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tigerkirby215 · 4 years ago

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5e Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness build (My Little Pony: FIM)

(Artwork by SophiesPlushies on DeviantArt.)

Like, it took me a solid 5 minutes to find the first image in this post and I had to sift through so much softcore porn to find it. I didn’t even find it by searching DeviantArt I had to go on fucking derpibooru oh my lord.

Anyways: here’s another shit brony build because people don’t hate me enough! Well that and I do genuinely love the characters from My Little Pony, and think that they’d be fun to make builds for. But feel free to call me a garbage brony at your leisure.

These are the words of a man who has been beaten down after being a brony for around 10 years.

GOALS

I'm just good with animals - Fluttershy talks to animals. That’s one of the main things she does really.

I'm doing this because you're my very best friend - As the element of kindness we of course need to share our heart and soul with our friends.

Nopony pushes new Fluttershy around! - MLP Wiki makes an express point of mentioning The Stare in Fluttershy’s powers, so of course we’ll do our best to include that.

RACE

Before you say anything no I’m not a pegasi stan just because I did both Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. Regardless Aaracokra still makes the most sense for Fluttershy unfortunately because there’s few bird races and fewer flying races.

As an Aaracokra you +2 to Dexterity and +1 to Wisdom which we’ll be keeping because I don’t know if your DM will allow Tasha’s rules. You also get 50 feet of Flight but you can’t be wearing Medium or Heavy Armor to do this, which means I don’t get to say “something something Medium Armor.” And finally you can buck someone to deal damage equal to a d4 plus your Strength; technically their Talons which deal slashing damage but feel free to view them however you want.

If I was to build Fluttershy I’d honestly use the Owlfolk UA race (which will hopefully be out in Wild Beyond the Witchlight and / or Strixhaven) for a multitude of reasons, the most notable of which being the fact that you can fly with Medium armor as an Owlfolk. But the Detect Magic Ritual ability is also nice as is the reaction to stop yourself from falling. Unfortunately Aaracokra technically made more sense since Fluttershy can’t detect magic.

Basically even I have to make choices which are suboptimal in order to ensure maximum roleplay, and even when I play my builds I change them to make them better to play.

ABILITY SCORES

15; WISDOM - You are compassionate and good with animals: both those things are Wisdom skills!

14; DEXTERITY - Since I can’t go “something something medium armor” for this build (yay Aaracokra) I guess getting a 16 in DEX thanks to your race is a good call. If playing an Owlfolk or something you can afford to having 14 total in DEX, as you can then wear medium armor.

13; CONSTITUTION - Look, roleplay stats are great and all but so is not dying.

12; CHARISMA - You are cute small pony... bird... Pony-bird...

10; INTELLIGENCE - Most of your time was spent taking care of animals and most of your knowledge comes from on-hand training as opposed to studying. Basically you’re not Twilight.

8; STRENGTH - As a young filly Rainbow Dash would do most of the heavy lifting for you. As a young mare Rainbow Dash still does most the heavy lifting for you. She is a Barbarian after all!

BACKGROUND

Most ponies know to come to you if their pets are in trouble, and if you’ve ever had pets you know the doctor that helps them is a true Folk Hero. As a Folk Hero you get proficiency in Animal Handling (yay) but I’d swap the Survival proficiency out for Stealth because well... you’re very good at hiding. You also get proficiency with Land Vehicles (most Land Vehicles in D&D are controlled by animals; usually horses! Wait... aren’t you a horse?) and an Artisan’s Tool of your choice: go for Carpenter’s Tools to make some bird houses and chicken coops!

After living in Ponyville for so long most ponies are willing to give you some Rustic Hospitality, giving you a warm place to rest and recover... as long as you can get over your crippling shyness! Eep!

(Artwork by probablyfakeblonde on DeviantArt.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - CLERIC 1

Starting off as a Cleric because I thought Wisdom and Charisma saves were more fitting for Fluttershy, and for the Insight and Medicine skill proficiencies.

As a Cleric you get to choose your subclass at level 1, and there’s nothing you love more than a little bit of Peace and quiet. As a Peace Cleric you get proficiency in Performance thanks to Implement of Peace, for those great MLP song numbers. But more importantly you can call on the power of friendship for an Emboldening Bond!

As an action, you choose a number of friends within 30 feet of you (this can include yourself) equal to your proficiency bonus. Your friendship bonds them together for 10 minutes or until you use this feature again. While any bonded creature is within 30 feet of another they get a d4 they can add to an attack roll, ability check, or saving throw once per turn. You can use this feature a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

And finally we can talk about the Spellcasting! You get three cantrips from the Cleric list at level 1: Guidance is always welcome among friends, and Spare the Dying can be a literal life safer! Other than that you are still expected to fight in D&D so take Sacred Flame to defend yourself. You can also prepare a number of spells equal to your Cleric level plus your Wisdom modifier. As a Peace Domain Cleric you can inspire Heroism among your friends, or protect yourself (and hide!) with Sanctuary.

Other than that Healing Word is a staple healing spell (we aren’t taking Cure Wounds right now for reasons but feel free to prepare it), Shield of Faith will let you defend your allies, Protection from Evil and Good will help you invoke the Elements of Harmony against the big bad of the season, and Detect Evil and Good will help you find the Elements of Harmony!

You could also take Bless, but I’m not going to tell you to take Bless because optimizers would crucify me for telling you to double up on d4s.

LEVEL 2 - CLERIC 2

Second level Clerics get their Channel Divinity once per short rest and you have a variety of options to choose from:

Turn Undead will make skeletons and zombies not want to hurt the cute little ponies, which will force them to run away for awhile.

Balm of Peace (the main reason we took the second level in Cleric) will let you run around and heal all your friends for 2d6 plus your Wisdom modifier.

And Harness Divine Power (ty Tasha’s) will let you recover a spell slot, but can only be used a limited amount of times per Long Rest.

You can also prepare another spell and be a little less nice with Command. Telling your enemies to “LOVE” isn’t going to be that effective, but making them grovel or drop works just as fine.

LEVEL 3 - RANGER 1

When you spend enough time around animals you’re automatically either a Ranger or a Druid. Quinn? Never heard of ‘em. Regardless multiclassing into Ranger gives you proficiency in a skill from the Ranger list and it’s good to know about Nature so you can find plants to help your fluffy buddies! Deft Explorer also gives you two language proficiencies (again: pick your poison) and Expertise in a skill. You’ll never guess which skill we’ll be getting... it’s Animal Handling. You’re good with animals.

We actually aren’t going to be taking Favored Foe because we aren’t using weapons for one, but more importantly despite it’s name Favored Enemy is also good for tracking friends! You have advantage on Survival checks to track your favored “enemies”, as well as on Intelligence checks to recall information about them. Go for Beasts to easily find a feathered or fluffy friend! Oh and you also get more languages because I don’t know why, so again pick your poison.

LEVEL 4 - RANGER 2

Second level Rangers get their Fighting Style, or as I like to call it your Helping Style because we’ll be going for Druidic Warrior! You can pick up two cantrips from the Druid list: I opted for Druidcraft (you can grow some flowers for your friends; yay!) and Mending to tend to your cottage.

And of course with cantrips we also get more Spellcasting! You can learn two spells from the Druid list: you’re never not going to want Cure Wounds (which is why we didn’t take it earlier btw) and Animal Friendship is an obvious must.

LEVEL 5 - RANGER 3

Third level Rangers get to choose their Ranger Archetype and we’ll be going for the Gloomsta- Ah you all know it’s going to be Beast Master. You get a Ranger’s Companion not from the PHB but from Tasha’s! The Beast of Land would make the most sense and while it’s probably expected that they be a wolf or something you can pretend that you’re playing Fighting is Magic and have Angel Bunny fight for you! Anyways here’s a crash course on your new fluffy friend:

Their AC is equal to 13 plus your proficiency bonus (currently 16.)

Their health is equal to 5 + five times your Ranger level (currently 20) and they have a number of d8 hit die equal to your Ranger level.

They have a 40 foot movement speed and a 40 foot climbing speed.

You can command it to attack with your bonus action; it has the same hit chance as your spell hit chance (WIS mod + Prof Bonus [currently 6]) and deals a d8 + 2 + prof bonus damage.

If they move at least 20 feet straight toward a target and then hit with an attack on the same turn, the target takes an extra 1d6 slashing damage and must make a Strength saving throw against your spell save DC (if they’re a creature.) If they fail they’re knocked prone.

You can command the beast to attack, dash, disengage, or hide with your bonus action.

If you don’t command it they take the dodge action.

You can revive them with a spell of first level or higher 1 hour after they die, and can change your beast after a long rest.

Man, who knew that taking care of a pet was so difficult? Well you also get Primeval Awareness (because Primal Awareness actually doesn’t work that well for this build.) You can use your action and one spell slot to sense the following types of creatures within 1 mile of you: aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. This lasts for one minute, and doesn’t reveal the creatures’ location or number.

And you learn another spell: Goodberry is good to feed yourself and all your friends! As long as they’re okay with eating berries, of course. C’mon... they’re good for you! Pleeeease?

(Artwork by AssasinMonkey on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 6 - RANGER 4

Finally an Ability Score Improvement... or Feat? We’ll be going for Eldritch Adept, which is admittedly weird but it’s the only way to get Beast Speech so you can Speak with Animals at will! Is total level 6 a little late to finally be able to speak with animals? Yeah, but this is unlimited so it fits better and doesn’t spend your spell slots.

LEVEL 7 - CLERIC 3

Finally back to Cleric land which means finally we can prepare some second level spells! As a Peace domain Cleric you automatically get Aid and Warding Bond prepared, both of which are very good for keeping your friends alive. You can also finally get Hold Person to finally have The Stare!

LEVEL 8 - CLERIC 4

Level 4 in Cleric means another Ability Score Improvement: Wisdom is still your core stat so increasing that by 2 would be your best choice.

You also get another cantrip at this level, and can prepare two more spells! For cantrips I’d recommend Light to see with your dumb bird eyes unless you’re an Owlfolk, and I’d recommend preparing Lesser Restoration and Enhance Ability to further boost your friends.

(Artwork by Koveliana on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 9 - CLERIC 5

5th level Clerics can now Destroy Undead of CR 1/2 or lower with their Channel Divinity. Don’t feel too bad about it; they were big dumb meanies anyways!

You can also prepare third level spells too! As a Peace Domain Cleric you get Beacon of Hope to help with healing, and Spike can send letters out for you with Sending. You can also prepare Dispel Magic in case Twilight needs help with more dangerous spells.

LEVEL 10 - CLERIC 6

6th level Peace Clerics get Protective Bond. When a creature affected by your Emboldening Bond is about to take damage, another bonded creature within 30 feet of the first can use its reaction to teleport to an unoccupied space within 5 feet of the first creature. That creature then takes all the damage instead. It’s worth mentioning that since this specifies “creature” you can actually bond with your beast companion and have it use its reaction, or have others go in to defend angel.

You can also prepare another third level spell like Revivify, so you don’t lose any friends. And to top it off you can use your Channel Divinity twice per short rest! Woohoo!

LEVEL 11 - CLERIC 7

7th level Cleric, 4th level spells. As a Peace Domain Cleric you get Aura of Purity to protect your friends, and Otiluke’s Resilient Sphere to put your enemies in time out. You can also prepare another spell like Freedom of Movement, in case you need to run!

LEVEL 12 - CLERIC 8

8th level Clerics get a variety of features. To start off you get an Ability Score Improvement, which means we can finally cap off your Wisdom for maximum spellcasting! This also means you can prepare more spells, but we’re actually going to hold off on getting more spells for now.

You can also put a little more LOVE into your spells with Potent Spellcasting, adding your Wisdom modifier to the damage of your Cleric cantrips. And finally your Channel Divinity will now Destroy Undead or CR 1 or lower.

LEVEL 13 - CLERIC 9

The reason we held off on getting more Cleric spells last level is because now we get those big 5th level spells! As a Peace Domain Cleric you can help your friends out of any jam with Greater Restoration, and know what they really mean to say thanks to Rary’s Telepathic Bond.

You can also prepare some of those big hitter spells like Mass Cure Wounds to save your friends, and you can cast both Dawn and Summon Celestial to call on Celestia herself! Isn’t that Twilight’s job? Well, it’s still good to have contacts!

(Artwork by CigarsCigarettes on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 14 - RANGER 5

Now that we’ve got all the support we could need for our friends it’s time to return to our roots and focus on Angel! Feel free to focus more on Ranger instead of Cleric if you so desire when building this yourself; I simply opted for more healing instead of damage.

We’re finally 5th level with Ranger which finally means you’ll be getting an Extra Attack!... Which you probably won’t use because you can use cantrips instead. Well it’s still nice to have?

The good thing though is that you can learn more Ranger spells like Healing Spirit, which is a really strong healing spell that was kinda gutted by erratas. But it’s still nice and efficient regardless of what spell slot you casted it at, effectively being a 6d6 heal for a second level spell slot!

LEVEL 15 - RANGER 6

6th level Rangers can now add Roving to their list of skills from Deft Explorer. Your movement speed increases by 5 feet, and you get both a climbing and swimming speed equal to your walking speed. Is total level 15 a little late to get a 30 foot movement speed? Yeah probably, but every little bit helps!

Speaking of another little bit you get another Favored Enemy... I mean friend! ...I don’t know pick whatever you think will be relevant for the campaign. Also yes: you do get more languages, because Ranger.

LEVEL 16 - RANGER 7

7th level Beast Masters have Exceptional Training with their Animal Companion. You can use a bonus action to command the beast to take the Dash, Disengage, or Help action on its turn... which you could already do anyways thanks to Tasha’s.

I’d say that after Tasha’s this feature would work even if you don’t command your beast, but as always discuss the rules with your DM.

Well at least Angel’s attacks count as magical to overcome resistances, which is good because you were probably dealing with nonmagical resistance for awhile now.

You can also prepare another spell like Pass Without Trace, so you and your friends can sneak around unseen. Pass Without Trace is one of those spells that is always useful regardless of what level you are, so picking it up now is still useful!

LEVEL 17 - RANGER 8

8th level Rangers get another Ability Score Improvement. You’ve probably noticed our uneven Constitution score by this point: yeah that was because we were going to grab Resilient Constitution at some point. Increasing your CON gives you a nice +17 to your health and makes your Constitution saves (and concentration saves!) a +8 total.

You’ve also spent so much time on the ground moving through nonmagical difficult terrain costs you no extra movement thanks to Land’s Stride. You can also pass through nonmagical plants without being slowed by them or taking damage from them. Additionally, you have advantage on saving throws against plants that are magically created or manipulated to impede movement. You may be able to fly but that doesn’t mean being able to move on the ground isn’t useful!

(Artwork by AssasinMonkey on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 18 - RANGER 9

9th level Rangers can learn third level spells, and you’ve probably spent enough time training with Rainbow Dash by this point to make a Wind Wall to protect your friends! (Basically the Ranger spell list sucks and we’re only really going down Ranger still for more subclass features.)

LEVEL 19 - RANGER 10

You get a new feature from Deft Explorer at this level: you are now Tireless! As an action you can give yourself a number of temporary hit points equal to 1d8 plus your Wisdom modifier (so 5.) You can use this action a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest. Additionally whenever you finish a short rest your exhaustion level is decreased by 1.

You’re also a master of avoiding social interaction. Nature’s Veil lets you turn invisible as a Bonus Action until the start of your next turn. You can also use this feature a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and regain all expended uses when you finish a Long Rest.

LEVEL 20 - RANGER 11

11th level Beast Masters can invoke Bestial Fury! With 11 level in Ranger and 20 total levels in this build your Animal Companion can now... attack twice! Look Beast Master is playable now, I never said it was good.

At least you can learn one last Ranger spell: in your ultimate stand against darkness Daylight will help you banish the dark! ...Or something. Look again: the Ranger spell list sucks.

FINAL BUILD

PROS

You do not hurt my friends! You got that? - Even with the multiclassing you still get spell slots up to 7th level, and have more than enough magic to shake a stick at. Not to mention that Angel will always be by your side to pump out a bit more damage with your Bonus Action!

You’re the cutest thing ever - Maxed out Wisdom was rather expected from a Cleric, but Expertise in Animal Handling combined with unlimited Beast Speech means that you can easily make friends with any beast you come across! Just make sure your DM is okay with you giving a hydra belly rubs.

Whatever you wanna do is fine... - You’ve got quite a good mix of features that will help you both in and out of combat, meaning that there’s plenty that your friends can rely on you to help with! In fact there’s a lot of things that only you can do as a Ranger which are quite helpful!

