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tigerkirby215 · 3 years

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5e Aphelios, the Weapon of the Faithful build (League of Legends)

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(Shit meme by yours truly.)

Yes I hate Irelia so much I’m genuinely making an Aphelios build before her.

But I really don’t get the “Aphelios too confusing 200 years” memes. Don’t get me wrong his kit’s weird and certainly overtuned but it doesn’t take that long to figure out what his guns do. Calibrum has long range and fires a skill shot, Severum has lifesteal and attacks fast, Gravitum slows and roots, Infernum attacks in a cone for AoE damage, and Crescendum attacks very fast and creates a turret.

Just because I understand this does it mean I can play Aphelios? Fuck no. Did I learn all this from Legends of Runeterra by playing Labs with Aphelios? Yeah kinda. But all I’m saying is that if my stupid support-main ass can do midway decently as Aphelios on free-to-play rotation I really think the hype around him is overblown.

That’s enough hot takes from me. He’s the point where I list 5 goals for this build instead of 3 and make 200 years jokes.

GOALS

Calibrum - We’ll need a long-ranged weapon to harass our foes and pick them off when they try to run.

Severum - If enemies get too close or we get too low we’ll need a way to keep ourselves alive in a 1v1.

Gravitum - We’ll need to control our foes to always stay in an advantageous position.

Infernum - AoE damage is always useful to deal with crowds.

Crescendum - To take down the toughest of foes we’ll need to unleash all our firepower and even get our weapons to fir themselves.

Basically we need literally everything, all packed within 20 levels of D&D and 200 years of game design.

RACE

Aphelios is a human... but ellipsis means that another race makes more sense. Aphelios has his sister advising him wherever he goes in life, so to play two spirits in one a Kalashtar is a good choice! Your Wisdom score increases by 2 and your Charisma increases by 1. Alune’s Dual Mind grants you Advantage on Wisdom saving throws, and her Mental Discipline lets you resist Psychic damage. Alune also keeps you Severed from Dreams, meaning that you’re immune to spells that require you to dream (like the Dream spell) but not spells that require you to sleep (like Sleep.)

Aphelios doesn’t talk (unless you want him to) but Alune can make a Mind Link to speak telepathically with others! You can speak telepathically to any creature you can see that’s within a number of feet of you equal to 10 times your level. You don’t need to share a language with them, but they must be able to understand at least one language. You can also use your action to give that creature the ability to speak telepathically with you for 1 hour or until you end this effect as an action. To use this ability, the creature must be able to see you and must be within this trait’s range. You can only give this ability to only one person at a time however, as it ends when you give it to someone else. Oh and speaking of languages you know Common, Quori (which no one is going to have outside of Eberron lol), and one other language of your choice: Celestial probably makes the most sense but you can pick whatever you fancy.

ABILITY SCORES

15; CHARISMA - You’re a kpop pretty boy, because Aphelios has more guns than body types in League of Legends.

14; WISDOM - I mean you get advantage in Wisdom saves anyways: may as well make the skill good too?

13; DEXTERITY - You are a marksman but we aren’t really using DEX for combat. So in other words: something something Medium Armor.

12; CONSTITUTION - You are one of the squishiest ADCs in the game but you do have enough sustain to keep yourself alive.

10; INTELLIGENCE - You were trained spiritually, as opposed to academically. That being said Religion is an Intelligence skill for some reason.

8; STRENGTH - I mean look at Aphelios’ arms; kid’s a freaking twink.

BACKGROUND

Aphelios fights for him and his sister’s faith in the Lunari... bit unorthodox, but you’re certainly quite the devoted Acolyte. As an acolyte you get proficiency in Religion but I’d replace your proficiency in Insight with Medicine, which you’re probably used to after drinking so much poison. You also learn two languages that you won’t use because Aphelios is mute. (But yeah pick whatever you think will be useful and if you want to feel free to swap your languages for tools or something. A Herbalism Kit or Poisoner’s Kit actually works rather well given your favorite drink to keep close to your sister.)

Alune may be in the Shelter of the Faithful but you can return to the temple from time to time for solace. You and your adventuring companions can expect free healing and care at a temple, shrine, or other established location of Lunari faith (you have to provide any material components for spells though.) The Lunari will support you (but only you) at a modest lifestyle in the temples.

If you’re near your sister’s shrine you can ask the chosen Lunari priests for assistance, provided the assistance you ask for is not hazardous and you remain in good standing with your temple and your sister.

(Artwork by SixMoreVodka Studios. Made for Legends of Runeterra by Riot Games.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - SORCERER 1

Starting off as a Sorcerer for proficiency in CON saving throws lol, but also for proficiency in Arcana and the Insight skill we skipped from our background. But Sorcerers get to choose their subclass at level 1 and to get closer to the Aspects grab a touch of the Divine Soul. As a Weapon of the Faithful you are Favored by the Gods, letting you add 2d4 to a missed attack roll or saving throw once per Short or Long Rest for a touch of Alune’s guidance. I’m going to mention now that a death saving throw is technically a saving throw, and I mention it because your AC is 11 and your health is 7. Level 1 ADCs, am I right?

Anyways: Divine Souls get Divine Magic for one extra spell from the Cleric spell list: technically you’re supposed to take one of the ones they suggest to you but I’d recommend Guiding Bolt for Calibrum’s Q: a long ranged shot that lets you shoot the target more easily afterwards.

And of course being able to cast spells implies that you have Spellcasting! You can learn four cantrips from the Sorcerer or Cleric list which means you can grab Guidance for a bit more of your sister’s help. You can also grab Word of Radiance to attack everyone near you with Severum’s Q, Acid Splash for some AoE damage from Infernum (should it be doing fire damage? Yeah probably), and Light to see with your dumb Kalashtar eyes. You can also learn two leveled spells like Sanctuary to protect yourself or your allies as long as they act peacefully, and Ice Knife for a more ranged AoE blast from Infernum.

If you want you can grab Mage Armor or something because your AC and HP are kinda uhhhhhhhhhh... trash?

LEVEL 2 - WARLOCK 1

Hopefully you didn’t die as a level 1 Aphelios with 7 HP and 11 AC; we didn’t even get 200 years of damage yet! Warlocks get to choose their subclass at level 1 as well which means you can shape yourself as the Fiend the Solari see you as. Dark One’s Blessing grants you temporary hitpoints equal to your Charisma modifier plus your Warlock level whenever you slay a foe for Severum’s lifesteal and passive shield.

You also get Pact Magic, which is like regular Spellcasting but your spell slots are funny! You can learn two cantrips from the Warlock list like Eldritch Blast to blast while you eldritch, and Chill Touch for some Grievous Wounds. You can also learn two Warlock spells like Burning Hands from the Fiendlock list to blast your foes with Infernum, and Hex to mark your foe for death under the moon.

LEVEL 3 - WARLOCK 2

Second level Warlocks get access to Eldritch Invocations like Agonizing Blast to agonize your blasts, and Lance of Lethargy to slow your foes with Gravitum. You can also learn another Warlock spell like Unseen Servant for some extra sisterly help. I mean, you’re probably going to replace these all next level anyways.

LEVEL 4 - WARLOCK 3

Third level Warlocks can choose their Pact Boon and truthfully? Just about any of them work. Pact of the Blade would be the most “in-character” but your Strength and Dexterity are both kind of bad and you don’t need to use weapons. Pact of the Chain will let you personify Alune on your person and get a shitty version of Crescendum’s turret but Aphelios doesn’t have a pet. Pact of the Tome lets you get Aspect of the Moon which is funny in its own right and more cantrips are universally useful. And hell: even Pact of the Talisman is useful for your sister to lend her aid to someone else in the party. Basically this is an elaborate way for me to say that your Pact Boon doesn’t matter much for this build, as we won’t be using any of the abilities or invocations from your Pact Boon much. So pick what you think will be useful and fun and make your own Aphelios!

With that being said: you can also learn second level Warlock spells now! Shadow Blade will serve as Crescendum’s blade that you can throw at the enemy, but it is based on your DEX which is kind of... bad? Well at least you can replace Unseen Servant with Misty Step, because a summoner’s Flash is more useful than your sister’s unseen help.

LEVEL 5 - WARLOCK 4

Man isn’t it fun to wait until level 5 to not die when the enemy support breathes on you? That uneven Dexterity score was done so you could grab the Moderately Armored feat for +1 to your Dexterity and proficiency in Medium Armor and Shields. Grab both to get hit less, basically!

You can also learn another spell like Hold Person for Gravitum’s root. And another cantrip like Minor Illusion for your sister to summon some props that you can hide behind.

(Artwork by Jennifer Wuestling. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 6 - WARLOCK 5

Hey that Medium Armor doesn’t really fit your outfit: how about the Mask of Many Faces invocation to put on some skins?

Third level spells are also useful! Vampiric Touch will let you heal in close range by damaging your foes with Severum.

LEVEL 7 - WARLOCK 6

6th level Fiend Warlocks get more guidance from Alune. The Solari may call it the Dark One’s Own Luck but all it lets you do is add a d10 to an ability check or saving throw once per Short or Long Rest. I mean hey: if you want a load of saving throw insurance this plus Favored by the Gods basically means you’re adding +10 to a saving throw!

You can also learn another spell but the only ones I’d want have very expensive components. Basically I want a Tasha’s summoning spell for Crescendum’s turret, but you’re going to be replacing it with...

LEVEL 8 - WARLOCK 7

4th level Warlocks can learn Summon Aberration which is a little more than just a turret! You can choose between a Beholderkin turret, Slaad tank, or Star Spawned Aspect! I’m not going to go too deep into this spell as you can read up on it for yourself but the point is you’ve got some backup now!

Alternatively if you want I think your sis could use some friends: Banishment will send them up to the temple where they’ll have to sit around and chat peacefully with Alune. Or if they’re not from the plane you’re in they’ll just be sent home.

Oh and you can also get another Eldritch Invocation like Eldritch Spear to keep your range with Calibrum.

LEVEL 9 - WARLOCK 8

8th level Warlocks get another Ability Score Improvement: you should probably increase your Charisma for more damage and accuracy with your weapons.

Speaking of weapons Dimension Door will let you head back to fountain to buy more weapons, or get out of danger and in range to use your weapons.

(Artwork by SixMoreVodka Studios. Made for Legends of Runeterra by Riot Games.)

LEVEL 10 - SORCERER 2

We’ve gotten all of out basic auto attacks: now I want some of Aphelios’ finer abilities. Second level Sorcerers get a Font of Magic for Sorcery Points which currently do nothing other than let you get more spell slots. You can melt down your Warlock slots however to get more Sorcery points, which will be useful later.

And of course you can learn more spells, but we’re going to wait for...

LEVEL 11 - SORCERER 3

Third level Sorcerers can finally learn Metamagic to empower their spells! You can take Quickened Spell for some Attack Speed, or Seeking Spell for some armor penetration to deal with higher AC enemies.

You can also learn second level spells like Icingdeath’s Frost (UA soon to be in Fizban’s hopefully) to blast foes with Infernum then Gravitum, or Dragon’s Breath to blast Infernum all throughout the fight.

LEVEL 12 - SORCERER 4

Would be good to cap off that Charisma, so go ahead and do so with your ASI.

You can also learn another spell like Spiritual Weapon for a turret you can move around a bit, and a new cantrip like Mage Hand for your sister’s help reaching the top shelf.

(Artwork made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 13 - SORCERER 5

5th level Sorcerers can get some Magical Guidance from their sister to reroll ability checks, because she’s been reading up on Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything.

You can also learn a new spell like Fireball... I mean I really shouldn’t need to justify this. It’s Fireball. Blast them with Moonlight Vigil for a burst of Infernum’s fire!

LEVEL 14 - SORCERER 6

6th level Divine Soul Sorcerers can use their Sorcery Points for Empowered Healing... wait you have healing? Well whenever you or an ally within 5 feet of you rolls dice to heal from a spell, you can spend 1 sorcery point to reroll any number of those dice once, as long as you’re not incapacitated. This technically doesn’t work with Vampiric Touch (since that spell does damage and then heals you based on how much damage it deals) but if your support heals you or a nearby ally there’s no reason not to give them an extra pick-me-up!

You can also learn another spell but I’m going to hop back to second level real quick for Mirror Image. It perhaps doesn’t fit as well (which is why I didn’t take it until now) but it’s very good to keep yourself alive, and as a squishy Lunari boy it’ll be very helpful to make it harder for the enemy to hit you.

LEVEL 15 - SORCERER 7

7th level Sorcerers can learn 4th level spells like Guardian of Faith for a turret that actually stands still! It shoots at anyone who comes close, and when it runs out of ammo it disappears. But what’s cool about this spell is that it lasts for 8 hours, which is plenty of time to rest through the night while your sister watches over you.

LEVEL 16 - SORCERER 8

8th level Sorcerers get another Ability Score Improvement or Feat: seeing as you’re mostly casting War Caster would be a good pickup to keep your Concentration with your bad Constitution and also hit those who come too close with magic. Or you could just get better Constitution maybe since it’s a bit late for War Caster tbh...

You can also learn another spell like Death Ward, for a Guardian Angel that you’re probably going to need seeing as you still have less than a hundred health.

(Artwork by Francis Tneh and West Studios. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 17 - SORCERER 9

9th level Sorcerers can learn 5th level spells like Teleportation Circle to recall back to base or to your sister’s temple. If you know the sequence of sigils to go back to a teleportation circle you can use this spell to link yourself back to it. You can also create a new circle over the course of a year. (And by spending a lot of gold.)

Basically this is my way of saying that we got all we wanted after level 16 tbh and I’m kinda just going through the motions of grabbing your last few levels.

LEVEL 18 - SORCERER 10

10th level Sorcerers get their third Metamagic option! Hurrah! By this point you have enough spells that force saving throws that Heightened Spell is a good option to make it a lot harder for your opponents to resist 200 years of magic!

You can also learn another 5th level spell like Hold Monster for Gravitum’s root against a ganking Fiddlesticks. And another cantrip: I somehow didn’t take Prestidigitation until now, so grab it for all sorts of basic Lunari magic.

LEVEL 19 - SORCERER 11

11th level Sorcerers can learn a 6th level spell! This is going to be your final, highest level spell; your ultimate ability! And I’d consider an ultimate from a fed Aphelios to be a Circle of Death. It’s a huge AoE that does a lot of damage: a simple nuke for a simple ADC that isn’t remotely confusing.

LEVEL 20 - SORCERER 12

12th level Sorcerers get one last Ability Score Improvement or Feat... I’m going to be honest: this doesn’t fit Aphelios but you likely have around 100 HP. Do yourself a favor and grab the Tough feat for 40 extra health.

FINAL BUILD

PROS

For every phase, a weapon - Wow who would’ve guessed building for versatility makes you versatile? You have a huge variety of spells for just about any occasion: AoEs to deal with crowds, single-target spells to take down big foes, crowd control to keep enemies in place, summons to keep enemies targeting them instead of your allies, and of course more than enough damage to shake a stick at.

In your hand; from my heart - Sorcery points also give you plenty of flexibility, notably in your ability to greatly increase damage output thanks to Quickened Spell on Eldritch Blasts and Seeking Spell to reroll missed Eldritch Blasts. But being able to turn your Warlock slots into ammo for your more useful guns is extremely useful and allows you to better adapt to various situations.

I am with you... shining above - Medium armor goes quite a long way! A Breastplate and Shield gives you a solid 18 AC, and if you’re willing to have Stealth Disadvantage upgrading to Half Plate gives you a respectable 19 AC!

CONS

You make yourself a weapon, so you do not have to feel - Skill proficiencies are reserved for those who don’t spend 200 years on damage. You have two skills from your background and two from your class and none of them are particularly great. Sure your Insight and Medicine skills are fine enough but you’re going to be beaten in Arcana by a Wizard and Religion by a Cleric also a Wizard, because Religion is an Intelligence skill for some reason.

Your life upon the altar, brother... - Even with the Tough feat your health is extremely poor. d6 hit die hurt and anyone with Power Word Kill can easily execute you. While I did give you good Wisdom for roleplay’s sake you could (and probably should) opt for Constitution instead.

An omen in your grasp - Your low health is kind of a problem when a lot of your spells force you into close range. There are ways to use spells like Burning Hands, Dragon’s Breath, Shadow Blade, and Vampiric Touch without getting too close (those methods being the Distant Spell Metamagic which we didn’t take; you could totally replace Seeking Spell if you wanted though) but Severum and Infernum are balanced around their low range. There’s no reason you can’t throw balance out the window to take spells that will likely be more useful.

But you are a weapon, sworn to carry your faith and show the world the light in the darkness. Your task is to slay those that deny the right of your people before they even know you are there... Sure confusing them as to what you are even doing is also effective, and I guess it doesn’t matter if your abilities make sense if they’re all dead. They’ll have 200 years to figure out how you killed them: I’m sure that’s plenty of time to read your ability descriptions.

(Artwork by @NAOMM29 on Twitter.)

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sondepoch · 4 years

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Hogwarts, Basically (Solomon x Reader)

When you finally leave RAD, the last thing you expect is to be whisked off by Solomon to a human school of magic. What you expect even less is for the white-haired mage to become your dormmate, and to be forced into a life of spells, potions, and wizardry. But what you expect the least is to find yourself pining after the sorcerer, reduced to something akin to a lost puppy, staring at him in longing at every chance you get. Or, correction: What you expect the least is for Solomon to feel the same way.

~Oneshot

MASTERLIST

At the very beginning, Lucifer warned you: stay away from Solomon. Never trust the shady sorcerer. Keep your distance at all costs, and do not interact.

But you never listened.

No, you were convinced that you knew better. That the white-haired mage had good inside him, that he wasn't a demon in human skin with an agenda more suspicious than Diavolo's own. For an entire year, you believed in him, and the two of you stayed by each other's side the whole time you were in the Devildom.

You have so many good memories with him.

The two of you pulled pranks on Asmo. Downloaded TikTok onto Lucifer's phone. Ran a scam where you auctioned your souls off on D-Bay and kept the Grimm. You egged the student council hall on April Fool's day, and you even shared your food with the guy.

So many good memories.

So many tainted memories.

If you had known where it would land you, you never would have allowed yourself to get close to him.

"I fucking hate you," You grumble, darting forward and flopping onto your bed the second Solomon opens the door, groaning as you burrow your head in your pillow. It reeks of magic, much like everything else in this godforsaken place, and you're entirely sick of it, but you're too exhausted to even care right now. "I can't believe you fucking did this to me."

"Oh please, you're acting like this is the end of the world." The mage closes the door, and you hear the sound of shuffling as he puts his books away for the day, taking off his school jacket. His actions are innocent enough, but you're certain he finds amusement in your state, and the very thought fills your lungs with even more resentment toward your current situation.

"It is the end of the world," You grumble in protest. "I'm supposed to be relaxing right now. Playing video games with friends. Hanging out at a club. Wasting time on twitter, sending celebrities stupid pickup lines. Not doing more schoolwork at another fucking school of magic."

Solomon laughs lightly, a warm sound that you wish you didn't like.

"Technically, RAD wasn't a school of magic," He tells you.

"Oh, who fucking cares? This school is! You've kidnapped me and dumped me in Hogwarts, basically, and I hate Harry Potter!"

"How unfortunate for you, then." Solomon grins boyishly as he rolls your body over, eyes twinkling with mirth as he gazes at your utterly unamused expression. "Relax. You'll begin to enjoy your time here, once you get used to the course load. I dare say you might even find it fun to learn about our magical heritage."

"When pigs fly, Solomon," You quip back, opting to ignore the fact that your potions teacher told you that your end-of-year project would actually be to create a solution potent enough to give farm animals wings.

You sigh grumpily and roll over, closing your eyes and relaxing quietly as the sorcerer pats your shoulder, quietly telling you not to nap for too long, so you have time to finish your homework later.

You ignore him, for the most part.

I'll never enjoy it here, you convince yourself. As much as you love spending time with Solomon, you don't have it in you to completely change your life and begin studying magic, irregardless of how much the teachers at this school want you to. Ignoring the sound of scribbles as Solomon begins his own homework, you tell yourself that the mage is wrong, that all you need to do is flunk out during this first semester and then you'll be returned to your normal life in your home country.

What you don't expect is for Solomon's words to be proven true.

One week into your time at the academy, you've just begun to grow used to the course load. The students at school stop raising eyebrows at your face, and as you begin to grow accustomed to the school, it becomes accustomed to you.

Two weeks in, you've already fallen into a loose rhythm.

By three weeks, you've developed what a less apprehensive person would call "friends," and by four weeks, you're genuinely giving your studies your all, learning spellwork and enchantments with an almost-passionate fervor.

By the time the month has ended, you've actually forgotten your plans to flunk out.

And though you're surprised by your change of heart, the never-fading smile on Solomon's face makes you suspect that he predicted this from the start.

You glance up at him from your textbook, momentarily halting your note-taking to study the way the enthralled light never fades from his eyes, even as he glances from book to book while continuing to draw a summoning circle for his demonology class, somehow looking pleased even as he cross-checks his image.

You groan.

You've found yourself glancing up at Solomon more and more often in these past few days, distracted from your own studying by the way his hair falls over his forehead, or the way his chest sometimes peeks through when he undoes the top buttons of his dress shirt, or the way he sometimes bites his lip cutely when going over a particularly difficult passage. Hell, you once spent five minutes staring at the sorcerer's hands, because they looked oh-so-soft as he took notes on the book he was deciphering.

