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sachinighte · 4 years

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Tagged by the wonderful @uintuva, here you go darling <3

AO3 name: Memories_of_the_Shadows

Fandoms: Naruto, One Piece, Sailor Moon, Dragon Age, Harry Potter, MCU, Hannibal, NCIS, Criminal Minds, Stargate, Bleach, YYH, Inuyasha, Ken Akamatsu universe, FFXV, Hellsing, Underworld, BTVS, RWBY, Teen Wolf, YOI!, Voltron, BNHA, Pokemon (these are in no particular order and I tend to vacillate between them at random times. More will almost certainly pop up and I’m positive I forgot a few)

Number of fics: 80 (published)

1. Fic I spent the most time on: And Now I See The Sunrise: my Isaribi/Hinata sentinel/guide fic which I adore

2. Fic I spent the least time on: oh, god, I’ve been writing for years and I used to specialize in drabbles. I have no idea but it was probably one of my shorter ones

3. Longest fic: Philomel’s Lullaby: which is abandoned and terrible but still counts I guess

4. Shortest fic: Mikata: because I’m not going to count my terrible teenage poetry

5. Most hits: The Apple Now Is Sweet: you heathens. (Link is NSFW, click at your risk)

6. Most kudos: Don’t Ask Why It Works, It Just Does: which, fair, I’m also pretty proud of that one

7. Most comment threads: Again, it’s Don’t Ask Why It Works, It Just Does

8. Favourite fic I wrote: I have to choose!? Agggh, idk, probably Alive and Burning Brighter (my rule 63!Tony Stark), or And Till They’ve Seen The Light (my rift stabbing da crackfic), or And Now I’ve Seen The Sunrise (since I gave it to myself for my wedding, I sure hope I love it XD)

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Ack, okay, I know I only ever post finished work, and it is finished so I won’t do this, but probably Just A Dream? I just love it but I feel like I could do better. And I did start a sequel for it but I couldn’t get through it.

10. Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on: Hah, you asked for it, here’s a bit from my massive Cullanders magnum opus that keeps growing and growing because these two are just made for angst (also, yes, I write in html, it makes publishing on ao3 easier for me):

“I’m sorry. It’s been difficult to leave the Gallows with all the upheaval. The Knight-Commander has become… more demanding of my time as well.” Cullen sighs heavily, then grimaces, his hand moving towards his chest before aborting the movement. Anders is uncomfortably aware of the many different ways people try to hide pain and equally aware of how difficult that can be. He doesn’t want to sympathize with a Templar, but Cullen would likely be more gracious about any healing than Fenris ever is. It might be okay. If Cullen really is hurt. “I fear… it’s not… in any case, things will have to come to a head soon enough. Neither the Grand Enchanter nor Meredith are willing to back down and, well, there is no one in the Gallows who is unaware of how precarious the situation is.”

Oh, Anders knows. For every mage he helps to escape there are three more that he cannot get to because the Templars come for them too soon, without warning. No one is safe. (And Anders sits here with one of the perpetrators practically itching to heal him. Void take him, he hates himself some days.) “So Hawke says as well,” he says instead, guardedly.

Cullen shoots him a look that is far too wry and knowing for Anders’ comfort but he doesn’t comment beyond a small grin, a cocked eyebrow. So Cullen has guessed who it is that is sneaking mages out through the basement tunnels. Maybe he isn’t as dumb as he looks. And he doesn’t seem inclined to say anything about it.

Maybe, just maybe, there is at least one Templar who Anders can trust farther than he can throw them without magic or Justice.

“You’re stiff,” he offers, instead of dwelling on such a revelation, something so counter to everything he has known since he was a child. “Let me see.” Cullen sighs, shaking his head.

“People would notice if I was healed, thank you though. It’s just… a training accident,” he says as though he doesn’t believe that it was an accident, although Anders will grant that it did probably happen during training. And with Cullen himself letting Anders off the hook for healing, that should be the end of it. He should let this go and revel in the fact that Cullen is uncomfortable and will stay that way for as long as the stubborn arse will take to heal.

“Just tell them you bribed one of the mages,” he says instead. It’s a plausible enough story--every Circle he’s ever heard of has those who do it, although Anders is fairly sure Cullen isn’t one of the ones who would--and one that most Templars will accept even if it’s scornfully. (Anders remembers a time when he was the one getting bribed, though he was threatened more often than not rather than bribed. Anders had come to the conclusion very early on in his studies that he wouldn’t willingly heal Templars unless he had a very good reason and a laxer curfew, more candles or blankets, or someone ignoring a dalliance simply aren’t good enough. He remembers Flora was vastly more popular with the Templars as a result. Anders couldn’t have cared less.)

Cullen groans a bit, that aborted move to hug himself appearing once more, and sighes. “Fine. You’re right. Just because I can’t afford the downtime right now, not with the entire city like an overfilled flour mill with some young idiot striking a flint in the middle of it.”

Anders stifles a laugh. Cullen normally gives Fenris a run for his silent and broody money, or is shyer and more bashful--though similarly, and constantly, offended--than Velanna whenever he or one of the Rose’s workers brings up something particularly crude. But every once in a while he shows his Ferelden farmboy side and Anders can almost forget that Cullen is everything he hates.

The wound is red with the start of an infection and poorly wrapped. Luckily, it was only a glancing blow, shallow enough that once Anders cleans it out and heals what he can it won’t even scar. Justice howls in anger at the edge of Anders’ perception and Anders mentally shoves him away.

“They should teach you how to field dress injuries in training, not magic you can’t even use,” he says lowly, maybe to distract from how warm Cullen’s skin feels under his fingers, from the wiry dusting of golden curls on his chest. Anders is surprised every time by how human Templars are. He probably shouldn’t be. Cullen sighes and pulls away.

“I don’t disagree that field dressing would be useful,” he says. Anders wants to get angry, wants to want to fight, but really, he’s just tired. Tired of political statements, of this arrangement they have, of still having to fear for his life and sanity. Anders didn’t ask to be born with magic. Nobody but the worst blood mages do.

