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shadow-and-purgatory · 3 years ago

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For a fic request: how about a full on prank war between all of the Links?

Here it is!!! I hope you like how it turned out, I had a lot of fun writing it!

Bedrolls, Blobs, and Birdseed

read it here on ao3!

Word count: 3844

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It all started with Wind and Sky, but if you wanted to get technical about it, the whole thing really started with Wind.

The chain had been traveling through the Faron region of Wild’s Hyrule, and stopped at the Lakeside Stable. Wild was off showing Hyrule some surprise he was excited about. Warriors, Time, and Twilight were grooming Epona. Four had gone off on his own, which wasn’t that uncommon. Legend was inside the stable, talking to one of the other patrons about some mountain in the nearby area.

“What are you doing?” Sky asks the youngest hero of the bunch. The sailor is crouched next to Legend’s bedroll, doing something with palm fronds. Wind jumps at the sound of Sky’s voice, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Nothing!” His voice goes up an octave as he tries and fails to hide the palm fronds behind his back. “What um… What are you doing? Huh?” Wind asks, trying his best to sound accusatory.

Sky chuckles as he walks to his own bedroll and bag. He starts looking through it. “Well I was just coming over to get my carving stuff,” He holds up for Wind to see, “but now I’m wondering what’s going on with the leaves.”

Wind squirms in silence for a moment, but when it’s clear Sky isn’t giving in, he sighs. “Okay so you can’t tell anyone, but I was going to prank Legend,” he whispers, his eyes darting back and forth to see if the veteran was nearby.

Sky’s eyebrows go up. “Oh?” He gestures for the sailor to go on.

“Well, back on Outset Island, I would sometimes prank the other kids by poking the dead pointy bits of the palm leaves through their bedding. They lay down, and it’s all itchy and pokey,” Wind explains.

Sky makes a face. “That’s it? That’s all you’re planning on doing?”

Wind’s face scrunches up. “…yes?”

The Chosen Hero shakes his head slowly. He starts inspecting Legend’s bedroll. “No no no, sailor. That’s small pumpkins. Sun and I used to prank each other all the time. Your heart’s in the right place, but the vet probably wouldn’t even notice.” He nods decisively and starts digging around in his bag again. “If you’re going to do a prank, it needs to be more... just, more.”

“What do you mean?” Wind asks, peering over Sky’s shoulder.

“Found it!” Sky holds up a needle and thread.

Wind’s eyes go wide. “You’re gonna put a needle in his bedding?” he asks, horrified.

Sky laughs. “No, don’t worry. And pipe down, someone could hear you.”

Wind chuckles sheepishly. “Sorry,” he whispers. “So what are you gonna do?”

“What we’re going to do, Wind.” Sky puts an arm around the younger hero’s shoulders and smiles conspiratorially. Wind grins back at him.

“Right!”

Sky stands up. “Now, help me find some smallish rocks.”

That evening is fairly normal, if calm. Wild cooks dinner, they eat around the campfire, they talk and banter. But as Legend starts to settle down for the night, he feels a prickling feeling on the back of his neck.

Like he’s being watched.

He looks around, but there’s only the others. Twilight and Hyrule help Wild clean as they tell Twilight about the dragon Wild showed Hyrule. Four sits with his back against a tree, reading a book. Warriors asks the others at the stable about infected monsters, while Time settles in for the first watch.

Wind and Sky though… Those two are acting weird. They’ve set up their bedrolls close to each other. When Legend first turns around, it seems like they’re staring at him, but they look away so quickly that he can’t be sure.

Legend doesn’t know what it is they’re whispering about, but if their giggles are anything to go off of, whatever it is is obviously hilarious.

He rolls his eyes. Whatever. As he straightens out his bedroll, he can’t help but think that it feels heavier, somehow. He peeks inside of the bedroll, and nope, there’s nothing inside.

He shakes his head, trying to ignore another burst of giggles from Sky and Wind.

Legend goes to lie down and what the fuck is that? Did he set his bedroll on rocks? He looks underneath the bedding. Nothing.

And yet! When he pats his bedroll, it’s distinctly bumpy. “What the fuck?” he mutters, feeling the bedding up and down.

Out of the corner of his eye, Legend can see that Wind and Sky are now shaking with quiet laughter, getting some weird looks from the rest of the Chain.

Sky manages to collect himself enough to wheeze out a few words. “H-hey Legend, is- is s-” is all he can croak out before needing to take a few deep breaths. “Is something wr-wrong? You seem-” The Chosen Hero’s breath starts to quicken again and his voice goes up in pitch. “-distressed?” Then he dissolves back into a fit of laughter alongside Wind, who’s laughing so hard he might actually be crying.

Those two are responsible for Legend’s bedroll situation. Whatever that actually is. He’s about to go over to ask what they did and demand that they fix it immediately, when Hyrule speaks up.

“Legend, why’s your bedroll coming apart like that?”

Legend looks at where the traveler is pointing, and sure enough, the seam along the inner lining of his bedroll appears to have been very carefully cut, and then very sloppily sewn back together.

“That’s a good question, ‘Rule.”

Now that he’s noticed them, the large gaps in the cloth seem obvious. They’re big enough for him to fit his hand in, if he scrunches his hand up. He does so, feeling around in the lining. He isn’t sure exactly what he’s feeling around for, but he is sure that he’ll know it when he finds it. He brushes against something solid and cold. His fist closes around it, and he pulls his hand out to see what it is.

In his hand, Legend holds a smallish, smooth rock. And then he knows exactly what happened.

As Wind and Sky try and fail to quiet their laughter, Legend starts cutting at the shoddy seamwork. Later on, he can resew it better, so that’s not an issue. What is an issue is the rocks in his bedroll.

Seven. There were seven rocks inside the lining of his bedroll.

The duo that Legend knows are responsible just hold their sides, no longer making any effort to hide their staring, or their mad laughter.

Legend stares right back at them. Part of him wants to confront them right here, right now. But he won’t. He can be patient.

Three days later, when Sky sleepily pulls on his boots, there is an unpleasant squelch. His face scrunches up and he squeaks in surprise. He takes the boots off to find that his socks, and the insides of his shoes, are covered in bright blue goop. Chu jelly.

Gross. He makes a face, and sets to the unpleasant task of cleaning out his shoes.

Why was there Chu jelly in his boots? It definitely wasn’t there by accident, so who put it there? Wind probably wouldn’t have thought of something like this, but maybe the veteran? Legend had seemed pretty pissed about the rocks in his bedroll the other night, but he never actually did anything. He didn’t even mention it.

Sky looks at the veteran, who is staring right at him. He has a small smile, and he raises his eyebrows. Legend looks at Wind, reaching for his own boots. The vet’s smile grows as Wind starts to put on the boots.

Then it shifts to something more like confusion, and when Sky looks at Wind, he can see that the sailor isn’t reacting at all. He notices Sky looking at him and waves.

Legend looks between Sky and Wind with growing confusion. Not even a flicker of surprise on the kid’s face! He knows Wind’s poker face isn’t that good, especially this early in the morning.

While the veteran puzzles this out, he doesn’t notice the smithy, whose bedroll is next to the young sailor’s, cringing in disgust and removing a handful of Chu jelly from his boots.

Things only escalated after Four put large insects in all of their bedrolls. What had started as two pranks had turned into an all out prank war. Wind mismatched all of the smithy’s socks and turned all his clothes inside out. Four sprinkled pepper on Wind’s face while he was sleeping. Legend stole the laces for Sky’s boots and Sky, assuming that Four had been the one to do it, filled the smithy’s bag with pine cones.

Things continued like this, with just the four of them pranking each other, and the rest of the Chain being mostly just confused.

For a while.

“Is that… milk?”

Hyrule looks up from dumping the water out of Legend’s canteen. Four stares at him, puzzled. He looks at the bottle of milk in his other hand. “Yes.”

The smith’s brow furrows. “Why are you putting milk in Legend’s canteen?”

The traveler smiles. “Probably… because it’d be funny without being too mean.”

“But why?”

Hyrule makes a face as he very carefully empties the milk into the canteen. “I just said that it’d be funny. Can I join your ‘prank war?’”

Four laughs, surprised. “Of course, of course!” He smiles at the traveler. “Just a bit surprised, that’s all.”

Hyrule screws the lid back on. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

Later that day, Legend takes a great big drink of water, and immediately spits it out, because that is not water.

“What is this?” He looks inside the canteen, and “IS THIS MILK?”

Sky, Four, and Wind all laugh, and he glares at them. What he isn’t expecting is for Hyrule to laugh along with them, harder than any of the others. His jaw drops. “‘Rule? Did you do this to me, Hyrule?”

The traveler nods, still laughing a bit too hard to speak.

“How could you?”

“Th-this,” Hyrule gets out between laughs. “This is-” Deep breaths. “-so damn f-funny.”

And yes, Legend has to admit, it is kind of funny. It’d be funnier if it weren’t him, but he smiles anyways.

Really, it was only a matter of time before the captain was pranked. All five of them knew it. It was never a question of if, but when.

Wind was the one who tied Warriors’ shoes together. Four put the jelly blob inside one of his greaves. Sky put a rhino beetle on his pillow. And Legend and Hyrule mixed the powdered peppers in with his water.

In hindsight, it may have been a bit much.

Because now, all five of them are in a lecture with the captain. It's unclear if his face is red because of the spice, or because he fell flat on his face. Wind suspects it's a bit of both.

“-nd if there were a monster attack, we would have been in serious trouble!” he says. The pranksters look at each other, a bit ashamed. Warriors sighs. “So. If this ‘prank war’ is to continue,” he says, “then there need to be rules.”

Wind grins. “You mean we can keep doing it?”

Warriors nods. “Yes.” There are various cheers. “But. We need to make sure that these pranks don’t become dangerous. They need to stay safe, and in good faith.” He thinks for a moment. “And, we’re heroes of Hyrule. We need to conduct ourselves as such. So… we don’t tell Time about this either.”

“Don’t tell me about what?”

Dead silence, as six heads swivel to where Time leans against a tree. The old man’s one eye stares them down, his expression stern.

“We- well, we- It’s-” Warriors is at a loss for words.

“Your surprise birthday party!” Sky blurts out. Legend, Warriors, Four, Wind, and Hyrule all look at the Chosen Hero incredulously. What.

“My… surprise birthday party,” Time repeats, slowly. He raises an eyebrow, equally slowly.

“Yeah!” Wind chimes in, nodding so vigorously that it looks like his head might pop off.

Time’s other eyebrow goes up. “Do any of you know when my birthday is?”

Shit.

“Well uh,” Hyrule flounders for a moment, “no-”

“-But that’s why it’s a surprise birthday party!” Legend interjects. “Because… we don’t know!” he finishes weakly.

Time stares at each of them in turn, his expression basically unreadable, though Warriors thinks he sees a hint of amusement in the old man’s eye.

“Let me get this straight,” he says. “You six are planning my surprise birthday party. The Captain needed to explicitly tell you all not to tell me about these plans, which should go without saying, since that’s the main feature of a surprise party. None of you know my birthdate, which is apparently also a part of the surprise.” He counts on his fingers as he picks apart each aspect of their truly terrible lie. “Is that really the story you’re going with?”

They all look at each other, embarrassed. Warriors sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “We were laying down rules of engagement.”

“For…?”

“Their-” He sighs again before correcting himself. “Our prank war.” The Captain fiddles with his scarf, not making eye contact with Time.

Time closes his good eye, crossing his arms. “A prank war, huh?” His tone is something that Wind interprets as a sort of neutral disappointment. The old man shakes his head with a chuckle. “You all are something else, you know that?” He turns and starts walking away. “Something else…”

The older hero pauses and looks over his shoulder. “Oh, I will be looking forward to my surprise birthday party though, so I hope one of you figures out the date before it rolls around!” And then he walks away, leaving them all very confused as to what just happened.

Time laughs to himself once he’s out of earshot. Surprise birthday party. Time didn’t actually know what his birthday was either, since he’d been raised by the Kokiri. Not that they needed to know that.

It had been hilarious to watch them all squirm and come up with what might have been the worst lie he’d ever heard. The lying was especially funny, given that he’d known about the prank war since Sky and Wind damn near choked on their laughter the night Legend found rocks in his bedroll.

Again though, they didn’t need to know that part.

No, it was much funnier to let them think that he was stoic and inept where pranks were concerned. That was their mistake.

Time had been raised by forest spirits. Very mischievous forest spirits. And because he was Link, the boy without a fairy, he’d been the victim of many of Mido’s pranks. But he’d pulled some pranks too. Quite a lot, actually.

Which is why he knows exactly what prank to pull on his Pup and the Cub, and how he’s going to do it.

All throughout dinner that evening, Time does an excellent job of maintaining his poker face. This is a feat in and of itself, especially when the six heroes he spoke with earlier keep whispering to each other and pointing at him. He thinks he catches the word “calendar.” But years of practice means that he manages to keep the smirk off his face.

Wild and Twilight both wear similar expressions of confusion on their faces. “What’s up with them?” the cook asks.

Time glances over at them and they all scramble to try and look busy with nothing. He shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Seems like something’s got them all riled up,” Twilight notices. He frowns, clearly a bit concerned.

Time lays a hand on his protégé’s shoulder. “Don’t trouble yourself too much, Pup,” he advises. “They’ve been whispering with each other for days now.”

The ranch hand relaxes, but doesn’t lose the frown on his face. “I guess so.”

The three of them spend the rest of the meal speculating about what the other six heroes might be whispering about. As the evening wears on, the theories get more and more outlandish.

Slowly, the Chain starts to shift to quieter, more relaxed conversations, and they all start settling in for the night. Time offers to take the third and final watch. Nobody objects to this, because they all agree that it’s objectively the worst shift to take.

Eventually, the time comes for the old man to take over from Four, who stumbles off to bed. For a while, Time just sits there, staring out into the night. Then it’s time for a perimeter check, and he stands, ignoring the creak of his joints. He can practically hear the others teasing him about it. Ah well, there was nothing to be done about it.

Only once he’s sure that all is well does he allow himself to put his plan into action. First, he walks silently over to where his Pup and the Cub are asleep. Twilight’s fur pelt is draped over his mentee, and the rancher’s breathing is soft and regular.

They look so peaceful that Time feels a little guilty about very gently sprinkling half a sack of birdseed on them and their immediate surroundings. Not guilty enough to stop doing it, but guilty nonetheless.

Once his work is complete, he heads back to the fire and settles in to finish his watch, and wait for morning.

Something is poking at Twilight’s foot. He mumbles something that doesn’t pass for words, even in his own brain, and then he rolls over to drift back to sleep. Except it’s also poking at his torso. And his arm. And his shoulders. Then he feels something hard and sharp peck against his forehead, and he’s suddenly awake.

His eyes open, and staring down at him is a bird, pecking at his hair. He raises an arm to shoo it away, but as he does so, a few chickadees flap off his arm and start pecking at his side.

He blinks, and raises himself to his elbows to see what the hell is going on. He is covered in birds. Ravens, sparrows, chickadees, and several that the rancher can’t recognize. They peck at everything, though Twilight can’t for the life of him figure out why.

Next to him, Wild is sitting up, similarly swarmed by birds. His cub shakes his head as though to clear it, and Twilight is showered in a lot of tiny somethings. He looks closer.

Birdseed? Why were they covered in birdseed? He tries brushing it off, but Hylia, there’s just so much. How did it even get here?

With all the commotion, the rest of the camp is starting to wake up. Four stares at the two of them, besieged by birds. “What happened to you two?” he asks, trying to hold back laughter.

“No idea,” Wild says. By now, the champion is standing and trying to shoo the birds off of his head and shoulders. “They weren’t here when we went to bed, but we woke up, and birds! Everywhere!”

Wind sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The second his eyes focus on the rancher and cook though, his eyes go as wide as dinner plates, and he starts shaking Sky by the shoulder. “Wake up wake up Sky, you’ve got to see this, c’mon!” he says excitedly.

“Wuzzat?” The Skyloftian cracks open his eyes. He’s not sure what he expects Wind to show him, but it certainly isn’t Twilight and Wild covered head to toe in dozens of birds. He leans closer to the sailor. “Did you do this?” he asks, impressed.

But Wind shakes his head no. “And the smith doesn’t seem to know either, so it’s probably not him.” Wind’s eyes widen and he starts digging around in his bag. “Most of the birds have already left Wild, but…” He finds what he’s looking for and holds it up. “I can still use my picto box to capture the moment with Twilight!”

“Take two pictographs, yeah?” Legend isn’t even fully awake, but there’s already a great deal of snark in his voice. “I’d like to remember it too.”

Wind stands up, and Twilight sees what he’s doing. He brings bird covered arms up to cover his face. “Wait, Sailor-”

“Say cheese!” And then the pictures have been taken.

Twilight stands up as well, glaring at the others without any real vitriol. He whispers something in Wild’s ear, who nods.

“Vet? Did you do this?”

Legend laughs. “I wish I’d thought of this,” he says. “But no. I don’t think it was ‘Rule either.”

The traveler shakes his head, making a very small attempt to not laugh. And failing. “Nope. Not me.”

Wild thinks as he prepares breakfast for the Chain. “…Warriors?”

Seven pairs of eyes go to the Captain, who shakes his head. “No way. Props to whoever did, though.”

