! I will not do that to you. I will not stain your honor that way. You have no idea how the people here treat …no.

-(sigh) Honor…what use is honor if it does not bring me happiness…but I understand you. I know it looks like I don’t care about what people say about me, and I don’t, but I care about what they think about you.- You close your eyes and take a deep breath to take courage for your next question.- Can I at lest have you once?

-If I touch you…I will not be able to stop my self… I will not be able to leave you. It is already …I think it is time I move my chambers somewhere else. Go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow.- He lets go of your hands and move away.

You go to your room and close the door of the study. Your heart is broken and his refusal had stung, but you also know him enough to know how he deals with heartache. He is suffering more than you in this and he will suffer more still, having to be married to a woman he doesn’t love and who doesn’t love him back. A woman he is clearly jealous of.

Of course you could not sleep that night but a fitful couple of hours. Especially because you could see the light of the fire in the study and a shadow pacing around outside your door. You wanted to go out and end that torture, but you also understood him. Getting closer now would only complicate matters and make it harder in the end.

Maybe it was fate that you had fallen in love with the same man twice and lost them both. Fate may be telling you, happiness was not for you. About some hours before day break you hear a violin begin to play. It was your favorite piece.

The melancholy melody reached you and your mind wandered to the times he had played for you when you told him you could not sleep. Perhaps he knew that like him, you were not sleeping. How could you live without him? He was your other half. Loosing him again will be like loosing part of yourself. You fall asleep to the sound of his pain. (1)

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Hours later you get up to go to work, you can’t hear anything in the study. You open the door with a bit of trepidation and find it empty. The door to his room is wide open, but there is no sound inside. You think he may be sleeping, but after a quick look, you find the room empty.

You go to the dining hall and get something to eat. You are not hungry of course, but there is a long day of work ahead of you and getting sick will only make it worse. Before going inside, you fear to face him again, and even more in front of other people.

-Hey Boss! Do you know what’s wrong with the prince!- You turn to look at the sound of the familiar voice, but find not only one Claude but two. Double trouble stand there looking at you and the younger of the two whistles.

-You look worst than him! Did you have a party last night?- This earned him an elbow to the side by King Claude.

-Yes Claude. I went to a rave. You found me out.- I say flatly.- You saw Alfonse?

- He was going to the library, but he looks sick. You are not getting sick are you? Is it contagious?- He asked concerned.

-No. I just couldn’t sleep. You needed him for something?- They look at each other for a second and young Claude nods and excuses himself to go have breakfast. Having these two together is a wonder. They do this thing where they have whole conversations with their eyes and it is scary to watch, knowing how smart and mischivious they are.

-You had a fight?- King Claude asks quietly, eyes not straying from yours. You know he can read you like an open book. He hums a little and say.- We were tasked to let him, and you now there is a meeting in two hours. Commander Anna and princess Sharena look almost as bad as you. Is something going on?

-Perhaps… Yes. I will let you know when I find out all the details.- You tell him. He is resourceful and know he will eventually find out and you will need his sharp mind to make plans any way.

-Did you cheat on him with Fjorm?- He say it jokingly and you look at him with a “TF you mean?” look, but you also wonder why he even mentioned Fjorm.- You know that lady is in love with you right? I consider her my strongest opponent by the way. Sturdy and strong.

-Claude…why do you even say that?

- Well, when we were going to give him the message; we found him arguing with Fjorm. She came and said something to him and he looked ready to kill someone. You know that growly thing Lif used to do when he was actively trying to kill us?Well just like that. He went storming into the library. Fjorm looked ready to cry. I give her props for not running away. That’s why my girl is my strongest opponent.

-Did everyone know about Fjorm but me?

-Yep. You do know about me right? Please tell me you do; because I don’t know how else to..

-Yes, Claude I know about you.- You smile at him.- And believe me when I say, that if I had not been Summoner here and had met you first. It would be very different. I would be crazy in love with that wit, those gorgeous green eyes, that astute mind and personality…Oh that sense of humor too and you would probably not even look my way.

-I do have beautiful eyes, don’t I. (sight) Not as beautiful as Alfonse’s I suppose- He said teasingly. You can’t help not going along with his sense of humor. He was trying to cheer you up, so you smile at him and punch him lightly on the arm.

You went together to have breakfast and then you ask the people working the kitchen if Alfonse had come to get food. He had not and Sharena confirmed he was still in the library and didn’t want anything.

You think of taking him something, but at the end you just get an apple and some cookies you stole from the kitchen.

You get to the War Room and Anna and Sharena are already outside. They greet you but they don’t meet your eyes. Alfonse is already inside looking at the giant map of Askr and the surrounding lands that is carved on a stone table. You go near him and put the apple and napkin with cookies in front of him. He did not made to take it.

-Don’t make it worst by getting sick.- He sighs, takes them and start eating them. You sit in one of the chairs by the high stained glass windows, take out your schedule for today and start making plans.

-You look better today.

-If by that you mean, I look like I couldn’t sleep until you started playing, then yes. Thank you, by the way.- He nods but does not say a word. You feel like you are talking to Lif. Which tells you just how hurt he is.- Are you researching on who you think is behind the attacks?

-There is too little information to do a proper research.- He answers after finishing the apple.

- Could it be one of the realms from the Norse folklore? We already fought some of them. I can talk to Freyr and ask him what he thinks about this. He may even dream of something.

- Perhaps.- He say simply. You are getting flashbacks of the days when you had first arrived to Askr and he would only answer with these kind of sentences. You can’t help to sigh and he just looks sideways at you, but doesn’t elaborate.

Anna and the rest started coming in. Ten minutes later Anna starts the meeting that turned out to be just an announcement since there were people missing.

-We will be having a meeting today at around six. The Royal Army Generals are coming. _______, I have a list of heroes I need in the meeting and I leave whoever you think should attend as well to your discretion. Here.- She hands you a list with names.- The King of Nifl and Queen of Muspell will be attending. - You look at Alfonse and he is looking at Anna intently but you can see he is doing that jaw thing he does when he is angry. Sharena is looking down at her feet.- They will be here two days and we need to be on our best of behaviors and safety. They will be arriving in three hours tops.

Hrid.

Two days.

Now you understood why Alfonse was angry at Fjorm. She must have told him, Hrid was coming.The meting only lasted a few minutes while she gave the officers and heads of staff their orders.

As soon as the meeting was over, Alfonse went out the door but was stopped by Delthea who was asking for you. He pointed you out and you wondered what was wrong with the bright magician.

-Summoner! Someone spiked Freyr’s drink and he is drunk in the infirmary. He won’t let anyone touch him. Natasha wants you to go and see if you can help them out. He keeps saying he wants to talk to you and go to the beach.

-Seriously? Do you have any idea who it was? Wait …Why was he day drinking at this our? It’s like 8 in the morning!- She shrugged. You rub your face out of frustration.- God! Why no one told me I was going to be babysitting grownup heroes that behave like five year olds? - Delthea started giggling and you noticed Alfonse had stopped to listen to the exchange. He came close and said.

-Take the morning off after you let the heroes know, they are needed. You need the time off Summoner.- Even Delthea stopped giggling. She looked at him and then you, like she was expecting something bad to happen, like kids do when their parents argue in front of them. -Just be sure to be here for the meeting and dinner. His highness will want to see you as well.

-I do not think that is prudent, there is a lot to do. Besides you need rest as well.

- I have stuff to do- He turns to leave, then adds without looking at you.-…But summoner, Do go.

You see him leave and after those cutting words you feel empty inside. You take Delthea by the hand and start to go towards the infirmary. It seems so impossible that you had been there just yesterday, full of joy and happiness and it feels now like a lifetime ago. It is enough to make you cry but not in front of Delthea.

-______. The prince…

- He is going through a lot right now Delthea.

-Is it because of his marriage to Fjorm?- She asks biting her lip.

-What do you know about that? How?- You stop to look around to see if someone is around to listen to your conversation.

-I heard Fjorm telling Eir about it. I was looking at this book I found in a secret compartment under one of the bookcases in the library.- She shows you a blue book with golden runes and a set of locks on the side.- They couldn’t see me and they started talking and I didn’t know It was a secret.They are both very sad. Eir promised Fjorm to help her find a way to get off the marriage and not make you marry Fjorm’s brother. Is he the one coming today? Is that why Alfonse wants you to go to the beach? You know Fjorm is in love with you right? I think Alfonse is looking for a way to not marry Fjorm as well and that is what he is doing in the library.

<<WTF?>>-I see. How did you know about Fjorm?

-You can’t see the way she looks at you?- She rolls her eyes.- Just like Chorm and Claude and Leon…and his demon -She made a face- Oh and Xander.-You look at her questioningly- Sigbert told me. That is why he stutters when he talks to you. Oh Dimitri!

<<Dimitri??>> You think, because King Dimitri has Marth, Savior Dimitri has Byleth and Student Dimitri has a sweetheart as well. Then you look up and see she meant “Feral” Dimitri is coming your way.

-____ are you going to the infirmary?- You nod yes.- May I accompany you?

-Of course! Are you not feeling well?- You ask concerned and make sure to remember not to burden him with your issues and give him your best smile, just like the one you will have to give the kids.

-I...-He lowered his gaze- I want to know how…the baby is doing.- He said a little embarrassed.

God this man is so sweet, you have to wonder just how much he had to suffer for him to be turned into what you saw of him earlier.

-Oh I see. So was I,but now I need to check on a Dream God, that someone got drunk.

-Do you need help?- He asks concerned.

-I am not sure, but he is…he has touching issues and I am guessing it is because of his sister.-He looks confused.- Dimitri… no matter how bad thins get, remember that at least you are not trying to bang your sibling, without their consent.

-What does that mean?- He asks in a small voice. Delthea starts giggling. Of course she knew what you meant.

- His sister is in love with him and was actively trying to…you know… marry him…- You finished awkwardly.

-What?…I suppose I understand why he would not want to be touched by people.

- And it does not help that he is very attractive. This is why he always wear loose tunics.- Seriously the first time you saw him without that tunic, it was shocking! That man is a God…well literally as well, but still. Dimitri just nods and keeps walking at your pace looking sideways at Delthea who was trying hard to open the blue book.

-Where did you get that book any way? What is it about?

