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Future Damian: "You know, It's things like that that'll keep you from being a wife."
Future Anya: dramatically "Ah, Becky, did you hear that? The scion says I won’t be able to be a wife. What will become of my future now?!"
Future Becky: Also dramatically "Ah, how cruel. Don't worry, Anya, my family's home is always open to you."
Damian: "I get it already! Enough with the acting!"
Anya: continuing dramatics "If only I had learned properly from my mother, I would be able to crush the apple into juice with only one hand instead of two."
Becky: immediate stop to drama "Wait, really? Scary."
This took me months to finish. Part of which is due to multiple series binges. But I finally finished it.
Summary: Sonia, after finding her husband hunting, has some fun planned for the night.
Sonia had known this was going to happen. As soon as she had heard what had happened, she knew that it would come to this. It was as inevitable as time itself.
Knelt above her body, with his jaws around her neck, was Queen Sonia's husband, King Rauru.
She had known this was coming all day. Her fool of a husband had snuck out to go hunting again in the morning. It always made something more animal in his blood act up.
Then again, she hadn't tried to prevent the situation. If anything, she had looked forward to it. It was always fun to tease her husband by tying up her hair and wearing something a bit more exposing, and quiet trade with the desert tribes had given her the perfect outfit.
She had let his eyes drink well of her dark skin. She had shown him half lidded eyes and a smile that knew everything. She had purred encouragements in a voice he couldn't help but tremble at.
But she danced away, just out of touch.
It wouldn't be much of a punishment if he could just reach out and touch her so easily. He wanted a hunt, after all. A hunt was what he would get.
And so she danced just out of reach of the otherworldly being. He would whine, but it would soon turn into a growl. She knew as he stood, the chase was on.
And so around their bedchambers they ran. Rauru would pounce, thinking he had her, but Sonia would jump just out of the way, a lilting laugh leaving her smiling lips. Her spritely legs carried her well away from her husband until she wanted to be caught.
And being caught was what led her here. Her husband's teeth tickled her throat, but weren't close to hurting her. She knew she didn't have to worry about that. One of her arms was held in a tight grasp so she had to reach up to stroke his face with the other, an action that earned her another growl that vibrated against her skin.
"And now that you've captured your dear doe, what do you plan to do with her?"
Rauru lifted his head from around her throat. The Zonai had been called the sage of light, but he felt that his wife's radiance far outshines his.
With a gruff voice, he leaned his head down to speak into her ear, "Why, I plan to inspect my prize."
Sonia shivered slightly as Rauru pushed himself back up. Able to look her in the eye again, his free hand came to softly cup her cheek. His thumb traced over the tears painted below her eyes before tracing a line across her bottom lip. As his hand moved, a flushed cheek revealed itself to him. His thumb left her lips, but were quickly replaced with his own.
Against her own, his blackened lips had felt like they held the heat of Mt. Doom. Even with his scald, Sonia could only open her mouth for more. Feeling his wife's acceptance, the Zonai happily reciprocated, his tongue tangling together with hers.
This only went on for a few minutes before he separated from her. There was more to inspect of his beautiful prize, after all.
His hand returned next to her neck where he had left off. Flowing down, his fingers brushed against her collar. With her hair tied back, Sonia's neck and shoulders were free to his eyes. His fingers traced her collar bone out to her shoulder, her unblemished skin soft beneath them. Without even a thought, his head dipped low again as he nipped at her collar. A sharp inhale blessed his ears, but he had no time to listen.
His hand slid down to her side and brushed over the strings holding the flimsy excuse for what she had called night clothes to her body. The cloth covering her breast was so thin, he could practically see right through it. She had told him the Garudo trader had said it was "a vai's special armor" before flouncing out in what could barely even be described as cloth.
Barely there that it was, it was still there, and it still separated him from her body. With a movement of his fingers, his lovers back arched enough to get his hand beneath her. The simple knots Sonia had tied the strings together with easily came undone and he slid the offending cloth away.
Sonia was neither shy nor embarrassed to bare herself before her husband, but her free arm came down from her husband's head to cover her chest nonetheless. Rauru frowned at that. That wasn't how this game was played. He had caught his prize, now it was his turn to have his fun.
A firm hand grabbed Sonias forearm and lifted it above her head. It was firm, but it wasn't forceful. It didn't have to be. Sonia merely wriggled a bit as he brought both her arms together to be held in one hand.
His wife properly restrained now, Rauru brought his free hand back down to her side. His fingers slowly bumped down her ribs, as though counting each one.
As his middle finger brushed her bottom rib his fingers changed course. His nails felt scalding as he teased the flesh just below her breast, but her back arched up for more. She longed for his touch as much as he longed to touch her. But he was the one in control now.
He placed his hand between her breasts before pressing her back down. She tried to wriggle beneath him again, but he kept her still. She tried to entice him with her lascivious looks, but he kept in control by focusing on her heart beating underneath his palm.
"You're no fun."
A chuckle escaped him before kissing her pouting lips. For the sage of time, Sonia was always so pleased to set up her night, but so impatient to get to the fun. Whereas any good hunter was quick to bag his prey, but made sure to savor his catch. Still, he could have a little fun.
After Sonia had settled down again, he parted from her. Once again, the tips of his nails traced just below the bottom of her breast before his hand finally groped at the pert flesh. A soft purr escaped her as he softly kneaded at her chest. An inhale made Rauru smile as the claw of his thumb flicked against the sensitive nub topping the mound.
Sonia's legs shifted against themselves as her husband brought his head to her unoccupied breast. While she usually enjoyed her husband's gentle ministrations, they would also light a more animal longing to burn within her. Her focus on such warmth was suddenly interrupted as the man nipped at her breast.
