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save-the-spiral · 2 months ago

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Barrow

(Part One) (Part Three)

Content warning for Dehumanization, Blood, Muzzles, Referenced Torture, Alcohol Mention

(Ao3 link)

1.8K words, Vampire Whumpee, Human Whumper.

Beau woke up collared with a chain connecting him to the wall. He had been gagged, a dirty rag shoved in his mouth. It tasted strangely sweet, like fruit just on the verge of rotting. He had been ordered to kneel the floor, and he was doing so, with his hands in his lap as he looked up through his eyelashes to watch his master without making eye contact.

"I do wonder if you've ever heard of vampires before this." Beau's master's tone was light, curious. He lounged in a chair, almost dangling his nearly empty wine glass between pale, uncalloused fingers.

"They are quite rare these days, but a few centuries ago they were nearly everywhere. Much like rats." He mused, not waiting for a response. He carded a hand through his normally tidy blonde hair, the gel he always used barely working anymore.

"And like rats, they were in every shadow, wallowing in filth. Vermin that drank blood, preying on the living. Oh sure, there were a few wealthy vampire families, but they were more cults than anything- rather gauche, if you ask me." Icy blue eyes flicked over to Beau before continuing to examine the wineglass. The smallest bit of white wine remained, slipping around the glass as he toyed with it.

"Eventually the powers that be started movements to kill off all the bloodsuckers- paying a pretty penny in bounties. By the time the twentieth century rolled around, most countries proudly declared vampires an extinct breed. Forgotten about, even by those of longer-lived races who experienced it." His nose scrunched, the expression of distaste still refined on his face somehow.

"But I paid attention in my history classes. I knew what they were. And it came in handy when the right opportunities came my way. They wanted to sell that thing off for cheap, but I knew its true value." There was a manic light in those blue eyes as he set the wineglass down.

He stood, imposing and looming over Beau.

"I knew there were rumors of secret enclaves, isolated with their own little vampire societies." He began to pace, the racks of weapons and tools behind him a sinister backdrop.

"No need to feed it or clean up waste like with a person." He turned on his heel to walk back across the room.

"The perfect punching bag." Another turn.

"Unable to die." Another turn.

"I thought any tales of vampirism being transmitted were fiction, fear mongering and propaganda." He finally stopped pacing, right in front of Beau, staring down at him.

"But you, servant of mine, are living proof." His master smiled, not the disarming grins he gave to guests, not the barely there twitch of his lips when he was alone, but a wide, unhinged grin.

Despite spending his whole life serving his master, Beau had never seen such an expression from him. It made him want to run and hide.

Then came laughter. Not jovial chuckles from bantering with his colleagues, but something darker, more genuine. Beau was shaking with fear.

Beau had never had reason to fear his master before now. There had been clear rules to working and living as a servant in the estate. And Beau had followed all of them, taught at his mother's knee.

He had followed his master's orders, not struggling when he had been gagged, kneeling when told, and he still felt like he was in danger. It didn't compute in his brain, a complete divergence from how his life worked for nineteen years.

"Well- 'living proof' is a bit of a misnomer, hmm?" His master said, laughter dying down. His eyes bored into Beau, making him feel small.

Beau was still shaking, knees aching from kneeling for so long on the unforgiving concrete floor. He didn't feel as cold as he should- he knew this. He had visited this room for only minutes at a time before, and it had felt colder then.

It was sinking in now. Beau had died. He didn't know how long ago- minutes, hours. But the body of the thing- the vampire- that had previously resided here was gone, leaving only its slowly draining blood as proof that it had existed at all.

Except it had also left Beau behind. Dead, but not.

He was dead. That was why everything felt so strange. Why he wasn't hearing the usual dull roar of blood rushing in his ears and the rapid thud of his heartbeat even though he was terrified.

Why there was a collar around his neck, heavy and chaining him to the wall.

Beau hadn't been given permission to speak- he had never spoken in his master's presence before, not when he was a simple servant rarely in the same room as his master. He wanted to speak now, to ask if he really was dead. If he was a vampire as his master claimed.

Beau dared to lift his head, meeting his master's eyes for the first time in his life. He immediately regretted it. All that was left in himself was animal fear, clawing and begging for him to bow his head, submit, curl into the corner and hope he didn't die again.

"I think you'll be the best behaved yet when it comes to my toys, yes?" His master nodded to himself as he spoke, not acknowledging the eye contact.

Beau nodded as well before bowing his head once again. He stared down at the bloodstained concrete floor and resolved to not look up unless ordered to.

The sigh that filled the room sent another cold shock of terror through Beau, grasping at his dead heart and squeezing. Why did he feel so much if he was dead?

"I can't have you spreading your disease, though. It wouldn't do for the government to come knocking down my door for hosting a parasite like you, would it?" Another rhetorical question, his master walking away and towards the racks on the wall.

Beau hadn't realized he could do what had been done to him to others. He didn't want to attack anyone, he'd never been in a fight in his life. He wasn't a violent person. Surely he wouldn't devolve into that feral beast that had killed him?

It wasn't inherent to being a vampire, was it? If that's the case, no wonder everyone tried to kill them all off.

Beau didn't want to hurt anyone. He couldn't bear to imagine any of the estate's staff entering the basement and being hurt by him. Those were his friends, his family.

