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familyiswhoyouchoose · 5 years

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To Us (FIWYC)

Chapter Summary

Hanzo and Jesse have a heart to heart, and the cowboy gains a new title.

When Jesse opened his eyes, the first thing that he noticed was the thing tucked beneath his arm. It was soft and squishy, barely noticeable, but against the dark blue duvet and off-white sheets, it was very noticeable. Blinking awake, Jesse shifted slightly and stared at the duvet then the sheets and finally the thing tucked beneath his arm. Tiny horns stuck from the top of its head, and its snout reminded him of a dragon’s. Though it was much smaller, less threatening, and far more cuddly than the dragons he’d seen tearing into bodies on the field. In fact, it almost seemed child-sized.

A child-sized dragon.

The sleep-filled haze lifted and Jesse almost bolted upright if not for the arm wrapped around his waist keeping him close to its owner. Face frozen in fear, he slowly turned to face the half-asleep gaze of Hanzo Shimada. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man’s dark eyes boring into his own. Dark hair fanned against white pillows, brown eyes cracked open and observing him, a kaleidoscope of emotions reflecting through them. Jesse swallowed thickly, parting his lips but no words would come forth. He vaguely remembered coming to Hanzo’s room, the dragons beckoning him forth, seeing the boys fast asleep. And at the time it seemed like a good idea but now panic was slowly setting in.

The sun had already risen, it was more than likely late, he was intruding in Hanzo’s home — his children’s home. He had to get out, he had to go before —

“Jesse, breathe,” Hanzo muttered, the arm around Jesse’s waist tightening, the pressure bringing him down from the adrenaline high of anxiety. “I am here, Jesse. You are safe.”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly Hanzo could calm him. His heartbeat slowing to normal, breathing evening out, and hand ceasing its trembling. A pricking sensation at the corner of his eyes alerted him to the tears that threatened to fall. Hanzo’s finger swiping at the corner of them, dismissing the moisture before it had a chance to make its descent. Then with care, the archer’s hand cupped his cheek, fingers lacing into his hair and petting gently. Jesse groped around for the small dragon and lifted it up, laying it between them as Hanzo shifted closer to press their foreheads together.

After his shuddering sobs and gasping breaths ceased, Jesse dared to open his eyes, waiting until the blur of tears passed. Hanzo’s face coming into view and the emotions in his eyes shaking Jesse to his core. The hand petting his hair slipping down to lay against his chest, Hanzo’s lips brushing against the corner of his lips, a tender kiss pressed to both eyelids then the middle of his forehead. Endearments whispered in Japanese that Jesse vaguely remembered being spoken in his ear as he fell into a deep sleep the night before. Endearments whispered in the deep comforting voice that lulled him to sleep like the waves crashing against the shore, gently pulling him back into a warm embrace.

If Hanzo’s voice was the ocean, Jesse would gladly dive deep.

“May I kiss you?” Hanzo asks, and Jesse opens his eyes, noting the soft smile that eases the knots in his stomach.

“Y’know you ain’t gotta ask for that, Han.”

Hanzo shakes his head, though his gaze momentarily flicks to Jesse’s lips before raising to meet his own.

“Although our relationship is intimate, I am not entitled to your personal space nor your affections if it is not what you wish to give,” he explains, wincing slightly before drawing in a deep breath and a heavy sigh. “What you want is important to me, and I need to h—”

Jesse leans closer and their lips meet, cutting Hanzo off in mid-sentence. And as much as Jesse knows the archer hates to be interrupted when he is talking, before his eyes slip closed, he feels Hanzo’s fingers thread in his hair and pull him closer. Gentle chaste kisses, light pecks, pulling away and being brought back as the other chases, Hanzo’s hand in Jesse’s hair petting and lightly scratching at his scalp, a pleased hum emitting from the cowboy as he relinquishes his hold on the plush left perched on his chest. His hand finding the curve of Hanzo’s bicep, lightly tracing the outlines of his muscle, delighting in the way the archer shivers and he can’t tell whether it’s his smile or Hanzo’s that breaks the kiss but it doesn’t matter.

Looking into Hanzo’s eyes, Jesse can’t help but smile. Hanzo is a man of mystery who picks and choose what he wishes others to know and what he doesn’t. On more than one occasion, it was hard for Jesse to associate his best friend’s murderer with the man who would walk through the base with a child on his hip and another at his side, covered in snow with rosy-red cheeks. The smiles Hanzo would give him, the sheer joy he had being a father, the consideration he gave to the other agents.

And yet, he was also the man who would sit on the roof at the dead of night with only a gourd full of his choice of poison and thoughts to keep him company. Jesse thought the only thing keeping him from going over were his sons and his debt to Genji. He wondered what kept Hanzo going. What made him get up everyday? What pushed him to keep moving forward even when it felt like all was lost?

So when Jesse looked at him like this. The light in his eyes, openness in his expression, vulnerable yet unfearing, loving and all for Jesse — it made him feel as if he’d hung the moon and the stars in the sky and Hanzo was just in awe of him.

Darlin’, you’re the amazing one.

Taking a sobering breath, Jesse tore his gaze from Hanzo’s and eyed the plush watching him impassively from its perch on his chest. Running his fingers across the worn silver-white scales, he chuckled.

