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Jaune: You know, you guys didn’t have to bring me along on your honeymoon.
Nora: Aw, it was no issue Jaune. Right Ren? *Holds onto Rens arm*
Ren: Of course. Afterall, it was the least we could do after forgetting your birthday.
Jaune: It wasn’t that bad. Besides, you guys were busy preparing for your wedding, so it wasn’t your faults you forgot.
Nora: Either way, we thought you could enjoy the sights while we did some... newlywed activities. *Giggles like a child, still excited from their recent union*
Jaune: *Chuckles at Nora as he sets down their bags* Well, I guess all I can say is thanks. I’m gonna go grab the last of the luggage. You two just kick back and relax, alright?
Ren: Much appreciated Jaune. *Nods as he and his wife hold one another close, about to close in for a kiss*
Jaune: *Before leaving, he remembers something and pulls out an odd envelope from his pocket* Oh yeah, Ren, I almost forgot, this came in the mail before we left.
Ren: *Raises an eyebrow as he takes the envelope, opening its contents right as Jaune leaves the room*
Nora: Ooh~ That must be our marriage license.
Ren: Nora, this isn’t a marriage license. It’s a... restraining order?
Nora: *Shocked* Oh nuts! I was in such a rush I just grabbed the first form I saw and filled us both in.
Ren: It says we can’t be within... 25 yards of one another.
Nora: But 25 backyards is like... A lot! We got to get this fixed right away!
Ren: Nora, we need to file this to court if we wanna cancel it. And that may take a few days.
Nora: But... Our honeymoon. If we leave, we can’t enjoy it here. We’ve been looking forward to this for months.
Ren: I’m sorry, but unless we wanna risk breaking the law... again, there’s not really any other option.
Nora: No! I refuse! There’s gotta be something we can do to at least enjoy our honeymoon here, without getting in trouble, and until we can get this restraining order sorted out.
Jaune: *Kicks door open before coming in the rest of the luggage* Whew! Got the rest of the luggage guys! Anything else you two need before I head out?
Nora: ...
Ren: ...
RN: *Nod at one another*
Nora: Oh Jauney~ Do you think you could do us a big, BIG, favor?
Jaune: 🤨 ?
(Morning)
Nora: *Eating a nice stack of chocolate chip pancakes*
Jaune: *Pops in with a bouquet of pink lotus flowers*
Nora: *Smiles as she takes them, waving outside the window to Ren, whom is currently doing some yoga*
(Afternoon)
Ren: *Driving a jet ski through ocean*
Nora: *Laughs joyously as her and Jaune water ski, her sitting atop his shoulders*
Jaune: *In absolute agony, trying his best to keep his balance, hold up Nora, and not vomit from the speed they were going*
(Evening)
Ren: *Ballroom dances with Jaune before releasing him with a spin*
Jaune: *Miraculously maintains his spin as he elegantly makes his way to Nora*
Nora: *Catches him before dropping him down onto the floor in an attempt to dip him*
(Night)
We see Jaune in bed with someone, sweat dripping down his body as he thrusts wildly into them from above. The creaking sound of the bedframe could be heard 5 rooms over, the frame threatening to fall apart with each thrust, as well as the feminine wails of pleasure from his partner. This stops, as with one last push, the two let out loud sensual moan as they climax together, Jaune grinding himself as deep as he could as he filled them to the brim. Sliding himself out, Jaune moves over to the side of the bed, catching his breath before grabbing and pulling up his pants.
Jaune: So... Like that?
Ren: *Pants in exhaustion as he sits himself up* Yes... Just like that. Nora will love it. So don’t keep her waiting.
Jaune: *Sighs* Hope my aura’s ready this. *Stands up and cracks his back before rushing off to go break out Nora’s*
Ren could hear his footsteps as Jaune made his way over to the guestroom, where Nora had been patiently waiting. The rooms here had such thin walls, he wouldn’t be surprised if Nora had heard every bit of him and Jaunes passionate fornication. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if that only aroused her more.
Nora: Took ya long enough! Now come to mama fearless leader~
Ren lets out a small smile as he hears Jaune and Nora quickly begin their own bout of sexual intercourse, sounding just as wild and passionate as his own, if not more so. A yawn escaping his mouth, Ren decides it’s time to get some shut eye, excited to see what the next day brought them. Afterall...
That was just the first day of their honeymoon.
(2 Weeks Later)
RWBY: *Waiting by the bullheads to greet the newlyweds once they returned*
Ruby: *Eye widened as her friends came into view* Hey, there they are!
Yang: It’s about time. *Squints her eyes in confusion* Wait, why are those two standing so far apart from one another?
Blake: *Shrugs* Beats me. Looks like they enjoyed their time though.
Yang: *Smirks* How much you wanna bet it’s because they spent most of it breaking in their bed?
Weiss: Do you have to make everything so vulgar Yang?
Yang: Jeez Weissy, it’s just a joke. No need to be such a pru... Is Vomit Boy ok?
Blake: He looks like he’s been drained of every ounce of vitality he had.
Ruby: You think Ren and Nora had him do a lot of work for them?
Before they could continue, they watch as Jaune collapses onto the ground. The team quickly rushes over to their friend, wondering if he was alright. They come across Ren and Nora, having not moved to check on their leader for some reason, instead lower their heads in grief for their fallen teammate.
Ren: He was a good man.
Nora: *A tear fall down her cheek* And virile lover.
Ren: ... Yes.
RWBY: *Looks at the two in confusion, no clue as to what was even happening... that is until one of them happened to remember something*
Yang: ... Wait. Does this have something to do with joke restraining order I sent you?
#rwby#nora valkyrie#lie ren#jaune arc#ruby rose#yang xiao long#blake bellodona#weiss schnee#Renora#nora's arc#martial arcs#renora's arc#renorarc#Cyanide and Happiness#rwby smut
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Prologue: The Press Conference
26th August 1914, Daily Prophet
MINISTRY FORBIDS MAGICAL AID
IN THE MUGGLE WAR
In yesterday’s press conference, Minister Evermonde, Head of the British Ministry of Magic, introduced strict legislation against the involvement of wizardkind in the ongoing Muggle war. Any kind of magic use is strictly prohibited in matters of war and will result in severe punishment; the ground of justification is the International Statute of Secrecy.