CONS

You’re such a loudmouth... - Most of your class resources only come back after a Long Rest, with only your Channel Divinity coming back after a Short Rest. You’re still plenty capable with just Angel by your side but don’t spend everything in one fight, or else you’ll be left with nothing but Sacred Flame and Animal Companion attacks.

Are you coughing because... - So let’s talk about Angel: even with 11 levels in Ranger they’re not great. AC of 19 is pretty good but they’ll probably max out around 60 HP. Your average Wizard will have more HP than this by level 20. Two maul attacks will do decent damage but you could get equal value out of Spiritual Weapon, and you only get the second attack with Angel at total build level 20. And yeah for most of this build Angel is going to be sitting around 25 max HP, meaning they’re likely to go down a lot. Aid can help keep your pets healthy and happy but don’t be upset when your level 4 Ranger companion keeps going down.

Awful, just awful! - We kinda miss the best of both worlds for the sake of a build that’s “in-character.” No 10th level of Cleric means no Divine Intervention (even if it’s only a 10% chance it’s still good to have), and no 12th level of Ranger means no ASIs. One good thing about this build is that it does peak around level 10 or so where the multiclassing doesn’t start to damage it, but if you really expect to run all the way to level 20 I’d sooner play either a straight Ranger or a straight Cleric.

But you’re coming along to share your kindness with everypony around you, and guide your friends to victory! Use your expertise to keep your friends alive while Angel kicks some major tail! Get down and be assertive, but remember not to push yourself too hard. Everypony already loves you for who you are, even if you’re in fact a little shy.

(Artwork by Rodrigues404 on DeviantArt.)

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witchiswriting · 4 years ago

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‘Tis the Damn Season Chapter 1

Summary: Pre-Apocalypse. Adrielle left her town and Negan behind three years ago but when she comes back along with her feelings she found the man she couldn’t get over is moved on. Dealing with depression at the same time, could Adrielle find what she’s looking for?

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Depressed Main Character, Mental Illnes

Author’s Note: This is a story I came up with when I listened to Taylor’s Tis the Damn Season song. I don’t know how but the song painted a really clear picture for this story. So, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. Also it’s my participation to @band--psycho‘s Music Writing Challenge.

Pairings: Negan x Adrielle (OC)

Enjoying feeling of the melting snowflake on tip of your nose, you watched the town you could never leave behind. No matter how long it has been, this place has been with you all the time. Thinking about the Christmas dinners your mother served every year even though you were absent in all of them for the past 3 years. During those years you thought you were healed, or you made yourself believe it. The difference doesn’t matter, you’re here because of him. Because you can’t deny your feelings anymore. You miss the man you hurt the most.

After all the things that took place and all the disasters you left behind your departure, you couldn't control your feelings and fears anymore. So, you left LA for the holiday season and came back to spend Christmas with your family, and if you are lucky enough, with him.

In the past 3 years you thought if he moved on and found someone else who is worthy of his love. The possibility left a bitter taste in your mouth. You know you are being selfish but imagining him with some other woman makes your heart ache. So, you’d done what you do best, drowning yourself in meaningless relationship and casual sex yet it wasn’t enough to stop that nasty voice in your head, none of them were him.

Shutting down your cruel mind, you quickly pushed the thoughts away. You were standing in front of the door of your home, your parents’ home to be correct. You put on the best smile on your face and knocked the wooden surface.

In a rush the door opened, and you found your mom, Jane, in front of you, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. The years added a few wrinkles around her eyes, but her emerald green orbs shined with the same tenderness. Her hair was longer, and it suited her sharp features just right.

'Oh, thank goodness, you're finally here' Jane took you between her welcoming arms, surrounding you with that welcoming feeling you’d never forgotten, holding you tightly. 'Adrielle Pamela Wintringham! If you dare not coming back and visit us every year, you'll find me on your door with my bags. This is a serious threat miss!' She laughed into your raven hair.

Before being able to answer your mom, you heard a pair of very familiar footsteps. Your father, the only man you trust with your own life, is now standing right before you.

'Jane, leave the poor girl alone. If you keep saying shit like that, she will probably change her identity and start a new life who knows goddamn where.' He joked, showing his pearly whites.

Leaving your mom, you took a big step and hugged your dad. The break which lasted for 3 years made you miss your family more than you could ever imagine. 'Well, dad don't worry. I'll be coming back every year from now on. I missed you so much, guys.' You didn't even try to hold your tears back.

William laughed smoothly. 'C'mon Elle, let's get inside before we all get our asses frozen as shit.'

Stepping into the house, you immediately went back to 3 years back. Nothing has changed. The beige couch you used to spend your days on is still located at the same place, the warm colour of the walls never failed to make you feel at ease, the shelves are still stuffed with your and your sister’s pictures. Though a new one caught your eye, she was standing with her volleyball team, holding the medal she probably won and next to him was the person you wanted to see most and avoid at the same time.

He had that charming smile on his lips, of course he has changed over the years, the salt and pepper beard took its place around his mouth. You remembered the feel of his stubble on your skin. ‘Fucking great’ you thought, years did him good. He was more handsome than you remembered, and you used to think it wasn’t possible.

Clearing her throat, Jane interrupted your thoughts with a soft tone. You knew she saw you staring at that picture but didn’t say anything and honestly you were grateful for that. Yes, you came back mostly because of him but it didn’t mean you were ready to face him even though through a picture in the first moments of your arrival.

'Baby, go change. The dinner will be ready in 10 and hopefully your wayward sister will be back by then.'

Making a fake offended face 'Where the hell is Andrea? I mean the Santa is back in town but she's out.' you joked slightly.

You knew you hit a sore spot when you parents shared a worried glance, they were still thinking about your mental struggles probably, but you wanted to prove that you’d beaten down the illness that chasing you since your childhood.

'Honey, she's out helping to the others with the giant Christmas tree which they put in the centre of the city.' William explained like it was nothing, but you knew your father too well to catch the tension in his baritone voice.

Not wanting to address the elephant in the room so you shook your head replying with a cheerful tone, 'Apparently nothing has changed. God I really missed this town.' The words slipped out from your mouth, but you weren't sure your parents bought it.

It's an old tradition that kept going on in your town for years and you have no doubt about Negan being there, helping everybody with a joy. He always loved this kind of stuff, you silently hoped this hasn't changed, and unfortunately Andrea is one of his best students.

Jane called from the dining room, letting you know that dinner is ready. Feeling thankful for distraction, you pulled a chair, took your usual spot in front of her.

Just as you were about to take a big bite from the delicious chicken, your troublemaker sister stepped in and made her presence known. She was looking at you with a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

'YAY! The older one is back. I have so many things to tell you Adri, oh, by the way we're still having the dinner tomorrow night, right? There are 5 days to Christmas, and it would be a shame if we skip that famous tradition.' She let the words out from her lips with overjoy. Andrea has always been a social butterfly and on the contrary of kids her age she enjoyed hanging with adults.

'Is there a special reason for mom to not throw the party this year? Or is it my presence that bugs you little lady?' You said with a sassy tone before you could think about the sore subject you spotted on. As soon as you realised what you just said you kicked yourself internally.

'Don't worry babe, I already planned everything and told everyone. We're going to be so busy tomorrow night.' Thankfully, your mom ran to the rescue again and replied with nonchalance.

Beyond excited Andrea blundered without realization, ‘Oh great! That means Coach Negan is coming too.’’

For a moment everyone around the table didn't mutter a word and you heard your sister whispering 'oh shit' looking at her feet.

The awkward silence was starting to annoy you, so you sighed and decided to clear the air, at least with your family. 'Guys, I really appreciate your concern, but it's been years, we both are adults and what happened back then is water under the bridge. You can't prevent us from encountering each other. I'm pretty sure Negan wouldn’t have a problem with this too. I'm sure he's already moved on and living his life peacefully. I doubt he would turn his back and run as soon as he sees me. Also, I’m here to fix my past mistakes. I can’t do that if I avoid talking to him, right?’ You arched your left eyebrow, a faux smile on your lips, the tension you feel in your stomach could make you burst into tears and then make you laugh hysterically afterwards. You were trying your best to suppress this feeling.

Your mom examined your face with a suspicious look but didn’t pressure the matter further and raised her glass in a toast.

Quickly the heaviness in the air disappeared and left its place to cosy atmosphere.

You could feel your insides hurt from laughing too much at your sister’s adventures in the school.

The happy banter interrupted with the ringing doorbell. Andrea started getting up from her seat. ‘It’s probably Nancy, she forgot her folder in my room this morning.’

Before she could move forward you stood up. ‘If it’s okay with you I would like to answer the door. I missed her too since she practically grew up in our house.’

With a genuine smile you walked toward the door. Ready for greeting Nancy and chat with her after a couple of years. You loved her like your sister. Both of them always managed to cheer you up.

You met with a pair of hazel eyes instead of Nancy’s blue ones. Negan was standing before you just shocked as you were, staring at you with wide eyes.

You were speechless. You didn’t expect to face him this early, you’re caught off guard.

His lips curled upwards with a genuine smile. Trying to be polite and casual as possible he finally said something. ‘Oh, hi. I didn’t know you’re back.’

Shaking off the whirling emotions that made you dumbfounded. ‘Hi, uh yes I’m back for Christmas.’’ You said, managed to keep trembling off your voice.

You continue to stare at each other. There was so much you want to tell him, and you weren’t sure if you could stop yourself from your arms around his neck.

‘Elle, baby invite Nancy in. You’re going to freeze to death if you keep standing on the porch.’ Your father intervened before you made something stupid.

Your dad couldn’t hide the slight shock but shrugged it off quickly. ‘Hello Negan. Troublemaker daughter of mine forgot something again?’ He asked with a smirk on his lips.

Negan laughed, you wished you could keep the butterflies in your stomach cool. ‘Fuck, not this time William. Actually, I’m here to give you these cookies.’

Deciding to form a friendly banter with him and yourself you popped the question. ‘Wow, did Coach Negan learn how to cook finally?’ You teased slightly.

He bit his lower lip before answering your simple question. ‘I wish I could fucking say yes but no, Eleanor baked them.’

Yeah, he indeed moved on.

@negans-network

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crazylittleentity · 6 years ago

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Headcanons for Reader having the child of the Creeper after one of his seasons?

Oh yay my first ask for the “bat out of hell” (I’m so sorry this took so bloody long, it was one of those weeks and my brain likes to do massive story arcs for some reason) anyway, here you are. I hope this turned out alright.

The last thing you had ever expected on this God-forsaken earth was to be kidnapped by an ancient demonic creature who also happened to have a taste for human flesh.

You were certain that you were about to be eaten when the beast flew down and grabbed you while you were just minding your own business doing a spot of gardening.

You were new to Poho County and had heard something about ‘Jeepers Creepers’, but you had foolishly brushed it off as merely made-up rumours started by folks trying to scare their children into behaving.

After he kidnapped you, he took you to its lair – “its house of pain” as the locals called it. You pleaded with the monster, begged it not to eat you. After a while you changed your tune and asked the creature to kill you quickly, convinced that this was going to be the end of you.

To your surprise though, the Creeper became very gentle with you. He set up a cosy and quiet little corner for you in his lair, well away from the rest of his ‘house’. He brought back takeout meals for you, gave you a whole pile of clothes (that were likely from some of his victims) and kept you safe and warm.

The Creeper was also very affectionate with you, a stark contrast to all the horrific stories that you’d heard about him. After he came back from hunting for the day, he would strip off all his dirty clothes and curl up on the bed next to you, wrapping both his powerful arms and his wings around your body in a possessive cuddle.

He would constantly sniff you with that freaky 3-nostrilled nose of his and groom you with is tongue. You weren’t too pleased about him licking you, those teeth looked pretty grimy and his breath wasn’t that much better either.

After several days of the Creeper’s cuddling routine, you plucked up enough courage to ask about why he was keeping you alive. He was hesitant to answer at first, but he felt that you deserved some sort of an explanation.

He told you that he wanted a partner and that he had tried to find one each season while he was awake, but he couldn’t find the right person, or he was attacked and chased into retreat at each town that he visited. He had pretty much given up the chance of having a mate until you came along.

You weren’t sure about this at all. On one hand, the thought about being the mate to an ancient, cannibalistic monster terrified you, but you also had a twinge of curiosity towards the Creeper. By the sounds of it, he hasn’t let anyone get this close to him before and the opportunity to find out more about him was tantalising to say the least.

As the days drew on, the Creeper slowly revealed more about himself as you became more comfortable with him. During your cuddle sessions with him, you would ask him general questions about his past and he would ask the same.

What he told you was truly heartbreaking. Ever since he became the Creeper, he had been continually hunted by man. Knights and kings alike wanted his head as a trophy to hang up on their walls and to turn is skin into a macabre rug beneath their feet.

He had come across a group of people called the Mayans and they worshipped him as a God and offered him human sacrifices to please him. Life was good there for a bit, but again he was forced to flee when the Spanish arrived to their shores.

Over the next few centuries he watched fair-skinned men and women take over the lands that he’d called home for so long. The smell and taste of these newcomers brought a fresh change to his palate, but again he became the target of man’s hatred.

He had lost count of how many attacks he had endured. He’d been beaten, stabbed, speared, shot at, hung in chains, dismembered and even had his wings cut off a few times just to torture him. He couldn’t help being who he was and he couldn’t change it either.

He had tried eating animal flesh, but it wouldn’t regenerate his body as well. He tried his best to only kill bad people but having to live in extremely isolated areas gave him no choice but to eat anyone he could get his claws into at times.

On the 22nd day of his cycle, the Creeper brought you back to your home. He was in quite a flustered state and he hadn’t left you alone all day. He then told you that he had to leave, that there was a battalion of men in the area looking for him and he warned you to keep yourself hidden from them. He gave you one final kiss goodbye and a near bone-crushing hug, before flying off into the afternoon sky.

You intently listened to the radio for the next couple of days, praying that this battalion didn’t catch up to the Creeper. Luckily they didn’t, however you had begun to feel sick during this time. You put it down to all the worrying, but the nauseousness got worse, particularly during the mornings as well as the tension headaches, the fatigue and the tenderness in your abdomen.

After a few more days of feeling awful, you went into town and got yourself a pregnancy test. The townsfolk were astonished to see you still alive. Apparently you had been reported missing all month and it was assumed that the Creeper had killed you.

You went home feeling somewhat embarrassed by everyone asking about what happened. You lied and made up a story about having to see relatives in another state, but some people weren’t as convinced as others by it.

You paced your bathroom, nervously waiting for the results. When it came back positive, your whole world came crashing down. So many questions flooded your brain. How will the baby turn out? How will it look? Will it have to eat human flesh in order to grow? Will it ever be able to live a normal life?

One thing you did know, was that you would have to keep the pregnancy a secret from other people around town, including your family. It was one thing to have an illegitimate pregnancy with a man you’d only known for 23 days, but it was a whole different story when that ‘man’ was a human-eating monster.

You decided to create your own micro farm, cultivating food for yourself and your growing baby so you wouldn’t have to go into town to buy it and risk having your secret exposed. On the rare occasions when you did go out, you wore loose-fitting clothing to hide your expanding tummy.

At the 6 month mark, there was no way that you could hide the baby bump any longer. People were sure to notice it and you didn’t want anyone asking all those patronising questions about your baby. The less people knew, the better.

The one question that kept chewing away at you was how the hell were you going to give birth without medical assistance. There was no way you were going to the hospital for it. If the baby did turn out looking unusual, every staff member would be talking about it.

Then out of the blue a few weeks before you were due, an elderly lady knocked on your door. She introduced herself as Jezelle and she explained that she was a local psychic who was aware of your dire situation. Before he went into hibernation, the Creeper had made contact with her and asked her to ‘look after you’ when the time came.

The day of the birth arrived and Jezelle helped you deliver your baby at home. As you feared it did looked quite different to that of a normal human baby. Its skin was beautifully mottled with a mixture of the Creeper’s charcoal skin and your skin and it had already started to develop those distinctive facial ridges.

Jezelle was less than impressed, but she promised to stay and help you raise the child. You thanked her for her kindness and compassion and you felt less alone in your struggles. Meanwhile, the Creeper in his state of hibernation dreamed that he was no longer all alone in the world. He knew then that he had become a father and for once, he felt truly happy.