“Seems we had a visitor,” he says softly, a thrill running through him when Hanzo’s hand joins his own, overlapping their fingers to brush through the plush’s mane.

“Hayao has a habit of trying to ‘get me’,” Hanzo rolls his eyes and Jesse can’t help but laugh.

“Get you?”

“Yes, he seems to believe that if he can surprise me when I’m least expecting it, then his… ‘ninja skills’ will have gotten better.”

Jesse cocks a brow and turns to look at Hanzo who meets his gaze with a small smile.

“Genji,” they say in unison, sharing a laugh.

Jesse squeezes the plush a little tighter. It is very soft and well-loved. More than once, he’d seen it poking out of Hanzo’s laundry basket as an eager little Hayao came barreling into the room, waiting for his father’s permission to take his dragon and flee. It warmed Jesse’s heart seeing the boy bouncing up and down with bated breath only to yell loud in excitement once his friend was returned to him. When no one else was present, or at least when Jesse stayed out and let the moment play out, watching from around the corner — Hanzo would dip down so his son could press a kiss to his cheek, a quiet “Arigatou, otou-san” said before Hayao hurries out, making a beeline for wherever his brother might’ve been.

Hanzo would appear shortly after, laundry basket on his hip, caught off guard by the presence outside the door but never defensive. It was one of the things that Jesse loved about him. Watching his retreating back, his son’s hand in his own, the latter skipping while Hanzo keeps a steady stride.

A little family.

“If there was any doubt that Hayao did not care for you,” Hanzo interrupts, and Jesse wonders if this is becoming a routine — running away with his thoughts only for Hanzo to bring him back to reality. Though if it was, then he wasn’t complaining. “Then I believe this should put them to rest.”

“Should it?”

“It isn’t a child’s toy,” Hanzo looks at the dragon with a wistful sigh, tucking his head against Jesse’s shoulder. “Like your hat or my hair scarf, this(his fingers trace over the dragon’s horn) is important to Hayao. When he was three, he tried to climb a tree without supervision and fell.”

Jesse’s breath hitched, “He didn’---”

“No,” Hanzo scowled. “Before he could sustain injury, Shingen caught him though he injured his ankle in the process. Hayao cried thinking he’d hurt Shingen and wouldn’t let him go for anything in the world.”

“Sounds like he learned his lesson,” Jesse brushed his lips against the crown of Hanzo’s head, the archer humming contentedly.

“Perhaps, but Shingen told me he saw something when Hayao fell, a silver mist that kept him suspended in mid-air long enough for Shingen to reach him.”

Jesse looked down at Hanzo and tried to wrap his head around this. Even Genji couldn’t tell him what the Dragons were. Their very existence seemed like something out of a fairy tale. And Jesse had his own personal grudges against them more or less for allowing the brothers to fight as they did. However, he guessed he could call it even. Hanzo and Genji made their choice, and if the spirits were protecting those kids who’d yet to embrace the cruelty of the real world — well, that might be enough for him.

“So this is supposed to be his dragon,” Jesse said, a newfound affection overcoming him for the plush that seemed much fiercer than it did a minute ago, but in a way that made him feel safe. “A lot cuddlier than yours.”

Hanzo chuckled, and Jesse could hear the faint sound of rumbling thunder in the back of his mind. “You should not say such things when the dragons have shown you leniency, Jesse,” he chided.

It took Jesse a moment to realize Hanzo was pulling his leg, the telling sign being the archer’s lips twitching up into a smile breaking his stoic expression. Rolling his eyes heavenward as Hanzo laughed, burying his face against Jesse’s neck, his body shaking with pure joy. When he pulled away, Jesse’s breath hitched, Hanzo’s eyes shone a faint light blue that reminded Jesse of a clear summer sky. His smile threatened to split his face, and he seemed so young and happy, but the look in his eye when he met Jesse’s gaze was unmistakable. It had many names: affection, adoration, infatuation, cheer, joy, warmth — but the one Jesse settled on was love.

Unable to stop himself, Jesse said, “You’re beautiful.”

Hanzo’s smile fell and Jesse blinked absently, the weight of his words settling in the silence between them. Panic surged through him as Hanzo shifted closer until the two of them were practically nose to nose. Staring into the eyes of a dragon, Jesse remembered that Hanzo wasn’t alwayscute and cuddly. The same perfect teeth that flashed in one of the archer’s rare smiles could rip him in half. Jesse gulped, hoping that now was not one of those times.

“You,” Hanzo replied, and Jesse’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he waited for the other shoe to fall but it never did.

“Me?”

Hanzo nodded, tilting his head slightly, eyes half-lidded as their lips brushed together. Jesse a half-step slower than Hanzo as the other man pulled away.

“What about me, darlin’?” Jesse mumbled, looking from Hanzo’s eyes to his lips then back.

Instead of answering, Hanzo’s hands framed the sides of Jesse’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. Their lips slotted together and Jesse practically melted in Hanzo’s hands, encased by the warmth and pressing into the kiss, letting his eyes slip shut. Little breaks between soft open-mouthed kisses, allowing both men to have room for a pocket of air before they met again in the middle. Jesse shifting to lay on his side, chest bumping against Hanzo’s, hand splayed against the archer’s back, bringing him closer.

Every last one of his senses was taken over by Hanzo and Jesse was glad to let go even if it was short-lived. When the kiss ended, Hanzo’s forehead bumped against his own, and they breathed the same air while trying to come down from an indescribable high. Though before Jesse could even out his breathing, Hanzo stole it away.