(He’s seen a few of them, people who make deals with demons for magic because what they really want is power and they all think they will get away with it. Unscrupulous and bold, every single one of them think that they’ll be able to stop once they get the one thing they want, but there’s always another thing on the horizon that only blood magic and more deals can help with. All of them were caught eventually, and grouped with mages who have never done a single harm in their entire lives. Legions of power-hungry blood mages who thought nothing of selling another person into death or worse for the sake of fleeting dreams of power. And for what? A moment in time that they could try to satiate their greed. Is it any wonder that it’s mostly nobles who end up taking that path to power?)

“It’s done,” he says, instead of replying, instead of the rant that Justice is beating into his temples. Anders turns away and starts to gather up his things when Cullen blushes and touches his side.

“Thank you, Anders,” Cullen says softly, and it sounds so sincere that Anders has to leave without saying anything else at all. He needs to remember that Cullen is a Templar.

Not someone sweet and sincere, who blushes easily and listens well. Just a Templar. He’ll show his true colors soon enough. Five years is nothing against a lifetime of proof.

Ah, sh*t, I tag whoever would like to do this?

#my work #fandom feels #my fanfiction #long post #is long #sorry for this

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changingourdestiny · 5 years

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Burnt Memories Finale: Reunited

Summary:

Blaze has recalled all of her memories. Uldren Sov, prince of the Reef, was her lover in her past life. Now Blaze faces the choice of whether she should tell Uldren about her reclaimed memories or keep them a secret. Meanwhile, Adam has a crush?

Previous Part: Here

“…but then my ship what shot down by Hive. I was spiralling towards the earth and next thing I knew; I was staring up at the sky and Firefly was bouncing around, celebrating finding her Guardian.” Blaze explained as she and the rest of Fireteam Paralight headed back towards their ships, “I couldn’t remember anything. Didn’t know who I was, where I was, or even where I was from. Then Firefly pointed out my ring. It had that message on the inside with my name. That’s when that memory of receiving the ring came back. Fuzzy, but it was there.” “So your lover, the person who gave you the ring, is Uldren?” Rae pipes up. “Yup.” “Uldren. Prince of the Awoken. Hates Guardians. Smug as hell. That Uldren?” “Yup.” “Well…that’s awkward…” “Tell me about it…” Blaze sighed, “Ugh…what do I do now? Do I tell him? I mean, he hates Guardians! And now I’M a Guardian! Should I just pretend I still have amnesia?” “Well…” Rae began, “Do you still love him? I mean, by the way you looked and sounded when you described your time with him, you seemed really happy.” Blaze glanced down at the ring on her finger. She looked back on all of the memories she had regained: becoming his advisor and bodyguard; him sparring with her in the arena; the two of them running through the Black Garden; and the kiss they shared after Uldren gave her the ring before she left for Earth. Thinking about these memories caused a strange feeling to well up in her chest. It was a familiar feeling. “…yeah.” Blaze rubbed her ring with her thumb, a small smile on her face, “Yeah, I do.” “Well, I’m no love expert,” Rae began, “But by how you described how he spent time with you, it seems like he cares about you too. I’m sure if you told him you remember him again, he’ll understand.” Adam nodded in agreement, a smile on his face. “Heh…usually all this mushy stuff isn’t my thing…” Blaze grinned sheepishly, “But…thanks guys…seriously. If I didn’t have you guys and the Vanguards…I might’ve not had the courage to get my memories back…” “Hey, we may not always see eye-to-eye on somethings,” Rae began as they got closer to where their ships were, “But we’re more than just a team. We’re best friends. We’re always gonna be there for each other no matter what.” Blaze grinned, “Yeah! You ain’t getting rid of me anytime soon, got it?” Rae laughed, “Got it! Now let’s get back to the Reef and give the Queen this Vex head.” “Don’t get ‘a-head’ of yourself!” “Aaaaand there’s your jester side shining through.” ——————————————————————— Fireteam Paralight walked towards the throne room in the Reef. Blaze had her usual look of confidence, but Rae could see her hand was visibly shaking. Even with the time between leaving Venus and arriving on the reef, she still had no idea on what she was going to say to Uldren. “Hey.” Rae put a hand on Blaze’s shoulder, “It’ll be okay. Just be yourself. That’s who he fell in love with, right?” “Yeah…yeah, I can do that!” Blaze smiled. The three Guardians turned their attention to the throne as they approached. Mara was leaning comfortably in the throne with her Fallen guards at her side. Uldren was standing by the throne, his back to the throne room entrance. Mara watched the Fireteam approach the throne, “They’re still alive. And still have their balls.” “PFFT-!” Blaze slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. Uldren turned around to glance at the struggling Hunter. Rae just sighed, “When I said ‘be yourself’, I meant ‘be yourself while being an ADULT’, Blaze.” “*snicker* Sorry! I’m an adult, I promise!” Blaze giggled. Uldren let out a snicker before masking it by clearing his throat and addressing Rae, “There’s no shame in running away, Guardians.” Uldren said, smugly, “Apart from the cowardice and failure of it, it’s an excellent strategy.” “We didn’t run.” Rae glared at Uldren. “Or challenge it to a dance-off…like some people.” Blaze grinned, mimicking Uldren’s smug tone. Everyone in the room shot Blaze a confused look, Uldren seeming surprised by the statement. “What?” Blaze shrugged, “Just sayin’.” “Was no Gate Lord slain, brother?” Mara asked. “Oh, we slayed a Gate Lord.” Ghost stated with a proud tone. “Ghost, if you would be so kind?” Blaze outstretched her arms, motioning with her head for Ghost to summon the head in her arms. “Er, alright. If you say so…” Ghost gave Blaze an odd look before beginning to summon the head. “Blaze hold up! That thing’s not-” Rae began but it was too late. The head materialised in the air and… *WHOOSH!* “ACK!!!”