Full article on page 3.
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Since July 14th, the Wizarding World has been put into a state of unease. Following the assassination of Muggle Archduke Franz Ferdinand and the declaration of war by Austria-Hungary, many wizards fear of the war spreading and the Wizarding World getting caught in the crossfire.
Addressing the precarious situation, the British Ministry of Magic gave an official statement on the 25th of August, 1914, in which Minister Evermonde made clear, that any sort of wizard involvement in Muggle warfare, threatens the International Statute of Secrecy and would not be tolerated unless authorised by Ministry Officials. Upon further questioning, whether the muggles do not deserve help and protection, he explained that ‘the Ministry simply doesn't have the resources to entertain and aid the muggle war as of now’.
‘The Ministry’s focus is to ensure our kind's safety. Therefore, it is of utmost importance that we divide our resources wisely. Not only is there a war raging but the Wizarding World is facing issues that, too, need tending. Protecting the Wizarding society is our top priority and we refuse to put it at risk. I can assure you, however, that the Ministry has the situation under control and acts on the matter as much as needed. […] I know this war is a very emotionally charged topic but I must ask that civilians may refrain from joining the fight and do not enlist on their own accord. It might undermine Ministry measures and therefore, any offence against the issued legislations will be punished.’
– Archer Evermonde, Minister of Magic, Press Conference regarding the Muggle war at the British Ministry of Magic, 25th August 1914
Despite Minister Evermonde ensuring that the situation is under control and that the Ministry is in constant exchange with parties of the International Confederation of Wizards, it needs to be clarified which measures exactly will be taken to aid the situation. So far it is only known that Head Auror, Willard Hartford, is planning to launch new operations to undermine and prevent attempts to harm the Wizarding World, primarily in response to the war and the latest Dark wizard activities – regarding the rumoured Azkaban break nothing was mentioned.
Ministries Unified
‘In these dark times, it is most important that we lay down our conflict and move forward as a union.’
– Archer Evermonde, Minister of Magic, Press Conference regarding the Muggle war at the British Ministry of Magic, 25th August 1914
Regardless of the war raging between the muggles, Evermonde emphasised the importance of international cooperation. He confirmed that all Ministries of Magic are currently working together and flying at full speed to find solutions to keep the distress for the Wizarding world at a minimum. According to Evermonde, there is no bad blood between the magical parties, and the conflict has not stifled constructive exchange between the Ministries.
Whether the Muggle war will be confined to the few countries already involved or what scale it will take can not be said, but the feeling on this point in high official circles is optimistic. Despite this optimism, the Wizarding communities across Europe prepare for war.
Edited by Odessa Avery
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Since Tim is a Sergeant II now after going to metro, do you think he’ll eventually go up to Lieutenant? Possibly in later seasons since he just made S2
Or just stay a sergeant? Cause Grey is still just a S2 and doesn’t seem to want to move up? Or maybe he can’t? Idk how it all works 😂
But I’m just curious what you think in terms of Tim’s career moving forward. I could see him taking over Pine’s position some day.
Oooh! It's tough to say since it took Tim so long to even consider moving up. And even then, he did it more for the challenge than for the ambition. Besides, dealing with the politics is definitely not something I imagine he'd enjoy (I'm not sure if that rank is high enough for that though).
But I guess Tim could become a Lieutenant eventually… just not for a while. I don't think leaving the field is something he is going to consider anytime soon - unless it's for Lucy. He loves the action way too much for the moment. Maybe as he gets older? Or once they have kids? That could be a good alternative : still close to the action but with fewer risks.
I also could see him stay a Sergeant and become the Watch Commander, taking over Grey once he (finally) retires… Don't get me wrong : I don't want him to leave. This is for the future, far far away. But this is something that Wade has been trying to do since s1 : he was preparing his exit in s3 before reconsidering it after Stanton. Which is probably why he hasn't tried to move up either : he promised Luna he would retire so taking up the Lieutenant's exam might not go too well 😅
Back to Tim : this could be another alternative should the hours and/or the intensity of Metro prove to be too much... or should he want to go back to patrol one day. I know he didn't seem to like it that much when he was the acting Watch-Commander… But things can change in a few years.
It's really hard to say at this point! But I think something that keeps him close to the action or allows him to be out on patrol would make him the happiest.
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Foundations of the World: Scattering
After some consideration, I realized that the original post was getting too long, so I started a new one, for the next section, AKA misc. fighting. For the first part, see Gathering.
The night was lit by fire now. Tsuna felt small, standing in a line between tall, beautiful fairy queens and wizened old men, as well as other bosses of other powers that he hadn’t known existed before today. He was scared.
They were all scared. Takeshi had come back onto the roof a couple of minutes ago, and neither he nor Ryohei, the most boisterous of their little group, were smiling. Even Reborn was grim. And he knew that the giants he was standing shoulder to shoulder with were also scared.
And if he looked farther away and towards the right, towards their hotel in the Theatre District, he could imagine that he saw two pinpricks of blazing light, Kyoko and Kusakabe-san standing against the darkness. But that was his imagination. The truth was that he could see nothing from that direction, could hear nothing, and had to take it for a good sign—it meant that the fighting hadn’t reached them yet.
Behind them, sneakers squeaked, and Mister Dresden came up to join them. The Erlking pointed out the dark spaces in the distance between the two patches of fire, where his troops were, forcing the Fomor to part around them like fish around a rock. They were still far away—and Tsuna was still waiting here, just watching, while people were getting hurt.
—No. Mister Vadderung’s sharp eye caught the change in Tsuna’s focus, and he pointed at one of his Einherjar.
The Einherjar shot a bazooka-like weapon up into the sky, and seconds later, the neighbourhood around the castle-fortress was lit in the flares’ light.
“You have good instincts.” Mister Vadderung said approvingly. Tsuna leaned forward—it wasn’t just the one enemy who had caught his attention—there were many of them, all of them large and tall, moving on two legs but not the way humans did.
