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insertsomthinawesome · 1 year

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SO ABOUT TRIGUN

So I keep getting sent asks and my art keeps being tagged with things that are leaning into the spoiler territory so I wanted to Thoroughly Re-iterate. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EXPERIENCING TRIGUN. (specifically Trigun Stampede!!!) I WANT TO BE BLIND. I WANNA ANTICIPATE NOTHING. I DON’T WANNA BE ABLE TO CATCH WHATEVER HANDS THIS SHOW THROWS AT ME. SPOILERS INCLUDE BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO: -Saying an Arc Is Currently Going -Saying An Arc Is Coming Up

-”I’m Excited For Your Reaction to [Event that hasn’t happened, no matter how vague; Characterization that Hasn’t Been Deliberately Shown; Arc That Hasn’t Happened]” -If I theorize something Correctly I do not Want Any Confirmation That I am Right. If You Know I’m Right Look the Other Way. -Any Kind of Hints at All Towards ANYTHING. No matter how Mundane. I have successfully Connected Dots with Less.

-Comments about how things Went in the Manga or the Original ‘98 anime. I currently plan on getting around to both of those, and I also want to enjoy them blind. -Treat Spoilers like a Government Level Secret. I Should Not Know. TO REITERATE. I WANT TO BE BLIND. I DON’T WANNA KNOW. I WANT THE SHOW TO SURPRISE ME SO BAD I START CRYING AND SCREAMING. Thank you for reading! :D

#isa screams #Trigun Stampede #kind tagging this so people SEE it #waves at people in the tristamp tag #sorry sorry just look away if this isn't relavant to you xD #i am just a little guy who likes to having their teeth kicked in by the emotional turns of a narrative #i can't do that if people tell me a foot is coming to kick my teeth in!!#I love ya'lls enthusiasm #Pls respect the way I want to consume this show #i would really appreciate it!

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annymation · 4 months

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The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 10- The Thanks I Get

Chapter 9

(I bet ya'll see the title and think "oooooh she's gonna adapt Magnifico's song" yeah, actually no, sorry to burst your bubble, but that song is beyond salvation... I'm doing something else with it.)

“Then let’s go! Last one there is a dusty nebula!”

Aster exclaims as they run to the castle to get her wish. Probably not the most sneaky way to… sneak in a castle.

But Asha can’t help but laugh with his contagious enthusiasm, as he's literally doing some cartwheels as he runs, laughing to himself.

She’s confident they can do this, as long as they stay together.

Aster is way ahead of her, while Valentino is hoping after her.

She smiles with a passion in her eyes, as she runs and-

Asha is stopped.

She feels a large hand made of green magic holding her whole body.

Her smile instantly replaced by terror... The king got her.

She tried to scream for help.

"A-AST- HMM" But one of the hand's fingers covered her mouth to shush her.

Aster didn't look back.

Asha is pulled all the way back to the plaza, flying through the air. And before she knows it she's back on the ground. She opens her eyes... The king and queen are smiling down at her.

"Hello again, Asha. We got a little surprise for you~" Magnifico says in a singsong voice, holding a green wish bubble.

(The image above doesn't represent where they are in this moment, but that face Magnifico is making just SCREAMS the same vibes my rewrite's Magnifico has)

Her heart was beating like a drum... The king was no longer holding her with his magic but she still couldn't move, she was frozen in fear.

The king turned his attention to the crowd at the plaza as he spoke

(Detail: The whole kingdom is not here watching, this is like, a gathering of dozens of people that were casually walking around the plaza minding their business. But it's still plenty of people though.)

"My people! Give a big cheer foooor... THE NEWEST PRINCESS OF ROSAAAAAAS!" He announces with the charm of a show host, as he turns Asha around to the public.

He raises her wish bubble, revealing inside the image of her wearing a white dress similar to the queen's and a crown.

The whole crowd gasps in surprise, but no one is as surprised as Asha's 7 friends, all of them look completely shocked... They KNOW Asha wouldn't wish for that.

Asha looks like she's gonna pass out... Has Aster noticed she's not behind him yet?

The king continues as if the girl next to him doesn't look scared out of her mind

"YEAH I know, we were just as surprised as you all. Little miss "I just have a simple wish" here just did a FULL 180 and wished to be ADOPTED by us. I mean haha I'm sure now you understand why we were gonna deny this wish, right?... But then again..." The king places a hand on Asha's shoulder, tightening his grip "I won't stay on this earth forever, and we're yet to be blessed with an heir to be my apprentice... SO if Asha shares the same love for Rosas that we have, then how can I say no?!"

The people, now understanding the situation, cheer with joy at the news that the kingdom will have a princess.

(Hey hi it's me, just wanted to let y'all know the whole time I'm writing this scene my mind is going "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" in a bad way, like, this is literally the part of the story I was dreading the most, if this is freaking you out then imagine how I'm feeling.)

Asha for the first time since she landed on the stage starts trying to speak, emphasis on trying because her voice almost doesn't come out.

"I- I didn-"

The queen brings her in for a hug.

"Ooh Asha, I just know having you in the palace will bring so much joy into our lives." The queen holds her so tightly the girl can barely breathe "We've heard that you came out of the castle crying last night, and we felt so AWFUL that we made you go through the sadness of losing a wish" Her sharp nails are digging on Asha's back as she says "But don't worry mi rosa. From now on, we'll make sure no more tears run down those pretty little eyes... Ever again."

In the eyes of the people, this is a sweet moment...

But Asha knows full well what the queen really means. This is a threat.

They want to take everything away from her. Her interests, her voice, her free will. Everything because she dared to speak up to them, she dared to call them out on a problem that she had with the system...

And now, they thought she would just LET THEM take it all from her? So they could use her as a way to make THEM look holier than thou in the eyes of Rosas?

... No...

Like she told Aster, she was DONE running away from them.

All these thoughts are going through her mind as the king speaks, raising the wish into the air and using his staff to grant it, he speaks in a smooth calming voice:

"That's right, now just hold still my dear, this will feel just like waking up from a pleasant drea- WAHH!"

The crowd gasped.

Asha kicked the staff off his hands, stopping the spell.

The staff ALMOST falls on the ground, but Magnifico grabs it clumsily just before the green gem hits the floor.

The king's blue eyes are wide. His previous charismatic persona vanishes in an instant.

"yoU LITTLE- IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THIS I-..." He stops himself, remembering that they are in public. It's almost unnerving how quickly he switches back to his calm demeanor "Hahaha *ahem* apologies, got a bit jumpy there haha It's just that... You REALLY don't wanna find out what happens if this breaks." Magnifico says warningly.

The king and queen were surprised that Asha fought back...

But they were even more surprised by the fact she didn't even flinch at the king's yelling.

As they look at her, they realize she's not that same meek little girl they met the previous night.

She was standing up proudly, still holding her Saba's mandolin in one hand, and her mother's cloak hood was down.

Her legs were no longer shaking, and her head was held up high.

(The way he always taught her to? :3)

She spoke loud and clear so EVERYONE could hear

"That is NOT what I wished for!"

...

Magnifico wasn't expecting that.

After taking away her wish the girl should've lost her spark. But here she is shining brighter than before... Something changed... She got a new wish.

The plan was to just put her in a situation where she'd be in danger, so that the star would come to save her, revealing it's power, and Magnifico could capture it...

Sure, they just saw said star a few minutes ago, but hey, he wanted to make a spectacle out of it by having the star come out of it's human disguise in public. That's more his style...

... This is fine though, after all Magnifico always liked to improvise...

...

The king throws his head back as he lets out a huge laugh.

"HA- Ha ha ha Ooooh I see, you're just confused because you don't REMEMBER that you wished for this, right?" He asks Asha as if he's giving her one last chance to just play along and accept her fate "I know it's hard to believe, but this IS your wish. Then again, it's quite common that some doubt that they wished for something-" He turns to the crowd as if he's casually going to start telling a funny story "Ya know, there was this one time a lady wished me-"

"NO!"

She interrupted him this time, which got even more gasps and shocked looks from the crowd.

Magnifico now turned his face to her with a fake puzzled glance, really what he's thinking is "Oh she's ACTUALLY going for it?"

Asha takes a deep breath. They'll definitely throw her into the dungeon for this... But better thrown into a dungeon than locked in a tower as a mindless princess... Besides, Aster can unlock doors, he can get her out...

"I am NOT letting you decide what I deserve... Nor what ANYONE ELSE in Rosas deserves!" Asha says determined, pointing at the very confused crowd.

Magnifico is... How can I put this? Intrigued? Amused? Impressed?... Nah, I think the word I'm looking for is: Excited.

He NEVER had someone challenge him like this before, and although having these peasants kiss the ground he walks on is pretty fun, it does get kinda dull after 25 years... Getting to SHOW this little brat just how much control he has over them? Now that's new.

And so... He accepts her challenge, by playing dumb:

"Huh?" He looks at her with one arched brow, tilting his head to the side, a very slight smile forming on the corner of his lips "Now what on earth are you talking about, Asha?" He asks innocently, pretty much daring her to go on.

And so she does. Ready to go past just dipping her toes in, she's diving in.

She looks at her people as she exclaims without fear:

"Everyone, PLEASE listen to me, Magnus and Amaya are not who they claim to be!" She begs them to listen.

The crowd is dumbfounded, mostly by the fact she just addressed them by their first names.

Now, any other king would've probably called in the guards to arrest the girl at this point.

But King Magnifico ain't no normal king, he instead just jokes about it like this is a stand-up comedy.

"WOOOOAH first names!? Really? We're going with first names? Hahaha okay- calm down "miss Lucero"! We've just met yesterday." He's talking like she's just a kid misbehaving.

Asha ignores the king's comment and continues "Magnus claims to grant our wishes, but last night I've seen it with my own eyes what he REALLY does. He CHANGES our wishes, turning them into curses. That's what he did with MY wish, and he has been doing it for years with many if not ALL our wishes." She explains as clearly as she can.

The people look at her in disbelief, some laugh it off like she just lost her mind... Her friends though, seem to actually be listening attentively.

Magnifico approaches her and talks in a more reprehending tone, but still smiling like he just finds this all really amusing "Oh Asha, I know that because of your father's ideals you're not the biggest fan of how I do things, but yelling deranged lies about me REALLY doesn't help your case."

The king makes it seem like Asha is just acting this way to enforce her "Achieve your wish by yourself" ideals. And sure enough, some people seem to agree that's what she's doing. It has to be right? No waaaaay the king would actually be a bad person.

(They think, as they watch this grown man verbally bully this 18 year old... Please don't hate the people of Rosas too much y'all, they're like partially brainwashed and victims of the situation too)

Asha doesn't care what anyone thinks though, if she can open the eyes of at least ONE person, then it'll be worth it, she has to at least try.

"The only liar here is YOU" She says now glaring at him.

"Oh-ho REALLY? Alright Asha, I'll play along..." He leans down to look her dead in the eyes "Prove it." He challenges her, and then starts walking away from her, pretty much giving her the room to state her case "Go on, humor me. Show us a SINGLE proof that anything you say is a fact." he uses his staff to create a fancy chair made of green light for him to sit on, as he crosses his legs "Would you like one as well, my love?" he asks his wife that is just standing there

Oh yeah, the queen's there too, I haven't really mentioned how she's feeling about this have I? Well let me tell ya she's not enjoying this ONE BIT.

Actually the whole time she was in the background looking at her husband with the biggest "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Face you can imagine.

YEARS of maintaining a squeaky clean persona in public. YEARS of her teaching him how to act like a selfless person. And now he's just casually inviting this girl to destroy everything they've built?!

(Amaya, sweetie, you deserve better than this idiot, go to the Wish Movie universe and turn that Magnifico into your boy toy)

She tries to put some sense into him, as in, tell him they should just quit while they're ahead and throw her in the dungeon:

"Umm darling, don't you think she already crossed a line?" The queen asks him with a concerned look.

"Oooh she did, all of them in fact. But let's hear her out, ya know? After all, I'm always there when my subjects need to vent." The king gives his queen a confident look, as if to say "I know what I'm doing"

See, that's the problem with Magnifico, he's way too confident that his people would NEVER actually turn against him. Yes, he got worried when Asha raised her voice asking about her Saba's wish that one time, but that was different, back then Asha was saying something that could possibly be passed out as truth, that Magnifico doesn't grant all the wishes... Now though? Now she's saying that he CHANGES the wishes and turns them into curses, that's ridiculous, not to mention that now she has a bad reputation. He's confident that his people would never believe a word she says.