"Well now you're just teasing me."
She could see the sparkle of a smile in his eyes as he looked back up at her. A shiver crossed her back as she felt his wet tongue lap across where he had bitten her before pressing his lips against her tanned skin. Her skin warmed at the touch of his lips as he kissed from her breast down along her stomach.
As he reached her waist, his attentions were interrupted by cloth once more. This time, the underwear covering between her legs actually hid their prize while the pants from her hips down her legs were perfectly see through, ending in a clasp at her ankles. It would be so easy to rid his wife of these offensive clothes. Just one good cut with a clawed finger-
"If you ruin these, you'll be in big trouble."
Rauru looked up to his wife's face to find the pleasure that was there had left. In its place, a knit brow and a frown sat. Seems that that was a no to cutting then. Still, this wouldn't stop the king from his night. And his night would nor be completed with a frown on his wife's face.
His previous plans put on hold, Rauru came up to kiss his wife again as his free hand followed the path he had kissed down her stomach. Rauru could feel her body shiver against his as his hand crept beneath the waist of what he could barely call pants. His warm fingers were quickly greeted by wetness between her legs.
The king had known that his wife was easily excitable at times, but he hadn't expected this much. Still, there was little to do but move forward with his little game. Two fingers rubbed against his wife's lower lips as another tingle passed up her back.
Sonia's moan was muffled by her husband's mouth as a finger entered her wet gash. It was almost by instinct that her knees came together, her body moving to try and squeeze down on the intrusive digit. Her husband only smiled into the kiss as he started moving his finger within her.
Rauru delighted in the squeaks and moans that came as he pumped and moved his finger inside of her. Her little gasps as he brushes a sensitive spot. It didn't take him long before he felt his wife tense up under him.
As much fun as he was having, there was more fun to get to. Removing his finger from his wife, Rauru turned his hand and forced what little cloth there was down her legs. It would have been quite a stretch to take them off himself, but luckily she had bent her legs enough to make it easier.
With the last of her clothes removed, Rauru lifted himself back up to gaze upon his wife. Dark skin curved and swelled in ways that drew his eyes. Lines of white traced patterns on her legs and sides, with flecks of white here and there on her body. It was so tantalizing.
"And what now?"
Her smile was small. Her eyes were half lidded. She was practically asking for him to take her.
Now to taste my dear doe.
He released his grip on her arms as he lowered himself between her legs. Her thighs separated before him, allowing access to her most sensitive of places. His arms wrap around her legs, pulling him closer to his prize. He placed a kiss upon the dark skin of her thigh before focusing his attention elsewhere.
It was hard to hold back from the feast laying before his eyes. The call of his blood demanded he plunge as deep as he can, tasting all that she would provide. The call of his heart, however, told him to be gentle, to savor his lover. The pumping of his blood only grew louder as his tongue passed over her outer lips, her juices like the finest sweets to his taste.
A piece of his resistance snapped and his tongue dove into her depths. The muscle traced the paths his finger had already found, moving his tongue to brush against the spots that made her squirm and gasp. Her cries were music to his ears.
Some sense came back as a hand tangled into his hair. His tongue continued moving, but it was a bit slower. A languid lick around her folds finished by trailing over her sensitive nub. With more care going into his attention, it took no time at all before juices gushed into his mouth as Sonia yelled out in pleasure.
Rauru sat up to look at his wife laying before him. Her chest rose and fell as she panted after his attentions. Her thighs rubbed together as she tried to shift herself up. His blood pumped harder in him as he took in the sight of her again.
He was hot. It was as though fire pumped through his veins. His top had been lost in their little chase, but his body felt sweltering. A couple swipes of his hands and the rest of his clothes were easily torn away. Even losing what little clothes were left couldn't temper his flames. Only one thing would calm him.
Sonia finally got herself stable before her waist was pulled out from beneath her again. Looking up, her husband once more had that animal look in his eye. That she could look him in the eye instead of having his mouth at her neck showed his resistance to the nature calling at him.
A dark hand took hers and brought it to his body. Her fingers were brought down, tracing the skin of his abdomen. As much as she'd love to explore the body of her lover, the hand gripping hers forced her to continue lower. It only stopped as her hand felt something hard.
His dick twitched under her soft touch. Instinct screamed for more, though. It yelled to claim her, to hold her down and have his way. He doesn't, though. Not without her say.
Her hand grips his growth gently. Her husband treated her well, after all. It wouldn't be right to make a mistake that would hurt him before the main event. With a little help from him lifting her, she lined him up to her slit before sliding the tip in.
His length filled her slowly, inch by inch sliding in to her. As he pressed into her, Rauru's body settled on top of his wife's. Even with the small chance she wanted to get away, she was trapped beneath him.
With the last of him inside of her, Sonia lay with the pressure both inside of her and on top of her. Her husband's warmth could be felt penetrating to her very core. Her arms circled around to her husband's back, holding him close and bracing her for what was to come.
The queen could only lie there for so long before saying to her husband, "Do as you like."
His hips bucked at his wife's low voice. It was a small movement that seemed to be a reflex, but it was soon followed by another. The movements were short and shallow, with not much movement occurring, but soon his hips were moving more. His hips jerked on instinct, pulling more out before slamming back into her. As much as he had tried to reign in the call of hid blood, his wife's confirmation had broken his resistance.
Sonia braced herself for her husband's hammering. She had been surprised he had held out so long against his instincts, considering their previous romps. At this point, it was all she could do to hold on to her husband. Even if she tried to talk through her gasps, he wouldn't hear anything.
