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warmau · 4 years

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kick it!au x nct 127

more like punk!au 127, but it’s inspired by the n version of the album!

taeyong

only heir to one of seoul’s biggest tech businesses, but no matter how much his parents try to get him to act like one

he really could give a rats ass about it

sometimes his parents think he’s doing it on purpose - the over the top outfits and the heavy music

the skipping out on important meetings, the hanging out with people who don't even imagine what kind of tax bracket his parents are in

but taeyong just cant bring himself to want to give his whole life away

to slaving over some company in some high office in a building so far off from the wonders life has to offer

he’d rather run around and experience what he can while he’s young and his body can handle it

so for a while, he just runs away - it sets of a massive panic throughout the city of seoul as his parents send out search teams and private investigators

and the police are put on the case

you watch the news and sigh, spotting taeyong spread out like a comfortable cat on your couch

“you know sooner or later they’re going to find out you’re here.”

“no they won’t. you were an intern in our legal department - you never even officially met me.”

he answers, playing with the threads off of his holed up tshirt before sitting up

“hey - if you really don't want to be involved in this, just run away with me to London like i offered.”

you take a bite of toast

“won’t that just get me more involved - we’ll both become fugitives. well i will, you’ll probably be saved by your parents money.”

taeyong’s eyes darken and his beautiful features fall sullen

you hear him hit the back the pillow with a soft thud

“i wish i wasn't living my life on the back of my parents - it’d make everything so much easier.”

you get up, leaning over the couch to look down at him

you met him when you’d gotten fired from your internship actually

why? because you threw hot coffee on some creep manager trying to feel you up and taeyong, who’d been passing by the floor, had watched mesmerized as you’d yelled at him for even thinking of touching you

it was the most badass thing he’d ever seen and when you were dragged away and tossed out of the building

he’d run up to you and offered to help you out

you thought he was saying he’d get you your job back - which you didn’t want because you didn’t want to work with creeps

but taeyong had actually meant getting you a favor at another company

even if he was a punk kid with no interest in business, he was still pretty charismatic with the other kids his age with parents in high places

he was the reason you had a comfortable life now - so when he shoed up on your doorstep you couldnt say no

now you’re looking at him and he’s looking up at you - the lost look in his eyes makes you so sad

“i cant run away with you anywhere, but you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”

his lips turn up in a smile but before you can pull back he leans forward and you feel the softness of his mouth brush yours

you freeze with your hands digging into the couch and taeyong puts out his own palm on your cheek

“what if i wanna stay here with you forever?”

his tongue runs along the outline of your bottom lip and you feel the strength in your arms sort of fade

“are you doing this just to piss off your par-”

you start when you pull back, but he shakes his head and taeyong is not good at lying

“no. im doing all of this because i do want to be with you.”

jaehyun & johnny

guitarist and drummer of their garage punk band that they started in highschool together

to be honest, johnny had suggested it as a way to get themselves more popular - and jaehyun had thought it’d be a fun way to pass the long summer days

but now they’re actually pretty well known in the underground scene

and have went on to play booked shows in packed bars and events

they even have self designed merch which is kinda,,,well,,,,their fans love them anyway lol

you’re actually a server at one of the bars they play pretty frequently, and even though most of the crowd is pushed up on the stage when they play

there are some stragglers or bored significant others who occupy the tables in the back and who you have to deal with

they usually complain to you about the loud, thrashing music - but you have to say - you kind of dig the duo’s chaotic energy

plus jaehyun always looks handsome in leather black jeans and hair slicked back, while johnny looks just as enticing with disheveled brown long bangs and a right sleeve full of tattoos

you think some of the people in the crowd don’t even fancy the music that much either - the two musicians are pretty much a sight to enjoy on their own

you actually favor,

jaehyun - the guitarist and the main singer who always looks cold and put together

you sometimes akin him to more of like a businessman than a punk musician

but he really does have a lovely voice when he isn’t screaming into a mic

also - he tips better than most people - when he comes back to the bar to get a drink after the show

fans usually follow behind him like ants on honey

but he always makes it a point to get a few minutes before them so he can chat with you

his questions are usually about how you like the songs, you have the sneaking suspicion he’s the one who writes them

and you always enjoy the moments before his hoard attacks him

one evening you collect his bill and are surprised at the large tip again - but also at his number scrawled at the bottom and a question

thinking of writing my first love song, i think you can really help with that.....if you’d want to.

johnny - the drummer and the wilder part of the two

he’s got tattoos and is always jumping around and throwing drumsticks into the crowd

he looks like a mess when he’s up there, feeling the music and going insane with the fans cheers

but when he gets off stage he has those long sweaty bangs in his face

and usually is missing a part of his shirt that either tore or was torn off

he always finds you after, when you run back to the kitchen which is beside the back of the stage

usually for more snacks for the bar - and he always coaxes something free out of you

you like his one-liners and genuinely happy smile so you dont mind

and sometimes he tells you about a new tattoo or a new city he’s going to get or visit

one evening he stops you when all you’ve got is a wine bottle in hand and asks if you have a second

you agree and follow him into a part behind stacked speakers and almost drop the wine when he pulls his shirt up by his teeth

through muffling you understand him saying “look, i got my first hip tat!”

you see the tiger that’s disappearing down below his belt

“how big is the whole thing?!”

you ask and he winks, letting his shirt fall back down

“well if you want to see the whole thing - why don’t i wait for outback later?”

you agree - only to think about it ten minutes later and be like

taeil

employee at the local vintage records shop

the owner pretty much entrusts all of the store to taeil, whose music taste is highly respected in the community and is also very very,,,,,,,very specific

but unlike most people who love to come in here and argue about what genre or band or artist is the best

he just likes to,,,,,,,,vibe

which is why people feel either comfortable around him - because he’ll listen to them rant with a smile as he checks them out

or kinda weirded out because like - does he ever raise his voice above a softhearted whisper?!?!

pretty cute with his blonde mullet and pretty silver earrings - a loved flannel over his shoulders

because of taeil’s work and the general popularity of vintage records as an aesthetic, the shop gets a little more busy

and so the owner hires you - who unlike taeil who favors ska-punk and beach vibes

you are a strictly heavy metal person

the grimier - the better

and when you start working your job, you cannot handle taeil’s playlist

and you can’t handle his laidback attitude to match

so you always have something to say - half because you mean it but also half because you want some reaction from taeil

but taeil never does, if you spend half an hour shittalking the album he picks he just kind of shrugs it off

if you put on some swedish death tunes - he just lets you play the music without a comment

you guys look kind of funny next to each other because he’s just punky dad chic and your wardrobe is bleak and black

people can tell where your favorite sections are and they are on opposite sides of the store

one afternoon, you’re begging the store owner to buy copies of this obscure band most people dont care about but who you LOVE for the store

he keeps saying no because he’s pretty sure no one will buy it

when taeil strolls in for his shift

the boss turns and asks taeil for his opinion and you give up completely because

there’s no way he’s gonna ask the boss to order a heavy metal record-

“yes, let’s order it. i trust their taste.”

taeil smiles your way before turning the corner

the boss sighs and pats your shoulder, promising he’ll put it on the list for the next order

you just stand there, before breaking from your shock to find taeil

you do - he’s unpackaging new goods - and gives you a soft, happy smile when you call out his name

“why’d you stand up for me back there? you hate my music.”

“i never said i hated it.”

you scrunch up your nose

“so you’re a heavy metal fan now?”

“no, but you are and if you like it then it’s good right?”

you don’t understand, confused you say again - “but you hate it-”

he puts down the record in his hand and turns toward you

he tilts his head and goes,

“but i don't hate you, in fact i like you quite a lot so im willing to put up- i mean listen to the music you like because i know it makes you happy.”

the words swirl around in your head and you feel something warm flood into your veins

“you ,,,, like me a lot?”

“yes, i thought it was obvious how shy i was around you.”

you try not to laugh in disbelief, because you’re pretty sure he’s never even changed his facial expression since you started here

but whatever - you kinda like that (a lot) about him too

yuta

your local back alley tattooer and piercer

not actual back alley, more like in his apartment, but still - does he have a license for this? who knows

he loves doing colorful, crazy pieces - usually with a magical element or a pinup style

and if you give him a big project, he goes absolutely nuts on it

he himself has tattoos up the back of his neck and all the way down to his ankles

he has almost thirteen piercings' in one ear, with his infamous tongue piercing, bellybutton, and two studs above his hipbones

pain doesn’t exist for him - and neither do boundaries when it comes to art or fashion

he’s almost always photographed or stopped when he goes outside

long hair up in a bun, he pulls out one of the sticks holding it and is like “it’s also a pocket knife if i click here-”

thick collar, long skirts or ripped up sweaters

he’s a very fun person to both work with or just be around LOL

you don’t really think that though - actually you’re super nervous when you see him

your friend though, the one who insisted on coming to yuta for their nose piercing, is hyped

she’s buzzing around him - getting excited and also flirting

but for someone reason ,,, he keeps looking over her shoulder at you

“well, let me get the needle ready-”

he starts and you ask if it’s been sterilized

he laughs in response and your friend shushes you

but something feels all weird about this

you lean in to her as yuta gets his instruments ready

“do you really want this? why don’t you just get another ear-”

“don’t worry! it’ll be fine!”

you hear a voice chime in behind you both, “exactly - it’ll be peachy.”

you bite your lip as you watch yuta approach but just as you want to make sure again

your friend sees the needle and

passes out

you catch her - eyes wide and scared

“wh-oh my god! we need a doctor!”

Yuta sighs, rolling his eyes and putting the needle back down

he takes your friend from your arms and lays her down on the couch nearby

“no we don't. ill get some ice.”

“she’s passed out! what do you mean we don’t - we need to call-”

“it happens all the time.”

he disappears and then shuffles back in with an icyhot, he drops it in your hand and you stare at him

he pulls up a chair and sits down in it, “she’ll be back up in a couple minutes. we just have to wait.”

you’re skeptical - now more than ever - but you place the ice on her forehead and sit back up

“sooo, are you also looking to get a piercing?”

he suddenly inquires, leaning his elbows on his knees and giving you a look that makes you feel like you’re being seared under a lamp

“w-what, no. she just asked me to come along for support.”

“you’d look good with a nose piercing, or maybe a lip piercing, or the shy types always get something crazy like-”

his eyes drop down a little lower and you huff, fighting off a weird buzz in your chest

“no! i don't want any, and i don't want to be convinced either thank you.”

he shrugs and sits back

“you sure? not even i offer to do it for free?”

you roll your eyes, “does free mean free or is there a clause missing?”