His master spoke in a lower tone, mostly to himself. "We can try defanging, but that seems rather arduous, and I have a meeting scheduled early tomorrow. For now… yes, this'll work."

The sudden clinking of metal made Beau startle, unnecessary breath catching in his chest. Footsteps drew closer.

His master clicked his tongue. "Take out the gag and raise your head."

Beau followed the orders, grateful to have them, to have something to follow and cling to when he's been left unmoored from normality, from life itself. He kept the rag that had been used to gag him in his hands, glancing down at it.

The scrap of cloth was more red than its original white, splotched with blood. Had it tasted sweet because he was a monster now?

A small cage of metal with black leather straps dangled from his master's hand. Beau had seen many of them on the hunting dogs in the estate's kennel.

Relief made his shoulders relax, some of the tightly wound tension fading. He wouldn't be able to bite anyone. He wouldn't be able to tear into anyone like that thing did to him.

Beau kept his chin tilted up, eyes downcast to not make contact with his master's. The metal was cold, pressing tight enough to bruise against his cheeks. The straps were buckled around the back of his head, parting through cropped black hair.

"There's a good dog." His master's hand was warm against his scalp as it ruffled Beau's hair. He turned and left before Beau could react, the door to the room shutting and locking.

Beau had been too shocked to duck his head away from the hand, but now that he was alone shame and embarrassment washed over him. He wasn't a dog. He was a person! He was a nineteen year old man! He was…

He was collared, and chained, and muzzled. Like a dog. And he had just sat there and let it happen because he was a servant of the house and didn't know how to disobey his master. There was always punishment for orders left unfollowed. But he didn't have a job to lose anymore.

His mom did, though. She spent most of her life in the estate as a servant. She had nowhere else to go, no one outside of the estate to rely on. Their master could dismiss her and she'd have nothing.

The stakes for Beau were different now. It wasn't about losing his job and getting kicked out onto the streets. He wasn't a human being anymore. He wasn't even alive. His master had no reservations about chaining and muzzling Beau, and why would he stop there when he had tortured dozens of people in this very basement.

That was probably Beau's purpose. Why keep him down here otherwise? He had all the traits of the previous vampire that made it the perfect 'toy', except he already was trained to obey.

Indignation rose. He may not be human anymore but he wasn't a dog. He had his pride even in death.

It wasn't like he could do anything about it now. His mom's livelihood was on the line, even if she didn't know it yet. He was already chained. No victims had ever escaped the basement.

No one escaped Beau's master.

The thought chased away all the fear and indignation, replacing it all with the heavy weight of dread.

Beau was trapped. No one ever escaped before. No one would be rescuing him. Everyone he knew worked here, and wouldn't risk their jobs to save him. His mom couldn't afford to.

He wondered if this was it, if he would live as his master's dog forever. But he wasn't alive, he reminded himself.

In times like this where his thoughts became to depressing, he would usually lose himself in washing dishes or peeling potatoes or something else mindless. Now he had nothing. No tasks to complete, no orders to fulfill. Just a concrete room full of tools that would be used in his torture.

Beau found a patch of floor with the least stains and curled up, resting his head on his arms and bringing his knees to his chest.

He hoped the dead could sleep.

(Part One) (Part Three)

#Whump #Not Wizzy #Whumpblr #Whump Writing #Vampire Whumpee #Human Whumper #Beaumont Mallory #Nonhuman Whumper #Writing #Original Characters #my ocs #ocs #OKAY this one was mostly exposition #i was GONNA do a thing like. with a kinda flashback to his master's monologue between Beau getting the shit kicked out of him but #it seemed like itd be convoluted to establish exactly what i was doing instead of going straight into 'these are him remembering'#so i split them #dont worry hell get the shit kicked out of him soon. and i've promised teeth whump i guess <- guy who didnt think about that oops #side note im WORKING on the character design and name for his master and currently have a working list #side note i was almost tempted to give him a douchey man bun or something but decided against it #so woe. gelled hair in a little douchey quiff instead . and of course blonde hair blue eyes. hes so insufferable. mid 20s ceo whose so NICE #hes so nice and kind to people :) when hes not at home. full of anger 24/7 too

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turtleblogatlast · 2 years ago

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There’s something so intensely funny to me about Donnie loving to dance…but being the absolute worst at it

Like just looking at their scores for the dancing game, Mikey clears everyone, Raph holds his own, and Leo tried just hard enough to beat Donnie, and I find this all so dang funny

This isn’t to say he’s bad at it, we know they all have at least some skill in that area, I just like the idea of characters enjoying something but not being super incredible at it just because they like it! It’s a humanizing trait that I don’t see often

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #no but fr I hold this close to my heart #side note but I also like to think of Mikey being amazing at dancing but it’s not all that high on his list of hobbies #man’s a ballet dancer and master at their version of ddr but it’s whatever yknow?#just some fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#knowing how Donnie is with his video games also makes me hold this hc closer

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kurokawaia · 2 years ago

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DEATH NOTE MASTER LIST

Light | Light Yagami

Oneshots/ images

Just For Me (nsfw) - coming soon

L | L Lawleit

Oneshots/ images

Come on (nsfw) - coming soon

Mello | Miheal Kheel

Oneshots/ images

Motorcycle (nsfw)

Motorcycle pt2 (nsfw)

Not Even Yourself (nsfw)

Stay Away from her (sfw)

Roof tops (nsfw)

Headcanons/ drabbles

Stress Relief (nsfw)