The first few times, you convinced yourself that it was merely because of how eye-catching he was. And that was a fair enough excuse. After all, the colors of this academy are black and gold—Solomon's pale skin stands out against the dark fabrics of the uniform and the even-darker furnishings of your dorm room.

But after catching yourself gazing wistfully at his lips a few too many times, you were forced to confront the truth.

You have a crush on the aggravating, annoying, sassy, difficult, handsome, cute mage.

But that's not even the worst part.

You think he knows.

A warmth creeps onto your cheeks the moment you begin to think about all the instances where Solomon has caught you staring at him over these past few weeks. There are almost too many examples. Early in the morning, when his hair is all messed up. Right after breakfast, when his lips have changed color to whatever potion he drank. On your way back from school, when you walk back to the dorm together. During homework sessions like these. Right after he steps out of the shower—oh, he's caught you gawking at him far too many times after returning from the shower. (You tried to play it off by saying that you were merely studying his pact marks, but you know he knows the truth. His abs are loosely defined, but they're there, and you want to lick them so bad it hurts.)

"MC?" Solomon calls, and you blink.

Fuck, you think, suddenly realizing that you were staring at him while you daydreamed about him.

Add one more to the count, you think with an internal groan, silently wondering how many more times the sorcerer will catch you staring at him.

"You good?" He questions, and you can see the smirk he's trying so hard to fight off his face.

"Uh—I'm going to the library," You blurt, opting to avoid the sorcerer's gaze as you grab your jacket, looping your arms through it with deftness despite how utterly befuddled your thoughts are as you escape the room. You don't have your books with you, or your library card for that matter, but anything is better than responding to that all-too-playful question.

You flee before Solomon has a chance to say anything else, all but running to the stairs and sauntering on down until you're outside the dorm building, the air crisp in your lungs as you inhale sharply.

I'm such a mess, you think to yourself, the lingering warmth on your cheeks beginning to cool as you fold your arms and walk in the direction of what you hope is the library. A few people crossing you nod their heads in greeting, quick smiles thrown your way as you return them, but no one stops to converse with you, and you're left alone to debate your affections for the sorcerer.

You sigh, trying to sort out your thoughts.

Solomon must harbor some affection for you, you know that.

After all, he's spent far too many nights explaining foreign concepts to you, calmly navigating you through the waters of magic where he could have simply directed you to a tutoring board.

Moreover, you've seen how he behaves with other students here at the academy. No matter who has come to your dorm, be two kids it for a group project or a single friend in preparation to summon a demon they're interested in, there's a barrier of cool distance Solomon maintains with everyone else, one that simply seems to disappear around you.

Distance, you think, recalling the awkward way Solomon avoids physical contact with others, using sorcery to do things as simple as handing a glass of water to a guest. With you, though, you've both only grown closer, once-awkward pats now having turned into comfortably leaning on each other whenever one of you is tired. Last week, Solomon even ran a hand through your hair, and though he blinked afterward in surprise, as if he hadn't meant to do that, there was an undeniable feeling of closeness to his actions, something which others would hardly expect to see from him.

Another sound of frustration spills from your lips, aggravated at your situation with the sorcerer. The two of you are closer than others, but still not close. More than casual friends, but hardly intimate. Beyond nothing, but not yet something.

You kick a rock lying on the ground, watching it sail into the grass as you brood over the fact that Solomon is more confusing than the history of magic.

And you might brood some more, maybe even consider confessing your affections to the sorcerer in question, if not for the fact that you randomly look up and the building that greets you is not the school library.

You blink, abruptly turning around to check the way you came, but it is also a road that you've never seen, never heard of, and certainly have never navigated.

"Fuck," You mutter to yourself, realizing your predicament.

You're lost.

***

In your dorm room, Solomon is growing increasingly frustrated over the summoning circle he's been instructed to sketch. His fingers are supposed to be tracing the emblem of Mephistopheles, but it's so similar to Barbatos (and he's so used to drawing the summoning circle of Barbatos) that he keeps messing up at the end and has to restart all over again.

Or at least, that's what he tells himself is the cause for his repeated failures.

Solomon is hardly dumb—he's well aware that the reason for his utter inability to focus right now is caused solely and explicitly by you, and that this would not be happening if he weren't worried for your whereabouts.

But at the same time, there's nothing he can do about the fact that you're already gone, or the fact that he just messed up again on this seal.

A frustrated groan leaves Solomon's lips, inwardly cursing himself for driving you from the room.

After all, he really needs to get this assignment done.

Then again, it's not like he would be doing much of a better job if you were still here.

The sorcerer can never find himself fully able to focus around you, eyes always drawn upward to study you. It feels like if he casts his gaze away for too long, he'll miss something—the way your eyes light up every time you understand a concept, the way your eyebrows furrow every time you don't. It's the little things he tries to pay attention to: how you silently nod your head at the end of every sentence you read to the way you aimlessly fumble with your blanket whenever an assignment bores you.

Solomon is positive that he's successfully picked up on every one of your little quirks, by now. At a single glance, he can tell what subject you're studying by the way you're sprawled out over your bed, and if he looks a little longer, he might even be able to tell how good a mood you're in based on the way you tap your pen against your notebook. Give him enough time, and he's even picked apart how the way you kick your feet in the air relates to how nervous you are for an upcoming quiz.

Yeah, Solomon really hasn't been doing too well in his school, with how much he's been focusing on you.

Of course, you don't notice it at all. No, Solomon cast a spell long ago which makes it look like he's studying diligently even as he gazes absentmindedly at the way you run a hand through your hair when you're tired, making it incredibly easy for him to catch all the little glances you've been giving him these past few weeks.

Does he feel guilty for watching you watch him?

Absolutely.

Does he think about removing the spell?

All the time.

Does that mean he will change anything?

Most definitely not.

The look of shock on your face every time he casually "catches" you staring at him is too attractive for him to stop, especially since the immediate state of fluster it induces is so amusing to watch.

But that doesn't stop him from regretting calling you out just now, because while he's pretty sure you know your way around the campus, he's also well-aware that whenever your head is in a jumble, you lose all sense of awareness.

I'll wait, he decides, rapping his pencil against the outline of the sketch he's working on, reaching for a ruler. I need to finish this assignment, anyway.

But then ten minutes turns into twenty, and by the time Solomon is done with his assignment, the hour is over, signaled by the four loud rings from the grandfather clock on the ground floor.

The mage glances at your empty bed, set just six feet across from his, and he frowns.

I'll wait a little longer.

But one hour stretches into two, and two stretches into three, and nearly four hours have passed by the time the sun sets, and Solomon is pacing back and forth in the dorm, glancing at the door every time he turns, in hopes that you'll walk through it.

Fucking hell, he thinks to himself, grabbing his academy jacket as he flips his book closed and shoves it onto his desk.

He isn't going to torture himself any longer like this.

Hell, he'll confess if that's what it takes to bring you back, because right now, he's going crazy cooped up in this room and there's only one thing that's going to calm him down.

Shoving his keys into his pocket, he yanks the door open, all final hopes of you standing on the other sides crushed when he sees the almost-empty hall, and the questioning eyes of students wondering why he's heading out when it's so close to curfew.

He huffs in exasperation, slamming the door shut as he walks out, long legs carrying him in the direction of where he suspects you got lost.

He's really fallen for such a troublesome person.

Then again, Solomon adores even that part of you.

***

You've never been so relieved to see a clump of white hair.

Or, well, maybe you have—you know, given that Mammon has saved you more than a few times from Lucifer's wrath—but you've never been so relieved in the human world to see a familiar, fluffy clump of white hair.

"Solomon!" You exclaim the moment you set your eyes on the mage, sprinting forward to capture him in a tight hug. He stiffens at the contact, and you inwardly note that this is probably the closest you've ever physically been to him, but you don't care. Maybe it's the instincts that were drilled into you after being surrounded by demons for a whole year, but you had seriously begun to think that you would die out here.

"How on earth did you get here?" Solomon asks incredulously, gazing at your surroundings.

"I, um." You suddenly feel embarrassed. "I got lost, and then I sort of just picked a direction and walked."

"You..." Solomon pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation, unable to even bring himself to repeat your words back to you. "You do realize that that's the worst possible thing you could have done, right?" The mage shoots a frown your way. "Do you even know how far off-campus we are right now?"

You ignore his words off with a smile, following him gleefully as he shakes his head in disapproval. "Then isn't it wonderful that I had you to come find me?"

You laugh, the sound filling the otherwise empty night, missing the way Solomon fights off an instinctive smile at the sound.

"If you turn tail and run away every single time I catch you staring at me, we're going to have an issue," The sorcerer mutters, more under his breath than to you. You ignore his words, neither wanting to nor knowing how to respond. "Your crush on me is only going to bring more trouble to us, if things continue on like this."

And that gets to you.

(And though you don't know it, the sorcerer is equally mortified by his statement. He certainly hadn't wanted to confront you like that.)

"You know?!" You exclaim, eyes round in horror. You always knew that he must have had his own suspicions, but for him to just come out and say it? You stare at the man with a mouth agape, raw embarrassment warming your cheeks for the second time today.

"Ah, yes," Solomon comments lamely, wincing when he hears how his words must sound. "I mean, ahem, I would actually, erm, consider myself, goodness look at that goose, to harbor similar sentiments.

"You...what?" You ask suspiciously, partially confident that Solomon just confessed but at the same time confused whether his words mean what you think they do. "You like me?" You ask hesitantly, watching the mage's expressions carefully.

"'Like' is such a strange word," Solomon begins. "One might consider it to be an expression of indifference, whereas another would—"

You cut the mage off with a sharp elbow to the stomach and a pointed glare, warning him to stop being around the bush.

"Fine," He mutters, shooting you a sulky glare. "Yes. I like you, okay? Are you happy now?"

A warm smile blooms on your face as you hear the sorcerer say those words, savoring the beautiful pink that swells on his usually-pale cheeks as he averts his eyes and crosses his arms.

"Yes, that does make me happy," You muse, grinning. "For how long?" You probably didn't have to ask that question—but Solomon's evident embarrassment makes it impossible not to milk this situation for all it's worth.

"Since...the Devildom," He mutters, the pink on his cheeks surging with even more prominence.

You blink at that.

The Devildom?

That's even longer than you've liked him!

"Wow," You confess, eyes slightly round in wonder. "I...I had no idea, this whole time."

"Yeah, I...kind of made sure of that."

"What do you mean?" You pause in your walk to glance at the man standing next to you. "How'd you stop me from figuring it out?"

"I, uh," Solomon scratches the back of his neck, glancing away sheepishly. "I may have used magic."

Wow.

Well, that—

Yeah, that was entirely expected.

A huff leaves your throat, and you cross your arms dramatically as you saunter ahead of Solomon, not bothering to acknowledge the fact that Asmo once warned you that, if Solomon ever started liking you, this was exactly the sort of thing he would do.

You pause, glancing right and then left as you approach a crossing, completely unsure of which way to go but unwilling to reduce yourself to asking the sorcerer from help. Not when you can feel the waves of apology radiating off him.

"Are you mad?" He asks when you stop, and the hesitant inflection of his voice only makes you fall for him more because of how annoyingly adorable you find it.

"Maybe," You respond, deciding to keep him in suspense. "But you can make it up to me."

Before Solomon can ask how, you walk in front of him and turn around such that you're facing him, one arm on your hip as you send a confident smirk.

"Given that we both like each other, see..." You trail off, standing in front of him with a devilish grin on your face as you wait for him to piece together what you're hinting at.

You see his eyes widen, the moment of realization dawning in his eyes as he understands what you're asking him to do.

Solomon doesn't hesitate much after that. He barely spends a single moment preparing himself, and then one hand is reaching for your cheek while his lips pull closer, and you savor the sight of his eyes closing as he presses his lips to yours, and then your own eyes are closed, basking in the feeling of warmth as you grin and lean into the kiss, lifting your own arms to his neck, looping them around to play with his hair the way you've thought about so many times.

Something about the situation is undeniably blissful, undeniably comfortable, and undeniably right as you both kiss, and the very notion that you could have ever been so hesitant about doing this makes you both laugh, the two of you smiling and giggling into the kiss like fools.

You lean back slightly, pulling away to beam at the sorcerer with a proud smile, but Solomon chases your lips, dipping his head forward and halting you from going further back by snaking a hand around your waist. Not at all minding this development, you grin as he turns the kiss passionate, slipping his tongue through your lips with a determined force you can't help but be turned on by, and then the lightheartedness of the previous moment is replaced by a sudden passion for more of this, more of the feeling of Solomon's mouth against yours, more of him.

You bring your hands to his chest, pushing him backward and onto a bench that could not be more conveniently placed as you press his body down onto it, and he doesn't bother commenting on how you're wrinkling his shirt when you grab fistfuls of it and straddle his lap. Or maybe he does try, but you'll never find out, because seconds later your lips are back to being pressed against his and everything else in the world disappears.

"Fuck," Solomon whispers, gasping when you part for air, his fingers just about to slip under your shirt as he caresses your waist.

"Yeah," You respond, knowing exactly what he's talking about. When your eyes dart from his flushed neck to his eyes, the look he gives you is nothing short of sinful.

Seconds later, the two of you are kissing again—because really, Solomon can't look at you like that and not expect you to immediately throw yourself at him—and his fingers really do squirm their way underneath your shirt, the feeling of his touch almost electric as his fingers grip your waist firmly.

And then it really doesn't matter that you're both still in public, that you're straddling Solomon on a public bench and that it's almost well curfew, because holy fuck you've both wanted to do this for way longer than anyone should have to wait, and now that you've started, nothing will pull you apart.

Bonus:

From his lovely little cloud in the heavens, Simeon cheers, a warm smile on his face as he watches his two favorite humans give in to the attraction that has always been painfully obvious to him.

He hums peacefully, internally wondering how he'll go about collecting his money from Lucifer, now that he's won their bet about how long it would take for the two of you to grow intimate—but his bliss is short-lived as he watches you tug Solomon's tie off, a light gasp leaving both his and Solomon's lips, though for two very different reasons.

"No!" Simeon cries, gasping dramatically with a hand over his chest as he realizes what is happening. "You're in public! In public!"

He moans in distress, falling to his knees as he sends a prayer up to Father for you both, his horror widening as he catches sight of buttons popping off your shirt as Solomon slips his hands underneath it, both of you starved and desperate for more contact than your clothes can provide.

"Little lambs!" He wails in horror, and all the other angels stop what they're doing for a moment to wonder what has their Simeon in such a twist, nearly every angel in the heavens listening to the sound of his utterly defeated whimpers that follow as he crawls back into bed, trying his best to forget the unholy sight that now plagues his mind.

"Forgive me, Father," He murmurs, fingers darting from his forehead to his chest, then right and left. But then, he thinks of a better prayer: "Forgive them."

Bonus bonus:

Centuries later, Simeon will reluctantly (and drunkenly) recount this tale to Asmodeus, who will immediately cheer in support. The fifth-born will claim to have always sensed the unspoken sexual tension between the two of you, and has always been an ardent supporter of "giving in to temptation," regardless of how public one's surroundings may be. After hearing Simeon's story, he'll order another round of drinks for the bar, paying for it himself in honor of everyone's two favorite humans, the demon cheering both your names loudly and downing a shot before promptly passing out on Simeon's lap.

MASTERLIST

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Fun fact: originally, the academy that mc and solomon are at was supposed to be RAS - the royal academy of Solomon - just like RAD, but solomon was the headmaster (and there was a corresponding RAM run by Michael in the Celestial Realm) :) Not fun fact: I’m also working on a diavolo fic right now and it feels like every word is a breath of air being ripped from my already asphyxiated lungs :)

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potatowitch · 3 years

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Hawke as Companion

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Is your OC a Companion in the Dragon Age series? What would it be like for a player to select them to join their party for quests (or romance them, perhaps? ��)

I did originally plan on doing this for my Inquisitor but, as always, I've got Hawke brainrot instead, and I figured writing some companion interactions would be so much more interesting with her as a companion than my Lavellan. This got .... very long.

You have selected RIAN to join your party!

Race: HUMAN

Gender: FEMALE

Class: MAGE

Specialization: BLOOD MAGE

BACKGROUND

Marian Elaine Hawke, known also as “Rian”, “Chuckles”, “Champion of Kirkwall” and “Hawke, NO” was born in 9:06 Dragon to Malcolm and Leandra Hawke. Despite having to keep her father's magic a secret, she was never led to believe that magic was anything but a gift. Therefore, she spent much of her younger years experimenting to see if she could produce magic, eventually managing at age 9 to light the fireplace with a tiny fireball.

Growing up, she was attached to Malcolm at the hip - the two of them shared not only their magic but their senses of humor and general chaotic energy.

After the Hawke family fled Lothering during the Blight, Hawke joined Athenril’s smugglers to pay off her entry into Kirkwall. As soon as she met Varric at the start of Act 1, they became inseparable best friends - Hawke often cites Varric as her soulmate and the platonic love of her life. During the Deep Roads expedition, Carver became infected with the Blight, and with the help of Anders, Hawke was able to lead him to the Grey Wardens so he could join their ranks.

Over the years, she developed close relationships with most of her companions except for Aveline and Sebastian. Her friendship with Merrill eventually developed into a committed romance, and Hawke started to practice blood magic after recognising that Merrill could do so without being "evil". The two of them eventually also developed feelings for Isabela, and as such she joined their romance as well.

By Act 3, Hawke had become a staunch supporter of mage rights, a dedicated member of the Underground, and wholeheartedly supported Anders’ choice to destroy Kirkwall’s Chantry.

Following the destruction of the Chantry, Hawke and her friends fled Kirkwall, splitting up despite Hawke desperately wanting them to remain together. Isabela and Merrill chose to remain with Hawke, and the three of them traveled across the Free Marches, occasionally running into Anders and assisting him in rescuing mages from rebelling Circles. Eventually, Isabela managed to acquire a new crew, and her partners were more than happy to sail with her as she established herself once again as the Queen of the Eastern Seas.

INQUISITION

Depending on the player’s choices in Here Lies The Abyss, Hawke can be convinced to stay and help the Inquisition further instead of accompanying the remaining Wardens to Weisshaupt, becoming a full companion. She will move to sit with Varric by the fire in the main hall. Hawke will also be present in Varric’s companion cutscene where he invites the Inquisitor to play Wicked Grace.

Upon first being recruited to the Inquisition, Hawke’s specialisation is not available - when automatically leveled, she will put points primarily into the Inferno and Storm trees. Her unique specialisation, Blood Mage, only becomes available if the Inquisitor has allied with the mages at Redcliffe. At that point, Hawke will initiate a conversation with the Inquisitor about their opinions on blood magic, and if the Inquisitor states that they have no problem with it, her specialisation will open. Otherwise, she will refuse to admit her use of blood magic to the Inquisitor.

At this point, Hawke will also speak more openly about her support of Anders. She will eventually admit that they are still in contact, though she won't tell the Inquisitor anything that could give them an idea of Anders’ whereabouts.

Her specialisation is not open to the Inquisitor, however Hawke can offer to teach a mage Inquisitor "a neat trick", which will give the player the choice to replace their current Focus ability with Hawke's.

BLOOD MAGE

Upon unlocking Hawke's specialisation, she will gain a large increase to her Constitution but her mana bar will become considerably shorter, and conventional healing effects will only operate at 25% efficiency. If she is out of mana, she will automatically revert to using her health pool to power her spells instead.

Her spell tree is very similar to the Dragon Age 2 Blood Mage tree, however it does not include the Blood Slave ability - it is instead replaced with Blood Bomb, which is a variant of Walking Bomb. Instead of applying a damage over time curse to a target, Hawke channels a spell that corrupts the targets' blood from the inside until the target dies - at which point they explode, doing damage to nearby enemies. This spell continually consumes Hawke's mana and health while it is being channeled.

Her Focus ability is Major Sacrifice, a variant of the Knight-Enchanter's Resurgence. Instead of healing the party to full health and providing an ongoing healing aura, Major Sacrifice will instead heal the party to full health but take 25% of Hawke's current health, and will provide an aura of ongoing damage to nearby enemies, converting their health into health for the party.

VARRIC'S PERSONAL QUEST IN VALAMMAR

If the Inquisitor brings Hawke to Valammar, she will be suspiciously quiet throughout the quest - though she will pipe up to complain about the Darkspawn. Following the reveal that Bianca shared the location of the thaig, Hawke will be furious and will argue with her.

Upon returning to Skyhold and speaking to Varric, the cutscene will begin in the middle of a conversation between him and Hawke.

HAWKE: You deserve better, you know. VARRIC: Yeah, you've said that before. HAWKE: It bears repeating. As many times as it takes to get it through your thick head. You deserve so much better. VARRIC: *sigh* Thanks, Chuckles.

APPROVAL AND ROMANCE

Hawke is not romanceable, though she welcomes playful flirting from a female Inquisitor. She will eventually initiate a conversation where she makes sure the Inquisitor isn't expecting the flirting to go anywhere further, as she is already in a relationship.

RIAN APPROVES OF: Supporting mage freedom, open-mindedness with magic and spirits, sarcasm, humor, stealing from nobility, pranking nobility, loyalty to your friends, being nice to Varric, terrible puns.

RIAN DISAPPROVES OF: Chantry rhetoric, the Circles, Templars, Tranquility, authority, betraying your friends, ignorance, pomposity, being mean to Varric.

Hawke will not leave the Inquisition, even if her approval is at Hostile. When questioned about this, she will say:

HAWKE: Did you miss the part where Corypheus is my responsibility? I’m going to fix my fuck-up, Inquisitor. If I have to put up with you while I do it, then, well … I’ve always said the Maker has a sick sense of humor.

