#sigh... just ordered a converter and some ink

[lokh]

dude..... my fountain pen ink cartridge ran out mid exercise

[litwitlady]

When You Go, Take Me With You

On a warm July morning, Thomas Mann – not his real name, mind you – finds himself hauling ass down 285, praying that the airstream doesn’t come unhitched. Tommy has spent the last 11 months in Santa Fe grifting seniors in assisted living facilities out of their hard-earned nest eggs. But someone’s greedy little grandson finally noticed his grandmother’s savings dwindling away and called the authorities. He’s been riding hard all night and can’t remember the last time he ate. But he’s got a rap sheet three pages long and knows if he gets caught, he’ll never see the light of day again.

Eventually, his stomach wears him down, though, and he stops in Roswell at a kitschy little diner he hopes he can disappear into long enough to satisfy his basic needs. Halfway through his cheese fries, three sheriff’s deputies walk in and as they are chatting with the waitress at the counter, Tommy sneaks out and takes the scenic route back towards his pickup. He can’t really say he’s much surprised to find the actual Sheriff knocking on the airstream’s door. Knowing he’s lost this battle, he decides to cut his losses and run. The old Ford pickup is eventually auctioned off, but the airstream ends up in the impound lot collecting dust for the next year.

And then one day Michael Guerin accidentally illegally parks his truck on the Long farm where he promptly passes out drunk across the bench seat. Daddy Long calls the Sheriff and Michael’s arrested. Again. Max bails him out and drives him over to the Chavez County impound lot to collect his truck. And that’s where Michael Guerin falls in love for the second time in his life. The shiny, silver airstream gleams in the morning sunlight and he’s never seen anything more beautiful. Not in a long while, anyway. He convinces Max to bargain with the county in order to buy the airstream for him. Michael knows they will laugh him out of the precinct, but Max is one of their own. He parts ways with every single penny he’s ever made, but he’s rewarded with the first permanent roof he’s ever had.

Not that Michael expects the trailer to be a permanent thing. After all, no home has ever been forever. Most haven’t lasted longer than a year or so. Besides his truck, of course. The mere idea that the airstream is mobile proves the impermanence of the situation. He can flit from place to ungodly place without settling down with any actual intent. There’s beauty in the nomadic nature of it all. Mostly, he doesn’t have to worry about being rained on any longer or crashing on Isobel’s sofa or cuddling up with Sanders’ dog. So, he’s happy. Content. Proud, even.

The trailer is cramped. The engine is shit. And the toilet is literally two feet from where he lays his head at night. How he convinces any of his hookups to climb into that tiny bed with him is anyone’s guess. There’s been more than one conquest sent home with multiple bruises. Once he burns a piece of toast so badly that he can’t sleep inside for a week. There’s no storage, the floor is lopsided, and Isobel refuses to step inside for two whole years. But hey, nothing’s perfect.

After a year together, Michael and the airstream find a balance that works for them. He covers the windows with old newspaper, adapts to being very, very tidy, and sleeps outside when the claustrophobia sets in. He even fashions a front patio out of some old oak pallets he finds in the junkyard. In return, the trailer gives him privacy, a sense of autonomy, and a place to bring Alex Manes when he returns from his first tour overseas. And every tour after that.

Not that he was looking to bring Alex back to his place, of course. He hadn’t even known Alex was back. And then suddenly, there he is. Laughing with Arturo in the Crashdown. Michael hardly recognizes him with the regulation haircut and newly lean body. He tells himself to walk away, but the universe has other ideas. Alex spots him and his whole face lights up. No one has ever looked at Michael like that and he’s lost all over again.

Over the next decade, the airstream begins to collect memories. Isobel blowing the door open and taking her first steps inside to shout at him that she’s engaged. Max showing up at 3 am like clockwork every year on Liz Ortecho’s birthday because he’s smashed and doesn’t want to hear Iz’s lectures. The Sheriff’s random visits for one reason or another; he suspects she’s spying on him. The brief time he lets an old, senior dog share his space. There’s still dog hair in the many nooks and crannies.

And then there’s Alex.

He’s everywhere - in every corner, every empty inch of space – filling up the entire trailer. Sprawled naked across the narrow bed, one long, gorgeous leg hanging off the side. Standing over the small stove laughing as Michael teaches him how to make the perfect omelet. Two old Air Force t-shirts stashed deep in his closet that Michael will swear up and down he doesn’t know exist. The silly little cartoon of a cowboy he’s scribbled on every single yellowed newspaper taped to the windows. And the one solitary heart drawn in permanent ink right above Michael’s pillow. He’ll never admit how many times he’s traced that doodle and prayed that Alex’s heart is still beating.

Not every memory is happy, however. He and Alex have always fought as hard as they’ve loved. How many times Alex has stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoing off the trailer’s tinny walls, door hinges growing whinier as the years go by. Tears shed in anger and in desperate sadness every time the Air Force calls him back to some violent conflict a world away. Damn near feral sex fucked out through those same tears. The sun rising over two beaten, broken hearts the next morning. Another goodbye. Another lonely year stretching out into the desert wasteland. And suddenly the airstream feels suffocating and enduring. Set in stone and unmovable as Alex walks away one more time.

In the in-between times, Michael nurses his bruised heart out on Foster’s Ranch, punishing his body with grueling manual labor. He settles the trailer into an anonymous patch of dust and scrub brush. He begins to collect various trailer accoutrement. First, a rusted, used patio set he grabs off someone’s teetering trash pile. Next, a ‘free parking’ sign he finds abandoned on the side of Route 60. On Alex’s next leave, he’ll mark out the ‘free’ and write ‘no’ in its place. Michael will try hard not to overthink the implication. Isobel says he’s nesting, jokes that he should hang up a cross-stitched ‘Home Sweet Home’. Michael begins to panic.

At the end of ten years, he gives up. The airstream is home. There’s no point in denying the most basic fact of his existence any longer. The impermanent is now permanent. He flicks off the tin bucket and then lovingly wipes away some mud caked on the tire well. Love/hate, defined.

He returns to the trailer after another stint in the drunk tank (a home away from home, if you will) to find a uniformed Alex Manes knocking on his door. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised to find him there – Isobel, after all, had been the one to organize his hero’s parade down Main Street. But it’s been two years with no contact – the longest they’ve ever gone – and so when Alex turns to meet his eyes, the breath is knocked right out of him. So begins another cycle of fight or flight. The airstream will play centerstage. He can almost hear the aging trailer sigh.

But this time the cycle ends differently. Michael moves the airstream into the Wild Pony’s parking lot, shocking everyone. Ostensibly to keep Maria DeLuca safe. But really just to be near her energy, her spirit, her laughter. He hopes to love her. He wants to be good for someone, goddammit. But deep down he’s worried he never will be. That he’s about as solid and steady as his home on wheels. Good enough for a little while, but never long enough to last. Always ready to roll off a cliff with the slightest push.  

He hates when he’s right.

Maria breaks up with him in a hospital room. The next night he meticulously searches the airstream for anything she might have left behind. A shoe, a bra, some lipstick. But there’s nothing and he feels like the trailer is out to get him, shoving those two old Air Force t-shirts in his face. The tiny, scribbled cowboys serenading him with derisive laughter. The black heart mocking him. And Michael can’t take it anymore. He slams the airstream’s door shut, nearly knocking it off its stupid creaky hinges and calls Isobel, all but demanding she meet him at the Pony. He needs a drink. Maybe several. And a shoulder to brood on. Perhaps he should call Max instead.

Michael doesn’t expect open mic night. He doesn’t expect Alex Manes and his dumb angel voice. He doesn’t expect to be confronted with the one answer he’s always wanted. But home is a tricky business. Especially for an alien stranded in the foster care system on the wrong planet. As Alex sings his song – asking Michael to come home – everything becomes crystal clear. And Michael tries to telepathically tell the airstream to go fuck itself. He’s pretty sure it doesn’t work.

Because here’s the thing. Home can be a person.

The answer has always been that easy and that impossible. And the airstream has always known. Watching all these years as the two of them danced around each other. The ultimate grift. The longest con job this side of the Milky Way. Michael Guerin has been played, marked, and left wanting. His genius brain duped and cheated. The airstream has never been more than a shit engine and lopsided floors.

After Michael leaves the Pony that night, he moves in with Isobel. And he goes to work. On himself – AA meetings, college classes, mending all his relationships with Max, with Maria. With Alex. And on the airstream – gutting the inside and converting the space into an admittedly revolutionary eco-friendly garden greenhouse.

Once the project is finished, he attaches the toe hitch to his Chevy and heads east until he pulls into the Chavez County Children’s Home. The director meets him outside and shakes his hand with tears in her eyes. Michael walks her and several of the children through the garden, excitedly explaining all the vegetables and flowers he’s planted. Isobel arrives to take pictures for the local paper and secretly shed several of her own tears. She watches Michael happily playing with all the kids and teaching them the wonders of composting. Soon, he gives her a kiss on the cheek and climbs back into his truck. He’s got one final stop to make.

As he drives through the center of Roswell, something swells in Michael’s chest. He knows this place so well – has been arrested on nearly every corner. The Crashdown has always welcomed him with a warm meal and silly antennae. New Roswell High – with all its memories, good and bad. The UFO Emporium – or what was the UFO Emporium – with its fake alien displays and empty corners perfect for kissing sweet emo boys with the biggest of hearts. Of all the places to crash land, Roswell hasn’t turned out so bad. It’s truly a stunning conclusion.

When he arrives at his destination, he pulls into the driveway next to Alex’s green Explorer, grabs his two duffel bags, and heads to the front door. He opens the lock with his key and shouts to Alex that he’s home.

[iamalivenow]

“I'm not leaving.” Grizzop hisses before dumping his pack onto the floor of Wilde's room. “Don't even try.”

Wilde raises his hands up- tries too at least, but the cuffs clatter together and make so much noise. His head still hurts, even if it's less draining and more pounding now. Just a consistent thrum greatly exasperated by clanking metal.

“Wouldn't-” Grizzop's breast plate clatters on the tiles. He hasn't been given a bedroom so much as a cot in his office. No carpet to dull the noise and Gods does Grizzop make a lot of noise. “Wouldn't dream of it.” Grizzop sneers, but Wilde doesn't think he's actually irritated- there's usually more groaning. Maybe he's reserving himself, being polite for once, while Wilde is convalescing. “You don't have to babysit me.”

“I think I do.” Grizzop hops up a bit, tugging off one boot. “Remember when you said 'Wilde's fine, stop asking' and then I found you with your brain blown up, because I do.” The other one falls down and settles near the other. “Because it was yesterday.”

“I was there.” Another sound of thinly veiled irritation.  “Why aren't you running off to Rome?”

“Because the people you sent me after are so grossly incompetent they almost make you look decent.”  Wilde shuffles out of the way, just enough to let Grizzop get against his desk and shove. For such a tiny thing he really was a bit of a monster, all lean muscle and unbridled rage. The desk shrieks its way across the floor, undoubtedly leaving scratches, and certainly making Wilde's headache worse.

The cot is still folded up, the way it has been since the office officials gave it to him almost a week ago. Last night was spent curled up on a cleric's gurney, utterly blissful until Grizzop shook him awake and fed him in the morning.  

“That bad?”

Grizzop ignores him, worrying himself with the cot. It's almost his height folded and his arms really aren't that long but the second Wilde makes a move to try and help Grizzop turns around and pushes Wilde into a chair.

Right, cleric of Dionysus this isn't. Probably for the better, Grizzop is much more likely to grant results.

“Your beside manner leaves a lot to be desired.”  

“Paladin.” He says as if that's enough, just as the bed finally springs to full length. “Right, clothes off.”

“Forward-”

Grizzop stares at him and Wilde jangles his cuffs. His behavior is totally justified, clearly.

“Have your fingers fallen off in the last ten hours? No? Then stop making me do all of the work for you.”

Wilde wants to point out that he, firstly, didn't ask for Grizzop to nurse him back to health, and that he, secondly, has yet to make Grizzop do anything Grizzop did not already want to do.

“Right.”

“I'm going to get more blankets, you change into whatever it is you sleep in.” And Grizzop zips out of the room, shoes and armor off but bow and quiver still in hand. At least, Wilde thought he did, but then Grizzop is sticking his head through the door. “And if it's in the nude, I will save all of those assassins wizards the trouble.”

“First you tell me to get naked, then you get mad at me for being naked, you really have got to make up your mind.”

“I've made up my mind.” And then an arrow seats itself a few inches from Wilde's head, dug into the wall. “Stop fucking around.”

“Haven't started yet-” Another arrow on the other side of his head now.

“Next one's going between your legs.”

Grizzop waits-

“Fair.”

-and bolts off again, full sprint down an office corridor. Where does he hide all of that energy-

Wilde manages with his clothes as best he can- shrugging of his coat is impossible but he can at least unbutton most things and pull his trousers off. Did he bring a change of clothes with him- probably not. He earnestly can't remember. Why bother when he can just magic himself pristine again?

The key to his cuffs was on the desk but what if the spell becomes something even more insidious in the few seconds he's free of his bindings? Best to wait for anyone else.

A pile of fabric walks into the room, followed by Grizzop, who already looks cross, presumably from whoever he stole the blankets from in the first place.

“Well?”

“I wanted to be safe, in case it went worse.”

“They've been casting insomnia for weeks-”

“Months.”

“Huh.” That gets him to stop, and Grizzop appraises him, almost as if he's impressed. Then he dumps the blankets, as if nothing's happened, onto the cot, making it slightly more inciting. But only slightly. “Casting insomnia on you for months only to change it up to- what?”

“There are a lot of spells that could make me do a lot of bad things.”

“Worse than not sleeping for months.”

“Worse immediately.” Grizzop sighs, mutters something under his breath in- is that Dutch? -and helps Wilde along.

“Could cut you out of it.”

“If you want to postpone your Rome trip to buy me a new outfit, far be it for me to try and stop you.” A frustrated sigh, but he does uncuff him, bow in one hand, held tightly, as Wilde shrugs off his suit jacket and button down shirt.

The goblin taps his foot, even if the entire thing takes him less than a minute to do.

“Lay down.” He does- it's not bad. It's better than the gurney, if nothing else, if simply because it's warmer. “Hands.”

“As you like.” The manacles slap back on. “Where are you planning on sleeping, if you're spending the night?” Grizzop points at the desk at around the same time he pushes a filing cabinet in front of the door. “What kind of host would I be if I just let you-”

“The kind of host who made his guest undress him.” There's only one window in the room and that's blockaded too- but not before sending a sea of paperwork onto the floor. “And believe me, my expectations of you are already on the ground.”

“But you were worried enough to check on me. And it wasn't because you like me, as we've established,” Another noise- he really does make the most fascinating sounds sometimes, “so you must thing I'm at least useful.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Grizzop climbs onto the table and curls himself in the remaining blanket. “You're alright when you're not actively trying to irritate me.”

“Is that what you think I'm doing?”

“If you've been flirting-” Grizzop twists around until Wilde has no choice but to stare into his massive red eyes. “I weep for your prospects.”

“I've not been flirting.”

“Artemis blesses me every day.” Grizzop flings something at the light switch, an ink pot or a paper weight, and then it's dark in the room. “Listen, Wilde, alright, yeah? We're all worried about you. I think Sasha might genuinely like you.” They must have shared stories about the puns. Good for her. “I'm glad you're resting.”

“So you do like me?” Wilde's grinning, can't help himself, and Grizzop sighs, curled into a tight little ball.

“I like you enough to sleep on a desk for you.”

“When are we getting married?” He gets a pen flung in his direction. “I want a summer wedding.”

“Summer's rubbish.” He stretches a little bit, legs kicking out for a brief second, Wilde tries to get comfortable himself, as comfortable as he can be considering. “We'll get married in May and you'll like it.”

“That's practically Summer.”

“Artemis likes May.”

“Am I meant to convert as well then? We have quite clashing aesthetics.”

“Is that the only deal breaker? No flashy suits?”

“Couldn't begin to think of any others.”

“Well, if you can get out of them faster, you can keep some.”

“Are you actually considering it now that you're starting to negotiate?”

“I actually consider everything I say. I'm not going to live forever, if you want to wed a Goblin, who am I to stop you.” And Wilde laughs because that's just such a Grizzop thing to say, isn't it.

"What are Artemis' colors? Silver and slate?"

“Silver and green. Go to bed.” It's an order but it's lost all of the bite he's had before.

“Is the marriage off the table then?”

“I'll let you know when I get back from Rome.”

“Good luck on that, by the way.”

“Yeah.” Grizzop turns over, facing away from Wilde, ears flat against his head. “Fingers crossed.”

[omgjasminesimone]

Juvenile Delinquents Part 1

Logan x MC (Ellie)

Summary: Ride or Die AU. Logan’s day started out routine, but it ended with mugshots.

Next Part: Part 2

Word Count: 1600

Logan sighs as he drums his fingers on the steering wheel. He hates the waiting, it makes him anxious, too much time to think and allow his nervous energy to build up.