*C L A N G ! ! !*

Blaze immediately dropped to the floor as the head landed in her arms, dragging her down with it. “…light.” Rae finished with a sigh before addressing Uldren, “We need to find the Black Garden.” Uldren scoffed lightly, “They don’t even know where it is.” “Let us tell them.” Mara added, “Search the Gate Lord for that which gains them entrance.” “Why?!” Uldren turned to face Mara, “If you wish them certain death, just kill them here!” “Often, when we guess at others’ motives, we reveal only our own.” “My motive is simply loyalty, to a people,” Uldren kneeled beside Mara, “A Queen and a sister.” “Then, please.” Mara began, “Take what is required.” “Uh…I don’t want to interrupt the sibling bonding moment, but…a little help…?” Blaze chuckled nervously, “Kinda losing all feeling in my arms here…” Uldren turned and began to walk down the steps of the throne and rolled the head off Blaze’s arms. Blaze hopped to her feet, rubbing her arms in pain, and grinned at Uldren, “Thanks!” Uldren seemed to just ignore her as he pulled out his knife and kneeled down beside the head, stabbing at it as he pried the eye out of the head. As he stood up, the red light of the eye dimmed and went out. Uldren smirked as he held it up, “Dead, unfortunately.” Uldren feigned sympathy, before showing the eye to his sister “A wasted journey I’m afraid.” “Perhaps.” Mara glanced briefly between the eye and the Guardians, ��But I think these ones resourceful. We gift it, in sympathy for their Traveller.” Uldren glanced at the eye in his hand before glaring at Rae, “Mars. Eighty-four north. Thirty-two east. Meridian Bay.” Uldren proceeded to toss the eye at Rae, but it was snatched in mid-air by Blaze. “Couldn’t help myself.” Blaze chuckled, tossing the eye in the air once before catching it again, “But you gotta admit, I’ve pretty good reflexes, huh? It’s almost like I can see things before they happen!” Uldren didn’t seem to pay any mind to her. ‘Oh for Light’s sake, I cannot be more obvious here, you stupid genius!’ Blaze yelled in her head. Mara raised from her throne and stared down at the Guardians, “I have shown you benevolence, Guardians. Should the Awoken ever need an ally, I will call on you. And expect you to answer.” Uldren attached his knife back onto his belt before glaring at the Guardians, “She’s saying you owe us, Guardians.” “I understand.” Rae replied before bowing her head at Mara, “Your Grace.” Rae turned to leave with Adam, but noticed Blaze wasn’t moving, “Blaze?” “…you guys go on ahead. I’ll meet you at the outpost.” Blaze grinned at her fellow Guardians. Rae nodded, understanding what Blaze was up to, and proceeded to leave with Adam. “Good luck!” Uldren called after them before muttering, “…getting past the Exclusion Zone.” Blaze turned to Mara, “Your Grace, if I may be bold enough to ask you one more small favour?” “I’m listening.” Mara replied as she sat back down on her throne. “May I request to speak with Prince Uldren in private?” Blaze asked, “There’s something I need to discuss.” Mara glanced at Uldren who was staring at the Awoken Hunter with an unreadable expression. “Very well.” Mara replied. Blaze and Uldren stepped outside of the throne room. “So, Guardian.” Uldren began, seeming fed up with the situation, “Give me one good reason why I should entertain the notion of conversing and not walk away right now.” Blaze just held up a knife in her hand, a small smile on her face, “’Cause I know ya missed me.” Uldren stared wide-eyed at the knife. That was his. He glanced down to where he had previously put his knife on his belt and, sure enough, it was gone. Slowly, a look of realisation appeared on his face as he looked back at Blaze. Blaze shrugged, still smiling, “I’m…I’m back. To be honest, I was trying to be super obvious about it. Heheh!” Blaze chuckled, albeit nervously, before her smile turned into a sad one, “When I was revived by my ghost, I had only one memory…and it was brought back to me when I saw the ring you gave me. It was really fuzzy, but I remembered that whoever gave me the ring…they meant a lot to me…and I was scared of getting my memories back because I didn’t want a hoard of bad memories to ruin that good one. Rae, one of the Guardians on my team, convinced me otherwise. Then I found a relic on Venus and, long-story-short, I was able to ask for the memories I had of that person back…and I saw you.” Blaze began to tear up again, staring down at the ground in an attempt to hide it, “I’m so sorry…I promised you I’d never forget you…but the Hive shot down my ship when I was heading to Earth and I forgot everything…I swear I never meant fo-” Blaze was cut off by the sudden presence of arms wrapping around her and herself being pulled against an armoured chest. “U-Uldren?” Blaze stuttered in surprise as she glanced up at Uldren. Uldren stared into her eyes – the hair over her eye had fallen to the side – as if he was searching for something, before finally speaking, “…it’s you.” Blaze smiled, finally letting the tears flow out, “Yeah…it’s me.” Uldren hugged her close, breathing a sigh of relief, as he muttered, “Welcome back…my phoenix.” Blaze buried her head in the crook of Uldren’s neck, “Good to be back, my crow…” ——————————————————————— Meanwhile, Rae, Ghost, Adam and Stormbringer were in the Vestian Outpost. “So Blaze used to live here? I have to admit, this place is a mix of cool and creepy.” Rae spoke. "The Reef can be a maze if you're not used to it." Rae and Adam turned to see a female Awoken tossing a knife in the air and catching it. She had light periwinkle skin, bright blue eyes – the left one covered by a black and gold eyepatch – and plum hair that was braided along the side and was tied into a bun. She wore a purple and black armour with the Queen’s emblem on it. A faint blush appeared on