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thebaeblog · 10 months ago

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Bigby Wolf

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#Bigby #jaygby #reference

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thebaeblog · 10 months ago

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Keith Marshall

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#keith #keivinity #reference

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thebaeblog · 10 months ago

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Nicholas Marino England

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#nick #Trinnick #reference

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thebaeblog · 10 months ago

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Jayne England-Wolf

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#jayne england #jaygby #reference #jayne refrence

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thebaeblog · 10 months ago

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Ellison Kraven

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#Ellis Kraven #reference #Ellis reference #ellianna

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thebaeblog · 1 year ago

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“STOP FUCKIN CRYIN’ BITCH.

‘WAAH WAAH WAAH’

I’ON WANNA FUCKIN’ HEAR IT.”

-Trinity

#crack #trinity

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thebaeblog · 1 year ago

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#jayne #trinity

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thebaeblog · 2 years ago

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Kindness

“Are in much pain today, sir?”

Ellis blinked awake from his restless dozing, tilting his head to look towards the gentle, familiar voice on the other side of the bars.

Fauna smiled gently with pricked doe ears from her kneeled position on the floor just outside his cell, lifting the water pitcher in her lap to show it to him. Her sunshine-filled gaze was hopeful but pitying.

The half-dragon took a deep breath, uncurling his tail from around his shivering form (an attempt to retain at least a LITTLE heat in the otherwise cold, damp cell) and crawling over to kneel across from the deer-like fae. He gratefully accepted the jug through the bars with a nod and carefully lifted it to pour through the gaps in the heavy metal device keeping his mouth almost entirely shut.

“I thought the pitcher might be easier to pour than a bowl. It was harder to smuggle, but I told them it was for wine,” she explained absently, watching him with pity as he gulped at the water desperately and didn’t flinch at the water splashing messily through the gaps in his muzzle despite the cold air. She accepted the empty pitcher back as he passed it through the bars. “I do not celebrate the circumstances…but I need to tell you. It is nice to have someone to talk with- to an extent, at least.” She fiddled with the handle of the pitcher shyly before large doe eyes came back up to green.

Ellis adjusted to a more comfortable seated position across from her, taking a breath and nodding, more than happy to oblige her kindness by listening after sitting alone in a dark cell for who knows how many hours. Fauna locked eyes with him for a long moment, lashes fluttering downward as she recollected her thoughts a moment later.

“I was in the main box today. I am scared to ask…if you might know some of the new humans that were put into the ring.” She dared another glance to his face.

Ellis tilted his head slightly in question, sitting up with pricked ears at the solemn gaze he got in return.

“I-…I’m afraid, they all-…” She swallowed, searching for her words. “Perhaps I should describe them first?”

Ellis nodded vigorously, leaning forward (nearly right into the energy-charged bars of his cell), eyes starting to brim with tears as his heart squeezed at the thought of what she might say next.

“All of them were human, or…looked to be at least. It’s hard to know for sure now after the talks of the previous match-“ She paused her ramble when he chirruped impatiently in his chest, nodding in apology. “Two women, one man. The man had skin the color of dark bronze.” She paused, continuing when he showed no signs of recognition. “One woman had orange hair, tied on top of her head. I can’t be sure how long. The other had hair the color of pale straw-…” Another beat, and she let out a breath of relief when he did. “I will not speak on what happened to her then. It is a sad thing. One of the fighters from yesterday’s match was in the high box today with the masters. She found it too upsetting to watch and became ill…I, of course, was made to clean it up, but...” She sighed, ears flattening against her head as she thought on how to express her internal struggle. “I felt no disgust. Not like her. I haven’t in a long time. I wonder sometimes if this place has made me lose myself enough that disgust no longer fills my heart at the suffering I see every day-“

She paused with a startled gasp when something touched her ankle, looking down at the scaled tail that recoiled carefully back into the cell in front of her. She looked up at Ellis again, smiling appreciatively when he shook his head at her with sad eyes.

“…You deserve kindness,” she finally spoke after a long beat. “They want you to fight, that’s why they keep you down here, like this. But I know you will not let anger cloud your heart. You are different. And I am thankful for your…friendship.” She smiled at the gentle chirrup that came from his chest and placed a slender hand over her own heart. “I will do what I can to get you through this. We will get out. Together, you and I-“ She collected her pitcher and carefully tucked dainty hooves under herself to stand. “-and everyone will be free. One day kindness will prevail. It has to.”