Anxiety (sfw)

Rough Day (nsfw)

Comfort (sfw)

Ideal Body (sfw) tw: eating disorders

His Praise (nsfw)

Extraverted? Not Really (sfw)

Matt | Mail Jeevas

Oneshots/ images

Motorcycle pt2 (nsfw)

Near | Nate Rivers

Oneshots/ images

Growing affections - part 1 (sfw + sightly suggestive)

Growing affections - part 2 (nsfw)

MASTER LIST ───

#death note master list #death note x reader

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er-cryptid · 1 year ago

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Note Cards (January 2024)

1/3 Down Femoral Shaft Diagram

1st Cuneiform Anatomical Siding

3-Phosphoglycerate Derivatives

3rd Class Lever Diagram

55 Cancri c

A. floridanum

Amplification of Enzymes Diagram

Archaeologist

Arginine

Bedsore

Cardiac Valve Sounds

Carnitine Acyltransferase Reaction

Cranial Nerve 8 Dysfunctions

D2700 Skull

Diagnosing Leishmaniasis

DNA Polymerase

Enzyme Catalysis

Features of Genus Homo

Guide RNA

Human Lifespan

Locations of Preganglionic Soma

Longissimus Regions

Methanogenesis

Middle Proteins

Morphology of Pelvis

Multiple Displacement Amplification

NADPH and Glucose 6-P

NH3 and Glycine Synthase Reaction

Occipital Belly of Occipitofrontalis OIA

Penicillinases

Peptide Bond Torsion Angles

Pulp Development Zones

Rectus Abdominis OIA

RM3 Tooth - Buccal View

Roles of Actin Filaments

Safkhet

Schwann Cells vs Oligodendrocytes

Siding Distal Tibia

SOS Response

Southern Sugar Maple

spino-

TH17 Cells

Tibial Groove for Flexor Hallucis Longus

Upper Midshaft of Humerus Diagram

Vena Jugularis

Y. faxoniana

Zygomaticus

Patreon

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psychodreamerangel · 1 month ago

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I LOVE FIRE DANCE SO MUCH ITS SUCH A GOOD FUCKING SONG IT GETS ME SO HYPED UP EVERY TIME I HEAR IT... THE CHART IS SO FUN TOO IT MIGHT BE MY FAV IN THE GAME

#its also like the highest level chart i fc'd on master its SO GOOD...#the one part at the end before the last long hold notes where like #u flick a bunch kf times on the same side of the screen #does that make sense #its SO FUCKING FUN AND SATISFYING #dude i cant wait till fun! releases......#surprisingly even though vbs is low on my list of groups their movie song is by far the best #i mean not that the other songs were bad #or vbs songs are bad theyre absolutely not #but i usually tend to like mmj / nightcord songs most #just yeah fjwljflgkekrjpekglg #moonposting

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black-wolf066 · 5 months ago

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The Umbrella Academy Fanfiction/Writing Master List

Hello everyone!

I’m in the process of revamping my blog mostly to make things easier for app users. The old master list will be deleted, and this list will be in its place due to outdated info and links since I no longer use FF.net and now only use Tumblr or Ao3. Keep in mind most of these pieces were written just before and during season 2, so most are not canon compliant with the show.

I haven't written anything for TUA lately, but I also still haven't seen Season 4, so things might change in that department.

List of works is below the cut. Enjoy!

Theories/Headcanon pieces:

Klaus & Ben and the Topic of waffles —-head canon

Klaus is smarter and more observant than people give him credit for —head canon

Klaus and the topic of driving —head canon

Who are the Commission —–Theory

AU’s/Ideas:

Klaus the Immortal — based off the idea where the apocalypse is averted. Klaus is immortal and out lives his other siblings. Him and Ben then go through thousands upon thousands of years, living long enough to witness the “true” end of times.

Fullmetal Alchemist/TUA AU —it’s exactly what it means. Just a short imagine piece.

Ao3 works:

Not an End of All, Only an End of Something —- (Complete) Not season 2 onward compliant.

An Au where Five dies young in the apocalypse, finds his way back to haunt his Séance brother, and now it’s all up to Klaus to try and help put a stop to it all. Klaus really didn’t sign up for any of this. ((Story told in stand-alone one-shots up until Chapter 12. Chapter 13 is where the Season 1 canon divergence starts. 21/21 chapters—but will probably continue to post one-shots in the future.

We Keep Going in Dizzying Circles, Will it Ever Stop? -- (Complete for now) Season 2 rewrite.

What if, Klaus and Ben had more time to talk in the elevator after everyone left. What if, Luther actually overheard parts of Klaus’ side of things, and decided to take it seriously instead of just dragging him off by the ankle? What-if, due to these changes, they managed to make it in time to use the briefcase and get home? ((This is now a Season 2 canon-divergent fanfic))

White Orchid — Not season 2 onward compliant.

“She’s lonely Klaus, look at her.” Thing was, Klaus was looking; and if he were being honest, he had been for a long time now. (((One-shot for now, with Klaus and Vanya sibling bonding. May end up expending upon this with a larger One-shot like i did with Not and End of All’s prologue chapter.)))

Whelp, Now What? —- Not season 2 onward compliant, idea was born from promo speculation before the season even aired.