He switches on the radio to have something to drown out his buzzing thoughts, flipping through several stations before settling on 90s West Coast hip hop.

“Logan, it’s time.” Kaneko’s voice comes in clearly through Logan’s earpiece.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Logan replies, revving his Devore’s engine before peeling out of the parking lot at top speed.

In short order, he catches up to the rest of the crew. Kaneko, in the just stolen sports car they’ve been targeting. Mona drives her own convertible to his right, Ximena is in a pickup truck to his left, and Toby is just in front in his favorite Italian import car of the year.

Logan falls into place in the back, completing their diamond formation.

“No one saw you pretty boy?” Mona asks. He can faintly hear the Lebanese traditional music playing in her car through his ear piece.

“Nope. Got to the parking lot without anyone tailing me, and peeled out quick.” Logan answers, unable to mask his cocky tone.

“That’s my boy.” Kaneko praises.

“Uh oh.” Toby mutters.

“That can’t be good.” Ximena replies.

“I’m picking up cops on my scanner boss. Coming up on the 405 South fast.” Toby informs.

“Damn it. Everyone, take the next exit.” Kaneko directs. They all merge right to exit the freeway.

“Shit, they’re expecting us boss.” Toby is still in front, so he’s the first to see the police spikes set up across the asphalt.

“Bet they’re not expecting this.” Mona mutters, engaging the modified spike proof tires Toby installed and driving through the spikes, dragging them along after her car.

The others quickly fly out of the opening Mona has created, and the police give chase.

They use all their usual tricks to try to shake them, but the Mercy Park Crew has been very active lately, and it seems the police have been studying up on their tactics.

“God damn it, I’m running low on gas.” Kaneko informs his crew.

“What do we do boss?” Ximena asks.

“Logan, I need you to peel off, let them catch you to buy us some time.” Kaneko directs.

Logan blanches, gripping his steering wheel tight. “But then I’ll have a record. They’ll have my prints. Know who I am. I’ll be fucked.”

“You’re 17. It will be a juvenile offense, while the rest of us will definitely get prison time. You’ll get off easier. You’re the only one who can do it.” Kaneko explains.

“But-“ Logan starts.

“Logan.” Kaneko interrupts, and his tone informs Logan he’s not asking.

Logan sighs, peeling off from the others as he takes a right on La Cienega. “Will you make sure someone picks up my car when they impound it?” Logan asks.

“I’ve got you Logan.” Ximena promises.

“Thanks.” Logan replies, turning off his headset as he leads some of the police away on a high-speed chase. He circles back and runs a red light, causing one of the cops to crash into the ones still pursuing the crew. But he’s going so fast that he can’t make the next turn, slamming into a pole.

Logan groans as he tries to remove himself from his dented in car. There’s a lot of damage, but he knows the crew will be able to fix it.

“Get out of the car with your hands raised!” A cop yells, and Logan can see he’s pointing a gun at him through his rear-view mirror.

“I can’t! The door is dented in!” Logan shouts back, raising his hands so the cop can see he doesn’t have any weapons.

Several cops approach, guns raised, to remove him from his vehicle. As soon as he’s out, they cuff him and force him into a patrol car.

…

Logan toys with the bandage wrapped around his forehead to stem the bleeding from his head hitting the windshield as he surveys the police station.

It’s busy. Phones ringing, cops dragging resisting criminals to cells, people being processed with fingerprints and mugshots.

It seems like there’s so much going on, that if he could get his wrist out of the hand cuff chaining him to the bench, he could make a run for it. He experimentally tries to squeeze his hand free, but the cuffs are too tight. He sighs. Guess it’s time to face the consequences of his actions.

“Oh my God Jason, you don’t have to forcefully restrain me, I’m not going anywhere.” An airy voice complains.

It’s a girl who looks to be around his age. She’s pretty, with long brown hair and matching brown eyes. She looks too innocent to require the tight grip the detective has on her arm, dressed in a Langston College sweatshirt and jeans.

“Yeah right, like I’d fall for that, again.” Jason replies, forcefully pulling her over to get fingerprinted.

Logan leans back against the wall, closing his eyes as he tries to drown out the loud cacophony of sounds so he can think. What’s his next step after this? He’s got ID on him with his real name, so they’re going to know who he is, and have his prints, and be able to track him back through foster care records.

Will they try to force him back into a group home? He’ll just run away, again, so hopefully they don’t bother.

Is Kaneko going to let him back into the crew? Seems like that would be an unnecessary risk that Kaneko’s not going to be willing to take. But Kaneko can’t just cut him loose either, he knows too much. He doesn’t think Kaneko would hurt him, but he might send him away. Back to Michigan maybe? Logan doesn’t want that.

“What are you in for?” The pretty girl he noticed earlier asks.

Logan is startled to find her sitting beside him on the police precinct’s cold metal bench. She hadn’t been there a second ago.

He looks her over, measuring whether or not she’s harmless. She quirks an eyebrow at his silence. “Hablas ingles?” She asks.

“Yeah, I speak English.” Logan replies. He doesn’t know much Spanish, despite his father allegedly being Salvadoran according to his birth certificate. All his foster parents spoke English, so he only picked up the Spanish basics once he realized people were always going to look at him and assume he speaks the language.

The girl smiles at him, and when she speaks again, he notices a peek of silver in her mouth, a tongue piercing. Guess she’s not as clean cut and innocent as he first clocked her to be.

“So, what are you in for?” She repeats.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to ask people that in here.” Logan responds warily, and the girl lets out a laugh.

“So, I take it you’re a first timer then.” She quips cheerily.

Logan glances down at the pink nail polish adorning the girl’s fingers, the charm bracelet on her delicate wrist. As he looks up into her innocent looking face, a few freckles dotting her tan skin, he has a hard time wrapping his mind around a girl like her being in a place like this.

“And I take it you’re not.” Logan finally replies, and her lips turn up in a grin as the two teenagers stare each other down.

“Fucking hell, Eleanor. Again?! Really?!” An officer interrupts, storming up to the teens.

The girl, Eleanor, he supposes, rolls her brown eyes. “Calm down Dad.”

 The Detective’s face becomes red with anger at his daughter’s flippant attitude. “I will not calm down! You’re out of control. Drugs, Eleanor?! Really?!” He yells. The other cops desperately try to ignore the scene he’s creating.

“Prescription drugs.” Eleanor stresses. “It’s really not that big of a deal. If Ingrid wasn’t such a snitch, everything would have been fine.”

“Is this a cry for help Eleanor? Selling prescription drugs at school? I can’t get you out of this, not this time. Ever since your mother died-“

“This isn’t about Mom. This was about making enough money so I could pay LA rent and not have to live with you anymore! You treat me like a child, you’re overbearing!” Eleanor yells back.

“Maybe I would treat you like an adult if you acted like one!” The Detective yells back. His daughter shoots him an icy glare in return, and Logan watches as he closes his eyes before taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself. His attention turns to Logan.

He uncuffs Logan from the bench, gripping his arm and leading him over to be fingerprinted. “Hands up.” The Detective orders gruffly, and Logan reluctantly complies. The Detective frisks him, coming upon his wallet. The Detective rifles through it, quickly finding Logan’s license. “Logan Sanchez?”

Logan nods, and the Detective writes the name onto his paperwork. He takes Logan’s wrist, forcing his fingers to the ink pad and then rolling each finger over the fingerprint paperwork.

“Wheeler, mugshots. You know the drill.” Another cop calls. Eleanor hops off the bench, smiling cheekily as her mugshot is taken. Her father shakes his head as she blows the camera a kiss for her last frame.

The cop she called Jason grips her upper arm again, leading her away. She turns back toward Logan. “See you inside!” She says with a wink before Jason tugs harder, forcing her to walk.

Her father frowns as he turns to look at Logan. His look conveys his belief that Logan is going to be a problem. He grips his arm, rougher than Logan thinks is necessary, and positions him in front of the camera.

Unlike Eleanor, Logan doesn’t smile for the camera.

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[poor-wifi-uwu]

Veil ch.3

Tying up loose ends before the journey to the end... and the beginning.

It took some time for Wei Wuxian’s group to settle on their roles and responsibilities henceforth.

The time was too short.

He looked around at his friends, all staring back with reluctant expressions knowing it’s time for him to go. Biting his lip, Wei Wuxian suggested they check their compasses to ensure they’re properly aligned with each other. 

Honestly, it was pointless to check their compasses. They all knew that.

A token of honor denoting one’s place within Wei Wuxian’s inner circle, the Red Thread Compass is differentiated from other Wei army compasses by the red hanging off the top. As a sign of camaraderie between members, a person receives a compass for every bond they form with the others.

That’s the public description anyway.

In reality, the compass comes as a pair that react to one another. Once calibrated, the two compasses will point the red half of their needles towards one another, the attraction so strong that they remain accurate regardless of distance or weather. As long as you follow the compass, you will always find the other half.

This function is one of the main reasons Wei Wuxian’s inner circle could coordinate so well and quickly even when across the territories or in hiding. This secret is so vital that the only people who know about it are those that receive one. The downside is that each compass can only be calibrated to one other compass, so they always have to carry around a set. It took some playing around to figure out an excuse for that one. 

The materials needed to make them are rare and difficult to make, so one would think the one-time usage would be a problem, but it becomes an asset in Wei Wuxian’s case. Since they can be used to find the other side’s location, if someone were to learn the true meaning of the Red Thread Compass and somehow acquire it, it would be deadly. When uncalibrated, the compass needle spins wildly without end, unable to orient itself. If one of the pair gets critically damaged the calibration breaks and the compass becomes useless, unable to be fixed. What a useful defect!

Taking out his ‘angry’ compass, Wei Wuxian laughed.

Since they carry around so many, they need to keep track of them somehow. And just in case, they can’t use names so everyone marked their compasses in different ways to recognize its partner. It went about as well as you’d expect.

Instead of names, Wei Wuxian drew icons to represent each person. Wen Qing’s had an angry face drawn on it, while Wen Ning’s was a crying face. Of course, his Shijie’s was a detailed engraving of Guanyin. 

The others had a lot of fun with theirs. MianMian was all sass, calling him Yuan Dao and labeling Jiang Cheng’s as “Single and Ready to Mingle”. On the other hand, Wen Qing just drew a middle finger. Though, Wei Wuxian doesn’t know if that was before or after Jiang Cheng nicknamed her’s “Quack”.

He’s sure that anyone who gets ahold of them would be very confused.

His smile warped into a grimace as he took out Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng’s compasses. He’s never gone five feet without them since the day they were made, but with his siblings being so against this marriage Wei Wuxian can’t risk them finding him before reaching the Cloud Recesses.

He gripped the compasses tightly and raised his head to look at the others. They silently nodded at him. Wei Wuxian took a deep breath and steeled himself, “You all know what to do. I’ll release the courier falcon once I’m outside of Lotus Pier’s gates, just in case.”

Wen Qing looked out at the moon, “Are you leaving now? There is still some time left before the patrol shifts.”

Wei Wuxian crossed his arms, “I need to make a show of walking around Lotus Pier to lower everyone’s guard. Plus, I need to make a stop before I go.”

Wen Qing relaxed in somber understanding, nodding to him.

He should probably be grateful to not have run into any of his family while making his rounds, but instead felt like a rock was weighing down his chest. Even though he was purposefully avoiding the halls they frequented, a small part of him hoped he could see them with even just a neutral expression before he left.

He made his final stop at the medical wing. The heavy scent of medicine had always reminded him of the safety and protection of Wen Qing’s hands, but lately it just brings back memories of bloody sheets and Clarity Bells.

Wei Wuxian walked across to the door at the other end. Originally an office of sorts, they converted it to a private room since Wen Qing was always too busy to have time for an office. Reaching the door, Wei Wuxian hesitated. No matter how many times he visits, it just somehow never gets easier.

“Master?”

Wei Wuxian jumped, cracking open the door and sticking his head inside to see Suibian sitting up in bed with a smile on his face. Wei Wuxian threw himself into the room, “What are you doing, you need to lie down!”

Suibian pouted at him, “Aw come on, it’s not that bad. Doc even said my rehab is almost complete!”

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he looked for any sign of strain, relaxing when he found nothing. Suibian had recovered well. Wen Qing has been taking care of him since he first sustained his injuries, so if she said anything about his condition it should be believed.

Wei Wuxian realized Suibian had a lap desk set up on the bed with some ink and a half-written letter. He pursed his lips dramatically with his chin up, “Hmm, how incredible. I wonder how you got Qing-Jie to let you stay up so late. Hasn’t she always been violently strict with patient rest?”

If the situation had been any different, Wen Qing would have knocked him out if he tried to work as soon as he got home.

Suibian crossed his fingers in front of his face like a mastermind revealing his tricks to the worthy, “Well you see! There is one method that always works on people like her.” His eyes scanned left and right quickly before he leaned forward slightly, “What you do is! Wait until she leaves for half an hour and stop pretending you’re asleep.”

Wei Wuxian huffed. So that’s why Suibian’s gotten a few bumps on the head before. Wei Wuxian sent him a cheeky grin, “You remembered to rotate the times right? Like 30 minutes for 2 weeks, then 1 hour for a week to see if she’s catching on?”

Suibian kept his pose, “...I never said that I didn’t.”

“Mhm.” Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows bobbed.

Suibian threw his hands up in a whatever pose, “What, I never said that did either.”

Wei Wuxian chuckled as he slid into the chair by the bed, “For the love of god, please tell me you at least took a bath?”

Suibian propped his head up on his palm, “Yes yes, I took my supervised cold medicinal bath.”

Wei Wuxian copied him, “And I’m sure Qing-Jie told you every single day how your bandages need to stay completely clean.”

Suibian pouted at him, “Well maybe she forgot today! Us Sentinels take after our masters, so any poor memory isn’t my fault!”

Wei Wuxian waved at him to take his shirt off as he moved the desk, glancing at the letter, “Who are you even writing to? You don’t have any friends outside of this palace.”

Suibian gasped in shock, “Rude!” Then he gave a mock sigh, “Master is so cruel… Bringing the truth when I clearly don’t want it.”

Seeing Wei Wuxian’s face lighten from its grim expression, Suibian cheered at his victory before glancing at the letter with a bemused tone, “Honestly, I don’t know. Wen Ning came by earlier with a letter from the Captain of the royal guard of Gusu addressed to me. It was really weird. He gave condolences for my injuries and wished me well in my recovery. He also thanked me for helping him in the Camp. He went through all this trouble, so I might as well respond.”

Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow at him, “You know the Captain of Gusu’s royal guard?”

Suibian threw his hands out in a shrug, “No idea. There were lots of Sentinels, and I didn’t see the guy personally so I can't be sure.”

Wei Wuxian matched his bemusement, “A Sentinel? Given such a prestigious position in the tight-as-a-virgin Cloud Recesses?” Suibian just shook his head in bafflement.

Sentinels were specially trained lifelong servants assigned only to nobility. Raised from birth with the understanding of their future role, Sentinels are trained in many skills including combat, endurance, and caretaking. Often a few years older than their masters to better serve them, Sentinels do not have names until they are assigned a master, after which that master will name them personally. As a lifelong servant, they are neither expected nor permitted to marry or have children. Sentinels are such an integral part of their masters’ lives that the only time they are not attached at the hip is for a mission ordered directly by that master.

Of course, they are still human so problems can arise. Arguments can break out, loyalties can shift, and personal desires can arise.

Wei Wuxian thought of Suibian as a perfect mix.

He definitely had his own agency with a strong personality unbefitting one of his station. No matter how he got scolded or punished, if Wei Wuxian wasn’t the one upse then he simply wouldn’t care. Suibian knew what he wanted and carried himself like an equal to anyone around him regardless of rank. He treated Wei Wuxian like a friend instead of a boss, and wasn’t afraid to test the limits of Wei Wuxian’s patience in all the most fun ways.

At the same time, he was a marvelous Sentinel. The most loyal man Wei Wuxian had ever met. He treated his role as his meaning for life instead of the neutral acceptance many relegate themselves to. Incredibly powerful from endless hours training far beyond what was expected of him, when Suibian stood by his side it felt like nothing could touch him. He also took any opportunity Wei Wuxian offered to him to learn new things, even demanding to be useful when bedridden by helping with paperwork.

Beyond his skillset, Suibian also knew how to regulate himself when necessary. He was respectful towards Jiang Fengmian and knew when to hold his tongue around Jiang Cheng. He was never—. 

…

—He was rarely rude to Madam Yu, and understood boundaries expected of interactions with Jiang Yanli in public. Suibian always tried hard to be who Wei Wuxian needed him to be, and that alone was more than Wei Wuxian could ever ask.

Wei Wuxian stopped him from unwrapping the bandages, Suibian giving up with a huff. Almost recovered or not, Wei Wuxian doesn’t want him straining anything more than necessary. Fingers running across the gauze, his mirth faded into melancholy.

