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capriccio-ffxiv · 1 year

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Is your character proud of how far they have come? What inspires them to keep going?

Illyria:

Once upon a time she really was. Illyria started out as, in her mind, not much of anybody—she had no talent for acting or dancing like her mother, nor for music or song like her brother, and she flunked out of Arcanist school and by extension proved she had no head for business (since said school also teaches finance). In her eyes, Ywain offering her a place in the Lancer's guild was solely out of pity (this wasn't the case; he genuinely saw potential in her, and figured what she really needed was *focus* more than anything).

Even through ARR and Heavensward, she had a lot of impostor syndrome. Why would the Eye of Nidhogg choose me, of all people? The only reason the Scions give a damn about me is the Echo.

Don't get me wrong—Illyria always appeared cheerful on the outside, quick with jokes and a smile. But all that masked deep insecurities.

(basically, she's your classic "I have severe ADHD and so I will make silly jokes to mask the fact that I think of myself as useless and lazy")

But, well, you can only escape the found family of the Scions for so long, and, over time, she came to realize that she did have valuable things to offer the world.

As of Endwalker, she was even given an honorary degree at the Studium, which was basically what she'd always wanted—to prove that she wasn't stupid.

Unfortunately, the combined Wow Ouch of the whole story also hit her at around the same time, which led to her current situation where she's asleep under Feo Ul's ministrations, and her Esteem, Voidsent, and Anima have kinda taken over "being" her for the moment.

Ryuu:

Extremely! Ryuu had a really bad habit of running away from her problems in her youth. She ran away from home because her Echo told her to find Kian (the WoL in her story); then she ran away from Kian for a LOT of complicated reasons, including "we're in our late teens / early 20s and he clearly has romantic feelings for me but while I like him a lot I think I'm a lesbian" "also he's in love with some weird idealized version of me, not the real me," who the hell is the real me anyway"; she met Ysayle sometime shortly before Kian started ARR and then ran away from her right before Heavensward due to an angry disagreement over the use of Primals... yeah. But she's since stopped running and thinks of that as a huge accomplishment. She's really glad she reconnected with Kian and through Kian met her now-wife Y'shtola (long story) and her close friend Lyse... She's SO glad to be part of the Scions now and is even planning to write a thesis on the peoples of Norvrandt. Currently she's at the end of SHB so we'll see how Endwalker goes!

#ask games #asks #ryuu tenshi #illyria capriccio

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talpup · 4 years

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Lost Song: 7

Summary: The war between the Dragons and Griffons ended 233 years ago, and both races right along with it.

Or so it was believed. There are three individuals that will soon change that.

Kai is the last of the Dragons and he seeks to take what he sees as his rightful place and rule over all of Oblvi. Meanwhile, Shouta, the last Sphinx, wants nothing more than to do his job; keep the peace and and teach the young Fourth’s to hopefully avoid the mistakes of their ancestors. And Teris, a Foundling who is just trying to understand and survive in this strange new world that is supposedly her own.

All three have their own wants and desires, but Kai’s plans, Teris’ existence, and Shouta's past mean that none of them may get what they want.

This fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, 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).

Sorry for the delay. Also sorry this chapter is shorter than planned. On top of not feeling all that smutty, I've been a bit focused on my Black Clover fic 'Light In the Darkness'. Hoping to slowly get back into writing this and my other BNHA fics.

7.1

Kai was furious. When he had asked Teris how her first patrol had gone she had answered with a simple ‘fine’. At first he had thought she was being playful, wanting him to press and pursue. The thought of her toying him to persuade the answer out of her had amused and pleased him for a time. But then she had said Shouta ordered her and Hizashi not to speak about their patrols. Adding fuel to the already angry fire was that his scale had somehow been lost. The fact that he didn’t know how and she wasn’t allowed to tell him made Kai’s blood.

At the sight of her distress, Kai had swallowed down his anger and told her he could give her another. Her response had enraged and worried him. Teris saying that as much as she had liked and appreciated him trying to look out for and protect her; but maybe it was best if he didn’t give her another one of his scales. It had been a slap in the face. But one given more by Aizawa and the Sphinx’s gag order than Teris herself.

Something had happened on that patrol. Kai was sure of it. Just as he was certain Aizawa had ordered his Ilca not to speak about their patrols in effort to draw closer to Teris, and try to create a divide between him and Teris with this sense of secrecy. Well Kai wasn’t having it.