As more of his length pulled out with every thrust, each thrust became faster. Even as his body pistoned faster into his lover, he held himself back from causing any harm. His hips drove deep as the queens hips moved as well, making sure that they both enjoyed his animal nature.
As he slammed himself down upon her, it didn't take long before he released inside of her. His body tensed as he pressed as deep as he could within her. Her own climax held her close to her husband as he released his load within her.
As Rauru's body relaxed, sense seemed to come back to him. An unnatural tiredness seemed to overtake him as he lay to his wife's side, his arms encircling her in his embrace. A low, throaty growl escaped him as his eyes closed, only feeling his love against him as he drifted off on their bed.
Sonia smiled as her husband held her close. With his arms around her, it was as though nothing else in the world would truly matter until the next day. The pulse of his heart made for quite the lullaby early in their marriage, back when he had been the shy one too afraid to move lest he hurt her. She had been sure to show him that she was no fragile flower that needed to be cared for.
Her hand came up to brush at his cheek, feeling his calm breath as he drifted to sleep. Much as she had looked forward to the night, it had been a long day for her husband. He had earned a rest.
She would just have to have a longer night tomorrow.
Listen, I'm working on things now, but this popped into my head and won't let me work on other things before coming out.
I was considering making a whole thing but reconsidered. You only get the dialog prompt that popped into my mind. Had something half formed, but it was shoddy half formed. Like, 1/3 formed in one place, but 1/6 formed in a different place that didn't connect yet.
"Why the door, you ask. And how is this cabin here? It's all pretty simple, really. It's because the forest remembers. It forgets some things that are obvious, like that you can't have rooms without a house, but it remembers the life that was lived here. But only at times."
"Soon, it will forget again, and I'll be gone. This room, that fire, and even this meeting will have been just leaves on the wind. And that's why I had you leave the door open. Don't want you to be forgotten along with me."
Summary: An early morning in Hateno after the demon king has been defeated.
Hateno village was a quiet town, and very little would ever change that. Over 100 years had passed, and Cece was the only one who changed things by using mushrooms. Honestly, the fact that it hardly changed made Link feel more normal.
The quiet certainly made it easier to live in the house he had bought. Nobody in the village had even batted an eye when Zelda had moved in with him. There were murmurs when the school had been built, but they were everyday worries, nothing to make a person skip breakfast.
And skipping meals certainly wasn't something that this hero would do. Whether it be the Demon King, a sacred dragon, or meeting with the king of the Zora, Link would always have something put away to tame a stomach. Even now, he worked over a hot stove.
A cool breeze blew through his hair as he kept watch over the omelets he was making. He hadn't tried making it with Hateno cheese yet, but was excited to see how the dish turned out. He hoped it went well. Her face always lit up when it was good.
As he was plating up the food, Link heard something from the house. It was so faint it could have been a distant wind. Link knew otherwise.
Link quickly got the food onto plates and set it aside before running to the door. The boy practically broke the door down with the force his body hit it with to enter that much faster. He practically leapt up the stairs before being brought to a stop at the sight before him.
Zelda was curled up on the bed, her hands balled tightly together in front of her heart. The covers had been tossed around, most likely from her moving in her sleep. Her body shook slightly as a whimper freed itself from her throat.
The knight crept closer, his footsteps practically silent compared to his earlier rush. In spite of his initial rush, he didn’t want to wake the girl. As soon as he was close enough, Link could tell that Zelda's eyes were still screwed closed. Tear-stained, but closed.
It pained him that this wasn't the first time her sleep had hurt her. It was much easier to protect her from lynels and hinox. At least those he could fight with swords and spears. How would he even start to fight her nightmares?
He couldn’t, but he could at least provide some comfort.
Link crawled on to the bed, careful not to touch the princess until he could settle himself in. Finding a comfortable spot, the boy gently reached to cover her hands with his own. Almost like magic, the tension seemed to leave her hands as he guided them to rest around his body. Her body uncurled as he shifted closer to her, as though it naturally wanted to fit at his side. Finally, he gently lifted her head to shift it to rest on his chest.
Zelda had said that hearing his heartbeat helped to calm her. After that century where she hadn't even been sure he would even live, just the steady thump of his pulse was enough to lighten her. He was happy enough when he found that it worked just as well in her sleep.
Situated against him, the once trembling princess was once again still. Her breath that had been leaving in whimpers had grown steady once again. The only sign that she had even had the nightmares now were the tears across her cheeks, which Link softly wiped away.
Link had asked before what she had dreamed of to cause her such pain. Sometimes it was of the calamity, the destruction of Hyrule that they had both watched so long ago. Sometimes it was of him, hurt by the guardians that were supposed to help Hyrule.
A shuffle in the covers caused Link to brace the girl as her legs shifted. A hand kept her head softly against his chest as her body drew closer against his. Her legs entangled with his as her chest pressed against his side. As her body settled in again he gently released her.
Recently, though, her dreams were of her ancestors. She hadn't talked about them lately, but he had heard Queen Sonia's name in her cries. As well as Rauru's.
As if somehow sensing his thoughts, Zelda's arms tightened around the boy. Almost without thinking, his left arm softly stroked her back until her tense body once more relaxed.
The war may have been finished by him, but Zelda had seen its start all those eons ago. She had fought the Demon King at the start, and lost many because of it. He could only know what it was like because he saw it through her.
None of that mattered at the moment, though. All that mattered was making sure that she felt safe. That was all he could do.
The two of them layed like that longer than Link cared to track. Every so often, she would tense up again and the boy would softly coo her back to relax. She had been back at peace for a while before…
"Link?"
