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galfridus1 · 5 years

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Happy Birthday Leigh

Happy birthday @leighthepeach. It’s been great getting to know you recently. Hope you have an amazing day. As a thanks for your wonderful fics, here some Banlaine :) Dialogue taken, with a bit of licence, from their side story in Volume 4. Hope you like it.

“And this one’s from the south. It’s incredible! It’s real pale so it shines in the glass, and the taste!” Ban smacked his lips as he grinned up at her, the pointed end of his canines peeking through his smile as he laid sprawled out next to the shimmering fountain. “It’s like lemons and herbs and... grass.”

Elaine scrunched up her face a little, bobbing in the air next to the human Ban chuckled as she wrinkled her nose. “You like the taste of grass?” she enquired. “In a drink?”

“Sure~” Ban laughed, his fingers tracing over the label stuck carefully into his leather-bound book. “It’s different with ale. You’re gonna love it.”

“I…” Elaine began, the words sticking in her throat. He had told her he would steal her away, would show her the world beyond these trees and she wanted to believe him, she really did. Indeed she knew he was telling the truth; his heart ringing clear and sincere with his intentions. But after seven hundred years of loneliness and disappointment, this sudden change in her fortunes was too good to be true.

It was as if the mortal understood her concerns. “Hey~” he fluted as he sat up straight, putting a long arm around her. Elaine sighed as she leaned into his touch. Eyes closing, she laid her head on his chest, the beat of his heart pounding comfortingly in her ears.

Her own heart seized as a dark shadow fell over the trees, blotting out the warmth of the sun. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end, electricity sparking through her veins as she pushed out her power, her breath stuttering when she sensed the dark, unfamiliar energy that was now washing through the air. Her eyes widened as the source of the power came into view: a huge red monster, face a vacant mass and fire shooting from its mouth to cover the land, the trees of her home bursting with flame. There had been tales of a power this menacing but such a force had not been felt in Britannia for millennia.

“What the hell is this monster?” Ban yelled as the creature bellowed a roar.

Elaine looked at him sharply, something in her brain shifting but the hard look on his face drove whatever it was out of her mind. “The trees of this forest cannot be burned by normal fire,” she explained, though something still troubled her, and she shook her head in exasperation. It was as if she had been here before, said these words before. But there was no time to ponder this when the forest was burning. “There’s no mistaking it, it’s a demon. But I don’t understand. The goddesses sealed them away in the ancient war…”

“Not this one,” Ban shouted as he drew himself up, eyes blazing and weapon in hand. “Elaine, what about the fountain!”

“I’ve got it!” she cried over the demon’s growls, grasping the chalice tightly in the vines of her magic. “Ban, let’s go, it hasn’t spotted us yet.”

“That’s why I’m going to take it out with a single blow. Stand back.” Ban pulled out his three sectioned staff, the stick glowing magenta in his hands. Ban cracked his weapon in the air and barely a second later the demon grunted in pain, Ban shouting gleefully as he held a mass of red pulp aloft in his hand. “See, one shot!” he exclaimed as he squeezed the dead organ that had once been their enemy’s heart, the muscle disintegrating to a mess of red in his fingers.

“No, Ban! A demon has more than one…” Elaine felt something hot bubble up in her throat, drowning out her urgent plea. She tried to speak, but no words would come, her heart sinking as she saw Ban’s face morph from triumph to horror.

She fell to the earth with a thud, but not before she saw Ban run towards her, the red demon slicing a deep gash through the human’s shoulder as he tried to break her fall. She gagged as she watched blood pour from the wound, the smell of ash and charcoal filling the air. She had to save him! Before it was too late. Pulling herself along the ground she managed to crawl alongside the man she had learned to love, determined that she would not watch him die.

“Ban… please… drink this water,” she managed to stutter out, gritting her teeth hard as pain pulsed through her body. “Drink it all and you’ll live. Please.”

He looked at her, his eyes soft and the hint of a smile ghosting his lips. “Nah, don’t worry about me. You take it. I don’t even have the strength to drink.” Elaine had to bite her lip hard to stop herself from crying as Ban closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling but only a little as he barely breathed. She could not allow this! She had to save him, whatever the cost.

In a sudden flurry of inspiration, Elaine took the goblet, drawing the fountain of youth into her mouth. She then moved over Ban, ignoring the sounds of the demon as it rampaged through the forest, ignoring the screams of her kin as they fled the flames. She cupped Ban’s face, bringing her lips to his and letting the water flow into him, kissing him hard so that not a drop was misplaced. He was going to live! Elaine felt a peace dull the throbbing ache in her body. I will protect you, always, she promised in her head as she continued to give the mortal the forest’s life-giving water.

“There ya go,” Ban said weakly as he fell back to the ground. “Takes more than that to get one over on me.”