He had learned that Aizawa was having an early morning meeting with Nedzu and made his way to the little Rat’s office to confront the Sphinx. Having Nedzu present would play in his favor. Even though Ilca leaders were allowed to make such gag orders; Teris being a Foundling created a unique circumstance. And Kai had just the argument to win his case and get his way.

Undeterred by the Director’s Assistant saying Nedzu was in a meeting and calling for him to stop, Kai entered the office.

In the mist of telling Shouta what he had done with the Red Cap, Nedzu fell silent and looked up. Shouta turned in his seat. Seeing Kai, and the expression the Dragon wore, the Sphinx stood.

Ignoring the immediate rise of tension in the room, Nedzu greeted. “Kai. What a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you. Was I?”

“No. Forgive the intrusion, but I need to speak with you about an order Aizawa gave his Ilca.” Kai said, mindful to be polite and not to appear like a possessive Beast by making this all about Teris.

“Of course. Shouta and I were just finishing up our meeting.” Nedzu gave his Assistant a nod.

Frowning at Kai the Assistant closed the door leaving the three alone.

“Tea?” Nedzu offered.

“No.” Kai answered, moving further into the office. His eyes darted from Aizawa to the Director, silently cursing. In his anger he was being rude. He had to control his temper and win the Director over just as he did with everyone else.

“Care to have a seat?” Nedzu asked.

“Thank you.” Kai politely accepted.

Shouta watched Kai, waiting until the Dragon sat before slowly retaking his seat.

“So what is this matter you wish to discuss?” Nedzu asked.

Shouta had a moment of worry. Had Teris told Chisaki about her patrol despite his order? No, Shouta thought. As unruly and abrasive as Teris could sometimes be she would obey him in this. Not to mention if she had disobeyed and Kai pieced together what she was, the Dragon wouldn’t be here confronting him and Nedzu. Teris would already be dead.

The thought made the heckles on the back of Shouta’s neck rise. He forced down a growl.

Sensing the Sphinx’s rise in tension Kai’s golden eyes slid over to Shouta. “I knew you were unhappy, thinking you were saddled with the Foundling’s. But as a teacher of the young ones I would have figured you would do your best to help your Ilca along. Instead you’re, holding them back. Endangering them. I suppose even I thought too highly of you.”

Shouta doubted there was anyone in Oblvi that Kai thought less of than him; but didn’t address that fact. Instead he challenged the more stinging insult. Not that he cared what Chisaki thought. “I do all in my power to protect both my students and Ilca.”

“Little as that power is, you are far from giving your all this time.” Kai remarked.

“What is this about?” Nedzu questioned.

“Aizawa has gone and ordered his Ilca not to speak about their patrols.” Kai informed.

“As is my right as Ilca leader.” Shouta told the Dragon.

Kai focused back on the Sphinx. “But this is a special case. Your Ilca are still learning. I’ve been instructed to teach Teris. Hearing about her patrols would further that endeavor. Your gag order is hindering that and endangering her.”

Shouta stared back without blinking. “I’ve done nothing but protect her. Your scale is what endangered Teris.”

“I gave Teris that to protect her.” Kai told.

The shining fierceness in Kai’s eyes told Shouta the Dragon meant what he said. So it had been more than a flaunting display of claim, but an attempt to protect by claim, Shouta thought. He huffed at the arrogance of it. “Then maybe Nedzu should find someone else to instruct Teris. Because you are either too unknowing or foolish to realize the deep seeded hate and pride those who sided with the dragons and griffons still hold. That in giving Teris a dragon scale to wear was akin to putting a target on her chest.”

Kai’s eyes flashed and narrowed. If the Director hadn’t been there he would have killed Aizawa for daring to call him an unknowing fool. With his scale around her neck, any past or present followers of the dragons wouldn’t dare touch Teris. The same went for any who had sided with or were still loyal to the dead species of griffons. Though his work to reclaim ruling control was done in secret, there was no one in the surrounding area that would chance his wrath by attacking his claim.

Nedzu cleared his throat. “I must agree that a dragon scale is a rather contentious item for someone who is not a dragon to have and wear.”

Validated, Shouta added before he could stop himself. “The other gifts must stop too.”

Nedzu brightened at that. “Other gifts?”

Kai’s lip twitched. “You might be able to order her not to speak of her patrols, Aizawa. But you have no say in my dealings with her.”

“You’re suppose to be instructing her. Yet you’re giving her rare, priceless items; having her believe they’re something you just happened to have laying around.” Shouta rumbled.

Kai smirked at the Sphinx. “Well they were something I just had laying around. Not all of us live like bedraggled cats in squalor.”