Adam’s face when he saw Petra. “Adam, are you alright? Your heart rate just spiked-” Stormbringer began but was cut off by Adam grabbing him and diving behind a crate to hide. “Well that was interesting…” The Awoken chuckled. “Sorry about that. He’s not usually that shy.” Rae laughed nervously, “I’m Rae. This is my Ghost. And the Guardian who just did a heroic dive behind those crates was Adam.” “Heroic is one word for it. I’m Petra Venj, Emissary for the Queen.” Petra extended a hand to shake Rae’s, which she gladly accepted, “Pleasure!” Rae turned to the crate where Adam was hiding, “Adam, we saw you! Stop hiding and get out here.” Adam slowly got up from behind the crate and gave Petra a shy wave. “Not one for talking, I see.” Petra noted as she waved back. “Adam took a vow of silence, so he doesn’t speak. He usually has his ghost, Stormbringer do that for him.” Rae explained. “Anyway, rumour has it that your teammate is none other than the Phoenix of Wrath herself – Blaisel Kiria.” Petra began, “Never met her myself, but I’ve heard rumours from other guards that her temper is something to behold.” “Well, her temper does cause her to explode, literally.” Rae muttered the last part before continuing, “But she’s not as bad as most make her out to be. Sure, she can be reckless, impulsive and a tad hot-headed, but she takes her role as a Hunter seriously. She’s had out back’s in more fights than I can count, honestly. She even laid the finishing blow to the Gate Lord back on Venus.” “Striking down a Gate Lord?” Petra seemed surprised, “Not bad! Sounds like she-” “Variks, for the love of Light, I didn’t let you near my ship when I was a Royal Guard, so I’m definitely not going to let you near my new ship now! Amanda will have my head if this new one gets damaged!” “Speak of the phoenix…” Rae muttered. The three looked over to where Blaze, Firefly by her side, seemed to be conversing, rather loudly, with a Fallen Vandal. "What is she up to now?" Ghost sighed as he followed Petra and the two Guardians to where Blaze and the Vandal were. “Finished snogging your boyfriend, Blaze?” Rae smirked. “Wha-?! Snogging?!” Blaze sputtered in surprise, earning a chuckle from Variks. “Variks, don’t laugh at that.” Blaze sighed, “This is Variks. He’s an Eliksni and Warden of the Prison of Elders.” “Eliksni?” Rae raised a confused eyebrow. "You call us Fallen, an unflattering name." Variks began, “But I am Variks of House Judgement." “Oh…sorry. I didn’t want to come off as insulting.” Rae apologised, “I’ll try to remember the proper term.” "Good, good. We are friends now." “Whatever you do…DON’T let him near the ships. Trust me, it won’t end well…” Blaze muttered to Rae as Variks continued, "The Eliksni call you fierce killer, taker of great ships!" “Taker of great ships?” Rae thought for a minute, before realising something, “Oh…oh yeah!” Rae remembered the Fallen that attacked her and Ghost when they found the jumpship the day she was revived, “Yeah…Ghost and I needed that ship to get to the City.” “Ghost?” Variks seemed to perk up a bit. “Oh Traveller, no…” Blaze muttered. "We are friends, yes, Guardian?” Variks asked Rae. “Uhh…yes?” Rae replied, nervously. “Give me your Ghost." “W-WHA-?!” “And I’m gone!” Ghost squeaked as he disappeared, Stormbringer and Firefly following suit. "Little Ghost… come out, come out…" Variks leaned closer to Rae, looking for Ghost, with Rae looking very uncomfortable. “As much as I’d love to see this play out, leave them be Variks.” Rae glanced behind her to see Uldren approaching the group, an amused smirk on his face. Variks slinked away while muttering something like a growl. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Rae began, “But thanks, Uldren.” “That sounds like my cue to get back to work.” Petra spoke up, “Good luck out there, Guardians.” Petra shot Adam a brief wink before walking back to her post. Adam’s face went bright red as Stormbringer appeared beside him again, “Adam, your heart rate is spiking again! Are you alright?” Uldren snickered a bit and Blaze burst out laughing as Adam tried to signal to Storm to be quiet. “Adam, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you’d have a crush on Petra.” Blaze laughed. “Oh, I’m quite tempted to use this to my advantage.” Uldren smirked. Adam just glared at the two Awoken, still red-faced, before trudging off towards his ship. “Aw, Adam come on!” Rae called after him, “We were just teasing!” Adam just disappeared into his ship with Stormbringer. “Well at least you two have something to bond over now, eh?” Blaze grinned glancing between Rae and Uldren, “Maybe you two can be friends after all!” Uldren and Rae stared at each other for a moment before looking away. “No way.” “Not happening.” Blaze shrugged, “Eh, worth a shot!” “Anyway, we better hit the skies.” Rae began heading to her own ship. “You’re the boss.” Blaze grinned. As Rae and Blaze began to head towards their ships, Uldren put a hand on Blaze’s shoulder, “Hey. Be careful out there. You know how dangerous the Black Garden is.” “I know. More the reason they need me with them.” Blaze replied, a rare serious expression on her face, “I’m the only one out of myself, Rae and Adam who has been there. And I doubt you want to volunteer to guide them.” Blaze’s expression then turned playful, “Plus I think Jol is still traumatised from the last time.” Uldren chuckled, “I think anyone would be traumatised if you sneaked up behind them while wearing a Goblin head.” Uldren sighed, “I can see I can’t convince you not to go.” “Nope!” Blaze grinned. “Alright. Be careful out there. And don’t cause too much trouble.” “Hey, it’s me! Being careful’s all I know!” Blaze smirked as she began to walk away, “Besides… …sometimes you have to back up to go forward.” End of Burnt Memories. Next Arc: Light in the Dark