“You are beautiful.”

The cowboy’s eyes shot open. Doubting his hearing for a second, he muttered a soft ‘huh’.

Hanzo eyed him without a word and Jesse tried not to fidget or squirm beneath his gaze. Then with a soft smile, Hanzo bid him closer with the hands tucked in his hair, pressing their foreheads together. “You are beautiful, Jesse,” he whispers with such tenderness and sincerity that Jesse’s admonishments floating about in his head are silenced.

“Make no mistake that you are a wonderful man. Despite all that the world has done, you still believe that it can be saved, and you try . You are your own man, a hero in your own right,” Hanzo opened his eyes and looked into Jesse’s, thumb catching a few of the strays tears that rolled down the cowboy’s cheek. “You are my hero, Jesse.”

“I didn’ do nothin’ special,” Jesse groused, leaning into Hanzo’s touch.

“You saved me from myself, helped me…” Hanzo continued, thumb stroking along Jesse’s cheekbones.

Misty-eyed and dry-mouthed, Jesse wasn’t sure what to say to that. He squeezed his eyes shut, unsuccessfully keeping the welled up tears from falling. “I messed up though…”

“And yet you are trying,” Hanzo pulled him closer and he bowed his head, burying his face in Hanzo’s shoulder, the long strands of his hair tickling Jesse’s cheek.

For a few minutes, they said nothing. Hanzo’s arms wrapped around him grounded him to the present but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. Hand grasping the duvet, Jesse dragged it up to Hanzo’s chest then abandoned it in favor of holding onto the archer. Through it all, Hanzo petted his hair and whispered softly against the crown of his head, pressing light kisses there, peppering others around his temples. A part of Jesse never wanted this to end but reality had a way of crashing down even in the softest of moments. However, he couldn’t unwound himself from Hanzo, settling on resting his cheek against the other man’s shoulder, glaring absently at the nearest wall.

“Tryin’ isn’t always good enough, Han.”

Hanzo hummed, and Jesse immediately thought over the sentence, cursing his word choice. Trying is what Hanzo has been doing since he first came to the Watchpoint. What was he thinking saying something stupid like that? Floundering for the words, Hanzo speaks up before he has the chance to apologize.

“It is for me.”

Looking up at the archer, Jesse’s heart clenches when Hanzo meets his gaze unflinchingly.

“You are enough for me.”

One of the archer’s hands dislodges from his person and Jesse isn’t embarrassed to admit that he missed the contact as quickly as it vanished. A soft plush weight settles between them and Jesse glances down at the small dragon pressed against his chest, staring up at him with a stately gaze.

“For us.”

Jesse’s eyes snap up to meet Hanzo’s, and the latter smiles softly.

Lost for words, Jesse blows a puff of air and snorts indignantly, “How d’you know all the right things to say?”

“Fatherhood,” Hanzo says with a casual shrug, “And I am not as socially inept as most would think.”

Jesse’s stifles his laughter against Hanzo’s shoulder. “You’re tellin’ me.”

The two lapse into a comfortable silence after a small fit of laughter, holding one another with unspoken words floating between them, though content enough to let sleeping dogs lie until it was time to wake them from slumber. After some time, the door cracked open and Jesse glanced over as a small head of messy black hair poked through. He knew he had to be making that face most adults did when faced with an adorable child, but it couldn’t be helped. Genji told him that Hayao reminded him of Hanzo when they were young. Except for the atrocious middle-part that both brothers shuddered to talk about.

Hayao’s dark hair fell to his shoulders, thick and messy, barely tameable with a comb and he barely came up to Jesse’s thigh. Face round and youthful, dark eyes wide with curiosity as he peered around the door. Jesse bites back a laugh when Hayao creeps into the room, his white pachimari t-shirt and checkered pajama pants a dead giveaway no matter how much ninja kid training he had. He steps carefully and quietly to Jesse’s side of the bed, and after a few unsuccessful attempts, manages to climb onto the bed, his small hands pressing against Jesse’s side as he leans over.

“Uncle Jesse,” he whispers, throwing a leg over Jesse’s side and sitting down on his hip, gently patting his cheek. “ Uncle Jesse .”

Pretending to rouse from sleep with a soft huff, Jesse cracked open one eye and smiled, “Hey there partner.” Jesse shot a glance towards Hanzo who was apparently fast asleep with both eyes closed. Under his breath, Jesse muttered ‘traitor’ and swore that the corner of Hanzo’s lips twitched upwards even if it was just for a second.

“Did you have a nightmare, Uncle Jesse?”

Call Jesse McCree many things but he wasn’t a liar when it came to kids.

“Just a lil’ one, Howie, nothin’ to worry about.”

Hayao’s eyebrows furrow and Hanzo’s squeeze around his waist tells him that he said the wrong thing. The archer’s eyes crack open and he feigns waking by stretching and yawning loudly. Hayao’s attention immediately taken by the “waking” of his father, beaming as he clambers off Jesse to dive onto Hanzo. Jesse smiles, watching as Hanzo lifts his son up with his hands tucked under the boy’s arms.

“And how did you sneak in here, little one?”

“I got better at being quiet, dad. No one heard me, not even Uncle Jesse.”