“Ready stations,” called Marcone’s voice. “Prepare to fire.”
“What are they?” Tsuna asked quietly.
“Not human.” Reborn said dismissively, “Not particularly strong either.”
“Scouts.” Mister Vadderung agreed, “Here to test the defences and maybe attack a few soft targets, basically cannon fodder.”
Mister Marcone nodded, “No need to play along.”
He addressed another one of the soldiers, “Hold fire unless the enemy engages us.”
But they were going to hurt innocent people!
“Wait. What?” Mister Dresden sounded just as confused as Tsuna was.
Looking out into the neighbourhood, Tsuna remembered how the curtains had been drawn shut in every window, how the apprehension and aimless fear had filled the air even when there was no one in sight. The buildings they had passed seemed to made of paper now, when he looked at the hulking figures that now stalked through the shadows.
Someone screamed. A gun went off, multiple times.
“I’m going to help them.”
“We have to help them.”
He had spoken at the same time as Mister Dresden, and he felt the satisfaction from Reborn at the contrast.
“Sure thing, Tsuna.” Takeshi agreed, but Hibari had already leapt lightly from the roof, a bloodthirsty grin on his face and, to his surprise, Chrome in his arms.
Before Tsuna could do anything but gawk, Hayato nodded and held out a hand to block Mister Dresden from moving. “Hold on. Hibari can take care of himself. We don’t need to risk friendly fire.”
“Yeah?” Mister Dresden asked, still tense as a wire, “What about the girl then?”
“Chrome?” Hayato confirmed, “Looks like you’re short on personnel so she’s gonna collect some more.”
“Well,” Mister Dresden shot back, “I don’t know how good you are and I don’t care. No way in hell am I watching kids go face monsters while I sit here and twiddle my thumbs, Marcone.”
He directed his last sentence towards Mister Marcone, who was now standing on Mister Vadderung’s other side. Mister Marcone held his challenging gaze steadily, then smiled, “Best of luck, Mister Dresden.”
He turned and started giving more orders to the Einherjar. “Set up sniper nests to keep the area clear and organize a squad to go with Mister Dresden. Mister Sawada, am I correct in assuming that you won’t be kept away from your Guardians?”
“Of course not.”
“Then what is your goal of engagement?”
Tsuna paused. The yokai had broken into the apartments easily, but Sky Flames had secured the hotel, but he couldn’t light fires for everyone. “Evacuation.” He decided.
Haru backed him up.
“I’ve run the numbers.” She said, arms crossed, chin jutting out defiantly, “There’s not going to be more than fifty people who need shelter, and if you’re a lord, than your castle is supposed to keep your people safe when the fighting comes!”
Her words seemed to remind the other Mob Boss of something.
“A king is one who can hold his own.” Mister Marcone said. “Be quick, Mister Sawada. I believe you will soon be needed in other places.”
“Of course.” Tsuna clenched his fists, igniting his Ring. “Let’s go.”
Mister Dresden and his giant friend was faster than them, with their longer legs that ran as quickly as Tsuna did under the effects of Reborn’s Dying Will Bullets, but while Tsuna had accepted the necessity of riding a horse to get to the castle, he was not Dino and refused to get on one when running was simpler.
And either way, by the time they got there, Chrome was standing in the centre of a group of giant, ash-skinned oni with stag horns and fur cloaks. There were smaller oni trying to attack her, but the larger ones killed them with ease, snarling their hatred out into the world, wielding spears that tracked their targets and horn-handled iron knives. Farther off, he could just about make out the swift-moving shadow of Hibari as he attacked his own prey (presumably for the offense of crowding).
Tsuna abruptly realized that one of Mukuro’s favourite tricks had been possessing people to turn them against each other, and Chrome, despite being sweet and kind and nice, was Mukuro’s student.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Mister Dresden said, blasting one of the smaller oni away with a jet of fire, “Mind control—you can do mind control?”
“I tried it first.” Chrome said calmly, her hands on her trident while Mukurowl perched on her shoulder, “But boss, I think they are closer to onryo.”
Angry ghosts. Resentful ghosts. And on Chrome’s index finger glinted a disturbingly familiar ring. One set with a wailing, distorted skull-shape. Was that Genkishi’s Ring?
“They were people once.” Chrome explained distantly, barely audible through the wall of oni bodies and over the bestial screams, “I could summon echoes, which worked better, once I saw that.”
They were people once? Whatever Chrome was doing, it was working. All the oni who weren’t focused on Hibari were breaking themselves on her defences. Tsuna hesitated, but none of his Guardians did. Haru caught her hoop as it rebounded from the stomach of her target, then followed up with a decisive strike to the back of its head once it had doubled over.
“Clearly, they aren’t people now. They’re UMAs, but I can’t realize the type, dammit, I focused too much on extra-terrestrials instead of folklore.” Hayato frowned, lining up a shot that left three oni dead and another two injured, stumbling right into the swing of Takeshi’s sword, which created a lull in the battle.
As they watched, the corpses of the smaller oni deflated like Bluebell and Zakuro had done when Ghost had drained them dry.
“Hey, River-Shoulders, you know what these things are?” Mister Dresden asked, looking faintly disgusted at the sight of the oni remains.
“Huntsmen.” The giant on their side said, “They hunt in packs of thirteen, and the strength of the fallen goes to their packmates.” He paused, “You’ve clearly made it work for you, though I would still advise caution. They are driven only by hate, and even their masters have a hard time controlling them, which is why they are only bred shortly before use.”
Crowding and accumulating strength? No wonder Hibari was fighting them with reckless abandon.
“Then let’s wrap this up.” Mister Dresden said, striding towards one of the houses and knocking on the doors.
#khr#Dresden Files#crossover#Chrome is terrifying#Blame Turmeric for Silmarillion quotes#Haru's combat style is modelled on Ne Zha#Dammit I have too little Reborn in this again#He keeps disappearing off into the sidelines#sawada tsunayoshi#yamamoto takeshi#gokudera hayato#miura haru#Sasagawa Ryohei#chrome dokuro#Hibari Kyoya#Harry Dresden#John marcone#River Shoulders#KHR Reborn
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Here Comes the Sun
Thanks for the support and the patience as always, pyrolysis! This was so heartwarming to write, I hope you like it!