TRESPASSER

Following Corypheus' defeat, Hawke leaves the Inquisition to rejoin Merrill and Isabela.

Once Trespasser is started, Hawke can be found accompanying Varric and Bran to the Winter Palace.

During exploration of the Eluvians, if both Hawke and Varric are in the party, they will briefly discuss how excited Merrill would be by all this, and Hawke will say "You'd better be writing all this down, Varric."

She will approve of redeeming Solas, though she won't disapprove if the Inquisitor decides they would rather kill him.

High Approval

If Varric has chosen to give the Inquisitor an estate in Kirkwall, Hawke will pipe up during the conversation saying she's excited to be neighbors, offering to give the Inquisitor the key to her wine cellar - though she will complain that Varric has never given her control of the harbor, to which Bran will mutter "thank the Maker".

Regardless of the Inquisition's fate, Hawke will return to her lovers, occasionally keeping in touch with the Inquisitor via letters.

Low Approval

If the Inquisitor has low approval with Hawke, they will be informed that she left as soon as the Inquisitor stepped back out of the Eluvian following the final confrontation with Solas. The epilogue slides will state that her whereabouts are, once again, unknown.

COMBAT COMMENTS

Killing an enemy

And stay down!

One more for me. We’re keeping score, right?

Have at you!

How’s my hair looking? (COMBAT ENDS)

I wonder what’s in their pockets. (COMBAT ENDS)

Oh, ew. I’m not cleaning that up. (COMBAT ENDS)

Low Health

This is going badly!

Little help, maybe?

Why are none of you healers?

This hurts! This really hurts!

Low Health (Companions)

INQUISITOR: You good over there, boss?

VARRIC: Varric, that blood better not be yours!

COLE: Help the kid!

CASSANDRA: They’re swarming the Seeker!

BLACKWALL: Hang on, Beardy!

IRON BULL: Bull’s in trouble!

Fallen Companions

INQUISITOR: Shit! Trevelyan/Lavellan/Adaar/Cadash is down!

VARRIC: Don’t you dare leave me now, Varric!

COLE: Cole! No!

CASSANDRA: Seeker is down! How did they manage that?

SOLAS: Come on, Solas!

DORIAN: Help Dorian!

SERA: Awful quiet, isn’t it? Oh shit, Sera!

LOCATION COMMENTS

(first time seeing a High Dragon) *laughing* "Oh, this will be fun!" IF VARRIC IS IN THE PARTY: "Hawke, the last time you fought one of these you nearly died." "Yeah, but I didn't die. That's the important thing."

(approaching a campsite) "Well ... I've slept in worse places."

(when collecting a Shard) "Let me guess. We have to collect a stupid amount of these for a really stupid reason, and they're all going to be in really stupid, hard to reach places. *sighs* I love adventuring."

HINTERLANDS

"Have we been here before? Feels like we've been here before."

(upon unlocking the cabin in Redcliffe with the Tranquil skulls) "That's ... fucking Maker. Tranquil have always made me uncomfortable but ... they were still people. They were still... shit, I need a second."

FALLOW MIRE

"Eugh, that smell! Worse than my dog when he's eaten cheese, and that's saying something."

(upon killing Widris) "Something, something, crazy mages ... "

"Oh, walking corpses. That's nice."

STORM COAST

(upon seeing the dragon vs giant fight) *laughing* "Oh, that's brilliant!"

"Not to sound like Varric, but why are there so many bloody hills around here? My legs hurt."

EXALTED PLAINS

"Maker, I hate Orlais."

(finding Valorin's corpse) *sighs* "Might sound a little hypocritical coming from me, but ... blood magic is not for the careless."

(seeing the ruined bridge, if Varric is in the party) "Hey Varric - " "Don't you dare, Hawke." "C'mon, please?" "You are not tossing me!" "Spoilsport."

EMERALD GRAVES

"I've always thought it was beautiful how the Dalish bury their dead under a tree sprout. Like ... I don't know, maybe death doesn't have to be the end."

HISSING WASTES

"There's sand in ... places. So many places."

"Have I said I hate sand? Because I hate sand."

EMPRISE DU LION

(seeing Red Lyrium) "Maybe don't touch that. It'll do all kinds of weird shit to you."

"I'm fucking freezing. When can we go home?"

(seeing Red Lyrium giants) "What the fuck?"

(Elfsblood River rift - near the lady with titsicles) *giggles*

SHRINE OF DUMAT

"I'm getting the weirdest sense of deja vu." IF VARRIC IS IN THE PARTY: "You're not the only one."

DEEP ROADS (THE DESCENT)

"Why do I always end up back in the Deep Roads? Am I cursed?"

COMPANION COMMENTS

VARRIC: "I was worried about what would happen if I brought her here, but ... it's nice to have Hawke around again."

CASSANDRA: "I have to admit, I do admire the Champion. A woman who built herself up from nothing to defeat the Arishok ... there's a certain romance to Varric's stories about her."

SOLAS: "I've been informed that Varric also calls Hawke "Chuckles". I ... don't see how we are similar."

DORIAN: "Hawke? Oh, I like her. She's not as daft as she acts."

BLACKWALL: "The other night, I found her getting teary-eyed in the tavern over how much she misses her dog. Don't quite know what to make of that, really."

VIVIENNE: "She is a powerful mage, I'll give her that, but she's also a naive fool. No wonder Kirkwall fell to pieces around her."

IRON BULL: "She's fun. Got a lot going on in that head she doesn't talk about, though."

COLE: "Fleeing, fighting, falling. Failed father, failed mother, failed Beth and Carver too. Fire and freedom, and she knows it's right but it still feels wrong. Old wounds that never healed, sometimes she can still taste the blood in her mouth. You chose to save her. She wishes you chose differently."

SERA: "Thought she'd be scary, but she makes me laugh. Hasn't let owning a mansion get to her head, either, and have you seen those arms? She's strong."

CULLEN: "I'd ... rather not talk about her, if you don't mind. We've a less than friendly history."

JOSEPHINE: "Lady Hawke is charming, certainly, but I cannot imagine her being popular amongst her neighbours in Hightown. She throws the very concept of decorum bodily out of the window."

LELIANA: "I knew her when she lived in Lothering. She didn't seem to like the Chantry much, but she was always sweet, and her jokes made me laugh. It's a little odd to see the woman she's grown into."

TRIVIA

Malcolm also made sure he trained Hawke in using a sword. She's not very good at it, preferring instead to use her staff as a melee weapon if an enemy gets too close.

She has a mean right hook.

Her and Varric have matching tattoos on their left buttcheeks.

Despite being Ferelden and adoring her own mabari, Hawke has a preference for cats.

She's awful at singing. She sings a lot anyway.

#oc as companion #who goes to weisshaupt instead of hawke? i don't know and i don't care #rian

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jaskier-cult · 4 years

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My Good Side

“Who are you?”

“I’m Julian!”

“But you can’t be Julian!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m Julian!”

“Hmm … how about –”

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Julian is gifted an enchanted (read: cursed) mirror. It’s a gift to him when he is naught a few hours old, still a babe, and the witch says it’s so he “will always have a friend.” It’s placed in his room, and he grows up with it. In it, he can never see his true reflection; instead, he sees his shadow twin. A mocking reflection of him that is not him.

His parents think it a meager parlour trick and leave Julian to play with it.

The reflection gains a personality and mind of its own as Julian grows up, and at first, it felt like he really had a twin. A brother who he could share everything with, who he grew up with, and whom he could always trust and go back to.

Julian Alfred Pankratz was the youngest of five boys under his noble father and it felt like he never got the same attention as his elder brothers. The shadow in the mirror – Dandelion, they decided together on calling him, while laughing “Dandelion and Buttercup!” their personal nicknames that no one else knew – looked just like him. He had the same mannerisms, he had the same face, he had the same voice, and he had the same eyes.

But he was different because he wasn’t physically real.

He was just a shadow.

Everyday, Buttercup – Julian’s nickname, gifted to him by Dandelion, who was enraptured by the little yellow flowers Julian picked to show to his shadow twin – would leave in the morning, and come back at night and sit in front of his mirror and talk to Dandelion about all the things that caught his attention.

But Dandelion grew to feel jealous.

Julian placated him, saying that it just wasn’t possible to lug his enchanted mirror around everywhere, and that he would always share everything with Dandelion, so he was never excluded.

Imagine the shock and fear from Julian one day, when Dandelion showed up in a different mirror, facing his pseudo brother in the dining room. Dandelion somehow followed him.

After laughing it off, though a bit unsettled – because he thought it was just the one mirror that was enchanted? And that Dandelion came from only the one mirror? – the two made it a game and had a lot more fun when Dandelion was able to follow Julian in the real world.

The thing was, Dandelion became stronger as time went on.

Soon, he could appear in almost any reflective surface; shop windows, reflections off smooth blades, on the still pond surface.

Dandelion felt stronger, too. He felt more important and powerful being able to see more of the world. But he found that he was bound to Julian, and no matter how much he wanted to visit any mirror he wanted, he was always forced back to Julian’s side at the end of the day. He became bitter because he wanted his own life and his own Destiny. He was his own person, not a copy, not a simple spell, or an enchantment – Julian was lying, he had to be!

Julian, unaware of the growing malicious intent from Dandelion, continued to talk to Dandelion and share his life with his shadow twin.

But Dandelion became greedy.

He began to emotionally manipulate Julian. He bullied him, talked down to him, did anything he could to make himself feel stronger and superior to his “brother.”

This made him stronger.

Dandelion began to influence the outside world. He could manipulate shadows and travel with them, peek out of them and watch the humans, still not physical, but one step closer to escaping the mirrors.

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One day Julian realized Dandelion wasn’t actually his friend.

It wasn’t obvious. It didn’t hit him in one fell swoop.

He realized it slowly.

Julian realized Dandelion wasn’t his friend in the way he felt anxiety creep up on him every time Dandelion brought up his limitations, said that Julian didn’t understand and was using him, and guilted Julian into sharing more private details, forced Julian to do things he wanted to do. It was ridiculous – how could a mere shadow force anyone to do anything?

But then Julian’s chest would squeeze painfully, and a pit would form in his stomach, every time Dandelion looked him in the eyes – blue eyes just like his – and Julian would always give in to Dandelion. Always.

Julian would do anything for his shadow twin, because he had to.

But then Dandelion knocked a vase over with a shadow turned physical, and Julian was promptly blamed, and then things started to get scary.

Dandelion wasn’t his brother anymore.

Dandelion wasn’t his shadow, wasn’t his reflection.

Dandelion was a shadow walker.

Julian never tells his parents, lest they hurt Dandelion, for Dandelion couldn’t do anything to protect himself, and Julian could never betray Dandelion like that.

Nonetheless, Julian couldn’t help but feel intimidated by Dandelion. It was stupid, he told himself; Dandelion was an enchantment, was just a shadow, he wasn’t actually real. But that was no longer true, because Dandelion was real, and was beginning to leak into the physical world.

Every time Julian sat down at night to talk to Dandelion – like he had always done, ever since he was old enough to talk and realize the reflection in the mirror wasn’t really him – he felt uncomfortable and vaguely trapped. He really didn’t want to send his only friend away – because all the village children called Julian creepy, and different, and never wanted to play with him – but any time he tried to voice his worries about Dandelion’s behaviour or new abilities, Dandelion would dismiss it or get angry.

Julian tried to avoid Dandelion after months of this, feeling small and upset and conflicted, but this only further enraged his shadow.

“Why don’t you visit me anymore, Buttercup?” Dandelion would say with a sickly-sweet voice, but it was always false. It makes Julian feel trapped again, and guilty. “You said you would always come back to me. I thought we were friends?”

Soon, Dandelion begins to take a more physical shape, and Julian quickly falls severely ill.

Unknown to Julian and his family, Dandelion is feeding off his life force.

Julian tells his parents that he doesn’t want to play with Dandelion anymore.

The enchanted mirror is covered and shoved into storage. If Julian never looks into a mirror ever again, then Dandelion can never appear again, right?

Then one day, it reaches a catalyst.

Julian was sat in front of a mirror by his servant, being prepared for a special dinner with some noble cousins and their mage, despite him being deathly pale and ill. And he’s scared, because he had asked for all reflective surfaces to be removed from his room, and turned away from the shadows and never looked, no matter how delirious he sounded or looked, and his parents had just assumed he was having a fight with his shadow.

Something like that, he thought bitterly.

And Julian is scared to look in the mirror because he��s scared he’ll see Dandelion instead. It’s not the enchanted mirror, long ago put away so Julian would never see Dandelion again, but Dandelion was still showing up in other surfaces. And the young noble fears how enraged his shadow brother is going to be after being ignored for over a week.

But when he’s forced to turn, he blinks, and it is only Julian.

For the first time in his life, he sits in front of a mirror, and all that stares back is his own reflection.

Relief sweeps through him.

And then his reflection grins coldly, malicious, with sharp teeth, and Julian’s stomach drops.

Blue eyes bore into his, and suddenly a hand is reaching out for him – coming out of the mirror – and it grabs him by the collar, claws growing and digging into his throat, pulling him toward the glass. Julian passes through the mirror like it is water, and he screams.

Someone bursts into the room from behind him, his servant yelling something, and a blast of Chaos is shot at the mirror. There’s a high-pitched shriek from Dandelion – or, what used to be Dandelion – and shadows shoot forth from the mirror, engulfing Julian.

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Jaskier means “buttercup” in Polish. It’s perfect.

<><><><>

Jaskier sings about shadow walkers in Posada. Admittedly, not his best composition, but he still has trouble remembering the time before. The least he can do is warn others through his music.

<><><><>

“They don’t exist.”

Jaskier doesn’t follow.

“The monsters you sang about.”

Jaskier bites his lip painfully. He blinks and fights to keep a placating smile.

“And how would you know?”

<><><><>

Geralt watches as Jaskier readies himself for the day, movements graceful and practiced, slipping on his clothes and styling his hair, all without the help of a mirror or reflection to make sure everything is in order. He doesn’t even struggle with the ties of his smallclothes, tricky and on his back, fingers deftly tying the knots, like he could do it in his sleep.

It took a while, but Geralt realized what he found odd about this habit of his bard’s.

Jaskier never looks in mirrors.

The bard never looks in mirrors, or looking stones, or shop windows, or still lakes. Never. He never looks at his reflection. Never. Even when preparing for an important noble performance, or when he needs to wash himself of grime and dirt, he never uses a mirror. Never.

Geralt finds it odd that such a vain bard doesn’t like to look at his reflection.

<><><><>

Jaskier walks a little too well in the dark.

Specifically, in the shadows.

Jaskier laughs and dances and skips when they travel at night, like it’s a happy, beautiful world, and nothing can hurt his painfully mortal body and life.

Like there aren’t monsters in those shadows he travels so easily through.

<><><><>

“I was called creepy when I was little,” the bard said to him one night, sitting by the fire, mood somber. The bard doesn’t look creepy. Geralt can think of much worse things to be called. “All the kids my age called me creepy and scary, and no one ever wanted to play with me. But that was okay, because I always had my shadow to play with.”

The bard turns and gives him a small smile.

The shadows seemed to leak from his skin, engulfing the camp in the flickering light, the bard’s eyes deep-set and burning in the dark. His smile is too wide. His cheeks are too sharp.

For the briefest moment, the bard didn’t look quite human.

Geralt’s blood turns cold and a shiver runs up his spine.

His hands itch to grab his blade.

“I felt lonely. I guess that’s why I feel a kinship with you.”

The bard looks away.

Geralt’s hands stop itching, and the shadows slip away.

The moment passes.

And the bard is once again human.

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Lambert watched Jaskier leave the room, yellow eyes trailing on his back, until he was finally out of sight. He turned to Geralt, his brows furrowed.

“So … what is he?”

Geralt looked up at his brother in confusion. “Hmm?”

“What the fuck is your bard supposed to be?”

“Human?” But it sounded more like a question to a question.

Lambert briefly looked at where Jaskier had left, expression uneasy. He shook his head. “Whatever he is, he’s the furthest thing from human.”

#the witcher #jaskier centric #non human jaskier #creature jaskier #immortal jaskier #the witcher fanfic #jaskier fanfic #might expand on this idea because this was mostly drabbles #but this hit me with a vengeance and held on until i wrote it #just random drabbles in an au i thought up #shadow au #the title is a pun #please tell me you get it #might turn into geraskier #please comment or reblog i'm starved for reader engagement #and i have no shame

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The Adventures of Team Lune - Chapter Three: The Tale of Two Kitties

Summary: A dragon slayer, a demon slayer, and a god slayer walk into a Guild Hall… and all goes to hell

Pairings: Natsu x Fem OC, Gajeel x Fem OC, Gray x Fem OC, Sting x Fem OC, Laxus x Fem OC, Loke x Fem OC

Word Count: 2,817

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“How long are we talking about?” Gajeel quipped as Calypso poured the Jasmine tea into two matching mugs.

“Well, I should probably start with how Team Lune was formed-”

“I just wanna know about Astria’s damn cat.”

“That’s the thing, she’s not just Ria’s cat. Opal just likes Ria the best.” Calypso smiled softly to the gruff dragon slayer as she placed his mug in front of him before taking her seat.

“Thank you.” He mumbled before picking up the pale pink mug and blowing on its hot contents. “How’d you join the guild and meet them then?”

“Oh, the wolves set me free after mastering my magic and I just kinda stumbled into the guild hall.” Gajeel almost choked on his tea at her statement.

“Wolves?”

“Yeah, the only way you can learn Moon magic is from this one eternal wolf pack. Like how you, Ria, and Natsu were trained by dragons. Funny enough, because of my training, I also have a good sense of smell and hearing. My nose isn’t as strong as my ears are though.”

“Just like we do,” Gajeel mumbled, more so to himself than to anyone else. The plumette across from him simply nodded before taking a sip of her tea. “How’d you end up with the wolves?” Calypso’s eyes dropped to her hands as she began to play with her fingers.

“I don’t know much more than what Leto told me. Apparently, my mother was killed, there was a battle, maybe even a war – all I know is that our home was destroyed. My mother was a student of the wolves when she was a kid, so she left me with them while she fought.”

“Leto, is that your wolf?”

“Hmm, in a sense yes. She’s the pack leader. I have the same loyalty to her and my pack as you dragon slayers have to your respective dragons.” After a momentary pause to drink more tea, the mage continued. “Ria came to the guild with Natsu, and May was found outside the Guild’s doors as a newborn. For the longest time, Ria stuck to Natsu and May was oddly drawn to Mystogan. Both were very shy – all of us were as kids. I became friends with Cana, the two of us would go on the jobs Master approved of. The three of us never really became close until Mystogan left on an S-Class quest. Master demanded that May stay back, that was a dark day. This strong kid that I always looked up to just, broke.” Gajeel kept his eyes on Calypso as her eyebrows drawn together as she focused on the cup in her hands.

“Master eventually got tired of May’s attitude and moodiness. He decided to take Ria away from Natsu and me away from Cana. Without telling any of us, he sent us out individually to the same job. We all left mere hours apart no less, none of us caught on until we all showed up at the same door for the requested meeting time. It was a simple job – just to find a lost item. Gramps figured we could find it easy. Between mine and Ria’s tracking skills and May’s all-around bossiness – it was done by nightfall. We’ve been together ever since.”

“Thats nice and all, but I only want to know about the cat.” Gajeel grumbled before finishing his tea.

“A good story is informative and well rounded. It’s a form of art and in this house, you’ll respect it.” She quipped back; her eyes flicked up to meet his in a demanding stare down.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” He matched her intense glare as the words left his lips. A sinister smirk spread across Calypso's face, sending a slight shiver down the Iron Dragon Slayer’s spine.

“Well, for starters, you wouldn’t ever make it out of this house. What happens after that – probably a few broken ribs, lots of chains, and maybe a whip.” She broke eye contact with him as an almost undetectable trace of blush speckled her face. Gajeel’s trained eyes picked up on it quickly, before a faint blush appeared on his own face after her words sunk in. The slight silence became unbearable for Calypso, her hands began to fidget with her mug once more.

“We got Opal as a reward from a quest. It was weird – they gave us this light pink egg with silver and black sparkles and swirls on it. None of us had any clue what to do with it. When we got back to the guild, we found out Natsu and Lisanna had found one in the forest as well. Ria, May and I joined them in the woods to hatch the eggs. Well, whenever May was actually around the five of us kept the two eggs warm – that was really Natsu’s specialty.” As Calypso spoke and reminisced, a smile stayed on her lips. A small laugh escaped her as she thought more on the story before continuing.

“I was no help at all, and the others realized that pretty quickly. They put me in charge of gathering firewood and food. I mostly just avoided the place; they were holed up in the same woods my wolves are usually in too. So, I just hung around them more than anything. After about two weeks, Happy and Opal’s eggs hatched. They’ve been with us and a part of the guild since.”

Before either of them could get another word in, the front door opened, and three voices could be heard. Calypso’s face lit up as her friends had arrived home, her tea and Gajeel completely forgotten. Gajeel looked past the plumette and out the kitchen window, the sky was pitch black.

“I didn’t realize it was this late, I'll head out.” His gruff voice brought Calypso’s attention back to him.

“Huh?” She asked before whipping around and looking out the window. Pieces of plum-colored locks fell from her bun, framing her face as she turned back to face him. “Sorry about that, I rambled on for too long. I’ll probably have to cook for the others, do you want to stay for dinner?”

“Depends on what you’re cooking,” Gajeel said as he got up from the table, Calypso followed suit and walked behind him towards the front door. Opal was resting in Astria’s arms as the three of them chatted in the living room.

