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miasmaghoul · 2 months

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Dew/Aether #26

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#26 - as an apology

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"You're serious?"

Aether nods, but he can't look up. The disbelief in Dew's voice is something he expected, but it feels so much worse that he'd anticipated.

"Yes," he breathes, fiddling with a bracelet. "I told Papa this morning." Aether swallows, mouth dry. "I would have told you sooner, but -"

"Why?"

Aether sighs, scrubs at his face with both hands. The scent of antibacterial soap floods his nose, skin made dry from endless washing during his infirmary shift. He stares at the little ghoul's boots, black leather stark against the white tile floors. Maybe it was a mistake to do this here. Maybe he should have waited until tonight, until they were tangled up in bed and Dew was blissed out and half asleep. Maybe he'd sound less betrayed.

Somehow, Aether doubts it.

"I told you," he sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I'm tired, Dew. Too tired to keep up with the rest of you." Aether rubs the back of his neck. "You remember the last leg, right? How many times did Papa talk to me about my mistakes? How many times did you have to pick up my slack?"

"Aeth -"

Aether holds up a hand, and Dewdrop pauses. Aether can feel his scowl, eyes burning into the top of his head. He still can't make himself look up.

"How many nights did you have to spend massaging my hands, just so I could play the next day?"Aether cracks his knuckles, wincing at their stiffness. "Besides, they need me here." He gestures vaguely at the empty infirmary lobby. "Now that Omega's gone, I'm the only full-time healer we've got."

He huffs out a harsh exhale, pinches the bridge of his nose. This was so much easier in his head. He watched the little ghoul cross his legs, scuffing the toe of his boot against the floor.

"I just...I can't do it anymore, Dew. I don't have the energy."

He falls silent after that, shoulders hunched and hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, and waits. Waits for Dew to yell, to grab his coat and throttle him, to punch a wall - anything to express the rage he swears he can feel pouring from that slight body.

"I understand," Dew says instead, and somehow that's the thing that makes Aether look at him.

Dewdrop's expression reads cool, but his shoulders sit tense. The tip of his tail flicks through the air, obvious agitation, but it seems to be unconscious. There's something hard in his copper eyes, and Aether swallows hard.

"You...you what?"

"I get it," Dew says with a shrug, rolling his neck. "I was around when Zeph went through this, remember?"

That's...a fair point. Zephyr may have only joined them on stage for a few months, but Aether remembers very clearly all the evenings spent helping with their pain and exhaustion. He sighs, nods.

"Yeah, I do. But this isn't the same -"

"You could've told me, y'know," Dew interrupts, softer. "Before now, I mean. Before you told Papa."

"I almost did," Aether admits. Dew's casual demeanor has him off balance - he expected to have his coat singed by now. "But I was worried -"

"I wouldn't have told anyone," he interrupts, voice soft, and Aether stutters to a halt. Watches the little ghoul wring his hands. "Wouldn't have done that to you."

Aether blinks. Twice. That thought hadn't even occurred to him, not for a second. His hesitence came only from the risk of upsetting Dew, not from some fear of having his retirement revealed before he was ready. He cants his head and peers at Dewdrop, brow furrowed, and finds something new in his eyes. A watery glimmer of something so obviously sad, so fearful, that it makes Aether's heart ache.

"Oh, Dew..."

In half a breath they're caught up in each other, Aether holding the little ghoul to his chest in a crushing embrac, one hand on the back of his ash blond head and the other arm curled tight around him. Dew's hands fist into his shirt and he plants his feet between Aether's, huffing against his chest, and for a few moments they stay like that. Holding one another in silence while Aether collects his words and tries to figure out what he could possibly say to assure the one he loves more than any other that he'd never question his trust. To apologize for even making him think otherwise.

Then Dew pulls away just enough to look up at him with those gorgeous eyes, the gentlest smile curving his lips, and Aether has his answer.

The kiss is soft, gentle. No urgency, no tongue, just the perfect meeting of their mouths. Dew's warm hands come up to cup Aether's cheeks and Aether sighs through his nose, muscles he didn't know he'd tensed going lax. It feels like an age before they part, and Aether knows he doesn't have to say it, but -

"I'm sorry, firefly," he whispers, rubbing Dew's back and nosing at his temple. "I didn't mean -"

"I know," Dew assures him, stroking his face, eyes searching his own. "I...I know."

Dew kisses him again, and Aether decides any other words can wait until his hands stop shaking.

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writingonesdreams · 2 years

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Shadow of the wolf

Summary: Zephyr fights the young raw street kid with no formal magic training. The long awaited Kieran intro with his pov. Read the previous part here for backround. Read the next part following directly after this here.

Author's note: I'm no fan of swear words, but for the kind of person Kieran is, it feels inevitable. Maybe he will learn better.

Are they fucking kidding me?

When Kieran came to the dojo, he thought he might be in trouble. Then he realized he wouldn’t, because the star students were worth shit compared to him, and if the authorities didn’t care about the raw skill, the ones who taught it always would.

The guy in charge, whom Kieran didn’t care to remember by name, was not letting him go. He was expecting something. Waiting for someone. With such pathetic reverence and disgusted loathing you only felt for those by all rights shouldn’t have been better than you, but were. Kieran knew that look well. He was curious.

But this? Kieran has never seen a guy that ordinary in his life. Simple civilian clothes no less, just jeans and a shirt, average high, not particularly muscular. No scars, no rips, no belts. Just your average Joe taken from the street. This was supposed to be the challenge?

„Are you sure you wanna fight me?“ Kieran asked, eyebrows raised. „I can beat you alright, but it’s just going to be embarrassing for you.“

The guy with black curls and weird green eyes chucked at him and shook his jacket off. „The deal stands as follows. If you can beat me, you can go. If you can’t-“

„You put me away, I know.“

„What I mean-“

„I really don’t care about the details you wanna tell yourself to feel better. It’s not happening.“

The guy sighted and put hands on his hips. „Later then. My name is Zephyr.“

„I don’t care.“ Kieran smirked and bend in his knees slightly, taking a fighting stance, fists ready.

The guy didn’t react at all. Kieran’s eyesight grew red. Another one who didn’t take him seriously. His bad.

He attacked.

The adrenaline took over, world blurring in motion as he kicked out agains the nameless target who he would forget a minute later. It was a knockout hit. Why waste time with flashy nonsense.

His leg stopped against something hard, just inches from the target’s face. The impact shook his body to the core, vibrating in his bones.

The target managed to block him with speed he didn’t expect. Kieran swung his leg out of the way, closing in with his fists instead. His heart sped up, his anger rising from the ashes of the bored afternoon to shine brightly against this new challenge.

And with anger the magic always came. He felt the pull of this eyes as they glowed, his anger turning his blood to living fire. Dark violet aura spread around him as fog, a burning blackish shadow around his body giving his swings the speed and strength to break through walls.

Black stripes mingled with the violet colour grown a shade darker again. That ought to have made him scared. It always scared them.

He kept hitting and hitting, relying on his instinct, on his magic, on the burning inside him that fueled in fight. He had never had good cards, but for that he was stronger. Stronger than all those pampered idiots who had a nice home, and never worried about money and never had their magic forbidden to them. The world has given him the worst, and he was going to pay it right back. To everyone.

Something crashed and dust sprang in the air as he truly broke a wall besides the exit doors. His fist didn’t even register it. Sweat was running down his back as he tried to settle his breathing, the violet aura blocking even his own vision.

Where is he?

A slight cough behind him. He turned abruptly.

The target was standing behind him, shirt unruffled, hands in the pockets of his jeans. Still no fighting stance. There was no magic around his body. A playful smile on his lips, eyes downcast like he was trying hard not to be too amused.

What is this?

„Stop evading! Fight me!" He growled, fists ready, summoning more magic to his side. By now it was a giant looming violet cloud, covering the whole playground behind the dojo.

This was taking too long. He was giving it all he had, doing everything as he always did and he didn't even land a hit except the first one.

And his magic was right there, alive and burning. No kid his age could stand against his experience in fights and the rest could not overcome his magic. He fought adults before. In street fights. Against much bigger numbers. Even in no rules underground boxing matches.

What is this?

It didn't make sense. He definitely fought stronger, more impressive, more unique people than this.

"I understand now." The target said. He looked calm now, face set in determined tranquil lines, like he found the missing piece of the puzzle and was now ready to finish it.

That was when the tables turned and the target changed into the aggressor.

Kieran was never forced into the defensive, always attacking first, always hurting first, cause that was the best defence. Because then they had no time to attack back. Because that's what made them targets.

This guy was no target. And Kieran never learned how to fight defensively.

He didn't know what happened. In a blur of movement, he was down on his back, limbs shaking from extortion, his magic flowing around him, useless.

No new colours aside his own dark violet. The guy didn't even need magic to defeat him.

What is this?

His only thought. It was too fast to register how his world got kicked out under him, his fire snuffed out against wind too strong to feed it.

"I'm sorry." The no target said. His forehead was wrinkled, but no other part of him seemed strained by the fight.

"Why, you are not. You are happy. Now you can put the big bad troublemaker in a reformatory, where he belongs."

Is this really happening? Somehow he never thought it actually would. It was his fear yes, a fear always hidden behind everything, one so everlasting he didn't acknowledge it was there anymore.

He felt it now. Everything that was behind the anger.

Because being angry was better than being scared. It made you stronger. It made you dangerous.

Because he thought if he could not belong anywhere, then at least he could carve out a place for himself. He could burn it into the earth if he had to. But now that was gone.

"See, maybe now we can actually talk about my offer. I don't want to put you in a reformatory."

Where else would you put me? There is nothing else out there besides what you just took from me.

"There is a school. I'm one of the founders. It's a special place for kids like you."

And why would you want me?

"You did pretty great, if you want to know. Your style is raw, but experienced. You have got something in you."

Don't tell me what I'm not. Don't give me this pity after beating me with your eyes closed.

"Seriously. You just never had any physical training, right? You learned to fight through your magic. You rely on it to win. But fighting and magic are two separate skills, two parts of a greater whole. If someone with your command of magic learned it properly..."

Don't tell me what I can't have.

"Magic and fighting. Discipline over your emotions and strategy. Soulfire that doesn't go dark with anger, but shines with the strenght of your soul."

"And who would teach it to me, huh?! Shut up already. We both know no school would accept me as I'm now."

He knew what the dark tint to his magic meant. People looked the other way, but this type of soulfire also existed. A shadow of itself. Fed on the bad, the cold, the negative.

He was doomed since the day he went and fought with it instead of against it.

"Mine would. I have a school. I will take you in. Come with me, and I'll teach you what I know."

Kieran lifted his head and truly looked at him. Weird green eyes. Curly black hair cut short on the sides. Buttoned up shirt. Why did he fight in such a pristine buttoned up shirt?

That calm inviting expression. Too earnest, too open.

I hate you. I need you. Don't promise me this.

The guy stretched out his hand.

The guy. Not a target. Not to forget.

Zephyr.

Kieran stared at the hand. A minute passed. An eternity.

He took it.