#the creeper #jeepers creepers #the creeper headcanons #horror headcanons #character headcanons #the creeper jeepers creepers #the creeper x reader

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merrysithmas · 6 years ago

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st3 criticisms in sum

-the sexism in stranger things 3 was UNREAL off the CHARTS. like so overwhelmingly apparent that i cant even remember all the instances because there were literally so many. it was seriously jarring because it was totally unintentional -- and worse, often passed off as 'cute'.

-WHERE are the people of color! Suzy, the mayor, the Post characters, Robin.. all could have been cast as people of color. this is a HUGE problem with this show.

-will and robin, the gay characters. i love them. but the writing: we got to know they were gay for sure (yay) but their narratives were reduced to pining and sadness and ostracization in the summer of love -- which we saw rather jarringly juxtaposed to the narrative loudness of the heterosexual romance archetypal wish fulfillment arcs (the pedulum-swinging schoolchild puppy love of mike and el and the alleged 'sexual tension' between joyce and hopper -- which were both, oh boy, VERY alarming. written as if they were supposed to be likeable, realistic, - and even more disturbing -desireable. when they actually appeared at most times as dishonest, insensitive, and nonserious/not genuine love (mike, el) or abusive, dismissive, even scary (joyce, hopper). oh man, heteros i dont understand this! so bleak. just... eek).

-in careful hands the pariah/sadness quality of the limitedness of will and robin's "summer of love" scenes could have been used for poignancy and historical accuracy, while being dedicated to allowing a undercurrent of hope for will and robin through the acceptance of their friends. however, again, like the casual sexism, the casual manner by which will and robin's sadness is written, next to such jarring examples of what is supposed to appear as High Romance between the heterosexual dynamics, the dimness of will and robin's situations appear less like a thoughtful sympathetic commentary on queerness in the 80s, and instead like an unintentional, homophobic bias of the writers, and likely intentional homophobic bias of the company, or CEOs.

-the PRODUCT PLACEMENT HOLY. SHIT. the ENTIRE season was a commercial: Eggos, Kit Kats, Burger King, 7/11, Slurpees, Whoppers, Coke, COKE, Coke!, Snickers, Uhaul, The Gap, Camels, TAB, Nike... and that's just SOME of it. i make a point to avoid/limit ads in my life bc capitalism is a joke, so i REALLY notice this stuff and it was nauseating how sold-out the quality of the show seemed. they even had Lucas say a full-ass Coke commercial in the scene itself. a FULL commercial. sheesh!!

-The American Exceptionalism presented without any irony. Erica (a ten year old child)'s heralding of capitalism with no antithetical commentary from the contrasting communist thought school/and the cartoony depiction of Soviets. those things remove gravity from the show to make it lighthearted mass popcorn fare and takes away any intriguing cerebral-ness that s1 had. The blatant excess of 80s capitalism can be thought of as a pivotal moment in American history, whatever your beliefs, and it was strange how, again, there didnt seem to be much thought or intent in commentary on that but more unintentional promotion of it (neverending product placement). jarring.

-the lack of character development for almost every single character/dynamic and/or the one-note transparent "fill this role" characterization to almost every character.

-the overuse of El's powers as a plot device, limiting the actions/purpose of other characters. el obviously lost her powers as a result which im sure was the intent, but still the over reliance on them as a deus ex machina in the writing makes the other characters purposeless (see the many episodes when all 7 kids were grouped together and never had any lines or did any actions but watch/react to el -- hot damn that's bad writing). this is a dissservice to el's character as much as the others.

-the confused role of "who is the villain" in the show. s1: the lab and American govt were evil/shown to be maybe even more corrupt than the 'Evil' Soviets, contrasted to the blind patriotic belief of midde class midwestern white people in Reagan's 80s America. Hopper doent trust the govt bc of Vietnam but begrudgingly works as a cop, prob one of the only jobs he could get with his skills. SO GOOD. s2: hey everyone was fired at the lab, the lab is nice now. hopper works with the govt that he didnt trust (a bedrock of his character in s1) and keeps their secrets himself to the detriment of the town/el/etc... What???? s3: AMERICA is the BEST! russians are EVIL!!!! hopper is comedic relief. what? woah i have whiplash.

-the lack of stakes. will possessed for a whole season? never mentioned. el lost her powers? mike says "dont worry i know theyll come back". hopper dies? after credits scene. mindflayer beaten 3x? it will come back. very very odd. no gravity at all.

-the saccharine and tonally off 'you gotta grow up someday' vibe of s3, capped by hopper's monologue at the end really negates the whole appeal of the show. st became popular because people do NOT want to give up the idyllic freedrom and adventuresome spirit of childhood and "simpler" times and should not have to. by reinforcing the opposite they dispel the whole appeal that made the show popular. we want to see mike, lucas, dustin, will, el, max be the DnD heroes they aways have been, in both their games and eventually, their real lives. and one day, both. that would be good transition. not give it up! they need to be the heroes to show us we can do the same.

-the dismissal of Otherness. robin had a line, (paraphrase) "all the weirdos just want to be cool and popular" which is SUPER opposite to s1's "we dont need your popular or cool... it means nothing, when we stand together the 'weirdos' are strong" message and it felt, again, like they were gutting their own appeal. i thought this especially obtuse being said by a canon queer character.

well... that's it! wanted to express all the thoughts/why i felt the show was so poorly done this time around. instead of thoughtful nostalgia it transitioned tonally to silly irreverence (with the weird flippant Guardians of the Galaxy vibe many popular franchises try to mimick for some reason). i dont have much stock in s4 or investment now that ive seen how the show has been geared to marketing for mass appeal/corporate sponsors and profitability rather than storytelling, but i will watch s4 for the gays and 80s aesthetic at least. the gays <3

#my thoughts #for my record #lol #st3 meta #stranger things

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the-hidden-study · 6 years ago

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So a couple of days ago I beat Castlevania: The Dracula X Chronicles aka the Rondo of Blood remake.

As I mentioned in an earlier post I had already beaten the game once with Maria, but never saved Annette. So for this playthrough I began from stage 1 with Richter and played all the way through only with him and saving Annette on the way. Despite owning the physical copy I did it on Vita though, since my PSP is pretty busted.

I am really proud of this play through. Out of all the “old school” Castlevania games I have cleared so far, this is the only one where I didn’t use save states or looked up strategies. It was all me and my skills and it left me feeling better than beating any of the others had done. Still, I think Dracula X Chronicles might have been one of the easier ones.

I did end up changing stages at one point though. Since I only had to focus on saving Annette, I wasn’t really paying attention to which path I took, so I ended up in alternate stage 5. I HATED alternate stage 5. There is this one room where you get locked in and two big sword armors comes out on each side of you and knock you around. I think there was a strategy to them, but I never made it there with enough health to survive long enough to figure it out. So I went back to the title screen and selected normal stage 5 instead. I got a major deja vu here. In stage 5 you fight Death and I do remember fighting him with Richter before, then rage quitting and doing Maria the rest of the way. But Death honestly wasn’t so hard even with Richter. The worst threat in this fight is getting knocked off the side, but I got him on my second attempt, so I think I have gotten better? The first fight against Shaft (the stupid name of the priest who resurrected Dracula this time) afterwards worried me. The stage itself is only this boss fight. Before you get to fight him he summons 4 other monsters you need to fight, and you only get healing after the second fight. However, turns out that once you have defeated the monsters, it will start you directly at the Shaft battle if you die, so it was pretty forgiving. There is a bible in the bottom right corner of the screen before this battle. Unlike other sub weapons the bible is always hidden away, and for good reason. I recommend getting it, as it is a really good sub weapon, partly shielding you from projectiles as well.

After Shaft it’s stage 7, and this is where you save Annette. You need to hit some gears to open a door to the outside, where you need to get the key for her cell by beating a bird. After this, I messed up and opened the wrong cell door. It’s the first cell door you see. It’s a trap. An enemy is inside. The real one you need to unlock by activating some buttons that lowers the water level, and then you go back down and one staircase lower than the trap celldoor. But no worries, I got killed, so I got to go get the key again... However, I kept dying on this stage. It’s full of Medusa heads. After an embarassingly amount of deaths I finally got to save my girlfriend.

Yay. Now I will never have to do it again, even if I died.

During the final boss, which is also a stage only dedicated to this one battle, Dracula now has a third form. I can’t remember ever fighting this before, so I am guessing that it either gets unlocked by saving Annette or it’s entirely missing from Maria’s playthrough. The first two forms are kind of easy. At least the first. It’s really easy to dodge Dracula’s fire balls with the back flip, so I quickly got this form down to a science. The second form is pretty doable too. I just ended up accidentally getting backed off into a corner where I couldn’t dodge a lot in the beginning, but soon I also had this figured out. The third form however? It was really hard for me. It’s not that the attacks are too hard to dodge once you understand them, there are just a lot of attacks to keep track of. I died a lot here, but I always felt like continuing, cause I could see how I was supposed to dodge the attacks, I just had to get a feel for them. On my final try it was only the spike attack giving me difficuly, but I had the health to spare, and I finally beat him.

Nice one Richter.

The castle crumpled. Everyone was saved. The game was officially beaten.

I REALLY liked this game. It still felt very much like a Castlevania game, but the difficulty was a tad easier. I really liked the inclusion of Maria, even if I didn’t play as her this time around. And the branching paths are a really cool idea too. Kind of like Castlevania 3.

I would have done Bloodlines next, but I just found out that there exists a Castlevania 50th anniversary collection on steam with both Bloodlines and the first Kid Dracula game included. I want to play the game legit if I can, so I want to buy the collection instead of emulating the game, but because of an accident at work that cost me a pretty penny, I don’t really have the money to spare right now. So I will hold out on this game until next month. I DON’T want to play Dracula X. I know it’s different enough from Rondo to be it’s own game. But I have heard that it’s crazy hard, so I am gonna use the excuse of the story being the same to nope out of it, at least for now. So I am going to play Symphony of the Night next. I have already beaten this game once a long time ago. Did the version included in Dracula X Chronicles back then, so this time I am going to do the original PS1 version, so I can get the true “WHAT IS A MAN?” experience.

#Castlevania #Rondo of blood #dracula x chronicles #Richter belmont

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crookedmoonlight123 · 6 years ago

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The Rain Woman - Chapter 14 - Melted Ice Makes Water

Yay! The next chapter is up! Please read it below, then follow the link to read and review!

The Rain Woman- Chapter 14 – Melted Ice Makes Water

A/N: So sorry that I haven’t updated this in such a long, long time. I was going through a really bad time! Please enjoy nonetheless.

Juvia awoke with a start; someone was having an argument in the corridor. Bleary eyed, Juvia glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it read 3:30pm. She hadn’t really fallen asleep until near 5am tossing and turning about what Mitch had said to her, what did her father have planned exactly? Juvia felt a tingle in her veins as her magic burned at her fingertips, the shouting grew louder annoying the watermage. Puffing her cheeks and throwing the duvet off furiously, Juvia made way to the little wooden door, grabbing the knob and twisting it violently, before storming into the corridor to see a man and a woman staring offensively at each other but they were facing Juvia who had come storming loudly from her room.

“You alright lady?” The brown-haired man asked aggressively, Juvia glared at him. “You might wanna try putting some clothes on.” He spat the words his fists still raised.

“Oh, as if you don’t look at women all the time Hugh!” The blonde girl spoke now spitting her words at Hugh.

“Juvia wouldn’t need to get dressed if your shouting hadn’t woken her up.” The watermage spoke with a bitterness that rivalled a lemon.

“It’s 3:30pm, what are you, a lady of the night.” Hugh scoffed fuelling Juvias fury, her navy-blue orbs narrowing, her mouth turning into a thin line.

“Water lo-“The watermage was cut off as someone shoved her into the wall. It was Mitch, his forearm pushing her back against it, his body turned to Hugh and who appeared to be his girlfriend.

“What’s all the commotion about?” Another broader figure appeared from behind Hugh, it was Juvias father, he strolled casually into the scene.

“Well I was having a conversation with my girl and that crazy woman came storming out her room accusing us of waking her up, it’s 3:30 in the afternoon it’s no crime.” Hugh looked Jimquin in the eyes.

Jimquin spoke with such mad calmness. “Well that would be my daughter, if you would excuse her behaviour, we got in late last night from our travels.”

Juvia pushed Mitch away still glaring at Hugh. “Juvia is going to get dressed.” The watermage stalked back into her room making sure to slam the door shut.

About half an hour later Juvia heard a light rapping on her door, pulling her thigh high boots on she walked over, opening the door more calmly than she had earlier.

“Hey, Jimquin wants us to meet down the lobby now.” The familiar green haired wizard gave Juvia a weak smile as she closed the door behind them to make their way down to the reception area. “I uh, wanted to apologise for how cold I was to you last night, I was just tired.” Mitch chuckled but it sounded strained.

“Juvia doesn’t need an apology, it’s fine.” The watermage kept her gaze ahead as her father came into view.

“Ah, perfect timing. We need to get going.” Jimquin rubbed his hands together as the two wizards descended the last few steps and followed silently out the inn.

“Where are we going?” Juvia asked walking side by side with her father, giving him a sidelong glance.

“I have some information on a man who I need to pay a visit to, he is a slippery guy he keeps getting away everytime I get some information on him.” Juvia nodded as they strode fiercely through the village like a storm.

“We think someone is tipping the guy off when they see us coming, or overhear our guy telling Jimquin.” Mitch filled in some details.

Juvia nodded slightly, as they proceeded forwards through the town, the uneven cobbles making it slightly trickier than normal to walk in high heeled boots. All the houses had a similar likeness to the inn, being white washed stone, the newer ones made of yellow bricks, they had almost the same size gardens to Rhodonia, the noticeable difference was in the grass; in Rhodonia is was soft, lush, springy grass, here it was darker, spiky, dry grass, it appeared like it needed the rain she had brought with her.

The man her father had a quandary with, was allegedly in a small bar in town, as they neared the wooden run-down bar, the smell of cigars and alcohol filled the watermages nostrils, making them burn in protest. Jimquin led the way in, the door creaking as it opened into a dark hazy room, full of raucous voices. Male testosterone filled the air here, most of the faces weather beaten, unfriendly, with cruel, twisted smiles, beers in one hand and a thick cigar in the other.

Scrunching her nose up, Juvia walked inside, Mitch walking closely behind her, their footsteps on the dusty wooden floorboards now echoed loudly in their ears as silence fell over the bar, each and every one of those alcohol dazed faces staring as they went by.

Upon reaching the bar Jimquin immediately had the barmans attention, the whole room had his attention. Juvia and Mitch flanked either side of him like bodyguards as the elder water wizard proceeded to ask the whereabouts of a name Juvia didn’t quite hear.

“What do you mean he is not here?!” Jimquins voice enraged his tone a low growl.

The barman responded, quivering “H-he left just minutes ago.” The blonde-haired male put the glass down he was drying, clearing his throat as if to settle his nerves.

Jimquin straightened up a bit, tugging the edges of his suit-which seemed very out of place in this sort of bar. “Did he say where he was going?” Jimquins strained to maintain his temper as the barman shook his head. This guy must have really annoyed father, Juvia thought blinking her navy-blue eyes, fingers interlaced in front of her. Jimquin turned to face the harrowed onlookers, some fidgeted uncomfortably in their seats as they met his all powerful gaze. Arms held out high to the side of him he spoke to the crowd. “Does any know where that bloody bastard Greg Greendale has gone?” Jimquin roared, “I know he is a regular here, so do not lie to me.” His gaze would have been terrifying if Juvia could feel terror.

No one spoke, either through fear or loyalty. “Mitch.” Jimquin nodded at the green haired wizard on his right.

Mitch merely shut his eyes, but a heavy weight could be felt all around the building. “If you don’t cooperate then I really will give you something to be scared of.” Some people started running for the door only to be met with an invisible barrier. “You have 30 seconds to give me an answer.” Jimquin almost spat as he eyed each and every human being in the room. Juvia glanced at Mitch, his brows were furrowed, his eyes still tightly closed. “Fine then.” Jimquin paused, now smirking. “Let’s have some fun.” His eyes shot to Juvias. “Juvia. Would you please suffocate….” He paused again his eyes scanning the room for a victim. “That one.” It was a scrawny old man, who seemed like a farmer, a poor farmer who had only come in for a quiet drink, he was the only man who didn’t look greedy or cruel. His old grey eyes were kind, his heart honest.

Juvia looked to her father questioningly. “Go ahead Juvia.” The watermage looked back at the old man something irking in her brain.

“NOW JUVIA!” Jimquin shouted that little inkling out of her brain as the magic surged through her veins, taking over her thoughts, her feelings, she had to release the pent-up power.