A limp hand untangled itself from around her makeshift pillow as the princess rubbed the sleep from one of her eyes. The two of them shifted themselves, Link to sit up so he could look at her and Zelda to no longer be wrapped around him. The two caught each other’s eyes as the girls smiled up at him. Just seeing that smile made him feel like he was flying again.
Puss's ears perked before he even woke. Even then, his fur prickled before he could hear it. The creak of the floorboards outside could have been anyone, but there was a characteristic that told him it was the one who lived in his memories.
There was whistling.
The door to Puss's room creaked open to a pair of blood red eyes staring into green. Puss did not tense as the white wolf silently crossed from the doorway to the side of his cat bed. Instead, while the visitor sat next to his bed, the cat merely kneaded at his resting space.
"Buenas noches, Señor Wolf."
"Hola, Gato."
Puss kneaded at his resting space for a couple more minutes before laying down again. Finally comfortable, he looked up at the wolf again. He didn't seem as hostile as he once was. "Is it time already?"
The wolf shook his head. "Not quite, but it's close." He didn't smile like the last time he chased the cat. It really wasn't a catch for him.
"I have never known you to come early." A silence punctuated the room. "Except that one time."
The wolf barked a short laugh. "I thought that I might stop in and make an offer to you."
Green eyes squinted as Puss looked at him sideways. A deal with Death never came cheap. "What kind of offer?"
"Calm yourself, Gatito. I have no strings to pull here." The wolf waved his paw in front of him, as though to calm the cat. "I'm here to offer you a chance at a better death."
Puss's right ear perked up at the wolf's words. "What do you mean 'A better death'?"
The wolf smiled, the bait was set. "You are old, Puss. Your body will give out soon. Wouldn't you rather go out on one last adventure?"
Puss turned fully to the smiling wolf, one eye still squinting. "Go on."
"I want you to find the Van Winkle hoard."
"The Van Winkle hoard? But the location of Old Rip's hoard has been lost for-"
"-180 years." The wolf licked his chops. The hook was setting. "Word in the streets says that a clue to the location was found and is being held by Ol' King Cole."
Puss stood on his bed, trying and failing to meet the wolf's height to see eye to eye. "And why would you bring this to me?"
The wolf crouched low. "You could say I'm feeling merciful. Wanting to end things on a bang, if you will. Give you a heroic end to your legend. A better end than laying alone in a cold lonely room, 'ey?"
The cat looked into his eyes. They were cold, and dark, but they did not lie. But that was exactly why…
"Wolf, back then you did that thing with the flame. Could you give us a light."
The wolf straightened up again before pulling one of his scythes from his hip. The handle folded out and a small flame lit to hang above the scythes blade like magic. It wasn't a large flame, but it was large enough.
Across the walls of the room, pictures illuminated to show their stories. A picture of Puss together with a transformed Shrek and Donkey. A picture of Kitty and Perrito. The largest picture in the room was a portrait of Puss and Kitty surrounded by a collection of black and orange cats.
"What is this?"
Puss smiled as he laid down again. "This, my friend, is my answer to your offer."
Turned his head this way and that, seeing more pictures featuring the cats surrounding Puss in the large portrait. "I don't get it."
Puss just shook his head. "My legend has already ended, Señor Wolf. It ended happily, with the congratulations of my friends and the joy of my family. There is no better way I can find to pass my last days than looking upon my happy memories."
The wolf could feel he was losing his catch. "It is the job of the century, Gato. It only comes once."
The cat shrugged. "I will leave it to my kittens. They have been trained well enough."
The wolf deflated as he stored his scythe back on his hip. His hood had fallen, showing his drooping ears. "You know, I really thought you'd take the heroic end."
Puss smiled as he closed his eyes. "I have had my heroism. And I have had my happily ever after, Wolf. I am ready for the one thing they always say, but never tell you in the fairy tales."
"And what is that, friend?"
Puss purred as he felt the darkness of sleep at the edge of his consciousness. "It is The End, mi amigo."
The Wolf watched as Puss fell into his slumber. It was only a deep sleep, Death hadn't been lying that he was early. The tall canine replaced his hood as he stepped towards the door. He stopped in the doorframe and looked back at the feline.
"See you in a few days."
The door closed with the wind, not a trace of the visitor remaining. The only sign of the visit was a fading tune whistled on the wind.
Never actually watched to the ending of G Gundam until this past week. A bit of post-series fluff.
Nastasia is angry at Argo.
“Argo!”
The name sliced through half of the ship followed by the stomping of heels that ran as a warning. Just from the sharp tone, the crew knew to be scarce the entire way to the captain’s room. There was no way they were going to be caught in the fight between the first mate and the captain.
The door to the captain’s quarters slammed open and the large man peered at the guest through the corner of his eye. In the doorway stood his once upon a time jailer, Nastasia Zabigov. Her green hair flared around her as she stepped into his room.
“You damned idiot, what the hell did you think you were doing?”
She referred to moments ago as Argo assisted their escape by using the Bolt Gundam.
In their absence, their pirate group’s territory had suffered a power gap that plenty of other groups were more than happy to fill in. They were also more than interested in keeping it filled themselves.
Argo knew that it wouldn’t necessarily be easy reclaiming the territory, but he hadn’t expected some of the lengths they would apparently go to. Pirate territories were survival of the fittest, so of course only the strongest survived out there. This also meant that pirate gangs tended to work on their own, as well.
Today was different. Argo’s ship had been led into a fight, thinking it would be an easy win. He didn’t expect three groups had been working to jump in on their fight. Argo’s ship was powerful, but he knew they couldn’t handle attacks on three sides. Nastasia had quickly ordered a retreat, but the other ships were already bearing on them. They needed a little time.