... That's what he THINKS.

Asha is given the room to open their eyes.

So, she takes it:

"The proof is literally ALL AROUND US!" She says pointing to the paintings on the walls around the plaza, the statues, the drawings on the floor. Everything illustrating the king and queen "Has anyone ever wondered WHY everywhere we look, every piece of art, every song we hear, every celebration, it's ALL dedicated to them?" She says pointing to the king and queen.

"It's called being grateful kid, you should give it a try." Magnifico says pridefully.

Some people in the crowd look around... Some of the younger ones, as in, younger than 18 have a thoughtful look.

Asha ignores the king's comment again and continues like she has been holding in these words for years "Our kingdom has people from all around the world: Africa, Asia, Arabia, Europe, so much diversity, but you could never tell by looking at the way people dress, all in one style. Our food is not diverse. Our music is not diverse. Our art is not diverse. Has anyone ever wondered why?"

We see a glimpse of Dahlia's reaction to that comment... That got her attention.

"I'll tell you why: Magnifico CHANGED the most beautiful part of ourselves, what makes us unique, making us all the SAME."

Magnifico chuckles at that as he says "And THAT, my dear, is what we call E-QUA-LI-TY" He claims proudly, thinking that the crowd agrees...

The queen seems concerned... He's getting carried away, again.

He's not looking at the crowd yet.

Asha looks directly at him, her eyes have a burning rage "THIS isn't equality! Equality is what Rosas used to be. Before YOU, this kingdom was colorful, full of variety and self expression-"

"Oh for crying out loud!" He cuts her off, now sounding annoyed as he rolls his eyes "You JUST turned 18, what do YOU know about how things were before ME?" He asks with a grin.

"I may be young, but I know A LOT. I've read about the kings that came before you! And by the way, there's a reason they didn't grant all the wishes!" She speaks boldly.

"OoOooOOoh would you look at that ladies and gentlemen, we got a little scholar in our midst!" That's the most formal way one can call someone a nerd "Alright then, ENLIGHTEN ME, why would those idio- I mean- Ideal kings not grant all the wishes?" He almost slips up.

She smiled knowing she already won, as she accepts the challenge.

"Gladly."

Magnifico is taken aback by that. His expression goes slightly serious.

"They didn't grant all the wishes because they knew the importance of not letting the people DEPEND on them to achieve their dreams, that it's something for YOU to do by yourself." Her voice is full of passion.

"HA! because THAT'S waaaaay better than what I do. You know Asha, maybe you're right, maybe I did change your wish, clearly you don't wish to be a princess, you're way more of a COURT JESTER! Isn't that right Rosas?!" The king expects people to agree.

...

Silence.

He turns to look at them and...

They're listening to her.

... That's... NOT how he thought this would play out...

He thought that at any moment the people would start booing her, disagreeing, insulting, anything...

But nothing happened.

... They actually DOUBTED him?

And all it took was ONE LITTLE GIRL?!

He thought they loved him unconditionally... But after everything he did they just...

Ignored him?

...

He had to shut her up.

But she still had more to say:

"They understood that wishing isn't something you should feel pressured to do when you turn 18. It's something that is YOURS and you should decide if you want to give it away or not-"

Magnus stands up from the chair he created as he speaks firmly:

"Alright, now you liste-"

She looked directly in his blue eyes as she interrupts him with no fear:

"You RUINED Rosas and everything it stood for."

His eyes widen at that comment. That one hit a nerve.

"That's ENOUGH-"

"You shouldn't even be KING in the first place! YOUR BROTHER WOULD STILL BE OUR KING! BUT YOU KI-"

Asha is shushed.

Magnus uses his magic to hold her whole body, including her mouth.

The people in the crowd gasp.

He's looking at the girl with an expression she hasn't seen from him before... There's no feeling in his eyes... It's like he's soulless.

He turns to look at the people bellow his feet.

They look... Scared.

...

He could do some damage control later. Nothing that a wish ceremony here and some festivals there don't fix... The people would forget this eventually.

This girl though?

He would never let her forget who was their king.

Asha's eyes look terrified.

His face remains emotionless as he says in a whisper:

"You want me to be the bad king? Fine, now I'm the bad king."

There's the rumbling sound of thunder, alerting that it's gonna rain soon.

At that moment, King Magnifico just kinda forgot the whole reason they did all this was to capture the star...

OH YEAH SPEAKING OF THAT STAR! WHY DON'T WE CHECK ON HIM???

So we cut to Aster near the entrance of the castle, oblivious to the fact Asha was not racing with him at all for the past (I don't know how many) minutes.

The star hits his hand on the wall as he says

"HA HA I WIN! Alright, now how should we distract the guards? I was thinking mayb-" Aster turns around and realizes...

Asha isn't with him.

"... Huh... I know I'm fast but I was trying to run about the same speed of a human... Could she have tripped on the way or something?" The star ponders, trying to see if he could spot Asha in the distance

But then he hears some very desperate cries... Of a certain baby goat.

"MAAA! MAAAA!" Valentino was hoping as fast as his little baby goat legs could take him.

"Oh hey Val! Did you see-"

"MAAA!" The goat explained.

The smile on Aster's face deflated into horror.

"... W h a t?" Aster's voice was shaking, he didn't know such guilt was even possible...

They left her. After he promised he would never leave her side.

Aster grabbed Valentino, running with the goat in his arms twice as fast as he ran to get to the castle, and all he could say was:

"NONONONONONO I'M OFFICIALLY THE.WORST.WISHING.STAR IN.THIS.SIDE.OF.THE.GALAXY!!!"

Sooo we cut back to Asha... Who's not doing so great right now.

The king is using his staff to make her float, so they're on the same eye level. As he begins to speak with his voice sounding uncharacteristically monotonous.

Not faking kindness, nor passion, not even sarcasm, just a serious and emotionless tone that sent chills down her spine.

"I don't know what could've possessed you to speak such lies, Asha. After everything I've done for you... Since the day you were born to the day that we've met... I give and give and give and give" He tightens the spell around her with every "give" making her face contort in pain "And all I ask in turn... Is just a little respect." He sighs "But that's too much to ask from you, hum? You want things to be your way, to change centuries of tradition because YOU so happen to not like how things are... And to think I actually considered making an apprentice out of you.” He says… looking at her wish bubble that he's holding “So, this is the thanks I get? For wanting to go above and beyond to grant your wish? I mean, what MORE could you possibly want from me?” He asks even though she obviously can’t answer with her mouth covered by his magic.

“I think she made what she “wanted” painfully clear, mi rey” the queen, that has been dead silent this whole time, as she usually is when they’re in public… comes in with her voice sounding full of pain and sorrow…

Magnifico turns around to his queen, she has the most believable crocodile tears running down her face

… Oh how he loved this woman. She always knew just what to say to turn the odds in their favor.

He lets go of Asha, knowing his wife’s words alone were more than enough to trap her.

And so, the queen began to speak:

“You came in with that whole “I don’t know what to wish for” nonsense, as if someone that lives HERE of all places could not know what to wish for… We opened our hearts to you, offered to help you, and you gave us THIS WISH…”

Asha tries to defend herself:

“I didn’t wish fo-“

“Silence.” The queen said raspy, as she walks towards Asha slowly “I know what you wanted… You wanted to destroy everything we’ve built… By stealing the crown from us.”

A few people in the crowd, mostly older people, gasp.

Asha get's nervous, realizing people are believing what the quenn says.

“What?! But I didn’t-“

“You tried to manipulate us into giving you the title of PRINCESS in a silver platter, but after we denied you, you decided to change your approach, didn’t you? You wanted revenge, you tried to spread these HEINOUS LIES about our King. You tried to TRICK our beloved people to put them against us.” The queen keeps walking closer and closer to her.

The people that were before agreeing with Asha… Now see her as a traitor.

Asha is panicking.

“But- But I never wanted to be-“ Asha shuts her eyes as the queen gets close to her face.

“But you miscalculated, my dear, because you CAN’T hurt our reign, for we are mighty, and you? You are all alo-WAH“

Something pushes the queen away from Asha.

The crowd gasps.

She falls on the kings arms.

…

Asha opens her eyes.

Aster is standing with his back turned from her, his arms are open trying to shield her away from them.

He turns his head to look at her behind his shoulder

"Sorry I took so long, you okay?”

Asha looks at the faces of the civilians of Rosas, they all look concerned… With the queen.

“No.” She answers, hugging herself, scared beyond words.

“… I gonna get us out of-“

“GUARDS! Cease these traitors!” The king exclaims with his voice full of rage.

Aster just turns around to Magnifico in shock.

“EH?! TRAITORS?! WHAT DID I MISS-" Aster barely finishes his sentence before a guard bellow the stage grabs him by the cape and pulls him down "WOA HEY-”

"OH! I don't knoooow, maybe you just missed that you TOUCHED THE QUEEN, BOY!" (took all my will power to not write him saying "Mah wife") Magnifico yells at the star boy while holding his wife in his arms, she's making a whole scene like Aster hurted her really badly when in reality she barely felt anything. "And YOU" Magnifico turns to Asha, who's just petrified with fear as some guards get up the stage to get her "... I don't think I have to explain what you did wrong, do I?" He simply shrugs.

Asha is looking around desperatelly.

There HAS to be someone who sees this is wrong, right?

She looks to the crowd and sees... Her friends.

They all look scared, but they have to believe her right? After everything she said.

She manages to avoid the guards grasp, as she jumps down the stage and rushes to where her friends are.

"DAHLIA, GUYS! Come on, you KNOW I'd never make that wish, PLEASE you believe me, right?!" Asha says as she holds Dahlia's hand.

... Dahlia doesn't hold her hand back... She looks at Asha with tears in her eyes... Not knowing what to do.

It's not like they don't believe her, most of them do...

Most.

But they're just a bunch of teens, what are they supposed to do?

The 7 can see the king glaring at them, waiting for their response.

Dahlia can only stutter:

"... Y-you... You did say the king wouldn't grant your wish..."

Asha's heart sinks... They're too scared of him.

"... I- I lied, I'm sorry, I should've told you but-"

"Why wouldn't you tell us?" Dahlia asks.

Asha feels Magnifico's hand on her shoulder.

"Because all she did was lie."

He pushes her aside, throwing her to a guard.

Asha and Aster are both captured and dragged away to the castle.

"Honestly, Asha? Trying bring your friends down with you? Now that's just pitiful." Magnifico turns to the 7 teens, they all look terrified of him... Good... "Such betrayal must hurt a lot, huh? But pay her no mind children... She will deceive you no longer." He says with fake pity in his eyes.

Suddenly, he feels something kicking his legs.

He looks down and sees Valentino angrily hitting him with his little baby goat horns, it doesn't hurt at all.

He holds himself to not just kick the little baby goat, and grabs him by the collar of his little sweater.

"Here, you can keep her pet." He says, handing the goat to Dario.

The king turns around to go on his way but-

"KING MAGNIFICO! WAIT!"

Simon exclaimed... To the surprise of all the other teens.

The king turned to him slowly, looking at him coldly.

"Yes, O'Donohue, what is it?" Magnifico calls him by his last name, so Simon knows that HE knows who his father is.

Simon hesitates for a moment, but continues

"W-we've been Asha’s friends for YEARS, we know she'd never mean any harm to Rosas... There HAS to be a misunderstanding, she doesn't deserve to-"

"I'll be the one deciding what she deserves, Simon." The king cuts him off

Simon goes quiet, with no choice but to watch Asha being dragged away.

...

It starts to rain.

...

Well, this was a disaster.

And that's not your narrator speaking (although she agrees). The line above is what Magnifico is thinking.

They planned on making the star show his true form in public...

BUT HERE IS THE GOD FORSAKEN BLONDE.

STILL PRETENDING TO BE HUMAN, STRUGGLING TO ESCAPE THE GUARDS GRIP.

WHAT GIVES?!

Well "what gives" is that Aster already broke a rule today. Rule number 1 was that he'd never leave Asha's side... And he did that.

So the star is now pretty stubborn on not breaking rule number 2: Never use magic.

Aster is just letting himself be carried away by the guards... But the star does have plan though.

He can open locks, once they get in the dungeon they can just escape... This is fine.