Hanzo hummed and lowered his arms, tucking Hayao to his chest and kissing the top of his head, giving him a cuddle. Jesse was absolutely certain that if his heart wasn’t warm by then, it was positively melting now. Imposing and dangerous nature aside — Hanzo Shimada was no stranger to cuddling and was absolutely adorable with a child clinging to his front, the man talking to him lowly until the dragon plush catches Hayao’s eye and he relinquished his hold on his father to pick it up, holding it out to Jesse.

At a loss for words, and slightly embarrassed at being caught staring, Jesse asks awkwardly, “That for me, darlin’?”

“Mhm, Mugen won’t let the monsters get you,” Hayao says, leaning further out of Hanzo’s arms to lay it in Jesse’s hands. He briefly takes notice of Jesse’s missing arm but says nothing, instead squirming out of Hanzo’s hold in favor of Jesse’s.

“Monsters?”

It’s a balancing act trying to hold the plush and Hayao at the same time. In the end, Hanzo helps by sitting the boy on Jesse’s lap with plush in hand, Hayao leaning back against the cowboy’s chest as his father tried to fix his sleep-ruffled hair into some semblance of order. After a bit, Hanzo gave up and huffed, Hayao laughing at his father’s feigned annoyance as the archer ruffled his hair making it even messier than it was before. Jesse smiled. Somehow it felt right — this felt right.

Hanzo with his hair loose and a wide smile on his face, making silly faces and slipping into his mother tongue, talking eagerly to his son who laughed and played along. Occasionally, the boy would look up at Jesse and grin, reminding him that he was part of this.

This moment.

You matter to us.

“Uncle Jesse?”

Snapping back to reality, Jesse didn’t notice when the playfulness stopped and both Hayao and Hanzo were watching him with concern. He sniffs and coughs lightly, wiping under his eyes.

“...Hey Howie, you remember how… a while back you uh… drew lil ol’ me a picture?”

Hayao tilted his head and looked to Hanzo. The archer whispered something low that Jesse couldn’t quite make out but Hayao seemed to understand. He looked back at Jesse and nodded.

“Mhm, did you like it?” A nervous twinge to his voice tugged at Jesse’s heartstrings.

Wrapping his arm around the boy’s waist, he nodded.

“Yeah, yeah.. I did. Course I did.”

There was no way he couldn’t. This between him and Hanzo was for the long haul it seemed and if he was going to be part of Hanzo’s life, he had to be a part of theirs. But with that came a sleugh of things he wasn’t ready to admit or face. What if he messed up? What if he hurt them? Hanzo would never talk to him again, and he had no idea how to be a father. Hardly had one of his own. It just felt like too tall of an order even for a cowboy that defied the odds time and time again.

But when Hayao looked at him, eyes alight with trust and cheer, it was hard to think of saying ‘no’ especially to a heartfelt request like that. After all, he wasn’t cruel enough to break a kid’s heart.

Clearing his throat, Jesse kept the boy’s gaze and floundered for the words, “Listen uh… bein’ a dad it uhm… it takes a lot. It is a lot but if ya want… if it’s okay with your dad (His gaze flicked to Hanzo whose head bobbed in understanding or approval, either way it made Jesse pause and take a deep breath, exhaling before he continued) and your brother..… I’d.. like to be your dad.”

“Papa,” Hayao interrupted, voice soft. “If you were dad, that’d be weird because we already have dad.”

Hayao nestled against Jesse’s chest, laying his small hands on Jesse’s forearm.

“Okay?” He asked, carefully. “Papa?”

Swallowing the tears and the fears that clogged his throat, Jesse nodded. From his peripheral, Hanzo smiled at him and he gave a shuddering sigh.

“If ya think I’m good enough…” Jesse nodded, laying a light kiss to the top of Hayao’s head, making him giggle and smile up at him. “Then yeah, I’m your Pa.”

#fiwyc #mchanzo #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #hayao shimada

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ygo-tcg-blog · 6 years

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Role-Play thread | Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V : fifth arc

Story OC insert to YGO:Arc-V set in alternate universe , what if Yuya had a older brother ? What would Change, What would remain the same.

The concept behind this is a cross between Gx and Arc V based on the latter series. Our world is split into 2 sides light and dark. These forces do not mean good or evil but more so the forces of life : day , night , Fire , wind , Earth , Water. Then just like Arc-V has it the world split into 5 dimensions ( Xyz , synchro , fusion , stranded , Spirit ) in which stranded is the central world that is both light and dark. Just like in the anime the setting is a inter-dimensional war being fraught with duel monsters.

Intro

5000 years ago in an unknown nation there lived a king whose name is now lost but is known as the dragon emperor. He was loved by his countrymen along with his high priests . ' Ray , Kai , Kugeki , Freyja , Raven , Karim ' The king constantly answered to the needs of his people and always protected them. Till one day darkness struck , with power came corruption and greed and the nation was torn apart some sided with the king and others with rival nations. The king led a army of monsters and people loyal to him and fought against their former countrymen. The battle concluded with neither side victorious. This king is reborn as Zarc who again is a person with good intentions and seeks to entertain his audience. However, the spectators' selfish constant demands for more brutal and exciting Duels pushed Zarc over the edge as he tried to meet their expectations. In time, he became apathetic for his opponents' well-being, willing to ruthlessly injure them rather than make an amicable connection with both them and the audience. Zarc became one with his four heavenly dragons ' odd-eyes dragon , Starveing venom fusion dragon , Clear wing synchro dragon , dark rebellion Xyz dragon. ' Two people stood in his way with the intent to save the world and protect their father , the two people split the world and zarc along with themselves. To this day the dragon emperor seeks vengeance against the people who took everything away from him including his 4 closest friends and will do anything to ensure his revival and take back his allies.