“No!” Elaine yelped as she tried to cough, tried to separate the fountain from her body. But she knew it was no use. She could feel it becoming a part of her even as she looked down and saw Ban close his eyes, his aura of power fading to nothing as his life force slipped away.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he murmured as a tear fell down her cheek to splash on his face. “Elaine, it’s alright. Live your life. Put the sorrow behind you. Let me protect you for once, yeah? I’m a human, and all humans have to die sometime. It’s my time now…”

“NO!” screamed Elaine as Ban let forth a sigh, his chest staying horribly still as the breath left his body. “Don’t leave me!” she cried, banging her fists into the grass. “Don’t leave me! I love you. Don’t leave me…”

With a start, Elaine opened her eyes, panting hard, her body drenched in sweat. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, dashing tears away with the palm of her hand. Golden sunlight was streaming through the diamond patterned windows of the Boar Hat, illuminating the room full of their hopes and dreams, artefacts they had collected together, a new leather-bound book filled with the labels of different ales. Soft snores beside her gently filled the air, and she reached out her hand, relief flooding through her to feel the warm skin of the man sprawled out on the bed next to her. Ban was fine. The war was over and Ban was fine.

It was a dream. A nightmare. Nothing more. Elaine closed her eyes, forcing herself to breath evenly and so calm the pattering of her heart. Ban was safe. The war was over, and he was safe…

But no. The words he had spoken to her subconscious came back in a rush as Elaine watched his chest rise and fall. I’m a human. All humans have to die sometime. Ban had given up the power of the fountain to save her, to save Meliodas, to save the world. And now, more than ever, he was vulnerable. These humans were such fragile souls, that she had learned from Elizabeth’s curse. Ban could be felled any time: illness, disease, chance attacks, old age… Being realistic, the end of his life could not be far off.

Elaine gulped, swallowing hard as tears once more streamed down her face to splash on the pillow. What would she ever do without him? Could she live on, wake to great each morning when the world, her whole existence, had lost its meaning?

As her hands fisted into the bedsheets, she felt movement in her abdomen, and she stilled at once. Merlin had said it would not be long before she felt the stirrings of the child - their child - and she had thought she had caught a few chance presses and kicks before, only to convince herself it was just her imagination. This time there could be no doubt. The was a rhythmic thud in the base of her stomach and a small fluttering like little bubbles. Their child was awake, exploring, learning how to use its hands and feet.

Elaine sighed, the dread still gnawing at her heart, but a peace began to calm her emotion. Ban would die. He was mortal and nothing on this earth could change that. But he would live on through their child, and she would get to watch their little one grow, would bring their son or daughter up to follow in their father’s footsteps. Ban might die, but he would live on through their child, perhaps through their children if they were lucky enough. Ban had said he wanted two...

“Hey,” Ban said sleepily as he rolled over to face her. “What’s wrong?” he asked sharply as he cupped her face, wiping away a little moisture from around her eyes with his thumb. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. The baby’s moving and everything’s fine.” Elaine sank into Ban’s embrace, her fingers gripping into his back. She would hold him close, keep him close, until such time as the fates ripped him from her.

#nnt #ban #elaine #banlaine #happy bithday leigh!#fanfiction #long post

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tarithenurse · 5 years

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All is fair in Love & War - 18

Pairing: Loki x reader Content: Here be pining, fluff, angsting, relief, worry, the feeling of finally understanding something really obvious, and more relief. A/N: This is getting close to the end, depending on edits of the next part, then there will only be one or two chapters more. I’m very grateful for the support and love this story has gotten. Thank you! Oh, speaking of edits...proof reading while hungover might have been a bad move on my behalf, so pardon any errors still left.

18. Among wolves

The dull headache is one thing, but Loki’s limbs area heavy and unwilling to respond as he attempts to turn around in his bed. Or maybe the covers have gotten twisted, effectively restraining him? Some…thought…or maybe a memory is starting to squirm at the back of his mind, but it will have to wait. Groaning, he blinks to clear his eyes and investigate the situation.

“Brother?” There is a distance to Thor’s voice which throws the Jotun for a spin. “Loki, remain calm…alright brother?”

Calm? I am calm. The cerebral brain remains the same, but the vision clears which seems to fuel the insistent thought that urges him to move, to hurry. Why should I not be calm? He lost something, did he not? Getting his bearings, it occurs to Loki that this is not his own bed. There are no furs or silken sheets nestled within a wooden structure, but crisp white linen and a golden frame. Over the covers stretches thick, leather bands emblazoned with runes to imbue them with magic…magic meant to hold him in place if the physical bindings should fail.

There is no reason to struggle as it would only be in vain. “Thor…what is the meaning of this?”