But this isn't fine for the king...

He wants to make people SEE him as he captures this star's power, to come on top as the hero who stopped the "Threat to the kingdom"... But how can he do that if the star won't show itself?

...

He would make it show itself... He just had to do what they planned...

Put Asha in danger.

The king looks at Asha's wish bubble... A wicked smile forms on his face.

Doing what he's thinking in public will surely be harder to justify in the future... But desperate times call for desperate measures.

"GUARDS!... Wait a moment."

The guards taking Asha and Aster stop. The two teens look at him.

Magnifico is holding Asha's wish on his hand as he walks towards them slowly.

"I believe that such crimes as the ones displayed today deserve a more... Unique punishment" He approaches her and looks her in the eyes as he says to everyone watching "May this serve as an EXAMPLE of what happens to those who wish harm on our kingdom... This might sting a little." He warns her with a smirk.

The grip on the wish bubble tightens until...

A small crack appears.

"aaaAAAAAAAaAaaAaaaaAAAAAAAA!!!"

Pain. That's all Asha feels.

Like grief, heartbreak, anguish and guilt just washed over her like a tidal wave all at once.

Asha lets out a painful scream and her legs go weak.

The guards holding her get startled, they didn't expect the girl would start yelling bloody murder out of nowhere.

The sound is music to Magnifico's ears though.

Aster is beyond terrified. Not only by the scream, but also by what he sees.

Her light... It's fading.

The king is killing her star.

"S- STOP! YOU ALREADY GOT ME! I'M THE ONE YOU WANTED RIGHT?? JUST LEAVE HER ALONE!"

The king continues tightening his grip on the bubble, as he turns to look at Aster with the same smile he had when he played dumb to Asha earlier:

"Huh? Now what on earth are you talking about, lad?"

He asks innocently, pretty much daring Aster to show his powers.

Aster knows what the king wants... But if he does it, not only will he be breaking the promise he made to Asha... He's gonna be breaking the most important rule for wishing stars: Don't show yourself for any human that isn't your wish maker.

If he breaks this rule... What happens to him? Will he be able to-

Asha screams again, the bubble cracks more.

Aster suddenly doesn't care about the consequences anymore.

"I SAID...

LEAVE

HER

ALONE!!!"

Aster's whole body starts glowing

As the guards holding him down let him go in surprise.

The boy is now back to being animated in 2D... But not how he was before

Before Aster's animation was usually smooth and fluid, like something animated by James Baxster.

Now though? There's nothing smooth about the way he's drawn, it's like whoever was holding the pencil on the animation table had a fit of rage while doing every single frame.

I think the best way I can describe it is this scene from "Tale of Princess Kaguya"

(Eyyyy look at us referencing a ghibli movie to talk about Aster again ahahaha- This is not the last time I'll mention Princess Kaguya in this rewrite, she's actually a big inspiration for Aster's character... If you know, you know)

The king sees this apparition that would probably strike fear in the hearts of anyone...

But his face read as if he was thinking "Thereeee it is" with a huge evil grin.

Aster doesn't really care what the king is thinking though.

The star moves so fast the rain drops start falling slower.

He reaches out and grabs the wish bubble from Magnifico's hand.

Then he runs to Asha and takes her in his arms.

Before they leave, he runs to grab her Saba's mandolin that fell on the floor.

And with all three in his arms, he runs up the walls of a building, leaving after images of himself behind like these:

The king just blinks and suddenly the girl, the boy and the wish bubble are gone...

"... WEEEEELL Would you look at that, ladies and gentleman! The traitor, and the wish stealing star are in CAHOOTS! Now who could've eveeeer seen this coming???" The king asks obnoxiously to the now panicked and screaming crowd, that is barely paying attention to him.

... This really isn't his day, and now his cape is all wet.

He just sighs loudly, at least capturing that star will brighten his day

"Okaaaay then! I'll go kill a star boy now, not like any of you ingrates care to watch." He yells to everyone around, not hiding how frustrated he is that he's not being the center of attention at the moment.

(If you're wondering where Amaya went, bruh honestly Idk. Rethinking her marital choices probably. I can't think of anything for her to do here and I kinda wanna give the spotlight to Magnifico in this chapter... Because Amaya is getting her own spotlight reeeeeally soon my friends, just you wait.)

So we cut to Aster and Asha. They're on the top of a building.

The rain is pouring down.

Asha is laying down, her head on Aster's lap.

She still looks weak and deeply in pain, Aster doesn't know what to do as he just trips over his words in a panic:

"I- I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry! I promised I'd stay w-with-with you but I- wasn't there- I shouldn't have let go of you-your hand-"

He's holding her wish bubble with one hand as he continues to apologize...

Asha suddenly feel slightly better... Like a little bit of the pain left her.

"A-Aster" She tries to tell him, but the star is lost in his own guilt.

"This is all my fault- I-If I had looked back- b-but I got distracted- be- because I was just so excited- I'm so sorry"

Asha notices something... The wish on Aster's hand... The cracks are healing.

"...Aster..." Asha repeats, trying to get the star's attention, to show him what's happening

"They were right about me... I really don't know what I'm doi-"

"ASTER!" Asha calls his attention, no longer feeling pain at all, she sits up looking at the wish bubble.

The star looks at her confused.

"Look!" Asha points at the bubble on his hand...

It's no longer cracked... And not only that...

It's changing.

The image of Asha as a princess inside the bubble morphs to what it originally was... Asha as herself, happy and being accepted by everyone in Rosas.

The bubble turns from green to blue.

Asha smiles in amazement.

"... You fixed it." She looks up to Aster's face with a smile, she looks thankful.

Aster is looking down at the bubble in his hands.

"... I didn't know I could do that..."

A smile finally returns to the star's face.

Asha takes the wish from his hands... And brings it to her heart.

And as it sinks in her chest she can feel a sense of peace she never experienced before. She's whole again.

She lets out a sigh of relief.

"... Aster... I just wanted to say that it's not your fault, I know that you'd never mean to leave-" She was going to explain to the star how she's not mad at him, but then she actually looks at his face and realizes... They're looking at her differently... He's in awe, like he's gazing upon a wonder that he never thought possible "... Eeeh... You're ok?" She looks at him kinda weirded out.

Aster in, in fact, gazing upon a wonder he never thought possible.

He sees Asha's star. Her glow outshines all the stars that he has ever seen, and he has seen QUITE a lot of them living in the sky. It's like a flower blooming with rays of purple, yellow and white shinning from it.

Aster is speechless for a moment... But then he simply says:

"I can see you."

"Huh? You... Didn't see me before?" She asks them.

He looks her in the eyes with a smile full of admiration

"I see you... ALL of you."

His voice sounds relieved.

Asha doesn't fully understand what he's talking about, but she smiles back.

...

Her smile fades away instantly when she notices the figure floating behind Aster.

"A-ASTER WATCH O-"

"🎶OOH STAR LIGHT~"

CLANG

Aster's right wrist is trapped by a chain made of green magic.

The star barely has time to react before the singsong voice behind him continues

"🎶STAR BRIGHT~"

CLANG

His left wrist is trapped by another green chain.

"NO!" Aster tries to fight but he's already being pulled away from Asha.

"🎶FIRST STAR~"

CLANG

Now his right ankle is trapped too, as he's dragged towards the king.

"HOLD ON!" Asha tries to hold his hand.

"🎶I SEE TONIGHT~"

CLANG

One last chain locks itself on his left ankle. Aster is completely trapped.

"ASHA! RUN!" He let go of her hand, and just pleads for her to leave.

"🎶I WISH I MAY~"

The king keeps pulling the star teen with his staff, his voice sounds deranged with glee.

"🎶I WISH I MIGHT~"

Aster is trying to fly away but the chains weaken his powers, he's being pulled closer and closer to Magnifico.

"🎶HAVE THIS WISH I WISH TONIGHT~"

Aster and Magnifico are now face to face. The star looks at him furious, while the king just gives him a smug grin.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Magnifico asks sarcastically.

...

The rumble of thunder becomes a lightning in the distance.

Chapter 11

Final Thoughts

Yes Mag, you are, like always.

WOOOOOH this was a long one wasn’t it? Hehehe and the emotional rollercoaster ain’t over yet! I like to call this chapter the LYRICS REFERENCES chapter. Like seriously, referencing This Is The Thanks I Get in a way that was actually SCARY was so much fun!

Okay, now DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE ASHA???

This girl literally just made the people question everything BY SPILLING FACTS THAT SHE ALWAYS QUESTIONED HER WHOLE LIFE!

Magnifico was like: “lol go ahead, prove to them I’m evil” and then she spoke some facts and he was like “wait! That’s illegal!” even tho that’s literally what he asked her to do.

SHE ATE HIM UP AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!! IM SO PROUD OF MY BABY GIRL!!! LOOK AT HER STARTING A REVOLUTION THEY GROW UP SO FAST!!!

And like, yes that new found confidence is majorly because of Aster’s influence, by showing her that even with just music she can inspire others and make a difference… SO ASTER’S PLAN OF PLAYING MUSIC WASNT POINTLESS! HA! But like, that confidence was always deep within her, she just needed to let it out.

Also, I may have made a liiiiittle change while developing the story, see, before the reason why Asha was so out spoken in this scene was because she didn’t have her “I want to be accepted by others” wish inside her, so she kinda cared less about what others thought of her while speaking in public, which kinda is still what happened here, but I also added the factor that she created a NEW wish inside her, that’s why she wasn’t acting so weird like Simon for example.

Speaking of Simon BOY how am I gonna write him betraying the others after this??? Like, dude is waaaaay too DEEP into the propaganda to see all this take place and be like “nah the king definitely is right” YOU DENSE SLEEPY BOY HE LOOKED AT YOUR BEST FRIEND LIKE HE WANTED TO SNAP HER NECK.

Speaking on the king now… I love writing this dude, I’m sorry, it’s fun as heck, became my new addiction even. Like, the man is the whole package, he’s funny, pathetic and stupid sometimes, but also menacing, powerful and manipulative. And that’s not to mention THE ANGST of his past. You may have noticed how what really got him nervous was the mention of the past kings and how he was the one who ruined Rosas.

The tragedy behind this is that Magnus as a kid WANTED to be a good king, but he was told he had to do it the same way all the other ones that came before him did, he had to learn magic and grant the people’s wishes, but he didn’t want that, he wanted to be king his own way, and not have the people DEPEND ON HIM… HMMM. But then his parents just replaced him for his little brother as the heir, and he was forgotten, unloved and ignored. He realized he could NEVER grant his own wish of being king his own way, so he decided he would FIGHT for that wish… So now he makes sure NO ONE fulfills their dreams, the same way he never could, and he makes sure everyone remembers him, everyone loves him, and no one ignores him… So yeah he’s a brat, right? What a loser.

I STILL can’t put Amaya’s backstory into words BUT ILL WORK ON THAT!!! It’s kinda more complicated!

Oh and of course we can’t forget to talk about Aster… Boy sure can run can’t he?

Now about the people of Rosas, I’m sure y’all noticed how this is the second time we had a scene of the royal couple and Asha in front of a crowd, right? Yeah remember back then when we were on chapter 3? Good times. So ummm I mentioned that I don’t like writing scenes with crowds watching… And I still don’t, so why do I keep doing it? Well there’s a reason why this rewrite is called “The Kingdom of Wishes” and it’s not just because it’s a generic name, the second reason is because THE KINGDOM itself is A CHARACTER, and is in fact the character that needs rescuing. Like, those people are all victims, they don’t know they’re having their cultures erased from their minds or their interests twisted, and even their lives ruined by being turned into animals sometimes.

So we have like 3 scenes with a crowd in this story, the first was on chapter 3 when the whole crowd agreed with Magnifico and Amable 100%, then the second was this one where they just agree 50% if not less, and the last one will be the climax when they realize OH DANG YALL WE’VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED! THESE TWO MONARCHS ARE CRAZY AND NOT IN A WHIMSICAL WILLY WONKA WAY! So yeah, look forward to that…

If you’re wondering how close we are to the climax… Uuuuuuh let’s say we’re in the middle of the second act… This story is long.

One more thing, every single time I imagine the scene Asha is pulled back to the plaza while Aster is running all I can think about is this:

Anyway, see ya next time for more angst!

Thank You For Reading!