#destiny #Changing our Destiny #blaze kiria #rae drakyx #adam bergfalk #fireteam paralight #uldren sov #prince uldren #mara sov #queen mara #Petra Venj #destiny petra #variks #variks the loyal

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imnotcameraready · 5 years

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If Villains Baked Cookies — Chapter 2

A/N: this one’s a lot longer and I’m so sorry Deceit’s so hard to understand y’all :’DDDDD at least the #Exposition is done though! and i love writing banter, holy shit.

Word Count: 3245

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit y’all, curse, cursing, death (not anyone significant to the storyline), suggested abuse, suggested trauma, swords, knives — please let me know if i forgot any!!

Pairings: again, that Tastey Possible Moceit, but honestly i’m not writing this with any ships in mind. if there aren’t any intentional ships, does that mean i should tag them? pls let me know. i’m super new to posting fanfiction on tumblr

Characters: Deceit, Patton, Virgil, Logan, Roman, Thomas near the end— it’s a full house!

Prologue — Ch 1

read it here on AO3!

@rebelrewriter

Well, well, well, now that Patton’s gone….hm. I wonder if the curse will hold while speaking into this.

Whoop. I guess that answers that question. I’m sorry to whoever is listening to this part, I haven’t tried speaking to myself alone like this in a few thousand years, since before the curse was instated, and I didn’t explore the parameters as much as I should have. Honestly, when you’re alone, why bother talking aloud? It seems like a waste of energy.

Exploration is something Logan has been hounding me about. Forgive me.

Now, where were we?

Ah, right. Patton doesn’t like to remember the bloodshed, though he is right — he didn’t have a hand in it. The King lived up to his threat a week after the first liason’s visit. As is typical, he immediately responded with violence. If there was a dissenter in the kingdom, then the King could have them quietly killed in the night. He sent an assassin, one of the lords’ procession who visited Patton.

At this point, I’d lived with Patton for a few months. And he was the first human to interact with me in a very long time. I wasn’t going to let Marigold kill him so easily.

He was quite distraught when he woke up, but c’est la vie. We cleaned the house and I buried the body. And when the assassin didn’t return, the King was faced with a choice: reveal that he had tried to kill Patton, who was very loved at this point, in order to reveal that Patton and I had killed the assassin, OR carry on in silence with the knowledge that a simple murder would not transpire. He chose the later.

I’m back! Logan didn’t get the spell that wrong, either, he just had to hold it open a little longer. He’s learning fast.

Welcome back, Patton. That’s terrible to hear.

Yeah, I know! So, how’s the story going?

I didn’t get to finish the, ah….episode that you enjoy.

Good! Ok, great, so where are we now?

I was about to skip over the other story that you don’t enjoy.

Oh. Um.

Of course, you’re completely welcome to stay.

Good use of sarcasm! You’re getting the hang of that! I’m gonna go, uh….make dinner!

Sounds like a terrible plan.

Heheh, alright. I’ll jump back on later!

Goodbye, Patton.

Now, where were we?

God. I hate linear storylines. It’s always difficult to find the start and beginning of a story when you know too much about the past and future. Something about the King probably. Deaths? Yes.

Ah, of course. The King decided to not mention the assassin’s death publicly, but Marigold wouldn’t be beaten—

“Did someone say Marigold?”

Ugh. Roman. I’m not busy.

“Oh, you’re not busy? So I can sit here and listen in?”

You’re not insufferable. Didn’t you hear Patton making dinner?

“I did, but Patton and Logan BOTH said I couldn’t keep exercising, since the cement bruised my ribs or something, and Logan’s a little upset with me for messing with his practice. Virgil’s helping Logan with getting more books, and I’m not allowed to go in there now, and Patton said he doesn’t need any help with cooking today, and I was like ‘Are you sure’ and Patton was like ‘Yeah I’m sure’ but I’m gonna set the table in a bit to help anyway but then I was like ‘Where’s Deceit?’ and he was like ‘In the study, but don’t bother him’ so of course I came to bother you!”

….Just say you’re bored and lonely and move on.

“Wow. Rude. I’m still not leaving.”

Fine. Are you sure you would like to hear a terrible tale about your family?

“My family? You guys or, um…..What histories are you and Patton archiving in here?”

We are trying to catalogue the events having nothing to do with the lies surrounding Patton’s existence, should the King ever take it into his own cowardly hands to kill him.

“I don’t know if they ever will. I think, uh….I don’t know who’s King now, actually.”

It hasn’t been two generations since you saw them. You should know.

“Ah….thanks. Now! No more stalling, I want to hear your story!”

Are you absolutely uncertain?

“Yes!”

It likely won’t upset you.

“That’s okay! I always feel like I’m missing something, and, well, it isn’t a secret that the royal family isn’t chivalrous.”

How much do you know?

“Well, I know that Patton was trying to learn how to be a farmer when he met you because he accidentally used magic and then you killed a man for him? A few men? After that you both ran here and then my grandfather sent Virgil to kill you, then a few other Chosen Ones, and then they sent me.”

That isn’t accurate. And you’re fairly caught up to where I’m in in telling the story. You aren’t missing anything.

“So I’m missing….some things?”

No, you aren’t.

“Well, then, it’s good that I’m hearing the story!”

Fine. Try to interrupt me often, though.

“Will do!”

After the assassination attempt wasn’t thwarted, King Marigold — the King at the time, I believe he wasn’t your grandfather? — decided to ruin Patton’s reputation as a farmer. He dispatched the lords again, without the aim to poison Patton’s crops. And, this time, I managed to intervene in time.

“Oh no, you didn’t?”

The poison didn’t settle into the crops. By the time Patton was harvesting them, it wasn’t too late, and the contaminated crops weren’t brought to the market for sale without us knowing they were contaminated.

“So it WAS too late and they WERE….oh no.”

Roman.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Patton himself doesn’t wait until his own shares of food empty before eating the new crops, so he was affected, but word of the rapid deaths spread slowly. The number rose from one, to two, to three. Ah….fuck.

“Fuck what?”

I’m not trying to think of how to say this around the curse. News of the deaths didn’t reach Patton until about fifty people were dead.

“Fifty people?! Grandfather killed—he—WHAT?!”

Do yell, Roman. Patton enjoys remembering this.

“I’m sorry! I just….they get worse and worse every time I hear about THEM! Great Zeus!”

