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Book VI Chapter 6: Calling of Blood

Part 1: Hearing Voices

MID_SCENARIO_OPENING: Alfons: We will take the route Director Letizia informed us of and return to Askr, Princess Veronica. Anna: We need to investigate that village that's enclosed in darkness as well. I hope there's something we can do. Veronica: Indeed. Likewise, I will check on the situation here in Embla. Ash: ...On that note—although I admit that I cannot make promises, of course—I will say this, at least: Keeping hope is a key factor of success and I, too, endeavor to maintain mine going forward. Sharon: There's no need to worry! I'm sure everything will turn out well. Then Askr and Embla can cooperate and aid each other! Veronica: … Yes... Askr and—and Embla… Hrk! Urgh… Guhhh... Sharon: Princess...Veronica? Veronica: Why... Suddenly, I— AAAGGGH! Alfons: V-Veronica! Ash: Oh no... This is sure to be trouble. For such a terrible thing to happen, and now, of all times… The curse of Embla's blood haunts her body and mind, waiting for the moment to take control of her… And she...Embla will seek to kill all those who have come from Askr, myself included... Veronica: I must...kill. Veronica: Kill...Askr...

MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN: Veronica: Here... You die here... Askr! Alfons: I've never seen Embla's curse manifest like this before… Fight it, Princess Veronica!

MID_SCENARIO_MAP_END: Veronica: Kill... KILL… Nyah-AAAGH! The voice... It won't stop… telling me to kill... Sharon: Princess Veronica, are you back in control? Let me take a loo— Veronica: No! Stay back. Run... Hurry! If you stay here... You're as good as dead… I won't be able...to stop it! Anna: Everyone, pull back! Quickly!

MID_SCENARIO_ENDING: Alfons: The sight lines on this mountain route are certainly not ideal for understanding the terrain. That said, I suppose it is preferable to a retreat over an open field... Sharon: It's a good thing Letizia told us this route was an option. Um... Ash? Are you all right back there, by the way? Ash: Oh... Heh... Yes. Thank you for asking, and I do apologize for my pace. I am impressed by you all. Anna: A scout report's just come in! Sharon: What is it? Anna: We have a problem. The bridge up ahead has been knocked out. In order to get back to Askr from here, we'll have to take a rather lengthy detour... Alfons: Commander Anna, does this mean... Anna: It means someone is trying to stop us from returning to Askr. But...who? Surely it couldn't be anyone who serves Princess Veronica, could it? Alfons: Hm... An unknown foe...and one that is likely close by even now. I suspect our return to Askr will prove to be more of a challenge than we had anticipated...

Part 2: A Thief's Perspective

MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN: Renac: The name of the game is making money. Money is all that matters.

Part 3: An Archer's Tears

MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN: Namy: I'm Neimi. I've learned a little of archery. I hope it will be helpful to you.

MID_SCENARIO_ENDING: Bruno: My sincere apologies, Prince Xander. It seems I've brought you on another long journey to a fruitless land. Marks: You needn't worry. Princess Veronica requested I accompany you, so it is my pleasure, of course. Bruno: Thank you, Prince Xander. You've managed to give her the support I always wished I were able to. Even if something were to happen to me, I know that I can trust that she will be safe with you beside her. Marks: Please. You are her only brother. You cannot be replaced so easily! ...So, what shall we do now? Bruno: We keep going. No matter how long it takes. No matter the cost… I must find a way to break the curse of Embla's blood.

Part 4: A Sandstorm's Ascension

MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN: Jhosua_Bloom01: I was a fool in my youth, yes, but I learned much over these ten years.

MID_SCENARIO_ENDING: Veronica: Ungh... Letizia: Ah, Veronica... There you are. Are you all right? Veronica: S-Sissy, I... Letizia: Listen to me, Veronica. I've been looking for you. Something terrible has happened. You have been accused of treason. Veronica: Treason? Me?! Letizia: They're saying you are a traitor to your country—that you want to help Askr destroy Embla. And with the sudden attacks on the villages across Embla. They say it was you who ordered them. Powerful nobles are claiming you planned this for a long time now, and that they have proof. Veronica: All lies. I would never wish suffering on my own people. Letizia: Of course you wouldn't. I know that, and I believe you're telling me the truth. This is a conspiracy against you, designed to frame you for heinous crimes against Embla. In all likelihood, they have been planning this strike against you for some time now...But...how could we possibly prove any of that? What counterevidence do we have? Veronica: ...And what does Mother believe? Letizia: ...Her Majesty has ordered you be apprehended so that the truth might be ascertained. I am sorry, Veronica. I have no desire to harm you... So, please, come with me, peacefully. Veronica: Guh... This voice... Letizia: Veronica? Are you all right? Veronica: The voice... It won't stop… I can't fight it! Must... Veronica: Kill Askr... Letizia: Veronica, I cannot allow you to leave here so easi— Veronica! Where are you going?!

Part 5: Curtain's Fall

MID_SCENARIO_MAP_BEGIN: Anna: Princess Veronica is still in pursuit. We need to put some distance between us! Alfons: Embla's curse... She's being forced to turn on us against her will. Ash: Yes, your assessment is accurate. Mortals who have inherited Embla's blood cannot disobey her. Sharon: So even though Princess Veronica doesn't want to hurt us, she can't help but fight us? How can we ever hope to build any sort of relationship between Askr and Embla in that case?! Alfons: ... Veronica: Urrrgh... Rrraaahhh! ...R-run! Be— Before the voice... Veronica: Kill...Run while y— Kill...Askr!

MID_SCENARIO_MAP_END: Veronica: Rrr-raaaghhh! Anna: Let's go—while we can! Sharon: B-but, Princess Veronica… Should we really just leave her like this? Alfons: ...We have to go. We have no choice. There's nothing else we can do for her right now.

MID_SCENARIO_ENDING: Veronica: Ungggh… My head...feels like it's splitting in two. This voice...won't stop... Why has this...just started happening to me? Why...now? Letizia: Veronica, there you are. Please, do not run again. Veronica: Sissy… Forgive me... I did not mean to. Letizia: That is good... But unfortunately, Veronica, I have more bad news to deliver… It seems a forbidden tome was stolen from the imperial vaults. All the guards were found dead. Veronica: Who would do such a thing? Letizia: According to a soldier who claims to have survived the attack… It was you. Veronica: More lies! It could not have been me! Letizia: Yes, yes. I know that, of course. My little Veronica could never do such a thing. It seems you've stumbled into a trap. Someone is framing you. Veronica: Wh-who would do something like that to me? Letizia: I would. Veronica: ...Y-you?! Letizia: Yes. Me. Letizia. Your "Sissy." I did this to you. Who else could have won the loyalty of lords and nobles, leading them to suspicion, to think you treasonous? Convincing that "surviving" soldier to say exactly what I wanted was the easy part. Simple, but effective. Veronica: I don't understand...how could you do this to— You were always so kind to me… So caring... Letizia: Of course! I have been nothing but kind to my sweet little Veronica. It makes the sting of your undoing that much sweeter, doesn't it? Veronica: Sissy... Why? Letizia: Tell me, Veronica, do you remember when you told me royal status meant nothing to you? I remember as if it were yesterday. The two of us were sharing some tea in the garden one bright, sunny day. You said that...as long as we were able to stay close, you didn't care about titles. Such lovely words... Only later that day did I learn it was the spawn of a usurper that had spoken them. And after you had already taken everything from my family—from me. Veronica: ... Letizia: Now I will extend you the same courtesy and take everything from you! Your role as princess, the faith of your people... Everything you hold dear reduced to ash. Then, when you have lost it all… then tell me how little your royal status matters to you.

#feh #fire emblem heroes #datamine stuff

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malkaleh · 4 years ago

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1, 2 for meta asks

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project: There’s a part in Golden World that I’m like I Want This To Happen So Much. There’s also a part that’s Pain but will also be a thing I really want to get to. I cannot say more because spoilers but OH OH IT MAKES ME HAPPY.

1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Okay. I’ll go in bullet points under a read more.

Tudors

Iphigenia (the OT3 verse version of Iphigenia by @reganx2 which I should summarise to @pearlsthatwereeyes as ‘what if Iphigenia but the daughter lives + the shitty dad gets his after [redacted] to her children): I finally figured out that it need an addition to the current last chapter chapter and then an epilogue that’s like 20 years later because the lovely people over at @cosmonauthill’s Discord Server helped me figure a thing out.

Golden World (the Tudors OT3 Universe 1547 - [redacted] in which we meet Mihrimah Sultan, Princess of Wales, seeds are planted, golden worlds are building and some people are shit): I am so stuck on this particular chapter UGH. Possibly I should just skip it for a bit or something but I kind of need this chapter and the subsequent one(s) to set up things for a time skip and the later part of the story but my brain is like U SUCK U WILL GET IT WRONG so I have to wrangle it into shape. This is

Let Us Dream (Modern AU OT3 Romance Dot Gif): Should really just mark this as incomplete :(. I also can’t decide whether it’s any good or not but I adore the fic it was inspired by so AAAGH.

Lucky Stars And Moon (OT3 Modern Royalty AU In Our World): I want to write more and do more graphics but it also requires me to like, think about tabloid journalism.

A Queen Twice Over (Basically a fic of fic making it OT3 in which Mary (Rose) Tudor marries Francis I): Needs like, words and also an outline.

Into The Fire (Sort of ’Game of Thrones but in England’ featuring all of Henry’s siblings live but also they have an awful oldest brother and they are rebelling against him): I know how it goes but it goes dark and I’m not sure if I’m in the headspace for that.

Exile AU (Henry does a Stupid, exiles Anne and Tom, marries Jane, it turns out Anne is (a) still pregnant and (b) gives birth to Prince Thomas): Exists in Tumblr Posts.

Dark Mirror AU (Consorts AU AU in which Henry and KOA listen to Norwich :/): also only exists in tumblr fic.

Queen Of Blood AU (Mary decides to take a turn left from It’s Always Darkest and take Nofolk up on his offer of the throne): also only exists in tumblr fic.

The Witcher

Witcher Narnia (The Witcher In Narnia): I really want to write the story of Calenthe The Last Queen Of Narnia Before The White Witch but possibly I need to wait until I watch S2 to get inspired. I do have a soundtrack for it though. Also maybe yell flail at @shes-a-voodoo-child @ruffboijuliaburnsides about it.

Witcher Hunger Games (The Witcher in the Hunger Games AU which = things are both better and worse): I want to write the Yen and Jaskier first meeting in dive bar story and then maybe some of Yen’s games in detail.

Meet Cute On Set (Or ‘Jaskier is an actor, Geralt is the equestrian trainer/teacher and it’s filming The Tudors but my Tudors OT3 unverse Tudors because Joey Batey played Mark Smeaton in Wolf Hall’ Yen is a director/producer): I want to research more about the equestrian side of things etc.

Witcher Tortall (Because Yen Has Purple Eyes): sadly exists only in tumblr posts right now.

Misc

It’s Not Because Of You, It’s Beause Of Me (Ted Lasso fic about Jamie Tartt with a take on his backstory that is complete on it’s own but could also have another chapter): maybe maybe will have something else.

#meme #meta meme #lil and her ridiculous aus #wips

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tsuraiwrites · 4 years ago

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Can I ask for "Can't you stay a little longer?" for frostiron or winteriron? There so many to pick from aaagh

thanks for the prompt and your patience, mar! 💜 these keep turning out super salty towards the ex-avengers so I appreciate you sticking with me.

for this prompt meme. I absolutely love doing these prompts, so anyone is free to send more for the fandoms I write for.

Fic: For the Price of One

Tony is injured in Siberia, his suit disabled. Loki is left to clean up the aftermath.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Anthony croaks, reaching out, and Loki catches his hand before the human can overextend himself, careful of the equipment surrounding his healing bed. The last of the healers have left Stark alone in a private room, and even now the sight of him bruised and bandaged is enough to have Loki’s blood running hot with rage.

“I must go,” he says regretfully. “Your armor yet remains in the bunker,” from where Loki had ripped it off with his seidr in panic, desperate to confirm whether or not Anthony was still alive, “and I know you would prefer no one find those dead soldiers, yes?” He gently squeezes the mortal’s hand, watching Anthony war with himself until sense overcomes sentiment, even through the haze of the pain-killing drugs.

“Okay, you have a point,” Anthony sighs, attempting to pull away. Loki catches his hand before he does, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his bruised knuckles.