Wei Wuxian’s breath hitched as he unwound the bandages, never quite able to get used to the sight. Heat, chemical, and radiation burns ravaged the expanse of Suibian’s back, stretching even to his elbows and below the backs of his knees. Raw pink skin glistened where the charred patches of skin had to be removed.

Suibian sat still with a calm smile on his face as Wei Wuxian grabbed the medicine Wen Qing knew to leave for him, the man not even flinching as Wei Wuxian applied the cream directly to the sensitive skin. 

He should have recovered a long time ago, especially with Wen Qing’s special recipes, but she only dug her nails into her palms before telling him his options. Suibian’s injuries were so extensive that if they were to heal quickly the scar tissue along his spine would render him crippled for life. With rehab, he may be able to walk but he would never wield a sword again. The other option was to intentionally delay the healing process with a rare medicine so Wen Qing could slowly heal him bit by bit to prevent the scar tissue from forming. All that would be left is the discoloration of the skin. Wei Wuxian could never put Suibian through such a thing, and was shocked when Suibian chose the latter option without hesitation. He was so adamant that Wei Wuxian could only cry like a child with nonstop apologies as he held Suibian’s hand through his first treatment.

It must have hurt to even breath.

He would accept Suibian’s hatred, give him anything he wanted. Any rank, freedoms, anything! It doesn’t matter what happens to Wei Wuxian, he deserved it! He deserved all of it! He wanted it, needed it!

But from the very start until now, Suibian had only asked to continue serving as his Sentinel. Always looked forward to Wei Wuxian’s visits and showed him nothing but the friendliness and respect he had always awarded his master.

Wei Wuxian paused for a moment and leaned so his head bumped against Suibian’s hair, “...Do you resent me, Suibian?”

Suibian just raised a head over his head to rest on Wei Wuxian’s hair, “I only resent these injuries for keeping me from master’s side when you needed me most.”

Wei Wuxian gripped the fabric of his robes as Suibian gently pat his head, the comfort spreading from the motion leaving an equally bitter taste in his mouth. Suibian deserved better than this. He’s one of the strongest Sentinels in the world, he deserves better than some reckless servant’s son. Taking a trembling beath, Wei Wuxian returned to his work with pinpoint focus to block out any thoughts. This would be the last time, so he’d better make it count.

Suibian relaxed as they fell into a comfortable silence, smiling at the gentleness of Wei Wuxian’s touch. 

His master was truly the best.

Suibian remembered his first day assigned to Wei Wuxian with almost as much confusion as he felt that day. Like whiplash, Wei Wuxian had overturned every notion Suibian had ever thought of what to expect from a master. Little YingYing had somehow come to the conclusion that Jiang Fengmian’s description of Sentinels being someone who always protects you, fights for you, and listens to your whims until death meant “best friend for life”. The then shy newly adopted Wei Ying had looked at Suibian with stars in his eyes and the sun in smile as he bounced on his feet, silently begging the King to let them go play.

Although Wei Ying now had a home and a family, Lotus Pier was still a harsh environment. Wei Wuxian was constantly made to feel like an outsider, a rat given salvation that pests don’t deserve. No matter how much he smiled on the outside, Suibian knew he felt lonely.

Wei Ying had led them to a more private pier and began to ask a bunch of questions about him. Suibian didn’t want to disappoint his master, but he had no answers that wouldn’t get him a punishment. How could he tell his master that his only hobbies were being a troublemaker? Training sucked, work sucked, people sucked, and Suibian often wanted nothing to do with any of them.

In the two weeks leading up to his naming ceremony, Little YingYing did his utmost to ensure Suibian felt welcome and enjoyed his new home. The rest of the palace found it as ridiculous as Suibian himself did, and looking at the way the crown prince handled his own Sentinel, Wei Ying made for a rather unusual child. Suibian adored him. He knew, from the moment Wei Ying took his hand and pulled him to the ceremony room asking Suibian what he’d like to be called with those large shining eyes, that he would protect this boy forever.

Wei Ying wanted Suibian to choose his own name since it’s so important to a person’s identity. The way he looked down as he said that made Suibian wonder how long it had been since anyone called Wei Ying’s name before King Jiang found him.

Suibian didn’t know what he wanted to be called. Sentinels are not given names at birth, nor are they taught to give any importance to their individuality. A Sentinel is an extension of their master, which is why any personal decisions are relegated to the master’s discretion. Wei Ying tried to help him, listing off twenty different names while asking if he liked any of them. Some were genuinely good, others were so laughably silly that Suibian almost picked them. In the end he ended up rejecting each of them, much to the indignance of the others in the room.

He told Wei Ying he didn’t know how to pick a name. He wanted his master to give him one. Wei Ying just fumbled around for a while trying to explain before giving up and trying to lighten the supposed stress of deciding, “It doesn’t have to be super special or anything. Just pick whatever!”

So Suibian did, writing it down on his official papers as per ceremony. When Wei Ying begged to see it, excited to know what Suibian picked, he just froze and stared dully at the paper. The Jiangs that looked afterwards held the same expression. Suibian couldn’t help but laugh.

The confused look that Little YingYing sent him had Suibian ruffling his hair. Of course, everyone asked him why the hell he would ever choose such a name, so he told them point blank it was the name his master chose for him. Wei Ying startled and began knocking his little fists lightly against Suibian’s chest crying, “That’s not what I meant, I swear!”

It was a great day.

Wei Ying tried to fix his “mistake”, but Jiang Fengmian could only give him this wry smile and explain that since it was marked on official documents it would be a pain and a half to get it changed. So how about they just go ahead and call him “Suibian”?

Wei Ying soon began to love the name as they went on more and more adventures, two swashbuckling troublemakers making the most of life. There was one time when Wei Wuxian gained some power that he offered to go through the pain and a half if Suibian wanted a new name, but he adamantly refused. It was the name his master gave him with such, albeit indirect, enthusiasm.

Suibian loved his name.

Plus, it made for a great prank that had tsunderes the world over blushing at being tricked.

With each passing year they grew closer and Suibian’s conviction grew. He would suffer a thousand full-body burns before watching his master die. 

Wei Wuxian was there for every step of Suibian’s recovery, always taking care of him. It should have been the other way around. A Sentinel should not be a dead weight. Suibian could only hope to finish his rehab and return to his master’s side.

For now, all he can do is ease his mind.

Suibian lifted his arms as Wei Wuxian began wrapping the gauze around his torso, “Master is unusually quiet today. Did Doc knock you out again? Or did Lady Shijie find your porn and tease you about it again?” Wei Wuxian paused and Suibian grinned as his tone turned mischievous, “Oh my, master, there’s nothing to get upset over~. Lady Shijie already complimented you on your taste! Besides, she always makes sure to expose Grumpy Grape’s porn to everyone as well!”

Wei Wuxian cut off Suibian’s laughter, “I’m getting married.”

Suibian froze, wide smile slipping slowly into a slack-jawed expression. If Wei Wuxian had liked someone, Suibian would know. While he was still wrapping his head around the words, Wei Wuxian continued, “Well, married might not be the right word exactly…”

Suibian stared ahead dully as Wei Wuxian explained the situation. He didn’t even register when his master finished and sat back in the chair by his bedside. This… This can’t be happening.

Suibian understands. He understands more than anyone how much Wei Wuxian wants to end this war, how desperate the situation is, the damage that could result should the war continue on. He doesn’t even disagree with his master’s decision.

But why Wei Wuxian?

Why his master, who has given everything of himself and more already? He deserves something better than this, something real.

At the very least he deserves more than a concubine position!

He turned sharply to face Wei Wuxian, “I’m coming with you.”

“No you’re not.” 

Suibian felt as if the air got knocked out of his lungs. He stared at Wei Wuxian as if unable to comprehend the words. Wei Wuxian knew it would be a huge blow, but what was he supposed to do?

He looked at Suibian as if memorizing his face, before taking his hand and pressing two compasses in his palm, “I need you to stay and protect everyone.”

Suibian blinked dazedly, “They won’t just let you go without a fight.”

Wei Wuxian released a breath, “Shijie can’t leave the castle without a preplanned destination and a huge escort. Jiang Cheng has the stealth of a rampaging bull. It won’t be hard to slip away, if they even find me.”

Suibian stayed quiet for a moment. Then, with the smallest voice awei Wuxian had ever heard from him, “Will I...get to join you?”

Wei Wuxian squeezed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, “...I don’t know.”

He really didn’t want to leave it off like this. Suibian hadn’t even been this pale when he was literally dying from his injuries. His wide eyes had this haunted light as he looked at Wei Wuxian, as if he was vanishing before Suibian’s very eyes. He quickly grabbed Suibian’s hand, unsure of what to say or what to do, when Suibian gripped his hand tightly back.

It was like the birth of a raging fire as Suibian’s eyes glared with a fierce conviction, “I will.”

He pulled Wei Wuxian into a hug so tight it was hard to breath, but Wei Wuxian could only hug tighter at his unyielding tone, “I will come to you. Whether through tricks or lies or false identities, I will find my way back to your side. 

Wei Wuxian didn’t respond.

Closing the door as Suibian stared at his back was the hardest thing Wei Wuxian had done that night.

Heart heavy and spirit low, Wei Wuxian could no longer bear to look at the fog-dusted lotus flowers that had charmed him most of his life. He immediately grabbed his bag and the bird,and left without a glance back.

He was glad royal courier birds from Gusu were trained to be silent. It was already difficult to carry around a large cage without making any noise, let alone worrying about its contents. Wei Wuxian had already attached his acceptance of the proposal to the bird’s leg, planning to release it outside of Lotus Pier’s walls in case someone tried to shoot it down.

Years of troublemaking came in very handy when Wei Wuxian knew every secret entrance and hidden passage that even the elders weren’t aware of. 

Reaching the horse stables was pitifully easy. With his best horse at full speed, only taking breaks when his horse needed it, Wei Wuxian could reach the Cloud Recesses in a week. Had the Jiangs gone beyond etiquette and touched his horses, then a normal horse could get him there in 10, maybe 12 days. Looking over, Wei Wuxian gawked at the empty stables.

They did it. They actually did it.

They had all his war horses put in the winter stables.

As a General, Wei Wuxian was to have unrestricted access to his horses at all times. Even a second could mean the outcome of a battle, so even Madam Yu respected that boundary even when he would ride around in the middle of the night with his friends. The only time anyone was allowed to touch Wei Wuxian’s horses without his permission is to move them into the winter stables to protect them from the cold. With all their horses in one place, the stables are heavily guarded. Of course, Wei Wuxian never minded especially since he could take out his horses as he pleased, but he couldn’t do that now without alerting everyone.

Wei Wuxian clicked his tongue. Now he’d have to buy a horse in town. Never expecting they would stoop so low, Wei Wuxian only brought enough for a month’s worth of expenses. Not only would a new horse and gear cost the majority of Wei Wuxian’s coin, but a horse not bred for the Jiang’s preference for speed would take even longer than before. These next two weeks were going to test Wei Wuxian’s frugality.

His mouth dropped even further once he made it past the gates.

Lotus Pier had officially declared Winter despite it still being a month away this far south. Wei Wuxian couldn’t even steal a horse because they were all locked up somewhere snow couldn’t reach them. Yunmeng’s famous night market would be the only place to buy a horse at this hour, and given the increased guards it was a no-go.

Wei Wuxian felt like breaking something.

This meant he would have to walk. At least until he finds a horse in another town, but who knows how long that might take if the news reached beyond the capital already.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Wuxian steels himself as he watches the falcon speed off in the direction of Gusu.

If he has to walk, then he’ll walk.

Lan Xichen couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched his brother slip the letter out of his sleeve and read it again while supervising the construction of the Red Lotus Pavilion. Despite having received the acceptance letter only a day ago, it was already as worn as ancient text with how often Lan Wangji took the paper out to read it. 

Despite their confidence in Wei Wuxian’s agreement to the proposal, Lan Wangji had read the acceptance letter with a face of awe as if he couldn’t believe it was real. Lan Xichen had never seen his brother so stunned and happy at the same time.

As soon as the emperor snapped out of his daze, he sprung into action. He finalized, with a bit of reluctance, the structural plans for the pavilion and immediately ordered for the construction to begin the very next day. His brother hired the best, and a lot of them. Already they had done so much work despite the short time frame. Although it won’t be ready in time for Wei Wuxian’s arrival, the pavilion would be ready in time for the wedding.

Yunmeng’s acceptance letter was rather strange. It was addressed directly from the General instead of the Yunmeng royal family. 

The General stated that due to their current states it would be best to make the engagement official as soon as possible, so he would be journeying ahead to reach the Cloud Recesses quickly. He added that the Jiang retinue and all proper procedures would be handled afterwards. There were other things as well that found puzzling, but he hoped it was just some cultural differences. The emperor didn’t seem to notice the rest as he kept rereading the opening line where Wei Wuxian personally accepts the proposal.

Lan Xichen smiled softly as he watched Lan Wangji trace the characters gently with his fingers. There’s still a lot of work to be done, but for now he’ll let his little brother enjoy the moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lan Xichen noticed Lan Qiren approaching and panicked. He would never approve such an unorthodox design and even if it’s not his decision in the end he doesn’t wish to sour Lan Wangji’s mood.

The emperor was too lost in his daze to notice the fluttering of his brother’s robes as he bolted at maximum allowed speed.

When he first held the sealed letter, Lan Wangji could feel the world fade away as his heartbeat increased. His brother was saying something but his voice felt far away as if he was on a boat while Lan Wangji sunk further into the depths of his thoughts. His heartbeat seems to thunder through his chest as such an intensity he wondered if Wei Ying could feel it from across the land. 

Only his brother’s hand gently tugging on the paper snapped Lan Wangji out of his daze as he slapped the letter to his chest protectively. Lan Xichen just gave a knowing smile, “Wangji, if it’s too much I can open it for you.”

Lan Wangji froze as his ears went hot. To have lost his composure at such a small thing…

With a light cough the emperor straightened, ignoring his brother’s raised eyebrows, and broke the seal to open the response. Lan Xichen stood beside him as they read and and could practically feel the slight tremble in Lan Wangji’s hands as his eyes widened in pure awe. With the face of a lost child in disbelief of receiving their greatest wish, he turned to Lan Xichen as if to confirm that what he read was real.

He and Wei Ying are getting married.

At Lan Xichen’s warm nod, Lan Wangji felt a sudden lightness hit him with such an intensity that he had to sit down. They’re getting married.

He will finally, finally get to be with Wei Ying.

Lan Wangji could not sleep the entire night. It was the first time he had ever broken curfew. The bubbly feeling of fairies dancing across his heart had him taking out the letter over and over to read under the moonlight. Some part of Lan Wangji feared that if he fell asleep he would wake to find it was all a cruel, albeit beautiful, dream.

Justifying it as truly important political work, the emperor gave up on sleep and spent the rest of the night finalizing the design and writing a list of tasks to delegate in preparation for Wei Ying’s arrival. He ignored his brother’s amused look the following morning.

The official announcement was a short affair, Lan Wangji not wanting to waste time listening to pointless drivel when there are so many things to do. It was for the best anyway, as hiz daze had caused Lan Wangji to make several mistakes, walking into door frames and pouring his tea until the entire table was soaked. 

Lan Wangji could only relegate himself to those tasks which he knew could hold his focus, and therefore put his full attention into the wedding preparations. He didn’t wish to pressure the workers with his authority, but he cannot deny his appreciation at the speed and quality that resulted from it. With winter having begun, the foundation must be finished before the first snowfall.

He had already sent people to buy the various textiles, decorations, and other such materials, even giving the order to journey to other cities should the capital not have enough.

Lan Wangji was dismayed to learn the pavilion would not be ready in time for Wei Ying’s arrival and wanted to decorate the guest courtyard to properly welcome his bride, but Lan Xichen had informed him that with the season ramping up, removing any workers from the pavilion could cause drastic delays. The emperor could only hope to make up for the housing with hospitality.

Lan Wangji stared at the construction silently before his ears turned red.

Of course, should Wei Ying accept, Lan Wangji would gladly host him in his own pavilion. The emperor shook his head of such thoughts. He looked down, remembering their meeting in Yiling. No matter his intentions, he doesn’t wish to put pressure on his empress to do anything he doesn’t wish to. And if it takes time for Wei Ying to feel comfortable in his presence, then Lan Wangji will wait.

As Lan Wangji ran through a list of activities to host for Wei Ying’s arrival, he saw a flash of gold approach from the side. The emperor turned his head just enough to acknowledge Jin Guangyao’s presence before returning to gaze forward. With his gentle smile, Jin Guangyao gave a salute before standing a respectful distance away. They were silent for a few minutes as Jin Guangyao seemed to fidget, unsure of what to say.

In the end he took a breath and turned to bow to the emperor, “Your Highness, I would like to offer my sincere apologies.”