“Then… who?” Wild asks.

From next to the fire, there’s the sound of laughter. Slowly, disbelievingly, they all turn to see Time, laughing heartily. “Really?” he asks with a smile. “Not even a passing guess that it might be me?”

Twilight’s jaw drops. “Time? You did this? You covered us in birdseed?” His eyes widen as the old man laughs even harder. He looks around and sees that the rest of the Chain looks just as shocked as he does.

Time holds up his hands as his laughter dies down. “What can I say, Pup? Guilty as charged.”

The camp erupts into incredulous chaos.

“I didn’t know the old man had it in him!”

“He got Twi and Wild? That’s cold.”

“He’s just full of surprises, huh?”

“Where did you even get the idea?”

“Maybe it was on one of his quests.”

“Where did you get the birdseed?”

Wild’s voice rises above the chaos. “Breakfast is done!” He starts taking out plates and serving the food. The chatter quiets down in volume, but everyone is still buzzing about how Time, their stoic leader, had covered two members of the Chain in birdseed.

Once everybody’s been served, Wild sits down next to Twilight. The ranch hand looks at his Cub, a sly smile on his face. Neither one of them has touched their food yet. “So. How much did you put in?” he asks.

Time makes a strange face. There’s something in the omelet’s taste that’s… different. Sharp, almost. His eye widens as he recognizes the taste, but it’s too late.

Wild smiles back at his mentor, the grin equally mischievous. “Whole bottle.”

And all around the camp, the Goron Spice in the food hits the Links like a horse at full gallop.

Twilight puts an arm around Wild, and speaks loud enough for the whole group to hear, though with all the scrambling around they’re doing for water, he doubts they’re actually listening. “Let this be a lesson to all of you. Cub, what can they take away from today?”

Wild smiles. “Don’t fuck with the cook.”

#God in my head i was like ‘this will be pretty short’#And then i was at 1.7k words and only had four links involved #Anyways i do love banter!!!#Thanks for the ask!!!#FlorianFics #linked universe #lu #lu time #lu twilight #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #lu four #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu sky

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cavewomania · 3 years ago

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Golden Kamuy characters as LPS I own let’s go.

In pictures where there’s more than one pet, characters listed in the captions go from left to right.

They’re dirty after not being played with in a while. Should’ve cleaned them before taking photos...

Golden Trio. Sugimoto, Asirpa and Shiraishi.

More, and provided context as to why I chose some of them, under the cut.

That cat just gave me Sugimoto vibes. Otherwise I would’ve imagined he’d be better as a dog. Also with Shiraishi, I was planning on having every Abashiri tattooed prisoner be a Postcard LPS since I have a handful of those, but later on it’ll be clear I ran out and went with more conventional LPS for some of them.

There’s also a lot of Fairy LPS in here since I collected those as a kid somewhat. I have like, 20.

Boutarou the Pirate.

The butterfly was one of my handful of Postcard LPS, so that’s why he’s a butterfly. Nothing else. Though I think he’d do well if he magically had large butterfly wings one day since they’re pretty.

Koito, Tsukishima and Koito. Tsukishima declined to drink Usami’s “milk.”

Nikaidou Twins. Who’s who?

Tsurumi. Tsuru-gull, more like.

...Is Yuusaku just shy?

Ariko and Kikuta. I figured they’d like a good campfire.

Choosing regular LPS for these two were difficult since so many were made with being “cute and delicate” in mind, which isn’t what these two are, so going for Fairy LPS was kind of a cop-out. Though I still think they fit, body wise, since Kikuta’s on the heavier side anyways and Ariko still looks imposing.

Inkarmat, Ogata Trinity White, Tanigaki.

Inkarmat’s a ladybug since she’s on the smaller side of the cast to begin with and red & black work well, color-wise, with her personality. Ogata needed to be a cat and while Tanigaki wouldn’t be a hippy-dog-thing, I think it works.

I believe the sushi was a part of a real LPS set. The big beer bottle though...

Wilk, Kiroranke and Sofia.

Wilk’s the old Savanah Reed beagle simply because 1) I have no wolves, 2) Otherwise, no other animal fits him, 3) I own two of them and as a kid it made me feel like I was on the top of the world to have two of her them.

Nihei and Henmi.

“ERECTION!” “Are you thinking of your execution, ripping you into pieces? I understand you perfectly.”

Gansoku.

The walking pets are really buff. Not the best for play, but great for portraying buffer Golden Kamuy characters in a shitpost thread.

Edogai and Ienaga.

After going to the salon, (I have so many salon accessories...) They go to the cemetery to do unspeakable acts.

Almost forgot Vasily Pavlichenko.

Despite him not having a rabbit motif, I think a “snow bunny” motif is good on him.

Toni, Hijikata and Nagakura.

Hijikata is a dragon because why not.

Ushiyama the Undefeated.

His LPS is huge compared to the rest. The wings especially. They light up, actually, but it doesn’t do that well with this light I’m using to take pictures.

Kantarou and Kamezou.

Kamezou’s name has the kanji for turtle in it, so that’s his animal motif in general. Most LPS turtles look the same, so choosing one for him was the easiest in the whole cast.

Kadokura and Kirawus to close things off. It looks like Kadokura fell over...

Funny story about that LPS. I found it years ago while doing yard work in my backyard after it had been there for... Who knows how long. Might have been months. So dirt is still in its little wool details. Kadokura may not have a sheep motif, but it’s a lucky/unlucky pet who’s also a postcard pet, so...

Also I have no good deer LPS for Kirawus, so he’s a chinchilla now.

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popcornaddict500 · 4 years ago

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Alien! m6 headcanons (little nsfw)

(just a funky idea i had :P. I’m gonna be putting my own designs of how i think they would look as aliens haha. @steponmemrasra @the-yelling-cave i grant thee the aliens)

Asra

-He has six arms, somewhat pointed ears and a long tongue. He has a white deer-like tail. His hair is longer, and he often wears it in a loose ponytail draped across his shoulder. He has sharper teeth and clawed hands. He usually wears a white coat paired with a purple blouse and a tight-fitted pair of pants. He has the ability to float, but not to fly. If he falls he can hover. He does have futuristic armor, but doesn’t wear it often. His armor is white with a purple shine to it. He’s built robots to do work on his ship, and often does research on other species and such. (he needs glasses sometimes haha) This research is harmless, he merely wants to know how other beings’ minds and bodies work. He also collects gemstones from planets and places, some are very rare. His spaceship is quite large, but not that big.

-Most likely would meet you during one of his research sprees, he would take a liking to you and offer to take you with him on a trip

-Is actually very strong?? Maybe it’s because of the six arms but he can lift weights 3 times heavier than himself. He’s not buff, but i guess having six arms is an advantage

-Sleeps 12 hours a day tbh

-Very good at multitasking ;)

-Has a gigantic snake on his ship as a pet (Faust obviously)

-He loves exploring planets so try to keep up when he starts running around

-Some of the gemstones that he collected are larger than you

-Has two 🍆’s

-Will most likely use his research tools on you, for ultimate pleasure

-Great hugs

Nadia

-Has sharp horns on her head and owl-like wings. Despite not seeming so different on the surface, what’s inside tells a whole different story. Both her face and her stomach can rip open vertically, to reveal a demonic horror of a mouth. Her blood is poisonous and she has venomous fangs. Also her insides glow, including her mouth, blood and other bodily liquids. But she rarely uses her lethal abilities. She travels through space to find plants and flowers of all different sorts, species and types. When exploring, she wears her armor, which is a deep purple. She has various tools equipped on her armor. As expected, her ship is filled with a lot of plant life and flowers. It’s a beautiful sight. She’s alone on her ship, she prefers it. Less crowded, you know. She can fly, but flying is tiring. So she only does it sometimes. Her ship isn’t that big, but it’s equipped with various radars, sensors and weapons.

-She really enjoys eating fruit

-She always and i mean always smells like flowers, be it space flowers or earth flowers

-A great cook

-Might seem soft but can kill you with no effort

-When she’s in her ship, she doesn’t wear clothes, ever. (unless she has company, of course.)

-Her touch has a strange effect, it makes the person getting touched feel dreamy, in a way. It’s very relaxing and wonderful

-So imagine how warm and lovely kissing her must be

-She would meet you when gathering plants, maybe from your garden. She wouldn’t have known, because ‘gardens’ are unknown to her

-Can be incredibly direct at times

-Her skin is so soft??? Like it feels like silk but better

-Has very experienced hands ;)

Julian

-He's got 4 eyes, first of all. Two smaller ones are underneath the original ones. He has two columns of 3 holes on the sides of his neck, he breathes out of those. He can breathe out of his mouth too, of course. So 3 holes on either side of his neck. On his body are bioluminescent lines, their shape is sharp, curled and symmetrical. Two of the pointed lines are on his jaw and a part of his cheek. (like on both sides of his face, symmetrical) The glowing color that they give is dependant on how he's feeling. He has a long, leather like tail. He usually wears futuristic black armor, when he's relaxing he wears a fullbody alien made suit, it clings to the one wearing it and it's practically like a second skin. It has a high collar (but with holes in it) and it ends at his shins and hands. His armor is shiny and equipped with various plasma guns. He has 'drones' which are mindless servants of a lower ranking than him. Their only purpose is to do what he orders them to. He's the leader on his ship. His skin isn't much different, but he's cold blooded.

-Definitely the type to just visit earth and look around for a bit (or for an order from his superior)

-If he did abduct you then it would be to ask some questions about earth or because he liked you

-Would politely send you back if you wanted to go back

-He uses a translation device to speak with you (all of the m6 do tbh)

-Since he’s cold blooded, if he gets too cold then he’ll go into hibernation... Keep him warm, skin to skin ;)

-He doesn’t understand the concept of clothing- hence the suit that hides... nothing- and is often confused about why humans wear such restrictive clothing

-Have i mentioned how gigantic his ship is? Larger than your average neighborhood, i suppose. And no, it’s not your basic ufo shape. It’s quite complex.

-Every 2 months, he goes into a heat-like state. Unless you want to be ravaged intensely, i recommend hiding. This state lasts quite a while, and he’ll be constantly restless. He might be a switch, but during this time he’s very much a top ;)

-His tail is sensitive, especially at the tip, so go wild with that

-Super ticklish on the glowing lines on his body

Portia

-She also has 4 eyes, like Julian. And a leather like tail, she’s also cold blooded. But besides that, they’re pretty different. Her skeleton is so flexible, she can make the strangest twists and turns. Her ears are pointed and orange. She can climb walls, sit on the ceiling and she has hair that’s constantly moving around. She just breathes out of her mouth and nose. She has some orange spots on her body, these spots can sprout out spikes when needed. Kinda like a pufferfish. Has sharp teeth. Her futuristic armor is a deep, dark blue and it’s equipped with various devices and weapons. Her ship is also quite big, she has a space cat and some drones. (space cat is Pepi, but with 6 legs and 2 antennae) In casual activities she also wears a skin tight body suit.

-She’s very hard to catch since she’s flexible enough to bend over backwards which is good for some experiments 👀

-She was determined to find out if humans existed, so when she found you, such an excuisite specimen, she just had to ask you to come with her.

-Sleeps a lot but not as much as Asra

-Also doesn’t understand clothing lol

-She’s so curious! She loves getting to know everything about you and your species! ‘How do you reproduce? We use test tubes.’

-Oh and she’s touchy too, both because she requires heat and because she’s interested in your body

-She just can’t help it, humans like yourself are so interesting

-Has sparkles in her hair for some reason

-She’s always got such a nice scent, kinda like fresh wool (if you’ve ever sniffed a cat you know what i mean)

-Likes experimenting a lot, she’s very curious ;)

Muriel

-He has scales on some spots of his body, like the neck, the legs, the ears and his hands. He has a scaled tail and eyes with slit pupils. He has six eyes. He also has two antennae on his head and he can create see-through dragon like wings on his back, powered by his energy. His armor is a dark green, with holes in it’s back for his wings. He travels around space to find different animal species, and befriend some, if he can. His vocal cords are different, it allows him to speak to animals. That doesn’t mean he cannot speak to you. His ship is not that big but not very small either, he’s gained a lot of pets in the time he’s been travelling, so he’s not alone on the ship. He usually wears a turtleneck sweater and a pair of pants when he’s in his ship.

-He’s not fond of fighting so he’s only brought a few weapons on his ship, to protect himself if needed.

-Most likely met you when trying to befriend your pet

-Was super shocked and embarassed, apologizing for trying to take your pet, he didn’t know it was yours

-Sometimes, when it’s dark, he glows. It only happens when the moon(s) is out though.

-Sleeps in a hammock at all times

-Would probably nuzzle you a lot

-He’s very strong (obviously) but loves hugs nontheless

-Sometimes goes flying with some pets and you

-His ship also contains a lot of plant life

-Is embarassed to say it, but tries to ask you to come with him, you’re nice company.

Lucio

-He’s got longer hair and fangs, his ears are pointed and he has 4 arms, two of which being insect like arms. He has an abdomen with a stinger on his lower back. (like an insect abdomen with a stinger) His armor is white with gold, and equipped with various swords and plasma guns. His ship is large, and filled with drones. He goes through space exploring and following orders from his superior. He has the ability to make items bigger or smaller. He usually wears a white blouse and dark yellow pants. He also has some dark markings on his skin.

-When does this bitch not try to destroy other planets

-He wants to but his superior won’t allow him

-The only reason he wants to is bc someone on that planet insulted him

-Would most likely meet you when you went to investigate the loud cursing coming from the forest -this dumbass crashlanded his ship.

-Immediately, he likes you

-Would abduct you with no shame

-Someone please teach this man manners

-Would tease you a lot

-His 🍆 has some ribs and bumps along the sides

-Knows not how to be subtle

-If he’s horny, you can immediately tell.

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #aliens #the arcana asra #the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana muriel #the arcana portia #the arcana lucio #julian devorak #nadia the arcana #asrathearcana #muriel #lucio #portia devorak

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afni-fics · 4 years ago

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Elder Scrolls DC - A Reluctant Dragonborn - Chapter 18: Dragon Rising (part 2)

Elder Scrolls DC - A Reluctant Dragonborn - Chapter 18: Dragon Rising (part 2) by C_R_Scott Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Red Robin (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Tim Drake, Lucien Flavius Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Skyrim/DCU crossover, Reluctant Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Not Beta Read, Alternate Universe - Skyrim Fusion, Modded Skyrim, Skyrim Spoilers, Tim Drake is Dragonborn | Dovahkiin, Batfamily-centric (DCU), Tim Drake-centric

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Battle at the Watchtower

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It didn't take long for Tim to catch up with Irileth and her handful of city guards near the stables just outside of Whiterun's walls. The dark elf had given Tim a odd look when he arrived, but said nothing except to stay close and to keep his eyes open for any signs of dragon in the night sky.

As Tim walked along the road towards the watchtower that had been attacked, all traces of weariness had bled away to be replaced by growing sense of dread and anxiety. The hour was late, and Tim honestly wasn't sure he'd be able to spot the black dragon from Helgen against the dark night sky. Adding to his unease was the smell of smoke wafting towards them even before they saw the light from the fires burning in and around the destroyed watchtower. He immediately recognized the smell of burning wood and charred flesh, and he felt his stomach churn.

Still, he kept pushing forward along with Irileth and her guards without a word about his discomfort.

They stopped by a pile of large stones a short way from the watchtower. The soldiers and Irileth were stunned by the amount of damage. The stone structure had a jagged scar cutting through the top half of the structure, the wound illuminated by fires burning within it. Rubble from the tower and bodies of soldiers both burning and simply dead lay scattered around the grounds of the tower. However, despite all the visible carnage, there was no sight of the dragon anywhere, and no sounds except for the crackling flames and cold wind blowing through the grass.

The silence was unsettling. Tim had been around long enough to know that out in this land, even at night there ought to have other noises. Wolves... Owls... Foxes... Deer... Insects... The sounds of Skyrim's nocturnal creatures were just not there.

"No signs of any dragon right now, but it sure looks like he's been here," Irileth said as she scanned the watchtower and the skies. Then she looked to her men and Tim. "I know it looks bad, but we've got to figure out what happened, and if that dragon is still skulking around somewhere." She made a motion that her men immediately recognized as a "move out" command. "Spread out and look for survivors. We need to know what we're dealing with."

When Irileth's eyes fell on Tim, he nodded as a good soldier would. Before she turned to follow her men, the dark elf's red eyes drifted to a point over Tim's shoulder and behind him, and she inclined her head in a "look over there" gesture. Curious, Tim glanced behind him and his own blue eyes widened in surprise.

"Lucien? What are you doing here?" he asked the scholar in surprise as the other man jogged up and finally stopped to catch his breath.

"What does it look like?" Lucien gasped out between breaths.

"You didn't have to come."

"Yes I did." Lucien looked at Tim square in the eyes with a determined expression. "We Flaviuses have a reputation to always keep our promises, and I will be damned if some idiot Jarl, a bloodthirsty dragon, and your obvious lack of self-preservation sense makes a liar out of me before I can get you home!"

Tim felt a small part of the anxious knot in his chest unwind, just a little, as he smiled at Lucien gratefully. "Thank you," he said softly. Then he turned to the watchtower while arming himself with his bow and a nocked arrow. "The dragon doesn't seem to be around at the moment. Irileth wants us to look for survivors."