Juvia twisted her hand as if she were opening a door, “water lock.” The words calm and collected, a trait she got from either Jose or her father. Wind billowed her navy-blue hair around her, wind she had created herself from the release of her power, her victim ensnared in a suffocating sphere of water, hovering off the floor for everyone to see, a spectacle.

The man tried desperately not to drown, but in doing that he would only suffocate, a voice spoke up. “OK enough!” A horrified male voice rang out, many others had their hands over their mouths in shock. “Michael goes to another bar up town after this one.” He pleaded with Jimquin, his hair also blue. “It’s the only other one in the town, he had friends there.” The water wizard still stared at him, as the man in the water lock was fighting his last moments, Juvia still held on mercilessly. “Ok, it’s out of here, turn right, walk past 6 streets on your right, it’s the 7th one down half way down that road. Dear god just let that poor man go!” He shouted for mercy on his knees.

Jimquin nodded, “Thankyou for your cooperation. Mitch drop your shield. Juvia release him.” Jimquin looked to Juvia, her eyes, they were fixated on the fly caught in her web, the power didn’t want to let go, it wanted more, more and more, she was more than he could have asked for. “Juvia you have to let him go.” Jimquin spoke more assertively but the watermage didn’t seem to hear him.

“Juvia!” Mitch grabbed her shoulders, shaking her violently, breaking her power-hungry daze. The watermage snapped to attention, releasing the water locks hold on the man as he fell, limply to the floor in a wet heap. “You almost killed him. That wasn’t the point.” Mitch stared down into those empty navy pits knowing that his words still meant nothing. Jimquin had created a monster. No one moved or dared speak as the three mages walked out the bar to their next destination, leaving a bar of dread and misery behind them.

Gray had been up early the following morning, he had rested that extra day as promised to Mary. The icemages tote bag was now full of food and potions, courtesy of his host, as he walked the familiar forest path back from the mansion in the afternoon sun, the wet mud still squelching with every step. Juvia wasn’t at the mansion anymore, that was made clear by the wizards who were still recovering from their fight with him, Sparky hadn’t recovered. Gray had overheard that they had moved on to Allium town to settle some sort of business on their way to Midi, the smallest part of Fiore.

Gray sighed as his coal eyes glanced up at the iron sky. Just a month ago Juvia had been a bubbly, smiley friendly face around the guild, always trying to get him to go out alone with her. Some of the times Gray had accepted, he couldn’t always say yes, he didn’t know exactly how he felt about the watermage and decided it was in her best interest if he rejected the offer a few times. The outings they did have consisted of them going on evening walks around Magnolia or sat in a Café talking. One particular occasion, the most recent, the pair had gone on a walk one sunny afternoon, the sun beating down on the hot stone streets on Magnolia, Juvia had worn a light pink summer dress with red roses patterns, coupled with a straw hat which she had fiddled with when she had become nervous at times. Somehow, they had found them right on the outskirts of town, stood on a bridge looking down at the little stream that wound its way over the rock’s underneath, the water so clear and cool despite the blistering heat. They had chattered idly about missions on the request board and Gray could feel Juvia pining to ask him on one of them as she fiddled with the hem of her dress, her long lashes dipped, he hadn’t noticed how close their faces were to each-other as the cool air became thicker, his fingers lightly brushed against hers, a blush framed her cheeks the same colour as the roses, Gray had felt his heart beat so fast he was sure that it was going to fly off with him, just as he leaned in Juvia had stuck her finger against his lips and had said;

“Gray-sama!” She had giggled closing her navy-blue eyes, “Not until Juvia has her answer.” She scolded him playfully, he knew very well which answer she wanted. She wanted to know how he truly felt about her, he could’ve given it to her right then, but his throat had closed up, partly from the rejection and partly because his head was swimming with the answer he knew he now held.

But now Juvia was a completely different person, and it hurt to see her that way knowing that he might have been able to save her from herself and whoever was pulling her strings.

The bar was the completely opposite of the wooden shack the three wizards had not long been to, some wrong directions later they have found this place, a suave upmarket building, instead of wooden walls there were big glass windows making the place seems bright, airy and spacious, blue lights shone down from the ceilings around the bar which was paired with tall red bar stalls, screaming elegance and class. Cosy dark wooden tables hugged the outskirts of the room with two small armchairs per table.

The watermage glanced up at Jimquin whose face was beet red, fists shaking at his sides. The place was deserted. Except from the bar staff, a large round man with hair a similar shade to Mitchs’, he was drying a martini glass looking at the trio uninterested.

Mitch walked forwards first as he seemed to sense his boss’ ever-growing temper. He glanced sidelong at Juvia as he passed, partly for her sake. She had lost control back there and he worried if she used her powers so soon after would anyone be able to stop her? “Excuse me.” Mitch cleared his throat as the man looked up at him crinkling his podgy nose. “We’re looking for Greg Greendale, our acquaintance said he would be here at this time, you see, we’re old friends of his.” Mitch spoke smoothly trying to sound friendly even as Jimquin steamed behind him.

“Yeah you not long missed Ol’ Greg.” The barman slurred, he obviously didn’t find any of the wizards imposing. Jimquin ground his teeth. “He has gone out of town, but he’ll be back by tomorrow assured.” Juvias father remained silent as Juvia just observed the scene, a random image of her mother popped into her head, her navy-blue eyes full of happiness smiling.

“Thankyou sir.” Mitch finished as he turned back to the two water users. Juvia was for some reason smiling, a genuine smile. His eyes travelled to Jimquin who was already turning to leave, he and Juvia followed suit as they walked in completely silence although the air was thick with tension. “So, what now boss? It’s around 6/6:30pm.” Mitch broke the silence.

“We find out where he lives. We wait for him to come back. That barman said by tomorrow, so he could be back tonight.” Jimquin looked at his two pawns his brown eyes hard, their faces almost expressionless. “Although an early dinner might be in order. You will need your energy after all.”

After heading back to the inn to ask the timid receptionist the best place to eat and if she knew of Greg Greendale which she had replied that she was new and had no idea who he was, the wizards had found the restaurant, the speciality was seafood caught from the ocean fresh every day. Jimquin ordered a huge seafood platter with bowls of vegetables to for the three of them consisting of; mussles in a white wine sauce, chilli, tomato or garlic butter, king prawns, sea bass, swordfish, fried squid, chargrilled octopus and some creatures that Juvia didn’t recognise. The two males dug right into the food, the watermage just sat staring at the platter trying to figure out why she wasn’t joining in, she knew she liked seafood, but it was something about being here in this restaurant, she felt edgy, like a big pressure building up inside her.

“Juvia are you not eating?” Jimquin studied her, noticing the trance like state she adopted. Juvia looked up as a cracking sounded making them all jump. Juvia unfurled her hands to find a chunk of the table in it, dropping it on the floor Juvia met her fathers judging eyes.

“Yes, Juvia is eating.” The blunette put some squid, swordfish and octopus on her plate, overfilling a plate was seen as bad manners, so she was accustomed to eating a small plate full at a time. The food was exquisite, definitely fresh.

“Ahh yes Greg is back later this evening.” As if their ears were tuned into hearing the word ‘Greg’ Mitch turned around to the people sat behind them.

“Excuse me. Are you talking about Greg Greendale?” Mitch flew the blonde a swooning smile, well as swooning as Mitch could make it with his scarred cheek and missing tooth.

She replied, “Yes we are.” Batting her eyelids, she had fallen for his ‘charm’.

“May I ask where he lives? His Granddaughter is here as a surprise. She hasn’t been here for years so she can’t remember where he lives you see.” Juvia nearly choked on a piece of octopus at the word ‘granddaughter’, she looked over at her father who winked at her. Juvia sighed in relief, it was a ruse.

“Next street over house number five.” Her red fingernails gripped the back of the chair as she leaned closer to Mitch enticingly as her female friend watched from the other end of their table.

“Thankyou so much, please do enjoy your meal.” Mitch smiled at her again as he turned back to his own meal, Jimquin smiled at him approvingly.

As the meal came to an end Jimquin paid the bill before prompting them to leave the dining area. As they exited the building the cool air hit the watermage as an image of a bridge on a hot summers day floated into her mind making her stop as she walked, her heart fluttering, a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time. Almost as quickly as it had happened it had gone and Juvia found herself catching up with her father.

“So, the house should be down here, number five.” They stopped at a small narrow house, no fence surrounded the small lawn and a straggly leafless tree jutted up into the sky. As they neared the house Juvia noticed that the house lacked serious care, the white net curtains appeared yellowing in the light from the room behind them, the paint on the wooden front door was all chipped and eroded away – probably partly from the salty sea air. “He must be home; the light is on.” Jimquin sounded almost excited as he stepped up onto the cramped porch which had empty plant pots on it. The water wizard knocked three times on the door. What felt like forever later, the door opened wide to reveal a short middle-aged man holding a walking stick, whose brown hair was streaked with grey, his face weathered, upon seeing Jimquin his grey eyes went wide, his body rigid in recognition.

“J-J-Jimquin…” He sounded breathless and almost seemed to age before Juvias eyes. Suddenly, Jimquin had staggered backwards falling back off the porch onto his arse with a thump, the little man running. He had slammed his walking stick into her father stomach before dropping it and sprinting off.

“GO AFTER HIM NOW!” Jimquin roared, spurring them on in the direction of Greg. Juvia was faster than Mitch and managed to make out his figure darting left into a wide open green.

Juvia fingers tingled, the pressure building back up inside of her. “Water whip!” Her arm turned into a flexible stream of water which grabbed at Gregs leg sending him face first into the ground, he turned to face Juvia angrily, his face contorted into fury and pain as red blood poured out of his now broken nose.

“You bitch!” He snarled at her.

“Water lock.” Juvia twisted her hand as an orb of dark water magic enveloped the old man just as Jimquin and Mitch rounded the corner behind her.

“Good job Juvia!” Jimquin praised, “Release your water lock but keep him bound so he cant run.” He joined his hands behind his back.

“As you wish father. Water rope.” The water lock disappeared soaking the grass as rope bound Gregs legs and hands, he was trapped like a mouse.

“Now Greg, who have you spouted your crap to!” Jimquin roared at his old collegue.

“No-one! I swear!” Greg was trembling.

“My informants tell me otherwise. You are lieing, and you know how I feel about liars. Juvia tighten those ropes.” Greg cried out at the ropes of water bit into his skin like water slicers.

“I haven’t told anyone I swear.” Greg stuck to his guns, Juvia didn’t believe him, her father wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble for someone who hadn’t done anything.

“Stop lying.” It was Juvia who spoke as she used a water whip to knock him awkwardly to the ground with a sickening crunch as he landed on his elbow at an odd angle breaking his arm.

“Add a noose to the accessories Juvia dear.” A noose of water appeared around Gregs throat as Juvia lifted him up by it, so his feet just touched the ground, he spluttered and gagged as it squeezed his oesophagus.

“Okay!” Greg squeaked as his face started to turn a dark red. “I told a few of the wizards in Pregrande, Ministrel and Stella, but they didn’t believe me, told me your research your ideas were all impossible feats.”

“Hm.” Jimquin seemed to ponder as Greg hung struggling for breath in his noose. “Kill him.”

Juvia tensed at the instruction as her magic raged inside her, she had never killed anyone.

“DO IT JUVIA!” Jimquin screamed at her impatiently. “NOW!!”

Juvia felt overwhelmed as her magic burned through her as the noose tightened around Gregs neck drawing blood.

“NO!” A voice roared from the side, “JUVIA!!” Juvia recognised the voice, so did her heart. “STOP, JUVIA!” Gray appeared, running at Juvia, ice magic forming in his hands, his devil slayer mark emerging on his skin, eyes cold and hard. There was only one way to stop her. “Ice make arrows!” Gray fired arrows of ice at the watermage who seemed startled by his sudden entrance.

Juvia made no move to stop or resist the attack as she kept a hold of Greg in the noose, the arrows piercing her skin and tearing at her clothes. She winced but still did not let go of her magic hold.

“You can’t do this Juvia!” Gray tried to plead. “You’ll never forgive yourself!”

Juvia twisted internally at the emotion in his voice, the way his head hung low as the rain began to pour, something gnawed away at her.

“Would you just kill him already!” Her father roared, “you know the magic wants you to!” His eyes were fearful, why does this stupid Fairy Tail mage keep showing up! He is going to ruin everything.

Juvia gritted her teeth as the magic surged through her blood, almost taking complete hold, “Water slicer!” Juvia shouted as the slicers caught the edges of Grays arms, waist and leg as he tried to dodge it quickly. Without having enough time to recover Juvia was already on her next attack, “water cane!” She whipped his legs from under him before hitting him skywards, sending him up into the sky before she struck him down again. Gray let out a cry of pain as he felt some ribs pop and his chin graze. “Water noose!” Juvia encircled Grays neck with a noose lifting him off the floor like Greg, he hung limply in front of her, her smile venomous.

“I… wont… be… finished off… that easily.” He choked weakly, “ice make lance!” Gray shot lancers flying towards Juvia now as he moved in closer behind them using them as a shield, “ice make knuckles!” Juvia was now hurtled up into the air, being struckles by both knuckles and lancers, forced to release the noose on Greg, she grimaced as she hit the wet grass feeling blood beginning to run from where the lancers and arrows had struck her, her head dizzy.

“Water cyclone!” She retaliated as purple water magic gushed towards Gray in the form of a powerful cyclone, purple water magic just isn’t right.

“Freeze!” Gray shouted freezing the cyclone in its tracks, luckily, she hadn’t made it boiling.

“I won’t make that mistake again.” Juvia spoke coldly now standing upright although shaking from her injuries. “Hot water –“

“Ice-make Gungir!” A huge chunk of ice rose up encasing Juvia, freezing her solid in the ice.

“Should we cut in?” Mitch asked Jimquin, looking worried.

“No, this is Juvias fight. Once she dispatches him, she will be mine.”

“But Sir, she is frozen solid.” He ran a hand through his wet green hair, Had he missed something?

“Just watch.” Jimquin smirked as the ice began to melt.

“Impossible.” Gray stared wide eyed as his Gungir attack melted infront of him.

“No way.” Mitch exclaimed.

“She has raised the temperature of her waterbody, the molecules, thus allowing her to be immune to his ice attacks.” Jimquin let out a villainous laugh. “There is nothing you can do to stop or save her Gray! Mwahahahahaha”

Juvia fell from the melted ice landing on her feet in a crouched position. “Gray…..sama?” Her eyes became wide and soft, the ice freezing her had also froze the dark water magic momentarily allowing her to think clearer.

“Juvia?!” Grays heart clenched and unclenched as he began to run towards her, his feet squelching in the mud.

“Wait!” She shouted, now sounding half torn. “Don’t come any closer to Juvia.” She held her head in her hands, fighting herself. Gray ignored her warning and kept running, if he could just reach her in time. “Boiling water nebula!” Juvia shouted, Gray had no time to react, he felt the searing burning pain before he felt the attack hit, sending him flying back across the park, his skin searing hot as the devil slayer mark disappeared off his skin, his face and body sunk into the sodden mud, the only saving grace being Juvias cold rain on his burning hot back.

Gray glanced to left to see most of his bag had been destroyed, the plushie thankfully unharmed, the blue hair visible against the dark evening light.

“Well done Juvia.” Jimquins greedy voice rang out clear and proud, although it could have been better, you beat him in the end, again. Let’s hope he stays gone this time.

Jimquin walked away as Juvia stared at the crumpled, steaming mess on the floor which was Gray, his skin was badly burned, blood running out of cuts all over, his face turned to face left, his eyes lifeless yet fixated on something. Juvia followed his gaze to a tote bag which had been scalded by her water nebula, something blue caught her eye and she decided to walk over to it.

Without thinking Juvia picked up the soft object, her eyes widening, it was her, a happy her, she had knitted this for him, he had brought it with him. A spark grew in her heart, joy, a spark of joy, she held the plushie close to her chest.

“Come on Juvia!” Jimquin shouted angrily.

Juvia placed the plushie down, it would only be destroyed with her. But little did she know those few moments with that plushie, the feelings she felt from the memory and the fact Gray-sama had brought it with him, had released a part of her from the dark magics hold.

A/N: Only 3 more chapters to go! Please review, it really keeps us going!

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Fated Instinct Chapter 12: Confess. Confess and Repent.

Summary: Sequel to Cabin in the Snow. Akari finds herself in a predicament after an accidental overnight stay in a cabin grants her the title of fiance to the chieftain-to-be M’Baku himself.