#fauna #Ellis #dragon!el #the final countdown #slight angst

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thebaeblog · 2 years ago

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#jayne #peach #divinity #just a normal day #nothing to see #happy birthday bae #i love you so fuckin much

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thebaeblog · 2 years ago

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Babies

Ellis was never exactly a self-pitying kind of guy. But the thought had crossed his mind several times by now that he must have looked absolutely pitiful in his current state. Curled up on a dirt floor against the corner of the cell he’d been thrown into, his usually imposing wings and tail clenched tightly against his body to try to conserve any warmth. Flinching at any and all sudden noises near his cage. Curling and uncurling his hands in attempt to keep blood flowing while also trying to chase a little sleep despite the cold metal vice that clamped on his cheeks to keep his mouth closed - a precaution his captors quickly realized was necessary when they saw the pointed teeth and fire that could come from it - which prevented any semblance of a comfortable position to rest his head. Coupled with the constant grumbling of his stomach, the closest thing to sleep was nodding off for a few moments before being jarred by his own body trying to readjust to its current state.

It had been…three days maybe? No food, but they gave him some water (plus a little extra that Fauna slipped him in the middle of the night). They clearly wanted him alive. He wasn’t sure if that was more comforting or dismaying. Luckily for him, though, they were feeling generous today.

He tried to hold back the defensive growl that bubbled in his chest when his cell door was unlocked, pushing himself to an upright position and eyeing the two guards that entered. His gaze snapped to the cattle prod one of them held in plain sight, knowing all too well he would rather see what was intended for him before deciding to trifle with more abuse to his already exhausted body.

Though Ellis’ posture held no challenge towards the newcomers, his eyes told a different story. Thin pupils bore down on them through a defiantly creased brow, his chest betraying him with a quiet growl as the guard without the weapon grew closer and reached for the vice around his head.

“Easy with that. Don’t give us a reason to change our minds about feeding you today.”

Ellis gulped as the guard unlocked the device, the thought of food clouding his mind - but only for a moment. His hands shot to his face with a startled yelp at the sudden sharp pain as the heavy vice fell to the ground, along with trickles of blood from his cheeks and jaw. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to massage blood flow back into his sore face in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing, paying no attention to the guards now as they took the muzzle with them and locked the cell on the way out.

He curled back up on the floor, holding his face and fighting tears with a small whimper as the new blood flowing in his cheeks only caused more dull pain in his jaw muscles. This was awful. He was supposed to be protecting his family. He opened his eyes and sniffed a little, staring at nothing in particular as he thought on what his friends, his sisters, his wife - where they might be and what they might be subjected to if this was what he was dealt. He sniffed again, smiling - just a little, despite his sore cheeks - as he thought on how each of them would handle the situation he was in. They would be fine.

The cell door clinked open again, and despite his instincts screaming to sit up and defend himself, he found his exhausted body winning the battle and remained on the ground as he listened carefully to the newcomer. His ears pricked a moment later at the small, muffled draconic whimpers behind him, followed by sounds of a crate opening and a few thumps as something fell to the dirt floor by the door. They were small, he realized quickly. He swallowed. This was the food they promised him.

He remained still, listening to the cell door close again, followed by small confused and pleading draconic cries - three of them, he noted - whose desperation pulled at his heart because he understood them. These bastards had thrown babies into his cell for him to eat.

He finally drew his arms under himself, hoisting his body upright and noting the sudden fearful silence from the trio when he moved. He slowly glanced over his shoulder, making eye contact. Three sets of eyes were locked on him, set in trembling wyvern heads barely bigger than his palm. He swallowed, looking above them at the guards standing on the other side of the door with smug smiles on their faces.

“You people are cannibals. The masters thought it might be nice of us to give you your favorite delicacy,” one of them mused, laughing with the other as they turned to leave. “Eat up! You’ve got work to do.”

Assholes. Absolute fucking bastards. He growled lowly as he tried to comprehend the cruelty of his captors - but went quiet a moment later at the whimpers he got in reply from the trio across from him. He blinked to them, swallowing tears as pity gripped his chest. Juvenile wyverns - babies - curling their bodies around one another, cowering as far back as they could without bumping into the buzzing bars behind them. Bright eyes unmoving and absolutely terrified. Of him, he was suddenly very aware. Of the blood trickling out of his mouth, which they would have no idea belonged to him and not some other poor creature they’d likely assume he’d have slaughtered previously. Of the imposing wings - several times bigger than their own - which silhouetted his much larger frame.

