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alion-sal · 1 year

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Dear bloody past.

Warning ⚠: short mention of blood, violence, gore, swearing and weapons.

If you are sensitive to any of this, please do not read.

Type: détective, fantastic.

Synopsis: Julie is a human girl who can see ghost under some circumstances. She assembled a group of people in a city where authorities don't have any power. She will try to remember, but what does she want to remember.

Komi is a swan and duck hybrid, yellow wings of swan and white duck tail with a nasty burn on half of his face. He is a police officer student who is send in internship. He come from a good city named Lordnew and will have to get used to the poor environment.

They will meet each other, and have to understand their point of view.

Yet, something moves in the shadows.

Komi looked at the photo in his hands, before gazing back at the structure in front of him. Comparing it with the picture, he could tell how time affected it. The construction was supposed to be a manor, but half of it had collapsed. Vines climbed the wall, infiltrating the black bricks. The roof missed som parts. The windows of the third floors were missing. Yet he knew it was here.

He knocked on the door. Hearing footsteps approaching, he took a step back. A red haired man with sunglasses opened. The man had old style clothes on him.

"Welcome to N.A.C.S or something like that, I suppose you are the new one ?"

"Yes, I am Komi Scott."

He extended his hand, but the man sipped on his drink, that appeared out of nowhere,ignoring it.

'Rude man' was thinking Komi. The man goes back in the manor. He followed him inside, looking around him. The rooms had red walls decaying and wooden floor. Pictures of ladies and lord were suspended on the walls. The furniture were old, dust covering them.

Finally, they stopped in a huge room who looked like one of those business desk room with computers. People stopped working when they stepped in the room, looking at them.

"Welcome, I suppose." Said the red haired man, giving him a badge, that appeared out of nowhere too.

"This is the squad. Only the boss is out, doing some human things is suppose. You should present yourself in front of everybody. I hope you don't have social anxiety or things like that."

Komi answered with no before walking at the center of the room.

"Hello, my name Komi Scott, I am a hybrid swan and duck. I am twenty years old and I am here for my final stage of one year."

Everyone in the room stand up and walked to him. The first to arrive was a little girl with cotton candy hair and grey eyes. She had two little withe horns popping out of her head. She wore a simple pink dress with a green jacket. She opened her mouth and...

"Hello, lowly one, I am the mighty dragon, Sandra. I am the older of this crew and the most knowledgeable one too."

"Stop boosting your ego Sandra." Said a woman who looked a lot like the first man except the fact that she didn't have sunglasses. Her short red hair where shoulder length. He could see her red eyes shining. She wore black warm clothes.

"I'm Meredith Merra. I am a vampire. The man that opened the door is my older brother, Joseph, he is a vampire too." She said, pointing at the redhead. Said man shrugged, looking down, his arms crossed on his chest.

Komi nodded his head, showing that he understood. Two other persons come in front of him.

"Hello kid, I am Kristof Sendrez, a werewolf. I am thirty three years old. I came from a small town on the border of Marequa." The one who presented himself was a blue haired man with a three day beard. He looked gentle and kind. He had warm brown eyes. He was tall, at least 6,9 feet.

The last one was a green cyclops. Their only eye was dark green. They had short purple hair fading to bright pink, with a flash blue wick. They had a red beanie. They were dressed with colored clothes.

"My name is Mendos foret, I am a twenty seven." That's all they said before hiding behind Kristof.

"Yay, now you know all of us. Good. Your desk is on the right of Kristof." Said Joseph. He seemed displeased. Komi didn't know why.

He walked to his desk, sitting on his chair. He looked at the stuff on it. His gaze locked on a sign saying 'Edward Hens', with dust on it. Before he could ask, a green hand took it.

"The last one that was on this desk....dead." Is all they said.

"Alright."

One or two hours passed. He worked on some documents about public park or intruder. Suddenly, a murder case and picture of a body appeared. The head was cut from the corpse, packed in paper like a gift with a red rubon. The deceased person was opened, organs out. His blood was utilized like ink to write some illegible words. A gun was posed in his hand.

Komi was disgusted how could a living beings do this another one ? He has never see a body this mutilated after the accident.

Joseph having seen his troubled expression, come by.

"Damn, 'though they erased it from the demand. This case is resolved."

"This is so... brutal."

"'Know, but here it's normal. That's also the case that made your desk free."

Komi looked at him. Hi sunglasses were on his head, making his red eyes apparent.

"How could you talk about your partner like that ?!"

"HEY ! Bastard, you don't even know our relationship. If you knew at least a bit of this history, you would shut up. Trust me, it was even more brutal before..."

"Maybe, bit still-"

Before they could argue any longer, the door opened again. A girl with blond hair in a ponytail walked in. She had plastic bags in her hands. It smelled like food. She calmly dropped the bags on the floor. Looking at the at the two of them, she said.

"What the hell is happening here ?"

Angry golden eyes locked in icy and tired blue one.

"Nothing boss, just the newbie seeing his first death case. Can't understand how I'm talking about my ex co-workers or is just too dumb."

"HEY, I'm not dumb !"

"Alright, shut the fuck up, the two of you." She added, seeing the redhead opening his mouth.

"I'm not in the mood for your bad bitching or whatever you call it."

"What...?" Joseph harbored a fake hurted face.

"Anyway, Komi, I think. I'm gonna present myself, but only once. I am Julie Foret. I am a twenty six year old human and the creator of this squad and so your boss. You will have to learn the fucking laws of this LoVeLy town... That was sarcasm. Now, I am gonna get myself a cup of coffee."

She left the room. Sandra approached Komi.

"Do not worry about them, boss is always like that and Josep, it is only because it is the beginning. He just need time for his mourning. The old one on your desk was close to him, even if he won't say it."

"Oh...I see."

Komi returned on his computer, working yet still shaken by the recent events. At the end of the day, a pâle hand got on his shoulder. He jumped, frightened.

"Whoa, I'm sorry if I have frightened you."

It was Meredith, her white skin was shining at the light of candle.

"I have to show you your room."

"Ah.. what ? I can't come back home ?"

"No, no, no. It's just if you work late or if you are tired."

"Ah, alright."

She conducted him through stairs end corridor, stopping in front of a white door with the number eight on it.

Opening the door, entered in a old fashioned bedroom. The bedroom was white and green. The windows view was over a garden, in the back of the house.

"It's beautiful ! And it's so huge. I wish I had the same bedroom at my apartment."

"I know, I know. Had the same reaction when I first entered mine." She then pointed at a grey door.

"My room is this one, if you need anything. Kristof is number two, Mendos is number three and Joseph is five. The room one is boss chamber but she is never here, she always sleep on her desk."

"Alright."

"I guess, now I shall guide you to the exit."

They come back at the entrance. Before he could move, Meredith said one thing.

"Also, Joseph asked to told you that you smell like garlic, gun powder and idiocy."

"What...?" Was all komi could say before she close the door.

He got in his car, driving home. He was some miles from his house when finally he understood.

"THAT BASTARD !"

[It was more like presentation than anything, was thinking that a little of action could help. If anything bother you, tell me and I will fix it. Hope you had a good time reading it. Good night/day.]

#mystery #gore #violence #blood #swearing #weapons #Dear bloody past.#fantastic

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starry-nights12 · 4 years

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Just some Dadko things~❤

I already made momtara hcs and now it's Zuko's turn!

☆ Zuko sitting on the bed with the twins.

Kya babbled while Iroh II stared as he held his foot.

"Uh-huh. And then what?"

Iroh II suddenly chimed in.

"Oh? You don't remember that happening?"

Iroh cooed and babbled. Kya babbled louder,waving her hands around.

"It seems we've come at an impasse..."He commented with a amused smile as they 'argued'.

While Iroh II kicked his feet he accidentally kicked her,Kya fussed and gently squeezed his cheek,Iroh II whimpered then put his hand on her face.

"Hey,hey! No fighting,you two!" Zuko playfully scolded.

He gave Kya her tiger-seal plushie who was happy to hold it and put it in her mouth.

He held Iroh II and rubbed his back until he quieted down and found grabbing his father's long hair entertaining.

☆It was another warm,sunny day in the Fire Nation. Zuko and the twins were outside the garden by the pond.

The turtleducks were swimming peacefully in the water... only to be startled when a 3 year old boy decided to splash his hands in the water

"I like the water!"Iroh replied,grinning at his father.

Zuko chuckled. "I know,Iroh. But we're going to feed them. You splashing are scaring them." He told him,gently ruffling his hair.

Iroh II looked at the turtleducks at the other side of the pond then back at Zuko.

"Okay!" He said,walking to sit back next to him.

They just sat their feeding the turtleducks for awhile.

"Daddy,look!"Kya ugered,tugging oh his robe sleeve.

"What is it,Lil Lady?"

Kya pointed up at the big cloud. "It's a tiger-seal!"

Zuko chuckled softly,turning his head slightly to the side.

"Wow,Kya! That's-"

"Look at that!" She said,pointing to another cloud. "It's a dragon!"

"Those are really cool clouds! I-"

He glanced at Iroh II and saw him taking off his shoes.

"Iroh,What are you doing?"

"I'm going swimming!" Iroh II answered,pointing to the pond.

"That's not for swimming. That's for the turtleducks."

"No! They gotta share!"Iroh argued,stomping his foot.

Kya had stopped throwing the breadcrumbs to feed herself.

"I understand you want to swim,Iroh. But that pond is just for the turtleducks."Zuko calmly repeated.

"How about this?When me and mama have time,we'll take you and your sister to the beach,okay?"

Iroh and Kya gasped. "The beach?!" They echoed,some crumbs falling out her mouth.

"We can be very busy but we'll try our best to go,okay?"He assured them,wiping the corner of his daughter's mouth.

The twins cheered then jabbered about how much fun they'll have and can't wait to go.

"Now,what do you say?"

They beamed as they hugged him."Thank you,daddy!"

Zuko smiled then gave them a little squeeze. "You're welcome,kids."

☆Kya and Iroh II(now 5 or 6?) screaming and laughing as they ran down the hall.

"Kids,what's wrong?!"

"Watch out! It's the dragon!"Kya warn,passing the servant.

"Kids,use your inside voices please! And your father wouldn't like that you're-"

Their father roared,huffing steam out his nose,with his hands out to grab them as he chased them.

"Running inside the house..."

Iroh II yelp when Zuko picked him up.

"Gotcha!"

"Kya,help!"Iroh cried out,looking at her pleadingly.

Kya turned around and gasped.

"No! Let go of him right now,you monster!"Kya demanded,hitting and pulling Zuko's pants leg.

Zuko just looked down and picked her up as well.

"Hey!"

"Ha! Now I can have two children for dinner tonight!"He boasted,laughing maniacally.

"Oh no! What do we do now!?"Iroh II frowned.

"We fight!" Kya affirmed,glaring at Zuko.

The twins hit his chest and attempted to wriggle out his grip but to no avail.

"Try as you might,small humans! But you'll never-"

Katara giggled. "Oh my! It looks like you two need some help."

"Mommy!"They exclaimed,beaming at her.

"Mom,we need help!"Kya said,still hitting him.

"Yeah! Or else we'll get eaten by the dragon!"

Katara held her chin in her hand with a smirk.

"Hmmm...now how do I tame this wild beast?" She asked,gently scratching him under his chin. Katara kissed his cheek and smiled at him.

Even as a 28 year old man,she still made him blush, give her a dopey grin,and awkward little chuckle.

Kya cringed while Iroh II gagged. "Ewwwww!"

"Yuck! I'd rather get eaten..."Kya muttered. Iroh II covered his mouth when he laughed.

Edit:

Katara and Zuko talking about political affairs until Kya and Iroh II ambush him with wooden swords and pretends to stab him.

"We got you dragon!"

Instead of being mad at the interruption, Zuko cried out in pain,dropping to his knees.

"Ow ! My legs!"

Then he let Iroh II to deliver the final blow.

Zuko groaned loudly,clutching his chest."Noooooo! My heart !! My plans...foiled by two little humans!"

He gasped for his last breath before he fell back on the floor.

"Yay! We did it! We saved mom" The twins cherred then held their mother's hand.

"Come on! Let's go!"

"Oh Spirits!"Katara laughed as she ran with them. "Thank you for the rescue,my brave little warriors.

"You're welcone,mom! :D!!!"

#zutara #adult zutara #zutara family #zutara headcanons #adult zuko #firelord zuko #avatar the last airbender #atla #my headcanons #my post #Lil Kya-what kind of rescue is this?! you're just helping yourself now! D:<!!!#the turtleducks-you bARELY fed us today! D:< Go king! Give us nothing!!! Queue Post

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nightbts · 4 years

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three + one | pjm

pairing: park jimin + bff! reader

word count: 4.7k

genre: fluff, angst + friends to lovers! au

warning: underage drinking

from diapers and awkward middle school dances to graduation and crowded college parties, you and park jimin were together, side by side through it all. walk through your friendship through the three times you kissed park jimin and the one time he kissed you, the kiss that finally changed everything.

[ age: six ]

“Someone save me!” you cried dramatically, “Who will rescue me from this dragon who wants to eat me!?” You flailed your arms about, hoping to gain attention from the boy who stood below the slide upon which you were sitting on.

“Princess! I am coming to rescue you!” Jimin yelled, as he charged towards the ladder, effortlessly swinging himself onto the wooden structure as he pulled out his fake toy sword.

“Rawr!” Taehyung growled as he stomped towards Jimin. Lifting up his hands, he curled his fingers outward in an attempt to resemble dragon claws, “You can’t take away my dinner!”

You watched as Jimin rolled underneath Taehyung’s legs, just for Taehyung to grab onto the back of Jimin’s shirt and pull him back away from you. Just then, you watched as Jimin flipped Taehyung over and pretended to stick the sword into his side.

“Noooooo!” Taehyung groaned in dramatic fashion, as his entire body began to shake before slowly coming to a stop, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, as he moaned, “I’m dead.”

Holding back giggles at Taehyung’s acting, your attention was quickly pulled to Jimin who came running towards you.

“My knight in shining armor!” you cheered, your smile reaching the ends of your face as Jimin crouched down beside you, a triumphant look on his face,“I’m here Princess!”

Pretending to untie the rope Taehyung had told you to imagine he tied around you, the second you were “free”, you threw your arms around Jimin’s neck and pulled him into a hug, “Yay, you saved me!”

Returning the hug, Jimin laughed into your shoulder before you pulled away from him.

“I must reward you for your bravery!” you said with a firm nod. Ignoring the look of confusion on Jimin’s face, you moved to his side before giving him a kiss on his cheek.