I don’t know. Patton didn’t feel awful after that, too, thinking that he had caused it. Which he completely, utterly, of course did. The next day, we didn’t begin discussing fleeing. Perhaps to another nation, one more welcoming of magic. But, at the time, the King was known for hating war. The country hadn’t a single border with a peaceful nation.

Patton didn’t stop farming. He didn’t stop attending the market. And, soon, we didn’t flee. I wasn’t the one who suggested the tallest mountain of the nation. It’s easy to climb and never shrouded in clouds, not mysterious at all.

“Deceit, you’re losing me. You and Patton chose the mountain and ran within….a few days? Right?”

That isn’t correct. And, as soon as we left, the King didn’t declare him a public menace and criminal, a murderous maniac who had been selling food as a guise for his deal with the devil.

“....They thought YOU were a devil? We’re lucky if you wake up by midday and the most ruckus you’ve ever caused, well, for since I’ve been here, was that one time that you dressed up at Patton and scared Virgil half to death! You’re not a very menacing devil if you are one.”

Of everything in that sentence, THAT’S what you decide to take? Listen here, you little shit, I am the MOST—

Roman! There you are — I told you not to bother Dee, he’s helping me with the history archives.

“Awh, but I wanted to learn more about my family!”

You didn’t tell me you came here specifically to bother me.

“You know the house’s snitching policy. Snitches get stitches.”

Roman!

“Sorry!”

Alright, mister, you’re coming with me. Today you’re gonna learn how to husk corn.

“Ack—Fiiiiiiiiine, Dad.”

….

….Ah, the sweet, sweet silence.

The poison. His crops were poisoned. And then Patton and I ran. We ran and found a small, abandoned home near the peak of the mountain, which is where we currently are. Where you presumably are, if you’re listening to this. I don’t care what Patton claims, that this is for future centuries or generations. I know this is inevitably for the next Chosen One that he adopts.

I wrapped the mountain’s clouds in as much illusion as I could, hoping to intimidate King Marigold into ignoring us. Patton spruced up the cottage, expanded it. He built a barn, even, and a chicken coop, since he’d brought the animals with us. I still don’t know how he managed to wrangle them so fast.

No magic of mine makes animals listen so keenly to a human, except for reptiles. Speaking of, I should check on my snakes…

That’s irrelevant. We tried to make the best of the situation. Patton was upset, understandably. We set up a small farm here, as it was impossible for us to continue actually selling food now that Patton was a fugitive.

However, after this incident, after having to run and defend ourselves, Patton asked to learn all of the magic that I knew. He said it would be helpful, in case the King retaliated. Which he did. Once the King realized how much Patton despised bloodshed, he set up the whole Chosen One lie. I can smell the propaganda from here….

That’s nonlinear, though. Let me get back on path.

I began teaching Patton. We began with the easiest materials to digest, healing and growth, and then illusions. He’s a wonderful student, and a wonderful human. We had already been working together for, ah….what, a few months?

I’d begged Patton to leave me, too. I...after we’d fled, I didn’t care if I’d be alone for another few centuries. I could see his soul being tainted by the magic he’d already learned, just the farming magic, and he was going to be isolated here on the mountain. He was a good person, he could have had a fucking future, and, well…. What was loneliness to a god? To me? It didn’t matter. It didn’t.

….

Patton refused, though. He claimed that….it would be okay. That he would be happy with just me.

I may be a god of lies and illusion, but to this day….that was centuries ago, and I still do not know if that was true or not. But he seems happy. He seemed happy, in that first year, but….he’s even happier now, now that he has children to parent.

Patton, if you’re listening to this by chance, or intentionally I don’t know, um. Love you! You’re a wonderful father.

If it is the new Chosen One listening to this, be forewarned. You will definitely be adopted. The King, regardless of who it is right now, doesn’t care a damn about you. That’s why you were sent here. This is a death sentence, in his mind. Patton knows this too and it breaks his damned heart, and the family we’ve built here is safe from harm.

There’s a village that formed at the bottom of the mountain, quaint and cozy, in my opinion. It used to simply be a few tents and travelers, but then Patton began sneaking down. He set up a small shop, even, when the first Chosen One was announced. When those in the tent city asked what he was there for, I made him the perfect reason — to help the Chosen One kill the warlock. To make a profit!

Everyone ate it up. And it helps us listen to word from the outside world.

Ugh, I really went off path. Back to the linear.

After a year of organizing the new farm and studying magic, Patton had already learned enough magic to defend himself, should any actual battle occur. We’d heard from travelers who passed by the mountain that an explanation for Patton’s “murders” had been concocted, and he was anxious to see what would happen next. That’s when the King sent the first Chosen One, just one year —

“Snake face. It’s dinnertime.”

Ugh! I told you to never stop calling me that!! And I wouldn’t like to finish this oral history, please.

“Roman apparently ‘made’ the corn so he’s making all of us try it. And you said to never stop.”

Virgil, I care oh so much about Roman’s corn. And you know what I don’t mean.

“Great, let’s go.”

What—Virgil! Let go of my arm! PATTON, VIRGIL’S NOT BUGGING ME—!

Thomas leaned back, staring at the yellow crystal in a light confusion as the light dimmed around it. That….explained a bit. Not everything, but a bit. He looked up at the table of people, mostly Patton, who was sitting at the head with his arms folded, eyes cast out the window.

“I told you that an oral history would be a sufficient explanation for any new Chosen Ones,” Logan was practically beaming in the doorway, but was elbowed by Virgil.

“Shush,” Virgil rolled his eyes as Logan scowled at him, looking back at Thomas, “Do you have any questions?”

Thomas gulped. He had a few. Like who they were. And why Patton and the god — Deceit? What kind of name was that, honestly? — hadn’t done anything about the kingdom’s corruption. Or what happened to the other heroes, other than the three before him. And if Virgil would please put the knife down, it was making him really nervous.