Klaus stared blankly at the plume of smoke billowing up and out from the open hood. “In my defense, you’re an awful teacher.” Klaus whirled around with a scowl pointed directly at a sheepishly grinning Ben, standing several paces away from him; keys jingling on the fingers of his lifted right hand. Coward. ((Season 2 speculation/headcanon for what Klaus, and Ben, could have been up to in the undetermined amount of time they’ve been stuck in the 1960’s.))

The Hidden Potential of Number Four — Not season 2 onward compliant.

What if Klaus had always been able to see and communicate with the dead, even as an infant? What if his secondary powers were the ones to manifest as he grew, like the rest of his siblings? ((Just a speculation fic before season 2 comes out, did not put anything that could be considered a spoiler, so fear not))

Never Had a Chance, Did We? —- Not season 2 onward compliant

Dust and debris floated in his vision, but through it—through Ben’s frantic movements and moving lips, that Klaus couldn’t hear the words of—he could see it. Through the chaos, he saw as Harold was lifted up in the air; his whimpering and begging of his life, falling on deaf ears. He saw Vanya, his tiny unsuspecting little sister, swallowed in a white light that nearly blinded his retinas to look at. He saw Allison and Diego among the rubble. Allison didn’t get up. Nor did Diego. Klaus couldn’t even find Luther in the chaos and debris. ((A what if theory, among the many possibilities that could have happened during that first apocalyptic timeline. )))

Like Ships in the Night —- Not season 2 onward compliant

What if Klaus survived the apocalypse, but Five had long since buried him and his siblings and left for other parts of the city, by the time he woke up? What if, like ships in the night, they kept crossing each other’s paths without even realizing it? What if, the only reason the commission took Five out of his time, was that the two were dangerously close to meeting up? Five can’t know what happened. The timeline would surely be out of their control if he caught wind of who started it. The handler wasn’t worried. She had a plan.

She Looks to the Moon– (The link leads to Ao3) Semi season 2 compliant.

Sometimes, she would stare at the moon and smile, but mostly, she stared up at the moon and cried. ((A fix it of sorts because I need Allison grieving the loss of her daughter. And I wanted Allison to tell Raymond about her too.))

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy master list #writing master list #fanfiction master list #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #headcanons #fan theories #fanfic ideas #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #alison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #please note again all stories were written before and during season 2 #so all stories are pre Victor changing #gen fics

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banesberry-anomoly · 1 year ago

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HH/HB oc......

Also have bonus ponytown skins. It was so fucking hard to make 3 pairs of ears in pt but I did it

#Banesberry art #p o n y #altoclef.exe #Tropic Cervid #This is the oc I mentioned in the erm ask earlier lol #Hes literally me guys #(I have a master list in my notes app and have submitted it in every HH/HB rp server were in. Very autisic about it)

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evansbby · 9 months ago

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Bestie my fav fic of yours is actually the Lloyd one and I’m proud of it

NOOOOOOOOOOÔ

WHY

#when my Ari Levinson master list exists 😭😭😭#I hate that my fic with the most notes is that Lloyd one 😭😭#like wtf WHY LLOYD #totally off brand for me #I hope captain’s reward overtakes it #or stepdaddy Ari #both of them are on 7k #anon

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beaunoor · 1 year ago

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Alright, I swear it is the last time of me saying I’ll start writing,,,I just have posting anxiety haa

Here are my full fic drafts lined up for editing and ready to be published!

Court in Session (working title)–Higuruma Hiromi

Small domestic drabble with ^ all done!

Hopelessly Devoted to You–Nanami Kento

Therefore, you and me– Il Dottore/Zandik

Arranged marriage series–Ikemen Prince, Leon, Keith, Chev, Clavis are lined up

Reconcile--Kishibe

In Too Deep–Ran Haitani

He’s haunting me…—Choso

Tall, Blonde, Dark, and Mean–Vil Schoenheit

Scoundrel—Divus Crewel

Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight (working title)—Alucard (hellsing) series

The Court Jester—Lyney

And I, I love you—Diluc R.

Death becomes her—Undertaker

Various drabbles/rambles will be posted too bc I just have them piled up in drafts. Still have 77 pages of wip’s left to conceptualize, so open to suggestions!

#aina’s notes #I swear im a writer guys trust the process #I have a whole draft with info rule and master list ready #x reader #multifandom writer #animanga multifandom #im not writing a synopsis in case someone steals #higuruma hiromi x reader #nanami kento x reader #ikepri x reader #alucard x reader #il dottore x reader #divus crewel x reader #tokyo rev x reader #genshin impact x reader

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harrywavycurly · 2 years ago

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Sarah plz tell me NB isn’t nice brownies! She really cling onto that for years omg!!!😳😳🙃

Everyone realizing what NB stands for:

#i told my roommate what NB stood for when I had her write the note and grocery list and she went Sarah…that’s genious but what the fuck😂#trouble next door extras #my little dungeon master baby

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gridanian-red-mage · 2 years ago

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At the Bottom of a Mug

Summary

While the newly named Warrior of Light Arielle Solinar is running errands, her chocobo Mina catches wind of something that she thinks is worth investigating. Which leads them to a certain bard who doesn't quite have all of his wits about him.

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[Aaaand here's the first Arielle fic of several more that are to come in the future! (This one's a little long.😅) I actually have quite a few things written containing Arielle in my Word docs, so I'll be posting more of those here as time goes on and as I get further into the expansions. But anyway, this generally takes place before the move to Revenant's Toll, so roughly about 2.1-ish. I hope you enjoy!😊]

(AO3 version)

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“All right, so we’ve delivered that odd letter, took down some pests in the area, wrapped up that small squabble from earlier, and helped with another delivery for that nice elder,” Arielle listed. “Have I missed anything?”