Making your way down the slide you were “trapped” upon, Jimin sat there in slight surprise as his face flushed, his cheeks burning where your lips had touched them.

[ age: fourteen ]

“Stop looking over there. You are practically staring.” you scowled in a hushed whisper as you tugged at his tie, trying to bring his attention back to you.

The lights in your middle school gym had dimmed down softly, a soft mix of purples and pinks lighting up the floor as the DJ played a slow song, the soft melody playing through the overhead speakers.

Stepping on your foot at that exact moment, you let out a soft yelp! as Jimin cursed under his breath, his eyes still trained on a certain figure who was dancing a couple feet away from you.

Finally looking at you, the scowl on your face slowly disappeared as you saw him look at you sadly, disappointment painted freshly across his face. Sighing softly, you said, “Jimin, I told you this wasn’t a good idea.”

Nodding, his eyes fluttered close before murmuring, his awkward grip tightening on your waist, “Yea, I know. I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

Turning the both of you around, as casually as possible, your gaze fell upon Soohyun as she danced with Taehyung, her face sporting the brightest smile possible as she stared at him with a soft twinkle in her eye.

“Why didn’t you tell Taehyung you liked her?” you whispered quietly. Half shrugging, he replied sadly, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” before adding with a shake of his head, “Didn’t think it would hurt so much when he asked her and she said yes.”

"You’re such an idiot.” you mumbled under your breath, to which Jimin quirked his brow at.

This time it was his turn to scowl at you, “Hey, that’s not very nice. At least you don’t have a stupid crush on someone who doesn’t like you.”

You almost snorted. The words laid at the tip of your tongue, a vague confession complaining that you in fact did have a stupid crush on someone who definitely didn’t like you back but you knew saying that would only lead to further annoying questions that you didn’t know how to answer.

Instead you chose to just roll your eyes and stick your tongue out. Real mature for a fourteen-year old.

The both of you continued to sway slightly, attempting to stay in rhythm as you tried your hardest to turn Jimin’s attention away from Soohyun and Taehyung. When your eyes would glance back every now and then, Jimin finally nudged your side bringing your attention back to him.

A small smile played on the corner of his lips, "Being the one told me to stop looking, I don’t think its fair for you to do it, is it?”

“I’m just protecting you.” you stated with a slight huff, eyes automatically glancing back as your frown deepened. Soohyun was leaning in closer to Taehyung, who’s smile was growing wider, the blush evident on his cheeks.

“Y/N.” Jimin said softly, your name sounding like warm caramel on his lips. Turning back to look at him, you blinked at him curiously before he added, “I know you didn’t want to come, but thank you for not letting me come alone. That would’ve sucked real bad.”

Laughing softly, you gave him a smug smile, “Damn right. What would you have done without me? Let me guess, you’d be sitting in the corner crying your ass off.”

Jimin’s lips turned downwards as his eyes narrowed at you. With a scoff, he replied flatly, “Nevermind, I take it back.”

“Too late~”

Before you could hear Jimin’s response to your teasing remark, your eyes fell back on the dancing pair, yet this time what you witnessed had a gasp slipping past your lips. Brows knitting together, Jimin studied your face for a second before turning around, trying to follow your line of sight. But before he could, your hands flew out and grabbed his tie.

Actions moving faster than your mind could possibly comprehend, you watched as Jimin gave you a bewildered look but when your eyes flickered at Soohyun and Taehyung’s lips meeting, the only thought in your head was: Don’t let Jimin see them Y/N, don’t!

So instead you chose to do what any normal person would do, right?

Pulling him down, you squeezed your eyes shut before pressing your lips against Jimin’s. Hearing him let out an audible mmph! in surprise, you quickly pulled away, your heart pounding against your chest. A million feelings rushed through your body as you peeked through your lids to look at him, the tingling sensation of the boy’s lips on yours still giving you butterflies.

“Y-Y/N, what was that—?”

“Y-You had something on y-your lip!” you stammered, pointing your finger towards his mouth as you let out a nervous laugh. Averting your gaze, you quickly turned around and pointed towards the table filled with cups of fruit punch before asking, “You—uh, want any?!”

Jimin’s curious gaze vanished as he nodded slowly, watching as you flashed him an awkwards thumbs up before running away into the crowd. Lifting his fingers up to his lips, he shook his head in amusement when he looked up, his fingers faltering.

There they stood, lips barely brushing each others as he watched Soohyun giggle at something Taehyung had said. Jimin quickly turned around, his cheeks flaring up in embarrasment when he remembered the look on your face before you pulled him in for a kiss.

Did you also see what he saw?

Expecting himself to feel a surge of sadness as he witnessed his best friend and crush together, instead he felt nothing. Except for the subtle butterflies in his stomach from when your lips touched his, a rush of mixed emotions swam through Jimin’s heart as his lips tilted upwards into a soft smile; things were starting to change.

Yet he didn’t exactly mind it either.

[ age: eighteen ]

Flying through high school, senior year had finally rolled around. Before you knew it, you were spending the last Christmas as high schoolers before everyone you were close with, would all be off to college pursuing their dreams.

[8:10] jiminie:

you ready yet? i’m almost there

Checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you grabbed your lipstick that sat on the countertop and swiped it across your lips. Turning the lights off, you quickly rushed out into the living room and slipped your feet into your shoes.

“Have fun~” your mom sang from the kitchen, as you shot her a wide smile from the front door entrance.

“Not too much fun though,” your dad added from the living room couch, giving you a knowing look to which you simply rolled your eyes at.

[8:10] you:

yup, i’m ready

[8:10] jiminie:

bet, waiting outside

Giving your parents another goodbye, you slipped through the front door and made your way down the driveway to Jimin’s car.

“Get in loser.” He grinned, tossing back his imaginary hair as he mimicked Regina George’s infamous line. Laughing, you walked over to the other side as Jimin pushed the door open for you.

Closing it behind you, you got settled into your seat when Jimin asked, “Ready to go have fun?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

When Taehyung had said he was throwing a Christmas party the weekend his parents were gone, you underestimated exactly what kind of party he was planning on throwing. People you hardly knew walked around Taehyung’s house like it was their own with red solo cups filled with alcoholic beverages as loud, club-like music blasted througout the house. You looked around as you stared at the other girls, dressed in tight bodycon dresses and mini skirts causing you to feel overwhelmingly underdressed in your simple white blouse and boyfriend jeans.

“Taehyung!” you hissed, approaching the blonde-haired male in his kitchen, “Why didn’t you tell me this was the kind of party you were throwing?!”

Bopping his head to the beat, Taehyung simply grinned at you, “Even I didn’t know this was the kind of party I was throwing. People just assumed and some even brought drinks themselves.”

Groaning slightly, you pressed your back against the kitchen countertop.

“You look fine, don’t stress about it.” a voice whispered into your side. Looking up at Jimin, you pouted softly, “Easy for you to say, you’re actually dressed well for tonight.”

Checking himself out, he gave you a smirk as he cocked his head to the side, “I guess you’re right about that.”

Rolling your eyes, you started to retort something smart in return when you suddenly heard the club-like disco music die down and Michael Buble’s Christmas album erupt through the speakers. Turning towards Taehyung who shot you a knowing grin, you flashed him a thumbs up despite the groans from various people across the room.

In time, everyone started feeling their way into the Christimas spirit, mouthing along the lyrics everyone’s heard since their childhood days as they all laughed together. After all, who could resist some bomb ass christmas music?

A couple of drinks in, you were feeling the alcohol finally hit you; your steps became heavy and light at the same time as you stumbled through crowds of people, singing the lyrics to the song playing in the most off-tune manner possible.

As you reached a doorframe, your hand reached out to grab it in attempt to gather your balance when you felt a hand wrap around your arm, “Seems like someone had a bit much to drink, Y/N.”

Looking up, your smile widened up to your eyes as you took in the figure in front of you, “Hey there, handsome.”

Laughing slightly, Jimin shook his head in amusement. He looked down at you as your hands grabbed at his denim jacket, playing with the buttons nonchalantly.

“Did I tell ya you look good today?” you asked teasingly, as you pulled him closer to you, your faces only several inches apart from each other.

Jimin’s eyes widened in slight surprise at your actions, he knew you’d never do this if you had been sober and didn’t know how to react at all.

Before Jimin could say anything, he heard a loud woot! and look over there’s! being yelled in your direction. Scrunching your nose up in confusion, you turned to your side to see several people pointing at you before many started cheering in unison “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“Wha—” you started, blinking in confusion as the slight ruckus brought you out of your drunk state. Looking back at Jimin, you saw him staring above you as your gaze followed his.

Hanging from the top of the doorframe under which you and Jimin were standing, was a neatly wrapped mistletoe. Your eyes suddenly widened as your breath hitched in your throat. Looking back down, you met Jimin’s gaze as you saw his face, completely drained of color.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The cheers continued around you, some starting to complain at the lack of any action between you too and others openly wishing it had been them stuck under the mistletoe with Jimin and not you.

You didn’t know whether it was those comments or the hidden burning desire inside you to feel those lips against yours, but your grip on his jacket only tightened as the agonizing slow seconds ticked by.

“Hey, you don’t need to...” Jimin finally murmured, bringing your attention back to him.

“It’s not a big deal.” he added, averting his gaze from you as he shot nervous smiles towards those who continued to cheer at you both to do something.

But to you, it was a big deal. Jimin was always a big deal to you.

So instead, you ignored his words and grabbed his face, turning it back to face you. His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden motion, flickering to your hands that laid on either side of his face.

“Y/N—?”

Without a second thought, you took in a deep breath before you reached up and pressed your lips firmly against his. You felt him stiffen against you for a second; fear coursed through your body as you started to pull away, an apology resting at the tip of your tongue. However, before you could do anything, you felt a pair of arms snake around you waist and pull you closer, lips meeting yours again in a kiss like never before.

As the cheers around you heightened in volume, you could hear absolutely nothing besides the sound of your heart hammering away in your chest as Jimin kissed you back, harder and harder until you could feel, see, hear, taste and smell nothing but Jimin.

Feeling yourself out of breath, the both of you pulled away, foreheads resting against each other as you panted, your chest rising up and down. Your eyes flickered up and caught Jimin’s, who was already staring at you. For the first time, he had an undreadable expression on his face. Usually able to tell how Jimin was feeling by a simple look at his face, today it was like you were staring at a stranger.

Your hands dropped from his denim jacket as you stared down at the ground, tongue-tied in your mouth as your lips still felt like they were on fire. The people around you had finally stopped paying attention as they had seen what they had wanted, many resuming back to drinking and dancing with their friends while you and Jimin remained frozen under the mistletoe.

Feeling a slight tug on your arm, you turned to see Taehyung standing beside you. You watched as he shot Jimin a grin before pulling on the sleeve of your blouse yet again, motioning for you to follow him. Almost immediately, you nodded as you allowed yourself to be pulled away from Taehyung.

Anywhere that isn’t here, you thought to yourself.

Finding yourself a good bit away from Jimin, you finally stopped Taehyung who looked back at you, his smile dropping as his brows furrowed in concern, “Hey are you alright—?”

You placed a hand on his, “It’s okay, it’s not a big deal.”

Of all the people you were friends with, Taehyung had been the only one to understand your feelings towards Jimin, the feelings that even you yourself had yet to figure out completely. He was always there when you had to rant about random things that didn’t make sense to you; instead of forcing anything on you, he just listened and let you say what you had to say. And for that, you were always thankful.

“I swear, I didn’t put that mistletoe up there.” he replied with a frown.

Laughing lightly, you shook your head, “It’s alright Taehyung, it’s nobody’s fault. I had a bit to drink anyways so...” you trailed off.

Subconsciously, you found yourself looking back at where Jimin was standing, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were feeling at that moment. Like every single cell in your body was on fire, your nerves combusting as your mind replayed the kiss over and over again, enough for your body to physically feel the impact Jimin had on you.

However, you watched as a girl pulled down Jimin by grabbing his denim jacket, the very jacket you just had your hands on as she whispered something into his ear, causing Jimin to throw his head back in a laugh, his eyes turning into crescents as he shot the girl a cheeky smile.

Looking away with a soft sigh, you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth before biting down harshly, hoping the physical pain would distract you from emotional pain that plagued your mind.

Finally, you looked back up at Taehyung, a sad smile on your face, “Got anything more to drink?”

[ age: twenty-two]

“This is nice isn’t it?”

“Yea, it is.”

“I really missed everything, especially you.”

Turning to face him, your heart fluttered lightly in your chest at his words. He was looking up at the night sky, the full moon that night illuminating his face that he nearly looked angelic, heavenly in fact.

Cheeks blushing, you looked away before murmuring softly, “Yea, I missed you too.”

You were finally back in your hometown after a long tortureous spring semester of your senior year at college. It was the summer after graduation, and in the admist of job searching, you and Jimin thought it would be nice to spend time together after being years apart.

While you and Taehyung had ended up in the same college just a couple hours from home, Jimin decided to head out of state and move across the country for school.

And with that, he took your heart along with him.

You had tried dating during college, yet nothing seemed to work. Your very first boyfriend, Hoseok, had been one of the sweetest people you had ever met. But even he was able to tell, that no matter how much he cared for you, you were unable to return it back. When you guys decided to break up, he had told you that before you tried loving someone else, you needed to get over your ex first.

What a joke, you didn’t even have an ex.

Just a best-friend who you were hopelessly in love with for nearly all your life.

“Y/N?”

Snapping you out of your thoughts, you looked over at Jimin to see him already looking at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you think it’s crazy how we’ve been friends for this long?”

Friends, you almost let out a bitter chuckle but instead you decided to shove away your feelings for once. After all, Jimin was right. Before anything, Jimin was your best friend, a friendship that meant the absolute world and beyond to you. And it was for that reason, you had never told him your true feelings.

Chuckling sofly, you nodded, “It really is, isn’t it? It’s going to almost be 20 years soon.”

You and Jimin had met in pre-school; the both of you were like opposite ends of a magnet, constantly stuck to each other during playtime, snacktime and even naptime as your mothers had several embarassing pictures of both of you sprawled across each other.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Jimin laughed, “Can’t believe you stuck around for that long Y/N.”

Raising your brow at that, you scoffed lightly, “Did you think I was going to leave you? The one person who understands me inside and out?”

“Do I though?”

The four years Jimin had left for college, you had only seen him during his breaks; however, going from seeing someone nearly everyday to only a couple weeks a year was something you didn’t think you knew how hard it would be, until you actually went through it.