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Ted asking the reader out on a date and they r both super shy

Babe In The Records

Ted Logan x FEM!Reader

SUMMARY // You work at the record shop in the Sam Dimas mall and Ted finally finds the courage to ask you out..

TW // Fluff, Short and Sweet..

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

I agree with Ted.. ya'll are the most bodacious babes ever!!

Oh God.. there you were, just going through and organizing the records and tapes, and all Ted could do was stare.. He swore you were a goddess. Ted had met you when you were cleaning in the record store and he had bumped into you, quite literally.

The first time you met, Ted was literally running into the store, desperate to get a hold on the last Van Halen record before someone else did. Needless to say, he had mistook you for a buyer as you reached for the record and tackled you to the ground to reach it before you.. You were not impressed. You quickly explained to him that you were just moving it and that you worked at the record store. He felt pretty stupid after you told him that, bought the Van Halen record and quickly got out before he embarrassed himself more in front of you.

Ever since that first meeting, he's been wanting so desperately to make it up to you, and has tried to ask you out multiple times, but each time, he chickens out at the last moment.

But not today, oh no! Today is the day that he's gonna do it! (Though he tells himself this every time and never does..)

"Hey, dude! How's it hangin'!?" Ted asks cheerfully, bounding up to you like a golden retriever puppy.

You jump slightly, not expecting anyone to talk to you. You look up and see Ted, a big goofy smile on his adorably handsome face. You sigh and smile back. His cheerful self always made your day so much better..

"Today's been slow, but that's better than totally packed, I guess," you reply with a small smile, a tint of a blush running across your face, "but what about you, Ted? How're you?"

"Better now that I'm in the presence of a totally bodacious babe," Ted grins, but dies on the inside. Why did he say that's, she's gonna think he's weird, everyone does!

You laugh and blush, bashfully looking down, suddenly interested in the sneakers on your feet and smiling stupidly.

"Aww.. that's sweet Ted, but you don't have to butter me up, you know I have a soft spot for you. So, what do you need?" You ask, placing a hand on your hip, waiting for a request from him.

"W-would you like to, uh.." Ted trails off, blushing wildly, looking everywhere but at you. He shuffles a bit and takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"Would you wanna go and get a cheese pretzel with me some time..?" Ted asks shyly, his cheeks a bright red in embarrassment.

A huge smile forms on your lips, and you nod, excitement rushing through your body, your brain and heart both screaming at you to say something.

"Yeah! Yes, I'd love to Ted!" You bounce on the balls of your feet happily.

Ted's eyes light up at your response and does the biggest air guitar gesture of his entire life, so happy that you didn't reject him.

After he stops doing air guitar, he takes your hands in his, squeezing them lightly.

"Okay! Next time you're free, we'll go and get a cheese pretzel together, and we could chill at my house after and listen to some wicked tunes, yeah?" Ted says all in one breath, the doofy smile on his face never ceasing.

"That sounds awesome, Ted. I'm free on Saturday, okay?" You laugh at his enthusiasm. Not to make fun of him, but in pure unadulterated joy.

"Excellent! Meet me back here at the mall and we'll have the most excellent time, Babe!" He gives you a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek before running off back home to plan more for your totally wicked date.

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IN WHICH you reminisce on the romantic time you've spent with arthur during the aftermath of his death.

includes: arthur morgan x reader [red dead redemption x dangerously yours]

content warning: angst, major character death, widowed!reader. [GN]

a/n: oh my god, i'm so sorry.. i don't know i felt a little silly today. hoping ya'll will enjoy it.

word count: 1, 094

You will look into the face of passersby.

Your mind went blank after Arthur's death, and ever since that day, you've been aimlessly wandering from city, how long has it been after his death? You barely know what time it is, you just knew it was around the afternoon since the sun refused to set yet. You've been thirsting for revenge, you've longed for the death of Micah and Dutch after they were the sole reason for the gang to fall out like that. But was it really worth it? You'd tell yourself, yes of course it is. But in the end, it brings no one back. It doesn't bring Susan back, or Lenny, or Hosea, or Arthur. Your beloved, Arthur.

The annoying yet hard working cowboy you've come to love from the very core of your heart. The cocky bastard who'd make fun of your sardonic personality, but essentially admiring your confidence and enthusiasm.

— hoping for something that will, for an instant..

You believed that somehow, in some miracle magic, that he came back to you. That he survived his attack, that he made it out alive and is just waiting for you somewhere safe and sound. Somewhere warm, where you'd picture him peacefully drinking a cup of coffee as he sat on the rocking chair by a fireplace. But each time you looked into the eyes of a stranger or when you stopped to take a good look at someone, it wasn't him. He never returned. He will never return. You just couldn't accept it.

Bring me back to you.

You couldn't believe how incredibly lonely you felt each night you spent on your own, you couldn't even get to prepare your camping correctly because of how your hands were shaking in nothing but pure emotional agony, you were devoid of all comfort and joy. The only time you felt some kind of positive emotion was when John invited you to his wedding with Abigail for celebration, but you couldn't help and think to yourself: if he had more time, would we be married? Would we be dancing the way John sways with Abigail? Would we share our drinks and taste each other's food?

The lack of noises, the sounds of the crickets and animals of all species ruffling and jumping around your area were the only noises that filled that aching silence. Not the sound of laughter, or bottles clinking, or Javier's songs with the melody of his guitar in the back as he sang.

You will find moonlight nights strangely empty because..

And each time you'd think about Arthur, his name escaped your quivering lips, dry from how you've been dehydrating yourself and concealed any type of self-care treatment. You were miserable, beat up like an old dog. You wanted him back.

"Arthur."

Your voice echoed in the empty valleys that you've been camping in for quite a while. But nothing made you cry more than the awful silence of your environment, and it only made you bring your knees up to your face, embracing your legs with your arms as you dug your head in between them.

Passersby would've heard your sobs and sniffles, but you made sure you were quiet enough not to be spotted by anyone.

When you call my name through them, there will be no answer.

You missed the way he touched you so lovingly, as if you were his world, and all his care bestowed upon you made you feel special than any person in this god forsaken country. The idea of his cuddles would put your throbbing heart at ease as you thought about it, the way his muscular arms would keep you warm the way the campfire would make you melt like a puddle of lava. You missed how he'd teasingly press his lips against yours as a hum resonated through your intimacy, or how he'd land a few pecks on the nape of your neck before eventually leaving in the intention of gaining money, whether it'd be through bounty hunting, debt collecting or robbery. You didn't mind his wrong-doings, to you he was a good man.

He was a good man because he loved you like you were the only woman in the world, and he stared at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his, admiring your beauty and smile. He was a good man, because all he's ever known is the life of an outlaw and his gang, he was simply the consequence of growing up in a bad environment. He wasn't perfect, but he was the perfect amount of imperfect. And when he made you understand that you'd certainly be doing a mistake loving all over him, a little voice in your told you he may not be wrong. And he wasn't wrong. Not because of the way he treated you, but because he's plaguing your mind and thoughts like a disease. He's spreading all over you to the point where you'd feel body tense and your fingers getting numb.

He's the cowboy you love, oh so much.

Always your heart will be aching for me.

And while you've been traveling with no objectives or not purpose, you could only reminisce about those long roads you and Arthur had taken together. Then, you think about the time he told you to leave him while he would've been on his own against a bunch of your enemies.

He knew the outcome if you swooped in, trying to be heroic. He'd lost so much, he didn't want to lose you, and for his sake, you only ran because he told you to.

He told you to go and don't look back, yet you keep making the grievous mistake of always looking back, in hopes of seeing him. You can't stop looking back, because that's all you know. You only know how to remember and miss, you only relied on Arthur because he taught you everything you know, and now that you're left without guidance or a voice of reason, what else can you provide? How useful are you, now?

He's been reassuring you that you could be a use for something, and he kept including you in missions although you weren't a part of Dutch's plan, and now that he's gone, what are you? A sad widow?

And yet you still convince yourself that it was the right thing to do, because that's what Arthur wants you to think. That you did the right thing.

And your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did, a brave thing.

#arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #gender neutral reader #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 x reader #xreader #x reader #reader insert #heavy angst #arthur morgan angst #reader is gender neutral #widowed reader #🎀 : nexion 's fic

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Keep From Drowning

HI Ya'll I just came up with a little tid bit as I'm going through some heavy stuff right now, and I figured what is it that makes me happy. I put Jensen and Steve's Album on By Radio Company and I just listen to it over and over, somehow made me feel better. Remember if you are at a lost and need someone please don't hide it, look for help. I am here if you need someone to talk to. I may not answer right away if I am at work, but rest assured I am here. I know this song isnt his song, but the words are what came to my mind tonight.

Warnings: Can contain sensitive information, and sensory overload, Please don't read if you are struggling.

Jensen Ackles had always been the steadfast friend, the one who offered a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear to anyone in need. He had seen friends and colleagues through their darkest moments, but little did he know that the person who would need him the most was someone he held dear - Y/N.

Y/N had always been a bright and vivacious presence in Jensen's life. Her infectious laughter and boundless enthusiasm had been a beacon of light in his darkest days. But lately, Y/N had been withdrawing from everyone, her laughter replaced with silence, and her enthusiasm overshadowed by a profound sadness.

One evening, as Jensen returned home from a grueling day on set, he received a desperate message from Y/N, one that sent chills down his spine.

"I can't do this anymore, Jensen. I'm drowning, and I can't breathe."

Panic surged through him as he read those words. Without a second thought, he raced to Y/N's apartment, fearing the worst. He found her standing on the balcony, teetering dangerously close to the edge.

"Drowning," Jensen whispered under his breath, the lyrics of his own song echoing in his mind. He reached out, grabbing Y/N's arm and pulling her away from the precipice.

Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she fought against him, her voice trembling with anguish. "Let go of me, Jensen! I can't take it anymore. I just want it all to end."

But Jensen couldn't let go. He couldn't let Y/N slip away. The lyrics of his song seemed to blend with their struggle:

"I'm drowning, can't you see?

I'm sinking, helplessly,

In the depths of my despair,

But I won't let you go, I swear."

Jensen's voice was filled with determination as he held her close, his arms wrapped around her trembling form. "I can't do that, Y/N. I can't lose you. You mean too much to me."

Y/N's struggle continued, her desperation evident in every movement. "You don't understand, Jensen. I'm broken beyond repair. You can't save me."

Jensen sang softly, the words of his song mingling with their pain:

"I'm drowning, in this storm,

But I'll fight, to keep you warm,

Through the darkest of the night,

I won't give up this fight."

They stood there, locked in a heartbreaking struggle, Y/N fighting to break free, and Jensen refusing to let her go. In that moment, he realized that sometimes, the greatest act of love was not in letting someone go but in holding them tightly, even when they pushed you away.

As the minutes stretched into hours, Y/N's resistance began to wane. Exhausted and broken, she finally collapsed into Jensen's arms, her sobs echoing in the stillness of the night. He held her tightly, singing the lyrics of "Drowning" softly in her ear, promising to be there for her every step of the way.

As Y/N finally collapsed into Jensen's arms, her sobs echoing in the stillness of the night, Jensen held her tightly, singing the lyrics of "Drowning" softly in her ear. He promised to be there for her every step of the way.

The night was long, but Jensen remained a steadfast anchor. He held Y/N through her tears, offering a comforting presence that she hadn't realized she needed. They sat on the floor of her dimly lit living room, the lyrics of the song weaving through the air like a lifeline:

"I'm drowning, in this storm, But I'll fight, to keep you warm, Through the darkest of the night, I won't give up this fight."

Jensen wiped away Y/N's tears and whispered words of reassurance, reminding her that she was not alone in her struggle. As the hours passed, Y/N slowly began to open up, sharing the pain and despair that had been consuming her.

"I felt so lost, Jensen," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't see a way out, and I didn't want to burden anyone with my darkness."

Jensen held her face gently in his hands, his eyes filled with unwavering support. "You're never a burden, Y/N. We all have moments of darkness, but it's through sharing our pain that we find the strength to overcome it."

The night turned into dawn, and as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Y/N felt a glimmer of hope. Jensen had been there for her when she needed him the most, just as his song had promised:

"I'm drowning, can't you see? I'm sinking, helplessly, In the depths of my despair, But I won't let you go, I swear."

Their shared struggle had brought them closer than ever before. Y/N realized that she had found a lifeline in Jensen, someone who understood the depths of her despair and had refused to let her slip away.