Counterparts

Ryuu Chaos Dragon ( Gabriel , ) Hieratic / Galaxy eyes ( Ventus , ) Dragunity / Stardust ( Azrael, ) Red-eyes / FGD / Horus the black flame dragon

Yuzu Melodious ( Selena , ) Lunalight ( Rin , ) Windwitch / prophesy windwitch / speedroid ( Ruri ) Lyrilusc / raid raptor

Yuya Odd-eyes / entermate / magician ( Yuto , ) Phantom Knights ( Yugo , ) speedroid ( Yuri, ) predaplant

Character bios

Stranded

Ryuu Sakaki

Yuya's older brother , he is cool , calm and collected who cares deeply for his brother. Ryuu also has a unique ability to see duel monster spirits like Jaden , Yuma , and Luna in the anime.

He has the power to talk to and interact with duel monster spirits and materialize duel monster effects cards and causing Life Point damage inflicted to the opponent to become real damage and pain, even outside of a Duel or on an Action Field.

Deck 'Dragons Collide SD' or master of pendulum / dracoslayer

Fusion

Azrael

Ryuu's counterpart of the Fusion Dimension with a persona to match. Like Yuri he is cruel and ruthless with no care of other people's well-being.

Deck 'Dragon's Roar SD' ( red-eyes ) , Horus the black flame dragon , F.G.D.

Xyz

Grabriel

Ryuu's counterpart Xyx Dimension and close friends with Yuto and Ruri , Shun's younger sister. He is very much like Yuto he cares about friends and do not want to hurt anyone.

Deck 'The Blue-Eyed Dragon's Thundering Descent SD' or Galaxy-eyes, Hieratic

Synchro

Ventus

Ryuu's counterpart Synchro dimension & childhood friend of Rin and Yugo who was also captured by the enemy. he is seen as a sweet, cheerful, curious, brave, person and gets excited at anything new or interesting,

Deck 'Dragunity SD

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Original world

Supreme king , Zarc ( dragon emperor , Zarc ) yugioh.wikia.com/wiki/Zarc - Supreme king dragon

People called him the Star Dragon King , in modern times he is known as the dragon emperor. A ruler in an unknown nation. When the nation was disturbed by evil the King, sent a prayer of salvation to the Dragon Star. The Dragon Star responded by sending down to earth 2 powers the gentle darkness which was given to the king and the crimson dragon to seal the evil.The crimson dragon is split into 6 pieces ( head , hand , foot , tail , wing , heart ) then grafted into his high priests

Kai , Duel Priest ( High Priest , Kai ) - Dragon / Creation - odd-eyes dragon- mark of the dragon : head ( Clear Mind )

Ray , Duel priestess( High Priestess , ray ) yugioh.wikia.com/wiki/Ray_Akab… - Light / Life - Clear wing synchro dragon- mark of the dragon : hand ( Duel Spirit Interaction )

Kugeki , Duel Priest

( High Priest , Kugeki )

- Dark / destruction

- dark rebellion xyz dragon- mark of the dragon : wings ( blazeing soul )

Freyja , Duel Priestess

( High Priestess , Freyja )

- Mystery / dead

- starve venom fusion dragon- mark of the dragon : foot ( Psychic Power )

- Raven

- High priest

- black-winged dragon / black feather darkrage dragon

- mark of the dragon : tail

- Karim- High priest

- Power tool dragon | life stream dragon / power tool mecha dragon

- mark of the dragon : Heart

In their past life the 5 of them are the High Priests of the dragon emperor , each one of them can control one of the 4 dimension dragons. But only the dragon emperor controls all 4. However they are also the first signers. The signers powers are passed on in the form of a family line or a bond between master and student. They all have the power to summon forth the crimson dragon.

In modern times 6-10 People are chosen at each generation by the crimson dragon , mainly the people who can hear its call. it is said that these people are the incarnations or ancestors of the original signers. This method the binding occurs when someone gains mastery over one of its servants be it of light ( signer dragons ) , darkness ( duel dragons ) , or both ( 1 signer , 1 duel dragon ).

Pantheon

Supreme King Dragon

Supreme King Z-ARC

Servants

Supreme King Dragon Darkwurm

Supreme King Dragon Clear Wing |Clear Wing Synchro Dragon

Supreme King Dragon Dark Rebellion | Dark Rebellion Xyz Dragon

Supreme King Dragon Odd-Eyes |Odd-Eyes Pendulum Dragon

Supreme King Dragon Starving Venom | Starving Venom Fusion Dragon

The power processed by the supreme king is known as the gentle darkness the power to see and hear Duel Monster spirits and control them. This is the main power that is used by the Supreme King.

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Ultimate God

( aka. crimson dragon )

Ultimaya Tzolkin

Phantasmal Lord Ultimitl Bishbaalkin

The true god worshiped by the supreme king and the dragon empire in physical form. The Crimson Dragon is a giant winged Aztec dragon, with a glowing red body. It has five fingers, similar to humans, bird-like legs, a long tail and neck and gold-colored eyes. On the end of its tail is a shovel-like dagger.