“Hey Gajeel!” Astria called out with a wave.

“Thanks for holding down the fort, Gajeel.” Natsu offered a small grin, as he turned to Calypso. “So, what’s for dinner?”

“Noodles and chicken thighs.” Calypso offered a shrug in response.

“I’ll see you four at the guild.” He turned to Calypso and gave he a gentle pat on the head. “See you later brat.” Gajeel headed out the door as Calypso’s face turned bright red.

“Wait, so you aren’t staying?” The plumette looked offended for a swift second, before her composure regained.

“Nah, I forgot I was going to train tonight since the weathers gonna be alright, since it’s supposed to rain tomorrow.” Gajeel grinned before slipping out the door and past Natsu. “Did you two have a date? Are we interrupting?” Astria pouted momentarily, before the mocking tone dripped through her second question. “He likes herrr!” Happy’s snarky comment broke the short pause. “It was nothing like that!” Calypso paused before biting back at her friend, “Did you and Natsu go on a date?” This caused the light blue haired dragon slayer to blush just as heavily as Calypso was. Astria waved her hands in the air as a way to dismiss Calypso’s question. “Hey! We were training!” The pink haired dragon slayer crossed his arms over his chest before huffing. “Aye Sir! We were training really hard Calypso!” Happy shouted along. “No yelling in the house! Indoor voices!” Opal folded her arms, before snuggling against Astria’s leg. “Lucy stopped us from training anymore for the night.” “I see, did you guys do that much damage?” “No... Not really...” Astria mumbled, patting Opal on the head softly. Opal offered a small smile in return before simply nodded, “It was some hefty damage, but it was a remote forest.” “Yeah, that sounds like you two. Dinner will be ready in half an hour, go wash up, you all smell disgusting.” Calypso offered a small grin, suppressing the disappointment that she wouldn’t have her company tonight.

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The guild hall was filled with noise, booze and the heavenly scent of food – even at 8 in the morning. Astria, and Calypso sat at a table closer to the bar, all still with sleep in their eyes.

“Do you think I can grab a drink with breakfast?” Calypso asked her teammate.

“Calypso Lunar. No!” Astria scolded the oldest member as Gray and Loke took up seats at their table.

“May still hasn’t come back and I’m worried. I need something to take the edge off. What about a splash of something in my coffee? That should be fine right?”

“Okay Cana.” Gray teased the plumette, causing Astria to choke on her water.

“Hey man, leave my Caly alone.” Loke said as he threw his arm around her shoulder. “Both her and Cana are hot and have huge boobs, if they wanna drink this early in the morning we shouldn’t stop them. Why you ask? Because us hot blooded men benefit from it in the long run. Especially since they both tend to strip when they drink a lot.”

“If you’re so worried about May, why don’t you just go look for her?” Gray asked the two mages. The two women in question just shared a look and nodded once before turning back to him.

“She’s seemed stressed since she’s come back from her mission. We want to give her some breathing room and not harass her about it. She’ll tell us when she’s ready too” Astria sighed before turning away from the guys and letting her eyes wonder around the guild hall.

“That makes sense at least. How long has she been gone?” The slight worry in the ice mages voice caught Calypso and Loke’s attention. Both had a devious smile cross their lips and a dark look tinted their features.

“Awwww is ice boy worried about my May?”

“I think he is Caly. He’s worried about a hot young woman who’s kicked his ass time and time again. What’s the score now Gray? 132 to 0?” Loke added on, poking fun at his tsundere of a friend. Gray scoffed at the two before leaning back and crossing his arms. Before he could give his own witty remark back, the guild hall doors opened. A cross-breeze of wind carried the familiar scent to the Dragon Slayer’s nose.

“Hey Caly, May’s back.” Astria pointed out as she kept her eyes on their short blonde friend. Caly’s head whipped around and saw her make her way over to them. “She looks unharmed which is good.”

“Her stomach just rumbled; I'll flag Mira down.” Calypso added as she waved over to the white-haired barmaid.

“Hey guys, what can I get you?” Mira asked in her usual joy-filled tone.

“Two breakfast specials, a thing of smoked salmon, and three extra strong coffees. Can you put something in one of them for me?” Calypso ordered easily, with her being the oldest of the three she always took care of the others.

“Of course! I’ll be back with the drinks soon.” She walked back to her spot behind the bar as May finally arrived at the table.

“Hey...” The blonde spoke softly before taking the empty seat next to Calypso and across from Opal. Before the other two could speak, May pulled out two flyers from her pocket and showed them to her teammates. “The two of you should join the Miss Fairy Tail pageant. You guys have a better chance of taking home the gold if there's more than one of youse.”

“Jason’s a judge so I’m guaranteed top three.” Calypso said as she looked over the paper she snatched from May.

“Didn’t he judge last year too, and Mira still won?” Gray snipped to get back at her from earlier. Loke and Calypso stared daggers at the ice mage.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s ugly and unlovable, while you’re sexy and powerful. Which to be fair, is the best combo in a woman.” Loke complimented Calypso as her face continued to darken.

“I’ll skin you both alive if either of you continue to speak.”

“And on that note, I’ll be leaving.” Loke took his leave from the table, leaving Calypso’s death glare to Gray.

“All I have to do is whistle, and I can have a pack of wolves maul you to death.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. You need a new threat Calypso; you’ve used that one too many times already.” As Gray spoke, Mira silently placed the drinks on the table for the three women and scurried away. She valued her life too much to get between the bickering mages.

“Probably as much as you take your clothes off.” Astria added as she shoved the ice mage away from her in a playful manner.

“As the leader of Team Lune, I need you all to behave while we’re at the guild.” Opal said sarcastically. “Yes, I’m so sorry, oh great master Opal.” May said as the three mages bowed to the light pink feline.

“What the actual fuck is your team?” Gray asked with scrunched eyebrows. In a split second, May was behind Gray as her palms were placed on both of his ears, applying a light pressure as she looked to her friends. “Speak like that again and I’ll blow you up so badly they’ll be piecing you back together for weeks.” Gray hunched back a bit at her words, before sighing. “Yeah yeah, whatever,” he let out with a huff.

“And we’ll feed your body parts to my wolves.” Calypso added with a smug smile.

“Do you not feed them? Isn’t that animal cruelty?”

“I do feed them, they just like people meat. And they like it fresh too.”

“You need psychological help.”

“Everyone in this guild does.” Astria added to as she was looking over Mays shoulder at her pink haired best friend.

“Open your mouth again and see what happens ice stripper.” May threatened once more.

“I’ll be taking my leave now too.” Gray sighed as he pushed the chair back and left the table. Mira made her way back to the table with breakfast as May took Gray’s seat.

“Enjoy Ladies!” Mira called as she turned and headed back.

“So, to confirm – you two are joining the pageant and we’re going on this job.” May stated as she cut into her food.

“Job?” Calypso and Astria asked in unison.

“Oh yeah I forgot to explain that since ice box interrupted us. It’s a simple one for 100,000 jewels. We just need to capture a bandit, so it’ll take us what, an hour at most? Easy money.” May explained as Calypso downed her alcoholic coffee.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine. When do we leave?”

“Give me two hours to drink a bit more and nap.” Calypso stated as she let out a yawn.

“You can nap on the train.” Opal spoke softly as she snacked on her salmon.

“This is why you’re in charge!” The three mages said in unison to the cat.

“Does it have to be a train though? Can’t we fly?” Astria asked with sadness in her voice.

“Opal can’t carry all three of us Ria.” May stated softly as she picked at her breakfast. The four sat in silence for a few seconds before Calypso spoke up.

“I’m gonna go threaten Gajeel. Do we think I can convince him to let me braid his hair?” Calypso asked as she stood up from the table.

“Maybe if you challenge him to something and use it as your prize.” Astria pitched to the plum haired mage.

“Say less.” Calypso sauntered over to where Cana, Gajeel and Juvia were seated and sat next to her best friend.

“So, uhhh. May I'm not going on a train so you’re on your own. I love you!” Astria said as she skipped out off with Opal following behind.

“Well then, I see how it is.” May spoke to no one before letting out a sigh. She silently continued to eat her meal before heading out on her now solo job. As she continued to pick at her food, she looked over to her friends – Caly was shoving a beer in Gajeel’s hand with a smile on her face. While Ria was happily sitting across from Natsu and Happy with Opal in her lap. The four of them were laughing happily as May sat by herself. They really would be okay without me, May thought to herself with another silent sigh.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fandom #fairy tail fanfiction #natsu dragneel #gajeel redfox #lucy heartfilia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #laxus dreyar #erza scarlet #Natsu x oc #Natsu x Reader #Gajeel x oc #Gajeel x reader #gray x reader #gray x oc

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Christmas Boy

Happiest Birthday to Clover Kingdom’s very own, William Vangeance! to celebrate his birthday, here’s a drawing— a rushed one, and another special one shot to commemorate such lovely day.

Pairing: William Vangeance x OC

Warnings: None.

24th December. Other than this day being Christmas, it was not much of a special date to one eccentric man in Clover Kingdom. William Vangeance, bare-faced, stood up from the silk sheets of his bed and rubbed his eyes to welcome the day before him, light from his balcony (he has one here, so shush.) casting light upon his face.

Stretching as he stood up, he neatly folded the used quilts and placed the pillows to where they were situated before he slept on them last night, before walking towards the windowsill and opening it, as a flock of various kinds of birds swarmed him like the Snow White that he is.

The sounds of the birds chirping was music to his ears, but to someone else, it was rather a nuiscance.

‘You’ve been doing that for years, William. Grow up will you?’ Patri sneered. The elf did not dislike birds, actually, he’s used to seeing and hearing them chirp every morning since before, he liked to hide in the shade of the tree where many birds live, but to be accustomed with William’s company is another thing.

‘Is that how you should greet me today, Patri?’ the boy with eyes as gold as the sun scoffed.

'I’m sorry. Happy birthday, my friend.’ Vangeance smiled at his friend’s acknowledgement. Carefully placing the newborn bird back in its nest using his World Tree Magic to extend the branched of the tree, he bids his other friends a good day before heading towards the bathroom to freshen up before breakfast.

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Despite reminding them countless of times, members of the Golden Dawn continued to pursue their plans to surprise their captain and greet him a happy birthday. William smiled at them as Letoile lit the birthday cake’s candles up and Alecdora took it from her hands, bringing it closer to his captain.

Hearing them sing the melodous song one chants during birthday celebrations was more than enough to the masked man as his day of birth has never been celebrated before. Considered to be a cursed child, her parents, particularly his Mother, considered December 24th as an ill-fated day he was given to them.

Unlike kids his age, he never received a cake that was decorated with sweet frosting. Never been greeted— locked even most of the time, and never had a friend who would voluntarily give him a present.

He was given a gift once by the kids he used to play with, but when he opened it, it was filled with powder that catapulted to his face.

“You should keep that powder on your face. That way it’ll hide that hideous scare of yours!”

"Why were you even born into this world, you monster!”

“He’s probably the reason why his own father died. Cursed being.”

For years those memories alone haunted him, which is why Julius and Yami had a hard time trying to find a perfect gift to him. In the end though, they treated him to dinner and sometimes agreed to do whatever activity he wanted to for the day.

Yami didn’t like his choices. They were total opposites that got along after all, but William rarely opens up much about his own self so he begrudgingly obliged, as long as there was free food at the end of the day.

‘Truly, I am blessed.’ The purple-eyed man thought as he blew the candles on his cake and the Golden Dawn clapped in cheer. Seconds later, they formed a line while bringing out their individual gifts for him. He warned them several times before that it would only be a hassle if they bought him gifts as there was still a party during the afternoon, but the stubborn girl one of them is, she pushed through with every festivity yearly.

Speaking of, where is she? William’s eyes wander the room, trying to search for the a pair of eyes redder than any rose he’s seen before, but alas he could not find her. ‘Has she, perhaps… forgotten my birthday?’ A pang of an unknown feeling went through his chest like a spear directly piercing his heart as the thought was processed by his mind.

Alecdora notices the unease of his beloved captain’s presence, so he opted to speak up, “Captain Vangeance. If I may, Lady Artemis is still sleeping…” he trailed off, failing to stitch more words together as William stood up from his chair to excuse himself, claiming that he must fetch and reprimand the sleeping woman.

The Golden Dawn shared knowing looks at one another, chuckling lightly afterwards as they were observant enough to know what was about to happen. William cautiously knocked at the door for a good couple of minutes before deciding to walk inside, scared that she might actually be in danger as he could not sense her mana at all.

“Artemis?” he called out. His voice laced in fear anxiousness more than he could ever imagine.

He expected two things or scenarios to play out when he turned the know of her door. One, she was either peacefully in deep slumber, the kind of sleep where her mana almost feels like it disappears completely or Two, she would be there on the floor, struggling for her life. But upon entering the room he stopped, seeing both of the imaginative situations he made were not in front of him.

Instead, there stood Artemis who clearly smelled like she took a bath, with both of her arms open and awaiting him to come forth as if she anticipated that he would walk through the door. The masked man gave her a confused look making the woman sigh and bring her hands down.

“What are you doing, Artemis?” William asked that further vexed the green-haired mage.

“Well,” she began, walking towards her captain slowly, giving the masked man a chance to see how alluring she looked under the touch of the sun early in the morning— her eyes burning brighter than any fire, her skin more supple and radiant than any sky, and her lips… tempting and soft, its presence even more so overwhelming than the usual.

“My gift isn’t exactly finished yet so I’m giving the next best thing.” as their eyes finally locked, Artemis’ gaze landing on his ear that were decorated in a light shade of pink making William cough to divert her attention, “And that is?” he inquired.

The woman rolls her eyes opening both of her arms again, “A hug! Now, come here you big baby!” chuckling at her little patience, probably because she waited longer than he thought, William gladly mirrors her gesture and wraps his arms around her figure.

In the darkness of his life, her cuddles feel like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. William could only wish that he could extend or perhaps stop time just so he could stay close to her longer, safe in her embrace. Artemis’ arms wrapped right around him brought a peace he’d never known before, calming of the storms in his heart.

The hug was a simple enough gesture - affection, perhaps the fragile beginnings of love. The arms that held him were soft, yet strong. The feel of her body so close to his soothed him more than he had expected. But within seconds she pulled away, his mind swam not with the heady excitement of a new relationship but with thoughts of why his heart was thumping loudly against his chest.

Her presence, more ominous than the usual. Was it because of the war nearing them? He could only guess. ‘You mean you can only deny?’ Dismissing the thoughts of his friend, Artemis took her captain’s wrist and pulled him outside her room, locking it afterwards and giving him a smile.

“There’s still a party ongoing below right? Not to mention one tonight with the captains so let’s go, Willy!” she yelled as they ran through the corridors. The masked man’s eyes dart on her hands holding his wrist and he had to bite his inner lip to prevent himself from making any noise. ‘What is it with this feeling?’

How he wanted to just grab her hand and intertwine her dainty fingers like that of a porcelain doll with his own, but he was not selfish and shamless. Artemis is a fine woman with class and exuding much elegance. She’s kind, selfless, thoughtful, exceedingly beautiful, and above all else, she’s smart. ‘and dense. Don’t forget clumsy as well.’

He could not risk such ripe and fruitful future ahead of her if he consticted her in any relationship with him other than being good friends that relied and trusted one another even if their lives depended on the situation, but he’s considered it— many times, and wondered what if he had the courage to speak his mind.

Alas he told himself not to. Both of them were healthy, given that, they still had plenty of years in front of them. So the possible lifetime they might share can wait, if it means he can treasure her longer and build up the willpower to face whatever consequence confessing might bring.

‘Wait, does this mean… I like her? Romantically?’ he shook his head. After years of denying was he about to accept and let these feelings consume him? Perhaps this was enough for now as he had other priorities to face. Yet in a few days these very thoughts would betray him, but how wrong he was to have not grabbed such golden oppurtune while it was still within his reach.

Complacency was never a good thing. And William Vangenace would soon know of this.

#black clover #william vangeance #one shot #bc #golden dawn #oc

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ee-furoido · 4 years

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TwstOBer Day 1

For TwstOBer Day 1 prompt: WORLD, from @raven-at-the-writing-desk‘s prompts found here. Fufufu, I hope you all enjoy a snippet into my past...

All Prompts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31

“Ne, Jade- How much longer?”

“He’s only just started, Floyd, we need to be patient.”

“Aaah, I’m bored, I’m going to go play with those minnows. Call me when he’s done, kaaay?”

“Of course.”

Jade peered into the little cavern the three of them had claimed as their clubhouse from a young age. The other students in their school would tease, calling it a ‘lair’, where nefarious spells were being concocted by the weird, magic-obsessed tentacled merteen.

‘Well, perhaps they weren’t entirely wrong.’ Jade chuckled to himself, swimming inside the maw of the cave, following the small flickering light of what most certainly was the potion bubbling away.

Frantically poring over tomes the size of his torso and pouring various ingredients into the large pot in the center of the cavern was Azul, all ten of his limbs with something in hand. He measures with one tentacle, pours with another. Flips a page with one hand, write a note with another. There is a soft sheen of a sweat building on the brow of his lilac skin, an intense, determined look in his eye as he slowly builds his creation to completion.

Jade floats up next to his friend, his long tail bunching up under him as he rests alongside the cauldron. “It’s coming along nicely.”

Azul only grunted, barely acknowledging him. Azul’s one-track mind was more focused on finishing this, to fix the one thing that kept them stranded here in the sea, to let them be a part of the world on the surface.

Jade could read through Azul’s unspoken words and his resolve. Even into their young teen years, with how well Azul had made a name for himself as an up and coming mage, they still had their fair share of bullies; kids that didn’t like those who were different, kids that didn’t like those who had what they did not. It may not have been overt insults or physical interactions anymore, especially not with Jade or Floyd by his side, but the hushed whispers and side glances were still there. Perhaps on the surface it would be different. Or perhaps it would only further cause to isolate them from their peers as those who had forsaken their home. Jade chuckled. Not that that really was something that would hold them back.

“Imagine, Azul, a whole new world for us to spread our fins and explore. I’ve longed to see what is beyond the steep cliffs at the edge of the ocean, to see what manner of creatures await us there.” Jade mused to himself, filling the silence while Azul worked diligently, not caring that the octomer was too focused on his own work to respond back. “And it shall be wonderful to see Floyd bounce around on land, I am sure he will also get quite a kick out of everything it has to offer. It’s such a large world of opportunity ahead of us.”

“Jade.” Azul finally looked up, pausing from his notes. “You’re quite talkative today, is there something you wanted? I’m sure it can wait until after I’ve finished.”

Jade cocked his head and smiled delicately, his hand on his chest, polite as always. “Oh no, I am just entranced by the possibilities we have in store for us, Azul.” Azul regarded him for one more tic before turning back to his cauldron. Jade’s teeth flashed as his grin widened beside him, his true intentions held deep within his own heart.

It was quite a beautiful thing to watch Azul work. All of his limbs moved independently of another, and each tentacle was just as deft as his hands. Jade kept company as Azul continued, the two of them sitting in comfortable silence, only the sounds of the bubbles from the cauldron interrupting. The cauldron color shifted from clear to white.

Azul lets himself a small smile. Almost there.

“Jaaaaade~” Floyd’s voice floated in from the entrance to the cavern. “Azuuuuuul~” He haphazardly crashed into the cushions laid out against the far wall of the cavern and rolled around, eyeing his brother and Azul as they loomed over the large cauldron in the center of the cave. “Aren’t you guys done yet?”

Jade glanced up at him, the faint glow of the magic inside Azul’s cauldron reflecting ominously on his face as he gave a sharp-toothed grin. “On the final stages now, Floyd. A little more time-”

Floyd sighed. He curled his tail around himself, weaving it through the cushions and building himself a nest. A few of the minnows that he had been chasing had followed him into the cave, their curiosity getting the better of them. Floyd lazily swatted at them; they weren’t any fun anymore. He resorted to blowing bubbles, watching the other two as he waited for his boredom to subside until finally-

“It’s done!” Azul exclaimed, as the color of the potion turned bright gold. The color glinted incandescently on the cavern walls, the gold flecks in the stone walls coming to life and dancing as the potion continued to bubble in the cauldron.

Floyd untangled himself from his cushions and approached the pot, opposite Jade. The gold from the potion enhanced the color of their yellow eye, an otherwise sinister look were anyone else not in present company to have witnessed it. Jade and Floyd locked eyes with each other, the same mischievous thoughts running through their heads, identical grins spreading across their face.

“Finally, we can leave this world behind!”

Jade chuckled at Azul’s bright and ecstatic expression, a refreshing change of pace from his usual miserable, tear-and-ink stained face. If going to the world on land meant seeing a whole new side of Azul, with much more potential for entertainment, the brothers would gladly follow him.

At least for a little while longer.

#Jeido writes #Twisted Wonderland #twst #TwstOBer #Jade Leech #Floyd Leech #Azul Ashengrotto #twst Jade #twst Floyd #twst Azul #.#Gah I wasn't expecting to write this much~

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RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 4: Re-Bonding In Mistral Ch 6 (Part I)

Welcome back to Re-Bonding In Mistral! This is chapter 6, which is the same as chapter 5, only in the RWY, SQ, and JNPR + O POV. Raven’s POV is also featured.

For those of you wondering, this chapter takes place during Volume 5’s episodes 7-9 and the beginning of episode 11.

Like the last chapter, this is semi-original.

As such, this’ll be long. Also, due to shit going on, this might be a weak addition, so I’m sorry if it’s not that good.

As usual, please give constructive criticism and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still own nothing.