Shouta’s chin ducked into his capture weapon. His piece hiding his snarl. “I know what you’re doing.”

Kai spread his hands. “I’m an open book with nothing to hide. What about you, Aizawa? What do have to hide that you felt the need to give your Ilca a gag order? Knowing what Teris has dealt with while on patrol would help focus and further my instruction of her. It would protect and see her better prepared. Unless you want her to fail.”

“No one wishes to see anyone fail.” Nedzu spoke up. Eyes on Kai, he told. “I’ve read the report and agree with Shouta's gag order. Helpful as it may be to your teaching of Teris, and Oboro’s of Hizashi's. There are times and cases where silence is necessary. No doubt you have come across such cases on your own patrols. That said, I have faith that you’re capable of seeing Teris well prepared without hearing about her patrols. Both you and Oboro have done fine jobs thus far.”

Kai’s gaze drifted from Shouta's to Nedzu’s. So the Rat was for this, he thought. Fine. He would do it the hard way and order Hari to send followers out to learn what Shouta was keeping secret.

Kai inclined his head. “Director. Sorry to have disturbed you.”

Nedzu forgave with a smile. “It’s quite alright. In fact it’s good to know you care so deeply about Teris to be this passionate. Keep up the good work.”

7.2

With members of the Council expected tomorrow, all of Traverseen Hall was on edge. Kai’s Ilca even more so since Ryuu, the Tengu that had found Kai’s egg and raise him, would be one of the three Council members arriving. Despite the already stressful situation, Kai had given his Ilca further orders.

Meeting adjourned, Kai watched his Ilca file out of his office. Unsurprisingly Hari stayed behind. The Arepyiai was his right hand and most loyal follower. Other than Kai himself, no one was more keen to see him reclaim the Dragon throne and rule. It was that long held unwavering loyalty and submission to his cause that Kai occasionally allowed Hari a bit more leeway than most.

“Sir.” Hari tendered.

“I know what you’re going to say.” Kai said, lacing his fingers on his desk.

Hari didn’t say anything. Kai was watchful and clever. He and the Dragon had known each other for so long that it wasn’t a surprise Kai knew what he was thinking. So why had he stayed behind to speak up when Kai surely knew of his concerns? His complete loyalty usually had him obeying Kai without question. But with members of the Council arriving. It put Kai at risk. Hari’s need to protect his Leader. Even at the cost of displeasing Kai. Even at the cost of Hari’s own life. It out weighed everything else and had Hari staying behind.

“You know what giving her a scale of mine means.” Kai went on.

It was something Kai hadn’t intended to tell his Ilca. But had been forced to if he were to discover what had happened to the gift. He wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. It was simply none of their business what he did with or gave to Teris. The fact that he had been forced to reveal the gift and its curios absence to his Ilca, furthered his already sour mood.

Hari inclined his head. “And we will work diligently to figure out exactly what happened on that patrol. But to look into immediately? When members of the Council are arriving. When Ryuu is coming. Would it not be best to hold off until after they left? Ryuu and the other Council Elders will only be here for a few days. For the sake for your cause and safety--”

“And what of Teris’ safety?” Kai questioned with dangerous calmness.

Hari fell silent.

“She’s to be my mate.” Kai told. “Something happened on that patrol. Something Aizawa’s keeping secret. I had thought this some weak attempt by the Sphinx to challenge me and my claim. But Nedzu agreed with the order. It’s something more. I want to know what.”

Hari stepped forward. Concern for his leader made him give one last attempt despite every instinct to obey the Dragon. “And we will discover what happened. But for your sake, can we not hold off a few days while the Council Elders are here? You’ve already ordered Nemoto to have someone follow her. Nothing else will escape your notice no matter Aizawa’s gag order.”

Any goodwill Kai had for Hari broke. He eyes slitted, showing a hint of his true form. “The order stands. I suggest you don’t say another word unless you want to be seen as challenging me.”

Hari gave a low bow and backed out of the office.

Door closed, Kai blinked, eyes returning to round. Hari might’ve been right to worry. But Teris was to be his mate. Anything that happened to her may as well have been done to him. If this had been something directly against him, Hari wouldn’t have questioned it no matter Ryuu and the other two Council Elders arrival. The Arepyiai and others had to understand that as his eventual mate, Teris was to be respected and protected as if she were him. He would stand for nothing less.

Kai got to his feet and stepped away from his desk. Moving to a large window, he looked out at the forest beyond. After a light lunch with Teris, he had instructed her to read up on how Beasts tracked their prey. The meeting with his Ilca while she had studied out on the lawn hadn’t calmed his agitated state. If anything, it had heightened it.