So, time is what Argo gave them. With the Bolt Gundam, the large man could easily draw their fire while his crew set them up to escape. Not to mention the damage he was able to do before withdrawing.
"Honestly, to think you would be stupid enough to face three ships on your own. The Bolt Gundam has its limits, you know. And now that we aren't working for the Gundam Fight, we don't have the supplies to keep patching it up."
Argo knew that she was worried about it. Nastasia had joined his crew easy enough, but it was no glorious life. He knew it wasn't just the parts she was worried about, though.
"- and the next time you try killing yourself-" The woman's words were cut off as Argo stood up to his full height to stand before her. His brown eyes, always looking like they were locked in a scowl, kept their gaze with her own.
"W-what is it?" Her voice shook, but not from fear. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, they had been through too much for her to make that mistake.
The brown haired man came closer, making Nastasia tilt her head up in order to keep his gaze. He lifted his hand to gently lift her chin more, giving him a clear view of her face. Before she could say anything, the large man leaned down and covered her bright red lips with his own.
It was a simple kiss, not the most passionate she had had, but it felt like it took her breath away. She could have blamed the arm that had reached around her, pulling her closer, but it would be a lie. Before she could think much more on it, he had already pulled away.
"I'm back." His gravelly voice was firm in the declaration as he kept the woman close to him.
She could only smile as her anger had been fully quashed. Her arms circled around his waist as she felt his warmth against her. "Ah."
Summary: In the territory of the Skywing elves, a human fort is created. One elf must enter the fort and find what they are planning to do.
It was a quiet night in the Skywing clan’s guest holdings. Sure, it had been a much busier day, but after the shock wore off and the explanations of what was happening things had settled down to a pretty peaceful night for the two unexpected guests. With a small exception.
A figure moved through the moon-lit hallway connecting the guests’ quarters. It cast no shadow, and it could barely be seen if one examined closely, but it was there. This was because the figure slipping silently through the hall was a Moonshadow elf, specialized in stealth and cloaked in darkness so as to avoid being spotted by any wandering eyes.
This was mostly unnecessary at this point, as there had been no guards, human or otherwise, protecting the guest rooms themselves. There had been a pair of guards protecting the entrance to the guest wing, but it had been easy to pass them unseen. In all honesty, the elf probably could have gotten around even without Moonshadow magic.
That didn't matter at the moment, though. What mattered was that just beyond the doors a few steps away was the target. All that was left was getting in unnoticed.
The figure grabbed the door and slowly cracked it open. A soft light and some muffled sound fell out of the crack. The hand on the door waited, but it seemed the noise wasn't stopping. Even so, it wasn’t getting closer, so it was most likely safe to continue.
When the door was open enough to brush through, the elf slipped inside. With nothing more than a little shuffling to greet them, they closed the door. What they didn't expect was what greeted them when they turned around.
The bed she had been expecting to see had been completely undressed. At one end of the bed, a semicircle of pillows had been laid out with a couple of chairs at the sides. One of the beds blankets were suspended by the chairs, making a sort of canopy over the whole thing as the others seemed to be bundled inside the pillows.
Inside the canopy, the elf saw what was making the shuffling sound. Two humans sat inside the soft walls of their building. A small boy with poofed out hair sat back as he watched a larger boy move the pillowy walls around.
"What in Xadia are ya' doin?"
The boys looked up directly at the elf. It was when they smiled that the elf realized their magic wasn't active. "Rayla!"
The older boy returned to working with the pillows. "Hey Rayla. I'm building a pillow stronghold for Ezran."
Rayla pulled back her hood as her eyebrow raised. "A pillow… stronghold?"
The boy known as Ezran nodded to her. "Callum is great at making them. He would make one every time we went to the banther lodge."
Callum stopped his work for a moment to scratch the back of his head. "It's just a skill I picked up." The brown-haired boy put a pillow into place before brushing his hands off. "There, I now declare Fort Ezran complete. The first human-only stronghold in Xadia."
Rayla crossed her arms as she looked down at the boys proud face. “’Humans only’, huh? An’ what about a certain elf ya love that helped ya get to this point?”
“Are you kidding? I’m not even letting Bait in here.” Callum motions to the glow toad sitting at the far side of the bed from the boy’s project. “Sorry, Bait. You understand.” In response to his words, the amphibian grumbled out a croak, his colors shifting from yellow to red and back to yellow again.
Rayla would swear that the toad’s eyes contained pure loathing at the world but was brought out of those thoughts as the mage continued. “Anyways, if I won’t even let a single glow toad in, what makes you think I’d let an assassin crawl right in? Even if she is beautiful.”
Is that so? The elf crossed her arms in front of her and smiled down at the boys in their fort. “Guess I’ll have’ta break in, then.”
At that, Callum stood up, taking a position in front of her at the pillow strongholds wall. “You can try.” He threw his arms out, trying to add to the drama of his scene. “But with me guarding his majesties royal stronghold, nothing can break through these walls.”
As Callum smiled at her, obviously satisfied with himself, only one thought passed through the Moonshadow elf’s head.
Oh, it’s on now.
“You know, Callum, a beautiful assassin has ways of gittin around walls.” As Rayla said this, she activated her magic again, hiding her from human eyes. With a single stride, she slipped past the boy into the canopied fort.
Before Callum could even react, he felt a push against his back lift him off his knees. The boy felt like he was floating for a second before his feet caught the top of the pillowy wall he had constructed. It wasn’t enough to stop him completely, but it was enough to cause the boy to lose what balance he had. As the pillows of the wall fell to the floor, so to did he fall on his face.
“Hey, moon magic is against the rules.” The teen got his hands under him and quickly turned to look at the lilac girl. She had released the illusion and was already carefully placing Ezran outside of the pillow barrier.