“I will return shortly, once all is secured,” Loki assures. He is still very tempted to go and take his rage out on the men who hurt his lover so, but taking care of Anthony and transporting him back to the Compound for healing took priority, and he knows Anthony does not wish him to take vengeance.

Not yet. Not when it would be much better served by Anthony himself.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Anthony grumbles, his eyes already starting to droop with exhaustion and medication. Loki doesn’t do more than smile – even through the burning anger, he has only to look on Anthony’s face to bring light to his own. Even with the urgency of the situation, the possibility of someone walking into the room, Loki waits until Anthony is drifting into sleep before he carefully sets the man’s hand down on the bed and teleports away.

It will be some hours yet before “Odin” needs to show his face outside his chambers – Loki has more than enough time to collect Anthony’s suit and take care of less pleasant tasks.

The cold air of the Siberian bunker affects him little, but the bitter wind blowing snow over the remains of red and gold armor is a reminder of how close Anthony came to dying this day. Loki gathers the pieces quickly, seething as he picks up the scraps of the chestplate with its shattered and dark arc reactor and deposits them into his personal pocket of non-space.

Then he turns to the all-too-familiar shield. For a long moment Loki has to fight the urge to simply fling the weapon that had brought such harm into the deepest depths of space, prevailing only with the knowledge that Anthony will think of a much more impactful use for it when he is ready to make his move. Regretfully, he stashes the shield away too.

The remains of the arm he melts into slag on the spot, with great satisfaction.

It takes little effort to dispose of the Winter Soldiers, and Loki finds his thoughts drifting with the anticipation to return, back to where he can keep an eye on Anthony and ensure his safety. The danger is all around now, and though Loki is only just beginning to grasp the current Midgardian political climate, he knows that the men who left Anthony broken and bleeding here are not his lover’s only enemies.

Loki, loathe as he is to admit it, cannot be on Midgard and constantly by Anthony’s side as he would wish, not with the preparations he’s been making for Thanos both on Asgard and in other realms. Neither can he count on Rhodes, not with the man laid up in his own healing bed. Even FRIDAY watching over Anthony’s recuperation is not enough – she has no hands with which to defend her creator while he languishes, healing at the slow rate of any mortal.

That thought is the one that makes Loki pause.

It’s a thought that’s occurred to Loki before, of course, especially when he has little doubt that Anthony will be among those who face the Titan head on when he comes. He is human, with all the disadvantages that come with it.

But he could be more.

Loki sucks in a frigid breath, truly contemplating it for the first time. Such a gift would be… weighty indeed. The last person not Aesir to be given an Apple was Frigga, and she was not mortal herself before receiving it as a wedding gift from Odin. But Anthony will have little idea of the cultural implications of such a gift, will only need to know that it will heal him, will keep him from aging for centuries yet.

Centuries he might choose to spend with Loki, should they survive the battle to come.

The thought is both a comfort and a thrill, finally cooling the temper he’d been wrestling with ever since he’d viewed Anthony being beaten down from Odin’s all-seeing throne. And then comes doubt. He’s never heard Anthony express a wish for more strength, a longer life. He may reject the Apple, may reject all the implications that come with Loki even offering it to him.

But Loki wants, wants more than anything. If he can ensure Anthony understands the offer comes with no obligations, no strings-

Well, maybe one string. After all, it cannot be any harder to requisition two apples from Idunna, rather than one. If his friend Rhodes will accept it as a method of healing his injury, perhaps Anthony will do the same, knowing that he will be guaranteed at least one friend not lost to the passing years.

A plan coming together in his mind, Loki brushes away the last of the dust that remains of the Winter Soldiers’ bodies and departs. First he will return to the Compound to check on Anthony, and then… well, then he supposes the rest will be up to the Norns.

#fic #mcu #marvel #frostiron #loki/tony stark #bxdcubes

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is-that-another-soulmate-au · 5 years ago

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Me? Combine two soulmate AUs and add in an animal hybrid AU????

Of courze, buckle up buddies this is gonna be a bit if a bumpy ride

Dream soulmate/soulpairs AU/Soulmate Ribbons AU/Animal Hybrid AU

Dream: Basically like last time you cant control when you visit, you cant see them, you cant say your name or where you're from. But this time its a legit group dream. In the dream your soulmate(s) will have a ribbon around them apposed to the simply blurred soulpair(s)

Ribbon/animal hybrid: with the ribbon au it ties in with the animal for the most part. You're born with a ribbon tied around your animal feature, whether it be at the base of a fluffy wolf tail, the end of a cat/lemur tail, at the base of cat ears/bunny ears, on any type of horns. Regardless of where it happens to be tied, it cannot be removed, it can be burnt or singed but it cant be cut or removed. The color of your soulmates nation appears after you meet your them, and you can then see the color of yours around them during dreams

So basically Zuko's 12th birthday he goes to sleep and in his dream there are three people with one surrounded by a pale white ribbon.

"H-hello?" He called out.

"Hi!" A cheery voice called out

"Im assuming you're all.. not my soulmate, because I'm 8" a slightly annoyed young girl called

"Your a soulfriend for me!" A chipper Boys voice broke through, the voice of the bright figure

"Uhm, I know I can't know your names, but I'd like to be able to distinguish between all of you... uhm,"

"Call me Bandit" the younger girl called out

"You can call me Oshi"

"And uhm..."

"I'll call you turtleduck" zuko interrupted him

"What? Why that?"

"Uh, well, I have a turtleduck pond by my home and I like it there, and uh, your my soulmate so..."

"Oh! Uhmm... what should I call you?" The boy paused a moment

"Sunshine? Maybe?"

"Yeah! Sunshine!"

"Alright, so, Bandit, Oshi, Turtleduck, and Sunshine?" Oshi piped in

"Yeah," bandit hummed "by the way, whats a turtle duck?"

"Ill show you one whe-"

"Im blind"

"What? Oh, im sorry, I didnt know. Well, if we ever meet I'll let you hold one. I'm sure it'll get the idea across."

"Youre blind?! That sounds so cool! I bet your other senses are heightened" Oshi chirped at the thought

"Yeah, and so is my bending! I can see with me bending, but im not too good at it yet"

"You're a bender? I dont know if we can find out what kind" Turtleduck mused

"Let me try... im an earthbender!"

"Woah! Cool! So you use earthbending to see?" Zuko questioned

The rest of the dream was fairly blurry to him. He ran to his mom to talk about his dream, going on about Oshi, Bandit and Turt; he shortened turtleduck because well, he wanted to.

They dont meet up until later that year, after his mother had left him he was found crying

"Sunny?" He heard Bandit call out

"Huh!? Oh hey guys, sorry, im fine" he sighed "I- I lost my mom just last week"

They all comforted him and then pulled the conversation to different topics, Turt talking about going hunting with his dad and getting hit wolf tail caught on a fishing line. Bandit talked about her earthbending and how she learned how to use her badger tail to bend as well. Oshi all the while hovered as close as the dream would let her, it felt similar to a motherly protection and he appreciated it greatly.

The next time they saw eachother was about two nights after his banishment he was found pouting but quickly came out it the pout when he heard Turt calling out

"SUNNY! Sunny! Hi! Oh Tui! Hi Bandit! Hi Oshi!"

"Hey Turt!" The girls called out "Sunny, whats got you down?"

He sighed "i left the firenation today"

"Woah woah, hold on, why did you leave- oh were you from there? Why would you leave?" Oshi pried.

"Uhm, I was banished for losing an agni kai against my dad"

"An Agn- thats a firebending duel! Your still just 13!" Turt cried out

"Yeah, well, my dad doesnt care about that, he made sure I'd remember that by burning me, now i have to find the avatar before I can return home"

Their conversation lasted for what felt like several blurry hours. When he woke it was to Iroh walking in with some tea. Zuko shot up and managed to get his blanket caught in his horns "AAAGH!" He growled out "help... please" iroh simply chuckled and untangled the blankets from Zuko's horns

"How was your sleep nephew?" Iroh asked as he started to pour them some tea, handing Zuko his cup.

"I talked to Oshi, Bandit and Turt again" he mumbled while bringing the cup to his lips and blowing some of the steam away.

"Thats good, were you able to discuss your banishment? I'm not sure if the dreams will let you, my soulmate and I have never met nor have we ever left our nations"

"Yeah, I was able to tell them everything, well the banishment and" he motioned to his now healing eye wound.

They had met a few more times over the next three years, Oshi revealing that she has a lion tail that is most certainly not as clumsy as Turt's consistently caught wolf tail.

About a week after Zuko arrived at the southpole and managed to lose the avatar there was another dream

"Sunny!" Turt sounded angry

"Uh, y-yeah?"

"You visited my tribe today" the ribbon around Turt was red

"Oh, uh yeah, I'm sorry. Did I hurt someone, I wasn't trying to, I just needed to grab the avatar"

"YOU DONT NEED THE AVATAR SUNNY!" Turt was fuming "youre chasing the avatar for what? The love of an abusive father?"

"Hes no-

"He is Sunny! I dont know the full extent of it. But if he broke your horn, burnt you, and then BANISHED YOU all for speaking out of turn, then that spells abusive!! That level of abuse and your level of wanting to be back says clearly that you were neglected and abused, what the FUCK Sunny!"

Zuko was frozen but it wasnt silent

"We've been trying to tell you this Sunny, your dad is terrible and you deserve actual love, your uncle is a much better dad than him, and you know it" Oshi piped up

"Yeah, I know but-"

"And! If I ever get my hands on him, it'll be his last day alive. Mark. My. Words" Bandit cracked her knuckles

The dream went on for a while longer with the trio eventually convincing Zuko he shouldn't search for his fathers love by capturing the avater. Turt managed to convince him to join forces with the avatar the next time he saw them. The next time he met up with the avatar was on Kyoshi Island, where he entered the town without his armor or helmet, and instead wearing casual garmets.

"What are you doing here Zuko?" Katara growled at him with the hairs on her tail standing on end. Aang was behind her with his lemur tail flicking angrily.

"Well, im not here to capture you if that's what you think. I came to join you"

"Why would we ever believe that?" Aang's voice was nearly as angry as Katara's

Sokka was beside Katara in a similar stance but had yet to respond

"Well, I honestly don't expect you to believe me, unless any of you happen to be Turt, Oshi or Bandit." He paused "look I was burnt and banished at 13 by my own father just for speaking up in a war meeting about how cruel it was to sacrifice new recruites for a bigger win, and my father sent me out to find the avatar." He sighed "i would have continued but Turt and Oshi managed to help me understand where I was wrong in thinking and made me see just how abusive my dad is"

"Sunny?" Sokka finally spoke but was matched with one of the Kyoshi warriors

"Huh? I mean, yeah they call me that, wait are you Turt?" He then turned to the warrior and saw the lion tail "Oshi!?" He stepped back in a moment of surprise.

"Oh my gods Sunny what the hell!" The wolf and lion laughed

"Wait, Zuko is the Sunny you've been talking about!?" Katara and Aang said in unison.

From there out Zuko was a part of the team. Suki having to stay behind for the time being. The group traveled via Appa or by boat. Katara, Sokka and Iroh having lengthy in depth conversations about waterbending and pai sho. He may or may not have been making an attempt to recruit them both slowly but surely.

When they met Toph she put two and two together so fast. "You're Sunny and Turt!" She exclaimed before they duo could introduce eachother

"Wait! Bandit!" Thay said in unison

"The one and only Blind Bandit!" She said proudly.

After meeting with her Zuko became acquainted with a chaotic good type younger sister as apposed to his own chaotic evil. Toph would often launch herself into his shoulders, grab his horns and say "onward noble dragon steed!!" Which he didnt mind so he never complained much.

Let's fast forward to the desert. While Sokka Aang and Katara went into the library to explore, Zuko and Iroh stayed behind with toph to protect Appa, when the Sand benders arrived while the Library was sinking the two firebenders fought off the sandbenders until the trio emerged and they ran off. Zuko, however had fought practically tooth and nail to keep appa there, dodging sand and blasting fire to distract the benders when they tried to use the sand beneath his feet against him. He collapsed from the exhaustion of not only fighting with a dozen benders in their element, but also the heat of the sun. Iroh on the other hand asked Katara for a bit of water to make sure he didnt collapse as well.

"Zuko!" Aang cried out when he watched Zuko collapse in the sand. They all got back on Appa and made their way out of the dessert.