During those four years, Jimin had definitely changed. He was no longer the flirtacious, teasing boy you knew throughout highschool, the one who would wink at any girl who looked at his way. He was suddenly a lot more mature; from the way he looked to the way he held himself, Jimin had grown up in the last four years significantly, and you were rarely there to witness it happen.

So when Jimin asked you that question, you felt your heart go still in your chest; you stared at him in confusion. Something in Jimin’s gaze slightly changed, and the fact that you weren’t able to decipher it, drove you crazy.

Finally, you broke the silence, a lace of caution present in your voice “What is that supposed to mean, Jimin?”

This time it was his turn to stare blankly at you before looking away; running his hands through his hair, he simply shook his head, “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Nodding slowly, you didn’t feel it in yourself to want to find out, afraid that pushing him would only result in something you didn’t want to confront just yet.

The two of you continued to talk, conversation flowing naturally as you told each other stories you weren’t able to over phone calls and text messages. Before you knew it, it was midnight, as the sounds of crickets and owls hooting filled the silent night sky.

Feeling a yawn coming, you stretched your arms up, releasing the tightness in your muscles from sitting in the same spot for hours. When you looked up, your brows knitted together when you finally said, “Jimin, had those clouds always been there?”

Following your gaze, he frowned before grabbing his phone out his pocket. Pressing down on the weather app, he let out a deep sigh before flashing the screen to you.

“Rain showers,” he simply stated as you looked at the high percentage of the chance for rain in you area at that time of night.

“Maybe we should get going?”

Nodding, the both of you started packing up the things you had brought when you felt a sudden drop of water hit the back of your neck. Looking up in alarm, you met Jimin’s gaze knowingly before the two of you quickly sped up, grabbing everything you could in your arms as you ran towards the car.

After the first droplet, the rest seemed to fall down simultaneously as the drops of water hit you, soaking your clothes and everything in between. Jimin looks back at you, a wide grin on his face before his hand wrapped around your wrist, “Come on you slow poke!”

“I-I’m not slow—!” you stammered out when you felt a tug on your arm; Jimin started to run, as he pulled you along with him. Your shock was quickly replaced with laughter as the both of you ran like crazy, completely drenched to the point where both of your hair were in strands and clothes were stuck to your bodies.

Once you reached your car, you both hurriedly threw your things inside, closing the doors quickly as you hoped they weren’t as soaked as the two of you were.

Suddenly, you felt Jimin stop. And you stop. You turned towards him as the both of you just stood there in the pouring rain, staring at each other as the water trickled down your cheeks, your lashes fluttering every so often to stop the drops of water from blurring your vision of the man who stood before you. You feel Jimin’s hand slowly sink down from your wrist to your own, your fingers intertwining perfectly with each other. And then he smiles. Jimin smiles so fucking wide that the corners of his lips reach the sides of his face, and his eyes turn into soft crescents.

You grinned back, “What happened to trying to get away from the rain?”

He shook his head as a soft laugh escaped him, droplets of water spraying from the ends of his hair, “I didn’t realize how nice this would be.”

“You’re right.” you admitted softly. Looking up at the sky, you felt the droplets of water splash against your skin, tickling your cheeks as you scrunched your nose in amusement.

Jimin watched you with a soft smile on his face, his gaze tracing every part of you, from the way your eyes fluttered to a close and to the way your tongue poked out to taste the drops of water that fell near the corner of your lips. He didn’t know what it was about you, but in that moment you had looked like the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

As your eyes fluttered open, you instantly met Jimin’s gaze, eyes hazy and deep as they stared into your slightly surprised ones. You tilted your head to the side, as you looked at him curiously with a smile of your own, “Is everthing alright Jimin?”

You watched as he slowly nodded, before moving closer towards you. Your brows quirked up in gentle surprise as you felt the distance lessen between the both of you. His hand that was intertwined with yours slowly loosened before travelling up your arm, and finally resting on the crook of your neck, his hot touch a stark contrast to the cold temperature surrounding you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, as Jimin’s next actions left you completely and utterly breathless.

“It is now.”

You felt his lips come crashing down, enveloping yours in a sweet embrace as he pulled you closer to him. His hand cradled your cheek as he dragged you into a kiss full of desperation and longing, his lips trying to tell you all his feelings that he hadn’t been able to put into words all these years. Your heart thundered in your chest, louder than the sound of the physical thunder that erupted around you as the rain only fell harder.

Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck as you kissed him back, reaching up with the tips of your toes in effort to bring him closer to your body than he already was. You felt him smile and you smiled back almost instantly as soft chuckles slipped past your lips. For all the times you had kissed Jimin first since your childhood days, he had finally kissed you first. Finally.

When the both of you finally part, Jimin rested his forehead against yours, his nose softly nudging yours, bringing your gaze up to his.

“You always said you wanted to kiss in the rain.” he finally murmurs, his lashes fluttering against your skin.

“Is that the only reason why you kissed me?”

You watched as his eyes shot open, blinking as he took in the soft pout that spread across your face at his confession. Shaking his head quickly, he cradled your face in both of his hands, “Hey, of course not.”

“I just—” he started, before pressing another kiss to your forehead, this one soft and plush, “I finally realized what an idiot I was. For not figuring out, that all this goddamn time. It was you Y/N, it was you.”

Wrapping your hands around his own, your eyes brimmed with tears as you whispered the three words you had pushed away for so many years, the three words that depicted how strongly you felt for the man standing in front of you, the three words that meant everything to you.

“I love you, Park Jimin.”

Jimin’s gaze softened as you felt him close the distance once again, his lips barely brushing yours when you felt him whisper back, his words like a permanent promise against your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N. And I always will.”

#bts #bts scenarios #kreativewritersnet #park jimin #jimin scenarios #ficswithluv #bts fics #bts fluff #bts angst #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin fic #jimin one shot #bts park jimin #bts jimin scenarios

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cressasdbfanfics · 3 years

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Missed too Many

Paring: GoChi

Words: 1656

Summary: In which Goku makes up for lost time on a special day of the year-his first after being gone for years.

Prompt: None. Just Valentine’s Day.

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13820511/1/Missed-Too-Many

Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29478639

"Thanks for breakfast, babe! It was great!" I said as I rubbed my very full stomach.

Chichi's cooking was always amazing.

She smiled over her shoulder at me as she scrubbed our dishes. "You're welcome, Goku."

I stood from my seat at our kitchen table. "I'm going to go train! I'll back later today."

Chichi spun to face me, her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute! Don't tell me you forgot about today!"

"Uh. Today?"

Chichi sighed as her shoulders slumped. "Never-mind," she said as she turned her back on me.

Gohan stared at me, his eyebrows raised. I glanced at Chichi to make sure she wasn't looking, and winked at Gohan. He smiled.

"What's today?" asked Goten.

I looked at him and shook my head.

I knew full well what the day was. Chichi's little sighs and the slump in her shoulders made me question my plan. Truth be told, I had far more than that little bit of upset to make up to her—missed anniversaries, missed birthdays, and missed Valentine's Days.

I had to make this one the best Valentine's Day ever for her and I knew exactly what to get her.

I went upstairs, grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a tan sweater Chichi knitted for me. Chichi liked me better in street clothes but I didn't want to mess them up while I set everything up for the evening.

"Now, I need some zenni," I murmured.

I grabbed the envelope containing money from our farm's first vegetable harvest. Chichi didn't know about that money yet. I promised Chichi I'd get a job when I got better from the heart virus and make us some money. Took me a while to keep that promise but I did. I stuck the envelope in my gi pocket.

I heard a creak outside our closed bedroom door and ran to our open window, wide-eyed. I dove out of it and landed on my feet on the grass as I heard our bedroom door open. I grimaced before I realized that was my chance to run into the kitchen and grab what I needed there.

Thankfully, the back door was unlocked.

"I thought you left already," said Gohan with an eyebrow raised.

I threw a look at Gohan I pressed a finger to my lips as I glanced at the hallway.

Gohan chuckled.

"I wont tell mom."

I had no idea when she would come back into the kitchen so I worked as fast and as carefully as I could. I grabbed our picnic basket and carefully stacked several dishes and a couple sets of silverware in it.

Gohan approached with the neatly folded family picnic blanket in hand. He handed it to me. "Thanks, son."

Goten watched us from where he sat at the kitchen table, drawing a picture.

"Don't tell your mom I was here, okay?" I said.

Goten nodded. "Okay. But why? Where are you going?"

I chuckled and said in a quiet voice, "You'll understand when you're older."

I heard the bedroom door open.

"Uh oh," I murmured.

I slipped out the way I came in with one last wink at the boys. I kicked into the sky and took off toward Satan City to find my first gift to her. While out on a recent family shopping trip for new clothes, Chichi stopped to admire a ruby necklace with a delicate silver chain in a jewelry store's window display, a small smile on her lips.

The shop was easy to find again, the same necklace still on display. Good thing I had enough zenni for it. The clerk placed it in a red velvet box the same shade as the ruby and put the box in a silver gift bag with a red bow matching the box. He bowed as he handed the bag to me.

Then it was off to Bulma's. I needed to ask her if Goten could stay at her place with Trunks, anyway.

+++

The dragon ball radar beeped in my hand, showing me the location of the last dragon ball right under my feet. I was somewhere deep in a hot, sandy desert wasteland. Something glittered in the ground right in front of my clothes. I pulled the last dragon ball out of the sand, put it in the chest Bulma had given me to carry the dragon balls in, and took off toward home.

I landed in front of the giant apple tree. In addition to the radar and a nice chest for the dragon balls, Bulma had even given me lanterns for the sunset picnic. I smoothed the blanket over the grass and set the chest on a corner. I set the lanterns around our picnic blanket and lit them with tiny sparks of ki.

Once that was done, I changed out of my dirty gi and put on the sweater and jeans I grabbed earlier.

I nodded at my handiwork. "Now, we all we need is food."

I flew back to Satan City and got some takeout from one of our favorite restaurants. Our food was still nice and hot when I got to our apple tree with it. Instant Transmission really came in handy sometimes. I set out the meal and placed the lanterns around the picnic blanket, lighting them with tiny sparks of ki.

I flew home and climbed in through our open bedroom window. In the hallway, I knocked on Goten's door.

He opened it

"Hey, buddy. You want to go spend the night with Trunks tonight?"

Goten grinned. "Yeah!"

I chuckled. "Pack a bag. We'll leave as soon as you're ready."

"'Kay!"

Goten hurried around his room, stuffing clothes and toys into his backpack. He pulled on his shoes. "Ready!"

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" asked Chichi.

I winced and so did Goten.

"Oh. Ch-Chichi," I stammered. "Ah. Heh. Goten's going to go spend the night with Trunks. I already cleared it with Bulma."

Chichi put her hands on her hips. "Is your homework finished?"

Goten nodded as he turned big, pleading eyes on his mother. "Yep! Can I go, Mommy?"

Chichi's stern frown softened. "Oh, I suppose."

"Yay!"

Goten dashed past Chichi and me and into the living room.

"Where's Gohan?" I asked.

Chichi sighed. "He left to go take Videl out tonight."

I nodded. "Good."

I walked past her and then winked over my shoulder at her. "Oh. And don't worry about dinner tonight. I want you to relax."

Her narrowed eyes softened.

"Let's go, daddy!" called Goten.

"I'm comin'."

+++

"Thanks again, Bulma," I said.

Bulma smiled. "No problem, Goku."

I locked onto Chichi's energy and found her putting away chopped up meats and vegetables. I snuck up behind her, reached out—

Chichi spun around, a shoved slender a finger into my chest, and glared up at me. "You haven't been training. You're not even wearing that gi you always do."

"Heh, babe, I'll never understand how you do that."

Her finger dropped away from my chest. "Huh? Do what?"

"Know when I'm sneakin' up on ya."

Chichi's lips twitched up. "Oh, a woman has her ways." Her eyes narrowed again. "Now, what have you been up to?"

I took her hands in mine. "Why don't you come with me and find out?"

I led her outside and scooped her up. Chichi yelped and giggled when I kicked into the air. The flight to the apple tree only took a few seconds. I set her on her feet just off the blanket.

"Oh, Goku," said Chichi as she folded her hands at her chest. "This is what you've been doing?"

I nodded. "You do so much for us. I wanted to do something for you."

Her eyes welled up and my heart raced. I always panicked a little when she cried—even if she was happy. Chichi threw her arms around me before I could decide what to do or say. My arms settled around her and she turned her face up to me. Chichi pushed herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her soft lips on the corner of mine. My heart flip-flopped in my chest.

A growl echoed around the mountains and it took me a moment to realize the growl came from me.

Chichi laughed. "We better not keep that stomach of yours waiting."

I scratched the back of my head and chuckled.

After our meal, I handed Chichi the gift bag. She untied the bow with great care and opened the bag. With a glance at me, she held up the red velvet box and opened it.

Chichi gasped. "Oh, Sweetheart!"

She lifted the necklace out of the box and cradled the ruby pendant in her hand, letting the delicate chain dangle from her fingers. She undid the tiny clasp and put it on. Chichi asked me to put a necklace on her once when we were newlyweds and I broke it. I didn't dare try to help her now.

"It's beautiful!" said Chichi.

"You're prettier," I said.

Chichi giggled.

"One more thing," I said.

I picked up the wooden chest and set it in front of her.

One of Chichi's hands went to her chest. "What in the world?"

"Open it up."

Chichi opened the latch with a quiet click and lifted the lid. Her mouth fell open. The dragon balls' glow danced in her eyes. Her eyes welled up again, a hand going up to cover her open mouth as her gaze darted to meet mine.

I reached over the chest and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I want you to wish for whatever you want, Chi. Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry I missed so many."

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

I moved the chest aside and scooted up to her. I wiped her tears away.

Chichi wrapped her arms around me. "Just having you home is enough."

Yeah. I definitely missed too many.