“Too bad assassin’s don’ play by the rules.” She smiled at him as she quickly replaced the pillows that had been knocked over in his fall. If there was one thing Callum could say about the elf, it was that she was quick to act.
Callum’s vision was quickly filled as Ezran had walked up and bent over the boy. The smaller boy offered his hand to help his brother as he spoke. “Looks like the stronghold was invaded, Callum.”
The teen smiled and thanked the boy as he sat up on the ground. His smile quickly turned as he surveyed the pillow stronghold that had just been taken from them. “I think you’re right, Ez.”
“I claim this fort in the name a Xadia.” Rayla grinned as she stood with her hands on her hips.
Callum quickly turned his back to the confident elf, turning Ezran along with him. With an arm over his shoulder, the boy pulled his brother close to whisper to him. “We need a plan to take it back.”
“Hmmm.” The younger brother rubbed his mouth as he thought for a second. After a moment, the boy’s face lit up. “I know!” Quick as the wind, the brown-haired boy grabbed Bait from the bed, lifting the amphibian onto his head. “How about a glow toad infestation?”
The older brother held his chin in his hand as he stared at Bait. The toad merely croaked non-comitally at the mage’s stare. “A good idea, but I think he’d only distract her.”
“Ah can hear ya, you know.” Rayla rolled her eyes as she moved a few pillows and blankets around. If she was going to be sitting on the floor, she was definitely gonna be comfy doing it.
Callum hung his head a sighed. After a moment, he lifted his head back to look at his brother again, his eyes set. “Well, Ez. There’s only one thing left we can do.”
Ezran’s brow set at his brother’s tone. Making sure that Bait was steady, the young king placed one hand on the older boy’s shoulder. “I’m proud to have called you my brother.”
Callum smiled at his brother’s words, though his eyes didn’t share it. His own hand found his brother’s small shoulder as well before he spoke. “And I you.”
The two broke contact as the older boy stood and brushed the dust from his pants. They then turned to face the invaded Stronghold Ezran. Within its walls, Rayla stood to face the boys, her confident smirk still in place as she stared the two down.
The boys took a running stance. Before the horned girl could tell what was going to happen, Callum shouted out a “Charge!” As soon as the word was out of his mouth, the two boys wasted no time and leapt at her.
Rayla quickly waved her hands in front of her. “No! Wait-“ Her protest was cut off as two bodies slammed against her. Without time to prepare for the blow, the elf easily fell to the ground along with the two boys and the glow toad.
Rayla was grateful that the landing was soft, thanks to the adjustments she had made. The boys weren't all too strong physically, but it doesn't take much for a fall to become nasty. The girl barely had time to look down before one of the pressures on her body lifted.
Ezran stood up above Rayla, holding Bait on his head. Callum looked up at his brother before instructing him. "Take the fort, Ez. I'll hold her off."
The younger boy nodded before moving to take a seat in the pillow fort. At the same time, Rayla looked down at Callum. "You'll hold me off, huh? An' how're you plannin' ta do that?"
Callum smiled as his brows furrowed. "Easy, like this." As he said it, the brown haired boy latched on to the elf in a hug, pinning her arms to her sides.
"Wha-?" Rayla tried to move her arms, but the boy held tight. The elf tried to wriggle out of the embrace but it was proving no use. If she tried, she could probably escape, but she knew she'd end up hurting the boy clinging on to her and she didn't want to do that. Not for just a little game, at least. "Callum, let go."
Callum looked back up at her. "Not until you give up."
"Not on your life."
The boy gave a shrug. "Then I guess we're just going to sit here like this until someone comes to get us in the morning."
Rayla tried to struggle a little more before giving a little huff. It seemed like the boy really wasn't going anywhere. Out of options, the girl looked at the younger boy sitting nearby. "Well, then. Ah guess I'll have to go above ya, then."
Rayla put on her most fake dramatic voice as she addressed the boy. "Oh, King Ezran. Won't ya see fit to pardon this elf and let her go?"
Ezran chuckled at the theatrics, and a bit at the sight of Rayla being pinned down in a hug by Callum. "Aww, but you two look so cute."
The elf face went deadpan. As much as she liked her boyfriend embracing her, one of her arms was falling asleep. "Ez."
Ezran straightened his back at that tone. "Right." The boy stood up in the fort, the top of his hair not even touching the canopy. "Callum, let her go. I officially pardon Rayla for breaking into the fort and allow all creatures entry." At the boy's words, Bait gave a loud croak. "Even glow toads."
"Aww." Callum gave an exaggerated frown as he let go of the elf and got to his knees.
Rayla sat up and smiled at the younger boy. "Thanks, Ezran." She shifted herself to a comfortable spot so that there was enough space for all three of them to have space to sit. "So, what're ya suppose to do with a pillow… fort… thing?"
Callum shrugged as he sat himself down nearby. "Not much, really. Most of the fun of it is in making it. After that, it's really just a comfy place to sit. You can talk, or tell stories, and that's about it."
Ezran nodded as he looked between the two of them. "But it's really fun when making it."
Rayla looked between the two. "Huh. Well, maybe next time I'll get here a li'l sooner an I can help you out."
Callum smiled at her. "Yeah, I think it would be fun."
The holo’s lights flashed on as the speakers came to life. The lights and sound were empty for a moment before an exhausted sigh came over the system. A man, his clothes ripped and his face ragged, stepped in to the appearance of the holo.
“My name is Caltis Marne Stiryan the third. I don’t expect you to know me by that name, and at this point I don’t really care what name you know me by. Everyone to care who knows me is gone.”
