I must inform u, my eldaryans fellas, that my talented friend @tetrakys has finally updated the first chapter of Lance and Valkyon's alternate route in ANE fanfiction: The Dragon's Call.
The first chapter is the same for Valkyon and for Lance, and as the story goes on, it will branch off (like in the game but in a fanfic).
I'd like to remind u that altough the plot has been discussed by Chino and Tetra, Tetra does not work for Beemov nor she's associated with them (please don't spread misinformation!!)
THAT BEING SAID
I feel like a child on Christmas!! I'm so happy to read a proper characterisation of our boys again, this fic cured my depression cleared my skin and watered my crops!!
Anyways Im gonna drop this quote here cause it's just *chef kiss*
"You seem to be as surprised to see me, as I am to see you, which must mean that the Guard has been lying or at the very least hiding information from you. Aren't you glad that some things never change?"
bestie when the FUCK is the new chapter of your fanfic coming?? you got me checking tumblr just for updates about it
Hello love of my life I have a surprise for you waiting in ao3 ;)
I'm deeply sorry it took so long but! know that your ask did manage to motivate to get to it. I was waiting until I had it up so I could come here with good news :) enjoy! (if you are still interested in it at this point, that is asdfghj sorry)
i'm working on my writing,and as a beginner,i don't promise a huge work. i already revised but still can have a mistakes of english here and there since english is not my first language. but i hope you all can enjoy this as much as i did writing this!
also,my ask box is open,so if you want to ask me about my characters,feel free!
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have a lot of things the Meredy was good,but healing someone while is panicking,it's not one of them.
It was one of that complicated missions that would take days for complete,not that Meredy cares, but she was selected with Lance,again.
it's not that Meredy didn't like to do missions with Lance,actually,Lance was so independent as her,which means that she would finish this quickly and with success,turn back to home in one or two days,depending where they was send to and she also appreciate his company (something that she would never admit for him).
but this time was different,they wasn't expecting a Black Dog appears on the mission,not even when appear more of them,an entire gang.
Lance's chest was bleeding.a lot. and for the first time,Meredy was so despair that that she didn't no what to do.
- i just need help to- lance groaned,before stop.- are your crying?- he ask concerned.
in shock Meredy touched her cheek and feel something wet on the place,she was crying.
- i'm fine. - her voice failed and she want hit herself for that. - we need to take care of you,you can't walk like this.
- it's nothing i just need- Lance coughed blood,make Meredy bite her tougue for avoid more tears.
- you're not. i'm going to get some help,stay here-no forget, i need to treat you right now.- she tear one part of her skirt.
Meredy hold the tissue on the cuts,made by the black dogs. that didn't stop.
- i'm gonna heal you,you're gonna be fine. - Meredy say more to her self that for Lance,her voice failing once again.
she continue to mumble, trying to grab the potion on her belt,but her hands was shacking. she cursed herself for that.
Lance looked at Meredy. the girl was despaired trying to help him-even that he had to remembered that the girl never liked him (mostly because of her mentor)- but she was there,trying her best to help him,she could leave him to die,actually,she have a lot of opportunities to make that,but she neve did. the only thing that she did was healing him and remember him how much idiot he was.
she was to good for him.
and he love her for that,even if that is selfish.
- Meredy look at me.- Lance's voices leaves as a whisper.- Meredy... MEREDY!- he say launder,causing more pay to him. Lance curse.
- what?you shouldn't be speaking!you should avoid use the energy that you still have!- Meredy say in desperation.
Lance hold the hand that was pressed on his chest.
- i love you.
Meredy she was shocked and flushed,but the shock past and the only thing that rest was angry and confusion,why he was wasting breath with something that?!?
- what?- she shouted.
- i love you. - he said again. - and i'm dying,you and me know that. i make a lot of mistakes on my life,i don't want that don't saying how much i love you be one them.
- stop it. shut up!you not going to die!- Meredy sobbed and take her hand away from Lance's chest,determined to take the flask with the potion on her belt.
finally,Meredy take the glass bottom out of her belt and look at Lance's eyes,.if she failed right now,Lance would never know what he means to her.she could hold this anymore.
in despair,Meredy say - i love you too!i really do!please don't die, please... - Meredy begged holding Lance's face with the flask on the other held and trying to open.