“I am sorry,” the brother apologizes sheepishly from the other side of a magical barrier, “we did not know what else to do.”

Seconds pass silently while the brothers study each other. Why? Wreaking his memories, Loki can only recall walking from the stables with a plan in mind. What was I plotting? When the memory hits in the shape of the elusive thought, it takes away his breath along with any coherent thoughts…and still he cannot move. I have to get to Sjöblik in time to stop [Y/N].

“You have to release me,” he forces himself to talk evenly, “I need to get to her.”

“I cannot release you.”

Snarling, Loki is close to screaming at his brother. “Then get me someone who CAN!”

The broad bindings glow angrily until the captive relents with a sigh and relaxes into the soft mattress. Gaze fixed on the ceiling, he can hear the heavy footsteps of Thor recede followed by the distant clank of a door.

…

By the time Loki hears the door again, he has counted everything there is to count, read the runes about a dozen times, and designed his vengeance down to the smallest detail. They will regret holding me back like this. It is true that he had allowed himself to be talked into staying in Utgard from fear that any rash action would cause more damage. But preventing him from executing a carefully laid plan? Unforgivable. How did Thor even know?

Several people move in his periphery, safely on the other side of the magical wall, tempting him to turn his head. Thor, the lumbering oaf, has brought their parents. In a way it makes sense because Odin would have implemented strict rules to keep the embarrassing situation from the public, but seeing Frigga standing there with worry on her face and her hands clasped so tight before her chest that the knuckles are white…I am sorry, mother.

“Loki, I am sorry you had to regain consciousness to this…we did not know what else to do.”

The strain in Odin’s voice surprises his adoptive son, but he maintains a cool detachment. “May I suggest you begin with explaining why I was unconscious in the first place?”

“Your servants and I found you like that,” Thor’s begins, “we heard a…well I truly have no words to describe it! It was like a mixture of an explosion and a thousand people screaming. It came from the courtyard and when we arrived…I admit I was not the first, but…oh, brother! Everything was covered in ice. Dark, frozen spikes and-and shockwaves centered upon you as if…as if some force had hit you with the cold of a million winters, freezing anything in a circle around you!” The breath inhaled into the Thunder god’s lungs shakes with emotion. “No one could tell me what to do, so I called upon Heimdal…to take us here.”

My idiot brother is incapable of lying. Eliminating the most convoluted options, Loki is left with the assumption that the story is true. “So why subdue me like this?”

Frigga places a soft hand on the wall, causing the barrier to disintegrate and allowing her to step through to the weak protests of the men beside her. “My dear. We first feared you had been the victim of some form of attack, but as we searched for injuries you might have sustained, we found none.” Finally by the bed, she takes a seat on the edge, running the back of a few warm finger over Loki’s cheek. “You began to stir in your unconsciousness, showed distress…the infirmary became covered in ice too…”

“I caused it to happen…”

Turning his attention inwards, the god focuses on the part of his soul that is connected to the old powers of the Jötun, finding the Living Cold to be nearly depleted – something that only can happen by rapidly unleashing magic of enormous proportions. Already, it is replenishing, but there is no doubt it will take weeks before the powers will be restored.

“But why?” Soft grey eyes meet his blood-red with all the comfort and wisdom of a mother. “I…did something…? I felt…” Oh. “It felt as though my heart was torn from my body. Then I fell into darkness…”

“Loki, my dear.” Frigga sighs, looking to her husband and Thor for something. “Your bond with the mortal may be stronger than you think.”

… READER’s PoV …

If this is death…then why am I in pain? What first coherent thoughts go, it is not the worst, actually. It feels as though your shoulder is burning and moving your arm is like having white-hot pokers boring through. Deciding to stay as still as possible, you look around in the grey light of dawn, surprised to find yourself nowhere near the castle in Sjöblik…or for that matter near the city itself, it seems.

Dense firs and pines are standing so close that the needle-covered ground is almost completely dry beneath you, and it would not be a lie to say that at least one side of your body is being warmed considerably. Turning your head carefully to avoid upsetting the shoulder, the change of perspective brings a wall of mottled-grey fur into focus. Fur that moves as if it is still in use by its original owner. Breathing in sharply in fear fills your nose with the scent of dirt, dried and fresh needles…and a dog-like smell. Sweeping the gaze against the hairs, it passes the shoulders of a canine before coming to rest on the face of a wolf. Dark, amber eyes are watching every move you make.

You can feel your mind blank out, loosing touch with logic and abandoning any predetermined reactions that normal people might have in such a situation (though it probably is very few who haven woken up next to a wolf). Wolf. So far, not a wrong conclusion by your brain. Big. Also correct. Very, very big. Again, correct…but not helpful as such. Is Röskva and the other Vanir alright? See, that is where your brain fails to grasp the concept of prioritizing.