Lucien nodded and appeared to ready a frost spell in his hands, a cold mist swirling around his fingers. "Lead the way, then."

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The pair of them moved towards the bridge leading into the body of the damaged watchtower. Tim could see Irileth's soldiers checking on the survivors and fallen on the outer grounds, so he directed Lucien to join him at the tower itself. As they got closer, he could hear one of the watchtower guards trying desperately to warn Irileth away.

"No! Get back! It's still here somewhere!"

Tim froze.

"Hroki and Tor just got grabbed when they tried to make a run for it!"

Tim felt his heartbeat thudding in his ears. As Lucien went to the guardsman to check on his injuries, Tim immediately began scanning the skies. Suddenly, the guard gasped and his words sent a chill down Tim's spine.

"Kynareth save us, here he comes again!"

The statement was punctuated by a familiar terrifying roar and the sound of wind rushing past wings. Tim's eyes zeroed in on a dark shadow sailing past the blood red moon and into a bank of gray clouds in the sky. Despite himself, Tim's hands trembled on his bow.

Irileth's commanding voice cut through the night. "Here he comes! Find cover and make every arrow count!"

Suddenly a dark shadow and an unnatural rush of wind nearly knocked Tim and the others off the watchtower bridge. Tim immediately moved to shove Lucien into nearby cover with a group of other guards, who were firing arrows into the sky. Tim was about to find his own cover and join them when something massive landed heavily on the ground, causing an earthquake like tremor that knocked Tim off the bridge and to the ground below.

Pain shot through his body at the impact of the fall, and his head spun. Despite this, Tim managed to keep a grip on his bow and he forced himself to get to his feet as quickly as he could. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and screamed at him to move.

Then he froze as he turned to see face of the enormous menacing dragon staring straight at him just a yard from where he stood.

The massive beast's eyes narrowed as he stared at Tim. Though he was terrified, Tim immediately brought up his bow and fired at the dragon point blank. The dragon jerked his head up to avoid the projectile even as other arrows began to rain down on him from the other guards. Then, to the young man's shock, the dragon opened his mouth and words spilled out.

"I had forgotten what fine sport you mortals can provide!"

Tim's eyes widened. "You can talk?!"

Instead of an answer, the dragon pulled back his head with an obvious inhale. "YOL... " Tim immediately recognized the word from Helgen.

"Get back!" he yelled at the guards and Lucien in alarm as he himself ran for cover. "Fire! Fire!"

"TOOR SHUL!!"

Tim just barely dove for cover behind a pile of stone rubble as a blast of intense fire scorched the earth and air around him. He couldn't restrain the scream of terror as he huddled behind the rocks as much as he could to avoid the flames. Suddenly the flames stopped and there was a rush of air against the ground, putting out some of the grass fires around him, as the dragon took off into the sky again.

"Timothy!" A blast of cold mist washed over the area around Tim as the young man gasped for air. Suddenly Lucien was in front of him, his frosted over hands cradling Tim's face. The shock of cold against his skin startled Tim out of the fear-induced daze he'd fallen into.

"Lucien?!" Tim gasped as he became aware of his surrounding.

"We need to move! Back to the bridge!" Lucien tried to help him to his feet.

Still gripping his bow, Tim moved as quickly as he could to cover with Lucien underneath the bridge. He forced himself to nock arrow after arrow at the dragon as he flew circles around them, sending fire blasts at various targets. It was only because of Lucien that he was able to keep moving from cover to cover. Whenever the dragon roared or a blast of fire hit too close, Tim would flinch hard or even freeze in place. Rather than using his magic to attack the dragon itself, Lucien chose instead to use his ice spells to put out the various fires on the ground, which allowed Tim and the other soldiers move more safely without getting burned. The cold of the icy mist Lucien used seemed to break through Tim's fear and kept him moving.

"Look!" Lucien cried out and pointed as they felt the ground rumble from the dragon's landing again. "I think... he's almost dead!"

Tim's gaze followed Lucien's hand and stared grounded dragon. Dozens of arrows were embedded in its thick hide and blood poured from the wounds on its body and head. The membrane of one of his wings was in tattered and made it so that the beast could no longer take to the air. That didn't stop it from trying to snap at nearby soldiers daring to take up swords against it, or sending blasts of fire when it could do so with those same three words as before.

Swallowing hard, Tim lifted his bow and continued firing arrows at the dragon along with the other soldiers. Each arrow felt heavier than the last though, as despite his fear of the beast he couldn't get out of his head that this monster had spoken to him. Despite the fact that this dragon was trying to kill all of then, it was a sentient, intelligent creature, and Tim's hand was one of many working to end its life!

As Tim nocked one more arrow to his bow and drew it back, he felt his hands tremble. Time seemed to slow around him and the dragon. The beast had just finished firing a blast of fire at a soldier on the ground and had turned to glare at Tim just as his fingers released their grip on the arrow. As the arrow flew, something shifted in the dragon's expression, as if realizing something important in that one moment about the young mortal man standing before him.

Tim's arrow struck true, piercing the dragon in the throat, and seemed to be the final blow needed to fell the beast. The dragon reared its head back. "Dovahkiin? No!!" it roared in agony before collapsing to the ground.

Tim felt his eyes whell up with tears and they spilled out down his cheeks as the soldiers around him cheered wildly in victory.

"I'm sorry..." Tim whispered as his bow fell from numb fingers. From somewhere far away, he could hear Lucien calling out to him with concern, but all Tim could do was stare as the life faded from the dragon's eyes. He walked forward slowly towards the dragon's body, guilt wracking his conscience.

"Wait! Look at that!" a guard exclaimed with alarm.

Tim and everyone who had been moving towards the dragon froze as the body of the beast began to ignite and dissolve right before their eyes.

"What's happening?!" Lucien cried out.

"Everyone get back!" Irileth shouted, and nearly everyone scrambled to pull away from the dragon.

Everyone but Tim.

Tim was frozen in place. He barely even registered the chaos around him as he stared at the dragon as its very scales and flesh ignited in a cascading spontaneous combustion, leaving behind nothing but clean white bone. Then, the bones themselves began to glow with a bright blinding light as a sudden gust of swirling wind carried that light straight for him.

Reflexively, Tim pulled up his arms to shield his face and closed his eyes, but after a moment he realized that the wind was not inflicting any more pain on his body. Slowly he opened his eyes and watched with confused awe as the tendrils of light on the wind swirled around and into his body. As the winds died down and the light faded, Tim raised a hand and pressed it to his chest. Something was... different... But he couldn't quite articulate what that was. What was it that dragon had said as it died? What was that word?

"Dovahkiin?" he whispered to himself.

The sound of armored soldiers rushing to his position immediately set him on edge. For a brief moment, he thought that perhaps they were rushing to attack him, that whatever had just happened had made him a new threat in their eyes. Tim turned to them, hands upraised to show he was unarmed.

But there were no swords or bows drawn against him.

Instead, all the soldiers there were staring at him in awe and... reverence?

"I can't believe it!" one of the guards closest to him said. "You're... Dragonborn..."

"Dragon... born?" Tim echoed with clear confusion. "What do you mean?"

The Nord soldier explained. "In the very oldest tales, back from when there were still dragons in Skyrim, the Dragonborn would slay dragons and steal their power. That's what you did, isn't it? Absorbed the dragon's power?"

Tim felt a coil of fear and dread tighten in his chest. He could feel himself shake his head in reflexive denial. "I... I don't know," he stammered uneasily as he turned to stare at the dragon bones again. "I don't know what happened to me."

As the guards began to murmur amongst themselves about the stories they heard as children of the Dragonborn, Tim felt like his brain was short circuiting. He wanted to deny everything that was being said around him, but he just couldn't seem to find his voice.

"That's right! My grandfather used to tell stories about the Dragonborn..."

"...born with the Dragon Blood in 'em..."

"...Like old Tiber Septim himself..."

"...You must be one!"

One of the guards finally addressed Irileth. "What do you say, Irileth? You're being awfully quiet."

Tim turned his gaze to the dark elf and was startled to find that her red eyes had been focused on him this entire time. She averted her gaze when he caught her and turned to her guards.

"Hmph. Some of you would be better off keeping quiet than flapping your gums on matters you don't know anything about."

Somehow, hearing that made Tim feel marginally better. A little more grounded anyway. He watched as Irileth went over to the dragon's bones and nudged them with her sword.

"Here's a dead dragon, and that's something I can definitely understand."

Tim felt a touch on his arm again, and he turned to look at Lucien, who appeared to be as dazed as he felt. Still the scholar tried to put on reassuring smile. "Now Whiterun should be safe, yes? The dragon that burned you and Helgen is dead now. That's a relief, isn't it?"

Tim froze. "No... That's not right..." he murmured.

Irileth caught their conversation and turned to Tim and Lucien. "What do you mean by that? The dragon is dead at our feet."

Shaking his head, Tim searched the ground for a moment before finding what he was looking for. He knelt down and picked up a scale that had not combusted with the rest. "The dragon that attacked Helgen was black," he said solemnly as he brushed away the soot that had been on the scale. From where he knelt, he offered the scale to Irileth. "This one was grey." Even as the words left his lips, Tim felt that coil of fear and dread tighten even more. "This was a different dragon."

The elf's face became grim as she took the scale and examined it closely. "That was the hairiest fight I've ever been in, and I've been in more than a few. If dragons are coming back... If the black one from Helgen was only the first for many... Then we need to prepare. At least now we know they can be killed."

Tim bowed his head and slowly rose to his feet. The thought of another dragon dying at his hands made him feel sick to his stomach. However, the moment he stood up fully, his sense of balance pitched, and he nearly fell back down again. The only reason he stayed even partially upright was because Lucien caught him. Even then, though, Lucien was not strong enough to keep him on his feet for long. He was forced to ease Tim down to the ground gently as he could manage without hurting him further.

"L-Lucien," Tim gasped as his vision began to blur and darken around the edges.

"Damn it!" Lucien cursed as he pressed his hand to Tim's forehead. "You're burning up! You've pushed yourself too far!"

"Sorry," Tim whispered as he closed his eyes, suddenly feeling so dizzy and tired. "Should've listened to you."

Irileth knelt down as well. Her eyes narrowed. "What's wrong with him?"

"He's sick!" Lucien snapped angrily. "He was burned at Helgen and the wounds were never healed properly. They're infected!"

As Tim's consciousness faded into blackness, he could hear the alarm in Irileth's voice as she immedately started barking orders for her men to fetch a horse and cart as fast as they could. "We need to get him to the Temple NOW!"

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Warning: This is being pantsed more than plotted, and this is not beta read. We'll see where this journey takes us. Mostly I'm just doing this for my own amusement.

Note1: If you have any questions about the playthrough and Tim's feelings/experiences that aren't described in the chapters, please ask me in the comments. I'll do my best to answer your questions as best I can.

Note2:

In my head, the Batman's "No Killing" rule applies not just to human beings, metahumans, or aliens that are humanoid in appearance, but to all living creatures that are intelligent and sentient. Capacity for speech is a big identifier of this type of sentience.

When Tim first encountered the black dragon in Helgen, he may have heard the dragon "Shouting" his spells, but didn't really register them as words at the time. Here, Tim heard the grey dragon (Mirmulnir) actually speaking, so it flipped a switch in Tim's perception that dragons are not mere beasts.

So this, technically, is Tim's first instance of breaking his adopted father's "No Killing" rule in Skyrim, and it's hit him very hard... as if his interaction with the first black dragon wasn't traumatic enough...

#elder scrolls dc#fanfiction#tim drake#skyrim fanfiction#batfam fanfic#red robin#batfam#crossover#lucien flavius#wip#afewnovelideas

#elder scrolls Dc #fanfiction #tim drake #skyrim fanfiction #batfam fancic #red robin #batfam #crossover #lucien flavius #wip #afewnovelideas

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knamjooned · 5 years ago

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Magicae Foresta (6)

pairing: (forest)dragon!namjoon x (unpracticed)witch!reader

genre: magic/supernatural au, shifter au, fluff, angst, smut, soulmate au

chapter words: 2,394

chapter warnings: none

chapter rating: G

STORY SUMMARY: The magical world your grandmother told you about had always been real to you. Once she passed away, you find yourself honoring her memory by searching for the one magical creature she could never find.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Namjoon gathers the courage to talk to you and you get to ride on the back of a dragon.

SIX

Even though he had no official training, Namjoon had helped deliver several little ones in the forest over the last two centuries. With Taehyung’s help, the three cubs were magical checked over and cleaned up. Namjoon put a hand on the unicorn’s shoulder and took a step back as the new parents bonded with their children.

“We should leave them be,” Taehyung whispered, turning and walking toward the door. Namjoon followed him through the door and down the stairs, knowing and feeling you at the bottom. He swallowed, gripping the railing as he moved. When he reached the bottom, Namjoon reluctantly let go of the railing and stepped onto the grass. Jungkook and Minji were laughing while your face was bright red.

“Three little cubs have been born!” Taehyung cried, throwing his arms in the air dramatically. He flicked each hand and wildflowers began to grow in the small clearing, a full spectrum of colors. Namjoon grinned as he stayed back from the four of you, who had started yelling and cheering, at the edge of the flowers. He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against a tree trunk.

He heard and smelled a few creatures coming to see what the noise was about. A few fairies, a family of deer, and a bear with one cub observed from the edge of the clearing. Taehyung seemed to sense them as well, as he turned to look near Namjoon and waved to them. Jungkook and Minji agreed to go tell Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin the good news, while Taehyung took it upon himself to tell the other creatures in the forest the good news.

Namjoon found himself staring at you from his spot as you sat on the grass and pulled out a notebook and pen, glancing thoughtfully at the tree house. Did you feel the connection? Were you letting him go to you, or where you completely oblivious? You were focused intently on your notebook, scribbling slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, looking up at the tree house on and off. Swallowing, Namjoon made a decision. He could at least speak to you like a normal, friendly person.

He unfolded his arms and stuck his hands in his pocket as he tried to casually stroll toward you. When he was halfway there, you lifted your head and locked eyes with him. Namjoon felt like he’d been sucker-punched, all the breath leaving his lungs. Being distracted, his foot hit a stick, making him trip and fling his arms around to get his balance once again. The centuries old dragon flushed, mortified, as his eyes caught yours again, biting your lip to hold back a laugh.

Instead of strolling now, Namjoon just walked quickly and sat down in front of you, mirroring your pose. You put your pen down, a shy smile on your lips, and placed your things to the side. Namjoon licked his lips.

“Hi. I’m Namjoon.”

“Yes, the forest dragon shifter. It’s nice to finally meet you, Namjoon.” You held out a hand, and Namjoon took it, shaking it gently in greeting. His eyes stayed on your hands, his large one fitting nicely around yours. He didn’t want to let go, not when your skin was so soft and your natural scent became heavier and heavier the longer you held on to his hand. “My grandmother wrote a little about you.”

“Miss Silvia,” Namjoon murmured, pulling his hand back reluctantly. “I didn’t interact with her directly.” He felt guilty, knowing it was entirely his choice to stay hidden when she was visiting his area. What did you think of him, knowing that?

“I read that. She gave you the choice to appear to her, and you chose to stay hidden. Tata respected you greatly, and held no negative feelings toward you.”

“Really?” Namjoon raised his eyebrows, surprised. You nodded and tapped the book beside you.

“It’s written here.”

“I never meant any disrespect.” He let out a sigh of relief. There was a long pause, a moment of silence where something hung between the two of you. It was obvious what it was, but neither of you were racing to speak it into existence. You looked at your hands, and then glanced at his face. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you - you were so beautiful, not only physically, but he felt the good magic coming off of you in waves. Could he be biased because of his connection?

“I accept.”

“What?” Namjoon pulled himself out of his thoughts, unsure he had heard you correctly. You smiled widely at him and reached out, putting a hand on his knee. A current of warmth spread from your hand all over his body. Namjoon’s heart quickened.

“It seems the Great One has decided we complement one another enough to be mates. I may not have experience with this idea, but I’ve asked around. And, I accept.”

When Namjoon had tripped as he made his way, you figured there was more than just a dragon who preferred to hide in the trees. He had flushed, looked incredibly embarrassed, and decided it was better to just get in front of you than to look cool. As you shook his hand with your introductions, his touch filled you with energy up your and straight into your heart. It beat wildly, and you felt excitement and joy. You were proud of yourself for staying calm as he took his hand away.

You felt his eyes on you, so you couldn’t outright stare at him without seeming weird, so you took his features in with glances as the moments passed by. Full, pink lips, amber eyes filled with wisdom, and he had deep dimples on each side of his lips when he smiled. You felt only comfort and happiness when you were near him. Why would you reject this man, someone your grandmother had respected more than most others?

“I accept.”

Now the first step had been taken, you found yourself looking up in the air, studying the sky, as Namjoon strips to shift into the forest dragon.

“Did you know Taehyung can shift without taking off his clothes?”

“Taehyung can do a lot of mysterious things, he’s much older than me,” Namjoon murmured.

You saw Namjoon’s shadow on the ground grew on he shifted into his natural form. You found yourself looking up in awe, mouth open. His dragon form was forest green, with shiny scales and two s-curved horns on his head. His wings laid against his back, and he stood on all four limbs. In that position, he was easily fifteen feet tall. You stepped forward, reaching your arm out in front of you, palm facing him.