- good.- Lance get mumbled louder enough just for Meredy listen with a tired smile on his face while he closes his eyes.
Meredy finally open the flask and make him drink,but his eyes still closed.
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Lance wakes up in an bed.take some minutes to he realized he is in the nursery's bed and it's dark,he also heard steps.
anxious steps.
Lance turn his head from the place of the sound.
Meredy is standing there,stepping to one side to another and biting her nails nervously.
Lance think how much time she was standing there.
she turn her head from Lance and almost turn back before she realizing he is wake.
- Lance! - she yelled,running and sitting on the side of his bed,taking his head on her hands.- how are you feeling?
Lance noticed she had tears no spilled on her eyes,that was also red and with dark bags around them.
- i'm ok,my chest just hurt a little.- he said calmly and kiss the palm of her hand.
before he could process what he did,Meredy kiss him like he would disappear on her front,and he reciprocate as much he can.
Meredy stop for take a breath and sighed - I thought i would lose you.forever.- she kisses him again.and again.and again.
until someone couched.
Meredy quickly stop the kiss and turn to the person that interrupt.
it was Ewelein.
- i see that Lance is feeling much better now.- Ewelein say smiling.
- yes.i'm,Ewelein.- Lance say with a smile looking to Meredy that is looking more red that Mathieu's clothes.
- don't worry,i'll just checking him,after that you will have all the privacy that you two want.- Ewelein say gently looking to Meredy.
Meredy leaves the bed slowing,let Ewelein take a look on Lance.
after the check up,as promised,Ewelein leave,let the two alone once again.
- so,you're was really talking serious about love me back?- Lance say looking on Meredy eyes,that looks like a rainbow.
- of course i was!why you think that i kiss you?for compliment you?- Meredy retorted like it was obliviously.
Lance laugh - so say that again.
- what?why?
- i need to have sure that you not kidding.- Lance tease.
- why would i be kidding?fine- Meredy sighed.- i love you.- Meredy say genuinely.
Lance gets up with difficult.
- what are you doing?you should be- but before she could finished,Lance kiss her.
it was a kiss full of passion,with no hurry.
at this point,the tears Meredy was holding already was falling from her face.
Lance stop the kiss and hugs Meredy tight.
- i love you.i love you more than anything on this world.- Lance say on Meredy ears.
- i..love you too.- Meredy mumbled hold him tigh.
Meredy let Lance grab her and lay her in the bed.
for the first time,Meredy didn't care about down her guard,or even what would happen to this time for now.
she just want to sleep and let all her worries from behind.
Just want to share my old one-shot fic, pre-canon, slight Miiko/ Lance.
All about Miiko fighting her unrequited feelings.
He must never know
Being a young princess, Miiko hated the court culture. All court etiquette - mannered gestures, fake emotions and manipulations that replace real communication. It was easy to learn it, - the main thing was to put on a mask of impenetrable indifference. Because no one should read you like an open book. No one should know your true emotions and feelings. Otherwise, you are vulnerable. Otherwise, - you are weak.
Miiko leaves the Jade Kingdom and promises herself to free all her hidden feelings; to start finally live this life and feel all the shades of emotions. Delight - means delight, not a crumpled smile and a slightly bowed head. Anger means anger, not the lowered corners of the lips and slightly frowned eyebrows.
She allows herself to feel everything...
And then she meets him...
Lance is not the one who you could come across in the crowd and forget the next moment. High growth, a confident gait, a calm look – seems all in him was created to attract attention. Just a second of a side look is enough for Miiko to mention him among the crowd of the Guard’s newcomers in the HQ hall. Something immediately clicks in the kitsune’s head, starts a run of sparkles throughout her body, as if Lance’s image had been printed from birth somewhere in the depths of her consciousness, and now appeared in flesh and blood. Otherwise, how to explain that his features seem so familiar, so dear and beloved at a glance?
Miiko does not remember what happened next. Maybe she's just froze in the middle of the main hall, not taking her eyes off Lance? She remembers only a light intoxicating dizziness; she remembers how her chest filled with sweet pain; how everything inside her soul exploded and blossomed. She found herself wanting to do something immediately ... something ... something - it doesn’t matter what, - to run. To fly. To dance.