Not long after they stopped at a small body of water to rest and wash up Appa so he wouldn't be shedding and attracting anyone Zuko taking a hot minute to get his strength back. They were approached by a couple who happened to have a baby on the way and Zuko nudged Aang "we should take them with us, yknow, spread some joy"

So they flew the couple with them to Ba Sing Se with them. They managed to get in to tell the earth king their invasion plan, as well as taking down the dai li with the proof of the drill right outside the wall. Without having the advantage of the Kyoshi disguises Azula didnt manage to gain the upperhand against Ba Sing Se, and in turn she had no idea about the invasion plan. Aang had his crisis at Ember island before the invasion and met the lion turtle just before they had to leave.

When the invasion began Zuko and Aang both went off to the city, Zuko in his blue spirit get up with his swords on his back literally being dangled in the air by Aangs weirdly strong ass tail. When the landed on the roof, it was still a bit until the fire kicked off. So they were dodging fire balls while running towards the palace, however right before they went into the throne room Azula appeared. She went to shoot fire but was shocked to see no fire come out. Aang smirked and bended the earth around her to keep her in place.

They went in to Ozai, Zuko drawing his swords and Aang readying himself to fight a powerful bender who possibly had skills other than bending. But they were met with a practically powerless man who didn't take long to defeat, taking his life wasn't the option, however, Aang knew that, and so he took his bending away, to the absolute awe of Zuko who watched the blinding light for a moment before shielding his eyes.

After the success of the invasion Iroh took the throne when Zuko told him he was simply not ready. However Iroh made a deal with him, he would be firelord for all of 5 years, set the ground work for Zuko and let his nephew take up some studying in the other nations as well as his own to figure out how he would rule after the 5 years were up.

And he did, he gathered as much information from the other nations, all with Sokka joining with him. He spend a year at the south pole, helping rebuild the place, he spend a year at the northpole studying the scrolls available, he spent a year going to each large earth kingdom city, and then he spent his fourth year in the firenation reading every scroll he could. One night while in his room reading through a pile of scrolls he leaned onto Sokka's shoulder for support, but Sokka took the scroll out of his hands "alright enough reading for you tonight, come on little dragon its bedtime"

Sokka's tail was absentmindedly wagging side to side as he helped his soulmate undress and get into more comfortable clothes, of course getting the cloth stuck on those pesky horns a couple times. But soon they were both laying in bed with Zuko resting his cheek against Sokka's chest while Sokka ran his fingers through his hair.

They could stay like this forever. And wouldn't you know it, after Zuko took the throne he proposed to Sokka and the two were soon married, the Wolf and the Dragon.

At the wedding Toph and Suki were the first to show up, bringing gifts, Suki gave them a pair of gold fans, one with a turtleduck on it and the other with a sun on it. Toph on the otherhand had brought a dagger with a dragon carved on the blade and a wolfs head on the handle.

>another marraige wrap up? Of course, its me what else would I do?

#RayMakesSoulmates #i will die on my endless soulmate au hill #soulmate alternate universe #soulmates #ambassador sokka #atla sokka #sokka x zuko #sokka #atla zuko #prince zuko #zuko #zukka #fire lord zuko #suki #atla toph #toph beifong #canon who?#lets throw the whole canon away shall we?#canon divergence

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kyouxa · 6 years ago

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shin Tsukinami (Story 05+CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Monologue

Carla-san who sucked my blood, went outside, but he left a lookout who was Azusa-kun.

Shin-kun seemed to be suffering because of the whip wounds from Carla-san and the previous events.

I thought it would be dangerous to do so, but I managed to go to Shin-kun, after all I couldn't control my body well which means I couldn't stand. I shrank away as if I was crawling.

Place: Violet mansion — Dungeon

Yui: (Carla-san has left, but this time Azusa-kun is watching us...)

Shin: Haa... Haa...

Yui: Shin-kun, are you okay... !? Are your wounds hurting?

(He is suffering because Carla-san was whipping him so much ... it must be pretty painful...)

(Even though they are real brothers, they don’t even look at each other like that... this can‘t be happening)

Please wait... ! Right now, I’ll get a little closer... !

*Yui moves forward*

Shin: Haa... Haa... crap... why are my limbs hurting so much... !

Yui: (It‘s painful for him...)

(I also don't get enough power in my feet because of the previous blood sucking ... but I have to reach Shin-kun ...)

*Yui moves again*

Yui: Shin-kun... please wait...

Shin: Haa...

Yui: Shin-kun... are you okay... ?

Shin: ...Ngh, shouldn’t you care about yourself... ? Like this, I will be oka... ngh... probably not...

Crap... ! Why am I feeling like this...

Yui: Shin-kun... ?

(— What is he doing... ?)

Shin: A while ago ... an unfamiliar sight ... was poured into my head ... ngh...

Yui: ...Nh!

(That’s right... ! His original and fake memories are mixed up and they’re confused him...!)

(Shin-kun is suffering because of his memories...)

Shin-kun! Please, everything will be fine... !

Shin: Haa... Haa... what is up with you...

Yui: (I need to try to distract him .... That's right ...)

Shin: You are also yours... for you to let him suck you right in front of me.

Yui: I‘m sorry...

Shin: Wrong... that’s not the case right now... I might go crazy like this...

Yui: Everything is okay, so calm down… Shin-kun

(I can't endure to see Shin-kun like this ...!)

(But, what can I do to help him ...)

Choices

1) — Those are your real memories... ! (Black)

2) — But, everything is okay... ! (White) ♡ ♡ ♡

— Those are your real memories... !

Yui: Shin-kun ...! Those are your real memories!

Shin: Nn... can’t you just shut up about that... ?

Yui: I'm sorry ... I just ...

Shin: Oh shit, my chest excrement is bad ...

Yui: (After all it didn’t change anything...)

(Ah, I just got impatient ...)

(Shin-kun seems to suffer so much ...)

(I’m worried, I’m worried… If this goes on it’s going to tear apart my chest...)

— But, everything is okay... ! ♡

Yui: Shin-kun ... everything is okay. Please calm down. Why don’t you try to breathe slowly?

(He looks more pained than before now)

Shin: Shut up. Don't mess around. With your unnecessary... comments...

Yui: I-I’m sorry... it’s okay...

Shin: What should be okay ... You’re really making me angry with that attitude…

Yui: (He is getting angry at me...)

end Choices

Shin: If you're so worried about me, think about something already.

Yui: Think about ...

(When it comes to this ... I know what I have to do)

*Yui undresses herself*

Yui: Here ... Shin-kun, please suck my blood.

Shin: ...Ngh!!

Hah... ! Are you being serious? Aren’t you just trying to bluff me?

Yui: It's okay. I don't want to see Shin-kun suffering anymore like this. So please, drink.

Shin: ...Ngh!

Are you ... really being serious? Why ...

Hmph, if you say so, I won’t hesitate to hold back anymore.

See, you need to come closer like this.

*Shin pulls Yui closer*

Yui: Yes...!

Shin: This way, isn’t it easier to suck?

Yui: Yes...

(The position we are in right now, it’s a little bit embarrassing...)

(But, if I just can make this a little easier for him then...)

Shin: Haa ... you smell incredibly sweet ...

Yui: Nh...

(It tickles... !)

Shin: Haa... Nn...

Yui: Nh...

Shin: Nn... ahh... I feel myself revived again ...

Nn... ahh... nh... haa... it’s way too hot ... but, I can’t stop... !

My fangs ... I'll let them sink in deeper ...

Yui: Yes ... ahh, Shin... kun ...

Shin: You look comfortable as well...

♡ Roses ♡

Shin’s hand: Your hair is pretty soft, it feels good to have my fingers entangled in it like this

Shin’s mouth: More... I want more... this cannot be all... I need more so it won’t be a waste...

Yui: (Shin-kun, have you settled down a little ...?)

Shin: ... Nh ... haa ... is it okay, to get more?

Yui: Nh ... Shin-kun ... it’s okay, drink more… nn...

Shin: Nh ... haa... your blood, uh ... uh uh aaagh... !

Yui: Shin-kun ...!?

Shin: Nh... it is the scene from a while ago ... it’s a sight that I have never seen in my head ...!

Yui: Shin-kun ...! What happened in that sight!?

(Something he has never seen before, could it be that his true memories are coming back... !?)

(If that is the case, I need to keep an eye on him so he might eventually regain his memories...)

(But, I don't want to see Shin-kun suffering anymore. What else can I do to help...)

Shin: Aghh... my head hurts so much ... what ... what on earth is this... !?

Yui: (Shin-kun, his memories are suddenly returning, that’s probably why he can't catch up with his feelings and body ...)

Shin: This is... could it be...! Is this the awakening to become the king... ?

Ha, haha ... that would be convenient! I've always been aiming for this chance ... I'm sure it will become true in this way!

Hahaha... ! Ngh... aghhh...

Yui: Calm down, Shin-kun... !! First of all we have to manage your headache before we worry about anything else... !

Shin: Be quiet! This is the punishment I receive for becoming the king, don’t bother me! ...Ngh!

*Shin falls down*

Yui: (No, he won’t listen to me at all!)

(But right now he looks so pained and I don't know what would happens if I leave him alone now!)

(That's right... ! I need to talk to our lookout, Azusa-kun)

(Azusa-kun, he may be able to help us getting out of here if I beg him...)

Azusa-kun ...!

Azusa: Eve... ? What happened ...? Shin-san, he looks really pained...

Yui: Azusa-kun, please. I want you to let us out of here ...!

I don’t want to let Shin-kun rest in such a place, I want him to get better in a proper bed.

Azusa: I can't fulfill that request ... because ... I have to follow whatever Carla’s orders are...

Yui: It may be like that... but, I really need your help Azusa-kun... ! Shin-kun is desperately suffering right now... !

Azusa: .....

Shin: Haa... ugh... ngh...

Yui: Azusa-kun, you are the only one I can rely on for now...

Azusa: But...

Yui: No matter how great he seems, if he keeps on feeling this pain, he might actually die... !

I’m begging you Azusa-kun! I don't want to lose Shin-kun!

Azusa: ...Ngh!!

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: ... I get it ... please wait a minute ...

Yui: Eh...

(Azusa-kun ...? Will he really open the gate?)

Azusa: This is ... Shin-san’s key to his neck chain ... the prison ... I'll keep it open as well...

Yui: Azusa-kun... !! Thank you!

Shin-kun, I'll remove the collar right now.

Shin: Nghh ...

Yui: Ah... Shin-kun!

Are you okay? Please grab my shoulder.

Shin: Haa...

Yui: Okay good.

Azusa-kun, thank you so much ...

I'm sure Carla-san will be angry ... I'm sorry, this is all my fault.

(I didn't notice it because I was desperate, but if he’ll notice we escaped, Azusa-kun will be in trouble)

Azusa: It’s okay, don’t worry… I’m... I’m going to be fine…

Yui: Azusa-kun ...

(I'm sure he's not going to be okay, but he really cares for me)

(Even if he doesn’t remember me, Azusa-kun has always been kind)

Azusa-kun, I really am grateful for what you did.

Azusa: ... Yes.

Shin: Hey... you, why are you helping us... ?

Azusa: Surely this is ... what I have to do, that's why ...

Shin: Hmm ... Well, it is convenient if we can escape. We’ll leave now.

Yui: Y-Yes...! Can you walk Shin-kun? Is the headache all right now?

Shin: Yea, somehow it calmed down because the neck collar came off. You don’t need to care about that anymore.

Yui: Okay, then let’s go!

I'm sorry, but thank you so much, Azusa-kun! Please be safe ...!

Azusa: Yes..

*Shin and Yui leave*

Azusa: Eve...

I'm going... to be a folded paper, once Carla will find out... but I don't care ...

More than that ... Eve ...

Please be careful...

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projectomerta · 5 years ago

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Giotto - The Apprentice

“Where could the bastard have gone?” The boy whispered to himself. He kept searching the streets of Rome for the bastard that killed one of his own. The search was in vain, so he returned to the hideout.

“Cazzo!” He shouted. “I cannot let him escape!”

“Giotto, lower your voice.” Said a man with a deep voice.

The boy turned around when he heard his name. “Mentor,” he said, “you cannot expect me to be calm in a situation like this! He murdered Marta! In cold blood!”

“I understand, but being angry won’t make it better.” The Mentor let out a long sigh before continuing. “Look, we do have to take action, but we need to be smart and not wander around aimlessly through the streets.” He paused before continuing. “We’ll go to the brothel and ask any of Martha’s friends if they noticed anything unusual around the time of the crime.. And I also need to see my mother and my sister.”

The boy nodded in agreement and followed his Mentor to the brothel.

When the duo arrived, two women immediately came to speak to them. One of them was a lady with beautiful brown hair and pale skin. The second one was an older woman with similar features to her younger counterpart.