-Umm. Well last week I was hiding from Luthier, because he wanted me to finish my homework and I hid in the bottom shelf where there were no books, and I saw this crack in the shelf on the bookcase next to mine, and it had a spell on it right? So I waited until Luthier went looking for me somewhere else, and tried to undo the locking spell. It was an old spell, but like easy to undo, and the book was inside it. I just can’t open it. I has this spell I can’t make out.

-Delthea,maybe it is a cue for you not to mess with it. It may belong to someone already. It may give you tentacles or something. Wait! Alfonse can translate those runes! I have seen him do it. It is some dead language we have encountered before. Why don’t you see if he can open it or knows what it is?

-Oh! Yes!….But what if I get in trouble?

-Tell him I sent you, because I wanted to know what that was and Delthea…Can you do me a favor?

-Of course _____

-Can you see what he is researching and try to help him? He is very intelligent, but sometimes people need another fresh mind to find the answer they are looking for.

-OK. I’ll do it. I want to help you with...- You shake your head slightly and widen your eyes so she would not say a word about the betrothal in front of Dimitri. She understood.- his research.

-You can do that once we come back from the beach.

-No. You go, but you can please take my brother! He needs to go out. Deal?

-Deal! Now go and tell Luthier, I need him to come help me with Freyr and that he can take whoever he wants to come with us. - She nods and starts running towards the library. You turn to Dimitri- Hey Dimitri. After visiting the baby I am taking Freyr to the beach. We are having some guests tonight and I need some relaxing time beforehand. Want to come? You don’t have to answer now. Think about it. I also need to run some errands before we take off. -He nods and opens the door of the infirmary.

You both go inside and ask him if he wants to go with you and go together to visit the baby or go by himself. He decides to wait for you outside the room Freyr is in. Brady informed you he had calmed down when they told him you were coming, but he had been very dizzy, could barely walk and had not wanted anyone to help him on the bed. He had also not wanted to tell them, whom he though had spiked his drink.

- Freyr? How are you feeling?- His eyes were open. This was bad.

-______? I feel dizzy. I need to go…

-We are going to the beach Freyr. Who spiked your drink? Do you know?

-Freya.- He pointed to the night table where a pitcher of water was placed. You go and take it to smell and …-Do not drink it. It is a potion for deep sleep.- Indeed the liquid did not smell like alcohol. He was not drunk, he was fighting sleep. You were going to ask him why he thought Freya had done this if she was dead, but then so was him and you had called him fro the dead.

- I swear your sister is like Freddy Kruger! This is bad! When did you see her?

-This morning I was dreaming… having a pleasant dream. When a nightmare came to me. I saw your sadness summoner. Then she came to me, and said we would soon be together, now that she had come back to me. I tried to wake up and could not. She came near me and I could not move. I woke up when I heard Peony knocking on my door. She had sensed something, but she could not see her or feel her. I could barely stand and she helped me get far enough to come here. I sent her to look for anyone who could have penetrated our security.

-I need to tell Anna bout this…But first I need to tell Brady if he has something to fight the sleeping potion.

-Don’t go.

- I am not going anywhere Freyr.- You open the door and ask Dimitri to please go get Brady or any healer and to bring something to fight sleep. Then you go and stand by Freyr’s side to talk to him so he can stay awake. You ask him what the dream he had about you was about, but he did not want to elaborate.

-You know Sir. It is not my place to tell you this but; have you though of maybe marring someone to see if she gets the idea?- He looks at you and actually smiles.

- I have…but I find my self in the predicament of being in love with someone who does not love me back.- Suddenly his smile fades and he continues.- Can you imagine the calamities my sister would rain upon my beloved?

-Oh yes. I surely can. I am so sorry to have intruded. Please forgive me, I did not meant to hurt you.- He sighs, extends his hands to you and asks you to sit on the bed by his side.

- Do not fret ______. It is an obvious question. I should have ended this madness a long time ago, but the love for my little sister blinded me to her misguided pursuit, until it was too late to change.

This conversation gave Brady time to come. He knocked on the door and came in with Dimitri and a young Leon in tow.

- Lord Freyr, _____; I have here a potion that may counter the sleeping potion you took.- He gives Freyr the bottle and picks up the water and smells it.- Leon said he gave you the whole bottle, if you hadn’t been a god, you would be dead, even with one fraction. This is our strongest sleeping potion. Used for surgeries.- You look at Leon who is currently looking down at the floor.- Take all the bottle Lord Freyr, if you feel uncomfortable you can come see me later. _________, please don’t be hard on the tike. It ain’t his fault.- Freyr took the potion.

-What happened Leon?- You asked him in a soothing tone. How can you be mad at him? He is a good boy and was probably tricked into doing this.

- He told me to do it.-He pointed at Freyr. Everyone looks confused except Brady.- Well it wasn’t him I guess. I had a dream for two nights and he was crying, because he could not sleep. In my dream he kept asking me for help. He said he wanted to see his little sister and he needed a potion for that but he could not ask for it, because he did not want to worry you _______. He said not to ask him in real life so it would be our secret. He told me where to get it, and to just put it in his water when he was not in his room so no one would know. So I did what he asked...but now that I think about it; his horns looked different and he had a big ugly mole in his nose.

Freya.

If this had not been as serious as it was, it would have been funny. Freya was so self conscious about that mole… but also that mole was the root of the whole damned problem. Leon looked worriedly at Freyr, which was still looking at him with open eyes. Freyr smiles at him.

-Do not be afraid child. I hold no ill intent toward you. You are innocent. I know my sister well, but I confess I am shocked, by her tricking a child to do her wicked work.

Freyr felt better and now could close his eyes and sleep as he always did. It was worrisome that Freya was back, not only because of the sick obsession she had with her brother, but because it meant someone had revived her.

You send word to Anna about the incident and she comes to talk to Freyr and you. After this you, Dimitri and Freyr ( who probably does not want to be alone), go visit Runa and her baby. You had a good talk, you got to hold the baby and Freyr gave him his blessing. Runa could not believe she was in the presence of one of the ancient Gods.

After sending word to the heroes that need to be in the meeting and King Claude who you think needs to be there as well, you take the stuff you need and pick up Luthier to go to the beach. Dimitri ends up going with you.

It was around ten when you got there. Double trouble decided to come along to Dimitri’s chagrin, but thankfully young Claude decided to befriend Luthier. Young Claude took it upon himself to teach him how to make friends and charm the ladies. Meanwhile, King Claude was mostly talking to Freyr, and Sharena, whom Alfonse had sent along to have fun, but had done so just after he had learned K Claude was coming along.

-Here Lord Freyr I got you a pineapple the way you like them. Do you want me to check it first?- You tell the silver haired man. He shakes his head slightly and and takes it from your hand.

- Thank you _______. I can do this. I never did this before because I had no reason to do so, she had never been so bold as to do these king of wicked deeds.

- I am sorry I can’t protect you more efficiently. I will go and do some research at the library to see if I can find something to help you. Physical barriers and security is something, but the mind and dreams are not easy to deal with.- Just how far had his sister gone before Peony had woke him up? The way he behaved this morning…you did not want to think about it, but you were sure he needed therapy after that.

- I can put up shields in my mind to do so and now that we are aware she is back, it will be easy to detect her presence in dreams.

King Claude took the opportunity that Dimitri was still getting a coconut for you and himself to come and talk to you.

-Hey ______. I just noticed something. This Dimitri...Byleth choose Black Eagles and…

- Claude I swear if you tell me not to bother with him, because he is going to die; I will slap you silly.

- What? No! That is not it! In fact I wan to help you get him ready to win! After all the other me in his world may die along with him; and he will need someone like me, to teach him to charm his way into getting more allies! What I wanted to tell you, is that I have been talking to some of the other heroes that had different destinies and I understand that This Dimitri still has both eyes. He wears the patch but he still has his eye intact. I thing it was kind of like his sense of taste, maybe? I remember you telling me, when we first met that Dimitri had lost it either because he had had some physical trauma, or it was psychological. If it is the later he may recover it; just like King Dimitri started tasting certain foods after he started being such “good friends” with Marth.

- Son of a witch! Seriously? Look, let me find it out. I just need to find the right time to do it. I don’t want him to get flashbacks or something. Oh and Claude you are a frigging genius! And a good man to boot! Thank you!- You hug him.

- Do I get a little kiss as well?- He asks laughing and you can hear Freyr laughing too. You kiss him in the forehead. - Well that’s better than nothing.

You can see Dimitri coming back in the distance with Sharena to his side. When they are near, you can see him looking sideways to the princess with a knitted brow. It may be because she is not her usual bubbly self. He asks her something you can not hear and she looks at him and smiles, but shakes her head.

When they get to where you are sitting by Freyr and Claude Dimitri is furrowing his brows and looking intently at you like searching for something. You take this time to evade any questions or suspicions and distract Sharena with something fun by asking then if they want to build a sand Castle.

Freyr and Dimitri have never don this and are instantly intrigued by the idea. Sharena perks up instantly and Claude proceeds to make it a competition and proclaims that his team consisting of himself and Sharena will win. You are left with Freyr and Dimitri who looks with trepidation at the items used to make the castle. You would think they will bite him, but understand it is his fear of breaking them, what is bothering him.

-The point of this is to have fun Dimitri. You can use your hands and items to do it and if you don’t want to use the pail or shovel it is perfectly alright. First you go and get some shells and plants and stick or stones that you find on the beach to make the castle look better.- You ere picking up shells and pebbles when Young Claude and Luthier come back and make their own team, when you tell them about the sand castle competition.

Watching both Freyr and Dimitri so invested in their work really made you happy. They looked so carefree, it almost made you forget about Alfonse’s engagement. Luthier also looked happy and it looked like Claude, as other extroverts do, had adopted Luthier.

-Mister Sandman! Give me a dream. Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen!- The moment the soft words of the song came out of your lips, Freyr looked at your smiling face with open eyes and smiled himself. - Give him two lips like roses and clover; and tell him that his lonesome nights are over.

When you reached the part with “lots of wavy hair…” You could hear Claude shout “Someone wants gorgeous wavy hair?”.

-You know she meant blue and gold! - Young Claude said and threw a shell at his older counterpart. This earned them a laugh from everyone. Even Dimitri gave his quiet laugh. Well everyone except Sharena. She was looking down at the sand castle.

-Maybe we do need a nice dream. Would you like to take a nap in the sun? -Asked Freyr softly.