“I led my crew out to the dark sector under the guise of Red-Backed Silas, thinking we could continue the legend. I thought if I looked close enough, and put together a good enough crew, we could brave where everybody else was too scared to go. It was easy enough to lie my way through, just tell them the crystal blood thing was a legend and a group just gathered at my feet.”
“I lost my crew to this planet. To those things. We should have known as soon as we set down that this place was cursed for death. The air didn’t feel right.”
“I’ve made it so far on my own, but I can’t fly out of here alone. It takes more than one to get out of the system. So I’ve been waiting, hoping to stay clean long enough to not become like them. It’s only a matter of time, though.”
“No one is stupid enough to do what I led people to do. No one is coming to rescue a ship of stupid pirates running to where there’s no return. And so, I’m giving up.”
“I don’t expect anybody to find this. This holo will be here, rusting away long after I’ve been taken. But it will be here. That’s more than I expect for me. I’m stepping out to let the bugs have me, and if anybody does find this, I hope they do not find me.”
The holo flashed off as a crash came from deeper in the building. The group froze as they looked towards the broken doorway that the sound had come from. They relaxed a bit as nothing came through.
Kest crept towards the door as everybody pulled their guns out. Before looking around the doorjam, he held out his hand, motioning for everybody to wait. When the minute shuffling behind him stopped, the blond peeked around the door.
It was a pretty dark hallway, but there was still light enough to make some things out. The rubble that dotted the hall was nothing compared to some of the buildings on the planet. But a small shift caught his eye.
It shifted again, and a crimson light reflected off of whatever it was. Kest would have thought it some red glass, except at that moment it decided to stand up.
Whatever it was seemed humanoid, with the exception of a metal arm and an insectoid creature grappling on to its back like a backpack. Red crystals sprouted out from the insect like jagged blades, some cuts catching the light and reflecting it in various directions.
The thing turned, and it was obvious what it was. The man from the holo turned empty eyes back and forth across the hallway, not really searching and not really seeing. From the angle before, it had been difficult to tell of the stinger that was stuck in to the mans back, directly connecting the insectoid creature to him.
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Story once again by me.
Commission once again by: https://nana-birds-artblog.tumblr.com/
The captain walked into the loud room, cutting torches and saws going at full blast as crew cut and repair parts of the engineering. The new hire behind him looked around the room, wide-eyed at the machinery sprawled throughout the entire room. He had seen the pumps back home working to cleanse the air and water for his little slice of home, but this machinery made them look like a toy.
A sharp whistle cut through the sounds of machinery, coming from the captain, quickly followed by the sound of birdsong that somehow was still able to be heard over the cacophony. “Teek! Get your scaly green ass over here! Gotta introduce you to somebody!”
A loud thud instantly threw the engine bay into a pregnant silence. The silence was easily filled by a guttural growl, as though from an angry animal. Whatever the kid behind the captain had expected from the sounds, it certainly hadn’t been what had stomped through the crowd that was gathering, footsteps clacking the entire way.
At first, he could only see the head coming through the crowd. It appeared avian, the beak being a dead giveaway for such thoughts. That was nothing to say about the green plumage covering their head, though around their eyes and beak the feathers appeared to have been blackened. Three larger feathers around their head caught the eye a bit, due to some added blue streaks that were marked towards the end of them.
The thought of avian stopped instantly at the neck, though. From the sleeveless suit they were wearing, green scales covered their arms. Blue painted patterns swirled around their arms at angles he couldn’t quite see.
Their suit was much like the others, a plain white jump with a blue pattern across the chest. The pattern seemed to be different from the others with some more detail added to it. Also, more obviously different, was the green tail wrapped around their waist.
A clawed hand grabbed the captains suit by the front and Teek bent down to look the captain in the eye as a deep voice came out of the beings beak. “I thought I told you what I thought of you fraternizing like that.”
The captain easily brushed Teeks hand off from their grip on his clothes. “Hey, you know I’m just doing some light playing with you, Teek.”
A grunt came out the side of Teeks beak as they straightened out again. “Playing while I’m messing with fuel will get us all killed one day.” The green aliens eye traveled over to the boy at the captains side. “Who’s the floater?”
“Why do people keep callin-”
“Kids a new hire, giving him the grand tour. Name’s Flak.”
Warning: If you still haven’t seen Gravity Falls, or seen it to completion, there are spoilers in this fic. Read at your own discretion.
I can’t necessarily say I did this well, but I did it. And that’s that.
“Damnit, Ford.”
Stan pulled his wrench down with a grunt, tightening the pipes connector so it would be stable. He wasn’t sure if this configuration was going to be the one to bring Ford back, but he was never really sure about that. Not without the other journal, at least. Still, after a month and a half of trying, not knowing wouldn’t stop him now.
Stan put his wrench to the side before going back to the lever standing proud in the center of the room. Had he been a smarter man, he probably would have been thinking of checks to make sure the machine wouldn’t fail like all the other times. All he could think of though was, Hopefully this time it will work.
As the brown haired man reached to grab it, his mind turned back to that day. If only he hadn’t punched Ford. If only he hadn’t pushed him.
“Heh, and if only I had a million bucks, too.”
With his brows furrowed, Stan grabbed the lever and pulled. As he watched, electricity coursed across the portal covering the wall of the basement room. A smile came over his boxy face as he watched light pour out of the machine. As the noise poured out of it, he cried out.
“Yes. Yes!”
The excitement was short lived, however. As quickly as the machine had lit up, it went dark again. Its noise died down, and with it, Stan’s hopes sunk.
“Damnit all!”
He wanted to punch something. Another weeks worth of work, all for nothing. His brother was still lost.