“Giotto! Brother!” She called out, with tones of despair and sadness in her voice. “You have to get him! Marta deserved better than this!” She looked down and bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry,” she said, “Give me a moment, please…”

Giotto tried to say something, but he couldn’t come up with anything. He wanted to comfort Claudia, but anger was all that was on his mind, and, as his Mentor told him moments ago, anger won’t better the situation.

“Ezio,” the older woman started, “your sister was very close to Marta. They quickly became friends as soon as we came to Rome, she was like a younger sister for Claudia…”

Giotto looked at Ezio before saying, “Mentor, I’m sorry I didn’t share this information. Miss Claudia had told me about this, but I forgot to inform you in the heat of the moment…”

“It’s fine, Giotto. You can wait outside if it calms you down. I’ll get the information we need from my mother and I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you, Mentor.” He looked at the older woman, “I’m sorry Mistress Maria.” He left the brothel.

Giotto couldn’t keep the image of Claudia crying out of his mind. Her suffering was the reason he wanted to catch the culprit of Marta’s death.

A few minutes went by and Ezio walked out of the brothel.

“Please go see if Claudia is fine.” Ezio asked of his mother before closing the door and walking towards Giotto. “I have good news.” He said.

Giotto looked at his Mentor, dying of anticipation, and asked, “What is it? Do we know who did it?”

Ezio took a breath before talking, “No, but we know it was a templar. The wound on her body was clearly inflicted by an axe, so-”

“That means it was probably a templar or a mercenary!” Giotto interrupted.

Ezio smiled at his pupil. “Yes, I was just about to say that, but we know for sure it was a templar who did it. Claudia was talking to Marta when a client requested her, and she recognized his clothes.”

Giotto’s face grew somber as he heard what his Mentor had told him. “But there are countless templars in Rome! How are we suppo-” He abruptly stopped talking, with a gasp. He looked Ezio in the eyes with a panicked look and said, “Marta was killed two days before we arrived from our assignment. If Miss Claudia knew the face of the culprit wh-”

“Ezio!” Maria interrupted. “Your sister is gone! I went to look for her and she’s nowhere to be found!”

“Dammit! She went after him…” Ezio was worried and started pacing back and forth in front of the brothel.

Giotto was breathing heavily and his heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump right out of his chest. He was staring at the stone pavement with a blank expression. In his head he considered every possibility of where Marta’s murderer could be and, consequently, where Claudia could have gone.

Giotto suddenly looked at Ezio. “She’s smart, she wouldn’t have gone after him now with us here if she didn’t think we wouldn’t catch on to what she’s doing.”

Maria’s face lit up. “There is a Borgia tower nearby! Maybe she went there!” Maria looked at her son. “Ezio, please! Find your sister before anything happens to her!”

“I will, Mother. Don’t worry.” Ezio signaled Giotto to follow him. “Good thinking, ragazzo. If only you could use a blade like you use your head…”

Giotto chuckled at his Mentor’s joke.

They climbed, ran and jumped their way to the nearby area controlled by the Borgia until they reached a building from where they could see the tower and its surroundings.

“We won’t gain anything from standing here. See these two?” Ezio pointed down at two guards standing directly beneath them. “If Claudia came here from the brothel she must have walked past them. We’ll kill one of them and question the other one.”

Giotto gave an approving nod. “Alright. Where do I wait?”

“Wait?” Ezio laughed at his pupil. “You’re the one doing the killing!”

“But Mentor, I have never performed an air assassination.” Giotto said, flustered. “I wouldn’t even know how to move or jump properly! I-”

“Giotto!” Ezio interrupted, now with a serious look, “I trained you myself. I know what you’re capable of.” He smiled at Giotto, “Even if I were to kill him, you don’t have the strength to hold the other one down. Besides, an air assassination is perfect for you.”

“How so?”

“The reason why you lose all of the sparring matches against the other recruits is because you’re weaker and your blows don’t have much weight behind them.” Ezio began, “but in air assassinations you build momentum with the jump.”

Giotto was beyond himself with worry and doubt. “What if I fail?”

Ezio gave him a suspicious look with narrowed eyes. “You like my sister, don’t you?”

Giotto’s heart went haywire and his face blood red. He couldn’t even begin to hide his feelings for Claudia, not even in front of his mentor - her brother, even. “Well...I... I mean... Miss Claudia is very pretty, and-”

“Hahahaha!” Ezio’s laughter interrupted the enamored boy. “Don’t be shy. No one is made out of steel, it’s normal to have feelings. What I want to tell you is: think about her. Think about what could happen to her if we don’t act right now. You can do it Giotto.”

The boy looked down at his target. He was embarrassed because of what his Mentor said, but he decided to follow his advice and focused his thoughts on Claudia. He closed his eyes and he could clearly see her pale skin contrasting with her beautiful dark brown hair. Giotto wouldn’t want Claudia to even damage her clothes, let alone something worse. He steeled his nerve. He tested the hidden blade on his right arm to make sure it worked just fine. He looked down and honed in on his target with unparalleled focus. He took a deep breath… and jumped!

His jump reached its peak and Giotto started descending. Even as he fell his concentration did not falter. All he could see was the space with no armor between the guard’s shoulder plate and his neck.

When his judgement determined it was the right time, Giotto lunged his arm the target’s neck, activating his hidden blade and stabbing him in the ne-

Clink.

Giotto hit the shoulder plate at a bad angle and his blade broke. He crashed into the guard, knocking him face down on the floor. He was panicking and his heartbeat went into overdrive and, as he tried getting up, Giotto was knocked sideways by something that hit his right arm. The boy looked up at the other guard and saw the smoke coming out of his gun’s barrel and just as he realized what was going on his Mentor came down from the roof killing the guard that shot him.

“Giotto, are you ok?”

“Aaagh!” He grunted, “I’m fine… We need to find Miss Claudia.” Giotto got up on his feet with the help of his mentor and they both hid in a side street so Ezio could bandage his wound, leaving the unconscious guard behind.

“Alright... Go back to the brothel.” Ezio began, “They’ll give you a place to rest while someone calls a medic.”

Giotto had never felt pain like that, and he could barely move his arm from the pain, but something hurt him far more than any physical injury ever could: not knowing whether Claudia was safe or not. “Hnngh!” He grunted as he attempted to get up by himself. “I’m not going anywhere until Miss Claudia is safe and sound!”

Ezio gently pushed him back down. “You’ll just hold me back! The longer you keep me here arguing the longer my sister stays in danger!” Giotto was almost like a son to Ezio, but all he had in mind was Claudia. “It’s fine if you don’t go anywhere, I should be back in time to take you to a medic myself.” And with those words Ezio turned his back on his pupil.

Giotto had always respected his Mentor’s word above everything else, even his pledge to the Creed, but in that split second when Ezio turned his back on him, he felt nothing but anger towards him. He used his legs to propel himself forward and grabbed on to Ezio’s robes, pulling them down to get himself back up and his Mentor faced him. Giotto let go of Ezio and stared him in the eyes.

Ezio looked at his pupil standing up straight, showing no signs of pain. Moreover, Giotto was looking at him with more determination than he had ever seen from the boy, but he could also see a hint of despair he had never seen from the boy, not even four years ago when he saved him from the Templar’s clutches, in Firenze. “Come boy… I’m sorry.” He said, “But don’t expect me to slow down for you.”

“Grazie, Mentor. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Let’s go, we can get there by foot.”

There, they started having doubts about where to look. Since Giotto’s assassination attempt went wrong, they couldn’t get any information from the templar guards as they initially intended.

After a few moments of pondering, both Ezio and Giotto agreed that they needed to get inside the main building where the Borgia ruled the area. They could see four guards standing in front of an archway, one of them was armored from head to toe, sporting a battleaxe, while the other three were wearing steel breastplates, arm guards, shin guards and had maces for weapons.

We need to get rid of them. Ezio thought. “Giotto, shoot your gun in their direction. I’ll ambush when they come looking for you.”

“Thanks for babysitting me.” Giotto chuckled, “I’m ready when you are.”

“Prego!” Ezio chuckled and climbed up the building.

When his Mentor was in position, Giotto came out of hiding and shot his hidden gun at the guards, hitting the guard’s battle axe to no effect. The three guards who wore lighter armor ran in Giotto’s direction and the young boy went back behind the building to attract them towards Ezio.

As the guards turned the corner chasing GIotto, Ezio jumped from the building and killed two of them with his hidden blades. The third guard guard, however, was slightly ahead of the other two and swung his mace towards Giotto. The boy couldn’t dodge but he managed to lift his left arm in an attempt to block the attack. To no one’s surprise, though, the templar was stronger than Giotto and his mace destroyed the boy’s hidden gun like it was nothing, knocking him to the floor. As the guard wound up for another swing, Ezio hit him over the head with one a mace he took from the guards on the floor knocking him unconscious.

“Good job, Giot-”

“Mentor, behind you!” Giotto interrupted.

Ezio turned around just in time to see the heavily armored templar guard swing his battleaxe but his years of training acted before he could. Without thinking, Ezio jumped back and watched calmly as the guard’s swing cut through nothing but air. Just as the swing ran its course, Ezio swung the templar’s mace at the target’s wrists to disarm him, not that he couldn’t kill him, but he needed to ask about Claudia. The guard wasn’t fast enough to dodge the mace swing from the Assassin and let go of his weapon with a loud grunt. With this, Ezio dropped the mace and pointed his blade right at the guard’s throat.

“Is a brown haired woman in a red and golden dress in that building?” Ezio asked the guard.

“I’m not telling you anything, Assassin!”

Giotto got up, slowly.

Ezio used his free hand to take the guard’s helmet off. “I’m not going to ask again,” he began, as he pressed his blade against the guard’s throat, “Has a woman gone into the building to meet your captain?”

Giotto was watching in admiration as his Mentor questioned the templar and he could see the fear in their target’s eyes. One day I will like that… The boy hoped.

“She’s in there! Please, just let me go, I don’t want to die!” The guard pleaded whined.

“As you wish.” Ezio traded a knowing look with his pupil and threw the guard in his direction, making him trip on his foot. As the guard got to Giotto, the boy kicked him in the crotch with his right leg and slammed his left fist on the templar’s nape, knocking him to the floor, immobile.

“Well done, let’s go.” Ezio walked towards the templar building with his pupil behind him.

The two assassins quietly walked to the door. Giotto was holding his right arm, though his left was still numb.

Ezio took his hand to the door knob but it did not move, so he tried picking the lock with his blade and, with a slight thump, the door opened.

This was Giotto’s first time inside a Templar lair and he was slightly nervous. He didn’t know if it was because if he was worried about Claudia, or because he was stepping in enemy territory, but there was this eerie feeling coursing through his body, and it was anything but pleasant. He felt slightly light headed and a knot in his throat but he never once complained to his Mentor.

The duo made their way through a couple of unguarded territories until their progress was halted by an unsettling sound.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

Ezio and Giotto looked at each other terrified.

“The sound came from under us! Don’t lag behind!” Ezio ordered his pupil.

It didn’t take them long to find a stairway leading downwards, which was guarded by two templars but Ezio wasn’t in the mood to be discreet and shot one of them as the other one approached with his spear pointed at the assassin. Ezio brought out his sword to counter the spear but the guard suddenly dropped dead on the floor bleeding from his throat. Giotto had thrown a knife at him.

Giotto walked past his Mentor without saying a word.

Ezio almost said something until he saw the look in his pupil’s face. During the four years during which Giotto trained under Ezio, he had never seen his pupil put on such an expression as that one. Rage, focus, fear, worry, determination. The more he looked , the more he noticed. Ezio was proud, but that wasn’t the time to express it.

“AAAAAAAAGH! YOU MONSTER, I'LL KILL YOU!”

Another scream interrupted Ezio’s train of thought and both him and Giotto ran down the stairs as fast as they could, and both of them rammed the door with their shoulders.The door didn’t budge.

“Oh, we got rats! Good! Just when I thought this couldn’t get any more fun!” A voice said from the other side.

“CLAUDIA!” Ezio yelled.

“EZIO!” Claudia yelled, at the top of her lungs, “KILL HIM! HE WAS THE ONE WHO KILLED MARTA!”

“Mentor, use your sword!”

Ezio once again had the same idea as his pupil, as he was pulling out his sword as the words came out of Giotto’s mouth.

The door was made out of wood so Ezio plunged his sword through it in quick succession, creating a small hole that allowed him to put his hand through and remove the lock. The assassin’s once again rammed the doro with their shoulders, only this time it went down with no difficulty. The sense of accomplishment was very short lived, though.