Ellis eyed them for another moment, waiting for the sound of the guards’ echoed footsteps to completely disappear before blinking slowly and turning away to curl up in the furthest corner of the cell. He’d have loved nothing more than to reach out to them, curl around them protectively, tell them it’s okay…He sniffled a little, closing his eyes. And what would happen to his son, if he were in their situation one day? Of course the ultrasounds didn’t show any signs of wings yet…Would they be stuck here long enough that Julianna would have to give birth here? Would the baby even have a chance to live? He thought again on his wife, and the rest of his family - this time not fighting the tears that dripped onto the dirt floor as despair swallowed him.

For a while there were no sounds but his quiet sniffles, but his ear twitched at a small, inquisitive chirp from behind him. He swallowed, shaking his thoughts and replying with a quiet rumble. He listened to the tiny squabble that followed between the trio behind him, remaining perfectly still when he heard small claws moving across the dirt.

The dragon lifted his head to look over his shoulder, smiling lightly when the approaching wyvern froze in his tracks and ducked his head fearfully. Ellis let out another, calmer rumble, tucking his wings briefly and shifting to lay on his back before relaxing to let his wings splay carelessly across the floor on either side of him, his arms falling to his sides lazily. He took a breath, tilting his head to look at the closest baby again with another rumble. If they were going to be stuck here with him, he was going to make sure they knew he wasn’t a threat. And he wasn’t exactly well-versed in draconic body language so…Flopping on your back so your wings and tail are useless, and your belly and throat are exposed has to be pretty submissive, right? Dogs do that when they’re playing. How different can it be?

He smiled at his success again - despite his sore cheeks - when the closest wyvern chirruped in response, tilting his head and eyeing the larger dragon warily for a long moment. He approached one of Ellis’ wings, eyeing the claw at the top before lifting his own winged claw to look at it.

Yes! We’re the same lil’ buddy, Ellis practically screamed in his mind, humming lightly when the wyvern looked at him. I ain’t gonna hurt you. We’re the same.

His eyes blinked to the other two, which had untangled themselves at this point and had begun approaching. One circled down by the end of his tail, the other carefully neared the top of his head - sniffing at his draconic features curiously. Trying to figure him out. He chuckled a little, rumbling again when they collectively flinched at the new noise. Alright, no people sounds for now. Got it.

He turned his head towards the ceiling and closed his eyes, taking a breath and relaxing as he let them approach and investigate as much as they needed to feel safe.

He hadn’t realized he’d been dozing until he felt his arm being nosed at a little while later. He blinked downward, lifting his elbow to allow the wyvern to curl under his arm against his side. He purred gently, pulling his wings in again to turn onto his side and curl around the juvenile before relaxing once more and closing his eyes - suddenly very aware of how much easier it was to relax without the vice on his head. He shifted groggily to allow the other two babies to curl up with him as well, happily welcoming the extra warmth. He curled a wing around them protectively, contentedly drifting to sleep for the first time in days.

#ellis #angst #the final countdown #blurb #babiiiieeeessss #;-;#dragon el

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thebaeblog · 3 years ago

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Labor Pt 1.5 I guess??

“She’s remarkably strong, even being as early as she was.”

Jayne - who had practically jumped to her feet when Jeremy entered the room - eyed the tiny bundle in the nurse’s arms intently. “I could’ve told you that,” she replied, absently placing her hand over Bigby’s when he reached out to comfort her. She watched as Jeremy made his way towards the bedside bassinet on the other side of Julianna.

“Have you guys been here this whole time?” He looked to the exhausted couple, smiling sympathetically when they nodded, before glancing to the snoozing blonde in front of them.

“She looks good too, but she’s going to be out of it for a while,” he commented in an attempt to comfort the concerned duo, glancing at the monitors attached to Julie. “They really made sure she was OUT, out because everything happened so fast.” He reached a hand out to gently squeeze the blonde’s shoulder. “Julianna, my love? Your baby is here. Do you want to meet her?” He carefully adjusted the newborn in his arms.

“Huh?” The blonde muttered, cracking open glassy eyes.

“I have your baby. Do you wanna say hi?”

“Hi,” she responded, closing her eyes again.