Summary: After the announcement of Azura's pregnancy, all eyes were on the young Queen. Especially her husband's Ryoma. However, her deteriorating health was an issue that made way for terrible, terrible feelings to take root into the King's heart...
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The weeks after the discovery of Azura’s pregnancy were the most tiresome of them all, in the young Queen’s eyes.
Since they caught her pregnancy early on, they were able to prepare for any and all symptoms she might've displayed throughout her term — and in good measure, too, since Azura apparently displayed them all.
At the very start, she was tiring more often, even after doing menial tasks, so Ryoma had most of her duties as Queen suspended or otherwise transferred to another official. Then, she suffered from terrible, terrible morning sickness.
It was to a point that she didn’t want to eat at night if that meant throwing it all up when awoke the next morning. Well, not that eating during the day saved her from throwing it all up, anyway. Food barely, if ever, stayed in her stomach for long, and the cooks in the castle worked tirelessly to find something that would stick to her bones.
One would think a pregnant mother would gain weight to support the little child growing in her body, but Azura seemed to grow thinner as the days turned to weeks — and with her lost weight, she couldn’t find the strength to do some of the most basic things the doctors recommended; namely taking light walks.
Ryoma all but forbade her from leaving the room unless he was with her, so Azura could only watch as the days went by from her cot, at least enjoying the fresh spring breeze through the open sliding door leading to the gardens.
The larger her stomach grew, the deeper was Ryoma’s anxiety.
He moved his office to the royal wing just so he could stay nearby in the off chance of anything happening. In truth, he would have liked to work without taking Azura off of his sight, but he didn’t want the coming and going of officials to disturb her rest, so using a room down the corridor was the most he could do to compromise.
He had Saizo bring hourly reports on how she was doing — and sometimes even asked for Kagero to bring news in between as well — while sending her constant letters. The one time she staggered and fell during an attempt to take a walk brought out something in Ryoma that he did not want to relive ever again.
The days she had disappeared during the war.
The days he couldn’t find a trace nor whisper of her no matter where he looked.
The days he couldn’t see her no matter how many times he went to the “forgotten” lake. He had always known she preferred that spot to be alone, and the amount of times he went there in the hopes of seeing her only to be greeted by cold whispers of fading memories was something for him alone to know.
With each passing day without her, walking forward was hard and harder.
It was as though each step he gave took him deeper into a terribly deep, terribly grim mire. Breathing was difficult, and even seeing the world in color without her light to brighten it was tall order.
Ryoma gripped at his heart as he struggled to forget those days, his breathing turning harsher by the second. Just thinking about not having her by his side had such an effect on him, he couldn’t— he could barely bear the thought of losing her.
Seeing her wane when she should have been thriving brought him physical pain. If only he could share her burden! If only he could whisk away her pain and only let her enjoy the little baby she was so looking forward to without any risks or consequences…
All he could do was make sure she was comfortable and well tended to at all times, though he was yet to realize that this was a measure to lighten his own worries rather than easen her burden.
To Azura, being unable to leave the room ‘for her own safety’ was no different than being in a cage. She protested, and sometimes even managed to convince the healers to allow her outside — under constant vigilance — but ultimately, she wasn’t better than a caged bird.
The one who made Ryoma realize that was none other than Hinoka, in one of her many visits to her soon-to-arrive nephew or niece.
After leaving Azura to rest, Hinoka burst through the door to Ryoma’s office, her face as red as her fiery hair.
“Ryoma, we need to talk,” she huffed, slamming the sliding door shut behind her.
Frowning, the King looked at the few officials that had taken roost in small desks around the spacious room, then spoke with a commanding tone: “Everybody, out.”
They all looked between themselves before getting up and leaving in silence, through smaller doors on both sides of the room.
After making sure they were alone, Hinoka crossed her arms. “This place is depressing, Ryoma. It doesn’t look like a place that’s getting ready to welcome a baby!” She paced around the room, already feeling suffocated inside it. “You don’t look half as happy as you did when you announced it so brazenly back then!”
That statement made Ryoma flinch, but he was always good at managing his expression, though the frown deepened regardless of his attempt to appear unfazed. “What do you mean? I’m making sure she wants for nothing. You can’t tell me how to care for my wife.”
“No, but I can tell you how to care for my nephew,” she threw her arms up as she continued to pace around the room, action of which only irked Ryoma more, for some reason.
“Hinoka-” Ryoma sighed, pressing his temples with both hands, though his sister’s next words brought everything to a pause, even his breathing.
“Have you seen her sing lately, Brother? Be honest.”
There was a moment of hesitation.
Had he seen her sing? Of course he had.
But lately…? Had he?
His mouth hung open, midway to a reply that would never come. “I…”
Hinoka ruffled her own hair with both hands in exasperation. “Arghh, I knew it. Do you see? All of this isn’t helping! Sure, the pregnancy’s been hard on her and all, but all of this protection is just killing her spirit! She never liked being bound to one place, you know this just as much as I do.”
Her words cut through the bubble Ryoma did not want to burst inside himself. It caused him to bleed inside, bleed the memories of the times she wasn’t with them — memories of the time she chose to leave if that meant being true to her ideals; if it meant escaping the shackles of a curse that had haunted her every breath.
Azura was that kind of person. She loved her freedom; she loved her time alone; she loved being true to herself.
And all that Ryoma was doing? He was clipping her wings; limiting her steps.
She endured because she knew he meant well, but that was that she was doing: enduring.
She wasn’t in any way enjoying what was supposed to be the happiest moment of a woman’s — of a couple’s — life. In time, perhaps, she would be able to dissuade such tactics and walk around freely despite the servants’ and her husband’s fretting, but that would happen only in a distant future.
In the now, in the present, she endured.
Oh, how could he make her endure so much! How could he bind someone that shone at her brightest when left on her own? How could he cage his fragile and terribly lovely bird like that?