Namjoon seemed to freeze, waiting for you to decide what was going to happen. His large, amber eyes watching you carefully as you closed the distance between you and one of his front limbs. You laid your palm on his scales, eyes trailing up and down, taking in the beauty. You feel some kind of pressing into your thoughts, and you looked up at Namjoon’s huge dragon head.

“I hope you are not afraid,” Namjoon said, his voice in your mind. You smiled and stepped back, testing to see if you could speak to one another when you were not touching.

“No, never. You’re so … beautiful,” you replied in your mind. You stepped to where his head was over you, gesturing for him to bring his face closer. For a moment, Namjoon seemed to hesitate, but then he did as you requested. You placed a palm on his nose, between his nostrils. You felt his warm breath gently caress your skin.

“Uh, thank you. That.. that feels good,” he admitted shyly. A deep rumbling came from his huge chest. “I.. think you just made me purr. I didn’t know dragon’s could purr. Get up behind my horns, there should be enough room to straddle my neck so I can carry you.”

“I’m going to fly on a dragon?” you gasped in your mind. Namjoon laughed in your mind, and lowered his head enough for you to climb on. You didn’t hesitate, scrambling onto him and getting comfortable.

When he landed in his clearing, beside his cabin, he let you climb down and then shifted as quickly as possible. You looked dazed, hair flying every which way. Namjoon had done his best to stay low in the skies and keep a safe pace with you riding him, but he still worried he could have hurt you. You sat on the cabin steps, dropping your pack beside you, and ran a hand through your hair as Namjoon flushed and got dressed from the clothes in his pack.

“This is your cabin?” you asked, eyes resting on his newly clothed form walking to the stairs. He took one step, then stopped, looking down to where you were sitting. He looked you over, and you let him, but there was nothing but innocent curiosity in your eyes.

“Yes. Why?” It wasn’t much, but he considered it cozy and comfortable, with a fairytale charm. You scanned the edge of the clearing, then looked up at Namjoon, who held onto the railing anxiously.

“I was here before. There was an invisible wall around it. Is it still there?” You stood and started walking toward where the wall had been before. Instead of being stopped, you walked right past the exact spot. Namjoon watched you, turning and leaning against the railing with an amused smile, relaxing his hold. You frowned and walked back toward the cabin. You went right to the stairs without being stopped.

“It’s still there, but it’s attuned to who I considered friendly. You may enter and exit whenever you please.”

“Can you teach me how to do that?” You stepped next to him on the stairs, your excitement becoming contagious. He had never really taught anyone his personal knowledge of magic, but he would of course teach you.

“It’s nature magic, using the natural wind and making a solid but clear wall. It seems like something you could learn easily.” Namjoon grinned and gestured toward the door. He was nervous to show you his personal space, but excited to see how you felt about it all. “Come in, let me show you around. If you still want to stay, it’ll be your home as well as mine.”

“From what others of the shifter circle told me, you rarely share what you consider yours,” you said, taking a step in front of him into the living room. Namjoon’s heart fluttered as your mouth fell slightly open, your eyes moving in all directions to take it in. You stood silently for a long time.

“So… what do you think?”

He looked around his living area, hoping nothing too weird was noticeable. The first thing you saw when you walked in was a large living room that looked like the size of the whole outside of the cabin. There was a square inlay in the middle of the room, with a fire pit in the center. A magical fire was always crackling there. On the upper square, there were a few couches and side tables, along with a large TV on the far wall. Three different openings led down a hallway to different parts of the home, like the kitchen, his bedroom and bathroom, and his treasure room.

“Is it just me, or is it bigger inside?”

“Ah, part of dragon magic,” Namjoon murmured, unsure how to take the stars that appeared in your eyes as you turned to him. He scratched the back of his neck, shrugging like it was no big deal. And it wasn’t, not to him. “It is bigger inside. I… dragon’s like to collect, it’s part of who we are. I need space to put my things, I suppose.”

“Collect? Like what?” While you spoke, you wandered around the room, gently touching the items with your hand, running your fingers over them as you passed. Namjoon stared as you respectfully studied his living area. He waited for you to continue, but you just glanced back at him for a moment, then went on exploring. You were very curious, which he found highly attractive, but also respectful, which went a long way for him.

“Well,” he started, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Namjoon caught up with you and walked beside you, leading you toward the third opening. “A lot of things,but my passion is cultural pieces from the different creatures of the forest. I trade whatever is needed in exchange for these items.”

“Interesting,” you murmured, stopping at a closed door. You looked over your shoulder as Namjoon stepped close, reaching around you to turn the doorknob. He felt your body heat only inches from his own, and wondered if it made your head spin as much as it did his. Namjoon hesitated for a moment.

“I also have small weapons, books, figurines, and coins. It’s a little cluttered… I haven’t organized it in a while,” he added.

“No judgement, promise,” you assured him with a grin. His nervousness lowered as he opened the door. Namjoon waited for you to pass him, then entered behind you. “Wow! This is fantastic!”

Namjoon flushed with pride as you stood just inside the door and scanned the room. There were book shelves covered in what he had said: books and figurines. Weapons were hung on the wall, from small or large, and a large glass case displayed coins from different eras and places. One whole wall was displaying the different items Namjoon had been given from the forest dwellers, hanging on a wall or setting on a shelf. There were some boxes scattered that held more books, figurines, coins, and other things he hadn’t found a spot to set them.

He watched you make a beeline to the forest dweller collections. Namjoon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a soft smile on his face, as you read the small display cards for each piece. There were tribal masks, painted canvases, sculptures made with different mediums, and even items made from the things that can be found in the forest.

“Thoughts?” he asked. Your personal view on his collections was very important to him, he realized. You turned around and chuckled.

“I told you, this is fantastic. I love this.”

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #330

"Karla and Ever on the Server, Yaunfen is Heavy, A Joyful Announcement”

[Doc] Over the chat- CollaredEverestCat? Wait? Did someone let Arden's friend in?

[Lie] - Yes?

[Doc] And someone else too?

[Lie] - ... Yes?

[Doc] .... Why?

[Lie] - Weeeeeeell...

[Doc] I'm coming over there.

[Karla] Is streching a bit- Zhat vas fun.

[Lie] - No mentioning the baby please. I think CP's father and brother have a right to know first

[CP] Content noise-

[Ever] Is holding his new tail and rubbing the fur curiously - Right! Not a peep.

[Doc] Walks up [in hir human shape] with Yaunfen trotting along behind hir. - Soooo? Why the sudden company?

[Deer] Is following as well with a miffed look-

[CP] - Stuff happened

[Karla] Our house was attacked and it caught on fire. Lie and Cp graciously offered us sanctuary from the wilderness.

[Doc] That was... nice...

[Yaunfen] That's a big shiny, glowy thing you have.

[Karla] rubs the gun barrel slightly and it makes a chattering zoop zoop noise. - thank you.

[Deer] - WHY DID YOU NEED SO MANY OPENINGS!?

[Lie] - Sorry Deer, there were animals and plants to move around all at the same time

[Ever] We brought a tree with us... - gestures vaguely in it's general direction. It seems well satisfied with where it is.

[Deer] - That's a bit odd looking...

[Karla] Ah, but the fruits it bears are beyond priceless.

[Ever] It also kinda punted us out of the burning house...

[Doc] Weird. Wait! Is that the Death tree?!??

[Yaunfen] I think it's kinda cool!

[Lie] - Yes?

[Deer] Glares at the gun- I see that thing is back...

[Karla] Holds it a bit protectively.

[Doc] Yeees... that....

[Karla] It saved me from a very old foe.

[Doc] At the tree- Is it safe?

[Ever] It's never moved before today...

[Deer] - I'd rather not have the gun here...

[Karla] I won't throw it away. Besides, I have no ammunition for it anymore.

[Wunderwaffe] Soft cooing crackle.

[Deer] - If you say so...

[Doc] It did seem weirdly alive when I handled it too, but not nearly this much.

[Karla] Looks a bit smug.

[Doc] I smell blood....

[CP] - Yup

[Yaunfen] Big fire has blood on him mada.

[Doc] Cp, what did you do?

[CP] - What do you think?

[Doc] Murder and mayhem....

[Karla] They deserved it.

[Ever] Mistress?

[Lie] Just sighs-

[Ever] Makes a very similar noise as Lie almost at the same time-

[Doc] So... does this mean you have houseguests for a change Cp?

[CP] Shrugs-

[Ever] Blinks and you can almost see the light bulb over his head- I can build a house....

[Doc] Well this IS Minecraft...

[Ever] I CAN BUILD A HOUSE.

[Karla] I think you should rest first my pet.

[Deer] - I think Lie has plenty of spare beds still after the mobs stayed in there

[Yaunfen] At Ever- You have kitty ears!

[Ever] I KNOW. IT'S SO COOL. I don't even know why!

[Lie] - Ah, right. When somebody is dragged in, if they have an avatar they shift to look like their avatar, sorry, I should have warned you about that

[Ever] Warned me? It's awesome! I've always wanted.... anyway! It's okay Lie.

[Lie] - Alright, well I'm going to check on my animals

[Ever] I'll help!

[Yaunfen] Makes a tight turn around Doc and Deerheart, playfully squishing them together- Hehe!

[Doc] Oof!

[Lie] Leads Ever off towards all the pens- CP, I expect you to not be covered in blood by the time we're back

[CP] - Yeah yeah

[Karla] I suppose I'll go unpack a little?

[Wunderwaffe] makes a happy noise like a fuse blowing out

[Lie] Calls back- The house is unlocked, if you want to lay down for now you can use one of the beds in our room

[CP] Takes to floating in the air- I need to speak with Splender real quick, I'll be back- He then flies off

[Yaunfen] Nudges Deerheart- Play with me?

[Doc] Awww. Well, we did spend the whole morning together already...

[Deer] - Sure, what do you wanna play?

[Yaunfen] I want to show you the seed mada set up for me!

[Deer] - Sure, let's go on down to the cage

[Doc] You two have fun, I'll meet you back at home.

[Ever] Ummm.... Doc? Right?

[Doc] Yes?

[Ever] Can I... have a spot to work in? I don't want to get in anyones space gathering materials. But I REALLY want to build a house. Where can I go that I'm not in anyones territory?

[Doc] Oh, sure! I'll help you find a spot and at least mark it before dark.

[Yaunfen] Follows Deerheart and transforms so they can go down the passageway into the cage. As they get close the black tree seems to lean slightly toward Deerheart, it's white fruits swaying a little.

[Deer] Gives it a suspicious look and makes sure she stays between it and Yaunfen-

[Tree] Happy rustling-

[Yaunfen] It's kinda glowy mama...

[Deer] - I can see that, come on, let's go see the new seed

[Yaunfen] Follows happily. For some reason some of their footsteps seem heavier then others, as if they're walking two footed but in an odd way.

[Deer] - Yaunfen? Are you okay?

[Yaunfen] Yes? Just walking.

[Deer] - Alright- She opens the cage door and greets the offensive pod before approaching the servers

[Yaunfen] Runs in and there are suddenly cracks under some of the places where they stepped. [Like when you start to mine a block and then stop]

[Deer] - Ummm...

[Yaunfen] Is waiting by the consoles- Lets go!

[Deer] Creates the opening and walks them through- Well this seems perfectly suited for you Yaunfen

[Yaunfen] Changes back into their dragon shape and runs out into the sugary landscape. They do a tight turn and slip as some blocks shatter away underfoot like a creative break- Wh-WHOAH! Oof!

[Deer] - Yaunfen!- She rushes to her childs side to check on them

[Yaunfen] Is getting up to all fours again. - I got heavy...

[Deer] - I can tell, are you okay?

[Yaunfen] Yeah.... I just feel like that sometimes. Just heavy. Is that... okay?

[Deer] - Absolutely, just be careful when you do, you might hurt yourself otherwise

[Yaunfen] Why does that happen mama?

[Deer] - I don't know.. But maybe... Well maybe you have a super power

[Yaunfen] REALLY? Like mada and Big fire?

[Deer] - Yes!

[Yaunfen] But how does being heavy help? Ummm... I bet I can be so heavy you can't move me! You try!

[Deer] - Okay, but I won't make it easy!- She shifts to her dragon form

[Yaunfen] Gets in a square stance and screws up their eyes concentrating - Mmm... Ready!

[Deer] Starts pushing against them-

[Yaunfen] Does move sideways but their feet don't go far, it's like trying to move a cat. They're sloooowly scooting. Wiggling their whiskers in concentration-

[Deer] - Come on Yaunfen, you can do it!

[Lie] Goes back inside after checking on her animals, she's decided to grab some food from the food chest and Hope is rubbing around her legs as she digs for food- Calm down Hope, I'll find a treat for you

[Karla] Is sorting through her pile of stuff, it's rather spread out on the floor and surrounding furniture.

[Lie] Hears the noise below and heads down the stairs a bit- Everything okay Karla?

[Karla] Just... adjusting. This place is very strange. - She's looking down and gets distracted seeing her own hands for a moment.

[Lie] - Doc made the same comments going the other way around. I at least was initially pulled into a server where everything was more realistic

[Karla] I don't know much about... video games. Is there anything important I should be aware of?

[Francis] Comes inside with an armload of carrots-

[Karla] Just stops mid-sentance and stares at the hugely muscled pigman.

[Francis] Says - hello? - tentatively- I'm sorry Lie, I didn't realize you had company.

[Karla] Ummmm

[Lie] - It's alright Francis, this is Karla. She and Ever will be staying here for a little while- She then turns towards Karla- Karla, this is Francis, one of the pigmen under my husbands command. There's a lot of mobs that are around our house which obey my husband and I, they won't harm you. Wild mobs might though

[Francis] Does a little bow and a carrot slips out of his arms to plunk on the floor- Whoops. Okay miss Lie.

[Karla] How can I tell the difference?

[Lie] - Most of the ones that won't harm you will be wearing an article of clothing

[Karla] Ah, that's easy enough. Do we have guns for the rest?

[Francis] Scoops up the errant carrot- Whats a gun?

[Lie] - No, there are no guns on this server. We have swords, bows, and natural abilities. And Francis, a gun is a type of weapon

[Karla] Glances at the wunderwaffe on the bed - Is that why the lady with the horns seemed distressed?

[Francis] Ah, okay. Where would you like these Lie? I accidently trod on them and they popped up.

[Lie] - Partially, there was also the fact that we had three portals open into the server almost simultaneously

[Lie] - Did you replant Francis?

[Francis] Oh yes! Of course. They were ready to pick anyway.

[Lie] - Then you can find either a spare trunk or distribute them amongst yourself and the others. And Karla, that woman was Deer, she's the physical embodiment of this server

[Karla] An apt name considering her features. So she's a nature spirit of sorts?

[Francis] Thank you Lie, we had lunch togeather not long ago. Well except for the blazes. I'm not sure what they eat. - He goes to put the carrots in a nearby trunk and drops another one since his arms are so full.

[Karla] Reaches down to pick it up and inspects it. - Are they for decoration or...?

[Lie] - That's just a carrot Karla, it's food. And yes, I suppose you could say she's a nature spirit. I suppose that would make Flux a magic spirit

[Karla] Makes an attempt to bite on it and the usual eating noise is a bit startling. - That's odd. But flavorful. Who is this Flux?

[Francis] Is looking at the wunderwaffe and it makes an electrical crackling noise. - That thing is a bit frightening. It seems alive...

[Banette] Has crawled onto one of Karla's bags and gone to sleep.

[Lie] - The physical embodiment of CP's original server. She embodies the raw magic of this game. Dawn actually had to work on her to keep her from tainting everything and she actually lives next door with CP's father. He's completely smitten with her. And it's alright Francis, it doesn't have any... arrows left

[Hope] Comes down the stairs mewing-

[Francis] Stoops down to pet the cat with one huge finger-

[Hope] Purrs a bit loudly-

[Karla] She's such a tiny little thing. She must think you're her mommy when you're transfigured. Haha.

[Lie] - Funny story actually...

[Karla] Do tell.

[Francis] Floppy ear twich as he listens too.

[Lie] - It couldn't have been that long after I gained my feline form... CP was being punished and so was a cat too. I decided to pounce him and then Alexsezia came by with her usual herd of cats. At that time Hope here was a very tiny kitten and she came over and decided to snuggle up against me. At this time I didn't have any ovaries and Hope decided to try and nurse from me. It caused my ovaries to regrow and a very messy procedure afterwards since my husband then decided to give Doc blood poisoning

[Francis] And you bonded with the little one... awwww.

[Karla] I take it Cp and this Doc have a lot of history? It seems they fight a lot...

[Lie] - Oh yes, a long history. Only reason they met was because of me though

[Karla] I've been given the barest details of your now husbands murderous bet.

[Lie] - Yeah, I stood out to Doc because a living human shouldn't be in a digital realm. If they hadn't come along I'm not sure what might have happened...

[Karla] Fate plays games with us all. Not much point in dwelling on what could have been.

[Francis] Rubs Hopes chin a little. lost in his own thoughts.

[Lie] - Yeah... I should probably do one last check on the animals and let Notch know we're back... And figure out where CN is...

[Karla] I thought Notch was the one your mate wanted to murder horribly?

[Francis] I saw Cn yesterday....