- I can watch over you while you take a much needed nap.- Said King Claude. You agreed to do it after you finished the sand castle competition, which young Claude and Luthier won. The winners went to celebrate their win at the drink stand. You told them not to drink alcohol.

Sharena agreed to take that much needed nap. You all were very used to not getting enough sleep by now, but somehow the stress of the situation was even greater, than some of the battles you had fought in.

You lay on a blanket between Freyr and Sharena; and Dimitri chose to lay down on a reclining chair next to Claude who was going to remain awake.

You have the most wonderful dream in a while, and by the time you woke up, you felt like you had slept for days. (2) You felt so well rested you did not notice the sting on your skin, not did you notice you were tightly hugging a very firm body and being tightly hugged in return by someone behind you. That someone was still snoring right in your ear.

-Had a nice dream huh Summoner?- Came Claude’s voice from behind you. You could hear the laughter in his voice.- I think you forgot to put on sun blocking lotion.

-What do you …-Now you felt it. You were laying on your side and so only one side of your body was an angry red. You then notice the firm body you were hugging was Freyr who was smiling in his dream. His chest was just as red as your left arm and the left leg you had over his.- Oh Fudge!- You say trying to disentangle yourself from him, but an arm around your waist prevents you from moving. You turn around and see Sharena’s face about three inches from yours. You both are lying on Freyr’s arm. After taking your arm from his chest you notice it leaves a tan line with its shape.

-Sharena! You are getting sunburned!- You say trying to move her arm. Half her face is red and you suspect your face fares the same. She opens her eyes and smiles broadly at you.

-______!! I had the most wonderful dream! I….Ouch! Hey I got sunburned! How did that happen I got the lotion on!

-So did I, and Freyr as well, but I probably look like Neapolitan ice cream!- You tell her and point to Freyr who is sitting up by now.

-I count my self lucky, and this mistake worth the fun and happiness. -He looks down and smiles at the mark of your hand on his chest. He was moving his left arm and you were sure it was sore after all the time you and Sharena had been laying on it. God that man was a saint. You look around to find an umbrella over Dimitri who is still asleep. You look over at Claude who smiles at you.

-They only had one, and I rather not have a very sore and angry Dima on our hands when he wakes up all red and in pain.- He gave you an apologetic look.

- It’s all cool Claude. I rather he doesn’t suffer for it at least. I wonder why the lotion didn’t work?

-Because it is regular lotion!…I am so sorry ______! I was so distracted this morning I got the wrong one!- Said Sharena bashfully.

-Don’t worry Sharena! We will get all fixed up when we get back home. Right Freyr!- You hear a rumble of ascent coming from the God.- We better wake up Sleeping Beauty and get our Dynamic Duo, and eat some lunch so we can go home, by the way. We still have to get ready to meet King Hrid.- You tell them and Claude gets up to get the other two from the dink stand. That leaves you to wake up Dimitri who looks so serene sleeping. So relaxed and young…It feels like a pity to awaken him. You stand there contemplating how to go about it when he wakes up smiling. He looks at you and say…

-Beloved…- he seems to realize what he said and sits up all red in the face.- I…

-Mmm having a great dream I see! I am sorry to wake you up Dimitri, but it is time to go home.- You wonder if like Student Dimitri, this Dimitri is in love with Marianne, but you feel it is not your place to ask. He’ll confide in you when the time comes.

After a hurried lunch, you get home all sore but relaxed and happy. Even Sharena looks like her old self.

-Wow Thank you Lord Freyr! I had the greatest of dreams! Everyone was my friend! Even Navarre and Valter! Oh and Fomortiis too!

-Why would you want to be their friend? I get Navarre but…- Asked Luthier.

-They all deserve a chance to be understood. -Says Sharena.- Our dear Summoner taught me that.- She looks at you and winks. You return her smile in kind.

- I guess, but Fomortiis is a literal demon…- Responds Luthier.- Oh so what did you dream of Summoner?- He ask you and you feel your heart beat faster. Your dream...You did not want to talk about it. Dimitri must have seen your hesitance and started to talk.

- I… I dreamed my beloved gifted me a wheel of cheese and asked for my hand in marriage.- He said scarlet faced. Everyone looked at him surprised, but no one laughed.

-Wow that sounds like something ________ would do!- Says King Claude.

- I have you know…wait that does sound like a good idea. I mean if someone were to give me my favorite food and then asks me to marry him; I’d say yes right away! I think that is very romantic!- You say to the King.

-Well, don’t keep your favorite food a secret! I need to know right now!- He asks and now everyone laughs.

-Try a wheel of cheese Claude.- Says Dimitri to Claude’s surprise.

-Quesadillas! Yummy!! - You say.

-I got a pair of mice in my hands!- Says King Claude and gives a sigh.

-I love cheese and Quesadillas too!- Pipes in Sharena.

-I enjoy cheese and quesadillas my self as well.- Says Lord Freyr.

You were all laughing by the time you reach the castle and were on your way to the infirmary to get fixed up when you see a group of people walking to meet you. It was Alfonse followed by Fjorm walking by Leagyarn. On Alfonse’s side was the King of Nifl.

-Hrid…

A/N

1. The piece Alfonse is playing is clearly from his world, but I imagine it sounds a lot like Ikuto’s Violin Solo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ET8hV8yPNNQ

2. I wonder what the Summoner dreamed about? Should I leave it to your discretion or should I write about it. I am sure I will end up writing about Dimitri’s. Also Freyr’s forced dream was a dubious consent and I am not sure if I should write about that.

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lady-divine-writes · 3 years ago

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Kurtbastian one-shot - “Cake by the Ocean” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Kurt is having a problem finding jeans that fit, and Sebastian is being his usual helpful self. (1336 words)

Notes: So, yeah - skater's ass is a huge problem when trying to buy jeans XD Also, I named this one-shot after the song since it plays all the time now at the rink ;)

Part 70 of Outside Edge

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"Babe? Oh, ba-abe?" Sebastian sings, raising his voice so he can be heard over his boyfriend's groaning. "Why do you insist on torturing yourself like this?"

"I'm not torturing myself... urgh! I'm... grrr... on a mission!"

"Be that as it may, if it hasn't happened by now, it's not gonna."

"Way... to stay... positive," Kurt growls.

"Exactly. I'm positive this is not gonna happen."

Kurt huffs, shoving aside his boyfriend's unnecessary negativity and bracing himself for the exertion to come. He blows out three times through teeth clenched behind a Chanel logo mask, then sucks in and tugs hard. He holds his breath, tenses his abs, and squeezes his tush, pulling with all his might until his biceps bulge and his elbows shake with fatigue.

It doesn't work. Not an inch. But he's far from giving up.

He refuses to admit Sebastian might be right.

He can't be. Not here. Not in Kurt's sanctuary.

"You've gotta stop this, Kurt! You're going to hurt yourself!"

"Passion... is... pain!"

"I don't need you dislocating your knee three weeks before your next qualifier!"

"It's not like I'm... nnn... attempting to parkour up the Empire States Building! I'm just... mmph... trying on a pair of jeans!"

"We've talked about this a hundred times though! You're not going to find anything off the rack. Not with that cake you're packing."

Kurt grunts, snuffling like a pig, then his obscene noises skid to a halt. "Nice."

"Skater's ass is a thing, babe. It exists. And Goddamn... " Sebastian whistles low, picturing Kurt in his latest costume - blood-red and completely blinged out Spandex clinging to his perfectly round rear tighter than his own friggin' skin, and those delightful, flesh-colored mesh cut-outs, strategically placed... Sebastian usually cringes at the sexualized costumes some skaters wear. But when it comes to Kurt, his ass gets a pass. "You have definitely got one."

"You've bought jeans off the rack before," Kurt laments, steering the conversation away from graphic discussion about his butt. Sebastian has no filter, and there are children in the other dressing room stalls. "And... ngh... Blaine has, too!"

"That was dumb luck."

"I want to get lucky!"

An uptight mom glares in their direction. She covers her precious boy's ears and stomps away in disgust, but Sebastian's knees buckle.

"Keep making those noises," he mumbles, sucking in his lower lip like he's kissing Kurt, "and you will."

"What?"

"Uh... " Sebastian clears his throat. "It helps when you have a personal shopper and a tailor on call. There's no shame in having your shit altered, by the way."

"I guess. It just seems so... mmph... high-maintenance for a pair of jeans."

Sebastian raises both eyebrows. "And that's not you how?"

Kurt sighs. A moment of silence follows, then the pair of jeans he's been wrestling cartwheels over the top of the dressing room door. Sebastian catches them. He slides them onto an empty hanger and returns them to the rolling rack with Kurt's other rejects.

"Are you going to help me? Or did you come just to insult me?"

"I'm not here to insult you," Sebastian says in a tone far from reassuring.

"I'm finding that difficult to believe."

"I’m not!” Sebastian swallows to keep from chuckling. He shouldn't pick on Kurt. But he can't help it. Kurt makes it too easy. Sometimes Sebastian can be the worst. He can admit it. He’s not proud. “You said we could get a soft pretzel after."

"Ha-ha," Kurt says dryly.

“God, I miss soft pretzels.”

“Good to know.” Another pair of jeans fly over the door and nails Sebastian in the face.

"Oomph!" Sebastian tosses the jeans aside with a comeback on deck but shelves it when he hears Kurt deflate. Sebastian leans against the door, squinting through the narrow slats. He spots Kurt slumped against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the floor. He looks so sad, Sebastian's snarky remark evaporates. "I'm sorry, Kurt. Believe it or not, I'm trying to lighten the mood."

"Buy some bleach and a 30 volume developer."

Sebastian smirks. "Very funny."

"No," Kurt grumbles. "Seriously. You're in desperate need of highlights. And you should consider doing something about those bangs. They're getting out of hand."

"No need to get personal."

"Sorry, not sorry. It's truth time."

"It’s heartbreaking to see you finally get out to do something you love and ending up depressed. Especially when I can make a phone call and order you three pairs of Gucci jeans that'll fit you like a glove and show up on your doorstep in less than a day."

"Trying the clothes on in the store is part of the fun." Kurt opens the door slowly. He sees Sebastian standing there, arm draped over the door frame, and maneuvers underneath. "It bums me out that I can find all the shirts I want, but I can't buy a single pair of pants to go with them. So if I want to wear a new outfit home, I either have to settle for the pants I wore here or go pantsless."