Mina shook her head.

“Good. I would hate to have missed something.” Arielle sighed. “Having dealt with three primals in near succession and helped Alisaie with Bahamut for the time being, on top of the tasks we’ve just completed I think we’ve had quite the busy handful of days.”

A tired kweh.

“But we’ll probably have something needing our attention at the Waking Sands, so we can’t rest just yet today.”

Mina sighed.

“I know. I’m tired, too. But the faster we get there the faster you’ll be able to have some of those fruits I bought earlier.”

“Kweh!” The bird reared up excitedly to take off only to stop abruptly, cocking her head as she listened. She then made the chocobo’s equivalent of a confused expression.

“Something wrong?”

Mina chirped to confirm before gesturing not too far ahead of them.

“The Coffer and Coffin?”

“Kweh!”

“Lead the way, then.” As Mina headed off, Arielle began to ponder. She combed through her recollections of everyone they had helped just recently, carefully going over what she had been asked to do and where she had needed to go. She even retraced her steps from a few days ago. But as far as she knew they had done everything that was asked of them. “Are you sure we haven’t forgotten anything?”

“Kweh!”

Arielle hummed. “All right. If you say so.”

A few minutes later they had arrived, and she dismounted before leading Mina to a spot off to the side. Glancing around, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, nor did anyone seem distressed. But Mina usually had a good sense of her surroundings, so she didn’t really have much of a reason to wave Mina off.

Upon heading inside, Arielle could see that business was just about as typical as could be. Patrons were behaving as . . . they usually did in a place like this, and—

Wait. Almost immediately she recognized one of the men at the bar. “Thancred?”

Surrounded by at least four women and enough mugs for her to know it was far too many (even if they probably weren’t all his), was the man himself—getting very tipsy giggles out of the women with a slurred quip.

“Arielle!” Thancred practically beamed. “Wond’ful t’see you, as always!”

“How long have you been here?”

“No’ long at all. In’t that righ’, ladies?” At least three of the women burst into giggles.

“An’ jus’ who’re you s’posed t’be?” the fourth woman, an Elezen, questioned.

“Someone who is taking him home,” Arielle replied. Thancred reached for another mug only for her to take it out of his reach. “I think that’s enough for now, Thancred.”

“Ever th’stern one,” he joked, right before hiccupping. That pulled a sigh out of her.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“We were here first!” one of the women whined. “Especially me!”

“He’s, um . . . a very busy man and has many things left to do,” Arielle explained.

“He’ll be too busy to leave once I get him alone!” another woman replied, giggling afterwards.

“Well . . . he’s. . . .” Think, Arielle. Think of something to ward them off. She straightened up. “He’s been especially busy with me recently.”

All four women made an assortment of disappointed noises loud enough to turn some heads, making Arielle wince.

“I knew he was too good to be true!” a Miqo’te woman sobbed.

“Ladies, please,” Thancred tried to assure. “Thr’s plenny o’ me t’go’round.” Another hiccup.

Arielle tried not to cringe. “Of course there is.” Three of the women in the group pouted in various ways while the Miqo’te continued to sob. “I suggest the four of you find other suitors elsewhere.” But before the women could protest, the bartender stepped in.

“Go on, ye heard the lass. I won’t be havin’ any fights ‘round here, especially a cat-fight.”

“Ahh ’Shtola—as pow’ful asshe isss rad’nt,” Thancred declared as the women shuffled off.

“Yes I completely agree,” Arielle said. She turned to the bartender. “You have my thanks, Roger.”

“Don’t mention it,” Roger said before sighing. “Sod’s been ‘ere for bells. At first he was mutterin’ into his mug all serious-like—”

“I w’s not muttering,” Thancred argued. Another hiccup.

“But seein’ as how it was his business I let ‘im be. An’ before long, one mug led to countless others, an’ now he’s in a right mess. I suggest ye take ‘em to the closest inn ‘round here.” He leaned in. “Between you an’ me, I think he needs someone to talk to.”

“Thank you,” Arielle said.

“Y’really should res’ ev’ry now ‘n then,” Thancred said.

“So says the man who overworks himself.” She began to help him up. “Come on. You’ve been alone long enough.”

“I c’n walk jussf’ne, Arielle Solinar.” Another hiccup, making Arielle frown.

“How much did he spend?”

“Don’t ye worry ‘bout that,” Roger replied.

“Roger—”

“Yer friend’s more important than the coin.”

“At least let me pay for half.”

The man sighed. “Fine. Half, an’ that’s it.”

Arielle handed over the amount before taking her leave, and she could feel a few pairs of eyes on her. Once they were outside, Thancred squinted at the change in lighting, and Mina kweh’d cheerfully only to cut herself off. Upon noticing his current state, she gave a curt but concerned look.

“Ih seems Mina’s unhappy t’see me thi’ time,” he said. “I s’posed I must’ve u’set ‘er.”

“She’s just worried about you. We both are.”

“I’ma grown man, Ar’elle. I c’n handle m’self.” Mina made a noise of concern before lowering herself down. “Riding u’ fron’ fer once, I see.”