[Lie] - There's multiple NOTCH's, the one I'm talking about is the one who created the game and who has adopted CP and his brother as his own sons. Where did you see him Francis?

[Francis] He was helping Notch take care of the animals miss. They both gave Cp an earful for jetting off suddenly and not telling anyone.

[Karla] That's gracious of him.

[Lie] - Thank you Francis. Would you like to meet him Karla? I'm going that way anyways and it's just next door

[Francis] Nods appreciately-

[Karla] That would be nice, I should thank him for allowing me to escape from the delightful mayhem your husband and I perpetrated.

[Lie] - Come on then, we'll want to go before it gets dark

[Chester] Is on the other side of the door when Lie opens it-

[Karla] Skips backward from the dog-sized spider-

[Lie] - Oh Chester, hello. Can I help you with something?

[Karla] Their name is Chester?

[Chester] Well... um...- He's rubbing his front feet together nervously-

[Lie] - Yes, he's a newer addition to the mobs under my mates command. It's alright Chester, you can speak freely

[Chester] I was wondering... if you're not too busy.... maybe a little favor...? If you're busy I'll go away...

[Karla] Gives him a calculating look. - Are they poisonus or something similar as well?

[Lie] - Yes, they are...- Is remembering when she was bit by one not long after CP first brought her in- What do you want Chester?

[Chester] Could I have some flowers? Please? Something pretty. -He'd blush if he could- They're for Eliza...

[Karla] That could be handy.

[Lie] - Absolutely, anything specific?

[Chester] Just something she might like?

[Lie] Thinks for a moment before concentrating, creating a bundle of dark colored flowers- Here, let me know how it goes, alright?

[Chester] Oh thank you! - He takes the flowers in one leg and holds the bundle against his neck. - I absolutley will! - He goes off at a happy running hop back toards the nest.

[Karla] He wanted... flowers?

[Lie] - He's trying to woo the spider general

[Karla] Eyes go wide for a moment - Then I wish him all the luck in the world. I think that could go quite poorly if she's not interested. Female spiders are usually bigger, aren't they?

[Lie] - There are two types of spiders here, regular spiders and cave spiders, which are the smaller ones. Chester is a cave spider

[Karla] You have a wonderfully lively household Lie.

[Lie] - This is actually pretty calm really- She heads down the stairs and across the courtyard towards Notch's house

[Notch] Is looking at his phone and giggling impishly. The door to his house is open and he's sitting just inside the door with his feet up.

[Lie] - Notch, we're back

[Notch] Looks up- Oh! Hey that's great. Cp said you weren't feeling too good. I take it that you're all healed up? Who's your friend?

[Lie] - Yeah, actually, think you might be up for dinner tonight? We could invite Stevie and Alexis as well. And this is Karla

[Notch] Of course! And nice to meet you Karla. I'm Markus. Mostly everyone just calls me Notch though.

[Karla] Doctor Karla Emmerich. I've been told you're at least mostly responsible for the beauty around us?

[Notch] Blushes- Oh, well I had help... but it was my idea to start with.

[Lie] - Do you know where CN currently is?

[Notch] Oh he's downstairs tidying up in the bathroom. He got a bit dirty playing around with your animals. The dogs decided to mob him for snuggling purposes.

[Lie] - I see, does he still have the tail or has he figured out how to get rid of it?

[Notch] No he still has it. I think it's kinda cute really. Him and Firebird make quite the pair.

[Karla] Wait, are we talking about a child or another of your mob creatures?

[Lie] - My NOTCH, he is a child though so you weren't too far off

[Karla] Grins - If he was knocked over by dogs I guessed he was either young or short.

[Notch] Very perceptive.

-There's a bit of shuffling from downstairs-

[Lie] - I think that's him

[Karla] So what were you laughing at?

[Notch] Oh that... one of my former coworkers likes to send me funny videos. Mostly stuff with animals.

[Lie] - Oh? What specifically was it?

[Notch] Shows her his phone and it's only a few seconds of a small black cat letting off a fart that makes it's butt pop up into the air.

[Karla] Lets off a small musical laugh-

[Lie] Laughs as well- That is adorable

[CN] Climbs up the ladder and his face lights up at seeing Lie- Lie!- He races over and hugs her

[Lie] - Hey CN, sorry I was gone for so long- She hugs him back

[Karla] Ah, how sweet. Is he... yours?

[Lie] - He's a NOTCH which was spawned in response to me becoming a brine, so yes, you could say he is mine

[Notch] Cn? This is Karla. She's a doctor and one of Lie's friends.

[CN] Hides behind Lie a little-

[Lie] - He's always a bit shy at first, but determined to be a little defender

[Karla] An admirable trait for a young man.

[Notch] NOTCH AI's are supposed to be there for their Herobrines, I'm just glad he's inclined to be helpful.

[Lie] - But he's also still learning

[Flux] Enters the room from the bedroom-

[Karla] Looks towards her, she's juuust psychic enough to pick up on her magick.

[Notch] Karla, this is my girlfriend Flux. - Makes sappy eyes at her without meaning too-

[Flux] Gives Notch a small smile in return before looking at Karla- Greetings

[Karla] Ah, the spirit you mentioned? Charmed to meet you.

[Flux] - You left so suddenly Lie, is everything alright?

[Lie] - Of course, there's no need to worry

[Karla] Has the smallest of knowing smiles on her face.

[Lie] Glances outside- Well, we should start getting ready for dinner, I'll see you guys in about an hour or so?

[Karla] I think I'm going to go check on Ever, don't fret about us. It can be a... family affair. - She gives an airy wave and walks back around the side of the house -

[Notch] Eyebrows- What an odd person....

[Lie] -Yeah, well, I'll see you guys in a bit, CN, why don't you go put on some fresh clothes, okay?

[CN] - Fine...

[Lie] Waves goodbye before heading for Stevie's place. As she goes she sends a mental note to CP to get Hera and GK, figuring their best friends should be told as well-

[CP] Had just finished with Splender and groans as he heads for the bay to find Hera-

[Herabrine] Has already noticed CP when he went to talk to Splender and is trying to rouse Aqua for a tandem squirt on the unsuspecting brine.

[Aqua] Wiggles excitedly-

[Herabrine] Leads him up near the shore and stays a bit underwater to track Cp-

[CP] Is looking around for Hera with a scowl- Hera!

[Herabrine] Motions for Aqua at just the right moment and pops up to squirt him with a skinny jet of hot water-

[Aqua] Happily sprays the water-

[CP] Curses and catches on fire- Damnit Hera!

[Herabrine] Does a graceful dolphin flip and plunks back into the water, giggling madly-

[CP] - Fine, guess I won't give you Lie's invitation

[Herabrine] Brushes up against Aqua so they feel like they did a good job and then floats to the surface, staring at Cp- Glub.

[CP] - You'll need to be in your other form

[Aqua] Happy trills-

[Herabrine] Floats up above the water like a soap bubble and shifts into her nornal shape - You were saying?

[CP] - Lie wants you to come over for dinner

[Herabrine] Ah! Okay. That sounds nice. Should I bring anything?

[CP] - No. Do you know where GK is?

[Herabrine] Probably either with Endrea or annoying Steffan.

[CP] Groans and just flies towards GK's place to see if he's there-

[Gk] Is asleep and snoring loudly in a place that's entirely blocking Steffans front door-

[CP] Dips lower and nudges the dragon- Oi, wake up

[Gk] Opens an eye- Heeeey. What's up Cp?

[CP] - You want free food?

[Gk] Fuck yeah.

[CP] - Then let's go, you'll need to be human though- He starts flying for his place

[Gk] Shrugs and follows as a dragon because it's a quicker walk that way.

[Lie] Is already back with Stevie and Alexis and the two are prepping food-

[CP] Lands and walks in- I'm back

[Lie] - Why are you still covered in blood?

[CP] - I didn't have time to change?

[Lie] - Then go change now!

[Gk] Hunkers down outside and Herabrine lands on his head-

[Hera] Hey big red, what's thegood news?

[Gk] Apart from free dinner? No idea.

[Lie] - Come on in you two, we're just waiting on Notch and Flux and for the food to finish

[Notch] Graciously opens the front door for Flux on the opposite side.

[Gk] Shifts under Herabrine so she'll flop on the ground -

[Herabrine] Hey!

[Lie] Laughs a little-

[CP] Returns in a fresh shirt-

[Flux] Enters and smiles- It smells good Lie

[Notch] I second that.

[Gk] Man.... this looks fancy. I should have brought wine or something...

[Stevie] Pulls out a large plate of steaks- Come on, let's eat!

[Herabrine] So what's all this about? Just felt like a family dinner?

[Gk] Niiice. Thanks for the invite Cp!

[Lie] Glances at CP- Actually... CP and I have some news...

[Notch] Nothing bad I hope?

[Lie] - No, it's good... Very good

[Stevie] Sits down next to Alexis- Does this have something to do with why you two have been gone for so long?

[CP] - Yeah... It does

[Herabrine] Yeah, we got a lot of traffic today. I saw, new people too?

[Lie] - Some friends, they housed us while we were out there this time... And now we're housing them since their house got destroyed

[Gk] Sounds like a bit of griefing happened.

[Notch] So what's the news???

[Lie] Looks at CP nervously and he comes over to her to give her reassurance- Well... Um... You see...

[Herabrine] Well?

[Notch] Holds Flux's hand nervously.

[Lie] - Uh...- She takes a deep breath- I'm... I'm pregnant... We're now expecting a baby...

[Flux] - You... What?

[Notch] I'm gonna be a grandpa?!?!?

[Herabrine] OMG.

[Gk] The child of two brines... holy shit....

[Alexis] - Congratulations!

[Stevie] - You two will be good parents if my brother's ability to raise me as a child is any indication

[Notch] Well they're gonna have help too!

[Herabrine] No way we're not babysitting and such!

[Lie] Laughs a little-

[CP] - The reason we were out so long was because Lie didn't know when she went out and the baby then decided to start adapting a physical form

[Gk] So it's already going to be able to go... out there...?

[Notch] Well that will save some pain and effort.

[Herabrine] But it also means they'll have to be kept away from Slender....

[Lie] - Yeah, our baby will be able to go out there...

[CP] Growls a little at the thought of Slender getting near their baby-

[Flux] - Where ever the child goes, it will be well protected

[Gk] Hey... Can I be the godfather?

[Lie] - Oh, um... I don't see why not...

[CP] - You want to take care of the kid if Lie and I are ever permanently deleted?

[Gk] Hell yeah. What better guardian can a kid ask for then a giant dragon that's willing to barbecue anyone who might harm them?

[Lie] - You have a point...

[Herabrine] He is good with Endreas kids...

[Alexis] - Hey... Why aren't Doc or TLOT here?

[Notch] Yeah... I'd think you'd want them to know...

[Lie] - I figured you guys had a right to know first since you are our family and best friends

[Gk] Wipes a little tear- aww Lie...

[Notch] That's sweet.

[Herabrine] Huge smile-

[CP] - Now can most of you get out?

[Lie] - CP!

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dcreed013 · 7 years ago

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Chapter 3: The Grimoire

Ellie woke that morning to the sound of a bird calling directly above her. She stared at the ring of early morning sky for awhile, disoriented. Then yesterday’s events began to replay and slowly sank back into her, and her stomach felt heavier as she recalled that she was still a ways from home.

She turned her head and glanced over to her right to spot her new companion, Chevias. He was still asleep, his back to her and his tail lying twisted in the dirt like a huge snake. The tail twitched occasionally and Ellie was once again amazed and slightly alarmed at how bizarrely quite Chevias was. Thanks to her father and older brothers, she had been under the impression that all men’s snoring sounded like wild animal growls or saws going thorough wood. But Chevias’ snore was so quiet and soft that it was almost indistinguishable from the rustling of the leaves in the trees above her. She was half convinced he wasn’t actually sleeping, but his lack of response when she softly called his name proved he was.

Ellie got the distinct feeling that walking over to him and shaking him awake would result in her being smacked across the clearing , so instead she sat up and tossed a rock near him. It clacked loudly on another rock near his head, and the witch bolted upright with a startled and sleepy mumble. He came to his senses with amazing speed, considering Ellie had spent about five minutes groggily staring at the sky, and looked over at her.

“Oh right…morning.”

“Good morning….”

Chevias yawned loudly and started stretching, reminding Ellie of the old cats in Flatrend. Ellie tried to get up and was met with a sharp pain in her back and aches in her legs. Chevias noticed her rubbing at her back, “Stiff back? Sleeping on the ground’ll do that. Try twisting and popping it, like this.” He demonstrated and Ellie copied him, flinching in horror as her back made a series of loud popping sounds. However, it did help the pain, and Ellie was able to stand up and look around.

The fire pit in the middle was now just ashes, the smell of smoke still hanging in the air. She looked down at herself and found that the bright yellow of her dress was getting dull with dirt. ‘Just as well,’ she supposed, ‘it was annoyingly bright anyway.’

Chevias was nice enough to let Ellie have some of the water from his waterskin, though it was made of some hard metal and he called it a canteen. She shared some of her bread and cheese the old woman had given her for breakfast, and the two made their way back to the main road to continue their trip.

This walk was much like the yesterdays, though there was less terrified silence on Ellie’s part. They talked for most of the way, but this time Ellie found that Chevias was less willing to talk about himself, to her annoyance and frustration. Ellie was extremely curious about witches, but whenever Ellie asked him a question about him or witches, he would either flip it around to ask about her or smoothly change the subject.

“So, what’s your family like?”

“Oh, what you’d expect. What about yours?”

The chat had been going on in this fashion for a while and at this point, Ellie was quite annoyed with his suddenly suspicious behavior. She put her hands on her hips and huffed, “Alright, why are you acting strange? You were so chatty yesterday, and now you’re dodging my questions!”

He looked a little caught off guard by Ellie’s directness, “What? I’m not dodging.”

“Yes you are!”

He sighed and paused for a moment, thinking about something, before replying. “Ok, look Ellie. The fact of the matter is, part of my job includes keeping my mouth closed about it. Apparently, the higher ups aren’t comfortable with people knowing a lot about witches, so they tell us that the most important part is to keep quiet and not cause any scenes. An annoyingly big part of our training is keeping up conversations while being what they call ‘diplomatic’.” He put that last word in air quotes.

“What they really mean is that they don’t want non-witches in witch business, so they train us to shut our yaps about it.”

Ellie was incredulous about this, “But what about that big story yesterday?”

“I’m allowed to tell people what I’m doing, not why I’m doing it. Plus, you were jumping at shadows yesterday. Let’s just say there’s a big, long list of subjects that are a no-no, ok?”

“Talking about your family is a no-no?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, but stayed silent.

“Right, no-no. Well then, can you just tell me if you’re not allowed to talk about a subject instead of jumping over it? This is all sounding really suspicious.”

He sighed again, sounding exasperated, “Yeah, I know it does. I’ve told my boss a big part of why people don’t like witches is how shady we’re told to act. But she just-” he cut himself off.

“…No-no?”

“Yup, yeah, that was a no-no. Say, why don’t you tell me about your family now, before I start running my mouth again?”

So Ellie talked about her family for a long while. She talked about Wormwood farm’s history, about the dragon scale roof, and about town. She found that talking about her life was a far more productive course of conversation than Chevias’. It seemed every time she ventured to ask about his personal life, he had to shut her down for it being against the rules.

Ellie couldn’t fathom why his ‘higher ups’ were against him talking about his parents or school, or even about where he lives on the occasions he’s not traveling. She didn’t know how they would know if he did talk about them, but when she voiced this question, he just shook his head again. It was quite frustrating, so instead of trying to pry information out of him, she buried her curiosity and tried to focus on chatting about the other kids in town and how big a deal the adult made of the school teacher’s alleged affair with the butcher.

“I’m actually not really sure what an ‘affair’ is, but it must be something really terrible for the adults to almost kick them out of town over it. Do know what it is Chevias?”

He had seemed to be amused by the small town gossip, but Ellie was surprised by how loud he laughed at that question. His laugh was sharp and barking, and surprisingly shrill compared to his normal voice. He quickly reigned himself in and chuckled, “That’s something for your parents to tell you, not me. So, did they get kicked out?”

As a matter a fact, they hadn’t. Ellie hadn’t been there to hear it, but apparently there had been a big commotion in the square one afternoon while she was helping her brothers fix the henhouse roof. After that incident, the townspeople stopped pestering the teacher as much and instead focused on the teenage son of a merchant who lived in town. She relayed this to Chevias.

“Why’d they do that?”

Ellie shrugged, “I kept hearing different stories. Harriet Row told me that he made a mess of the statue in the middle of town, but Eddy Warthren said he’d harassed a lady and had a fight with her husband. Then Sarah Trout said he’d set off some kind of explosion, Trevor Grove said he won a duel to the death in the square, and Patrick Morton said that he’d let a bunch of wild cat’s loose on a fish merchant! By the time I heard about it, there were a thousand different stories!”

“You couldn’t just ask someone who was there?”

Ellie threw up her hands, “You think I didn’t try that? Every time I asked someone who supposedly saw it, they’d just brush me off and say ‘never mind all that’!”