"And pantsless is a problem?"

"Yes. Pantsless is a problem."

"Pity," Sebastian says, hugging Kurt tight.

The pants aren't the problem.

Well, maybe they are a little.

The problem is society's rush to return to normal that scares the hell out of Kurt.

The residents of Ohio have not handled the pandemic well, to say the least. Lima, in particular, is filled with anti-maskers and anti-vaxxers. Kurt is a germaphobe, and he's not fond of crowds - two of the worst things for a figure skater. Except for the occasional bout of boredom and not seeing his mom as often as he wanted, Kurt embraced quarantine. The mask mandate may have denied the world his alabaster skin and chiseled cheekbones, but he made the best of it, using his exquisite sewing skills to create masks that became the envy of every rink from there to London. He opened an Etsy shop, advertised on social media, and had orders up the whazoo from day one. Even with mask mandates relaxing, he still gets new requests every day.

Kurt reveled in his forced hermitage.

He enjoyed being locked away with Sebastian.

Staying at Sebastian's house for the past year plus was like living in their own private paradise. There was no stress, no pressure. They had everything they needed and dealt with no one outside their bubble.

Even though Kurt launched right back into his routine as a figure skater and a coach the second the rinks opened again, Sebastian knows that going back terrifies him. But Kurt is resilient, one of the strongest guys Sebastian has ever met. He'll get back into the swing.

He just needs time.

"Is there anywhere else you'd like to try?"

Kurt leans into Sebastian's side, happy to have an inkling of his supportive boyfriend back. "No. If Nordies doesn't have what I want, no one will. I guess you were right."

"Oh no! Don't say that!" Sebastian says, giving Kurt a squeeze. "Nothing good comes from thinking I'm right."

"Don't worry. I don't really," Kurt jokes but with a smidge of defeat in his voice.

Sebastian kisses Kurt on the top of the head. "You're a smart man."

"I don't think I could stuff my legs into another pair of pants if I tried. I feel like I've landed thirty triples in the past half hour."

"Are you, maybe, willing to try one more pair? For me?" Sebastian grins. "I know a pair of pants you can get off the rack that will fit. I promise."

"Yeah?" Kurt asks, skeptical but optimistic. "And what's that?"

Sebastian snorts, so from the start, Kurt knows his answer won't be good. "Jeggings."

Sebastian snuffles. Then he guffaws. Kurt shakes his head. He slips out from under Sebastian's arm and starts speed walking away. "You're sleeping alone tonight."

"Aw! Kurt! Don't be like that! I bet Adam Rippon wears jeggings! He's got cake, too!"

"I'm leaving now... "

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empiresmostwanted · 4 years ago

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Hi!! From that quote prompts list, a few that stood out for me were “it’s a brutal world” and “what are you humming?” for Rex? Im imaging either a mechanic/civilian reader or a shiny new clone trooper is accompanying the 501st on an off-world mission and they are sitting by the campfire late at night, a little shaken by the battle earlier in the day. Rex notices and goes to comfort them, and perhaps there is a singing motif??

Also! I loved Sabacc Face and im making my way though your other works this weekend 💕

Thank you so much @maulpunk for the prompts 😘

I'm sorry it took me so long to write, work has done a number on me this last week or so. Grrr. But I was happy to get back to writing this, although I must apologise for straying a little from the parameters of the request (it turned out to be a little too angsty for a singing motif, oops). I hope you like it all the same!

(P.S. Thank you so so much, I'm thrilled you liked Sabacc Face. It was a lot of fun to write, I hope it was just as fun to read!)

posted on AO3 | the prompt list | my writing

Words: 1.5k | Warnings: Post-Umbara Arc, Grief/Mourning, Angst (and lots of it, sorry-not-sorry), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, a certain Besalisk's name is briefly mentioned (okay, I am sorry for this one)

GHOSTS IN THE UMBRA

20BBY

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CT-0292 couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes, rounds of blue plasma bolts flashed through the darkness behind his lids. Hands, his own hands, held a DC-15 carbine aloft, and one single finger under his control pressed on the trigger, mowing down the Umbarans in their disguises.

But they hadn't been Umbarans. They'd been his brothers.

A strangled sound escaped him, somewhere between a gasp and a sob that he caught in his throat. His chest ached with the effort to hold it, the urge to release it. And it ached as if his brothers had occupied a place there, the loss of them leaving the muscles of his heart to constrict around empty space.

He blinked away sharp tears, then pushed off the weighted blanket – its presence more suffocating than soothing – and climbed out of his rack. He gathered up the armour stacked in a neat pile from the foot of the bunk's frame and applied it, piece by piece, from foot to neck.

If he couldn't sleep, he might as well be useful. He'd never been very good at keeping still.

Around him, his brothers lay in their cots; some slept, restless, while others remained painfully conscious. From his own squad, only himself, Wil (Private), and Ridge (Private) remained. The others, along with their sergeant, had fallen to General Krell's lightsaber.

All was quiet. And Ridge was nowhere to be seen.

0292 shook his head, lightheaded, the back of his neck prickling. After checking his blaster was fastened to his belt, he tucked his helmet under one arm and crept through the rows of bunks like a ghost, leaving the sterile barracks behind.

For a moment, he stopped outside the blast doors as they sshhed to a close behind him, and took a deep breath. Had he caught the scent of rain and salt water in the air, it might have grounded him; but this planet was as unfamiliar to his nose as it was to his eyes and ears. With the tang of metal in his nostrils and on the tip of his tongue, he set off across the floodlit compound.

Beyond the sensor wall, he spotted the warm glow of a natural fire flickering in the perpetual dusk, its light peeking through the mist and the dense formation of local flora. He frowned. Patrol taking a break, perhaps?

CT-0292 made his way to the airbase's entrance. As he approached the gate, he passed skeletons of Umbaran machinery looming out of the fog, and squads of troopers pacing as silent as wraiths.

The planet was reclaimed, but no one had come out of the campaign unscathed.

At the gate, two troopers bearing the colours of the 212th stood guard, blasters held across their bodies, and faced the darkness beyond. With the sight of their armour came a fresh wave of guilt, at once hot and cold, that settled in the pit of his stomach. He cleared his throat upon approach; one started as if he'd been shot, and the other patted him on the shoulder.

"Easy, trooper," said 0292, holding out a placating hand. "Just passing through, lending a hand to patrol. That them over there?"

They followed the direction of his pointer finger, to the small fire burning gold in the gloom. The one coiled as tightly as he himself nodded, and turned back to him. "They're taking it in turns to sweep the perimeter."

"Thanks." He inclined his head, and stepped over the threshold of the airbase.

As his footsteps tapped a muffled rhythm into the damp earth, the chill air cooled the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and pressed cold fingers to the nape of his neck. With a shiver, he donned his helmet and activated its spot-lamp, before succumbing to Umbara's gloaming.

CT-0292 walked through the forest of Zabrak Spines, their bioluminescent ridges reaching towards the sky and cutting through the umbra like angry wounds. The glow of giant red thorns shrouded the woodland in an unsettling pallor.

Every small noise was amplified in the stillness around him: the snapping of twigs beneath the feet of tiny creatures, the whooshing of spectral wings overhead, and what seemed like footsteps somewhere behind him, approaching – but when he looked over his shoulder, there was nothing there. Each sound sent a spike of cortisol through his body, and he tried not to hyperventilate to the beat of his pulse.

The immediate threat from the Umbarans had been neutralised. But he and his brothers had found out the hard way that this shadowy world kept its secrets close.

You're out of the woods when you're out of the woods, his instructor back on Kamino used to say. It had seemed redundant to him then.

"What's that you're humming, trooper?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked back and came face-to-face – or helmet-to-helmet – with Captain Rex materialising out of the fog, easy to identify by the jaig eyes and the modified armour.

The captain removed his bucket, brow furrowed in concern, and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Relax. I didn't mean to startle you," he said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "It sounded familiar, the song you were humming."

"I didn't realise I was humming it aloud," the trooper admitted, face heating as Captain Rex fell into step beside him. "I was thinking of my instructor, back at the facility: she smuggled her own radio into Tipoca, and she'd play it for us during downtime. That one was her favourite, I think. I don't know the words, though. Just the tune."

"Ah."

They walked for a way in companionable silence, each lost to their own thoughts. Confronted once more with the familiar face of his brothers, CT-0292 replayed the moment of terrible realisation, and the skirmish with Krell. The Jedi – if one could even call him that – might have been dealt with on a permanent basis, but his reach would extend far beyond his death.

"Couldn't sleep, either?" asked the captain, dragging him out of his own memories.

He shook his head.

Rex sighed. "It's a brutal world out there."

CT-0292 couldn't be sure if he was referring to Umbara, or the entire galaxy.

"I admit," he began, "I wasn't expecting to kill other people. I've been training to take down and disable battle droids for nearly ten years, and I thought I was ready, but this …"

It didn't even begin to cover the atrocity of slaughtering his own, knowingly or not.

They heard the voices of their brothers before they saw them, hushed and sombre. Upon stepping out of the forest, they found themselves in a small clearing, lit from above by towering plants, incandescent with pink and purple and blue light, and lit from within by a humble campfire. At least ten troopers were gathered around it, talking in lowered voices amongst themselves.

Rex came to a halt on the edge of the clearing, and stopped 0292 with a hand on his arm.

"If it's of any comfort," he said, "every one of us here is feeling the same right now. No campaign is easy, no life lost is worth less. But this mission has taken its toll more than any other. You say you're not ready, but I recognise the blue bird painted on your bucket. I saw you take charge of your squad when Sergeant Jax was killed, and you kept the rest of them alive. There might well be a promotion coming your way."

A promotion. He'd always harboured the hope of making his way up the ranks, proving his worth and ability along the way. Seeing the captain in action, the way he was respected and admired, had only solidified that desire. But he hadn't entered the GAR as a sergeant, or a captain. It had never really occurred to him before now that someone would have to die for him to take their place.

But he nodded, and said, "Thank you, Captain."

"What's your name, trooper?"

"CT-zero-two-ni—"

"Your name, trooper," Rex clarified. The smile on his lips belied the sadness in his eyes.

CT-0292 removed his helmet. "It's Vaughn, sir. My batchmates called me Vaughn."

"Then welcome to the five-oh-first, Private Vaughn. Over there are your brothers. It won't always be easy, but whatever happens, we look out for each other. And I know you barely got to see General Skywalker in action, but I can promise you that he – and Commander Tano – are nothing like Krell. You'll see."