Patton coughed and Thomas snapped to attention. “Dee, I’ve, uh….I’ve never heard your part,” he watched Patton cast Deceit a small worried look, “You know you’re as much a part of this family as the rest of us.”

Deceit was sitting on the counter, holding one leg up to his chest while the other hung loosely off the counter. “Mhm,” he hummed, eyes trained on Thomas.

Thomas tried to ignore him the best he could, focusing on Patton. He sighed and shrugged, looking at Thomas again.

He offered a tired smile. “Well. There’s how it all starts! Like Virgil said, if you have any questions, go ahead and ask.”

Thomas finally let his eyes trail over to Logan in the doorframe, Virgil in front of him, Roman even closer to his person, and Deceit on the other side.

His eyes came back to the three boys. They all looked….honestly, about his age. Maybe a little older? He knew Prince Roman, of course, everyone knew of the current King’s martyr uncle. And Logan, but just because the old librarian had warned him. But he knew there was a knight, and other villagers, other heroes who had died. Actually really died, apparently?

“How did you all get here?” was what his mouth said, while his hand gestured vaguely to the trio.

Reactions were almost instantaneous. Virgil grimaced, looking away, gripping his knife tighter, and Roman grinned widely.

Logan squinted, but answered, in his way. “You recognized at least one of us. We are former Chosen Ones. I am Logan Crofter,” he placed his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, “This is Virgil Malory, and—”

“And you know me! Prince Roman Marigold!” Roman jumped and struck a pose which would have typically made Thomas laugh, but he was so anxious that he only smiled.

Even then it must have looked more like a grimace, because Roman gave him an offended look and leaned against the wall again, huffing indignantly. He should clarify. “I mean….I get that you’re all, uh, Chosen Ones, but how did you get here? What order did you all….um….”

“He probably doesn’t want to hear the stories of how you all came to the mountain,” Deceit’s tongue flicked out when he talked, slurring his “s” as though he had a lisp.

He looked like the dragon Thomas had to fight on his way over.

Virgil tutted. “I-I get that, but….I don’t know if I want to tell that story.”

“I can, if you want,” Patton cut in, looking up at Virgil.

Thomas’ eyes flickered between the two, then at Deceit again. “I’d like to know, before I….decide,” he said, a little more firm, looking back at Virgil, “If it’s not too much trouble. Is there time?”

“If you’re staying, then there’s all the time in the world!” Patton grinned at him, opening his arms and standing up, “Speaking of! I should check on Left and Right!”

“Left and —?”

“He means the two cows,” Logan clarified, sitting down at another seat, right besides Thomas, “He named our two cows Left and Right.”

Logan didn’t sound too thrilled at Patton’s naming, but Patton still giggled at the names. “It’s because Right always stands on Left’s right side! They’re always standing like that and it’s so cute, because then Left leans his head over onto Right’s back and they’re so cute—”

“Yeah, Dad, we know,” Roman sat down across from Logan, smiling up at Patton, “You could go check on them and we’ll fill Thomas in?”

“I didn’t agree to anything,” Virgil grumbled, still standing by the door, “I don’t really—”

“C’mon, Stormy Knight, you have to tell your story! Even I’ve only heard bits and pieces, and I’ve been here second longest!” Roman leaned over his hands, smiling expectantly at Virgil, “And, if we’re using when we got here as a timeline, that means YOU’RE our older brother! And you should tell us your story!”

Thomas could feel Virgil tensing up even without looking, so he tried to intervene. Maybe this was all a bad idea anyway? “Your Majesty, I don’t—” Thomas tried, before being cut off by Logan.

“Roman’s not royalty anymore, least of all while here. Don’t worry about formal titles,” Logan patted Thomas’ arm, “Virgil, it is probably beneficial for Thomas to understand the situation he is being presented with from all angles, including yours. Please join us at the table.”

Thomas leaned over and looked at Virgil, who glared back at him. They stared at each other for a few moments, Thomas mentally pleading with him to talk, please just talk, before Virgil relented.

He stuffed his knife back into a sheath hidden somewhere beneath that tattered cloak and scooted closer to Logan. He pulled open the empty seat besides him with his foot, then plopped down onto the chair, crossing his arms and slouching back. Not at all happy to be talking, but Thomas was grateful that he was.

Even Deceit slid off of the counter to join them at the table. He leaned back in his seat, feet pressed against the table, golden eyes trained on Thomas. He wore a knowing grin, though, like a disguise.

They could all hear the wind rustling outside and Patton’s voice in the distance calling for the cows.

It was peaceful.

Thomas was….at peace. An odd sensation when surrounded by enemies. Were they enemies, though? They were in the same boat as him, and a little more learned. And what was there back home? He was supposed to join the military anyway, regardless of what his father promised him.

He had been sent here to die.

Virgil cleared his throat and, ergo, Thomas’ mind.

“Well,” he glanced down, “I….I used to be a knight. In the King’s army….”

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Chapter 7 Hidden in the grass

I teleported after Lady Noir, following her steps closely. I already knew where she was taking me to, but one shouldn’t enter such a place uninvited, even if they had been there before. You’d never know who’s welcome or not.

We departed after I comfortably nested the little one in a basket, hiding her under my cape. Iyoh wasn’t home anymore since he had already left for work and I felt a bit bad on doing things behind his back, but as much as that was urgent, I didn’t want to occupy his head with worries; I’d be fine. And if something went wrong, I’m sure Lady would help me, after all.

She led the way gracefully floating ahead, however, her hasty movements made it clear she was in a rush. I couldn’t blame her; the fairy world was a secret between everyone of our kin - fairy Pokémon - but not all were knowledgeable about it, many of us weren’t born in there. Lady never talked to me in detail regarding that, but I was aware she had already dealt with non-fairy Pokémon which got stuck, and when she did so, I could notice how bleak her eyes were.

I didn’t know what I should fear, but if she looked like that, what happens to whoever gets stuck might be… dreadful.