But Miiko does nothing but stares at Lance, and he, feeling the weight of someone's gaze, turns his head. Blood rushes to Miiko's face, and she freezes breathless.
But he only glides over the kitsune with an indifferent look, not even distinguishing her from the interior details, from all the crowd of scurrying guardians. And at the same moment, Miiko realizes that the feelings flared up in her chest are a direct road to the Calvary. Her feelings will make her defenseless before his indifference. And if she let herself feels this way, she will be like a bird pushed on a stone wall - left in pieces and puddles.. And therefore ...
He must never know...
They have to communicate. Of course purely on business: reports, available missions. But still they have to communicate, yet Miiko would prefer never speak to him. Only to watch him from afar; to enjoy him as a piece of art, as something unreal and unreachable ... Actually, there is no difference. You have no right to even touch an art exhibit, just as you have no right to approach someone who does not want it. And Lance doesn't make a single hint that he wants. Even the that he simply doesn't mind. Therefore, every day Miiko is more and more afraid to reveal her feelings with a single look or a sudden careless word.
All court tricks float in her memory, learned movements and phrases replace the natural and spontaneous. Alive and real with others, next to Lance Miiko is a mixture of impenetrable armor and ice. She always says little, speaks matter-of-fact. Probably, Lance considers her arrogant or a stupid girl who becomes conceited, barely received the role of Younuki's right hand. So it be. Let him believe that she is arrogant and conceited, - anything! Because the truth ...
He must never know.
* * *
It's hot in the yard. Stuffy. But noone cancel the trainings. Miiko removes the damp hair from her forehead and joins the crowd of unfortunate comrades who look at Jamon with mournful eyes, begging for a break. The ogre growls something, but still gives a respite. Five minutes.
Newcomers go to the benches where they had thrown their stuff. Miiko fishes out a flask of water from her bag, but does not even have time to take a sip, as she sees Lance approaching the inner yard. She really thought that it could not get any hotter anymore.
In vain.
“The Oracle is just checking strength of your soul,” she tells herself, going to the farthest bench.
“You're too sour for someone who has won five sparrings in a row,” tells her Lina - a pretty brownie from the Light Guard.
“I'm just focused,” answers Miiko, not even looking toward the reasons for her bad mood.
"What are you girls whispering about?", Celine, dryad from the Shadow Guard, joins their conversation. “You are discussing guys, aren't you?”
"Nothing of the kind!", Miiko flashes instantly. “There's noone to discuss ...” she declares, before anyone has time to think that a serious kitsune like her can basically think of some guy. Not in this life! Miiko demonstratively shows that she is above such thoughts; that in her life she is only interested in three things: study, trainings, the Guard. And that’s all.
"Well, but at least do you like someone?", Celine asks with enthusiasm.
“No,” kitsune shrugs. "Nobody". Her answer is final, not subject to appeal. Miiko is learning this tone in order become a good leader one day. And now this skill is very useful.
The trainings resumes. Miiko begins to lose, because she spends all her will and all her concentration to avoid watching at Lance who stands relaxed near Jamon, and tells ogre some comments. She doesn’t sure what would hit her more — seeing Lance watching her, or seeing him looking at another girl with interest? She is afraid to lose control and to end up the trainings sobbing hopelessly. And her feelings will be revealed.
But he must never know.
“Lance is probably the prettiest of all the guys here,” Lina continues the theme, shoving Miiko with her elbow when the training ends and everyone slowly leaves the yard.
‘You say he is just "pretty"?!’ Miiko wants to exclaim. But instead, she takes a deep breath and responds with restraint.
“Not at all,” kitsune says with an ostentatious indifference, that make her teeth shake. "I see nothing special in him. He's too ... rustic. His voice is sharp. He is not well-educated and rude". She is ready to list all his flaws for hours. The flaws which she so diligently has sought in him to reduce the degree of her feelings... But each time she found his new flaw, she falls in love with Lance even more.