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belovedharringrove · 2 years

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society had a way of creating villains and not even being aware of it. they whined and complained about having villains running around their cities but they never stopped to wonder what they did in order to make villains feel the need to manifest their powers for evil.

after lillian hargrove died under the drunken and angry fists of neil hargrove, billy was never the same. his father (and he used this word for lack of a better term) managed to get away with it by saying that she had been drunk and had fallen down the stairs after a few too many glasses of wine.

billy had known the truth. he had witnessed everything- how his father had thought that she had been cheating, how he beat her and she cried and begged for mercy and for billy to just run run runrunrunrun-

but he had been frozen in fear. he couldn't move. and after his father had finished killing her, he turned and pointed a bloody finger at billy and said "watch yourself or you're next." and billy could do nothing. nothing except stay quiet and let the police and investigators think that he had gone mute from the trauma of losing his mother so suddenly.

and he got bullied for it. he was mocked in school and shoved into lockers and beat up behind the gymnasium and the teachers looked on and did nothing to help and billy was disgusted. but what could he do? he was weak. so weak.

he was powerless.

and suddenly one day, some snotty kid a few classes above him was telling him that his mother probably killed herself to get away from him and billy saw red. he blacked out for a while and let the rage consume him and when he came back, the kid was sobbing and pissing his pants and billy was gripping the kid's forearm but his hand was scorching hot, glowing like molten lava from within. he heard the sound of a teacher approaching and let go like he had been burnt.

everything after that was a blur. they called neil and the kid's parents and they spent hours arguing in the principal's office and billy heard neil say "does my son look like someone with freakish powers?" and a part of him wanted to be happy that neil was defending him, but that little part of him was overshadowed by the disgust he felt toward the man for doing what he did to his momma.

when they got home. neil didn't even wait until the door was shut properly before he turned and started screaming at billy and calmed him slurs and names and billy-

billy found his voice again that day. he told neil to shut up and looked for that burning rage in him that he had felt earlier when faced with the bully's harsh words and he once again let it consume him completely.

he thought of his poor momma begging for mercy, of himself trying to hide from a drunk neil thinking he would be next and he thought of himself getting pushed around at school and all the adults looking at him in disdain when he reacted to their words with quiet anger because that's all he knew. anger was his oldest friend and closest companion. always there with him, ready to step in and take control of him when he was tired.

after a few minutes that felt like years, he came back and looked at the pile of ashes innocently sitting where his father had once been standing. he looked at his home with angry flames consuming it and he laughed and laughed. and the more he laughed, the higher the flames grew. until they consumed it all.

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steve harrington was his real name.

steve, who usually went by the hero name 'zephyr'.

apollo stood on the roof of the apartment building, looking down at the alley below and watching in amusement as zephyr did quick work of the two troublemakers.

well, he would call them troublemakers. people just trying to live and get by. zephyr would probably call them thieves but eh, tomato tomato.

when zephyr had both troublemakers tied up and placed them somewhere where the police could easily find them, apollo easily jumped down and let what people called his 'hellfire' cushion his fall.

"good job out there today. has anyone told you that spandex makes your ass look absolutely amazing?" he said and leaned against the wall, smirking when zephyr startled and turned to look at him with wide eyes, blinking a few times and then belatedly scowling at him like he had been taught to in the academy. such a good boy. he was taught to hate villains so he did. he was so obedient that apollo wanted to break him.

"not you again. please get the fuck away from me." zephyr groaned and turned around, probably ready to march away from him and go beat up some other poor thug.

apollo had to hold back the urge to laugh because the brunette always made it so easy to tease him. "now steve, i was just giving you a compliment." he said in a chiding tone and watched the other male turn around in surprise, his jaw dropping as he stared at apollo like he just insulted his grandmother or used his real name on him. which he had.

"how do you know that name? that's classified information." zephyr- steve said in what he probably hoped was a stern tone but to apollo, he just sounded nervous and scared. he couldn't hold back his amused laugh this time, which made steve narrow his eyes at him and quickly get into an attack position.

apollo rolled his eyes at that. "calm down, steve. i'm not gonna fight and besides, you and me both know you could never win against me in the first place. you never plant your feet." he scoffed as he pushed away from the wall and approached the spandex-clad hero, pulling him close before he could even think about pushing him away with a gust of wind.

"and besides," he cooed, caressing the brunette's cheek gently and looking deep into his pretty hazel eyes. "i know everything there is to know about you, steve harrington. i know that your parents neglected you and never loved you so they shipped you off to the academy once your powers manifested. i know that the green maiden- sorry, nancy wheeler broke your heart during your academy days and left you for that photographer guy. i know that you're one of the strongest and well-known heroes in america and despite that, your own protégé and teammates and even the press treat you like you're a moron. and you hate it. you despise it so much that it's eating up your insides because you can't say anything about it. because you're a hero, aren't you, pretty boy?" he kept his voice sympathetic yet mocking as he spoke, watching as steve's eyes widened the more he spoke until he looked so heartbroken and hurt that apollo wanted to just eat him up.

"shut up." the brunette spat but apollo knew it was said in a defensive manner. apollo had clearly touched a nerve and poor steve was hurting and lashing out at him.

apollo knew what that was like.

he simply cupped the brunette's cheek and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "but i can help. join my army and you'll never be treated like that. we'll treat you like a king. i'll treat you like the most important treasure." he whispered and tried not to smirk at the vulnerable look in those pretty, pretty hazel eyes.

steve looked at him like he was torn, like he didn't know what to do and just needed a little bit of guidance.

guidance that apollo would gladly give.

"just say it, pretty boy."

he urged and just as steve opened his mouth to say it, there came the sounds of police sirens and apollo slowly stepped away, still looking right into steve's harrington's eyes.

"think about it. the offer will always be open, you know where to find me." he said and then he was gone in a burst of flames, ignoring zephyr desperately calling for him to come back.

he needed for him to want him and miss him desperately to go looking for him. then and only then would his plan work.

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apollo stood in the shadows as he watched the city of hawkins burn, unseen thanks to nox's powers.

"it's healing to see everything just burn, isn't it? i hope carver's rotting somewhere in there." nox said as he stood next to apollo, absentmindedly playing with his long hair with one hand and holding his girlfriend close with the other.

apollo simply smiled, watching as his beloved looked at the flames with wide eyes.

"billy-" he started and apollo simply hushed him and pulled him close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, glad that that nox was so busy cheering for the flames to go higher to notice the slip up.

"hush, love. it all started here. they were the first to hurt you. they deserve this." he murmured and wiped away the tears gathering in those pretty hazel eyes, watching him nod his head and press himself close to apollo, seeking his warmth.

"oh shit, tempest. someone's trying to run." came nox's voice and steve turned to look, his gaze going from pained to furious when he noticed it was the mayor. with a flick of his wrist, a gale was picking the man up and dropping him off in the center of the flames, making nox burst into delighted laughter with a 'good riddance, asshole!', which in turn made frostbite quietly scold nox for his language.

apollo only smiled as he pulled steve closer once again, wrapping an arm around his waist.

he still remembered when everyone had seen steve join their side, the horror and heartbreak on everyone's face as their beloved zephyr saved the life of the biggest villain of the century by throwing the former top hero powerhouse aside with a powerful blast of wind, ignoring his wife's cry of 'jim!' as she rushed to his side.

he fondly recalled how pale the green maiden had gone as she watched steve rush into his arms, sobbing for apollo to please help him make everything go away because he was just so tired of everything.

he sometimes still laughed when he remembered the screams of despair when steve's manifestation mark, visible to everyone on the side of his neck, went from a pure snow white to an ebony black.

the mark of a villain.

back then, apollo simply asked nox to cover their escape as he swept steve up into his arms, relishing in the sounds of despair that followed their disappearance.

america's merry band of baboons, their so-called "superheroes", spent months trying to convince steve to join their side again. every time they said he was making a mistake, apollo held him tighter and told him that he didn't need to listen to them. while they focused all their attention on them, nox managed to get america's sweetheart, the heroine icicle, on their side and laughed as the heroes scrambled to make up for the losses of two of their biggest players.

together, all four of them watched as the media took away steve's former hero name zephyr and dubbed him tempest. they all laughed when nox cheered so hard that he made himself go hoarse when they changed chrissy's hero title and named her frostbite.

after that, apollo spent all his free time convincing steve that he needed to start healing.

"hurt those who hurt you." he told the brunette and at first, steve was hesitant. after being a hero all his life, it was difficult for him to start hurting people. but after watching the green maiden easily declare him and chrissy a lost cause, he stepped into apollo's office one day and simply placed a map of hawkins on his desk.

"i'm hurting those who hurt me." steve said and apollo smirked as he pulled the brunette close to congratulate him for being so brave, pressing kisses to his lips and watching him practically melt in his arms.

and here they were now. hurting those who hurt steve.

after this, they would slowly start targeting the people and the companies that hurt those less fortunate and they would become the most feared villains, hated by the rich but loved by those who were treated unfairly. they would have the whole of america fearing every too-dark shadow and every icy chill. they would have them looking over their shoulders in fear whenever it was too warm and they would flinch at every sudden breeze.

but for now, they stood together as they watched hawkins burn, tired of being treated like garbage and ready to make a change. whether america was ready for it or not.

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realm-of-erotica · 7 months

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Original Adventurers

OC Master List

Good Aligned

The Devils of Emon

The Devils were originally a small collection of adventurers with several Tiefling members. Eventually recruiting more and more Tieflings, to the point that not only did the group quickly live up to their namesake, they eventually became their own guild. Making their home in Greystone Keep.

Verdant Wilde - An original member of the group that eventually became the Devils. A green Tiefling, Beastmaster Ranger. Trained by former Vox Mochina member, Vex'ahlia DeRollo.

Omega - Another original member of the Devils. A purple Tiefling Warlock who for years l, was part of a traveling circus. He delights in two things. Entertaining crowds, and seducing women ... much to the chagrin of his succubus patron.

Jean Ironwood - Human Fighter/Gunslinger. She has a hatred for dragons, after losing her left arm to a Green Dragon. Her metal prosthetic was made by Percival DeRollo, who also taught her how to use and build firearms.

Kyrie - Astral Self Monk. She belonged to the same traveling circus as Omega. A former slave before then, she has spectral prosthetic arms.

Scourge Maelstrom - A swashbuckling Storm Cleric, and the first person the Devils recruited. The blue skinned Tiefling would eventually be voted unanimously as the leader of the group, and guild.

Varris - Light Domain Cleric. An undying Tiefling with a nigh impossible task thrust upon him by Serrenrae herself.

Aquamarine/Aqua - A sky blue Tiefling. The youngest and second recruit of the Devils. She has a knack for getting into places that she shouldn't.

Gamora - An Orc Barbarian, and original member of the Devils. She is the living definition of "Death By Snu-Snu".

Thorne - Omega's brother. A Drunken Fist Monk, and final recruit of the Devils before expanding into the guild they are today.

The Outlanders

Nadûr - A half-orc Fighter/Barbarian with a southern/deep Texas/ranch drawl. Fury on the battlefield, but a total teddy bear to the next person listed.

Korrin - Vampire Evocation Wizard. Nadûr's lover.

Thundove Ladion - Elven Evocation Wizard. Able to see his ancestors after a stiff breeze due to having no constitution.

Magical Misfits

Mercutio Black - Dark Elf Draconic Sorcerer/Redemption Paladin. A man determined to make up for the previous sins of his family.

Bellatrix Black - Necromancer Wizard. Mercutio’s cousin, who claims that Merci would be completely be lost without her.

Regulus Tonks - Elven Shapeshifter Hexblade Warlock. Cousin to Mercutio and Bellatrix. The brains between his two cousins.