Lan Wangji turned his head, flicking his fingers in pardon which Jin Guangyao shook his head to refuse. He looked down with a scrunched up expression, “Er-Ge spoke to me about our discussion over Yunmeng.” His voice lowered with a slight irritation Lan Wangji had not seen on him before, “As you know, my status in Koi Tower is… rocky. As the king, Father demands I report to him on my activities in case my actions somehow affect Lanling. I had always kept our discussions as a Triad private. This case was the only exception because the resources would need to be prepared in advance for the recovery efforts to work, and such things are outside of my influence.” He grit his teeth, “The one time I tell him…”

Lan Wangji stared at him for a moment before lifting his hand, “Rise. It has already finished.”

Jin Guangyao gave one more salute in gratitude before rising with a smile to admire the enormous construction taking place. The scale of it was truly astounding, more fit for a goddess than an empress. If he had to guess, Jin Guangyao would wager it matches the size of the emperor’s own pavilion at the very least. He struggled not to show the astonishment on his face as his mind tallied up the costs involved.

Even Lanling with its abundant wealth does not have such a glorious construction for such a relatively minor purpose.

This is an area to tread lightly, especially given the current tension.

Jin Guangyao spoke his praises of the pavilion, marveling at the planned man-made lotus pond they planned to build all the way up here in the mountains. Lan Wangji just nodded with a subdued air of excitement as he gave some small information, though nothing of importance.

Jin Guanyao turned to him with his own excitement, “Your Highness, such a marvelous palace must surely be expensive. And given the purpose of the marriage is to end the war we are all involved in, I am sure that both Lanling and Qinghe would like to gift resources and treasures to the Red Lotus Pavilion to ease the tensions between our countries and welcome a new era for the coming future. While I am sure Gusu is brimming with more than adequate quality, there are some things that can only be found in other countries. Lanling especially has some of the finest hardwood in the world. And I have personally felt the quality finish of Qinghe silk. With your permission, we could have these gifts prepared for the Red Lotus Pavilion before the wedding.”

Lan Wangji stayed quiet for a moment before responding, “tradition dictates that the husband provide all resources for the wife’s living.”

Jin Guangyao just smiled, “I see.”

They stood silently for a few more minutes until Jin Guangyao excused himself to return to his diplomatic paperwork. It reminded Lan Wangji of his own desk overflowing with documents about the treaty and wedding. Releasing a small breath, Lan Wangji turned to leave, but his daze had yet to life as he had bumped into an attendant after a few steps. The girl had immediately kowtowed and begged forgiveness. Lan Wangji could not blame her for his own carelessness, especially after noticing her pole, “No matter, rise.”

The girl kowtowed one more time in gratitude before getting up and dusting off her robes to be more presentable. With a salute she greeted the emperor and asked if he needed anything. Lan Wangji was about to refuse when he noticed the bounciness in her stance as they listened to the construction. He motioned for her to speak, remembering after a moment that she can’t see it, “Speak.”

The girl jumped and blushed as she lowered her head, “I heard we will be getting a new empress. This servant has not yet been assigned a proper master, so this one wishes for some work to help prepare for the empress’s arrival.” Her pale eyes widened as she waved her hands, “Of course, this one does not expect to have such a prestigious assignment especially with my… inadequacy. I only wish to help…”

Lan Wangji’s eyes softened behind his headdress. He was sure Wei Ying would never have a problem with a blind attendant, especially one who shared parts of his own history.

Ever since learning of the tragic tale of Wei Ying’s childhood, Lan Wangji could no longer look past the struggling children on the streets of the capital. He had set up programs to aid them, but it never felt enough. Sometimes he would see their thin wrists and hollow cheeks and wondered if Wei Ying had once suffered the same state.

This young attendant was one such orphan living on the streets. He had always seen her near the entrance of the city leading up to the Cloud Recesses. It was a good spot for sure, with a lot of traffic to offer food. She had always been more quiet, content to sit in her spot and not draw attention to herself. When he realized the girl was blind and the cacophony of noise must make things even more difficult, Lan Wangji had since made sure an attendant would give her some food. 

She reminded him of the stories of an orphan Wei Ying, shy and quiet, but looking forward with a smile. Although it was a year ago, Lan Wangji could still remember his worry when the seasons began to change. Going into the capital dusted with snow and finding the girl sleeping under a ratty square of fabric, Lan Wangji’s mind would always superimpose a young Wei Ying over her face.

He couldn’t just leave her out there.

The most he could do was offer her a position as an attendant. 

When she first heard his offer she stared at him absolutely dumbfounded, quickly becoming suspicious. Of course, someone in her position must face unsavory liars hoping to take advantage of her every day. Lan Wangji could only hand her a jade token to the Cloud Recesses and hope it was enough to convey his sincerity. He could almost see the thousands of thoughts running through her head as she looked side to side in slack-jawed disbelief before accepting his offer with an enthusiasm that left him heartbroken.

She was a nice girl with a strong work ethic. Regardless of the job, she would do it with full effort, going to every corner of the Cloud Recesses on an almost daily basis. She even refused assistance to not bother anyone else, her supervisors only accepting because of the quality of her work despite her disability.

Even now she wishes to help with the marriage preparations, willing to give up what little free time she has to work within the Red Lotus Pavilion.

Watching her be so grateful to be worked hard as a servant just to have a roof over her head, Lan Wangji wonders if that is why Wei Ying was so loyal to Yunmeng.

He narrowed his eyes.

Lan Wangji would make sure to treat her with the kindness he wished Wei Ying had been given in Lotus Pier.

Wei Ying would be a good master for her, and she’s shown a dedication to her work that Lan Wangji would approve within the Red Lotus Pavilion. Lan Wangji stroked the sachet in his sleeves, “This emperor accepts your request.”

The girl lights up.

Lan Wangji nods as he gives her an assignment, “Clean the tiles and other embellishments for the pavilion. 139 each. Wash thrice.”

The girl froze and sent him a closed-eyed smile, “...Thank you, Your Highness.”

Lan Wangji nodded to himself before dismissing her and returning to his study.

Lan Wangji spent the rest of the day finishing paperwork, and yet it felt like he barely got anything done. Thoughts of the wedding would hit him as soon as he got bored and left him distracted throughout the day. 

He wanted to see Wei Ying.

He had never understood the impatience of wanting something so close within your grasp. Never before had he wanted to see Wei Ying as strongly as he did then. To hold him, to listen to his chatter, to spend time idling over nonsense together. 

He wanted to spend some time as fiancees instead of rivals.

His thoughts haunted him that night, the phantom warmth of another body pressed against his side torturing him with yearning. Lan Wangji got up to look out at the moon, its silver glow reminding him of bright mischievous eyes. 

He wondered if Wei Ying was looking out at the same moon.

Based on the letter, Wei Ying should already be on his way. Lan Wangji had not expected him to come separately from the Jiang retinue. Did he go alone with no protection? Lan Wangji found it ridiculous, but stranger things have happened when Wei Wuxian was involved.

A small gust of wind blew a chill into the room. Was Wei Ying prepared for the Gusu winter so far north?

…

Wei Ying...

The emperor could only gaze out at the moon as he made up his mind.

The following morning was a subdued flurry of activity as Lan Wangji’s attendants prepared him for his journey. 

His brother stood to the side with an indulgent smile, “Ah, I should have seen this coming. Wangji is a proper gentleman, how could he marry without even a date?”

Lan Wangji’s ears burned as he chose which betrothal gifts to bring, “Brother.”

Lan Xichen dabbed his eyes with his sleeve, “Gallivanting off to woo your bride, leaving this old Xichen behind. Brother feels lonely.”

Lan Wangji curled away from him, ears a blazing crimson, “Brother.”

Lan Xichen just gave an exaggerated sigh, “Yes yes, this brother understands.” His hazel eyes softened at the emperor in his travel attire, “Wangji, be safe. Our decision has not been met with enthusiasm on most sides. It could be dangerous.”

Lan Wangji looked back at him before fastening his sword, “All the more reason I should go.”

Lan Xichen huffed a laugh, “With you and General Wei together, I have no worries.” Then with a suggestive wink, “Good luck.”

Lan Wangji stood stiffly for a moment before quietly turning around, ears red, “Mn.”

He left at dawn.

[agent-7-at-your-service]

The Hamartia Arc: Through Brine and Tides (Part 1)

((Agent 7, Bigfin Splatoon, Calypso and Leviathan, Octo Squadron Megalodon, Kimun and the Neanderthal Tribesmen, and Laguna “Garza” Rayne, Abigail Atled Calliostro, and others belongs to me

Agent Blueshift belong to @myzzy

Wonder Inkling and Wonder Inkling Jr. belong to @inklingleesquidly

Agent 0 belongs to @son-of-joy

Ampth, Mercury, and Cell (mentioned) belong to @teamuntyblue

Shadow and Alphaserv Network (mentioned / cameo) belong to @alphaservnetwork ))

Shadow and his band of Mercenaries were already prepared to leave Aomori. Some got on the speed train offered by Agent 7. Some took the long road to go to other parts of Japan. 

Agent 7 was glad to have them helping him in Operation Ezo. The whole purpose of this part of the phase was to push back the invasion of the Great Amemasu Federation of Hokkaido. 

Now the next phase begins.

A counterattack.

Agent 7 and his allies have gotten the word about Senates action to court-martial Agent 7 and the army he built to fight the Federation. The news article from Inkopolis was what brought Agent 7′s attention. He is now left with a choice: Either return to Inkopolis and face the court-martial’s charges which would dissolve his army, or make the counterattack and take the fight to Hokkaido. And waiting for Inkopolis’ Military to come to apprehend them wasn’t an option.

His decision was the latter. This war is far from over.

Agent 7 has a number of boat pilling up in the harbor along with the military warships that were captured. Most of the boats were fishing boats and cargo ships, but they were being offered by resistance fighters who helped liberate the cities invaded by the Federation. He can see them being converted into small warships.

Military vehicles were being maintained and stores on the warships while aircraft were going through brief patrols to protect the harbor.

The army that agent 7 mustered during Operation Ezo also changed. With the Alphaserv Network now moving onto other affairs, the numbers have dwindled in strength. However, their efforts did provide the army with new resources and new recruits. And news of the Operation’s success is new forcing more private military companies to either join or remain in Inkopolis. Inkopolis’ Military was also split, with some beginning to go rogue and head north. But in the end, it doesn’t change the fact that the Senate still have to court-martial Agent 7 and likely the army he formed.

Agent 7 was waiting at the train station, having got a message from several allies requesting a meeting in Aomori. When the speed train arrived, several familiar faces came out: Agent Blueshift, Wonder Inkling and Wonder Inkling Jr. (Junior), and Agent 0.

Agent 7 saluted to them. However, they didn’t salute back.

“Is... there something wrong?” Agent 7 asked.

“It’s about the court-martial,” Wonder Inkling answered before showing the newspapers, “You made headlines around Inkopolis and the Octo-Territories.”

“She sounded pretty pissed when she accused you as some rogue,” Agent 0 added.

“And there is a number of people already split from both the public and the military,” Blueshift added.”

“Who has my back here?” Agent 7 wondered.

“There’s Ampth, Mercury, and Cell, already making moves to make Octo Valley and Octo Canyon cooperate in supporting you,” Blueshift listed, “There’s Sanada and the Ammonites, now funding and campaigning to support your actions. The other refugee clans that Sanada has connections to are also taking action to help the liberated cities. And then there's Captain Cuttlefish who is already responding to Senator Abigail’s decision even if they don’t approve of what you did.”

“How did you take this news when you first saw it?” Junior asked.

“Well first off, I was mad, then Shadow decided to rip it apart.” Agent 7 crosses his arms. “And second, I decided to follow through with performing a counter-attack. What else?”

“Agent 7, you do know you can’t defy the government after pulling that stunt,” Junior pointed out.

“You sure got yourself into a bigger mess after you were freed from exile,” Blueshift commented.

“The Inkopolis executive is still commander-in-chief, why aren’t they doing anything about this?” Agent 7 asked. “I swear Inkopolis can just follow through with this outrageous plan for peace.”

“We tried talking about this privately with them,” Junior explained, “But somehow Abigail has gained control of some communication lines and severed the one between The Inkopolis Defense Force.”

“That and she has somehow got the senate to control the defenses of Inkopolis,” Agent Blueshift noted.

“Agent 7, what makes you think this is outrageous?” Wonder Inkling questioned.

“We can’t make peace with them as long as Hector is leading them,” Agent 7 argued, “And if Senator Abigail wants to make peace, she’s mistaken. She’ll be asking him to raze Inkopolis to the ground starting opening the city’s gates.”

“You got a point there... what happened to those trials and social experiments that he’s performing on you?” Wonder Inkling Jr. pointed out.

“I think it’s waiting in Hokkaido,” Agent 7 turned away, “Does anyone know where the Squid Sisters are at that time of the news?”

They all hesitated. 

Then Blueshift answered. “They were last seen traveling to Calamari County. If it’s about Marie, she’s okay.”

Agent 7 sighed with relief. “With that out of the way, what do you guys say? Are you joining me or what?”

Agent 7 was giving them a fair amount of time to think and decide. If they join him, this would be going against the Inkopolis Government. If they don’t, they would likely have to apprehend Agent 7 and bring him back to face the crimes. 

“I’m in,” Agent 0 decided.

Everyone looked at him.

Agent 0 has his reasons. “I was blackmailed to poison Agent 7, and Hector is gonna pay for putting me in that position.”

“I have to join too!” Junior joined. “That private talk with Hector was so cryptic, but the way this petty feud has been turning you has to end!”

Wonder Inking sighed. “I have to agree. That Abigail girl is beyond reasoning at this point. I’m in.”

And lastly, Blueshift had made his decision, starting with a nod to Agent 7.

“I’m not doing this for Marie, I know you still care a lot for her.” He removes his shades and revealed his face for a moment. “I’m doing this for what is considered my home and for everyone I know, including you.”

Their responses left Agent 7 with a slight smile on his face. He’s confident that he can end this war, once and for all.

“We’re going to a three-pronged approach when fighting our way to Sapporo, the capital of the Amemasu Federation of Hokkaido. I’ll fill you in on what we have.”

The Next Day...

Calypso, Sarah Phenotyne, and Octo Squadron Megalodon were sent off early to take Kojima Island and use it at one of the bases to stop Amemasu Fleets from sailing to the west side of Japan’s mainland. Resistance fighters from Operation Ezo took care of the eastern side of Japan’s Mainland with their fleets.

Kimun was about to leave with his Neanderthal Tribesmen, leading a small fleet that would sail for Hokuto which was Hokkaido’s closest port to Japan. He had another ship sail further north to gather more tribesmen. Agent 7 was saying farewell to him. Wonder Inkling and Wonder Inkling Junior woke up early to meet this Kimun.

“Ah, Wonder Inklings, I would like to introduce you to Tribe Chief Kimun,” Agent 7 introduced, “He’s leaving early for Hokkaido to clear a path for us.”

Wonder Inkling looked at Kimun from head to toe.

“So this is a Neanderthal,” Junior began, curious of Kimun’s appearance, “I can see the similarity with the human fossils in the Sunken Scrolls.”

Kimun had his eyes on Wonder Inkling.

“Mr. Kimun, it’s rude to stare,” Wonder Inkling stated.

Kimun shook his head and came to his senses. “Sorry. Out of all the squids and octopi I’ve seen, you are one of the most—”

“Kimun, focus,” Agent 7 interrupted.

Wonder Inkling knows what he was going to say next. “Oh, sir, you flatter me.”

“Yes... yes... I must go now.” Kimun adjusts his robes and turned. “Some Amemasu need to be fished.” He ascends the rails to one of the warships.”

“Well that was a brief meet-up,” Agent 7 commented.

“We decided to wake up early,” Wonder Inkling replied.

Once Blueshift and Agent 0 were awake, Agent 7 did a roll call with Bigfin Splatoon. He picked up his handheld transceiver. His agents were on a different warship in the harbor.

“Sound off,” Agent 7 commanded.

“Agent Beta 4.13 standing by.”

“Agent Beta 8 standing by.”

“Agent Recruit Jiang, ready!”

“Agent Recruit Tavi, is prepared to depart.”

“Agent Recruit Circe, ready to depart.”

Then two more response came in, and they were the sounds of Zapfishes.

“Hear you loud and clear, Wattsby and Edison.” Agent 7 shook his head, smiling. He then looked to the Wonder Inklings, Agent 0, and Blueshift. “Next stop, Uchiura Bay.”

More than Five Hours Later...

Gravis Blenncove, the Bear-clawed Pikeman, and leader of The Sealine of Uchihara Bay, hasn’t been idle and os wasn’t the Federation. His military contingent has been using the cities around the bay as a set of naval watchtowers to patrol the waters between Hokkaido and Japan. So far, they’ve recalled all naval fleets by the orders of Hector after the invasion was stopped. It was to prepare for an expected counter-attack.