The girls nod and admit that in some way Miiko is right, of course ... But she is too picky and actually she needs to set the bar lower if she doesn't want to stay alone for the rest of her life. And then they continue chatting, no longer involving kitsune in their conversation. Miiko sighs with relief. She understands she need to be silent so as not to reveal her true attitude.
But Miiko can’t avoid talks at all. And she begins to deliberately speak badly about Lance. Probably some rumors reach him, but she doesn’t care. The main thing is that in no case should he think she likes him. Let him consider her arrogant and gossip, than let him even suspect something ... Something he simply must never know.
* * *
Miiko loves how it's quiet and sunny in the library. Today she parses the Guard reports again while Lina is in the infirmary. Miiko does not mind to do some extra duties, and the abundance of work does not scare her. Working along in the library helps her to relax and focus.
Miiko almost finishes sorting out the reports when a perky laugh comes from the corridor. Kitsune recognizes the Guards' gunsmith Seddok's by this crazy gaggle. But should he really be at headquarters now? She glanced at the missions chart. Well, Seddok really went on a mission today, - the holy Oracle! - together with…
"Stop laughing already!", says a harsh voice, which Miiko will not confuse with anyone's other. “Or I will push your weapon into your throat!”
But laugh only becomes louder, and after a couple of seconds, Seddock bursts into the library, bent over in half by laughter.
"What's the matter?", Miiko asks immediately.
“We've been on a mission in the eastern forest,” - the gunsmith manages to calm down for a moment and answer, - “and Lance fell into Sitourche's nest.”
Miiko raises her eyebrows in a surprise, as if asking: “So what?”, But then Lance enters the door and she understands ‘what’.
Newborn Sitourches - little furry lumps - climbed onto the shoulders and back of the obsidian. They could be mistaken for bizarre epaulettes, if not their tiny eyes looking like black beads staring at the world from under the azure fur.
"Damn! Let go... you...!", Lance sighs desperately. Miiko understands that all the way to headquarters, he apparently tried to throw Sitourche kids off himself, but those little furry lumps only squeal, and quickly climbed back, clutching the obsidian's clothes with tiny claws.
"Do not even try!", Seddock says through a new attack of laughter, - “For the first month Sitourches live on their mother's body until they get stronger and learn how to get their own food.”
“You say they consider me ...”, Lance changes countenance, barely realizing what he managed to get involved into. “What the hell?! I'm not their mother!”, he shakes his hands with all his might one again, but little Sitourches only cling to him even tighter.
“Well, it was your snout they saw when they had barely hatched. So technically - yes, you are", - Seddok laughs away again, and Lance whether growls through his teeth, or exhales with displeasure.
Miiko holds out the gunsmith a report form, and furtively glancing at Lance, notices that as soon as Seddok is leaning over the paper, the obsidian smiles slightly and gently runs a finger along the fur of one Sitourche. Miiko bites the inner side of her cheek, afraid not just to start laughing - even to smile accidently! - and hands Lance his report form.
Having scribbled something indistinct, Seddok throws completed report form at Miiko's working table.
“That's it!”, he says happily marching to the door. "I'm going for dinner".
"Hey!", Lance shouts after him, looking up from the report and turning to the door. “Reserve a turn for me. I'll finish this quickly", he returns to the report, removing a Sitourche from his wrist.
“Don’t worry”, Seddock stops at the door and grins quite a bit. “A father with many children they will feed out of turn!”, he says, and still laughing, runs downstairs.
Miiko leans over the papers, pretends that she sorts it concentrated. But, hiding her eyes behind the bang that fell on her face, she continues watching Lance. How he squeezes the pen. How stand out burgundy abrasions on the knuckles of his neat fingers. How focused is his look. How he takes away a strand of hair that has fallen on his eyes. How he grins barely noticeably when Sitourches climb up his shoulders touching his skin with tiny claws and apparently tickling.
Miiko's heart breaks out, from how incredibly cute he is at that moment along with these fluffy lumps sitting on his shoulders. He looks so homely... so cozy. She wishes she could be with him not in a stuffy library for a report, but somewhere far from all HQ bustle, on a stack of mowed grass ... Carefully pressing her lips to his cheek. Running her hands over his shoulders and back, sometimes deliberately touching his skin with her nails, causing the same half-smiles on his lips.