Putting down his brush, Ryoma slowly got up from his seat. “I owe you my thanks, Hinoka. I shall take my leave now.”
“Yeah, you better!” Hinoka stomped out of the room, not waiting for Ryoma’s reply.
Everyone was a bag of nerves over Azura’s declining health; this wasn’t Ryoma’s suffering alone. He had been so focused over how he could not bear to lose her again that the ‘now’ was slipping away from his fingers.
He walked back to their room with heavy steps, not waiting to be announced to walk himself in.
Sitting on the futon as she longingly looked outside through the open garden door, Azura turned her gaze to her husband. A small smile bloomed in her pale lips, wrenching Ryoma’s heart so violently he faltered in his steps towards her.
“Oh, my sweet bird,” he whispered as he approached, pulling her into a soft, yet deep embrace. He dug his face into her neck, taking her warmth in, allowing it to travel through his body. “Forgive this fool you call a husband.”
Azura’s giggle made ripples in Ryoma’s heart. “What, pray tell, must I forgive?”
“How could I have turned the key on your cage myself, after all you have done to escape from it?” He said after a moment, exhaling on her neck. “I cannot claim to love you while clipping your wings like this.”
Azura’s cheeks reddened slightly over her husband’s prowess for poetry. “Oh, Ryoma… You are not to blame for any of this. No one is.”
“No, do not take away the blame that is rightfully mine, my love.” He placed his forehead on hers before reaching for her hand. “Come, let’s walk together. Sing for me, my lovely bird.”
The flush still bright on her cheeks, Azura allowed herself to be swept away by her courageous samurai. He carried her down the step towards the garden, then carefully put her down and wrapped her arm around his so they could enjoy the spring weather in all of its glory.
Summer was all but around the corner — and, with it, the last part of Azura’s term — but the well-maintained garden managed to keep a pleasantly mild climate all around.
They walked under lush trees, over shimmering ponds and beneath perfectly carved gazebos. The breeze was warm and the chirping of birds made them connect with nature in a way that Ryoma had only ever managed to do while meditating.
To think one could achieve such peace of mind by simply holding her hand and feeling her warmth.
“Hm-hm-hm-hmm…” Azura chirped happily, making all of Ryoma’s nerves focus on her.
His shoulders relaxed, even though he thought he couldn’t be even more at ease when around her. As they slowly made their way back from under the trees, Azura’s humming took shape into song.
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo ♪
Here comes the sun ♪
Ryoma could almost see her skipping to the bright tune of her song, and he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
A smile crept into Azura’s voice as she continued to sing these two verses.
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo ♪
Here comes the sun ♪
And I say it’s alright ♪
By the time she finished the third verse, she was giggling, pacing happily under the bright rays of sunlight.
‘Dazzling’ wouldn’t begin to cover how she looked in Ryoma’s eyes as she sang and twirled, covered with the freedom that always looked so perfectly in place around her shoulders.
Once again Ryoma apologized to her, verbally and internally, as he kissed her hand after her small performance.
He made it a habit to take daily walks with her, even if that meant staying up all night to catch up with work. He would trade a few hours of sleep for the chance of seeing her smile any time of the day.
Precisely because they had been spending so much time together during the late part of her term that Ryoma felt Azura’s waning so harshly. He was there when she started feeling the first pains predating the longest day of his life.
Although his quick reaction and calm judgment was praised by the midwife and healers, Ryoma felt utterly powerless when he was forbidden to enter the room once Azura’s contractions started to worsen.
She had never been one to raise her voice. Even when she had been gravely wounded in battle, all she ever did was whimper and hide away her pain.
Ryoma had never heard her scream, not even once.
Until now, that is.
All of his senses were focused on what was happening on the other side of that door, to the point that he could pinpoint the slightest change in her breathing, or how deeply her nails dug into the sheets. She groaned and panted at first, but as the hours passed and the task turned more and more strenuous, the pain got too great for her to bear silently.
When she first screamed, Ryoma wanted to tear down that door and make someone make her feel better. He wanted to shake every single doctor in the room, every single assistant, every single security guarding the place.
He wanted to tear down the fabrics of the world itself if it meant keeping her from such suffering.
She cried out loudly, and Ryoma could feel her hot tears streaming down her face. He wanted to dry them, to kiss her cheeks and promise her it was going to be okay — it WAS going to be okay, right? It had to be!
He wanted to hug her and make it all end.
He wanted to shush her crying and coo her in his arms.
He wanted, he wanted, he wanted… Oh, how he wanted!
Yet, he couldn’t even tell how much time passed.
It was an eternity; it felt like not even a second passed.
Yet, whenever she screamed again, Ryoma’s world fell apart.
The ground opened and swallowed him whole.
When would it end?! She was suffering that much and yet… yet!
His nerves were all so focused on what was happening beyond the door that he barely computed that all of his siblings were there with him, patting him and telling him to take a break, or to sit down.
He had been standing for over ten hours already, but he couldn’t even move a single muscle. If he did, he could run straight for the door.
It was now his time to endure.
The midwives inside kept cheering Azura on, saying that the child was going to be a big, healthy baby. Ryoma even heard when some whispered amongst themselves about how having that big of a baby as her first one must be terrible luck, which only added to Ryoma’s pit of despair.
Takumi and Hinoka couldn’t stop pacing around the room. Whenever they tried to sit, their legs would bounce so much they’d give up and get up, while Sakura sat over her legs in front of the door and prayed quietly, with tears streaming down her face.
For four more hours the sibling agonized until finally, at last…
A baby cry resounded.
Takumi crumpled on the floor. Hinoka leaned on the wall to hide her tears.
Sakura jumped to her feet and turned to Ryoma, a bright smile watered by her tears reflecting the light of the breaking dawn around them.
Ryoma’s legs almost gave out, but he remained on the spot, though his shoulders sagged visibly and his eyes faltered.
The baby’s cries were loud and healthy, followed by (finally) the silence of Azura’s screams of pain. Ryoma heard her panting and giggling and crying, wanting nothing more than to just— open that damn door!
A few minutes later, the midwives cleared the way.