“free means you pay nothing, but maybe you’ll consider getting coffee with me.”

this catches you off guard - you nearly lose grip on the icyhot on your friends forehead when you turn to him

“s-sorry, are you flirting with me while my friends passed out on your couch?!!??”

yuta grins

“yeah, i am. isn’t that normal?”

doyoung

politically outspoken activist, nazi stomper, no bullshit from anyone graduate student

doesn’t look punk on the outside but put on his headphones and it’s straight up songs about anarchy only

won’t tell anyone where the secret little tattoo he got is, but people place bets on where and what they think it is

jaehyun thinks it has to be like a quote from chomsky but taeil thinks it might be something sappy and sentimental like a flower for his mom

it’s actually just a cool looking sword on the side of his ribs that he got half because he wanted to prove he could take the pain LOL

he really doesn’t fuck around when it comes to his beliefs though - like he doesnt think it’s radical to want human rights for everyone and if anyone wants to get in his face about it

then he will get back in their face about it

and listen he’s gotten into some fights, and even though he’s mostly lank and brains - he’ll take a punch with pride and throw his own if anyone says some dumb shit in his vicinity

“you look more like a prep then a punk” someone once comments and doyoung doesn’t even bat an eyelash to retort “i don't need a mohwak to fight for respect. and ill have you know - i do own a leather jacket so shove it.”

you’re a student in one of doyoung’s classes who thinks he’s really cool, but also intimidating

his dark eyes and lack of humor kind of make him unapproachable, but also pretty attractive

you’re kind of sad that you can’t talk to him about upcoming ralies and class work because you don’t know what you two could have in common

when one day you and doyoung arrive to class early and suddenly the quiet classroom is full of loud, hard, punk rock

you turn around and doyoung’s big eyes are somehow even bigger

“m-my bluetooth disconnected. sorry.”

he scrambles to turn down the volume, but you jump up

“you like rage against the machine? i love them!”

doyoung perks up

“really, usually people tell me they’re outdated and don’t fit well,,,,you know - how i look.”

you shake your head, “who cares what you look like - their music started a movement!”

you move your seat up closer to doyoung and ask if you can see his playlist

he shows it to you proudly and before you know it you two are in a deep discussion about bands and music and shows

the professor and students trickle in and before you know it it’s time for class to start

before it does, you happily exclaim to doyoung

“i didn’t think we’d ever have something in common - im so happy i can talk to you now!”

“you couldn’t talk to me before?”

doyoung takes note of the blush that dusts your cheek and the way your fingers twitch in your lap

“ah - i just, you know it’s hard to talk to someone you like.”

doyoung is about to ask that you say that again, just so he can confirm it and get that giddy feeling again

but the professor starts the lecture

too bad the whole time doyoung can’t help but steal looks at you - counting down the minutes till the class is over and he can ask you to come with him for lunch

you guys can listen to music and,,,,,,,maybe talk about how to change the political world,,,,,together <3

jungwoo

definitely flunking a lot of his classes, but so pretty when you look passed the crazy orange hair that no one blames him for it

he’s always falling asleep behind textbooks

and doodling butterflies or whatnot in the corners of his notes

he loves baggy clothes, decorated with pins and paint, every now and then he’s even got little bandages on his cheeks and fingers

he looks like he came out of a cartoon - delicate features and colorful clothes

he opens his locker and love notes fall out no matter what day it is

and his headphones keep getting confiscated by teachers

he should technically be your biggest enemy

considering he breaks uniform violations, doesn’t do his homework, and frequently hangs out in the halls when he should be there

and you’re a prefect that’s got straight A’s

but you,,,,,,,just cannot be mad at jungwoo

anyone else, you’re the first to hand out detention slips or lug them into the deans office

but with jungwoo - there’s what you’d just call favoritism

people think it’s kind of hilarious though because you’re trying so hard to hide your crush on jungwoo but it’s so obvious

and jungwoo is so clueless about your crush and the fact that you give him so many slides that when people complain about how he didn’t get in trouble but they did for doing the SAME thing

he’s like huh what?

you keep getting told to stop being so lenient with him, he’s not going to learn if he’s not told he’s doing something wrong

but when you’re faced with him again

that big puppy smile and the cute little flower studs in his ears

you just cant

you just shoo him out of the sight of any other prefects or teachers so he wont be caught

one afternoon as you’re checking the halls during study period - you spot jungwoo hanging out on the ledge of the window to the top floor

beside him is a half eaten sandwich and a forgotten book

he looks so picturesque you feel guilty interrupting him

but you know you’re not the only one on duty so you touch his shoulder gently

“jungwoo, kun might find you if you’re just sitting here.”

“you found me.”

he says with a gentle smile

“yes, but you know i don’t want you to get in trouble - so do you think you can go up to the roof?”

he nods, gathering his things and as you turn to leave, he takes a hold of your wrist and tugs you behind him

“wh-”

but it’s too late, you’re already up the stairs and being pulled through the roof’s door

jungwoo twirls you around and you want to tell him you have to get back to your job

when he pulls you against his chest

“j-j-jungwoo?!?”

your face heats up as you squeak in shock

he stares down into your eyes - the usual gloss of dreaminess seems a little more serious

“do you like me?”

your heart feels like it has stopped in your chest - no matter who’d asked you about your crush before, it was never jungwoo himself so it was always easy to lie

“wh-why are you asking me?”

he blinks, long dark lashes in contrast to his bright hair

“i want to know if you like me.”

“but why- y-you’ve never asked me before.”

“because.”

he shrugs, saying it as if it’s the easiest thing to admit in the world

“because i like you so if you like me too - i can ask you on a date.”

mark

skater boy who wants to go pro

spends hours in the park and in lots trying new tricks and just skating because if there’s one thing he loves

it’s the rush, the feel of the board and the air that passes by him as he cruises down the block

he’s pretty oblivious to the fact that he’s the most liked skater, maybe even person, in his neighborhood

because he will jump off his board to help old ladies cross the street and willing to bust it and eat dirt if a kid accidentally stumbles in front of him

he’s always kinda banged up, with something broken or sprained or slightly bloodied from messed up tricks or accidents

but he works it, along with the chino pants and old band tshirts and beanies

he secretly got his nose pierced last summer, but he’s gotta keep hiding it from mom and dad lol

he takes part in a lot of local competitions because he really wants to get his foot in the pro game

and (not surprising to anyone but him) he has a lot of local fans

some are just fellow skaters who love his happy attitude, others are lovestruck teenagers who think the sweet skater is prime boyfriend material (they’re right)

you aren’t a huge skating fan, you actually don’t know much about it, but you sometimes get dragged along with friends to the events

they’re free and it’s fun to pass the time

you’re at one, sipping a slushie and listening to your friends argue about the upcoming show

when you notice a boy in a beanie off the right of the course

he’s practicing flips, his skateboard a strong neon green with what you assume are his initials - ML

“who is that?” you ask offhandedly and your friends all answer in unison - “oh! that’s the favorite - mark lee.”

you are about to look away, but then you end up catching mark’s gaze

when your eyes lock - he smiles and it shows off the sweetness that you can see people would go crazy over

you nearly miss your slushie straw as you try to smile awkwardly back

for the first time, you’re extremely excited to see one of the runs - mark takes his position at the top of the ramp and you edge forward in your seat

your friends comment about it - but you’re not the only one getting hyped - it seems like the whole place is waiting to see him succeed

you hold your breath a little as he lands the first trick, then the next, then the next

its going so well and you think you might even just get up and cheer when right on the last second - he hits a rail and the board flies off - it leaves mark tumbling down

he catches himself with his hands but you can see the pain and shock spread over his face

the crowd gasps - but no one moves

actually, you’re waiting for EMTs or someone to show up - but it’s just mark limping up and chasing after his runaway board

“where are the doctors - or someone to help?”

you turn and your friends just shrug, “it’s not a super big event so they usually don’t have anyone.”

you don’t know what comes over you, you’ve seen people slam before at these things but this just feels different

you get up from your seat and push down through to the back the course

you find mark sitting out near the curb of the parking lot, nursing what you can guess is a pair of pretty hurt palms

and you rush over

“are you ok?”

he looks up at you and you notice he’s abandoned his beanie - black hair a wild mess

“ah yeah, no worries. ill be good for my second-”

all you have are the napkins from your slushie, which you use quickly to dab at the small cuts on mark’s hands

he’s so caught off guard by your sudden makeshift first aid, that mark just stares wide eyed as you try to help

“let me go find some ice or something, it looks like it really hur-”

“its ok! i fall all the time!”

you frown, “but your hands-”

he goes pink at the ears, because your voice is full of real concern, and plus he didn’t just smile so big at you before for no reason

you are as adorable from a distance as you are up close, probably even more actually

“im ok, thanks for worrying but i do need to get back to the course.”

you drop your hands from his and sigh, “ok. but after do you promise you’ll at least get some bandages?”

“promise.”

you nod and get up, watching mark stand with you and wince as he flips his board up into his hands

you still feel worried, but mark suddenly goes

“actually, would you mind coming with me after - i mean you don’t have to if you’re with your frie-”

“they won’t mind. of course ill come, at least that way ii know you didn’t go back on your promise!”

mark thinks your little laugh is the cutest thing hes heard in a while, it rings through his ears for the rest of the competition

and when he humbly places third, he finds you in the crowd - and shakes his board up at you

the whole row you’re in turns your way

your friends all raise their eyebrows

but you’re just thinking about getting him those bandages (and maybe getting his number?)

haechan

skater boy who is a pro

youngest in the scene right now with more than three world championship titles under his board

sponsored by monster energy, vans, hell even companies like samsung are looking to put their money in him

his videos have millions of views on youtube and everyone whose trying to get into skating sees him as an icon to worship

the only person to land some of the hardest tricks known in the sport on his first runs

always bright, with one little braid hanging from his hair - the mullet look was so well accepted by fans that he decided to keep it

(even had longtime friend and fellow skater jeno come over and dye it blonde for him)

and in general, he can take a fall like anyone - but when he does land his tricks he’s always bursting with energy and dance moves out on the course

you know him, how could you not, working as one of the go-pro camera crew for skating events

but when you’re assigned to be his follow along for the upcoming qualifiers being held in your city you almost lose it

because not only are going to get to film THE haechan, but you’re going to be so close to him for the entirety of the competiton too

the fan in you comes to life, but you try to keep your cool when the day comes - introducing yourself with a handshake and a big smile

you’re nervous but what you don’t expect (and don’t actually even notice) is haechan is too

because - oh god, this is the first camera person he’s ever gotten that is on THIS level of cute

you’re so caught up in trying to get the perfect footage of him, that you don’t see how he keeps peeking at you out of the corner of his eye

when he trips over one of his boards and nearly crashes into another skater you assume it’s pre-competition jitters

but it’s actually just because you’re getting quite close to him - and haechan hasn’t ever had butterflies LIKE this

five minutes before the competition goes live, he requests that his manager switch you and one of the other skaters camera crew

it’s so soul crushing - you’re kind of left in a blank shock - until your new skater is shaking your shoulders

you think you must have done SOMETHING,,,,,no one has ever complained about you before??? you didn’t think you were even being the slightest bit annoying - even though you were trying REALLY hard not to ask for at least an autograph??

you spend the entire competition overthinking it until finally - after haechan wins and is done with all his interviews and handshakes

you manage to track him down and immediately bow at a 90 degree angle

“im so sorry if i did something wrong, i really didn’t think you’d ask to switch - please tell me what i did to upset you so i don’t do it again!”

your head is still down and haechan suddenly feels like the trophy in his hand weighs a ton

he clenches his teeth and mutters

“you didn’t do anything,,,,,,your crime is just being really-”

you slam up and your eyes are big and shaking, haechan feels like the worst person on earth as he swallows

“your cime is just being really,,,,really,,,,,really,,,,,,cute.”