With newfound strength, Y/N looked into Jensen's eyes and whispered, "Thank you, Jensen. I don't know what I would have done without you."

Jensen smiled softly, his heart filled with relief and love. "You don't have to thank me, Y/N. We're in this together now."

In that moment, they became more than friends. They became survivors, bonded by their shared journey through the darkness, and by the promise that they would be each other's guiding light.

@deans-baby-momma

#jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles #reader insert #jensen ackles fanfiction #reader fanfiction #supernatural rpf #mentally struggling #Female reader insert #heed the warnings please

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"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 1

YA'LL I POSTED THIS TO THE WRONG BLOG LMAO

please go to @blue--ingenue for future chapters/updates

Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: i have been diagnosed with quidditch player!Sebastian brainrot, and i'm about to make it everyone's problem. cue angst, mutual pining, fluff, and (eventually) a happy ending

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Your heels clicked across smooth marble as you strode to the Great Hall, arm-in-arm with Natty and Poppy. The heavy double doors were thrown open revealing hundreds of students embracing and chatting away. Although your robes were a rich scarlet, your gaze cut immediately to the sea of green, searching in vain for a head of chestnut curls. Observant as ever, Natty noted the anxious flick of your eyes and ribbed you, playfully.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s saving you a seat already,” she teased.

Distracted, you continued to sweep your gaze over the animated crowd. “Who?” you asked, your expression indicating that your attention was nowhere near the conversation at hand. Natty and Poppy shared a knowing look and unhooked their arms from yours. This seemed to finally be enough to pause your search. “Where are the two of you headed? We can still sit together until Headmaster Black begins the sorting,” you inquired.

“Natty and I have a few people we’d love to catch up with before then,” Poppy explained. A smile, one you had only ever seen when Natty was about to strike at Crossed Wands, formed as she added, “And I’m sure Sebastian is more than eager to see you again.”

And with that your friends stepped into the crowd and disappeared from sight. You decided to brush off their odd demeanors and made a beeline for the Slytherin table. Your gaze flicked from face to face, searching for storm-blue eyes and the head of brown locks that were never far away from them. You were nearing the end of the table, only a few seats left between yourself and the faculty seating, when a familiar pulse of light caught your eye.

“You aren’t rushing about on another of your adventures, are you? Term has barely begun,” the owner laughed. You blinked twice to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you before you registered that the young man speaking was none other than Ominis Gaunt.

“Ominis!” you exclaimed, embracing him with enough force that a puff of air left his lips. His enthusiasm matches yours as he huffs out your name, his voice muffled by your vise-like hug. The two of you catch up on your respective summers. Ominis doesn’t have much to say regarding his family, and you don’t press him for more. Returning to the Gaunt manor always takes its toll on Ominis, especially over the summer. You regale him with tales of star-charting and researching ancient magic. You had read nearly every written text on the subject before deciding to do a bit of research on your own. Ominis laughs, and you make a noise of confusion. You hadn’t said anything funny.

“You know you sound just like him. And before you ask, no, I have not yet had the chance to speak with him,” he declares. You could feign ignorance with Natty and Poppy (with varying results), but never with Ominis. He’d been the first to catch onto your feelings for his best friend and had since become your confidant. Before you can reply the candlelight shines upon a familiar shade of chestnut. Anne’s hair is pulled up into its usual bun and she adjusts it as she takes her first steps back into the Great Hall. She looks ecstatic, more stars in her eyes than you’ve seen in all the first-years combined. She spots you and Ominis and breaks into a grin that takes over her whole countenance. She immediately slides and weaves between students before crashing into Ominis with the same brute strength you had embraced him with just minutes ago. A figure leans against the door, his impossibly loving gaze following Anne’s warpath through the crowd. You inhale sharply as Sebastian Sallow comes fully into focus. He looks so different, and yet so unmistakably Sebastian. The light of a thousand flickering candles grace his features. ‘Solid’ is the only word you can think of to describe his transformation. He’d spurted at least six inches over the summer and you can’t help but notice the way he fills out his uniform. Even from here you can see the corded muscle of his forearms flex as he rolls his sleeves to his elbows. He looks about the hall, and his searching gaze is not unlike the one you expressed upon arriving. Your eyes meet, and even from across the hall you can see his shoulders sag in relief.

You had caught him asleep in the Undercroft once, one arm dangling over the couch as the other clutched a weathered novel to his chest. It was Pride and Prejudice, a muggle romance that you had since read cover-to-cover. Between one beat and the next you feel as though every loving word spoken between those pages sings through your blood. Elation flares from your chest and a few arcs of blue lightning crackle from your hands. Sebastian pushes through the crowd to get to you. His strength allows him to cut through the throng like a knife through warm butter and heat blossoms somewhere entirely different. He stops just short of you and you shoot from the bench, crossing the remaining few steps to your best friend. You raise your arms, not sure if you’re intending to hug him, but certain that you need to hold him. He makes it to you first. Just as you’re about to reach forward he captures your hands with the gentlest of grips and just- holds you. His hands have always been larger than yours, but with his proximity and the warmth radiating from his toned physique you’re struck by just how much he’s grown. Purely on instinct you fold your hands over his, relaxing into his grip.

“Hey you,” he smiles, gazing at you with an intensity you’ve only ever seen him sport while dueling.

“Hi,” you reply, eloquently. You feel giddy with happiness and you’re sure that your cheeks are flushing a deep crimson to match your robes. His right hand drifts toward the lock of hair that has fallen into your face and your breath catches at the proximity. His eyes are far away, yet determined. You tilt your head, ready to lean into his touch, when his hand makes an aborted motion and he scratches his head. Sebastian clears his throat and releases your hands, taking a step back.

“It’s ah- It’s good to see you,” he says sincerely. You feel a familiar wave of disappointment roll over you. Whatever had charged the air between you mere moments ago dissipated instantly. “It’s good to see you, too,” you muster. You open your mouth to say something, but are cut off by Headmaster Black calling for the sorting to begin. You glance sheepishly at Sebastian before heading back to the Gryffindor table to sit with Natty. From across the hall, you swear you can almost feel his gaze on you. Turning your attention to the podium, you sigh. This was going to be an interesting year.

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #slytherin #gryffindor #angst #mutual pining #fluff #fluff and angst #fanfiction #ao3 #dark academia

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blue--ingenue · 10 months

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"Evasive Maneuvers" - Preview to Part 4

Author's Note: hello my loves :) i'm not sure how much time i'll have for writing over the weekend since my summer classes are kicking my ass, but i'm reaaly excited about the upcoming chapters (jealous Sebby in Potions, Sebastian vs. Garreth at the upcoming quidditch match 😊) and i wanted to give ya'll a little treat hehehe. see yall soon xoxo

Sebastian cursed as his shoe caught on a loose floor tile, nearly stumbling down the short flight of steps leading to the Potions classroom. He’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed and everything else had gone downhill from there. He’d arrived at morning quidditch practice to an onslaught of rain. Despite the wind and near-torrential downpour, Imelda had insisted they run drills until their allotted hour on the pitch was up. It was their final practice before their match against Gryffindor. Not only was it one of the most anticipated matches of the season, but Madam Kogawa had also chosen this particular match to evaluate the two houses’ players for a chance to represent the school at the Championships. Sebastian barely had time to cast a half-arsed drying charm over his robes before realizing Potions had started ten minutes ago. Now he was barreling through the halls, irritated and hoping that his tardiness wouldn’t affect his partner’s grade as well as his own.

Remembering that his best friend stood just beyond the door in front of him, he paused to run a hand through his unruly curls and adjust his tie. He hadn’t abandoned all decorum in his tardiness, thank you very much. For some reason she was the only one he cared to check his appearance for. The whole world could think him a rumpled, muddy mess, but as long as he maintained his dashing charm in front of her, he was content. This was, of course, all due to the fact that she was his best chum. That was the only reason he could think of. She was a fixture in his life, occupying more space in his heart and his head than he had the words to describe. So it naturally followed that her opinion would matter above the rest. It had been like this for as long as he could remember. Just last week he’d spent the galleons he’d been saving for some new quidditch gloves on a lovely necklace for her. He told her he’d come across it just as he was leaving Honeydukes. In truth, he’d spotted it at Gladrags a week before the start of term and knew it would look perfect on her. He’d only visited the sweetshop after he had acquired the necklace. He decided to downplay his enthusiasm for her gift, just in case she got the wrong idea.

Sebastian was no fool to the nuances of courtship. Ominis had approached him over the summer to ask him for his blessing about courting Anne. Solomon, who had always had a soft spot for the Gaunt boy, and encouraged his endeavor with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. Both boys knew that Anne was her own woman and that asking for his blessing was a mere formality, but Ominis insisted on speaking to both of her remaining family members just in case. He knew what it was like to lose family and he didn’t want to risk causing a rift between any of the Sallows.

Sebastian’s feelings toward his Gryffindor weren’t similar in the least. He’d seen witches and wizards fawning over one another as they walked arm-in-arm at Hogsmeade. He knew how ridiculous his classmates would act when the object of their affections glanced their way. Sebastian Sallow had never acted that way with her a day in his life. Sure, her presence left him invariably flustered, but that was simply because they were the closest of friends. He didn’t know how to put a name to the feelings she roused within him, but calling it something as trivial as “infatuation” seemed nothing less than insulting. No, she was far too extraordinary for that.

Taglist: @snickette, @findingtruenorth23, @plooloo, @paganicher, @smilesworldsposts,@snoozebun

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #angst #pining #fluff

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constellationcrowned · 2 months

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Everyone needs to read this post please and thank you!!

Rather than make a poll about this ongoing issue that's impossible to parse bc I can't see who picked what specifically I'll do this another way: Help me help you by telling me why you don't actively interact. I post and reblog plenty of content all day every day that can be sent in, utilized, etc and it's crickets from ya'll all of the time and that's frustrating af and we need to work things out.

It'd be a different situation if I never offered stuff like calls or what have you; that'd be my bad and I'd need to work on being more proactive, but I'm already doing that and it goes nowhere. I'm constantly offering to help you guys---like right now, because I know the majority of you have read a post similar to this from me and you're gonna do it again---and I mean it every single time no matter how many times I offer it but on the flip side of things you guys need to actually take me up on what I'm offering.

I'm not offering to help merely for fun, you know? I'm offering to help because I understand that this shit can be difficult, it can be hard to talk to people, hard to interact with super niche fandoms and characters, and so on, and there's nothing wrong with having trouble but after a certain point if you continuously refuse to step out of your bubble or accept someone trying to help you the fear argument kinda loses validity, at least in regards to rp related stuff. I'm extending a hand and you need to fucking grab on because chances are the thing that's stopping you---be it you need help with the characters or the lore, you need me to type the first interaction, we need to have an ooc chat about what interests us, whatever it is---can be resolved but we need to fuckin communicate. I'm already meeting all of you halfway; honestly I've been meeting you guys more than halfway for awhile now, and now you need to step up and get in here.

Now does this mean that I'm going to stop offering to help, providing opportunities to interact through calls, memes, etc? Absolutely not. That would defeat the whole purpose and, again, I love offering such things and will continue to do so because it's not only part of what I need to do as a good rp partner I also enjoy doing so, plain and simple. All that I'm asking is that my mutuals (and yes, this applies to everyone, because even those who've followed me for months or years across multiple blogs fail to engage, it's not just newer folks) be more proactive in general. If I'm offering to help you or posting a call or whatever else? Engage. Ask questions. Send a meme. Tell me you want to interact even if you don't know how and we'll figure it out together. I'm tired of constantly chasing people or pulling proverbial teeth, especially when it's completely unnecessary. Communicate and engage with enthusiasm; both on your own and when I offer, and we'll be writing together in no time. Stop getting in your own way. Stop depriving yourselves. Let's have fun and actually fuckin write together.