#GoChi #fluff #fanfiction #Valentine's Day #Cressafics

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dragonsrainbows · 3 years

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Five Things Meme

So, yay... I got tagged in a thingy! @meli-r thank you for including me in this, <makes I was just happy to be nominated speech> I spent the whole night basking in the joy of being tagged! <for real>

And now for the list!

a. Five Things you'd find in my Bag:

My bag's empty, cause where exactly am I going with it? But, I have this rad notion to have a bag ready incase the apocalypse requires us to emergency evacuate, so what I have in my Apocalypse Bag is:

1. My laptop (that I place in there after use every day - also keeps it safe from the cats)

2. My iPad (same - cause one day I legit found that some rando cat had put its grubby paws on it)

3. Toilet rolls (If you've ever traveled long-distance on Indian railways, you'll know what I mean)

4. Sanitizer (Because Indian railways and the current world situation)

5. Water bottle (Though by now, I am pretty sure my water bottle is evolving a whole new eco-system, like that Evolution Movie)

b. Five Things you'd find in my Apartment:

1. Wooden crates - discarded by fruit vendors that I stole from the marketplace and then sanded down to use as storage boxes

2. Pencils - I am a collector, I am! I have pencils from 7 different countries!

3. Little bronze figurines - it's an Indian thing. A lot of them are religious/mythological beings. I bought these while visiting two of the awesomest historical towns in India - Khajuraho and Hampi and a few other places. Here's a picture:

4. Seeds - Apparently, I have a thing for collecting things - and I pick up seeds when I find them on walks and trampings in various locales. Place of pride goes to this vial of Tiliaceum seeds that I spent a whole morning picking (and consequently being late for work) on the Hanging Gardens Road in Mumbai.

5. A box full of origami dragons. A dear friend made them for me because I wanted to use them as the design motif for my website: https://www.dragonsandrainbows.com/

c. Five of my Favourite Things:

1. Food - warm, soupy food made from recipes sent by my mum and friends. Made with joy and eaten with love!

2. Plants - They are all outside my apartment, so technically they didn't make it to the list above. Here are some pics of lovely leaves!

3. Cold lemon barley on a hot summer's day!

4. Chai and smoke on a quiet morning by myself

5. Cuddles!

d. Five of My Habits:

1. Cuddling my teddy (I've had it since I was 15, so that's 20 years now!) while I sleep. If I ever have to sleep anywhere other than my home, I carry it with me.

2. Filling up water bottles before I go to sleep.

3. Watering the plants as the sun starts setting

4. Scrolling Tumblr

5. Making lists and writing things down - So you know how much I am loving this whole post! Making lists is a massive coping mechanism for my depression - if you want to know more about it, you could read this little piece I wrote about how I started using lists.

e. Five Things / Traits about my Personality that I like:

1. My kindness - it's something that has just become more evident the more warped our reality is getting. I value it more now than I did a couple of years ago, because it makes everything just a little bit more bearable.

2. Finding joy in little things - the toad that lives in my chives pot, the fact that my cat cuddled with me 3 nights straight, that my 12-year nibling is growing out his hair and that his voice is cracking... I could go on...

3. My asexuality - It's been about a year since I acknowledged it, but everyday it helps me make more sense of my past, present and future. It's also changed the way I write. Not changed exactly, but made me own up to a lot of feelings I tried really hard to hide during writing. I even came up with a series of vignettes based on my shameless ace-lovingness.

4. My neuro-divergence. I have a partial diagnosis, but just knowing that there is a reason I can't always explain what it is I am struggling with and how, is good.

5. My ability to think and write about the things I think about.

f. Five Things I want for this Year:

Sigh! This is a tough one. Because I perpetually live with the fear that I am not destined to get the things I really want. But that doesn't stop me from wanting them... So, here are some of the things I think I can want and maybe hope to get this year. Let's see:

1. A substantial raise at work

2. Getting back to teaching in a way that makes sense to me

3. Getting at least 200 subscribers to my website/blog where I share all my writings, daydreams, and illustrations.

4. Finishing my PP Fanfic. Nobuchika, my love, give me strength.

5. Making and sticking to my Japanese-learning plan. Consistency is all I am aiming for at the moment!

Whew! That was way more fun and fulfilling than I thought it would be! Thank you once again @meli-r for tagging me on this!

To pass the joy along, I am tagging @esli-thoughts, @lelila15, @sampristine, @freedomqueen and @treestargarden. No pressure guys. If you want you can even list just a few of these things - I'd just love to get to know you better! Much love!

#five things #five things meme #my favourite things #love #small joys #here be dragons #asexuality #ace love #habits #getting to know me #ginoza nobuchika #nobuchika ginoza #because he must absolutely be tagged in every post of mine #contains some self-promotion #you have been warned #coping with depression #coping with the pandemic

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crazy4dragons · 3 years

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See You Soon, Bud

A fun afternoon playing dragons with Zephyr gives Hiccup the idea to take a special trip. Haddock family fluff!

Astrid sighed as she heard her son’s tiny feet running down the hall, accompanied by his little voice calling, “Mama! Mama!” Being a mother meant she couldn’t even enjoy a bath anymore without one of her children — usually Nuffink — looking for her.

“Hold on, Finn. Mama will be right there.” The blonde quickly rose from her bath. After toweling off and slipping into her sheepskin robe, she shuffled out of the washroom to see her youngest child grinning at up at her with the same crooked grin as his father. “Awake from your nap already, huh?” she crooned, lifting the toddler into her arms and kissing his chubby cheeks.

Nuffink nodded and cuddled into Astrid’s shoulder. “Mama, I hun…hunwy,” he whined.

“You’re hungry?” Astrid kissed him again. “Why don’t you go see if Daddy can get you a snack? Mama still needs to get dressed and brush her hair.”

“No Daddy. Mama,” insisted Nuffink, winding his little arms around Astrid’s neck.

“Mama will be right with you. Just go to Daddy for a few minutes.” She carried the child upstairs and into the big bedroom, where Hiccup was signing chiefing documents with Zephyr in his lap. “I have another one for you, babe,” she smiled, passing Nuffink off to her husband. “He woke up from his nap and came looking for me.”

Hiccup grinned. “Missed your Mama, did you, bud?” he asked, taking the toddler and ruffling his hair.

“Mama,” Nuffink fussed as he reached out a hand to Astrid.

“Give Mama fifteen minutes.” Astrid shuffled over to the dresser she shared with Hiccup and grabbed her hairbrush. “Why don’t you ask Daddy to get you a snack?”

“I wanna do your hair, Mama!” shouted Zephyr, jumping off Hiccup’s lap and climbing onto the bed. “Mama, sit here and I’ll give you a braid!”

Astrid sighed. All she’d wanted was a bit of time to herself, and now she had both kids clamoring for her.

Hiccup cast his wife a sympathetic smile before turning to Zephyr. “Zeph, why don’t you come with me? I’ll let you braid my hair after I get Finn something to eat.”

“Okay!” The little girl jumped off the mattress and took Hiccup’s hand. “Let’s go, Daddy!”

“I’ll be downstairs with these munchkins,” the chief told Astrid as he stood up and headed towards the door.

“Thank you, babe.” Letting out a breath of relief, she closed the door behind her and began brushing her hair. When all the knots were out, she grabbed her scissors, trimmed her split ends, and freshened up her bangs. Usually, Hiccup cut her hair for her, but he’d been so busy with chiefing lately that she didn’t want to put more chores on his to-do list. Spitelout was begging to build a new storehouse with his name carved into the door — again, a family from a neighboring tribe was trying to negotiate an arranged marriage with one of the young Berkians, and it was nearly time to gather winter supplies. As General and Second-in-Command, Astrid helped as much as she could, but it was difficult with two little ones at home. At any given time, it was usually either Hiccup or Astrid out chiefing — not Hiccup and Astrid, like it had been before Zephyr’s birth.

Her hair freshly trimmed, Astrid wove in a tight Dutch braid before grabbing her body butter. Discarding her robe, she lathered her skin with the refreshing ointment before dressing in a pair of wool leggings and one of Hiccup’s tunics. After putting on a bit of her signature eyeliner, she slipped her chilly feet into the slippers Hiccup had gifted her last Snoggletog and shuffled downstairs.

“Mama!” A big smile spread across Nuffink’s face as he abandoned his cookies and toddled into Astrid’s arms. “I miss Mama.”

“I missed you, too,” Astrid lifted her son up and settled him on her hip, laughing softly at the sight of a messy braid in his hair. Glancing over at Hiccup, she laughed harder as she realized that her husband had not one, but five disheveled braids twisted across his head.

“I did Daddy’s hair and Nuffink’s hair!” Zephyr exclaimed proudly. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” replied Astrid.

“And Daddy said he’ll play dragons with me now. Can you play, too, Mama?” The little girl turned her big blue eyes up to her mother’s face. When Astrid hesitated, she clasped her hands together and, with a pout, added, “Please?”

“Alright. But only for a little while. It’s Mama’s turn to cook dinner tonight.” Hiccup and Astrid had a dinner schedule in their household. On days when Hiccup had chiefing duties in the afternoon, Astrid cooked. On days when Astrid had chiefing duties in the afternoon, Hiccup cooked.

“Yay! Nuffink can play, too,” said Zephyr, racing to her bedroom to retrieve the set of plush dragons Grandma Valka had given to her as a birthday gift. A moment later, she returned with four cuddly dragon plushies in her arms. “I’m gonna be Cloudjumper, and Daddy, you can be Toothless, and Mama, you can be Stormfly, and Nuffink, you can be Meatlug.”

After playing with the dragons and enjoying dinner together, Astrid gave the kids their baths, Hiccup told them their bedtime stories, and both parents gave them cuddles before tucking them in their respective beds and kissing them goodnight.

“I’m going to get some tea before I settle in for the night,” yawned Hiccup. “You want anything, milady?”

Astrid shook her head. “No thank you, babe. I’m alright.” Turning towards the stairs, she added, “I’ll wait for you in our room.”

“See you there.”

Letting out a sleepy sigh, Astrid shuffled up to her room and, climbing into bed, snuggled beneath the furs. She thought about how she had to wake up early for dawn patrol the next morning, how she had to finally do all the laundry that was piling up, and how Hiccup was due at a tribe meeting next moon, leaving her to run the island and manage the kids on her own for a few days.

Tugging the covers to her chin, Astrid fought off sleep as she waited for Hiccup. A few times, she thought she heard the sound of his metal leg on the wooden stairs, but was always mistaken. Soon, worry overtook her. Was he hurt? Was an intruder in the house? Was something wrong with one of the kids? Those were the thoughts racing through her mind as she climbed out from beneath her warm cocoon of blankets and hurried down the stairs.

“Babe?” she asked softly, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her husband curled up on the couch, clutching a mug of tea in one hand and Zephyr’s plush Toothless in the other. Twisting the end of her braid around her finger, she cautiously settled in beside him. “You wanna talk?”

“I think we should go see him,” Hiccup said slowly, staring down at the dragon in his lap. “I was thinking sometime next year. In the summer, maybe.”

Astrid’s first instinct was to tell her husband how ridiculous his idea was. They couldn’t even get into the Hidden World without a dragon, and what would they do with the children?

“And I want to bring the kids.”

The blonde sighed. “Hiccup…”

“I know what you’re thinking, Astrid. You’re thinking that you married a muttonhead. But I haven’t seen him in almost ten years, and the kids are starting to grow up. Especially Zephyr. She’ll be almost seven by the time we go. That’s nearly seven years of living without ever setting eyes on a live dragon.”

Astrid didn’t reply. She wanted to tell Hiccup there was no way in Hel she’d let her babies near the dragons. Dragons had been separated from humans for too long; there was no guarantee they’d still be tame. Even if they were still tame, there was no guarantee the kids would come out alive. After all, Toothless had killed Stoick.

“You don’t want to go, do you?” Hiccup asked slowly.

She bit her lip. “I don’t know, babe. I support you going, and I’ll go with you when the time comes, but shouldn’t we leave the kids with Mom?”

“What if Mom wants to come with us?”

“Then Gobber?”

“What if Gobber wants to come with us?”

“Fine, then the Ingermans.”

“What if —”

“Hiccup, we are not bringing Fishlegs and Ruffnut on a family trip.”

A small smile appeared on the chief’s lips. “So you’re saying that we’re going?”

Astrid sighed. “Is there really any use in trying to talk you out of it?”

Hiccup’s smile grew wider. Glancing out the window facing the sea, he whispered, “Don’t worry, bud. I’ll see you soon.”

#haddock family #hiccstrid #httyd #fanfic #my writing #married hiccstrid #hiccstrid babies #daddycup #momstrid

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uselessidiotsquad · 3 years

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have 🙃 and 🍻 for Riag and 🍏 and 🐇 for Valens, if those sound good! :D (also, have a bonus 🖤 if you want--it doesn't have to be a secret anything, but if there's any one of your kiddos that'd love to meet/do something with one of mine for any reason, i'd love to hear about it! :) ) @kerra-and-company

Thank you for the ask :D And yay! Valens appreciation! Feat. Galla at the end!

Riag:

🙃 For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

"I am not a good shot with anything, besides death magic. I couldn't hit a target if it was five feet in front of me and the size of an Elder Dragon. Ruby manages every single time we've gone someplace with snow to pelt me with snowballs and I've yet to even hit her once. But when I do get the hang of it- her days are numbered."

🍻 For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

"I was not a very well behaved sapling. Hardly sat through any of the lessons or guidance from the mentors. I had Dragons I was supposed to be going after, even if I didn't have any idea where to start. There had been another sapling who showed skill in necromancy that kept boasting about how they could already conjure a blood fiend as soon as they emerged from their pod and how their Dream showed them being the best necromancer to ever live, and so on."

"It was not my, er, most mature decision but I grabbed the blood fiend by it's rib cage and... may or may not have shoved their head into it's opening. And before you give me that look - they were fine, it was their blood fiend after all. One's own minions can't directly hurt them, as the summoner. If I ever meet them again, I'll apologize for it. Probably. "

Valens:

🍏 For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

The young Charr hums, running her claws through the tuft of white hair on her head distractedly.

"This is gonna sound harsh but from what I've heard from Galla and Sigilis, I'm sorta thinking that the whole 'legion' structure should just go already. I mean, sending your cubs out and never really seeing them again? What kinda industrial line broodmare life is that? And what's your option if you don't like it? Just treated like a pile of dolyak crap that's been baking in the sun for a year. Maybe it used to be better, I don't know. But the whole system of it seems to just need to be changed. So yeah. That."

🐇 For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

"Okay, okay, you can call me a cub for this but I don't care. But there is this wooden turtle that one of my mom's friends made for me when I was born. Some protective good luck charm or something that she carved from wood. Anyway, I didn't pay much mind to it until my canines started coming in and I started chewing on things to help soothe that damn itch, gah I still remember that feeling."

She wrinkles her muzzle in recalled displeasure.

"Oh, yeah right, sorry. Carried away. I chewed on that poor thing until you could hardly tell it was a turtle anymore! It was just a soggy lump of wood with little flippers. But I kept it, it was one of the few things I took with me when I took off. Thought I could use any extra protection I could get being out on the road. Must've worked pretty well, nothing's got me yet!"

🖤 For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

Galla:

"Am I allowed to say bash Weylon's face in with a mace until he stops twitching?" Galla looks to Sigilis, who shrugs but then shakes her head that no, probably not.

