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emperor-palpaminty · 3 years

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CAN WE PLEASE GET A PT 2 FOR THE 41 KISS PROMPT W REX OML I CANNOT IT WAS GETTING SO GOOOOODD 😭😭😭😭

ISKSKS I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT

i will most defs do that for you love! am glad you've enjoyed it! I don't remember the exact dialogue so I just... Made it up???? Whoops

Part one is here!

You felt Rex's attention shift to you but you stood your ground, eyes pinned on Krell, the brilliant green shifting against the ever-present darkness rolling around your former master. You could feel it now- the haze of evil, the fog of the Dark Side rolling around him like a mist in a wood.

The captian's blasters were out in his hands and he stood even with you, voice calm but authoritative. "General Krell," He said, calmly. "You're under arrest."

Krell took in the sight of it all- you with your saber resting easily in your hands, Rex standing next to you with his guns drawn, the soldiers moving around you. "Under what charges?"

"Treason against the Republic." Rex moved closer to you, and you shifted your saber, feeling the comforting hum in your fingers.

The men closed in, eyes only on the traitor. Krell's lips pressed into a sneer, and his fingers flexed. "I feared you would say that-" You heard the Force stir before you felt it. "Clone."

The men tumbled back, Krell's sabers whipping out, pushing troopers away. The clone closest to the window crashed through, shattering the glass, and tumbled out, screaming.

You grounded yourself, skidding backwards as the pressure of the force pushed you back. Your head lifted long enough to catch Krell jumping out the shattered window. You stood, running to the ledge and glancing down, Rex behind you. "Kriff," You breathed, starting down. "I'll go directly after him. You take the elevator-"

"Hey," Rex reached out, bumping your arm with his fingers. You turned at looked at his visor, trying to discern some expression, some emotion from that emotionless helmet.

Instead, he drew his hand back, nodding. "Turn on your comm. The second you see him, tell me and wait-"

"No more of your brothers are dying today, Rex." You exhaled, moving back towards the ledge. "Not under my watch." Your breath caught, and you jumped back, tumbling, feeling the air whiz past your ears. You landed heavy, ankles screaming, the impact absorbed by the Force that dwelled around you.

You stood and ran, activating your lightsaber. "Men!" You yelled at a group of 212th troopers. "With me! Don't leave my sights."

You led them into the forest, thick with fog, the plants casting a dim glow on the breath of the twilight. You led the mem, stepping slow, your senses muffled by ringlets of the force around you. "Rex," You said, softly to your comm. "He's close. I can feel him."

"Hang on, General. We're close to you."

You exhaled, softening your voice. "I'll take care of your men. Just get here quick." You tugged your wrist away, saber humming with life.

A man screamed in the distance. You turned, eyes scanning for the familiar haze of blue and green. The sabers moved in violent arcs, aggressive, just as terribly powerful as you remembered him being when you were his padawan.

You ran ahead of the men, who were close to your tail, and you lept upwards, feet planting against foreign fauna, saber swinging. You struck down, just as violent as you had been taught, and two blades rose to meet you.

He swung, the duo of blades moving brilliantly, and you danced between them, twisting and rolling. The clones were yelling at one another in the comms, debating to fire or not, to shoot or not, in lieu of hitting the Jedi that they didn't want to hit.

You tumbled back, your blade still humming, and you glanced up at him, the grey dirt coating your vision. You stood, shakey, hands readjusting.

"My Padawan," Krell sighed, moving towards you. The words suffocated you, and you exhaled, feeling in the force for him- that betrayal earlier, your Captain, was replaced with worry. "You could have been a great service to the dark side." He walked towards you in an arc, and you mimicked it, circling each other slowly. "Instead, you chose some lab-created flesh droid with a hive mind. Does he even feel? Does he know the... Love?" Krell laughed, the sound grating your ribs. "You love him? My padawan is stupid. How unfortunate."

You spun the saber, stopping mid-circle. You began approaching him, head-on, each step a pump of your heart for him, his brothers- Rex. Fives. Jesse. Hardcase. Tup.

You sprinted, hearing Rex's voice in your comms, but the wind rushed past you and blocked his words. Your sabers clashed, and you snarled. "And my master has forgotten one thing-" The presence of Rex closened, pulsed, the fear filling as he heard your blades, your voices.

"And what is that?" Krell leaned in, his blades locked against yours.

You smiled as Rex and his men pushed into the clearing, their voices talking about the many aggressive living plants around the two of you. Your boot hit the rubbery root, and you stepped on it harder, feeling the hiss of the plant under you. "You taught me everything I know."

You shut off your saber and ducked, rolling away from him, and the vines rushing to meet you caught Krell's leg and yanked him up.

The men shot, firing, as you moved back, watching the Krell seeing wildly. You moved back towards Rex, watching him especially, and you get the fear transition to pride, admiration, even, as the General's sabers fell and he hit the ground, unconscious.

"Brilliant, General," Rex exhaled to you, watching his men hurry to cuff Krell.

You nodded, knees shaking, and you deactivated your saber, hand pressing to your thigh. A slow groan escaped your throat, a subtle burn spreading. "Rex-" You hissed, collapsing.

Rex turned instantly, body stiffening as you fell. He ran to you, rolling you over and looking at your thigh. "Kriff." He hissed. "Medic!" The pain in his voice was physical, wet, thick, more so than the pain in your body.

You felt him tug your head onto his arm. "Rex," You mumbled, the pain coursing rapidly in your muscles. "I think- when I-"

"Shh. You're going to be okay- Medic!" Rex stood, tucking you to him, and running to the straggling group of clones. "She's been hit."

Your leg stung, and your head lulled back, eyes catching the blue blurs of Rex's helmet before darkness consumed you.

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When you came to, you had a very strong craving for tea. Your body felt sticky, thick, and you groaned and sat up. You glanced around at the pristine setting- the medical ward, you presumed, still on Umbara.

You kicked your legs over the aide of the bed and grimaced, knees popping at the use. Your upper leg felt mended, but the sutures were bruising your skin. You settled weight on it and emitted a hiss, shuffling towards the shower.

"You're up," Kix called. You turned, glancing back at the irritated medic. "If the Captain knew you were up-"

"Kix," you whined, leaning heavily on the closest bed frame. "I'm fine."

He gave an irritable grunt, holding out a folded pile of clothes. "You'd better be. Go shower. Do not-" He tugged the fabrics from your hands and you hummed, reaching for them. "I repeat, do not pull at the bacta pad or get it soaked. Damp is fine. Wet is not. Good?"

"Loud and clear." You snatched the clothes away.

"I'd better tell the boys you're up. They've been anxious. Especially-" The medic stopped, stumbling on his words

Your feet bumped into the doorframe of the refresher. "Especially... Who?"

Kid glanced up at you, eyes almost mirroring the Captian you hoped for, and he said, gently, with a grin on his lips, "I think you already know who."

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When you emerged from the refresher, toweling off your hair, you heard a sharp intake of breath. "You're awake."

Your eyes snapped up, towel abandoned in your hands. "I am." Rex's voice held the same tenderness that had planted in your heard since the most recent tea ritual, rubbing your heart raw with the coarse affection that was running you over, again and again. "Are you alright?

Rex started towards you, eyes blazing with a compassionate intensity. "You need to be in bed."

You smiled gently, raising your hands in mock surrender, fighting to keep the searing pain of your wound at bay. "I'm getting there."

Rex met you halfway. He stooped and scooped you up, gently, far in less of a rush than he had been when you were openly injured and walked you towards your bed. "You know better, general." He scolded, softly. You didn't complain, opting to wind your fingers behind the nape of his neck and press your face softly against his jaw.

The captain exhaled a shaky breath. His hold tightened momentarily as he stopped by your cramped cot, turning his head and lowering his cheek against your skin. Your fingers intertwined and you pulled back, looking up at his face. The rolling surprise spread on his lips, his eyes, as he turned his head more against you, sitting down on the cot, simply cradling you.

You threw your arms around him entirely and allowed Rex to hold you- you shook, quietly, sobbing softly. "I'm so sorry, Rex, if I had sensed Krell-"

"No, no," Rex squeezed you gently, rocking now, smoothing a hand in your still-damp hair. "The Jedi Council didn't sense it. General Skywalker or General Kenobi didn't sense it, either. You can't blame yourself." The hand in your tendrils of hair moved to your cheek, the gloved fingers smoothing over the war-roughened skin. "You have done-" A crack in the foundation of his words, and his shoulders heaved. "More. More than I could ever ask anyone."

You bumped your forehead to him, holding his jaw in both your hands. "And I would do more." Especially for you.

Rex nodded, his hold tightening as he pulled you in again. The two of you sobbed- perhaps because of the losses, the shame of that responsibility, or perhaps you realized the unconditional depths of your love for the other, and it was something- even worse, someone- you could never truly have.

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skybiome · 3 years

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And when the sun comes up, you’ll find a brand new god.

Chapter 4

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ao3 tws: hunting animals for food, discussions of self-destructive behavior, semi-graphic animal death, mild blood

The next days followed a similar pattern. Techno would wake, Phil would feed him a meal, and they'd go accomplish a task or chore at a place that wasn't there the day before. Then the winged man would feed him another meal, and they'd either do another task or Phil would call it a day and it would suddenly be dark outside.

Techno quickly fell into the rhythm of spending time with his new companion. One morning they tended to a garden that had sprung up behind the inn overnight, and another afternoon they set up small game snares out in the forest.

He was getting used to eating several meals a day and sleeping every night. It felt nice. And it would suck when he had to break the habit and go back to spending weeks on the road without pause.

Techno shook that thought out of his head, and refocused on the food in front of him. That was future Techno’s problem.

Over the last week and a half, he and Phil had expanded from the bar top and hopped from table to table as they saw fit. Right now, they were both sitting criss-cross on top of the furniture, eating eggs, bacon, and toast.

Phil was saying something, but the monster hunter didn’t hear it, too caught up in his own thoughts. The winged man never seemed to mind when that happened.

Techno scarfed down the last of his eggs and tuned back in.

He waited for his companion to finish speaking, before asking, “What do you have planned for today?”

Phil folded his hands in front of him, like he was carefully considering his options. Though, Techno had to smile, as his wings betrayed his real intentions. They were fluffed up slightly. The monster hunter had come to translate as their owner being startled or excited by something.

“I wanna go deer hunting.”

Techno blinked, and then nodded, the content smile staying on his face. “Sound’s good to me.”

“Perfect!” The winged man placed his hands on the table, and pushed himself backwards, off the table. He always had to sit on the edge of the table so that his wings could hang over the side. Otherwise he had to sit on his feathers. It’s the same reason that Techno had never seen him sit in a normally backed chair.

The cursed man slid off the table with less enthusiasm than his companion. Still, he was looking forward to it. The longer he was staying with Phil, the more his walls were coming down. At the moment he didn’t mind it, but it would hurt when he had to leave. Might as well start early.

“Hey, Phil.”

The winged man slid to a stop on the wooden floor, hand on the doorknob. He turned around and answered with a questioning, “Hm?”

“Do you have something I can use to tie my hair up?” Techno ran his hand through his bangs, pulling them out from behind his ear as a show.

“Oh! Of course.” Phil let go of the door handle. Walking back to his friend, he pulled a length of ribbon out of pocket. He made a twirling motion with his hand. “Do you need help?” He was offering to tie up Techno’s hair.

Techno shook his head and held out his hand. “I can do it myself.”

The winged man shrugged, and handed the ribbon to his companion.

Techno closed his fist around the small strip of cloth. He started towards the door. After a step, Phil sprung into action and hurried towards, betting his friend there and throwing open the exit. He rushed through the threshold into the outdoors. The monster hunter followed after him, making sure to latch the door shut behind him.

Once outside, Phil stepped around the corner of the build and returned with a bow and quiver in hand from whatever liminal space he retrieved it from. Techno was fairly certain that the winged man could have summoned it right in front of him, but Phil seemed to like to pretend that he wasn’t a god.

So Techno kept up the believing act. Instead of paying attention to another one of his associate’s oddities, he gathered his hair up with his hands, and carefully tied it into a low ponytail. Even tied up, it fell to reach his tail bone.

Once it was secure, the monster hunter reached down to his scabbard. Over the last two weeks, the full sized sword sheath had shrunk to a smaller form, about the size of a short sword instead of a full, two handed blade. It still produced any weapon required, it had just transformed visually.

When pulled on the pommel sticking out he was met with a manageable curved knife. He flipped the dagger from reverse grip to a normal hold. With his free hand, Techno gripped his hair a little away from where the ribbon held it.

He settled the knife below the pony tail and a fair few inches away from where it was secured. In his periphery, Techno saw Phil’s eyes widen and take a step forward, as if he’d just figured out what his friend was doing.

In a single, smooth motion, Techno swept the blade up, and severed the length of hair. He drew the hand that held the hair around to his front, and showed it to his companion.

“Where can I throw this away?”

Techno watched as Phil seemed to go cycle through every grief simultaneously. So much stress built up in his shoulders, that it looked like he was going to snap in half. Then, he took a deep breath and released it. The winged man took a second to shake his wings, trying to force the newly acquired stress out of himself, before opening his eyes and looking at Techno.

“Just, leave it on the ground. I’ll pick it up later.”

The monster hunter could see that there was still tension laced through the man’s form, most obviously in his wings. They didn’t fully settle down on his back, but the feathers started to lay flatter. Techno just nodded and dropped the hair to the ground. He wasn't sure what he'd done to upset Phil. The cursed man then let go of the dagger as well. It would return to his sheath shortly.

He took one more moment to tighten his much shorter ponytail, before starting towards Phil.

“I’m ready now.”

Phil gave him a once over before sighing deeping and replying with a simple, “Okay, follow me.”

Gripping his bow, he started off into the tree line, quiver already slung over his back. Techno followed, and pulled his own weapon out of the scabbard. He found a bow in his hand, and a quiver attached to his belt instead of the regular sheath.

They walked for maybe half an hour into the forest. The longer they traveled, the more tension leached out of Phil, until he was back to his usual cheery state. The winged man led them out of the tree line. Looking around, they were now standing at the lip of a stony cliff. Another cliff faced them from about 30 feet away, with a lower strip of land in the middle that acted as a transition from the forest to a meadow farther out. A natural choke point.

Techno could see a few deer ambling around in shadows of the trees to their right. Following his eyeline, Phil pointed at the animals.

“I want you to get behind them, and spook them into the canyon. I’m going to be around the corner-” he pointed to where the cliff dropped off, presumably into the plain below”-so that they won’t be coming right at me, but I’ll still have a good shot so I can aim for a buck.”

The monster hunter ran the plan through his head, and then nodded. A fairly solid set up with an alright chance of them heading home with a cervid.

Phil returned the nod. “Loop around to the back of them and make a lot of noise to get them moving.”

Techno nodded once more, and replied with, “Okay.”

With that, the winged man turned, and hopped off the side of the ledge, and out of his companion’s sight. Following Phil’s lead, the man started into the forest. He took care to not move too fast or break any branches. His gray cloak blended into the shadows of the trees.

Over the last few weeks, the deep green had faded and been replaced with a green-gray. Into a few more days, all the green would be gone, and the fabric would start turning red instead. The same thing happened with any cloak Techno wore. They always ended up red.

Pink hair solidly hidden under the hood, he slunk around the back of the deer herd. Once he was in position behind a tree, the monster hunter took a second to prepare himself. He then lunged out from behind his cover. Techno ran at the cervids, yelling at the top of his lungs.

One of the does shocked her head up to look at him. The entire herd lept into motion. In a second, every single deer was sprinting down the hill between the cliff faces. Techno kept after them, yelling every few seconds, even though the animals quickly outpaced him.

In the distance, something shot out from around the corner of the cliff. It struck one of the running bucks. The deer stumbled, but continued to run. Techno swore internally and kept running.

Phil emerged from around the edge a few seconds after all the deer had cleared the pass. The monster hunter came to a stop beside his friend, breathing hard. The winged was looking at the escaping animals with regret.

“Can you fly with those?” Techno pointed to the wings on Phil’s back. He’d never actually seen the man take off with them.

That snapped Phil out of his haze. “What? Of course I can.”

“I need you to grab me and get up high.”

The winged man looked hesitant, but nodded. He made a circular motion with his hand, in concurrence with the words, “Turn around.”

Techno obliged. A moment later, Phil locked his hands under the monster hunter’s armpits, and with a burst of wind, their feet left the ground. Phil stopped going up when they were a few hundred feet up. He changed his motion from vertical to horizontal, gliding after the fleeing cervids.

The monster hunter spotted the buck, still running with an arrow in its side.

“Drop me.”

“What?” Phil’s wing beats changed from moving forward to keeping them hovering in place. He shook his head. “I’m not dropping you.”

He wasn’t going to drop him. Okay.

Techno fought the winged man’s grip on his torso. He managed to spin around in his companion’s hold. The cursed man pulled his foot up, and placed a boot on Phil’s chest. The monster hunter extended his leg, using his friend as a springboard. Techno broke Phils grip and began plummeting towards the ground.