Colonel Jenna, the named Commander-in-Chief of the Federation, and Gavis’s prized asset in his alliance with Hector, she was ready to prove to the people that she was the last line of Hector’s Defense. In fact, she has devised a three-line defense tactic that’s meant to slow down whatever counter-attack was going to be made.

Jenna and Gavis are already discussing this with the Sharkling despot Hector and another ally, Klaveran, Leader of the Lakelike of Lake Toya. Klaveran was Hector’s crayfish teacher before the Federation was established. He appeared with fewer legs and moving on a wheelchair. Their meeting is the island inside Lake Toya.

Colonel Jenna had a map laid out along with markers the represent the three-lines. “The first line will be in the bay which Gravis will command. There will be an ink-mine field from the Koma-ga-take Mountain Peak to the city of Muroran. The harbors in Uchiura Bay will have fleets we’ve recalled. We already secured defense on Tamakomai’s and Sapporo’s harbors if they plan on trying to get to the capital with haste. The second line is in an area between Mount Yotei, Lake Toya, and Lake Shikotsu. We will have to lure them here a surround them. If all else fails, the third line is in the Minami Ward all the way to Hector’s residence. That’s where I’ll form a final stand.”

“Impressive...” Hector commented.

“And I’ve been hearing from Gavis that Klaveran has a secret weapon we could use with the Brine Solution,” Jenna mentioned, “I want to know the progress and when it can be supplied to the lines.”

“From my facilities, the researchers estimate 48 hours to complete the first batch of secret weapons. And it will take less than 12 hours to supply them to each line.” Klaveran held out a laptop. “I suggest you have the first line try and hold out until the weapons are completed.”

“Understood.” Jenna bowed.

“I trust you with these defense lines while I prepare my final trail for the son of Jason Gatz-Ling Cassius.” Hector took a deep breath from his respirator. “I must be on my way then—”

An inkling in the Amemasu military uniform ran in, adjusting his scarf. He then saluted. “Colonel Jenna! There is an attack at Hokuto coming from one of our warships. And there is an aerial strike and an invasion on Kojima Island!”

“Must be the same Neanderthal tribes that snuck past us and stole our ships from days ago. As for the attack on Kojima Island...” Colonel Jenna looked at her map. She slams a fist. “Klaveran, prepare an escort to take Hector back to Sapporo. Gravis, I’m joining you in the first line.”

“Very well, Jenna.” Gavis has no problem with this change.

“What’s in your mind, Colonel?” Hector questioned.

“This is Seven’s way of saying he’s coming,” Jenna calculated. “That is why I must suggest you go back to Sapporo.”

And with that Hector appreciated Jenna’s loyalty. “And that is why I named you Commander-in-Chief.” He leaves immediately with Klaveran following him.

Gravis and Jenna left as well, gathering the men to one of the cities of Uchiura Bay. There, the cities were already in haste, with the military garrison signaling one another.

[ramblinganthropologist]

Dragon Age 100 - 5 (Light)

Summary: Haven sucks and the newly minted Herald Kaaras Adaar is at the end of his rope. Luckily, there’s someone there to pull him back from the edge and remind him the wonder of self care. Family’s great like that. (Inquisition.)

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“I believe that will handle business for today.”

Fucking good.

Kaaras' entire body ached as he stood up from his spot at the impromptu war table. Spread out in front of him were numerous pins stuck to the map of Ferelden, all of them someplace he needed to be or something that needed doing. They were growing by the day as more people heard about this nightmare freak show people were calling the Inquisition. Apparently, they were gaining a reputation for getting the job done.

“Herald, you have been quiet today.”

His insides twisted. The voice belonged to Cassandra-way-too-many-names, a Seeker and major pain in the ass. Back when they had first met, she had shouted at him and even hit him once before dragging them both out to the ass end of hell itself. It hadn't exactly created a first impression, and that was without all the demons pouring out of holes in the sky. The fact she refused to call him by his own damn name didn't help matters either. No matter what, she didn't seem to get he wasn't fucking Andrastian.

Or maybe she was trying to convert him. It wasn't working.

It was hard to think of words – exhaustion coursed through his entire body as he resisted the urge to stretch tired muscles. When was the last time he had slept, or eaten for that matter? He couldn't even remember the last time he had had something to drink, and he felt it in his dry lips and parched throat. Wasn't much time for that with having to run all over Ferelden chasing leads and killing Templars.

“Not a lot to say, Cassandra. You've all got this handled.”

Next to him, the Inquisition's ambassador was still writing. Once she glanced up at him, eyes concerned. He liked Josephine about as much as he could like anyone in this hell party. She was nice, and more importantly she asked if he could do something before she gave it to him. Everyone else just barked orders. Talk about rude.

“Are you sure, Kaaras? You look tired. Is your hand bothering you?”

Yes. Yes it was. The damn thing refused to shut up during the night when he tried to catch a few hours of sleep. Every time he tried, it pulsed green light and shot pain through his entire left side. On bad nights, it kept him gasping and clutching at his thin, too small sheet as he all but rolled onto the floor. It was more comfortable down there anyway, given how small the damn bed was.  But hey, it closed rifts so that was good enough for the torture, right?

He allowed a tired smile that he didn't really mean. “I'm getting used to it, Josephine. Don't worry about me.”

She didn't look too convinced, and if he hadn't been stuck in the middle of nowhere he would have appreciated it more. The woman was lovely, it was just bad circumstances that had shoved them together. Maybe in different light, they would've been just fine. However, she was attached to the Inquisition and thus put him on edge.

“You should rest.” Leliana, shadowy and creepy in the way a good spymaster should have been, was rolling up her notes. She had spent most of the meeting arguing with their commander – something he was glad for. He hated the fucker and his attempts to oust him hadn't worked. “Your control of the anchor only grows worse with exhaustion.”

It was a blunt statement he couldn't deny. Kaaras' shoulders sagged as he managed a brief nod. Sure, he would try – but there was no guarantee it would work. Even if he did, sleep was no better. Lately all he got in his fitful rests were endless nightmares of glowing green apparitions that chased him in the darkness. They were growing closer by the night, as if they were closing in on him. What would happen when they caught him, he didn't want to know. Maybe he would just die in his sleep.

It was bad, but that almost felt comforting to think it could end. Talk about a light at the end of the tunnel.

Outside it was cold and snow had freshly fallen on the ground in patches. The rest was all gray sludge or mud, trampled by countless feet that swarmed Haven like a hive. Kaaras walked a familiar path, head down. Right then, he probably couldn't have handled a conversation.

His stomach ached dully – a reminder he hadn't eaten. It matched tempo with his pounding head and aching body. He felt like one big bruise in various stages of healing, and if someone were to press down he would feel it even worse. Plenty of people needed – even wanted- to do so those days. It was like they didn't even care about him.

Of course they didn't – all they wanted was his fucking hand.

Kaaras had a small room to himself off to the side. The key clicked in the lock when he threaded it through, and he sighed as he fell onto his bed. All he had left was the energy to take off his boots and jacket – forget his binder. He had lost track of how long he had been wearing it. Who cared about his ribs right then anyway? Certainly not him as he curled up to fit onto the bed, too tired to arrange his blanket on the floor to seek out a bit more comfort.

At first, he would cry himself to sleep. Lately, he was out of tears to do that. So he just  lay there, feeling his body pulse and throb. In the morning they would probably send him to some ass end of Ferelden again. Then, who knows. They were talking about heading out to fucking Orlais – Orlais of all places! - next. Just thinking of it made him want to cry, but instead he closed his eyes and prayed to the Creators for sleep.

They didn't answer. He was beginning to think they had forgotten him too.

Kaaras wasn't sure how long he lay there, feeling his body ache. Maybe it was hours. Whatever it was, he was suddenly roused to wakefulness by the sound of commotion coming from outside. Guards were shouting, and they sounded pissed.

“Stop right there! Identify yourself!”

“Get fucked, Templar, you're lucky I didn't fry you. Now tell me where the fuck he is.”

There was the sound of metal hitting a wall at a fast pace. It was close. Someone let out a strangled gasp as the deep-voiced man held them probably against a wall. Pure fury dripped from every word they spoke.

They... they were Dalish.

Kaaras sat up, eyes wide as he stared at the door. Logic had abandoned him in the fleeting hope of a rescue. He would have thought he was dreaming, but his hand decided to pulse. It was a painful reminder that all of this was real, strange as it was.

“O-over there.”

The metal hit the ground. Silence echoed across Haven as footprints approached his door. It was locked, but that didn't matter. A familiar sound of scraping metal tools against the lock was his world right then. Just a little more to the left and it would open.

The lock clicked softly and the door swung open. Standing on the other side, armed to the teeth, was a qunari. He barely fit into the door as he strode through, broad shoulders cloaked in dark leather of Dalish make. His face was unmarked, but his jewelry and bearing could have only marked him as one of the People – a very tall member. He had to be 6'8, maybe even close to 7 feet tall. His purple eyes focused on him, and then they widened.

“Shit, Kaas.”

Akri had grown since Kaaras had last seen him. And... apparently gone to the wild side if his spiky hair and facial piercings had anything to go by. His body language was rage and annoyance, so different from the young man he had left behind. What had happened to him since they had last met?

“What the fuck did they do to you?”

A female voice sounded from his shoulders. Kaaras' eyes traveled up – someone was sitting on his brother's shoulder. She too was Dalish, with red hair and tattoos to Mythal inked into her skin. He knew that slight frame and bright green eyes anywhere, though. Those hadn't changed much over the years, even if she was apparently now an adult.

Jackel was soon at his side, Akri not far behind. They were soon squeezing him hard, almost enough to compress his aching ribs to the point of breaking. It didn't matter though – tears were soon trickling down Kaaras' face as he hugged both of them for dear life. They were real, and they had come for him after all.

“It's gonna be ok, Kaas. We'll get you out of here.” Akri's deep voice rumbled as he squeezed tighter. “No fucking shems are going to hold you if we have something to say about it.”

Jackel had settled onto his shoulders, still weighing about as much as two grapes. “Who's in charge here anyway and where do they sleep? We need to have a talk.”

At this, Kaaras let out a bitter laugh and felt his shoulders sag, taking his cousin with him. Here was the cruelest fact of all, the one he had been trying to avoid since it had begun. Speaking it would only make him feel worse, but they needed to know.

“Technically I think it might be me.”

He held out his hand, glowing palm on full display. “I'm in really deep, you two.”

Just then in pulsed and sent out fire. Akri's eyes were as large as dinner plates as he watched. No doubt he was running through every spell he knew and then some. Maybe the Dalish had something, because the humans didn't. They had run every test on him and found nothing. It closed rifts and hurt – that was their conclusion.

“I'm going to murder someone.” Jackel's voice was a solemn vow as she looked over at Akri. “Write Mamae. Maybe she'll know.”

“Already working on how to describe it.” He frowned, piercings moving with him. “But before that, we gotta get Kaas back to eating and sleeping. You look like shit, bro.”

Always the blunt one, and yet Kaaras found himself chuckling. It turned into a full laugh that scraped his insides of a lot of the bullshit that had been building up over the last few months. Where there had only been despair, now there was the slightest bit of hope.

They cared about him. Someone fucking cared.

Jackel patted him on the head, right above his horn. “Nobody's gonna fuck with you tonight, Kaas. We'll make sure of that.”

Oh, and Kaaras was surer than anything of that. For the first time since he had woken up in the dark, he wasn't afraid. Well, that wasn't accurate – he was still scared shitless, but it was easier to handle it with family by his side. They had his back, even in the midst of utter bullshit. Maybe that was why his eyes started to flutter and ache for closing. At last, his body was shutting down.

“I got you, Kaas. Don't worry about it.”

That was the last thing Kaaras heard before he gave himself over to strong arms and the lure of sleep. Even in the mist of cold Haven, he was warm. That alone put a smile on his face as he fell into a thankfully dreamless slumber. Maybe they would keep the demons at bay for him. If they did, he might sleep after all.

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“You have got to be kidding me.”

Leliana's mouth was in a thin line, and Cassandra looked ready to throw something. Next to them, Josephine looked perfectly calm as she peered into the room that their Herald normally occupied on his own. Apparently, he had guests.

They were all on the floor on a makeshift pile of blankets. Kaaras was in the center, face peaceful as he was lost in a dream. Haven's two intruders flanked him on either side, the smaller elf all but throwing herself over him like a makeshift blanket. The other qunari was close by, one arm wrapped around the Herald. Neither looked like they were about to be moved.

“The bigger one is a mage. He blasted through the defenses the little one couldn't pick.” Leliana was still doing recon. “They're both Dalish.”

Cassandra's tone was flat. “I can see that.”

“Perhaps they are his family? Kaaras had mentioned he was Dalish.” Apparently, Josephine was the only one to remember things. “They do resemble each other... maybe he asked them to join them in Haven?”

If they were able to slip past defenses, perhaps they would be useful additions to the Inquisition. They could always use more mages, and Leliana had been complaining she needed better agents. There were plenty of places for them to support the Herald should they choose to stay.

And judging from the grip, they were.

Their voices roused the smaller one. One large green eye fluttered open and locked into a death glare. She had a knife in her hand, from where Josephine had no idea. She took a step back as Cassandra stiffened and Leliana reached for her bow. This was... not ideal close quarters.

“You're all fucked when Kaas wakes up.” Her voice was thick with sleep as she cuddled closer to Kaaras. “Now fuck off he hasn't slept in days because of you people.”

“Fuck off, shems.” the qunari echoed, not even opening his eyes. The air still tingled with electricity, however – he might not have been looking, but he was aiming just fine. Josephine certainly got the message, and luckily so did her companions. They shut the door behind them and backed away.

Later, when the Herald was awake, this would need to be discussed. However, if they managed to get him to sleep she couldn't see harm in letting them stay. Really, that was the first time she had seen the qunari look so peaceful. And realizing that was... unpleasant.

Even more unpleasant? Dealing with the Inquisition's forces later. After all, they had been blitzed by two lone agents. That was just embarrassing, but it technically wasn't her department. That one was on Cullen.

Maybe Kaaras had been onto something about his removal...

[mrkamabo--co]

An Eventful Stop

rating: pg warnings: illness, nightmares words: 2797 notes: a progression sequence for the surface event!

this is a continuation of the event, since the asks weren’t exactly cutting it, due to off topic stuff.

if you want to understand what’s going on! please read this!

special thanks to @telephobos for betaing!

After some time had passed, Tarri began to grow tired of the constant coughing from the inkling behind him. Once the bus had made its first stop, he got up, with a  slightly vexed look on his face, and briefcase swinging to his side. He didn’t exactly care if this was what he wanted his destination to be or not. Though, little did he know, the inkling got up as well, following behind him. As he passed down the aisle, he did see the other ink based creatures, but not their eyes fixated on the inkling behind him. They saw that the inkling was holding back a cough, but weren’t concerned in the slightest.

He didn’t notice their vision until he made it almost to the exit.. When he felt a cold substance hit the back of his tentacles along with a hacking noise. He froze up, pupils shrinking in fear, knowing that the inkling had just coughed on him. It was a good few moments until he began to walk in a stiff motion, out the door.

“S… Sorry.” A young, feminine voice rose from behind him, it was the inkling,“I..” The inkling’s voice was filled with guilt and no hint of malice whatsoever. Tarri looked behind him to see the inkling at the top of the steps. He touched the back of his head, substance sticking to his hand. He looked at it before looking back at her, as he wiped as much of the substance he could onto his trench coat.

“Its.. Fine.” Tarri turned his head forward once more, before walking much further ahead. He had saw a sign he could hardly read, but ended up translating it to “Arowana Mall”. This was where he wanted to be, well, type of place he wanted to be rather. He began to walk inwards before running into a shopping outlet. He looks around before spotting something that he would assume a clothing shop would look like.

He was about to enter the store until he was stopped by a shout in the distance,“S-STOP!!” The voice sounded like it belonged to the inkling from a few minutes ago,“I DON’T W-WANT TO GO THERE!” He looked behind him and he saw in the distance an outline of two people in strange outfits restraining the inkling.

He began to walk in that direction hesitantly, before rethinking the decision and heading into the store regardless. It wasn’t his situation to get involved in and he wasn’t a hero in the slightest. Once he was inside, he was greeted with a sight of racks, piles, and mounds of clothing. Tarri looked to the single, lone mantis shrimp at the counter, who was just scrolling through their phone. They eyed Tarri before looking to their phone again,“(Must be the clerk…)”

Tarri began to walk through the store, eyeing mostly the dark clothing. He picked up a jacket and read the tag to himself,“(Takoroka.. Nylon vintage.. Hm…)” He looked to the clerk and walked to the counter,“How much does this cost..?” The mantis shrimp looked up, before grabbing the jacket with one of their arms and price checking it.

“Nine thousand five hundred cash. No tax.” They had a bored tone in their voice, unamused and unphased by this. They must’ve been through this hundreds of times.