#;;ooc: mun muttering #I'm going to start unfollowing people/breaking mutuals at this rate; I'm tired of the constant struggle #this was going to be longer but I wanted to keep the tone positive so tl;dr version it is #because I really am very very very very frustrated and this unfortunately isn't a new thing #you don't have to be perfect or engage with *everything* ofc (bc not everything works for everyone and that's fine)#but the constant dead silence no matter what I say or do or post? that isn't ok and shouldn't be a thing #so just be proactive and communicate; no matter how simple; and I'll work with you it's that easy #we're all here to write together so why aren't we? it doesn't have to be complicated

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recurring-polynya · 2 years

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I have nothing to ask. Just came to say I'm in love with Renji and Renji/Rukia ship which has reignited my Bleach love and I appreciate ya'll very very much. Thank you<3

It's an exciting time to be a fan, with the new anime back! The current Renruki sub-fandom is fairly small and quiet, but everyone is very nice, and we're lucky to have some very talented people. The TYBW was such a great arc both for Renji and Renruki as a tag team, I've been really optimistic that we'll get some new and returning fans (maybe even...some new fanfic writers??? or artists? hope springs eternal!! I'm also just happy to have people bring their enthusiasm and wonderful selves) In other words, welcome!!! We're so glad you're here!!!

For you and any other new Renruki shippers that might be reading this, I hope you know that we are just spinning up plans for a Renruki week in January. You can follow @renrukiweek (and RenrukiWeek on Twitter) We're currently running some interest polls for prompts, and we'd love to get your input.

We've also got a Renruki Discord server. It's very chill, and a good opportunity to get sneak peaks at fanfic and fanart or to gush about an AU you've got in mind. We've even got a baking channel if you need advice on your pie crust or want to show off your buttercream piping. [Note: Discord invite links expire, so if this post if more than a week old, feel free to DM me or reply to this post for a fresh one]

#renruki

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breannasfluff · 5 months

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raaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

I'm late to the online creator appreciation day but I shall make up for it in enthusiasm!!!

I'm gonna be honest, it's almost embarrassing how often I try to rope my irl friend (and sometimes complete strangers lol) into conversations about LOZ->LU->Breannasfluff

The French theologian, Alain de Lille once said, "All roads lead to breannasfluff fics" or something like that idk

My friend I simply cannot put into words how cool your works are and how much they've inspired me. I'm so grateful for how your fics have touched my heart and so very grateful to have met you and your circle of friends online. Every once-in-a-blue moon I find fics that stay in my heart. Often they were few and far between, but you have become a core author for me. I'm able to browse through your collection and know that no matter what I click on, I'm gonna thoroughly enjoy it. I'm not even sure how I found the first fic I ever read from you but at this point I'll just chalk it up to fate. I feel so excited whenever you announce a new project or tease an idea for a new chapter. I like carving out a little time in my day too curl up and scroll through a new chapter and smile at whatever fluffy shenanigans you've got the LU boys involved in next. The good feelings I get from your fics permeate all aspects of my life. Instead of just a little pocketful of happy fics, I've got a whole catalogue of good vibes to go back to and read until I fall asleep. Good dreams in sleep and in the waking world because of it.

You're a blessing, Bre. Never forget that 💛

I love that I'm quoted in french history <3 I've made it, ya'll! And look, I'll take appreciation any day of the week don't worry ;)

Thank you so much for the kind words! I'm so happy I got to meet you and that you commented your way through all the stories! I had a lot of fun reading that.

I can't wait to get to know you more moving forward!

#asks #content creator appreciation

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how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au · 4 months

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Holy hell I had to scroll so far down to find my ask ya'll speak so quickly

My pronouns are He/They/She :)

You might have to make a sideblog just for all the anons lmao the amount of asks is actually nuts

- 🥚

Yeah. I'm almost tempted to close the ask box just because this is starting to get a little stressful. Trying to keep up with everybody lol. I love you guys and I love the enthusiasm, but I'm having such a hard time keeping up!

#q&a

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mareenavee · 9 months

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14, 20,22 for the positivity asks! <3

Hi Orfeo!! Thank you for these!!!

Fandom Positivity asks from this meme here.

14. A ship or character that you started liking because of someone else (give them/their works a shout out!)

Oh well immediately give me a hard question to answer why don't you? I've been really inspired by a lot of fics lately, but I have to toss this first one to @thana-topsy for Breathing Water -- Neloth/Teldryn. I didn't see it before, as I write them as friends BUT oh man. I see it now and am fully on board of this ship.

Here's a favorite moment and it's just...I love it for so many reasons. But what leads up to this, and the choices made before hand, and all the FEELS before this and after? Augh. I cannot. So I share from chapter 9:

“Neloth!” His head shot up, eyes wide. Teldryn stood there, still in full armor, the buggy eyes of his chitin helmet looking down at him. Disbelief. Followed by an emotion Neloth couldn’t quite put a name to. He began to shudder, unable to stop the laughter that bubbled up and out of him. His vision went blurry as he stared at Teldyn’s boots. “What on Nirn is wrong with you?” “I did it,” Neloth wheezed. “I actually did it.” He laughed a little louder. “Take that , Divayth Fyr, you bastard!”

Thank you for the gift that is this fic, Topsy, seriously. The ship just works.

20. Give kudos to someone who is a devoted fan (either of your own works or others’)

Ohhh man. Let's give a huge round of applause for @archangelsunited for not only being a phenomenal writer but also a phenomenal reader and friend. And for leaving a fuck ton of comments on my ultra long fic as well as markedly more long fics than I have finished so far in my time. Like. Hats off to you, my friend. Here's one of my favorite comments on World (chapter 8) that I'm still cackling over:

I am sorry, how dare? How dare you. My soul, it is crushed. You have lured me into despair with your words and I demand recompense. I demand a duel.

We did, in fact, duel. Twice now. (: Fandom hero, this one. Thank you, AU, always, for all the effort.

22. Give kudos to someone who deserves recognition for their contributions to the fandom (event mod, server mod, creator of rec lists, etc.)

I'm going to shout out my fellow Librarians and Assistant Librarians for helping run our little writer's cohort.

@paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @elfinismsarts and @thequeenofthewinter. You are all amazing and do fantastic work. The positivity and the mutuality and the encouragement here on tumblr, on AO3 and in our server is inspiring. Your writing, your comments, your enthusiasm and most of all your cheerleading helps make all of this not only possible but very fulfilling and worth it to participate in. More positivity in the fandom spaces we're a part is always a good thing, and the work ya'll do <3 AUGH. I cannot overstate how much I appreciate you guys.

#AskMareena #positivity asks #fanficblr #tes #tesblr

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pastafossa · 1 year

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pasta thank you for being you. your humor, your stories, it’s the only thing keeping me sane in uni right now. bit sad but im basically being bullied rn by p much my entire suite, I feel like I don’t belong, im questioning every relationship I’ve made w my dorm mates but through it all, you have been a beautiful soul that lets me forget abt all this shit and run away to the hound!verse. really wish i had someone to cuddle w but I’ll settle for some Matt!cuddles ™️ written by the one and only you cuz gods know they’ve made me feel better before.

but anyways, love you

I'm so so sorry you're having a bad time rn anon! 😞If it helps I went through a loooong period of bullying and feeling like I didn't belong for ages when I moved to my previous state, and that lasted for a while, so I know exactly how you feel. It's incredibly isolating and definitely a struggle. Ironically it was online fan groups that eventually helped me find my people, people who didn't think I was weird or an outsider or dumb or talked too much (yeaaaah the enthusiasm ya'll see here was not approved of back in old town). I found my happy open self again and a good friend group, people I eventually vacationed with and still talk to now even years later. And your people are out there too, some of them probably feeling the exact same way you do! Just gotta hang on and keep trying to find them wherever they are, whether it's other trt readers or dd fans or another fandom. It will get better, I swear.

Until then, I'm so happy TRT (and my posts!) can be your escape hatch to somewhere happier for a bit. <3 I get the catharsis of Matt!Cuddles 100%!

Love you bunches back!

#ask response #the red thread #fr i know how you feel anon and it's not fun #the happy upbeat enthusiastic person i am was in a coma for a while when things were bad #but it gets better #you find your friends and they support you and you get to be *you* and you'll find that too #even if it's really hard to see rn #and i'm glad trt could help and so could my posts!#i found SO much escape in fandom #i can't remember how many hours i dropped into dragon age and mass effect which were my escapes at the time #it got me through a lot and if trt can do that for you all the better!

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corishadowfang · 1 year

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Any or all! ✨(favorite comments?) 🦋(favorite character to write?) 🎨(fan art you’d like to see) 🤔 (would you write something canon?)

(For this)

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

THERE ARE SO MANY. Seriously, I've been super lucky in that all my readers have been amazingly kind. I want to cheat a little and say that all of the comments on Fallen Stars have currently made me cry a little bit, haha, just because I expected it to like...appeal to myself and like two other people, and then a whole bunch of you appeared. (Uh, I know some of you guys are on tumblr, so you, @blazernot, @kicktwine, @serenedash--you guys have all made me cry happy tears over the last week-ish, haha.)

BUT ALSO--a lot of the comments towards the end of Dandelion Seeds made me super emotional. Some of the final comments I got from you, @hallowed-nebulae, @chibifightfu, @roxasthatisastick, and a whole bunch of other people just made me super emotional, because that fic was such a big labor of love and I was so happy that it resonated with so many of you guys.

...Basically, a lot of you have made me emotional, haha, and I feel like I don't say it enough, but: thank you guys so much, both for the enthusiasm and the kindness. Ya'll are amazing.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Skuld!! I adore all of the Union Leaders, haha, but I think I've just been in Skuld's head so often (between...three long stories that I've written for her now) that I'm very attached to her.

That said, Luxu is also a ton of fun. He's that kind of manipulative, "you can never really tell what he's thinking" archetype that's really fun to explore. He's unsettling, and there's a lot going on in his head, and it makes it really hard to figure out what's genuine about him and what isn't. It makes him complex, and that's super interesting.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

ANY AND ALL. Haha, seriously, though, I'm excited any time I see fanart for my stuff. If I really had to choose, though, Skuld's confrontation with Luxu from On the Edge of Daybreak comes to mind, just because it was such an intense scene to write (and so much fun to finally get to).

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

Oh, man, I have...so many mixed feelings on this one. Because on the one hand, getting to write canon KH content would be AMAZING. But on the other, it'd mean I probably couldn't write/read KH fanfic anymore, since there can be legal complications around that. Plus, I'd also...probably feel a little weird about it? Mostly in the sense that I don't feel like I deserve it more than anyone else, aha. So...it's a strong maybe.

#kingdom hearts #dandelion seeds #on the edge of daybreak #fallen stars #thank you for the ask!!#haha ah there are probably more people who left kind comments that have tumblr accounts #i'm just...not sure what they are #or are forgetting them #so if you've ever left a nice comment on my stuff--please know that i love you (platonically)

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nickyroethemarinebiologist · 5 months

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Hello everyone once again it is pirate time!! I'm not MASSIVELY proud of this one but there are some moments I love a lot. So hopefully ya'll like it (and thank you again to anyone who takes the time to read this!! Giving you all a big (platonic) kiss on the forehead)

Chapter II

Linsey woke the next morning and went at once to Timor’s cabin, somewhat shameful of his apparent neglect now that he was well-rested and rational in his thinking. The dragonet seemed pleased enough, despite his absence; he raised his head as Linsey entered, and flicked his tail in delight.

The cook brought his breakfast, a large fish caught that very morning, and Timor devoured it in a matter of seconds, bones and all. Linsey watched in near silence, and called for a bucket and some rags; he was not worried so much as for Timor himself, the dragonet seemed happy enough to lick his claws clean, and did so in contented silence. But the remains of his messy meal were left strewn at his feet, and Linsey did not want him treated like a wild beast; he endeavoured to cleaning away the gore himself, for Timor’s sake as much as that of the ship itself.

The rest of the week passed similarly; Linsey visited Timor at his every chance, and found he proved good company, though he hardly spoke when he was eating, and slept otherwise. The crew took to fishing in their spare moments; many seemed to enjoy it, and most only liked to be of help, but in any case, Timor accepted everything brought to him with great enthusiasm. He grew alarmingly, and by the end of it, he was near as tall as Linsey himself; he told Timor in good humour that he might surpass him soon enough, and Timor gave a pleased rumble which passed for something like laughter.

Linsey took him to the deck every morning, or near enough, so that Timor would not feel a prisoner aboard the ship; he craned his neck over the railing and watched the waves with curious intent, and Linsey found himself warmed by his interest, and set to answer every inquiry Timor gave. Estella, for her part, did not care for him so much, but as the crew grew steadily accustomed to the dragon’s presence aboard, she quickly followed, and by the end she appeared quite comfortable; at the very least she no longer startled when Timor so much as lifted his head in her direction.