Involuntarily Miiko allows a dreamy smile to linger on her lips for a second... And this ghostly smile is instantly caught by his tenacious gaze, which suddenly jumps out from behind the pages of the report, like an ambush predator. Squinting blue eyes catch her face.
“Not at all”, she says sternly, folding the parchments on the table in a neat pile. “You destroyed Sitourches' nest. Damaged the forest ecosystem! Now the Guards will have to send someone to mitigate the damage to El’s nature”, Miko says in a sharp voice, still not looking into Lance' eyes.
Lance doesn’t answer her anything, just bends over his report form again, apparently wanting to finish it as soon as possible. A lock of hair falls on his face. Miiko furtively bites her lips. Her hands are shaking with the desire to tuck a knocked ash-white strand behind his ear. But she can’t. It is impossible.
Lance gives her the form with a mixture of annoyance and displeasure. Let it be. The main thing is that she did not reveal herself, although she was in the balance! After all ... He must never know.
Suddenly, even for herself, Miiko begins to reprimand Lance for every little thing. Here he ticked the form in the wrong place; there, he said something wrong and in the wrong way. She is sure that is right. For no one guess her true feelings, she has to demonstrate the opposite ones... Or is she lying to herself? Or she needs this all just to get one more moment alone with him in the library silence? To feel herself in the center of his attention for those few seconds that she comments on his reports?
Once again, kitsune asks the obsidian to go upstairs.
“You mixed everything up again,” Miiko says. "You didn’t indicate the exact coordinates of your mission and set the date in the wrong column. Sorry, but I can’t accept this report".
With a sharp and hostile exhale, Lance snatches the form from her hands.
"What have I done to you?", he asks squinting.
“N-nothing,” says Miiko, scared. She can’t even understand what scared her more - how sharply the form flew out of her hands, his angry look, or... his question asked in the way like he is starting to suspect something. To suspect what he must never know.
And Lance clings to her fright, since this is the only living emotion seen on her face for all the years of their acquaintance.
“Then why the hell are you always nitpicking to me?!” he takes a menacing step forward, the annoyance in his voice breaks through all her defense and painfully hits somewhere in her solar plexus.
“It's not true,” Miiko quickly shuts the desk. Everything inside her is twisted from anxiety and efforts to not reveal it.
"Always!" Lance insists.
“I just help Yonuki Kaze to keep an order in the Guards. It’s not my fault that you are constantly breaking it." Miiko hides her eyes and wants to leave. Under Lance's hostile gaze, her emotions reach a boiling point. Her heart whines piteously, begging not to torment it anymore.
"Me?!", Lance is indignant, and in contrast with Miiko, his emotions explode. “No more than anyone in the Headquarters! But you are staring at me all the time, as if you are waiting for me to screw up ..."
His reproaches are fair, and like arrows burst into Miiko's chest and pierce her through and through.
"So what's going on?!"
“Nothing,” Miiko quickly rushes out into the hallway. “Just redo the report,” she says, not looking back.
It would seem that the conversation is over. But not for Lance. His instinct says that something is fishy here, and demands him to get to the bottom of the truth. The obsidian changes tactics.
“Did I offend you with something?” he asks, catching up Miiko in the hallway.
“No,” the kitsune walks swiftly down the corridor, but Lance keeps her from leaving. In two broad steps, he overtakes her. Miiko almost bumps into him, but stops in time and bounces back, avoiding another awkward moment between them.
“Did I hurt any of your friends?”
“No,” Miiko answers through clenched teeth, and tries to go around him, but Lance takes a step, blocking her way again.
"Then what?"
“Nothing ...” Miiko turns around as fast as she can taking another attempt to escape, but Lance reacts faster. He intercepts her just above the elbow, turning her to him again. A rough touch, but the first... and the only. And Miiko knows that for a long time she will feel his fingers on her forearm.
“Then I give a good warning”, Lance says through gritted teeth. “Stay the hell away from me ...” This situation where he completely doesn't understand what is going on brought him to a boil.