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(In a forest in Mistral...)

“Raven!”

The tribe leader perked up from her thoughts, turning to face Vernal peeking through the curtains. “We have guests… Salem’s...” The young woman said. The Spring Maiden sighed, rubbing her eyes. This was NOT what she was hoping...but now the two had to play their part. “If they ask for a maiden, you know what to do.” The red clad woman said, placing Summer’s cloak on the bed and putting on her helmet. “We planned for this after all.”

Vernal nodded as the tribe leader walked outside, noticing Cinder, Mercury, Emerald, and Watts. She also noticed the bandits surrounding them. “I don't recall inviting so many guests into our home.” Raven started with a smirk. “Either I'm losing my memory…” She then growled, raising her voice in anger, “Or you've all lost your DAMN spines!” Chuckling darkly, Cinder raised her human hand, “Don’t be too upset with them, Raven. They merely recognized the power of a Maiden.”

After a few moments of silence, the tribe leader ordered, “Leave us and pack your things. We’re moving.” The bandits, excluding Vernal, nodded and split up. Raven then looked at Salem’s followers, “I don’t believe we’ve met. Even though I know about your ‘godly’ master.” Mercury went to open his mouth, only to be silenced by the tribe leader as she said, “And I doubt anyone would fear you… Especially given your cowardly stunt at the tournament and Beacon.”

“Why you old fuc-!” The gray clad follower almost shouted, only to shut up again as Cinder’s eye glowed. “Knock. It. Off.” She growled at him. “Or do you WANT to get CHARRED?”

Mercury froze, before backing up, his face pale and in fright. “That’s what I thought. Good child.” Raven said, grinning as she saw the terrified look in the gray haired brat’s eyes. “Now, your names?”

“Cinder Fall.” The Fall Maiden said. “My associate, Arthur Watts and my disciples, Emerald and Mercury.” The tribe leader nodded, “Two children you've tricked into following you, a disgraced Atlesian scientist…” She then looked at Cinder in the eye, “And a Fall Maiden with a surname so appropriate, she probably picked it herself. You certainly seem to have a case of egomania, is that about right?”

“I was also a doctor, to be fair.” Watts said, before nodding. “Though everything else was on point.” Raven hummed with amusement, “You flatter me. Though…I’m sure you’re after the Spring Maiden. Correct?” Cinder nodded with a grin, before the tribe leader looked to Vernal. The young woman nodded, before playing her part. While Raven used her Maiden powers, Vernal choreographed movements, successfully making the four believe that the young woman was the Spring Maiden.

“Now then…” Raven said. “Now that you got your proof, what is it you’re REALLY after?”

As Cinder grinned, Raven knew damn well that whatever these brats were planning in Salem’s will, she’d have to follow along for the time being.

For her family’s sake. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Meanwhile...)

“Okay, so...what else do we need to be filled in on?” Yang asked. Weiss and Willow nodded, with the heiress saying, “We’d like to know too. Even though we talked virtually, there...seems to be something more complex going on.”

The group had gone back to Mistral, planning on warning Haven about Salem’s threat. They were hoping they could, at least, PREVENT further harm and loss of life. However, Summer, Evergreen, Qrow, Willow, and Ember KNEW that was a very heavy gamble...and were prepared for the possible oncoming battle. Ruby, Yang, and Weiss could tell that going to Haven could dictate a LOT of dangerous possibilities...and would have to look to the former STRQ leader, Qrow, and Evergreen for guidance.

Even though it was just vague, Summer had made it clear that she knew of Salem’s capabilities.

Speaking of the former STRQ leader, ever since returning from her night with Raven, she...hadn’t been in the happiest of moods. It was clear that the tallest of the group was trying to force herself to seem happy...or indifferent at the very least.

But every now and then, cracks in her behavior began to show.

No one dared to comment on them, thankfully. Qrow and Evergreen obviously knew the pain she was going through, as did Ember. Yang and Ruby knew as well...and were pretty certain the rest of the group had begun putting the pieces together too.

Though questions about that, if anyone dared had any, could wait. There was a bigger matter to discuss.

At the moment, only Qrow was absent from the room, as he was attempting to notify the academy about their arrival.

Ruby sighed, “It’s...a lot.” “To summarize what’s new, we need to stop Salem, the typical evil witch, from causing more harm.” She said. “Yes, magic exists...or still does. She wants the Maidens for her plan.” Willow nodded, “Sounds simple enough.” “Agreed, but one question. You mean to tell us that that fairytale is real?” Yang asked.

The group nodded, before Summer said, “Look at me, Yang.” Said blonde did so...only to meet her stepmom’s emotionless and tired expression. Yang’s eyes went wide, before sighing, “Mom’s one...isn’t she?” The former STRQ leader nodded, “The Spring one...and not by choice.”

“Cinder’s the Fall Maiden...which she stole.” Pyrrha explained. “Another reason why she attacked Beacon.” Yang clenched her fists, before growling, “That bitch...” Everyone nodded in agreement, with Pyrrha saying, “I feel like it’s my fault. I was given the choice to be the next Maiden…” “But I turned it down…” The red head explained, her expression saddening.

Jaune and Evergreen looked at her, shocked, with the JNPR leader saying, “Pyrrha, we had NO idea that this would happen.” Ruby nodded in agreement, “Even though Mom and I knew of Cinder’s criminal activities, there were too many unknowns…” “Not to mention it was extremely difficult to question or stop her anyway.” Summer added. She then turned to Evergreen, “I’m sure you or someone you know may have some info that could be useful?”

The silver haired man sighed, “Me, no. But I do know someone.” “Would you like to speak up, Ozma?” The former headmaster asked, looking at Oscar. “The kids need answers, even the one you’re currently occupying.” Everyone froze, before turning to the youngest of the group in shock and confusion.

Willow and Ember noticed that Summer remained expressionless…

They assumed that she had known for a bit of time...and figured Qrow knew as well.

Oscar sighed, raising a finger, before flicking his head. “Be kind and introduce yourself…” He said. “Please.” A few moments passed, before a new voice emerged from the boy’s lips, “Greetings…” The new voice did not seem happy about being revealed. Everyone turned to the former headmaster, who said, “This is Ozma. A….former acquaintance of Salem’s.” “Former?” Summer raised an eyebrow. After a few moments, her jaw nearly dropped, “Do NOT fucking tell me…”

Ozma raised Oscar’s hand, using the boy’s face to show his embarrassment and hesitance. “I’m her….ex...or widow, technically.” The immortal said. “That story will have to wait, though. Now, your questions?” “Firstly, how are you even alive…!?” Yang asked. Ozma sighed, tapping Oscar’s forehead, “I’m...cursed, by the God of Light, with immortality. Much like Salem is…”

“So, you got magic too? Like a wizard or mage of some sort?” Ruby asked. Ozma nodded, “Indeed. However, it is dwindling…” “What…?” Evergreen asked. “How…!?” The immortal sighed, “I do not know, currently…” “Maybe because I shared some of it…” He guessed. “I shared a large amount of it with four young women who would eventually become the first Maidens.” Willow tilted her head, “And the Branwen twins? You shared with them too?”

The immortal nodded, “Yes, but only a small fraction. Qrow will tell you that they made their choice, but…” He then trailed off, going silent for a few moments, before saying, “I don’t know if that’s true…” The immortal then looked at Oscar’s arms, before sighing, “This is probably stupid to ask you…” “Will you help me stop Salem from taking more lives? From taking more families?” He asked. “If you don’t, I understand. Really, I do. You...all deserve much better than this life....”

“Why?” Summer asked, drawing attention towards her. “Why are you giving us a choice?” Her tone was frighteningly serious, enhanced further by the glare she gave the immortal. Ozma lowered Oscar’s head, before Evergreen said, “It’s because of Oscar… Isn’t it?” The immortal sighed, “He’s a CHILD…as are all of YOU. I’d be destroying another family...again.”

“Just like I unintentionally did all those millennia ago.” He mumbled. “I...think I might be just as bad as Salem…”

After a few moments of tense silence, Summer looked at Jaune, Ren, Nora, and Pyrrha, before shifting to Weiss, Willow, and Ember, and then finally at her own daughters. Closing her eyes, she forced a sigh, before saying, “Fine. We’ll do it.” “But if you keep more secrets...or if those I love dearly nearly die...I’m calling it quits.” She said. “Clear?”

Ozma nodded Oscar’s head, “Yes, ma’am.” The former STRQ leader then looked at Evergreen, before sighing, “Good. In that case, I’ll let Qrow know.”

With that, she left the room, before Oscar was given back control. After noticing everyone’s shocked expressions, he asked, “Did...something happen?” The group sighed with relief that the youngest of the group was back with them, before Evergreen said, “I’ll...fill you in about it later.” “It’s a bit much…” He explained. The farm boy nodded, noticeably feeling a little awkward.

Weiss, noticeably a little frightened by Summer’s threat, whispered to Yang and Ruby, “What...the fuck was that…?” The red cloaked leader cleared her throat, before rubbing the back of her neck, “Let’s just...say that she’s VERY protective over who and what she cares about...and leave it at that.” “She’ll open up and share the full story when she remembers and feels comfortable.” Yang added. “Besides, I’m sure any person who loves their family that much would do the same…”

Weiss slowly nodded, dropping the topic, since she KNEW Yang was right. More importantly though...after how awkward that conversation was...it would be WISE to avoid that kind of topic in the future.

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buns-with-a-book · 3 years

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The Most Expected Thing

Part of a shortfic challenge list posted by ao3commentoftheday, the third of five fics.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV/Final Fantasy Online Characters: F!Viera!Warrior of Light, Lyse Hext, Thancred Waters, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Y’shtola Rhul, Warriors of Light (F!Hyur!Warrior of Light, M!Elezen!Warrior of Light, F!Elezen!Warrior of Light, M!Miqo’te!Warrior of Light), Aymeric de Borel (mentioned) Tags: @nimnox

Summary: On the eve of Ala Mhigo’s long-awaited freedom, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and the Crystal Keepers enjoy a well-deserved respite from the battles they endured.

Rhalgr’s Reach was, surprisingly, mostly quiet for the first night of the freed Ala Mhigo. Most of the Resistance was in the Lochs, either celebrating the night away in the newly christened capital of Ala Mhigo or searching for any Garlean stragglers.

But, in the leader’s tent, all was not so quiet.

Lily looked around the brightly colored tent, smiling softly as the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and the Crystal Keepers were happily in conversation about the trials and tribulations they had gone through, what good memories they could share about the war for Ala Mhigan and Doman independence. Those that weren’t so inclined to speak kept themselves busy by other means, such as the elezen bard Virberos Autumnstar, who was playing softly on a harp. As of the moment, Ophelia held the metaphorical stage, telling the Scions and the Keepers about her adventures in the Azim Steppe, mostly with finding out about her Au Ra heritage and how she promptly got into a martial match with an Au Ra named Magnai about the whole thing.

“He said that, if I wasn’t a half-breed, he could’ve entertained the possibility of me being his soulmate. I said ‘Maybe you should stop proposing to every woman who kicks your ass!’ You should’ve seen the look on his face!” Ophelia punched her hand. “And for that, he charged himself right into a jug of water!”

“I’m surprised you weren’t kicked out for that.” Alphinaud said, eyes wide.

“Eh, this was after I proved myself strong enough to be ‘a warrior of the Steppe’, nevermind the fact that I only went through that trial just to get more information about my dad and uncle’s heritage.” Ophelia shrugged. “But I figured out some stuff about myself along the way.” She lifted up her sleeve, revealing pitch-black scales, similar to the Au Ra. “Apparently, my dad and uncle’s ancestors came from the same tribe Magnai leads today; the Oronir. Not that I’m yearning for a run for his position...but I’m not going to say no to kicking his ass again. That was fun!”

“Reckless as usual…” Y’shtola sighed.

“But I looked cool!” Ophelia pointed out. “You’re starting to sound like Master Matoya.” That comment came with an even heavier sigh.

“Now now, let’s not tease the only one who can heal you in the field of combat.” Came the gentle chiding of the Miqo’te samurai, Khona’to Akhabila. One of the oldest in terms of age, his aged amber eyes peered at the young red mage with amusement. “I am verrry certain that Lady Y'shtola would leave you without healing for that.”

“Aw, come oon.” Ophelia pouted. “You’re starting to sound like my dad.”

“That’s because he is.” Thancred cheekily pointed out. “A father, I mean.” He turned to Khona’to. “You went out adventuring well after your own kids were grown.”

“Yes. I believe the Hyurs called it wanderrrlust.” Khona’to smiled. “Whatever you wish to call it, it led me here. And I could not be happier to share this victorrry with all of you.”

“You’re going to make me blush!” Lyse giggled. Lily glanced over to her, noticing the pugilist's face was already flushed from the alcohol. It seemed that making her blush was already done. Lyse glanced over to the mage before her blue eyes glanced down to her hands. “I was wondering something, actually. You got a new ring on and I’ve never seen it before. Some sort of good luck charm?” She asked. Lily glanced at the ring, the signet ring of House de Borel, before smiling.

“Something to that effect.” She turned to the Scions and the Keepers, fully aware that their attention was on her. “I’m pleased to announce that I’m engaged to Ser Aymeric.” A quiet fell in the room for a moment before Lily noticed their faces weren’t exactly as surprised as she expected.

“Finally.” Thancred broke the silence with an exasperated (but still playful) sigh. Lily whipped her gaze to him.

“What do you mean finally!?” Lily demanded, earning laughter from the others. “I thought it’d be more...surprising, you know! Not every woman gets to claim they’re engaged to a leader of a city state-”

“That’s true, unless you’re Ser Aymeric. Do you remember what I told you, before the grand melee?” Thancred asked.

“That one would think a politician more practiced at concealing his emotion?” She paused. “No, a bit before that-”

“That it was love.” Thancred finished her sentence. Lily frowned at him.

“Ok, now you’re just cheating.” The rogue held up his hands.

“Well.” A new voice spoke up. Lily glanced over, watching as the elezen dancer Syldove Wavesinger stepped forth. “Regardless of how obvious the blooming romance was, a new engagement is something to be celebrated.” She settled down on the floor, pushing back her striking red hair. “A word of advice, Lily: Cherish every moment you have with him. It’ll be those memories that’ll keep you moving even in the darkest hour.”

“...mildly cryptic, as usual.” Alphinaud commented. Syldove shrugged.

“I’m saying this from experience, Alphie. All of us are deeply entwined with the fate of Eorzea and the star we all live on.” Syldove pointed out. “There’s work to do beyond freeing Ala Mhigo and Doma. Who knows where it’ll take us?”

“Hopefully to a place where you can stop being cryptic.” Virberos spoke up. “We should enjoy the night while we can, not worry over future trials and toils.” Syldove scowled at him before sighing.

“Undone by a bard, woe is me.” With that, merriment began to fill the air once more. Lily chuckled and leaned back against a plush pillow, her gaze settling on the signet ring as Syldove recounted her experiences in Doma.

#Final Fantasy XIV #warriors of light #lyse hext #thancred waters #y'shtola rhul #alphinaud leveilleur

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renniecirque · 4 years

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More Rennie HCs!!!

how do they listen to their music? ipod, mp3, computer, cd, records, etc? Records, his phone, sometimes his school laptop

do they take baths or showers? do they prefer one over the other? Bath! Rennie is old fashioned and loves taking a soak in a warm tub filled with herbs and calming scents. It’s not uncommon to find him fast asleep in the tub after a long day.

do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided? Down. Though during the summer he clips his bangs up out of his face!

how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed? 2 blankets! One thin one and another that is minky/soft. Rennie is the king of pillows; he has 4. 3 to lay on, one to hold.

what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense? Dreams are strange for Rennie as they aren’t quite nightmares but they can leave him unsettled. He often replays the past in his sleep.

do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings? Groggy as heck. You’d think he was a different person with how silent and dragging his body-like he is if he has an early morning class. Some say it looks like someone dragged him across the field and left him there with how he looks in the morning. Not at all.

what do they sleep in? pj’s, normal clothes, nothing? A cardigan over his old night gown. He also wears night shorts under it. Though he also now has a matching lounge pj set with his friend.

what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne? Rennie either smells like coffee or fresh pine/floral scents. He uses sprays whenever he feels like it but doesn’t make a habit of it.

what shampoo scent do they like the best and why? Lavender! Anything that reminds him of his home in the forest. Plus it has soothing attributes.

bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs? Bar! He’s quite fond of homemade oatmeal soap. Eh he’s indifferent.

do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else? Sleeping with someone else. Back at his home, he used to share a bed with his brother and now currently with his sister in the small cottage. It just feels safe to him.

do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep? Cold. Layers are easier to deal with than sweating.

do they stay up too late? do they like staying up? Very much so. Rennie is a big night owl and likes to stay up until dusk before heading to bed. Sadly school makes that more difficult.

do they know how to drive? do they like to drive? NO WAY DFKGKDJ Rennie is used to using brooms or carriage if needed!

do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above? N/A. The valley doesn’t really have things like that.

do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc? No pets. Though Rennie is quite familiar with the animals that lurk near his home.

do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither? Neither.

what are their phobias? do they have any at all? Lightning, war, abandonment issues.

what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often? Their loud voice, getting too excited over things and not knowing when to tone it down- not often thankfully.

did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered? Rennie had a fear of how weak humans were when playing went horribly wrong- ultimately adding fuel to an already tense war and causing them to flee their home. I wouldn’t say it was a full conquered fear just… Rennie copes with it better than he used to. Though not in the most friendly way.

do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet? Abandonment issues. Since his brother left, Rennie realized just how quiet the family home is without the one who stood up for him all of this time.

how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc? Biting his lip, twisting his hair, can range from fight to flight depending on the severity. Laughing especially.

do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off? Not terribly short. Setting him off usually involves underestimating him or blocking his way for long periods of time. He also doesn’t stand for weak people getting bullied by fraud mages who think they’re hot shit just because they’re in the brawn dorm.

do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them? Not super easily- though sudden crashes can make him jump. Yelling does put him on edge, especially if it is directed towards him.

what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours? Rennie is very passionate about learning anything and everything about magic! It’s his goal to become a well-rounded magician his mother and father could be proud of. He is also very passionate with his work making clothes for his sister and goods to sell back home. Definitely the history of magic and it’s influence across the world. How each country lives in very different ways involving magic.

what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever? The incident where he hurt a human child on accident. Where his brother risked it all to protect him, even if it meant getting hurt himself on top of severe punishment from the school. How he dropped his birth name because there is terrible magic in knowing one’s true name. He didn’t wish to be controlled by the past anymore.

do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many? No kids, he’s a kid himself. Rennie wouldn’t be Against having a family though it’s hard to gauge. Maybe 1-2 kids??? He does like family.

is there something they’d like to change about themselves physically? Not really… though he wouldn’t complain about being a little taller.

is there something about their personality they want to change? The trickster side of himself he shows for sure. While it can be fun at times, he often uses it as a shield to hide his real feelings.

do they have good fashion sense? or do they just wear whatever? Generally Rennie wears whatever is comfortable, though he has an appreciation for certain styles. He at least tries to look presentable.

do they critique others easily? do they judge from afar? To a degree, yes. Though it is more from afar and only within his mind. He only lays light jabs to people and prefers to keep snide comments to himself. No sense picking unnecessary battles.

are they too hard on themselves over the little things? Eh not really! Rennie has a very carefree approach to much of his school life, only getting serious when it comes to his own courses and if others are trying to push him/his friends around. He only gets upset when he fails something he knows he can pull off.

are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of? Not very jealous, no. If anything, he’s more envious and resigned to the fact that there are some fae who can live and exist among humans without worry. He’s envious some can survive the strife within the Valley with little issue.

are they possessive over their things? or over other people? Both? Definitely more over people. Those Rennie welcomes into his life are like family and he is not going to let people hurt those he cares about. Not being seen as a dangerous monster by others is all Rennie hoped for.

would they rather be alone or in a relationship? While Rennie feels safer being with other people, I still think he’d rather be alone. I don’t think Rennie would trust someone so openly with his heart as a Fae. Plus relationships with non-fae lead to an endless cycle of heartache.

what do they think about polyamorous relationships? would they do it? They never considered it but nothing is off the table???

do they have parents / parental figures? do they have a good relationship with them? Rennie has his mother and father! For the most part it is very positive. A strict yet loving household, Rennie’s father expects his children to upkeep the family tradition and talent with magic and good schooling. While Rennie’s mother simply wishes for her children to grow well-rounded and respectful. The change in their lifestyle really showed her what really is important and that’s family above influence.

do they have siblings? if so, how many? do they like them? Rennie has an older brother and his baby sister! He’s the middle baby! Rennie loves his siblings more than anything, especially having a close bond with his brother Brier. Brier tries to distance himself from Rennie now not in a mean way but as a- I’ve protected you for so long and I want you to live and survive on your own way. He can’t always be there, so he needs Rennie to be able to protect and live for himself.

do they have a big family or a small family? no family? A decently big family of 5!

where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? Why? Anywhere outside of the Valley. While Rennie’s home is comforting, the memories of The Valley of Thorns are very raw still and being in a place always on the edge of war exhausts him greatly. Humans and Fae never mix, no matter how hard they try to reconcile the kingdoms.

are they happy in their current living situation? why or why not? Honestly? No. The small hut feels welcoming and warm but Rennie feels he’d feel much better being in another country. Being at NRC for semesters gives him that escape from the reality.

do they like living alone or with another person / other people? Other people for sure!

did they go to college, or are they attending? did / do they like it? Not yet.

what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one? Rennie would love to be a teacher for incantations and potions.

if they could control one thing in the world, what would it be? I have no idea kdfjkdfj maybe how people get along? He’d never want wars again.

do they like tv shows or movies? or neither? Rennie doesn’t mind movies, though he really only watches them at school with friends.

do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it? Rennie has a Magicame however, he barely knows how to use it.

do they have a creative outlet? if so, what is it? Sewing!!! Rennie loves making clothes and blankets in his free time.

where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years? 2 years he hopes to be a great 3rd year student others can look up to. In 5 years he hopes to graduate NRC like his brother and make his family proud. In 10 years he hopes to be working his dream job and training his baby sister in magic alongside his parents.

#twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #rennie cirque #rennie lore #not art #long post #my oc

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CHAPTER 17 - My King, my Queen.

For the whole three weeks their plan took to be fully made, Camalia didn't see any of the Saporian's faces. Not even a glimpse of what they might look like.

So she had to fall back on her imagination.

She imagined Andrew as repulsive and disgusting as possible, with hideous features. Which would perfectly match his personnality, that she definitely didn't like.

Clementine was, in her head, kind of an old woman, but not that old. A bit cranky, with that constant frown, always bent over. She thought about some kind of a shawl over her shoulder, and a belt where she put all of her her magic thingies.

Maisie was very classy, with an uptight ouftit, maybe going a bit over the top with a cape, but nothing more. He would have a sword, or even just a dagger hanging on his side. She thought about a moustache that curls in the hand, that he was used to bully with his fingers whenever he was stressed or deep in thought.

Kai would be that big, cuddly man, looking like a teddy bear. Maybe with a very soft beard, very clean and nicely styled. The girl couldn't even imagine him with a weapon, but she had to remind herself that they were technically criminals. An axe would work with the features she had, but it looked so weird in his hands. She finally handed up with a stick. Stick is good.

Juniper would be with long hair, a large, bright grin, and maybe some freckles on her cheeks. It would underline her nice and goofy personality. She would be thin and constantly bruised, with funky hair bouncing everywhere. A long and nice sword would be the perfect weapon for her, and she was sure the saporian would wield it with grace and precision.

When she shared her thoughts to Varian, he simply snorted at Andrew's description and shrugged off the rest. To be fair, he hadn't really put names on the faces he saw, so he was just a little bit less lost. However, he was mildly happy to see how well she was getting along with the crew.

In one hand, it would ease communication a lot, and make her a part of the team, but on the other hand, he felt like she was more accepted than him... And also, they were supposed to be allies, not making buddy-buddy with the criminals. Their sad origin story didn't really move him that much. He didn't really cared, but he was glad it convinced Camalia, whatever her reasons were.

During the making of the Plan, they were confronted to the biggest problem : Captain. He was smart, strong, very smart, and an excellent leader. To overthrow the royalties, they had to go through him. A lot of solutions were offered, but all of them were destroyed by Camalia's inside knowledge of the man. They were hitting a dead end when the castle was suddenly full of running guards and panicked maids. Camalia got up from the place near the well she was sitting at, watching with surprise all of those people running around, in and out of the prison. She spotted Stan and Pete running around and gestured them to come closer. They hesitated, the girl now in prison was a criminal, then decided that between a very confusing order and the girl they've seen grow over the years, they chose the girl.

-What's going on ? Asked Camalia

A split second of doubt before Pete answered.

-Cap' is gone.

Disbelief painted itself across the girl's face, while behind her, Varian had a smile. Even though he didn't really want to convey his feelings to the guards.

-What ? What do you mean "gone" ? Is he ok ?

-Oh, yeah, don't mind Pete. Captain was fine the last time we saw him. He just... ran away.

-Captain ran away ?

-Yes. To find Cassandra.

He used to talk about Cassandra. During those little times they shared, before the curse became too strong. She was his beloved daughter, his treasure. He loved her with all his heart, and what was incredulity faded into understanding.

As Pete and Stan went back to their crazy run, she let go of the bars and went back to the well, sitting close to Varian, who couldn't hide his excitement.

-Did you hear that, guys ?

Once again, Andrew's disgustingly sweet voice rose.

-Yes, we did. It's great news. Now that Cap's gone, this plan will go easily.

After that, they learned by listening some guards that Stan and Pete had been designated to be captains while waiting for the actual Captain. There was supposed to be only one, but... well... Stan and Pete.

At first, Camalia was thrilled for her friends. Then she darken, remembering that they would be on opposite sides. Well, at least, they won't be harmed that bad... right ? Just... erasing their memories, and that's it ! It's okay. As the weeks passed by, Camalia's mindset changed, and she wasn't sure she liked it. She found more and more reasons... no, excuses to do what she was doing. They won't hurt anyone, it's better this way... She lied, and lied. Over, and over. But what else was she supposed to do ? She understood too well the Saporian's feeling and situation, and she couldn't leave Varian. Even if she wanted to, that is. After all, they were stuck in the same cell. She blocked out the little voice screaming she was wrong. She had to do this. She needed to do this.

It was the middle of the night, but everyone in jail was wide awake. Varian was silently watching the moon, waiting for it to disappear behind the tower. Camalia was stretching, breathing deeply, guitar in hand. Under them, the Saporian's were tensed, ready to jump out.

They had one shot at this And they weren't going to mess it up.

Minutes passed by and everything was quiet. Slowly, the shadows took over the light that disappeared in the window, only leaving the gentle flicker of the torchs in the corridor. Varian turned to Camalia and nodded.

She breathed in and played. The door, and part of the wall, exploded. Under them, and at the same time, the Saporians had unlocked their door and were now going up the stairs as fast as they could. A scream was heard above them, and a lot of steps eagerly running toward them. With a simple note, Camalia locked the door, and after a brief hesitation, placed several rocks in front of it. They needed to go through that door, but for now, it would prevent the others from getting to them. She turned back to the stairs just in time to see the last Saporian appearing.

I can't describe to you what the young music mage felt, upon seeing Juniper and Kai for the very first time. However, I can tell you that she froze, and nearly dropped her guitar. I can tell you that she walked over slowly, like in a dream, unable to detach her eyes from Juniper's beautiful, gorgeous dark skin. She couldn't hear the pressing voices nor could she feel the hands trying to get her to focus. Juniper didn't move, kind of confused, but feeling like the girl needed whatever was going on. I can tell you that Camalia approached her hand, brushed Juniper's arm and pulled away, like she had been burned. She hesitated, then touched it again. Juniper raised her arm, and Camalia could see her palm. She was shocked, and honestly shaken. She raised her arm next to the woman's. She was lighter, but... They were...

-You- You're like me.

Her voice was strangled and shaking, and her eyes were still glued to both of their arms next to eachothers. Juniper looked at Camalia. She looked at her upset face, at the tears building up and she understood. She looked at Camalia, she really looked at her, looked at her soul, at her story, like it was a book. Juniper was a tough woman, and always took pride in that. She didn't show weakness, she was strong, she never softened her words over what she was really thinking. So no, they weren't the same, not at all. But right now, that's now what the kid meant.

Without hesitation, she pulled Camalia in for a hug, and whispered in her ears.

-Yes, we are.

It took every bone in Camalia's body to not start crying her 15 years built up feelings right then and there. But they had to get moving, so she just hugged back and then took some deep breath to calm down and regain some kind of composure. Most of the people in the room, except Kai and Juniper, had no idea what just happened. All they knew is that they were wasting time.

Camalia grabbed her guitar and walked over the blocked door. They could hear guards banging on it, trying to get past the huge pile of rock the mage built. She stood as close of it as she could, then ended up backing up a bit.

-I am Camalia, a music mage, and I'm about to blow up this door. Unless you want to blow up with it, you better back up !

They heard the guards hurrily scatter behind the door, and within a beat, the door exploded. The Saporians and their allies rushed into the opening, knocking out any guards in their way. They ran up the stairs, to arrive in a corridor filled with guards, led by Stan and Pete. Their faces paled when they saw Camalia with the criminals, and once again, doubt ached in the music mage's heart.

They quickly composed themselves and ordered the attack. Without a second thought, the Saporians launched into battle. Varian, Camalia and Clementine stayed put, Camalia and Varian protecting the mage. The Saporians forged a path through the guards, and once they were on the other side of the corridor, they formed a circle around Andrew that placed a rune on the wood. In the Coronans' point of view, the criminals were cornered, separated and easy to take down. They were completely took off guard when the bigger group suddenly broke defenses and layed as flat as they could on the wall.

Across the corridor, Varian and Camalia did the same while Clementine pulled out another rune that she slapped on her staff before slamming it on the ground. The two runes seemed to connect and suddenly everything between those two paper were in a giant storm, making the guards fly away, and eventually knocked them down. When a dozen minutes later it calmed down, everything was quiet and the Coronans were out.

The Saporian team took the runes and continued their progress toward the throne room.

It took them some time and a few tricks, but they finally entered the room, where for some reason the royalties hadn't been taken to safety. Once the giant door closed behind them, Camalia definitely locked it and all the other smaller exits.

While the music mage was making sure it was all closed, pushing the doors one by one, the group approached the king and queen.

-You do not belong here, criminals.

Andrew let out a soft laugh.

-We've belonged here for quite a while, Frederick ! Rooting in your jail. I've grown attached to this place. But... I would like to see a little more than just, bars and walls, you know ?

He paused dramatically, acting as if he was thinking, then snapped his fingers and pointed at the royals.

-I know ! What about the entire kingdom ?

Camalia got back to the group, confirming they were trapped. Juniper gave her a thumbs up, making the girl smile proudly. Then again, doubt was there. This was wrong. She was doing the wrong thing. She was a Coronan after all, not... not a Saporian ?

-You won't get away with this, Saporians.

Varian stepped forward, and the queen had a movement backward. Shock, fear and a dot of anger passed on her face. Far from disliking it, the alchemist smiled.

-Well, they aren't alone, are they ? You see, I've been thinking of a way to start over, since I screwed up so bad you couldn't even give me the help you promised.

-We never-

-FREDERICK DID !

Varian was screaming, his face red, rage boiling in him. He gave an accusatory stare to the king.

-He DID. He promised to Rapunzel before she leave, and then he didn't do anything. He forgot about me as soon as I disappeared from his sight.

Camalia's head shot up at his words. Her breathing increased and she felt her stomach drop. They couldn't do that, Varian was just saying that because he was upset. They were the king and queen ! They had to take care of their citizens, all of them ! It's true no one ever came to help him but... they probably had a reasonable answer to that. But they stayed silent.

Unaware of the girl's state, the Saporians were all staring at their victims. Clementine slowly took the wand of oblivium out of her bag. She walked forward, letting the boy slips behind her with the rest of the team. She pointed the wand to the royals. Out of despair, Queen Ariana spoke.

-We don't know any of you ! What happened centuries ago is not our fault ! Please, stop this madness.

Andrew was about to clarify how they didn't do much to restore what their ancestors had done, and that if they did stop this madness, then what ? They were just going to be put back to jail. No thanks. He opened his mouth, exasperation and hate growing in his chest when someone stepped forward and whispered. In the silence, everyone heard.

-You... don't know any of us ?

He turned to see Camalia, and the expression he saw kept his mouth shut. She was holding her guitare close to her chest, her two hands clunched on the handle. She wasn't going to play, that's for sure. She stepped out of the group, not really seeing anyone, similar to her earlier state of bewilderment when she saw Maisie and Kai, but... It was sadder. Darker. Worst.

-That's a lie. You... you know Varian ! And you know Andrew, and... And you know me.

-No. You're just another saporian.

Camalia stumbled a bit backward, as if the words had punched her. She didn't stop smiling. She had just changed, it's been 10 years !

-Of course you do ! It was a long time ago but I was the 4 years old girl you had to put in jail ! You gave me an apple. You had to put a child behind bars, you... you can't forget that.

Her voice was shaking at the end of the sentence. No light of understanding in their eyes. It was cold, sick, madening. Their stares weren't the stares of a good king and queen. It was the stare of people corrupted by power, unable to differenciate their needs with the kingdom's. It was the look of those who take and close their eyes on the consequencies. It was the look of people that thought she was different, she was smaller, she was less. It was the look of people that thought she didn't matter. That look that make you want to puke and beat them up at the same time.

The kind of look that makes you explode.

Camalia grabbed the wand, snatching it from Clementine's hand, and pointed it at them.

-I've spent 10 years of my life in inimaginable pain, living, no... surviving under your feet. And you don't even care.

There was such disgust in her voice, as much as there was arrogance in the royals' eyes.

She cast the spell, a few pink sparkles escaped, and the whole room turned white.

When the brightness disappeared, and everyone opened their eyes, it was to the sight of the king and queen, laying inconscious beside their thrones. Smiles creeped up the Saporians face, and the rattling of the wand hitting the ground stopped it mid-course. They turned to Camalia. The girl was horrified, her hands on her mouth, looking at the bodies as if she murdered them.

She turned her back on them and dashed to the big entrance, that she bursted open and ran through. They all turned to Varian, expecting him to run after her but he was busy checking on the bodies. Juniper frowned, not liking at all how the boy was treating his friend. She went after Camalia instead of him.

Andrew watched the whole scene with a smirk.

-Well well well, the little music mage won't be that much of a burden after all...

Camalia ran out. She ran through the corridors, meeting nothing but unconscious corpses. She tripped, fell, got back up and ran. She didn't know where she was going, tears flodding on her face, leaving a trail on the carpet behind her.

She ran, went down a staircase then another. Her mind was fuzzy, her legs were moving by themselves. Suddenly she was back in jail. Back in her cell. Her very own cell. The cell that felt like it was safe.

The cell that felt like home.

She crumbled on the ground, gasping and sobbing loudly. Her voice was echoing on the wall, doing nothing but making her feel like she was more alone than ever.

Then steps echoed back, as a response for her cry. The music mage turned, expecting Varian, but it was Juniper. She crawled back on the wall, not wanting to talk to her.

She felt the Saporian sit beside her, still in silence. It was quiet. An ideal silence that was only broke by the girl's sniffles. Camalia kept expecting that the woman would start talking, but she didn't. She just... sat there, looking at the ceiling, as calm as she could be. So the music mage spoke.

-I...I didn't mean to...

Her voice was trembling and full of cracks. She flinched at the sound she made, but continued.

-That's not... that's not what I wanted.

Juniper sighed and patted the Coronan's shoulder.

-Sometime, in life, we do things we'd rather not do. It just happens. And then you have to live with it.

-But I don't want to live with it !

Frustration exploded as she spoke.

-I don't want to live with the fact that I... I hurt people ! I don't want to hurt people, I hate it ! And I just did, because, what...? They couldn't remember me ! That's stupid !

Another silence. Camalia was panting, a new stream of tears running down her face.

-Well. Will the fact that you didn't want to change the fact that you did ?

-No ?

-Then what do you want to do ? Juniper shrugged. You don't really have a choice. What is done is done. Your future choices, however, are up to you.

The woman touched gently Camalia's forehead.

-Don't let your past, no matter how recent it is, define who you are, princess.

Juniper got back up, her eyes drifting to a place unknown to Camalia. She whispered, seemingly more to herself than for the girl.

-Trust me, the best you can do is move on as soon as you can.

She turned back to the music mage, still on the ground, taken aback by what just happened. The Saporian reached out for her, smiling as if nothing happened.

-Come on, princess ! We have to go help the others clean the castle. 'M sure the kid is done with the royalties by now.

The Coronan stood back up as well, and together, hand in hand, they left the prison.

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talpup · 3 years

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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Cause I’m impatient to share and all the manga I read are taking a week off, here’s the final chapter of Book I. ******FYI I’ll be starting a new ‘work’ over on ao3 for Book II so please be aware and be on the look out for that and know that though this work will say complete on ao3, the fic isn’t finished.******

While the fic has had plently of breadcrumbs scattered about. This chapter has LOTS of hidden and not so hidden nuggets about the Chaos plotline and what’s to come.

Chapter 83

Yami woke up on the dawn of December twenty-first. At least he figured it was morning. After being in a cold, damp, dark cellar filled with spirits he wasn’t allowed to drink for two days, Yami’s internal clock was likely a bit off. He didn’t know where they were. Three nights ago Julius had time jumped him and Jax here while Greywright had used his transportation charm to portal himself, Teris, and Julius’ Vice Captain Jon somewhere else.

Neither group was suppose to know where the other was. Though that wasn’t entirely the case for Yami and Teris. Their heightened sense of each others mana allowed Yami to sense the direction and relative distance Teris was from him. Though he couldn’t say exactly where she was, he would've been able to track his way to her with ease. It was why Yami thought this plan entirely needless and stupid. Not that he’d ever lead the Agents of Chaos to Teris if they found him. He’d kill them all or die trying before he ever did that.

Yami sat up and stretched his sore neck. Three nights on cold, damp cobble stone floor wasn’t good for anyone.

“Morning.” Jax greeted. He saw the tenting of Yami’s pants and looked away, clearing his throat. “Wanna take care of that?”

Yami ignored the Captain's question. Bending his knees, he rested his forearms on them, hiding the bulge as best he could. “Where’s Julius?”

“Checking in with Bronn and getting breakfast.” Jax answered.

“Not checking in with Greywright?” Yami questioned.

“Julius couldn’t check in with them even if he wanted. You know that. It’s safest that way.” Jax told.

“At least you know where we are.” Yami complained, looking about the cellar.

“One more day. Once the sun sets, we can go back home and sleep in our own beds.”

“And see Teris.” Yami added.

The Captain smirked and stretched, back popping. “I’m getting too old for missions like this.”

“You’re not that old. I mean you’re old. But not ancient.” Yami said.

Jax huffed. “Thanks. I no longer feel bad about your embarrassment over your personal camp ground.”

Yami parted his arms, hands spread. “Who said I was embarrassed?” Mana, would the thing just go down already. He had to pee.

“Damn it, Yami! Have some of decency if not shame.” Jax might've made a quip back about camp size it were Bronn; but Bronn was his closest friend next to Julius. The two had come up the ranks together. Always looking out for each other, it was obvious to all that Bronn wouldn’t be where he was if it weren’t for Jax. But Jax would argue that he wouldn’t be Captain let alone alive if it weren’t for Bronn.

Yami rested his forearms back on his knees.

After a moment Jax asked. “You can still sense Teris’ mana, right? It hasn’t moved.”

“She’s still were she was.” Yami said. “I still don’t get the point in separating us when we can sense each other. They could just spell Teris or I into leading them to the other.”

Jax sighed at Yami’s reiterated complaint. “They’d have to find one of you. Have a mage capable of compelling you. And then travel over there.”

“I’ve seen the numbers Alowishus has following him. I can only imagine the number of Spatial Mages he has to portal such a group.” Yami argued, recalling the mass of people he saw the morning of the Summer Solstice.

“It’s still an extra step and it makes us feel better. Stop being difficult for the spite of it.” Jax snapped.

Yami huffed and got to his feet.

“Where you going?” Jax questioned.

“To pee. Care to watch?”

Jax rubbed his weary face. They were all cranky and tired. Honestly, it was a wonder Yami wasn’t more temperamental, having been locked inside for six days now. At least when at the Black Bulls base for those first three days windows provided natural light and fresh air; never mind space to get away from each other. After being holed up in a windowless cellar for the last three days, Jax was even more certain that he and Yami and would get on as Captain and Vice Captain. That was if he didn’t kill Yami before this final day was done.

Yami returned, appearing from behind stacked casks of aging brandy. “If we make till sundown think we could take a barrel or two to celebrate?”

Jax smirked, liking how the man thought. “No. But we’ll go out and I’ll cover your tab for the night.”

“I’ll hold you to that and see you regret it.” Yami grinned.

Before Jax could reply Julius appeared, his form piecing back together.

Yami’s mouth watered at the smell of food. He grabbed the covered basket out of the Azure Deers Captain's hands and opened it up. Finally! After two mornings of oatmeal, Julius had brought bacon and sausage.

“I love you.” Yami breathed.

“Thanks.” Julius said, uncertainly.

“He was talking to the food.” Jax said.

Julius arched an eyebrow.

“What? He’s still growing.” Jax defended.

“I hope not. He’s as tall as me.” Julius said.

Jax laughed. “You wish! He’s taller.”

“Is not.” Julius argued.

Jax looked over at Yami who closed his eyes and threw his head back as he chewed. “Sorry to be the one to tell you this, Julius. But the kid’s nearly a full inch taller than you.”

“Yami. Come here.” Julius called.

“What?” Yami gruffed, between chews.

“Stand up and come here.” Julius ordered.

Yami got to his feet and moved to the Captain’s, taking another rasher of bacon as he did. “What?”

Julius stood in front of Yami, blue eyes skimming him from toe to head. He stepped back and shot Jax a frowning pout. “Shut up.”

Jax laughed. “I have no control over the boys growth spurts.”

Yami looked between the Captain's deciding now was the best time to broach the matter. “As it’s our last day here. Either of you wanna tell me what’s got you both so spooked about the Wizard Kings Advisor?”

Julius and Jax’s heads snapped to Yami, any lighthearted semblance of play evaporating in an instant.

“Wha-- Where did that come from? There’s nothing spooking us about Advisor Ellara. She—”

“If you had kept shut I might’ve been able to salvage this.” Jax cut in over Julius, thinking his friend a terrible liar.

Julius turned on Jax. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing.” Jax said. “It’s what we, or rather our Ki, told him.” He looked at Yami. “Right?”

Yami gave a nod.

“You just confirmed it though. So...” Jax patted Julius’ back. “Good job.”