“Mmhmm.” Arielle positioned Thancred before mounting herself, making sure she had her arms around him just securely enough.

“Care t’tell me where we’re goin’?” He tipped to the side a bit, and Arielle readjusted him.

“The Quicksand. Or at least the Hourglass. I’ll not be letting you go back to the Waking Sands like this.”

“ ‘T’will be good t’see M’modi again.”

“And I’m sure she will be happy to see you as well.” Arielle could already picture the woman chiding him should she manage to spot them. “Easy now, Mina.” She shook the reins, and Mina went off at a steady pace.

“I’ve had many a w’mn witheir arms ‘round me, m’ny ‘o them not quite as fair as you.”

Arielle held back a grimace. “Yes I’m . . . very much aware of the women you’ve charmed.”

“I do r’m’ber a Miqo’te th’was very frisky, whish remns me of an’ther exceptionally fair lady ov’at. . . .”

She half listened to him while occasionally keeping him upright, making sure to give short replies every now and then to appease him. She knew she had made sure to check on him during his recovery from his possession alongside the others, and every time he would assure them that he was fine and merely needed some rest. Then he was finally returning to his duties, and she had gently reminded him to take it slow.

He takes so much responsibility for so many things. . . .

“. . . an’ oh th’r’ther tall woman fr’m Limsa—v’ry fr’ward in’er adv’nces.” Another hiccup.

I really hope he doesn’t do this again. . . .

~ ~ ~ ~

Finally, after several subject changes and mood swings that thankfully did not include anything too extreme, they had crossed the Gate of Nald and arrived at Ul’dah. Thancred had eventually fallen silent only minutes beforehand, and Arielle wondered if he had either exhausted himself or was stewing. In fact she wasn’t exactly sure which was worse.

The sun had already started its descent, so it was likely that the Quicksand and the Hourglass would be busy. Assuming he didn’t decide to talk to every person inside, they could just slip right in and find a room.

I really hope there are some rooms available.

“I’r’mber f’nding you here,” Thancred mentioned. “St’ndin’ up fer tha’ woman. . . .”

“It was the right thing to do,” Arielle replied. “I couldn’t let her be treated like that.”

“. . . You’ve a good hear’ Ar’elle.”

“And so do you.” The trio arrived at the Chocobo Station, and Mina lowered herself to let Arielle help Thancred off.

“Good evening. Rough day, eh?” the Chocobokeep inquired.

“Somewhat.” Mina gave a greeting to the Keep.

“And a good evening to you, too.”

She sighed at Thancred hiccupping again.

“Thancred!” two women cooed as they waved.

“Ladies!” Thancred practically beamed into Arielle’s ear as the women came up to them. “How l’ng’s it been?” But before the women could say anything else, Mina loudly and testily kweh’d at them, making them jump. “Mina, be nice to—”

She repeated the noise, successfully scaring the intruding duo—or at least to her they were intruding. And when they looked over their shoulders, she ruffled her feathers with a curt noise as if in warning.

Thancred sighed. “Som’t’mes I wonder if Mina wans me all t’herself.”

The Chocobokeep blinked a few times while Arielle laughed awkwardly, and he cleared his throat. “J-just for the night, miss?”

“Two nights, actually—in case we need the extra rest,” Arielle replied, and Mina gently nuzzled her and Thancred as if she had not just scared off two passersby. “Good night, girl. Be good for me, all right?”

With a quiet kweh Mina nudged the pack on her saddle with the fruit inside.

“All right, hold on.” Arielle glanced between Thancred and Mina in thought before having him lean on the bird.

“I’c’n stan’ b’m’self, you know,” Thancred argued.

“Frankly not,” the Chocobokeep muttered, but was quickly silenced by Mina’s hard look. She adjusted herself accordingly to properly support Thancred as Arielle fed her a couple fruits. Afterwards she nudged the pack again with a chirp.

“I’ll give you some extra ones in the morning, but right now Thancred needs to be looked after,” Arielle promised. Mina seemed to contemplate for a few moments before giving an agreeable kweh, and Arielle scratched the bird’s chin. Once things were settled, she continued their journey on foot. “We’re almost there, Thancred.”

“You h’ve m’c’mplete trus’,” he replied, hiccupping mid-sentence.“An’ you b’sure to let Mina know th’same.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

It wasn’t long before they entered the Quicksand, and Arielle readjusted Thancred to make him seem as normal as possible. As she expected, Momodi was already occupied with quite a few patrons and then some. A few adventurers Arielle had helped out once or twice waved to her, and she waved back, although she winced once Thancred decided to again yell into her ear unintentionally.

“Momodi! Rad’nt an’ fair as always!” he announced, every pair of eyes in the room now on them, including Momodi’s.

Nophica help me, here it comes. A nervous grin worked its way through as Arielle appeased his apparent desire to speak to Momodi. And hoped she didn’t regret her decision.

The Lalafell placed her hands on her hips. “And hello to you too, Thancred.” She let out a sigh. “All right, where’d you find him?”

“Central Thanalan,” Arielle said.

“Coffer an’ Coffin, I wager?”

“Yes. If it weren’t for Mina I would’ve likely passed right by him.”

“Good bird, she is. But anyroad, I’ll leave you to keep an eye on this one, then. Should be a couple o’ rooms available over at the Hourglass.”

“Thank you. And, um, if . . . anyone asks for Thancred or me, please don’t say anything. I know he’ll send a few people into worry with how he is now.”