At night, Timor slept at his cabin; Linsey grew worried for his spending the nights alone, and slept in the cot beside him. He left his cabin to Richards, with little reluctance, and found he slept easily with the dragonet at his side, or when he could not, they spoke softly in the dark, and the company proved comfort enough.

Timor was content enough, and slept at his spot on the floor; Linsey ordered sailcloth to be laid out beneath him, and brought the lantern to his side, so that he might find a little warmth. He settled into the cloths with a pleased murmur, and gave no complaints until much later, midway through the second week. Linsey woke in the night to find him murmuring in a low voice; he sat up, worried in an instant. “Timor?” He called softly, so as not to startle him.

Timor looked up at him, his eyes glinted in the dark. “Linsey,” He said quietly, “I’m sorry; I did not mean to wake you,”

“No matter,” Linsey said; something of a lie, since his voice was thick with sleep, and he felt some quiet discomfort at having been woken so late in the night. “Is something wrong?”

Timor fell quiet for a long moment, enough that Linsey began to wonder if the dragonet had heard him at all. Then his head drooped, and he spoke so softly that Linsey could scarcely hear him. “No, you should not worry.”

Linsey frowned; Timor had been unfalteringly open with his every concern and curiosity before now, a delight as much as a disturbance. Had he given Timor reason to worry, perhaps of his earlier reluctance, he would only curse himself; he climbed from his cot, and patted the dragon’s side.

“If you have any worry at all, dear fellow, then say it, and I might offer some help,” He said.

Timor raised his head, with a look just short of hope. “Well,” He said, more easily now. He hooked one claw around the rope at his neck and pulled on it in clear discomfort. “It is this rope, it chafes, and I do not see why I have to wear it.”

Here Linsey paused; for the first days of Timor’s passage aboard, he had considered the rope a necessity, lest Timor take off when he was led to the deck, or wander about the ship and alarm the crew. But many nights had passed since, and Timor had not shown any sign of fleeing; indeed, Linsey had largely forgotten the rope was there at all, or what he had ordered it for, and now that it had been brought to his attention he felt it unfair to force Timor to wear it any longer, if it caused him such discomfort.

So he smiled quietly, and said, “Then I see no reason why you can’t have it off.”

Timor brightened at once, and flicked his small ears in obvious delight; Linsey felt some immediate shame at having to diminish his mood so quickly afterwards.

“But Timor,” He said slowly, hoping the dragonet would not press him; he had not yet told Timor of the harnessing, and in truth could not be sure if he would accept this so easily as his name, nor if he should be allowed to wander the ship free. But he saw no reason otherwise, and added only, “I should have to call for Mr. Tunnock first, he has your harness, and if you will wear that instead you might find it more comfortable, and we can take you up to the deck whenever you like.”

Timor considered this for a very long moment; he turned to scratch at his neck, where the rope had indeed begun to chafe, and said with unconvincing disinterest, “If you please.”

Linsey left with a short goodbye, and found Mr. Tunnock upon the deck, talking quietly with a few of the ship’s hands; he smiled pleasantly when Linsey caught his attention, though his expression was oddly detached, as it usually was. He took Linsey below and showed him to his corner of the crew’s quarters; he had indeed been working dutifully at the harness for the better part of a week, and presented it to Linsey with obvious pride. It was not yet finished, an ugly, cumbersome thing made of leather strips sewn together with buckles of varying sizes, plainly taken from various places around the ship; Linsey wondered if the crew themselves had given up parts of their attire, and thought with quiet pride that Timor might in some way wear a part of the ship itself upon his back.

He resolved to tell him as such afterwards, while Mr. Tunnock waved him away and set to finishing the harness; he had no doubt Timor would find it a famous idea, and at the very least it might distract from the unsightly look of the harness itself.

Mr. Tunnock was finished in impressive speed, and loaded the harness into Linsey’s arms without ceremony; it was heavier than he had expected, and awkward to hold, so he thanked Mr. Tunnock quickly, and took his leave. He assumed at least that the harness was functional, and only hoped that Timor would find it comfortable enough; he thought at the very least that he could wrap cloth around the buckles to keep them from chafing, and told Timor upon his return that he need not wear it if he thought it at all distressing.

His anxieties were relieved at once; Timor only sniffed the harness curiously, his flat tongue slipping out to taste it, then he sat back on his haunches and looked up expectantly.

“You’ll wear it?” Linsey said, holding the harness rather stupidly before him.

Timor nodded, an odd motion, with the head bobbing at the end of his long neck. “I’d like to have this rope off now.”

The assembly itself proved difficult; Linsey fumbled with the straps and buckles, his hands increasingly clumsy, and fussed when he thought it too tight. Timor only snorted, pleased enough to be without leash, though he scratched at the harness straps, and turned twice in circles to judge its appearance.

Shortly it was all done, and Timor pushed the side of his head into Linsey’s hand gratefully; Linsey found himself smiling fondly, and patted the smooth scales. He took him afterwards to the deck, and sent one of the hands to give Mr. Tunnock his thanks. The crew met Timor with obvious excitement, and crowded him while they fawned over the harness; Timor enjoyed the attention well enough, he raised his head proudly, and was just short of beaming when he joined Linsey at the railing afterwards.

Linsey watched the rising crests of every swell upon the water, wholly lost in his thoughts; the sun was rising over the horizon, casting every wave in colour, with such vast splendour that Linsey was at once taken by the view. He felt some quiet comfort when Timor came to his side, familiar in his presence; the dragon was quiet, Linsey assumed he was watching the waves, and only recalled his company when he said softly, “What are you doing, Linsey?”

Linsey blinked and looked down at him, fondly. “I am watching the sea, Timor,” He said, “As another man might watch the sun at dusk.”

Timor settled into quiet again, Linsey turned to him; he was watching the sea closely, almost solemn, as though trying to replicate Linsey’s own admiration for the waves. The wind buffeted lightly at his wings, they folded outwards to an impressive length, and Linsey watched with sudden wonder; the scales were near gold beneath the rising sunlight, which shone upon his face much like the glow of a flame. Linsey had thought him impressive before, now he wondered quietly at the curve of Timor’s wings, like the sails of a ship upon his back, only a ship could never surpass Timor of his intelligence, nor the innate fondness Linsey felt for him now.

Smiling, Linsey looked again to the sea. He felt oddly at peace, in such a way he had not known, perhaps not since that first passage out to sea: a novelty in departure, in much the same way.

“I do like the colours,” Timor said, “It is beautiful, is it not?”

“Oh, exceedingly so,” Linsey said.

Timor looked up at him. “Is that why you like it?” He said, at which Linsey paused. It was not so much admiration that he felt when he looked out upon the water, though indeed he thought it impressive, but a respect for the sea, and the power it displayed: in every swell, and the mighty waves they bore.

He turned to Timor; the dragonet was watching him carefully, and Linsey felt at odds for a moment before he said, “Not as such, dear fellow, but I admire it.” Here he stopped and frowned; it was not a little embarrassing to share such things aloud, and before now he had scarcely uttered a word of this interest, except perhaps to Richards, when the man had met him alone upon the deck. But now, oddly, he felt scarcely any need to hide himself; Timor had passed no judgement of him since their meeting, and watched with quiet curiosity, or perhaps even affection, only hindered by his clear impatience at Linsey’s hesitance.

“I was a sailor before a pirate, and a boy before that,” Linsey said slowly, “The sea has been home to me far longer than anywhere else. I do not claim to know it, but I show it my admiration at every chance, and only hope it might welcome me kindly at my death.”

“But that will not happen yet?” Timor said, with noticeable concern. Linsey looked at him with a frown; he had not meant to give Timor cause for worry, and felt some shame at having done so with such ignorance.

“No, Timor,” He said, and patted his smooth scales, by way of reassurance as much as apology. “Not in the least.”

Much later, in the weeks that passed since, Linsey woke again at Timor’s side, when some shift in the waves roused him. Timor had been moved up to the quarterdeck after the cabin became too small; their holdings had been shifted to the bow to act as a counterbalance, and he had settled with little more than a yawn. Linsey went with him, feeling it his duty, and had found it comfortable enough, warm despite the cool nights with Timor sleeping so close; his scales seemed to give warmth of their own.

Now Timor’s eyes were closed to drowsy slits, and his sides rose softly as he breathed, looking wholly at peace; Linsey found himself smiling involuntarily in looking upon him. It was scarcely morning; the sun was not yet risen, and the hands were climbing about the rigging and passing shouts of good humour between them as they worked. Linsey watched in silence; the men had not yet noticed him awake, sheltered at Timor’s side, and Linsey was content enough to observe. At the very least, it gave him purpose as much as a moment of peace; he pondered the waves, and Timor’s every breath, like the beginnings of a gale.

“Timor?” He said softly; he could not be sure the dragon was sleeping, and had no desire to wake him if he was. Timor’s eye slid open and he raised his head, looking curiously down at Linsey. His gaze held an odd amount of concern; Linsey felt some faint amusement at such a beast holding so much care for him, and felt only fonder for it.

“Linsey,” said Timor, “Is everything alright?”

Linsey smiled. “All is well, dear fellow, I had not meant to wake you.”

Timor snorted abruptly, and shook his head, “You did not wake me, Linsey,” He said, defensively, “I was only resting my eyes. You looked very peaceful, though.” He added, at Linsey’s frown, and his eyes glimmered with mischief; Linsey laughed, with surprising ease, and Timor rumbled with delight. He curled his tail around himself and laid his head at Linsey’s side; Linsey stroked the scales of his neck, which had speckled and darkened to a near gold in his weeks of growth, and now shone like bronze in the light of dawn.

After some quiet, he said, “Linsey?”

“Hm?”

Timor paused, and did not speak further. Linsey patted his scales, hoping to ease some of his discomfort; he nestled closer with a grateful rumble. “I am only thinking of the boy,” He said, at which Linsey frowned; he had all but forgotten that boy, dead among sailcloth, and felt faint queasiness as much as unease in remembering him. Timor seemed to sense this; he curled his tail closer around them both, sheltering Linsey with the warmth of his scales. “He spoke to me, when I was in the shell—he told me pirates were vicious, and gave no mercy, and that you were awfully cruel,” He said, “And he told me that if you ever were to find us, you would steal me away.”

His voice was soft, and achingly uncertain; Linsey drew his lips to a thin line and cursed the boy for his cruel words, for Timor’s sake as much as his own. He felt some remorse immediately afterwards — the boy had been young, and perhaps had only known the tales of savagery told to him by his superiors. But he held little shame, and cursed himself for that too, though contented with the thought of the boy at peace beneath the waves, for better or for worse, which ever showed true the quickest.

“But that can’t be true, you are much too kind,” Timor said, with some insistence. Linsey blinked and found the dragon watching him in earnest; he smiled stiffly, occupied in his thoughts. Timor fixed him with an oddly serious look, and asked, “Did you steal me away, Linsey?

Linsey blinked at him, with faint surprise; his smile relaxed at once to an expression of fond amusement. “No, Timor, unless you mean by accident; we had no idea you were on the ship until you came out onto the deck yourself,” He said.

Timor thought for a moment, looking out upon the sea. “I would not have minded so much, if you had,” He said, “The ship is mostly comfortable, and the crew are kind,” He sniffed disdainfully and added, “And no stowaway would ever hope to be as nice as you.”

He said this quite normally, and without embellishment; Linsey looked at him in alarm. It was the highest form of praise, to be thought of so highly by a beast who might just as easily crush him without care, and Linsey found he was not able to find the words to speak; indeed, he thought Timor impressive, but to receive such a sentiment in return was not something he had prepared for. Emboldened, he said, “Do you know why we roam the seas, Timor?”

Timor turned his head to look at him, puzzled, and Linsey realized with sudden shame that although he had answered each question Timor gave with as much patience as he could summon, he had scarcely made the same attempt in return. But Timor did not stop to question him, and said with great uncertainty, “It is because you find it beautiful, is it not?”

Linsey smiled. “No, though I suppose I cannot fault you for thinking so,” He said, “And I know of men who think it reason enough. No, I thank the sea for something far more valuable; it is vast, Timor, far greater than you or I, if you can imagine it.” He paused, and found himself smiling, somewhat solemn; he had thought those same words many times over, but had not until now found the courage to share them aloud. “We might go anywhere, if we had the means and the desire.” He added, more softly.