Yami didn’t say that their Ki had confirmed it as soon as Advisor Ellara was mention. Instead he watched the two Captain's, waiting for reply.

Eyebrows pinched with worry, Julius turned to Yami. “We don’t know anything for sure. So please don’t go doing something stupid.”

Yami’s muscles tensed. “What’s going on that you think I’d do something?”

“No.” Jax shook his head. “I’m not ready to bring you in on this yet.”

Yami turned to his Captain, expression darkening. “You’re going do what Jorah did and leave us in the dark?”

“Sir Jorah.” Jax corrected, frayed temper struggling not to rise at Yami’s accusation. “And we won’t keep it from you for long.”

“Sure you won’t.” Yami rolled his eyes.

“Yami--” Jax bit back an irritated censure and sighed. “We won’t. It’s just… With everything going on right now I’m not telling you, alright.”

“Then don’t. Let Julius tell me.” Yami said.

“Not today.” Jax growled out.

“Then when?” Yami pressed.

Jax sighed heavily. He scratched his forehead, considering a moment. “After Bronn’s retired and married. We’ll start the new year, and your and Teris’ time as Vice Captain with that problematic bit of information. Happy?”

Yami turned to Julius.

“Don’t look at him. I’m your Captain.” Jax snapped.

Yami glared, almost arguing that Julius was future Wizard King.

Jax’s expression hardened. “Scowl all you like. You just might change my mind into waiting longer.”

Yami turned away and went back to his breakfast.

Julius and Jax shared a look. Both silently hoped that Bronn caught Ellara in the act of something so Yami and Teris could be kept well away from that particular mess.

83.2

While Greywright’s army men were capable of watching, listening, and relaying intel; his magic was better suited for close combatant and protective shielding. With so many of his magics army men currently active and stationed in hidden areas around the property, they were little more than a type of motion sensor for an early warning system.

The Magic Knights Commander would’ve preferred actual Magic Knights positioned outside, along with two or three squads within. He had re-read Yami and Teris’ reports of all their dealings with the Agents of Chaos. The numbers Yami had seen on morning of the Summer Solstice was considerable. Even if most of that force was untrained with middle to low mana levels, their numbers alone would be able to overwhelm with relative ease if they attack en masse. And that wasn’t even accounting for the magic negating mage Yami and Teris had dealt with; or Alowishus Spade himself, who had somehow been unaffected by Julius’ time magic during their fight on the morning of the Summer Solstice.

Low light streamed in through shuttered windows. The day was nearing its end, the sun almost completely set. Yet Greywright’s focus and tension didn’t lessen. It might've been the longest day of the year; but it felt like the longest day of his life.

So much depended on what happened during this last bit of daylight. Not just for Yami and Teris, or this Chaos business they were trying to stop; but for Greywright’s own life. His work, his friendships, the Magic Knights as a whole could be effected for better or worse this day.

If Bronn came back and reported having seen Ellara meeting with members of the Agents of Chaos, it wouldn’t matter if they kept Yami and Teris safe. Chaos would descend upon the Order of Magic Knights that was Greywright’s life and love. Doubt and suspicion would be cast upon the man Greywright had spent his career serving. What would Sir Jorah do? What would happen to the man? Would Sir Jorah’s tenure as Wizard King be forced to an end? Would Sir Jorah’s time as Wizard King be forever scarred? Would all the good the Wizard King had done be forever forgotten under the stigma of Ellara’s betrayal?

Greywright shook such thoughts away. Bronn could just as easily return with nothing to report, saying Ellara had stayed late at Magic Investigations as she was known to do. Instead of worrying about possibilities he couldn’t control, he had to focus on what he could.

With only a twenty minutes left until the sun dipped below the horizon, now was possibly the most dangerous time of all. If the Agents of Chaos found them, they would be desperate to get Yami and Teris to the ritual sight before the sun set. Greywright had fought his fair share desperate people. With nothing to lose, they were perhaps the most deadly and fearsome foes of all.

Greywright’s muscles spasmed in complaint when his already tense neck and shoulders tensed further. “Someone’s coming.” He usually wasn’t so tightly wound. His years of experience had left him calm and ready for anything. Or so he had thought. But there was no amount of experience that could leave one ready for the possibly of confirming that your co-worker and counterpart was a traitor serving a zealotous group that wanted to unleash Chaos and end the world.

“You and Teris stay back.” Greywright ordered Jon. His gaze locked on Teris. “Remember what I said.” His eyes twitched and narrowed. “I’m not Julius, Jax, or Fuegoleon. I expect you to follow orders without word or reinterpreting.”

Teris swallowed and stared. Despite what might be outside, a small part of her was awed and envious. How was it that with mere look and tone of voice Greywright could made her fear him more than what might be coming? This was the man she admired. The man who held the rank and position she wanted to achieve. Would she ever be able to make someone fear with just a look and inflection? Would she ever be so sure and confident? The man didn’t even wait for her to nod. Not that she would've been able to.

The Knights Commander had long since gone over his orders of what she should do if the Agents of Chaos came. There was no doubt in Teris’ mind that she wouldn’t be able to obey. She could never light travel away and leave Greywright and Jon to fight.

Where Jax would've given the same orders, telling Teris obey and not to be stupid. Greywright had told her not to be prideful. Teris glowered at the retreating Commander. She didn’t think it prideful to want to stay and help fight.

Teris’ heart pounded in her chest. She could easily sense Yami’s mana pool. He hadn’t moved from the spot he had been in for these passed three days. If they caught her, there were any number of ways the Agents of Chaos could magically force her to lead them to Yami. Her mouth turned as dry as the dust motes around them as Jon urged her into an inner room with one entry and no windows.

They were in the abandoned, boarded up estate of the defunct noble House Glesse. The family having been stripped of everything immediately after it was learned Lord Glesse had hired Cin and his gang to kill Nozel. Wrong as it felt to be in the house of the man who had tried to have Nozel murdered. At least is was comfortable. All be it cold and dark, as Greywright didn’t allow fires or candles, even during the night.

Jon standing protectively in front of her, Teris tiptoed trying to see over his shoulder; not that there was anything to see other than the wall she’d been staring at for three days. Her gut churned. They had made it this far. There were less than twenty minutes left till sundown. Her teeth gritted, hands curling into fists. There was no way they were going to do to Yami what they’d done to her on the Summer Solstice. She refused to let them use her to find Yami. She’d kill every single one of them first. She’d rather die.

Greywright relaxed when his guarding army men alerted there was only one person. That was until he saw who the person was. Ellara Shaw. He glanced back making sure Jon had moved Teris to the safe room then made for the front door.

Greywright waited out on the front landing. When the Advisor got close enough for them to talk without raised voices, he asked. “What are you doing here?”

Ellara squinted at the low hanging sun. “I could ask you the same. This isn’t where you were suppose to house Yami and Teris.”

“The place was compromised.” Greywright said, hating that it could very well be true if Ellara was indeed working with the Agents of Chaos.

“How so?” Ellara questioned.

Instead of answering, Greywright looked passed her asking a question of his own. “You alone?”

“As if your magics army men didn’t see and report as much to you.” Ellara said.

Greywright’s eyes narrowed. Ellara knew the limitations of his magic. She also knew his connection with his army men was more of a sense or daydream depending on how many and how far they were from him. Calling that connection a ‘report’ was more than generous. It was completely inaccurate. And with as precise as Ellara always was with her phrasing and word choice, something very unlike her to say.

At Greywright's expression, Ellara told. “I may not be a Magic Knight but I know how not to be followed. Jorah’s made it perfectly clear that Yami and Teris’ safety is of paramount importance.”

Greywright frowned. Ellara never spoke the Wizard Kings name without a title of respect.

Ellara looked passed him to the door. “They inside?”

“How’d you find us?” Greywright asked.

Ellara crossed her arms, a toying glint in her eyes. “Teris is a royal lady. Hiding her in some distillery with no bed or proper bathroom would hardly suit.”

Greywright swallowed, heart quickening. He was certain the mention of a distillery was to prove she knew where Yami was hidden.

She smiled. “What’s the matter, Commander? Getting a little paranoid after being holed up for three days? Trust me. If I was working for the Agents of Chaos and the Master of Chaos wanted those two, I would already have them in hand.”

83.3

Taking long shallow breaths, Bronn swallowed roughly, trying not to throw up. Hitching a ride along side another Spatial Mages gate wasn’t something most Spatial Mages could do. Nor was it something Bronn liked to do; and not just because the ability likely came thanks to his nobleman father. Using a portal to tag-along with someone elses portal left him dizzy and vulnerable for a good few seconds. But when a portal appeared before the Wizard Kings Advisor and she had walked through it, Bronn tethered a portal of his own to it and followed.

There were ten, fifteen minutes at most, before the sun completely set. Bronn knew he couldn’t lose Ellara now. Not this close to the solstice. He just hoped Jax, Julius, Greywright, and Jon had been able to keep Yami and Teris hidden and safe.

Bronn quickly crouched behind a shrub thirty meters away from Ellara and the cloaked figures she was meeting, and took in his surroundings. What were the Agents of Chaos doing at the geyser labyrinth? Even with the labyrinth and its entrance disappeared, Bronn was sure of the location. Though the geyser labyrinth shifted out of phase. It always reappeared in the same spot.

Suddenly the ground beneath Bronn disappeared and he was falling. He was deposited with a plop, the fifteen foot landing knocking the air out of him. Rolling onto his back, he looked up to find Ellara, another woman, and two men staring down at him.

Bronn propped himself up on an elbow with a grunt, and critiqued. “A halfway decent Spatial Mage knows how to stick the landing.”

“I did.” The other woman said.

Bronn glanced from the other woman to Ellara, and greeted. “Advisor, fancy seeing you here.”

Ellara frowned down at Bronn. “You shouldn’t have followed me here, Vice Captain. How did you?”

Bronn sat up. “I call it ‘hitching a ride’. Any Spatial Mage worth their salt would’ve felt me tagging along. It slows the gate process and creates a sort of tugging tension.” He looked at the other woman. “Or is that how you knew I was here?”

“I knew you were here because you’ve been following me for the last three days.” Ellara said. “You’re not as good as you think you--”

“Seven.” Bronn interrupted, eyes fixing back on Ellara. “I’ve been tailing you for the last seven days. Guess you’re not as good as you think you are.”

Ellara glanced at one of the men, before telling Bronn again. “You shouldn’t have followed me here.”

“And miss your ruined ritual when you couldn’t get a hold of those kids? Nah. I just had to see your sorry faces for myself.” Bronn said.

Ellara bent at the waist and grabbed Bronn roughly, fingers digging into his jaw. “You’re far too early if that’s what you wanted to see. There is no ritual tonight.”

“I don’t believe you.” Bronn glared.

“You really have no clue, do you?” Ellara sighed, tone caught between reproachful and amused. “No wonder Greywright humored Captain’s Julius and Jax in changing the location and hid Yami and Teris in that house and distillery.”

Bronn’s blood ran cold. Though he didn’t know where either Yami or Teris were, Ellara sounded far too sure of herself.

Ellara released him, expression disgusted. “Commander Greywright’s days of tolerating Captain's Julius and Jax in their workings against me will come to an end. A transformation mage is meeting with him as we speak to secure my innocence in his mind. Your death will be meaningless. You really shouldn’t have followed me, Vice Captain. Senior Healer Gilly Shae deserved better.”

“You keep her name off your filthy traitor lips or I’ll kill you!” Bronn hollered. He tried to portal away but couldn’t.

“If the two favored and chosen by Darkness and Light couldn’t use their magic unless I willed it. What makes you think you’d be able to?” Calen questioned. “You’re not going anywhere, Vice Captain.”

“Leave him.” Alowishus commanded. “It’s almost time.”

“I thought you said there was no ritual. Leave it to a bunch of crazies to be a pack of liars.” Bronn spat.

“There is no ritual. This is a revival.” Alowishus said.

“Revival? What’s that mean?” Bronn demanded. He wasn’t all that curious, though Jax and Julius would be grateful for any info he gave when he got out of here. …If he got out of here.

Don’t think like that, he scolded himself. Gilly was waiting for him. He had promised her that he’d be back. Bronn had broken his fair share of promises in his life; but never once had he broken a promise to Gilly. He wasn’t about to start now. He just had to keep these crazies talking until an opening for a way out presented itself.

Alowishus looked to the setting sun, the barest curve of light still visible but shrinking fast. “To awaken Chaos more than the rituals of Light and Darkness must be preformed. We must create our own chaos as offering.”

“Haven’t you pack of lunatics created enough chaos already?” Bronn goaded.

Alowishus held up a hand, staying his followers from attacking the Vice Captain for his disrespect. He had heard worse over the course of his life. “My offering will be something truly remarkable.” Alowishus thought of the skull of his long dead father, memory of the skulls words ringing in his ears. “What many would say is impossible.”

“What?” Bronn scoffed. “You gonna drop this nonsense, admit you’re crazy, and suddenly turn sane?”

Bronn’s head wrenched to the side, Calen’s hit resounding off the trees lining the meadow.

Alowishus bent down, mismatched eyes boring into Bronn. “I’m going to end this world so I never have to mess with nonsense ever again. Does that count?”

Bronn growled, wiping the blood from his bitten lip with a shirt sleeve.

Alowishus dusted himself off and stood. “But before I make the Darkness end the Light, I must see myself strengthened so history doesn’t repeat itself.”

Bronn snarled. “If you think you can make that boy kill Black Sheep, you’re dead wrong. There’s no manipulation magic or threat to anothers life that’ll make Yami Sukehiro end Teris Nova.”

Alowishus smirked and turned away, “It’s time.”

The ground swirled around Alowishus as he stepped away from his followers, and Bronn. He stopped where the entrance to the labyrinth would've been just as the sun vanished beneath the horizon. Arms extending, Alowishus’ eyes closed.

His mana built as he focused on the residual, and once well known, mana of a long dead soul. He was Death. It wasn’t in his nature to give life. But that didn’t mean he was incapable of doing so, in his own twisted fashion. People said death was a terrible and unfair thing. That it took and stole. If that was the case, wasn’t taking someone from their peace by stealing them from death unfair? After all, to Alowishus' mind there was nothing more terrible than forcing someone to live.

The ground trembled and split open.

Bronn jumped to his feet. “What’s he doing?”

“You heard the Master. Revival.” Calen said, a look of awe washing over his face.

Bronn turned to Ellara. “This isn’t you, lass. I don’t know you well but I know that this isn’t you. You’ve spent your life serving the Clover Kingdom. Serving Jorah.”

Ellara looked at him. “My bed was made long ago.” Her eyes traveled back to her husband. “I must continue to lie in it.”

A great explosion of dirt and rock erupted in front of Alowishus. He crumbled to his knees, weakened from his efforts.

Calen, Ellara, and Misandre made for him. Bronn tore his gaze away from the scene. If he made a break for it, he might have a chance. The Mage blocking his magic had to have some sort of limit. If he could just get far enough away...

Before Bronn could take a step, the ground swallowed him up to his knees.

Alowishus looked over his shoulder at him. “You came all this way. It would be a shame if you left and missed everything.”

Bronn’s breath caught. The inky black pools of Alowishus' eyes were just how Teris had described Yami’s eyes when the force inside him took over.

Seeing his followers near, Alowishus ordered. “Stay back.”

Fingers digging into the soil, Alowishus closed his eyes. In his weakened state he could literally feel the thrum of life around him. It sicken him, the way he could could hear it cry out for mercy. The only mercy was death Alowishus thought; wishing someone would show Death such mercy.

Focusing and condensing his mana, Alowishus exhaled, pulling his mana out of him. A tarry, purple-black mass churned around him in a thick, volatile cloud. The surrounding trees and shrubs shriveled and fell over.

Bronn looked down at his hands, seeing them whither before his eyes. He had seen enough dead in various stages of decay to know what was happening.

“He’s taking our life force.” Bronn told the others.

“You’re already dead anyway.” Misandre said.

Ellara’s heart hammered in her chest, fear and excitement coursing through her veins. “The Master is only taking the life force of the earth. If we were any closer we’d have cause for concern. This far away. There will be no lasting effects.”

Bronn was about to appeal to Ellara again when Alowishus released a blood curling roar that shook the earth and very air they breathed.

With a shout, Alowishus pushed the collected life force into the residual mana of the long dead soul.

Still kneeling on the ground, Alowishus fell to all fours, spent.

“Watch him.” Ellara ordered the others before rushing to Alowishus. She knelt beside him and gripped his shoulder, helping him sit up on his knees. Her hand blackened and rotted at the contact. But she ignored the pain, certain her husband and Master would see her healed before she returned to her role as Advisor.

Alowishus panted, face pale from exertion. “I did it. I brought the dead to life.”

Ellara exhaled. Her concern for her husband growing as her fear over what he had attempted to do waned. Despite what Alowishus thought. It hadn’t worked. Captain Shadow Banashe did not stand before them.

“Help me up. I want to be on my feet when I see her for the last.” Alowishus said.

Ellara did as her Master bid, breathing through the mouth least she retch at the decaying stench of him.

Alowishus took a moment to steady himself before nudging her away. “Get back with the others.”

Ellara stepped back.

With the sun completely disappeared beneath the horizon it was difficult to see. That was until… A wild wind whipped up. Flashes of yellow lightening struck the ground in front of Alowishus, illuminating their surroundings.

A gold glowing ghost appeared. The specter looked down at her see through hands then up at the Master of the Agents of Chaos. “What have you done!”

Bronn and the Agents of Chaos stared at the long dead Captain of the Azure Deers.

“I told you, Shadow. I would have your heart.” Alowishus said.

A long ago memory of a lazy day sitting on a grassy knoll with the man she thought might be her future filled her mind.

“You’re beautiful, Shadow. Nearly magnificent.”

Shadow laughed. “Nearly magnificent? Is this how you woo all women?”

The handsome man she was slowly falling in love with took her hand and turned to her. “There are no other women. It is my goal to have you. I will have your heart, Shadow Banashe.”

Shadow shook her head and tried to step back. She tried to travel to the nearest light source; her method of light travel. But she couldn’t move or use her magic.

“Sorry. I was unable to fully restore you.” Alowishus apologized, almost tenderly.

Ellara stepped back involuntarily. She couldn’t believe Alowishus had actually done it. To bring someone so long dead back to life. It was truly extraordinary. Truly terrifying.

Shadow pleaded with the man before her. “Everard--

Alowishus cut her off. “I am no longer the man you knew, Shadow. My name is Alowishus Spade.”

“I don’t care what life you live. Or what name you use for it. You are Death.” Shadow spat.

“That I am.” Alowishus agreed. “I wish I had been around to warn you not to go on that mission. Dying down there couldn’t have been easy. But you saw to it that I was out of the picture; and as they say, it all worked out in the end, at least for me.”

“Please, Everard. Don’t do this. If you do this you will never come back from it. There will be no help for you.” Shadow told.

“I don’t need help. I need your heart. The essence of your power.” Alowishus said.

Shadow looked to those behind him. “Don’t let him do this! He’ll be unstoppable. He’ll see the world destroyed and all of existence with it.”

Alowishus’ eyes turned an iridescent black. “They won’t stop me. They couldn’t if they tried. But you are right, Shadow. And so was I.” His eyes returned to normal, expression softening for a fraction of a second. “You were nearly magnificent.” He said, recalling Yami and Teris on the morning of the Summer Solstice. “And once I devour you heart, there will be no stopping me. With your heart, I will be able to face the Ray of Annihilation with no fear. Poetic really. That the light magic user of the previous age would help me destroy this ages light magic user. Chaos has a way of bending Destiny to his will. Does he not?”

He thrust out an arm, hand piercing Shadow’s stomach to reach up under her ribs.

“I feel it.” Alowishus smiled. “Your essence. Your power. To think I once thought you beautiful and extraordinary. You are nothing, Shadow. Weak compared to Teris Nova. She is magnificent. The wheedler of Light itself. The perfect opposite of Darkness. She is fearsome and great. But with this.” He pulled his hand back holding Shadow’s heart which glowed brightly with a warm golden light. “With this I will be the Ray of Annihilation’s end and see the Lord of Destruction tear this paltry existence apart.”

Alowishus squeezed the heart.

Shadow screamed, her eyes glowing gold. Her heart, her mana, her very essence condensed in Alowishus' hand.

“Goodbye, my dear.” Alowishus whispered. His hand snapped shut.

Shadow’s phantom vanished.

The glow in Alowishus’ hand dimmed by half and spread throughout his body.

Alowishus gritted his teeth. He threw his head back in pain. His arms shot out wide and straight, body spamming violently. He was Death. He and Chaos had fathered the Darkness. He was the enemy and opposite of Life. And he had just taken in a fraction of the power of Life and Chaos’ own child. Light.

Alowishus collapsed to his hands and knees. Looking down at his hands he saw the once decaying flesh return to it’s previous state, taking on a healthy color the appendages had never had for as long as he’d worn them. He pulled up his sleeves where the scars from countless replacements were no longer heal-able. Those scars now faded and vanished.

“I did it.” Alowishus breathed, hardly able to believe it himself. He got to his feet and roared up at the sky. “I did it!”

If only his father and grandfather had been here to see. If only the skull he tormented, that tormented him in turn was active and awake for more than the three nights surrounding the new moon.

Ellara rushed to Alowishus and was caught up in his arms. Alowishus hugged her before setting her down and making his way to the rest of his followers and Bronn.

Bronn sneered at Ellara. “I see why you’re betraying Jorah and the Clover Kingdom. You’re more than a follower. Your part of his harem.” He glanced at Alowishus’. “You know she and one of my men constantly fuc--” Bronn choked, a mass of thorns swelling inside his throat.