The smell of blood drowned their noses as they entered the huge dim lit room. The walls and the floor were made out of stone. In each corner of the room there was a rectangular wooden table with tools and weapons covered in blood. The same blood that bathed the floors and filled their lungs. In the center of the room there was Claudia on the floor, naked and with injuries all over her body, looking away from them as she cried into a puddle of her own blood.

“Welcome, hum… Ezio was it? And you, wha-”

“TEMPLAR!” Ezio screamed in rage, as he ran with his sword in hand towards the Templar Captain. Swung with all his strength but the Templar managed to parry with his own sword, letting go of his whip.

The Templar captain was a fit man and younger than Ezio, and they were evenly matched for a while, trading blow for blow.

While this happened Giotto ran to Claudia, forgetting all of his pain in the moment. He took off his robe and gave it to Claudia.

“Here, put this on,” he said.

Claudia took the robes without looking at Giotto and wrapped herself in them, stopping her crying.

“Thank you, Giotto.”

“We’ll get you out of here Miss, don’t worry.”

Meanwhile, Ezio and the Templar were still fighting each other. At one point they were evenly matched , but the Templar captain was clearly gaining some ground now. Ezio was blocking slower and slower but unknowingly to the Templar, he had a few tricks up his sleeve, literally.

“Die, Assassin!”

Ezio’s sword was sent flying towards the door by an upwards wing from the Templar. Ezio looked his opponent in the eye. “You deserve worse, but I’m not scum like you.” The assassin raised his left arm at his target’s chest. “Requiscat in pace,” he said as he shot the templar in the forehead.

The templar dropped to the floor.

“It’s over, Miss…” Giotto let out a sigh in relief, “It’s over...”

Ezio approached his pupil and his sister. “Are you alright, Claudia?”

“Yes, just get me out of here, please.”

Ezio picked up his sister and she buried her face in his chest as soon as he did. “Giotto, take my knives and go ahead.”

“Yes, Mentor. I’ll do my best.” The boy said, now in a better mood.

The building wasn’t very heavily guarded and they got out with minimal resistance.

Now, at the brothel, Ezio tried laying Claudia down on a bed while they waited for the doctor, but as he lowered her, she offered resistance.

“Claudia, it’s a bed, you won’t fall.” Ezio chuckled, confused.

Claudia responded in a flat tone, “Don’t look at me.”

“I can't hold you forever…” Ezio sighed.

Giotto was looking at them, feeling sorry for Claudia, but very happy that she was alive and that, eventually, she was going to be fine. That is, until he noticed a red spot in his Mentor’s chest. His heartbeat sped up. “Miss Claudia… What…” He hesitated, “What did he do to your face?”

Ezio suddenly tensed up.

Claudia was visibly shaking and slowly started to move. She removed her head ever so slightly from her brother’s chest and glanced at the boy, making his heart skip a beat.

Giotto was shocked. He couldn’t believe his eyes. God, no! Blood poured from her face - from something that was missing from her face, rather.The puddle of blood she was lying on made sense now… Claudia stared at him with one eye, paralyzing the boy, as blood flowed out of her empty eye socket.

“Giotto,” she smiled, “Will you still look at me like you used to?”

#assassin's creed #ezio #ezio auditore #ezio auditore da firenze #assassin's creed brotherhood #oc #original character #claudia auditore #maria auditore

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RWBY Ancestries Chapter 5 Part 2 of 3

* Hello Everyone! I’m back with part 2 to the 3 part chapter 5. I’ll admit took me longer to write but that’s because I have been busy with work and didn’t have enough energy to fully finish this part. But here it is and hope you all enjoy!*

* Also to clarify because I completely forgot to explain how the dialect goes here’s a chart. So you all won’t be confused. *

Talking: Something.

Thinking: 'Something'

Telepathy: 'Something'

- Schnee Manor -

Jaqcues: Arthur! What are doing here?! Nevermind, that, why have you been not answering my attempts to contact you?!

Watts: Hmm? Oh yes! How rude of me. I have been noticing your attempts contact me but you see I’ve been preoccupied with other matters at the time. Such as making it to your lovely home. And as you see I had the trouble of bringing my colleagues along with me.

Jaqcues Schnee is honestly baffled by Arthur’s blunt explanation. He had been having a panic attack for a good two hours before he started his attempt to flee, and here comes the source of his unrest and what does he say?

Jaqcues: You mean to tell me you avoided all my calls today, just so you come to here to tell me you were busy with other matters?!

Watts: That would summarize what I just said yes. But enough about that, you see I need to ask a favor of you. You see my colleagues and I are in desperate need of shelter and transportation for the night. So because of our partnership I thought that, well, if you allow us to borrow one of your personal ships.

Jaqcues couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This man who had persuaded him to give him access Atlas’s Control grid in exchange for assurance that he would have been the victor of the election and to have Ironwood’s figurative head on a platter. Seemed like a worthwhile deal at the time. Now, Arthur assumes that he has him around his finger. Because of this, Jaqcues finally sees his fears are coming to fruition.

Jaqcues: You’re leaving. What’ve our previous arrangement, your promise of my victory against Hill and Ironwood.

Watts: Oh yes, well you see some pressing matters compel me away for the time being and well I cannot simply ignore it for the time being. Though I have not forgotten about our deal.

Jaqcues: Oh really now, and what assurance do I have to know you will keep your promise.

Watts: Well, on that matter it will need to be a matter of trust.

Jaqcues: Trust, how exactly do you expect me to trust you? Not only have you not yet fulfill your part of our agreement but you are also asking me if I could lend you a airship. If anything I’ve put more trust in your hands than you can assure me.

Watts: Jaqcues I just need this small favor and then you will have-

Jaqcues: NO!!! YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANYTHING MORE FROM ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I HAVE RISKED FOR YOU?! AND THEN YOU ASK ME FOR MY DAMN SHIP!! I’M TIRED OF YOUR DAMN PROMISES AND NEVER GETTING THE RESULTS I WANT! WELL GOOD SIR I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU WHEN YOU FIRST CAME TO ME! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, TAKE YOUR FUCKING CHEAP PROMISES, AND FUCK OFF!!!

Jaqcues takes a few deep breaths to recompose himself, but damn did it feel good. Honestly, while he is normally never so vulgar he must admit after these past few days he feels he needs the stress relief. He looks to Arthur to see he has an unamused face, but he couldn’t care less about what this man cared about.

Watts: So...I assume that this means the end of our partnership then, yes?

Jaqcues: Oh gods sakes- YES! I’m ending our partnership!

Watts: Oh good, I just wanted to make sure. Tyrian if you’d please?

Jaqcues: 'Tyrian? Who’s- Wait where did that Faunus go-!' AAAGH!!

From behind him felt two arms wrapped around his mouth and torso in the span of a two seconds, then in less than one he felt the stinging sensation of a needle being stuck into his neck and feeling a injected dosage being sent into his body. In a matter of three seconds he feels light headed and has feeling of vertigo. He looks towards Arthur only to see in appear to move in slow motion. Then he feels the most disturbing thing he has ever felt in his whole life. The Faunus behind him exhaled a breath, what’s terrifying is that the breath seemed to sting like residue of burning Dust. And when he spoke it was like hearing a spectral phantom.

Tyrian: Oh what fun!~ It’s been awhile since I have seen Watts lose his nerve like that! Bet you feel special, don’t you.~

Jaqcues:MMFF! MMMMFFFF!

Tyrian: Ssssshhh. Don’t rush the moment.~ Saver it.~ My poison won’t kill you just yet, it’ll just make you experience everything at ten times more sensitivity. Oh how I wish this could go one for longer.~ But alas we are rushed on time so~!

Jaqcues: MMAAAAFFFF!!!

From behind Jaqcues, Tyrian unwrapped the arm around his torso, switching for his mechanical tail, and used one side of his bladed weapon to impale Jaqcues from the back. Without ever having his Aura unlocked, the blade finds no resistance in going through his abdomen. The blades, thanks to the poison, feel like they could have been chainsaws being stabbed through him at ten times the agony. It was a pain too much for the old man and in a matter of seconds to them, his eyes rolled into his skull and hangs his head limp, succumbing to his injuries.

Tyrian then looks behind the suit of the man just murdered and sees the pool of blood coating the prestigious white suit, and begins to cackle. His laughing is heard by his colleagues and besides Watts, who is unfazed by his antics, disturbed the two youths. While Emerald and Mercury were no strangers to killing, having to do so on occasions, the pleasure that Tyrian was getting from this was disturbing none the less. They haven’t found out until recently that the man was a infamous serial killer and that shocked them quite a bit. Eventually settles down his laughing and places the dead man on the floor.

Tyrian: Aaahhh!~ That was very savoring, out of all the victims I killed, I think that will stick with me the most. I mean who else can say that they killed someone as big as Jaqcues Schnee.

Watts: Yes, yes, you can celebrate your popularity later. We have pressing matters at hand.

Tyrian reluctantly does as Watts says and along with Mercury and Emerald, move pass Jaqcues Schnee’s dead body and make way to find where the ship garage is. Not knowing that they had a hidden witness watching their escape from the crime scene. Their watcher was none other than Willow Schnee, who was hidden around the corner of a room near the front door. She had a hand covering her mouth silencing any noise that they could hear and bore a haunted expression.

Originally, Willow came out here because through her camera system around her house, she saw her bastard of a husband strike her poor youngest child Whitley across the face and dared asked him to apologize for it. She had lived with the man’s neglect and mental abuse of herself and her children for many years, but never was she aware that the bastard was actually physically abusing her dear boy. Out of all things that man has done to this family, that is what broke the camels back. She was done, she was so done with this man’s abuse to her family. She was going to confront the man herself about this and see just how long had he been mistreating her children as such. But before that, those people came. They killed her husband and she could only watch hidden away from their sight. Now Willow could only feel shock but also despair. Why? Because now, all the years she had spent trying to keep her family safe from that man, were wasted. After finally finding something that could incriminate him enough to send Jaqcues away for good. The man is killed in her home. Which now means that everything, the evidence she held was null and void. For how can one incriminate a dead man.

Now those people are in her house, looking for a escape. But then she had a horrifying thought. What if they find anyone else in the house, more specifically her Whitley. She needed to find him before they do and get to safety. Who knows what these people will do to any of them if they find either of them. However, while she feels much complement to find her son, she feels as movable as a stone pillar. Had the assailants scared her to the point of fearing to move?

Willow: 'No...NO! I need to get to him before they do! Now is not the time to play frozen statue right now, your son needs you! ....my son.....my baby.....Who probably will want nothing to do with me. No! Don’t think like that, even if you had been the worst example of a mother you need to get to him! His life is not yet decided, you can save him! ....but I’m afraid....I don’t want to die....what can I do to save him if I can’t save myself....'

Willow can’t help but feel frozen in place. As much as she tries to move her will is to weak to make her move on her own. She looks down and in her right is a half full bottle of ‘Six Swans’ white wine. Willow recalls taking the bottle with her to give her courage to confront her husband and hasn’t let go of it since. She looks at herself, the daughter of Nicholas Schnee a renowned huntsman and founder of one of the biggest Dust company on Remnant, who is a foolish alcoholic who can’t even lift a finger to save one of her own children. She desperately wanted to I cry at her cowardice. For all the years she allowed that horrible man to ruin her own and her children’s lives. For being a failure to her father’s name. Why couldn’t she had been like him? Where did all of her courage go?

She looks towards a portrait of her father on the wall next to her, as if it was casting judgment on her she looks away in shame from her father’s gaze. Too ashamed to call herself a Schnee. What would he say if he saw her now?....Maybe a sip of her wine will numb her pain? Yes. Numb her and take her away. She brings the bottle close to her lips, just one sip couldn’t hurt.

...

Immediately she tore the bottle away from her face and turns away in disgust. What she been thinking? How could she possibly even think of getting drunk while her defenseless boy is alone at the mercy of these assailants. She looks towards her father’s portrait once more to see his eyes as if they were looking into her soul, disappointment clear in his lifeless face. She swallowed a very large lump in her throat, and not even looking at the bottle, she turned it and poured it’s contents on to the floor. She may have failed as a daughter and a mother, this she knew to be true. But she’ll be dammed before she’ll let her son suffer a worse fate than her. With one step forward, she moves towards the staircase and in the direction of Whitley’s room. She will not lose him, there’s still time. If she was a failure, so be it, but she will save her precious boy.

- Somewhere In Mantle -

Jaune: Auuuughh...