“p-pardon?”

your voice cracks, because you’re pretty sure you misheard him

he scratches his head, almost bonking himself on the temple with the trophy

charismatic always silly and shining haechan suddenly looks coy

“c-cute, you’re just really cute and i couldn’t focus on my tricks so - please don’t take it to heart.”

your stomach does a flip, both out of relief and out of disbelief

“o-oh,,,,i-- well - im sorry for being-”

“don’t apologize for being cute!”

you jump and nod, haechan signs and mumbles again

“i made you feel bad didn’t i? well,,,let me make it up to you and take you to lunch,,,”

you nearly drop your go-pro because

holy shit haechan is asking me out on a date,,,,,,in a roundabout way but,,,,,it’s definitely an invite for a date

“sure-id love to!”

haechan tries to hide his grin

but when his manager catches him twirling the trophy around and whistling with a dreamy look in his eyes later that day

well

it’s just obvious

someones in love

#this was so fun to write i love punk concepts thidfjsl #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #nct 127 #nct #give me punk like actual punk outfits or ill riot sm

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i-do-trash-fanfictions · 3 years

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Thera's Journal Entry #61

(This one isn't as good as the others, but at least I posted something.)

I flipped a dagger of light in my hand. I sat at the base of a tree, under the shade, as Crow stood in the clearing in front of me, showing off by shooting the painted targets on the trees.

It was nice, being in the sunlight again.

Crow finished. He had hit a few bulls eyes, but a few did not quite make it. They were close though, so I had to give him some credit.

"Alright. Your turn." He said, walking back to me as he tucked his gun into his holster.

I stood up and unsheathed the Ace of Spades. I didn't bring it out to the field a whole lot, but I still brought it out to practice every now and then. I spun quickly, shooting each target. Every bullet hit its mark, the red circle in the center, in just a quick minute.

"Show off," Crow muttered.

I only shrugged and went over to him, my hand held out.

Crow sighed and deposited thirty glimmer, which I put away into my pocket. We had been going for quite some time and had a bet over who would hit the most bullseyes.

"Come on. Let's go for a walk." I suggested as I slid my gun into my holster and nodded into the forest.

Crow caught up to me and we walked side by side. Eventually, he reached over and took my hand. He seemed nervous, though I could tell he was trying to hide it.

"No one's out here if that's what you're worried about," I told him.

"I feel like someone is out here." He said. "I know it sounds crazy when you say it aloud, but it's just that feeling that I'm being watched. That we're being watched."

"No one ever really goes out here. I think we're alright."

"I sure hope so."

We walked for a while after that, until suddenly Crow stopped. Glint appeared after sensing his Guardian's worry.

"What? What is it?" I asked, looking around as one hand reached to my hand canon.

Crow was staring off into a part of the forest. Finally, he said something. "There." He pointed. "Someone's over there, sitting on that rock."

"A Guardian?" I asked.

"They have a cloak, so maybe it's a hunter."

"Do you have your mask?"

"No. I left it on your ship."

"Stay here."

I let go of his hand and walked over to the person. They never once turned around when I approached.

"Hello. I'm a Guardian from the Last City. Who are you and what are you doing out here?"

"I call myself the Ranger nowadays. And as you can see, I'm sitting on a rock."

The person Rouge had told me about.

"Why are you sitting on a rock?"

"It's a nice rock. High up too. And if you stare out there," They pointed. "You can watch a few squirrels while they get their breakfast. Or lunch. Or maybe brunch."

I stared at them. They had a helmet on so I couldn't make out any features.

"I hope I'm not being annoying. I don't mean to be. Just here to enjoy the view."

"One of my friends. They saw you out here before."

"Ah, right. Rouge, I think her name was. I don't think she liked me very much, with me being on her terrain and all. I left pretty quickly after she went off. She was a bit scary."

"Rouge can be sometimes. But what are you really doing out here? And are you a Guardian? If so, why aren't you going to the Last City?"

"I'm only out here to enjoy some scenery, as I was saying before. And I do still consider myself to be a hunter."

"You didn't answer my last question."

"I don't want to."

"Alright then," I said with a sigh.

"Hey, aren't the people working with the Fallen now? Mithraks and his gang?" The Ranger asked.

"Yes. How did you know that?"

"Just do. Hey, found a skiff way back there. Crashed." They told me, standing up and gesturing to another part in the forest. "Down below a cliff. You and your buddy might wanna check it out. I best get goin. Ain't gonna do me much good to stick around here. Whatever shot down that skiff might still be lurkin around." They jumped off their rock.

I looked towards where they had pointed, and sure enough, I could make out a bit of smoke coming from that area. I went to turn towards the Ranger again, but they were gone. I ran back to get Crow.

"It was this person called the Ranger. They said there's a Fallen skiff back there. We should check it out."

"Can we trust them?"

"Not sure, but I know a friend who's met them before, and they seemed friendly enough."

We began our way towards the smoke from the skiff, then leapt down the cliff, doing another jump just before we hit the ground as to not break our legs. Crow started to run towards it and knelt down. I walked up behind him. Many dead Fallen littered the ground around us. A few were burned from where the fire from the ship had enveloped them.

But many, many were around the area, as if they had begun to run. They had not died from the crash, but something else.

I went to one and rolled it onto its back. I gasped as tears welled in my eyes. Clutched in its arms was a child, also dead. Both were from bullets in their heads.

I didn't realize Crow was behind me until I heard him mutter a curse, and then stomp off. We both knew it had been Guardians who did this. He was going off to say more choice words, and he didn't want me to hear.

"Sometimes I wonder if the Guardians are even good guys, Scout," I said to my Ghost.

He gave a sad whirr. "I can't believe it was Guardians who did this. If I could, I would say anything to give us the benefit of the doubt, but it is far too obvious. No one else would be around here to attack them except maybe other fallen, but I highly doubt they would attack their own kind. Many Guardians do fly their jumpships out here from time to time. That is probably how they shot the skiff down." He spoke solemnly.

"Thera? Thera come here!" I heard Crow say with a sense of urgency in his voice.

I ran over to him. He stood, holding something in his arms.

"Look." He turned it over to me and I peered at it.

Four tiny eyes peered right back.

"Oh," I looked around and spotted two dead Eliksni, very close to each other. "Oh, no. The poor thing."

"What will we do? We can't leave it out here." He stated, staring at me as he waited for an answer.

"No, of course not. Here, let me see it." Crow handed the hatchling to me and I held it in my arms.

"I have a friend. An Eliksni of House Light who already had a child of her own. Trildir. We can go to her."

Crow scouted around for a bit, with the hope there may be other survivors. I went to the ship, and he came soon after. I handed him the child as I took control of the Queen of Hearts. In no time, we had returned to the Last City, covered still in darkness.

We transmitted to the Annex and (after Crow put on his mask, just in case) then went to the hidden area of the City where the Eliksni stayed. I walked past many Fallen and went straight to Trildir's home. It had changed since I had last been there. We had visited many times in the past few days.

A banner with the House Light symbol hung on the wall, and there was a nice carpet on the floor. It was only a single room, and a cot was in one corner, with a nest of blankets on a crate. For Ralis, I was guessing.

Trildir was in there, luckily, and was startled when we arrived.

She took a single glance at the child in Crow's arms and motioned to the futon in the room. Trildir then pulled a curtain to close of the doorway from prying eyes.

"Where did you find her?" She asked immediately. Crow passed the hatchling to me.

"You- you wouldn't want to know."

"I do. Yes, I do."

I sighed. "A skiff, shot down from the sky. All the other Eliksni were dead. She's the only survivor."

"I do not mean to seem... oh, what is the word?" She clicked for a moment. "Rude. But, was it light-bearers?"

I sadly nodded. "It could be no one else. And I have no idea which ones did it either, otherwise, I would be going after them right about now."

"I want to believe that someday we Eliksni and you can live in peace, but Guardians such as those make it so hard to do. Here, let me see the child." Trildir held out her top two arms and I put the child in them.

"Yes, definitely a girl." The hatchling clicked at her. "And most likely hungry."

Trildir went over to a shelf and produced what looked like a meat scrap. The child ate it quickly and Trildir gave her a few more.

"I will take care of her." Said Trildir with a few clicks.

"It won't be a problem? You already have one child-"

"I know of mateless mothers like myself who have six hatchlings. I believe I can handle two."

Trildir's mate had been one of the Fallen to die when their skiff crashed.

"Thank you," I said to her.

Trildir began to give the hatchling a liquid I could not name.

"She will need a name. Would you like to pick one?" She asked, looking at Crow and I.

"Um, I don't know of any Eliksni names," I told her. I didn't want to pick out a name that would seem silly to the other Eliksni.

"You can choose human names. Misraakell's daughter was named after an old friend of his, an awoken."

I thought for a moment. I looked at Crow to see if he would suggest anything but he only shrugged. I turned back to Trildir.

"Would Sora be a good name?" I asked.

"Yes, I think it would suit her well."

Sora had fallen asleep in Trildir's arms, so she laid her in the crib of blankets to rest. Then she went back to Crow and I.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but where is Ralis?" I asked her.

"Oh, she is with a sister of mine. She does not have a mate of her own but loves hatchlings. She will gladly take care of any if it is needed." Trildir explained. Her gaze shifted to Crow. "You have not introduced me to your friend." She stated. "I am Trildir, but I am sure Thera has already told you this."

"My name is Crow." He introduced himself.

"It is very nice to meet you."

A dreg suddenly pulled back the curtain and chattered something in Eliksni. Trildir spoke back, and the dreg left. She then turned her attention back to the two of us.

"Sora will be in good hands. Because of your visit, I have forgotten what I was doing. I must return to my job, and I will leave Sora with my sister and Ralis. Thank you for coming to see me."

Trildir took Sora in her arms and went out of her home.

"I know she'll be safe," I told Crow as we stood up.

"I like her." He stated.

"She's very kind, and not like the rest of the Eliksni. She isn't afraid of Guardians."

"Crow, Crow where are you? Why are you not in the H.E.L.M?" Came from Crow's comlink.

"Is that Osiris? Oh sh-" I exclaimed.

"You're with Thera aren't you? Get back to the H.E.L.M, now."

"Yes, I'm headed there now," Crow responded, giving me a look. We both knew we were in for it.

"And bring Thera too. If she keeps sneaking you out-"

Crow shut off his coms.

"You're going to get in more trouble for that," I said with a laugh.