“There’s no need to be crude, Vice Captain. You’re death will go that much easier for you if you don’t aggravate.” Alowishus said, ceasing the plant magic he could tap into through a replaced right foot.

Bronn spit out bloody thorns. His raw, cut throat and mouth turning his graveled voice hoarse. “You gonna pull out my heart too?”

“Of course not. But I will take your hands for Misandre.” Alowishus turned to Ellara. “You never said the Black Bulls Vice Captain had such ability and power. I would’ve ordered him taken. Especially after Erskin’s death.”

“I... was unaware.” Ellara said.

Bronn’s eyes narrowed. Ellara may not have known that he could hitch a ride with another Spatial Mage. But after years of mission reports, she had known he was a powerful and highly capable Spatial Mage. He was certainly better than the Spatial Mage they had towing them around.

“You knew.” Bronn said. “Mana level and magically ability was the only thing my no good father gave to me.”

Ellara turned on him. “You dare lie in your last hour of life? The only thing I knew you were good for was getting drunk and causing trouble.”

“Enough, wife.” Alowishus ordered.

“Wife?” Bronn echoed.

“The Vice Captain's perchance for falsehood is well known. There’s no reason that you wouldn’t have informed us of his ability when you knew Misandre could have used the help.” Alowishus said.

Ellara settled.

Misandre lowered her head and looked away.

“You’re married to this creep?” Bronn asked Ellara in disbelief. He shook his head. “Well if that doesn’t explain a lot. You could’ve done so much better, lass. He could be your what? Father? Grandfather?”

“Countless times over.” Alowishus said, though his followers only knew the half of it.

“Really?” Bronn looked up at him, squinting in the low moonlight. “You don’t look it. I mean you look like crap. But to be several decades older... I suppose you look halfway decent then.”

Calen stepped forward offended on his Master's behalf.

Alowishus lifted a staying hand. “They’re only words from a man who knows he’s about to die.”

Bronn gritted his teeth. The crazy bastard was right in that. He was dead no matter what he did. Was dead the moment he had hitched a ride and arrived here. He had been in enough fights to know when one was decided before it begun. Fighting would get him nothing but a messy, drawn out death. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t fear death. But he was more concerned with bravely meeting his end.

Bronn sighed, roughly rubbing a hand over his face. “So this night really wasn’t about those two troublemakers, was it?”

Alowishus didn’t see a reason not to explain. Not when the Vice Captain couldn’t escape. Leaving a dead mans questions unanswered seemed heartless. And while his long life may have made him cruel, he wasn’t heartless.

“While any Winter Solstice will see Yami Sukehiro at his most connected to the force within him. A regular ritual of Darkness would not achieve our end goal of awakening Chaos. No. This night really wasn’t about Yami and Teris. The ritual that will see Darkness descend will be something as unique and extraordinary as Yami himself. Good attempt at keeping them safe though. I’m surprised they allowed themselves to be separated.” Alowishus taunted.

Bronn’s lip curled, remembering the fuss Yami and Teris had made. “They weren’t given a choice.”

His eyes skimmed the dry, dead earth and fallen trees. He wished he could warn Jax just how out of their depth they were. That despite all their care, Alowishus and his Agents of Chaos knew where Yami and Teris had been hidden. That their foe was so much more powerful than they could imagine. He wished he could grab and squeeze Yami’s neck one last time. Or better, fight him. He wished he could tell the Lord of Destruction to give those royals a right good lesson when he fought to free Black Sheep from her family. He wished he could be there when Yami and Teris invariably caused trouble as Vice Captain’s and tell Jax ‘I told you so’. But Bronn’s greatest wish was that he could hold Gilly one last time. That he could tell her how sorry he was he had broken his promise and wouldn’t be back to marry her.

“You seem like a nice man, Vice Captain.” Alowishus said.

“I’m not.” Bronn huffed. “Ask anyone. I’m a right old bastard.”

“Then I suppose you won’t tell us all that your Commander Greywright, Captain Jax, and Teris’ brother know and suspect.” Alowishus said.

“That’d be right.” Bronn said.

“It’s no matter. Ellara.” Alowishus commanded.

Ellara stepped in front of Bronn. Though her expression was haughty, her eyes held a sort of sadness. “Forgive me, Vice Captain. Forced memory access is hardly pleasant.”

“I think you’ll be the one finding it unpleasant, lass.” Bronn told.

Thinking he meant what she would find in his memories, Ellara’s eyes milked over. She screamed the instant her mind connected with his. The pain was like a hot poker being driven through her head into the center of her brain.

She staggered. Calen steadied her.

Bronn cried out, Alowishus magically compressing the earth that had swallowed the bottom half of his legs. The snapping of Bronn’s bones only slightly muffled by the compacted soil.

Holding her head, Ellara assured. “I’m alright.”

Alowishus allowed the ground to ease.

Bronn fell forward, arms holding him up. He forced a chuckle through the pain. “Warned you, didn’t I?”

“That was more than just a mind block.” Alowishus said.

“What? You think you’re the only one’s who can think of ways to hurt people? Me and my lot can get real creative when we have to.” Bronn told.

Alowishus sneered. “I should have figured.”

“Guess you’re not as smart and informed as you think you are.” Bronn sassed.

Ignoring the taunt, Alowishus turned to Ellara. “Are you alright?”

Ellara nodded. Though no longer hot, it still felt like a poker was lodged in her head.

“Misandre. See my wife home and bring Liva back before she does something out of Ellara’s character that might make someone question.” Alowishus ordered.

“What are you going to do?” Ellara asked, fighting a glanced at Bronn.

“Calen and I will make the Vice Captain's death as painful as possible, then take his hands and leave the rest for his people to find.” Alowishus looked down at Bronn with a sympathy that was ruined by a small smirk. “I’m sorry to say, you’ll be missing your wedding, Vice Captain.”

83.4

Yami stepped among an inky blackness that had no up or down, no beginning or end. He would’ve thought such a space would make him disoriented. Dizzy even. But he felt none of those things. After all this space was his and him at once.

He surveyed the expanse waiting for crazy, happy, killer voice to start going on about how Light could not survive without the Darkness. But it never happened. Instead he saw that all was not right within his space. There was a faint, flickering light far off in the void. He wanted to get closer to see what it was, and suddenly he was.

Yami found himself standing behind his grandmother. “Obāchan?”

The old woman turned to him. “It is time, Sukehiro.”

“Time for what?”

“I used what was left of my magic to save you when you were a babe. But there is magic in death. And I am here to bestow that magic upon you.” His Grandmother told.

Yami shook his head. “No. I won’t accept it.”

“It will serve me nothing, Sukehiro. I will die either way.”

“Why?” Yami asked.

“I am an old woman.” She said, keeping to herself just how old she was.

“Why give it to me?”

“You know why. You face a great foe.”

“What do you know of Alowishus Spade?” Yami asked.

“Nothing more than you do. But I know of his power. It is Death itself. The co-creator of your own power. Darkness. Why this very night he brought the dead to rise.”

“If he’s Death how can he do that?” Yami questioned.

“Similar to you, his power is heightened on the shortest day of the year. But be warned. His power is greatest on the night of the new moon.”

Yami shook his head again. “But they didn’t find us. Their plans--”

“I know nothing of their plans other than Chaos is slowly stirring and it is because of Death. He has somehow taken a piece of Lights essence--” “Teris...”

“Teris is fine. But now that Death has consumed a piece of Lights essence, she and the Light within her will not be able to stop him. The only hope this world has left is you.”

Yami laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Then the world is screwed. Sorry Obāchan, but I’m no hero.”

“Not even for Teris who you’re so fond of?”

“How do you--”

“I’m in your head, Sukehiro. I know what you know.”

“That’s a scary thought.” Yami quipped.

She felt her life slipping away. “We don’t have much time! Sukehiro. You won’t remember this. But you must tuck the knowledge away in your heart. You must believe the truth so you will have the power you need when the time comes. You do not have to lose yourself to the Darkness. Like Death now does, you will have your own essence of Light with you when it is time. Use it. That essence will be enough to keep you grounded. It will make you remember who you are, and what you exist for. It will bring you back from the Brink.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She took up his left hand and kiss his thumb. “You will. Never forget your chosen purpose. And never forget who you are. You carry the magic of three worlds within you. You are the seventh son of a seventh son of a seventh son. You are Darkness and the lover of Light.”

“I don’t want to forget! Don’t leave me!”

She stepped to him pulling him into an embrace. “You have a hard road ahead, but I know you will make it. You have done so well. I am so very proud of you, Sukehiro.”

With her last breath she pressed her lips to Yami’s forehead, channeling the magic of Death into him, and faded away.

I really hope you all enjoyed the end of what’s been my favorite arc of the fic to write thus far. If you did, please leave a comment. And THANK YOU to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They really mean a lot.

So who noticed my hints, and had doubts that this was Yami’s time? Did any of you pick-up on my death flags/warnings for Bronn? Any thoughts or theories on what’s to come? Questions are always welcomed.

Looking over stuff as I prepared to post the end of Book I, titled ‘Light’, I noticed the end of chapter3 was cut short. Why did no one tell me??! SORRY!!! It’s only a few lines, but it’s now fixed and complete over on ao3.

This fic will be taking a three week break. We’ll resume Tuesday posting on ***February 2*** and start Book II, titled ‘Dark’, off with a 3month time-skip and drama at the Star Awards Festival.

#yami sukehiro #julius novachrono #Black Clover #light in the darkness

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springecho · 4 years

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Emet-Selch x A!WoL, Once Upon a Dream.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream~"

When Emet-Selch heard the deeds of the one called "Warrior of light"; At first he was reluctant to believe that someone he once knew, someone who's every existence made his heart ache for a time long forgotten, was once again within his reach after a millennia of silence.

"I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam~"

The second he saw the famed warrior, stood before them, it was no doubt the one whom he had loved so long ago. He wanted so badly to reach across the room and kiss them with the firery passion they once held together, but the WoL eyes held something different besides that of his reincarnated lover. Nothing.

"And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem~"

He wished his warrior came alone, he deliberately stressed they came alone. He needed to know, in his own way, with his own treatment, that this WoL was not a disappointment. That he was right to entrust this harsh mission to his love. To the one he knew would overcome all odds.

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do~"

Those eyes behind the hero, no longer held nothing for the Ascian. He saw, the glimmer of familiarity. The realization of a time long forgot. All at once the light that came and washed over him. The light formed from the love of new found friends; for the world they barely knew and wished to save and one of the only threads from a world long forgot peirced his chest.

Though, as he waited for oblivion to come, for darkness to fill his consciousness. It never came. When he dared open his eyes, he saw a familiar and heart warming sight. His lover, HIS warrior looking down at him, a smile played on their face.

"Sorry I kept you waiting." Was the only words the warrior spoke before capturing him in a searing kiss. Memories flooded into the warriors mind. Of times spend with Emet, as kids, young adults, youthful nights filled with passion and days filled sharing hopes and dreams.

The warriors heart also ached at how such passion, romance and love could have been forgotten. Emet didn't care, his lover, his light, the only person would burn every world in existence down for, was once more in his arms.

"You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream~"

The room the WoL occupied in the Crystarium was filled with lovers gasps, cries and confessions of love. They spent most of the night and well into the day, re-tracing curves of the body, new and old. Learning what made each gasp in pure delight and shudder in pleasure.

To Emet-Selch, this was a dream come true. Holding, caressing and breathing in his lovers scent in away he almost believed lost forever. As they laid tangled in sheets, exhausted from their passions, the warrior began to hum a small tune while lazily running their fingers through Emets hair.

"May I ask what you are humming?" Emet asked without moving from his spot.

"A song I heard from a bard awhile ago. Said something about "Lovers Dream" or what not. It was a folk tale for children really."

"May I ask that you indulge me in the words." He smirked, knowing full well his warrior wasn't much for singing but to his surprise, without missing a beat, the WoL started to softly sing.

Emet began to slip into slumber while his lover serenaded him with a song he realized, was a tale of two lover from another world he once visited as he took interest in a woman who's mage skills were that of wonder, but that was a story for another time, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, happily embraced by his warrior.

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do,

You'll love me at once,

The way you did once upon a dream~"

@yumeaino

#ffxiv warrior of light #final fantasy xiv #emet selch #wol x emet selch

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carryonsimoncarryonbaz · 4 years

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4, 8, 11 for the writing asks?

Thank you so much for the ask!! These are such good questions, even though the second one was challenging to answer--my first thought was “My favorite dialogue? Do I write dialogue? Why can’t I think of any dialogue?”

also sorry this is so long

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

TOO MANY!!! I have so many WIPs and ideas jotted down. Sequels to current fics, epilogues to other fics. New ideas. I have about 10-12 pending ideas on my list, in various stages of completion. I will share that I have a Harry Potter slightly crack one in the works and a Regency AU pending.

For example, here’s a snippet of the running list on my phone:

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I’m going to post a few, if that’s ok, for different reasons.

First one is from my fic Can’t Find My Way Home. It was a tender moment of revealing a long standing love of Simon from Baz and it was supposed to be awkward and romantic and vulnerable and I was proud of how it came together with their back and forth.

Chapter 7-CFMWH, Simon POV:

“Alright, I know I was a complete wanker at school.”

I snort. “No argument there.”

Baz darts a sidelong look at me. “Yes, well.” He takes a deep breath and then exhales a rush of air without speaking. He frowns and glances at me again. “This is going to sound ridiculous.”

“Don’t care. Come on. Spill. For someone who’s in such a rush to get to the airport, you’re taking far too long giving a simple explanation now.” It’s exhilarating to see him so uncertain. I’m usually the one tripping over my words. I tug on his hand, reminding him that I’m holding it.

He pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand, closes his eyes and takes another breath. “Fine. Yes, I was a wanker, I’ll admit that.” His eyes stay closed. “I’m a bit of a prick in general, even Dev and Niall won’t argue that point, but I was quite a prick to you, Simon.” His chews on his bottom lip and I’m dazed at this side of Baz I’ve never seen before.

This reluctant, hesitant side of him.

It doesn’t last long.

“Oh, fuck it all.” His eyebrows come together and he turns to look at me, lips in a thin line and forehead creased. Alright. This is more like the Baz I know. It still makes me want to smile though. “There’s no good way to say this so I’ll just come out with it.”

His fingers squeeze mine painfully hard. “I’ve liked you for so long, Simon. Maybe even from the first day we met.” He shakes his head at what must be my no-doubt incredulous expression. “Let me just finish. I can’t believe I’m actually confessing to this. You asked for an explanation and I’m doing my best to give you one, painfully mortifying as it may be.”

His frown shifts to something softer, but more troubled and uncertain. “Simon, you were all I could think about. By fifth year, you were in my thoughts day and night, even when I was home for the holidays. I never wanted you to know. I’d no hope you’d like me that way.” His brow furrows again. “You were Simon Snow, the boy everyone liked, the gorgeous, straight boy all the girls swooned over. The Headmaster’s chosen one.” His eyes flick away from me. “I was the posh arsehole everyone disliked.”

I tug on his hand. “Baz, the girls swooned over you far more than they swooned over anyone else.” It was true. Even Agatha had a crush on Baz. That was one of the reasons I’d disliked him. How could I ever measure up to Baz? “Fuck, Baz. Even I thought you were fit.”

His eyebrows go straight up to his hairline and it’s my turn to blush. “What?”

I roll my eyes. “You heard me.”

Baz’s features settle into a look I know well, one eyebrow arched and he repeats my own words back to me. “I want to hear you say it again.” There’s a quirk to his lips now.

“Arsehole.”

“No argument on that.” He’s grinning now, the tosser. How did he turn things around like this? This was his confession, not mine. Bloody hell. He’s always managed to get me tripping over my own words. That’s not changed.

“I said I thought you were fit.” I mumble the words, face flaming now. “Still do, you fucking twat.”

“I’ve thought you were fit since I first figured out what that meant, Simon.” His smile becomes fond. “Still do.” Baz’s hand reaches up, fingers tracing my jawline. “I had such a hopeless crush on you, Simon Snow. I was so certain it was to be forever unrequited. I did everything I could to make you hate me, in the hopes of making myself hate you in return.” He leans closer. “I never managed to do that.” His lips crash into mine and it’s electric, the touch of him sending shivers through me, his fingertips leaving trails of heat along my face, my jaw, my neck.

I’m breathless by the time he pulls back.

“I suppose it’s never too late to apologize?” he asks.

“I’m due eight years of apologies, Baz.” My heart is pounding in my chest. “If that’s how you intend to apologize then I mean to make sure you account for every single day.”

This one is from my COMB fic Bad Case of Loving You, a medical Carry On AU. I’m proud of it because it’s funny and full of word play and it made me laugh out loud while I was typing it. This is a Baz POV.

“What the fuck are you doing in here, Snow?”

“You called me Simon before.” He’s obviously still half asleep, the numpty.

“I most certainly did not. What the bloody hell are you doing in my call room and what the fuck did you do with my bed? Why on earth does it look like some boy scout barracks in here?”

Simon rubs his hand over his face and then scrabbles at his hair. “Mage. Didn’t you get the email?”

“What email?”

Snow yawns before answering. I can’t take my eyes off the line of his neck as he does. “The one about the A&E call rooms.”

“Why would I read an email about the fucking A&E call rooms?”

He squints at me. “Because it came from the chief administrator?”

I snort. “Spare me, Snow. Mage’s emails are bombastic diatribes or buzzword gibberish. I’ll pass.”

“Well, if you’d read it you’d know he combined the A&E call rooms with the surgical ones. For efficiency. He’s using our old call room for some administrative office now.”

“Fuck his efficiencies. You’re in my fucking call room, Snow.”

He sits up now, eyes narrowed as he glares at me, chin jutting out. Fuck, I know this expression.

“It’s our fucking call room now, Baz.”

“I think the hell not.”

Snow shrugs and sinks back down on the bed. “Check your emails next time. Now kindly fuck off and let me go back to sleep. I’ve only got a few hours before I have to relieve Gareth.”

“You fuck off, Snow. Get out of my bed. You’re the intruder here. If anyone’s going to get the bottom bunk it’s me. You want to sleep, then you take the top bunk. Now move.”

“Oh come off it, Baz. I’m already here. You take the top.”

“Snow. I’m not going to say this again. Shove off.”

“I don’t want to be on top. Christ, Baz, I’m always on the bottom. Don’t make me be on top.”

“Since when are you on the bottom? I didn’t even know there were bunks until two minutes ago.”

“It’s been weeks. I always take the bottom. Don’t like being up on top.”

“Well, you can bloody well get used to it. Fuck it, Snow, I’m knackered and I don’t want to be arguing when I could be sleeping. Move!”

“I’d think you’d prefer being on top, you can sleep anywhere. I’ve seen you sleep in a fucking chair, for Christ’s sake. I’m more comfortable on the bottom.”

“So am I!” I can’t believe I’m having an argument about bunks with this moron. I glare at him and he glares right back.

“Snow.”

“Baz.”

“Honestly, I don’t care what you prefer, top or bottom. You’re in my fucking bed, in my fucking call room, so kindly fuck right off and let me get some rest. I’m on the bottom and that’s the end of it.”

Snow’s still glaring but his face is all flushed now and he’s not meeting my eyes anymore, his gaze directed somewhere behind me.

I’m weighing the option of dragging him out of the bed versus the ignominy of letting him win and taking the top bunk myself, when my face starts to heat up, as the echo of my words repeats itself in my brain.

Oh fucking hell. I’m know I’m blushing furiously. I hadn’t realized how suggestive that whole exchange was and now I can think of nothing else.

If Snow’s face is any indication he’s in the same predicament. I just want this to be over. I can’t look at him anymore, I’m so mortified.

“Fine. Be obstinate. I’m getting some sleep.” I find the ladder and climb up to the top bunk with as much dignity as I can muster.

“You left the light on, you prat.”

“Not my problem, Snow.”

“Wanker.” I hear him shuffle to his feet, grumbling his way to the light switch. He flips the switch with more aggression than necessary then stomps his way back to the lower bunk.

I can hear him toss and turn. He huffs and shifts again. “Would you kindly shut up, Snow? Go the fuck to sleep.”

“It’s too hot.”

“Christ, I am speaking to Mage about this as soon as he’s back in the office. This call room situation is unacceptable. I cannot be expected to share a space with someone like you.”

“I could say the same.” Snow’s growling now.

“I’m not the one whinging and rustling and being an inordinately loud mouth breather.”

“Fuck off.”

11. Is writing your passion of just a fun hobby?

It’s a bit of both really. I’ve been writing since I was a kid. My first attempt at fanfic (long before I even knew what fanfic was) was a Battlestar Galactica story that I wrote when I was 12. I dabbled in creative writing for a while but then really gave it up in college. I didn’t really discover online fan fiction until I had surgery on my ankle a few years ago. My daughter had friends writing Marvel fanfic at that time and she was reading their stuff so I thought I’d check it out, to see what that was all about. And then I fell down the rabbit hole of Tolkien fanfic and it became a very steady hobby. A hobby that brought back the passion I have and always have had for writing. I’ve written quite a lot of Tolkien fic. I then started writing Yuri on Ice fic a year or so later. I started writing Carry On fanfic in Aug 2018 and it’s been truly a passion for me to return to writing after so many years away from it. Would I love to write a book someday? Yes, I truly would. Do I have ideas for something like that? Yes, I do. Do I indulge in writing fanfic as both a fun hobby and an intensely passionate desire to write–I most certainly do!

#follower asks #fan fiction asks #writing asks #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #my writing #my fics

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