Bigby shook his head with a small knowing smile, but turned his attention back to Jayne when she didn’t react.

“Yeah, that’s probably the best we’re gonna get from you for a while,” Jeremy mused, turning back to Jayne and Bigby. “You guys said you’re from out of state, right?” He carefully readjusted the baby to lay her in the bassinet.

“Yes,” Jayne replied.

“So you’re going to stay here?”

“Yes.” Bigby answered with her this time, gently squeezing her hand when he realized her eyes still hadn’t left the baby.

“Ok, cool. That actually makes things easier.” The nurse pulled a blanket from underneath the cart and tucked it around the infant. “You can be my eyes and ears on these two while I check my other patients on this floor. In exchange, since you’re stuck here-“ He rifled through the pocket on his scrubs, pulling out two little cards. “These will get you something to eat downstairs. Room service is only for the queen though, I’m afraid.” He nodded towards Julie with a smile before offering the cards to the couple in front of him.

Bigby accepted them with a small thanks when Jayne didn’t respond. “That’s an awful lot of trust you’re placing in us. Do we get a medical certificate after this or something at least?” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Honey, I wish it were that easy. Would’ve saved me a shit ton of money on nursing school, that’s for sure,” Jeremy quipped in reply with a small laugh. He glanced to Jayne when she still didn’t react, following her gaze to the baby. “You can hold her if you want, Sweetie. She’ll be fine. Here-“ He walked back over to the bassinet, gently scooping the infant up again. “She won’t do much, she’s working very hard to be here with us, so she’s very sleepy. And we just need to make sure she stays warm since she can’t really do it herself right now. But I’m sure she’d be very happy to meet her pretty auntie.”

Jayne finally snapped out of her thoughts as he approached her with the child, looking to the nurse in concern. “I won’t hurt her?”

“Well I would hope not. Your drugged-up sister here might not be a fan of you doing that,” he replied in an attempt to ease her nerves, carefully handing the baby to the redhead and tucking her blanket around her. “Have you held a baby before?”

“Two of them.” She knowingly and gratefully cradled the child, smiling down at her once she saw her face. “She’s so little though.” She rocked gently, swallowing the lump in her throat and glancing to Bigby.

The wolf rose from his seat to stand beside her with a nod, gently rubbing his mate’s back with a relieved breath that she had calmed a little and looking down on the infant with her.

“She wasn’t quite finished baking…Has there been any talk of her name, by any chance?” Jeremy busied himself with writing down Julie’s vitals, allowing the couple to have their moment with the newborn.

Jayne shook her head and sat back down, carefully readjusting the baby in her arms to let her rest against her warm chest. “We-“ She paused to swallow her cracking voice again, looking to Julie for a second and absent-mindedly holding the baby tighter to herself. “We lost the one she had before this.”

“I think she was more concerned with getting this far,” Bigby finished for her, sitting back down and placing one hand on Jayne’s thigh and the over Julie’s hand.

“How awful…I’m sorry you went through that.” The nurse frowned sympathetically, looking to the blonde as well. “It’s good they have you two….And, the father…?” He started carefully, clearly curious but not wanting to pry too much.

Bigby laughed a little at that. “He’s obnoxiously involved, don’t worry.”

Jayne finally cracked a small, more relaxed smile. “I’m sure he’ll come boundin’ in here any minute.”

“Well good. We’ll all take care of our girls together then.” Jeremy walked over to gently squeeze Jayne’s shoulder. “There’s formula under her cradle if she gets hungry before Mama wakes up. She’ll probably only take a little at a time, but that’s better than nothing.” He gently patted the redhead’s back. “They’re going to be fine. If anything gets scary, ring the bell and I’ll come running, promise,” the nurse assured, offering Bigby a warm smile as well. “The hardest part is over, I promise.” He brought both of his hands to his mouth, playfully blowing a few little kisses towards the baby in Jayne’s arms before heading out of the room.

Bigby eyed the redhead as she turned her attention back to the child. “You ok?” He gently squeezed her thigh.

“Mhm.” She nodded, sniffling a little. “I was so scared. And now they’re both okay-“ She wiped her cheek on her shoulder, trying catch the tear rolling down her face. “I didn’t want to fail her again.”

“Easy, easy.” He smiled gently, grabbing a tissue from the side table and wiping her cheek for her. “You did what you needed to do. And the death threats against the doctor paid off.”