Servants

( Signer dragon / duel dragon )

Stardust Dragon |Stardust Spark Dragon

Red Dragon Archfiend |Hot Red Dragon Archfiend

Black Rose Dragon | Black Rose Moonlight Dragon

Ancient Fairy Dragon | Ancient Pixie Dragon

Black-Winged Dragon | Blackfeather Darkrage Dragon

Life Stream Dragon | Power Tool Mecha Dragon

Dragonecro Nethersoul Dragon

Ascension Sky Dragon

Void Ogre Dragon

Beelze of the Diabolic Dragons

Spirits that had sided with the ultimate god

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References

- Four Dimension Bracelets

- Four Dimension Dragons

- Yuya's pendant

Mysterious Duel Charm linked to Pendulum Monsters

- Ryuu's pendent

Mysterious Duel Charm linked to the Duel monsters Spirit world

- Emperor Key

- Signer marks

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Yu-Gi-Oh Tabletop Adventures ( D&D 3.5e )

Gx - Fusion 5ds - synchro ZeXeal - Xyz Duel Monsters ( anime , season 0 ( toei ) , manga ) - stranded dimension. A place where anything is possible

The 4 dimensions seen inside of Arc-V. What happens in each one can depend on the history of that world following the anime depending on which arc you used as the world reference , or post/original story.

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Other Notes..

Role-Play enabled ( open form and tabletop ) canon or original story.

canon only ( cards )

-novadragon1000.deviantart.com/…

- stellardragon1000.deviantart.c…

- ygotcg.deviantart.com/gallery/…

Fan friction . net -

www.fanfiction.net/s/11937250/…

deviantart . com -

ygotcg.deviantart.com/gallery/…

speed world

For the purpose of the fanfiction posted there has been a slight change to the effect of speed world , during a riding duel that functions similar to master rule 3. Though the effect of speed world is a field spell. the player can still play a different field spell. The effects of speed world will remain indefinitely as long as a riding duel is used players will get to use their own field effect on top of speed world effect activated as a continuous spell card. if speed world neo is used the riding duel also becomes an action duel as seen in arc v.

In the fan friction the character Ryuu , his dimensional link is the following monsters

( galaxy-eyes photon dragon - xyz )

( light and darkness dragon / odd-eyes dragon - standard )

( FGD / red-eyes dragon - fusion )

( stardust dragon - synchro )

red-eyes darkness metal dragon is the spirit partner of Kai Akaba in the original dimension , for that reason all of his counterparts will have it.

#roleplay

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saltysaniwa · 6 years

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Dragon Quest IX AU- Chapter 2: Earthquake

Okay, this is the second chapter of this AU posted here on tumblr as well. (If you like reading on AO3 check me out at LittleMissPandaHat there.)

Okay, so some more information if you never played the game. This story only loosely follows the main plot of the Dragon Quest IX storyline, but the first part follows true to the canon for the most part. The Celestrians, guardians of earth, are angels that defend humans to earn their prayers.

Every time they pray it produces what is known as "benevolessence," which they offer up to a giant tree in their home known as the observatory which is in the sky. They believe when they offer enough of it to the tree, Yggdrasil, it will bear fruit and bring them to the side of the "Almighty" which is one of the main deities of the game. However instead of being brought to his side something else happens...

In addition, there are statues in each village and city of the Guardians who protect it. It's canon that they do not look anything like the Celestrians, but their names are carved into it. When the guardian of it changes (which is rare), the name magically changes and some people recognize that the name changed and some people believe that was the name the whole time.

In this AU Nagasone was Yasusada's former master and he took over guarding the village in place of Nagasone.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this-

There was talk of ascension and finally being at the Almighty’s side and the beautiful tree Yggdrasil bearing fruit and then...

Then...

Thunder, crashing down and attacking the observatory, the sacred home of the celestrians. The storm clouds grew to monstrous sizes and the observatory shook from its home in the sky. Noble and faithful celestrains were thrown down to the land of the protectorate and he looks over, horrified to see one of his companions with their blue eyes widening in fear as he too is thrown down to the earth.

That’s when Yasusada screamed, louder than everyone already was and tried to reach out to the other. “Horikawa! No!” was the last thing he remembers saying before he too had lost the grip he had on the collapsing arches of the observatory. His wings not strong enough to fight against the wind that blew against him as he, with many others, fell from the grace of their celestial home.

He can’t remember how long he had been falling, or even where he was going to land. This seemed like it was the end for him, for the guardians of the earth, and for the time he spent doting and fawning over Kiyomitsu.

Would he be able to live happily if Yasusada wasn’t there to keep honey in his cupboard or to make sure he wasn’t late for work? What if he was attacked by monsters and he wasn’t there? Not just him, but the rest of the village... who would keep them safe?

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed that suddenly, the wings that were once slaves to the current of the wind were now slowly disappearing and that the feathers were now leaving a trail of his descent. Also to his horror he realized he was falling much faster now, a waterfall coming into clear view as he fell through the clouds and then-

Nothing.

The day so far was slow for Kiyomitsu but that was no different than usual. He was busy watering the crops, and ran out of water before he could finish. That's what he gets for waking up so late, he can’t help but think. He usually is up earlier and able to grab extra before his work begins.