Grond Kraghammar - Goliath Barbarian, a powerful hugger, and Mercutio’s best friend. The obvious muscle of the group.

Ophelia - An adorable Goblin that is very close to Mercutio after she was saved by him.

Neutrally Aligned

The Zirconia's

A family of vampires who's territory spans the northern lands. Their castle is hidden deep within a perpetual blizzard.

Baelfer/Baelz Zirconia - Vampire King with power that can shame Strahd and Dracula.

Zephyr Zirconia - Vampire Prince, and eldest son of Baelz.

Lupin Zirconia - Vampire Prince, second son of Baelz, and younger brother of Zephyr.

Scarlet Zirconia - Vampire Princess, and eldest daughter. Second strongest mage in the castle next to her father.

Bast Zirconia - Vampire Princess who prefers to sleep more than anything else. She is a sleep cuddler with an iron grip.

Shrike Zirconia - Vampire Princess, who prefers nature and life outside of the castle to life inside.

Note: The Zirconia's are so old and powerful, that the sun's light cannot harm them.

The Caines

A family of vampires who's territory encompasses the southern lands. Allies and eternal friends with the Zirconia's, their castle is hidden deep within what is called The Eternal Forrest.

Desmond Caine - Vampire King who's power dwarfs Vecna's thousands of times over.

Lana Caine - Vampire Princess, and eldest child to Desmond. She has a warrior's spirit, and has taken up with many adventurers over the centuries she has lived. Some good, some bad.

Erik Caine - Vampire Prince, and second son of Desmond. He is fully into the vampiric mystique, and loves seducing women.

Note: Like the Zirconia's, the Caine's cannot be harmed by the sun.

Evil Aligned

Tyrus the Conqueror - A half-dragon warlord who is devoted heart, mind, and soul to his lady Tiamat.

#guild post (masterlist)#original adventurers (original characters)

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mysticstarlightduck · 11 months

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(Long) Excerpt from The Last Wrath:

@lassiesandiego @lyutenw @rickie-the-storyteller @writernopal

This scene belongs to my current medieval dark fantasy WIP - The Last Wrath. The characters in the scene are brothers, Zephyr & Jamie, one of which has been cursed and now grapples with what it might mean to their lives.

“[...] “What’s happening to me?” Zephyr whispered, a sound trapped between disbelief and a sob, holding one trembling hand in front of his eyes as he watched the bleeding cuts on his fist heal - and pitch black tendrils, glimmering in a dead grey hue, spread from within, pulsing from his arm towards his hand like rotten, dead blood. He could feel the magic in his blood, and it wasn’t his, it wasn’t right. It hurt like searing fire, but only at first, before everything turned numb.

In front of him the shattered mirror, bloodstained, stood like a condemning monument. Only, Zephyr didn’t remember doing this. He didn’t even remember coming here. He watched, in terror, as even the blood on the shards of clear glass turned from normal red to black as tar. Zephyr couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. Like there was an invisible barrier that kept him in place. Even his thoughts seemed like whispers in a hurricane, they seemed like someone else’s. It felt like he wasn’t here, but even worse, it felt like he wasn’t himself. Not anymore.

Everything was as if underwater, blurred, distant and suffocating. And he was the one drowning in it. Frozen, he was an spectator to the strange flashes that crossed his mind. He saw a kingdom besieged, a familiar one. The smell of the world burning around him assaulted his nose, and he heard the distant clash of swords that haunted his dreams every night. He saw the day they were betrayed, felt the blood gushing out of his wound like it once had, as a blade ripped through his side. The blade that would have killed his brother otherwise. In the mirror, a familiar face stared at him, accusation and disdain written in his eyes behind a strands of white and black hair, an otherwise handsome face destroyed by hatred.

Zephyr’s breath caught in his throat. He tried to step back, but his feet were locked in place. The young man in the mirror smiled, and Zephyr swore he could hear his laugh. The same laugh as that day, so many winters ago, when death had been so close to them, as the figure suddenly started to morph … into himself. The darkness in his blood pulsed stronger, colder, as it called to him. Zephyr heard a bloodcurdling, horrifying familiar scream as his doppelganger laughed. The image twisted, and he saw his little brother lying dead on the ground. He couldn’t breath.

Before he could lose himself any further, a pair of arms wrapped around his chest, holding him as if someone dragging him from the bottom of an icy lake would, and awakening back to reality. A gentle, familiar voice was calling out to him, but he couldn’t yet hear the words.

He saw himself back in his room, a floor filled with toppled books and the welcoming sounds of the early morning wind. Home, he was still home. Kneeling on the floor, he barely realized his throat was raw from screaming. The black tendrils in his hands dissipated slowly, until only his pale skin remained. In front of him, a figure knelt between him and the shattered mirror, shielding him from its sight. Kind brown eyes, ridden with worry and guilt, met his.

“Jamie” Zephyr wept in a weak, hoarse sound, his arms shaking as he lunged into his brother’s arms, desperately clinging onto his shirt, because he was alive. His brother was still alive and they were safe, they were home. He wasn’t a monster, at least not yet. Jamie didn’t say anything, allowing the older boy to hold on as tightly as he needed to as he gently returned his embrace. Tears fell unbidden from Zephyr’s eyes and into the younger’s tunic, as his hands dug panickedly into his back, as if he might disappear at any moment “Jamie, I’m losing myself. I - I saw you die, I can’t… I couldn’t protect you. I’m becoming a monster.”

The words were desperate, a strained line of thought panickedly strung together. Jamie held him tighter to his chest, before pulling away and getting the older boy to calm down. He placed his hands on Zephyr’s shoulders.

“Listen to me. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, you’re not going to lose yourself like this. We’ will find a cure.” Jamie said, every word spoken with utter sincerity as he willed the other to meet his eyes, like Zephyr had done so many times when the roles were reversed “I will make things right, and everything will be fine like it used to be.”

Zephyr scoffed gently, tired irritation seeping into his voice.

“You don’t know that. I could be dangerous and I wouldn’t even know how to stop before the worst already happened”

Jamie sighed, noticing how Zephyr’s eyes flitted between him and the broken mirror behind them. He hated how that day had made Zephyr hate himself so much and how uncertain it had made him.

“Yes, I do know. You would never hurt me, not even if that guy or his magic tried to force you to, I know you wouldn’t let that happen. You’re my older brother, I will never be afraid of you. [...] ”

#my writing #my wips #character development #snippet #the last wrath wip #novel #tw mentioned blood #tw implied panic attack #writerblr #tw mentioned death

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steelcarbuncle · 2 years

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Fire in the Skies

(Saving this post from a few months back) (TW: Blood and violence)

(Mood music)

The sky above the sea and the Zephyr's Luck is alight with fire.

Just like the dream.

The screaming started above deck. Sasani tears her eyes from the portcullis and flipped dexterously from the crew bunk she had been in. She only grabbed her hammer and the breastplate from the floor before heading above deck and past other frightened and bewildered crew members. The monsters had returned and they had need of her, she was so certain.

Blood. The deck was washed in blood of the crew and tattered remains peppered the scene between horrifying monsters.

So quickly.

The Lalafellin warrior spun her hammer and readied her stance, setting her sights on a tentacled beast closing in on a crew member.

"No… no please!" The Hyurian woman cried desperately as she backed from the creature, "We… we've just started our family… please!" She pulled helplessly at the fallen man at her feet, bloodied and unresponsive to her terror. The blackness enveloped her form while she gave an anguished cry and before Sani's eyes the woman's form grew into a large, monstrous form with terrifying mouths.

"No!" Sani screams and charges the first beast, her hammer alighting with flames as she brings it down. "We can fight back these beasts!"

But can we?

There was a sickening crunch of the hammer hitting flesh as it collapsed the beasts shoulder and the sizzle of flames burning flesh. The beast roared and lashed the small warrior with a tentacle arm, knocking her off balance towards the new jibbering monstrosity. It lifts a massive fist to try and bring it down on Sani only to have her roll away at the last moment, catching and tearing a bit of the loose night shirt under her breastplate. She charged her aether down the hammer as she rose in a spin, pulling the giant's knee out from under it. Frightened yelling was coming from below deck now.

What is this?

A black powder shot brought down the injured beast before it could strike again. A battered Roegadyn woman wielding a musket gave Sani a nod before the creature behind her, more mouths than beast, bit down on her, renting the brave soul in twain and staining the deck an even further crimson. Enraged, Sani beat the fallen giant until it started to fizzle, dissipating into the black smoke. A sharp yelp and the yelling below deck quelled. Growling of a four legged prowler draws her from staring at the carnage before and she turned to face her new opponent.

Is anyone left? Am I alone with these beasts?

She screamed at the beast as she charged towards it, the fire of her wrath wrapping her hammer was brilliant even under the burning sky.

I left to find myself, but what have I found?

Wisps of black shadowed her fire as her final swing sent the four legged monster over the side of the ship. She had to hope it wouldn't be able to drag itself back on board. The warrior trembled for the first time in a long time, staring down the elongated, mouth covered creature perched over the captain's quarters. The murmurs of beasts could be heard below deck, but there was no more yelling, no pleading.

No one is left. No one is here by my side. I chose to leave.

"If I am to die this day, you're comin' with me." She levels the flaming hammer towards the beast, standing unflinching as it emitted an ear piercing howl and crawled forth with surprising speed. Her stance readied, she caught the inside of the monster's mouth before it could bite down on her and caused the attack to glance away.

I'm alone. She's not here.

"Come at me!" She screams so loud it makes her hoarse. Spinning round and bringing the hammer cross the beast's legs as it was turning to make another pass at her. Several of the legs crumpled under the heat and force of the battle hammer held by the small warrior. The screeching was terrifying as the abomination thrashed, its erratic movements caught Sani and threw her against the side of the boat.

She's not here and it's my fault.

She had to use her hammer to stand, the night shirt she wore was soaked with crimson but she had no idea if it were her own or the crew's. The sea glittered with flames that sizzled when falling from the sky and the air echoed with the unsated abominations still taking to flight. The misting darkness was now thick enough to cloud her vision and she had thought to touch the link pearl she had been wearing.

"Sari… I'm… sorry."

I'm not coming home.

(Mood music change!)

Across the sea, in their home on Vylbrand, the mammet pearl crackles to life, a different sound coming across than the charting and mechanic mammet chatter.

"Sari… I'm… sorry." Sani's voice sounded so weak, defeated.

There was stillness in the hanger for a moment, the only sound was the clattering of tools as Sari dropped them.

"Sani?" Sari voice quavered, sounding so fragile across the shell and in the hanger as she asked. "Sani answer!"

Each call raises in volume and desperation. The Lalafell's wails could be heard from the hallway through out the night. She stayed calling until well past daybreak until her voice had nothing left.

#ffxiv rp #sasari sari #sasanisani

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drachenfaust · 3 months

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𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖶𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖡𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖫𝖤? - 𝖨'𝖫𝖫 𝖦𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖶𝖠𝖱.

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳.