"We both are. Now let's go so we can get that lecture over with."

#destiny the game #destiny #destiny 2 #d2 #crow x young wolf #young wolf x crow #crow #crow destiny #destiny crow #young wolf #baby eliksni #eliksni #house light #season of the splicer

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petite-neko · 4 years

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Quarantine Reading Material

@plume8now Tagged me~ That’s their writing blog but don’t forget to check out their art too!!

Fandoms I have written for (on AO3):

One Piece (49)

The Legend of Ze lda (40)

Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù (3)

Dragon Ball (2)

Ships you can find in my fanfictions:

Lawlu

Sh ink

Ghir aLi nk

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WangXian

Zolu

Truhan

Saboala

Si dl ink

Most popular fics are:

Boyhood Blues (M/M, Lawlu) - Universe Alteration, angst, Rated T [Chapters: 20/20. Part 1/? Series]

While the chaos ensued, Law sat and observed calmly, deciding on his next course of action. Should he talk to this crazy pirate, or ignore him? Eventually Law decided: why the hell not?

“Oh, the Marines are already here Mugiwara-ya.” He started before explaining just what those so called ‘warriors of justice’ were doing outside of the auction house.

He didn’t get too far however, because something sparked in Luffy’s eyes and he bounced a bit in his spot. “T-T-Torao?!”

…Tiger-man? What the hell was he talking about? Law stared at Luffy to verify that, yes, he was referring to him. (And just why he knew Luffy was referring to him, he had no clue why.)

“It’s Trafalgar Law, not Torao.” He grumbled.

Some sort of excited noise left the bubbly captain. “I know! I know! Oh my god it’s been so long!”

Dots (M/M Lawlu) - Soulmate AU, Rated T [One-shot]

"Then where the hell did it come from? Marks don't just magically appear like that so perfectly round and equal distance from one another."

He heard some whispering before a few people snickered. What the fuck were they coming up with now?

"Guys, what if- what if our captain met somebody who was so speechless they couldn't even think around our captain!"

"No way! You mean?" And there was more laughter.

"Oh look it, Mr. Hotshot, rendering a poor girl out of her mind!"

...Wait were they implying.... Law looked at the mark incredulously.

There was no fucking way he met his soul mate. And who the hell heard of dots being the thought somebody had?

Quarantine (M/M WangXian) - Fix-it Fic, Heavy Angst, Rated M [Chapters: 16/?]

“--Somebody is here.” Wen Ning said abruptly and met his gaze.

Wen Qing - the only one present who was not attuned to the borders of the Burial Mounds - looked at both of the curiously. “I-who would…?”

None of them could even hazard a guess as to who their mysterious visitor was. Were they friend… or foe?

...If Wei WuXian was honest, he knew it was probably the latter. He had almost killed his shijie’s husband for fuck’s sakes! Who would willingly be an ally of the evil Yiling Patriarch?

Thus, Wei WuXian moved to stand up, only to be stopped, once more, by Wen Qing.

“Oh no you don’t!” She applied more pressure to his right shoulder again. “You are not getting up anytime soon Wei Ying! Don’t make me use my needles.” And, true to her words, she held them between the fingers of her free hand, waving it about threateningly.

“--But!” Wei WuXian protested, “I can’t just-”

“I’ll go.” Wen Ning’s voice cut into their argument and before Wei WuXian could protest further, he vanished to do just that.

Wei WuXian could only groan at the siblings’ joint efforts and let his head hit the pillow - even if a bit more forceful than necessary. This earned him a silent glare from Wen Qing which he returned. The glaring contest did not last long, however, for Wen Ning returned just as quickly as he had vanished.

"It is HanGuang-Jun."

Guardian (M/M Lawlu) - Canon-verse, Mentions of angst, Rated T [Chapters: 14/? Chapters - follows canon, will update after Wano. Part 1/2 Series]

He didn’t trust him. He didn’t trust his smirks or his cryptic, half answers. Sure, the guy saved their captain’s life, but the man was a pirate, and Luffy was gullible, and they weren’t most pirates.

Zoro knew most pirates, and most pirates stole, and used, and killed. Most pirates weren’t to be trusted. Law was hiding something. Law had ulterior motives despite what he said, Because most pirates wouldn’t let a debt like that remain unpaid.

It was only worse that Luffy believed the guy.

And nobody was going to hurt his crew – especially his captain.

An Interesting Proposal (M/M Lawlu) - Canon-verse, Rated T [One-shot]

If anybody told Smoker that he would have a casual conversation with his boss at a pirate's wedding, he would have thought them beyond insane.

Mornings Suck (M/M Si dl ink) - Canon-verse, Smut, Rated Explicit [One-shot]

Link was perhaps one of the hardest people to rouse in the morning.

Persistence (M/M Ghi rali nk) - Canon-verse, Smut, (Numerous warnings), Rated Explicit [Chapters: 7/?]

Of course, I knew that his sword would not allow Link to mention anything that would reveal her whereabouts, even if she had not informed him of my presence yet (which, seemed unlikely) but that was not the reason I lingered.

No.

It was the fact that her name fell off his lips in such a fond manner.

Was this it? Was this my answer to all of my curiosities? Of an inclination towards her?

(And yet, despite the fact that I could use such a fact to my advantage, somehow the revelation - the thought - just did not sit well with me.)

I turned back around, wanting to find out more.

If you ever only read one story of mine, let it be this one:

Oh dear. Well, it does depend why you’re coming here. For wangxian I guess, go read “maybe we should” Full of humour and I had way too much fun writing it. For lawlu, if you want humour uh... “an interesting proposal” or “dots” are full of it.

The best story I ever wrote, in my opinion:

I’m going to be selfish and say my Chained Shadows Series. Part 1 was for Nanowrimo... oh goodness 6 years ago. (It’s L o Z) Man, I really should update that again haha.

Tagging:

I’m horrible at this. @justira , @ryttu3k, @oturai

#lawlu #wangxian #nikwrites #and yes ahahahaha #quarantine is literally what I titled my fic in dec.#who'd've thought?

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mxxnblind · 4 years

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does ralis suffer from PTSD regarding everything that's happened?? if not, any other side effects?

misc. asks ;; always accepting

He’d never been overly fond of Solstheim to begin with. & really, after this whole ordeal, it would take an exceptional amount of pressure or genuine purpose for the man to even consider a trip back once he’s formally left. Let alone get on a boat where changes of plan aren’t entirely probable ; dare he panic halfway there. He doesn’t mind boats, but they really aren’t the best place to have an anxiety attack. One might even notice him avoiding the coastlines parallel to Solstheim altogether after he’s finally fled the island. Raven Rock’s potential & charm be damned once he realizes the entirety of the island made him feel so … weak. Something I think about frequently is how Ralis, of course, felt the pure force of Ahzidal’s influence while, I can only imagine, also caught in the aura of Miraak’s overall influence over Solstheim. Something felt wrong when they’d arrived. & things only got worse as they tracked down the buried barrow. Naturally, Ralis would come to assume it was all Ahzidal. But tales of the last dragonborn & Miraak … Yikes. That’s another post for another time though !!

Let’s talk about ~Trauma~

Ralis is Fucked !!! It’s … bad. Turns out living in isolation, in a high stress environment & overall scenario, with a lich dragon priest using you as a personal ragdoll & playing yahtzee with your mind, for months & months on end … could be traumatizing & induce a bit of psychosis. Who would have guessed. It’s … troubling. Outwardly he appears to have it together. Psychologically he’s still, all things considered, exceptionally high functioning. It’s not … ‘oOoH pSycHo rAliS’. No. Fuck that. I hate that. That’s actually offensive. It’s more … realistic. He genuinely … Struggles to differentiate reality from … Well, the cluster fuck which is his mind space at current. He still …. hears things. He still has visions. Hallucinations. Blackouts. (no sacrificial murder this time !! but it’s still awful waking up somewhere with no memory !!!) He still hears Ahzidal. The hisses. The whispers. Feeling a constant looming presence. He see the mask everywhere & in everything.

Ahzidal has been defeated, but Ralis still can’t get away.

I feel like this is why he responds the way he does if the pc decides not to spare him. & I feel like it’s important to note that he does not become hostile until after it’s verbalized they don’t believe him & think he should be punished. He’s spitting out what Ahzidal must have told him. Over & over.

“What ? No ! You can’t… I have his will on my side! He will command all of us!”

Ahzidal had control of Ralis, yes, but Ahzidal would want that influence to run so deep it’s ingrained in Ralis as a whole. Something Ralis can process through on his own … But if threatened with death by a trusted friend? Seconds after being freed? Well … Maybe Master Ahzidal was right & his business partner really ~was~ out to get him ! & betray him ! & leave him for dead ! & don’t trust ~them~ you know the truth !! you know better !! Because Master Ahzidal Said.

& it’s such a struggle for him due to the nature of Ahzidal’s influence. Ahzidal was in his mind. Ahzidal was influencing every single action. Every single thought. Ralis spent the entirety of the excavation shifting from assuming ; he’s having a psychotic breakdown & trying to hide it, somewhat acknowledging he’s in actual trouble & still trying to hide it for the safety of others despite his mind magic induced haze, realizing fully how truly under Ahzidal’s contol he is after being rescued from it … & being left to wonder …. why he still …. Hears him.

It frightens him. Having to sit there & wonder if it’s actually all in his head this time. Or if Ahzidal had either … never left to begin with … or was making a genuine return. Which are valid fears. Which doesn’t help. His greatest fear is waking up & finding bloodied hands again. Luckily for him … It won’t ever pan out that way ever again. He’s in control this time, even if he’s spiraling, it’s only him in there. It gets better with time. The psychosis in particular. But overall he’s … scarred for life ? Straight up ??

There’s a reason he doesn’t immediately go back to the mainland. He … can’t. Not yet. Not until he gets his mind sorted out. This is going to branch off into a Robyn centric hc real quick, so cheers to anyone who’s made it this far, but it’s a large reason she brought him to Skyrim in the first place. He wasn’t ready to go back to Morrowind. & won’t be ready for a length of time. He is not in the right state of mind to go right back to work. He’d try, of course, & may even seem to be fine. But … Robyn knows better now. Robyn is paying closer attention now. & she brings him to the one place in all of Tamriel, hate it or not, where she feels. Safest. Most at home. Closest to family. A familiar landscape where they can still find distraction, but also the means of proper recovery. They’ll drift back to Mournhold eventually, Ralis does have a small home there, but where he stands at present, stepping back from his everyday life & taking care of himself is best.

#yivohn #;;asks #;;robyn hc #;;ralis hc #Ralis Sedarys ;; Unearthed #ralis - squinting at miraak's temple - : nah i'm good . i'm done . i'm out . Let Me Out--#this was a L O T of stuff that I've been needing to word tbh

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Ashley and kaidon walked around the citadel.

He asked her what they were doing together on citadel. She only answered with a sigh.

Ashley upset:

Look at this. It's Shepard in a photo. I mean it's what's his name.