“Cash..?” Tarri paused for a moment, blinking in confusion… What was ‘cash’? He did know that was a generic word for money, but.. That wasn’t the currency he had. He then responded, bewildered,“Do you.. Accept C.Q. Points?”

“No.” They responded immediately,“No clue on what those are either, buddy. Not even sure the ATMs here convert those into cash.” Tarri eyed them as they shrugged,“If you’re low on cash. Try a few turf wars. I’ll keep this here for you.”

“Turf.. Wars…” Tarri began to remember the phrase a select few used a while back, but snapped out of it immediately.

“Yeah. Turf wars.” The clerk paused,“You must be new around here right?” Tarri nodded hesitantly, but as soon as he did, they spoke up. “Had that feeling. Not everyone comes in a get up and a suitcase like that everyday. … I’ll put these on your tab, since I doubt clothing like that has any patches sewn in. You just gotta pay me back. Eventually.” The clerk brought out an Annaki face mask and a pair of suede marine lace-ups,“I would assume these would fit you. But, your tab totals up to… Fourteen thousand and three hundred cash.”

Tarri took this all in before nodding his head in silence. Once the mantis shrimp slid the gear across, he grabbed it, and looked around. He spoke up,“Are.. Are there any changing rooms?”

One of their appendages pointed to the back of the store, having three curtained slots in the wall,“Yeah, just back there. Uh. What’s your name? I kinda need it for the tab.”

“Thanks.. Oh! Uh, Tarta—“ Tarri paused before shaking his head, correcting himself,“Tarri Kamabo.” The clerk nodded typing into the cash register.

“Exotic name you have there. Never met a Kamabo before, mostly Humboldts, Colossals, Short-fins, Dumbos, etc etc.” The clerk commented as Tarri began to walk to the back,“By the way you can call me Gale.”

Tarri looked over and nodded once more, simple smile on his face. He felt like he was trusted, for once, learning someone’s name, let alone a complete stranger’s, made him feel.. Good. Once he made it to the back, he quickly got inside and swiftly changed, coming out with this trench coat and boots in arm, suitcase in the other hand.

Gale looked at Tarri’s clothing pile, looking at him in the eye before speaking their mind,“So. No shirt?” That would be correct, Tarri never owned a shirt to his name and he thought that was normal. He nodded and the response was instant,“Alright. Not going to judge if you like to flow free like that.”

Tarri was about to pass the counter before Gale had placed a claw on his shoulder,“Ay. Buh-bup— You’re not leaving without your copy of the tab and a bag for your stuff.” Gale pulled a rather large plastic bag from under the counter and handed it to Tarri once they placed the tab inside. “Alright. You’re good to go. Don’t get too hooked to the Splattershot Jr.; there’s lots of better weapons out there. Tear ‘em up Tar.” They patted him on the back once he placed his clothing and suitcase in the bag.

He began to walk out of the store, mind focusing on that phrase, and how it made him slightly uncomfortable. Most of which, due to his past, but he quickly moved on. He spotted an electronics store, but realized he couldn’t pay for anything so he moved on. Rather quickly at that, after making eye contact with an electric eel in a uniform.

He then waltzed back over to the bus stop, waiting for a bus, any bus. He couldn’t exactly read the bus schedule since it was in a different language than what he was used to, despite the other surface dwellers speaking in the same language. Well, that was what he assumed.

He did run into a few inklings back in the past and they did sound extremely similar to the ones of now. He labeled their language Inkling, for octoling’s, it was Octoling, and for the depths, it was Metrian with different dialects. He wasn’t exactly the most creative, but it worked when he needed to look up audio references in order to communicate with an applicant.

Tarri began to think about this for a second, looking to the ground, seeing some black, glossy droplets. He assumed it was from the inkling girl from before and his neutral expression turned into one of slight sorrow. He began to ponder the ways he could’ve helped the inkling, but… It’s not like it mattered now, she was gone. He couldn’t hold himself to that now and he wasn’t going to let it eat at him for the rest of the trip.

After a few moments, he began to take in his surroundings.. Before his mind began to trail off,‘You can speak Inkling.. Yet you can’t read it.’ ‘You could’ve helped her.. Yet you walked away.’ ‘She was probably sick.. You probably have what she has.’ ‘Useless. Broken. Machine’

“Sir? Sir… Sir! The bus to the square is going to leave, soon.. If you need to go to Mako Mart the bus stop is two blocks down and one to the left!” A whale shark spoke up, seeing Tarri staring at the ground, eye mask trailing down his face like tears, but not falling. “Sir! This is your last chance!”

Tarri snapped out of it and wiped his face off with his free hand and flicking his hand so the mask leakage could be sent flying to the ground. “Sorry..! I was just thinking for a few moments.”

“Yeah.. Alright. I have tissues if you want?” Tarri shook his head to decline the offer, heading to the back of the bus. He sat down, putting the bag in his lap, scooting next to the window. The intercom in the bus popped before a fruity voice emitted from it,“This is bus number 18 from Inkopolis Lines! We’re heading to the square, pull the emergency string right above the window if your stop is near!”

Tarri sighed upon hearing this as chatter began to assume after another pop occurred from the intercom. He then leaned back and yawned at the slightest, before murmuring to himself,“(I could.. Drink that energy drink right now but..)” It took a few moments, until he decided upon not doing so, as the bus began to move.

He looked outside the window, but the scenery was moving a bit to fast so he faced coward with a sigh. Moments passed until his eyes began to drift shut, leading him off to rest.

———

You run. You keep running, but the path ahead of you shrinks. You look behind you, but you can’t see a thing, it’s all dark, pitch black. As you move it continues to follow you.

Though, what is it?

You know. You’ve always known and that’s what scares you. You know this isn’t imagination getting at you, it is guilt and it is real.

You feel as if you’re bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders, yet, it is only you. You’re holding yourself back. You can’t let it go. You know this and you don’t know how you can’t. It is a part of you, you know what you’ve did, but you can’t accept it.

It’s horrible.

You make it to the tip of the path, teetering on the edge, before turning around until it hits you at full force, sending you into the abyss.

You hear its screams echoing around you. It cries for help. It begs for you to stop. It wants you to give up.

It’s your past.

———

“Sir..?” A gentle voice became audible as Tarri began to stir, with a few taps on his shoulder. “Are you alright..? You’ve been in here.. Since the bus stopped a couple hours ago. The line for 18 stopped for today...” They sighed,“(I’m talking to a wall here..)”

“(Nngh…)” Tarri opened his eyes, being met with the whale shark from before. He jumped slightly, waking up fully from the shock,“O-Oh..!—” He quickly got up and began to rush down the aisle, accidentally pushing the whale shark out of the way.

“Sir..!” Tarri quickly made it to the door and outside to the square, seeing the plentiful of inklings and octolings conversing. He looked to the center and quickly rushed there before the same voice from before appeared,“Sir! Your bag!” He stopped in his tracks as the whale shark caught up to him, huffing and puffing. “Cod.. You’re quite fast… You could’ve lost your belongings forever y’know.. Be more careful!”

“... Thank you.” Tarri grabbed the bag from the whale shark, nodding, and walking away, leaving the bus driver in the dust. However, despite being confused, they ended up walking back to the bus, deciding not to pursue the strange octoling.

Once Tarri had made it to the lobby entrance, he jumped at the door opening before taking a step inside, seeing other ink beings inside, chirping about. He made it to the back of the lobby, where the weapons were and looked around.. Until he found a pile of the same weapon gathering dust, in a bin labelled “Splattershot Jr. Donation Pile”, which he could barely make out. He picked up one of the weapons and examined it, intrigued on how it could possibly look.

He then looked around, before heading to a line where inklings and octolings were lined up, waiting for something. He assumed it was something he needed.. Maybe it was an ink tank? He waited in line, until it got more than halfway through, there was a tap on his shoulder, along with a young, masculine voice that got his attention,“Hi! Uh.. Are yous going into turf wars for first time?”

Tarri blinked before turning his head with a nod, to see a significantly shorter octoling boy, looking up at him,“Yes.. Why would that matter?”

“You can’t brings.. Bags into turfs..” The octoling boy then pointed to the bag in Tarri’s left hand. Tarri blinked before nodding,“Yous need a locker!! It’ll be coral!” The boy smiled brightly, beak visible as the line moved forward,“Don’t worries, you’ll meat the ink checkers! You get ink tank and then lockers!”

“Ink.. Checkers?” Tarri sounded confused as the line moved forward once more, having three others ahead of him as of now. He was intrigued by this label or type of creature there was up on the surface.

“Yeahs! They are is.. Checking for illnessies!” The boy’s smile shrunk a bit,“A inkling hads somethangs and was ranning from the hospitally.” His smile then degraded into a frown,“Its scaring we.. That’s why they neededs to check the ink now for stuffs..”

Tarri froze up, before trying to take a step out of line, until a gravelly voice cut him off,“Ay buddy. You’re up next. Let’s make it quick, there’s a big line behind ya’.” Tarri shook his head no in a swift manner, looking at the ink checker, who was a dark tan goby. “What are ya’? Afraid? You just need to spit into a cup n’ we check it.”

Tarri shook his head once more,“No thanks— I’m not doing a turf war today—” The goby grabbed his arm, sliding him over as he tensed up quite a bit. Sudden contact wasn’t his favourite thing in the world, whatsoever.

“If you make it up front, its code we have to check your ink or we risk gettin’ fired. C’mon.” Tarri paused, until he sighed when he was given a paper cup. He proceeded to spit into it and the goby took it before cracking open a powder, pouring it into the cup, and stirring the ink with a stick. It took a moment before the goby had immediately pulled out a quarantine and health hazard bag. He dropped the cup and stick into the bag before putting it in another,“What’s your name?”

Tarri hesitantly responded brittle tone in his voice,“T.. Tarri Kamabo—”

“You have a bacteria in your system. You’re not allowed to participate in any ink based practices until you get that checked out and are in the clear.” The goby snapped and the wrasse standing at the side of the table grabbed the bag and put it in a small red box with a lid, after writing Tarri’s name on the bag.

“How.. How do you know?” Tarri paused, remembering he had to pay off the tab soon and in someway. He was worried at this

“Ya’ ink turned into a gooey mess, to simply put it. Bacteria usually cause that.” The goby shrugged, before nudging Tarri out of line,“Next!” Tarri looked to the octoling boy as he got his test done with quickly and was given an ink tank.

The octoling boy began to walk away before waving to Tarri. “Bay-bay Misters Kamabo!” Tarri waved back before heading to the pile of Splattershot Jr.s from before and tossing his in there, before exiting the lobby with a sigh.

He began to look around for a place to stay now, wandering outside of the square, clutching his bag closely. It was already the late evening and he was in a predicament.

Maybe Inkopolis was less promising than he thought.

[just-jordie-things]

Siren - Stiles Stilinski

word count: 2600 warnings: swearing, i think that’s it

Mermaids.  Sirens.  Sea creatures that are half human and half fish.  A species that has been living longer than most of the monsters that prowled through Beacon Hills California.  Longer than the werewolves, longer than the banshees, the coyotes.  They were an honorable kind, difficult to understand, but not many bad things could be said about the merpeople.

 Unless you were a hunter.

 Yes, it began with the sailors, passed on to pirates passed on to explorers and so forth through time.  Each looking for the bounty to be collected, for the capture of a mermaid.  And soon the magic and the beauty of the merpeople was no longer treasured, but sought out.

 In the late 1900s, the entire species was near extinction.  If it weren’t for the l/n family, the kingdom of the merpeople would no longer exist.  It would be extinct.

 At least, it would if it weren’t for them converting from people of the sea, to people of the land.

“We saved everyone mama?” I asked, looking up from the story book in my lap.  My mother smiled at me, nodding her head.

“We did indeed” She said, standing up from my bed.  I looked down at the book again, seeing my parents’ signatures.  My fingers brushed over the thick black ink.  “And you’re one of us, y/n” I smiled at that, the idea of being a mermaid.  Sure, I was seven years old and about to be the new girl at Beacon Hills elementary school, but somehow having a secret as cool as this one made me feel at ease.  I had a something special that nobody else would.  “But you must promise, y/n” I stared at my mother with the most serious expression that I could muster.

 “Yeah?”

 “You must never reveal this secret to anyone” She said solemnly.  “Serious consequences will ensue if you were to ever speak a word of this” I nodded my head, smiling genuinely and handing the book back to her.

 “I promise mama” I told her, and she gave me a long hug.  Her hands circled on my back before she let go of me.

 “Alright, well you have a big first day tomorrow, why don’t you get a good night’s sleep, okay?” I nodded eagerly, scooting underneath my covers for warmth.

 I would keep this secret.  My own little special secret.

 Nine Years Later

 “Stiles! Just because I’m a mermaid does not mean I can breathe underwater!” I whisper screamed at my best friend.  He laughed and jumped into the pool after me.  The bastard had shoved me in.

 “If I remember correctly, that book of your showed gills all over here” He gestured his hand over my neck, and I promptly rolled my eyes.

 “Stiles.  I can’t breathe in chlorinated water” He made a pout.

 “Damn.  How about a tail? Will your legs merge and make a tail?” I splashed him this time and swam over to Scott, leaping onto his back and nearly dunking him under the surface of the water.

 “He-hey!” He flustered for a moment to wrap his arms under my legs to hold me up.  Stiles swam after us, and Scott grinned and waved at him.  “Let me guess y/n, Stiles started asking you mermaid questions again” I chuckled and nodded, keeping my hands on the back of his shoulders.

 Scott and Stiles became my two best friends on that first day of second grade.  It took about a whole year for me to reveal my secret to them, but I trusted them with it, hell I trusted them with my life.  And when Scott was turned into a werewolf last year, we became even closer.  Especially Stiles and I.  We always had this… tighter connection that I’ve never felt with anyone else.

 “Yeah pretty much” I said with a small laugh.  Stiles splashed water at Scott and I.

 “Leave me alone you know you love me” I stuck my tongue out at him and he did it back.  Then I got bored and plopped my chin on top of Scott’s head and played with my hand in the water.

 “Hey y/n” Scott called after a short period of time.  I just sorta hummed, still watching my hand splash lightly in the water.  “Wanna play a game?”

 “Sure… like marco po-”

 Before I knew it, Scott and pulled me from his back and and I was flying through the air.  I didn’t even have the time to scream before I landed in a pair of arms.  Instantly my own curled around the neck I recognized as Stiles (thanks to his freckles).  My arms tightened around him as I clung onto him.

 “Woah woah woah, it’s fine, you’re fine” He assured, beginning to swim us both towards the wall of the pool.

 “Don-don’t do that again” I muttered, looking up at him.  Stiles’ brow furrowed as he stared at me, holding me securely and upright.  “What?”

 “Your eyes…” He said, his own eyes flickering between mine.  “They’re… they’re pink?” I rubbed them with my fists and began to clamber out of Scott’s pool.

 “They do that” I mumbled, grabbing my towel from the grass and covering my body for warmth and to cover my large amount of exposed skin.  Stiles began to get out of the pool, and Scott swam towards the edge as well.  “I’m gonna go inside and warm up” I said, already walking into Scott’s house.  

 “Wait- y/n!” Stiles ran up behind me but I went into the bathroom and closed the door.  I could hear him sigh on the other side of the door, then slump down to the ground.  I sucked in a weak breath as tears welled in my eyes, and ran my hands through my hair.  Then sat down on the ground, and pressed my back against the door. 

When I’d washed myself off in the shower and had on a towel around my body I opened the door.  Stiles wasn’t there anymore, but I saw him half asleep on the couch, Scott reading in the recliner.  He caught my eye and smiled, standing up and waving me over to walk with him.  I did so and followed him up the stairs.

 “Feeling better? You were really out of it when you went inside” I shrugged my shoulders, readjusting your towel.

“I didn’t like what you did, made my eyes go blue” I said, walking with him into his room.

 “Blue… blue’s… fear?” I nodded.

 “Yep, it is”

 “Then what’s sadness?”

“It’s also blue, just a darker one I guess” I shrugged again.  Scott made a pouty face.

 “And you wanna explain to me what pink means?” He asked.  I opened up my drawer in his dresser and pulled out undergarments with a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt.  Scot simply turned around so I could change.

 “Think you already know the answer” I muttered.  Scott chuckled, and I took a moment to glare at his back.

 “Stiles doesn’t”  I yanked up the underwear and shorts angrily, and pulled the top over my head with just as much aggression.

“I’m done changing” I said, and Scott turned back around, taking the towel from me.

“Look, y/n, I think it would be best for you if you just told him”

“Told him what Scott? That he’s my mate? He’s the soulmate of a freaky fish girl, and that my eyes go pink because that’s ‘the color of love’ and sometimes I can’t control it because I do love him and I just don’t wanna mess anyth-”

“You’re rambling hon” Scott said with a laugh, and went searching through your drawer.

“Sorry I just.. it’s important to me” He smiled and nodded, and handed you a rolled up pair of fuzzy socks.