FULL NAME: Ken Ryūguji / 龍宮寺堅

ALIAS: Draken /ドラケン

NAME MEANING : Ken means "hard, firm" (堅) , Ryuguji means "dragon" (龍) (ryu), "shrine" (宮) (gu) and "temple" (寺) (ji)

NICKNAME: Ken-chin/Kenny (by Mikey) {he only tolerates it from him, call him that and you’re dead}

AGE: early/mid 20s {depends on the timeline}

DATE OF BIRTH: May 10th

PLACE OF BIRTH: Shibuya {red light district; he grew up in a brothel}, Japan

CURRENT LOCATION: Shibuya, Japan

ETHNICITY: asian

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he / him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic/gray-romantic

OCCUPATION: mechanic {owner of a shop: D&D Motors}, vice president of the Tokyo Manji Gang, member of the motorbike gang Brahman {in the main timeline he's a mechanic, the rest depends on the universe/timeline we settle}

FINANCIAL STATUS: enough {for cigs and booze} to survive but could be better

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese, English

VOICECLAIM: Julian Tennstedt / Tatsuhisa Suzuki / Masaya Fukunishi

𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬.

FACECLAIM: varies, mostly asian males with longer hair

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: originally blonde, he died his hair black in his mid twenties {the length and color varies in the timelines}; his head is shaven on the sides and back to expose his signature dragon tattoo on his left temple, his hair is long on the top of his head and kept in a neat braid and he leaves a few strands of hair loose in the front, sometimes he wears his hair completly down

EYE COLOR: black

HEIGHT: 6'3" {190cm}

BODY AND BUILD: he is confirmed to be quite lean, muscular and has chiseled abdominal muscles

SCARS: a scar on the left side of his abdomen after being stabbed, various little ones from battles and fights

TATTOOS: a dragon on his left temple, it's a matching tattoo {"twin dragons" with his friend Takashi Mitsuya}, he got it when he was 11 yrs old

PIERCINGS: an earring on his right ear

CLOTHING STYLE: {as always, depends on the timeline}, his signature outfit is a black and white patterned jacket, dark jeans, heavy combat boots, denim coded, leather coded, toman uniform, brahman uniform,

SIGNATURE SCENT: motor oil, gasoline, cigarette smoke, sandalwood and musk, hugo boss

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀.

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, reliable, confident, passionate, caring, mature, logical, strong, determined, a wild individual who loves a good fight and relishes meeting strong opponents

NEGATIVE TRAITS: harsh, demanding, cocky, has a big mouth, curses a lot, he's rude to those he considers beneath him and makes it clear he does not like them

LIKES: riding his bike (Kawasaki Zephyr 400)/tinkering with motorcycles, mikey {the person he respects most}, toman/his friends, muscle training, hot curry, freedom, smoking, onzens, sunshine, his favorite spot is near Dogenzaka in Shibuya, his special skill is counselling service (because he listens to the young women in the establishment since an early age)

SKILLS: his fighting prowess is incredibly fearsome, his recovery is remarkably quick {he even survived a life-threatening knife wound} and he usually heads right back into battle after he got injured

FIGHTING STYLE: with his immense strength he prefers to fight like a brawler, using simple yet powerful and vicious kicks and punches

MECHANICAL KNOWLEDGE: he's well-versed in machines, especially motorbikes; he is skilled enough to fix and assemble parts of a bike with ease; he also tended to do miscellaneous chores in the brothel he lived such as fixing lightbulbs back in the days

DISLIKES: old men who wear too much perfume, getting up too early, annoying people who get on his nerves, delinquents who want to harm Mikey or Toman, being out of cigarettes, when Mikey steals his food, slow days in the shop

ASTROLOGY: taurus

ELEMENT: fire

WEATHER: sunny

COLORS: black, red, white

ANIMAL: dragon

SEASON: spring/summer

WEAPON OF CHOICE: his fists/his whole body

𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀, 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺.

MOTHER: his mother was a prostitute who abandoned him at birth and died when he was two years old

FATHER: he never knew his father, he was probably a client of his mother {he's pretty much an orphan}

BEST FRIENDS: Manjiro Sano {Mikey}, Takashi Mitsuya, the rest of the founding Toman members, Takemitchy, Emma, Inupi

SIBLINGS: none

#— 私は存在します · i rebel therefore i exist {ABOUT}

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emptymanuscript · 1 year

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Day 2 of lila's 12 days of writers self love, Crown, from one of the future stories in Knights of Day that should eventually get a book. There is a bit of gore and death (and possibly spoilers) in this one, so I'll put it under a cut.

The stentor started the sixth charge on the scroll of skin, "The summoning of the august dead to-"

The giant demon face carved into the door spoke, the opening of it's mouth flashing the heavy gray twilight outside, cutting off the crime, "The Lady in Gray."

Around the throne room, each of the suits of armor raised their polearm and slammed the butt against the marble floor five times.

The demon face split, the great doors swinging wide to the world beyond and a single figure dressed all in gray. Her mask, some kind of pelvic bone, the top was carved in a glory of triangles, like the top of the Statue of Liberty. The lower part, carved in a semblance of a maze with the paths crossing over and under and swirling in an impossible to solve path covered all signs of her face.

James and Zephyr both gaped, Zephyr's jaw hanging lower and lower as the woman floated to the center of the throne room floor.

She dropped to the floor into the lotus position. She bent her arms before touching fist to fist before raising two more arms from her gray dress, bending one low to the ground and twisting it into the hand sign for 'fear not.' The second hand rose high and with a tiny jerk, a collapsible staff snapped from her fist, the bottom just whispering against the ground in the silence.

Her voice itched in James' ears, familiar, annoyingly familiar, as if he had heard it before, in this life, not one of those clinging memories from Bonelfoermos or his other lives. "Emperor Ogedai, your Empire grows. The Swarm grows. Five hundred thousand."

The Emperor rose from his throne and bowed low to her, trying in his posture to diminish the height of the dias that set him above her. "You honor us with your august presence, great Lady. I have only done as you bade me long ago and brought the world to heel for-"

"I do not need reminding," she said in a monotone. As if it all meant nothing and she was just reading a well trodden script. "I remember every word I have ever spoken to you and every word you spoke in return."

"Do you? I wonder sometimes. With that mask it is sometimes hard to tell."

"Perhaps a demonstration, then."

Zephyr leaned close, up on tiptoe to mutter to James, "Does her voice sound familiar to you?"

Zephyr jerked so hard James had to grab his arm to prevent him tipping over when the Lady in Grey struck her staff twice against the marble flooring. Around the room every suit of armor echoed her strikes.

The giant demon face spoke again, "The Lady in Red."

The face split, the door opening to reveal a tall, skeletal woman, draped in a soaked robe the color of fresh blood.

James gripped Zephyr's arm tighter. "What the fuck is going on?"

The Lady in red stalked into the throne room like a horror movie monster, a predator on the prowl, gore streaking behind her, drawing a carpet of blood and minced gristle.

JJ whispered, "Fuck me if I know, but God just showed up to our trial."

The Lady in Red snapped her head toward JJ, who clapped her hands over her own mouth to shut herself up. The Lady in Red's mask was a stretch of fresh wood, the bark still on it, bound tight in thorny vines piercing through her ruby black hair. Where eyes should be in the face were flint spear tips. Instead of a mouth the broken bottom of a saber tooth's skull reared its fangs over the bottom tusk's of a boar's jaw.

James shivered and glanced away as if the spear tips were looking at him and he just couldn't take it.

The mask slowly turned back on the Emperor as she stalked to exactly five paces behind the Lady in Gray.

The hand the Lady in Gray held in the symbol for 'Fear not' raised, and she pointed with two calloused fingers at the Fae ambassador. "Our words are not for the ears of the dreaming world. Let only the sleepless hear."

There was one pregnant heartbeat of silence, the ambassador's thin face, stretching wide in terror, then a primordial scream, a whoop of feral destruction, every monster in the dark shrieking that its prey was at hand as the Lady in Red leaped over the Lady in Gray's head, pouncing in one giant motion toward the dias. She whipped up her arms like claws, blood and ravaged meat splattering across the throne room.

James clapped his free hand to his face as the hot spray struck him, stealing away his breath as the memory of other moments of gore and rage flashed across his mind. His other hand gripped even tighter on Zephyr, hauling him close as Zephyr's legs gave out, his whole body shaking as he whimpered.

The Lady in Red fell on the ambassador before he had made the full turn to run, her hands striking into the Fae's side in a brittle snapping of bones. There was a wet rush as her clinging bare feet drove him to the ground and one hand ripped his heart free from the far side of his chest. She howled hungrily, holding the heart high. Two more arms struck from the bloody robe, grabbing his face and skull and ripping his head sideways with a crack.

She turned her bloodied mask on the Emperor.

Every guard in the room stepped back, away from the threat.

The Lady in Gray, again in serene monotone, said, "I trust this satisfies as my credentials."

The Emperor went to his knees, bowing forward so his forehead touched the marble step below his dias, his black robes spreading like a stain. "What is it you wish, terrible and august brides of death?"

#the knights of day #the lady in gray #the lady in black #emperor ogedai #writeblr

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lokigodofaces · 2 years

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C1: Help! I've Been Buried Alive!

(Also, I have a bingo, you just can't see it because I don't feel like editing the bingo board)

Jemma Simmons in Season 4 Episode 16 when she was buried alive. I always felt like that this was kind of brushed over by the show. Seriously, she was buried alive and found out that she was murdered and put in a mass grave. That takes more than two seconds to come to terms with.

Ao3

It should be a nearly instantaneous transition. One second, Jemma and Daisy will be lying down on the Zephyr, electrodes attached to their heads, and the next they'll be heaven knows where in the Framework. The last thing Jemma perceives in the real world is the cold table against her fingers.

The first thing she feels in the Framework is pressure against her entire body from all sides. It is pitch black, and Jemma can smell something rotting. Grains of dirt are in her mouth, grinding against her teeth. Most importantly, she can't breathe.

All of this information floods her head in less than a second, and panic takes over as Jemma tries to get herself out of this. Knowing that dying in the Framework will kill her in real life doesn't help her in reigning in her panic enough to think.

Being buried alive doesn't give her good odds.

She jerks her limbs around instinctively, to the best of her ability, that is. Surprisingly, she can move around. The dirt surrounding her shifts around with her every movement. Jemma nearly screams when she accidentally grabs what feels an awful lot like a cold, rotting human foot. She throws her arms away from that direction, making the ground shift violently around her.

Despite the adrenaline overflow and the underflow of oxygen, Jemma is problem solving. If there's anything on how to survive being buried alive, she doesn't know it. Caught in an avalanche though, that she knows about. And unless the Framework's gravity is beyond messed up (which somehow doesn't seem like too much of a stretch in comparison with Jemma's S.H.I.E.L.D. career), the center of gravity is the opposite direction of the surface.

Jemma forces herself to salivate before she opens her mouth and tilts her head until her saliva runs down her cheek. She starts flailing her limbs in what she now knows is up, feeling herself start to feel faint.

Now that she knows what she's doing, she starts to make progress. As dirt falls down on her, Jemma wraps her fist around some roots. They're thin, and hopefully mean she's near the surface. She pulls on the roots, moving her body up as dirt falls off her and goes underneath her. She keeps doing this until, finally, her hand breaks through.

She uses her hands to pry her hole into a larger one, ripping most of the plant out of the ground. Once her head breaks free, she gasps for breath and closes her eyes, blinded by the sun. She does nothing but shield her eyes and cough up dirt for what must be several minutes, still half buried.

When she can finally breathe and her eyes adjust to the light, Jemma starts to push dirt off her legs. Looking down, she sees her sweater is covered in blood, the centers of the stains being two bullet holes.