Kaidon:

He new something was wrong with her. He never seen her acting like this before. He new that she was upset with him.

Damit. She said why did he have do die and come back. Why couldn't he just have forgotten about me and the way he felt about me First time. I know he's mad at me for not trusting me and how we left thing before on the planet. But why did he send you with me. Afraid I'm going to cause trouble on the citadel station. Or was it he didn't want to have to bail me out again like last time.

Kaidon, why are you with me. I want you to tell me the truth. Ashley said.

Ashley, he's worries about you. I mean you been upset with him because you didn't know the new friends him, Tali, garrus made on the Normady 2. Now I know what you are thinking. Why should you care about this. Or why should I care. Kaidon looked at her. I don't, but seeing you upset because he was Buddies with s geth he met makes you upset. Listen to me Ash. This is his ship again and yes on the she there was Tali, legion, garrus, kasumi, Miranda, Jacob, mercanery ziead, and a krogan name grunt and justicar Samara, then there was a Salarian Mordin. I don't understand how he was all buddy with them or why. All I know is that he destroy the collectors and destroy a mass relay as well to stop s reaper invasion that day. Hell ash if it wasn't for him you probably be dead now and I be still Dead. I thought I would never see him again.

Well Kadion, I'm greatfull that this all happened. But why didn't he just tell me. I mean I thought he trusted me.?

He does, Ash. It's just that they knew what you were sent to do. Which was spy on him and then and tell some story if how it wasn't Cerbures any confirm he was a traitor. He did trust you that day. It's you who didn't trust him. So if anyone has a right to be upset it's him.

Ashley, new she was pissed off now. Kadion was actually defending Shepard against her and that made her angry.

Kadion then spotted Tali, garrus, Zied, Samara, Miranda and kasumi talking together on the citadel in a bar. He said ash there's the former crew of his. Why don't you just Walk over and ask them why he trusts them more than you.

She decided to do just that. Ash walked into the bar and right up to the former crew of Shepard's. So tell me all of you. What the hell makes you think Shepard trust you more than me here and I'm not leaving until you answer me?

Miranda looking up from her drink. Said it's not a matter of trust. It's matter of loyalties and to him we were very loyal crew. We may not of seen eye to eye or agreed on what the mission was. But it's what brought use together and that was to stop the collectors and reapers from killing every one we love or cared about. I take it you most be the alliance lieutenant Ashley Williams and major kadion. Am I right.

Kadion looking surprised by this comment and taken back by how they new. He asked Lawson how she new this.

Tali and garrus told use who you were.

Damit garrus I thought we were friends.

Garrus looking at Ashley, said we used to be until you betrayed Shepard for different of options. Then he looked at kadion. He has nothing against you major. It's just against Ashley is all. Plus he nee you to would find use sooner or later in the citadel.

Kadion, what you tell me. That he new this and didn't tell me or Ashley. Why would Shepard do this.

Well for two reasons. First being the Normady is going to be getting Asari shields, weapons and armor. Second the upgrades we made to the Normady 2 back then are staying in the ship. Shepard convince the council it's in there best interest to have this she and there best human spectar to have all the best crew and weapons and ship. Third of all you will be seeing a lot more of use all soon.

What's that mean Garrus, Ashley ask.

Garrus, Tali, Zied, Miranda, kasumi, grunt and them hand her the assignment papers which said transfer to SSV Normandy SR2 from council. Request from council spector and new acting commander soon to be admiral Shepard.

What's this any promotion to admiral Shepard. Kadion asked.

I can answer that a voice said from behind.

Ashley and kaidon turned to see Shepard and Asari councilor standing behind then and yes we heard every you both said including you lieutenant commander Williams. Or should I say soon to be commander Williams

Kadion looking at them both asked. What do you mean commander Williams. Was this just all a test to see, what are reaction was going to be. Why keep use both in the dark if you nee Shepard.

Well I guess I really need to know we're your loyalty was and how you truely felt. Now I know this. Plus that you both know the truth about the transfer to. I guess it's as good as time to tell you. I'm been a signed with putting together my old crew and you all to go on a secret mission. That is classified for good reasons.

Kadion asked. What secret mission. Well be heading to the Andromeda Galaxy probably and trying to figure out what going on.

You mean Andromeda mission hasn't replied back sense the ralys been fixed.

Yes as of nine houndred hours citadel station and Turians, Asari, Salarians, Geth, Quarions, and ever race that has a fleet or ships has been ask to come to citadel and help refitted the Normandy with everything they can. From weapons to Crew and personally. As well I've asked the council to give me one destroy class ship as escort for this mission and there crew's are ready waiting for me to take over as fleet admiral.

Soon another voice from behind said he may be incharge but you-all report to me second in command T'soni.

Turning around Ash say LiaraT'soni stand there in alliance uniform with admiral bars. I take it your the second ranking officer in this mission.

Rear admiral T'soni reporting as ordered sir.

Shepard turned around and sighs. I thought I told you never to say this in public here.

T'soni, look at Shepard just smile and said you knew the agreement with council about this mission.

Ashley asked, Shepard. What agreement is she talking about.

He sighed, then said. In order for me to get the weapons, and keep the upgrades me and my old crew got to defeat the collectors and stop the first reaper invasion. I had to agree to some things. But mostly I said I only agree to do this mission if T'soni was admiral second I wanted all my old crew and third only if you ash got a promotion to commander of my Marines units.

So this is why you asked me to stay close to Williams. So she wouldn't be lookingaround looking for information on Stuff this time.

Yes, kadion that's right. I know Ashley. She's the type to look for trouble or find stuff she doesn't want to know about or is supposed to know about.

Ashley, so you trust me. But when it involves classified information I can't be trusted with it. Sense when did that happen.

Shepard looking at her said two days ago when you asked kadion about something that you wasn't supposed to ask him. First off you didn't have the clearance and second of all you disobedience as an officer is not going to be aloud from either of you anymore on my ship. Third if you don't like this new assignment you will be assigned to a garage barge and fourth if you take this assignment you'll follow now alliance or council orders but mine. I need to know if you two agree.

You'll both have until the end of today to decide on your decision. But I must have it by the end of today.

Kadion looking at Ashley said wow. That's what are options are garage barge or follow your orders and not council interfere at all.

Asari councilor standing by Shepard's side said yes. Well not interfere in Shepard's decisions or the mission until asked by him.

Garrus, Zied, Miranda, Samara, kasumi, grunt, Tali, legion, Kelly, Gabby, James and others have already said there going. It's just you two left to decide. Shepard says

Umm, I don't know why you want me to go Shepard. I mean I have been loyal or what you call a good friend or officer to anyone ever buy you. Then I did betray you as well to. So tell me Shepard why you are asking me to go.

Look, Ash. I'm asking you to go because you and kadion are the best marrines I have had and if I ever need help your going to be ready. I know that it's a lot to ask from you both. That's why I'm giving you both until the end of today to decide on this. I just hoping I will see you on the ship.

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Ch.48: A visit calls a visit

Link was impressed by what he saw. No sloppy movements, no big motions. If he didn't remember their faces Link would have thought them different people.

Link turned as soon as he heard steps behind him, expecting to see Robert.

"What do you think?"

Link thinned his lips, a tall woman was looking at him with a raised eyebrow and Link looked around making sure that it was-

"Yes, I am talking to you."

Link looked at the woman again, trying his best to look aloof, "Do we know each other?"

The woman snickered, "Well, I sure know you, Hero."

Link gave the woman a glare and decided that it was not worth it.

"Ignoring me?"

"Yup."

The woman cleared her throat and balanced herself on the ball of her feet, she gave a step to be next to Link and lowered her head a little. "Well, we could always-"

"Loran!"

Link turned his head, Robert was jogging to them with a murderous face, "Shoo!"

The woman huffed and retreated, "I haven't done anything."

Robert reached them and pushed Loran on the chest, "Yeah, sure. Get away, move."

Loran gave a couple of steps back, making sure to lock eyes with Link and wink at him.

"You're early," Robert said, trying his best to block Loran out of the way.

"Yeah, wanted to come here as fast as I could."

"Laudable," added Loran.

Robert turned his head and glared, "Zip it."

Loran picked on Link's curiosity, "The Hero doesn't even know who I am, at least let me do the honors."

"Fuck no. You're free to go, come on, chop chop."

Loran rolled his eyes and raised her shoulders. She then rummaged through her clothes and tossed a bag to Robert.

Robert catched the bag and immediately knew what it was, "What's this?"

"Don't really need it, I'm giving it back."

"It's your payment."

Link recognized the bag he had given Robert before leaving to Ordon.

Loran tilted his head, "Being on the good side of the Hero is enough, though if you would grant me a match that would be great."

Robert opened his mouth, but Link was faster, "Whenever yout want."

Loran showed her teeth in a dangerous smile, "What a lad." She then looked at Robert and patted the man on his arm before leaving.

Robert pouted and sighed with strength, "Oh, Hylia."

"Who's that?"

"You asked me to look for an instructor to your group. Loran is a huge pain in the ass, but she's good."

Link tried to control the snort that left his mouth.

"Yeah, real funny."

Link tilted his head but Robert could see his smile from behind.

"Yeah, I am well aware of the irony in here, all right?"

Link shook his head and walked to the group of people parrying in the distance, "They never practiced outside of working hours."

"Yeah, well, Loran's scary."

Link pushed on the window with an ease he was starting to feel comfortable with.

"Link."

Link didn't fight the smile that took over his face. Zelda's voice was filled with glee and she was wiggling the toes of her feet in anticipation, "Guess what?"

He gave this moment to her, really, "What?" Feigned ignorance, tight cheeks, her hand in his and her hair glowing under the candle light.

"You are ready to court me from tomorrow onwards."

Zelda squeezed Link's hand and giggled to herself. Link was too mesmerized to do anything but look at her.

"This is gonna sound horrible, but there's light in my future."

Link snorted, "That does sound horrible."

Zelda rested her cheek on her knee, "What are you gonna do, Link?"

Link looked up a second, "Well, first on my list is take you away once a day, hopefully, gotta step myself up," Zelda kept on wiggling her feet, "Then, hopefully, get to dance with you at Telma's-"

"They won't let me go to Telma's."

"Which is why we're going at night, silly," Link then kept on adding, "and well, I'm gonna ask you a lot of things about where do you want to go and what do you want to do, and-"

Zelda circled Link's torso with her arms and rested her head on his neck.

"Zelda?"

"You're being funny," Zelda whispered. Who cared what others said. This meant too much.

Link relaxed his body, "Am I now?"

"Yeah, all of this is."

William knocked on Her Highness' door and waited, when her voice gave the go he strolled inside, thinned lips in place.

Zelda frowned, "What?"

"The Zoras are coming."

Zelda snorted, "Yeah, good one."

"I mean it, they heard the Gorons had come, so..."

Zelda sagged her shoulders, "Really?"

William opened his arms in surrender.