Violence wouldn’t solve this problem, though. So, with a sigh, the brown haired man retrieved his wrench, ready to go back to work again.
Before he could find a new place to start, however, a very slight sound reached his ears. It sounded like... ringing?
Stanley frowned as he slapped the side of his head. “Great, and I thought that was only temporary. Damn Boxing injuries.”
It took a couple minutes before the ringing stopped. “Ah, there we go.” With a smirk on his face, the man went back to observing the device his brother had made.
His reprieve lasted only a minute as the ringing began again. “Are you kidding me?!” Stan smacked the side of his head again, but the ringing didn’t stop.
Despite his attempts to knock the ringing out of his head, the sound continued to bother the mid-aged man. With a growl, he slipped through the door to the control booth, heading towards the stairs. As he climbed his way to the ground floor, though, he noticed that the ringing seemed to be getting louder.
As he opened the hidden door, it was obvious to Stan that the ringing wasn’t in his head. It was with a sigh that he made his way over to his phone, reaching over his newly made Duckoala exhibit to answer it. He started with his usual practiced tone before the other side could even begin.
“You’ve reached the Murder Hut. Sorry, but we’re currently closed. If you wanna plan a party, you’re gonna wanna call back in the morning.”
The other side of the line was quiet for a moment. Stan was about to hang up on the call, but a young mans voice stopped him.
“Stanford?”
Stan’s eyebrow raised. He hadn’t heard this voice before, so he had to be careful. Just one slip, and his cover could be blown.
“Who’s askin’? And if it’s the police, those pugs were already there when I got there.”
That should throw off the scent a bit.
“Oh, yeah. We haven’t talked much since you moved out there. It’s me, Sherman.”
Stan’s breath stopped. Of all the people he expected to possibly call, his brother wasn’t even on the list.
The line was quiet before a soft call came through. “Hello?”
“Little Shermie?”
A soft chuckle came over the line before a response. “Not so little anymore.”
Stan shook himself a bit. While he was kicked out before Shermie could even remember him, he couldn’t let the veil slip. Still, his next question came out dazedly. “Oh, uh, hey kid. What’s going on?”
A sigh came over the phone as the voice replied slowly. “Did you... have you seen the papers yet?”
Stan was slow to answer himself. It was obvious what the younger man was talking about. His faking his own death was the only thing that could have effected the other guy in the last few days. “Yeah, I saw.”
“It took me a while to gather the courage to call you up. I... heard that you two had had a falling out, and I know dad wasn’t happy with him, but still...” The boy Stan could only remember as a baby seemed to tip-toe around the fight. He was sure the others had told him some bad things, but the kid seemed to be of a different mind.
“He was still family.” Stan finished the thought for his brother in a soft tone. He could practically hear the nod on the other side of the phone.
“Right.”
Silence fell on both sides of the phone. Thoughts of telling the truth ran through his mind, but were quickly squashed down. He wouldn’t be able to do this if he told the truth now.
The silence was finally broken by Sherman. “I... don’t want us to be alone anymore, Stan.”
“Huh?”
“I know you’re doing big things out there, but I don’t think the family should be apart like this anymore. Stan... he was alone when it came, and I don’t want you to end up like that. So, won’t you come back home?” The tone wasn’t really questioning, but it wasn’t quite pleading either.
Stan was quiet for a moment. A chance to come home? He had been working for this for years, over a decade even. Could he really pass this up?
It only took a look at the vending machine to answer his question.
The older man’s voice went hard as he spoke. “Sorry, Shermie, but I can’t. I got some work that I really gotta do here.”
“Oh.” The voice on the line was low. Defeated. “I see.”
Stan looked at his feet as his hat shaded his eyes. He knew he couldn’t go home yet, not with the family broken like this.
“Well, maybe I could come up and see you some time?”
The shadows around Stan seemed to lift a bit. “Oh, uh, are you sure? This place is kinda a dump.”
The receiver gave a soft laugh. “Course I’ll come. Besides, I wancha to meet my girl.”
“Well, if you’re sure. I think I can clean up a bit, if it’s for family.” A small smile came to the older mans face. It would be nice to see how little Shermie has grown.
“I am.” The voice was light over the phone lines. It had been a while since he heard that kind of tone talked towards himself. “Stan?”
“Yeah, Shermie?”
“I just wanted to say... It’s been nice talkin to ya, big bro.”
At these words, water started to gather in his eyes. With one hand, he brushed away at his eyes, keeping the tears from forming. “Yeah, it’s been good hearin from ya.”
“I’ll see ya soon.” With those last words, the line cut off, leaving only the ended call tone coming through.
Stan stood there for a moment after putting the receiver back in its cradle. Despite his best efforts, a tear rolled down his cheek. It had been so long since he had last spoken happily to any of his family.
“So, he’s got a girl, huh?”
The older man’s face hardened again as he looked towards the vending machine again. One fist clenched as he approached it and punched the code into the buttons, opening the secret door.
As Stan walked down the stairs, only one thought repeated in his mind.
Hari, ilu.For a title like "Drawing down the moon" it'd probably be a short little ditty where Pearl has been using her relatively new imagination to make some art in the moonbase.Then Pink Diamond finds out.Pearl thinks she might be in trouble and starts making excuses, but Pink loves it. She wants to see her draw more, and tries, making for a flustered Pearl. When Pink tries for herself, though, she finds it harder than it looks. The ending has Pearl helping to teach her Diamond the basics of art and symmetry. And that's the kind of fic I'd make with that title.
Okay, let’s do this, but whatever anyone sends, the response will be Astrid-centric because it’s one of those afternoons where I think about how much I love her.
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