"I was murdered," Jemma whispers, trying to process what is happening. "I was killed and dumped in a mass grave." Looking around her surroundings, she sees a familiar building. "The Academy? But that would mean…oh no! No, no, no, no.” Jemma shakes as she realizes what must have happened to this virtual reality, all while still recovering from being buried alive.

She stops digging herself out for a moment and covers her face with her hands, sobbing as her mind processes all that has happened. Adrenaline courses through her veins still, keeping Jemma alert and expecting danger. It isn’t until that drains from her system that she begins to calm down. She finishes digging herself out of her shared grave.

“What sort of mess is this world in?” she asks herself as she walks towards the gates, hoping she can get out of the field that way while avoiding harm.

#jemma simmons #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. (2013 2020)#MCUHorrorBingo #i'm not making this stuff up she was literally buried alive & the show brushed over it #like i dont have that many complaints about aos that show is brilliant but sometimes things like this happen & i sit there like how is this #never brought up again? how? this is kinda a big deal?

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rebirthfan09 · 2 years

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Into The Future-Prologue

So people as you know this is a time travel story. Above is what Zephyr and Nuffink look like in the book , also not my art! This is obliviously and time travel book they are put is right after season 4. So here are everyone's ages. [And yes, Nuffink is as hot and sexy in the book as he is in the image above]

Zephyr: 18

Nuffink: 17

RTTE Gangs age.

Hiccup: 19

Astrid: 19

Snotlout: 19

Fishlegs: 18

Ruffnut/Tuffnut: 18

New Berk gang.

Hiccup: 39 [Don't worry he ain't have any grey hairs, same with Astrid]

Astrid: 39

Snotlout: 39

Fishlegs: 38

Ruffnut/Tuffnut: 38

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The gang hovered over the ocean, today was there break off, it had been a week sense tehy defeated Viggo and Ryker, the gang were head to go have some time off go get some food, and twins in particular were planning on trying to find some MonstrousNightmare gel do to the fact that you had to pay to get Snotlout's. Hiccup and Astrid were just planning on finding a nice spot to talk, after all it had been a week sense the gang found out they were a thing.

Toothless ear pricked up, he sniffed the air, an unfamiliar cent filled the air, all the dragons seem to notice, Hiccup calmed Toothless, but he continued to sniff the air, Stormfly did the same, all the dragons did. "Hiccup, what is wrong with dragons!" Astrid said, Hiccup shook his head they weren't out of control, they just seemed more eager then before to get to the trade market. Toothless bolted forward, and so did the rest of the dragons.

When they reached the island Toothless trying to push Hiccup towards the bar, he didn't understand, was something wrong with his dragon. "Toothless, No. We're not going in there, at least not right now." Toothless snarled, Snotlout bought a club, and the twins hung Snotlout from a and used the club to hit him, well, almost, not before a loud crash was heard from the bar, it sounded like there was a battle going on in there, the twins smirked this was their kind of game. Tuffnut dropped the club leaving Snotlout hanging in the tree, they opened the doors and to their surprise to people who looked about there age were by a table.

The girl had her fists planted on the table, she wore a black long sleeve shirt, and swore a spiked shirt, her hair was down, she had auburn hair and bleu eyes, she wore something very similar to Astrid. The guy next to her look nothing like her, besides his face shape, he had green eyes and blonde hair, as blonde as Astrid's, he had a long light brown shirt on, and a dagger in one hand, they both had a strange symbol on their shoulder plates, Ruffnut started drooling over the guy, and Tuffnut couldn't stop staring at the guys dagger, it had three letters on it, NH. Not sure what it stood for but he wanted the dagger really bad.

He also looked a lot like Hiccup, well minus the missing leg. Their were some strange people on front of them, they were hunters, then the blonde boy spoke. "Dragons are not for sale." He said tilting his head sideways, the girl nodded at him, the girl stood up completely and they then begun to walk towards the door, Ruff and Tuff hid behind it so when tehy came out Tuff grabbed the guys dagger, the guy turned right away when he felt someone touch him, then the girl did to. Tuff squealed with joy. "Ha, ha! I have your cool dagger now!" He stated, the girl and the boy looked at each other and raised there brows.

Then the girl whistled, Ruffnut looked confused, until to Nightfury like dragons came up beside the two, you couldn't see there skin only there eyes, the outline of there body was seen but other why's the dragons were see through, Tuff and Ruff looked at each other in horror. "Now, you wouldn't mind giving me back my dagger now would you?" He gestured toward the dagger in Tuffnut's hands. "No. I took it, that means it's free!" Tuffnut stated, the girl looked at her brother tehy had the same look on there faces.

Then the girl spoke. Her voice was rich and sounded a little evil. "Well the, I guess there's only one thing left to do," she stated, Tuffnut looked at Ruffnut. "Tears." Then Tuffnut began to tear up, he dropped the dagger and the guy grabbed it off the floor. "You devil! How can you be so mean! Don't you have any soul! Look at him, he's just a baby." Ruffnut stated as her brother sucked his thumb and continued to cry. "No, and no." She stated the dragons behind them snarled Ruffnut continued to hold her brother who was crying.

The two looked back and Ruff and Tuff they giggled and walked into the dark forest disappearing into the night. Snotlout was still hanging from a tree, he had managed to get himself down with the help of Hookfang, Barf and Belch were just chilling by the waterfall where the gang was supposed to meet up. Hiccup and Astrid enjoyed their time together watching Toothless and Stormfly not play. For their dragons were still acting weird.

Fishlegs was the first one to show up, him and Meatlug had been picking flowers to bring back to the edge. Snotlout showed up next, but the twins were last. Ruffnut came holding Tuffnut in her arms who was bawling his eyes out. Hiccup then spoke. "What happened?" Ruffnut looked at Hiccup and back to Tuffnut. "They were monsters Hiccup, they had dragons the were clear, and hey new Tuffnut's weakness! Now look at him, he can't stop crying, and the girl, oh that girl, she sounded as evil as ever, I swear they are gods sent from Odin to destroy us all!" Ruffnut screamed.

Hiccup and Astrid looked at each other, Snotlout was so confused, and Fishlegs was interested in the dragons Ruffnut talked about. "Woah, slow down Ruff. Who, and were these people?" Ruffnut shook her head. "They went into the wood woods and disappeared." She stated, Hiccup looked at Fishlegs. Then Fishlegs asked. "Hey, what did the dragons look like, what color were their eyes, and scales?" Ruffnut gave glare. "Didn't you hear a word I just said, you couldn't see there scales! All we know is they were shaped like Nightfury's! Oh, and, one had green eyes, the other blue."

Fishlegs squealed. "Hiccup you know what this means?" "There must be more Nightfuries out there." Astrid then spoke. "Um, Hiccup, doesn't that mean they trained those dragons?" Hiccup turned to Astrid, he hadn't thought about that. Tuffnut slowly stopped crying, that night the gang searched all over, but found nothing. So they stayed a night at the trade market. Not knowing what tomorrow would bring.

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Hiccup woke up to Astrid shaking him. "Hiccup...Hiccup! Wake up!" Astrid shook Hiccup, Hiccup got up and looked around. "Hiccup Toothless and Stormfly they're gone." Astrid stated, Hiccup stood up, she was right the only dragons left were Barf Belch, Meatlug, and Hookfang otherwise Stormfly and Toothless were gone. Hiccup and Astrid walked through the woods calling their dragons names. They then heard a roar, it sounded like Toothless but different more cat like. And then Hiccup and Astrid were pounced, they stared into the eyes a green eyed dragon, but it wasn't Toothless, instead it was white, with black ear tips, a black tipped tail also. It spikes going down it's back were black, it tongue was sticking out and it's tail was in the air wagging.

It then got off them, Hiccup and Astrid stared at the dragon in shock, it stopped jumping around and just moved it's face close to Hiccup, it sniffed him and it's eyes widened, then it bolted into the air, Hiccup looked up at the dragon in amazement. Hiccup had never seen Toothless fly by himself. Then the dragon basted plasma went through and disappeared. "Did he just disappear?!" Astrid said in shock. Hiccup was then licked to death by Toothless, he continued to lick his owner, he came out of know where. "Toothless! Where were you bud." He said as Toothless continued to nuzzle him. He then got off Hiccup and began to jump around.

"What is with him, he's acting like he does ever Snoggletog when you make that trout dish." Astrid stated, Hiccup nodded. "Yeah, I've never seen him so excited before." Hiccup said, Astrid helped him up, then Hiccup felt talons wrap around him, Astrid got picked up to, Hiccup looked up to see a similar dragon to the white one, but it was black, it had a white dot on it's nose, white ear tips, a white chest, not only that a person in armor was on it's back, Hiccup looked over the white dragon had picked it to had a rider on it's back, Hiccup looked down at Toothless, he didn't seem at all stressed or worried, then Hiccup was thrown into the air and caught again.

"Who are you?!" Hiccup heard Astrid hiss, now the two Nightfury like dragons were right beside each other. Hiccup watched the two look at each other, then they hovered down by the rest of the gang, Fishlegs looked in worry, then Stormfly hovered right beside them, she gave a friendly squawk. Astrid mouth dropped open, she couldn't believe it, she didn't even try to get her out of the Nightfury like talons. Then Hiccup and Astrid were set down gently by the rest of the gang by the waterfall.

Hiccup went strait to Astrid to make sure she was okay. Hiccup looked over at the two dragons, their riders got off their dragons, they both crossed their arms. Hiccup looked over, Ruff and Tuff came stomping over to the two riders. "You! You made my brother cry!" Ruff said pointing to the rider with white and black armor. Then changed Ruffnut's pointer to the rider in black armor, they raised their hands in surrender. "I mean you!" She said pointing harder at the one in black and white armor.

Then Hiccup watch the the black and white Nightfury like dragon walk forward and start to growl at Ruffnut. Ruffnut backed up, then the rider in black and white armor spoke. "Dart? Stay down, she can't hurt me girl." Hiccup watched in shock as the dragon backed away, it's teeth no longer bared. The one who spoke was female, then she pulled off her helmet, reveling a auburn haired blue eyed girl.

The boy was stilling leaning on his dragon, giving glares through his helmet. "So, your probably all wondering who we are. My names Zephyr, and that's my brother over there, his names Nuffink." Tuff and Ruff's eyes widened. "Wait, but you two look nothing alike?" Ruffnut exclaimed. Then the boy pulled off hsi helmet. "Truth be told your right, but if you would see our parents you could tell were siblings." Ruffnut started drooling again, everyone was still in a bit of shock, he was tall, really tall, like 6'1.

Snotlout, looked at the dude shocked, everyone did, the girl was a bit shorter them him. 5'9 at least, Hiccup looked at there dragons, he watch as Toothless walked over to them, they began to play, the white one continued to pounce on Toothless. Nuffink, looked at the white dragon and explained. "The black one with white ear tips is Dart, and the other is Pouncer." Fishlegs squealed. Fishlegs asked towards the riders. "Are they Nightfury's?" Zephyr answered. "No actually, there called Nightlights, and hybrid between a Nightfury and another type of fury."

Astrid then spoke up. "So, where you guys from?" She asked, Nuffink spoke up. "Classified information Astrid Fearless Hofferson." Everyone's jaws dropped. Snotlout spoke. "How do you know her name!" Zephyr and Nuffink turned to him and raised their brows. Hiccup was thinking the same thing, who were these people and how did they know everyone's names.