Kai needed to let loose. To run and fly. He needed to hunt. And what better thing to hunt than the pretty prey he was courting and wanted to claim?

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a special thank you to those who have left comments and/or reblogged. They really mean a lot.

Special thank you to @inorganicone2230 who knows of my love for the mythic and encouraged me to start this fic without stressing about the other two I’ve got going. Your friendship means the world to me.

#bnha #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #yandere #fanfic #lost song

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reds-self-ships · 4 years

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“Kanpai!” - A Red Dragon (Ryuunosuke Naruhodou/Redford Ninate) fanfiction.

RATED: Teen and Up

TAGS: (excessive) alcohol consumption, drunken kissing, drunken flirting, drunken behaviour, vomiting (mention).

Based on the prompt “3. a drunk/sloppy kiss” on this list.

We had decided to go out for a drink that night, me and Ryuunosuke. The case that had been rather tremendously fought in court that day had been especially difficult for everyone involved.

The fact that the prosecutor for this particular case was as tenacious as a bulldog and the jury were, in my opinion, possibly the most brain-dead selection of citizens from across London probably did nothing to help matter much.

And so the two of us decided to go get a drink in a pub not far from Trafalgar Square in celebration, as recommended by the great detective Sherlock Holmes himself; Seeing as I’m not much of a drinker at all and Ryuu wasn’t exactly versed in the traditions of an English pub or in drinking alcohol besides the occasional cup of saké.

It was easy to see why the detective had recommended that particular pub to us. The entire thing was almost decorated from floor to ceiling with memorabilia and reproductions from many of the detective’s famous cases, with a closed off section of the upper-floor even decorated to be a miniature replica of 221B in almost every precise detail.

Including a wax bust of Holmes with a small bullet hole running from the top of his forehead to the back of his skull from one of his slightly more dangerous of cases.

I don’t hold down drinks especially well, so I kept to soda and lime for the majority of the evening, breaking only once to try a sample of a new drink from America known as “Cola,” which I thought was rather pleasant.

Ryuu, however, seemed to be on a mission to try every drink in the place to the point where he may well have been trying to drink to forget that he had ever been born in the first place.

First up was beer, which he compared to the taste of when Holmes is left in charge of the toast and almost always burns it. He’s definitely not wrong in either regard.

Then there was cider, which immediately conjured the image of him in dungarees and a straw hat saying “Ooh arr!” Although I’m not sure whether that was indeed by my own line of thought or the cocktail of alcohol fumes and tobacco smoke that may have warranted the Met Office issuing a fog warning for this pub specifically. Or really what it was supposed to mean.

Otherwise, he found it enjoyable.

Then there was wine. I had to stop him from ordering the most expensive bottle they served on accident because to pay off the total price would be impossible, lest the two of us get jobs working in the government for the rest of eternity or we decided to team up and rob the Bank of England.

He chose an average enough bottle of red in the end. He smiled when he took the first sniff and grimaced when he took the first sip.

“Yeuch!” he cried. “It’s like drinking vinegar! Is it out of date?”

“Certainly doesn’t look or smell it, but I’m not a wine expert so I wouldn’t know for sure,” I said.

“It smells fine, but tastes horrible. It’s very deceptive, like false advertising. I don’t know why Lord van Zieks makes such a fuss over this stuff at all.”

By now, the drink was well and truly beginning to set in, and some of his words were beginning to slur together. And the words that weren’t getting slurred together were the ones that he was forgetting how to say in English and ended up saying the Japanese equivalent. Or the closest to what he wanted to say.

“This…this…what’s the English again…isu isn��t very, very comfy.”

“Isu?”

“Koto! The…thingy. You sit on it.”

“Chair?”

“No, you drink Cha.”

The next thing he wanted to try was Russian vodka, even though I had to start acting as interpreter as his English pronunciation began to worsen. The barman didn’t seem to understand what “bodukin” or “u-okka” was supposed to be.

Nor could he figure out why Ryuu was calling him “Ojichan.” But that one was probably for the best for everyone involved.

I can barely remember what the name on the vodka bottle was. It had some funny Russian name that the pair of us attempted to pronounce, but ended up doing so with very little success. Ryuu still drank it, even though he did complain that it tasted like something he had to use when it was his turn to clean the bath. At this point, he was beginning to struggle to keep upright in the chair, and his cheeks were redder than my namesake.