Zelda closed her eyes for a second. She had always had a soft spot for the Zoras, swift and deadly, soft-looking but with sharp tongues, and their Queen had been always...

William tried his best to soften the news, "Also," but Zelda's wide eyes were enough to let him know, "Queen Rutela has died."

"What?" All decorum out the window, "Excuse me?" Emotions should be under control.

"I was told that Queen Rutela was killed under Zant's invasion," Zelda was too sad to think about what this would mean to her credibility, "and that they were hoping for you to be as good a friend to her son, Prince Ralis."

Zelda tried to form words but only air left her lips.

"The Council received the news with mixed feelings, too."

"Of course I will help the Prince."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"See to it that everything is ready for them."

"As you command."

#the legend of zelda #twilight princess #fanfic #zelink #melted #ch.48

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A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Eighteen

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

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-Chapter 18-

“I found something,” Mor breathed, as she clutched the tattered and worn book in her hand.

Azriel’s gaze snapped to her, his hazel eyes snatching on the book in her hands. It was old and musty, and it smelt of rain and mould and gave the room a horrible stench, but she didn’t care. Because, finally, she had found something about Kaden’s mother.

“Where?” Was all Azriel asked. He stood from his position in the war room, still configuring the files given to them by Eleana and Felix. This was the moment they had been waiting for. This meant that they could tell Kaden the truth, and have something to offer him about his past.

“Ralis. Hewn City has been illegally dumping there for years, and the local faeries had been hoarding anything they thought could be valuable. Once upon a time, this book was engraved in gold.” Mor had to hold back tears as her hands shook from excitement and exhilaration. When she had first found it, digging around in piles of nick knacks, her hope had been half hearted. It wasn’t until she opened the diary, and started reading, that the tears overcame her the way her relief did.

“What is it?” Azriel looked too cautious to move any closer to her, as if the thing she had finally found would vanish if he hoped too hard or came too close.

“It’s a diary from an unnamed woman, talking about the affair she had with an Illyrian on Starfall, and the baby she had consequently. A baby with shocking dark eyes, and lovely blonde hair just like hers.”

“Could it possibly be about Kaden? That diary would be from over twenty years ago. How could it have survived Ralis, even in the care of the faeries?” He took a step closer to her, eyes still pinned to the journal.

“The baby she speaks of – her baby – is described with the wings of an Illyrian and the magic of a fae. She speaks about him watching things, smiling at things that no one else could see. How his golden skin was a contrast to the paleness of the people that lived underground. She calls him her baby of Starfall, blessed by the spirits.” Mor’s voice shook as much as her hands, and she reached out to Azriel who finally took the book from her hands.

He flicked through the pages, being as careful as he could so as not to damage the delicate pages. His eyes raced back and forth, taking in the words about his nephew. “She didn’t name him Kaden.”

“No, she did not.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.” Azriel closed the book as well as his eyes, and breathed a deep sigh.

“I doubt they told anyone his name when they abandoned him to the Illyrians. He was given a name when they likely thought he didn’t have one. There’s more.” Azriel looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Read until the end,” she told him. The diary started the moment she discovered she was pregnant, and ended with Kaden leaving. “That’s the most important part.”

Mor went to her husband and left a lingering kiss to his cheek. This was something he would want to read alone.

____

“I never thought I would be this close to your penis. It’s not as unpleasant as I had imagined.”

Kaden rolled his eyes and shifted around so he could sit in a more comfortable position. He, too, never imagined having Felix’s head practically in between his thighs, but here they were.

After they had finished a gruelling training session with the Elite, Kaden realised that his newly acquired tattoo had started to bleed, quite profusely, and he was too embarrassed to go back to a healer, so instead he enlisted the help of his best friend. He had gotten the tattoo a few days ago, on the night he had found out about Azriel. He was drunk and sad and had the brilliant thought of permanently inking into his skin the best day of his life – the day he had spent with Eleana. He and Felix had wandered to an Illyrian they knew did tattoos, and honestly this is only something he could’ve done intoxicated. He let the Illyrian female tattoo between the teeth marks Eleana had left on the inside of his upper thigh, a beautiful, black and red rose.

It had gotten infected immediately.

Now Felix was inspecting it and doing as much as he could without ruining the tattoo. And that happened to require Felix getting very up close and personal with Kaden.

“I can’t wait until you show Eleana. She’s going to smack you for being so stupid. Here, want a pastry to distract yourself?” Felix reached behind him and a plate of apricot pastries appeared on the table. He offered one to Kaden, who graciously accepted.

“I don’t think I’ll ever show her.” His words were garbled around the multiple delectable treats he had shoved in his mouth.

“I’m going to have to clean the couch after this. You’re leaking everywhere.”

“You need to throw this couch out, Felix.” Kaden fluffed Felix’s hair and then winced as Felix targeted a particularly sensitive spot.

“I’m nearly done.” He reassured.

How embarrassing. Kaden can’t even get a tattoo right. What will it be like after he does the Bloodrite, and he has them covering his body? At least they would match the dark rose on his thigh.

Felix didn’t take too much longer, and when he was done he wrapped it with herbs and gauze as another preventative measure. His magic should do the trick, but you can never be too careful.

“Thank you. It must have been traumatizing to have to go through that.” Kaden joked.

“Trust me, if this is the worst thing I see today I will have been blessed.” Felix helped Kaden stand, and the two moved towards the door.

They weren’t finished for the day, but they couldn’t exactly show up to assess aerial units while Kaden was in the state he was. They opened the door and made their way down the path that led to the mountains that held the units. It was blazing hot, summer less than a week away, and the warmth was enriching. When they got there, Felix instructed him to make notes of the flyers while Felix praised and critiqued them. They were doing various flying drills and courses, and Kaden felt weirdly smug that the women often overpowered the men. Felix would occasionally point out a particular person and tell Kaden to remember that move so he could do it in the future. Felix also had to write reports for every person they evaluated, and Kaden acted as his scribe while Felix spoke aloud while watching them. This meant that sometimes Kaden didn’t get to see the flying, but if there was something important to see then Felix always made sure Kaden saw.

There was one female, nothing but praise, who blitzed the course and everyone else’s scores by miles. Kaden struggled to write everything Felix was saying, and eventually stopped when Felix’s evaluating turned to commentary – like he was watching a game and his favourite team was playing. Which made sense, when Kaden looked up and saw that the female who had just completed the course was Eleana. She was too far away to see them, but her silhouette would never be lost to Kaden.

She had her arms above her head and was stretching her back, making it arch. Her leathers hitched up the tiniest bit, exposing just a slither of skin at her hip. A sliver that Kaden had touched and roamed and-

He needed to focus.

He and Felix left once their work was done, unfortunately not seeing Eleana before they went. Dusk had started to fall, unlike the heat, and Kaden and Felix made their separate ways when it came to the split that Kaden took to go back to his tent. Felix had objected every time Kaden insisted that is where he wanted to continue residing, and Kaden doubted Felix would ever stop. At least Eleana had stopped asking.

As he made his way, he shirked off his leathers to try and escape the heat. The night breeze was helping, and Kaden was grateful he would have it surrounding him. He thinks he might have duck for dinner, he just has to go hunt some. Worst comes to worst, he still has some dried nuts and fruit he can snack on.

His plans went awry though, when he noticed Azriel standing in front of his tent, shadows fully fledged, his back turned. Kaden knew Azriel had heard him approach, and kicked himself for not noticing the older male sooner. If he had, he might’ve taken up Felix’s offer of refuge.

“Kaden.” Azriel didn’t turn, just continued to search through the trees and under bush with his heavy gaze.

“Azriel.” Kaden swallowed. He didn’t know what to expect from this, but whatever it was, he doubted it would be pleasant. Was Azriel here to punish him for causing a rift between him and Eleana?

Kaden’s breathing became heavy, and the stabs of pain he’d initially felt those days ago became fresh. He could summon Felix, or Eleana, either would come in a heartbeat. Either way he did not want to be here with the man who had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with him.

A thought crossed his mind, that maybe Azriel was mad about what Kaden had done to his brothers. But that was ludicrous. Was it? Yes, it was. His nerves were just making him think crazy things.

“Eleana must have told you the truth by now.” Azriel voice was deathly quiet, and Kaden hated to admit to himself that he was scared to approach the male.

Scared and embarrassed.

His cheeks flamed red at the thought of every moment he had spent with the famed shadowsinger. The outbursts he’d had, the hope he’d had. So he stayed silent, letting Azriel dictate the conversation.

“From the glares she gives me every time I see her, I assume that you must have strong feelings on the subject.” Azriel continued. “I can’t begin to imagine what you must have thought of me, what you must have thought of yourself.” Azriel turned, and Kaden was shocked to see the tear stains marring the emotionless male’s face.

“Stop.” This wasn’t a conversation Kaden wanted to have. Not now, not ever. He never wanted to have to face Azriel again.

“I can explain, Kaden.” Azriel stepped forward, and hand outreached.

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t need to hear whatever explanation you plan on giving me, and as far as I’m concerned you needn’t bother yourself with me again.” Kaden stepped away from Azriel and made a beeline in the other direction. Felix was sure to still be awake, probably making dinner, and his friend never said no to guests or to the opportunity to cook for them.

Kaden could hear Azriel following him, and was grateful that no other Illyrians sullied themselves with this area of the camp.

“I wanted to tell you,” Azriel grabbed Kaden’s arm, forcing him to stop and look at him. “But I wanted to wait until I had something to give you, more than just my home and family.”

Kaden shook off his arm, but still stayed focused on Azriel. “With all due respect, fuck off. I don’t need whatever pathetic story you’re going to tell me just so you’re okay with Felix and Eleana again. I know the truth now, and I’m not mad, but I can’t stand here and listen to this bullshit.”

There was a small part of Kaden that was curious to what lie Azriel would tell, but there was also a small part of him that had started to believe that he was worth something. And for that tiny, miniscule part to grow, Kaden had to stop lingering on things like this.

“I’m not the one you want to speak to right now,” Kaden lowered his voice. “Go see Felix and Eleana. Make amends. I won’t interfere. The last thing I want is for them to be angry at you for this, and if it’s any consolation, they won’t be for long. You mean far too much to them for that.” Kaden was telling the truth. The last thing he wanted was for them to be mad at their uncle, and he could see them already wavering. That morning alone, Felix had extra scones and his first thought was to send them to Azriel; Azriel loved his scones! Then he looked at Kaden, and lowered his hands, and the scones remained where they were. This is not what Kaden wanted. Felix’s family was a gift, truly beautiful, and never did he want something to change that, least of all him.

“You have to believe me.” Azriel begged. Kaden had never heard the man beg, and didn’t like it – didn’t like him lowering himself like that. “It’s not that I don’t – that I don’t want you as part of my family. My wife adores you, I think you are a brilliant young man. But I wanted you to come when you were more secure in yourself. When you weighed your self-worth as more than just the relationships you had with people. That isn’t a way to sustain yourself. I thought that if I could give you more, some information about your past, make you believe you didn’t have to live in that damn tent, then you could see what I see. What Felix sees.”