Eyes locked on the stag, Techno redrew his bow from his sheath, and notched an arrow. Fighting the downward motion, the monster hunter let the arrow fly. He didn’t see if he hit it. His attention was too focused on the fast approaching ground to see if he hit his target. The cursed man closed his eyes, waiting for the bone shattering crunch of hitting the earth.

The wind was knocked out of him as something intercepted him midair, changing his trajectory from straight down to a sideway motion and sending him skidding through the prairie grassing. Once he slid to a stop, Techno tried to sit up. White hot pain shot through him. He had to lay back down and let his battered body heal itself. After a few moments, he got to his feet with only marginal pain.

A few feet away, Phil was pulling himself to his feet as well. Oh. He must have tackled Techno out of the sky in order to keep him from slamming into the ground at terminal velocity. They both were covered in dirt from sliding. Phil’s feathers were pointing every which way, and some were broken and would probably need to be pulled out.

The winged man shook himself, and tried to fold the extra limbs in, but flinched and left them half extended. Techno made his way over to his friend.

“Are you okay?” The monster hunter was a bit worried. Phil was holding his wings weird.

The winged man turned on Techno in an instant. “Are you mental? Why did you make me drop you?”

Techno raised his hands defensively, and took a surprised step back. “I couldn’t fire the bow while you were holding me.”

“Then let me put you down and get the deer myself!” Phil flung his arms out to the side. His wings followed the motion. The feathered limbs were quivering, but Techno couldn’t tell if it was in pain, or in rage.

“That would have taken too long.”

“No! It wouldn’t have. And it wouldn’t have ended with you almost plowing yourself into the floor.”

Techno shrugged. “I would have lived.”

“That’s- that’s not the point, Techno. I had a solution that would have worked just as well and it wouldn’t have ended with you getting hurt.”

“But my solution was faster and simpler.”

“And it would have ended with you going splat on the ground.”

Techno nodded. “And then I would get up from that and go collect the deer.”

Phil rubbed his face with his hands for a moment and let out hissing noise. After a moment, he pulled his hands away from his face, but the tension stayed in his shoulders. “Not every problem has to have an answer that ends with you getting hurt, Techno.”

“True,” the monster hunter tilted his head to the side, “but that’s normally the most direct and easiest solution.”

“It doesn’t have to be, though. I’d rather the solution take a little bit longer than have it go through you.” Phil punctuated his point by marching over to Techno and poking him in the sternum, hard.

Techno took a step back in surprise. The winged man held the expression for a moment, before dropping it along with the tension in his shoulders.

Phil turned around and motioned his hand at Techno, indicating that the cursed man should follow him. “Come on,” he postured as he walked, “let’s see if you got it.”

The conversation seemed to be over for the time being.

It took them a few minutes of searching, but the monster hunter knew that his associate had found something when Phil yelped and hopped backwards in surprise. The winged man hissed in pain as he moved his wings. Techno jogged through the waves of grass and looked down at what Phil had found.

It was the buck. Blood was still sluggishly flowing out of the wound on its side where Phi’s arrow had struck it. The more graphic part of the animal was its head. Techno’s arrow had shattered through the back of its skull, piercing the brain. The monster hunter kneeled down by the animal.

He opened its mouth and found the end of the broadhead protruding from the back of its throat. Drawing his weapon, Techno found a simple hunting knife, about the size of his palm. The cursed man stripped the arrow of its fletching, and pulled it the rest of the way out of the animal.

He then made two small cuts on the sides of the other arrow and removed it as well. Techno handed the arrows to Phil. With deft hands, the cursed man field dressed the animal. Once the carcass was clean, he hefted it up and onto his shoulders. Techno turned to Phil.

The monster hunter nodded at his friend. Phil returned the nod, and started back in the direction of the inn. Techno followed behind.

On the way, the winged man started up another conversation. Techno was relieved as the tension between the two eased. Phil was the more talkative of the two so Techno only gave his two cents when it was clear that his friend was fishing for replies.

Otherwise, the cursed man’s attention had turned to the weather. Before, it has been pleasantly warm, with no clouds in the sky for the weeks that Techno had been here. He didn’t even know what season it was.

Now, a solid layer of cloud coated the sky above and a chill blew through the trees. Techno didn’t mind. If anything, he’d say that the colder weather was Phil’s way of helping to preserve the deer longer. The cold didn’t bother him, but the blood soaking through his cloak and into his shirt was a bit uncomfortable.

Gods, Phil really was spoiling him. Two weeks and he was already uncomfortable with being covered in gore.

Eventually they made it back to the empty village. With a rope provided by Phil, the deer was hung by the antlers from a bough to age and finish cooling off. After it was secured, the winged man hurried inside. Techno trailed after him.

Phil sat on one of the tables and carefully extended one of his wings, hissing at pain of the motion. Golden fluid leaked from certain locations between the feathers. Carefully, Phil started straightening the plumes. Whenever he found one that was broken and bleeding, the deity carefully pulled it out. He’d then press down on the hurt location to stem the shimmering gore. After a few seconds, he’d remove the finger and move onto the next spot. Only a couple minutes into working, there was already a pile of broken feathers forming.

A few minutes later, the winged being seemed to remember that there was someone else in the building. He pulled his head up from where it was stuck in his feather and turned to look at Techno. Phil patted a spot on the table behind him.

“You can help if you want.”

Techno was thankful for the invitation. Otherwise he’d just have to continue standing there like a dead fish. He scrambled onto the tabletop, but hesitated to touch the wing in front of him.

“What… do I do?”

Phil chuckled softly. “Start at the base, and kind of run your hands through them like you’re combing them. Get them to lay as flat as you can. And if you find any that are broken and bleeding, just pull them out.”

“... alright.”

The backs of the wings were clearly more roughed up than the insides, probably from the harsh landing and sliding through the grass. Techno hesitantly threaded his fingers through the short feathers near where the wings attached to god’s back. A shiver ran through Phil at the contact, but he didn’t say anything. So Techno continued. Cautiously, he began working his way along the limb, plucking any broken feathers and following Phil’s own example by applying pressure to the spots where they were removed.

Everytime he pulled one out, the wing shook lightly in his grip, but it never tried to pull away. The wing’s owner refrained from conversation, too focused on preening himself. So Techno started talking instead. He spoke about whatever he could think of.

How one time while exploring he stumbled upon the den of an ice elemental and was frozen solid for a whole winter, until the ground thawed in the spring and the elemental was too weak to fight back. Or how he’d kept a journal once, only to lose it when it fell out of his coat and later learned that someone had found it, and published it as “a surprising immersive account of an immortal wandering the world.”

Anything he could think of, Techno spoke it to fill the silence. Eventually, he made it all the way to the tip of the wing. Scooting across the tabletop, he moved closer to Phil’s back and started working on the other limb.

After a bit more talking, Phil seemed to drag his focus away from the work on the interior of his wings and would occasionally comment or ask questions about Techno’s journey. It was a nice reversal of how their conversations normally worked.

Normally Phil led the discussion and Techno followed. Now, it was the other way around.

Techno ran his hand along the primaries of the wing, watching them refract and shimmer purple in the candle light. The feathers were all fixed now, with a decent pile of discarded ones sitting around him. Still he kept running his hands over and through the feathers. If Phil was uncomfortable with it, he would have stopped the cursed man. Techno was now just petting him more than anything.

He pulled his hands out of the plumes and Phil slid forward, off the table and onto his feet. The winged god took a few steps away from the table, before turning back around to face Techno. He stretched his wings to their full wing span. Then, they refolded his back, the primaries just barely avoiding dragging on the ground.

“Thanks for the help, Techno.” Phil turned towards the kitchen. “Let’s make at least a little food before bed.”

Techno sat on the table for a moment, before realizing that Phil had asked for him to follow into the kitchen. The cursed man shook his head and slid off the surface. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this tired. Actually he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been tired at all.

Phil’s voice dragged Techno out of his stupor. “You coming?” The winged man had stuck his head back out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’m comin’.” He was zoning out really badly, but made his way into the back room of the inn. Phil was moving around slices of potato in a skillet of hot oil. It smelled really good, and it was the first time that Techno had actually seen Phil cook something. The deity normally just magicked food into existence.

From a cutting board on the counter, Phil added some onion, and minced turnip to the pan. Then, he threw in some herbs and waited for them to cook. Techno leaned against the warm stone of the hearth. The winged man was sitting beside him, also basking in the pleasant heat.

He flipped the food around in the pan, before sighing, and speaking. “I’m sorry for snapping at you before. I shouldn’t have done tha-”

“No.” Techno cut him off. “You were in the right for snapping at me.” Neither of them were looking at each other. Phil was staring at the food in the cookware and Techno was focused on the grain of the floorboards. “I’m sorry for upsetting you. I should have taken your feelings and abilities into consideration while making the plan.”

“It's just-” Phil cut himself off, and sighed. “I don’t like seeing you get hurt. And I especially don’t like seeing you hurt yourself.”

Techno blinked. He didn’t know what Phil was talking about. The winged man hadn’t seen him fight, and he certainly hadn’t hurt himself. So he answered with a confused, “What?”

His friend chuckled sadly. “Even if you don’t mean to, you take solutions that will end with you getting hurt, when there's another perfectly reasonable way.”

The cursed man opened his mouth with a rebuttal on his tongue, but Phil cut him off.

“Your way is faster, but that doesn’t mean it's better. The ends don’t justify the means, Techno.” The winged man ended the conversation there. He stood up and took the skillet off the heat of the fire. Splitting the food onto two plates, he handed one dish to Techno, along with silverware, and walked out of the kitchen. After a moment, Techno trailed after him.

They sat at the bar and ate their meals. Neither of them spoke, and the silence and food slowly diffused the tension in the air. By the time their plates were clear, Techno was struggling to keep his head off the bartop.

Phil smiled softly, and set the dishes away in the kitchen.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

Techno didn’t say anything. Instead he just slid off the stool and started towards his room.

“Wait.”

The monster hunter stopped at Phil’s word.

“Can I have your cloak to wash? It's covered in deer blood.”

Techno’s eyes widened. “Oh.” He took off the fabric and handed it to his friend.

The two exchanged nods, and the tired man continued to his room. Phil stayed standing in the main room. Once he heard Techno’s door click shut, the winged deity let the tension drain out of his shoulders.

Turning his attention to the cloth in hand. The god let his magic flow into the cloak, clearing away the blood and reversing whatever Techno’s magic had done to it. In a moment, a pristine green cloak sat in his arms once again. He refolded it and set it on the bar counter. Techno would find it when he emerged in the morning.

Something in Philza’s chest tugged for a moment. Recognizing the feeling, Phil let himself be pulled away. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the inn's mainroom. Wilbur was standing a few feet away, still enraptured and working on the trial ahead.

Phil leaned over and tried to place a hand on the bartop next to him. His fingertips went right through the material. Yep, just as he’d guessed. He wasn’t actually in the inn. Wilbur had changed his way of spectating the trial. It had gone from being a small overhead projection, to have it be where he could be inside and watch them interact without affecting it.

“How are you doing, Wil?” Phil sauntered over to his brother’s side.

“A little bored, to be frank.”

Phil had to laugh. “You never have had the longest attention span.”

Wilbur shrugged good-naturedly. “I can only watch you two be sickeningly domestic for so long. You gonna adopt him, too?”

“If he’ll let me.” The god of solitude was quiet for a moment. “Have you been alone this whole time?”

“Nah,” Wilbur shook his head. “Tommy and Tubbo have been popping in to check up on me. I think they miss you.”

“It's only been two weeks,” Phil said with humor clear in his voice.

“They’re kids.”

“They’re 300 years old.”

“And they’re spent the last hundred of those years latched to our sides.” Wilbur postured. “It’s odd for both of us to be gone, and they can only cause so much chaos before Dream or Bad tell them off.”

“That’s fair.”

The god of music tapped his foot for a moment, probably a rhythm that would soon feature in a famous drinking song, before speaking again. “I’ve been having Skeppy help me with the next trial, since I’m not the best at coming up with puzzles.”

“Oh, that’s going to be fun.” Phil couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face. “I’m betting there’s lots of lava.”

“If there wasn’t lava I’d be afraid that someone had replaced Skeppy.”

“So, I’m guessing you summoned me because you want me to hurry up and get Techno moving?”

“No, actually. I think Techno’s planning on leaving on his own in the next few days. I’m wondering why you had him help you fix your wings.” Wilbur turned his attention away from the floating shapes of light and turned to look at Phil. “You walked for like half an hour to get back to the town. Why didn’t you let yourself heal?”

Phil ruffled his wings, feeling slightly put on the spot. “I wanted to get him to realize that his action can affect the people around him.”

The god of music hummed, seemingly accepting that answer.

Wil turned back to his projections. Teasing smile clear in his voice, he said, “I think you just wanted someone to play with your wings.”

“Okay, you have got me there.”

Wilbur whirled around on this brother, victory shining in his eyes. “I knew!”

“Hey, now!” Phil laughed as he held his hands out in defeat. “I think he enjoyed it, too.”

The god of music laughed as well, the sound like liquid honey. “If you say so.”

The two stood in compassionate silence. Wilbur broke it by saying. “You ready to go back down?”

Phil nodded. “You were the one who brought me here in the first place.”

“Oh, shut up.” Wilbur punched him in the shoulder.

The winged god chuckled, and jokingly rubbed the spot. “Hug before I go?” He opened his arms wide.

Wil didn’t say anything. He just threw himself into his brother’s embrace, letting the older wrap him in his wings. After a few moments, the god of trials released the breath he was holding, and mentally nudged his brother through the planes of the domain, and back into the actual inn.

Phil let himself be moved. One moment, he was hugging Wilbur, and the next he was standing alone in the inn. The god sighed deeply before starting towards his room. Wilbur had always been better at reading people, so he was interested in what he’d meant by Techno planning on leaving in the next few days.

Only the future would tell.

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ladyideal · 4 years

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This Is Us Part 4

Pairing: Legolas x OC!Reader

Word Count: 2630

Summary: When the One Ring was found, it becomes a journey across Middle Earth to destroy it. Watch as the Fellowship is formed, and crossed the continent, where loyalty will be tested, and love will blossom at the most unexpected places.

A/n: Wasn't as long as what I wanted, but hey at least Moria is done. Didn't read it over, so apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5

"You okay, Frodo?" Alena asked as the Fellowship ran out the chamber into a hall of pillars. The Fellowship was closely pursued by an army of Orcs. While other orcs sprung out from the floor or crawled, like spiders, from the ceiling and down the pillars, you and Legolas scurried them back with volleys after volleys of arrows.

"I'm alright," The hobbit called out from in front of you.

You felt your back for more arrows, only to find the amount dwindling past the emergency amount. "Don't have much left, Legolas!"

There wasn't a response, but you swore you heard a grumble from the front. As the massive growing amount of orcs surrounded the group, you heard blades sliding out of their scabbard, pointing their sharp edges at the leering beasts.

Gimli let out an angry yell as he raised his axe in defiance. Suddenly, a fiery light appeared at the end of a hall followed by a thunderous rumble. While the Orcs cowered and fled in all directions, the dwarf gave a hearty laugh, thinking he had scared off the Orcs.

With the group being left alone, you and the weary wizard stared down the hall. Closing his eyes briefly, Gandalf concentrated as though trying to remember something.

Another loud rumble issued from the end of the hall.

"What is this new devilry?" Boromir scowled, raising his sword.

"That my friend," You spoke, sticking your hands into your pockets and trying to sound brave. "Is a Balrog. A demon of the ancient world, from thousands of years ago. They used to be respected Maiars, but were cast out for siding with evil."

Both Alena and Aragon raised their eyebrows at your explanation, but said nothing otherwise. The thing growled once more, still hidden around a corner of the vast hall, throwing fiery light onto the many pillars. Legolas glanced at you, this time in fear of the newest foe.

"This foe is beyond any of you," Gandalf shook his head. "Run!"

Although you were going to object that you could stop the Balrog, you heeded his words and indicated the small doorway to the side. "There!"

Quickly, the wizard shepherded the group through the doorway. As the last hobbit went through, he too took one last glance behind him, before following. Entering a passageway and going down a flight of steps, you watched in concern as the flight became unsteady, and at times half missing.

"Careful!" You called out as Boromir nearly tumbled down after stepping into air, and Legolas pulling him back onto safety.

Aragorn shouted. "Gandalf!"

"Lead them on, Aragorn!" Gandalf roared. "The bridge is near!"

The company observed across a wide space to a long bridge with a large gap between a hall and a cliff face. Away behind them, the Balrog roared furiously again.

"We'll have to jump!" Alena hollered from the front.

Aragorn moved towards the Ishtari, but Gandalf pushed the Ranger roughly away from him. "Do as I say, Aragorn. Swords are no more use here!"

Hurt and confusion briefly crossed his face, but turned away with understanding. With another encouragement from Gandalf, the Fellowship carefully, almost reluctantly, descended the stairs. From behind, the Balrog roared again.