Author’s Note: Yes it is dialogue-heavy forgiveth meh but also YAY I MADE MY SELF IMPOSED DEADLINE!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 19(2), Chapter 20, Chapter 20(2), Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24

Bonus Chapter 21.5

M’Baku x Akari (OC)

“Please, please help me.”

Akari took a moment to process what was happening, especially because she had thought she was going to have to throw fists, not hold hands.

"Akari please I cant do this anymore." N'Ceba started sobbing quietly, tears falling down her cheeks leaving Akari to try to switch from ‘fight mode’ to ‘friend mode’. Part of her was wondering if this was a ploy for sympathy, but until she heard her out Akari decided to comfort her sobbing classmate with an arm and gently sit her down, as N'Ceba looked like she was going to collapse.

"N'Ceba,” Akari started, slowly. “Tell me what's wrong."

"Akari I'm sorry I'm so sorry." N'Ceba choked through tears. "I didn't wanna do this right from the very beginning but I had no choice but everything was fine until the challenge day and then you and Baku got involved and I felt like shit-"

"Hey hey hey," Akari tried to soothe N'Ceba, who was clearly on a rambling confession. "Deep breaths, just deep breaths." She calmly instructed, with N'Ceba following her commands, which seemed to slightly lessen. "Why dont you start from the beginning, okay?"

"Okay." N'Ceba sniffed. Act or no act Akari couldnt help feeling sorry for her, it was hard to watch someone be so broken. Especially N’Ceba. Aside from her current ‘personal space issue’ with M’Baku, Akari could admit that N’Ceba was nice to be around. She was generally a happy person, always smiling, always happy, always social. Akari had never seen N’Ceba even come close to crying, even she accidentally got hit in the face full force with a ball.

"A couple of years ago, my father and his family took me to the palace and introduced me to Uuka. We would often go to the palace as my dad is a noble. We grew close and as luck would have it, Uuka and I slowly fell in love. He was so warm and kind and caring, I mean how could I not?" N'Ceba sniffed with a nostalgic smile before biting her lip. “He always looked out for me and cared for me. And one day in secret, since Uuka isn’t really one for big huge showy things, he went and told my father that he was the man I would marry one day." N'Ceba wiped her eyes as she continued. "While it wasn't anything official at the time, but it was something. We were going to tell people after the challenge day.” Akari’s eyes lowered and her mouth slightly parted as she knew where this was going.

"But the on the day of the challenge, when Uuka lost to M'Baku, everything shattered. What I hadnt realised at the time was that my father didnt want me to be with Uuka purely because he thought we were a "good match". No, he wanted our bloodline to continue in the Jabari throne. How stupid of me not to realise." N'Ceba chastised herself with a laugh, and Akari couldnt help but wince. Whatever misgivings she had, she didn’t think N'Ceba was stupid for thinking her own father wanted the best for her.

"It wasn’t enough that Uuka was good to me and treated me well and that he was a prince, no my father wanted his grandchildren to be friggin heirs." N'Ceba scoffed.

"Right after the challenge took place my father dragged me away by the arm and told me that from then on I was to act in a way that M'Baku would favour me. Or else. You know he would have beaten me if he wasn’t sure that it would affect my chances at wooing Baku."

"Ever since then I have acted the way my father wanted me to act. Slowly becoming closer with M'Baku, playing the typical 'fangirl'. And I know this all sounds fucked up but even you remember people never used to talk about me and M'Baku until a couple years ago." N’Ceba "And then when you came into the picture..."

"You were scared for your life."

N’Ceba barely nodded. "My father had pressured me to double my efforts, but it was pretty clear from the Winter Solstice Banquet that you two were a thing." Akari bit her lip and narrowed her eyes looking up, wondering if this really was the best time to divulge the whole ‘getting love-drugged’ story, but Akari thought it best to save for another time.

“Does Uuka know?” Akari questioned, but N’Ceba’s face said it all. “Uuka is the 'or else' isnt he.”

“I kept my distance since then.” N’Ceba sniffed. “

“Please Akari know that I am sorry I never meant to-“

“Its okay.” Akari held a hand up. "I get it now."

“But Akari this wasn’t supposed to be just me apologizing, I also came to warn you.” N’Ceba took a deep breath before speaking. “My father… even I’m not sure what lengths he would go to… have a foothold on the throne. I know it’s dangerous to speak of these things-“

Akari gripped her shoulder, settling into her serious demeanor. "N'Ceba it is treason."

“I know that!” N’Ceba exclaimed, gritting her teeth. “I know. And I have known for a long time. But I care about M'Baku. And I don’t want to see you two, or anyone else get hurt in the crossfire."

"Have you told anyone else?"

"No, I haven't. To be honest my father has eyes and ears everywhere and I can't be sure who is watching. Its why I have to keep the act up even at school." N’Ceba made a subtle glance at the door. I guess I’m not the only one with trust issues here… Akari mused. “And what exactly did you need my help for?” She drew out slowly.

“To believe me.” N’Ceba gripped her Akari’s hands. “That is my favour, believe me. Please.”

Akari exhaled and looked into N’Ceba’s eyes, judging her worth. Her story did fill some holes, however it was the fact that she would even dare speak of treason to Akari, that she would risk the stature of herself, her father and her family to only ask for belief.

“I only have one-

“I have no feelings towards M’Baku.” N’Ceba reading Akari’s expression. “I still love Uuka.”

“Okay.”

“Like I really love him.”

“Okay.”

“Like have you seen him shirtless? Like I mean those back muscles though.

“Ooookay.”

“And like you’d think he’d be all nice and sappy but when I well you he can be damn dominant-“

“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH INFO!” N’Ceba burst out laughing at Akari’s outburst, who followerd suit with a laugh shortly after. “Well I’m sorry! It’s the first time I’ve ever been able to talk to anyone about it. About.. about everything.”

Akari gave her a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, I am 80% convinced.” N’Ceba laughed “Well I can’t blame you. I’d probably be more worried for you if you weren’t at least cautious.”

“Speaking of… in terms of who to trust. I think there’s at least one person that I know of in the palace who would be forever trustworthy, and that is the high priest.”

Akari tried not to tense up as flashbacks of birthing potions flooded her mind at the mention of the zealous priest. “And why would you say that?” She grimaced.

“Oh,” N’Ceba smiled. “He’s my grand-uncle.”

“…sorry he’s your WHAT??”

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“My nephew. When will you let go of this obsession, this fixation that plagues you.”

“You know exactly why uncle.” The figure hissed. The two figures illuminated only in the light of the fire and candles of the temple, and the fire of the heated temper of the younger.

“M’Baku and Akari have been bound by the ritual.” The priest’s eyes followed his young nephew.

“It was an accident.” He scoffed.

“Did you not see for yourself at the Winter Solstice banquet?” The priest gripped his staff and furrowed his brows. “He has already pledged himself to her. They are in love. There is no going against the will of Hanuman.”

“We were so close.” The figure who paced in the amber light of the fire made no motion to show that he had heeded the old man’s words. “So close to gaining the bloodline of the throne and then that boy-” He all but spat, “Had to lose to that oaf and that harlot, Eshile’s daughter-

“Beware of how you speak!” The priest boomed. “They are the future bloodline of the throne, not ours!”

The priest then bit his lip in the silence filled the room after his outburst, tears threatened to adorn his eyes. “Why can you not let my niece be happy?”

“Happy??”

“Yes. To be free of this grudge, to be happy in her own right.”

“There will be no happiness for my family until we are where we belong.” The figure stormed away from his aging relative, who mourned the darkness in his nephew that saw no signs of regressing. He made for the darkness of the night that would conceal his intentions, gritting his teeth in the snowfall of the night. “Until we have what we deserve.”

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Commission #1

@shirokage218

Thank you so much Shiro, you’re the best! <3

Synopsis: A small excerpt of the life of Alya, a fallen star who has now become a scientific marvel.

It had been weeks since the girl had appeared, an anomaly in such a wonderful way. Had the superiors heard of her arrival, surely all project would have ceased and each scientific mind set to handling her. Was it a her?

It certainly looked like it was, but one couldn’t be too sure- especially with something so alien.

Still, the two scientists huddled around the small box-like monitor, watching with elated curiosity at the faded, crackling security picture. The hand of the woman was rested on the man’s upper arm, himself running his fingers through the bristle of hair on his chin. “Absolutely magnificent,” he muttered, “can you believe it? I think I’m dreaming! A being such as her, alive, from a different world? Unheard of.”

“Now, let’s not jump to conclusions, Rick,” the female urged, “as much as I want to myself, we have to keep studying them before we make any real grounded decision about what they are.”

“Come on, Louisa! Clearly it’s alien!” He squeaked, shoulders hunched as he gestured with both hands to the monitor, “look at how her skin glows golden! She gets brighter when she laughs! She’s at the level of a toddler with her speech, yet getting better every single day! She knew twenty words yesterday, and today she know over a hundred! A HUNDRED!” “What really?” Louisa chirped, brows furrowing as she watched the monitor again. Rick nodded profusely, “the intelligence this girl harbours, it’s beyond any human mind, I’m telling you. God, what anyone would do to get their hands on her... that’s why I’m glad we found her.” “Me too... bless them...” A second passed, then a soft gentle voice was calling out. “Alya bored! Wanna play!” It may seem odd to those who might look upon the creature, who was not a child despite their speech, as they acted in childish ways. Alas, for Alya, she had never truly experienced interaction. This body of hers was new, strange, and the tongue in her mouth was heavy and hard to guide. She could understand way more than some might give her credit for. She was rising to her feet, the soft white clothing covering up her glowing brown skin. Patting her legs as she walked, or rather stumbled, she made her way over to the large glass pane. It was the full width of her room, looking out on many intricate technologies and computers. She didn’t know what they were for but they looked very important. Fingertips brushed some of her golden curls from her eyes, gaze falling back on the clinical white room. There was nothing in it, save for a bed and lamp, along with a hatch for food. No wonder she was bored. She pursed her lips, whimpering childishly as she placed her forehead against the glass. It seemed the nice people in white coats weren’t going to come. “P’ease? I bored!” She cried out, glowing eyes turning large and puppy-like. It wasn’t long before the door was opening, the two white-coated people appearing in her sight. She grew ecstatic, a wide smile growing on her lips as she let out a playful giggle. Clapping her hands and jumping on the spot, she cried, “yay! You come play?” The short statured blonde nudged the taller bearded male, raising her eyes brows at him, “she wants to play, who’s it gonna be?” “You can? I have to send some paper up to the... that guy. Him, you know? The one with the pointy nose and crooked teeth?” Rick urged. Louisa stared at him, hands in her pockets and a smile growing on her face. Rick began to walk away, still muttering, “he looks like a horse on steroids?” “Buxley?” “Ah, yes,” Rick wagged his finger knowingly, “I have to take papers to him before he gets up my arse about it.” With that said, he clutched the papers from his desk and tucked them under his arm. Giving the two others a firm nod, her turned to leave through the door. “Rick, darling,” Louisa began, “you’re-“ Before she could warn him, his coat snagged on the handle, leaving behind a huge tear in the cotton material. Not only that, but Rick was yanked back, a high pitched bark passing his throat as he was. Louisa simply placed a hand to her head, before the room erupted into adorable fits of laughter. Alya was crumpled to the floor in her room, hands holding her tummy as she heaved. The giggles did not cease, causing Rick to flush in embarrassment. “Well then, Alya! I’ll laugh at you next time, huh?” He gave her a soft wave, before offering Louisa a soft kiss to her temple, “take care, I’ll be back shortly... with not extra tears- I promise.” “Fat chance,” Louisa chuckled, sending a wink towards Alya as the creature tried to regain her senses. Rick pouted, but brushed off the two, “shaddup.” Once he was gone, the door clicking behind him, Louisa was left alone with the creature before her. Her hands were still nestled in her pockets, warm brown eyes watching the creature with intent curiosity. Certainly, she wanted to know anything and everything about it. Did it have genders? How many? What gender did it believe it was? Was it a girl like they’d been saying? Or neither, as Louisa had thought? So many questions for such a little aspect of the being, yet, Louisa only had more stacking up. However, overwhelming the creature would prove to be a bad choice, for it might drive it back into being shy, as it had been in the first few encounters. “So, Alya,” Louisa started, “You said you wanted to play, right?” Alya nodded, “yup! Alya bored. So I play.” “Hm, how about? Twister?” Alya shook her head. “Scrabble?” Another shake of the head. “...snap?” “Chess!” Chess?! But... that was extremely complicated- even for her... Then, Rick was sounding in the back of the scientist’s mind, echoing softly, “the intelligence this girl harbours...” “It’s beyond any human mind,” Louisa repeated to herself. With a determined nod, she decided to take this as an opportunity to observe the being. Maybe she could see how it thinks? Or get a sense for it, at least. “Alright, chess it is!” - - - “You may have beaten me four times in a row, Alya, but ol’ Louisa still got some winning left in her,” the scientist chirped. Alya eyed the other playfully. The two were currently nestled in the little clinical room of the creature’s, sat on the floor with a chess board snuggly between them. The creature was sat cross-legged on the floor, hands holding her ankles as she awaited the others’ move on the board. Louisa, on the other hand, was staring at the board with a critical gaze, brows risen and hand over her mouth. She was in a bit of a pickle. Most of her pawns were gone, as were her knights - she had only one bishop left... but maybe she could use her Queen? “No, that won’t work...” Opting for a safe route, Louisa shifted the pieces on the board, giving Alya a triumphant look as she finished her turn. Seconds passed, Alya simply staring at the board with an innocent smile. She picked up her Queen, moving it so that it threatened Louisa’s King with capture. A soft grin grew from her smile, as her hands clapped together, “checkmate!” Louisa stared at the board intensely, an awed look on her features. Honestly, this creature was... beyond amazing. “Fascinating. Absolutely brilliant... truly- Alya,” Louisa sent the girl a smile, reaching out her hand to the other, “you’re truly fascinating.” Alya cautiously peeked at the hand, mouth open partially as she let out a soft, “Oh..” Then, she began to glow brighter than before, golden beams illuminating the room, “Louisa fascinating also! Louisa is a favourite of Alya’s!” She then leant forward, sending chess pieces sprawling across the floor, as she threw her arms around Louisa. She sunk into the woman’s hold, a content smile on her face. Louisa simply pet her hair, cheeks flushed. “What are you doing, Alya?” “Hugging. Hug is good? Alya want to make Louisa know that she is good,” she hugged tighter, “so I give you hug.” “I give you hug, too, Alya,” Louisa breathed after a few moments. Why? Because Alya’s was the most damn good Louisa had ever been witness too. fin~

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pineapplekeith · 7 years ago

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House Cat - Pt. 3

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Pairing: Klance

Universe: Modern Earth/Fantasy

Rating: T (language)

Word Count: 3K+

Part: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ]

Summary: Werecats are hard to find outside of lab facilities now-a-days and Lance has had a suspicion that a small stray that comes by his house now and then is one when he noticed a new face around town around the same time. / Modern AU setting with werecats for fun and seriousness now and then. Klance heavy with Garrison Trio and maybe some more ships making an appearance later on.

A/N: So far, this has been well liked on AO3 and FF so I decided to post the full parts on here. Links to AO3 and FF are on my story blog @kal-i-ka-stories

Lance got up off the floor and took a deep breath before he lightly knocked on his bedroom door. “Hey, are you done?” The room was silent. “I know you’re probably still upset about everything, but if you want you can still stay the night.” The room was still silent. “Hey, did you hear me?” Lance started to open the door, “I said you could stay the night if you wanted to.”

The room was empty and the window was left wide open.

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He left. How could he just leave?

“Hey Lance.”

Why would he just leave? It wasn’t like I was going to tell anyone about what happened.

“Lance.”

I was nice. I kept him fed. Gave him a place to sleep. Heck, I was even going to offer him to stay!

“Lance!”

I wonder if he’s doing ok. Maybe I’ll run into him when he’s human? But he might just run away again.

“Lance come back to Earth will you!” Hunk practically yelled as he snapped his fingers in front of Lance’s face.

“How could he just leave?” Lance mumbled to himself as he stayed in his own little world.

“Uh, who left?” Hunk asked, seriously confused about what his friend was thinking about, or who he was thinking about.

Lance finally came out of his head when Hunk’s question interrupted the one question he kept repeating to himself. “What?”