A quiet huff from the side that should not have a wolf assigned, makes you suspect that there is, in fact, another huge predator as if one would not have been bad enough. I survive falling several stories into a moat in the dead of winter…only to be rescued by the biggest wolves in creation?

“By the gods…this is just great.”

Talking out loud in this situation is another piece of evidence that your head must be damage somehow. Still, neither creature appears startled or upset about your comment, and you decide to risk a bit movement. Inch by inch, the good arm and hand begins a journey across the body until the fingertips can prod the injured shoulder, soliciting a hiss of discomfort. It also results in a soft whine from the wolf lying by your side, and an exploratory sniff by the newcomer (a wolf so dark brown it might have been black) which has taken a seat by your head. If I get to survive sitting up, then I need a way to fixate that arm or pop the joint back in place. Neither option is going to be easy, but at least you have a belt.

Repositioning the good arm, you brace yourself. Can’t lie here forever. With a grunt and a half-choked curse, it is possible to sit up although black dots are dancing before your eyes and it feels as though your arm has been torn off. The swaying motion steadies, making it possible to breathe a bit deeper. Then a gently yet very firm form presses against your back, nudging you to keep going. To stand. Afraid to piss off a wolf by refusing to do as it wants, you tug a leg under you the best you can, pulling the knee on the other to your chest. All the movement is making your entire body ache, but it is nothing compared to the agony of the dislocated shoulder.

A new nudge.

“Yes, yes…just give me a moment, huh? This isn’t as easy as it looks.” Hot breath fans your cheek, starting a shiver that run the length of your spine before it is stopped by a wet lick ending with a lot of wolf-drool in your ear. “Ah great, that’s really gonna help.”

As if understanding your words, the grey wolf wiggles itself underneath the good arm and then looks at you. Carefully you dig your shaking fingers through the course layer of the fur until you reach the soft undercoat. I’m being helped by wolves…yes…completely normal. But you nod to the creature, feeling it enhance your efforts to stand by pulling you forward before staying stock still as a means of maintaining balance.

“Well, uhm…thank you.”

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Your first priority after strapping the arm to your chest had been to find water to clench an aching thirst but the wolves had other plans. Deciding it was better not to object to the wishes of creatures as big as ponies, you let them lead you away. North, judging by the mosses and lichen growing on any available surface.

A swarm of thoughts is milling in your mind, each concern fighting for attention with no regard for progress on the previous’ behalf. By now, the murder of king Gorm and the queen must have been discovered which means that when the guards or court realizes that you are missing, they will blame it on you and subsequently the Vanir – people you have come to consider as friends and who now may be arrested and convicted for your actions. That was a risk all along. Knowing that does not make it easier. If only you had had time to warn them, to send them away.

Stumbling over a root, you reflexively reach for the nearest support. Fingers dig into rough fur, causing both you and the dark wolf to freeze. Don’t eat me. The air starts to hurt in your chest as you wait for something to happen while amber eyes roam your shape with an intelligence unmatched by most beasts. There is even something familiar about it…but what? The new ruminations are interrupted as the greyer of the giant creatures lays down before you, presenting its exposed back. Huh? As you try to sidestep, a deep rumbling erupts, causing every hair on your body to stand and silencing the few birds in the area.

“What do you want?”

It was not meant to sound as whiney as it came out, but you are still tired and hurting, and things generally stink which makes it hard to deal with the whims of abducting predators. Probably for that very reason, it takes several nudges and renewed growls before the trip can continue…with you on the back of one of them.

… LOKI’s PoV …

Left in solitude for a while, the king of Jotunheim is no further from desperation than before although everything has been explained to him. She fell. The nauseating sensation he felt while crossing Utgard’s courtyard must have been related to this, but Frigga cannot give any satisfying explanation why it is happening. To find out, [Y/N] must be present too.

That leads Loki’s thought to the next issue. Having had to retreat as a child to save his own hide, the trickster knows that speed is vital unless the blame can be shifted to someone else. The Vanir are making haste on horseback heading southward to prevent getting caught, which is a sensible solution all things considered, whereas the mortal guilty of the crime committed is on food, has no rations, carries no weapons, and only has support from Odin’s two wolves.

Geri and Freki. Perhaps it should be a consolation that they are with her as the beasts are more than capable of defending their charge from any dangers…but it is not enough. The animals had pulled her from the river that has been split to create the moat surrounding the castle in Sjöblik. Once safe on land, each wolf is most likely taken turn to warm and dry [Y/N] with their own body heat until she is able to leave the forest at its northern borders. But when? The old forests cover vast areas and are too dense for Heimdal to land the Bifrost safely. That is why they must wait for the odd trio to emerge from the woods.