"I go," Legolas spoke, leaping and landing on the other side of the gap. He turned to you first. "Y/N."

With a small running start, you jumped over the gap, less graceful than he did. Landing in his arms, your cheeks flamed at the closeness as your body pressed into his. Briefly he smiled, but let you go.

"Gandalf," The elf chose.

Suddenly, arrows whistled into the air from a far ledge, striking the stone steps.Whirring around, you shot back back. Your arrow rose through the air and pierced the skull of an Orc, watching as it tumbled down from his ledge. The Balrog rumbled again. This time, foundations splintered and crumbled, sending huge rocks tumbling into the depths. As the wizard and Boromir lept from the other side, you turned to the rest of the Fellowship.

"Sam."

"Alena."

As the first hobbit was caught by Boromir, you caught Alena safely to the same side. When the half elf caught her footing, she too helped catch the rest of the Fellowship.

"Gimli," Aragorn reached down to pick up the dwarf.

"Nobody tosses a dwarf," Gimli spoke, holding a hand out to stop the Ranger from doing so.

"Gimli," You groaned in exasperation at the dwarf's stubbornness. "Now's not the time."

He kept over the gap anyway, but nearly falling back into the chasm below if it wasn't for Legolas grabbing his beard.

"Not the beard!" The dwarf exclaimed, eyes widening.

You rolled your eyes, but gently lowered Frodo onto his feet when the hobbit was pushed by Aragorn. Some of the stone steps crumble and fall. The Ranger climbed to his feet and observed the now widened gap that separated him from the rest of the Fellowship.

""Steady. Hold on!" Aragorn shouted, as the stone structures around the mine shuddered and collapsed as the balrog drew near. A huge rock suddenly fell from the ceiling and smashed through the steps behind Aragorn, creating another gap behind him. With the stairs wobbling, he got to his feet again.

"Hang on! Lean forward, Legolas!" He called the elf.

"Come on!" Legolas shouted, shifting his weight forward, tipping the stairs across the divide, and slamming them onto the steps where the rest of the companions were. Now at safety, the group sprinted down the rest of the stairs, as the stone structures toppled and collapsed behind.

With Gandalf in the front leading the Fellowship, a towering wall of flame whirled behind. "Over the bridge! Fly!"

The Fellowship continued running. However, Gandalf turned around, looking into the wall of fire. A great form of black shadow leapt through the flames, its eyes of white fire, great ash-black horns curling around a bull-like head.

"Gandalf!" You shouted when you realized he didn't follow.

It opened its maw, rippling heat pouring out with a rumble. The wizard turned back at the sound of your voice, now running after the Fellowship. A great, black, cloven foot stomped down into the hall, bursting into flames. A narrow bridge of stone appeared in the fiery light, and the Fellowship crossed it quickly.

This time for good, the wizard turned to face the Balrog. You had an inkling of idea of what he was planning.

"You cannot pass!" Gandalf roared.

"Gandalf!" You and Frodo shouted, but you were faster than the hobbit.

"No!" The wizard whirred back to you, determination set in his face. With your heart sinking into your stomach, you understood what his plans were the entire time. "Tye are vamme readime." (You are not ready.)

You gasped, ready to retort angrily that you were ready to show yourself, but watched as Gandalf ignored you and turned back to the balrog. Both Rangers and the elf turned to you curiously, but you shook your head, not ready to explain.

"I am the servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you! Flame of Udûn!" The maiar roared, parrying the balrog's blow with his blade.

Glowing embers whispered and blinked off the circle of light around the wizard. As the monster bellowed at the wizard, Frodo gasped and Aragorn ran forward.

"Go back to the Shadow!"

The Balrog stepped onto the bridge anyways. In one hand, it brandished a flaming, glowing whip.

"You — shall not — pass!" Gandalf raised his sword and staff together into the air, driving his staff into the bridge, and causing a bright flash of blue light to appear. Flaring its nostrils angrily, the Balrog stepped forward onto the bridge, as though challenging the maiar.

Before the beast could react, the bridge collapsed from under it as it moved towards Gandalf, and broke before the wizard's staff. The demon plunged backward into the chasm with an upset roar, still wielding its glowing whip. Gandalf, now exhausted, leaned on his staff and watched as the balrog fell. Once out of sight, he turned around to follow the company.

Whip!

The flaming whip lashed up from the depths of the abyss and winded itself around Gandalf's ankle, dragging him over the edge. He clinged onto the bridge, but strained to keep his grip. Frodo tried rushing forward, but Boromir easily restrained him. Alena kept a hand on your shoulder too, dragging you backward into the safety of the group.

"No, Frodo!" The Captain of the White Tower shouted.

"Gandalf!" The hobbit struggled within Boromir's hands.

The wizard grasped the edges of the jagged bridge, looking deep into Frodo's eyes and then into yours. He stopped struggling, as you dropped your head in understanding.

This was part of his plans. This was the way.

"Fly, you fools!" He uttered, letting go of the stone and falling into the chasm, spreading his arms as the glimmering light of the Balrog faltered far below.

"No!" Frodo called out once more, now in despair. With a grunt, Boromir lifted the hobbit up, and towards a flight of stairs leading upward.

"Aragorn!" Alena shouted, letting your shoulder go as you dropped your shoulders, and slowly followed the company.

For a moment, Aragorn does not move. It was only when nearby orcs arrows started whistling by once again, shooting at the companions, did he finally turned away from the chasm and held up the back of the group.

When the Fellowship finally broke the surface and exited Moria below. Boromir tried to restrain Gimli, but let him go as the dwarf vented out his rage and sorrow. Around the opening, the weary and full of grief members sat down, holding one another.

Merry consoled a crying Pippin, as you sat beside Legolas feeling numb and looking glassy like at the softly glowing forest in the distance. The elf himself didn't fair any better, wearing a look of shock, disbelief, and puzzlement. Sam and Frodo sat together on the ground, both bowing their heads into their hands, and weeping.

Aragorn, looking all the while unaffected, wiped his sword clean, sheathed it, and turned to the others. "Alena, get them up."

"Oh give them a moment, for pity's sake!" Boromir butted in, looking cross.

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs! We must reach the woods of Lothlórien. Come, Boromir, Legolas, Alena, Gimli, get them up."

"Y/N?" Legolas softly spoke, placing a comfortable arm around your shoulders. "Let's go."

With a sniffle, he helped you up.

"On your feet Sam. Frodo? Frodo!" Aragorn watched as the young hobbit, along with Sam, ran towards him, a single tear dribbling down his chin. As the rest of the Fellowship reluctantly dragged themselves up to their feet once more, you spared one last glance at the opening into Moria once more, before following Legolas.

Chortling, icy blue water gurgled across the dale. Alena ran up onto a rock to scout ahead for the group. Framed against a deep blue sky, she looked past the majestic mountains to the greengold woods beyond with an almost giddy expression. Deemed safe, the Fellowship continued jogging across a grassy field, only halting under the leaves of a forest of tall trees.

"Stay close, young Hobbits! They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods, an Elf-witch, of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her spell…" Gimli called, making you nearly roll your eyes again.

For a dwarf, he was quite dramatic.

Suddenly, Frodo stopped, looking startled out of his thoughts.

"and are never seen again," The dwarf continued.

""Mister Frodo?" Sam stopped too, concern etched in his face as he watched Frodo.

"Well, here is one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!"

An arrow, notched, appeared out of nowhere before his face.

"Oh…" Gimli spoke, going cross eyed as he tried to keep sight of the arrow. Within moments, other bows at the ready appeared around the Fellowship. You and Legolas also aimed your bows back. One section of the archers stepped aside, as a tall, golden-haired elf appeared.

"The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark." The newcomer spoke, earning himself a wordless growl from the dwarf. He turned his attention to the rest of the Fellowship, and spotted Legolas from beside you. "Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduilion." (Welcome Legolas, son of Thranduil.)

"Govannas vîn gwennen le, Haldir o Lórien," Legolas dipped his head once in acknowledgement. (Our Fellowship stands in your debt, Haldir of Lórien.)

He then noticed Aragorn. "A, Aragorn in Dúnedain istannen le ammen." (Oh, Aragorn of the Dúnedain, you are known to us.)

"Haldir," The Ranger greeted.

Then his gaze settled at Alena. Briefly, the edges of his lips turned upwards. "Ni sinte tye." (I know you.)

With a grin, you watched as Alena's face lit up at the recognition from her fiancee.

"So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves! Speak words we can also understand!" Gimli grumbled, breaking the peaceful spell.

"We have not had dealings with the Dwarves since the Dark Days," The elf switched back to the common tongue.

"And you know what this Dwarf says to that? Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!" (I spit upon your grave!)

You rolled your eyes. Definitely a dramatic.

Aragorn roughly grabbed Gimli by the shoulder. "That was not so courteous."

Unperturbed by the outburst, Haldir glanced at Frodo. "You bring great evil with you. I'm afraid all of you can go no further."

He walked away. Sam and Pippin turned to look at Frodo, who looked slightly uncomfortable. Aragorn and Alena followed after the golden haired elf, arguing angrily.

"Boe ammen veriad lîn. Andelu i ven!" (We need your protection. The road is fell!)

"No."

""Merin le telim." (I wish we may come with you.)

Haldir turned away from the male ranger, who angrily stalked back to the rest of the Fellowship. Alena placed a gentle hand on the elf, and watched as he sighed.

"Meleth nin, estelio nin." She spoke, holding his hand in hers. (My love, trust me.)

"Im estel cin, meleth nin," Haldir softly returned. "Hollen i ven." (I trust you, my love, but the way is shut.)

"Andelu i ven." The she elf continued. ", aníron boe ammen i dulu lîn. Henio, Haldir." (The road is very dangerous. Understand that we need your support. Please, Haldir.)

As the elves continued speaking, you watched as members of the Fellowship glanced at the young hobbits, particularly Sam and Frodo. Both looked hurt, and downtrodden at the loss of Gandalf.

"Gandalf's death was not in vain, nor would he have you give up hope." Boromir spoke quietly, placing a comfortable hand on the hobbit's shoulder.

"You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Don't carry the weight of the dead," You added, piping up.

As Frodo pondered your words, Alena returned with a victorious smile, and Haldir right behind, looking less than happy.

"You will follow me," The golden haired elf turned away, leading the Fellowship now.

As a caravan of elves led the company along a ridge, and through the golden woods. You Boromir glanced at Frodo behind in concern once more. Soon, the group came to the edge of the high ridge and looked over at the scenery in front. A great glade of trees rose above them, filled with activity and welcoming sights.

"Caras Galadhon, the heart of Elvendom on earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light." The marchwarden announced.

You raised an eyebrow at the introduction. Wasn't this one of the last places on Middle Earth that the last of the elves stayed at? The names were familiar, too familiar.

Read Everything tags: @asraime @mournthewicked

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jinmukangwrites · 5 years

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Blade

Yes, I know it’s not a request, but the discord was talking about this and then I couldn’t get it out of my head!

Summary: Time’s sword is gone and Sky is hurt, unconscious. When cornered between a raging monster and the sword laying by Sky’s limp hand, Time is forced to make a choice.

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The monster raged, it's one eye darting rapidly as blood oozed along the cuts in the organs flesh. Time hadn't ever seen anything like the beast before him, but granted he had never seen most of the monsters rampaging through Wild's Hyrule. He didn't know the name of this one, only that it probably started with an H.

It was just him and Sky fighting the creature. The rest were at camp happily enjoying themselves. Time had volunteered to fetch water from a nearby river and Sky offered to come along. According to Wild, the area they were in would—at most—house low level Bokoblins, so he didn't argue to head along with them; just wished them luck as he began to chop up endura carrots.

Who knew the simple act of fetching water could go so wrong? Time and Sky were in the middle of refilling leather water pouches and gathering the precious liquid in a large bowl Legend somehow happened to have on him when suddenly there was a loud snap. The echo of the noise ricocheted across the land, scaring small critters from their homes and startling the two heroes from their chore. The next second found them watching, as if in slow motion, as a hunk of tree flew through the air at a deadly speed, just barely missing them.

The log fell into the water, bringing up a massive amount of splashing, soaking both Sky and Time to the bone, but like the seasoned warriors they were they both took out their weapons and turned just in time to see a giant cyclops quickly running towards them. It's moves were uncoordinated, like a toddler, and it's limbs and stomach had skin stretched to the limit with the fat surrounding its skeleton. It's single eye was glaring right at them.

Instantly, Time knew it's weakness would be the eye. He let Sky in of his theory and soon enough they were both jumping into battle, just the two of them with absolutely no backup.

The fighting went good for a little while. Sky, being the more nimble of the two, would wield his cursed sword and would climb up the monsters body, hashing at it's eyes until it roared and fell back, covering the organ with its oddly skinny hands. Time would then run up with his own weapon and slice across its fatty stomach and legs until it recovered and stood up again with black blood dripping from its socket like tears. A horrid frown pulling at its ugly face.

That was the pattern. Hit the eye and try to tear it apart while it was down. Yet, it seemed even Wild's creatures were mysteriously getting smarter. Stronger. Soon, both Sky and Time were covered in their own wounds.

The monster screeched when Sky once again stabbed at the thick tissue of its eye. It shook its head and brought its hands up, forcing Sky to retreat. Time lept forward and stabbed at the creatures legs and stomach, but it's reaction time was quicker this time around. He just barely managed to back off when the monster swung a heavy arm downwards, he felt the blow hit his sword and tear it out of his hands. His sword went flying out from his hands with a violent jolt. He gasped as the force of the blow traveled down to his very bones and quickly jumped backwards as the monster jumped to its feet and stomped hard onto the forest floor, shaking the ground.

Time didn't see where his sword went.

"Sky!" He called, backing up further as the monster swept it's hands around, knocking down trees. "Lost my sword!"

"Got this," Sky replied, adjusting the Master Sword in his hands with a look of pure determination.

Sky sprinted forward with his arm outstretched, ready to hit the creature once again, but the monster this time was ready. It grumbled loudly before it's hand wrapped around a nearby tree, and before Sky could do anything it swung at him with the tree like it was a bat, hitting him dead on.

"Sky!" Time screamed as Sky was violently thrown through the air. He heard a sickening thump as Sky hit another tree, dropping the Master Sword and slumping down to the ground, blood dripping from his head onto the white cloth around his shoulders.

The monster yelled again, it's eye bright with fury, and Time, for the first time in a long while, had no idea what to do. His sword was gone and Sky was probably seriously injured. The beast was going to kill them both, violently, and the others wouldn't even know until they looked for them, finding their corpses.

MASTER, a familiar voice yelled.

Time's whole world stopped. His ears rung and his breath caught in his throat as his eyes slid from the monster towards the sword lying on the ground next to Sky's limp hand. He knew that voice. He'd never forget it. Hylia, he wanted to. He vowed never to touch the sword again, keep it's cursed blade as far from him as possible. He moved on with his life, got married, and was almost able to go a day or two without the nightmares it had caused him. When he met the other heroes, one by one, he was incredibly relieved to hear that each of them put the sword away when they were done with it, that none of them had it with them. The turmoil that stirred in his gut when the last one showed up, covered in scars and looking like he had been camping in the woods for years, with that ever familiar sword strapped to his back was indescribable.

Why did he still have it?

He vowed to never touch it. Sky had offered each Link a chance to hold it again, but Time has refused. It was a curse, it was nothing that he wanted to ever associate himself with ever again.

Yet now, he knew what he had to do. His whole body wanted to rebel against it, to run away and hope he can find his own sword hidden in the undergrowth, but he knew that could get both Sky and himself killed. The monster was too strong to hope it would give him the chance to find his weapon. He had to take up the blade for the first time in decades, shattering that promise he made with himself.

The world sped up and he was running. The monster roared and swung the tree around again. Time ducked and rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding losing his head, and grabbed the hilt of the sword mid roll.

He stood up, the weapon held in front of him, glinting blue in the sunlight. Flashes of memories, bad ones, rolled through his brain the moment he touched the blade. His stomach rolled, tightening and twisting as his fingers struggled to hold still. He felt terrible, but the monster was stumbling towards him with a whole tree still in its grasp, leaves, branches, roots and all. Sky was unconscious behind him, continuing to bleed from a head wound, probably sporting multiple broken ribs. Time could not let himself fail just because of the sword, the damn sword he hadn't ever wanted to see again.

He yelled, lifting the Master Sword higher, and began to charge at the monster. He dodged as the monster swung the tree and continued sprinting. He was able to grab onto it's limb, and he immediately hefted himself up ran up the arm towards the monster's shoulder.

The creature gurgled angrily and with it's other hand it tried to squash him, but he was able to jump, grab onto it's head, and lift himself up so he was shakily balancing on top of it. It's eye spun wildly and it stumbled, trying to reach him with its short, fat arms. Time took a deep breath and grabbed the hilt of the master sword with both hands, holding it straight downwards, before he thrusted downwards with all of his strength.