Ellie was surprised she could talk about her town so much. She had always been under the impression that Flatrend was a boring place where not much of note happened. But every time she thought she’d exhausted a thread of conversation, she remembered another funny or odd thing that happened. She had also been worried that Chevias would quickly get bored of the silly nonsense and stop paying attention to it, but she found that either he was genuinely interested in the goings on of a small town, or he was just an excellent listener. Anyone else she knew would’ve tuned out long ago.

As she recounted the tale of when a horde of the town’s troublemaking kids had plucked a bunch her family’s chickens so they could tar and feather the statue in town square, Chevias stopped walking abruptly and interrupted.

“Hey, we’re almost there.”

She stopped next to him, “Almost where? I don’t see the town.”

Indeed, it had been several hours, but they were still far from town. Chevias pointed over to the right side of the road, “This is the turn off for where I’m going. It’s a bit of a detour, but there’s a way to get to Tyman from there to.” He paused a bit, “This way might even be safer than the main road.”

He started heading for the edge of the forest before looking back at her, “Last chance to change your mind. Are you coming or not?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Ellie dashed after him and followed him off the road. Unlike the path to the clearing, which had been completely hidden aside from the scratches of Witch-Speak on the trees, this path was marked by nothing more than a thin deer trail. Ellie had a bit of trouble pushing through the thick brush, but Chevias seemed to know the path down to each step to take.

“So where are we going?”

“To a small, unnamed lake. It shouldn’t be far. I was told it was about a ten minute walk from the road.”

“You were told? You mean you’ve never been there before?!”

“No, not to this place specifically. Don’t worry, I know where I’m going. I don’t get lost.”

His confidence made Ellie want to believe him, but she wasn’t entirely certain anyone could keep they’re bearings in the forest like this. If it wasn’t for the barely-there deer trail, she wouldn’t have known if they were going straight or in circles.

After a few minutes of walking deeper into the forest, doubt started to creep up from the recesses of her mind. The darkness of the foliage and the stiff air were causing her mind to swing back to the anxiety that had been waiting to resurface. ‘Idiot,’ a voice told her, ‘you’re an idiot! You should’ve waved goodbye to him back on the road and made your merry way to Tyman. But nooo, you decided to put your faith in a witch! You let one of the most notoriously untrustworthy creatures in all of creation lead you off the road and to Thia knows where!’

‘Chevias has been nothing but nice and helpful,’ Ellie argued with the voice. ‘Yes he’s a little suspicious, but if he’s not allowed to talk about things, then I should respect that. Besides, he didn’t force me to follow him! I had every opportunity to go on without him!’

‘Then why didn’t you?!’

Ellie wrestled with her doubt for a long time, not even noticing that she was making a very troubled face that Chevias could clearly see. He didn’t try to snap her out of it though. If anything, he found the fact that everything she thought showed on her face rather funny.

So he didn’t bother her fight with her inner turmoil until they finally reached the lake. He had to reach out and grab her shoulder to keep her from walking right into it.

“Ah!” The feeling of his hand brought her back to reality quickly.

“Watch out. It’s a steep drop down.”

So it was. Ellie looked around at the strange lake. If you could call it a lake, that is. It was almost perfectly round, and about ten feet in diameter. The water in it was a murky green from algae and lily pads, and the bottom of it was completely obscured so you couldn’t tell how deep it was. It had less of a bank than a steep drop into the dark water. It had no sign of a creek or stream running through it. It looked more like a man-made pond than something you’d find in the middle of a forest. “Chevias, you said we were going to a lake. This doesn’t look like a lake.”

He scratched his head, a little puzzled, “Yeah, it does. Errol told me it was a lake, so I thought it’d be bigger.” He started digging through his bag and mumbled, “Though I suppose it is a lake for someone his size.”

“What?”

“Anyways, this is defiantly it. Look here.” He walked over to and crouched beside a rock that was sitting besides the pond. Ellie joined him to see that the rock had some now familiar looking scratches. Below the scratches and taking up the majority of the rock was peculiar handprint with only four digits; the thumb and three fingers.

“What’s this?”

“The entrance.”

Chevias finally pulled what he’d been looking for out of his bag. It was a slim book with a silvery, metallic-looking cover. Ellie looked at it with wide eyes. “What’s that?”

He smiled, “This is a grimoire. Can’t tell you more than that though. Sorry.”

Ellie pouted as he opened the book to reveal…blank pages. The pages of the book were a little odd, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was about them that was strange. She raised her brow, “It’s blank.”

“Yup.”

Chevias ran his finger down the center of the book and, to Ellie’s shock and amazement, the book lit up with bright green lettering. She gasped as the green light crisscrossed into Witch-Speak across the pages. Then, as she watched, Chevias gave the book a command. He only said one word, and she would bet it was in Witch-Speak because she’d never heard anything like it.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t tell.”

She huffed, “So you can do whatever this is right in front of my face, but you can’t tell me what it is?”

“Yeah, that’s how it works.”

“That’s stupid. These are stupid rules.”

“They are, but I still have to follow them. Now pipe down.”

She didn’t know what it was he told the book to do, but the characters on the book pages flashed and changed, settling into a single line of letters. Chevias tapped those letters with his finger and then the pages once again filled up with Witch-Speak. Chevias gave another command and the letters flashed and changed once more. This time he took the time to read what was on the page instead of poking at it.

“Ok…ok, simple enough. Easy.”

He reached over to the stone and placed his hand over the print, pressing his pinky and ring finger together so they’d fit into the groove made for one. After settling it into the indent, he glanced back over at Ellie, “Stand back, ok?”

She obeyed and hopped away from him as he looked back at the book and read aloud from it. He rattled off a string of Witch-Speak that sent a chill up Ellie’s spine. From the snippets he’d said, she could gather that Witch-Speak was a language mostly comprised of hard constantan sounds and lots of ‘sh’ noises. It wasn’t a pretty sounding language, like Runic or Hedeshoi. It was slithering and clicking, harsh and sharp, like the lettering that matched it.

As the last syllable left Chevias’ tongue, the scratching above the hand print started to glow the same green as the grimoire, and the ground trembled a bit as the sound of rushing water filled Ellie’s ears. She looked back at the pond to see that the murky water was draining from the pond at a startling rate, disappearing within a few minutes.

Ellie peered into the now empty hole in the ground, astounded, as Chevias stood up. She saw that the muddy water had been concealing the fact that the pond was quite deep; a little deeper than Chevias was tall. “Well, that’ll do. Come on.”

She gaped at him, “Come? Come where?”

Then he hopped down in the hole and landed without slipping on the slimy pond scum and vegetation that had sunk to the bottom. He turned back to her and held out his arms, “Come on down, I’ll catch you.”

The look on her face told him what she thought of that.

“Don’t worry, I won’t drop you. Unless you’d rather try to come down yourself.”

Ellie was always a little frightened by heights, as her father can attest from when he tried to put her on his shoulders. Although the drop wasn’t terribly high, it was still a little under six feet. Ellie was a rather small for her age, and she only came up to about the bottom of Chevias’ ribcage. She looked for another option but found that the walls of the pond were made of a smooth stone; it was defiantly manmade. With no way to climb down, she sighed and steeled herself.

She dropped off the edge and quickly landed in Chevias’ arms, who barely dipped down under her weight. She didn’t know if she should be surprised by how strong his arms felt considering how skinny he was, or not at all considering she watched him drag a bear off the road.

Either way, he set her down on her feet quickly. “Alright, start kinda shifting all the debris around. There should be a hatch door on the floor.”

It wasn’t one minute before Ellie tripped over it. She would’ve landed with her face in the algae if Chevias hadn’t lashed his tail out and caught her by the waist with it. His tail was as thin and flexible as a length of rope and just as solid and steady under her weight as his arms. She was genuinely creeped out by it, only able to remember a picture of a snake squeezing the life out of its prey she’d once seen in a book, but sputtered a thank you as he uncoiled it from her and walked closer to see the door.

He crouched down and wiped the debris off it, revealing a metal door with no visible handle, knob, or hinges. Instead, there was only another one of those strange handprints on the center of it within a circle of Witch-Speak. Chevias opened like he drained the pond; he put his hand on it and read a line from the grimoire. This time, it wasn’t as responsive. The letters flickered a bit, as though trying to obey him, but having trouble doing so.

“Come on you piece of….” He muttered and banged on the hatch. The lights blinked on and stayed steady as a soft whirring noise sounded, and the door swung up and opened by itself. It revealed a hole going down with ladder rungs protruding from one side. Ellie peered down and could see that there was a landing not too far down that lead to a narrow corridor that sloped down into darkness.

“What in Thia’s name IS all this?”

Chevias was already starting to climb down the ladder rungs, “It’s an old bunker. Two-hundred years or so ago we built hidden bunkers like this to house soldiers for the war. They’re scattered around, but most of them have been forgotten. Records of this one were only recently dug up.”

Ellie started down the ladder after him, “I’ve never heard of anything like this!”

“I’d be surprised if you did. I didn’t think there was any this far west, but I guess they managed to scrap this one together right before the tables turned.”

“Wait, is it ok for me to be here?” As she asked this, Ellie reached the bottom of the ladder and stepped onto the landing, squinting into the darkness to see what looked like entryways lining the walls of the hallway.

Chevias nodded, “Yeah, it should be fine. It’s not like it’s a secret that places like this exist. There’s one over in Ovanhagen that’s been converted into a kind of museum.”

Chevias reached over to the wall beside him and firmly placed his hand on some kind of panel, and then the dark gloom of the bunker was alleviated by a red glow from the rooms lining the halls that spilled through the doorways. The whirring noise sounded again and Ellie looked back up to see that the trapdoor was closing on its own. As it shut, there was a faint but strange sound that a little like wheezing that was followed by the muffled sound of running water. Now that the door was closed, the pond was refilling.

Chevias started walking down the path and Ellie hesitated a moment before following him. The corridor was just wide enough for two adults to walk abreast, and was oddly sloping downwards, but the rooms were level, as Ellie saw when she passed the nearest one. The rooms were huge and filled with dusty looking beds. The bedding was mostly tattered cloths and what looked like rolled up clothes for pillows. The red light shone from a huge plate in the ceiling, strangely bright and vivid and cast deep shadows across this gloomy, forgotten place.

Each door had scratching of Witch-Speak above them that also glowed that menacing red. She wasn’t entirely certain, but Ellie could guess that they denoted what kind of room was below them. As they descended, they passed one set of what she assumed were barracks after another, until finally the hall leveled out. Ellie had no idea how deep underground they were, but the mere thought of it was about to give her a bout of claustrophobia.

To combat the panic that was welling up in her chest, she started talking again. “Chevias, why are the lights red here?” She had expected her voice to echo, but the echo she got was far louder and creepier than what she expected. Her voice reverberated for a full minute before finally dissipating.

“Red light is easy on the eyes. If someone stumbled in here at night, they wouldn’t be totally blinded by it.”

“Oh…well, umm…can you tell me what happened here?”

Chevias glanced at her before quickly looking away, his face hard as the stone around them. “I know rural towns don’t have the best schools, but I know they teach you that much.”

Ellie gulped and cowered at his sharp tone, falling a few steps behind him, “Sorry.”

“Ellie, for future reference, NEVER bring that up around a witch. Some are a lot more sensitive about it than others.”

“I’m sorry…I really don’t know exactly what happened though. They’ve taught me about the Great War and before, but they always skip what came after. Whenever I ask about it, the adults tell me that it’s something complicated and that they’ll tell me when I’m older.” She wrung her hands nervously, trying to keep her voice from trembling, “…It must have been something really bad though…I can tell.”

Chevias sighed, “I guess that makes sense. You’re still a kid after all….” He stopped and turned to her suddenly, startling her. “Listen, when they do teach you about it, they’re probably gonna tell you a lot of…” he trailed off, looking for the right wording. “Well…just keep in mind that every story has two sides, ok?”

Ellie wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that, but nodded anyway. She guessed it would make sense when she was older. As much as that notion annoyed her, right now she just wanted this uncomfortable conversation to end. Asking about the time after the Great War had clearly been a mistake; the stale air in this bunker was almost suffocating with tension and Ellie was wishing she’d kept her mouth shut.

Chevias spun around and started down the hall again, “Sorry if I scared you. Come on, we’re almost there.”

She didn’t bother asking where exactly ‘there’ was, but followed him silently. The idea that maybe she should’ve parted ways with him back on the road flittered through her mind again, and not for the last time.

It was about another five minutes of awkward and silent walking before they finally reached something other than barracks. The right side of the hallway suddenly gave way to a gigantic room and the left side was adorned with the only actual door they’d seen down here. The door was wooden and had a glass window at the top of it, but it was oddly opaque and dappled looking. Both had more glowing Witch-Speak to their sides, and the giant room was lit by another plate of crimson, this one enormous. It was full of tables and chairs, with what looked like in the gloom long counters towards the back.

Chevias spoke up, “That must’ve been the cafeteria. And that’s the main office. Come on, we’re going to the-“

A long, loud grumbling sound interrupted him and Ellie grabbed at her stomach, her face heating up.

Chevias was clearly trying his best not to laugh in her face, “Pfft…yeah, it is about noon, isn’t it? We can sit down and eat first.”

He walked over to the table nearest to the entrance and pulled out a chair. He frowned at the tabletop and swept his arm over it, sending a cascade of dust flying to the ground.

Ellie delicately walked over, looking cautiously around the room. As hungry as she was, the idea of eating in this tomb was intimidating. The idea of the shadows leaping at her didn’t seem so silly here, and she wondered how the soldiers that were once quarted here could stand it. Even so, she forced herself to sit at the still somewhat dusty table across from Chevias and pulled the last of her bread and cheese out of her basket. “The lady only gave me enough for myself, so there’s not much left….”

“That’s ok. I’ve got…” he rooted around in his bag, “…jerky!” He pulled a small bag filled with sticks of dried meat out. Combining that with the bread and cheese made for a decent meal, and Ellie stuffed down all she could get.

“Take it easy Ellie. We’ll be in Tyman by tonight and we can get dinner at an inn, ok?”

She swallowed her last bite of bread, “Speaking of which, what will we do about food for the way to Flatrend?”

“I’ll spot you a bag in town so you can carry some things-”

“I-!”

“Don’t argue. We’ll buy some provisions the morning after we get there. We’ll spend the next night to rest and head out the next morning. If we can get someone to give us a ride, we’ll do that. But we have to be prepared if no one wants to. Then we’ll make our way and I’ll hunt for dinner most nights. Sound like a plan?”

“It does…I suppose….” Ellie wasn’t too happy about having to spend an extra night in Tyman, but she supposed it was necessary for the long walk ahead of them.

“…Wait Chevias, you’re going to pay for all this? Do you even have the money?” Ellie recalled his story about being stranded in Weshan because his employers gave him the bare minimum, so how could he have enough to pay for all this?

At first she expected him to say that he wasn’t allowed to tell her, but he responded with, “You remember that I had a run in with goblins last night? Well,” he pulled a very fat and bloodstained coin purse out of his bag, looking a bit smug. “This should cover it.”

It was the fattest bag of coins she’d ever seen, and she was a bit impressed that a band of goblins managed to get a hold of that much. “Yeah, that should work. But can I ask you something I’ve always wondered? What do goblins need with money anyway? I always hear about how they steal things and raid towns, but I’ve never heard about one actually using the money they steal.”

Chevias shrugged, “I don’t know, I’ve wondered the same thing myself. They’re not smart enough to use it for anything and no one would sell to a goblin even if they tried bartering. Maybe they’re just dumb.”

He laughed and pocketed the purse again, “On the bright side, if I’m ever strapped for cash I can just find some goblins. Even a little group of them is bound to have some money on them, and they’re not hard to find.”

True enough, but the way she was sure Chevias took the money from them made Ellie pity goblins, even if just a bit. He gave the impression that he didn’t care for goblins enough to give them a chance to run, and she was glad she wasn’t in their position.

‘Not that that’s my business. I’ve never actually met any goblins, but I’ve heard they’re nasty creatures. He’s probably doing the kingdom a big favor by getting rid of them.’

Chevias tucked away the rest of the jerky and stood from his chair, “Alright, let’s get moving. The sooner we’re out of here the better.” Ellie couldn’t have agreed with that statement more and stood up with him. They reentered the hallway and Chevias walked over to the door he had earlier identified as an office. He put his hand on the panel next to the door that was much like the one that turned on the lights.

The panel flashed red and gave five long, annoying sounding beeps, then did nothing.

Chevias growled, “Uggghhh…” Then he grumbled something in Witch-Speak that Ellie was ninety percent certain was a swear.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s only supposed to open for authorized personnel. Stand back, I’m going to bust it open.”

She jumped a few feet away, “How?”

He hesitated with his hand on the door, “…Ok, I’m gonna do something, but freak out, ok? It’s totally normal and I’m not going to hurt you.”

Ellie wasn’t sure what to say to that. She was sure that he was about to open the door the same way he killed the bear, the goblins, and skinned last night’s dinner. Last night she had been scared of him enough to not want to know, but now her curiosity far outweighed that. So she nodded, “Ok, I won’t.”

“Alright. Just stay back; I don’t want any glass hitting you.”

Ellie stared at him intently, waiting for him to do something odd. She waited a moment and nothing seemed to happen. He just stood there, his shoulders and tail stiff as he expected her to start screaming. She flicked her eyes down and up, then down again as she finally saw what had changed.