“Jay don’ cry.”

They both looked over with a start when Julie spoke.

“I ain’t cryin’, Jules,” the hellhound lied with a small laugh. She cleared her throat. “I’m okay. Go back to sleep.”

“Okay.” Pause. “Where are you?”

“We’re right here, Jules. Open your eyes,” Bigby patted her arm.

The blonde cracked glassy eyes again, gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling. “Am I real?”

“That’s a good question. I don’t know.”

“Bigby!” Jayne scolded playfully.

“What? She asked.”

The hellhound lightly elbowed him. “Yes, Peach. You’re real. Don’t listen to him.”

“Ok,” Julie replied, closing her eyes again. She groggily wrapped her fingers around the hand Bigby had placed on hers. “Lemme know when th’baby’s here. I’m too tired to push no more.”

“I-“ Jay started, but couldn’t stop herself from laughing a little. “Okay, Peach. You rest for now, yeah? We’ll bring her when she’s here.”

“Yeah. We’ll make sure she’s here when you wake up, alright?” The wolf squeezed her hand when she hummed in reply.

Jayne looked down at the tiny hiccups from the baby in her arms, shushing her gently as she stood. “Don’t even start with that. We don’t need no more attitude from you today, ma’am,” she teased quietly, rifling under the bassinet for a bottle of formula.

“All of the allotted sass in this family has already been claimed by your Aunt Jay,” Bigby added, laughing a little when said redhead shot him a playful look. “I rest my case.”

“Uncle Bigby wants me to fuckin’ fight him. Do you want me to kick his ass fer you? I’ll do it, just fer you,” she murmured softly in a light voice as she carefully fed the baby.

“LANGUAGE.”

They both flinched at the sudden outburst from the snoozing blonde, staring at her in bewilderment for a second when she went right back to her comatose state.

“Jeez, sorry….bitch,” Jayne added with a small snicker when the blonde made a non-committal grunt of discontent.

“See, you’re causing a problem. Why don’t you go feed her quietly in the next room so your sister can get some rest?” Bigby teased, but nodded with a genuine smile when she looked between him and the blonde inquisitively. “I’ll be right here with her.”

“Fine,” Jayne ‘spat’. “Love you,” she added over her shoulder as she headed towards the door. She smiled to herself at the “Love you more” that automatically came from both Bigby and Julie in sync, settling happily into taking care of the tiny infant in her arms in the empty room next door.

#Jayne #bigby #peach #aurora #sof domestic shit #peach writes

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thebaeblog · 3 years ago

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🥰

#peach #paesh #reference #Julianna

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thebaeblog · 3 years ago

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What Makes Him Fight

Thrown to the ground, again. Nothing that new. It’s happened plenty of times before, although admittedly in a city alleyway or jail floor in years past. But in this situation….it was understandably more urgent to get back up.

Nick let out an annoyed grunt as his shoulder hit the dirt with his full weight. “Agh, shit-!” He scrambled to his knees, cradling his upper arm as he quickly turned to see the metal gate slam behind him. “Shit,” he hissed again under his breath, quickly turning his attention back to the room he was thrown into.

It was cold. Much colder than the holding cell he was in before. Though the dirt arena was brightly lit, he knew it definitely wasn’t from sunlight. They had dragged him down enough stairs to make it apparent they weren’t at all close to ground level. He released his sore shoulder in favor of shielding his eyes with his hand as he looked up, noting the metal cage that enclosed the arena. Thick metal bars. Definitely meant to keep something really bad out.

Or in.

Despite his thoughts he found himself jolted to his feet by the sound of another metal door clanking on the other side of the ring. “Shit.” Sounds of struggle. Sounds of guttural growls, chains clanking violently. Dust being thrown from the struggle, obscuring the new entrants though the audio cues gave him enough information to know he was in trouble. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Nick quickly glanced around for the a slim chance - a weapon, an exit, something. When nothing was apparent he opted to back towards the perimeter into the shadow of the wall, trying to calm his heavy breathing in hopes whatever was being released might not notice him. Even for just a few minutes. Even for just a few seconds. Anything. I can’t die like this.

More chains clanking. A zap, from what sounded like a cattle prod, followed by a startled roar. Momentary quieting of the struggle, followed by a singular clink of a heavy metal device and a grunt of pain. Several sets of scrambling feet across the dirt, then the door closing as several of the entrants left.