"Thank you, sir."

Captain Rex clapped him on the arm, then strode off across the clearing, towards the campfire. Vaughn followed, kicking up the smell of damp earth and decaying foliage, sickly sweet in his nostrils. He was pleased to see his squadmate, Ridge, among the ranks of troopers around the flames, and another who'd introduced himself as Sterling just one rotation prior.

"Room for two more, boys?"

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Thank you so much for staying to the end! Even though I enjoy reading some good ol' angst, it's definitely tricky to write, so it was nice to stretch those muscles for this prompt. Hope you liked it 💜

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zerotoxicdragon · 3 years ago

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Decide doing Translation this fanfic from ao3

https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/30040782

Some are mistake because google translation can be wrong…

False proposals remain proposals

— Grrr... That fucking KID! I swear next time I'm gonna put my hands on him and finally put him behind bars!

The few policemen who made the bad decision to accompany Inspector Nakamori on his way out to the bar had no choice but to increasingly seclude themselves in their seats in the face of the shouts of their superior. The only person present who seemed unfazed by the din of the man was nothing more or less than the one who organized this small event: the private detective himself Kogoro Mouri, who under the pretext of "it's your birthday" could convince the inspector and some poor devils of the squad to accompany him to one of his favorite bars in the city. Rather the only one who did not need to be convinced was Nakamori. The poor man was so stressed that he had not caught the famous thief in his last robbery two days ago that at the first moment he was offered a jug of alcohol he had already halved it.

- Sure, sure! the culprit interrupted him from his meeting, passing his arm through the neck of the birthday boy. You can worry about that thief another day, tonight is a night to drink!

While the only thing Kogoro was most likely looking for was a mate to get drunk, the officers said the peers couldn't help but think there was something more hidden beneath that "working friends" facade. The detective did not bother to respect the inspector's personal space, not only hugging him with one arm but also giving soft touches whenever he recounted something or a light jolt when the man appeared to stop responding briefly. For someone like Nakamori who considered their space very important... this acting just left them dumbfounded.

Now that you thought about it, haven't you been acting a little close lately?

"Ah, Kogoro..." Nakamori spoke, drunk enough not to remember his companion's last name but sober enough to remember

The detective just mumbled a weak "huh?" before looking at his watch on his wrist. He had to blink a couple of times to stop seeing cloudy and concentrate on the device needles, 1 PM? No, that was-

"One in the morning?" exclaimed suddenly, the adrenaline rush getting him a little drunk. Ran's gonna kill me if I come back so late!

Ran...? the inspector mumbled in confusion before connecting the pieces. Ran was his daughter. He also had a daughter who was probably waiting for him at home. Damn it, Aoko's probably in a rage...

The young cops just felt sorry for them. Like the young people they were, they could still stay at the bar for an extra hour. They did not want to go home, otherwise they would have offered to accompany either man to their homes.

"I'd better take a taxi," Kogoro quickly took his things and prepared to leave, before being stopped by Nakamori.

— Ah, Kogoro, we have to go in the same direction, do you think we could share that taxi?

"I don't see why not," he nodded. Let's go have one on the street, Ginzo.

The officers watched as the two men marched in step, Kogoro again playing his inspector by guiding him with one hand on his back.

Between the three of them looked at each other.

"Hey, don't you think...

— ...it will be possible...

— ...that remotely...

— ...Our inspector and Sleeping Kogoro are dating?

No one at the station seemed surprised to see Nakamori holed up in his office dealing with a powerful hangover. From the moment he entered the building with a face indicating that he was more eager to stay in his bed sleeping than to listen to the complaints of his superior, there was no person in the precinct who wanted to approach because of the fear of irritating him.

A small group of officers had gathered just outside his office, whispering to each other what appeared to be the latest new news from the precinct. The superintendent of Shintaro Chaki, well known for being almost always in a bad mood, was already fed up with his subordinates spending more time chatting like old gossips than concentrating on their daily chores; so he took the opportunity to appear behind the group to repress them.

— What is happening here? asked, very upset about the situation.

"Ah, superintendent! exclaimed the quartet of police among surprised and scared. We were just sharing the news with everyone.

— News? What news?

- You don't know? Inspector Nakamori and Sleeping Kogoro are dating! They are so close that they are even called by their names without honorees.

Of all the gossip I could have heard, the fact that Nakamori had gotten a new partner after so many years was really down the list.

"Oh, oh, oh, my head..."

Inside the Mouri detective agency, Conan watched something amusing as Kogoro bemoaned his hangover lying on his desk. The poor man found himself half-disheveled and with his suit badly worn and wrinkled, he was still wearing the same one from the night before.

"You're an amazing dad." Ran was still quarreling with his father, just as he had barely managed to set foot inside the house. First you're going to drink leaving us alone with Inspector Megure, then I stay up late waiting for you to come back and finally you decide to come back almost noon without even leaving a message on the phone or answering machine!

Yes, Kogoro loved his daughter very much, but the only thing he didn't need at the time was someone yelling at him in the ear at full volume.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she murmured as she massaged her temple. But I told you I don't remember anything from last night! I woke up an hour ago at a motel and I came straight here... I think my self yesterday was drunk enough not to remember where he lived and decided to sleep on the road.

The truth is that waking up there was a rather strange event. Few, very few, were the times when Kogoro did not remember how he had come home after having taken until he almost lost consciousness, but even on those occasions he always dawned in his comfortable bed. That's why it was so rare to have woken up in a motel relatively far from the agency, completely naked and also on the floor for having fallen out of a double bed. Worst of all, his body hurt. Moving, walking, anything was uncomfortable. And even if he was in his forties, there was no reason why Kogoro should feel sore after he had taken it.

"When I went to the front desk trying to pay for the room, the employee told me that I had nothing to worry about, that everything was paid for," she sighed. I wonder if anyone decided to guide me to a motel because he couldn't remember my address... he even bothered to fix everything.

Ran went on to berate his father, who simply tried to sink deeper and deeper into his desk to avoid feeling how every word drilled into his head. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when the agency's phone rang and, even if he was not in a position to take any cases, he immediately attended to escape even if it was an instant from his daughter.

— Detective Bureau Mouri, how can I help?

— Mouri-kun! a lively voice answered from the other side. I thought we were friends! I can't believe you didn't tell me something like this.

- Huh? answered in confusion. What the hell was Megure talking about? What was I supposed to tell you?

- Don't play dumb! -Inspector Megure's shout was so loud that even Ran and Conan across the room were able to hear it. How do you think I felt when I found out that one of my closest friends had started dating someone and he wasn't the one who told me?!

For one, two, three seconds.

"HUH?"

Ran had taken Conan to primary school and she was attending her own classes, so Kogoro was now alone at the agency. In theory he was to find himself alone, because in front of him, with his arms crossed and his frown frowned upon, a very annoying Ginzo Nakamori walked from side to side as if going from wall to wall would provide the solution to the problem in which they were.

"Then..." Kogoro began, making Nakamori stop for a moment to pay attention. Everyone in the police force believes that for some reason we are a couple.

"For any reason?" As I heard in the precinct, you couldn't keep your hands still! cried the inspector. Now my superior, Superintendent Chaki, wants me to take my "new partner" to lunch with him and his wife this Sunday!

Mouri snuck into his seat, looking to hide as much as possible from the elder's screams.

- W-but- why did you accept his invitation?

"I had a terrible hangover thanks to your departure last night! I could hardly tell what he was talking to me, I saw myself with no choice but to nod to everything he said. How do you expect that hours after I confirmed to my superior that I was dating, I would simply tell him that I didn't hear him for having the worst hangover of my life? Don't you know how unprofessional that is? I could be suspended!

The detective sighed. They were really in a difficult situation.

- Now what Inspector Megure said makes sense...said he.

"Huh?" What did Inspector Megure say?

- Ah! Well... apparently first he heard the rumors going around your division... And this morning I got a call from him saying that he happened to have to come early to the station and went by the Beika Motel, where he saw you come out first and within minutes of me from the place—he admitted something sad.

For a few seconds they both kept quiet.

But when I woke up in that room I was alone...

"Of course not!" I was just lying on the floor, probably because I fell somewhere in the night. That's why when you woke up you thought you were alone, you couldn't see me on the other side of the bed. Surely I woke up to the sound of the door when you left.

With a whimper of frustration, Nakamori dropped into one of the agency's sofas, too exhausted to think of all the problems that did nothing but pile up.

Everybody thinks we're dating, right? asked Kogoro, to which the eldest nodded. Then why don't we just go play along?

- Play along?

- You know! We had lunch with the superintendent and his wife over the weekend, pretended to keep going out for a couple more days and then we were done! Superintendent Chaki won't know you lied to him, Inspector Megure will continue to trust me, and the other officers will have something else to whisper about for the next two weeks.

Nakamori's first impression was to think that his companion had simply lost his mind. But the more he thought about his options, the only thing he saw possible was what Kogoro was saying. That showed how bad his situation was.

- Good! he resigned himself. On one condition. This will end as soon as possible after that damn lunch.

"Of course I do!" But I too must accept under one condition.

- But you were the one with the idea! Why should you demand something?

— But this must be beneficial to me too! "a sly smile was present on the detective's face." For all of us, we're just going out but there's nothing official yet, so... I want a great public proposal that can become a viral sensation! As today's young people would say: "Do it big or go home."

Nakamori was completely dumbfounded.

"Are you crazy?" Of course not! he growled. We don't have twenty years to do these things! Besides, why would someone like you care about something like that?

"Because," he interrupted, "you just have to think about this for a moment!" The fact that famous detective Mouri Kogoro starts dating one of Tokyo's most prestigious inspectors will be the most important news of the whole month! The public loves gossip," he continued. And, above all, gossip brings fame to those involved. My popularity will grow to the clouds!

For some reason, he wasn't surprised that someone like Kogoro had such a reason to stick with the plan.

— Also when we announce our separation, my mail will be filled with letters from nice girls who want to comfort me! In all those TV scandals it's always the fans who give support to their idols. I could even get an email from my dear Yoko-chan!

There was no choice but to accept.

Surprisingly, Ginzo's confession was a viral hit.