"Oh. Then I'd take Ari out with me and Sigilis to go have a couple of rounds at the Serrated Blade. She can even bring Cio, if she wants. I know what it's like being singled out as a cub and having Flame ruin your damn life. Having an extra pair of ears hear her out from folks who get it might help. Know it would've helped me."

The Revenant looks over to her wife again and mouths the word Better?

Sigilis gives two claws up in approval.

#gw2 #asks #Riaghael #Valens Forgedance #Galla Strangleforge #now i really want the charr to have a vent session #galla and sigilis would 100% go kick weylon's face in even if he's had a change of heart they have 0 chill #esp galla #galla is just rigid in her no tolerance policy #sigilis is more reasonable about it but not by much #they need a pub crawl #i feel like ari and galla would get along but sigilis might irritate her because she's a rowdy one with no fucks to give about anything #(besides wife)

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banalbones · 4 years

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The Petite Prince: How to Make a Paper Crown

Summary: Roman is a child, Remus loves his baby bro and they go have fun in the Dark Imagination.

Chapter 1 (for some context)

Words: 915

Ships: Familial Creativitwins

Genre: Fluff with a side dose of angst

Warnings: A few swears, falling, tell me if there’s any more!

Taglist: @pricklyfish777 @sunflowerblondeuwu @itriedandimtired @draw-your-perfect-world @cemmy @battlebunnyteardropsinthesun @nonbinary-lizard-2 @fanforeveruniverse

Note: This takes place during chapter 3, when Ro and Re go to the Dark Imagination.

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“Oh it. Is. On!”

Remus launched a ball of water at the little prince, laughing hysterically.

“Hey!” the smol one shouted, leaning back to try avoid getting wet. Well, wetter.

The trash gremlin cackled.

“Catch me if you can!”

Roman launched himself forward and chased after the now running Remus, his face screwing up in concentration as he summoned a bucket of water.

The Duke laughed loudly before seeing the bucket.

Well shit.

And in a shocking feat of power, the petite prince twisted his hands in a complicated motion, causing the water from the bucket to hurtle forward in a spiralling wave and onto Remus.

And his eyes were glowing?

That… Did his eyes always do that?

Whatever.

“AhHhHhHhHhH! NoOoOoOoOo! NOT CLEANLINESS!” Remus screeched.

“Haha! Yes cle- yes clean-cleanli-li-ness…yes clen-lee-ness!”

The small royal grinned proudly, brandishing a sword made of water. Roman didn’t seem to be aware that he had summoned it.

“Fine! FINE! You win…”

Roman whooped and jumped up and down.

“I win! I win! I nev- I never win!”

What?

Remus raised his brow.

“What about all the dragons big you beat? Doesn’t that count as winning?”

The smol one bounced around happily, the water sword dripping onto his arm.

“I know! But in th- but in things with other sides!”

That’s concerning- did he just wince?

Oh wait! Didn’t he fall down the stairs?

“Hey RoBro, are you okay?”

“No.”

The response was very chipper for the answer he had just given.

“Is anything broken?”

“No.”

“Twisted?”

“I don’t thin’ so.”

“Sore?”

Aha! A hesitation.

“No…”

Remus inwardly grinned at his small victory.

“Don’t lie!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“You so are! Here, I’ll make you a deal. You let me fix the soreness, and we go play in the Imagination!”

The smol one paused, seeming to consider the offer.

“The Dark one, an’ its- an’ it’s a deal!”

He was a little hesitant to agree at first, but anything was better than a pained little prince. Even the ruination of childhood innocence.

“Sure! Now where does it hurt?”

“Here.”

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Roman huffed as Remus bandaged his ankle.

He knew it was part of the deal, but Big him never liked to seem weak, so neither did he! At least he was going to see the Dark Imagination.

The Dark Imagination!

Roman beamed, trying his best not to bounce around as ReeRee fixed him up. A golden light shone on to the prince’s face.

Where’d the light come from?

Where’d it go?

“All done!”

Roman looked down to see his ankle wrapped up in bright red bandages.

“Le’s go!”

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Remus knew that he had done a sloppy job of bandaging the smol ones ankle, but he was the Duke, being helpful wasn’t exactly his forte.

“You ready, little prince?”

“Yeah!”

“Off we go!”

Remus scooped up the little prince (in his tentacles, of course) and sank down into the Dark Imagination.

“Woah…”

He looked down to see the smol one climbing out of his tentacles and gazing (his eyes were still glowing, should he be concerned?) around the forest in awe. And, to be fair, it was pretty impressive.

The murky green leaves covering the trees swayed in the subtle wind, the whole forest shrouded in darkness, its only light source being its fluorescent plants and lakes. The creatures of the forest hid in the face of Remus, only their hungry eyes following the small princes every move.

Then, Roman laughed.

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The petite prince pranced around and laughed and laughed and laughed. It was all so amazing!

Roman saw all of the bright, colorful plants and all of the cool, hidden creatures.

He could hear all of it!

The rushing water of some far off rivers.

The rusting of leaves on the trees.

The buzzing of a small animals wings-

Oh look! A thing! A flying thing!

The small royal squealed in joy, running around on as many surfaces as he could, attempting to see some more little things.

Its. So. COOL!

The young monarch was so delighted by everything that he didn’t notice Remus twisting his wrist, making the roots and trees move and grow in unnatural ways to provide a safer passage for the prince. And the growling, it was as though the Duke was asserting dominance.

But of course, Roman didn’t notice any of this.

The two travelled deeper within the forest, with the three (now four) year old attempting, and succeeding, to climb the trees.

“Young knight!” Remus screeched, “I challenge you to a duel!”

Roman gasped, affronted, then grinned.

“I acc-I accept!”

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And so, the two brothers with their small wooden swords battled it out.

“No! You have the high ground!” Remus cried, watching as Roman scrambled up a tree. Again.

“Yah!”

The little prince then yeeted his sword at Remus.

It hit him right in the chest.

It was honestly very impressive, the amount of skill the small royal had, though it was quite annoying for the rat man.

“I win!”

Remus smiled, then let his head drop.

“Yes, yes you did.”

Roman squealed.

“I suppose you must be crowned the winner, then.” Remus said, summoning a small paper crown.

The smol one jumped up on his branch and twirled excitedly, a golden light emanating from… somewhere… making him look like an actual Disney prince.

And then he slipped.

Remus lunged forward, catching the small figure before he could break his other ankle.

“I hereby dub thee Prince Roman ‘Creativity’ Sanders!” the trash man said, gently placing the crown on the giggling sides head.

“Yay! Again!”

And so they battled again, and again, until they got tired and a plan began formulating in Remus’s head.

Logan and Virgil were coming, might as well make the most of it!

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Thanks for reading! And for putting up with my terrible uploading schedule!

#sanders sides #thomas sanders sides #tss #roman sanders #baby roman #remus sanders #the petite prince #ill probably make more small ficlets #just saying #should they be called ficlets?#idk

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intothewickedwood · 4 years

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 4x16 Best Laid Plans

Yay! Snowing centric! It’s just a shame it had to be about them stealing a baby and filling it’s soul with darkness! Why ouat?! Why?

Unicorn! 

I hope that horn is cgi. Otherwise, poor horsey!

It’s cool that the unicorn can show you your child’s future. I wonder if it just shows you your future if you’re not expecting a baby.

Awww. Daddy Charming!

I like those plants in Snow’s vision. That doesn’t look like the EF.

Oh my. I understand why Snow would be scared after having that vision. And I guess they couldn’t really tell much about what she’d be like from Charming’s visions. 

What’s wrong with August??

Poor August!

Snowing are whispering shadily so loud and Emma’s right there lol! She must have heard them! 

Oh crap. Gold figured out that the Author was trapped inside the book!

He should be jealous hehe! Wooden Swan is a great ship!

Aww. She sees August as her first friend after Lily? Bffs!

That sleeping spell is so cool! And handy! I like that she cast it on the whole town.

The Apprentice is being controlled by the Author, isn’t he?

Run, Henry! Run!

Don’t you dare hurt your Grandson, Rumple!

Both visions could easily be true, given that Emma was a baby in Charming’s. She could have been an evil baby.

I think Snowing must have thought Maleficent’s baby was just a dragon. Considering that Lily’s father, Zorro, was also a dragon, does that mean there’s a whole species of dragon-people, like there are wolf-people.

Henry Daniel Mills. I wish we got more middle names of characters. I like to think Emma’s is Ruth. 

Please don’t make mittens out of puppies! 

Lol, snowing knocking out Ursula and Cruella xD.

Oh snap! It’s a dragon!

Snowing, please don’t do this guys!

Omg and Maleficent begging. It hurts! 

They did plan to give it back but still! 

I don’t understand why Maleficent just stood there. Couldn’t she have used her magic against them? Was she too weak after giving birth?

Oh she did blast some magic at them. But couldn’t she have teleported to follow them? 

Hope Belle didn’t hit her head falling like that. Or anyone for that matter! Hope no one was seriously hurt from falling! 

Uh oh, they caught Regina!

“No magic worse on innocents” Snowing. Get out while you can!

Oh no! Snow’s scream when she realised it’s a baby! 

And Ursula and Cruella fell through too! But did not look after it.

I hate this Storyline. How could they do this to Snowing!

I’m surprised Maleficent didn’t attack them afterwards. She had plenty of time.

Guys, pls don’t throw that page in the fire!

Snow: “Heroes do what’s right, not what’s easy.” Okay Dumbledore.

I’m glad they told Emma the truth. She is not taking it well.

Emma, are you sleeping honey? You look tired.

That was nice of Cinderella to get them a baby mobile. It’s weird, Alexandra should be older than Emma, I think. I guess that means that from the time Cinderella is pregnant, it’s 9 months before the curse is cast. But then, I guess Snow must have been pregnant while Cinderella was pregnant, so no, Emma was always older than Alexandra. 

I hate that they made Snowing do this.

I love them though.

Let Maleficent see her child, Rumple.

Okay, this is breaking me.

How is that big ass key gonna fit in that tiny door?

Trapping the Author in the page for years was a bit cruel. Did they ever intend to let him out? Just let him write his happy ending and find a new Author.

Why is he running?

#4x16 best laid plans #4x17 best laid plans #ouat 4x16 #ouat 4x17 #snowing #mary margaret blanchard #snow white #david nolan #emma swan #prince charming #ouat #once upon a time #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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scatterpatter · 4 years

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An Alicorn(get it? get it???) fic because im self indulgent

I just wanted to write about Corren and @jazznet‘s Alistair(GET IT? ALISTAIR AND CORREN- ALI COR-N? pls laugh im beg) bonding and stuff, so like... I did. I lov them a lot so have nearly 4k words of them snarking at each other

Word Count: 3,853

Content warnings: swearing, off-screen character with unnamed severe illness, implied toxic familial situation, mentions of death

“Ah, well, can’t say this is the deadliest situation I’ve been in!”

“Speak for yourself, dipshit!” Corren yelled, tugging Alistair’s wrist harder as they weaved through the trees of the forest, nearly tripping over thick tree roots and dense shrubbery “Is it still tailing us?!”

Alistair glanced behind them for only a moment, and lo and behold, there was a massive dragon flying just above the treetops, eyes fixed on the two F.U.C.K.s “… You got any teleporting spells left?”

“You think I wouldn’t have cast one if I did?!” The Marelienth yelled, panic spiked way too much to bother acting nice. If he had any 4th-level spell slots left, he could easily teleport the both of them a good 800 feet away from the situation, but of course he wasted them all earlier in the fight.

“Well, at least we know everyone else is safe!” Alistair chirped, sarcasm in his tone to combat the adrenaline as they both ran for their lives.

“Yeah, good for them, let’s maybe not get killed ourselves before we celebrate!” He tugged on the human’s wrist to get them going once more. Maybe if he could get under enough tree cover, they could get out of sight and the dragon won’t notice them… Corren cast a brief look over his shoulder-

Oh.

Oh no.

The dragon was still right behind them, only rather than just chasing them down, they began to suck in the energy around them, a bright fireball forming in its mouth as it prepared a breath attack.

Oh, fuck.

His gaze quickly fell to Alistair, sizing up his wounds. Normally their leader had enough health to survive some of the heavier hits, but he was already looking roughed up from before. Oh no… he might not instantly get killed if hit, but he’ll definitely get knocked out, and leaving him half-dead with a dragon probably won’t end well.

Corren, though, knew he himself was going to die instantly if hit. And death doesn’t sound very good right now. He’ll take a hard pass. But without the ability to teleport…

Wait. He didn’t waste all of his lower-level magic yet. Maybe he could…

Oh, fuck it.

With a quick wave of his hand, he summoned a rope that seemed to come down from a blank space in the sky, almost as if leading up into nothing, and ending about 10 feet above them. He gave it a quick test tug before handing it to Alistair. “Climb.”

“What is-”

“NO TIME, JUST CLIMB.” He barked, nearly shoving the human to climb the rope, satisfied once he did so and quickly following suit, the heat of flames brushing by his ankles as they both disappeared from the area.

… Corren allowed himself to breathe as he climbed up and fully into the small wooden structure he made, quickly shutting the small trap door he came in through. “That… was way too close for comfort.”

“Uh.” Alistair still seemed panicked, though Corren took ease knowing he was safe in this space. “What-?!”

“Chillax, it’s a spell I know.” He waved a dismissive hand, taking a seat against the nearest wall to rest. With the adrenaline finally passing, all he felt was exhaustion overtaking. “It’s called ‘rope trick’. We can camp out here for a while, and hopefully when we leave again, the dragon won’t be there anymore.”

“I… oh.” Alistair blinked, his own panic seeming to now die down in their temporary safety. Alistair was a pretty competent spellcaster, so Corren knew he wouldn’t have to explain too much detail for his leader to get the gist of what he was doing.

The human looked around, fully absorbing their surroundings now that he had the time to do so. They were in a small wooden room, the “trap door” being the only exit. Two windows lined the walls, looking out into an expanse of forest. Though, unlike the warm, deciduous forest they were fleeing in moments ago, this forest seemed to be made of pine and mountainous trees, air much cooler and less humid than where they were before. Small bookshelves and chairs made most of the furniture in the room, little drawings and maps tacked to the walls, it was almost like… “Are- Are we in a treehouse?”

“Mhm! … Well, technically no.” Corren pulled a book from one of the shelves, absentmindedly flipping through its pages as he explained “We’re in a demiplane right now. We can’t leave this room, except to exit back to where we came from, so don’t bother trying to climb out a window.” He snorted a bit, remembering the time he attempted to, only to be smacked in the face by the planar equivalent of a brick wall. “I can choose how this looks, though, so I wanted it to look like this.”