What is going on in his head at this moment? Miiko is ready to sell her soul to a demon just to find it out ... It seems to her that if she looks into his eyes, she will understand everything. But she can’t. She does not dare to raise her head, because too many feelings are reflected in her eyes at that moment. The feelings that he will not understand... which will piss him off even more. So... he must never know.
"I ...", Miiko is trying to utter something intelligible... but at last she pulls herself together in a second, and her face freezes in a militant expression. “None of your business,” kitsune replies sharply. “If you think that I'm wrong, or I’m exceeding my authority - go talk to Yonuki Kase,” she says, tearing her hand out.
“What do you take me for?”, Lance snorts irritably. “I’m not going to disturb the old man because of ...” he stops. Takes deep a breath to finish the sentence, but says nothing.
"Because of whom?", Miiko continues to advance, wanting to get to the end and dot all the points. If the end of his phrase is – ‘because of an arrogant girl’, - or – ‘because of a worthless upstart’, she wants to hear it. Hear from him. She needs him to say these words her in person, and then her torment will end. Sentence and quick death is better than continuous boiling on a slow fire of her unrequited feelings and phantom hopes. Now she looks up at him and in her eyes - she is sure - a plea for pardon and quick reprisal.
But Lance is silent. He looks at her, and then takes a step back, turns around and quickly leaves the corridor. He has already made his conclusions, and the only Oracle knows what's in his head now! Let it be... Let him consider her an idiot, an arrogant upstart, a hypocrite ... Yes, anyone! – but does not feel her weakness in front of his only smile. He must never know.
Lance apparently decides simply to ignore Miiko as an annoying interior detail. Not to pay attention. And it all ends.... more precisely, it loops in a circle within the framework of the Guards subordination and dry, formalized words. And this framework is so tight that there is no place for unnecessary fantasies, thoughts and feelings. Although Miiko is still tense every time she has to listen to Lance's another report. She is making efforts not to start dreaming accidentally and not look at him at a 'wrong' way. She holds her breath, and exhales only when he leaves ...
Until the day he leaves to never come back...
As if an avalanche in her chest demolishes all the built walls, dams and barriers.
That's all.
The end.
Her personal apocalypse - everything that used to seem important explodes and turns to dust. Now she can give free rein to all her feelings ... but all in vain - inside her there's just pain and absorbing black longing. Something that earlier could have resulted in tenderness, care, passion, breaks out in hysteria, emptiness, and despair. She can no longer be afraid... but she has simply no more strength to shout about what he must never know.
From the distance, I saw Valkyon dressing in vermilion scales, shifting into his dragon form ready to come and meet me in the sky. How could he, how dare he turn his back to his own blood and defy his brother like this!
He should have listened, as a dragon, he should have stayed with his kin where he belongs. Instead, he chose to return to those bastards with the tail between his legs like a puppy! This only proves my point; the influence of that rotten guard has turned Valkyon into a waste of a man that will never be able to honour his lineage.
He even DARED to refuse my last offering to give Eldarya what it deserves! True freedom can only be achieved through the destruction of this tainted world and its miserable inhabitants!
They have chased innocents to death, unfairly punished faery races for being true to their nature, turned a blind eye to unforgivable crimes that benefited their interests, and every.single.day, spread a web of lies and manipulations to keep the people of Eldarya submissive and ignorant to the reality we face.
And Valkyon, after ALL that the Guard of Eel has done, after all of their lies, their barbarism against the dragons and the aengels, the unfairness toward the powerless ones, chose to remain with them. HE CHOSE to fight his OWN BROTHER!
Now I remember why I didn’t take him with me when I faked my own death to leave that disgusting warren. He is too guileless, too dewy-eyed to face the cruel truth about this world. We stand over our race’s legendary blood, and the least we can do, the least I CAN DO is set them free.
Their sacrifice has only been useful for the faeries to kill themselves, to chase power and dominance through pain, suffering and agony. It was not enough forcing us to exist in hiding and fear, they have also doomed many other people to a runaway life through their contemptible methods and their desperate search for control.
This is not just about me. I am just the head of the revolution of the ones who walked into the light and opened their eyes.
That day, all of it would come to an end. We were going to drag Eldarya to his imminent destruction. All of us were willing to die if that meant that the rest of this world would chase the same fate.