“You said, ‘How could he just leave?’” Hunk repeated. “You’ve been out of it most of the week man. Did something happen that you’re not telling me about?” Hunk asked, feeling a little hurt that Lance was keeping secrets from him. They’ve been friends since their daycare days and something like that has never happened.

“Uh, well,” Lance started thinking of how he should handle the conversation. I can’t lie to Hunk. He’s my best friend. But then again, Keith looked really serious about not wanting anyone to know what happened. And if he’s found out, who knows what will happen to him.

“Well what?” Hunk asked, wanting to know what was wrong.

“Well,” Lance thought more of what to do. He looked around the room and was reminded that they were still in class in the middle of study hall. “Well, the thing is, I met up with a Tinder guy over the weekend.” In his current situation, lying seemed to be Lance’s only answer. “And I thought we hit off really well but then he just up and left after getting a phone call. That’s all.”

Hunk frowned, not sure if that was the truth or not but still willing to take it. “Really? He didn’t give you any reason why he had to go?”

“No, all he said when he came back was that he had to go. I’m pretty sure it was his girlfriend or something. He seemed nervous about being out with a guy. But oh well, dodged a bullet there I guess.” Lance shrugged, a little proud that his story was believable but still upset that it was a lie.

“You really did. You need someone who wants to be around you and not have you as a side piece or experiment.” Hunk said as he agreed with his friend. “But maybe this will cheer you up.” Hunk turned around in his seat and grabbed his phone off his desk. “Allura posted in the group chat and asked if we wanted to go to some snack shack by the beach. Pidge already said that she was down and now they’re just waiting on us.”

Lance thought about it. Although his crush for Allura faded away with time, the sight of her always cheered him up. And hopefully spending time with her would get his mind off a certain stray. “Yeah, let’s go!”

“Awesome!” Hunk quickly texted his reply.

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Me: Lance and I are down! Where do you want to meet?

Katie (Pidge): He’s not going to be moody the whole time, is he? (;¬_¬)

Me: No, he’s better now. Turns out a jerk hurt his feelings over the weekend.

Allura: Don’t tell me it was another Tinder date… And we can meet in front of the gym and walk there.

Me: Yeah it was. Hopefully he’ll learn to stop using apps to find dates soon.

Katie (Pidge): Coran’s not driving? Yay I get to keep my lunch!!! ＼（＾▽＾）／

Lance: HEY!! I’M IN HERE TOO REMEMBER!!!!!! QUIT TALKING ABOUT ME!!!!!! ESPECIALLY YOU HUNK!!! YOU’RE RIGHT NEXT TO ME!!!!! DX

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Hunk looked up at Lance, who was staring at him with daggers in his eyes. “Sorry,” Hunk smiled.

Lance looked back at his phone and scrolled up in the group chat to see what else he missed. “Yeah right,” Lance pouted.

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Me: HEY!! I’M IN HERE TOO REMEMBER!!!!!! QUIT TALKING ABOUT ME!!!!!! ESPECIALLY YOU HUNK!!! YOU’RE RIGHT NEXT TO ME!!!!! DX

Me: I need new friends!!!

Nugget: Quit being such a baby. (e_e)

Princess: Sorry about your date Lance. Whatever you get is on me!!

Me: You’re the only one that loves me!!!!!! ^3^

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“It should be at the end of this street.” Allura said as she continued to lead her friends down the seawall path toward the small, beaten-up pier that overlooked the equally small, beaten-up beach.

“How did you find out about this place again?” Pidge asked as she looked around the area.

The group of friends have walked across the seawall before to look at the coast, but they’ve been on this side of town. Not many people came this far down the coast because of how cold and isolated the atmosphere was. All the buildings in the area were further apart than they were in town and they were worn down due to the salty air and age of the structures. But the area did have its interesting side. Even though the isolation was something unusual, some did find it comforting when they wanted somewhere to run to when the brighter side of town became too much. In the distance, there were some people on the small beach and walking around the pier enjoying the escape that the area provided.

“Coran told me about it. He said he just found on a whim when he was running errands and hit it off with the owner. The shack isn’t really something to fawn over, but it’s a nice break from our usual spots and the food they have is ok.” Allura explained as she continued down the path.

“Something new is nice Allura, but I don’t think the weather is a good setting for it.” Lance said as he stared up at the gray sky. A setting that the area always seemed to have over it. “Isn’t it supposed to rain today?”

“Not till tonight I think,” Hunk said as he pulled out his phone to check. “And it’s only a 20% chance. I think you’ll be fine.”

“If it rains we’re staying over at Pidge’s!” Lance announced as he started to pick up his pace so he could walk by Allura.

“Why me?!”

“Because your house is closer.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just invite yourself over!” Pidge complained.

“Calm down you two,” Allura started, “Rain or shine, how about we all stay at my place tonight? We don’t have school tomorrow and it’ll be fun.”

“Yes! Party at Allura’s!” Pidge cheered, the mood lightening right away.

Once the group of teens reached the pier, Allura had alerted them that the shack was just down the small hill on the other side of the seawall lined with all the other buildings. The building was just like the others that were around it, a worn-out, dulled colored, two story building that was converted to a beachside shop. The single entrance door and the two front windows were propped open despite it being slightly cold outside. The smell coming from the shack was a usual smell you sense from a place that cooked a lot of fattening foods. The inside of the snack wasn’t that special either. The colors looked as if they had a brighter past, but time had dulled them out and the walls were dotted with the usual coastal themed decorations. The room was as open as the structure would allow, with some support beams and the tables making the room feel like a maze. There was a bar at the back of the room where one could sit and possibly talk to the cook and on either side were doors that led to employees only areas.

“Let get that table by the window,” Allura suggested as she walked through the hectic floor plan.

The group of friends looked a bit out of place compared to the few customers in the shop that were either by themselves or with just one other person. After they had all sat down, the cook behind the bar soon noticed the abnormally large group in his shop. “Hey kid, get out here and work,” he yelled to the back room through a small window in the wall. The group shared the single menu that was left at the table. The menu was simple with the usual burgers, hot dogs, fries, milkshakes, and a list of a few seafood dishes organized by season.

“Are you all ready?” The waiter asked once he walked up to the table.

Everyone ordered what they thought would be decent; Pidge got a large plate of fries with a soda, Hunk a cheeseburger with fries, and Allura a milkshake.

“Lance what are you getting?” Hunk asked as he bumped Lance’s shoulder.

Lance was a bit out of it, he was more interested in watching the ocean across the street than looking at the menu. He scanned it over, not really trusting the food based on the atmosphere. “I’ll just have a shake,” Lance said as he looked up at the waiter. He nearly fell back out of his seat from the shock when he finally noticed who he was talking to. There, standing at the head of the table writing on his notepad, was the same guy that’s been on Lance’s mind for the last couple of days.

Keith looked just as unremarkable the snack shack in his jeans and black t-shirt. But this time he had his hair pulled back in a small ponytail, and it gave him a sort of calming yet serious look. This was a complete turnaround compared to how Lance saw him last – naked and his hair a mess.

Just as quickly as Lance noticed that Keith was taking the orders, he was already walking back to the bar. Giving no sign that he had noticed Lance at the table.

Did he ignore me? Did he even see me?! Lance thought to himself, his questions quickly pushing him to demand for answers. He quickly excused himself from the table, interrupting the conversation that he didn’t notice his friends were having, and quickly followed Keith to the bar. Keith was busy at work, quickly passing off his orders to his boss at the grill and then walking to the side to start on the drinks.

“Hey,” Lance said in a hushed tone as he huddled over the bar, trying to keep their conversation quiet and discreet.

“Go away.” Keith said sternly as he topped off both Pidge and Hunk’s drinks.

Lance smiled. “So you did notice me.”

Keith cut his eyes up at Lance and then looked back down at the bar as his moved the drinks over to a small tray. “I’m working, go away.” Keith was starting to get irritated with Lance’s pestering.

Lance watched Keith get the ingredients for his and Allura’s milkshakes together. “How have you been,” he tried asking, really wanting him to answer at least some of his questions that’s been bugging him since that night. Keith didn’t reply. “You just left and then never came back so I’ve been a bit worried.” Keith continued to stay quiet. “I haven’t told anyone you know.” Keith was still quiet. “I won’t tell anyone if that’s what’s bugging you. You can actually trust me with what happened.” Keith was still quiet as he turned on the blender. Lance waited for the blender to finish before speaking again. If Keith was going to stay silent, he can stay silent. But Lance was still going to talk. “You said you came over to be fed and get warm, right? Well,” Lance grabbed a napkin and pen from behind the bar, “if you want to come over again just let me know. You can come by however you want.” Lance held out the napkin as Keith finished pouring the milkshakes into Styrofoam cups.

Keith looked at the napkin and notice that it had a phone number on it. He then looked at Lance, his face showing his natural angry resting look. He then snatched the napkin out of Lance’s hand and threw it in the small trashcan behind the bar. “I told you to forget what happened. I’m not a charity case. I don’t need to be pitied. Leave me alone.” Keith said calmly and quietly and he stared at Lance. He then put the milkshakes with the other drinks on the tray and picked them up and walked past Lance and toward the table.

Fucking jerk!

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“Winner! Player 1!” The television cheered as it flashed its announcement across the screen.

“What the heck Lance?! What did I do to deserve this?” Hunk complained after being virtually beaten to a pulp for the fourth time in a row.

Lance was playing as if he were out for real blood and nothing in the world was going to stop him. During all four matches, he just stared angrily at the screen with dead eyes and mumbled curses under his breath.

The teens were all sitting in the spacious entertainment room of Allura’s home. She lived on what the locals knew as the ‘nicer’ side of town where the houses were renovated manors and newly built modern homes. Allura never really waved her family’s good fortune around since she was raised to not really rely on it, it was one of the main reasons why she chose to attend the public school in town instead of a private school in the city or having a tutor come teach her instead like she had as a kid. Her father was almost always away overseas on business trips, so most of the time it would be just her and her childhood nanny turned adopted uncle Coran in the spacious home. Which made nights like these with her friends staying over more precious to her

“Isn’t it obvious,” Pidge called from the couch, “He’s mad because the waiter at the shack turned him down.”

“Wait, when did that happen?” Allura asked as she looked down at Pidge, who was leaning against her instead of a couch cushion.

“After the guy took our order. Lance went over to the bar to hit on him, even gave him his number. But the guy wasn’t interested and now Lance is taking his anger out on the video game.” Pidge then paused from her computer work and looked over at the group. “Where were you guys during all this?”

Hunk looked at her confused and amazed. “I swear, you’re not human Pidge.”

“Yeah I know. Matt says that I’m more like a robot most of the time.” She said as she went back to her computer.

“Well, getting my butt beat made me thirsty.” Hunk said as he got up from the floor. “Lance why don’t you fight the computer-,” he then stopped midsentence and saw that Lance was already doing what he was going to suggest. “Never mind.” He then walked out of the room to head for the kitchen.

Allura watched Lance for a bit, worrying about his mood more as he became ruthless in his virtual attacks. “We really need to find him someone so these mood swings will end.” She spoke out, sure that Lance was too far gone to really know what was going on.

“The problem is who to find,” Pidge said as she continued to type. “It needs to be someone who doesn’t go to our school, everyone’s already used to him there. Girls fall for him easily, but he likes the brainy types and they don’t like him because his flirting style is a turnoff. But, you already know that.”

“Yep,” Allura confirmed, remembering what happened when she first met Lance and had to deal with his loverboy persona.

“And guys for him are a bit hard to find around here. He’s not interested in any of the guys at school and every guy he talks to outside of school either turns him down right away, or lead him on to experiment. If you ask me, he needs to go out of the town if he wants to find someone and be happy.”

“You know he’s not going to leave town. He loves his family too much.” Allura closed her book and threw it on the floor before leaning back against the couch cushion, making Pidge readjust her positioning against her.

“So, he needs someone who’s smart, understands their own sexuality, and likes big families. We can probably find a two-out-of-three here with some time.”

“Maybe,” Allura shrugged. She then looked over at Pidge’s computer screen. “What are you doing by the way?”

“Talking to friends on the dark web.”

“You’re not doing anything that would make the cops come here, are you?”

“One time Allura, you really need to let that go. And no, we’re just talking about stuff and one of them is sending me high resolution photos of Jupiter that NASA just took.”

“Are you sure they’re not just trying to hack you?”

“If they were, they would be regretting it right now.” Pidge responded, hinting at just how powerful her security system was.

“Hey Allura, can I ask you something,” Hunk called out as he walked back into the room.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well I just noticed this when I was walking to the kitchen, but how come all your family pictures don’t show you as a kid?” Hunk then heard what he had said and panicked. “I mean it’s cool if that’s just what you and your dad do! He might just like to keep those pictures private! I just wanted to ask.”

Allura laughed at Hunk’s worry, finding it sweet that he cared about not wanting to offend her or her father. “It’s ok Hunk. Daddy just likes certain photos of us to be out and some to be kept in. He may seem like a tough guy, but he keeps all my baby pictures in his wallet and in a little album her carries around when he travels. It’s all a front he does just because he thinks it’s what he has to do to be taken seriously when work buddies come over.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” Hunk nodded. “I guess I just keep forgetting that your life is different from what we’re all used to. The business world seems brutal if you have to decorate your house a certain way to be taken seriously.”

Allura shrugged. “It’s really no big deal. I’m used to it and daddy treats it like a game and has some fun with it.”

“Whoa! Guys check this out!” Pidge announced as she shot up from her relaxed position against Allura’s shoulder. Hunk and Allura crowded around Pidge’s computer to see what the fuss was about. “One of my black hat friends just sent me an old surveillance video of a werecat escaping a lab.”

“Wait seriously?” Hunk asked as he huddled closer to couch to get a better look at the screen.

“Why did they send you that?” Allura asked she looked over Pidge’s shoulder.

“I was talking to them about how we talked about werecats this week in bio class and I wondered what it looked like when they transformed. And then they sent me this, turns out it was leaked on the dark web a few years ago by a group that tries to get labs shut down and werecats freed.” Pidge typed what she needed to quickly scan the video to be safe, and then a black and white night-vision video expanded on her screen.

In the video, someone could be seen walking along a gate. They looked tall, but skinny. The person then knelt down by the gate, seeming to inspect for something, and then fully sat on the ground. “What are they doing?” Pidge asked as she leaned in closer to the screen. Right away, the figure began to look as if they were melting until there was just a pile of their clothes covering a small mound. The mound soon crawled out from under the clothes and a light-colored cat went to the gate, crawling under what seemed to be a hole in the gate.

“Whoa! Did you see that?!” Pidge asked excitedly, not really sure if she should believe what she just saw.

“That was so cool!” Hunk commented, in awe over the video. “For some reason, I always thought it would be more magical or painful looking, like what you see on TV.”

“Where was that at?” Allura asked, wanting to learn more about the video.

“Hold on, let me ask.” Pidge exited the video and went back to typing to the source.

Over by the television, Lance was in the middle of winning his third game against the game’s computer system. Once the screen announced his victory, his phone vibrated in his pocket, alerting him that he had a new text message. Lance glanced at the time on the cable box. It’s too late to be mamá or pops. He then looked over his shoulder. Seeing that everyone was busy with something, Lance dug through his jacket pocket for his phone.

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Unknown Number: You weren’t home. We need to talk. -Keith

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#house cat fic #klance fic #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #my story #mine

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gaiyofanfiction · 8 years ago

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Unexpected Consequence 11 (Final)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Got7 x Reader

Gang!Au

Angst

A/N: SURPRISE! THE LAST CHAPTER IS ALREADY DONE! YAY! A huge thank you to everyone who supported us in our first fanfic together! We really appreciate everyone who stuck by us throughout our venture. I'm so happy that Gaisho has agreed to be my partner in future projects. Our next fic will be a real treat featuring BTS! So please, hit that follow button to stay updated on our latest fics. Anyway, here is the last and final chapter of Unexpected Consequence! Enjoy and we will see you in our next book!

Disclaimer: This story is not in any way shape or form true. This is purely fiction. All the boys from Got7 are very sweet and charming guys that wouldn't hurt a fly. I love them all so much. So please, check them out! They are amazing people. Also, G-Dragon and T.O.P have been introduced. Those two are also the kindest and funniest guys out there, they are nothing like in this story. I will always consider Big Bang the king's of K-pop (they brought me into this fandom I can no longer escape from).

Trigger Warning: There will be swearing, kidnapping, holding hostage, torture and mentions of killing and drugs. So if you are uncomfortable with any of this, please don't read!

Chapter 11:

G-Dragon drops your hair and in shock he steps back while T.O.P lowers his pistol in disbelief.