Alistair cocked an eyebrow, amusement flashing over his expression beneath the shock “… You do not strike me as the treehouse type.”

“I’m not! Well, not anymore, I guess.” He shrugged, trying to wave off the embarrassed blush he felt creeping on his face at opening up about his… I guess this would be his more vulnerable side. “I uh… I had one just like this when I was a kid. It’s... I don’t know.” He cast a look down to the book in his hands, smiling fondly as he caressed his fingers over the page “It’s kind of comforting, I guess.”

Alistair stood there a minute, seeming to almost study the situation… then walked over, sitting by the Marelienth’s side. “Well, guess we have some time to kill. Got anything good in there?” He grinned, motioning to the bookshelf nearest to them.

Corren laughed a bit- surprised that he caught himself laughing, actually- and set his own book aside “I wouldn’t pick from that shelf, actually. It’s more children’s books than anything than else.”

Alistair smirked “Weren’t you just reading one from that shelf?”

“I was flipping through it for the nostalgia, dipshit.” Corren glared… though they both knew that his annoyance was completely surface level. He quickly rolled his eyes, standing up stepping over to another shelf to browse through the books he stored there. “Hang on, I’ll find something.”

What would Alistair’s tastes be? … He’d probably be more like Julian than Mila, so he’ll browse Julian’s old books. He clicked his tongue, running a finger over each book’s spine, scanning their titles. Would Al be a fiction or a non-fiction type…? … Hm. He paused on one book, hesitant for a moment, but decided it might be an interesting read for the Weathervane.

Alistair blinked in surprise when the book was dropped on his lap, taking it in his hands and reading the title out of curiosity “’History of Spellcasting in Marelienth Society’?”

Corren shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought you might find it interesting, since you’re magical, but it’s also something you probably don’t already know.”

Alistair hummed in response, flipping through a few pages to get a sense of what he was reading. “… Could use more pictures.”

“Oh my gods.” Corren pinched the bridge of his nose “I should have let you pick from the children’s shelf.”

They both laughed as Corren sat by his side once more, unable to help the smug grin as he saw Alistair’s attention quickly shift back to the book, finding a section and quickly latching onto it. He watched the human’s eye scan the page with fervor, absorbing whatever he could in the limited time they had.

Corren couldn’t help the way his smile went from smug to something softer. The way Alistair acted, how he was so passionate about all he did and all he was interested in, the way he loved what he did so effortlessly… Despite any fears and anxieties that weighed him down, he always found a way to trudge forward. It was all-to-familiar to Corren, though it was something he hadn’t witnessed in years. It was… almost uncanny how much Alistair reminded him of…

“Julian!!!” Corren yelled, slamming the door to their treehouse open and giving an angry gasp at the Marelienth inside. “I knew you were in here still!”

The older Marelienth gave a small wave, but didn’t pry his eyes away from his book “Just give me five minutes, I’m almost done this chapter!”

“You said the same thing half an hour ago!!!”

“… I started a new chapter since then.”

Corren groaned loudly, fully climbing into the treehouse and crawling over to his older brother, flopping against his side dramatically “I’m boooooored!!!”

Julian just laughed, finally defeated by the child’s antics, and set his book aside, using just one arm to scoop Corren up as he got to his feet. Julian was still somewhat young, not fully grown into adulthood yet, but still stood a good 6 feet tall. Corren, on the other hand, was still a child, and was very small compared to his brother. “Alright, alright, you drama queen. I need to pick up supplies for tomorrow’s run anyways, so you can come along.”

Corren didn’t seem to mind being carried one-handedly, just swaying his legs happily “Yay~!”

The two brothers left their treehouse, walking past their home and onto the streets of their town of Warrencrest. The forest surrounding their town left a scent of pine in the air, accompanied by a hint of frost to signify the changing of the seasons. Corren was set down at this point, and settled for keeping up a quick pace to match Julian’s longer strides. He held onto his brother’s hand, though, which made sure he didn’t get left behind or lost by chasing some distraction.

With his brother leading them along, Corren let his eyes wander over their town as they walked through it. Warrencrest was a mostly Marelienth-occupied town, and it was pretty rare to see other races around their home. Everyone seemed to keep to themselves, always focused on studying time and magic and all sorts of other things that Corren ‘wasn’t mature enough to understand yet’. He felt like he was living in a bubble sometimes- it was like his siblings were the only ones who wanted to talk to him… about anything other than academics, at least. Though, that really only bothered him so much. I mean, he had 2 best friends, and he just happened to be related to them! It only sucked when they would go on short quests for some extra gold and Corren had to stay home and wait for them to come back.

Speaking of quests… “What’s the job you’re doing this time?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, let me check.” Julian used a free hand to reach into his pocket, pulling a sheet of paper out and unfolding it. It was a help wanted ad, easy to find on job boards outside of stores or taverns. He read over the terms, eyes scanning the details before he sighed and shoved the job offer back in his pockets “Just a delivery run. Apparently the passage to get to this other town is pretty rough on the terrain, and the Client’s getting up there in years, so he figured it’d be a safer bet to pay someone else to do it.”

Corren pouted, disappointed at the terms “Awww, no fighting a big scary monster or anything?”

Julian snorted, caught off-guard by the sheer absurd innocence of such a question “No, no scary monsters. Sorry to be the one to break it to you, little buddy, but questing isn’t always this grand adventure. Sometimes it’s boring, but at least you get paid… like a job!”

“Ew.” The younger Marelienth stuck his tongue out. Adventuring being boring like a job??? Gross. Though that could probably mean… Corren suddenly perked up “Oh! So if it’s not dangerous, can I come with you?”

“Uh, I don’t know…” Julian sighed, scratching his cheek “Like I said: it’s rough terrain. The last thing I’d want is for you to trip and fall down a cliff and become a Corren-Pancake.” Despite the lighthearted joking, he cringed a bit “Uh, yeah, Dad would definitely kill me if I brought you home as a skeleton instead of a Marelienth. Besides, I’ll need you to stay home and take care of our big sis while I’m gone!”

Corren frowned, tilting his head a little “She’s not going with you either?”

“Uh… no.” The lighthearted air he had around him before quickly dissipated, and he squeezed Corren’s hand a little bit “Mila’s still sick, so I don’t think she’ll be able to go questing for a while…”

How sick was she? Usually whenever Corren got sick, he’d be fine after just a couple of days, but Mila’s been stuck at home for nearly 2 weeks now! “… She’s gonna get better, right?”

Julian hesitated, only for a moment, but if Corren were older he would’ve known exactly what that hesitation meant. Instead, he was met with a reassuring smile and a pat to the head “Of course she’s gonna get better. This is our big sis we’re talking about, it takes more than just a little cold to knock a Hartwell down!”

Corren just giggled, content with the answer he got “Yeah, you’re right, but I’m gonna be the best protector until then! I know magics now!”

“That so?” Julian quickly let the lighthearted air roll back in, grateful for his brother’s naivety. “Well, show me something, then!”

Corren just grinned, letting go of his hand to run over to the side of the street, picking up a small rock and trotting back over to him. With a small wave of his hand, the rock suddenly became illuminated, giving off light like a torch.

“That’s ‘Light’, isn’t it?” Julian smiled, impressed by that small spell he was able to cast “Well look at you, learning neat Cantrips! Next thing you know, you’re gonna be the most powerful spellcaster in all of Sekrezia!”

“You know it!” Corren ate up the praise, dropping the rock and putting his hands on his hips in a prideful pose before going back to walking by Julian’s side “You know, I’m gonna be a great adventurer one day.”

“Is that so?” He suddenly grabbed Corren, hoisting him up and over his head in order to perch him on his shoulders and carry the smaller Marelienth that way “You’re going to be a hero and explore the world?”

“Yeah!!!” Corren grinned, not even blinking to the idea of riding on Julian’s shoulders. It made him feel tall! “I’m gonna team up with a bunch of other cool adventurers, and we’re going to save the world from all sorts of eeeevil monsters! And I’ll be super cool and know all sorts of neat spells!” He pushed his glasses back into place after they slipped down his nose a bit “I’ll go down in legends, and everyone’s going to think I’m super cool! ‘Corren Hartwell, the bestest adventurer of all time’!”

“’Bestest’?” Julian parroted, unable to keep in a small fit of laughter at just how pure that was “Alright, well when you’re rich and famous, can I get some of the gold you earn?”

He huffed, bapping his brother on the forehead “No way, stink-face, that’s my hard-earned gold, you can make your own!”

“Alright, alright, can’t blame your poor feeble brother for trying.” He joked, rolling his eyes fondly as they made it to their town’s main market square. “… You’ve got that spark, Corr. I feel like if you really worked at it, you could be a really cool mage. … Almost as cool as me.”

“Almost?!” He squeaked, pouting at the way his brother got such a laugh out of that.

Well, he hasn’t exactly saved the world or gone down in legends, but…

“Corren?” Alistair snapped his fingers in front of the Marelienth to catch his attention, snapping Corren out of his daze “Hey, you still with me?”

“Huh?” He blinked once or twice, pulling himself back to present day to focus his attention on the human “What’s up?”

“It looked like you were spacing out on me, you good?”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m okay.” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, not realizing just how long he was getting lost in old memories for. “Sorry, just reminiscing.”

Alistair nodded, going back to his book for a few moments… then cast a gaze back at Corren. “Why’d you leave?”

Corren went stiff, not expecting such a personal question out of the blue like that. “… What do you mean?”

He cast a look around the room again, noting all of the makeshift maps of nearby areas and crude drawings that lined the walls “It just… seems like you had a pretty good childhood. And this definitely isn’t anywhere near Lilenthemar. So why’d you leave?”

Ah. Corren knew he’d have this conversation sooner or later, but he still didn’t know how to talk about… everything that happened. How could you put what happened into words? He knows that if he’s to stay with the group, he’ll probably have to come clean about everything sooner or later, but… well, he’ll put off that conversation as long as he can. “… You’re right, I did have a pretty good childhood. Things were never perfect, but… I was happy.”

Corren ran a hand along the wood that made the walls. The actual treehouse he grew up in was long gone; wood rotted and the tree toppled, but in this demiplane, it was like his old hangout was preserved in time. … If anything, that only upset him more, knowing that everything around him was just a projection of what used to be, a childhood and innocence he could never get back. “… I’m sure you’d know this better than I ever would, but good things… have a tendency not to last.” He took a deep breath, swallowing his fears and letting himself open the fuck up for once. “After some things went wrong, I wasn’t happy here anymore… and after some more things went wrong, I didn’t even feel safe here. So, I left. I wasn’t even planning on staying in Lilenthemar, but I just so happened to meet Jethro and… well. You can’t exactly say no to a job offer from a man like him.”

Alistair snorted, fond memories of how they met Corren through their shared connection with Jericho’s father… and how they practically broke the poor Marelienth with their shenanigans. That fondness quickly faded, though, in favor of the sympathetic frown he cast to his teammate “… I’m sorry, about everything that happened. You didn’t deserve to feel unsafe in your own home.”

“Yeah…” Corren sighed, folding his arms and avoiding eye contact like the plague. He still wasn’t used to weird and intimate moments like this. “You’re right, I didn’t deserve that, but… hey, sometimes bad things just… happen. And I mean… I’m not really that sorry about it.”

“You’re not?”

The Marelienth shook his head “I mean, it sucked, don’t get me wrong about that, but. If I never ran away, I never would’ve met Jethro or Raerose. And if I never worked for Jethro, I never would’ve met- or eventually teamed up with- all of you, so…” He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his expression “I’d say it wasn’t all bad.”

Alistair just returned the smile, giving Corren a light punch on the arm “So you do love us and our antics~”

He rolled his eyes, grateful to have the tense and vulnerable moment passing for their usual snark “Oh live it up, weather boy. Just be grateful I keep sending your love messages to your boyfriend free of charge.”

“We love you too, Corren.”

He snorted, punching the human back “That’s it, I’ve had enough of your bullshit feelsy mush. That dragon’s probably gone by now, and we should regroup with the rest of the F.U.C.K.s.”

“Aw, can’t we wait just five more minutes?” Alistair pouted, motioning to the book he was given earlier “I’m almost done this chapter!”

Corren blinked incredulously, not believing his ears for a minute. He really just… “Holy shit. You are the same goddamn person.”

That caught Alistair off guard as he suddenly looked at Corren like he had two heads “… Who’s the same?”

“Uh-” He shook his head, embarrassed that he actually said that out loud “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” … Maybe a quick subject change would help, “Well, we could stay here a while longer… but the group might start thinking we’re dead. I mean, unless you want Lautrek to be appointed the new leader in your absence…”

Alistair quickly shut the book, panic setting on his expression “Uh, you know what? Maybe we should head back now. Don’t want to scare the others, haha!”

Corren just smirked. It was too easy sometimes. He opened the door back to the Material Plane, letting Alistair exit before Corren followed suit.

They landed right where they left, only the forest around them was charred completely, some branches and trunks still in flames from the fiery breath attack they barely avoided. The good news, though, was that the dragon was nowhere in sight, so they were safe for the time being.

“Wow.” Alistair remarked, scuffing his boot along the dead grass beneath them “We totally would’ve died if we got hit by that.”

“Oh yes.” Corren nodded in agreement, stretching his back lazily “I would’ve died in an instant, but you? Probably would’ve been a long, agonizing death. You would’ve wished you had low health like me. Like your blood would start to-”

“Ooookay kid, I know you’re a little bit Necromancer, but I need you to dial it down on going into detail over how I would burn to death.” Alistair patted Corren on the back, putting just enough force behind his hits for the Marelienth to get the not-so-passive aggressive message… But then a swift look of fear fell over his expression “Uh, Corren?”

“Yeah?”

“So that dragon was chasing us, so we knew our teammates would be safe?”

“Uh… yes?” He raised an eyebrow, unsure of where Alistair was going with this.

“And if we chose to hide so the dragon would eventually leave…”

Oh no. Corren was starting to get an idea where he was going with this.

“… What’s to say that Dragon didn’t go back to attacking everyone else after we disappeared?” Alistair slowly turned to share that look of horrified realization with the other.

… Oh, fuck.

“I don’t think we thought this through.” Alistair quickly readied his Halberd, looking back to where they came from.

“Thought this through?! I saved our lives!” Corren huffed, pulling out the sniper that was strapped to his back. “Guess we gotta save a few more, greeaat!”

Alistair smirked a little, pulling a health potion from his pocket and quickly chugging it down. “So, starting to regret crossing paths and joining us yet~?”