Jaune wakes up having a splitting headache, wondering had what happened. From what he recalled they were flying to face the Wyvern, he was hearing more of the same voice in this head. One the thought was imagining. But what happened after that. He opened his eyes to see he was in the deck, with all his teammates scattered about-!!!

Immediately Jaune refocuses and sees that he lying in a crashed airship. That was right they did crash, right after colliding with the Wyvern. It was coming back to him. He rose to his feet only to wince a moment later, but continues to stand. He surveyed the deck to see if his teammates are okay. He moves forward, using the wall as his support, he sees Ren being the closest to him and sees Nora right next to him. Huh, even in a airship crash and they still are inseparable.

Jaune: 'Not the time Jaune'

He moves his gaze past the two and sees his youngest teammate... With blood on his forehead! He immediately moves to the boy’s side and shakes his shoulder gently but urgently. He knows that since Ozpin no longer aiding Oscar in his training, he still doesn’t know how to manage his Aura’s protective abilities.

Jaune: Oscar! Oscar can you hear me, please you got to get up!

Oscar: Uuugghh... Was’ that. Jaune is that you- Agh! My leg hurts! What’s going on?

Jaune: Turns out our plan didn’t go as smoothly as we thought buddy, we got hit by that Wyvern pretty hard. Hang on, let me heal you you’re pretty banged up.

Oscar: Wait shouldn’t you save your Aura, I know you’ve been training it but healing somebody else’s still takes a lot out of you.

Jaune: Hey don’t you worry too much about me, from where I’m standing you are in some desperate need of healing. Besides I’m the leader here so I can pretty much order you to accept the healing.

As Jaune starts to amplify Oscar’s healing, both Ren and Nora starts to come to. They untangle from each other and noticed their two other teammates. Nora is immediately alarmed by Oscar’s critical condition.

Nora: Oh my gods, Oscar! Are you ok?! Oh I knew we should have had you in a secured seat!

Oscar: Nora! Don’t worry I’m ok. Jaune’s is healing my aura so I’ll live. Nothing fatal.

Jaune: Don’t think that’s gonna calm her down there buddy. (Noticing Nora’s still panicked state)

Nora: What happened? One minute we’re in the sky, now we’re grounded!

Jaune: The Wyvern is what happened. Turns out our plan didn’t work out, because it went back to flying to hit us again.... Oh my gods! Ruby and the others are still out there!

Jaune after done healing Oscar to the best of his ability, reaches his scroll and tried to contact Ruby, only to see that it was damaged during the crash.

Jaune: Damn it my scroll is damaged! Nora is your scroll working?

Nora: Let me see... Oh no mines busted too! And it’s the fancy new one too.~

Oscar: Wait... where’s Ren and the pilots?

Both take notice of their absent teammate and see that he has made his way to the cockpit.

Jaune: Keep an eye on Oscar for me a moment, I’ll check what Ren’s up to.

Nora:(Nods) You got it fearless leader. Don’t take too long, I’m kinda starting to feel claustrophobic in here.

Jaune moves towards the cockpit, using a small bit of his semblance to heal himself. While not at 100% he would gladly take anything if it meant he could help his team. As he reaches the cockpit Jaune does find Ren, right next to the pilots who look like they didn’t make it through the crash.

Jaune: Ren...are they?

Ren: Dead, both of them. Appear to have suffered from the impact of the crash.

Jaune closed his eyes in sadness, he knew Ren was somber over their deaths. These men were the same ones to fly them during their first mission when they came to Atlas and got their modifications. While not particularly close to either pilots, it was sad to see them suffer such a fate. He recalled trying to warn them of the danger but alas he couldn’t get there in time.

Jaune: Ren...I-

Ren: How did you know what was going to happen?

Jaune: Huh?

Ren:(Turns to face him) How did you know that the Wyvern was going to attack us? Because even I didn’t sense that before you apparently had.

Jaune:(Looks to the floor) I...don’t know.

Ren: How could you not know! Jaune I’m not blind, Nora and I could see that something has been bothering you since this mission started and you’ve been zoning out for instances at a time. I know it’s not sleep deprivation because I male sure you don’t wander into the night to....Look just tell me what’s going on, Jaune, I don’t want there to be anymore secrets that we have to keep to ourselves. Please.

Jaune: I....I can’t explain it exactly but I can try. It’s like I’m hearing something or someone trying talking to me but I can’t see them. I thought at first I was imagining it and blamed it on my nerves, but it persisted. I kept hearing them, and the weirdest part, I feel like a familiarity with the voice, but it’s of a person I have never met before. I didn’t want to say anything because I thought it would bring down the team but here we are. I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense but that’s all I got.

Ren tried to process what his friend told him, given how bizarre it sounded. It sounds like someone or something was trying to contact him telepathically? Not too out there as there are different semblances in Remnant but they knew no one with such a ability. What’s worse is that Jaune doesn’t know who the person was. All in all while it doesn’t explain how he is able to hear such a voice, Ren could clearly see why such a thing would be bothering Jaune. It’s not everyday you have something talking into your head.

Ren: I’ll admit what you’ve said is strange, but not unsympathetic. I guess one would act strange if they heard someone talking to them in their mind. Sorry if I seemed too pushy on the matter.

Jaune: No you’re fine Ren, I guess I shouldn’t keep things like this to myself too often. Make myself crazy. But maybe let’s not explain this to Ironwood or Ace-Ops until we have a proper explanation for this. They may try to lock me up for being crazy.

Ren: You’re not crazy. Though I do agree that we should probably keep this incident close to the chest.

Jaune: Thanks Ren. Oh! Yeah, forgot do you have your scroll intact. The rest of ours are damaged by the crash.

Ren: I do. I’ve been trying to get in contact with Team RWBY but to no avail. However, I have been able to use the ships distress beacon to pinpoint the location of the other airships crash site. So hopefully we can find them.

Jaune: Ren, this is brilliant! I never knew you were so good with machines!

Ren: Well when you have been with someone who’s as hyper as Nora, you have a lot of time to get things done quickly.

Nora: I heard that mister!

Both winced at their fellow teammate overhearing them about the slight comment about them, one thing was for sure. They were both in trouble once this was over. Once they were all ready they made the difficult of breaking down the airship’s escape hatch. All of them came out one by one and they gathered together once they were a good distance of away from the ship.

Jaune: Ok so Oscar and Ren’s scrolls are the only ones that weren’t destroyed from the crash. Which means can track the others location and meet up with them.

Nora: Alright, lets get moving then.

Jaune: Ok let’s move out team.

*Clang*

Jaune: Huh?

They all look to see what Jaune stepped on and sees that it was a piece of a Atlesian Knight that was in beyond repair damage. Upon noticing their full surroundings they see that they were surrounded by mangled and destroyed Atlesian Knights all over the place.

Oscar: What the-? Why are there Knights here? I thought they were supposed to meet us at the rendezvous point.

Ren: The way they were damaged doesn’t look like they fought the Wyvern, it looks like they were facing a human sized opponent, maybe more than one.

Nora: Guys....look.

All three boys turned to their female teammate and saw what she was holding. It was a piece of a glass knife. With a distinct orange markings. The sight of the weapon caused Jaune’s blood to run cold.

Jaune: No...no, no, no, No! That can’t be what I think it is. There’s no way!

Ren: Who else do we know that happenes uses glass weaponry.

Jaune as much as he wants to deny the truth, the proof was in his presence. Cinder Fall was alive, and apparently she wasn’t alone. He clenched his right hand into a fist. He desperately tries to calm his thoughts but the negative emotions and thoughts were coming faster than he could handle. His brow furrowed in anger.

Jaune: 'She’s alive. Cinder is here In Mantle. But if she’s here then that means....!' RUBY!

His thoughts are going a million miles per hour as it was not hard to picture the scenario. Ruby and her team were here but in a state of shape he didn’t know with a woman who’s got a fierce vendetta against his silver eyed friend. Who could be in a vulnerable state. While he’s standing here just doing nothing about it! Quickly he snatched Ren’s scroll and earning a cry of protest from his fellow teammate but dismissed it.

Jaune: Change of plans! You guys need to contact Ironwood and send back up. I’ll go find Ruby and her team.

Nora: Jaune wait! Where are you going!

It was too late to stop their leader as he made a mad dash towards the direction of the other ship. Hopefully with enough time he can make it there before them. However his team did not have the same thought he did. Quickly Ren chases after him only turning around to call out to Nora.

Ren: Nora! Stay with Oscar I’m going to go with Jaune.

Nora: Wha- Like hell I am!

Oscar: Wait shouldn’t we be sticking togeth-WOAAH?!

Nora proceeds to pick up Oscar and carry him by the shoulder and makes chase after theirs two other teammates. Not noticing the two figures watching over them from a roof of a building. Cinder Fall watched as the blonde fool took her bait and now sees that they are making the path to the target she and Neo both seek. Ruby Rose.

Cinder: Come Neo, looks like our time for vengeance is at hand.

Neo: (Grins sinisterly)

-End of Chapter 5 part 2-

Preview: Part 3

Ren: Jaune you need to stop! You’re not thinking straight!

Jaune: Cinder Fall is out in the streets of Mantle, probably planning to make Atlas another Fall of Beacon and you want me to calm down!

***

Qrow: Team JNPR is not here!

Winter: Could they have?

Qrow: No, they’re not dead. We would have found bodies if that were the case.

****

Whitley: M-Mother what are you-?

Willow: Whitley we don’t have much time we need to leave the mansion! There are intruders in here, they’ve attacked your Father already. So we must leave at once!

*****

Watts: It appears we are not alone...Tyrian, Mr. Black, you both know what to do.

******

???: Oscar, Oscar! Can you hear me!

Oscar: ...Ozpin!

*******

Salem: Jaune Arc, I finally found you.

#rwby vol7 #jaune arc #cinder fall #lancaster #willow #jaqcues schnee #arthur watts #lie ren #nora valkyrie #oscar pine #Well i did it i completely maxed out my post space for this #Meeting Is Neigh #jaune is salem's descendant theory #rwby ancestries

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osmw1 · 6 years ago

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Dimension Wave Chapter 30 — A Springboard unto Death

“I bite my thumb at thee, Miss Kizuna!” Yamikage shouted out from the deck.

We’re back at sea, as we usually are. The only thing different was that water surrounded us in every direction. There was no land at all to be seen.

“Oh, picking a fight, huh?” “I can take no more squid!” “I understand, but Sheryl, you too must give due respect to our bounty.” “… I’m not wasting food. Just repurposing it.”

The first glance of yet squid again had Yamikage shrieking, while Shouko chastises Sheryl for loading our lunch into the ballista. But there were two others.

“Ahaha, you guys are hilarious!” “Ugh… why did I sign up for this…?”

Tsugumi had a good laugh, but Alto was far less impressed. How did the six of us sailors end up like this? you may ask. Well, let’s go back to about a week ago, to the day after we beat Dimension Wave.

We decided we needed a day off. Actually, it’d probably be more accurate to say that we needed a day to walk to the Second City to research the newly implemented items. By chance, we bumped into Romina and with the warm support from everyone, I had her make me a new weapon out of the parts I got from gutting Cerberus. Romina eyed me with suspicion when I handed the items to her, but she said nothing of it and forged me some proper equipment. I mean, it was only natural that I stood out just a little when I’m the only one with a huge inventory of Cerberus’ parts.

In any case, what she came up with was the Cerberus Slaughterer—an unadorned blade that like nothing but an oddly matte black kitchen knife. A weapon forged from the mats of a boss monster that powerful, it should be accordingly lethal. Well, should… … but I wouldn’t know. I didn’t even have the Energy to equip it. So, away it went into my inventory, biding time until I can wield its potential.

Then, we went shopping to check out the updated weapon types, Stones of Mediations, and other new stuff in the game. Along with a newly purchased reel, I had a beaming smile plastered on my face as Shouko, Yamikage, Sheryl, and I made our way to the Second City. Then, I saw it.

—The lure.

It was glimmering—no, rather, it was glowing. We came across a merchant selling a lure that would glow in the dark. Or better yet, a lure for night fishing. 10,000 serin was its price. As soon as I showed any intent on purchasing it, Shouko immediately tried to stop me. You absolutely cannot buy this, Kizuna. Do not be swindled, she pleaded, but alas, it was to no avail—my wallet would soon be 10,000 serin lighter.

“You are being completely cheated by the merchant! Please, just listen to us!”

I had no regrets. I still have no regrets because, though it unbeknownst to any of us at the time, I definitely did not make a bad decision. At the end of the day, I went to bed and slept soundly, pleased with a peaceful and successful shopping trip.