No, the arrangements that have been made are the best possible under these circumstances, and Loki’s frustrations stem from the uselessness he feels. Waiting will be a challenge although it is something he always has excelled at.

… READER’s PoV …

“Crrrrrooooooaaaarrrr.”

The unexpected familiarity of the sound is enough to pull you from the edges of sleep and back to the moment at hand. Jerking upright sends a new flare of pain through your shoulder but also grants you the view of the dark wolf and an even darker creature now perched on its back. To make matters worse (or odder) the raven is holding on to something shiny with its claws. The tri-hook. Only a foot of the rope is still attached, torn and frayed at the end.

“Still not dead, sorry,” you manage to whisper through dried lips.

That doesn’t rule out that I’m going crazy. A bird has flown miles to bring a tool you had hated leaving behind, and you are riding on a wolf as big as the one in Odin’s cou–

Blinking at the mottled-grey creature, you finally recognize it and its brother for what they are. Loki had told you their names and how they, together with two ravens are the eyes and ears of the All-Father as he sends them out into the realms…or apparently to watch over stupid mortals as they take on risky missions. Your cheeks are hot with guilt as they stretch in a tired smile.

What are their names again? “Thank you. All of you.”

Relief is coursing through your tired and beaten body, making your head swim so you discover belatedly that the odd company has stopped. Looking around, you notice the forest itself is behind you. Before the wolves’ paws begins the open the plains of rolling hills and the occasional village of farmer-families. You even have time to admire the view of the first blue patches of sky in weeks before a torrent of light engulfs you.

… LOKI’s PoV …

They have let him out and Loki knows just from the smiles on Thor’s and Frigga’s faces what it means which is why he is wasting no time as he hurries along familiar halls with them in sharp pursuit.

Each minute feels like a year. Each step has been reduced to a thumb’s length.

But finally, he skids through the circular opening of Heimdal’s observatory in time to see an odd group of figures materialize before the Keeper and Odin.

The mortal woman is dirty and battered with an arm strapped awkwardly across the chest, each injury echoing through Loki’s limbs, but in this moment, she is an enchanting being taken directly from the sweetest dreams he has ever had. How perfectly she fits in his arm as he lifts her off her tired feet and cradles her in his lap without a care in the world that he has somehow sunk to the floor before the eyes of his family, Heimdal, and a few other guards. None of it matters. None of it matters because [Y/N] is near him again.

Loki refuses to let go of the frail human, insisting instead to carry her to the Healers’ Ward where Idunn tends to the injuries with skill. Only when the Asgardian goddess of longevity and health orders him to leave, to grant the mortal rest, does he do so…though with the promise of returning soon.

Outside the door, Frigga is waiting on a carved stone bench with a book in one hand. “I assume you have been told to give your love some peace to sleep?” she asks with a gentle smile.

“Yes.”

“My son…you always consider each action carefully…” Gone is the smile, replaced by the tender worry of a mother. “You know you will outlive her. Does she?”

“There is one way…but how can I ask her to abandon everything? She has a chance to return to Midgard and build a normal life. A safe life.”

The soft hand that takes Loki’s says more than any words can, and he enjoys the silent that lowers itself over them. This hallway is favoured with soft, warm colours enhancing the healing qualities of the sun streaming through the windows. A multitude of plants adds to the impression that it is indeed the Healing Ward which is housed here. Blindly staring at the rose and creamy yellows of the marble, Loki wishes it was this life he could grant [Y/N] rather than that of a cold keep and Jötun clans still opposing his rule.

“If you truly want her to chose, then you cannot hide anything from her, dear Loki.”

Reclaiming her hand, Frigga places a wooden box in her son’s lap. It is carefully decorated with various coloured stones, creating the liking of a fruit tree. Even the gold filigree clasp carries the same theme of leaves and apple blossoms.

The queen cups his cheek to make sure Loki listens carefully. “Whatever she chooses…respect it.”

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sparkledeerfr · 6 years

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Gren is Bad at This

Grenfell learns that he may be a bit crap at reading people. And maybe himself. He hasn’t had to before, okay?

Warnings: Slight injury but it’s Gren he’s fine.

“Hello!” Etzel heard from the entrance to the kitchen. Inwardly he winced, though he didn’t show it in the least and continued staring down, working. Of course this just encouraged Grenfell. “What are you making?” Gren said, edging closer to him. Etzel tried to stay still, not showing how much it bothered him that someone was in his space.