#HTTYD #Hiccup #Astrid #Snotlout #Fishlegs #Ruffnut/Tuffnut #Toothless #zephyr #hiccstrid #nuffink #Hookfang #Barf/Belch #Stormfly #Meatlug

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Aika

Summary: Of how Sy came to find Aika.

Word count: 923

Warnings: Major fluff, mentions of military life.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: I’m weird and I Googled the meaning of the name Aika. Google says it’s a Japanese name which means Love Song. Which made me come up a headcanon which turned into a drabble. I don’t speak Japanese so if Google is wrong I’d love to be corrected. 🖤 Not Beta’d.

Title: Aika

Long before he was hardened by war and the desert's harsh climates, Logan Syverson travelled the world. A young man all on his own, he embarked on a journey throughout the seven continents, seeking reason and meaning and whatever existed yonder.

No answers carried on the wind, only the melancholy of solitude instigated from each departure. But what Sy did find was words, for every country left him with at least one memorable phrase that found resolve in the depths of his mind and heart.

And from all the words he discovered - Aika was his favourite. It meant love song, as he was told by a man who kindly hosted him in his home in Japan.

Years whisked by like sand in the zephyr. The man who once was smooth was now burred and worn by hard labour under the sun. Still, through fire and destruction, 'Aika' lingered in his mind, a reminder of tenderness hiding amidst the hardship of life.

One day, he thought, he will find a reason to use this word.

During his fourth year of service in Bagdad, the Captain's unit was sent to remove debris and assist civilians back to their homes. Smoke and dust hung heavy in the air in a looming cloud of death. Taught to forfeit emotions, Syverson gave his men order to finish the task and patrolled the ruins to seek for remaining refugees.

Walking through the destroyed street, his mind made vacant when a small yip suddenly lured him from the path.

"A child?" He hoped not. Furrowing his brow, Sy followed the desperate mewl with bemused senses, striving to analyse the source. The cries became prominent and eager as he marched toward a little crease which formed between two destroyed buildings. Curious, the Captain crouched to the ground and peered into the black hollow, detecting nothing in the darkness until -

His eyes widened with wonder.

Fear and desperation swam within two honey-brown orbs. Amidst the wreckage, a puppy huddled, shuddering and abandoned. Sy shuffled closer to examine the animal, a crack already forming in his stone-crested heart as his own face reflected on the pooch's sad gaze.

"You ain't gonna bite me, right?" He asked and carefully reached a fist for the pup to smell him. Bumping its nose against his knuckles, the dog inhaled thoroughly before offering a tongue to taste the man's hand.

Warmth pervaded Syverson’s chest, gleeful at the tickling sensation and the display of trust as the puppy gave him another lick.

"Let's get you out of here, little one." Shifting into the hollow, he pulled the dog out gingerly stretched to his full height. He held the puppy with one strong hand and studied it from head to tail.

"So, you're a 'she', huh?" Sy observed. The puppy seemed hungry for food and even more for touch, so much that she trembled in his grasp and sent her paws toward him in demand to be hugged. Not refusing her request, Sy pressed her against his broad chest and scratched behind her ear.

Wondering if she belonged to anyone, he scanned the surrounding to see if any other dogs were present, but there was nothing around them other than dust, and briefly, he was reminded that the strays at the area were wild dogs who were usually shot on sight.

Still frightened, the dog whined softly.

"Shh... it's okay, babe, it's all gonna be okay," Sy murmured, "we'll find ya some food and get ya cleaned up." Shaking her gently in his arms the way a father cradles a baby, he began to pace back to his unit.

All done patrolling, his men stood outside the transport vehicles, soaking the afternoon’s sun when they noticed their Captain holding a furry creature in his scarred arms.

"Who's that, Sir?" One of his men asked, forgetting his rank and jumping from the hood of the truck to pace toward the Captain. The others followed, raising their brows with curiosity, looking more like young boys than soldiers.

As hard and authoritative as he was, Sy chose to let their lack of obedience slide for the time being. Peering down at the pup in his arm, he ran a thumb on her forehead, to which she responded by shutting her eyes and huffing.

"Looks like a German Shepherd; they are good dogs, loyal."

The men circled the Captain and smiled with childlike glee - it was rare to see something so tender and naive among the blight of war.

"Permission to ask a question, Sir?" another soldier asked, to which the Captain nodded with approval.

"Are you going to keep it?"

As if understanding the Private’s question, the pup turned her head to meet Syverson's grumpy glare, her eyes washed of innocence and plea before she made a wicked attempt to climb onto his neck and nibble his beard. Sy narrowed his eyes at her and held her back while tutting to scold her.

"Her name is Aika, and she's mine." he decided, "Now get back into the vehicles; we're heading to base."

The men stood straight and saluted their Captain and then quite unwillingly turned away to fold into the trucks.

Grabbing Aika in two sturdy arms, Syverson held her up in front of his face and tilted his head, examining her one last time before finally, finally, breaking into a wide, toothy grin.

“Yeah, Aika fits,” he murmured.

After all, she was just like him - another lonely soul that needed someone to take care of her.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sand Castle

Credits: Divider by @firefly-graphics

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mercurial-madhouse · 3 years

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Anonymous asked: I wish you would write... A Disney princess!AU (like cinderella or sleeping beauty or snow white) where both of them are princes just that they follow the same general plotline (for example H could be prince charming and L could be the one that got put to sleep or hidden somehow/some reason).

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You don’t have to say you love me (Just let me adore you)

Fiery sunlight flashes through the pendant soaring through the air, its broken chain trailing behind like snapped heartstrings.

Wrenched out of a waking dream, confusion and shock overwhelm Harry as he lurches on the shifting deck. Reeling yet frozen, he scans the insanity before him.

In his enchanted absence, chaos has usurped his throne. Niall, Liam, and Zayn are all racing about, attempting to contain the mayhem. And he’s… Why is he in his purple ceremonial robes? Why is he at sea? And the strange man a few metres away, who has just lost the pendant—what’s his name?—Ben. Why the bloody hell is Ben covered in sea creatures? Only his outstretched hand is visible, clawing for one end of the broken chain that’s sailing just out of reach.

The horrifying truth catapults into Harry’s chest. Caught within the magic bound into that necklace, he’d almost married this stranger. But this isn’t the man he loves.

Fear drives like a weighted anchor into his chest. Someone or something slams into him from behind.

Stumbling forward, Harry searches the quarterdeck desperately for the one person missing, the last person he remembers. Relief battles surprise and both cascade over Harry, unlocking his lungs beneath the flood-tide of emotion when Harry finds him.

Louis’s bracing barefoot against the opposite rail near Harry’s quarters, the captain’s cabin. The loose white shirt Harry first gave him, the one he’d flung off his own back when he’d found Louis stranded naked on the rocky shore three days ago, hangs haphazardly from one pale shoulder. The silent, shipwrecked sailor had struggled with the buttons then as though he’d never seen them before. Even now the shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, one side tucked into his trousers as though Louis had thrown it on in a frantic rush to get here.

Ocean blues, wide like the ebbing tide, lock onto Harry’s. Harry launches through the melee of people and ocean life to reach Louis. Harry’s always hated low tide. Always felt like he was helplessly watching the shoreline as the ocean receded ever further away from him.

The circular pendant hits the deck and cracks. A golden flash bursts from the object, halting the tumult as it blinds everyone.

Harry’s heart surges into his windpipe as the beam zings across the deck, slams into Louis’s throat, and disappears.

Shock etches over Louis’s face. He pushes three fingers against his neck then swallows.

He opens his mouth… and speaks.

Harry’s world upends, throwing him back beneath the swirling waters of his own shipwreck eight days earlier. Up and down collide with past and present as the voice he’s dreamed of since that day comes to life and enchants him all over again with a single word.

“Hazza.”

Harry grins at the obvious curiousity scrunching Louis’s features. Whether he never could talk or the shipwreck that brought him to Harry’s shores left him too afraid to speak, Harry doesn’t know. But his beautiful features are so wonderfully expressive it’s as though Harry’s fluent in a language he didn’t realize he knew.

“What. Haz?”

Louis nods, glancing at the closed door they’d just come through after Harry’s mum, the queen, had shooed them out of her private chambers with a wave and that childhood name for Harry on her lips.

“It’s short for Hazza.” Why is he telling Louis? His mum never calls him Haz unless they’re alone, and now he’s adding to the slip-up?

Louis’s eyes light up with such pure delight that Harry’s heart skips a beat and promptly rolls over in his chest like it’s prepared to give up the ghost to the ocean depths. He tucks a wayward strand of hair out of Louis’s eyes. Countless brushings and his hair is as wild as it’d been when Harry found him yesterday. Untameable as the ocean that’d brought him here.

Mouth suddenly dry despite emotionally drowning, Harry’s tongue flicks out to wet his lip. He follows his heart over the ocean horizon that’s reflecting in those blue eyes. “You can call me that, if you want. Hazza.”

He’s officially lost his mind. Only his mum has the right to either name. But the soft, private smile Louis bestows upon him is so warm that Harry feels like he’s been crowned the prince all over again. All the adoration of the entire kingdom pales compared to the affection emanating from Louis now.

Louis’s mouth forms silently over the word, like he’s testing the feel of the name on his lips the same way he’s once again rubbing the ruffled silk cuff of the pale blue shirt he’s wearing between his fingertips. A flash of sadness momentarily dims Louis’ smile, but then it returns larger than before, crinkling the corners of his eyes, as though Louis still loves what neither of them can hear.

Harry would give up his claim to the throne for that smile.

“It’s you.”

The choked words burble up from his throat like bubbles through swirling seas. Two more steps and Louis’s in his arms. Holding Louis feels like the wild exhilaration of setting sail. Louis smells like saltwater air, a zesty ocean zephyr billowing the sails and guiding Harry ever onwards.

Unable to process, Harry tries to clutch Louis close and look into his face at the same time. His forehead bumps into Louis’s temple; his palm curves over Louis’s jaw.

“How is this-... I don’t-...”

Louis’s fingers fist in the purple velvet of Harry’s coat. “I’ll explain everything, Hazza, I s-”

Even though ragged with desperation, the vibrant sound of his voice shocks through Harry. Fantasy and reality collide and fragment into crystal clarity.

The man of his dreams is standing before him. Wide awake this time with no water filling his lungs, Harry refuses to lose Louis again.

He’d almost kissed Louis in the grotto before their boat upended. Now he ducks in to smash his lips into Louis’s before anything else can break them apart.

The port side of the ship runs aground over a submerged sandbar. A barrel careening across the deck slams into Harry in the massive shockwave surging over L'Esprit as she keels to starboard, wrenching Louis from his grasp.

“Sire!” His first mate Liam catches Harry around the waist, hauling him against the mainmast he’s got hold of. But Louis stumbles, unable to find his balance.

“No!” Harry’s hand catches empty air as Louis hits the deck, sliding with everything not held down until he slams into the starboard rail.

The ship shudders and stills, canted slightly.

Gripping the rail, Louis pushes back to his feet. Harry pushes away from Liam. The sun sinks over the horizon. A blinding green flash shoots up from the spot where she fell into the sea.

“Mary mother,” Niall, Harry’s helmsman, breathes nearby, quickly crossing himself.

Every sailor knows the superstition. The green flash. The impossible will be made possible.