The next day. After deciding that I should regain my lost Energy, we set off back to our floating home base of a sailing ship. Things were still fine at this point.

“We may not risk thee taking damage, Miss Kizuna. Thou art best to rest in the cabin.”

Maybe I was still tired from all the shopping I did the previous day, I left the deck to the rest of them and went to a nap as suggested. There are two bedrooms in the cabin. But for some reason, I felt a little embarrassed to be the only one sleeping and so, I locked the door before the Sandman visited me.

“Gah! Help!”

A few hours later, I was awoken by the racket outside. I stepped up and out to the deck and immediately understood the situation.

… my fellow party members were engaged in some sort of act of piracy.

To sum up the bizarre turn of events unfolding in front of my very eyes, my sister, Tsugumi†Exceed, was about to be thrown overboard. In the water waiting for their meal were three Blue Sharks. Honestly, it seemed like a slapstick routine more than anything.

“What the hell are you guys doing?!”

I snapped to my senses and shouted at them. Shouko was the first to respond.

“Executing a stowaway!”

All of my attention was on them. Something must’ve happened while I was asleep, but frankly, I really didn’t want to know. I just didn’t have much of a choice but to talk things over with them.

“Come on! Tsumugi’s my sister! What the hell happened?” “Judgement upon stowaways on our vessel!” “You stay quiet!” “… stowaways are shark food.” “I don’t have a clue what you mean.” “Seajacking shall bring demise unto us!” “I told you to stay quiet, Dark Shadow!”

Our arguing brought me nowhere closer to understanding what was going on, but at least I saved Tsugumi for now. I had to coax them out of their frenzy before I could get a good grasp of the situation. Apparently, while I was sleeping, a group of four that were stowed away in the bilge tried to hijack our ship. Our party members engaged the hijackers at the bow and easily rounded them up, as the hijackers didn’t have any naval combat–related skills. —And then.

“Are you for real?!”

That still didn’t explain anything. Then, they told me they were discussing what to do with the hijackers when one of them called out to Shouko.

“Remember how we were allies?”

He tried to fish for sympathy. It seemed like they were the people Shouko used to run with before coming to us. After seeing how well we did in the Dimension Wave, there were snide remarks about how “the likes of us Spirits” must have played dirty. It made Shouko’s blood boil, and so now, the hijackers were being dangled above the water.

“I’ll make sure to spread rumors.”

His last words were befitting of a heroin in a dating sim game. With one down, it leaves three.

“Goodbye to you two, too.” “We’ll kill you in the next Dimension Wave.” “Wh—aaagh!”

They sure can talk a lot of trash. It was a slog to get through what Shouko and the others had to say too, but I had little choice but to listen. Anyway, it turns out that the hijackers found Tsugumi hiding in a barrel, hoping to pop out and startle me.

“What a bunch of tools!” “Yes, they were quite the characters.” “Don’t pretend like you didn’t go crazy either, Shouko.” “Sorry…”

I never woulda thought that she would flipped out like this. Tsugumi then began to explain why she was here.

“I snuck here because you and your party seemed to be having so much fun, big bro…” “What, did you have enough of your permadeath run?” “I muttered that under my breath! You weren’t supposed to hear that!”

Unfortunately for you, I’m not hard of hearing It’d be weirder if I couldn’t hear you since I’m standing right next to you. And it’s not like I have super good hearing either. … not that I know of, at least.

“What’s a permadeath run anyway?” “… it’s a roleplaying thing in VRMMOs.” “Hmm, don’t think I’ve heard of it.”

According to Sheryl, it’s common in virtual worlds where you can’t voluntarily logout, making it kind of like a “if you die in the game, you die in real life” kind of roleplay. The rest of the party would kick you and cut off communication if you die, I assume.

“Wait, I didn’t know they were doing that!”

Well, I’m not about to criticize anyone how they play the game, but I can’t say I’m enamored with the idea. Maybe the frontliners are more dedicated to their role because they play on permadeath rules. Who knows.

“If everybody’s okay with it, maybe we can let Tsugumi into our party.” “But of course.” “We are indebted to your sister for bequeathing us her aid during the Dimension Wave.” “‘kay.” “But I mean, y’all just tried to feed her to the sharks…”

None of them could look me in the eyes. Did you think I’d forget about this? Tsugumi joined our party without an apology from any of them.

True to their words, the hijackers had been spreading false rumors about us back in the cities. Alto caught wind of it, explained the truth, and seemed to have turned the tables back on them. Glad that someone’s got our back.

And those were the events that led to Alto joining us.

contents: /prologue/ /ch001/ /ch002/ /ch003/ /ch004/ /ch005/ /ch006/ /ch007/ /ch008/ /ch009/ /ch010/ /ch011/ /ch012/ /ch013/ /ch014/ /ch015/ /ch016/ /ch017/ /ch018/ /ch019/ /ch020/ /ch021/ /ch022/ /ch023/ /ch024/ /ch025/ /ch026/ /ch027/ /ch028/ /ch029/ /ch030/ /next/

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thisisasupergoodidea · 8 years ago

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how to turn a 2 1/2 minute song into 3000 words:

hours upon hours of looking up synonyms on thesaurus dot com, and a liberal dash of pretension

#i talk about life n stuff #im editing it now that i have it on my computer. why i chose this particular way of writing it i cannot know. but im rolling with it #maybe relying on the thesaurus way too heavily but im rolling with it #also im scared to publish it anywhere. not because i dont want ppl to read it but because im notorious for leaving fics unfinished #last year i finally pushed myself to complete a fic that i had abandoned on a random forum in freaken 2011 #i will feel terrible if i lose my motivation to write this especially considering that i know its gonna be a fuckin doozy #and ANOTHER THING. im a big baby hypocrite if i try to publish on a schedule bc i hate that shit. i hate waiting to consume goods #i just want it all immediately so i can marathon it as per my insalubrious lifestyle (nice carefully chosen synonym katie)#so releasing parts once a week or somethin is gonna be torture to me personally. i want the parts to be done already #AAAGH though maybe it could teach me to be patient with myself and pace myself and crank out the words #the process of making word lasagna

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undermourningstar · 7 years ago

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Requiem Ignis

Ao3 Link Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes A more in-depth look at Book 2: Chapter 13 or if IS gave Laegjarn a little more screen time. ~~~~ The king of Muspelheim slammed his axe into the floor of the throne room. His face, always seemingly seething with anger, was frothing with the anger of ten thousand suns. “Laevatein… ‘Do not rest until you have killed them.’ I made myself clear.” Laevatein had not flinched when he had banged the doors open, nor when he had slammed Sinmara in to the ground, blade first, but she did feel her throat close up as she stammered out, “Yes. And we - Aagh!” Laegjarn saw him pull his axe out of the ground, saw the flames ignite as he swung it through the air. She watched it slice through her sister’s stomach and felt her heart jump into her throat. “They still live,” he growled and pulled his axe out of his daughter. “Guh - gaah!” She collapsed from where she stood, left of the throne, her blood staining the stone ground. Surtr barely even glanced at her as he sat back down. “Here you sit, soaked in shame. You are a disgrace to Muspell. For the weak, there is only death!” “Father… I am … sor - aaagh!” None of the soldiers moved as he threw his axe again and it embedded itself in her arm. Laegjarn understood that the only reason she was not bleeding out on the ground right now was the magic in the axe but once she was removed from its presence… She couldn’t bear it any longer. Laegjarn stepped forward, a move that startled the lower ranking soldiers in the room. Helbindi himself even blinked in shock as she shouted to Surtr, “Father - please! Stop! If you keep going, she’ll… She’ll…” He turned to her. “She’ll what? She’ll die? What concern of it is yours?” She clenched her fists and held back her tongue. “Father…” But he had already turned away from her. “Laevatein,” he grunted. The poor girl barely could lift her head to look up at him. “I will grant you one last chance. Offer yourself to the flames of Muspell.” This elicited a collective gasp from the generals in the room. None of them had been offered the privilege (or curse) of burning with the flames. “No matter how poor the fuel… the flame will not suffer for it.” “The flames of Muspell? You know what that means!” Laegjarn felt herself shouting before she could stop herself. At this point, composure was the last thing that mattered. “A fitting death,” he simply stated and smirked at Laevatein’s prone form. “Please… Father… Send me instead. If you’ll allow it, I will take her place.” Laegjarn swallowed her heart from and felt it disappear from her throat and sequester in her chest in its iciest corner. “I will be the one to burn with the flames of Muspell.” Then louder, in declaration, she shouted “I will be the one to destroy your enemies! I beg you…” He had the gall to laugh. “So be it. You shall be the one to die. And if you fail, your sister will be next.” He waved them out of the room. “Go.” Laegjarn bowed and picked up her sword. “Very well, Father.” ~~~~ The foolish Heroes of the Order rounded the corner. Laegjarn took in a deep breath and steadied her dragon. Besides her, her guards mounted their dragons. Laegjarn turned her focus away from her guard and instead remembered being in the room when their history tutor taught Laevatein the words to the Rite. Her hair was beginning to fade into green, and Laevatein had just decided her hair was going to be candy pink forever. They were laughing, little birds in the atrium of the library. Laerer had been sitting silently in the corner, but as the noonday sun just began to retreat, he pulled the book down from the shelf and she felt herself stiffen. The red-headed soldier whistled cheerfully. “This secret entrance is cleverly hidden. If Loki hadn’t give us this map, we never would have found it.” The prince barely nodded his head as he considered the map. “And imprisoned in this temple is Princess Veronica…” He lifted his gaze and saw the ledge Laegjarn’s regiment waited on. “You!” “Rgh…” she huffed and drew her sword. Her knights lifted off and began to encircle the Order. The princess drew her spear at the same time her brother unsheathed his sword. Fensalir and Folkvangr, she noted. Swords of opposing kingdoms, and yet she felt some kinship to them. A brother and sister, so dedicated and fighting side by side… She shook her head. Focus, she reminded herself. The Ice princess looked up to the soldiers as well, but her eyes focused in on Laegjarn. “Princess Laegjarn!” Her face showed some strange emotion - concern, fear, worry? She didn’t have time to give it attention. She drew farther back, towards the eternal flame, and reached out her hand. Alphonse noticed her movements. In between the clashing of swords and protecting his sister’s back from the Muspell archer. “Wait a moment, Princess Fjorm… Something is not right here.” “Little princess,” Laerer beckoned her to sit beside him. The sun had been shining that day, hotter than the throne room, hotter than it should have been inside the palace. “Just repeat these words when you are ready… When the time comes to dedicate your body and soul to this kingdom, please just say…” Laegjarn took a deep breath - the last that would be her own. She began in almost a whisper as she uttered the secret words older than Muspellheim itself. “Muspell, dragon of flame…” She hesitated as she saw Laevatein mouthing the words along with Laerer. She wavered, her fingertips above the brazier and yet she continued to recite. “I offer you my flesh. Arm and arm, leg and leg. My head, my heart…” And then she remembered her sister, fallen, dying, on the throne room floor. She reached into the brazier, ignoring the scorching of her skin as the flames greedily began to lick up her body, and screamed. “All of it offered, that you may feed. Devour me!” ~~~~ Fighting had never felt so good. Muspell burned in her veins, on her skin. She knew after years of training and honing her body and flame resistance, she could withstand some of the holy flames for now, but the adrenaline and the joy from cutting her enemies down, slice after stab into horse and rider… She felt … a l i v e Besides her, soldiers fell. Laerer’s brother, her footmen, her vanguard, and more dropped to the ground as the Order decimated her ranks, but she had done much worse to their numbers. She hadn’t reached the commanding group yet, where their Summoner and heroes remained, but she was close, and the fire in her blood hungered. Nothing else mattered now. Just blood blood blood to feed the dragon barely bound by her skin. And then she was on her back, on the ground. No soldiers stood around her; it was just her and the Order. She was aware of herself now, and the fire that had burned in her veins now burned through her skin. She could feel it consuming her insides. This is what Father had wanted for Laevatein. Never could she allow that. “Lae...vatein…” she coughed out. Maybe that blood on her shirt was from the fight, or maybe it was soot from her throat. “Somehow… You have to… Please…” Princess Fjorm kneeled besides her, spear in the hands of the Summoner. “Laegjarn…” She took her palm gently between her hands, somehow ignoring the burning heat from her palms. “Spare me… your pity. I can … no longer … be saved.” She coughed a little more violently, but her throat was cleared of ash. “Those who offer themselves to the flames of Muspell gain tremendous power… briefly. Death follows quickly.” “Surely… surely we can…” the princess grasped for words. Her blue eyes frantically sought an escape in from hell that Laegjarn knew did not exist. “If you want to do something for me… Please, find Laevatein…” Laegjarn closed her eyes as they began to dry and thought of Sinmara wedged into her prone form on the ground. “Protect her. Please! She is all I have…” “I understand.” Fjorm’s voice wavered. She couldn’t open her eyes beyond the charred blackness at this point, but she could guess that the princess of Niflheim was tearing up. “We will make every effort to rescue her.” “Thank you, Princess Fjorm…” Even her voice was charing, drying out, but in her chest, her heart was just beginning to warm and catch fire. “My eyes… the flames of Muspell have burnt them away. I cannot see a thing… But it is only now, I think… that I can truly see you. Strange, isn’t it?” Of all moments her heart had to betray her from anything but her sister, it was now. Being locked by icy cold was such an awful thing, and perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing, warming her heart up as she lay at Muspell’s maw. “Princess Fjorm… Suppose we had chosen a different path back in Nifl… Could we have been… With you, could we have been…” she trailed off. It was too much to think of what could have been, to think of betraying her father with her sister’s life on the line. There had been flames but now all she could see was sooty, ashy darkness. Like the skies after villages they had razed, her view was inkly black and rough and scratchy and dry. But instead, it reminded her of the sky under which she vowed to protect Laevatein with everything she had. It almost sounded like she was calling out to her again, begging her not to swear such things. What a sweet sound… “Laegjarn…”