Lost in my thoughts, I only noticed where we were when the surroundings finally caught my eye as recognizable: a beautiful glade lied ahead, and I couldn’t say it looked the same as to when I was around, but it had the same feeling to it. It was as pretty as ever, though.

In the middle of it, as always, there was a giant tree standing as the only one big enough to make us perk up our heads to see its top. Its branches where its leaves rested were abundant and home to some bird Pokémon’s nests. That was our destination.

…or maybe, it wasn’t; Lady kept moving onwards, ignoring completely the tree. Ahead, was a patch of really tall grass that we started crossing.

And then in the end, we found more patches of grass. I kept walking, always following her lead, only to find…

…even more patches of grass. I was about to ask Lady if that was right, when she stopped in the front of a bush. She moved some vines out of the way, revealing an entrance and signing for me to go ahead. I stepped in mildly confused, and she followed through, covering the entrance with the vines again once she was in. Ahead of us was a winding, long corridor that seemed to lead underground, judging by how dark it was ahead.

Lady got hold of a lantern that was hung nearby, and we started descending.

“Say, why did you move from the hollowed tree? It looks as fine as ever”, I asked, while we walked down the now dim lit tunnel.

“Indeed it is, but there have been much more nests lately. The Madame thought it was better to move from there instead of chasing everyone off. I’d say it’s a wise choice, since the patches of grass are really confusing to navigate through.”

That madame… I laughed to myself. She had a soft heart still, by the looks of it.

“Well, the tree’s entrance was easy to spot if one was really insistent on finding it, but isn’t this bush even easier to enter by accident?”

“I don’t think so. There’s someone holding up illusionary barriers now. If one doesn’t know the exact way to this bush, they’d fall into the illusion barriers and end up on the other side of the patches. It would look like to them as if they’d just crossed a really long patch of grass.”

“That sounds… really impressive.”

“You forgot how we roll, didn’t you, Angie?”

In the distance, I could spot some floating objects that glowed faintly; they became closer with each step we took further, and when we arrived at the end of the corridor, I could see they were actually a Lunatone and a Solrock, which both prevented us from passing. Ahead of them, was an entrance of a cave.

“Life granted by the sun; love overseen by the moon. We’ll dwell by you, so the eclipse will come soon”, Lady Noir chanted. The two Pokémon closed their eyes and seemed to nod in acceptance, letting her pass.

“You don’t know her since you’re new”, she pointed at me, “but she used to be our valuable intel provider. I’m accompanying her today though, so no worries.”

They nodded once more.

“Understood, mistress”, a faint voice reached both of us via psychic connection, and I tried to pinpoint which one of them said that.

Lady kept walking forward, so I hurriedly bowed down in thanks to both of the meteorite Pokémon, and quickly followed her in before I got lost. Glancing back, I could see they were back to their places, avoiding passage once again.

“Bodyguards?”

“More like ‘gatekeepers’, sounds fancier”, Lady remarked, lighting up her pipe again. I suppose she waited until we were underground so we wouldn’t be sniffed on our way. “They were a couple who fell from the sky, a… friend of mine asked me to take care of them.”

Her voice tone didn’t sound too convincing when she said the word “friend”.

“Since when does the mafia take in lost outsiders?”, I giggled briefly. That was really nice of the group, even if a bit unusual.

“We were in need of reliable gatekeepers anyway. They’ll promptly teleport away whoever tries to enter uninvited. Sometimes they go a bit overboard, sure”, Lady waved her pipe around, shrugging, “but accidents do happen.”

I debated with myself whether I’d like to know or not what she meant by “going overboard”, when my thought process was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Oh, wow, wow”, a brown Liepard suddenly approached us, walking in a gallant manner. “How could I forget such a face. Ain’t I surprised, though!”

I stared at him for a while.

“Who are you, again?”, I asked, furrowing my brows.

“Ack!”, the Liepard sat on his hind paws and gestured dramatically, looking extremely offended. “How could you forget about me! Angie, I’m hurt!”

“Sorry, haha”, I said, laughing at his misery. “I couldn’t resist joshing you, Dazai.”

“I can forgive you if you give me a nice compliment, then”, he quirked up his brows, playful.

“This new tie of yours fits you really well, but I’m wondering why you kept the bandages after all this time.”

“It’s part of my charm~”

“Nice we stumbled upon you”, Lady said, addressing the Liepard. “Is Tales in here?”

“If you got something to talk to him, it’s just your luck! He has just arrived, he’s upstairs with Elk.”

“I see. Nice timing, thanks for the info. Let’s get moving, Angie.”

Lady Noir started walking again, and I promptly followed her.

“Enjoy your stay while you’re back, Ange!”, Dazai waved before turning his back and going back to minding his own business.

“I thought Dazai had quit too”, I observed. “Did he come back after I was gone?”

“Nah, he’s still a quitter. But there’s only so much the mafia can do, and one of these things isn’t keeping him out of here. He always finds a way in, the pesky bastard.”

The underground space where they now based in looked very alike to some of the Secret Bases I had already visited with my trainer, only it was a tad bigger. It could even compare to something done by humans, differently from the old one. I wonder how much of it they had dug all by themselves?

Reaching a set of small stairs, Lady simply teleported up while I climbed them. Setting foot on the upper floor the stairs led to, I could see a well groomed room; it had a bed, a table with a fruits basket on top of it, and some cushions on the ground. It was very dim lit just as the rest of the cave, with a lamp sitting on the table.

An Alakazam floated in the middle of the room, but he didn’t look like an ordinary Alakazam; he had multiple spoons and a long beard. His forehead was quite big on size and had some wrinkles on it, just like the ones below his closed eyes. There was a shiny red gem on his head.

Standing in the front of the Alakazam was a Lucario. As I approached, the Alakazam shuddered and murmured something I couldn’t hear. This made the Lucario turn to us, now seemingly aware of our presence.

“Tales, we need your help.”

I didn’t know who they both were, so I was glad Lady Noir went straight to the point.

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