Valkyon was aiming straight at me, and he even had the pathetic winged human on his back in a coarse attempt of fighting me. Truly hilarious.
Heading straight to the city’s shield, my steady flight was wrecked by the insufferable rays of the sun that was shining upon us like a silent beholder of our fight. Inevitably, he decisively rammed into me just before I reached the shield.
I clashed, lashed and thrashed trying to break free, but he held onto me with his massive body, refusing to let me go as if the future of Eldarya depended on it. As I struggled, I saw from the corner of my eye that stupid wretch focusing on my neck.
I viciously roared, letting blue flames escape my snout and nostrils burning Valkyon’s wing, who finally got out of my way. The audacity! Letting that piteous creature ride him to try and aim at my weak spot! Even THAT was too low for him. Just when I thought he couldn’t be more of a disappointment, he manages to surprise me again. Was that what he learned during my absence? Cheap and filthy tricks?
After he drifted away, he started circling me, both of us spitting fire trying to keep each other in line. Honestly, I was surprised; I was not aware that my foolish brother could manage to unwind his dragon form.
Even so, he could not stand a chance with me. After all this time denying his primal self, no matter how hard he tried, he could not still match my skills. With all my strength, I charged against him, and even though he tried to counterattack, I dodged his lunge and ploughed into the shield.
Unfortunately, it didn’t break as easily as I thought, shoving me back while I was spewing flames to knock it down. I headed straight to the crystal room trying to slip away from my brother, but he rushed after me, and casting flames, he tore one of my wings.
I howled in pain and rage as I was failing, trying to retaliate in vain. I had to fight back, I COULDN’T afford to lose like this, LOSING BECAUSE OF HIM!
Out of desperation, I grabbed onto my brother and I managed to destabilize him, dragging us both as we pierced the delicate roof of the crystal room. Within a second, we both crashed into the damaged crystal. As fast as I could, I got to my feet with blurry eyes and a spinning head.
I felt my blood boiling under my skin. Could not he see what I was trying to do?!? Did not he understand the scope of my project?! I was doing this FOR US! FOR HIM! I WAS THE ONE WHO HAD TO FIX THE MISTAKE THAT THE INSIGNIFICANT ELDARYANS COMMITTED!
I didn’t hear anything anymore. I didn’t see anything apart from my brother’s figure, now human-like. My vision was clear: I had to finish this, and nothing else would matter after I destroyed this damn stack of blue crystals.
With the last growl, I got close to my twin, sinking my silver claws in the flesh of his chest. I pushed forward, feeling his ribs and limbs slang against my weight. His face twisted in pain and furrowing a brow, he glanced over the aengel one last time before looking back at me.
He didn’t seem angry or scared, it was like… He expected it. A heavy feeling sank into my chest. Unable to do anything else, I removed my claws from his chest and he collapsed to the ground, almost noiselessly, his wings like a shroud.
I quickly returned to my human form, and my little brother’s eyes were still locked into mine. We stared at each other, without saying anything for some ageless seconds before Erika rushed to him and plunged him into unconsciousness.
I was incapable of taking my eyes off him. I have witnessed more deaths in my life than I can remember, many of them executed by me, but nothing could compare to what I did that day. For once, I had regrets. For once, I questioned if what I had just done, was worth the trouble. I decided to stop thinking at all. It would not matter anyway, since the end was near.
The floor was trembling and the screams of the people out there were the symphony of such an awaiting moment. I closed my eyes and I waited, waited for the moment that would finish all.
Hello! It's been a long time! This little thing you just have read is the first part of "Memories of an ice dragon", a small tribute to Ashkore and not this... Spoilt thing called "Lance" in a new era.
I've had this idea in my drafts for a long time, but I needed to polish and it has taken me a while since life turned a bit... complicated, recently.
Anyways, I plan to do small passages of Ashkore's life during his duel after TO's events which you can also read in AO3. So, if you have something to propose, let me know in my ask box!
If you have liked it, consider stopping by my masterlist.
I didn't want to write in my fic Ezarel coming back to the guard because I used to think beemov may bring him back one day or give us any info. Like they would have a plan for him. Which… yeah.
So anyway who wants me to write Ez coming back to the guard because he found out Erika came back?