Azriel had piqued Kaden’s interest, and he started really listening. Taking in Azriel’s words.

“Mor has done so much in the past few months, everything she can to try and find your mother-”

His mother?

“-so we could piece together your past, and help you heal.” Azriel finished. Only now did Kaden realise that Azriel was holding something to the side in his other hand. It was an old book, rotting and mouldy, but Azriel was holding it like it was the most precious treasure. “Mor found this today in Ralis, having been thrown out from Hewn City. It’s a diary of a young fae who became pregnant after a drunken night with an Illyrian on Starfall. She inquired further, and it’s been in the possession of local faeries for nearly twenty years.”

Kaden started shaking as Azriel tried to hand the book to him, jerking his head in protest. “I don’t want it.”

“It’s about you. It could only be about you.”

“There’s a mistake. You’ve made a mistake.” Kaden took a faltering step back. “My mother didn’t love me, she never would’ve written about me.”

“There is so much you don’t know. Take this, read it, and summon me if you would like to talk.” Azriel gave him the book, shoving it forcefully, but carefully, into Kaden’s quivering hands, before disappearing.

Kaden looked down at the fraying book, and stumbled his way to Felix’s home. If the contents of this diary were about him, he didn’t think he could read it on his own.

When he came to Felix’s, he just walked in. It was a habit that he had adopted lately, and he knew that he should be politer and knock, but thoughts of etiquette often left his mind when he was this emotional. He senses went straight to the kitchen, smelling the comforting aromas of basil and garlic as Felix cooked. Felix’s baking sometimes overshadowed his cooking, but both were immaculate.

“Felix!” He called out, and went to sit down on the couch. He hummed in amusement when he noticed that Felix had cleaned it.

“My favourite bastard returns!” Felix replied from the kitchen.

Kaden didn’t say anything, just let Felix finish and come out in his own time. He was in no rush, and didn’t want to disturb his friend any more than he had to.

He waited, and Felix came out minutes later with dinner for them both – pasta with a lovely tomato sauce and minced beef. Felix handed him a plate and sat next to him, wasting no time as he began munching away at his meal. Kaden did the same, forgetting the book and just letting himself enjoy a hearty dinner.

They were both done and leaning back when Felix asked him why he had come by.

“Azriel came to visit me.”

Felix raised his eyebrow. “And what did he say?”

“He gave me this.” Kaden pulled the book out from the couch next to him and handed it to Felix. Felix wiped his hands on his pants then scanned through the pages, but stopped soon after the beginning.

“This is… your mothers? How can that be?” Felix closed the book with care, smoothing his hands over the cover.

“I don’t know.” Kaden admitted. “But I do know I can read it alone.”

Felix nodded, and moved the book between them so that, together, they could read it from start to finish.

____

Kaden sat in silence next to his friend, both too blown away by what they just read to speak. It had been like this for nearly an hour, since the moment they closed the book, the last and only words of Kaden’s mother that they would ever know still splayed before them.

He couldn’t remember her a single bit, and know he knew why. He had always had this image of pure truth in his mind. The story of his mother was one that he thought he knew. Now, he realised he didn’t know much of anything.

Kaden felt a surge of love for the nameless, faceless fae that had birthed him.

Reading her diary was heart-wrenching in a way he had never felt before. Reading her words, now knowing how much she loved him… It was something else entirely.

“She didn’t give you away.” Felix shuddered.

“No.”

“Your name isn’t Kaden.”

“Apparently not.”

“And she fought for you with everything she had. She wanted to keep you, until her last moments.”

“It’s not clear whether she died or not.”

Felix placed a hand on his arm, and Kaden could see the unshed tears lining his eyes. “Hope is a dangerous force of nature when focused on the wrong person. What Keir did to her was a death sentence, Kaden. Make no mistake in that.”

Kaden let out a trembling breath, his eyes squeezing shut in an effort to hold back his emotion. Why had Azriel given him this? If what he was saying was true, and Lady Morrigan had been searching all these months to find information on his mother so that they might piece together his broken past… Well, that would mean that they care. A lot.

Could this mean – could this possibly mean that he might one day have a family? One of his own flesh and blood, that cared for him despite his shortcomings. People that he could stand there, waiting for him after the Bloodrite, one day invite to his wedding, introduce his children to, someone to be proud of him.

Kaden looked down at the last passage in in mother’s diary, still open in his hands.

My most lovely Dimitri, how I love him so. One day, maybe once we’re both stars racing across the night, I will chase him and join him again. I hope they told me the truth, and that he is now with his father, stretching his beautiful wings to the wind and singing the song of the sky. My little boy, the most precious baby, I will never forget his curls and smile until my very last breath.

I can no longer fight. I can barely move my hand, but I want this etched somewhere so that at least when I lose my mind, I will never lose him. From the moment I felt him growing, the life he breathed into my soul, I knew he was the only thing I ever needed to be happy. How I have been blessed!! Although I am to remain forever in this retched place, with people who are not my kin nor my friends, I am glad that my baby boy will be free.

I am crying, so profusely that I’m worried my tears will smear the ink as I write this. I can’t help but see the wonderful future he is to have without me. I want to see in person the first time he takes flight, his first steps, his firsts words. I want to be there when he trains, uses his special magic. I already know that he will have the finest of wives, and it ruins me to think that I will never see him marry. He is but a baby, but I can see his whole future ahead of him.

A future that I am not in.

I don’t anyone to ever make the mistake of thinking that I don’t love him. That I don’t want my son. He’s gone, and soon I will be too. If the Mother is gracious, maybe she will let me watch him as a cloud.

It ended there, with a spatter of ink droplets on the page.

“Where can I – if I found out more about the punishments then I could find her. Who would I speak to? Could you take me there, to Hewn City?” Kaden – or should he call himself Dimitri? – pleaded with his friend.

“If you want more, you need to speak to Mor.” Felix shook his head and pinched the base of his nose. “This is huge.”

“What are you on about?”

Felix started down at him and the book. “I’m so very incredibly happy for you. Now run along and sneak into Velaris you pesky bastard.”

_____

Kaden didn’t know exactly which house belonged to Azriel and Lady Morrigan, but it wasn’t hard to track them. He reached a house that was shockingly colourful, with plants growing on every conceivable service. He could see lamps lit inside, the whole place as bright as a star, and before he knocked he tried to slow his heavy breathing. Why was it only in the worst of circumstances that he came to Velaris? This was Eleana’s home, and one day he hoped he would be able to see it the way she did. Now, whenever he thought of the city, he couldn’t help the feeling of dread that entered his body.

When he felt he was calm enough, he knocked on the door.

Lady Morrigan was the one to open it. She was wearing practical clothing, a sturdy blouse and leather pants, and was holding a steaming cup of tea. She looked shocked to see him, and Kaden could feel pink starting to stain his cheeks.

“Lady Morrigan, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“No – No. Of course not. Come in.” She ushered him inside, closing the door behind him. Kaden awkwardly stood in her doorway until she forced him into the longue, making him sit on an expensive looking arm chair. She put the tea down beside him on a side table, and then pulled a blanket out of thin air and covered him with it.

“Lady Morrigan?”

“You just sit tight right here, okay? I’ll get Azriel, and we can all speak, and you drink that tea up, it’s good for you. Take your shoes off, make yourself at home, and I’ll – and I’ll get some snacks. Are you hungry? I can make you dinner.” She rambled.

Kaden tried to move the blanket aside, but she quickly moved forward and tucked him back in again, as if going on instinct alone. “That won’t be necessary, Lady Morrigan. I’ve already eaten, and it’s nearly summer.” He moved the blanket back again, and she realised what she had been doing. She skittered back. Kaden had never seen her this shaken before.

“Yes, of course. Okay. Stay here. I’ll get Azriel, but you stay right here. I’ll be only a minute.”

She nodded in affirmation, but didn’t go anywhere. She was clearly very nervous, and Kaden felt uncomfortable that he was making her feel that way.

“I can leave, Lady Morrigan-”

“Mor. You must call me Mor.” She covered her mouth with her hands, taking in the sight of him bedraggled and sitting on her chair. “I’m sorry, Kaden. This is just not how I wanted the first time you were in our home to be.” She whispered. “Stay.” She said louder and with more surety.

She left in a flourish, so quickly that if Kaden blinked he would have missed it. He sat back in the chair and braced his hands on its arms. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of citrus and tea that inhabited their home.

He could hear muffled voices from upstairs, but they didn’t seem to be arguing. Deciding he was in much too vulnerable a position, Kaden stood up and paced around the room, observing the things Azriel and Morrigan had collected over the years. He could hear Mor and Azriel’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and his heart hammered in his chest.

He was inspecting their collection of books, many the same as Eleana’s, when Azriel cleared his throat to get his attention.

“So, my name is Dimitri and my mother didn’t give me away.” Kaden opened ruefully.

“Your name is still Kaden. It was unlikely they told my brother you already had a given name, so he gave you one. Little things like that do not change who you are.” Azriel assured him.

Kaden held up the book. “And this is everything you know?”

Lady Morrigan nodded vehemently. “Yes, yes of course.”

Kaden broke eye contact with her, and shuffled. “Is there a way to find out more? She mentions a lot about Hewn City, but it seems like she wasn’t born there. And her name? I would love to know her name.” He said wistfully.

“I will find out as much as I can, son. We,” Azriel entwined his fingers with that of his wife. “We will never stop, unless you want us to.” Azriel’s gaze was heavy on Kaden, making him look at the ground instead.

Both Azriel and Lady Morrigan were just so intense. It was hard to see them looking at him with so many expectations.

“There are other things.” Morrigan strode to him and clasped his hands in hers, the book a jumble in between them. “We want more than just to help you learn. We want to be here for you, and support you, and embrace you.” She had a broad smile on her face, but Kaden could see it was just there to hide her tears. But why was she upset?

“Please, you don’t need to be sad, Lady Morrigan. I can fend for myself, you don’t have to worry about me. Or feel guilty.” Kaden believed that was all this was.

He hadn’t even told Felix or Eleana, but since discovering that Azriel was his uncle, he remembered the time they first met. Not when Eleana was taken, but when Kaden was a mere child too shy to come out from behind his father’s legs. He was so scared of the shadowsinger, knowing who he was to the court but not who he was to his father. That didn’t unsettle him. What did, was the fact that Azriel would’ve known that he existed, and he would’ve known what happened to bastards in a family like that. And looking at the guilt that emanated from Azriel and Lady Morrigan, they had thought of this too.

“We’re not doing this out of guilt, Kaden.” Azriel spoke. “We want you. We want you to be a part of our family.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re terrific.” Morrigan answered instantly. “And we – we don’t know how to be parents, and we know you’re an adult, but we still want you in our home. We want to look after you, and show you what it’s like to have a real family. You a such a strong young man, and when I see you I see the Azriel I met over six hundred years ago, and I think about how his life changed because he met a woman who wanted him as her own. I want to be that for you.” She squeezed his hands, and he searched her face for any ill-intent.