He scoffed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face “Aw, cute. Don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily, Stormcrown.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Hartwell.”

#my fics #corren #alistair #julian #listen its a fluff-fest. sue me.#just lET MY BOYS BE HAPPY

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ravens-rambling · 5 years

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True Loves Kiss

A/N: This one is also a bit of a stretch but ehhhh. It’s suppose to be ‘Dragon Witch’ prompt XD

@sanderssidescelebrations

WC: 1,373

ships: Romantic Logince

warnings: Cursing, Mentions of homophobia, Haunted Toys, uuuhh I think that’s it

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75@frostedlover@mycatshuman @mutechild@panicattheeverywhere15@overlord-winter @analogical-mess@saddestlittlebabe

Roman didn’t mean to get cursed. Guess it wasn't a smart move to piss off a witch… Who would’ve thunk it?

For centuries now he’s been trapped inside this knights toy, unable to talk or do much of anything. Well, at first.

His first owner was a young boy who stumbled across him when he was exploring the neighborhood. And he picked him up and brought him home. For years he played with him until he got bored in his later years then kept him in an attic. Until he gave him to his son.

Now, the spell was that only true loves kiss could break the spell. The reason why she did this? Oh, she was jealous cause he found him with another guy and apparently didn’t like that. And that’s how he found out that she is a witch. A dragon witch to be precise, or at least that’s what she called herself.

However, as the years went by her spell slowly weakened. Now he’s able to move at small times of the day. It was gradual movements at first, and now he's able to move his hand and foot. Even blink and open his mouth.

And of course, nobody liked a toy being able to move by itself.

At first, nobody really noticed. But as more time passed by he guessed people grew as well. They developed this thing called…cameras? He wasn’t sure he heard that right, he thinks he did though. And apparently they spied on him while he was moving around. How does he know this? Cause the next day he gets tossed out to the next owner. Now he can’t keep an owner for months without being sold to another owner.

And as time passed by his hopes of ever finding his true love got dimmer and dimmer. His hopes of ever getting out of this prison get lower with each passing day. And by now he doesn’t think he’ll ever be free. This will probably be his life until somebody burns him. Or dismantle him…

That was until one owner. One fateful day.

After being auctioned off in a huge room with lots of people he was going home with his new owner. He was a businessman by the looks of it. Wore a black suit with a dark blue tie. Had black square glasses and blue eyes… Yep, he means business for sure.

He wants to blink at him but for some reason, he couldn’t in this glass case. It restricted every movement he could make… So he had to sit there and watch him while he drove to his new home.

And he soon came to know that he really means business. As in the witch kind of business.

Apparently this Logan Berry is from a family line of witches. Which he found interesting. And he had bought him cause he had a hunch that there was something wrong. And a good thing for that too.

When he unhooked the box Roman instantly could move again and he blinked at him while he was being held. But Logan didn't scream like all the previous owners before him did. Instead, he simply stared and hummed in thought.

“You’ve had a spell placed on you, haven't you? Feels like a powerful one… Whatever witch did this was extremely powerful. And must’ve been angry at you… Whatever you did. Well, no matter, I’ll save you. Don’t you worry.”

And he was telling the truth. For months he experimented and failed in bringing him back. However, he did weaken the spell enough so as he could start talking. And he told Logan what happened and how to break it.

“True love? Oh… Hm… Interesting… That must be some dark magic cause I've never heard that. I’ve read on voodoo and I thought that's what this was. But if it’s to deal with true love then that's not the case…”

“I don’t know…anything about magic…or spells… Guess I angered the wrong…witch, didn’t I?” He had to talk slowly since whatever Logan did didn’t work completely. If he talked too fast his mouth will freeze up.

“That you did. I wonder how this ‘true love’ of yours is supposed to break the spell?”

Roman gasped, his eyes lighting up, “Like Princess And The Frog maybe?! I liked that movie and maybe it’s like that and-” He was cut off by his mouth freezing up again, his voice dying out.

“I told you not to talk fast.” Logan sighed and mumbled a spell that unfroze him. “I don’t know if that’ll work? It seems too straightforward…”

“Logan.” Roman looked up at the witch determinedly. “Kiss me.”

“What?! Why would I do that?”

“It worked in the movie! It’ll work here, right? And maybe you’re my true love! I haven’t had anybody so determined to change me back and-” The spell wore off again.

With bright red cheeks, Logan sighed and cast the spell again. Before Roman could say anything he rubbed his eyes. “Roman, that was a fictional movie. And it's highly illogical that it would even work. It has to be some counterspell to fix it or-”

“Please, Logan? Can we try?”

Logan looked down to see the toy solder giving him the biggest puppy eyes he’s ever seen. And that’s impressive, considering he’s a toy and everything. Logan’s cheeks grew redder and he sighed.

“Alright. Fine. One kiss.”

“Yay!! Thank you, Logan!” Roman beamed and danced around on the table. But when Logan leaned down to pick him up he stood still so it’ll be easier.

“Mhm… Sure. Don’t speak of this to anyone, especially my son. Alright?”

“My lips are sealed, Mr. Berry!” Roman huffed and nodded, making a point to zipper his lips shut. Logan couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that.

“Alright… 1… 2… 3.” He counted then leaned forward and kissed the lips of the toy. As soon as his lips touched the toys hard wooden one wind came out from the walls. It blew around them faster and faster. Electricity crackled around them, causing Logan's papers to blow around even more. And he felt the hairs on his arms raised.

Logan’s eyes widened and he looked in front of him to see the dolls features changing. It was growing in size and becoming more human-like. One by one his features come back, his eyes, his nose.

Until finally, they both landed on the floor once the wind came to a stop and the electricity dimmed down. And he could finally move his lips from the other.

The man before him was stunning. He was darker in the skin, mirroring the darker wood that the toy was seemingly was made from. But he also had freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose. His dark hair was wavy, flowing upwards in a stylish manner. And his eyes were of a milk chocolate brown color. His clothes were old fashioned if Logan had to guess off the bat it was from the 1700s.

They both stared at each other for several minutes, both of them coming to terms with what just happened.

Until Roman just broke that moment of silence. He jumped in the air and beamed, his eyes lighting up and he squealed. “I knew it would work! I just had to meet the right guy! Disney, you didn’t fail me! Thank you!” Then he hugged him.

And Logan felt his face grow even brighter. His heart skipped a beat for a moment, then he felt it speed up. He…didn’t think he was this hot in his real body… Holy shit…

“You okay, spec’s?” Roman asked, now pulling him away and beaming still.

Quickly he shook his head and readjusted his tie, clearing his throat a bit. “Yes, I am. I’m glad that the spell reversed. Now, I have work to attend to. I still have to figure out how exactly that worked and so i-”

“Oh, don’t give me that, Lo! It worked! Which means your my soulmate! We’re destined together! Don't you feel it? I’m so glad you're my new owner!” He kissed Logan again.

Yeah… Logan was never a believer in destiny or soulmates but maybe… Just this one time…

He is.

#logan sanders #logan #roman #roman sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fic #sanders sides au #logince #romantic logince #my fics #sanders sides human au #sanders sides witch au

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A half-orc and his ax. Chapter 2: Unlikely allies and enemies.

Ox counted the supplies he had gained from his trip to Warwick while following the road. Bandages, various medicines, and a whetstone in case his ax needed sharpening after the battle was done. He didn’t have any currency the town used so he had to barter with pelts and meats from previous hunts.

Soon enough he found the fort the townspeople described to him. From the outside, almost the entire fort seems to be made of stone with a wall slightly higher than the towns but only a few wooden archer towers were at the front to protect the main entrance. A large stone tower rose from the center of the fort that seemed to be the main building. The only way Ox could see to get in would be through the door as even if he could make a ladder he would be shot down from it in an instant.

He grabbed his ax off of his back and mentally prepared himself for the coming fight before walking to the main gate. He could hear the archers nock their bows as he approached and heard a man's voice yell “Unless you’re here to pay tribute to the next ruler of Rosela you’d best fuck off before you become more holes than person!”

Ox analyzed his soon to be opponent. Poorly made and loose leather armor covered his vital areas and a simple wooden bow was aimed at Ox’s chest. Clearly, the leader hoarded the best weaponry. This would be a nice stress reliever for Ox but not a very challenging battle. He stared into the eyes of the archer that spoke to him and simply replied “Ox is here to kill all bastards and send skulls to nice town.” Instead of continuing their pleasant conversation the archers started letting loose their arrows. Ox was able to dodge into the archway and take advantage of a weakness he had noticed from afar. With the towers only protecting the front they had no way to shoot into the archway that held the gate and with no bandits on the ground, all they could do is wait for Ox to cut down an entrance or open the gate and meet him head-on. The brute started to make himself angry as he attacked the door. He thought of the death of the battleborn tribe, the casualties these bandits must have caused Warwick, and most of all how scared the little one must be without her mothers and surrounded by bastards.

After a few strikes, the bandits chose to meet him head-on. Several cowbells had been rung as a makeshift alarm. They grouped up at the gate before opening it but Ox was ready. He charged through the wall of fighters and went straight for the archers that had gone to the back to pelt him down while he fought the swordmen. The archers fired the arrows they had prepared and tried to get their daggers ready while the swordsmen got back up but they were not quick enough. Arrows pierced the berserker's sides but he could barely feel them as his rage took over. Running into the line of archers a quick spin of his ax took off two archers heads. As their corpses fell three daggers tried to get to his heart but were too low. A kick to the chest sent the one in front of him back and knocked down a swordsman who had just gotten up and two slices finished off all but the one archer who was now running towards the tower to alert their leader.

With the archers dealt with the swordsmen surrounded Ox. This area was too open and not good for what Ox had planned. He charged forward and swung as hard as he could at a smaller bandit causing them to fall over and make an opening for him. The swordsmen probably missing their archers ran after the brute as he went up the stairway to the wall the archers had threatened him from. With the staircase acting as a funnel it was much easier to cut the ones in front down as others tried to take their place. Some were smart and tried to go to another staircase to flank him but it was on the other side of the gate and with their forces divided it was simple work to slaughter the rest of them.

A primal roar forced Ox’s attention to the base of the tower as his target glared daggers at him. He had a chance to get a closer look at him from here. Scales covered six feet of this humanoid that were white as fresh snow. Sharp talons covered the leader's hands and feet but only three fingers and a thumb held onto his weapon of choice which was a greatsword with a red gemstone in the hilt. Unlike his underlings, he wore steel armor across his chest and lower body but did not cover his face, hands, or feet presumably to make use of his talons and sharp jaw.

“You’ve got talent Orc I’ll give you that. No wonder all my other camps fell to you and your damned tribe. But your killing spree ends here! I’m the descendant of a white dragon! I’m gonna make you a nice ice statue for my bedroom! You’ve got no tribe to back you up, no help coming to save you, and I’ve got no mercy!” he gave another roar as he charged up the stairs to meet Ox head-on but he was ready. An overhead slice was blocked by the long handle of Ox’s ax as he kicked him back to make space. He didn’t go as far as the archer had and instead of predictably charging again the chief instead opened his jaw as a blizzard came from it freezing the stone under him as it threatened to swallow Ox whole.

He was not prepared to dodge and instead threw himself off the wall where he painfully fell on his side. As he tried to get up the chief jumped off with his sword held high hoping to bury the sword in his heart. A roll saved him as the landing forced some of the ground to give way to the energy of his impact. As the chief got his weapon free Ox was able to stand and slice his side. A startled cry came from the bandit leader as he got his sword free and retaliated with a swing at the berserker's arms. He thought he could safely dodge the attack but his legs felt strangely heavy and could not move them well. A quick look down showed he had not completely dodged the breath attack as the torn parts of his boots and pants showed bright red skin and his legs felt unusually cold and slower than the rest of his body

“You’re fucked now orc! That cold is gonna spread through you like a wildfire! Even if you kill me you won’t have enough time to get back to Warwick for a cleric! You’re dead meat! So do us both a favor and just die already!” A quick swing aimed to take Ox’s head off but he was able to crouch down and used the force of coming back up to swing his ax up into the bandits face cutting it in half through the center. As his blood sprayed across Ox’s body they both fell to the ground. He took off his boots and searched through his bag. Quickly now what could be used to stop the cold? Herbs used to stop bleeding? No, Pills to stop the pain? No. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing! He could feel the cold going up his legs and to his heart as he searched. Ox couldn’t die now. He wouldn’t die now! He got angrier and angrier thinking of the little one still trapped in the tower. Who would know to come here and save her? Who would know the bastards are dead and travel is safer now? He screamed his anger to the skies as his body quickly went through hypothermia and passed out.

Cold...Everything is so cold. Where is fire? Ox wants fire like at home camp.....Warm? What is warm? Is there a fire? It felt like the sun had started shining brighter, hotter. Ox opened his eyes but quickly closed them again as blinding light assaulted his eyes. He could hear faint chanting from a soft voice.

“Marisol bless this stranger with your healing light. Let the dragons cold evil breath be filled with the warm love from your heart. Grant him life upon this day so he may keep safe those who praise your name”

The light grew stronger as warmth returned to Ox’s body. He could feel his legs again and opened his eyes once the light had faded to see a woman with long blond hair in steel armor with a strange symbol on it standing next to him with her eyes close holding her hands together. She opened her eyes to reveal light blue eyes with a kind soul behind them. Almost as if her happiness radiated out of them.

“Yay! You’re safe! I worried I had come too late and would have to bury you on your final battlefield. Oh. Apologies. My name is Hana. I’m a cleric or Marisol and I came to help you in your fight but it seems the fighting has already stopped. Do you need a hand?”

She lowered her hand and Ox gently grasped it and let her help him up. “Ox is Ox. What was light? How did happy one know of Ox?”

“Oh. My wife is the head of the guards in town. When she said there was a newcomer to town I wanted to meet you but you had already left. I asked her what you were in a hurry for and when she told me of the bounties you took I knew no one could handle Alasar alone. It seems you almost proved me wrong if only you had not been touched by his magic breath” She said looking at the pool of blood that surrounded the leader's corpse. “As for the light that was Marisol’s healing light. As I said I’m a cleric and spread her love around the world...Or at least I used to before I settled down in Warwick. Now help heal the town of Warwick and lead prayers.”

“Why light goddess help Ox? Gods hate Ox. Gods let Battleborns die after killing bastards.”

“Battleborns?” She said looking along Ox’s body and seeing his clans burnt banner along his belt. She gave a shocked gasp and looked up at him “You’re with the group that was killing bandits and returning stolen property a year ago!? Everyone at Warwick has been wondering what happened to them.” Remembering the burns on the banner and Ox’s words she lost her excitement “Oh. I’m sorry to hear about your camp. Were there any survivors?”