The monster screamed as the blade pierced straight through its iris. It stumbled backwards and waved it's arms desperately, but Time didn't relent. Letting out a rage filled yell, he pressed downwards, arms shaking with effort to bury the sword deeper; for a moment the memory of him pushing the sword back onto its pedestal flashed through his mind. Black ooze squirted, landing on Times face as it's scream raised in pitch. A large thump shook the land as its legs gave out on it and its arms went limp. Blood seeped through its wounds and dripped lazily as it slumped forward, its agonized scream cut off. Soon, Time was falling to the ground as black smog flowed around him and evaporated into the air. Nothing was left of it.

Time's legs felt as strong as a blade of grass. His knees buckled and he fell to the forest floor, the sword still in his hands. He was breathing hard, harder than what he had in a long time, and his whole body was shaking like it was a leaf in the wind.

He blinked, and he was seven years old. So naive. The grand walls of the Temple of Time surrounded him as he placed three beautiful stones in their place. The ground rumbled as the wall began to move. It was dark in the secret room, but when he stepped inside his breath was taken away at the sight of the sword, slumbering in the stone for who knew how long. Navi edged him on, and soon enough his tiny hands were wrapping around the hilt as his legs dug into the ground, using every last bit of strength to lift the sword. Everything went black.

Time shook his head. "No," he rasped. His head bent down and his eyes stared at the blade in his hands, his chest heaved. "Enough, it's over."

The world blurred and he was still a young boy, but in the body of a teen. He was standing in the midst of Castle town, ReDead everywhere. Not a single living soul to be seen. He was fighting a dragon, swimming through icy water, fighting illusions and creatures that still continued to haunt him.

"Enough!" He yelled. He squeezed his eyes shut but the flashes, the memories continued. Wet traveled down his cheeks and his fingers clawed at the blade's handle. "Enough, already..."

He bent lower on to the ground and touched his forehead to the ground. Hadn't the sword taken enough from him? Yet, here it was again, forcing him to wield it another time, bringing back his most painful memories. His mistakes. His fears. His demons. All he wanted was to make a life for himself. All he wanted was to marry the love of his life and start a family, live normally.

All he had wanted was a fairy.

His chest shuttered and he desperately tried to regain his breath. He couldn't panic. He wouldn't allow it. He opened his eyes, blinking through the tears and turned to see Sky, still laying there, incredibly still. What was he doing? He was better than this. He shook his head, forcing it clear, and shakily pushed himself to his feet. The Master Sword was heavy in his grip but he pretended it wasn't there. Sky was hurt, incredibly so, and he could not waste his time feeling sorry for himself. He took a step forward and swore when his legs gave out on him. He was shaking like a newborn horse.

He yelled in frustration and tried again to walk, and this time he managed to get to Sky before he fell a second time. He let the sword drop to the ground as he lifted his hands to check the wounds covering Sky's body. He was just inspecting the head wound when he heard running footsteps charging from the woods behind him.

Terror overtook him at the thought of having to get up again, take upon himself the Master Sword once again to fight, but panicked voices called through the trees. Familiar voices.

"TIME?! SKY?!" Called Twilight.

"Over here!" Time yelled out. He wiped his eyes against his shoulders and looked back towards Sky, thanking his lucky stars that his friends had thought to look for them. They probably heard the monsters last dying screech. Wild would have recognized it. Warned them.

A couple seconds passed and soon seven heroes were bursting into the battle ground, staring wide eyed at the wreckage of toppled trees and unearthed undergrowth.

Twilight swore when he saw Time and Sky.

Hyrule pushed past and ran over to them, already digging through his travel bag and pulling out health positions.

Time sighed and sat back with his knees folded under him. Twilight was ran over and was helping Hyrule with Sky while Four took it upon themself to check Time.

"You fought a Hinox," Wild said with his eyes wide, pulling at his scars. He stepped further into the wreckage of the forest but was stopped when Legend grabbed his arm, looking furious.

"I thought you said there were only low level monster here," he said. Time winced, both from Four poking at a cut above his eye and from how Wild's mouth opened in a horrified Oh.

"I'm-" Wild's voice gave out and he jolted his arm out from Legend's grasp so he could raise his Hood above his head.

"It's not Wild's fault," Time said before anyone else could do anything. "Something is happening with the monsters of each of our Hyrule's, this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Sky and I should have taken more weapons and should have been more prepared."

Legend thankfully looked apologetic before he looked down to the ground. Wild gave him a gratefully yet still sorry glance from beneath his hood.

Time sighed and tried his best to relax himself against Four's gentle hands. He glanced down towards the forest floor and saw the Master Sword laying on the ground. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"You okay?" Twilight suddenly asked. Time opened his eyes and gave the pup a half smile.

"It was a difficult battle," he replied, "that's all."

Twilight didn't look convinced but his attention was quickly diverted when Sky groaned, the health potions taking effect. Time let out a breath of relief and smiled when the Four turned away from him to also check on Sky. Warrior walked up and gently lifted the Master Sword, cleaning the black blood that stained it's blade as everyone else took steps forward, all smiling in soft relief.

Wind came stumbling forward with a sword practically twice as tall as him in his arms.

"Found your sword," Wind said with strangled gasp and Time chuckled, forcing himself to his feet and taking the sword, returning it to its place behind his back, and turning back to check on Sky who was looking confused.

They were all fine. He was okay. Sure, the whole universe was falling apart, making it possible for each incarnation of courage to meet, but right now they were all alive and only slightly ruffled.

Later that night, they all sat around the fire, eating Wild's cooked beef stew. Sky was sitting across the fire, polishing the Master Sword, laughing with Four.

Time sighed, watching the blade glint in the star light and returned to his meal, pretending everything was truly okay.

#linked universe #hero of time #hero of the sky #hero of the wild #hero of the four sword #hero of the wind #hero of legend #hero of warriors #hero of twilight #master sword #fan fic #hero of hyrule

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New WIP

Please note that this is a bit darker than what I normally write. There is Implied/referenced rape, non-con and underage in this one. Please be aware!

I’ll be updating this one soon but might not post it here (Tumblrs being a bitch) so check it out on Ao3!

The room is quiet, save for the laboured breathing in the middle of the room. Her breaths come in gasps, trying to get as much air as possible for the energy she was using. To the side, a man held a small boy smiling down at the child. There was hope that the other one would be born male as well. Two for the price of one was always a good deal after all.

It had been slightly concerning earlier when the priests had claimed that the day would be one of darkness, when the moon covered the sun. Girls born this day would have more magic as the devil would have more power then. But the man was holding a son and the other child would be a boy. All the signs had been there.

But hope was not to last, as the second child gave out a cry. Another man who had been standing waiting to collect the child frowned at the sight. A girl. An abomination. He looked up to his partner and frowned, shaking his head ever so slightly. Without a second thought the two men left the room without a backwards glance. The woman, now relaxing after such a stressful birth, picked up the child they had almost dropped by her feet. Her daughter, born on a day where magic was proven to be stronger.

“Be wise my daughter. Be kind and gentle. But when the world fights back against you, be strong like stone and give to quarter,” Her voice was soft as she hugged the girl close to her. She would only have a minute to hold her, and this would likely be the last time someone did. “For you are my daughter, and when you are older you will know what that means.” As she finished the door slammed open and a man in black walked it taking the newborn child from her mother's arms without a second thought and left. Leaving the sounds of a crying woman behind him.

If it had been any other woman who the girl belonged to, the child would have been killed. But as it was, she was important and the girl looked as if she would be pretty when she was older. So instead of a swift twist of the neck the girl was transported to a different den.

No one spoke to her, not nicely at least. She was yelled at through the bars of her door to do things no child should ever be forced to do. She had no name as ‘abominations’ weren’t given names. Her room number was what she was referred to as. Number 14. She was beaten if she cried, and beaten if she didn’t. Beaten when she flinched, and whipped when she stood firm. Seven winters and seven springs came and went with the girl being held in that one room. Screams and cries could be heard every day, newborn babies being taken from mothers. Mothers screaming as children were stripped from them. Girls crying as they were forced upon by men nearly three times their age. If any place was hell, this was most like it.

But the girl never spoke, never said a word. Never screamed. Never cried, some of the men in the den called her ‘well trained’ for it. Had she known anything different in this life, perhaps she would have hated the degrading feeling that those comments made her feel. But as it was she had been raised knowing only those comments, knowing only that room. What is there to hope for when you don’t know what hope itself is?

When she was seven years old, the sound of cries and screams came to a halt. You could almost hear a pin-drop. Then the sound of crumbling stone echoed through the hallway. The small girl hid in the far corner, trying to make herself invisible and unknown to her it worked. She had turned the colour of stone. Anyone who took a closer look into her room would have noticed the slight difference between stone, but those who had invaded the den merely glanced inside before running farther in.

Night came slowly and the den was in ruins. The people who had run through were long gone. The fearful part of her brain yelled at her to stay put. If she left they’d kill her. But the rational part of her mind came back with an argument that the girl truly couldn’t ignore. If she didn’t leave she’d be whipped and killed and likely forced upon if guards came to see. So she took a small step out of her corner, and then another and another and soon she found herself at the door to her small room.

Her hands were shaking when she tried the handle, and when she expected it to be locked it did the exact opposite. It clicked open. Bare as the day she was born she stepped from the room covering herself with her arms as she walked out into the ruined den. No one was there as she softly headed for where the explosion had taken place, figuring correctly that that would lead out.

As she got closer and closer to the exit she saw more and more dead bodies strewn about. Most were men, who had likely been with other women. Some however were girls and women. Killed in the heat of battle, not by the invaders but the men themselves. It was terrifying for the girl to walk over the bodies of others who had lived there. How many had been killed before the attack had started? She found as she stared at the pale face of a girl obviously pregnant that she really didn’t want to know the answer.

The hole in the wall was smaller than she thought. Big enough for a few people at a time but not as big as the door beside it.

“HEY!” The shout came from behind her, and her heart started pounding wildly. No they couldn’t have already been there, she couldn’t be taken back to that room. No. No, she wouldn’t let them. With that she took off. Not even caring about where she put her feet, she just needed to get away. Her hair flew behind her and she found herself dropping her arms to pump beside her, sprinting down the hill into the dark of the forest.

Her pursuers didn’t stop, following her deep into the forest. She didn’t know who they were but she had to get away. That was the only thought as she nimbly lept into a tree cutting her hands on the harsh bark. She found herself not caring about her wounds as she cried into her arm, watching the men run beneath the tree. They had been some of the ones who worked at the den.

It got cold fast and she found herself being pulled, no dragged into the realm of sleep. No one found her while she slept, her magic protecting her from everything. Even those who might have wished to help.

The chirp of the birds woke the small girl from her sleep, perching in her hair. Quietly she stared at the black bird with curious eyes. Was this what she had been stripped of? The world? Sounds from all over made her glance around, they were so different from the cries and screams she had grown used to hearing. Was this what she should have been hearing? It sounded like life itself had come to greet her as the wind blew through her hair.

For the first time in forever for the child she giggled watching as leaves blew with the wind. This truly was what she had been missing. Carefully she climbed down from the tree, noticing the sharp pain in her hands and feet from where she had cut them. Blood dripped from the cuts on her hands when she poked at her wounds. The caw of the bird made her look up, the bird had moved! But how? She hadn’t seen it climb down. The black bird lifted its wings then and flapped a few times flying down to her and then out into the forest, which was far brighter in daylight then in the dark of night.

The bird flew back and hit her head softly with its wing, calling for her to follow. With careful feet - as they had cuts and scrapes as well - she followed the bird. Through the forest, over roots that she almost had to jump over. It felt like hours to the small girl, now that the adrenaline was out of her system. Where in reality it was only a few minutes.

What the small girl was unaware of was that the black bird was leading her to a small camp. A coven had made camp nearby, and the black bird belonged to one of the witches inside.

When she first caught sight of the fire, her heart stopped. For surely that was a group of hunters who had been hired to find and kill her! She took a step back, forgetting to breath for a few seconds as she panicked. This would be her end, she was sure of it.

The black bird flew down in front of her, landing on a branch to the left of the girl. Women in the camp rushed over, having heard the call of the bird. A woman with grey hair stopped in front of the girl and knelt down to look her in the eyes.

“You are safe now. You are safe here. They will never touch you again. May I look over your wounds child?” Her eyes sparked kindness, and there was no movement to touch the girl before she let out a small nod, remembering to breath as her mind noted that there were no men among the group. Which meant that these women could not in any way possible be hunters. “Thank you child.” The older woman softly picked up one of her hands and cleaned out the wounds on her hands. Glancing at her in concern when the girl didn’t even flinch at what was surely quite painful.

“Come, you are welcome in the camp. Some warm food I think will do you good, and we can look over your feet. You must be in so much pain.” Another woman stepped forward, holding out a small piece of cloth, not moving to put it on her, just holding it out. The girls small hands grabbed at the cloth pulling it over her shoulders, like a cape. She followed the women into the camp slowly, relaxing her shoulders ever so slightly as they led her to a small stump that she could sit on while they looked over her feet.

There were two other women in the camp, one tending to other children and the other preparing food over the small fire. Three men stood around, though none of them dared to come a step closer to her. One pair of eyes met hers, and the owner - a large man with red hair that came from his face - swore and turned around leaving the camp angrily. She turned to the women, and found the old woman who had tended to her hands shaking her head.

“Do not worry child, they will not hurt you. Should you wish it they will not even come close to you. The man who left, has no anger to you child. He is angry at those who did this to you.” Her feet were cleaned in a matter of seconds, and slowly introductions were done.

The older woman - named Estelle - was the leader of the coven. The one who had handed her the cloth was Zstar, her husband was the one who had stormed away. His name was Mirk. Red hair tied in a bun, she was Tanya. Dark skin, like night reflected back, her name was Sinila. Dest was one of the men, the older one with greying hair. And the man, who really wasn’t quite a man was Conius. And then came the question that the girl had no answer for. Who was she?

She pointed to herself in clarification. And frowned when they nodded slightly. “Do you have a name child?” Terra, with white blonde hair asked, turning from the pot on the fire. Well of course she had a name, but she couldn’t exactly tell them her name was 14. The girl frowned in consideration, staring at the black bird that she had followed there. The wind rustled leaves past her hair and it whispered to her something that made her heart soar.

Voice unused for so long it took her a second to form her lips into a shape to say that which she heard. “Ami- Amil- Amili.” She tasted it on her lips, the sweetness of her own name. “Amilia.” Estelle smiled at her, beaming at the newest addition to their small coven.

“Welcome, Amilia to the Coven of Light. Why don’t we get you some clothes?” Smiling back at the older woman she accepted the hand that had been held out to her and pulled herself to her feet nodding quickly.

This had been what she was missing. Hope and a family.

#writing #new wip #dark #at least for me

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Flightless Birds - Chapter Four

Summary: There was a man in the Trench today. His presence has stirred up confusion in the whole camp, including inside Clancy and his partner, Porter. Will they be able to discover the true nature behind the purpose of Dema and the Trench? Do they want to? East is up.

Warnings: This story will contain content of a serious nature. Including the following: deep personal fears, torture, and heavy emotions.

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Read previous parts: Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Author’s Note: I had begun conceptualizing and writing this story before the most recent Clancy letter surfaced on dmaorg.info on 7/18, so it does alter a bit from the reality of the world Tyler has created for us. I do hope you will enjoy it anyway!

Word Count: 1606

Enjoy!

Chapter Four - No Hope, No Fear

“No,” Clancy breathed, his eyes wide, “not again.”

Porter looked at her partner’s face and then back to the pair in Trench. Her attention was called, ultimately, to his hand wrapped around hers.

“Clancy,” she took a step towards him but his eyes were still glued to Trench. “That man is important, isn’t he?”

Tears formed in his eyes as his response.

She leaned in quickly and pressed her lips to his cheek, startling him.

“Stay safe,” she grinned at him, “promise me you’ll stay alive.”

Clancy began to shake, confusion sweeping over him.

She released his hand and pulled her hood up over her head before quickly turning away and beginning to descend into Trench.

“Porter,” Clancy began to go after her but was stopped by Sheridan’s hand on his shoulder.

“Wait,” the man’s voice was breathless, his lungs heaving from exhaustion.

Clancy could feel anger rise again in his chest but when he turned to confront their leader he saw no malice in his eyes - only fear. Deep, unadulterated, fear.

He turned back around to watch as Porter made her way to the bottom and broke into a sprint towards the struggling pair.

Her boots slipped the last five feet down the steep terrain, landing her on the rocky bottom of Trench. As soon as she was steady she pushed herself to run, to get to them as fast as she could. If she was going to be brave, she had a very small window to do so and she didn’t want to give herself the chance to change her mind.

They were too focused on getting away from the oncoming bishop to notice her until she was practically on top of them. They stopped when she reached them.

“Run,” she told them as she stood between them and the rider.

They stood and stared at her.

“Run!!!” she screamed at them, jarring them from their shocked state.

The woman grabbed the man’s arm and pulled on him and they started moving again.