“DAMNIT! YOUNGJAE YOU BETTER GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” Jinyoung exclaims after hearing that you offered the deal.

“It’s so heavily encrypted that our system is taking longer than expected. I need a little more time!” Beads of sweat start to trickle down Youngjae’s face. Yugyeom puts a hand on Youngjae’s shoulder in support.

“We don’t have time! She’s about to give herself up for us!” Jinyoung screams and punches the wall, trying to hold back his tears.

G-Dragon regains his composure and smirks at you. “I knew you would come around.” He snaps his fingers and a henchman comes over to you to undo your restraints. You rub your wrists and ankles.

Bambam’s eyes widen and struggles against his restraints. “Y/N, please don’t do this! We don’t deserve it!” T.O.P points the gun back at Bambam’s head, shutting him up quick. But his eyes don’t leave you.

Another henchman appears and hands over a collar and leash to G-Dragon. He then places the collar around your neck. “It’s official. You’re my slave now.”

“There! I got it!” Youngjae excitedly says.

“Be careful guys, they have a lot of henchman wandering around,” JB says in a serious voice.

“We got this! HYAAHHH!!” Jackson wildly screams, as he hears the buzz of the cell doors opening. The three of them bolt through the holding cell and easily took care of BigBang’s henchman.

“We’re coming, Y/N” Jinyoung whispers to himself.

The three barge through the doors and pant heavily. Looking around, they spot Bambam still tied to the chair. But this time, you were standing next to G-Dragon, you’re head down in shame.

“Jinyoung! Mark! Jackson! Finally. Took you long enough,” Bambam says happily.

G-Dragon pulls the leash and makes you get on your knees before him. You look to Jinyoung and a tear streams down your face. You mouth the words, “I’m sorry."

Jinyoung clenches his fists and starts to run after G-Dragon, but the sound of the pistol being cocked stops him. “Uh uh! I would stop right there if I were you, or this one gets it.” T.O.P says as he holds Bambam’s neck and has the pistol pointed at his temple again.

“Why so serious, huh?” G-Dragon giggles once again. “This pathetic little thing just agreed to being my slave in exchange for your freedom. The door is right there boys. Help yourselves out and don’t come back,” he motions to a secret exit that a few henchman open for them.

T.O.P undoes the restraints and picks Bambam up by the arm and throws him to the rest of the guys. Jackson catches the slightly weakened boy, standing him up straight. Bambam silently nods a thanks before returning his attention to the situation at hand. T.O.P slowly joins G-Dragon by his side and has the pistol pointed in the direction of the guys.

Jinyoung still was not having it, “Y/N, why? Why are you doing this to yourself? We’re the ones who did this to you! We’re just scum who tortured you. I…I tortured you.” Jinyoung clenches his fists. “We don’t deserve your kindness!”

G-Dragon smiles a cocky grin. He was humored by all of this, “Yes, slave. Explain to them why.”

Tears start to flow down your cheeks harder than ever. G-Dragon pulls on the leash for your attention, and you look over to Jinyoung and the rest of them. JB, Youngjae, and Yugyeom are all fixated on the screen and impatiently wait for you to speak.

“It’s funny really. First, Got7 captured me and I just really hated the world at that moment. I got a lousy father that got me in this mess and then I’m tangled up with the notorious gang Got7. I mean, what kind of people take an innocent girl hostage? Even after being tortured twice, I still stick with my decision to be G-Dragon’s slave. Why? The more time I spent around you all and heard your stories…I felt something. Even after what you guys did, at dinner, I felt like I was a part of something real. I know that sounds crazy, considering what went down. But I could really tell that all of you truly care for each other like a family. No, you are a family. A family who obviously cares for one another, despite the situation you all were put in. A-and, Jinyoung…” Your voice starts to shake.

“Y/N…” Jinyoung says as he tries to take a step closer, but T.O.P still points the pistol straight at him.

You take a deep breath. “I love you, Jinyoung! I couldn’t help, but fall in love with you. I know it’s twisted. But, you and your twisted family deserve to live and keep growing. Half of you would probably be homeless or dead by now if it wasn’t for JB and this gang. You all came from terrible pasts but have overcome it all. It is because I admire your family and that I love you that I must do this…I’m so sorry.” Your voice cracks as you look down once again.

“NO! I will not stand for this!” Jinyoung declares, no longer able to hold back his tears.

You look up at the group of boys. The look on your face has changed, which scared them all. It was a face and voice void of emotion. “Well, then I’ll just have to prove that I’m G-Dragon’s slave.”

G-Dragon’s smirk widens as he starts to give you orders, “Kiss my feet, my dear slave.”

You weakly say, “Yes, Master.” Swallowing your pride you get down on all fours and plant a kiss on each foot.

All the boy’s felt their hearts sink as they watched, especially Jinyoung’s. “Stop, Y/N. I love you too! Don’t do this, please…”

G-Dragon nods in approval, “Now, get up and kiss me, my dear slave. I want them all to see this.” He yanks on the leash, forcing you to your feet.

G-Dragon reels you in with the leash and the other hand wraps around your waist. You look up at your new Master’s face for a split second. It really is a beautiful face, but behind those eyes is something very dark and twisted you will never be able to care about. But what choice did you have? You knew what you had to do to prove it. Just then, you passionately kiss G-Dragon while his eyes remained wide open to see Jinyoung’s and the boy’s reactions.

Jinyoung’s heart broke and he fell to his knees, Bambam covers his mouth and looks the other way trying not to throw up, and Mark looks down with pure sadness and guilt.

G-Dragon twists you around so that the front of your body faces them. He kisses and bites your neck like a ravenous animal and heavily gropes your breast. You do not flinch, for fear of G-Dragon breaking the deal, but your eyes shows how empty you feel. He then pushes you back to the ground and wipes his lips. “The bitch is mine, there’s nothing more you can do about it,” G-Dragon claims with a dirty smirk.

Jinyoung lowers his head; his eyes darken in pure rage and voice dripping with hate. “That’s it. Boys, formation!”

Upon that signal, JB then signals to Youngjae, “That’s our cue, hit it!” Youngjae nods and cuts the lights in the room.

T.O.P yells for backup, “Open fire!”

Mark and Jackson spring into action and fight off every henchman that tries to come their way. Bambam grins wickedly and quickly runs over toward T.O.P and bounces off a wall to take an aerial downward kick to his head and takes his pistol to turn it on him. “Why so serious, T.O.P?” He proudly laughs.

Jinyoung immediately comes from behind and takes down G-Dragon. They both tumble down and try to get leverage. Jinyoung straddles G-Dragon and grabs him by the shirt, “Y/N is mine, you hear me?!” as he lays several punches to his face. He then pulls out one of his pistols and cocks it, shoving the barrel under G-Dragons throat. “You know, I’ve killed a man for much less than what you’ve done.” He snarls.

Mark and Jackson cleared the room with their swift assassin skills and held the exit open, “Jinyoung, Bambam, let’s go! As much as I’d love to beat this scum to death, Y/N needs urgent medical attention, we don’t have time!” Mark signals for the rest of the gang.

Bambam pistol whips T.O.P, almost knocking him out, and quickly scrams to the door. Jinyoung gives one last punch to the man underneath him and climbs off. He turns to you and gently sweeps you off your feet as to not hurt you any futher. Cradling you in his arms, he runs toward the door.

The four boys of Got7 make their way out the secret exit and escapes. T.O.P stumbles as he tries to get up, “What the fuck just happened!? Damnit, we need to round up more men and – “ G-Dragon lays his hand on T.O.P’s chest.

“Let them go. For now.” He slowly gets up and looks to the open door that the gang escaped to, biting his lip in irritation. “This won’t be the last they see of me. Y/N will be mine.” He wipes off the blood that drips from his face.

Back at the Got7 Headquarters

Mark, Jackson and Bambam walk in all beaten up, but happy to arrive. Yugyeom runs to hug Bambam, who gives Yugyeom a smack across the shoulder for lying to him, but instantly smiles in relief to see his best friend. Youngjae runs up to the assassins to congratulate them on their good work and inspect their battle wounds.

JB stands by to bask in this accomplishment and smiles, watching his family finally be together again. All the boys celebrate with high-fiving each other and with pats on each other’s backs.

Jinyoung slowly appears with you still in his arms. You feel his heartbeat become more still and calm. You start to blush as all of them look to you and Jinyoung. His face turns bright red as he lets you down. You stumble slightly, still trying to regain the strength in your legs.

JB walks up to you to greet you with a comforting smile and a pat on the shoulder, “Well, Y/N, you sure pulled one hell of a stunt back there.”

“Ah, yeah. I guess I did.” You nervously giggle, but all the boys smile in your direction, happy that you’re okay.

Youngjae appears before you with water, bandages, and medicine, “You’re in pretty bad shape, here.” Youngjae starts bandaging you up. You hiss when he touches the stab woulds and re-opened cut marks, but you let him do his work.

Jackson wimpers, “Waaaahhh, what about me, sunshine?” The rest of the gang roll their eyes while you try to cover up a laugh.

Mark comes by your side and rubs your shoulder, “I’m so sorry this happened. Everything is my fault. Please forgive me.” You place your hand on his and nod your head in forgiveness.

“So, what now?” Yugyeom asks to the leader.

“Well, Y/N, you have a choice. You may go, or you could join our family. It may not be perfect, but, rest assured you would be protected for life.”JB tilts his head.

"Wait, what about my fathers debt?" You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

JB nods. "Well, considering this is somewhat our fault in the beginning, we're going to wave this incident." Mark rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment and guilt. "But we'd still like it if you became part of the family. We've grown rather fond of you."

Jackson jumps with happiness and Bambam quickly intrudes, “Yeah! You could be a part of our gang and have a role just like each of us! Right, leader-nim?” He laughs.

“Ah ,yes, well…” just then your phone starts to go off again. You pick it up and see that it’s your father. You look around the room and think in retrospect to the events that occurred. Do you really want to go back to a household where you don’t know when you’ll be alone? Wondering what days your father would be drugged up or what days he’d be sober? Or do you want to be a part of a fucked up yet stable family of misfits who always have each others back no matter what?

“Y/N, it’s 100% your choice, and we will support it either way,” JB nods to you.

You look at the phone still ringing in your hand. You put your finger on the red ignore button and swipe. “I want to rewrite history and put that life behind me. I want to be part of Got7.”

JB, Mark and Jackson smile, while Bambam, Yugyeom and Youngjae yell out in happiness. Jinyoung just stares at you in awe, his smile growing wide at the thought of you being with him. “I guess that’s that. Welcome to Got7, Y/N. I officially give you the role of the bait. You will act as undercover for our gang to get intel from our enemies and pretend to be an escort.”

Jinyoung waves a fist at JB, narrowing his eyes, “You’re out of your damn mind! There’s no way in hell I’m going to let you put her out in danger like that!”

You come up behind Jinyoung and grab him so that he faces you. “I don’t think you realize that you guys are not the only one with tricks up their sleeve, babe. Besides, Jackson and Mark can train me in combat and Yugyeom can teach me how to handle a weapon.” The boy’s ‘ooh’ at your response and nod in agreement. “I love you, Jinyoung. Thank you for saving me.”

Jinyoung comes close to kissing you. But, Bambam butts in suddenly. “Wait, wait! What about me? Why don’t you love me?” He points to his once scary face, but now adorable and kid-like. You smile at the boy but then he sneaks a kiss from your lips. You look back in surprise, not knowing how to respond.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my girl, huh!? You got a death wish, boy?!” Jinyoung yells and starts to chase a hysterical Bambam in a beeline around the room. “I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch!”

All the boys burst out in hysterical laughter. You smile the biggest smile. For once in your life, you feel truly happy that you belong in something so pure and raw. Though, a twisted family, you know you’re just as twisted yourself.

You shake your head and laugh. Jinyoung has Bambam pinned to the ground, but you tap Jinyoung’s back to get his attention.

“Damnit, Jinyoungie. Come here and kiss me already,” you grab his soft face and bring it towards yours. A lovely kiss to mark the end, but the beginning of a new life. The life with the Got7 gang.

#got7 #got7 fanfiction #kpop #fanfiction #got7 angst #got7 gang #mark tuan #im jaebum #jb #Jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #gaiyo fanfiction

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shihoran · 8 years ago

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yes I'm officially asking you for that survey <3

Hello there!! Thank you for asking <3

Survey on Riko + answers are under the cut.

What do you think of Riko as a character inside the books? (no HCs)

Riko inside the books and also without Nora’s extra content is a petty, angry child that never knew how to grow up. I didn’t care for his temper tantrum or his attempt to get Neil to join him through torture(not the smartest move, imho), but I only started to hate him when Drake and Proust were on the table; and I still do (will always) hate him for that.

I think the only time I had pity for him while reading the books was when Neil brought out the drag of the yearthousand, and it must’ve hit all the bullseyes there were to hit. Sad Face™, but not for too long. Hah.

Any fave HCs you want to share?

That Kevin was his first and only true friend he ever had, but is that really HC, because I think it’s pretty much canon,-

I like thinking of Riko as someone who spends a lot of extra thought on grooming himself, and taking time looking at all the nifty little details to add to his Dark, Sleek, and Richer Than You’ll Ever Be aesthetic. Everything that sells him as more than his fans/the Ravens already think he is and tenfolds more than Tetsuji wants him to believe to be.

In addition to that, he will still end up beaten to a bloody pulp by Tetsuji, no matter how much self care went into it, but maybe it underlines why he pays so much attention at all: to keep a front, to experience this sense of control; that can be so easily broken by one single man, but he tries to stay sane(however that’s defined is on a whole ‘noter page). And, hey, at least he looks cool while dying.

Any pairings/ships you like with him?

In the books… none. I see him as incapable of affection, because he keeps looking for his family’s approval, while at the same time, feeds off the Raven’s obsession with him so much, I don’t think he can look anywhere else. Or, well, there is no one and nothing else to look at,.. non?

Aside that is also the fact that Nora said he and Kevin are too press conscious to do anything in that direction, so.. I’m not gonna assume there was anything going on in canon, but…

Outside the books…

Kevin & Riko is playing a into the childhood friends, young master/servant, and foe yay tropes, and I do dig at least two of those.

They’ve known each other for almost all of their life, they both suffered at the hand of the same man, and they were both the only thing keeping each other from breaking apart. That’s not to say they aren’t broken; both of them are, Riko more so than Kevin.

Riko doesn’t know anything outside of his tug of war rope life, in which he is the rope, and he’s been constantly pulled apart since the moment he could hold a racquet. He was never allowed to grow into his own person, it was only Star Athlete or Useless to his family he wanted to be approved of so badly.

And in this, Kevin is his only true friend, so it’s a given that he holds a special place for Riko.

Well now writing more here would be a rephrasing what I already talked about this here and here, so let’s stop for now, haha.

Riko & Neil would be something to explore, but I don’t have ideas on that or necessarily want to dive too deep, because I usually don’t go into ships that aren’t even hinted at, ever, not one bit, nuh-uh, in the canon(jerejean is an exception, but I also said ususally.)

Kevin&Riko - do they have/had feelings for each other?

Not in the books… well, not quite, imho. It depends on what you’re asking for. They have a relationship that was everything at once, friends, family, … not quite lover. Dependency, is the word. Knowing each other from the worst to the best, from inside and out, “I’m not afraid of Kevin. I know him.”, Riko says, because he does. And Kevin knows Riko just the same.

It’s a bond that goes beyond being lovers; the feeling of knowing how your chest rises and falls with each breath; how your fingers will move without you actively asking them to; knowing how far you can bend your finger before it finally breaks. Something like that, in human form.

So if you’re asking for “feelings” in the general sense of “romantic” feelings, no, not that. Beyond that, for better or worse.

fic recs? / art recs?

Not on Riko, no. I know some other people write about him, but I haven’t read any of them yet… I do write, too, though now it feels like an uncalled shoutout for myself. …hah…

Else, @bvccvrdi has lovely HCs and fics <3 I like Fox! Riko a lot.

Thoughts on his finale scene?

At first— disappointment, maybe shock, that it was so sudden and quick - maybe I would have wanted him to suffer more, because I still loathed him for everything he did to Andrew.

After thinking about how he died and who did it, I took pity on him; somewhere my distaste for him subsided enough I dived into the extra content about him. And somewhere around there I found him rather… human. A product of his environment. He’s still petty, and needlessly cruel, and so very desperate, and he’s also very, very broken, loney, and starved for something real in his life. Something for his own.