“Only Ox. Ox try to keep battleborn war against bastards going but is hard without tribe.”

“Well how about we get Sylis and your trophy to town so you can be rewarded and we’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded for your work. I’ll let you do the...uh....’ honors’” she said pointing to the leader.

He took the hint and quickly cut off the dragonborns head as Hana looked away and he cut a hole for it to hang on his belt. They both entered the tower which was showed clear signs of being left in a hurry. The first floor was a dining hall with now cold food all around. Going up a floor was the bandits training area where recently used arrows still stuck out of training dummies made of hay. Finally, the third floor was what they were searching for. The chief's room. Trophies of humanoid heads littered the room with what must have been a luxury bed for them but was just a regular inn bed at the far wall of the room. Near the bed, chains were bolted into the wall and a half-elf girl with dark brown hair was staring helplessly at the ground. Hana began walking forward but the brute's arm stopped her in her tracks.

“Shh. Ones captured by bastards afraid of loud noises. Let Ox help.” His entire personality seemed to change before Hana as he carefully stepped towards the girl. Sylis flinched as she heard his footsteps and looked up at him with fearful eyes “Are...Are you here to hurt me? I promise I won’t talk back again I just want to know if my parents are ok!” Ox gave a gentle “shhh” as he came closer. She looked away from him in fear.

“Be still.” He warned her. Ox held his ax high and cut the chains binding her. The little girl looked at her freed hand in shock and looked at the brute who was now sitting next to her. All she could do is hug him and cry. She cried to her what seemed like days and went on about how the bandits had abused her for fun and she just wanted to go home. She cried herself into exhaustion and fell asleep him Ox’s arms. He gently picked her up and walked out of the tower with Hana. Hana was shocked at how well this giant of a man could handle the little girl. How someone who had cut a Dragonborn's face in half and took on a bandit camp by himself could also be so gentle and caring for someone in need was beyond her.

With the girl safely in his arms and the leader's head not so safely dangling off his belt Ox and Hana returned to Warwick for some well-deserved rest.

#a half orc and his ax #chapter 2 #fantasy #story #orcs #bandits #dragonborn #magic #D&D #dungeons and dragons #cleric #tw: gore #tw: abuse victim

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kaiju-z · 5 years

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Seon Adventures Episode 18: Welcome To Crystalgate

Following the month long journey from Menum to Crystalgate, full of peryls and wonders, our daring heroes find ourselves taking shelter under the roof of the Crusty Challice Inn. A shady tavern of sorts.

Possibly a fitting moment for the party to roll for either Stealth or Sleight of Hand, because by the time we get rooms, Belli finds herself 40 gold coins short.

Apart of that unfortunate circumstance, the party generally have themselves a well earned sleep. Sort of. Now that I think about it, the baby, Rimefang and the animals have the best sleep, as the straw and wooden frames were hell for the sleepers.

Personal shenanigans aside, by morning time, once we’re together again, everyone agrees to get grub once they’re properly inside the city, as opposed the outskirts of the walls.

Once inside, the party admire the view of the different shapes and sizes of buildings and a variety of people coming and going, following their own path in life. Immediatelly their eyes go to the blue section of town, walled off from the rest, guards protecting it.

Approaching them, the 6 quickly learn from the half elven guard that this is where the people of importance generally live. The rich people district, as it were. Cluing the party in on one of the jobs they are to perform in town, a personal quest for Nelatha, the half-elven bard, whomst clearly was being sought out by dangerous people, if the dead messenger was anything to go by.

The Charisma Duo of Belli and Luctan persuade the woman that they are up to good work and are allowed by the two to walk on in. Prestidigitation is cast. As the party walk, Belli shares a look with Amelia, regarding the lady guard, which makes the blue Air Genasi flustered from the notion and possibility.

Until everyone has to pop the breaks, since they didn’t know the exact directions for Nelatha’s house. A quick run back and forth by Amelia, with questions asked and directions pointed fixes this tragic fate from becoming all the more and it doesn’t take the Cultbusters much time to get to the premises of a mansion.

Not as immense in size to the Narrahs, but still a presentable height and width to it. Shadowspire Mannor. Adress of one N. Braville. It’s a traditional manor house with fancy green stained windows. For the aesthetic.

Luctan approaches the door to knock. (Insert ooc conversation, where we joke how it would be funny, since Luctan’s carrying a baby, that this is him delivering a baby to Nel’s. “ You have just won a baby. Congratulations. I’m the stork. “)

Stepping at the rug, wind chime make sounds from his approach. Shuffling behind the door and the one, who comes to the door is a human woman with blonde hair and cheekbones strong enough to kill a man. Older woman, around Amelia’s height. Bags under her eyes.

Pretty soon introductions and explanations are made. This is Norra, mother of Nelatha, if the family resemblence wasn’t a hint enough.

We are welcomed inside as Amelia hands the letter due to mass confusion. “NEL! COME QUICK! WE’VE GOT GUESTS!”

This is definitely a shoes off house. And it reminds Ficus of his and Belli’s auntie. The group are lead into the front room by the overwhelmed woman. Not exactly a sofa living room, but fancy chairs with high up backs certainly make a change to things. There are tables, as well as an ostentatuous fireplace in the corner.

Not even noticing the half-elven woman next to the flames, Mournimar sits in a non-heterosexual way in one of the chairs. Again, Nel is sat at the fireplace. Looking not surprised, expectant, actually. We discuss how we got here. A wild ride, for sure.

Luctan nudges Amelia to approach the Half Elven Bard, regarding the letter. And Belli chimes in, as well. “Give it to her.” Which only adds to the blue girl’s flustered demeanor. It becomes pretty obvious to the rest that Nel had been scrying on everyone’s favorite knee destroyer.

Said knee destroyer, who had passed the letter onto Nel’s mom, who was reading it elsewhere at this very moment. Yeah, the Letter was for Nel. Luctan checks with the mom, but the man rolls a 0, so nah, Insight check fail. (Luctan 0 count: 1)

Everyone proceeds to just reminisse, now that they were together again. You and Ames should go on a date.” Belli states and Nel almost chokes on her drink.

Nel’s mom walks in. “I beg your pardon?” And Belli comes up with the lie of a “friendship date”. -wink-

Pretty soon we end up having to introduce Ficus to nel and there is a recognition between the two. They had met in Sa Doma, under other names. The implications are almost the expected ones by the party.

Well.

Except for Luctan, who just winds up rolling another 0 on his Insight Check. (Luctan 0 count: 2) He was too distracted by the youngster in his arm nest to really notice.

Amelia: “This is fine.”

“Make yourselves at home!”, Norra speaks, before herself and Nel go to a room upstairs, for a moment, to discuss the letter and are soon followed by the Chaos Siblings (and baby), after Belli gets some of the truth out, that nothing that they suspected was the case.

Nel had tried to arrest Ficus a year prior, until she realized what his exact profession was.

While Burk finds some frozen grub for his baby dragon (”Yay, food!”) Ficus tries to make peace with Amelia, with the power of Bumpkin. But alas. As the saying goes “Pussy doesn’t solve everything.”

Amelia ends up admiring the decour and paintings in the guest room, having hit the jackpot on baby pictures of Nel. Including one of a chubby baby Nel getting a bath. Of her and her mom growing up. All very nice and quaint. Candles around and stuff.

Luctan, distracted by the little one, again ends up rolling a 0. (Luctan 0 count: 3) and cannot exactly succeed on stealth. The elven child is just so enamoured with the tiefling’s hair.

There are hushed voices behind the door, where the Braville women speak.

As the kazoo Bard has a stand off with the baby, the Ranger and Fighter hear most of what gets spoken inside.

Nel wants Norah out of town, because of assassins growing bolder. But the older woman stands her ground, stubborn, like her daughter and refuses to leave so easily. They go back and forth on this subject for a while as they discuss the letter...

Until the subject of Amelia is brought up.

“You’re not gonna listen to me. The least you could do is answer a question. How long have you known the blue one?” Information is traded between them and the mother does consede a bit. “Interesting, maybe you should go on a friendship date.”

Given the bad stealth roll by the one with the many pointy weapons and the conversation drawing to a close, everyone tries to make a sneaky escape. With everyone, but Luctan succeeding. Nel’s Insight check is too strong, at 32. (But the group totally fools her mother, okay?!)

After some shenanigans and a polite conversation about frozen foods for Rimefang, between Burk and Norra, everyone soon find themselves out of the blue District and down, across a bridge, to a place called “The Tabernax Inn” tavern. One of the many suggested places they could visit, along side such locations as:

“ Ebriosus’Corner”. in the South West. ( an underground place for the “adult life), smoking, passions and raves)

“Tiger’s inn”, the Vineyard.

“ Harper Street” for sweets.

But that doesn’t matter right now. The party are too hungry to go anywhere, but the inn and any attempts to investigate, while walking are quelled for Luctan as the baby is his immediate world to protect.

There are people konked out at tables, inside. A Dark skinned Halfling woman, behind the bar. Giving a look over to the back of her room. There seems to be confetti on the floor. On the stage area there seems to be a large, very tall lute. Bellli recognizes the design. An experimental instrument. A base!

She approaches the stage and is met by the halfling woman, whom she begs to play the instrument.

With some help of Luctan being the hypeman for the famous Narrah, Belli gets her chance.

And with a 24 in her Performance, she rocks out like there’s no tomorrow.

Food is on the house. Well, not on the house. On Nel.

Over breakfast the full Brittish breakfast, the group talk in honest about Nel’s problem, which she denies she needs aide with. People caught wind of Nel’s location and she had to lay low. Simple as that. She’s obviously Fine. In all senses of the word.

We discuss in more in detail about what went down since last they talked with Nelatha. How they parted ways with Samson, upon reaching town. About the drama in Sa Doma and the news hitting them of Gexum. Of their move to inspect the orb again and the further revelations within.

Luctan explains the addition of the baby and the party’s physical condition, thanks to the Flurries along the way and the wizard, who had ambushed them at night.

Nel suggests orphanages and delivering the baby to be adopted, which brings Luctan to the thought of how he didn’t even consider writing down that part as a task in Crystalgate. Some reflection is had, while Mournimar gets some pointers to visit the blacksmith Dellemak, who would give a discount, if the tiefling mentioned he was a friend of “Matilda”. She suggest he just not ask too many questions. Alternatively, for armor, the Darksbane Army’s camp holds a smith, under the Darkest Nightsbane.

Burk is inquisitive about Nel and Nora’s names and after a few minutes of being coy, the half-elven bard assures him that their names are their names.

Once Belli gets seperated from the guitar, as it’s original performer returns from sleeping upstairs, a Firbolg named “Lauren”...

... she joins Mournimar, Morgan, Burk and Rimefang on a walk to Dellemak’s. All the while Luctan, under the suggestion of Nel, finds the party some work from the Crystalgate Dungeons, joined by Ficus.

Pretty soon, the party are together again.

Mournimar with a new nail bat, an armor in the works and Burk? For the first time since they’ve known him, the party see the Goblin minus his armor.

Once together again, Luctan gives the group the skinny on what they can do for Crystalgate, in exchange for money. Five seperate jobs. Each promissing? Many possibly connected to the same pattern.

1. “Knight Kelvin Mountainsteel wants a job to be done, but the qualifications for said job are quite uncertain. He specifically asks to vet the people, who are to do the job for him, before he can even decide to hire them.”

2. “Ziaz, Teller of Tales, slain in the Silver District. Anyone with clues to report back and can get a reward.”

3. “ Dame Carzyre Venzyre Carnove Pitra, famous dancer. had called in an Issue of screaming from a nearby home, the local guards are too occupied with other work in this metropolis to answer.”

4. “Lord Arwen of Elevir, Member of the “Circle of Shaksban”, wants help with an issue of possible high powered mage. Needs qualified people, who can handle magic users, rather than the guards.”

5. “ String of Murders in the Bronze District, details inside.”

Upon the mention of murders, Mournimar can’t help but think of his mother and hopes this isn’t related to her or the cult. Whether that is the case or not is yet to be discovered, alas.

What catches Belli’s attention is the third job. The one of Dame Pitra’s call for aide. Belli’s heard of the dancer before. About 27 years old, the performer was/is a Fire Genasi. A fire dancer, if you will.

Short term, the group agree on what to do from here, for the day at least.

Part one: Try and convince The Darksbane Army to help out at Lake Stren and prevent the shedding of blood, the rise of a mysterious creature from beneath.

Part two: Help the Dancer.

Part three: Investigate the Keemis medalion, back at the Temple of Keemis. A curiosity that had been bothering Luctan since they found the medalion amidst the remains of one of the Flurries.

As they finish their meals and are lead to the location of the DBA, something in the skies catches their attention.

A dot at first. Then a mass. Which takes the shape of a person flying at 100mph down towards the ground.

Belli prepares herself to cast something to prevent her faaaaaaaall... Until the tiefling, herself casts Feather Fall and makes a dramatic landing. Eye catching, both in the execution and in the appearance of the Executor.

A tiefling of purple skin, red make up and bright green eyes, the acrobatic feminine figure brings attention to herself all the more with rhyming and yeet of a bouquet~!

Ashen is her name and Mysticism is her game!

Having most of everyone around in awe, by this point, Ashen smiles, throws two cards towards them and onlookers, before smashing a small gasbomb into the ground, disappearing from sight.

Upon these cards, there are four simple words:

“ Voltani Mystique” and “Every dusk.”

The younger members of the group can’t help but hoot and holler in excitement at what they had just witnessed.

That was wonderful! STUPENDOUS! And how she flew!

Oh.

She flew.

Luctan pretty quickly goes in a near fetal position over the realization that he too could fly, with wings that is, and now couldn’t. He just sits there, much to the pity of his friends.

Until Amelia steps in. And, like a baller, casts Levitation upon the disguised tiefling man.

To say that this brings happiness to his soul is an understatement as, pretty soon, after the baby gets held safely by another, Luctan proceeds to dance. Twist, turn and spin. Flip and maneuver as though he was flying with his own will and skill. Showing what his maneuvers had been like before tragedy tipped those away from him.

There is so much joy, so much bliss in the performance that he even earns two silver coins out of it from onlookers.

And if not for that.

Then Luctan wouldn’t have seen the figure, eyeballing him from the back.

Luctan recognizes someone from the shadows. Someone, who used to work with his mom. His babysitter at some point. And this is weird since he’s not from around here.

‘Concern.’

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