Turning her attention to the rising sound of hoof falls, Porter turned to face her fate and lowered her hood.

“What is she doing?” Clancy again tried to move towards the edge of the cliff, but again was stopped by Sheridan’s hand on his shoulder.

“She’s sacrificing herself,” Sheridan’s voice was faint.

Porter waited for the Bishop to stop, about twenty feet from where she stood, to address him.

“My name is Marie,” her voice was wavering, “I’m from Keon’s district. Please, take me in their place.”

The man on the horse hesitated as if considering her offer before dismounting.

Marie began to tremble. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t watch as those dark fingers make their way towards her. She turned to look at Clancy standing on the edge and reached out towards him.

“Don’t let me be gone…” she whispered.

She was so small, her arm stretched out towards him from the bottom of Trench.

He held out his hand in her direction and felt that if he could just reach far enough if he could lean enough over the edge, he could touch her. Just like his fingers caught hers in the dark of night. He would be there. He couldn't leave her alone. But his feet wouldn't move.

She could hear the Bishop’s breath as he stopped in front of her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt the cold, hard fingers run over her neck.

“No,” Clancy breathed as the Bishop’s fingertips wrapped around her throat and pulled away, leaving the black smeared across her skin.

Her shoulders seemed to relax as she lowered her hand. The light in her eyes clouded over as she slowly turned to follow the Bishop back to his horse.

“No, no, no…” he fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. “What have I done?”

“Sheridan,” a voice from further down the cliff called, “we have them.”

“Bring them to the camp,” Sheridan’s eyes didn’t leave Clancy, “we need to return to the safety of the forest.”

Clancy sat and watched the girl follow the bishop out of Trench. He stared, his eyes unblinking until they were so small you could hardly see them against the harsh backdrop of the emptiness between Trench and Dema.

“Clancy,” a voice called to him softly, “Clancy, we need to go.”

He was drifting as if in a dream as he stood and followed the hooded figure back towards the woods.

It was fine.

Everything was fine.

Was that Porter in front of him?

No. The markings were wrong.

The light of the day seemed dim and the sounds around him were muted.

Everything was fine.

He would return to camp and she would be there. She was always there.

His feet seemed to drag across the ground and the world felt like it was shrinking.

Everything was fine.

The edge of the camp came into view. The familiar outlines of tents and the smell of the ever burning frame reached into his tunnel vision, pulling his conscious mind back to reality. There was a spark in his chest. A hot anger that quickly lept into consuming flames. It broke through the numbness.

“You!” he growled as he pushed Sheridan from behind. “Why did you stop me?”

“She wouldn’t have wanted you to follow,” Sheridan’s face was hard, but his eyes were filled with sadness. “Porter wouldn’t have…”

“Marie!” Clancy yelled, his hands were fists at his sides. “Her name was Marie.”

“We don’t use our names here,” Sheridan’s voice was soft.

“It’s bullshit!” Clancy yelled again, “we pretend to be free! We pretend that they don’t still hold his firmly in their grasp, but they do! We are afraid! We live our lives out here filled with just as much fear as we did in there! We are afraid of our own names!”

“Clancy, please,” Sheridan reached for him, nervously glancing around the camp.

“My name is Josh!” he closed his eyes to fight back the tears, “and her’s was Marie! I lived with her for a year and I didn’t even know that!” He bit his bottom lip, his rage turning inward.

“I didn’t even know that…” his voice was quiet as he shoved past Sheridan.

He fought back the tears as best as he could, but once inside the tent, they fell freely. He sat on the edge of his bunk, pulling out his journal.

I’m a goner, somebody catch my breath.

He hastily scribbled on the first blank page he opened to.

I wanna be known, by you.

He paused and looked up at the bunk across from him. Her blanket was still neatly folded where she had left it that morning. Everything was exactly as it always was, despite the fact that his world was falling apart.

Though I’m weak, and beaten down, I’ll slip away into this sound. The ghost of you, is close to me. I’m inside out, you’re underneath.

The man and woman arrived at the edge of camp with the few that had stayed behind to help them find their way. He looked around, his eyes searching for something.

“I’m sorry about that,” Sheridan shook his head, “it’s been a rough few days.”

“It’s no problem,” the woman held out her hand, “my name’s Ruthie and this,” she jerked her head towards the man who was still scanning the camp, “is Tyler.”

“Oh, we don’t, um…” Sheridan glanced at Josh’s tent, “we typically use code names.”

“Do you know a girl named Yvie?” Tyler interrupted.

“Like I said we don’t use names, so unless you see her here,” Sheridan waved an arm, “I have no idea.”

Tyler’s face fell, a darkness seeping into his eyes.

“I’ve got two faces,” he muttered to himself, “Blurry’s the one I’m not.” He covered one half of his face with his right hand, “I need your help to take him out.”

Tyler slowly let his hand slide down his face and fall to his side. “Though I’m weak, and beaten down,” tears were running down his cheeks, “I’ll slip away, into this sound.”

He fell to his knees, eyes still searching the camp, “the ghost of you, is close to me. I’m inside out, you’re underneath.”

He gasped, his face contorting in pain. “Don’t let me gone,” he breathed as he buried his face in his hands, doubled over in agony.

Don’t let me be gone.

Josh finished the poem. The words were scrawled across the page as if written by a madman. Again, he looked at the collection Marie had left on her shelves. All of the rage he had felt earlier peaked in his chest and he dropped his pen and notebook to the floor.

“Don’t let me be!” he screamed as he grabbed the edge of her bunk and turned it over.

“Don’t let me be!” Tyler yelled at the sky, tears streaming down his face and neck.

“I’m a goner!” Josh threw her shelf across the tent so it landed on top of his bunk. “Somebody catch my breath!”

“I’m a goner!” Tyler wailed, his eyes again scanning the camp for something unknown to those around him. “Somebody catch my breath!”

“I wanna be known,” Josh fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face and his hands pulling at his hair, “by you!”

“I wanna be known, by-” Tyler’s eyes grew wide as they fell on Gordon who had just returned to camp with Lincoln, “you…”

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Alex Danvers x Wolf Shifter!Reader - Part 3 - A New Moon

Requested by No One - I just wanted to write a mini-series...

Warning - None

Series -

1 - A Full Moon

2 - A Blood Moon

4 - A Pink Moon

Remember you can send in requests!

It’s been months since you’ve disappeared from National City. The city itself has forgotten the large wolf that attacked them, merely brushing it off when another alien attacked the following week. Alex however...Alex was distraught. She would move on auto-pilot, going about her day like a robot. Get up, have breakfast, get changed, go to work, capture an alien, go home, eat dinner, sleep, wake up, repeat. She had lived like this since you had gone.

It was about half a year since you had left National City. Alex was still on auto-pilot. One day at the D.E.O, Alex was sorting out her medicine cabinet when an alarm sounded throughout the compound. Alex ran to the main room where Winn pulled up a map of a small remote town on the outskirts of National City.

“What's up?” Kara asked as she flew into the D.E.O, landing next to Alex.

“We’ve intercepted a call from Cadmus to a small Alien terrorist group to attack this remote town on the outskirts of National City.” Winn announced. “Kill all who oppose them, leave no survivors, regular bad guy stuff.”

“We’ll figure out a plan before contacting the population.” J’onn said, “We’ll evacuate them before engaging the targets. Supergirl, Alex, we leave in ten.” Alex nodded and sorted herself out. When the three were ready, Kara hoisted her sister in her arms and flew to the remote town. J’onn landed next to her, his green appearance turning back into that of Hank Henshaw. Kara set her sister down gently as a couple exited from the house closest to them. “Are you the Mayor of this town?”

“Leader, in a way, but yes.” The male responded.

“What are you doing here?” The woman interrupted.

“We’ve intercepted a call that says that you’ll be attacked.” J’onn explained. “We need to evacuate the town.”

“We will do nothing of the sort!”

“Please.” Kara begged, “We don't want your town to perish.”

“We can handle ourselves.” The male responded calmly. “We’ve fought many battles.”

“The call was from Cadmus.” Alex revealed. The couple glanced at each other before looking back at the red-head.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” J’onn said. The male nodded,

“I will rally my people, we protect our town with our lives.” Soon, the couple had all of the people gathered in the town square. “What do you need us to do?”

“Create a perimeter around the town, Supergirl and I will join the battle once you engage them.” The town nodded collectively. The older members of the townsfolk gathered the young and took them to the Community Hall in the centre of the town. The others created a barrier around the town, everyone staring at the horizon, waiting. Supergirl and J’onn were hovering above the town and keeping an eye out for the invaders. Alex stood among the townspeople, her laser gun at the ready. Not long after the perimeter had been set, the sound of cars drew close. The townspeople tensed, ready to attack.

The cars stopped and the Alien’s piled out. They looked vaguely human but the only difference was that they had was that they had small horns jutting from the tops of their heads. They Aliens lifted their weapons and started to fire. That set off the bomb. Supergirl and J’onn landed in the midst of the Aliens and started to attack. The smart ones ran towards the town.

The townspeople were about to charge when more cars appeared, more Aliens spilled from the cars and ran at the townspeople. “Now!” The leader called. The whole town then charged, clothes ripping as they turned into large wolves. Alex looked on, stunned. These people were just like you. These people were your people. Alex shook herself out of her daze and started to help the townspeople, shooting the enemy with deadly accuracy.

You had wandered for months around the country, resting in Motel’s when need be and living off junk food. You had decided to return home, wanting to see your family again. You walked through the forest around your house, on two legs. You didn't know what was going on until the sound of bullets and howls reached your ears. Your eyes widened as you broke into a sprint. You ran as fast as you could, your heart racing.

You ran into the town, the sounds of fighting louder than ever. You spotted Supergirl and J’onn fighting the enemy Aliens. Your (E/C) eyes scanned the fight to see your people fighting as well. Your eyes found Alex fighting as well and your heart skipped a beat. You watched as Alex shot Aliens left and right. She didn't however, notice the Alien sneaking up behind her.

“Alex!” You shouted, darting towards her. Alex turned and spotted you, her eyes widening and a smile gracing her face. You changed as you ran, your clothes ripping as you grew in size. You felt at peace sometimes in your wolf form, but not today. Today your (H/C) fur like armour as you ran into battle. You lept over Alex and pinned the opposing Alien to the floor, a paw on his chest to stop him from moving. You snarled as you inched closer to the Alien.

“(Y/N).” Your mother’s voice sounded in your head, “Don't kill him.”

“I don't listen to you.” You growled back, your teeth dangerously close to the alien’s face. “I’m not a pup anymore.”

“(Y/N).” Alex whispered as you felt her hand run through your fur. “The fight’s over, you can let him go.” You snarled at the alien one last time before slowly retreating. Supergirl was already there with cuffs. You took a step back and watched as the whole town celebrated, joyful cheers in the form of yapping could be heard echoing in the forest. You sat on your hind legs next to Alex like an obedient dog would do. Alex kept her hand in your fur as you watched the celebration. Suddenly, your father stepped up and howled at the sky, the rest of the town following suit. You rolled your eyes before howling yourself.

Your mother approached you, her head held high. She expected you to lay down like you used to but you straightened, tilting your head up as well. Your mother snorted under her breath before turning and walking back to your house. You got up and followed her, turning back to your human self as you entered the garage. You rushed up to your room, which had not changed since you had last came here.

You searched through your draws to find something to wear. Luckily you haven't grown since you left so all your clothes still fit. You quickly put on some underwear before pulling on a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt. You ran your fingers through your (H/L), (H/C) hair and started to walk downstairs. When you passed the kitchen, you saw both your mother and father sitting at the table. Your mother had the kettle on and was preparing tea.

“(Y/N).” You father said, stopping you in your tracks. You slowly turned to him, “Why did you come back?”

“Well excuse me for feeling homesick.” You hissed before leaving, purposely slamming the door behind you. You walked through the town, barefoot until you found Alex. She was talking to Kara about something and they seemed to be arguing. Kara then saw you and pulled Alex behind her as you approached.

“Don’t you go near her.” Kara said,

“I don’t want to fight you, Kara.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair again. “I just want to talk to Alex.”

“After you hurt her?”

“Kara.” Alex interrupted, “Let me talk to her.”

“What?” Kara turned back to her sister. Alex gave Kara a look that made the Kryptonian groan in frustration. “Just yell if she tries anything.” Kara gave you one last glare before leaving. You watched her go for a second before turning back to Alex. You felt a sharp pain on your cheek and your head whipped to the side. You slowly turned back to Alex, your hand rubbing where she had slapped you.

“I guess I deserve that.” You sighed.

“Why did you leave?” Alex asked.

“Straight to the point, as always.”

“Answer me.”

“I hurt you, Alex, I never wanted to do that, never in my life. I-I’m disappointed in myself, I should have known I didn’t go out far enough. I killed innocent people, Alex, you don’t know how that feels. It tore me apart to stay away from you, and it’ll hurt even more when I go again.”

“You’re leaving again?” Alex interrupted,

“I don’t deserve you Alex. Your the best agent the D.E.O has ever produced while I can’t even control myself for one measly night. Every Blood Moon we lose about twenty lives who try and challenge the leader for control of our people. If I lose control again who knows what might happen.” You took a deep breath, “I can’t lose you.” You whispered, looking down at your feet.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Alex insisted, her shoes coming into your line of sight. She tilted your head up so your eyes met. “So you better not leave either.”

“But-” Alex cut you off by pressing her lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed back. When she pulled back, you opened your eyes and rested your forehead on hers. “I won't go anywhere.” Alex opened her eyes and stared into yours.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You pulled Alex into a hug, her head resting on your shoulder like it had all those months ago. Alex wrapped her arms around your waist.

“I missed you.” Alex whispered.

“I missed you to.” You whispered back, “And I’ll never leave you again.”

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[Valentine's Meihem] You're My Flame

Gift for @reaper-botherer

I could not ask for a more perfect recipient, and I tried very hard to write something delightful for you. It really helped that you had great suggestions for what you wanted - I went with the one about Mei and Jamie cooking, and put my own spin on it. I hope you have a wonderful day!

Summary: Mei attempts to surprise Jamie with a meal while they are out on a mission - but when Mei hurts herself and Jamie steps in to help out, they end up surprising each other.

About 5000 words; only fic warning is one really terrible pun early on.

Incredibly, impossibly, dangerously outdated appliances. Mei didn’t know that until too late.

The pan finally finished tumbling on the floor, and clattered to a stop against a cabinet. The half-cooked beef roast sat on its side on the linoleum floor. Some of the juice slowly pooled around it. Mei, who had sunk to her knees on the floor, could only regard it sadly as she cradled her right hand to her chest.

The door from the den slammed open, opposite from where she sat in the small kitchen. Jamison lept out from the dark, wearing only his pajama pants, and his hair somehow even more disheveled after sleeping, all of it smashed towards the right.

“Heard screamin’!” He waved around a bronze lamp in one hand, and looked around the room wildly. “Who is it? Lemme at ‘em!”

“Nobody’s here.” She sniffled, and dabbed her eyes with her sleeve. “I just hurt myself.”

“Hurt?” He set the lamp on the counter behind him and took a knee beside her. “How? Where?”

Mei bit on her lip, trying to keep down more crying. She drew her hand from her chest and splayed it open - most of her hand was bright red, except for her palm and fingers. The skin cracked a blistering white.

His face also blanched, once he got a good look at her injury. Jamie’s hands twitched in midair, like he wanted to do something but had no idea what. “Uh…I see…we gotta take care of that…”

“I know. Snowball?” Her little robot woke himself up out of his charging dock, set in the corner. It hovered over, looked at her hand and beeped in sympathy. Then, Snowball blew layers of frost over her palm and fingers, until her whole right hand was covered in a translucent glove of ice. Within a few moments, her hand numbed, and she didn’t feel anything at all, not pain or anything else. It’d heal better like this, but it also left her hand basically useless. Snowball chirped, spinning around her hand to celebrate a job well done, then drifted back to his charging station to get some more energy for tomorrow.

She sighed, and realized that Jamie still was beside her, his hands wringing anxiously. She wiped the last of her tears from her cheeks with her uninjured hand, and tried to crack a small smile for him.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m okay. Besides being clumsy, and an idiot.” She pulled her knees up against her chest and sighed again, this time towards the roast on the floor. “The stoves I am used to cook only the food, not the pan too. I did not realize this old thing was so different. So I started cooking, and wanted to see how it was doing, and grabbed the pan, and…”

“Was nice and hot, seems like.”

“Yes.” Unsaid, she wondered if he thought she was a moron. Even though she didn’t register the pain anymore, Mei’s nerves still rattled, and she struggled to fully regain her composure.

Jamie, still crouched beside her, poked at the oozing beef chuck with a metal finger. “Didn’t even know we had food like this around.”

Of course he didn’t know. After they returned from scouting the nearby forest, he took his usual afternoon nap, and Mei seized her chance to be alone. She raced to the closest little grocer she could find, and bought the roast as well as some other fresh food, since Reinhardt’s cabin seemed to have none. The rice was already done, and rested in the cooker. She had garnishes for the meat, and some greens in the fridge. It was all supposed to be a surprise. He was supposed to wake up to the smell of a wonderful dinner, not to her childish screaming.