Barely was the door open, Ryoma flew in at the speed of light. “Azura!” he huffed, running towards her. The sight that greeted him could be described by nothing short of ‘holy’.
The light of dawn brightening the room behind her fiery golden eyes; the marks of sweat and tears covering her face — the proof of overcoming an ordeal — and the absolutely marvelous smile of a woman who took the mighty step of becoming something more, something only she could become.
The smile of a mother.
Ryoma’s knees finally gave out as his heart welled up with emotion.
Azura held a squirming red bundle in her arms. “After crying so much, he got hungry,” she said as she eased the baby on her breast.
“I am… so glad you are alright.” He whispered, placing his forehead on her shoulder. They stayed that way for a brief moment as the baby fed.
Smiling, once he was done, Azura tilted the baby towards Ryoma. “Meet your Father, Shiro.”
“Shiro…” Ryoma smiled softly — the smile of a father — as he hesitated to touch the small baby. By Azura’s urging, however, he held the baby — his son! His… his son — transfixed by how tiny he was.
How could the midwives call him a ‘big’ baby when he was this small? Ryoma couldn’t stop staring.
“Knock knock…?” Sakura hesitated to come in, but a nod from Azura allowed all siblings to enter one after the other. “Big Sister…!” She ran to Azura’s arms and sobbed a cry of relief. “I’m so glad you’re okay… I-I was—we all were so worried…”
“Thank you, Sakura. Everything will be okay now.” Azura hummed.
“Y-yes,” the youngest princess dried her tears, then turned to her brother. “M-may look…?”
“Of course.” Ryoma sat on the floor, showing baby Shiro to his approaching uncle and aunts.
Sniff, Hinoka hid herself under her hands. “He’s so big… No wonder it took so long for him to come out.”
Ryoma tilted his head to the side, wondering where could this baby be called big, but Takumi’s reply cut off his line of thought.
“He’s so wrinkly. I didn’t know they came out looking like that…” He commented, unable to take his eyes off of the red wrinkly bundle. “Can I… uh, can I hold him?”
“B-big brother! B-be careful…” Sakura, who had held back her desire to hold the little baby, couldn't help but feel jealous as Ryoma carefully handed Shiro to his uncle.
“Oof, you’re heavy, buddy. You got all of Azura’s weight on you, now.” He sat by the futon as both sisters looked in dismay.
“Yeah, you’ll have to take care of your health from now on! Ryoma ate a lot when he was a kid, so we’re gonna have a big eater here.” She sat beside Takumi, unable to tear her eyes away from the baby. She opened and closed her hands, wanting to hold him so badly, but… “No, I can’t, not now. I-I don’t know how.”
“L-let’s do our best, big sister…” Sakura held Hinoka’s hand.
“You know how to hold a baby, Sakura. I’m so scared I’ll drop him I-”
“Big Sister!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay? I’m just- everything’s just so much I’m…”
Azura’s giggle brought all eyes to her. “We have all the time in the world…” She sighed wearily. “To think I, of all people, would be able to say that,” she whispered the last part loud enough only for Ryoma to hear, to which he replied by holding her hand.
“Come, we must let Azura rest.” Ryoma motioned for the siblings to leave while making no move of his own.
This time, he would not let go of her hand, no matter what.
From now on and forever, together with her and their son towards the bright future.
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Bullet Time (Final Rose)
Ruby turned and watched as the bullets moved ever so slowly though the air toward her. It was getting harder and harder to remember a time before her Semblance, to remember what it had been like when the world hadn’t moved in super slow motion whenever she wanted it to.
The expressions on the faces of her opponents were almost comical. The White Fang members had a look somewhere between rage and surprise at her arrival, and they’d started shooting before they’d even finished turning to face her. She could already tell that of the twelve bullets they’d fired, seven were nowhere near hitting her, four would actually land hits, albeit not anywhere critical, and the last was aimed squarely at where her head had been.
Not that any of them would hit her.
Almost lazily, Ruby walked forward. She eased under the bullets as she approached and then reached out to punch the closest White Fang member square in the jaw. Still strolling along at a steady pace, she hit the other three with similar blows.
Deciding to get a better view, she sat down on a nearby crate and watched her opponents begin to fly backward. They had yet to truly understand that they’d been hit. Brows furrowing, she realised that the bullet’s she’d evaded so easily might punch through the back of the warehouse and hit a random passerby. Ruby got up and carefully plucked the bullets out of the air before before dropping them toward the ground.
Satisfied that all was well, Ruby allowed her perception to shift back to a more normal speed.
“Agh!”
“Gah!”
Argh!”
Weiss blinked and glanced between Ruby and the White Fang members. “Was that really necessary?”
Ruby grinned. “No sense in taking any unnecessary risks.”
“I suppose,” Weiss said. “Wait...” She stared down at the bullets on the ground. “Did you...?”
“Catching bullets is pretty easy when you can move orders of magnitude faster than them.” Ruby shrugged. “Anyway, we should get going. There are some more of them around the back. Do you want to handle them or should I...?”
Weiss raised her rapier. “I’ll do it.”
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Author’s Notes
And this is why most groups don’t bother with a Flee-on-Sight order when it comes to Ruby. If you can see Ruby, it’s already too late. Incidentally, this is why Weiss has essentially zero chance against Ruby in a fight unless she can prepare (same for Blake). However, Yang can beat her when sufficiently ramped up since Yang’s speed and perception also improved. Plus Supernova or Quasar Yang are basically walking death zones. The sheer energy Yang radiates as Supernova can potentially kill Ruby even without Yang directing it at her.
This is also why Weiss laughs whenever Ruby gets hit by the kids when they’re having a snowball fight. If Ruby gets hit by them, it’s because she let herself get hit.
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The Trancy Hospitality- 1/?
Warnings: Mentions of vore but none take place, mentions of broken bones,
This was inspired by one of the prompts I saw a while back on @thelittledovewriter’s account! I have a concept for the second part but haven’t got anything written yet.
Thunder rumbled through the dark and I flinched as lightning illuminated the massive manor towering before me. Rain hammered against the windows and I huddled into my cloak as I darted along the wall.