Nick kept his eyes locked on the kneeling figure as the dust settled, holding his breath when he heard a pained grunt - a very human grunt - as the newcomer held his cheeks and let out another rumble through clenched teeth.

“Ellis?” The raven-haired man stepped forward cautiously at first, but quickly sprinted over when familiar blue scaled ears perked in his direction. “Oh god, Ellis.” He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around the half-dragon, who initially returned the embrace before pulling back abruptly with an uncomfortable grunt and holding his face again, not wanting to get blood on him. Nick leaned over the younger in concern, quickly scanning over his bleeding mouth and bruised cheeks. “Oh god. What in the fuck did they do to you, brother?…” He mumbled in disbelief, pulling off his cloak and offering it to stop the bleeding.

Ellis blinked at the offer but shook his head with a small purr in his chest, wings curling around his shivering form due to the chilly air in the arena. His eyes darted around anxiously, pupils rapidly fluctuating in size as his attention drew back and forth between Nick and the sudden brightness of their surroundings in contrast to the dark cell where he’d been for days.

“You can’t talk?” Nick opted to wrap his cloak around Ellis’ shoulders instead, rubbing his back and trying to pull his attention.

Ellis blinked at the question. He shrugged and shook his head again, gesturing vaguely to his jaw, which displayed more blooming bruises from what looked like marks from a vice.

“Alright, alright. Don’t worry about it. Where is everyone? Where are the girls? Were they with you?”

Fearful green eyes shot up to blue - very clearly asking ‘They weren’t with you?’ - as the younger shook his head. He grasped Nick’s arm, searching the older man’s eyes frantically as tears pricked his own at the thought that his wife and sisters - despite his prayers and hopeful thoughts - were still in some unknown danger.

“Alright, alright. One thing at a time,” Nick swallowed his own fears, rubbing Ellis’ back more vigorously to try to warm him up. The shivering Georgian was clearly in no mindset to stress about what they couldn’t help. “Listen, they all have their powers. They’ve dealt with way worse than this, and if they’re not here they’ve got to be together somewhere. I’d be more scared for those ugly assholes who kidnapped us.” Nick turned his attention to their surroundings once more. “We need to focus on getting out of here. Which will be a lot easier now that we have your claws and - Do we have fire?”

Ellis swallowed, shifting his jaw slightly to gauge mobility but shaking his head dejectedly.

“Alright. That’s okay, that’s okay. We’ll figure it out, alright? We’ve dealt with worse shit-“ Nick rambled - half to pacify his own stress - but was cut off by the sound of the gate Ellis had come through opening again.

The dragon’s pupils contracted back to thin slits as he clunkily jumped to his feet, wings instinctively raising to shield Nick behind him despite his visibly shaky and weakened state.

While the older man was thankful for the barrier between him and the newcomer, he found himself quickly rallying behind the dragon to assess the imminent threat. “Easy, El. Don’t do anything stupid,” he attempted to remind the dragon of his condition, encouraging him to think first. He eyed the pitch black tunnel, swallowing hard when Ellis tensed and let out a threatened hiss. “What is it?”

Ellis began to take steps backwards away from the unseen newcomer - gaze unwavering on the tunnel - protectively ushering Nick behind him with his tail. He curled his claws and bared his teeth despite his burning cheeks and the trickles of blood still dripping from his mouth.

“Listen, El, we’re both in this fucking mess together. We need to think this through, you can’t just-“ Nick flinched at the unearthly guttural roar that came from the tunnel, feeling the color drain from his face.

“…On second thought, I’m just gonna go with whatever your plan is.”

#this was sitting half finished in my notes for weeks #nick #Ellis #dragon!el #the final countdown #slight angst #lowkey papa Nick

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thebaeblog · 3 years ago

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#Trinity #divinity #Aurora #Jayne #peach #Harper

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thebaeblog · 3 years ago

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#Ellianna #peach #Ellis

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thebaeblog · 3 years ago

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“The Trinity will rise”

And so she did, taking it on as her new name and leaving behind the past. Company breeds trouble. Look out for only yourself. Nobody needs to know who you really are.

#Trinity

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thebaeblog · 3 years ago

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“A mother to no one, a creator of nothing but death and pain. But that is not everything fate holds for you. Fulfill your new duties but do not ignore that which you need most.”

Whatever that means. Mortals have needs. They die too easy.

#jayne

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