“Shepherd’s Pie,” Etzel answered evenly, still not looking at him. “Just something basic.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Gren grinned, those oddly long canines prominent like a cat’s as he leaned in closer, intending to annoy Etzel by getting as close as possible to his face. “You’re like me, you don’t make anything-”

He stopped when he felt Etzel’s hand on his arm, those emerald green eyes staring at him as something started to burn. Grenfell pulled away and saw that mushrooms were beginning to sprout directly from the veins on his forearm, doubtless toxic ones knowing Etzel. Ah yes, Nature dragons. He watched for a moment as what seemed to be a tiny venus flytrap burst from his skin and opened its mouth. How fun- this actually hurt. “Do not get near me again,” Etzel said, his voice with the tiniest undercurrent of warning. “Or that will be your face.”

“Of course,” Gren smiled, reaching a hand down to pull away some of the mushrooms that were sprouting.

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Grenfell bent at the waist to be more at her level as Belladonna entered the office carrying baby Circe. He wasn’t quite sure if he was happy or slightly offended that Bells snarled and turned so that her shoulder was in between Circe and him. He did still enjoy people being afraid of him, but that her automatic thought was that he would hurt a literal hatchling was a bit much. “Hello!” he said, grinning broadly. “Would you like to see a-”

He stopped when he felt Etzel kick him full in the side. Gren scooted slightly- it wasn’t as though it had hurt him, but he got the message, especially as Etzel nodded his head to tell Bells to go. “Stop that,” Etzel said. “You’re going to give them nightmares.”

“I was just going to-”

“Show them a trick, yes,” Etzel said, his voice even though with a hint of venom. “And what was the trick going to be?”

“Well, I was going to take out my eyes and maybe jug-”

“That is how children get nightmares,” Etzel said with finality.

“Ah.”

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Adeline looked over as Gren came downstairs pulling metal skewers out of his arm. They were obviously meant for kebabs, but these ones had been given up in favor of getting Gren away. “Gren,” she said and he paused, holding one of the skewers in his hand, three others still sticking out of him.

“Yes, dear Boss?” he asked, smiling, the impromptu weapons not hampering him the least.

“Please stop bothering Etzel. He just wants to do his job,” Adeline said with wear in her voice. How did he need to have this explained?

“Bothering?” he said with the slightest bit of uncertainty. He...he really needed to have it explained. “I thought we were bonding! He does seem to enjoy stabbing me.”

“Gren, he found out that it wouldn’t hurt you and immediately put a kitchen knife in your chest. He hates you.”

“But I don’t get in his space anymore!” Gren whined. “I’ve been trying.” Adeline put a hand to her face. How was this part of her job? Jack’s philosophy of just accepting life in a ‘Well I guess we’re doing this now’ sort of way was looking better by the day. “Though that does explain why he’s been poisoning my food,” Gren said, mostly to himself as Adeline’s eyes shot open.

“He’s been what?”

“I thought he was just doing a fun experiment to see what would actually work on me,” Gren said, looking to the side and coming to his own realizations. Then Adeline’s question sunk in. “Oh don’t worry,” he said, waving a hand. “If it's really bad I just take out my stomach and-”

“Don’t need to hear about that.”

“Adeeeeee,” he said, yanking out another skewer, letting it fall to the ground as he came over and draped around her shoulders. “You and Cass need to help me be friends with Etzel.”

This would likely be the worst idea in the world, but if it stopped him from bothering the other man then it was worth a shot. “Fine, but its going to take a long time.”

“I’m immortal, I have time,” he said, pulling away from her with a grin. “I shall come by later when you’re done with work,” he said, waving a hand as he walked to the front door. “Ta ta!”

“Bye, Gren,” she said, then turned back to her paperwork. Wait there was something-

Oh gross, he left a piece of his gembond on her desk again. She pulled open a drawer and- ah, yup.

“Gren, this had better be your finger!” she shouted.

“It is! Hold on to it for me!”

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“So,” Gren heard someone say as though he’d just entered the middle of a conversation. He paused in his walk back to The Workshop to see Jack sitting on an apparent lounge chair of empty crates, eating an apple. “You still acting out, huh?” he asked, mouth full.

“Acting out?” Gren said, tilting his head and walking slowly towards the other man, unsure of what this was about. He and Jack didn’t converse often, though Gren was one of the few people that didn’t automatically dismiss him. Jack was….differently intelligent, Gren would say.

“Yeah, trust me, I know how it goes,” Jack said, looking upwards as though considering. “You get positive attention for once and it scares the shit out of you, so you act out to try and push people away before they walk away. You been at it awhile.” He took another bite of the apple and learned against another empty crate. Apparently he’d just returned from a delivery.

“I don’t get scared,” Gren said, and he could feel his eyes widening, dilating to those pinprick points others found off putting.

“Yeah, sure,” Jack said, looking at him with his eyes half closed as he chewed. “That’s why you make me look mature and level headed, ‘cause you ain’t scared that this is all a trick somehow. You don’t bother the crap out of the people you like the most because you want to see what their limits are. I sure wouldn’t know that when I see it.”