There had to be some way into the manor. A mouse hole or something! Anything to get out of the rain.
It was sheer luck I found a crack big enough for me to enter the grand manor. My clothes were still soaking wet and the chill had long since numbed my body, but it was better than being out in the storm.
A sharp pain ripped through my stomach and I winced, hissing in a quiet breath. I needed to find something to eat soon. How long had it been since I ate something? A day or so?
I couldn’t risk it. Trying to get food when I didn’t know who would notice was a stupid idea. The manor was the grand kind that probably had some crazy noble that would try and keep me as an exotic pet.
Instead, I looked for the best place to hide until the storm passed over.
Another crash of lightning startled me as I squinted at the shadows that seemed to shift. I shivered in unease. There was a strange quality to the darkness that set me on edge. It felt like they were following me, prepared to rush forward and devour me at any moment.
Shaking my head, I refocused on my task, glancing up at the dark hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. Without any light, I couldn’t judge how long the hallway was.
Behind me came a rhythmic clicking and my heart stopped.
No, no, no—
There was nowhere to hide!
“What a delightful morsel you’ll make unless you immediately tell me why you are here.”
I whipped around on my heel and had to crane my neck up to even catch a glimpse of the human who’d discovered me. I only caught the glimmering of amber eyes lit by a candelabra before a strike of lightning illuminated a gaunt, pale face and neatly combed black hair.
A fine eyebrow raised expectantly and I remembered that he was expecting an answer and I scrambled to get my frozen tongue to work.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude! I was just looking for a place to wait out the storm.” I hastily explained, choking on the words as I plunged into a bow. I could guess that he wasn’t a noble from the plain black of his clothes but he could easily take me to his master so I didn’t risk offending him.
Raising from my bow, I looked up, flinching as I saw that he had knelt in the brief second I looked away. The golden eyes felt like spotlights, pinning me in place as I trembled.
“How interesting.” In my distraction with the man’s eyes, I didn’t notice his hand until it wrapped around me in a surprisingly lax grip. “I suppose I should offer you the hospitality of the Trancy household for such a polite request.”
I barely bit back a shriek as I was plucked up, clenching my eyes shut so I didn’t have to face the all to real possibly of being dropped. When the grip on me shifted, I opened my eyes, relieved to just be sat in the butler’s palm instead of clutched in a fist.
Forcing myself to breathe, I tried to calm my racing mind. I hadn’t been hurt. All I needed to do was stay polite and not offend the butler literally keeping my life in his hands.
“What is your name?” The raven haired man asked, golden eyes watching me instead of where he was walking.
“My name is Elias, sir.” I answered, bowing my head where I sat.
“I am Claude Faustus, a pleasure.” His voice was monotone but it was better than him being angry.
I wondered where he was taking me but didn’t get to ask before we arrived in what looked to be the kitchen. It was too dark for me to make much out but Claude didn’t seem to have the same issue. He moved without even looking at his surroundings, still focused completely on me.
It was unnerving, to say the least.
“What would you like to eat?” Claude asked, setting his hand on the counter, where I quickly stepped off.
“I don’t have any preference, sir.” I watched as he started pulling out ingredients that I didn’t recognise. I didn’t know why he was even bothering to make me something to eat but I wasn’t about to question his kindness.
“I’ll be making crepes.” Claude explained and I nodded like I knew what he meant, “I was already going to come make them, considering I’m famished.” I resolutely didn’t comment on the way he stared directly into my eyes as he spoke. I tried not to shiver at the glimpse of his sharp teeth as he licked his lips.
It wasn’t much better, watching his hands that could so easily crush me, but it was preferable to the reminder that I was a one bite snack. Claude was efficient and it was mesmerising to watch.
As he started pouring the batter into a pan, he turned to me, “What would you like with yours?” he asked before listing off a few options. Fruit, chocolate and a few other things that I don’t recognise by the names alone.
“Chocolate, please.” I said. I didn’t get sweet things often and with the chance to have chocolate, it was too good to give up.
Claude managed to find a tiny plate and offered me a stack of appropriately sized crepes, drizzled with chocolate. My stomach growled but I stood to do a quick bow first. “Thank you for the food.”
“You’re welcome.” he responded, plating a few for himself. I quickly looked away when he started eating, taking huge bites and tearing through the crepes ravenously.
I tried not to think how easily the same could be done to me.
Instead, I focused on my own food, savouring each bite and trying not to make a mess out of myself. I mostly succeeded but my hands were sticky and I was sure there was at least a slight smear of chocolate on my face.
“I’ll draw you a bath.” Again Claude plucked me up, holding me by the back of my shirt. I couldn’t quell my yelp and my heart thudded like it was trying to break my ribs as I stared at the floor.
The drop would shatter my entire body.
I couldn’t bring myself to protest, terror again weighing on my tongue as I was dangled from Claude’s grasp like a doll. Struggling would only risk him dropping me and I just tried to ignore it. I didn’t know him and anything could set him off.
——
Claude was rather enjoying this unexpected turn of events.
He’d never seen a borrower for himself before, considering they avoided humans like a plague. A demon was even more avoided, considering borrowers had souls and were much easier to devour than a human.
They were tiny, easily something Claude could completely encompass in his fist.
His initial plan had just been to tease them before devouring them. But then they’d actually answered his question and they were so /polite/. Even amongst humans it was a rarity to be talked to in such a well-mannered way.
It was adorable.
With their manners, he knew that they hadn’t quite figured out he was a demon and Claude found himself thrilled. This could very well serve an interesting game for the night.
The long game had never been Claude’s preference, but he figured he may as well play a game with the borrower. How long would it take for the fear bubbling inside their heart to spill over? How long before they snapped and broke?
It was subtle at first.
Picking them up only got a flinch but devouring the crepes seemed to have unnerved them and brought their attention his inhumanly sharp teeth. There was still no recognition and they kept their polite attitude.
They barely even screamed when he picked them up and dangled them in his grip. It was actually impressive, their level of control over their emotions.
Still, he took them to the guest bathroom and pulled out a small dish usually used for guests to wash their hands. He filled it with warm water and added a pinch of bathing salts, setting a small hand cloth by the basin.