“It’s cold down there, you should put these on” I half smiled and thanked him before pulling them up over my feet.  They were a little loose, but provided the warmth I was looking for.  “You want some advice y/n? Like, real solid advice” I nodded, face crumpling in defeat.

“Yes please” I sighed, and Scott stooped over to my eye level, and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Just.  Go.  With.  It” He said slowly.  My brows furrowed in confusion.  “If you think it’s a moment you could say it, say it.  If you think it’s a moment for you to kiss him, kiss him” I shook my head, eyes widening and lips parting in shock.

“Scott I can’t-”

“Go downstairs and hang out with him before he passes out” I gave up with a small sigh and nodded.

“Thanks Scott” I said quietly, heading out of his room.  Scott smiled and nodded, going to the door to shut off the light, and close the door.

“Night y/n” He called, and closed the door as I left.

I walked down the steps on my tiptoes, and when I reached the first floor, the television was on, playing a baseball game, and Stiles was on his back.  His eyes were closed but I could tell that he wasn’t fully asleep.  I still tiptoes over to the couch though, and crawled on top of him slowly and carefully.

“Mm- y/n?” His eyes flickered open as I wedged myself between the couch and his body.  His one arm wrapped around my body, the other lying on his chest.  “Look I’m sorry about earlier” His voice was low and groggy from exhaustion and it made my heart thunder in my chest.

“It’s okay, really” I said, laying my cheek on his chest.  The arm around me moved up so his fingers pulled my slightly damp hair out of my face and back behind my head.  I smiled at him in silent thanks.  “I’m uh.. I’m actually sorry for the way I reacted about it.  It was really childish and just... I don’t know where it came from” He smiled back at me, a lazy one that again, made my heart race.  The little things this boy did...

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for.  We’re all good”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” With his answer I laid my head back down again and we both watched the baseball game for a while.  Not that I knew a single thing about baseball, or any sports for that matter, but I didn’t mind.  I watched it a lot with Stiles, but only cause I enjoyed hanging out with him.  We’d get  a bunch of snacks and order pizza for lunch and Chinese for dinner.  I’d laugh when he’d talk smack about any team that wasn’t the Mets, and by the end of the day we’d just be sitting on the couch cuddling.  I usually passed out in his arms, which was by far my favorite part.

I felt my eyes begin to shift, likely pink, as they often did around Stiles.  I squeezed them shut and rubbed them.  Willing the color to go away.

“Tired?” Stiles asked quietly

“Mhm” I hummed, nuzzling into him.  He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and against my cheek, only making me cuddle into him more.  Both of his arms wrapping behind my back, and I pushed myself to lay with half my stomach against him, and one leg hooked around one of his.

“Hm, extra cuddly” Stiles said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.  I just hmphed, and buried my nose in the crook of his neck.  He began to pet his hair.  “So are you just gonna sleep on me then?” I sat up, looking down at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

“You gotta problem with that?” I asked sarcastically.  He chuckled and shook his head.

“No ma’am, my apologies, do proceed” I giggled rubbing my eye with my fist sleepily.  He made a pout.  “Just put your head down and get some rest” I nodded, snuggling right back in to where I was before, my fave buried in his neck.

“Mm, you smell like pool chemicals did you not shower?” He shook his head.

“I will in the morning” He yawned.  I rolled my eyes.

“What if you get cancer from the chemicals on your skin, and then I’m stuck driving to the hospital everyday with a new bouquet of flowers and cupcake flavor, because you’re bald and I feel bad and you’re gonna die and then I’ll be stuck alone and forgotten about by everyone cause no one wants to deal with the girl who lost her-”

Stiles cut me off, fingers curling around my jaw and pulling my lips softly against his.  I melted into it, not even giving second thought to the action.  I hummed softly against his mouth.  When he pulled away, he smiled a little.

“Soulmate?” My brows furrowed.

“You knew?” He nodded.

“I stole that book of yours to figure out what the pink color of your eyes meant, I thought it was something bad and was gonna fix it but surprise, guess I’m your mate for life” A hot blush of embarrassment spread on my cheeks.

“A-and what’d you think?” I asked.  Stiles made a small sound that resembled a snort.

“I wasn’t too surprised.  I’m flattered really” He said, putting a hand on his chest as though I told him something heartwarming.  I rolled my eyes.

“No really, you weren’t freaked out?” Stiles chuckled again and shook his head.

“Of course not” He said, the hand that was on his chest, tucking my hair back behind my ear.  “y/n, I love you-”

“No you’re only saying that cause now you feel obligated-”

“Would you shut up?” My brows shot up in surprise, but I silenced.  “y/n, I loved you since we met in the second grade, long before I even knew any of this” Okay, now I was muted.  “That first day, you came in, and you sat with me and Scott cause you thought we looked lonely and you wanted to make friends.  You gave us your crayons to use during free time, and even split your lunch with Scott cause he didn’t have one.  You stood up for me when Jackson was being an asshole, and you always have.  You’ve even been to every lacrosse practice and game ever, even though I’ve only played a handful of times.  y/n, I.  Love.  You.  And you being my soulmate makes sense, because there’s nobody else for me.  You’re an embodiment of an angel y/n, I love you.  I mean it” 

I bit my lip, hiding my growing smile.

“You, Stiles Stilinski, are something else” I mumbled, eyes flickering from his to his lips.  “You’ve put me through hell, trying to hide all this from you, but God I.. I just- I just wanna..” I trailed off, shaking my head and closing my mouth to a smile again.  Then leaned down and kissed him passionately.  He leaned back down into the couch, and I rolled to lie on top of him again.  One of his hands combed back into my hair, the other laying on my waist.  After a few minutes of euphoria, I leaned off of him, my fingers curled around his jaw as I stared at him intently.

“You ready to sleep now?” He murmured, and I nodded.  I let him maneuver me so we were both lying on our sides, my body instantly curling into his body, our legs intertwining.  His arms wrapped around me, acting as a blanket and keeping me warm and cozy.

“I love you, you strange human”

“I love you too, beautiful mermaid”

idk where this came from.  i like mermaids.  they cool. two posts in one night aaayeee

xoxo ~ jordie

[i-write-stuff-its-ok]

Petals and Ink  part three

Summary: Jeremy tries to convince Rich he doesn't have a thing for Michael. Jeremy and his friends go to the mall the get lunch where Jeremy runs into someone special.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mild swearing

Word count: 2090 Shorter chapter next one will be longer.

 Jeremy could not believe what Rich was doing. Rich sat there leaned back in his chair at the front desk acting as if asking this was nothing. “ Are you gay?” he said into the phone. Jeremy tried to protest and get him to stop. “ No please don’t do this. I I Rich don’t. No. Rich this is humiliating” Jeremy whined trying to keep his voice down so Michael on the other end of the phone wouldn’t hear him. There was silence on to other side of the phone. Jeremy started to panic. There's no way Michael would ever answer this he barely knew them. “ Thorry for Thtereotyping ,but like a boy wearing a pathtel pink thweater crop top and white thkinny jeans. Tho my coworker Jena and I have a bet. I thiad your most likely gay and the thaid you're a feminine thraight. Tho once again, don’t mean to stereotype but you know are you?” Jeremy made an inhuman noise of distress. Why was Rich doing this to him. Then Jeremy heard Michael on the other end, “ Yeah I’m gay.” “ Cool, thankth dude. Oh and thothe flowerth Jeremy bought look great on the front dethk.” Rich hung up the phone and looked at Jeremy with a smirk. Rich looked over at Jeremy who was bright red. “ What the hell Rich! Why would you do that! That’s not even his phone number it’s his work number what if someone else picked up the phone! What would you say then. Huh! Oh sorry I want to know if your coworker is gay! Dude what the fuck!” Jeremy shrieked. Jeremy started hitting Rich’s arm as Rich laughed. “ Jutht trying to help you out dude tho you knew if you had a chance. Thorry for helping you.” “ If I had a, Rich no!” Jeremy yelled. “ Tho you don’t have a thing for him?” Rich said raising his eyebrow. “ No. No I don’t. Thank you very much.” Jeremy crossed his arms and turned away from Rich. “ Then why are you being tho defensive? You thure you don’t have a thing for flower boy?” rich smirked. “ No I don’t have a thing for Michael. What even gave you that idea in the first place?” “ Well, letth thee. You thpent hourth talking to him to the point where your forgot it was closing time. Then you came up with an excuthe to go see him at his work and then took a bisneth card tho you had thome way to contact him. Then you got thuper defensive when I brought up the idea of you liking him. Tho yeth your right why on earth would I think you had a thing for flower power.” Rich said rolling his eyes. Jeremy was bright red. “ S-shut up.” Jeremy squeaked. “ Awwwwwwww my little boy hath hith first cruth. They grow up tho fath.” Rich teased dramatically placing his hands on his heart. “ I'm so fucking done with you.” Jeremy sighed as he walked off into his office.

He sighed sunk into his chair and got out his sketch book. He tried to come up with some new designs to clear his mind. He sat there staring at the blank page all he could think to draw was flowers. He stared at the paige for who knows how long before there was someone in the doorway. Jeremy looked up at the tall boy standing in front of him. He had on an old faded band tee and black jeans. “ Hey Jake, what’s up?” Jeremy asked. “ Me and a few others were gonna go to the mall to get something to eat in the food court, wanna come?”  Jake asked with a smile. “I mean it seems better than being cooped up in here drawing all day.” “ Yeah sure sounds nice.” Jeremy said as he got up. “ Can you give a ride, my car is getting fixed some ass hole broke my windshield.” Jeremy asked. “ Yeah totally I was already giving Rich and Jenna a ride.” Jake said.

The two of them walked out with Rich and Jena and piled in to Jake’s car. “ Thhot gun!” Rich shouted. “ What no fair you always get shot gun.” Jena whined. “ That would be because I alwath call it firtht.” Rich smirked as he climbed into the front seat.  Jeremy took his seat next to Jena. They sat and chatted for a bit. Jeremy quietly hoped Rich wouldn't bring up Michael again. They pulled up to a red light when a convertible pulled up next to them. The top of the was rolled down and they were blasting music. “ I'VE DONE ALRIGHT UP TILL NOW ITS THE LIGHT OF DAY THAT SHOWS ME HOW. BUT WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS MY LONELY HEART CALLS.” Jeremy look out off his window to see who was blaring their 80s music for all the world to hear. Then in the shotgun seat, it couldn't be. There was no way it could really be, the blonde girl driving the car turned up the music even louder for the chorus as the boy in the front seat sang along. “ OOOOOOOOH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY! I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY! YEAH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY, WITH SOMEBODY WHO LOVES ME!” It was Michael. It was really him. Jeremy stared at him in disbelief. Michael didn't even notice him and continued singing along. “OOOOOOOH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY! I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY! YEAH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY WITH SOMEBODY WHO LOVES ME!”  Michael sang out as he danced around in his seat. Jeremy kept on staring at him and couldn't help thinking to himself how adorable Michael was as his shimmed around rocking out to the song. The two other girls from the store where in the car with him to. Christen was in the back seat laughing and singing well Brooke was trying to keep her eyes on the road well her friends performed a full on concert next to her. But Jeremy really only watched Michael. He felt something on his arm. “ Hello, Earth to Jeremy. Are you here Heere?” Jena asked she was tapping Jeremy's shoulder. He snapped back to reality. “ Huh, what?” he asked shaking his head. “ What on Earth are you looking at?” She asked as she looked out the window. Michael was still dancing around and singing. Before Jenna could get a good look the light turned green and Jake drove past Brooke’s car. “ What was that all about dude?” She asked Jeremy. “ What was what about?” he said confused. “ Looking out the window smiling like a doofus.” “ Oh, I ummmm I saw a dog.” Jeremy lied. “ What you saw a dog and didn’t tell us ,gathp what kind of friend are you.” Rich teased. “ Ha ha s-sorry.” Jeremy said awkwardly. The finaly made it to the mall. Jake parked his car and they all got out to go to the food court.

Jeremy went to get in line to get sushi from some Japanese place. He walked up to the line when he noticed a familiar outfit standing at the end of the line. Purple sweater and overalls ,dark hair and tan skin. He was everywhere today. Jeremy’s thoughts began“ Should I say something? No I shouldn’t he doesn't care. He'll think I'm stalking him I already showed up at his work today I can’t talk to him what do I even say. I shouldn’t. He doesn't want to talk to me, he’s probably already annoyed with me for letting Rich call him and ask him if he is gay. Why would Rich even do that. See if I had chance jeez. I don’t have a crush on Micheal. I just think he’s sweet, and pretty cute and- no what why am I thinking this. I don’t-” Jeremy's racing thoughts were cut off by a greeting. “ J-Jeremy? H-hey long time no see haha.” Michael smiled as he waved at him. “ Oh, h-hi Michael. What are you doing here? I mean it pretty obvious you're getting food because you're standing in line for f-food, I mean, I just. Hi.” Jeremy rambled. Michael smiled as he giggled at Jeremy, he walked over to him. “ I’m here with Brooke and Christen. They said I had to come with them to make for bailing  on them yesterday.” “ Yeah sorry about that.” Jeremy said looking at the ground. “ No no no, it’s fine really. It was nice talking yesterday, it was my fault for losing track of time. You were being polite.” Michael said. “ It was nice talking to you to.” Jeremy smiled starting to turn red. “ T-thanks.” Michael blushed. The two of them got in line together. “ Hey nice concert today.” Jeremy smirked. “ W-what?” “ In your car. You got some moves.” Jeremy teased as he copied the dance Michael did in the car. Michael turned bright red. “ Y-you saw t-that. I ummmmm.” Michael stammered turning bright red. Jeremy giggled. They got to the front of the line and ordered, once they got their food they walked back to find their groups at their own tables. Brooke and Christen where only a few tables away from Jake, Rich, and Jena.

Jeremy sat down in between Rich and Jena. “ Who was that?” Jena asked. “ Oh no one he was just a customer from yesterday and he recognized me.” “ Jutht a customer. Huh.” rich said smirking at Jeremy. “ Yes. Just a random customer. Nothing special about him at all ok. Nothing just a guy who got a tattoo nothing more nothing less. Ok Rich.” “ Why tho defenthive Jeremy? Jena jutht athked a quethtion.” Rich teased. “ Now is not the time Rich.” Jeremy said trying to hide his face growing red. “ Wait a minute do you..” Jena started. “ NO! I don’t.” Jeremy said. Jake walked up to the table and sat down next to Rich. “ Sorry the line a Sabros was way too fucking long.” ,Jake looked at Jeremy's frazzled state, “ What did I miss.” Jake asked. “ Nothi-” Jeremy was cut off by Rich. “ Jeremy hath a cruth on a customer from yethterday and he’th here and Jeremy dothen’t know how to talk to people.” Rich said with a smile. “ I don’t-” Jeremy started again only to be cut off by Jena. “ He’s sitting over there. He’s the boy in the purple with the dark hair and glasses.” “ Jena really I-” Jeremy got interrupted again by Jake. “ Aw little dudes got a crush.” Jake teased. “ S-stop.” Jeremy blushed. “ Go talk to him.” Jake said. “ W-what! Jake I can’t, I mean, I c-can’t. I don’t-” “ Dude its easy. It’s all about confidence. Just go talk to him.” Jake said. “ Do it do it do it do it do it do it!” Jena chanted Rich joined in the chanting. “ Do it do it do it do it do it!” they said almost yelling. “ Ok jeez. But what do I even say?” Jeremy asked desperate for them to stop there teasing. “ I’th eathy jutht tell him that he exicteth you thexualy.” Rich said. “ Rich what the fuck no.” squeaked Jeremy. “  Honthty ith the key dude.” “ Don’t listen to him. Just go say hi.” Jenna smiled. “ And then what?” asked Jeremy. “ Ask him if him and his friends wanna hang out with us.” Jeremy got up and slowly walked over to Michael's table. Why was he shaking so much. Why was he so nervous. He was almost at the table he was debating running back to his own table and not bothering him. Christen saw him and waved. No going back now.

“ Hey Jeremy what’s up.” Christen smiled. “ Hey Christen, Brooke. Hey M-Michael.” Jeremy stutterd. Michael turned around and smiled at him. “ S-shit. He has dimples. That’s adorable” Thought Jeremy. How had he not noticed that before. “ So what’s up?” Brooke asked. “ Oh nothing really I’m just here with some friends from work.” Jeremy said looking down. “ Cool, you guys wanna hang out with us?” Christen asked. “ Oh, yeah that sounds cool I’ll ask them.” Jeremy said shocked that she had really asked him that. He walked back to his table quickly. “ So how did it go?” Jena asked. “ They asked if we wanted to hang out.” Jeremy sad still in a mid state of shock. “ Nice tell them will be right over after we finish eating.” Jena smiled.

After they had all finished both groups met up and introduced themselves. Jena, Brooke and Christen all seemed to get along well. They went off to Pink and Rich and Jake left to go to Hot Topic leaving Jeremy and Michael alone.