Timor was quiet; he turned his head over the horizon, deep in thought. “Oh,” He said, and raised his gaze to the sky; Linsey followed him, and raised a shielding hand when the sun caught his eyes. “Might I go flying, if I wanted?” Timor partly unfolded his wings, and looked to Linsey with a gleam in his eyes.

Linsey frowned; Timor was taller than him now, and by a considerable amount, yet somehow his gaze, though insistent, did not bear down — rather, it looked up.

“Now, Timor,” He said slowly; if Timor were to fly off here, so far from land, he might never find his way back, and the prospect of losing him so soon gave Linsey far greater sorrow than he had expected. “You have not flown before, it would be a damned shame if you failed so far out at sea; we might lose you completely.”

Timor drooped, his shoulders hunched with disappointment, but settled when he saw the sense in Linsey’s words. Linsey smiled with amusement and patted his side; his irrational fondness for Timor at once dismissed his doubts, and there was a note of affection in his voice when he said, “But I suppose I could not keep you, if you so wished. You might at least wait until the men fish up your breakfast,” He added hastily, when Timor brightened and again gathered his wings, “I have not flown before, but I suspect it would take a great deal of energy.”

The meal was brought at Linsey’s command, caught fresh by the hands and handed off by Cates, who went afterwards to fetch Tomkins, not before hastily asking Linsey of his permission. The boys returned and greeted Timor like an old friend, and talked with him excitably as he ate; Timor focused little on either of them, occupied by the prospect of flight, but he flicked his tail happily, and gave every answer he could spare the time for. He devoured his meal impatiently, and took his leave of the boys without farewell; Linsey raised his brow pointedly when they met at the railing, and Timor sheepishly told him he had only forgotten in favour of his own excitement. In any case, neither Cates nor Tomkins took notice; they stepped politely away to watch, whispering loudly between themselves. Linsey could not fault them for it; he himself was beginning to feel a faint thrill, and clasped his hands together upon the railing to keep himself from fidgeting.

“Are you ready, Timor?” He said.

Timor looked up from licking his claws clean, and nodded fervorously. “You might come with me, if you like?” He suggested, spreading his wings.

His gaze was near hopeful; Linsey felt some quiet shame at refusing him. He smiled ruefully, only hoping Timor would not think himself rejected, and said, “No, Timor, I am a man of the sea; I’m not certain I would survive the trip, though perhaps on another day we might try it together—”

Timor was in the air before he could finish, the ship rocking in his wake. Linsey ducked and clung to the railing to keep himself from slipping and tumbling over the deck; then he pulled himself together and gaped at the sky while Timor spiralled into the air, tail sweeping out in great arcs behind him like a whip. He climbed at an impressive speed, the long wings stretched out at great lengths on either side of them as he turned in slow circles above the Delight.

Timor stooped abruptly, wings folded tight against the long body; Linsey thought for a moment he would slam into the deck, and fought against the instinct to duck, then the great wings snapped open and Timor swept over the ship, close enough to touch the mast and bring a great gust of wind through the sails. He sailed over the waves with impressive grace, scarcely beating his wings at all except to climb again and snap into a display of tight spirals, for Linsey’s benefit as much as his own.

The boys sent a great cheer after him as he flew low over the ship, chasing him across the deck and falling heavily into the railing, waving their arms and near tumbling overboard with blind thrill. Linsey was overcome with awe of his own, and after a brief struggle he yielded to it; he followed the boys to the railing and called after Timor as he passed by the ship on her portside, unable to keep himself from grinning idiotically. Timor flicked his tail in apparent joy, making a great many spirals and turns while the crew came up from below and stared, cheering for every pass Timor made over the sails and clinging to one another when the resultant winds came sweeping across the deck.

“He is magnificent, Captain,” said Cates, and Linsey smiled when he looked down upon the boy. “Truly magnificent.”

At his other side, Tomkins nodded profusely; Linsey felt a great swell of pride for Timor, and cheered again in the hopes that the dragon might hear such sentiments in his voice, throwing his hands up into the air and feeling not a little shame for it.

Timor had begun to slow now, stooping lower to the water and stretching out his claws to swipe at the waves; he turned his head when Linsey called, and went at once for the ship’s side, lifting only at the last moment, rocking the ship with his momentum. The men went sliding across the deck and laughed uproariously; Timor circled once more, looking faintly sheepish, then snapped his wings closed and stooped to land.

The musket fire was near silenced beneath the cheers of the crew; Linsey snapped his gaze to the sky in time to catch the shot that ripped into and through the topsail, scarcely missing Timor in his descent. Timor was unbalanced in his surprise, and landed heavily upon the deck while the men scrambled away in panic; he launched again a moment afterwards, the ship heaving in his wake, and went spiralling out towards the shape drawing close over the waves.

It was a fine, still day, and the ship would have been obvious long before now if the crew were not focused entirely on Timor’s display; Linsey cursed himself and turned to Cates, who was pale-faced and trembling in fright. He sent him and Tomkins both to find Richards below, and went to the railing of the quarterdeck to address the men still scattered and confused. “Raise the colours!” He roared, and gave his orders while the crew turned to hoisting the flag: a standard of black with a skull and crossbones.

Richards came up onto the deck and went to Linsey’s side immediately; Linsey did not address him, and he was made to follow him to the railing. Timor was sweeping in tight circles above the ship, making passes at the sails and roaring enormously; Linsey could not see enough from his vantage point to identify it, but dwelled not on the thought, for reason was quickly overcome by anger when yet more musket fire rose, aimed not for the Delight, but for Timor himself.

“They are trying to hit Timor,” He growled to Richards, who was stood uncertainly at his side. He was only glad Timor had sense enough to keep out of their range, diving only when he caught a pause in their fire. But the crew were making reason of their own; they held their fire while Timor spiralled above, and when he made to dive again they loosed it upon him, while he flailed in a panic and was caught sharply upon his shoulder. Linsey felt for a moment he could not breathe, nor think clear enough for reason; he turned to Richards and snapped, “Ready the guns, Richards, take no quarter.”

Richards set his face in rigid understanding and turned to make his orders to the men; Linsey fought to keep his composure as he made his musket ready.

Timor roared and stooped abruptly downwards, made only angrier by the attack; he raked his claws through the ship’s mainsails and spiralled away from another round of gunfire. Linsey waited until he was clear, holding his silence as long as he dared; Timor swept low over the Delight, and with hands shaking, Linsey took a deep breath and called, “Fire all!”

The men scrambled to fire on his order, and loosed the cannons as the ship drew up alongside the Delight. The fire was returned immediately, striking the masts and sending many of the men to the deck, ducking when the shots struck the ship and set splinters flying in their wake. Linsey dropped his musket without care for it; he leaned over the railing and searched for Timor in the sky. “Timor!” He roared, with all the might he could summon. “Go for the mast, Timor, the mast!”

Timor could not have heard him from so high above, but he made sense of Linsey’s gesturing, and dove in the first pause he found in the gunfire. The crew ducked and dropped to the deck as Timor stooped low over the ship, catching heavily at the foremast; he dug his claws into the wood until it splintered, and then launched away with all the might in his legs. The mast cracked, then broke upon the deck, rocking the ship with the momentum of its fall; Linsey watched with satisfaction when the crew scattered beneath its shadow, many of them thrown against the railings or dashed into the sea. His own crew paused in their fire; some of the men sent up a cheer, quietened immediately afterwards by the fellows at their side. Linsey gripped the railing, white-knuckled and still seething with anger; the battle was short, scarcely more than a few minutes, but every part of him ached as though he had been fighting for hours.

Timor landed heavily on the Delight, sprawling ungracefully upon the wood and panting; his shoulder was streaked with blood, though the wound looked thankfully shallow, only raw and painful enough to make him shudder and whine pitifully. Linsey went and knelt beside him, anxious at once, stroking the scales of his neck and murmuring reassurances. “That was very well done, Timor,” He said, “Very bravely done.”

Timor raised his head and blinked at him, all weariness forgotten in a moment; he nosed Linsey fondly, and nudged him close against his side with a rumble of delight. With anger subsided, Linsey leant into the warmth of Timor’s scales, while Richards called orders to the men, and a cheer went up from the deck as the Delight was brought abreast for boarding.

With the ship captured and relieved of its holdings, the crew set again to celebrating their victory; Linsey was surprised they had energy left at all, and watched with quiet amusement from his place on the quarterdeck, Timor at his side. He called for Mr. Polley, the surgeon, who greeted him brightly; his skills were suited more to men than dragons, but he had treated Estella before, and Linsey assumed it would be easy enough to adapt for Timor’s sake. Polley first paled at having the dragon so close; Linsey guided him with all the kindness he could summon, but his patience waned with each moment that Timor’s wound was left untreated. Timor held as still as he was able, though fidgeted often; Polley chided him sternly, and was eased of his anxieties with the focus of his task, done with little reassurance but deft efficiency, and a short pat on Timor’s shoulder afterwards. Polley smiled warmly to Timor before Linsey, and took his leave, while Linsey settled into his place at Timor’s side, and let his eyes slip closed when he found it comfortable enough to sleep.

The crew sang merrily from the deck, with Richards leading beside the mast, as was his place; they had set to it near immediately as they drew away from their prize, while Timor raised his great head over the railing to listen, and the spines upon his back flickered with delight. The night was near dawning; many of the men had taken their leave, or were lying drunkenly about the deck, and all lively cheer had turned slow and heartfelt. Richards’ voice was clear despite the drawling of the fellows beside him, and with his body aching as it was, Linsey felt himself comfortably lulled by the sound, into something close to sleep.

He felt Timor stir beside him, and reluctantly opened his eyes, squinting in the low light at the faint curve of the dragon’s snout. “Timor?” He called softly; Timor turned and nosed him fondly, breathing hot air into his hair and face, much to his own amusement. Linsey waved him off with a poorly hidden smile; Timor settled himself close and lay his head across Linsey’s legs, rumbling in quiet delight when Linsey stroked the scales of his snout.

“Linsey,” He said, in a bright, quiet voice. “Are there always so many songs? I do enjoy them; it is all so exciting, and the crew have such a lovely way of singing,”

“Oh, hardly,” Linsey said, with hidden laughter: the crew sang with impressive conviction, and were livelier than the sails caught loose in a storm, but little could be said of their singing itself, though he supposed nothing could cheat them of their spirit. “We shall have to take you to the taverns at port, then you will see a real way of singing.”

Timor snorted. “Then I look forward to it, but nothing would be as marvellous as this,” He said, with obvious pride; Linsey blinked at him in surprise. He knew that dragons were possessive creatures by nature, and that many breeds were known to take hoards, but Timor spoke with such great regard that Linsey paused, and found himself smiling with involuntary warmth when he looked upon the dragon again. Timor scarcely seemed to think it abnormal, and turned again to watching the crew; he was quiet for another moment, then said, quite softly, “Might you sing to me, Linsey?”

Linsey smiled ruefully, somewhat embarrassed by the request; he did not think himself a good singer, and would normally take his leave of the crew’s celebrations, feeling rather out of place despite their repeated attempts to bribe him into taking part. But he found himself reluctant to refuse; in any case, there was hardly any man left to hear him, but for the few hands left at the rigging, and Richards himself, who was largely falling asleep by the mast.

“If it suits you, dear fellow,” He said at last; he paused in momentary panic when he found himself largely lost for options, and then settled with a song he had learned some years ago as a young cabin boy, aboard a ship long now lost to the sea. He had always thought it rather mournful, but the tune was pleasant, and low enough to keep his voice from straining, though he could not sing so clearly as Richards. Timor paid no mind whatsoever; he curled himself around Linsey, listening with rapt attention. Linsey watched him fondly, and sang more softly when Timor sighed happily and closed his eyes. Soon afterwards he was asleep; Linsey watched the slow rise and fall of his scales, and stroked the warm hide, soft beneath the calluses of his palm. He let his hand rest there, feeling the thrum of Timor’s heart, and leaned into the dragon’s warmth, until he let his eyes close, and slipped abruptly and entirely into sleep.

#how do i tag this #fav side character in this chapter is probably mr. tunnock #theres not much of him but he WILL be back later #weird little guy. love him a lot #unfortunate lack of hayes and richards in this one too i miss writing them #richards does have a couple moments in here tho #which i love #timor: here be dragons

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