What had been Chevias’ oddly pale, but otherwise perfectly normal hands had been replaced. Now they were pitch black, and each finger had been replaced by a long, sharp looking claw. Ellie’s breath hitched and a squeak escaped her throat.

“It’s ok!” Chevias held up his new hands, “This is just something I can do! Please don’t scream, the echoes in here are bad enough at normal volume!”

Ellie let out her breath and forced herself to suck in one after another to prevent a scream, “Ok, I’m alright. W-what exactly is that?”

He waved his hand and Ellie could swear she heard the faintest sound of splitting air as the knife-like claws swept through the air. “They’re my hands.”

“I can see that, but happened to them?!”

“It’s just something I can do. It’s as normal for me as being able to walk is to you.”

“Can…can all witches do that? I’ve never heard that witches could do that.”

Chevias sighed and put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes.

“You can’t tell me? Fine…just-just open the door already. I want to get out of here.”

“Alright,” he turned around to face the door, “you know, you took that better than a lot of people have. Once time a grown man ran away from me screaming after I saved his life and a kid your age fainted. You’re pretty level headed for your age.”

“Thank you...?”

Chevias reared his clawed hands back, “Shade your eyes, you don’t want any splinters flying in them.” Then he started to hack through the thick wooden door, his claws slicing through it like it was made of butter. Ellie had seen her dad chop fire wood before and not even the sharpest, most well made axe money could buy would cut through solid wood as cleanly and easily as those claws. In fact, chopping and cutting weren’t the right words for it; the claws were gliding right through it, so sharp that the wood wasn’t resisting them at all. Ellie could only stare wide eyed and wonder just what all those blades could cut through.

Chevias finished cutting a large hole out of the middle of the door, and stepped back to look at it, “Yup, that outta do it.”

Ellie watched as his hands shifted back to their normal, human shape. They shrunk the slightest bit, as though that form had made them swell up a bit, and the claws receded until they were the normal, blunt and human shape and length. Then the blackness that coated his skin like ink pulled back and disappeared beneath the cuff of his shirt. All this happened in just about two seconds; if Ellie had blinked, she’d have missed it. It was also, like the rest of anything Chevias does, an eerily quiet process. Perhaps you would expect such a drastic change to be accompanied by the sound of clicking or crunching bones, or a sandpapery, slithering noise as the inky blackness crawled onto his skin, but it was completely silent. It was no wonder Ellie hadn’t noticed anything at first.

Chevias went through the hole into the dark office. Ellie waited until another crimson light flickered on, bathing the room in that eerie glow before following him, being careful not to scratch herself on the wood.

The office was sparse and messy; it looked like it had been ransacked. The desk had been overturned and flung across the room, the book shelves had been cleared of anything that was once on them, and a tall cabinet with four drawers had been yanked out and emptied. Despite the mess, there wasn’t a single scrap of paper strewn about.

“There’s nothing here.”

“They must’ve cleaned it out before leaving. Come on, see if you can find a metal plate. It’ll be long and rectangular, with some Witch-Speak on it.”

It didn’t take long to find. It had been stuffed behind one of the open drawers of the cabinet, obviously hidden.

Chevias picked it up, appeared to read the Witch-Speak for a moment, before turning to the back wall of the office. It was unadorned except for a slightly indented portion of the wall. Ellie would’ve missed it entirely, but Chevias seemed to have known it would be there.

He walked over and placed the panel into the indent. The Witch-Speak flashed, this time the same light green as Chevias’ grimoire. Then the wall behind it opened up and slid to the side.

It was high up, so Ellie had to stand on her toes to properly see what was inside. She was a little disappointed. The wall had opened up to reveal what looked like a safe. Ellie had been expecting a safe to contain jewels, or valuable information. The contents of this safe were mostly…junk. There were several items in it, most of them made out of what looked like copper, steel, and another bluish metal that Ellie didn’t recognize. They looked like tinker-toys, or pieces of a clock tower…Ellie wasn’t sure how to describe them.

Chevias ignored the large pieces of metal and pushed them out of the way until he found a box. The box was somewhat small and covered in very dusty velvet. He pulled it out and opened it.

The box contained a necklace. Now, a necklace was closer to what Ellie imagined belonged in a safe, but this necklace hardly looked valuable enough to stow away. It looked like a piece of junk that was laced onto a string. It was a flat, irregularly shaped piece of metal that was silvery-blue in color (at least Ellie supposed it was, as it was currently bathed in the red light). It had a strange pattern and was otherwise un-noteworthy.

“You came all the way down here for this? Who would want this?”

Chevias shrugged, “Who knows, I’m just an errand boy. Come on, let’s go.” He turned around and started heading for the door.

Ellie glanced back at the still open vault, “Aren’t you going to close it?”

“No point. Even if someone found this place, those things aren’t valuable anymore.” Naturally he didn’t explain why these items were useless, or what their original use was. He just exited through the hole and didn’t look back. Ellie scrambled after him.

Instead of heading back the way they came, Chevias lead her further into the bunker, finding that the floor began to slope up again and that the rooms on this side were a bit different from the ones on the other.

Several appeared to be armories filled with dusty, ancient looking weapons. None of them looked fancy or particularly valuable. Another room was a sprawling one filled with empty shelves. Ellie wasn’t sure if this had been a larder or a library, but she supposed that it didn’t make much sense for an army to carry a library around with them. They passed another particularly large room that looked like an infirmary with beds surrounded by tattered curtains, trays with abandoned medicine, and shelves of old bandages. Even in the crimson light Ellie could see that most of the beds were covered in bloodstains.

They passed several rooms that were identical to the ones above and several more that Ellie couldn’t fathom the purpose of, like rooms filled with large bird cages and rooms with nothing at all.

They walked and walked and walked for what seemed to Ellie like an eternity in this dreariness until the hall finally came to an end.

Instead of a ladder and a trapdoor, like the other end of the bunker, this end was a door. A big, heavy looking metal door. Chevias opened this one just like he did the trapdoor and it swung open at his command. Ellie looked through the door to see that it was surrounded by dead leaves and debris and that there was a steep and narrow set of stairs going up for awhile. At the top of the stairs, the first natural light she’d seen in hours spilled in from a hole just big enough for an adult to squeeze through.

Chevias climbed the stairs and, with his lithe form, slipped through the hole as easily as a rabbit. He turned around, “Come on, you’re almost there!”

Ellie clambered up after him and grabbed his hand through the hole. He pulled and picked her right up out of it. Ellie gratefully breathed in the fresh air as Chevias set her down. She was so thrilled to be at ground level again that she barely noticed the way the setting sun stung her eyes.

Chevias shaded his eyes and looked around, “Alright! Tyman should be about a half hour’s walk from here. We should be able to make it by nightfall.”

Ellie squinted and looked at her surroundings. The hole that lead to the hidden bunker was nestled between the roots of a large tree, hidden well from all but bunnies and squirrels. The tree wasn’t especially odd looking, except that it was surrounded by the same kind of stone markers that had surrounded the clearing last night. She supposed that anybody who didn’t know what they were would easily overlook these signs, and that one of them must point the way to Tyman.

“Come on Ellie, we wanna get there before it gets too dark!”

“Coming!”

Ellie glanced back at the hole, so dark and innocuous you’d never guess what was down there just by looking, before following Chevias as he stepped over one of the stone markers.

#mystery #adventure #fantasy #AWitch'sTail #tapas #tapastic #tapasbook

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centuryofdean · 8 years ago

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When Lightening Strikes - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

“Wake up Kili, it is time to leave The Shire.”

No matter how hard I tried to hold onto the dream, sleep would not find me and bless my wish. Fili sat at the edge of the couch we were sharing for the night, pressing into my legs to wake me.

Laurel.

As always her face was a blur but the ache in my chest that went to sleep with me awoke with me; this time with vigor. It was surprising I woke this time with a smirk.

She actually kissed me.

The memory was still fresh in my mind, almost as if I could still feel her soft sweet lips upon mine. Sometimes I wondered if it were only just dreams. She speaks of how I am merely just an imagination, and everything I do and say is her wishes. If it were truly that way, which we are creating an image of each other, who is to say that she is not just an imagination of my mind? That would simply be unfair. If it were my choice, I would have not had her run from me. We would have been embracing and sharing kisses much sooner.

Not on the last dream I would ever share with her.

“What of Bilbo,” Fili asked, grabbing his weapons and rising to leave. I followed his lead, placing two daggers in my belt and boot and grabbing my arrows and bow.

“All we can do is leave the contract. If he wishes to accompany us, he will find us,” Thorin replied.

Together the lot of us rose and left the hobbit’s home and quietly as we could. It was not my first time meeting a hobbit, though after I met Bilbo, the similarities between him and Laurel were strong. The greed I felt to see her again was almost stronger of that of the need of this quest.

Just outside The Shire we met a farmer with ponies for hire. Gandalf took lead on his stead and we were off on our quest.

Fili rode in the last of the line of ponies with me. Out of the thirteen dwarves, Fili and I were the youngest. For most of our lives we were raised by Mother, father had passed in battle with Orcs. Uncle Thorin was around for much of our childhood. We were told of the tales of our people and how our home was stolen from us by the fire drake Smaug.

It was only a few months ago that he approached my brother and myself, declaring that he, Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, was going to take back the Lonely Mountain. We promised Mother we would return as princes of Erebor and bring her home.

“Did you see her in your sleep again Brother,” Fili asked softly.

For twenty years, I dreamed of Laurel. I do not know how old she was when I started dreaming of her, but she was very small. Most the dreams I had were of her, doing something ordinary such as chasing butterflies and sliding down snow covered hills on a piece of colored wood of sorts. I watched as she attended a ceremony were all the humans cried and spoke of a man.

Each of these dreams she was unable to see or hear me. It was as if I were invisible.

There were dreams where Laurel was barely clothed, only small pieces covering her. These dreams I had to focus my attention on other things. It was not until she was matured into a woman that I encountered her in a dream, where she could see me and speak to me.

I was amused that she was hunting a deer to feast upon.

From that one encounter, we discovered that each of us dreamed of the other. This encounter led to similar dreams of no talking, but after a while we were able to speak again.

These times in dreams where I could talk to her, understand her and where she comes from, were some of my favorite times. The world that she lived in was one very different than Middle Earth. Each of us had our own questions, very confused of one another.

Over time I came to care for the russet haired maiden. Often times in my dreams I allowed myself the pleasure of braiding her locks and caressing her skin. When I looked into her pine colored eyes, it was if I were already home.

“Yes, I dreamed very fondly of her,” I murmured, “though I am afraid it may be the last.”

A chuckle came from my brother, “It may not. This journey will be long and eventually you will see her again. I am afraid that I am jealous of your maiden that does not exist.”

“Laurel is a true beauty indeed,” I murmured dejectedly, trying to hold onto the last traces of her face that floated in my mind.

“Why do you sound upset,” Fili asked earnestly.

“I think she is a Hobbit,” I muttered.

This brought a hearty chuckle from the blonde warrior.

Bilbo found his way to us, joining the company and continuing on our journey. Once given a pony, the poor fellow already tried to turn back around for a hanky. To say in the least this burglar was not much of an assistance to the quest. He spoke often about how he missed his Hobbit hole and the warm food he often ate on a regular basis. If anything he was more of a bother with his consistent complaining.

All of it made me more irritable due to the lack of sleep that uncle kept us on. Most of the time we were lucky to sleep for a few hours, he wanted to get to the mountain as soon as possible. Though I fully agreed, I wanted to sleep and try to see Laurel once more.

After seven days of travel with no real rest, the company set Thorin straight. Came nightfall the lot of us were camped out with a fire, a nice warm meal, and promised a full nights worth of sleep.

“Kili,” uncle approached me, “take first watch. In a few hours we will have Fili switch with you so that you can rest as well.”

“Yes uncle. I will wake the company if I hear or see of anything suspicious.”

The hill that we found had a pleasant flat bottom to the south that we placed camp in. It also provided for a great vantage point to see from all angles anything that would try to sneak up on us.

I used the time of peace to reflect on the last time I slept and saw her. The ache in my chest returned at the thought, the last I can remember of her face is her pine eyes, everything else blurred into her silhouette. She was so scared of… me. If it were really only just a dream, she was not real, then why would I dream of her fear? I would dream of her desire for me! The fact itself was even more frustrating than Bilbo’s complaining. There has to be more than just a coincidence that I dream of the same woman all these years.

The more I concentrated on trying to envision her face, the sleepier I became. Shortly I felt the drags of tiredness pull me into a soft sleep.

Covered in odd greens and blues, she was walking across sand. The green clothing she wore covered her head and hair. Blue waves crashed against the shore, water tickling her boot covered feet. This was one of the few times she was actually wearing boots.

I even felt the cold of winter’s chill.

Happiness filled me, I had gotten my wish to see her again. It was not as exciting to know that this was not a time of meeting, but I could gaze upon her once more.

When she strode forward, I followed. Not much of anything was happening, it seemed that the walking continued on forever. Suddenly it started to rain. As if I were there, I could feel the cold pelting drops. It did not take long for them to become heavier and more furious. When the quake of thunder exploded around her she turned and started to walk the way she had come.

The water just on the other side of her lit up with the lightning of the sky. Laurel started to run.

I myself was running just so that I would not lose her. The sight of her face was already swallowed by the rain.

Lightning struck, blindingly, just in front of her. Fear grasped my heart.

“Laurel!” My voice was horse and booming, but fell upon deaf ears, almost deaf to my own if it weren’t for the crack of thunder.

She turned to escape the danger, only to be pushed forward into it instead.

A loud crack of thunder awoken me with a gasp.

Laurel, she fell into electrifying lightning.

I looked up into the night sky instinctively to gaze at the storm here.

Something was falling through the air. Was it a bird? As it started to gain momentum the closer it got, I could see it was not a bird at all. It was something much larger. It was coming right for me actually.

With a start I jumped, reckless as I was, holding my arms out ready to catch the oddity.

The force of the drop and thing brought me to my knees, grunting at the impact. With all the gentleness I could bestow I rolled the object into the ground to inspect it.

A familiar ache burst through my chest as I saw a familiar woman. Wearing a worn green short tunic of various hues, and dark blue pants, she was soaked to the bone. Just as I pushed back the hood of her clothing, her russet hair tumbled out. The short breath was stuck in my throat.

Laurel?

“Fili,” my voice bellowed across the valley.

My hands grasped her face, pulling her head into my lap. How could this be happening? Falling into lightning takes you to another world? Voices were vaguely heard coming up the hill. Was she even alive? I lowered my head to her mouth, listening for her breath. A faint inhale and exhale could be heard. Excitement started to bubble up within me.

“Kili, what is it,” Fili asked kneeling down next to me.

A gasp left me, “She fell from the sky.”

“She’s soaked to the bone, we better find a dry space and start a fire for her to warm up,” he whispered urgently. “Do you have her? I’ll go start the fire.”

Her weight was so light, I feared for her health as I carried her down the hill. Gandalf was persuading a fire to life under a cliff where the rain was not so heavy. With some of his powers he allowed a small bubble of clear air. I laid her gently against the ground, and then placed myself behind her with her head against my legs once more. Russet locks were soaked as well, causing me to run my fingers through them.

“Where did she come from,” Gandalf asked.

“Quite literally out of the sky,” I murmured. “I looked up and she was falling, right into my arms.”

“We cannot let this halt our journey,” Thorin muttered as he strode towards all the commotion.

A grunt of sorts escaped me. They would have to have a dragon breathe it’s flames of death upon me before I will leave without her. “Uncle,” I muttered, “we cannot just leave her in this condition. I will not leave her side.”

Thorin crouched down to get a better look at her. Instinctively I wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. Even if I did not want it to happen, there is always one being in this world that could stand between her and me, would be him.

“I know who she is,” I muttered.

“If she is one of your whores—”

“Never,” I growled, “she is of another world…”

#the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #kili #fanfiction #when lightening strikes #kili x oc

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amandahoyle · 4 years ago

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Going to do a little something every day for Pride for my characters. Combining two things in one since I missed yesterday.

This is for day one, yes I get it I’m late. I had a really hard day yesterday.... but here you go.

His fingers were soft over the scars, taking his time to show that even with scars, Gwyn loved to run his fingers along Croi's skin. The soft sounds he got in return made him smile. It was soft, like a cat purring as Croi leaned closer into him. Nuzzling against his shoulder, in a way that sent a shiver through him. Both of their touches were light and new and they took their time. Croi's own fingers found Gwyn's scars. He didn't have as many as the younger but he had never been tortured and he was a very careful fighter. The scars he did have came from protecting others and those he had once trusted betraying him. It happened though not anymore. He rarely trusted and the two he did trust. Arwyn and the man in his arms, he believed they would never do that to him.