“Leave your dirty clothes out, I’ll find you something clean to wear.” he said, already thinking of the most embarrassing doll outfit he could bring for them. Something they could still sleep in, considering the late hour.
For their privacy, he kept his back to them when he reentered the bathroom.
“Do you have any hobbies, Mr Faustus?” Elias asked and he was again surprised at the attempt at casual conversation.
“Yes. I tap dance.” He decided to humour them.
“I’ve never seen anyone tap dance. Is it difficult?” Elias asked and Claude found himself surprised at the genuine curiosity in their voice.
“I suppose, but I’ve had years of practice so it comes rather easily to me.” he explained and there was a hum and the sound of splashing water.
“That’s amazing!” And their awe was so sincere that he couldn’t find it in himself to snark at them. “Would you be willing to do a demonstration?” they asked.
“After you’ve finished with your bath, I would be more than happy to.” Claude found himself equally genuine in his response.
“Thank you so much!”
“It’s no problem at all.” And it really wasn’t. They were polite and the interest in his hobbies was foreign. Alois only took an interest if he wanted Claude to entertain their guests using his tap dancing as an oddity that guests could fawn over while complementing the young Earl for having such a talented servant. It was, quite frankly, annoying, but he put up with it for the sake of the soul he was to consume when his contract finished.
There was a brief pause of silence before there was the sound of dripping water and the shuffling of cloth. “Finished,” Elias announced and Claude glanced over his shoulder, seeing they’d wrapped themself in the cloth.
Setting down the nightgown, a frilly pink thing with extravagant silver embroidery and lace, Claude watched the look of sheer awe that came to their face. They didn’t seem offended by the gaudiness, looking more enamoured with the details of the garment.
“Thank you. It’s so pretty!” Elias bowed to him before he turned his back to give them privacy while they changed.
It was only when he stared at them, dressed in fresh clothes, that Claude wondered why he’d gone through the effort. Elias was just a lowly pest to be devoured when he inevitably got bored of them.
So why did he find himself hesitating? He should end the farce of politeness and take care of the pest already!
But he didn’t.
It was strange, but he found himself regarding their presence as… charming. Pleasant, almost.
He sneered internally. How could a demon like himself feel fondness on any level, especially for a vermin? It made no sense.
There was absolutely no way that Claude Faustus was going soft.
——
Writing Claude is interesting because obviously demons think in different terms to humans and, frankly, Elias is only alive because they’re holding his attention.
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i recently learned that the urdu word for "crave" or "craving" can be translated to "talab" (unless i am mistranslating - in which case, really too bad, i love this word under this context) and i think it's such an elegant word.
such an elegant word that's soft on the tongue; talab (not pronounced the way it would be phonetically in english, but with a "soft" t? is that a thing?). but with such a big definition.
mujhe sakoon ke lamhon ki talab hai.
mujhe khamoshi ki talab hai.
i don't know why, maybe it's age, but i've become the person that has started to look forward to quiet moments on my own.
quiet moments to do nothing at all. which isn't new if i'm talking historically, but the difference is, now i want my "peace" even over the things i generally enjoy. like spending time with family or friends.
like as an example - i'm sick at the moment. and of course mama is worried sick about me since i'm also solo parenting and i have to go into the office every week. so she keeps saying she'll come over.
but since pre-new years, the long weekend holiday time was quite full of activity. and then when i got home i got sick, of course. and now its the weekend and i'm still sick (but on the mend, hopefully, finally got some medicine) and esa is home. which, don't get me wrong, i love that. esa is growing independent day by day and it's so good to be home with him just enjoying our space together.
my little baby is not a little baby anymore and....well i mean i could go on this tangent for the rest of my life. but let's focus.
so anyway, i'm on the mend and my cleaning lady is coming on monday and she'll do a deep clean. and that means, i will get to enjoy a clean home. a deep cleaned home. with esa at daycare. and sure, i'll be working on monday, but STILL. i will get to enjoy some peace in my clean home. and while i love it when my mother comes, and she does SO MUCH for me....my talab for that moment of sitting silently in my clean home...taking a shower and feeling refreshed was so great....i pushed really hard on the whole "i'm fine" bit, to hopefully ensure my mom didn't end up coming.
which i think she sensed. and i think she was upset about (rightfully so, i think my own heart might break too).
but this talab for quiet. for clean. for peace is SO GREAT in me that i risked hurting my mother's feelings.
and frankly, probably did it.
so i am asking why. kyun mujhe itna ziyada sakoon ka aur safayi ka talab hai.
jab ke esa ke saath time guzaar ke, mama ke saath time guzaar ke, family aur doston ke saath time guzaar ke bhi mujhe bohat khushi milti hai. aur main un waqton ke liye bhi shadeed shukar guzar hoon.
lekin apne ghar mein sakoon se chup chaap baith ker ek ajeeb sa gratitude dil mein baith jaata hai. ek aisa ehsaas - woh asal cheese jiski mujhe talab hai. shayad sakoon nahin, chup chaap nahin, sirf woh ehsaas jisme main....sakoon mein hoon.
that moment of complete bliss and happiness and contentness in my life. that moment of complete satisfaction.
in a clean and quiet home, when i have showered, food is prepared, beds are made....i want for nothing.
i wish i could freeze that moment. it's the moment in which i...i'm not sure what it is. i think it's the moment i can feel God. truly. the moment in which i can feel his immense presence and i can feel the immense gratitude for all that i have been given. especially in light of what is happening in the world during this time.
it is the moment in which i don't want to move for fear of shifting the balance and the same moment in which i recognize just how fragile this balance might even be.
it is the moment of true and pure happiness for me. is that wild? crazy? psychotic? normal?
i don't know.
all i know is that it IS. and i crave it. i have talab for it. my body looks for those nooks and crannies of quiet and peace. my brain revels in the feeling. and i haven't ever experienced it long enough to experience boredom in it YET (but you never honestly know, the heart is a fickle thing) so my craving for it only grows.
so there you have it.
that's all i've got for tonight.
much love,
k
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