Finding none, he squeezed her hands back, and instantly her smile became genuine.

“Come. Let us show you something.” Azriel was smiling too, and he walked away and up the stairs. Kaden followed, releasing Lady Morrigan’s hands.

They led him up and then down a corridor. All the doors were open, they were either studies, more longue rooms, or bed rooms, except for one door that remained closed. Azriel twisted the simple ebony handle and stepped inside.

It was another bedroom. The walls were a pale yellow, the floor the softest blue carpet. There was a bathroom off to the right, and a king bed pushed up against the left wall. The wall straight in front of him was all glass, giving him a wonderful view of Velaris. A stunning pianoforte was in the centre of the room. Besides that, it was bare.

“This is the room we made for you, in case you ever wanted to stay in Velaris with us.” Azriel explained.

“The bathroom is all stocked, scented soaps and candles ready to go.” Morrigan bristled into the room and started to point things out to Kaden. “The floor has just been cleaned, and I’ve left a few sets of clothing in the closet. They are yours. Everything in this room is yours. If you stay, you are here as a member of the family and it is just as much your home as it is ours. You are free to have guests over,” She moved to the bed, and pulled out a draw that was imbedded beneath. “And if you have Eleana over, I have left tonics and other various types of protection in here for your use.”

Kaden’s face flamed. He could never bring Eleana here while Azriel and Morrigan were in the house. She was too… loud.

And they were just friends. Yes. That too.

“It’s yours, if you want it.” Azriel placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe I could stay here tonight.” Kaden suggested. “It’s late, and I flew here from the camp.” These things had clearly been here for a while. The carpet was indented below the feet of the pianoforte, same with the other furniture. When Kaden peered into the closet, there was a hanger that was empty, a hanger that would’ve held the coat Lady Morrigan gave him during winter.

They had been planning this for a while.

Kaden’s hands lingered over the keys of the pianoforte, a passion he had yet to fully explore. He loved to play, often did for the children in the share houses, even sharing his meagre knowledge with them. Azriel would’ve heard him play before, or heard Felix talk about it, and had made a conscious decision that Kaden would want one in his room.

“We’ll leave you be.” Morrigan came up and pressed a kiss to his temple. “If you need anything, just call out. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning, and we can discuss what Azriel and I have been doing the past few months. I’ll warn you my pancakes aren’t as good as what you’re used to with Felix, but I’ll try my best!” She laid her palm on his face, and then left, Azriel on her heels.

“Thank you!” He called out after them.

Kaden scoured through the closet, finding a set of silk pyjamas in his size. He was hesitant to put them on, knowing he didn’t deserve them, but he did anyway. He didn’t want to offend them. He crawled into the bed, and it was so comfortable and big that he nearly drowned in it and he wouldn’t have minded.

It was strange though. He had never slept in a bed without Eleana, and he didn’t know if he wanted to. Maybe he would summon her just for tonight, so he could debrief her on the day’s events. Azriel and Morrigan said she was more than welcome.

Yes. Calling Eleana. He just might do that.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acohad #a court of hearts and darkness #feysand #moriel #fanfic

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The Pirate Prince Chapter 4

The Pirate Prince

Chapter 4: The Fierce Deity

Link swirled his drink around in his glass. It’d been a month since the loss of Hylia’s Might and they still didn’t have another ship. In that time Link and many other crew members had been back to Hylia’s Might and salvaged what they could, rupees, gold, various treasures. They also found that some of the crew members they’d thought dead were still alive. Ralis, a training doctor, who had been stabbed during the loss of Hylia’s Might, Teba, who was fortunate to be alive, Crash, a Goron who’d been hit with a cannon ball and Mira and Telma, a couple of Gerudo women, Telma being the ship’s cook and Mira being a gunner.

Link quietly hummed to himself, before taking another sip of his drink.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” Asked a female voice, Link turned to his left and came face to face with a Kokiri woman with green hair.

“…You’re a Koriri.” Said Link, after a short pause, “The Kokiri are extinct.”

“I’ll try not to feel insulted.” Said the Woman, having to hold her glass in both her hands.

Link just stared at her, trying to figure out where she came from.

“It’s rude to stare.” Said the Kokiri.

“How come you’re not in your forest with you friends?” Asked Link, deciding to go straight to the point.

“I was looking for one of my friends, but he’s probably dead by now.” Said the Kokiri, sadness evident on her face.

“Why would he be dead?” Asked Link, leaning backwards slightly.

“Because the last time I saw him was millennia ago, over ten thousand years, I think.” Said the little lady.

“So, you are a Kokiri.” Said Link, looking around her, “Where’s your fairy?”

“How Rude!” Exclaimed a high-pitched voice, “You don’t just ask anyone if they have a fairy!”

A little ball of green-blue light suddenly appeared in Link’s face.

“Avin.” Said the Kokiri, in a scolding tone.

“Sorry, Saria.” Said the fairy, going back to just under the girls’ ear.

“You’re name’s Saria, as in the Forest Sage?” Asked Link, excitement growing inside him, “the one that Vah Arisa is named after?”

Saria nodded, “You now know my name, so what’s yours?”

“I’m Link, the commander of a betrayed crew and a near wreckage of a ship.” Said Link, not noticing how Saria’s eyes widened a fraction.

Link’s attention was suddenly drawn to a Twili Woman with red hair. Saria followed Link’s gaze and inwardly snorted, her friend, even after thousands of years of reincarnation was still easily distracted.

The Twili woman walked up to Link, making the Hylian stand up.

“I hear you’re looking for a crew.” Said the Woman, looking down at Link, as the Hylian only came up to her chin.

“I’m also looking for a ship.” Said Link, leaning backwards to look her in the eye.

The woman laughed, “Cute, I’m Midna.”

“Link.” Responded Link, “I now know who to ask for when I come back with a ship.”

The woman smiled mischievously and leant down so her mouth was next to Link’s ear, “I’m not just looking for someone to command me, I’m also looking to travel.” She then gave Link’s ear a little bite, before sauntering off.

Link’s face resembled that of a tomato before he excused himself ad walked outside. Link just continued to walk, thinking on what had just happened. Before he fell down a hole in the ground.

/TPP/

“Presenting, the Patriarch of the Goron Tribe, Darus the XIV (fourteenth).” Bellowed the Doorman, as the Gorons entered the ball room.

King Henrik Ludicrous Hyrule tried not to grimace when he shook Darbus’s hand.

Hilda gently sighed, Henrik was a vain arrogant man, a noble born from a lesser known family, if Hyrule hadn’t just gone through a war then he wouldn’t be her husband and father to Zelda.

“Presenting, the Chief of the Shiekah Tribe, Impaya.” Yelled the Doorman, as the bodyguards to the royal line entered, normally there were on two or three in the castle at a time, but tonight there were near twenty. If the war hadn’t taken place, then Zelda’s father would’ve been part of said tribe, but on the wars final day he was ambushed, there wasn’t enough of him left for a burial.

A Woman the same age as Hilda walked up to the Queen and grasped her hand, “It’s been too long, sister.”

Hilda smiled, as Impaya went to join her fellow Sheikah, not even giving Henrik the time of day.

“Presenting, King Kargok of the Twili.” Proclaimed the Doorman. Roughly a hundred years ago, the Twili had returned to the realm of the light, the Mirror of Twilight deep within their home, which lead to another world.

“Presenting, Savara, Cheiftess of the Rito Clans.” Shouted the doorman, as three Rito entered the ball room.

Zelda bit back a yawn and discreetly looked out the window, trying to catch a glimpse at the Colossi of the Skies circling over hear, sometimes joined by Vah Medoh.

“Presenting, His royal highness King Sidon Dorephan Zora, King of the Zora Domain.” Exclaimed the Doorman, as an elderly Red Zora Male walked into the hall.

“Presenting, the Great Mido, boss of the Kokiri.” Announce the Doorman, as a short humanoid with orange hair walked into the Hall. Many in the hall had belived that the Kokiri had gone extinct in the last few wars and the Great Calamity.

“Presenting, King Ganondorf Dragmire, King of the Gerudo warriors, and his wife; Nabooru, Chief of the Gerudo warriors.” Yelled the Doorman. Zelda immediately perked up, where there were Gerudo, there was Aryll and where there was Aryll, there was Link. Zelda searched for the two blondes, spotting Aryll with Bunoora, Aryll’s bodyguard and sister. Aryll was more of a philosopher than a warrior, with Link it was almost reversed, he was a cunning warrior, managing to bring the captain of her father’s personal guard to his knees in a couple of the past tournaments.

Link was like Aryll in his studies, which was some form of miracle given how messy Link’s hand-writing was, his only problem was that he craved adventure, which resulted in more than a couple arguments with both Ganondorf and Nabooru after he started chasing fairy tales.

Zelda continued to search for Link, but all of the Gerudo/Gerudo family had entered, with the doors slamming shut behind them. Ganondorf and Nabooru marched up to Hilda and Henrik.

“Your Majesty.” Bowed Ganondorf, addressing Hilda, before turning to Henrik, “Worm.”

“Filth.” Sneered Henrik, “where’s the other spawn you stole?”

Ganondorf growled slightly, before Nabooru placed her hand on his arm.

“Don’t, he’s not worth the stain on your blade.” Said Nabooru, no showing any emotion.

With her parents occupied, Zelda snuck over to Aryll and Bunoora.

“Where’s Link?” whispered Zelda, looking at Aryll.

“He and Dad had a fight, Link vanished afterwards, we haven’t seen him since.” Said Aryll, her eyes downcast.

Zelda’s chest tightened and a lump formed in her throat.

“I’m sure he’ll come back.” Said Zelda, hoping to placate Aryll.

Worry started to gnaw away at Zelda, the bond that Link and Ganondorf had was a strong one, so what had been said must’ve been heart breaking. Zelda was interrupted from her thoughts by the roof of the ball room being torn out and Skyloft landing in the middle of the room. The Colossus took one look at Hilda before killing her and attacking everyone around it. No one noticed a cloaked figure slipping away.

/TPP/

Link groaned before clutching his head. He lit a small fire in the palm of his hand before looking around and his jaw dropped.

He was on a ship.

An empty ship, no crew, no captain, nothing.

Link grinned before looking around and spotting six other ships, each of the same class but in their own stead, completely unique. Link felt as if his birthday had come early, which was ironic as it was the same day the Might had be rendered derelict.

A rope fell down behind Link, and Alfonzo, Mikau and Darunia landed behind him.

“Captain, are you alright?” Asked Mikau, taking a step towards Link.

“Gentlemen, welcome home.” Said Link, his eye alight like the stars.

A/N: Right, I should point something out, I’ve made up three more Divine Beasts, so Ruta, Medoh, Naboris and Rudania are still around, the three new ones are called Nadimis, Pamis and Arisa (Hylian, Sheikah and Kokiri respectively) The Kokiri are back, as are the Twili.

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