Gren came closer to Jack, entering his personal space. Of course Jack didn’t care one bit and continued to eat and wait for Gren’s response. “And what do you propose I do about this? I cannot change what I am.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack said, waving a hand. “Some of us got a killer’s disposition, don’t mean you gotta use it, you just point it in the right direction.”

“Hm,” Grenfell said, considering and crossing his arms behind his back. It was a little like him holstering a weapon, keeping his hands away. “I suppose you may have a point. Perhaps I know that I am unused to people and poor with them, and that I’ll always be an outsider.”

“Dude if you’re worried about forgiveness, I accidently killed Cassandra once and-”

Jack barely had time to see the movement before he found that Gren had him pinned against the wall he’d been near, snarling, showing those long stolen teeth. “You what?” Gren asked in a low voice, holding Jack by his shirt.

To Gren’s surprise Jack snorted as though holding back laughter, then chuckled before breaking into a full on laugh. Grenfell’s momentary fury melted into pure confusion. “Oh man,” Jack said, sniffing as though he was about to cry from laughing too hard. “That’s half your problem, ain’t it? You got some massive crushes on people you know probably won’t like you back.”

“No, wait,” Grenfell said, pulling his head back though his hand was still gripping Jack’s shirt. “Go back to the other thing.”

“Ah don’t worry she’s fine and we’re cool. Who else you crushin’ on? Etzel? Gotta tell you that’s a lost cause there my man.”

“I do not-”

“Who else?” Jack said, grinning and showing his own wildclaw fangs. Grenfell wasn’t used to people turning the tables on him in quite this way. West and Cassandra’s snarkiness in the face of pretty much everything, sure, but this was...different. “Addeeeeliiiiinnneeee?” Grenfell immediately dropped him as though recoiling from something disgusting. “Hahahaha no wonder you’re so pissed! You got worse crush choices than me.”

“I do not-” Grenfell started again, then stopped when he realized that he didn’t know how he felt about anyone. He’d...never actually considered dissecting emotions before. After several hundred years of not being around people or interacting with them he’d honestly not considered the possibility of....

A relationship. Ew. Even as he thought he could feel himself involuntarily snarling. “Now what’s that face for?” Jack asked, dusting himself off. “Aw man, you ruined by apple. You owe me ten t.”

“A relationship sounds so...normal. Boring,” Grenfell answered, but he was thinking on what Jack had said as he stood back up, straightening himself and putting his hands behind his back. “I suppose that I also do not like the fact that in order to get along I have to be normal and boring….and that I actually do like getting along. It's the dichotomy of those two wishes that’s bothering me.”

“So you act out,” Jack said, crossing his arms and smiling with the satisfaction of knowing he was right. “But normal? Are you kidding me? You? Poor baby you’re only a master at like three things and could probably make a killing doin’ anything, no pun intended.”

“Are you often this glib about everything?” Gren asked, now interested.

“Mostly,” Jack shrugged. “You gotta take life as it comes at you. No sense worryin’ about it.”

“How very Plague of you.”

“Uh, yeah,” Jack said, pointing to his red eyes before he smiled again. “You know you should go for the Ade and Cass thing. Get yourself two small girlfriends.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Portable. And one of ‘em’s pretty goth. Get the sweet n’ sour.”

“Jack, how has no one killed you yet?”

“A few have tried, man. A few have tried.”

#sparklelore #etzel is...very prickly #gren learns that Jack feels 3 emotions: love entertainment and anger 5 #he just feels those 3 very strongly

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Reiki New York Miraculous Tricks

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A Single Rose (Final Rose)

Empress Averia VII glanced up from the handwritten missive she’d received from the ruler of the Schnee Mercantile Alliance. The fact that Weiss had written the letter by hand and had it delivered personally by the head of her elite guard spoke to the gravity of the matter the letter addressed. This was more than a letter between heads of state, it was a letter from the head of one House to another, a letter from one friend to another.

“Anna,” Averia murmured, looking away from the letter to stare evenly at her sister who sat on the other side of the table. “I trust you enjoyed your time in the Schnee Mercantile Alliance.”

“It was nice,” Anna said. “Although I wasn’t there for long. It was… what? Two weeks?”

“Fifteen days,” Averia replied. “Although it seems you still managed to make an impression.”

“Oh?” Anna laughed nervously. She had a tendency to, well, find trouble. “Nothing too bad, I hope.”

“It depends.” Averia opened the box that had come with the message and showed it to Anna. Inside was a single white rose. “How familiar are you with the customs of the House of Schnee?”

“Quite - ah!” Anna gaped. “That’s a white rose!”

“Indeed, it is. And tradition dictates that a member of the House of Schnee propose marriage with a white rose. As the Head of the House of Schnee, I’m not surprise that Weiss opted for such a traditional approach.”