There was also a spike in hate when I read what he did to Jean, and as I said, there will always be at least a hint of disgust, when thinking about him.

I think it was better for him to die; with his arm broken and generally having screwed with the ties to his family, there was no way he could have redeemed himself, not as a person, and sure as hell not as a second son, anyway. He would have lost the chance for approval, his only purpose in life, one way or another, and he already lost Kevin; the only one who could have probably… well, ‘fixed’ is too much… he could have soothed. A little, after years and years to come, because that bond between him and Kevin would also be another life sentence, but at least this time, Riko would be chained to someone who cares.

Did you read Nora’s extra content?

Yes, most, if not all of it. I lingered the longest on Andreil & Riko ones.

#tfc meta #reply #tfc headcanon #coldsaturn

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shuuenka-writes · 8 years ago

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Within the Gray Mist [4.]

Paring: Marufuji Ryo/Zane Truesdale x Reader

Summary: [Dragon!AU] You were a village nobody, one of a many faces in the crowd. You’ve always thought your life will be simple and normal. But when you met a wounded dragon on one snowy day, everything you knew was challenged.

pervious: [3.] [masterlist]

“Ouch,” you hissed, rising a bucket full of water and clothing. With every stretch your muscules screamed in pain. You wasn’t able to see your back, but the constant pain asssured you that you were covered in bruises.

You started to hang clean clothing on the strings in the palace backyard, when you heard a noise. You turned around, shadowing your eyes from merciless sun, that burned your arms. The clothing you hung earlier, stayed unswayed till somebody decided it was an amazing idea to run through them. With a laugh, two girls appeared. One you knew; it was the girl called Princess Mana; and the other you didn’t recognize. You siged and turned back to your work, the earlier you finish, the sooner you’d be able to hide from the sun. “Hello!” the girl called out. “Hi!” You blinked and turned around; the princess was waving at you. You looked away and tensed. “Hey, what’s your name?” she stood beside you. “You were serving me breakfast past few days, right? I didn’t catch your name.” You clenched your teeth. She was doing this all the time; talking, asking, smiling. “So?” “______,” you mumbled, and bowed the way Aguhie taught you. “What a pretty name! And sounds so foreign!” she clapped her hands. “Pray tell, where are you from?” You pursed your lips, and stole a glance at the girl. She was beaming at you, with a curious sparkle in her dark eyes. The clothing waited for you in the basket, and you weren’t she sure if this idleness will be good for you. But you could appreciate a little relax it provided to your back. “Daksina Lands,” you replied minutes later. “Ooh! In the south, right?” she jumped with excitement. “I heard it’s really cold out there.” She looked at you, as if waiting for a reply. You nodded. You didn’t think it was really cold there, but for people of this land it could be. “Princess, let’s go,” the girl you earlier ignored, whined and tugged on the girls hand. She was dressed almost as extravagant as Mana, but surely looked more tidy. She glanced at you with distaste. Actually, you agreed with her on one point, the princess should go. “Don’t talk to her, she’s just a servant.” “Oh, don’t be rude, Nousha,” Mana scolded. The girl scoffed and turned away. Why has your presence annoyed her so much? People of Moratu Kingdom was so wierd, the old bowed to youngsters, women to men. They lived within blocks of stone, so suffocating and small, where the wind brings only a dust and sand, blinding their eyes. No real trees; no pines that would bring a homely smell; just a fruitless branches of a dry wood used to make fire. It was a different world where you were punished for seeking freedom, where you were scolded for forgetting to bow to a girl younger than you. “There you are princess,” a voice cut in. Tall, and well built man in his forties appeared beside Mana with a bow. “It’s time for your archery lessons.” “Oh, right I forgot!” she took the bow in her hands and hugged it close as to not let it fall down. What a peculiar way of holding a bow, you cocked your head. “Are you coming, Nousha?” “Yes, princess!” You took it as a sign to get back work. The sweat already was dropping from your forehead, and you truly had enough if this sun for today. You wished you could hide within palace magazines, where you’d be able to cool off. Too hot. Way too hot. “_____ would you like to come with us? ” the princess called. “I want to hear more about Daksina Lands!” You blinked. Was she serious? From the look from her eyes it seemed so. “Uh, no,” you said. After a little thought you added, “your …um, Highness.” Mana pursed her lips. The archery teacher looked at you with a smile, but his voice was sharp. “It would be a great offence if you decline Her Highness’ invitation.” This sharp voice reminded you of the beating you got when last time you went against rules of this foreign world. As if on que, a shudder went through your spine. You nodded your head and lifted the basket. “Yay!” The princess chatted with you all way to the training grounds. At some point, the basket was taken from you, and now you just walked, your arms crossed. You were glad, that you were to stand under some kind of roof over your head, as the heat was getting unbearable. Though anyone else didn’t have as much problem as you. The Princess shot her first arrow to the target made of straw, and as you predicted, she missed. Her position was not entirely wrong, but still not good to be precise. To your surprise people around clapped their hands, and said their congratulations. When you missed your target, your father would correct you and make you shoot as many arrows till you did things right. Mana pouted, and the next three arrows went even further from the center. Nonetheless, people cheered. You looked towards her teacher, just to see his unnerving smile. You looked away before he could catch your stare. After this little presentation, the grounds started to clear, and you were close to sneak away if not for the teacher clamping his hand on your shoulder. With your lips tightly closed you sat down by Nousha on the pillows. Mana’s lesson continued, and you had nothing else to do, than to play with your talisman. It was around six days since you were beaten. Perhaps less, perhaps more. It was hard to keep the count, when the days were almost the same. Usually you liked routine, your routine – at your home, in your village. Here, you slowly were falling into domestication, and it somehow made you restless. It was not your home, you shouldn’t get used to it. No. But somehow, you were. Slowly you found out, you could recognize most of the faces around, even without giving them the name. Foreing land was slowly becoming familiar in its foreigness. Small shudder creeped on your back, as you took a deep breath. Six days, since you came back from the cells. Your hand clasped around the bracelet that was chained to your wirst. You rubbed the feathers on your talisman. Once from a raven, one from an owl. And what did it bring you? Nothing. Were gods above angry at you? Were they punishing you for helping a dragon? A being despised within the people? You didn’t know, not even from where such thoughts came from. And what was Ryo doing? Minus the evenings you didn’t see him at all, and even then you didn’t talk. Was he your friend? At some point you considered him as such. A companion, only familiar soul within mass of strangers. But he was a stranger too. Afterall, what you knew about him? Again, nothing. You were alone. And for the first time in your life, you felt lonely. “Ugh, why can’t I shoot just right?” the princess sat down, with a huff. “Because your footwork is wrong,” you said. Only a second later, when you felt stares on you, you realized you said that out loud. You gulped. “Really!?” Mana jumped. “Teacher, why didn’t you tell me?!” The teacher looked perplexed for a second, and then smiled once again. “Huuh? What a servant girl could know about archery?” Nousha piped in and send you a glare. You tried to make yourself smaller. Suddenly she smirked and gave you her bow. “Go, show us your amazing footwork then.” You remembered your first hunt, and a doe that looked at you, knowing it’s fate. You were sure you looked just the same. You looked at the princess, wishing she would just say no. But she smiled to you and nodded. “Yes, please show me how to shoot correctly,” she smiled. “I heard people of Daksina Lands are good with a bow, right master?” “Well, that’s correct, Princess,” he shot you a smile. Out of the three smiles you were offered, his was definitely malicious, unlike Mana’s naïve one. “Please, show us.” You felt their eyes on you, as you moved with stiff movements towards the targets. You picked up an arrow and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You imagined your father beside you, with his gentle smile, telling you to relax your muscles. You imagined frost biting your fingers as you stretched the string. You imagined the calm forest around you, as you let the arrow go. And instead of the straw target, you saw a rabbit. And that was it, just in the center. “Whoa!” the Princess shouted, and your concentration crumbled to dust, as you once again stood with your head down. She run up to you, “That was amazing, ______!” You didn’t dare to look up at the teacher or Nousha’s face. You didn’t want to see them. “That’s… surprising,” the teacher said carefully. You glanced at his astonished face. Princess stood beside you, trying to recreate the pose you did, with concentration on her face. You gulped. “A little bit to the left,” you mumbled. “Like this?” You nodded. She stretched the string. “Princess, that’s not necessary for you to learn from a savage,” the teacher said. “Shhh!” You helped her with positioning her arms, straightened her back and when the next arrow was let go, it hit much more closer to the center, than any of her arrows. She looked at it overwhelmed, and then laughed in glee. It was a good shoot, you decided. You felt glares on your back. You didn’t understand; when she was missing the target they celebrated, when she did good, they were unhappy. What a weird people. And that’s how you were asked to help the Princess with archery. You, a servant girl. You sat down with princess and her friend, that kept shooting you glares. Mana kept talking, and at some point you started to ignore her. It was easy, she wouldn’t even wait for a reply, but kept going on. “…and you know, I went to feed the dragon the other day, and she almost bit of my hand!” “No way!” Nousha gasped. You perked up. “A dragon?” you asked, bringing attention to yourself. “Yes,” Mana smiled. “We have three in the crypts, didn’t you know?” You shook your head. It sounded like they owned them, like pets. Unbelivable. “Would you like to see them?” Mana stood up, ready to go. “It’s soon their dinner time, so we can go, right master?” The man nodded his head. Striked with sudden interest you followed the princess. She led you through the corridors, still talking. “How come, you caught the dragons?” you asked. “Hm,” she hummed, “they were here before I was born. Teacher, do you know?” The man coughed and straightened. “One hundered years ago, it was belived that the dragons were thinking creatures,” he started. “Many could even take a human form. They possessed magic, and were the most prideful of all magic creatures.” You nodded in interest. You didn’t know much about dragons anyway. “But at some point they lost this knowledge and became the beasts, at least within our Kingdom. Now they are just animals, wild and savage. In Westenra, I’ve heard there are still living and thinking dragons. But that’s probably just a prattle.” He nodded to himself. “What would you do if there were thinking dragons?” you asked, your tone flat. He looked over you, in his monologue he seemed to forget that he was supposed to despise you because you were just a servant. “That would be amazing experiment!” he exclaimed. “To think they would exist. Surely, I wouldn’t let them go out of my sight!” he suddenly sighed, “but to find a blue blooded one, the real, free thinking dragon… That’s a pipe dream.” You felt your throat drying, and you didn’t want to ask any more questions. You stepped down the stone stairs, while the teacher rised a torch. Your shadows danced on the walls, and instead of a dread of going down, you somehow felt calmness sweeping over you. The teacher lighted torches at the very bottom of the crypts, and your gaze met shining eyes of the beasts. Gold, red, green. Three pairs of orbs turned to your group, and you heard sound of the rattling chains. In the light of the fire, the steel shone with a malicious gleam, the echo made the sound five times more overwhelming. You didn’t dare to take any more steps. While you stood frozen, a few other servants that went with you took out fresh meat. The dragon’s gazes turned to it, and growls echoed in the crypts. Their eyes, you seen them before. Glowing, seething with rage. Just like Ryo’s when he was weak and wounded. Eyes of the beasts. You walked a few steps towards the bars. You almost touched the steel, when the golden-eyed dragon jumped at you. He was stopped by the chains, but his ager filled howl echoed in the crypts. You saw how they jumped to the meat, and with a few loud growls, it was gone. You turned around. It was scary, how they turned into a wild animals, just like the teacher said. Their freedom was taken away from them, and now all they could do was to growl and glare behind steel bars. It was… sad. You ignored the rest of feeding session, wishing you could just get away from here. A half an hour later it came to an end, and your hurling stomach calmed down. You were free, you were out of the crypts, and when again on the surface you took a breath of relief. At some point you were released to your duties, and this time the scolding from Jaharis went deaf in your ears, as you couldn’t shut out the images you witnessed. And the teacher’s words still echoed in your mind. In the evening, you took all of your belongings and without a word you laid down beside Ryo. Even in his sleep, he had a frown on his face. You were quiet, but somehow he woke up and focused his eyes on you. You stared back at him, reminded of his almost white eyes when you saw him for the first time. “Ryo,” you whispered, so quietly, you weren’t sure he heard you. “You’re in danger.” “What happened?” he asked, turning his body to face you. “I saw dragons,” you replied, clutching hard at the dirty blanket. “You can’t let them catch you.” The silence stretched for far too long. Ryo shook off his covers and sat up. No, you thought, don’t ask me this. “Show me,” he said. “I can’t. I don’t have the key to the crypts.” He frowned at you. You weren’t this brave to look for the key, you didn’t even know where to look for it. *** You woke up next morning. You didn’t even know when you fell asleep. You guessed it was somewhere around the time Ryo went quiet about the key. You took a deep breath, your head hurt as you tried to open your eyes. You felt cold. It was early,; the sun was just peaking into the room, and in hour or so everyone would be waking up. You looked to your left, just to find Ryo’s bedding empty. You sat up, regretting it immiedately, as your stomach made a flip. You looked around the room, just to find snoring women and men, but no blue-haired dragon in sight. Goddamn him, you cursed as you stood up, leaning a bit onto the wall. He went to the crypts. Goddamn you, telling him about it all. How could you know he would just go and search for the crypts? But still. You wiped off the sweat of your forehead, and set off in the direction of the crypts. Your head was splitting, and you knew you weren’t walking straight. Just like a drunkard. You saw him before the bolt to the crypts. “Ryo!” you half-hissed, half-shouted. He glanced at you. “What are you doing here?” “Right back at you. Are you crazy?” he stumbled towards him. “Last time we tried to do something against the rules, we got beaten. You want that again?” He glared again, his eyes, a little bit brighter. But maybe it was just your imagination. You took a deep breath, rubbing your arms. It was cold. Weird. “So you are set on staying here?” he hissed at you. “Of course not!” you replied a little louder than you intended. You trembled without control. “But what can I do?” He frowned even more and clenched his hands on the bolt. You put your hands on his and glared back at him. “I won’t stay here and do nothing,” he said and pushed back your hands. “It will only get you killed!” you raised your voice. “If they know what you are, they won’t let you go.” “That doesn’t concern you. You should go back to sleep,” he hissed. You stumbled back. The headache was unbearable, your body shook as the cold sweat dropped from your forehead. Your eyes were slowly loosing focus, dizziness made the corridor spin. “_____?” a new voice cut in. Through the mist within your eyes you saw brown haired girl waling up to you. “Who are you?” You cradled yourself in your arms, trying to stop trembling. You recognized that person, it was the princess. You felt the reality fading away as you were slowly falling down, and just before everything faded to black, you saw white eyes. “Please…” you mumbled. *** You were drowning. The eight years old you saw the fading light as the oxygen was running out. The bubbles were surrounding you, as you tried to scream for help. You kicked and tried to swim, but you couldn’t. Your vision was clouding, when you felt something under you, pushing you upwards. You were thrown on the ice, coughing and shivering. You looked back, and saw blue eyes of a beast you never seen before. It was staring at you intently, blue scales glowing in morning sun. “Guh…” you coughed. ‘’Thank you.” The creature blinked. It’s muzzle came closer to you, and you could feel it’s icy breath on your red cheeks. And then it happened. As if something within you stretched, and then broke, shattered in billion pieces, leaving you breathless. It did it. It took away something. Something you couldn’t name. Something important, which after a minute you forgot that existed. And it all faded to black. *** You felt a sour taste in your mouth. Famialiar. You couldn’t quite put a finger where, or when, you tasted it, but you knew you did. “Swallow it,” a voice ordered you. It was soft, and smooth and after a second or so you obliged. After a gulp more of your senses slowly woke up. You felt something dropping on your swollen lips, to your mouth, a few drops trickling down your jaw and throat. “Once again, _____.” You gulped down again. You felt a hand on your forehead. And then you felt just how much you were feverish, when cold hand made a contact with your cheek. It was a chill that you welcomed. You coughed, but then again swallowed the sour liquid. Was it your mother taking care of you? Your father? No, you thought with tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. They couldn’t be here. They were gone. You opened your eyes. It hurt, but you did nonetheless. You met the gaze you knew. This time blue. Midnight blue. Not white. No longer a beast. “You have a fever,” he said quietly and you had to focus to understand. “You should rest.” You tried say something, but in the end you settled on simple nod. You watched as he drew his hand back and covered his wrist with a bandage. Ah, now you understood. Where were you? The mattress were too soft to be your own bedding. It smelled a little bit too nice to be servants room. But you couldn’t finish your thoughts as you fell asleep again, this time a little bit more calm and relaxed.

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