“Mum’s the word. Now go on an’ get him some rest.” Arielle nodded.

“C’m now shurely we could spare a mom’nt to—”

“I’m doin’ you a favor, Thancred. Can’t have you embarrassin’ yourself any further.” The duo then made their way over to the innkeeper (or rather Arielle tugged Thancred along before he could say anything else).

“Good evening,” she greeted. “I was told you had some rooms available.”

“Indeed we do,” the innkeeper replied. He glanced between the two of them. “How long will you be staying?” The arrangements were made for at least a couple of nights, and the two were finally able to step away from any more curious eyes.

Arielle closed the doors to their room with a brief sigh. “Are you all right? Do you feel ill?”

“‘M fine, Ar’elle,” Thancred said, leading her to frown. Upon being led to the bed, he unceremoniously plopped onto it.

“Try not to move, all right?”

“O’course, Miss S’l’nar.”

Moving aside the book and quill on the table, she began to place her smaller weapons onto it, keenly aware of Thancred’s gaze. She let out a breath as she removed her very well-used gloves, flexing her fingers for a bit. She supposed she was due for a new pair, but that was a problem for another time. Her current ones could last her a bit longer until then. After all, they have lasted her a pretty long time.

“Y’should be th’one to claim th’bed. I’ss only proper.”

“I’ll be just fine.” Her mind drifted to what she had asked of Momodi. Tataru’s probably worried. It is getting late. . . . “I’m stepping out for a bit, so don’t move.”

“Aye!”

Arielle left the room, leaving the doors open a crack as she made use of her linkpearl. And it barely took a minute before her call was received.

“Arielle?” Tataru asked.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Oh, thank the Twelve! I was beginning to think something had happened to you! Is Thancred with you? He said he had ‘another matter’ to see to before he continued with his work, but I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Yes, but he’s . . . in an odd state, to say. He’s not hurt, but we won’t be returning to the Waking Sands until tomorrow, the day after at the most.”

“. . . He overdid it, didn’t he?”

“. . . Somewhat. Mina and I found him in Central Thanalan. With company.”

Tataru sighed. “And here I was thinking he was in trouble. . . .”

Arielle peeked through the crack, and Thancred was now more or less laying properly on the bed save for one leg hanging off the edge entirely. I think I prefer this kind of trouble over the other kind. “I’d rather the others not begin to worry, especially Minfilia, so. . . .”

“Don’t you worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Thank you.” Once the two disconnected, Arielle entered the room.

“I’ma right messs, ar’nt I?” Thancred said after a couple moments.

“As of right now, somewhat.”

He sighed a bit loudly. “T’think I could cont’nue to b’in such a state. . . .”

“You have not continued to be a mess. You’ve been strong and supportive.”

“It’s ne’er enough,” he retorted instantly. “I’m never enough to acc’mplsh what needs to be acc’mplishh.”

“Yes, you are, and I’ll not have you thinking this way.”

Thancred snorted. “I’m supposed to be f’ster than the enemy. T’keep Minfilia an’ th’others safe. An’ I’ve left you to burn before Ifrit more than once.”

Arielle furrowed her eyebrows. “More than—” She stopped herself as she remembered talking to him at the Waking Sands. She knew she had seen a trace of remorse in his eyes after he had told her about Ifrit’s return. “We’re all safe, and you did not leave me to burn. You—”

“Arielle can’t you understand that had you not held the Echo you would have been put to death with the others?! A kind woman whom I’ve dragged into nothing but countless trials and near death!”

Her fingers curled, and she found herself avoiding his unfocused but tormented eyes. He was right, and she knew it. Without the Echo, she would’ve been tempered like the rest of the people with her and put to death. “. . . Neither of us could have predicted what would’ve happened. But I would not have put someone I felt was a good person at fault, regardless of only having known you for a short time then. So . . . I do understand.”

“Frankly I don’t think you do.”

“And frankly, I think I do, Thancred Waters.”

“Really? And what of all the suffering I caused—”

“While you were not yourself. No one faults you for anything you did. It was Lahabrea who did all of those things. And I most certainly do not blame you for supposedly ‘leaving me to burn’ and any other troubles you think you yourself have caused.”

He let his head hang, and she leaned forward a bit to keep within his line of sight.

“You are a good man, Thancred, and you strive so hard to protect those around you. Sometimes too hard. But I would not have any other person for a friend.”

He chuckled to himself, albeit bordering on a slurred snort. “‘F’I didn’t know any better I’d say you were a bard, putting m’el’quent words t’shame.”

“I meant every word.”

“You always do.” He tilted toward her, and she caught him before sitting him upright. “’M a mess. . . .”

Arielle resisted a frown. “Try to get some rest.”

Thancred sluggishly situated himself as she rose. Undoing her hair, she ran her fingers through it before settling onto the floor. And when she glanced to him, he was already asleep.

I wonder if I’ll be able to find some tea for him in the morning. I think the brew I have in mind should help with any lingering grogginess he should have.

She fingered the pendant of her necklace, wondering if he would remember anything that had happened within the past small handful of bells. At best he would likely have foggy bits here and there—or so she assumed. I suppose only time will tell.

~ ~ ~ ~

Thancred had still been asleep even after she had gotten ready for the day and requested the tea for him. She had expected the knocking to rouse him, but it would seem his sleep was deep this time—which probably should’ve been expected. And he hadn’t shifted positions at all, so she deemed it safe to assume he wasn’t going to remember much of the previous night.