Harry staggers, halting halfway to him when Louis freezes. The blood drains from Louis’s face right before he disappears from view, engulfed in the same golden magic that’d left the necklace and returned his voice.

The golden hurricane vanishes.

Pure disbelief consumes Harry.

Louis’ shirt and tattoos are gone, replaced with pale skin broken only with tiny translucent scales where his tattoos used to be. They flash golden in the last rays of light, trailing down to a magnificent fishtail. Iridescent blue, with each tiny movement the colour shifts, as though the ocean and all her colours are captured within. Speckled throughout are scales of coral red, deep and luscious.

Harry blinks. The illusion remains. Fin smacking against the wood, Louis struggles upright, bracing on his palms.

Harry’s dimly aware of those eyes locking back onto him.

Louis slowly shakes his head, the plea so obvious on his face. “Hazza, I can expl-”

A slow chuckle from the forecastle breaks through the haze of disbelief clouding Harry’s senses.

Ben rises to his feet, casually brushing off guppies and starfish. The smirk on his face transforms his features and a wave of disgust rolls over Harry.

“Even the ocean knows you don’t belong together.”

He’s speaking to Louis.

Louis shakes his head again, tail flopping once more as he tries to straighten his torso best he can. His scales are already wrinkling, drying out in the warm evening air. “You enchanted him with me voice! How was I-”

Ben cuts Louis off by holding up a hand, three fingers raised. “Three days. That was the contract. You had three days to find your true love’s kiss, no matter what.”

Harry can’t keep up. That word, love, shocks him into speaking, but only a noise comes out before Louis’s growling at Ben in an echo of that burst of impetuous fire Harry’s seen glimpses of these past few days.

“I love him.” The melody of Louis’s voice changes. “Please, Simon, just give me one more minute.”

But Ben only laughs again, that same light chuckle. It grows, steadily deepening into a throaty cackle. A cloud of black envelops him until that laughter emanates from the void, punching through Harry and the hearts of every sailor aboard.

The monstrosity left in the wake of that cloud and laughter has several sailors crying out in fear, backing away. The human half is older, greying hair and cutting eyes. Instead of a tail, the creature ends in thick tentacles.

Simon leers at Louis. “Your voice belongs to me now.”

He lunges. Louis throws himself back against the rail. His eyes find Harry. Time frees Harry’s legs. He dives forward.

Simon’s arm catches Louis around the chest. His tentacles lock around that beautiful tail. Louis’s fingers claw into the wood, but the suckers latching into his scales immobilize him.

They vanish overboard.

“No!” Harry slams against the railing in time to catch a final glimpse of iridescent scales choked by black tentacles disappearing beneath the white-capped waves. He tears the buttons of his waistcoat ripping the ornate fabric off. He grabs the railing to dive overboard.

A hand grabs his arm, wrenching him back.

“Majesty, are you mad?!” Niall stares at him in horror. “You’re human, Sire!”

A burst of agony-fueled anger surges through Harry. “I don’t care,” he roars, wrenching his arm free. “I love him.”

It doesn’t matter that he’s in love with a fish.

Niall grabs him again. “I know.” Voice softer, but no less intense, he shakes his head. “But the ocean floor is only a grave for the likes of us. You’ll be dead before you can get close.”

The pity in Niall’s eyes hurts Harry more than his next words.

“He’s lost, Harry.”

Refusing to believe that, Harry shakes his head, jerking away from the words. Something flashes on the deck.

The compass that’d been around Ben’s, no, that monster’s neck. Harry’s heart lurches into his throat when he recognizes it.

It’s his compass. Understanding that his first love would always be the sea, his mother had gifted it to him when he’d turned sixteen two years ago, so he’d always find his way home no matter how far over the horizon he sailed. He’d been clutching it when he’d gone overboard in the storm, and was so certain he’d lost it in the shipwreck.

Harry snatches it from the deck. The broken chain falls away but Harry can only stare as the familiar weight in his palm settles in a pained squeeze around his heart with a single flash of a memory.

Floating. Numb. Idle waves weaving over his legs. A comforting pressure over his torso.

Gentle fingers brush a wet lock of hair from his face. The stranded curl slides over his cheek. His fingers curl around his compass.

Distant voices. “Majesty! Prince Harry!”

The weight shifts, startled. Lips brush a soft kiss over his brow.

“Live,” that bright voice that’d just been singing, beckoning Harry towards the surface of his consciousness, whispers, quiet yet commanding.

“Your Majesty! Prince Harry!”

A hand smooths down his arm and slides over his palm. The weight of his compass vanishes with the fingers. Someone splashes away through the shallows.

Blinding sunlight pierces his eyes as he pushes them open. He’s alone on the shore. Niall and Liam are racing across the surf towards him.

“Your majesty!” Liam’s shout jars Harry from the memory. The ocean had claimed him, and the ocean had saved him. It’s not Louis’s eyes that were familiar. After all these years, Harry’s now certain the ocean has been familiar because it swirls in captured sunswirls in those eyes he’d finally found three days ago.

And like the ebbing tide slipping through his fingers, that freedom has once again sunk beyond his reach.

“Majesty?” Liam’s fingertips brush his elbow to get his attention. Sorrow washes his voice soft. “Your orders?”

Harry can’t look away from his compass.

The glass is cracked, as broken as the mechanism within. The arrow no longer points north, but west, towards the horizon. Angry tears blur his vision as frustration wells in the pit of his stomach. He’s spent years seeking the heart of the ocean, only to find it, only to lose him. Louis saved him twice and now Harry can’t help him.

Harry can’t follow.

Harry clutches the compass until his knuckles are white, riding the roiling wave of frustration desperately. A warmth bursts from the compass and flushes his palm. Startled, Harry jumps. Like sunlight shifting over the surface, the compass flashes with a remnant of that golden magic of Louis’s voice that’d burst from it earlier.

Hope flutters like twin swallows taking flight in his chest. Harry turns back towards the rail where the arrow is pointing.

The broken arrow moves with him, aiming ever onward in the direction Simon and Louis had vanished. Harry’s facing due west but the arrow now points north before him.

“Sire?” Niall’s eyes are wide. He crosses himself again, staring at the compass in Harry’s hand.

A grim determination sweeps over Harry. “Get us afloat, Liam.”

His first mate nods. As Liam turns, barking out orders to the rest of the crew, Harry pockets his compass and throws off the lavender waistcoat that matches the coat he’d already discarded.

Unbuttoning the top three buttons of his white shirt, he rolls his sleeves up and turns to Niall.

“To the helm, Niall. I’ve got a prince to find.”

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(Of the three Disney-inspired ideas that came to me, I attempted with this one to stick as close to a direct retelling with Louis as the princess as the prompt requested. I’d also always wondered how Prince Eric knew where to find Ariel so he could help her defeat Ursula in the Disney version of Little Mermaid. I tried to answer that here. Hope you enjoy, Anony! I know it took a while. Moving homes can make writing time hard to find! And a huge thank you to you, Lily, for all your help, love!)

Have something else you’d like to see me write? Send me an ask (anon or no) completing the sentence ‘I wish you’d write a fic where…’

OT5 Superpowers

Invisible Louis

Only one bed (H-POV)

Only one bed (L-POV)

ABO new-omega!Louis drabble that became a fic on AO3.

OT4 Spy AU

Disney-Inspired 1: Liam/Harry/Louis as Niall’s three fairy godmother roommates.

#trackinghome #hlcreators #hljournal #1dsource #yourlarrysource #tracksintheam #larry fanfiction #1d fanfiction #drabble

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AU tag game

Rules: I dare you to make an AU of a WIP on the spot and fill in the following intro categories

AU title: Demon Deal AU

Setting: A country with a dimensional rift that allowed magic in also divided it into four parts: magical, demonic, post-apocalyptic and modern.

Concept:

The main cast of Tears of Iron made a deal with a demon god for a special power in exchange for a supernatural price that can't cost them their life. They all made the contract to get out of the demonic dimension. Now they are in the magical dimension, but as brainwashed slaves of an organisation that wanted to use those powers for themselves (god powered magicians are a jackpot).

Zephyr erased everyone's memories to make them work for the organisation willingly (less risky resistance), so they would forget their contracts and couldn't use their powers (and therefore wouldn't have to pay the price).

If you don't remember the contract, you can't be paying for it.

Zephyr is the only one who remembers and uses his power to the max to spare the others, since he doesn't consider his price to be as high (he pays in internal bleeding and pain in equal time he uses his magic. He can't die from it, so it's cool, right?)

Aesthetics: white sandy beach by a steel grey sea, a giant rusty red bridge leading nowhere, a great forest with neon green luminescent spots on the bark, dark blue smog over a city cast in eternal twilight, the invisible pillars of shimmering power at the boarders

Tiny scene/line:

Leander looked at Zephyr's pristine black suit and stony face and leaned on the wall as far away as possible.

"You know, Skye keeps telling us you aren't a traitor. That you did all of this to protect us. In your own sick way, but still."

Zephyr leaned against the wall opposite him, burying his hands in his pockets. Not very stylish, but he was so tired of pretending and keeping strong. His friends has always been his source of comfort, their joyful expressions, their carefree laughts, sparkling eyes.

The beautiful painfree lives he had provided them in the best world possible.

But since they found out the truth, they have become endlessly tiring to be around.

"I'm trying to understand it, I really am," Leander continued, "but it's freaking insane. The more I think about it, the more I hate it."

Zephyr sighted and looked at his wrist watch. How long still? How many of these lectures is he going to suffer through?

Suddenly he was yanked by the collar. Leander's eyes were dangrously close, flashing like lighting before the storm starts.

"Excuse me, for not being thankful, that my best friend has erased and filled me with aritifical memories of his own choosing and regularly bleeds himself dry in his own twisted version of justice. In what hellish universe is this okay?"

"I really don't know what bothers you so much."

"The control! The pain! The pain you choose for yourself, for us, without us having a say! That you made this deal about us, without us and you are even freaking damn proud of it!"

Leander's voice broke at the end and he leaned into him, hands shaking, forehead against Zephyr's shoulder.

"What's my part of the deal? Why won't you let me find out?"

The raven just pressed his lips together and looked to the side.

"What if there is a way to find out? If I had chosen a deal,... wouldn't I have chosen to spare you from this?"

Zephyr winced.

A mistake.

Leander was still holding on to him, watching him from under his eyelashes like a hawk. He felt it.

"I would, wouldn't I." The blond rised his head. "That's it. That's what I would choose now, and that's what I would have chosen back then. And that's why you can't let me find out. It would counterattack your wish, your deal."

Zephyr didn't manage to stop himself from shaking his head in horrified denial, pushing Leander away from him. But the blond held on tight, clawing his fists in his clothes.

"And if the deal is countered by the means not of your doing,...you will be free."