Though something strange seemed to be happening, outside of him being late for work. Everyone was woken in the middle of the night to the earth shaking violently. It lasted a few moments and then stopped. The tremors were strong enough to shake the village’s homes but thankfully no one was hurt.

It had to be the guardians doing no doubt, keeping them safe like always.

However this morning things seemed to be so different. The usual warm and comforting presence that surrounded the village seemed to vanish with the earthquake. In addition, more monsters have begun to appear closer and closer to the village. Thankfully nothing truly terrible, but their presence alone has everyone on edge.

There aren’t any guards or soldiers who get sent the village’s way by any major cities nearby, so if the situation worsens, they’ll be at the mercy of the monsters. ‘But the guardian would never let that happen.’ the red eyed man thought as he lugged his buckets along to collect water. It was truly lucky that the village’s main source of water came from the waterfall at the center of it, making it super convenient for him instead of wandering out beyond the gates into monster territory.

Heaving out a sigh, he bent down to begin collecting the water from the pond provided by said waterfall. Just as he entered the bucket into the water, suddenly he hit the top of something. “Odd... there’s no rocks this close to the surf-” he began muttering to himself until he saw a mass of black hair and white cloth pooling at the surface of the water.

He screamed, alerting what few people where nearby this early in the morning, and jumped back and away from the water. Apparently, whatever was in the water didn’t take too kindly to being hit with a bucket or his screaming.

It groaned and one pale hand lifted from the water, weakly grabbing the ground in front of it and slowly dragged itself out of the water. Kiyomitsu and the other few villagers watched this happen in terror, wondering what kind of monster had made its way into their village as they were frozen in fear.

Luckily for all of them involved the waterlogged creature was in fact no creature at all, but a dazed, blue eyed, and deathly pale looking man who pulled himself out of the water. As the initial shock wore off and realization settled in, Kiyomitsu got back up and ran to the sickly figure that was now coughing out water onto the ground.

Gently grabbing the man’s shoulders Kiyomitsu helped him sit up on the ground. “Hey, are you okay? What were you doing in there?” he asked, despite not knowing whether or not he was being listened to. The man, whose face was now visible through the frame of his drenched and thick black hair, stared at him dazedly only muttering something incomprehensible before he leaned forward and collapsed into his arms.

“H-Hey! Are you okay? Wake up!”

It was three days now since Kiyomitsu found that stranger who was unconscious in the middle of the waterfall. Said person was now laying in an extra cot he set out for him, still unconscious but breathing better than before. After he had collapsed, Kiyomitsu had to run with the possibly already dying man in tow back to his home and ran to the farmer for help.

Though he wasn’t sure why he thought he’d be much help- the farmer was an odd but practical man who was really only good at farming and fighting. Upon bringing the news to him about the stranger, he followed Kiyomitsu back to his home.

“What do you want me to do about him? I don’t know a thing about healing!” the man all but shouted upon seeing the condition of the person who was dying in Kiyomitsu’s bed. “I don’t know Doudanuki! Didn’t you mention when you were a soldier you saved a comrade from drowning in a battle or something?” he shouted back, just as panicked as the other.

“I said dying not drowning, those are two different things!”

“It’s the same difference, just do something! I don’t know what to do!”

“Fine!”

The farmer, Doudanuki, grabbed the man from the bed and hoisted him from his abdomen and squeezing the weak body between his own body and arms.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Kiyomitsu yelled, staring in shock at how roughly that person was being treated. “You said to do something! Maybe there’s still water in him and he can’t breathe right?” he said continuing the motion of squeezing the life out of the man he was holding.

Before he could protest, the stranger coughed out more water, momentarily gaining the consciousness he lost. “It worked?!” Doudanuki said, more surprised he didn’t kill someone. He set him back down on the bed, letting him catch his breath. “Is he okay?” Kiyomitsu asked as he approached the stranger, who was still recovering. “I dunno, he looks like he’s coming to. Hey you! Are you alive?” he shouted.

“Not so loud! He doesn’t look too good.” and Kiyomitsu was right. The man looked around dazed, eyes wandering over to Kiyomitsu. “... you...see me?” he was barely able to croak out. “D’ya think he’s gone crazy or something? Of course we can! You’re not a ghost!” Doudanuki continued, just as loud as before.

“Jeez, can you learn to quiet down? No wonder the horses are always freaking out!” Kiyomitsu hissed at the farmer before turning back to the person in his bed. “Are you okay? What’s your name?” he said, much more gently.

“Yasu... sada...” he barely managed to say before he once again passed out.

“What did he say his name was?”

And that’s all that really happened between “Yasusada’s” arrival and now, Kiyomitsu thinks as he stares at him from his place on his own bed. Of course he and Doudanuki weren’t fools. They both knew that name to be one of the names that was debated as being the village guardian’s true name. There was a huge debate when he was child, not long after his parents died about the true name of the guardian.

Apparently for almost more than a hundred years the Guardian’s name was “Nagasone” but then the engraving of the name on the statue of the guardian turned into “Yasusada.” The village elders have long since debated that Nagasone was the true name but everyone other than themselves went along with the name they saw on the statue.