Mei pressed her forehead to her knees. “I’m sorry. I was really hoping for a special meal.”

Jamie tilted his head at her. “Why you apologizin’ to me about that?” But she couldn’t respond to him, and just hugged her knees closer to herself.

She heard him stand up, pace around the kitchen a bit. He tossed the pan into the metal sink, then paced a bit around her, then the roast.

“Ughn! You’re acting like you ruined the thing.” Jamie lifted the roast, which was about the size of a small bag of rice, and threw it onto the counter. By the time Mei lifted her face from her knees, he had found an automatic carving knife, and sliced off the long, flat part of the roast that had touched the floor. “That good?”

“I…I guess.” If it were only her own night she ruined, Mei would’ve dumped the roast in the trash and ordered some pizza instead. Now, with Jamie around, she had to be more careful about food waste - even if the meat was lab-grown, she knew it was more than he ever even seen growing up. He looked over the oven now, opening the door and looking inside, closed the door, and considered the control panel carefully.

“Bleh.” He threw the knobs of the oven all to OFF. “Forget it. If you couldn’t make it go, I don’t stand a chance.”

“I was able to make it work, I just-

He wasn’t listening. He just continued to think out loud, tapping his lip and pacing around the kitchen. “How about a blowtorch? Or a small flamethrower? Or…oh!”

She dropped her knees to her side, and twisted around to watch him. “What is it?”

He threw the side door open, looked out, and apparently saw something among the snow and forest that made his grin fire up to 100%. “Ah, there’s one!”

“Jamie?” But he was gone, through the door and out into the late afternoon chill. She sighed deeply, and considered her frozen hand while she waited for him to come back in.

Had he gone to grab something from the truck? But the minutes drew out and he hadn’t returned. Mei had just managed to pull herself up from the floor when she heard a great electric roar, and the scream of metal.

“Jamie?!”

She ran outside in time to see two halves of an old steel beer barrel fall apart into a top and a bottom half, and Jamie laughing among the shower of sparks that sprayed across the snow. Still without his shirt, or sock or shoe for that matter, he pumped the whirring wireless buzzsaw over his head triumphantly, like a prize.

A fainting spell passed over Mei, swaying her on her feet. She braced herself in the doorframe, and after a moment, made herself call, “What are you doing?”

“You’ll love it!” he yelled back, not answering her question at all. He turned off the saw and ran it back to the shed, and returned with a hammer. He ignored the top half of the beer barrel, but the lower half he pinned to the ground with his peg leg, then cracked the hammer against the walls of the barrel, widening it. He ended up with something almost bowl-shaped, with the rounded flat bottom of the barrel still intact. It looked about the size of an open umbrella when he was done with it.

He kicked the snow off of some logs, and Mei didn’t realize until now that those logs were arranged in a circle around a slightly depressed pit. Jamie lifted the half-barrel over his head, showing it off to her apparently, and then set it over the center of the little fire area.

“A grate! Get me a grate!”

“I’m getting you a coat first.”

He sprinted back into the kitchen, zooming right past Mei. He opened the oven door, and wrestled out one of the wire racks. Mei managed to throw a jacket over Jamie’s shoulders as he ran back out the door - one of Reinhardt’s jackets, in dark brown suede - which draped off of his thin frame like a cloak. He wouldn’t wait long enough for his shoe and sock, so she tossed them out the door after him.

“Slow down! Jamie, what has gotten into you?”

He cackled brightly. “We’re gonna make fire, woman!” Jamie pointed to Mei as she watched him from the side door. “Grab me the meat and a beer!”

“Get it yourself, you Neanderthal.”

“Oh! Funny you mention that…” His eyes positively glowed and his grin spanned his face. “I think you’ll find out that I’m more of a… barbe-que-barian!”

Mei threw up her hands and shut the door on him. His ringing laughter followed her around the kitchen.

She hadn’t considered a meal outside, not in this winter, but since he seemed committed to it, she now wondered what they would need. She filled a tray with things: the rice she made, salt and spices and sauce she bought at market, four bowls, utensils, gloves, napkins. A teapot filled with water, tea and some mugs. After she had gathered the things, she drew on her own coat and boots, and went outside again.

He had dragged a flat crate close to the pit, apparently as a prep table. She set the tea, rice, and all the utensils on it, then on her second trip, she brought the beef chuck on a cutting board, and the knife next to it.

Mei looked into the barbecue pit and winced. It seemed that while she was in the kitchen, he had dumped a pile of scrap and debris into the bottom of the half-barrel, apparently not checking to see if it was all burnable first. So she pulled out the varnished wood and plastic scraps she’d rather not have burning up and releasing carcinogens into the meal. But Stuttgart’s forest was old and filled with fallen branches and logs, and he easily found more fuel. Jamie basically skipped back to the pit with a new pile of wood, and used a knife to hack the damp bark off of them.

Reinhardt must have been fond of his fire pit. After digging around the shed for a few minutes, Mei found a bundle of dried almond wood, some metal skewers, a fire extinguisher (she sighed in relief at that one), and a leather satchel filled with grilling utensils. She gathered them up and deposited them next to Jamie, who knelt by the pit arranging the logs and the quick-burning trash. She sank onto a log and exhaled deeply, exhausted by all this unexpected work just to get a meal going.

“I hope this is safe,” she said.

“Course it is. I’m an expert!” He shot her a thumbs-up - the tip of his metal thumb, of course, flipped back to expose an open flame. He put his hand in the barbeque bowl and lit up the balled-up newspapers and paper trash in there.

She poured herself some tea, and watched him work for a little while. Over the time she had known him, she discovered that if he had something to focus all of his attention on, a lot of his erratic tics seemed to melt away. He deftly cut the roast into thin strips, hand moving smoothly from cut to cut, and then threaded the meat onto metal skewers. He clapped his hands when he was done, all the skewers arranged in a line on the cutting board.

“I put some spice on the roast already,” Mei said. “Did you want more?”

“Oh yeah, way more.” He looked over the arrangement she had though, and uncertainty crossed his brow. “Ain’t sure what all this is though.”

She extended a spoon to him. “Let’s experiment then.”

It was slow going with only one hand, but Mei poured or shook out a little bit of each of the flavorings, one by one, and had them taste it off the spoon. What he liked, she mixed together in one of the bowls she brought out.

“This one,” he said, pointing at the dark sauce bottle she had him sample. “Whassat?”

“Hoisin.”

“Hoisin,” he repeated. “That’s a good one. Lotsa that.”

“Good.” She would have cried if she had to have roast without it. Next was some hot sauce, which she dabbed delicately onto the spoon and extended to him. “How hot should it be?”

“As hot as it gets.” He brushed aside the offered spoon, and waggled his eyebrows at her. “How much fire do you think you can handle, sweets?”

Mei stared him down, matching his suggestive look with a bland, stoic one of her own. Then, while holding his gaze, she poured an extremely generous measure of the hot sauce into the bowl. “There.”

He laughed aloud in his seat, his feet stomping into the dirt and snow. “I love it!” he hollered, apparently to the trees and forest around them. “This peach is a spitfire!”

She shook her head, a blush finally rising to her cheeks. “You are so embarrassing.”

“Yeah?” He grinned. “Who’s to know?”

Eventually the marinade was finished, a goopy, thick dark mess. Jamie tested a dab of it and practically shivered. With care and focus again, he brushed the marinade over the strips, then set them over the grill, one at a time. Though the fire looked lower than before, it still burned incredibly hot, because the meat started sizzling in no time. Mei had been too busy before to notice how incredibly hungry she felt right now.

“Wow.”

He picked up a skewer with his metal hand, and spun around a pair of metal chopsticks in his other. He expertly plucked the meat off the skewer with the chopsticks, and offered it to Mei. “Here’s some for ya.”

She extended her bowl towards him, and let him pile the steaming, delicious looking grilled meat over her rice. Before she could tear into it herself, Jamie snatched up a small piece of beef in his chopsticks and hovered it in front of her face. “Say ‘ah’.”

“Ah.”

“Now say ‘ooooh, Mr. Fawkes~ You’re so handsome and talented.’”

She didn’t, she was too busy chewing. She had to fan her mouth against the heat. “Jamie,” she managed to say, “this is-”

Branches snapped and snow crashed down somewhere high in the trees behind them. In the back of her mind, Mei knew that she should expect this, but still ended up surprised at the loud thud that thundered the ground a few meters behind them. A silhouette appeared through the brush, and strode with heavy, armored steps towards the glow of the fire pit.

The figure took off her helmet. Though thin, dark blue fabric protected the lower half of her face from the cold, absolutely no one could mistake this woman’s sharp eyes, her udjat tattoo.

“Fareeha.” Mei stood up from her log. She hid her iced hand behind her back, deciding that she was not ready to explain it yet. “How did your scouting go?”

“Surprisingly well. There are some promising locations for us to dig up tomorrow.”

There was a secret directive hidden in the code of the sentry robots that were deployed here in the outskirts of Stuttgart, a secret Overwatch only got wind of within the last week. Mei had asked Zenyatta, carefully, to probe Bastion’s memory for any hint of what it had forgotten, but Bastion had rewritten so much of itself, and the data was gone. The rewrite was a wonder of Bastion’s free will, of course, but the loss of its data made Overwatch’s investigation all the more difficult. Recovering other sentry bot from Eichenwalde might help them crack the code.

But someone else was now spiriting away the other broken bots, it seemed. After twenty years of leaving them to rust, someone only now found it urgent to take the remaining sentries away. But who, and why? Mei hoped they could recover a robot before she got the chance to find out.

Only Mei gave Fareeha a standing welcome. Jamie glanced over his shoulder instead, a nervous habit of his. Mei knew who he looked for, but Roadhog wasn’t even on the same continent as them right now. Jamie instead grunted and shoved his hands into his coat’s pockets, and slumped into his seat even deeper. He didn’t want Fareeha to notice him, and she never wanted to talk to him.

The captain was still for a few moments, considering the scene carefully. Mei realized she was staring at the fire pit, and the collection of Reinhardt’s barbeque gear next to it.

“Are you alright?” Mei asked.

“Ah, yes. This just brought back some memories.” Fareeha sat down on one of the logs, and set her helmet on the seat next to her. “I didn’t expect to come home to such a…rustic meal.”

“I bought some things in town,” Mei explained. She found the third bowl she had filled with rice, and extended it to the captain. “I had enough of the rations, and wanted to make something special.”

“A welcome surprise in weather this cold.”

Fareeha picked few skewers off the sizzling grate, then slid the beef slices on top of her rice, like Mei’s. She cut them into smaller portions with her chopsticks, then scooped up a mouthful into her mouth. Her eyes brightened in surprise. “It’s so good! You surprise me with all of your talents, Mei.”

Mei glanced at Jamie, already pretty sure of what she’d see. His face was so incredibly emotive, a mixed blessing because she always could tell how he felt, for better or worse. He glowed with pride, for a moment, then the next his whole face fell.

She lifted a finger to her lips. Sssh. His lips twitched in a brief snarl, and he crossed his arms and looked aside.

“Fareeha, that is very kind of you to say. What about it do you like?”

“These strips! They are so tender. It has a bit of crisp and crust on it, but it melts on the inside.” She took a break for a moment, and seemed to savor the steam and smell for a moment. “And it is spiced very well.”

“That is very high praise.” Mei saw one of Jamie’s eyes peek open, looking back at her. She smiled to him, then back to Fareeha.

The captain “Actually, it reminds me of a beef rice bowl I once had, at a nice sit-down in Tokyo. Not the same flavors, but the same feel? This is very spicy, by the way.”

Mei laughed softly. “Hear that, Jamison? It tasted like a real restaurant cooked it.”

Fareeha was halfway through chewing another mouthful of her meal when her attention darted up to Mei. “Hm?”

“I didn’t cook tonight.” Mei lifted her iced-over hand. Fareeha put her hand to her mouth and gasped softly. “Well, I tried to, but I burned myself. Then Jamison graciously suggested to grill instead, so we wouldn’t waste the ingredients.”

The captain peered at him. “Is that so?”

“Totally selfishly! Not being nice at all!” He huffed, his arms still crossed, and shook his head. “I thought I’d puke if I had to eat them dried army bits again!”

“I made the rice, and helped a little with the spices.” Mei smiled. “But Jamison is the real artist here. Beef was always my favorite, but this is the best I’ve ever had.”

Jamie’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Fareeha paused eating. She glanced between Mei and Jamison a few times, definite confusion over her face. Sudden panic flared up in Mei’s spine. Had she been too obvious? But she had told the truth. And Jamie stared at Mei like he’d never heard a kinder thing in his life.

Maybe Fareeha would assume that Mei was being agreeable? So she smiled sweetly at the captain, and added, “Meals with teammates always taste better, right captain?”

“Yes. I suppose that’s true,” Fareeha finally said. She tapped the barrel with her armored toe. “Well, I did assume this contraption was a Junker’s doing.”

He straightened up in his seat and waved his arms around. “Of course! Made us a good ol’ fashioned barrel barbeque, just like home.”

Fareeha’s expression towards him changed somewhat - she still looked stern, but less interrogating, Mei thought. “Oh, Mr. Fawkes? Was this arrangement common for you?”

“Every night! Rain or shine! Dust or smog!” He then rubbed his hair with the heel of his hand, looking somewhat sheepish for a moment. “Except, I ain’t cook for an audience in a while.”

“I’m sorry I assumed then.” She looked thoughtfully at Jamie, like she was still trying to measure her opinion of him. “It seems like you are a man of more-than-one talent.”

“Ha! And plenty more where that came from, promise you that!”

Mei giggled into her hand. He was blushing! Jamie must have noticed, since he shot a glance back at her, muttered something to himself, and finally lifted his own food to his face and ate.

The conversation drifted to the details of Fareeha’s scouting, and the schedule for tomorrow’s search. Fareeha was almost exhaustingly thorough, wanting backup plans and a location to fall back to in case they encountered trouble. Mei paid close attention because Jamie definitely wasn’t. The glowing comments about his food made him even more attentive towards the second batch of beef slices, but Mei also noticed him glancing at her quite often, almost shy glances that darted quickly away whenever she caught him.

Mei scooped out more rice for everyone, and Jamie leaned over to serve Fareeha another skewer of beef strips. But at the last moment he held it back, and wagged a finger at her. “Second helping - only if ya give me a look at one of them missiles.”

Fareeha’s eyes widened in surprise. At first, Mei was certain she would reprimand Jamie. But her face slowly softened, and she extended her bowl to him anyway.

“Maybe for Thanksgiving. Just to see you flash-cook a turkey with it.”

He stared at her for a moment, then slapped his knee and laughed. He dropped the strips in her bowl and she smiled thinly.

“It’s getting too cold out here for me. I’m going to take this inside.” She scooped up her helmet, then nodded at them as she stood up. “Thank you for dinner.”

The logs cracked and spit up some embers into the air. Even though the fire wasn’t as fierce as it was before, Mei’s skin still prickled from the warmth radiating from it. She closed her eyes and exhaled in relief. In her original plan, she and Jamie would have finished their dinner before Fareeha had come home. But somehow, this had worked out anyway.

His voice, low, reached her over the fire. “Hey.”

“Yes?”

“When’s Thanksgiving?”

She searched her memory. “I think…October?”

“Aw.” He propped his chin on his hands. “That’s a long time.”

“That’s okay.” She smiled at him. “I think Fareeha likes you better now.”

Jamie huffed and looked away. “Like I care what Jet Pack thinks of me.”

Mei watched the lights of different cabin rooms flick on and off, until it seemed like Fareeha settled into one room. Only then did Mei get up, and moved so that she could be closer to him. She hated hiding, but Overwatch couldn’t know about their relationship yet - they might separate her from Jamie, and stop them from going on missions together. Even the thought of that made her heart ache.

She hugged him from behind, pressed her chest to his back, and rest her cheek on his shoulder. He was warm like a glowing furnace, even in this cold. He turned his face towards hers, his eyes curious, and wondering.

“I believe that you always try your best,” she whispered in Chinese, quiet as a breath. She used to be so scared that he’d lash out, undo even the meager amount of trust the other agents had in him, and then flee Overwatch and all the protection it could offer a man on the run. But even with Roadhog gone, Jamie surprised her with his determination to prove himself. He tried so hard every day - to be good, to make friends, to do right by her.

She touched along the side of his jaw. He wanted so badly to belong. Once she had realized that, everything she had understood about him changed.

“Hm?” He hadn’t understood her quietly-spoken Chinese, and waited for her to repeat herself.

“I said, I love you for being so strong,” she said, in English. “And brave.”

The best part was watching his eyes widen. “I…uhhhh…”

She held her arms all the tighter around his chest, and smiled at him - the small and sweet smile that he once said made him go completely stupid. “And you are so cheerful all the time, and always make me laugh.”