As she prepared the tea, she briefly glanced to him. Assuming he didn’t feel sick to his stomach, he would likely need something in it, obviously. Of course, she knew he was probably going to want to throw himself back into his work, but not if she had any say in that. Besides, she had given him another day to rest, so he’ll probably at least accept that.

Fruit should be fine for him for now. And for Mina. I did promise her extra. . . .

Once she was finished, a groan brought her attention back to him, and it was followed by a louder groan and him massaging his temples.

“Where. . . ?” Thancred rolled onto his back and draped his arm over his eyes, attempting to clear his mind and block the sunlight flooding in from the window for a few moments before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Registering the bed he was on, he sat up as quickly as he could, ignoring the wave of dizziness that hit him. He looked around the room for a bit in confusion before his eyes finally landed on Arielle, and immediately dread flashed across his face. “Oh gods—!”

“No no no no, you’re fine!” Arielle quickly assured.

“Agh, not so loud, please!”

She winced. “I’m sorry.” She watched him miserably swing his legs over the edge with a groan.

“Please tell me I did not do what I think I did.”

“You didn’t. I brought you here after Mina and I found you.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank the Twelve. . . .”

She studied him for a bit. “How are you feeling?”

“Well, my head is pounding, but I seem to be well enough.” He sighed again. “You’ll have to excuse my . . . less-than-gentlemanly behavior. I’m sure I was an absolute fool.”

“Well . . . um . . . I’m sure it could have been worse.”

“That does not give me any sort of comfort.”

Arielle frowned. “Well you were certainly very talkative. And moody. And . . . surrounded by women. But I managed to shoo them off.”

“Ah. I think I remember some displeased voices, although the memory is a bit muddled.”

Arielle briefly glanced down. “Why did you go off on your own like this?”

He hunched over, resting his elbows on his knees and trying not to squint. “To be honest, it was never my intention. But, when one’s mind wanders to less than cheery thoughts, it’s almost all too easy to drown it all away.”

She frowned again. “. . . You still feel at fault. . . .”

He didn’t answer her for a few moments, barely recalling himself lashing out and kicking himself. “. . . If you were in my place, wouldn’t you?”

Arielle briefly closed her eyes. “. . . I think I would. And I know you would tell me the same things that I’ve said to you. The others would likely agree with me. But I know that I cannot imagine the torment you must have endured while Lahabrea had your sense of self in his grasp.” She frowned. “I wish we had found out sooner. . . .”

“Then, I suppose you would expect hearing your own words coming from me, Arielle Solinar.”

“I think I would, Thancred Waters.”

He gave her his usual smile, and his eyes caught the tray of tea behind her. “I suppose that’s rather cold by now.”

“Oh!”

“Agh!”

“Sorry.” Arielle went to give him his cup. “I thought it would help clear your head of any remaining drowsiness. It should still be warm, I think.”

Thancred took a small sip. “And you are correct. You have my thanks.”

“It’s not too strong, is it?”

“Actually, no. It’s perfect.”

“Good.” The two sat in silence for a few minutes, Thancred trying not to wince at the clinking of the cup and saucer as well as the sunlight coming in from the window (and why it did not have any godsforsaken curtains was beyond him).

“This has an odd taste to it.”

“It’s good for you.”

“Is it supposed to be musty?”

“Yes, now drink while it’s still warm.”

Thancred refrained from grumbling as he did as told. She’s like a mother hen.

A few more minutes of silence went by, and he was beginning to taste another odd flavor in the tea. But he decided to keep his mouth shut.

“Thancred.”

He looked to her.

“If there is anything you need from me, or if there is something bothering you, call upon me. It doesn’t matter what I may be doing or what time it may be or if you think you would be a bother. I want you to lean on me, or if not me, then one of the others. We’re friends.”

“The same goes for you. But, I will try to remember that.”

Arielle smiled at him. “But we won’t be setting a single foot outside this room until you are absolutely well.”

“Arielle—”

“Thancred.”

“There are things that—”

“And I’m aware of them and have also let Tataru know that we won’t be back until today or tomorrow. Everything’s taken care of.”

Thancred frowned. He hated to admit it, but powering through his blasting headache and his temporary oversensitivity to light and sound wasn’t the best idea. He wouldn’t want to worry everyone any further, especially Arielle given what she had already done for him yesterday. “There is no arguing with you, is there?”

“No, there is not.”

He sighed in defeat. “All right. I’ll be staying put, but that includes you as well. It’s only fair since you are in such high demand nowadays.”

“. . . Fair enough.”

“And, some curtains would be lovely.”

Arielle glanced to him partially squinting and then the window. Ah, right. He’s a bit sensitive to light now. “Well I’m no weaver, but I’ll see what I can do.”

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #ARR #A Realm Reborn #FFXIV Wol #Thancred Waters #Momodi Modi #Tataru Taru #Alisaie Leveilleur #Minfilia Warde #FFXIV Fics #Arielle Solinar #Mina the chocobo #Red Mage Fics #Minfilia and Alisaie are only mentioned but I'll tag them anyway.#I've never written a drunk person before. T-T #So there may be some errors in this that I'll probably fix later.#On another note I'll eventually be making a writing master list in the future that I'll be linking to in my pinned post.

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