And now some stranger with the name of the guardian is still knocked out and sleeping in his own home? Could there really be a connection between this stranger and the village’s guardian? It was too weird to consider. An earthquake and not even the next day and this man appears before everyone with that name?

Could the celestrains have been shaken out of the heavens during the earthquake? What does that mean if they did?

Staring out at the setting sun from his window, he sighs. It was getting late, and he was getting hungry. He could mull over his thoughts while he was eating something nice and warm. Though taking one last glance at his unexpected house guest before descending the stairs, he did have to admit that something about him was just too familiar to really understand.

It would only be a few hours later that Yasusada finally wakes up, having fallen in and out of states of wakefulness and slumber and having his body crushed momentarily. He stares at the ceiling of a room he knows he shouldn’t be as familiar with as he is. Jumping up, he remembers suddenly- the Observatory...

He has to get back, right away. Maybe he can get back there and then send out a search party for Horikawa and whoever else is still missing. Throwing the covers off his body he realizes something is wrong when he no longer feels the weight of his wings at his back, and instead feels the coolness of the wooden floor again his feet.

Panicking, he reaches his hands to his back, looking, feeling and hoping for any sign of his wings. Alas, there was nothing there but two sore spots where is wings once were, and he couldn’t help but let out a scream as he fell to his knees, staring blankly at the ground.

But he’d forgotten the other occupant of the home, running from his place downstairs upon hearing Yasusada’s distressed cry. “Is everything okay?” Kiyomitsu asked, as he burst into the room only to see the other on the floor looking at nothing.

Yasusada glanced up at the man in the doorway, breath caught in his throat. “Are you okay?” he asked once again, approaching Yasusada and he almost felt like he couldn’t move. Was this actually happening right now? Could Yasusada actually be seen, by a mortal? Not just any mortal though, but the one he spent years doting and fawning over?

He didn’t know how to feel... this must truly mean he’s no longer a Celestrian, or at least, he no longer has his powers. He’s not sure which it is... Which is terrifying to think about. How will he get back home? Could he ever go back? That’s where he’s supposed to be and who he’s supposed to be but now he’s down here...

But he’s down here with Kiyomitsu. The one he thought he’d never get the chance to talk to, let alone meet in person or even be seen by. The one who he still couldn’t decide whether or not he was possibly (in love/infatuated/obsessed) with, though he was getting a pretty good idea of what it could be when Kiyomitsu came closer, hand gently at his back as he knelt by him- trying to figure out if he was okay. His face wasn’t exactly close to Yasusada’s but it was enough to make him flush with embarrassment.

“You... you see me...” he mutters, more or less to himself. “Yeah, and you can see me. It’s kind of how eyes work.” Kiyomitsu responds, a little taken aback by that statement. He was certain that before he only said it because this person was waterlogged and dying but now he seems lucid and aware. “Did you hit your head or something?” he says with a bit of a nervous laugh, nervous because if he really did hit his head then he’d need to find help again and he wasn’t going to deal with Doudanuki a second time.

“No- I just... I think I’m tired...” Yasusada responds not sure what to say, but too giddy about having an actual conversation with Kiyomitsu despite everything else. “Pfft, tired? You slept three whole days away! You should be full of energy right about now.” the red eyed male says with laughter, much more relaxed in knowing that Yasusada was more or less fine.

“So... Mr. Stranger. I’m Kiyomitsu, resident of this village and (mostly) diligent farmhand. And you are?” He says as he stands and offers a hand to Yasusada, finally ready to get some answers to a few questions he had in the back of his mind. Maybe now that he was completely awake, maybe his name would be different...

Yasusada stares at the hand in front of him and hesitates for a moment, cursing at himself in his mind and swearing that he’ll punish himself for indulging in Kiyomitsu’s presence as he takes the hand. Standing now at eye level with the other, he responds. “It’s nice to meet you Kiyomitsu, I’m Yasusada.” he says timidly. Unsure if even giving out his name was safe enough to do.

Without missing a beat, Kiyomitsu continues normally. “Oh, just like the Guardian then, right?” he says, trying not to let his suspicion show. However Yasusada knew what this must have seemed like to someone who doesn’t know the truth... “O-Oh is that the case? I come from somewhere very far away and it’s a common name there! What a coincidence that is then...” he stumbles out, cursing at himself for being a terrible liar.

Kiyomitsu stares at him very intensely a touch too long, trying to decide what he thinks about this guy and his story. Obviously he’s hiding something, but he seems relatively harmless for now. “Well then Yasusada, if you really are tired you’re welcome to go back to sleep for now or if your hungry you can have whatever’s left of the stew I made downstairs. I’m going to go to sleep for now and we can talk more tomorrow.” he says eventually as he makes his own way over to his bed.

Before Yasusada can say or do anything further, his stomach announces loudly that it demands food and he shyly excuses himself downstairs. By the time he finishes his own food, Kiyomitsu is upstairs, sound asleep. Yasusada sighs upon seeing the window that was once again carelessly left open, and the candle that was way too close to a very dry cloth.

No matter what was happening now, he was still a Celestrian and guardian to this village. Closing the window and clearing out all flammable items from the candle’s area, he looks out at the village. There were several more homes here that still needed someone to watch over them and despite the need for rest this human body seemed to demand constantly, he would be damned if he didn’t do his job and well.

With that thought in mind, he quietly wanders out of Kiyomitsu’s house into the cool night.

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