With the help of his daughter Aoko (who was more than happy to be able to participate in something like this) and his friend Kaito, the man managed to film a video in which, laden with gifts, flowers and alcohol, he appeared at the Mouri agency to declare his infinite love for the detective and how much he needed it.

By next morning all of Japan's newscasts were talking about the new Tokyo couple and how popular the two men had become.

Kogoro kept receiving letters from fans congratulating him on their relationship and a few of his love disappointments. Nakamori, meanwhile, was assisted by the detective to have lunch with Superintendent Chaki later that weekend. The man looked strangely happy during the event, even though at work he spent almost the whole day in bad temper it was clear he was quite sensitive to any love-related issue. He could even remember his words in firing the lovebirds in the afternoon: "I'm glad to know you can finally get by. I'm sure Mrs. Nakamori would agree that they make a beautiful couple."

Maybe that's why it was so hard to end that fake relationship after that. It just didn't feel right to do so soon.

The first few weeks Kogoro had taken the trouble to visit Nakamori when there was no customer to keep the farce and keep giving the impression of not-so-young lovers. At least that was his excuse at first, since one day he suddenly realized that the real reason for his visits was to spend as much time as possible with the inspector. More than staying home and watching some Yoko show, he longed more to travel to the police station and simply chat with his "partner" or accompany him until the moment he went home or had a beer at a nearby bar. Far from bothering him, Ginzo gradually began to appreciate every appearance of the detective in his precinct, even becoming disillusioned when he had no news of him for a whole day.

Within a month, when it was already quite safe to announce its breakup, another problem became present. And rather than being frustrated that they couldn't finish everything, deep down they were relieved.

"On the day of the sun, just as Artemis is at the highest point, I am going to take the jewel that is so jealously guarded in the heart of the city.

PD: I send a rose next to this notice to congratulate the inspector on his new relationship and to wish them well. I hope you both can attend my show to receive a surprise worthy of your love.

-Kaitou KID"

Kaitou KID's notices could not be kept secret for long, so just twelve hours after the police received it all the major Japanese media already announced the theft of the famous thief at the same time they used to revive the news of their romance and how they received blessings even from someone like KID. If they broke up now, they were only going to look bad.

The agreement was to wait a while longer after the robbery, until most had forgotten the subject and surprised them with the news of the separation.

But of course, nothing came out as they expected.

Boy, that white-gloved fucking thief had kept his word.

Kogoro ended up accompanying Nakamori to the Beika museum to protect the jewel and, even if he did not finish accepting it, because it had already become a custom for him to see his "partner" work. For some reason he loved to see how the man could control his squad with ease, admired the dedication he put to his work and really left a warm feeling in his chest when in his evening talks drinking at a Nakamori bar he confessed to him that there were few things he loved as much as his work. As promised, Kaitou KID showed up at midnight and stole the jewel in front of the entire police squad and mocking all the security measures taken. At the time of his escape, the thief activated a device that covered the museum's entire main room of confetti and colored papers, raining down even different types of colorful flowers. A bouquet of red roses fell right in front of the inspector, accompanied by a caption reading: "I wish you happiness." and signed by the typical KID cartoon stamp.

And, far from everyone forgetting their relationship, that event only served to make Japanese people want to know more about them and their personal lives. On several occasions the poor men had to deal with reporters and journalists who went to look for them at work or their home in an attempt to get an exclusive interview with one of the two most popular men of the moment. Of course Ginzo, being the professional he was, was always looking for an excuse to politely refuse and get rid of the annoying journalists.

Instead Kogoro...

"Why the hell did you agree to do that interview?" the inspector roared, whipping both hands hard at the desk where Kogoro worked.

- She was a very pretty girl! How could I refuse to receive it? he replied fearfully, aware at the time that perhaps giving an exclusive would not have been the best idea.

"But now all of Japan thinks we're getting married!"

Maybe during the interview the lie got out of hand...

- Sorry, sorry! he apologized over and over again.

Ginzo sighed. Now there was no chance of ending the farce and not being left as the biggest con artists in the whole country. He watched Kogoro give his speech about how he regretted talking to that girl, but he didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. For a few moments he let his mind wander.

Was this fake relationship worth breaking up?

Even if he was the one who was against the idea at first, at that moment the continuation with the detective didn't sound so bad. It could be a little loose, alcoholic, lazy, lazy... several of those were synonymous, right? But by interacting more personally with him over the last few months he had managed to see it in a new light. Aside from his daughter and a few co-workers, Nakamori now longed for someone else's company. Suddenly all the moments with Kogoro stopped being a nuisance to become something I was looking forward to. The subtle displays of public affection had ceased to be embarrassing to feel more special. And the congratulations they received at some point began to leave a warm feeling in his chest.

Would it be possible that...

Kogoro was shocked to receive a kiss on the lips, shutting his monolog instantly and covering his face with such intense red that anyone could mistake him for a tomato. Within seconds Ginzo parted, also blushing and breathing somewhat agitatedly.

- I'm withdrawing my condition. I don't want this deal to end anymore.

The detective still didn't know what to say, barely able to process what had just happened.

All I knew was that I agreed with the inspector.

— Do those journalists want a wedding? Then let's give her the best wedding in the whole region.

Before he could even give an affirmative, Nakamori had jumped at him again. And far from putting him away, the game followed.

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fairfaxleasee · 3 years ago

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DADW Killer Gnomes (Part II)

@rangeredacted gave me the amazing/terrible suggestion to write something about killer garden gnomes for @dadrunkwriting. I wrote Part I last week (you can check it out here but couldn't finish because I had my second COVID shot.

But here's the end, in all it's bloody, camp horror glory:

Cullen pushed Solas out of his way and strode out of his office. He looked around for any sign of the blighted gnome the Inquisitor had brought back to Skyhold (he didn't care what Solas said, Ayala Trevelyan had brought the thing into the castle, she was responsible for everything that happened because she did - besides, if she hadn't put it in the garden, he wouldn't have taken it out of the garden and awoken it).

"Commander, as distasteful as we both find the idea, might I suggest things would proceed more smoothly if we were to work together to attempt to contain the gnomes you've released?"

"For the last time, Solas! This was not my fault!"

"Debatable, Commander. And while I am perfectly willing to engage you in such a debate, I do not believe that this is the time for such a discussion. If you would listen, I believe even you would not miss that we have bigger concerns than laying blame." Solas paused and inclined his head slightly. Now that the man wasn't lecturing him, Cullen could hear the screaming coming from several directions around Skyhold.

Cullen pursed his lips and glared.

"It is pleasing to see that you are occasionally capable of being rational. Perhaps you will realize that the entire situation was your fault after all."

As tempting as it was to push the man off the parapet they were on and into the carnage below, Cullen decided against it. Solas might be still be useful, and he could always push him later.

"Alright, Solas. You want to work together? Fine. What do you suggest we do first?"

"Well, that depends, Commander. Just how many scouts that seem to have on concept or concern whatsoever for their surroundings wander around here?"

"Too many." Cullen crossed his arms.

"Then I believe we should assume that the screaming is not coming from them and that they have already been... repurposed by the present adversary. We should therefore also assume that there are too many of the gnomes wandering around to attempt to capture them. As such, I believe the first thing we should do is find Ayala."

"So help me Solas, if you just want to check and make sure your girlfriend is okay -" Cullen didn't have an end to the threat, but judging by Solas' face he wouldn't have heard it anyway.

After a few seconds of silence, the man opened his mouth and drawled. "Not that I have any expectations at all that you will listen to me about this, but I am in no way concerned about Ayala's safety. I have every confidence she is perfectly fine, which is the reason I believe we should seek her out. Neither my magic nor your shields are any sort of match for her barriers."

The fact that Solas had a point about why finding Ayala was their best move only made the entire situation worse somehow. He exhaled through his nose and spoke through gritted teeth, "...fine. Where'd you leave her?"

Solas looked up and shook his head in a gesture Cullen hated. "I did not 'leave' her anywhere, Commander. Last I saw, she was on her way to the kitchens."

"Alright, we'll go to the kitchens then," Cullen took a step away from the apostate, but the man obviously had other plans because he tugged Cullen back towards him by his jerkin.

"I believe we should go around the long way. Unless, of course, you wish to meet a similar fate to your scouts."

Cullen looked down at the carnage in the coutryard below. "I... fine. You have a point."

Taking the long way around to the kitchens took a bit more work than Cullen would have liked (particularly when Solas lept effortlessly across the gap in the roof to get from the parapet to the main castle and had to keep Cullen from falling off - he'd never live that one down). Of course, Cullen liked what they found in the kitchen even less than he'd liked getting to the kitchen.

Ayala was kneeling on the floor next to the table and was handing out kernels of popcorn to individual gnomes while engaging them in what she seemed to think was perfectly normal conversation despite the fact that they were covered in blood and viscera.

"No, I already told you you can't have another one before everyone gets one."

"Bar-ra-rrr!"

"I'm not sure we have any more I can make."

"Ra-rargh-arr."

"Uhhh... I think they keep it in the larder? If you bring up more from there, I can make more and then you can have some."

"Rargh-arg-rarr."

"Well then you're not getting any more until everyone else gets one. Now scoot." She picked up the protesting gnome and put it aside from the line that had formed in front of her, then tapped it slightly to encourage it to move.

"Grrr-rar-rr..." The gnome saw Cullen and apparently decided to work out is frustration on being denied popcorn on him as it clawed its fingers and began running directly towards him. Cullen lashed out with a quick kick that launched the thing toward the nearest wall where it shattered and released a large cloud of dust.

"Is that dust something we have to be worried about?" Cullen glared as he directed the question at Solas.

"Not unless you are allergic. However, it does mean that was not the original gnome. The original gnome will not be destroyed so easily."

"Lovely." Cullen started striding towards Ayala, who had resumed handing out popcorn.

The gnomes waiting in the line took offence to Cullen's movements, but unlike the one he had just kicked, their protests weren't aggressive. One of them rapped his boot with its fist and gesticulated angrily between Cullen, the popcorn, and the back of the line. Cullen glared down at the thing. He was in no mood to be lectured on manners by a blood-covered, killer garden gnome.

He reached the table and grabbed the bowl of popcorn away from Ayala. She looked up at him in alarm. "Hey! That's mine!"

He was denied the opportunity to respond to her protest by the entire line of gnomes turning on him. He tried throwing the popcorn on the ground, but the gnomes were far more interested in trying to tear him apart than whatever they wanted the popcorn for. "Solas? A little help?"