Averia studied the rose intently. It looked absolutely perfect. However, closer examination revealed that it wasn’t a normal rose at all. Instead, it was a rose made out of ice using an intricate set of Glyphs and ice Dust. Even with her Semblance, Averia couldn’t help but be impressed by the obvious care and effort that had gone into making the rose. Weiss must have made it herself because Averia could still feel traces of the other woman’s Aura running through it.

“Weiss wants to marry you?” Anna blurted. “But - but isn’t that illegal? The Heads of two Great Houses haven’t married since the Age of Heroes…”

Averia handed Anna the letter. “Read this.”

A few seconds later…

“She wants to marry me!” Anna shrieked. “What?” Unlike Averia, who had blonde hair, Anna’s hair was the pink favoured by the Farron side of her ancestry, and Anna wasted no time running her hands through her hair in agitation. “But… but I only talked to her for like… I don’t know… fifteen minutes while I was there. I certainly never spent any time alone with her outside of having a brief conversation or two…”

“Evidently, you made an impression,” Averia replied. “Enough of one that she has formally asked for my permission to marry you.” She paused. “Naturally, I will not be giving it to her.”

Anna stopped her fidgeting. Her nervousness was gone, replaced by a much more calculating expression. Although she didn’t have the reserved, cool nature characteristic to most Farrons, she was still part Farron, and a princess besides. Behind her cheerful, chirpy exterior was someone who had been trained to stand in for Averia whenever necessary and to even rule the empire herself if something untoward happened to her older sister.

“Is that a good idea?” Anna asked quietly. “The Schnee Mercantile Alliance is extremely powerful, and outright refusal could be seen as an insult. I’m quite certain we’d win if this turned into a military conflict, but any discord between the empire and the alliance could prove disastrous in the long term.”

“Give me some credit,” Averia replied. “You’re my sister. I’m not simply going to give you to Weiss just because she asked for you. I have yet to send my reply, but I will be making it clear that I have no problems with her courting you. I understand that any marriage between you two will most likely start as a marriage of political convenience anyway, but in this troubled time…”

“I understand,” Anna said simply. “An alliance by marriage between the Arendelle Empire and the Schnee Mercantile Alliance would be tremendously beneficial, and she can’t exactly marry you. As the oldest of your younger siblings, I’m the next best thing.”

“Anna…” Averia sighed. “I will not force your hand on this. I am empress. My word is, in matters of this kind, law. However, I cannot refuse Weiss even the chance to try for your hand, subject to your approval.”

“So… you’re going to tell her that she can’t just marry me, but…”

“Meetings will be arranged. You two will have the chance to get to know each other better.” Averia paused. “If you don’t think it can work, then I will reject her offer for your hand in marriage.”

“Well… I guess I can give it a try.”

X X X

Weiss bit back a smile as she watched her wife chase their dog around their bedroom. The tricky canine had managed to grab hold of one of Anna’s favourite shoes.

“Return my shoe, villain!” Anna cried, leaping onto the bed and jabbing her spear in the general direction of Drei. “Or prepare for death!”

The dog simply continued to run around cheerfully with the shoe in his mouth.

“I hope that you’re not going to spear our dog, Anna.”

“I may have to if he continues to be so villainous.”

Weiss chuckled. Her marriage to Anna had started as more of a political arrangement - she had needed to get married, and Anna had seemed like an eminently suitable candidate - but that hadn’t lasted long. In seemingly no time at all, Anna had become an integral part of her life. It was getting increasingly hard to remember a time when she hadn’t woken up next to the other woman each morning and gone to bed beside her at night.

And Anna had proven to be far more capable that some of Weiss’s advisors had believed. Weiss had been forced to take a brief leave of absence from her duties due to illness - although that illness had actually turned out to be pregnancy - and Anna had simply taken over everything, running it with the skill of someone long accustomed to ruling.

Greatest treasure indeed…

No wonder Averia had claimed that she was giving Weiss the empire’s greatest treasure. At the time, Weiss had thought the empress was being sentimental. She now considered it a statement of fact.

“Hey…” Anna hopped off the bed and slung her spear over her shoulder. “You’ve gone all quiet…” She knelt down and patted Weiss’s stomach. “Is mini-Weiss okay?”

“Mini-Weiss?” Weiss laughed. “Are you sure you’re descended from Averia Yun-Farron? I doubt that’s something she would say.”

“Ah, but Averia Yun-Farron was descended from Oerba Yun Fang, and that is something she would very much say.”

“Well, mini-Weiss is fine. I was just thinking. That’s all.”

“Hmm…” Anna got up and nodded to herself. “That’s good.” She looked around to where Drei had leapt onto the bed with her shoe. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get my shoe back.”

#final rose #fanfiction

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