“Hey, hey,” he said to me. “You look,” he hiccupped, “you look pretty good-lookin’. I think, that shirt is…sozai no kareshi…when you fell from heaven…”

“You do remember we’re literally boyfriends, right?”

“Are we? That’s, that’s great.” He raised a drink and with a cheer of Kanpai! ended up downing the whole thing in almost one gulp.

It was when he pulled the magic trick of making it reappear before our very eyes into the replica of Holmes’s gramophone that we knew we had definitely outstayed our welcome. I paid our tab, collected Ryuu, who was now lying in a heap on the floor and started to drag him back home to Baker Street.

“I have a pen! I have a pen…” slurred Ryuu, who now had to lean on me and use me almost like a crutch to even be able to stand.

“Yes, you do have a pen. At home. We have many pens. And we know you can speak English.”

I hadn’t a clue what he was saying, but thought it best to agree until I could get him home in one piece.

Time had definitely slipped away from us, so it was very much dark and well after midnight when we were leaving. As it turns out, trying to navigate your drunken boyfriend home at night time is much easier to say than it is to actually do.

I had to stop him several times from wandering into a number of late-night bakeries on his own accord in pursuit of cakes or sweets. And there were several cases where he very nearly tripped over dustbins that had been left out for collection the next morning. If I had to describe it, I’d say it was rather like trying to spin seventeen plates at once. Whilst trying to navigate a drunken man through a maze. And the maze was rather on fire.

Unsurprisingly, everyone in 221B had decided to go to sleep, and I managed to get my key to the front door back from Ryuu after he rather unsuccessfully tried to play “keep away.” Probably helped by the fact that he tripped over his own two feet and landed face-down in front of me.

“Looks like,” he hiccupped, “I’ve fallen for you.”

I could feel myself blushing around about the same sort of shade as he was. Only difference was that if you lit a match in the vicinity of me, I wouldn’t go up like a Christmas pudding drenched in brandy.

“Just get in. You’re due a very cold bath in the morning.”

I helped him up the stairs, supporting his back before he ended up stumbling backwards and going through the landing window.

We managed to get into his room when he immediately began to strip off, quickly attempting to unbutton his jacket, often missing the buttons and requiring some assistance.

“Oh yeah, it is so, so hot in here!” he said, pulling off his half unbuttoned jacket and pulling his shirt up underneath at the same time. “It’s so warm in here. I need to get my shirt off.”

Ryuu undid his top trouser button and pulled his shirt off, leaving his upper-body now completely bare. His wrist-guard, as it turns out, came off with a little bit of effort. He always did wear it rather loosely and wore it all the time, so it was no wonder that he was able to take it off even when he was somewhat out of his skull at the moment.

And meanwhile even though I hadn’t really had any alcohol that evening, I found myself entirely unable to form any complete sentences and or stand properly in the light of the gas lamp.

“Come on, give us a kiss, come oooonnnnn...!” he said, in *Japanese.

“Er, no thank you. Come on, you need to get to bed. You’ll need it if you want rid of the hangover you’re going to have in the morning.”

Almost immediately, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Thankfully the smell of vomit from earlier had passed (helped by making him take a good drink of water) and now I was able to feel the warmth of his half-naked body pressed against me and his lips pressed against mine. Accompanied by the smell of several alcoholic beverages mixed into one.

He pushed forward gently to sit me down on the bed, straddling me as he moved to kiss me again and again.

Nope. That’s the cheek. That’s the other one. OK there—nope. Try again. That’s my nose. Ear. Eye. Nose again. Upper lip. Chin. Lips, hallelujah! Jesus, take me now!

At that point, I fell backwards and he fell forwards, almost immediately falling asleep, with both arms wrapped around me and warm alcohol-infused breath wafting backwards and forwards with each snore that was almost directly into my ear.

That memory (one that was never replicated due to the hangover suffered the following morning combined with Holmes’s early-morning violin practice and a particularly loud lecture on Susato’s part about the responsible and safe consumption of alcohol and why I didn’t stop him) is one that I would almost always drink to in a heartbeat.

So even though I did wake up slightly covered in drool and smelling of second-hand alcohol, I’d definitely say “Kanpai!” to that.

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*AUTHOR NOTE: The author would like to give thanks to Susato Mikotoba for translating what was said based on my poor memory and worse pronunciation of what was said.

#OTP: Red Dragon #ryuunosuke naruhodou #self ship #fic #story #fanfiction #self ship community #self insert community #self ship positivity #self insert positivity #f/o #fictoromantic

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