"Perhaps you should think of this as a lesson in taking things that aren't yours, Commander. Besides, if you can't handle a few statues, perhaps the Inquisition should be seeking someone else for your position regardless."

Cullen threw whatever gnomes he could get his hands on at Solas (and annoyingly kept missing, the man was just as slippery in his movements as his words). Between that, his kicks, and the fact that he was in armor, he managed to get rid of the blighted things without being injured that badly in the process.

He shook out his jerkin just to make sure none of the creatures were hiding in it. Once he was convinced that the kitchen was currently free of them, he turned back towards Ayala. She and Solas were whispering to each other, but more concerning than that was one of the damn gnomes that was perched on her shoulder. The thing spotted Cullen and stuck its fingers in its mouth and protruded a stone tongue in his direction. Cullen snarled and stalked over to the pair (three?) of them. As soon as he was close enough, he reached out for the gnome, only to be thrown back against a far wall by one of Ayala's barriers.

"...Inquisitor, we've talked about you looking before you lash out with a barrier!"

"You surprised me!"

I surprised her. She was feeding an entire line of blood-covered garden gnomes popcorn and I surprised her!

Cullen thought he saw a grin flash across Solas' face before he turned back to Ayala.

"Vhenan, do you recall finding the ring your friend here was describing?"

"Yeah, Cullen took it." She pointed towards him. "But I can find it. He puts all the stuff in his office."

Cullen growled as he stood and dusted himself off. He decided to ignore the unfounded accusation and instead try and figure out just what was being discussed while he was busy trying not to die. "What ring?"

Ayala and the gnome walked out the door leading to the castle proper, leaving Cullen alone with Solas. All things considered, Cullen would rather have been left along with the gnome.

"There is a ring that will allow an individual some modicum of control over the gnomes. They appear willing to work for Ayala, so long as she can supply them with popcorn."

"Why," Cullen wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer, "Do they want popcorn?"

"In all honestly, Commander, I have no idea. I admit, I was under the impression that the creatures did not eat, however it does not appear that giving them access to popcorn causes any harm. I suggest you try not to dwell on it."

Cullen barely resisted the urge to scream.

A few days later and the mess caused by the blighted garden gnomes still wasn't cleaned up (and while Cullen would never admit it, the peace brought on by the distinct lack of oblivious scouts was a relief). Cullen had shut the doors of his office to the scene (and the smell) and was trying to re-create some of his files (there were tiny foot and hand prints all over his originals). He looked up when the door swung open and Ayala walked in.

"...Inquisitor. Welcome back. Did you remember the rule this time?"

The one good thing that had come out of the mess was Cassandra insisted that she accompany Ayala again to make sure the mage didn't sneak (or, as was her story, "accidentally forget") anything into Skyhold again.

"Yes, they're bringing everything I found."

"...they?" Cullen wasn't sure why, but he did not like the sound of that.

"Yeah. They. I'm going back to my room now." She turned and strode out of the office.

In her wake, a line of oversized piles of junk, suspended in the air by little stone legs, began to strut into Cullen's office. The first gnome deposited its pile on Cullen's desk and grinned at him before trotting off after Ayala.

"...Cullen?" someone whispered.

"Vhenan, it does not count as informing the Commander if you speak too softly for him to hear you."

Cullen started at the condescending drawl. The next thing he realized, his forehead collided with his desk as his chair slid out from under him. He shook his head a few times to clear the last vestiges of the worst nightmare he could recall having (and check to make sure the piles of useless trinkets he had just watched the gnomes deposit in his office were figments of his imagination).

"Look what I found!" Ayala triumphantly placed something grey on Cullen's desk and grinned at him. "I want to go put him in the garden, he says he'll like it there."

Cullen could feel the throbbing in his forehead, but whether it was from hitting it against the desk or the sight of the thing Ayala wanted to put in the garden, he didn't know. The thing that was currently on his desk looked far too much like Cullen's least-favorite apostate (right down to the superior frown and downcast eyes) with a comically large head. He glared across his office at the man whose image the thing appeared to be carved in.

Once their eyes met, Solas' narrowed and he mouthed, "Get rid of it, Commander!"

Cullen pursed his lips and shook his head. He slammed his hands down on the desk. "OUT!"

Ayala leaned away with a slight frown on her face. "So... I can put him in the garden?"

"NO!" Cullen snatched the thing off his desk.

Ayala jumped back. Her frown was more pronounced and Cullen thought he might have just made her cry. Again.

"Come, vhenan, it appears the Commander is in yet another of his moods."

Solas swung his arm towards the door to Cullen's office to invite Ayala out. She nodded and shuffled off, still looking upset. Solas waited until she had passed him before turning to Cullen with a glare and a hiss of, "Get rid of that, Commander!"

Cullen decided against calling after the man to remind him of which of them was in charge. Instead he grabbed the gnome and rushed to the tallest part of Skyhold he could find.

"You were never here." He shook his finger at the thing, pulled his arm back, and sent it flying as far as he could throw it.

He never heard it hit the ground. Hopefully, the ground was just too far away for him to be able to.

#da drunk writing circle #fanfic #horror #parody #solas/trevelyan #solas/f!trevelyan #solas/inquisitor #solas x trevelyan #solas x inquisitor #solas x female inquisitor #cullen #dragon age cullen #cullen rutherford #commander cullen

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nouru-vi · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for my AFK Arena gang buckle the f up

Disclaimer: I take canon lore/relationships and throw out what I don’t like thank you have a nice day

Starter pack: Estrilda, Mirael and Nemora

Nemora is sent by the Wilders to help out Ranhorn City and these three stick together going forward

Estrilda and Mirael are in idiot lesbians with each other. They constantly try to impress the other and Nemora is in the bg facepalming but she also ships them hard secretly

The gang is sent to hunt down Lucretia who is rampaging indiscriminately through the countryside and they manage to subdue and capture her. As they’re bringing her back to Ranhorn, Nemora keeps drawing info out of her through treating her kindly, and learns her story. Then they’re attacked by a large group of Maulers or sg, and Lucy demands that they unchain her if they want to live (lbr she has to be chained and not tied), adding that she also refuses to die tied up. Nemora chooses to trust her and she helps them make it out alive. Then they’re like “okay this Zaphrael dude sounds like a complete dick and we’ll help you confront him when we find him and also you can stay with us, we won’t bring you to Ranhorn to be imprisoned/executed. No more rampaging tho” and that’s how Lucy becomes the local goth mom

Silvina is sent to assassinate Estrilda, to finish off the job of destroying the Raynes, but when she sees her, memories come back to her from before her death, when she saw the young Estrilda as the girl she never got to be. She is like “fuck this I’m not doing this” and realises it’s time to stand up to Vedan’s exploitation of her and Isabella, if not for her own sake but her sister’s. She confronts Estrilda and pleads her to help remove Isabella from Vedan’s clutches. Her and the team go to do that and Isabella doesn’t really understand at first but when Vedan hurts Silvina she’s like “Back off. I made you what you are, don’t think I can’t unmake you just the same.” Now outclassed, Vedan is forced to let them go, and the sisters join the gang. Lucretia is immediately like “I’m your mom now”

Bonus: months later Vedan shows up to be like “Please forgive me. I never knew what I had until I lost it, I treated you two like crap even though you were the closest thing to family I had! Pls come back to me T_T” and although they don’t do that they agree to let him visit sometimes, so he becomes their weird weekend dad. Lucy watches him like a hawk every single time but he tries his best (I added this HC as an afterthought because the official comics with Vedan and the girls are just too fucking funny to be non-canon)

Wu Kong helps out the team on and off and Lucy hates him because he’s a FILTHY CELESTIAL while he’s just like, lady im am just leetl monky. I’m new to being a Celestial actually and don’t even know this Zaphirel or whatshisface. I’m just here to punch bad guys and have a good time. But he also annoys her for fun because he’s just like that

Lyca joins the team as a somewhat more competent co-leader to Mirael. To Nemora’s relief, because she’s the only other person so far who is not a mess or dumb or both. Silvina develops a mega gay crush on her because she’s the bouncy nerd prep to her emo jock goth. It probably takes a very long time for this to come to the surface because she is a Disgusting Graveborn and Lyca is a Beautiful and Ethereal Wilder, according to Silvina, that is. Her concerns turn out to be baseless, of course, and then they’re cute and gay, The End

Solise joins to swell the ranks of people who are both dumb and a mess. She’s powerful though and a great alchemist, and adorable and everyone else is sapphic so go figure

Flora also shows up often to help the group and Lucy is like HISS GRRR CELESTIAL HRRR GRRR at her too, while she’s just like, lady. It’s gonna be alright. You will find justice one day. Calm down. Here’s a flower bigger than your head. Have a nice day :) ~flies off on her gay little flower broom into the sunset gayly~

Certain groups catch wind of Lucretia travelling with the group and as a result, Cecilia is sent after them. Since Lucy is family by this point, they’re forced to fight and subdue Cecilia. She gets injured and they’re unwilling to leave her to her fate, so they bring her along as she recovers. For a long time, she keeps going on about heretics cavorting with Hypogean filth and whatnot, but what’s this? Lucy is around, and although Cecilia can’t see her, her voice is inexplicably pleasant to hear, and she’s just so nice to those two girls! But surely that is the insidious deception of a treacherous Hypogean, seeking to corrupt every innocent soul, right? Surely she is not a loving mother, nor a valiant woman who will do anything for the sake of justice? Right??? (yeah spoiler they end up in gays and the sisters now have two mothers and a dad. They deserve all the parents)

One day the gang stumbles upon Torne and they collectively adopt them immediately. They’re big and smad and in need of hugs and therapy so the group is happy to provide.

Nara joins from time to time, apparently because she just enjoys carnage, regardless of the target. She’s a gross and unhinged gremlin who’s somehow still hot, and her idea of humour is “bet I can kick a dead baby further than any of you”, but she’s pretty upbeat and more or less tolerated by the others. Things become awkward when the group finds out she used to be a crime boss and would-be slaver in life. She says something like “well, am I not allowed to make a new start?”, but she does have the decency to look embarrassed at least. Someone says “maybe she just wanted friends for once” and Nara throws them the most maybe so look of the century

There are some other heroes that I have yet to figure out how to work into the group dynamics and story, like Grezhul for example, as he’s one of my most used heroes now, or Oden, who has also become one of my faves. I do know Oden absolutely makes dad jokes, for a start.