Now he kicked his feet and squirmed in her loving chokehold. His face and ears bloomed with bright red blushes. “That’s not fair! Yer killing me!”

She pressed two light kisses to the side of his jaw. “And every day, I find more reasons to love you.”

He reached his arm back around her waist, lifted her and swung her around until she sat sideways across his thighs. Mei squealed and kicked out her feet, looking for her balance, when he kept a hand and her back and dipped her low. If she tilted her head back just a little, she’d see the forest upside-down behind her. But Mei couldn’t even think of anything but his bright gold eyes upon hers.

“You’re playing with fire, Snowflake,” he warned in a low, growl. Jamie loomed over her, and she shivered from the thrill of him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to drive me crazy.”

She put her hand to her mouth. “I would never!”

He looked so alive. “You give me wild ideas. Like that I’d want to grab ya like this, run off into the woods, and keep you just for me.”

“Oh no,” she whispered, as if the prospect was actually frightening. “Not that.”

Then he did what she wished he’d do - he ducked his face close, smirked, and kissed her. First lightly, fleeting and full of affection that she could drown in, and then when she gasped, a real one. But he kissed far too slowly, perhaps second-guessing his ability, or her delicacy. So she grabbed his coat collar with her good hand and pulled him to her, hoping to rid him of any doubt of what she wanted. She thought he smelled quite wonderful tonight, warm, like scorched bark, pine, sandalwood, and spice. The smell, and the heat of him, made her practically melt against Jamie, and soon the tension left his uncertain hands and lips as well.

Mei let the ice glove over her right hand snap, and even though her palm still hurt a little bit, she clutched at the back of his jacket, wanting to close every gap between them. His arms folded around her and matched the possessiveness, the need in her embrace. Alone, together in this snowy forest, her heart poured out for him with no reserve. She kissed so urgently and clung so tightly as if it were a ward against the rest of the world, against all the terrible forces that would take him from her, if only given a chance. No, she never wanted that, would never let that happen…

A loud crashing sound managed to cut through the thick fog of emotions. Her thoughts jarred. Noise, from the kitchen?

Jamie startled, lost his balance, and both he and Mei toppled forward into the dirt behind the fire pit. She blinked, dazed at the sudden fall, until she heard his urgent whisper and felt his hand at her back. “Up! It’s her.”

He drew himself up to only a crouch, and stooped over the grate so low that his face was nearly in the fire. He poked eagerly at the embers to make even more sprays of light. Bowed over like that, Fareeha should not be able to see the redness on his face, or his tell-all expression this way. The cabin door groaned open, slowly and dreadfully as Mei raced back to her seat.

“Hi!” She waved to the captain, now dressed in a cozy sweatsuit. Mei realized belatedly that her hand wasn’t in ice anymore, but she hoped that Fareeha didn’t notice. “Yes?”

She looked between the two of them at the fire, but Mei didn’t see any indication that that Fareeha was suspicious, or upset. Instead, the captain revealed two plastic packages from behind her, and held them up for Mei and Jamie to see. “As a thank you for the meal. Do either of you know about s'mores?”

Mei shook her head. “I’m not familiar?”

“I wasn’t sure if he’d have the ingredients around. But it is Reinhardt we’re talking about, so…”

She tossed a package to Mei - chocolate covered cookies? And Jamie caught a pillowy white bag Fareeha threw over the fire, which he held by the corner as he peered over its (very, very cute) packaging.

“What are these for?” Mei asked.

“I think the pyro can figure it out.” She saluted, and stepped back into the cabin. “See you at 0700, soldiers.”

Mei looked at Jamie, but he only shrugged. “Dunno. Never seen these before.”

She sighed, and slumped deeply into her seat. For all of the discretion she demanded from Jamie, tonight she was doing a terrible job of controlling herself. But, Mei supposed, Fareeha probably wouldn’t have been so nice if she thought something was up. Somehow they were still okay.

She watched him open up the package and investigate the fluffy white candy inside. Jamie dangled one marshmallow over the fire, looked unsatisfied, and then tossed it to her. “This ain’t doing anything.”

Mei took one of the skewers from dinner, and pierced the marshmallow with it. “Maybe it needs to be closer.”

He watched over her shoulder as she waved the candy close to the flames. “Lookit!” he said. By the fire’s heat the marshmallow puffed up, and slowly deepened in color from white, tan, gold, until it just charred at the edge. She drew the treat back, then popped it off of the skewer and quickly into her mouth.

“Oh!” It took her a few moments to chew it down. “That actually tastes good! Like burnt sugar.”

“Lemme try.”

She turned to grab a second skewer, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her. Jamie grabbed her chin, and kissed her. Very quickly, there and gone again like the lick of a flame. He considered her, his hands holding her still, and ran his tongue over his lips.

“Hm, can’t tell. Is always sweet.”

Her neck and cheeks bloomed in color, and he laughed to himself uproariously. She tried to bat him on the arm, but he danced out of her way and onto his feet. He snatched up the second package Fareeha tossed, and looked over it by the light of the fire.

“What’re the cookies for then? We supposed to burn these too?”

“I don’t think that sounds right.” She couldn’t think straight, and sat with her hands clapped over her cheeks. He was so embarrassing. “Maybe?”

Jamie grinned. “Nothin’ to do but try, luv.”

—–

Meanwhile -

Fareeha, hyperventilating and on the phone: I can’t believe it! I was not briefed on this! I was never told those two were so close. I thought they hated each other, but I saw them kissing! Just now!

Reinhardt: Ah! Young love! How tiny and adorable! And on Valentine’s Day too!

Fareeha: NOT adorable! This is the kind of thing that compromises missions! How the hell am I supposed to proceed like this?

Reinhardt: So this is why that scrappy lad stole my cologne the other week. Sounds like Eau de Reinhardt worked out for him, haha!

Fareeha, banging her fist on the table: I need your advice, not your commentary!

Reinhardt:. No problem! I have just the thing for such emergencies! Check for a little black rope sticking out of the floorboards. Under the buffet table, I think.

Fareeha, fumbling: Let me look…yes…oh, it opens a hidden compartment! I can feel something in here…

Fareeha: …

Fareeha: Reinhardt. This is a growler filled with whiskey.

Reinhardt: Yes! Wonderful! You can handle anything now, little one!

Fareeha: …wait-

Reinhardt: Always happy to help! Just be a dear, and don’t let them use my bedroom. Bye! *disconnects*

Fareeha: …

Fareeha: This is too far above my pay grade to even deal with right now.

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Prodigal Fathers (A Star Wars Story)

The glossy black floor was cold and spotless. The structure in the center of the room was under harsh spotlight and the reflective surfaces created a resemblance of moonlight across still water. The hermetic seal on the meditation chamber was broken with an angry hiss as the upper level of the clinical sphere was mechanically shorn away and brought to the ceiling. A stoic black figure is revealed in contrast with the chamber's sever white walls and pastel flashing panel lights. The silence is accosted with a sharp pulmonic strike. The first in a unnatural and constant rhythm only a computer could call breathing. Darth Vader stepped from the platform as the meditation chamber began its hibernation mode. The overhead light was cut and replaced with another off to the side revealing a second platform. Vader's tall black form pulsed across the room and ended in a kneeling position next to the holotable, his cape blooming at his feet. “What is thy bidding, my master.” He asked, as a disembodied profile crackled into view. “The Jedi are all but erased.” Emperor Palpatine said, “The time has come to reach into the pitiable holes they have cowardly climbed into. There is a purulent world in the Sluis sector that is satiated in The Force. The Jedi were so kind enough to keep document of such things to aid in their own destruction. I expect they might think it clever to hide among the muck and mire of this planet. Go. Rip any remaining Jedi from their perceived safety.” “Yes, master.” Said Darth Vader without hesitation as the image of Palpatine was cut. Vader rose and toggled a switch on the platform triggering another profile of a man, only this one much smaller and much less intimidating. “Lord Vader?” He managed. “Prepare to make a launch to the Sluis sector. I've fed the specific coordinates.” Vader ended the transmission before the receiving end could answer. He already knew how they would respond. If Vader's breathing apparatus had allowed for scent, the mud pit of a world tucked away in the Sluis sector would stink like the entire surface of Felucia was uprooted and flipped over. It certainly looked that way. Temperatures were hot and the humidity was high, but Vader could only tell that by the readings in his suit and the condensation forming on his lenses. He felt nothing but dense anger. The troopers had been sifting through the region for a week, each time returning with less men but more tales of the swamps and trees coming alive and swallowing troopers whole. Tales of a creature lurking in the mists. Finally, when scans showed an underground structure, troopers confirmed a small nearby camp with fires still hot. Landing on the jungle floor was not difficult after the bombardment of thermal charges reduced a number of trees to a charred black landing pad. The armor clad band exited their shuttle, the gleaming white troopers followed behind their dark leader into the depths of the wet forest to the location of the temple. When they arrived, they saw just a small cave-like opening and vine covered steps leading down into the submerged castle. Vader paused at the entrance. “I sense something down there. Powerful. Steady.” “Yes, sir.” A trooper dimly yet dutifully replied as they made their way down. Vader ignited his Lightsaber to cut away vines and snakes and anything else in his way. The short stairway led to a hall, which seemed to close completely with swamp life in the distance. “Hold.” Said Vader and the troopers stopped. There was an accelerated slithering sound as the vines and roots and mud swirled to life and choked the hallway. The troopers opened fire at anything that moved and Vader swung his Lightsaber as he walked forward to his undiscovered goal. The enclosure was filled with plant life and dirt and water until Vader and his men were forced to their hands and knees or on their backs. They were being swallowed whole by the lost temple. Though they could hardly move themselves, they were being carried away in dizzying speeds and patterns. Vader felt through the Force when one of his troopers’ head turned 180°. It would seem this was a journey not to be survived by weaker men. Vader called upon his rage and pushed out with the Force and ripped through the green torrent of deadly flora that delivered him and his followers to an atrium. And a 30 foot drop. Ancient bricks and freshly torn vines share the freefall with once crisp armor. Vader corrected his path and slowed his descent. Two lucky troopers were saved the fall by being close to the Dark Lord's telekinetic field. One was not. The unfortunate trooper hit the ground first with a pathetic crumple. Vader and his last padded lightly on the ground next to him. Vader's cape had been damaged and now fell to the floor behind him as they carried on through the stale abattoir. Ornate carvings and busts surrounded them. Relics of a budding Jedi order. “Pain. Hatred. Leave here, you will not.” The voice shook in the emptiness of the dark, tired but firm. “Ah, another of my old masters.. Beaten and hidden. Now your destruction will be complete.” Yoda jumped down onto the head of a statue of a stern faced Jedi Master. He wore a tattered beige cloak with holes cut in the hood for his ears. He threw his arms out to full length in front of his chest, his palms toward the faraway ceiling already damaged from Vader's entry. He pulled inward as he tightly closed his three fingers into fists and the stone collapsed. Giant portions of rock were now speeding to meet Vader below. Vader unleashed a burst of Force speed to dodge to the right and avoid a boulder, which instead caught a Stormtrooper by surprise. There was a short yell and a wet crunch as Vader was already dashing forward to avoid the next slab. When the remaining Stormtrooper began firing at Yoda, the old master deflected the first bolt and sent it back towards Vader, causing him to ignite his Lightsaber and backhand strike the bolt carelessly returning it to the shooter behind, killing him. Fluidly, he reversed momentum of his arm into an underhanded throw of his Lightsaber in the direction of Yoda's perch. Sacrificing his advantageous position, he lept away from the spinning laser sword and landed on the floor to face his enemy in close combat. Yoda sprinted low to the ground and vaulted at the helmet clad monster, grasping his Lightsaber with the Force and switching it on midair. He swung down at Vader's imitation face and was blocked by the length of crimson heat protruding from Vader's gloved claw. Tense vibrations held weight before an entire planet of life, silencing every detail until Yoda expelled a fierce shout and jumped over Darth Vader, spinning overhead to grab at the exposed swath of robes covering the cyborg's back and yanking him to the ground and delivering a series of Force assisted blows to the head with his free hand. On the last of the punches, however, Vader caught Yoda by his arm and hurled the small opponent twenty feet across the arena, giving himself time to stand. Vader's face plate had been dented and the left lense had been shattered but the vacuum seal remained intact for now. He had had enough. He knew the Dark Side was more powerful. He drew from it deeply. The dank room grew cold and the various plants accumulated a layer of frost. Countless insects and small vermin fell dead, their life energies drained in an instant. Yoda knew the advantage had changed. A typical being might feel fear at the face of this challenge. Yoda only felt determination and sorrow. The ground beneath them rocked violently, though it was clear that it wasn't Vader's doing as he dropped his stance when his automated legs attempted to steady in the quakes. No, this wasn't the Dark Side nor the Light. This was the living Force itself, making a decision to protect the safety of the planet. Not choosing sides, just enforcing the balance. Vines clinging to the walls flexed and broke free of the newly formed ice and darted like whips at Vader, nearly clipping Yodas pointed ears in the process. Vader cut down the first volley with his Lightsaber, and the second, but the vines were coming too fast and too frequently for him to stop them all. Yoda backed slowly towards the wall and watched in trepidation as nature smothered machine. Vader was largely covered in mighty flowered vines. His body was being lifted up and pulled. Sparks came showering from his suit, his robotics cracking and failing. The constricting green ropes had dragged Vader up to the thin remains of the ceiling. Hot jungle sunshine was trickling in through gaps as Vader was being crushed by the planets will. No, this was assuredly not the end of Darth Vader. He would not allow it. He coalesced his dark energy into a swirling sphere of survivalist rage. Tearing the vines to pieces and tearing the pieces into mulch. Sections of the temple ceiling were coming with it, turning into a dark powder, letting more and more sunlight in. There was now a massive hole in the world as Vader levitated in the void. “You are no match for the power of the Dark Side. My master has broken your order and now I will finish what he started. You, alone are no rival to me.” “A Jedi is never alone, Anakin.” The soft voice lilted on the air like a warm breeze on a spring afternoon. “What is this.” Vader demanded as he at last planted his feet back on the ground. The wind spiraled slowly to a stop and soil and miniscule debris scattered around. Yoda came out of the shadows into the golden light in the center of the temple and closed his blade. He looked up to the sky and watched as the sun seemed to swim closer. Magical light brightened next to Yoda and room the form of a translucent man with long hair pulled back and pleasant robes. “Good to see you, it is. Qui-Gon.” Yoda said. Qui-Gon smiled and nodded somberly before directing his attention to Vader, who seemed to be immobilized with anger. “Anakin, what has happened? Your mother would-” Qui-Gon is interrupted by Vader who has charged at the two Jedi, hell-bent on seeing this finished. Vader swung his Lightsaber through the Force Ghost, which shimmered back into thousands of small lights and wafted away. Vader, hungry for a tangible target, turned to Yoda and struck just as Yoda rolled to the right and curved around to the unguarded backside of Darth Vader. He lit up his Lightsaber and sliced across Vader's legs, making him fall to his knees. Yoda aimed his Lightsaber at Vader's head, but Vader blocked with his right hand, saving him from death but taking away his fingers. His helmet was partially severed at the top, breaking the hermetic seal and exposing his scarred flesh. It was hard for him to breath now. He would lose this fight. Reaching out once more to the Force, Vader swept up a barrage of rocks, bricks, and other debris and sent it against Yoda in a gale. Taken by surprise, Yoda suffered many blows to the face and chest before being sent back and to the ground giving Vader time to wearily stand. Vader crouched and flexed, preparing to attempt a Force jump out of the dilapidated temple. He pushed with everything he had left and stiffly ejected from underground. Upon making it to Dagobah’s topside, landing was another challenge he would fail. His broken armored body crashed against a tree about a mile away from the temple. Vader pressed a button on his chest module with his remaining metal fingers. This would contact the Devastator above for a retrieval. Some lucky pilot was about to get promoted for their discretion. Or eliminated for their disloyalty. Vader sat in his meditation chamber. Helmetless, he focused his rage and humiliation of defeat. He cycled his thoughts over and over. Thoughts of Qui-Gon, of Dagobah, of Obi-Wan. Thoughts of hate and betrayal.

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Team HELL Volume 1, Chapter 7: Team Hell comes Together

Sunny and Lucio continued to walk through the forest, seemingly going around in circles as they walked. Lucio didn't say much since he learned that Sunny wasn't that big on talking. He noticed a few other things about Sunny, too.

He never put away his weapon in the holster on his back. He always kept it at the ready. He couldn't seem to relax, he was always so tense. He could never just take a breath.

He decided to make conversation again to ease his partner. "So Sun, what's your weapon's name?"

"Herder. Yours?"

"Blood sea."

"Oh? Can I ask why?"

Lucio scratched the back of his neck. "Ah, my, uh, parents named it. It's a tradition in my family that the parents name the weapon of the child after they make a huge accomplishment."

"And what would that be?"

Lucio felt his heart race in embarrassment, his face warming. "I, uh...unlocked my semblance for the first time."

Sunny smiled. "Aw. How sweet."