[pnf-lover98]

Steven Universe - Midnight Driving

The night was silent, a soft wind blew on the city, a convertible car was running through the silent empty streets. 17-years-old Steven Universe turned on the radio and nodded when he recognized the song. “I like this one! You?” “Mh…” the girl on the passenger seat hummed, looking at the street in front of them. After a few minutes, a ‘honk’ surprised the two of them. “Hey! Steven!” Jenny Pizza shouted, from the car she was driving. Next to her there was her twin sister, and two teenage boys in the backseats. “We’re going to Rick’s party. Everyone says it will be the best party of the year!” Kiki Pizza said to the boy, once the two cars had stopped near the sidewalk. Buck Dewey stood beside Jenny, smiling. Even if it was night time, the teenager was wearing his usual sunglasses. “Are you coming with us?” Sour-Cream added, his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “Uh…thanks, guys, but I want to stay alone with my girlfriend. I planned to drive for a while…you know, without any destination, and then we’ll stop at the lighthouse” Steven replied. Peridot stood beside him, her arms crossed. “Ok, then” Kiki shrugged, and the four friends got back to their seats in Jenny’s car. The black-haired turned on the car, and with a ‘bye’ the girl drove past Steven. Back in their vehicle, the Quartz kid kept driving with the music on for some time. Then, his eyes on the road, he asked: “Hey, Dot. Huh, are you ok?” “Yeah. Why are you asking?” the gem, who had been looking away the whole time, turned her head and looked at the boy. “You’ve… barely said anything since I picked you up at the barn” The car drove past the sign that read ‘You’re now leaving Beach City’. “I’m enjoying the night. We don’t really have to talk all the time; silence can be nice too” the green-skinned replied. Steven wasn’t completely happy with that; the Quartz gem loved talking, and he always tried to strike up conversations with anyone he met. But he knew his girlfriend wasn’t as much open as he was, and he respected her and her habits. So he stayed silent, until the radio caught his attention. “Coming up next we have a song from a small town’s new promise” the man who ran the radio exclaimed. Then, a woman, she must have been his co-worker, continued: “He’s just a kid but his name is already popular. This is With Me Forever by Steven Universe” The song started to play. “It’s my song!!” the boy exclaimed surprised, turning the volume up a little bit. An year earlier, the teen had decided to follow his father’s footsteps and to try a musical career. Thanks to his friends, who spread his videos and his name around the town, in no time he was already known not only by Beach City inhabitants, but also by people in the surrounding towns. That year, he had made his first concerts in his hometown and in two other cities. He didn’t expect to end up on the radio so soon, though. “I remember this one! It was the… third song you ever wrote as a singer!” Peridot exclaimed smiling; she was surprised as well. “You even remember the order of my songs?” “Of every single one of them” the green gem smiled proud. “How could I forget? This one in particular is the one…” “The one I wrote for you” the boy chuckled. In that very moment, the voice on the radio was singing the verses of the song’s bridge: “Girl fallen from the stars, please, tell me you’ll stay with me forever!” Meanwhile, the boy had turned around and the car was currently heading back to Beach City. The green gem looked down. “It's funny that people don't even know how much that sentence is real!” Steven didn't reply. The teenage boy parked his car at the foot of the big hill just outside the center of the town. “It's better to go by feet from here” Steven smiled and got out of the car, followed by his girlfriend. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice showing she was happy. The two of them reached the top of the hill, a big green area in front of the lighthouse. The grass surface was surrounded by a cliff and a long protective fence was built not to let anyone fall down. At some point, the town's mayor had turned that place into an official point to observe the town below. Steven had already been there a lot of time with his friends; once with Lars and Jenny's group, once with Connie, some times to go and visit Ronaldo, who lived in the lighthouse. But for Peridot, it was the first time. “Woah! It's... awesome!” the girl exclaimed, leaning against the fence, as she stared at the buildings below. A few lights were still on, and the fun park's Ferris Wheel towered over the surrounding one-floored houses. “The city looks so small from here!” “But the view still doesn't look as beautiful as you are” the Quartz gem took one of the girl's hands. “You don't mean it” “What? Of course I do!” “No, you don't” Peridot turned around to face her boyfriend. “What you said is an experimented formula created to make girls fall in love. You can't mean it because it's something that everybody says too easily” the girl explained. “But...” Steven tried to reply, but couldn't add any other word. Man, if she was smart! And her scientific and logical way of thinking was one of the reasons he loved her for. “So, let me correct your sentence: the view still doesn't look as beautiful as we are”, the green gem corrected him. “Right, as we are. Together.” Steven smiled softly. Then, he pointed to the sky: “Another thing I like about this place is that from here you can see many more stars than the ones you can see from down there in the city” “I don't want to look up at the sky, at all those stars and planets...” Peridot protested. “What?” the half-gem was genuinely surprised by that reaction. “Why don't you? Everyone loves starry nights! “I don't want to look at space; I prefer by far staying down here on Earth and look at you!” “Come on! Give it a try!” Steven sat and then laid down on the grass followed by his girlfriend, who laid down right next to him. For some minutes, the two of them were silent; Peridot looking at the sky and Steven looking at her, holding hands. Hundreds of stars were shining in that clear, wide summer night sky. For Steven, it was a really nice show to look at, but for Dot, it was as if all those stars had a weight, and that weight was somehow falling down on them. “Hey” the boy called the green gem. She turned her head to the side to look at him. “What's wrong?” the Quartz gem asked, his voice low and soft, as he gently stoke the girl's hand. Without saying a word, the green-skinned turned her head back to the sky. “Come on, I can see it in your face! And you've never been this silent with me!” the boy went on, worried by his girlfriend's behavior. “You really want to know?” she finally spoke. “Of course I do!” “Ok, then. I know it may sound silly...” Peridot started, her eyes locked to a particular zone in the sky. “It's been three years now, but...” the green gem turned to Steven, looking at him in his brown eyes. “but I'm still afraid they might come for me. To take me away, or to punish me for what I said to Yellow Diamond” “Dot...” Steven tightened a bit his hold around the girl's hand. “They won't, trust me. And...in the unlikely possibility that they will, I won't let anyone touch you” The girl smiled a little. Then she moved closer to her boyfriend and rested her head on his chest. ******* “Have you got any idea of what time it is?!” Pearl shouted, visibly angry. “I...uh...” the teenage boy replied. The three of them were standing just outside the house's door; Peridot stood silent playing with her fingers, and Steven wanting to get smaller with every single word Pearl was saying: “It's morning!! You disappeared the whole night!” the woman went on, her hands on her hips. “You didn't send a single message, nor a single call! What is the purpose of the cellphone we gave you, then?” “I...” “You left the house at eleven o clock last night saying you would have come back in a couple hours! Can you imagine how worried we were?” “We...we fell asleep while we were...watching the stars” the half-gem said, almost as a whisper. He had not seen the woman that mad since his attempt to run away with his friend Connie three years before, when the two kids had jumped on a bus directed to somewhere outside the city. “But we couldn't know that! You didn't send anything to let us know!! What if something bad had happened to both of you?” But before the teenager could reply, the white-skinned halted him with a hand gesture and sighed. “We'll end this conversation later. Now go inside and tell Amethyst to make you some breakfast” Her tone made Steven hurry to the door and enter the house. Peridot was left alone with Pearl. The short green-skinned looked up to the woman, felling a mix of worry and fear. Not only Pearl was much taller than the Homeworld gem; the angry words the woman had just spoken had the same effects both on Steven and on her. Surprisingly, though, Pearl's frown slowly softened and the white-skinned turned around, grabbing the door's knob. “Come in” she simply said, entering the house. A small smile formed on the other gem's mouth as she, relieved, followed the ink-haired inside the temple.

[breath0ftheglacian]

A Man Of No Consequence, Chapter 12

A Man Of No Consequence - Ardyn x fem Reader (NSFW) COMPLETE. All chapters may contain spoilers!

CH 1: Into The Lion’s Mouth CH 2: Famous Seafood CH 3: The Covenant CH 4: Blind Spot CH 5: The Revelation CH 6: In The Lap of The Gods CH 7: Across the Seas CH 8: In The Lap of The Gods, Revisited CH 9: Callings CH 10: Hand of a King, Heart of a King CH 11: Into the Dark CH 12: Breath Of The Glacian CH 13: Redemption CH 14: Cure for Insomnia CH 15: A Gentleman’s Agreement

Chapter 12: Breath Of The Glacian

“I'm sick of waiting around!” you exclaim, giving the table a little kick, like a toddler having a tantrum. The small, cute cabin has become a prison, an indefinite punishment of isolation.

Robert shrugs, rolling his eyes.

“What can I do? The Chancellor has told me to keep you here, and keep you safe. You can talk to him yourself when he returns.”

“When?” you moan, leaning on your arm and rolling the empty coffee cup around. You've just finished your breakfast, another one faithfully prepared by Robert's wife Marta, but it's all the same to you. It might as well be the middle of the night. You haven't seen the sun for almost a week. You haven't been anywhere, and you haven't really even slept, two or three hours at a time at most. Maybe it's the darkness mixing up your rhythm, maybe it's the distance from him, but you're increasingly restless and bored.

You count the days – it's been six, maybe seven since he left to 'take care of important business' in Tenebrae. You're painfully aware that every time he has used that phrase, things had gotten considerably more complicated. You've imagined all the possible scenarios that might have taken place, and why it's taking him so long to return. Maybe something exciting is happening, and you're missing out.

“Robert please... there must be a way to Tenebrae?” you plead. “I'm going crazy, staring at the paintings on the walls here every day. I could close my eyes and describe you every detail.”

You point at the painting on the back wall, without turning to look at it.

“A dark haired woman in black garments, holding three blue flowers in her hand.” You point to another one, next to the painting of a woman.

“Sun setting on the rock of Ravatogh, with smoke rising from the summit...  Robert, I'm bored out of my mind.”

The elderly man looks at you, smiling. “Of course I understand that, my dear. But it's the Chancellor's orders. Even if I wanted to help you, it's not very safe, and I can't take you, I couldn't leave Marta alone here.”

“Then don't, let me go on my own! Is there a train? A bus? Can I use a car?”

Robert blinks, pursing his mouth and slightly shaking his head.

“Please. Pleeeeeease?” you beg.

“There is a train that runs through Tenebrae... but...” You jump up in your seat, excitement glimmering in your eyes. “But what?” “It's several miles away.”

“Do we have a car?” “Well, there is the Chancellor's car, but he would be furious if anyone took it...”

“Not with me,” you respond. “Where is it?”

“At the back,” Robert answers with a guilty look. “But it's covered in snow, and I really don't think you should touch it.” “Oh nonsense!” You jump out of the chair and run upstairs. Shoving a few essentials into a little bag, you throw a big, warm sweater on, hurrying back down and out the back door, leaving it wide open.

“Come and help me, Robert!” you holler, as the snowflakes float inside. “I know nothing about cars!”

Lucky for you, reluctant as he is, Robert agrees to help you get the car running. After an hour of cleaning the car of snow, fixing the convertible roof and warming up the engine, you're finally ready to set off. Robert doesn't shy away in letting you know how much of a bad idea he thinks it is, but you're determined, even excited to get away from the small cabin and to see Tenebrae, and Ardyn.

Perhaps I'll even see the Prince, you ponder as you take the driver's seat. When the time is right, I'm meant to help him commune with the Infernian... well, maybe now is the time. Why not.

You pull away from the building with cautious, jerky movements.

“You can drive, right?” Robert calls out from the door, following your dubious efforts.

“Yeah, kinda!” you answer, as you bring the car to the narrow road. “Thank you, and see you soon!”

With that you hit the gas, and the poor vehicle lets out a coughy roar as it accelerates down the icy path. From the side mirror you see Robert and Marta standing in front of the cabin, shaking their heads in unison.

You give the empty seat next to you a little pat. Ok ugly old girl, time to show me what you've got.

You haven't driven for a long while, but luckily there are no other cars on the road, and not much chance of getting lost, since there is only one route. You attempt to turn the car radio on, but all you get is static. Must be too far from civilisation.

The long road meanders up and down the snowy dunes. Everywhere looks the same, not a single house in sight. The sky is the deep colour of dark ink, and the road lights are few and far between.

You've had time to think during the past week, in fact that's all you've done, day in and day out, but it really only hits you as you're driving alone down the motorway. This is it, there is no turning back.

You've started to come to terms with the fact that you'll have to face your fears and confront the last Astral at some point, to assist both the Prince and Ardyn in their pursuits. But despite hearing the story from Ardyn many times over, you're still hesitating wether you should take his side in it all. Regardless of that, you know at this point that the two of them are aiming for the same goal, the only goal that will see the world out of the endless night. It's only been a week, but you already hate it, and hope with all your heart it won't be much longer.

You notice the speed of the car decrease significantly without any warning, and the vehicle gradually comes to a halt.

Damn it!

Trying to start the car again, you notice it's not making any noises. You try again, several times, to no avail.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!” you panic, looking out of the window and scanning the frosty, barren land. Not a soul. You try to estimate how long you have driven, but without a watch, it's nearly impossible to decipher. After a few moments of weighing your options, you decide to bite the bullet, and step outside.

You instantly note it's a lot colder than it was near the mountain, having reached the bottom of the valley. You gaze back the way you came from, but decide it's way too far to walk back that way. Looking ahead, you can make out something elevated in the far distance. Train tracks!

You reach inside the car and wrap up in every item of warm clothing you brought with you; another sweater, a scarf and gloves.

“I guess I'll see you later, old girl,” you sigh at the car as you slam the door shut. “Useless piece of shit...”

There's hardly any breeze, and you make good way as you stomp your way down the road. However, you soon realize the train tracks are much further away than you first estimated. You feel like you've walked for half an hour, yet the tracks appear only slightly nearer than before.

Humming a little song to yourself to keep your spirits up, you snicker at the idea of you trying to become a member of the kingsglaive. If you've learned anything during the past few weeks, it's definitely that you're not a soldier.

Despite the constant movement, the cold is creeping inside your boots and your toes start to feel numb. Your cheeks are burning from the cold air, and you have to keep your fingers tightly wrapped inside your armpits to keep them warm. The surrounding silence is deafening.

Reflecting on your poor decision, you're beginning to think you may not be capable of all the grand things Ardyn has been grooming you for. You wonder if he knows you've left the cabin, if Robert somehow managed to get word to him. A small hope inside you raises it's head, a faint optimism that perhaps he'll come to your rescue, as he had done before.

You cease the humming as the cold is starting to hurt your throat. You keep your gaze on the road, too scared to look up and see the train tracks in the horizon. I'll get there when I'll get there.

After a while, your knees have lost all feeling and your feet are slow and clumsy. Pure anger and determination keep you going, as you grind your teeth together. You try to make a run for it, but your tired, cold feet slip under you and you fall backwards, nearly hitting your head on the asphalt.

“Shit!” you cry out as the shock of the fall mingles with the stinging pain of the cold. Slowly you get back on your knees, your eyes seeking out the train tracks in front of you. Still so much further...

You stand up, noticing your body is stiff and heavy. “Come on,” you whisper, “Come on, you can do this...” You drag yourself forward, slowly, your gaze fixed on the destination, as you start to understand you might not be able make it. Angry, disappointed, tired, tears stream down your face as you keep pushing on, every step more painful than the other. You may be weak, you may be foolish, but you're not a quitter. “I’m sorry Nyx... I’m sorry, everyone... I’m so sorry...”

Finally your legs give in, and you fall down on your knees, hugging yourself tightly, closing your eyes as the warm tears turn to cold little rivers on your cheeks.

Is this it? Is this how it ends?

You listen to the stillness, the quiet. Should I accept it? Should I let it in?

For a moment, you're ready to accept your destiny, but a breath, a gentle whisper next to your ear pulls you up from the brink, and you force your eyes open. A woman in a black dress, with long black hair and three blue flowers in her hand stands before you, smiling at you tenderly.

I'm hallucinating.

She approaches you with slow, soft steps. Her motion makes no sound, she doesn't move her lips, yet you hear her voice, clear and lucid.

“Do not waver, Oracle of the Pyre-burner.”

You close your heavy eyes again, your body so incredibly tired, you want nothing more than to fall into the final, peaceful sleep. “Hold on to the flame, oh priestess, for there is much you need to accomplish.”

Her words compel you to open your eyes once more, and you try your best to focus, though everything is blurry, as in a distant dream. You can make out her face, now closer to you, as she lays her hands on your shoulders.

“There is much you need to understand. Your destiny still awaits.”

“I can't...” you whisper, your jaw clenching, barely managing to make the words audible.

The woman in black smiles at you, her face glowing, so tranquil and beautiful, you want to fall into her arms.

“Then let there be slumber, and reveries of yore. Rest your head, close your eyes child, for you are not yet adept...”

She leans forward, softly pressing her lips against your forehead. A kiss cold as death, you feel your body give away instantly, your eyes shut, and you slip into the endless night. 

From that moment, there is only darkness.