That’s it so far, notice how all of these are wholesome and mostly gay? Yea that is how I roll. The AFK heroes have suffered enough in canon, only positive vibes around here and also I’m queer as shit bye

#afk arena #afk arena headcanons

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anangelicday-mrwolf · 4 years ago

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Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 54 – The Night of Horror

“Tao, duck!”

Screamed M-21, to which Tao responded by promptly letting an imaginary hand wrench his entire torso towards his feet.

Not a second after, a human body thrust its way through the exact spot where his head used to be.

Wham!

“Krrrgh!”

“Kraah!”

The agent M-21 just wrestle-flung collided with a man in a lab coat, reaping from them grunts close to beastly snarls.

They shared one thing in common – nothing about their appearances suggested they are Homo sapiens, with discolored skin reminiscent of corpses, nails and teeth jutting out in a vicious manner, and eyes seemingly brimming with blood.

And these were not exclusive to the two pseudo-zombies giving Tao and M-21 a challenge like nothing before.

Of course, it would take less than a minute and feel like less than 10 seconds for Tao and M-21 to make sure their opponents will never again disrupt them.

Alas, they could not position themselves appropriately, let alone pull out a weapon or shift into battle forms, because they happened to be facing the staff of KSA.

“Looks like that gas was combined with the technology on... What was it again? Rapid body modification?”

“Yup. Damn, I didn’t think it would be so effective.”

The two men lamented upon witnessing how employees and agents wobbled back to their feet; they could swear they did more than a proper job of hitting their vital points to knock them out.

They even twisted the ankles, solemnly swearing to get upon their knees for forgiveness once the storm is gone; however, their plan was made null by the healing power that naturally comes with body modification.

“...I don’t think we’ll be getting out of this situation, unless we pry out their limbs or a rib or spine or two.”

“...How I hate the fact that I can’t help but agree with you there.”

The outcome was beyond Tao and M-21’s expectation, probably because of Yuhyung’s adjustment.

Nevertheless, they presumed the healing power that surfaced within the victims would be below average.

After all, the project on which their modification was based off was classified as failure and ultimately canceled.

So just like M-21 said, the victims would not be able to recover the loss of a limb or skeletal structure.

Nonetheless, Tao and M-21 could not dare harm them; the only thing they have done wrong, if they have done anything wrong, was staying overnight to fully dedicate themselves to their duties.

It was not the question of post-measurements, already guaranteed by KSA and Frankenstein; it was the question of morals.

M-21’s and Tao’s faces stiffened as the victims dragged their feet towards them, the two men cornered in the room.

Just then, one of the agents bumped shoulders with a researcher closest to him, from which the situation took a precipitous downfall.

Slash!

Chomp!

The agent made a violent lash at the researcher’s face, and the researcher countered by rooting his teeth into the agent’s shoulder with full power.

Which served as a cue for the rest of the victims to tackle and thwack and open their mouths wide at one another.

Tao and M-21 turned pale as they watched how a scene from fratricidal zombie movie was being played live, their minds becoming numb with shock as the floor being slowly freed from gas was now being plastered with victims’ blood.

They threw themselves in the middle to separate the victims from each other, and that was when their communicators finally vibrated with life.

<Tao! M-21! Do you copy?!>

“Takio? Where are you? What in the world is keeping you? And why did you have to wait to...”

Tao and M-21 met each other in the eyes for a moment at how alarmed Takio sounded.

Then their memories rang the bell for them – the corridors of KSA were not the only area under the effect of Yuhyung’s gas.

“Don’t tell me... Are there people whose body went through modification? Shoot, I was hoping it’d take time for the gas to spread!”

<It’s not far from KSA’s HQ, but what on earth is going on? And what do you mean, body modification? I’m sure these people are civilians!>

“We’ll talk about this later! First, get over here! We could really use a hand or two right now!”

Knowing Takio, they anticipated him to fly over on the double, although they ended up acting individually, a rare occasion to begin and to continue.

Notwithstanding, there was a reason why Murphy’s law was ever coined.

<Uh... I’m afraid as of now I’m... Ugh!>

Swoosh!

Pow!

Their ears whirring upon the sonic boom so very tangible despite the distance secured by the communicators, Tao and M-21 gaped each other with their eyes trembling.

“Takio? What’s going on?!”

“Are you also under the civilian attack?”

<No! It’s the Union! I ran into two of them on my way. One of them happens to be that big guy we saw in the footage we pieced back together from the security camera outside the safehouse that was destroyed. And the other one is a woman with...>

“...Orange hair and cerulean eyes?”

<H-how did you know?>

“Takio, that’s the one!”

“That’s the woman Miss Lunark mistook for Kespar! The one who plotted against Frankenstein in joint with the 3rd Elder!”

“Hang in there. We’re coming in...!”

M-21 and Tao stomped their legs in a halt, in the middle of their sprint carrying the violently struggling people, partitioned with their arms and shoulders.

As soon as they turned the last corner connected to the nearest lab, they saw how the tiles were barely visible due to countless people with abnormal builds.

“Impossible! There’s no way such number would be remaining at this hour!”

“Tao, look at them.”

M-21 directed Tao’s eyes towards the side, where three men and women were yanking each other with their mouths like hyenas that fasted for a month.

“Look what they’re wearing. They’re no agents. Or employees.”

“Are they civilians...? Did some of them trespass?!”

Tao bellowed in dismay, which unfastened the door that was keeping the avalanche of trouble from stampeding towards them.

“Grrr...”

“Krr...”

The blood-shot eyes of people who were busy taking a bite or grab out of anyone within their reach darted glances towards M-21 and Tao.

Not long after, the artificially modified humans lunged towards the two RK’s like a pack of rabid dogs that have spotted a target, a phenomenon propagating outside KSA.

“W-what the hell?!”

“Argh! Mommy!”

“H-help me! Somebody please he... Aaaah!!!”

People who have never consented to their monstrous changes spread out from the street housing KSA’s headquarter, to hunt down innocent citizens, paving the streets with blood and gore.

Which Yuhyung was watching through his device, via the cameras attached upon interior and exterior of the KSA building.

His hands gripping the device quaked, and he hurriedly pulled out a communicative device he would keep asleep unless he has to talk to Helga.

<Oh, hey. So how’s the plan go...>

“What the heck is going on?!?!”

Yuhyung shrieked, as if he were forcing his guts out through his throat, as soon as Helga’s pointed-as-always voice hit his eardrums.

And her response successfully blew up his half-powdered mind.

<What’s the yelling for? Is there a problem?>

She sounded so very placid, whereas her voice was toned up and down deliberately, as if she had seen this coming.

“Problem? Problem is an understatement!!! You know what is... I mean, you are seeing and hearing what is going on! You said you’ll make your way to KSA, so you should know very well what’s...”

<Oh, yes. I know. Of course I do. In fact, I’ve known it for quite long.>

“...What...?!”

Yuhyung’s quivering voice listlessly scattered into thin air, like a ball of dirt caught in the wind.

<I’ve never told you, have I? I mean the reason why this project the data I gave you came from was labeled as failure and canceled. Well, you were too excited to get your hands on the data and didn’t even bother to ask.>

Helga did mention that the project has a side effect, but he heeded not much, since the way she spoke of the side effect gave impression that it is no big deal.

Still, like she said, he was so thrilled back then to at last gain the Union data he had been thirsting for.

His thoroughness, a must-have value for anyone affiliated with investigation, was discarded temporarily, as he was too occupied with letting his elation jingle his entire universe, like popping champagne open.

And when he later examined the data, he could not find anything in particular in terms of side effect, so he had forgotten about it, until now.

<That’s right. What you’re seeing as we speak is the side effect of this project. The subjects that experience rapid body modification lose the ability to tell their friends from foes. Whenever they see something living and moving, they will first and foremost react by driving their teeth and nails into flesh. And if they are devoid of lifeform around them, they will slash and masticate and take apart their own bodies.>

Instantly, Yuhyung felt as if the entire world spun right into his chest; the entire world turned into a stone of immeasurable size and unimaginable weight, smashing his heart into pieces and plummeting towards his core.

Helga snickered, stage-choking herself.

<Anyways, congratulations. You made your wish come true – turning non-modified into modified. And now, you’d get to collect as much data as you’d want, like picking apples under the falling leaves!>

Helga sneered as she smiled in vile entertainment and sinister glee, and Yuhyung could only make out his mind escaping far away from him as he watched her.

And the horror spreading throughout Seoul, delivered to his device in divided screens, did not stop assaulting his calm.

No...

This isn’t what I wanted......

I’ve never asked for something like this......!

After peeking at something that was not accessible for sight from Yuhyung’s side, Helga cut off the signal, to restrain Kornel once more.

“I’d thought I told you to be prudent!”

“Oh, come on! Can’t you stop stopping me now?! We’re going to kill him anyways!”

“I would have let you, if it were someone else. But that’s Takio we’re facing – the one Sol told us. Takio of DA-5.”

“What? That’s him?”

“Precisely. We assumed it’d take a miracle for him to stand against Aris, let alone beat her. But he not only deleted her existence but also decided to put himself against us. Do I have to explain what we could achieve if we manage to apply the secret of his growth to us?”

“Okay, okay. I got it. Geez. But you don’t mind me beating him up just enough to leave him battered but breathing, do you?”

“Actually, that’d be more than welcome. There’s no telling what will unfold if we don’t go that far to capture him.”

This was certainly not a pleasant situation for Takio, about to battle two Union agents when immediately surrounding him was a scene from a common disaster movie.

His fingers poised upon the triggers, waiting for his order, were strained with pressure.

(next chapter)

So in summary, there are 3 battles taking place at the same time: (1) Takio (ft. Tao & M-21) vs Helga and Kornel, (2) Rael vs Deneb (with Yuhyung), and (3) Lunark vs Dark Spear. As I am posting this chapter, I finished composing part 1 of this battle. And once I’m done with the remaining parts, I’ll finally move on to the finale of this fic. I already know what I’m going to write, and I can’t wait to reach there lol. I’ll do my best as I take this fic to its ending!

#korean webcomic #korean webtoon #fanfic #noblesse #frankenstein #lunark #frankensteinxlunark #lunarkxfrankenstein #wolfsbane #Mr.Wolf #AnAngelicDay

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