Not really. "What about you? How'd your ol' Herder get his name?"

Sunny's grip tightened. "Ah, it's because I tended sheep back in Vale. My family owns a farm and I made this after a bandit attack-"

Lucio's heart lept into his throat. 'No way...they couldn't have. Vale is too far. They wouldn't.....They probably did.'

"I'm...so sorry."

"It's okay. No one was hurt, thanks to my older siblings. And my granny."

"Oh, are they huntsmen?"

Sunny shook his head. "No. They're just really angry."

The boys shared a laugh. "Sounds a lot like my brother, Bronze."

"Oh, yeah? I oughta-"

Sunny's thought was cut short by the sound of a shrill scream. "LOOK OUT!"

The boys looked up, their eyes wide as a swan faunus girl and a girl with a long braid crashed into them, throwing them back into the trees.

"Ow! Damnit, Rain! I told you to go slow!" The girl with the braid shouted.

"Well excuse me for not being able to carry people on my back while I'm trying to fly!" The faunus girl shouted back.

Lucio stood, pulling the blonde boy to his feet as they walked over to the two bickering girls. "Are you two okay?" He asked.

The girl with a braid sat up, a bit embarrassed. "Ugh, yeah. We're just a little new at this."

"Speak for yourself!" The girl named Rain exclaimed.

"We were looking for the relics. Have you seen them?"

Sunny shook his head. "Nope. We're just as lost as you are."

"Damnit!" She exclaimed.

"We'll find it! Maybe we can team up and look together." Lucio suggested.

"Are you sure? We did just crash into you..." Rain said.

Lucio shook his head. "It's fine, really. I don't mind."

"Well okay then! The name's Cerise. Cerise Kyanite. And this is my cousin, Rain."

"Lucio Kindira. And this is my partner, Sunny Latorre."

"Nice to meet you." The younger boy said.

Cerise nodded. "Nice to meet 'cha! Man, it'll be nice to have some help looking for the relics you know? Been searching for hours and I haven't seen many people here."

"They must've found them before us. We should get moving before-"

"AURORA, LOOK OUT!"

"EVELYN!"

The loud bangs of gunfire and screaming pierced through the sky. Lucio looked towards the others who were just as confused as he was and took off running.

"Wait, Lucio!" Sunny yelled.

Lucio didn't here him. He just kept running.

He made a promise to himself and somewhat to Cassum that he would protect Aurora no matter what. He refused to let her get hurt.

He owed Cassum that much after being lied to.

He ran straight into a hoard of Ursa minors. He found Aurora unconscious against a tree with the cat faunus girl standing defensively in front of her. She loaded her shotgun gauntlets and fired a round that exploded a brilliant shade of blue, launching the large monster into the air as the girl with the large axe came flying through the air and decapitated it.

The head crashed into another, giving Lucio the chance to attack. He rushed it head on, slashing at it with Blood Sea, using a gravity glyph to lift it into the air and made a clean slice down the middle.

"Damn, there's too many of them!" The burly girl growled, chopping at another Ursa that began to claw at her, "they just keep coming!"

"Don't worry! I've got your back!" Lucio exclaimed.

"Lucio!" Sunny yelled, running towards him with Rain and Cerise following behind him. They came to a hault when they saw the mass amount of Grimm accumulating behind them from the woods.

"Woah..." Rain breathed.

"Yeah, we need some help." Evelyn said.

"Yeah, seems like it." Cerise said, stepping forward.

"We don't have time to talk! You!" Letty yelled, pointing at Rain, "take to the sky and look for the relics so we can get out of this mess! And you! Little boy blue! That's a sniper, right?"

Sunny nodded.

"You get the air using that guy's glyphs and take them out." She gripped her axe tightly in her hands, "those who can actually fight will take care of the rest."

The others nodded and went off. Lucio summoned a gravity glyph and launched Sunny up into the air as Herder transformed into said sniper rifle. Sunny aimed and shot three ursai right between the eyes. Lucio ran forward and began slashing at on coming Grimm trying squeeze their way through the tree.

Evelyn turned and began to shake Aurora awake. "Ro. Ro, wake up! We gotta go!"

"Wha....what?" Aurora mumbled, her eyes fluttering open.

"Come on. We're surrounded, we have to-"

A loud growl could be heard as trees began to fall to the ground. Aurora shook at the sounds of loud roaring. Her eyes widened as she saw an ursa major tearing through the tree line. She shoved Evelyn out of the way, digging into her pocket and pulling out to fire dust crystals. She chucked them into the air and they exploded against one of the larger trees as it fell into the monster's path.

"Holy shit!" Evelyn exclaimed, laughing.

"I don't have many of those left, and my weapons-"

"Broke, yeah. I know. We were there when they exploded in your hands."

Aurora turned red in embarrassment, shaking her head. "T-that doesn't matter. We have to get out of here!"

"What do you think we've been trying to do while you were sleeping?" Letty said with a scowl.

Aurora shrunk, feeling guilty for being so weak. Rain circled back around, flying over head. "The relics are over there! To the northeast! But there are Grimm coming in from all directions!"

"Then I guess we'll just have to fight our way through-"

"WE'RE fighting our way through. Not you." Letty corrected.

She walked over to the tree line and began to cut away as the others ran through.

Aurora was about to follow them, but she stopped. She brought her thumb up to her mouth, lightly chewing on her skin.

'She's right. I don't belong here. This was a mistake. This was all just one huge mistake! They were right, Cassum was right, I shouldn't-!'

"RO! WE HAVE TO GET GOING!" Evelyn called.

She shook her head, biting deeper into her thumb. 'No, No, No! You're all just gonna die with me here! You have to go! You have to go, you have to-'

"HEY!" Evelyn shouted, grabbing Aurora's wrist.

'No, no. Don't touch me now. Please-!'

"If you think I'm leave you by yourself you've got another thing coming. We're finding those relics. Together."

Aurora stared back at her, her big silver eyes staring into Evelyn's wide set amber ones. The sincerity was there, although she couldn't really understand why. Evelyn pulled her forward and they ran.

More and more ursai came after them. Letty was having a horrible time trying to break through all of the trees.

"DAMNIT! There's too many fucking trees in the way!" She shouted.

"I don't have enough aura to make more glyphs!" Lucio said, panting from exhaustion.

"We have to keep going! There's too many ursas here to take on our own!" Rain exclaimed, pointing forward,"the relics are up ahead! In that clearing!"

Letty just made a run for it. She jumped past everyone amd sprint towards the clearing, but was stopped dead in her tracks.

The small gazebo that held the remaining relics were right across a large ravine, only connected by a rickety, old bridge.

"Oh, you have got to be shitting me!" She shouted.

"So what do we do? If we try to get over there, the bridge'll collapse-plus, Rain can't carry all of us over!" Sunny exclaimed.

"If we stay here, we're screwed." Cerise muttered.

"M-maybe I can help!" Aurora said.

"And how can you help? You've been as helpful as a bag of rocks."

"My semblance is levitation. I can use it to lift the bridge a little and make it sturdy enough so that we can all make it across! Rain could fly over and grab the relics and we'll be home free!"

"Really? You think you can do that, Ro?" Lucio asked.

"I can try." She replied.

"Trying isn't going to help us. Either you can or you can't. And if you can't, we're screwed and your little idea just went to waste." Letty said with a snarl.

Aurora glared back at her, straighten up to seem confident. "Well, I'm the only one coming up with a plan here. It's all or nothing at this point."

Aurora walked to the edge of the bridge, placing her hands on the ropes that were holding it up.

"You think you can do this?" Lucio asked.

"I think so...I just have to focus and move very slowly."

Lucio nodded and stood back. Aurora took a deep breath in and closed her eyes.

'Focus, Aurora. Focus so you can get your friends across and so you can get Letty out of your life....focus...focus...'

Aurora began to carefully walk across the bridge. The wood creaked under her feet as she walked across. Her semblance began to take effect and the bridge began to rise. Lucio signaled for the others to carefully follow behind her.

The others obliged and followed them. Aurora continued to walk carefully across the bridge, gripping the rope that was tethering the bridge up tightly.

"Move faster, damnit!" Letty shouted.

"Shush! She's trying to focus!" Evelyn said in a low voice.

"We're about to be Grimm chow! We don't have time!" Letty hissed.

"We're almost there. Just hold on."

Aurora continued forward, shaking as the sounds of the approaching grimm entered her ears. She was halfway across the bridge, almost on solid ground when they heard the horrible screech of a Nevermore out in the distance.

She became rigid. She didn't move-she couldn't move. She was frozen in fear.

A nevermore was heading straight for them, and she could not move.

"Ro?" Lucio called.

Nothing. She just stayed there, shaking in her boots.

"Ro, come on. We really gotta go!" Evelyn said.

"I-I can't...I-"

The nevermore shrieked as it flapped its wing, sending a barrage of its feathers towards them. Lucio grabbed Aurora and carried her across the bridge as it began to collapse. The group ran and ran until they were on solid ground, watching as the bridge completely collapsed and fall into the ravine.

Lucio placed Aurora back on her feet, drawing Blood Sea. "Go get the relics! We'll take care of things here!"

She nodded, sprinting to the gazebo with Letty following behind her. The place was trashed. There were only three decorated lamps still standing while the rest were thrown onto the ground, most likely by other students.

"I don't get it. I thought these were the relics. What the hell are we supposed to do with these if they're not the relics?" Letty asked.

Aurora was just as confused as she was. Why would they just ditch the relics? Unless....

Aurora walked over to one of the remaining lamps, taking it in her hands and pulling the top off. A small card flew out of the lamp and onto the ground. She picked it up, turning it over to reveal the Fool card from a tarot deck.

"It's inside!" She said, "They're tarot cards!"

Letty gave her a look and pulled the top off, pulling out the Tower card and shoving it into her pocket.

"We got the cards! Let's get to the rendezvous point and get out of here!"

The others followed behind them as the descended further and further into the woods, finding the rendezvous point with the last remaining airship at the port.

"Start the ship! START THE SHIP!" Aurelia shouted.

The airship started up and they all piled in. The nevermore was hot on their trail, approaching quickly. Aurora, in a last stitch effort to make herself feel useful, loaded the remaining prototype with fire dust and as they went into the air, opened the door to the airship and threw it right at the nevermore's wing, exploding on impact.

She quickly shut the doors and fell back, breathing heavily.

"At least my dinky weapons work for something..."

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milotalks · 5 years

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Hollow is the Soul pt. 5

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Silently, they all trudged along the trail the sun beating on their backs until finally they crossed into a road and met the town they were hoping to reach by caravan. “Come, let’s find a place to rest. No doubt we all need it.” Valor nodded ahead gesturing to an inn he saw on a street corner. The party nodded collectively and made way for the cozy looking house.

Together they walked into an inn where there was a maiden behind the bar looking rather unhappy. “What troubles you, friend?” Valor asked her as they stepped up to the counter. She looked at them with sorrow in her eyes and as she halfheartedly wiped a glass with a rag she spoke with an accent not familiar to Milo. “It’s my father...” She sighed, “He’s been taken by bandits and dragged into the forest..” She began to cry and Valor leaned forward to assure her they would find her father. She thanked them graciously and offered them a free night’s stay as a reward if they could bring him back safely.

“We should begin by looking for some clues, anything that could tell us about where exactly this man is being held.” Valor said as he turned to face the group of adventurers.

“Casia and I will look in the woods, see what we can find.” Hyacinth spoke confidently and Valor nodded at her and the two sisters turned to leave. Although he had wished they’d have time to relax, he was happy to see everyone eager to assist the girl. He figured they’d have time to rest after the fact. “Well now, that just leaves us.” Valor shrugged at Milo who only gave a “mhmm” in return. The two of them walked outside and Valor looked around wondering where to start. Milo’s eyes caught sight of an owl perched high in a tree and he wondered if the owl had seen anything. “Hello, Mr. Owl.” Milo spoke to the bird which caught Valor’s attention. “Hello... child of the forest...” the owl replied. “Have you seen the man who runs that inn?” Milo turned and pointed back towards the inn with the sad maiden behind the bar. “I saw, I did. Taken, he was.” the owl gave a hoot. “Could you take us to him?” Milo asked as he clasped his hands together hoping the owl would be kind. At this point in their talk, Valor had been watching curiously as he saw this druidic boy and owl hoot and coo at each other, truly a sight to behold. The owl gave another hoot and Milo frowned. He reached into his bag and pulled out a strip of dried meat and held it up to the owl who swooped down and grabbed it with its talons. With a loud hoot it flew off into the forest and Milo bounced into a run with a smile on his face. “He’ll show us where!” Milo called back to Valor as he ran after the owl and Valor jolted into a sprint without thinking. They ran past Casia and Hyacinth who were walking aimlessly. “The bird knows where he is!” Valor called to them as they ran by and though the orc sisters were confused they ran too and soon all four of them were running after an owl deep into the forest.

They stop short when the owl lands in a tree and the sound of voices startled them. Taking cover Hyacinth crept to the front and found the innkeeper locked in a cage surrounded by bandits. The whole area seemed like a camp. “We should go in at separate angles, split them up, throw them off.” Hyacinth whispered to the group. “They’re bandits, we’ll have to take them down. I’m sure the innkeeper’s a little worse for wear.” Valor stated. Milo held his staff closely and trembled with nerves and anxiety. After the last fight he doubted he could handle another so soon. As they began to move in a twig snapped under Hyacinth’s boot and upon being spotted she charged in with Casia close behind her. Valor ran for cover behind a tree and Milo stood frozen for a minute afraid to move ahead. At the sound of swords clashing and yelling and grunting Milo walks into the battle and sees one of the bandits attacking Casia. Again, without thinking he engulfs his staff with golden magic and runs up behind the bandit pushing him down and delivering a swift whack to his skull killing him instantly. Milo stood frozen in shock and Casia lept to another target, growling like a well seasoned warrior.

A gunshot behind Milo startled him and when he looked back to the body of the man he’d killed suddenly the ringing in his ears returned. He felt lightheaded and things felt hazy, the sounds of the battle came like muffled booms and the only clear thing Milo could make of it all was Valor who’d laid his gun down to make some kind of hand gesture. Milo blinked and swayed towards the fight trying to right himself, but the ringing was getting louder. He brought his hand to cover his ear and winced in pain. A bandit bumped into him but fell to the ground and the jolting push from it forced the ringing out of Milo’s ears and all of the sounds came rushing through in its place.

Once he composed himself enough he heard a shout from Valor, “guiding bolt!” or at least that’s what he thought he heard. When he looked he saw Valor point at one of the ruffians and a bright streak of light hit the man making him fall to the ground devoid of life. Milo slowly turned and saw death all around him, stiff bodies bleeding on the ground some cut up, split open, shot at. His breath caught in his throat and his bottom lip quivered. Suddenly he felt numb and in that moment everything felt like a dream. Everyone else was catching their breath and running to free the innkeeper. The battle had ended.

When they caught up to Milo he hadn’t moved from his spot Valor put a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently to bring him back to reality. How long had he been standing like that? “You alright, my friend? Come, we can’t stand here all day who knows if there will be more.” Milo was dragged along and his feet were moving but he was unaware of where he was going. He wiped his cheek on the way back feeling like something stuck to it and on his fingers he found blood from the bandit who’s head he’d smashed open. He gasped and wiped it quickly tears quickly filling his eyes.

They staggered inside the inn and the maiden who was cleaning glasses gasped and ran to her father crying and hugging him happy for his return. She thanked the adventurers and fulfilled her promise of free lodging and food for the night. The sounds all around Milo were deafened. He was unsure of what exactly happened, he didn’t remember how long it took to go back to the inn. When he was standing at the bar alone he was brought back to reality again by Valor’s gentle touch on his shoulder. “You’re looking a little pale. Let’s get some rest, Casia and Hyacinth have already retired to their room that just leaves the other one for us.” He gave his kindest smile and Milo nodded following him upstairs to their room. They settled their things beside the beds they chose to sleep in and Milo quickly noticed the drying out flowers in the windowsill. He walked over to them and Valor sat on his bed taking off his coat and gloves. With a swift move of his wrist Milo brought some life back into the flowers and when he turned around he saw Valor looking at his hands. Milo could see cuts and scars and to him they looked painful. “Are you hurt?” Milo asked him. “Oh, this?” Valor shifted around slightly embarrassed that he’d been caught. “No, it doesn’t hurt at all. No need to worry about me.” He smiled but Milo didn’t take that as an answer. He went to his leather bag and pulled out a pouch of herbs and medicinal pastes that he had and attempted to hand them over. Valor looked at the pouch and then at Milo and smiled again giving a light chuckle. "Not to worry, friend" he hides his hands from him, shaking just a bit, "it’s a blessing, from Ilmater, through my pain others can be helped and healed.” Valor reassured him and Milo frowned as he tucked the medicine away. With a shaky sigh he got himself ready for bed and without delay he climbed between the sheets and tried to sleep off the day. That night he had a horrifying dream that would keep him restless until morning.

To be continued...

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