"Tell me where you got this one from?" Croi traced his fingers lower over Gwyn's stomach. The scar there was light and he was surprised that the other had noticed it. He barely could see it himself and he knew exactly where it was. Gwyn smiled softly as Croi shifted to rest between his legs, resting his chin on Gwyn's stomach right below the scar. He remembered every scar he had and where he had gotten it from, and it came easily to his mind the minute he was asked. It was getting the words out when Croi looked like that, they had yet to do anything more sensual other than kiss. And even that was soft and fleeting. One of them had to make the move and it seemed that Croi was less nervous about such things than Gwyn was. It probably had to do with him being younger and less scorned by partners. Not that Croi hadn't been turned away, he knew that he had for just being Unseelie and his father's son. But he had never been in a relationship, thought he was in love and been broken and used by the other person. He gave himself with open trust and want and love. Gwyn didn't know how to do that. Not that he didn't trust him, he did but there was a small part of him that was afraid. Not for himself, he didn't care if Croi did break his heart, though he doubted he would. More so now. But he didn't want to hurt the other, even by accident. He didn't want to rush into something, and not have it be perfect for the other. He wanted him happy, to make him happy. It had been a long time since he had given that part of himself to another and he was...for a better term, rusty.

Finally he found his words.

"That one? Was from claws, one of the hunts I went on when I was younger. Not the Wild Hunt kind but an actual hunt like I took you on. I was a boy, and I was still...I still lived in my home." Not something he really wanted to talk about and he was sure the pause in his words made that clear. Croi didn't ask, either way he just waited. His hair falling a little over his face and against Gwyn's skin, making it hard for him to sit still. Luckily he had years of practice and he was able to keep most of his composure for now.

"My Uncles took me out hunting that morn, along with my brothers. It was actually very similar to what we did. We hunted a stag through the woods near our home. My brothers had never been hunting before and it was their first. I was to show them how it was done since I had more practice and they were so young. Edern was only a couple moons younger than myself but Owain was years and he was just there to observe. It was more for teaching Edern how to hunt by himself." It was one of the fond memories he had even though it had not gone according to plan. Edern had gotten excited to hunt with him, and they had made it a competition. Gwyn had been so young then and it had seemed like a good idea, most of the time they made everything between them a game or competition even when it was a bad idea. The terrible idea was that whoever got the first deer was the better of the two. The better hunter, better brother. It was stupid, looking back but he had been so young. They all had.

They had both rushed off into the forest before their uncles could stop them. Owain trailing after them, feeding off their excitement and his own at one day being able to do the same. Owain had teased them, mostly he had teased Edern, about how much better Gwyn was and that he could never beat him. It had been a good day, felt like it at least. The sun had been bright through the trees and the animals had been alive all around them, a pleasant background noise to the boys hollers at each other. Half of the prey had already noticed their approach and made their selves scarce. Gwyn was the first to calm down and take his steps more quietly through the underbrush and his brothers followed shortly after.

"I found it first, the deer. A doe rather than a buck and I let her go. She had a fawn and it would have been a waste to go after them. I remember turning to see if they were alone before hearing my brother Owain cry out. Edern had found a buck but it had already been killed. Instead of moving back to us, he had gotten closer to investigate and the predator had yet to leave. An Oilliphéist, they had caves near our homes and they normally didn't come out often. They were very antisocial creatures. Do you know what they are?" He paused to ask, he wasn't sure if any outside of himself knew what they were. They were basically extinct because of his father and grandfather. Something Gwyn himself felt was partially his own fault because of that day.

"No. I mean I've heard the term. Don't mundanes call them dragons?" He wasn't wrong, the mundanes did. It was an apt description for the most part except...

"They are giant lizards but they have no wings. They are like snakes but with front legs and more teeth than fangs. They live in caves and normally keep away from others. But they get aggressive when they hunt. My brother near lost his life if Owain hadn't distracted it with his cries. Both of them were very lucky. I was not. I heard them and I didn't think before running and placing myself in front of them both. The only reason the claws did not do worse is that I was already a well trained fighter because of my father and also my Uncles had heard the cries as well. It was a deep enough wound that I don't remember much else except waking up with everyone worried over me. It healed quite fine though and over the years its become near invisible. My father and his father however did not forget or let it become a memory. They hunted them down, they are extinct now. As far as I know. I regret that." Soft blue eyes had waited till he was done before dark lashes covered his sight of them. Croi had partially closed his eyes, as he kissed along the barely visible scar. Gwyn couldn't help his reaction to that, he had never experienced that and Croi looked oh so beautiful. Gwyn's fingers found their way into dark curls, holding them back out of the other's face. Tangling his fingers in the soft locks. His breath catching as Croi's lips traced lightly over the scar and more so over his stomach. Teasing lower only for a second, and Gwyn's hips moved without him thinking. The other had an unfair advantage of him.

"It wasn't your fault. Your father made the decision to be cruel on the nature of one. Not you. You are kind, and fair, and gorgeous, and you smell wonderful and I love the scars. All of them. I love all of you."

"You have not seen all of me yet." Gwyn managed the words past the block in his throat. Swallowing thickly to clear it, to chase the nerves and jolts of pleasure that were distracting him. He had a feeling the pleasure was the point as Croi added teeth to his teasing. There was a hiss that escaped past his lips and his fingers tightened their grip. That was new. In all his time he hadn't had that and Croi looked up at him. A pleased smirk on his lips and the blue in his eyes darker the more playful he got. He wanted this, as much as he wanted it perfect. Croi made his patience start to slide away, something no one had ever been able to do before. The younger's own impatience was contagious it seemed when teeth were involved. Well teeth, tongue, lips, any part of the other.

"Keep it up and I might request that mouth elsewhere if you are going to misbehave." The answer he got was soft laughter and Croi's eyes lighting up even more. The younger gave another nip to his stomach before moving up. Tracing his lips over every scar across Gwyn's chest. Taking his time with his one. Asking softly where he had gotten and listening as Gwyn fought to find his breath and tell him. By the time Croi made his way up his chest and along his neck, Gwyn no longer could answer completely. Which he knew was the point. So he let it be, he let himself enjoy it. The sharp pain that melted into pleasure. Gwyn's experience was very limited because he had a busy life and never looked for more and the relationships he had in the past were brief and the sex was...not this. It was there to serve a purpose and not all that much for enjoyment. Croi was wild. It was the best term he could think of it. Teeth came when Gwyn wasn't expecting it and his hands traced over where his lips had already been but at the same time Croi didn't seem to want to take charge. He wanted to explore but it was like he was still waiting for Gwyn to do more first. Right now he wasn't quite capable of that, especially when the other was sucking a dark mark into his collar. Right where it wouldn't be seen, clever. A coherent sentence hadn't made it past his lips, just heavier breathing and soft sounds when Croi hit a more sensitive spot. Yet his hands and mouth had all remained very innocent and Gwyn was over it.

He waited till Croi made it to his lips, and he kept his grip in the other's hair, and used his free hand to get leverage on the bed. Pushing he flipped them over, getting the other underneath him as he returned the kiss. Hard enough he was sure he would bruise his lips but all the teasing as innocent as it had been had still worked him up. A lot. He could feel that it had worked up Croi as well. Their hips were flush against each other, with only the thin material of their pants blocking the way. Gwyn knew that feeling, hard against his own. The kiss turned soft as he slowly pulled back from it to look down at Croi. Untangling his fingers from his hair and brushing the locks back from his face. Croi looked like a cat who had gotten exactly what he wanted and planned to devour it.

"About time. Here I thought you were going to let me just do whatever to you all night. Not that I'm complaining. You do taste wonderful, and like I said I do love every inch of you." Tempting thought if he didn't know better. Croi would have never gotten anywhere, just teased him to death till he snapped. Like now. One leg hooked over his hip, the heel of Croi's foot resting on the back of his thigh.

"You could have just asked, teannas. I have never seen you this way, how was I supposed to know which response you are looking for?" Croi had always been a snark but last time they had lain together it had been soft like earlier. Not that he didn't think the other could be the vixen that laid beneath him, he knew it was there. It was just new seeing it for the first time. Also there was a part of him that did think that Croi was more innocent. Based on one conversation while Croi was in the Hunt. Thinking more on that, it was very clear that he was not innocent and that Gwyn had read between lines that simply weren't there. His own error.

"I'm looking for your response, any. Not a particular one. This isn't a job or a hunt, Gwyn. There is not wrong answer. You don't have to be a leader here with me, I just want you and you don't have to do this. I know that I might have started a little strong but we can stop. Really. I don't need sex with you if you don't want it. I'm happy with you, and I'm enjoying being with you." It was sweet, and he played his fingers along Croi's jaw.

"I never said I didn't want this. In fact I am sure I made it quite clear that I enjoyed what you were doing. We don't need to stop. If you want this, then I am more than ready. I want you happy, however you need. It has been some time and I have never quite been with someone who isn't...." He wasn't quite sure of the term, he didn't want Croi to think he was doing anything wrong. He did quite enjoy the wild pace.

"Less wild than you. No complaints. I enjoy how you are. Its just new."

"Vanilla. I think that's what you were looking for. Mundane, average, bland, boring. I can promise I'm none of that. I like it rough, I like teeth and marks on my skin. I mean I can do vanilla but like you said you 'quite liked it' and I wouldn't want to take away a new experience." Croi's hands which had been resting lightly against his chest had moved to play along his shoulders. Nails dragging lightly to prove his point. Goosebumps ran across his skin in an instant and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"No. No I don't think I want vanilla. Not at all...you are sure? It may not be as great as you think, I am rusty to this." Rusty to doing things for enjoyment as well. Without it being for a bigger reason. His eyes softened and so did his smile. The teasing smirk went away but he could still see it behind his eyes. It was just softened by affection.

"I am very sure. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, its not about experience. Trust me, I've had a better time with virgin mundanes than I have with sex loving fey. Practice helps but not if you are just out for your own pleasure. It will never be good for the other person. That is something you don't have to worry about, you are incapable of only thinking about yourself and you are a wonderful listener. I don't have a precieved notionin my head of how this will be. I just want it and enjoy it with you. Something I have no doubt about." Croi pressed up on elbows to kiss him, stopping any more of his pointless words. Gwyn wasn't inexperience but he knew that didn't matter. Croi wasn't wrong. So he stopped worrying about it, for now. He knew it would take a couple of times before his brain stopped and accepted that he was enough. In all ways.

"Then we are both wearing too much." Gwyn moved slowly to get off the bed and Croi moved with him, stopping his hands before they got to his pants. Gwyn didn't fight him, lowering his hands to the sides as he watched him. Mismatched eyes on blue. Croi took his time removing the rest of Gwyn's clothes, and there was an air of impatience that Gwyn couldn't fight as he kicked his pants off once they were low enough. Tugging Croi back to his feet so that he could return the favor for him. He was beautiful, he had said it before and he would continue to say it.

"Beautiful. Why anyone passed this all up is beyond me? I am very lucky to have you." He pushed him back to the bed, waiting for him to get comfortable on it before joining him. As much as he was impatience, he still had the time and desire to trace his fingers along cold skin. Along every scar, every inch of him. Not all of him was cold, and he was warming up the more Gwyn took his time. Croi didn't rush him or tease this time. He did trace his fingers back and they both took their time exploring the parts of each other they hadn't seen yet.

"I'm an Unseelie, that isn't beauty to those I grew up around and those that took me in were like family. Plus most people find me to loud, annoying, troublesome to date. Sex is one thing but love that is very different." Croi's fingers trailed down lower over his stomach and down more so, tracing lightly over his length, drawing out a soft sound from him. There was the teasing once more, the touch light when he wanted so much more than that.

"You are also an Seelie. You are fey in general, we are not all that different. The only ones that make such rules that seperates us is those who think they have the right too." Gwyn was technically an Unseelie because of his looks, his magic, his role in the Wild Hunt. Croi was lumped in with that because his Brollachan genetics were stronger than his Seelie half. But in truth, Unseelie and Seelies were all the same. They were all fey, one court was just kinder at taking them in than others. Or had once been. Now neither court wanted to have....what they considered ugliness.

"The world are fools if they do not recognize beauty just because it comes in darker colors." Gwyn traced his lips along the curve of Croi's ear before moving down to steal a kiss, breaking off whatever he was going to say. It didn't stop the other from talking, just paused him until Gwyn pulled back.

"Their loss. I'm happy that no one saw what you did. I'd rather be here with you than anywhere else. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Fey or otherwise. I'm happy with you in a way that I never thought I could be. Now enough words." That was the last they spoke of for the moment, their focus purely on each other. Gwyn found that it was quite easy to forget nerves and the outside world once Croi was doing something else much more talented with his mouth. Gwyn laid out on his back, his hand in the other's hair once more. Simply holding on, no pressing, no forcing for more. He didn't have to, it was almost too much at first, and it just became harder and harder to hold still under the other's ministrations. Gwyn had never really enjoyed this much in the past but with tongue and teeth creating pleasurable jolts along his length and through his entirety. He was enjoying it very much and while he was quiet, he showed it as best as he could that Croi was doing wonderfully. His fingers tightening the closer he got to that edge that he wasn't ready to fall over. Luckily for him, Croi stopped, though he had a wide and pleased grin on his lips.

Gwyn leaned into the kiss when Croi shifted up to do so, once more flipping them back over to take charge and Croi did not fight him. He already knew that, Croi had made it clear before that he liked Gwyn in charge and Gwyn was more than happy to do that. He wasn't sure he could do it any other way. He was not nearly submissive enough. He was willing but Croi was much more pliant at the idea that Gwyn was. This was where he had to pause. Yes he had been with both men and women, but often most time was with women. He had more experience there and he still didn't want to hurt the other. Croi showed that he liked rough, he teased about it but there was a difference between rough and just painful.

"I'm not going to break, I promise. Just start slow and use a touch of your magic. I'll let you know if its too much. Promise." Croi leaned up enough to nudge against his jaw before pulling Gwyn into a kiss. Not soft like before but harder, a distraction to keep Gwyn from over thinking things. He was already starting to learn Gwyn better than most others would even dream of. Gwyn paused only briefly before returning the kiss and letting himself relax. Letting Croi guide him without worrying too much. He still did, a little but not enough to ruin the moment. Not to ruin the touch the other's skin against his own, the light chill to it that melted away at Gwyn's own warmth. Not to ruin how easy it was to use his magic and bring Croi closer to that edge that Gwyn had been at himself, not to ruin anything in this moment as he pressed closer. Leaving only enough room between them that he could shift enough to press against him and feel the way Croi's body clamped down and shifted closer to him. Time was lost on him at that point and words and Croi no longer had to reassure him or give him any guidance. Instinct took over for them both. Sloppy kisses were given whenever Gwyn could manage them between his movements and breath. Moans were what filled the silence and in Cro's case, some screams. Nails dragged down over Gwyn's shoulders the closer they both got. That's what this moment was, perfect pleasure with the mix of soft but good pain. Years of pushing everyone away, years of not needing to fill that desire and now he wanted it so much more than he ever had.

Even when he laid still against Croi, his head resting in the crook of his neck, he still wanted more. Not of sex, not that he would complain to more but he just wanted Croi. Once a moon, he knew wouldn't be enough. He would miss him during their time apart and when Winter came again..Time made the heart fonder, but he couldn't imagine being away from him again. He nuzzled his shoulder softly, before leaving soft kisses, in no hurry to move. Croi gave a soft pleased hum in the back of his throat, brushing Gwyn's hair out of his face. Neither seemed in a hurry to move and Gwyn was happy for that. He did shift to pull out but he laid back against him, in a way that he wouldn't be too heavy. There were several beats of silence, Croi's fingers playing lightly along his shoulder over one of the marks he had left with his nails.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you bleed." It did sting but honestly he didn't mind it. He had much worse and this had been done in passion. A good thing.

"Do not apologize for enjoying and losing yourself. It will heal and I would rather have scars from you than anyone else. Croi..." He sat up enough that he could look at him.

"Yes?"

"I...If I did not have those that relied on me, I would not leave your side. I thought that I could put my responsibilities first but I find that harder to think about than I would have thought." This time it was Croi sitting up, shifting to run his fingers along Gwyn's jaw and look at him with soft eyes.

"What changed? When you left before you seemed fine with that choice. With being lord of the Wild Hunt and I, King of the Brollachan." It was the most formal he had heard him ever speak and it made him frown. What had changed? It wasn't the sex, not truly. It had changed before that, that was just the physical side. It was tonight, spending it with him, talking. They had never had that much time together, alone. Never, and he had fallen more in love with him than he had been before.

"I feared that time would have changed your feelings and it did not and tonight has been more than I have ever given and recieved from anyone. It changed things, made them more real. I love you. I hope that is not too soon."

"I love you too and that is never too soon as long as you are ready to say it. You are my sun and moon Gwyn ap Nudd. I would love for you to stay, I won't lie. But I know that you are right where you need to be, the Hunt would not be the same without you. We have tonight and every night once a moon. For now that will have to be enough. We'll figure out the rest." His sun and moon, that was something he had not heard in a long time. It was a way to state permanence between a couple. Not exactly old and forgotten but there were not many fey anymore than wanted love with just one person.

"As you are mine. You are serious, that is not something I have seen in you before. Do you wish to speak of it?" Not that he couldn't be but Croi normally face the world and all his problems with a tint of snark and humor. Right now his features had gone more like Gwyn's own when he was thinking and considering things. A leader. A fierce one who would do what was necessary but what exactly he needed to do, Gwyn could not think of.

"Not right now. Come lay down with me and rest. We still have the day together and I'm in no hurry to ruin this with...business." Gwyn didn't argue, just laid with him. Kissing him softly before letting sleep over come him.

Its long I’m sorry but I love this moment so much.

#my writings #pride month #cuties #absolutely precious boys #have I mentioned I love them so much #its long and I'm sorry

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