Tagging if you want to play: @thewalkingnerdx @sleepyowlwrites @bloodlessheirbyjacques @catharticallysarcastic @myhusbandsasemni @avrablake @circa-specturgia @muddshadow @sharraus

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #tag game #au tag game #my writing #scene doesn't have to he as long as mine #this is just what I got and it only fits here #I have been watching lots of fantasy show trailers what can I do but an AU with my cast XD #open tag btw

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kyotakumrau · 3 years

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2021.06.11 sukekiyo 奇行少女・kikou syoujo -jet black ceremony- at Nakano SUNPLAZA

SE destrudo intro

01 aftermath

02 focus

03 celeste

04 グニャ結論。そして血眼。・gunya ketsuron

05 襞謳・hidauta

06 死霊のアリアナ・Ariana

07 嬲り・naburi

08 接触・sesshoku

09 首吊り遊具・kubitsuri

10 白濁・hakudaku

~ventilation break・windchime~

~session~

11 夢見ドロ・yumemidoro

12 愛した心臓・aishita shizo

13 Valentina

14 濡羽色・nurebairo

15 鵠・kugui

16 anima

~anima piano session~

17 ただ、まだ、私。・tada, mada, watashi.

report under the cut↓

I arrived at the venue early to make sure I can get the demo tape times two (but they actually had a good number of the cassette tapes, it was other items like the long sleeve tee that got sold out, the tee by ~75th person?).

I arrived at my seat a bit before 6 (start was 6:30), this time I was on the right side of the audience around 10th row. I really liked how the side rows were angled towards the stage, the view was very good and chairs were comfortable😆

There was the usual curtain/seethrough screen in front of the stage, but no back screen. They had usual sukekiyo setting for the members' equipment placement, utA on the left, Mika's drums back left, surrounded by plexiglass screen to block the sound between drums and Kyo's stand. Takumi's kingdom was back right, with all his keyboards and guitars. And then Yuchi front right, with his bass, upright bass and chaos pad etc.

After the announcement with the performance rules, the theater buzzer sounded and they slowly walked on the stage, starting with Yuchi, Takumi, Mika, utA and then Kyo.

Yuchi came on the stage wearing a black coat/jacket but he took it off later on, he had a white shirt with a small black print, fitted black pants and platforms.

Takumi had a ponytail and a jacket.

Mika, I could see him the least, his hair is quite short now, wore black shirt?

utA had a colorful jacket a bit like sukajan? floaty black pants and some silver chains. His hair is between chin and shoulder length now.

Kyo wore I think the same outfit as in January, long, oversized black coat, white shirt, black shorts, pink (red?) tabi boots. Gold accessories like rings, chain and pearl earrings. All MADARA except for the boots.

Takumi was so right in his message on twitter - the feeling like a flashlight of their 7 years of playing - when they started with destrudo/aftermath/focus/celeste I felt like I was suddenly back in 2014~15! But there were some rearranged bits, different guitars, different drum sound here and there etc. And the stage was so bright compared to their early years😂 but it still really brought me back.

The front screen was showing lyrics and various visuals, commenting that Mika is a genius is mandatory each time♡

During Celeste Kyo started to dance a bit and opening his coat more, which continued even more into Gunya Ketsuron, dancing and moving with the lyrics.

Yuchi is always so interesting to watch, drumming the chaos pad or playing wildly on his bass. He's rarely standing still!

For Shiryo no Ariana Kyo turned to his stand and sang while using effectors there, his face was projected on the front screen in black and white, but not real time feed all the time, there was a really nice looping effect used.

I love love love Naburi's madness🖤 every each time I want to start dancing, be it on the train, on the street or at sukekiyo's seated concert. The latter the only one when in the end I endure sitting still...mostly.

Video for sesshoku changed, but the marching sound stayed very strong. A big DOPE appeared on the front screen several times. Kyo had his arm up as in a salute.

And more dancing (on the stage and in my heart) during Kubitsuri Yuugu. Kyo also pointed at the audience when singing.

And hakudaku next! Woah!

it felt like Kyo sang that last 愛してる instead of the usual おやすみ when soon after he turned softly and walked off the stage, followed by the rest of the band.

Not sure how other people felt then, but for a brief moment I froze in panic - I knew it's too early to finish the show, so why were they leaving???

But then the message appeared on the screen

'We will be taking about 5min break to ventilate the venue. The buzzer will sound when the show will be about to restart'.

And I love how the band utilized the ventilation break to create two different parts of the show, I felt the mood following the break was quite different. During the break we could hear soft wind chimes.

Then they came back and started with a session. Holy moly, that session!! Kyo was using the PIPE (a mouth controlled synthesizer), I loved the bass there! Kyo also used the mic at his stand from about halfway through.

夢見ドロ is such a soft song, not a heartbreaking one like some suke songs can be, but softly vulnerable. 'There's no sin in love, please love this me, please love the free/unrestricted me.'

And then the live premiere of 愛した心臓・aishita shinzo (heart that loved). It's a soft sensual song with retro pop elements. 'one finger, two fingers, tongue. One love, two bodies. [cute my babe] Don't let me sleep'. Kyo was singing dancing softly as the lyrics appeared on the screen. '男も愛せる貴方を愛してる罪。愛彩'

Valentina meant more dancing from Kyo, the video on the screen was the retro racing game (if I'm not mixing it up). Nurebairo connected so well with the lyrics, it all was creating a story of longing, grasping. Kugui after was so beautiful, I think it's been a while we got to hear it live🖤

anima was followed by the session of piano and singing, it's something they usually do but you're never quite ready for. Very raw, each time. 'the broken heart, memories become pain, falling into a night hoping you love me'..

tada, mada, watashi at the end was amazing until the last note. The end credits were shown on the left side of the screen. Kyo finished with his hand stretched out then just softly turned and walked off the stage, we could hear his careful footsteps.

We started clapping, the piano version of Zephyr was played then. utA put his fist few times on his heart looking at the audience before leaving. Yuchi put his hands together in thanks. Takumi waved and nodded when leaving. Mika stood up at his set and waved his arms.

When leaving the venue we received picture tickets 🖤

#sukekiyo #奇行少女 #kikou syoujo #setlist #attempt at live report #中野サンプラザ

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for the prompts u asked.... maybe tom being jealous? Or tombrax + showing off, whatever you want

Tom Riddle hid his disdain as best as he could. What with growing up in the orphanage where fickle matrons took offence to every little sneer, he had thought himself a master of disguise and impassivness. Alas, Abraxas Malfoy seemed to bring out the worst in him.

Eileen Prince was just talking to him for fuck's sake. But the way she was talking to him! Oh ! Now that was something he couldn't easily forgive or forget. Tom was one of those remember and resent type of people. It kept things interesting in his life. Against everyone's most ardent tries, Tom had not grown up a good christian.

She had been partnered with Abraxas in potions while Tom dealt with the scatter brained Septimus Weasley. While the Gryffindor was brilliant, he wasn't nearly as funny or fun to work with as Abraxas was.

Septimus glanced over to Eileen and Abraxas' table and failed to hide his curious smile. "Ohoho." He only said. Tom asked him if he wished to elaborate on these inarticulate noises. Septimus only replied with an even more confusing eyebrow wriggle. THE FIEND! Tom Riddle refused to be mocked. He diced the ingredients and cursed Slughorn for his inter-house friendship bullshit. Dumbledore was happy with how everyone sat. So was every other professor. But no! Slughorn had to be the better person! He wanted to help everyone network and branch out of their comfort zone so he could collect more students.

Abraxas was the odd man out and he remained sitting with a Slytherin. He laughed that high laughter of his, not unlike a peacock. And Tom almost cut his finger from the rage that overcame him that Abraxas was laughing at Eileen's commentary on anything.

Septimus whistled.

Tom glared.

Septimus' grin widened. That bastard.

"You really want to try me?" Tom hissed under his breath so only Septimus heard him, defaulting to his Woolwich accent. "I'm a prefect, Weasley. I can make your life hell."

"What's hell?"

Tom forgot that most of these purebloods had fuck all clue about christianity. He sputtered, momentarily forgetting to be intimidating. "It's," then he thought better of it and gave up because if he started explaining hell then he would have to explain what heaven was and then he would have to explain Jesus AND THEN he would have to explain the holy trinity and from his previous experience it just was not worth it.

Slughorn instructed them that after they made their amortentia everyone would go around describing their smell.

Tom thought that he didn't want others to know what his smelled like.

But damn it. He couldn't sabotage his potion now.

Ugh.

Eileen giggled.

Tom's foot began to tap. He hated this lack of control.

Walburga Black was the first one to demand that Slughorn inspect her potion. "It is perfect," she said. Slughorn just smiled and told her not to get ahead of herself. "AND IF IT ISN'T PERFECT, THAT'S BECAUSE OF PREWETT'S LACK OF SKILL!"

Prewett, wisely, said nothing. Everyone and their cousin knew that nobody talked back to Walburga Black.

"What does it smell like for you?"

"It smells like victory."

That was vague to anyone that did not know that Orion Black had lucky socks he called victory. Tom did not say anything about them being cousins but he thought that it was... a little...backward.

Tom catalogued most people's smells just out of curiosity.

Avery's amortentia smelled like weed. Not weeds. No. Literally marijuana. Tom was amazed that that could be a bloody smell.

Lestrange's smelled like quidditch locker room. Tom was somehow disgusted in a way he did not know he could be.

He tried to smell his amortentia and couldn't find a distinct smell. This worried him. Had he bungled the potion???

Septimus Weasley looked too giddy to not have a smell.

Walburga yelled at Orion when he said that his amortentia smelled like lavender. "AND NOT ROSES?!" Everyone knew that Walburga's perfume was made of roses. "NOT ROSES!!!"

Orion looked away and tried to hide behind Shafiq.

Walburga almost crossed over to him to fight. People held her back.

Slughorn tried to calm her down. "Miss Black, I will be taking points from Slytherin if you do not calm down."

That did it.

Eileen looked at Abraxas and said: "I smell birds." Abraxas owned like 5 peacocks. After being rich that was his key personality trait. Tom wanted to remove Eileen off of the face of the Earth.

Avery noticed Tom's balled fists and took initiative. He gasped. Everyone looked at him.

Zephyr Avery, proud founder od Hogwarts' orinthology club, had this to say: "Eileen, I'm beyond flattered. But my heart does not belong to anyone except the call of birds!"

Abraxas began laughing again. Tom smiled at Abraxas.

It was Abraxas' turn to say what his smelled like. He bent down. Smelled the potion. And recoiled.

Tom did not think this was a good sign.

"It smells like cheap cologne! Ugh!"

It was so silent that if someone dropped a pin it would echo.

Walburga screeched. "HA! RIDDLE, I THINK ALL OF SLYTHERIN WILL CHIP IN TO BUY YOU PROPER COLOGNE!"

Laughter filled the classroom. Slughorn patted him on the back in consolation.

Tom Riddle wanted to die. But he was happy. But he wanted to die. But not literally die because he was terrified of dying. But he did not want to exist anymore.

"What does your amortentia smell like, Mr. Weasley?"

"Smells like carrots and apples."

"Okay." Slughorn and everyone had no idea who this might be but Septimus was smug.

"Mr. Riddle?"

His amortentia smelled like nothing. But he couldn't say that. So, he looked at Walburga Black and whispered, shyly (HA! AS IF HE WERE EVER SHY!): "The most beautiful rose."

Walburga Black took out her wand: "MUDBLOOD!!!! YOU UPSTART! YOU FIEND!!!"

She was not properly held back this time. Tom Riddle had to run out of the classroom, trying his best to stifle his laughter as he dodged her curses.

Slytherin wound up losing 15 points for that. Tom made them 20 so they were still winning.

#abraxas malfoy #lord voldemort #tom riddle #abraxas malfoy/tom riddle #abraxas malfoy x tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #amortentia #horace slughorn #avery sr #fic

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