#fire emblem heroes #feh #fanfiction #amahlia writes

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moraygrotto · 3 years ago

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okay so it's 5am and this is completely un-proofread but the muse seized me ᕕ(ò_ó)ᕗ

burping kink fic ft. j.ade/a.zul

contains: burping; belly rubs; cuddling; teasing; azul is soft

warnings: some very light еmeto (not even nausеa just a rlly wet burp again); references to azul's body insecurity; jade is pushy lol

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Jade tried to keep his footsteps silent— an absolutely exquisite sound was echoing from Azul's office, and it would be a shame most grievous to drown it out.

"UuUUuURP! ...Aaagh..."

It was Azul; there was no mistaking that sigh. Jade had overheard several burps at this point, each one big, hearty, and delightfully uncharacteristic of his well-mannered housewarden. Planted by the door, he calculated the ideal time to strike: He should try to wait for a belch that lasted long, but to stand and evaluate each, hoping for the ideal burp, Azul's gas would trickle up and away alongside the minutes. Azul running out before Jade could rudely interrupt was the worst case scenario.

He had to strike.

"BuuUUrrUUUuu—"

The door creaked as it opened.

"—uuUUUuup!"

Jade's timing had been perfect. Azul's face turned paper-white.

"Jade!" he snapped. "I implore you to knock!" Just as quickly, his white face flushed red. "E-Excuse me. You shouldn't have heard that."

Jade blinked, raised his eyebrows, and, ever so slightly, pouted his lips. "Azul," he said, feigning surprise. "That was quite startling. Are you alright?"

Furrowing his brow, Azul pushed up his glasses; such a clear attempt to regain his composure; how deliciously fruitless.

"Of course I'm alright," he said. "What have you come here for? After stating your business, please be on your way."

Jade smiled. "No."

Azul stared at him, malice in his eyes, and let out a gruff sigh, which was cut off by the sound of a burp gurgling up through his throat half smothered. He did not excuse himself.

Jade frowned. "Your stomach sounds upset, Azul. What happened?"

Eyelashes falling heavy, Azul leaned forward to prop his head on interlaced fingers upon his desk. Sweet resignation! Jade wished he could capture Azul's expression and keep it for all time.

"If you must know," said Azul, "spinach pie happened. Surely you've been experiencing the same effects after eating the dining hall's food for dinner."

"Um, no," replied Jade. "I took the pasta tonight. However, I cannot blame you. The spinach pie looked divine."

Azul's eyes flashed up at him. "Gloat all you want," he said, and finished the sentence with a soft "urp." He let out a breath that was nearly a third of the way to being a sob. "Excuse me."

Jade clicked his tongue pityingly. "Oh, no," he simpered. "Surely there must be something I can do to help."

"There isn't, Jade."

Smiling, he took stock of the office around him, its closed curtains, its low light. "Somehow I doubt that," he said, and straightened up.

Azul's brow furrowed.

"Come," Jade commanded. "Sit in my lap."

"Absolutely not."

Jade had a heartbreaking pout ready; he let it melt his face like wax all at once. "Oh," he said, "of... of course not. After all, I most likely give off the impression that my lap is cold, and uncomfortable."

Burying his face in his hands, Azul rubbed his temples, and his hat slipped partway off his head. "Please, Jade," he groaned. "Don't play this game with me right now."

"Azul," Jade said, and he felt the switch in his voice moreso than he meant it— Jade was in control, and it was serious. "Would I hurt you?" he said plainly.

"Yes," replied Azul. "Perhaps."

"Have I hurt you?"

Azul paused. "No."

As Azul's stomach gave a sweet little gurgle, Jade picked his next words carefully. "To the best of your calculations, would this situation be the one that leads me to hurt you?"

"...No."

The smile was audible in Jade's voice: "Then come here."

The chair legs underneath Azul groaned softly as he rose to his feet. Like a gentleman at a dance, Jade came to his side, and placed a hand at Azul's waist, before walking with him to the sofa across the room. "Good," he could not help but whisper.

Azul said nothing as he and Jade sank down together into the overstuffed leather cushions.

The weight of Azul was so carefully soft, and so much heavier than it looked. Having surrendered his coat to the back of his desk chair, there remained only Azul's suit jacket for Jade to slip his hands up underneath to caress his side and belly.

At this, Azul tensed horrifically.

"Hush, now," said Jade. "Don't start to panic. Let my touch happen. Give yourself a moment to become comfortable with it; there'll be no surprises from me just yet."

Under the soft, warm blanket of Azul's belly fat, Jade could feel the food in his stomach. It was churning hard, shifting occasionally, working at its charge of spinach pie with a silent ferocity so characteristic of Azul.

"If I relax," Azul said plainly, "and let myself go—" Another stifled burp. "—you might bring it up later."

Jade gave his belly a pat before continuing to gently caress. "Indeed," he replied. "But if I do, only you and I will know what I refer to. Isn't that enchanting?"

Azul said nothing, only gave a small hiccup.

"As for letting go..." Jade's fingers had a fair map of Azul's belly now, save for the reaches hidden beneath his shirt buttons. He had long since located a pocket of gas, and many times encircled it as he spoke. Now, his fingers formed a point on the spot, and he pressed.

"bbBUUUurrRRP!"

The belch made Azul's whole body lurch, and Jade could feel a blush rushing all the way down his ribcage.

"I'm so sorry," said Azul, "I— I don't know where that came from."

"Do not apologize," said Jade before Azul could get out any more stammered words of contrition. He stroked his side, trying to communicate with his hands that it was okay. "Please, do not feel ashamed. Your body's natural functions are not a sin." At this, Jade gave his belly a little squeeze, and angled his head to whisper into his ear: "How was the spinach pie?"

His chest bounched with a (quite expertly) stifled hiccup. "Fine," he replied.

"My, my," Jade teased, "what a truncated answer. I want to hear what you thought of it, Azul. Good or bad would be a start."

The sound of his stomach grumbling coincided with a soft sigh to make a second's soothing auditory tableau. "Delicious," he confessed. "The cheese was creamy, and had just the right amount of bitterness to contrast perfectly with the spinach."

"And the dough?" hummed Jade.

"Soft," he said, "and wonderfully buttery. Flaky, but not unpleasantly brittle."

Jade gave a little coo. "What a shame," he said, "that something so lovely should hurt your tummy like this."

"Yes," sighed Azul, "what a—" He huffed. "Jade."

"What's the matter, Azul?"

"It's almost as if you want me to talk about food."

Azul did not realize how ridiculous he sounded, and therefore Jade could not resist but to tease: "You just sound so happy when you do!"

Azul's whole body tensed up on top of him.

"Shh, shh, shh," said Jade, unsure if he had gone too far. He ran a finger through Azul's hair, and rubbed a loving circle over his belly. "I would never spite you for it. My dear Azul, it's a shame how growing up, no one ever told you to make sure you were full. No one ever called you a good boy for cleaning your plate." This was conjecture, but Jade did not say as much.

"Now you're just fucking with me," came Azul, and he relaxed somewhat against him.

"Me? Never." Jade cradled Azul's lower belly in both hands, and rubbed. "How is that spinach pie settling?"

"Urp— Better."

"Good," Jade said, "I'm so glad to hear." He paused. He would take a risk. One finger traced up Azul's body, under his jaw, and came to gently tug at his lower lip. "You may let more up. I won't hold it against you."

Azul huffed. "You know I hold it against you, saying that. What do you want, blackmail?"

"Of course not," crooned Jade. "I want nothing more than my dear Housewarden's comfort. Please, Azul. I promise that you are entirely safe to relax."

Azul's silence spoke volumes.

After a few moments' gentle belly rubs and soft breathing, Azul finally let up a quiet burp.

"Good boy," said Jade, and Azul, very slightly, squirmed.

Another moment passed, then Azul let out a louder "BuuuUurp—", a wet "hrk!", and a whispered "no!".

Jade patted his tummy. "Did a little bit come up? That's okay. You have a strong throat; you can gulp it back down."

Azul swallowed, and Jade stroked his neck, following the bob of his gullet down to his chest, which he softly pet a few times. Finally he pat his belly, and tried to crane down as if to look at it. "There, now," he said in a childish tone of voice. "Be a good bite, and stay down there where Azul has sent you."

"Jade," moaned Azul, "I don't need this."

"I know," chimed Jade. Straightening back up, he continued to slowly rub. "But," he said, "if I may venture to ask... Do you not want this?"

Azul did not answer. After a moment, however, he wiggled closer into Jade's embrace, nestling his pillowy ass deeper in his lap.

Jade took a deep breath of cold air. When he spoke, his voice was almost clinical— "How much more gas is there?"

"Just a bit more —urp— pressure."

"Tell me when I find it." There were no big pockets of air left anymore, so Jade truly had to rely on Azul's guidance to navigate his soft breadbasket.

"There— There it is— Down just a little bit. If you could knead your fingers inward and up— Ow! Careful! ...There you are. Ahh, keep going— Oh, it shifted—"

Jade could feel Azul's stomach working under his fingertips. "Come now, little burp," he said.

Azul was undone. "Ooh— Almost— Please, just keep pushing it around—"

Like a warning, an almighty gurgle curled up from his esophagus.

"UUUUUUUUuuuUUURRAAAuuuuUURP!" Entire belly tensing, Azul let out a brash "Haaah!" of a sigh, before a low, trailing afterburp rumbled out from between his lips.

He was panting for air when he flopped back into Jade, and let out a small, round belch that seemed to signify completion.

Unfortunately for the part of Jade's brain that wanted him groveling for forgiveness, Azul did not say anything. He merely let his head loll back onto Jade's shoulder, utterly vulnerable.

Humming softly, Jade resisted the temptation to peck a kiss atop his hair-strewn temple. "Feels better, no? Sooo much better. Don't speak, now; let that darling throat rest. It's been through so much this evening."

Azul let out a long sigh through his nose.

"You," said Jade, "are excellent at burping. Perhaps with a bit of training, you could give my brother, or me, a run for our money."

"I can't burp on command," Azul groaned, "and I've no desire to learn how."

Jade smiled. "It appears that such a skill is not necessary," he said, wrapping his arms protectively around him. "It seems all you need, Azul, is a plate full of good, rich food."

hello your octatrio fic is literally fantastic & now all I can think about is azul trying to relieve himself of stuffed burps alone in his office and praying that no one will hear (someone hears 😈)

I LOVE U ANON AND I LOVE THIS SCENARIO

poor azul cant bear the thought of anyone overhearing how gassy his stomach gets, maybe hes still not fully adjusted to land food yet, maybe he has food sensitivities hes not comfortable revealing to anyone else, or maybe hes been so strict with his diet that eating just a *little* too much one evening is enough to fill his tummy with greasy burps for the whole night afterwards. ofc his private moment being interrupted with teasing and subsequent comfort is 🧑‍🍳🤌💋💋💋✨

#moray writes #if this is just a slew of words to me tomorrow morning I APOLOGIZE #BUT. this was fun to stay up writing lololol

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