I wrote this lil NSFW fic for a special occasion and I thought that maybe some of you would enjoy it :) For those of you who don't like Tumblr's format, you can also read it in my AO3, and the Spanish version is here. 💞
I hope I can catch up with the requests in Christmas, but in the meantime, college monopolizes my time 😔
" I had recently discovered that when Lance was in the privacy of his room, he assumed his hybrid dragon form, however… This was the first time I had encountered him like this."
TG: explicit NSFW, Hybrid!Lance
The only thing that could be heard in the headquarters at those hours was the sound of the soles of my shoes against the pristine flagstones of the corridor. I was to meet Lance half an hour ago, and he hated delays. This week had been terribly infuriating: we had both been very busy and our time together had been reduced to training. The tension between the humans grew at a frenetic rate, the CG was pure stress and more than ever, Lance had to take care of his responsibilities as a member of the brilliant guard.
In the meantime, I was training hard and since the little free time I had could not be spent in the usurper of my thoughts, I devoted it to exploring my aengel skills with Leiftan. Fortunately, the last phase of the next human-related mission had been put together, so Lance suggested spending some time together in the quiet of his room that night. However, absorbed in my gradual, growing powers, time caught up with me without realizing it.
Nervous and guilty for ignoring the meeting that we both had so enthusiastically arranged, I forcefully knocked the panel of his bedroom door. After a few seconds that felt like punishment, the door was opened enough for me to pass. Although Lance was a relatively accessible person, when it came to his personal space, it was a totally different case. Privacy was sacred to him. His room and his things were something his, a bit of his identity that he reserved for himself.
And now, for me too.
I crossed the narrow of the frame and heard the door close immediately behind me. "What did it take you so long?" With an inquisitive look, the dragon was casually leaning against the door, arms folded against his chest. While soft, the tone of his voice left no doubt he was upset.
Avoiding answering, I preferred to focus my attention on another part of his body that weren't his eyes. I had recently discovered that when Lance was in the privacy of his room, he assumed his hybrid dragon form, however… This was the first time I had encountered him like this.
The pale scales that lurked behind the dark fabric of his pants were revealed as they reached his feet, whose toes ended in long, sharp silver claws. His tail, covered in the same bluish scales, emerged from his lower back and stood like an ice drum behind the large form of my lover. The dark gold of his skin made a beautiful contrast to the clarity of the scales, which irregularly adorned the vigour of his arms, crossed in front of his chest.
Chillings shook my body thinking about what those arms would look like if-
"Kali?" His voice brought me out of the trance I was in and only then did I realize the warmth of my cheeks. "Should I…?"
"No!" Her annoyed expression had been replaced by a cautious one. Did he think his body made me uncomfortable? "No, no. Rather… the opposite, ” Lance looked at me in confusion, not understanding what was going on, taking a step towards me without breaking eye contact at any time. “I… I've never seen you like this. You are… mesmerizing. " Mesmerizing. Mesmerizing, really ?!
Not giving me any more time to think about my poor choice of words, he pulled me towards him, grabbing me firmly by the waist and burying his face in my neck. After inhaling the scent of my skin, he asked annoyed again "What did it take you so long?"
I didn't want to lie to him, but recognizing that I was late for our date because I was spending time with Leiftan while he was here, alone, waiting for me after a busy week of work, didn't seem like a good idea.
"I wasn't looking at the hour, time has caught up with me ..." His tail wrapped around my leg and the strength of his grip increased. Contrary to the icy sensation that the colour of his scales showed off, his tail gave off the same cosy warmth as the rest of his body did. Allowing myself to be intoxicated by this familiar sensation, I rested my forehead on his shoulder, giving up to his embrace.
"Time has caught up with you ..." The sound of his deep voice caressed the skin of my neck, giving me goosebumps. "It has caught up with you while you were with Leiftan,"
"And tell me, Kali," The same reproaching lips met my skin and began to kiss it gently, "What does Leiftan do to make time catch with you?" The warmth of her tongue began to slowly rise up the curve of my neck.
"Lance-" Cheekily, he bit my earlobe, taking the words out of my mouth, and in the advantage of his nearness, whispered in my ear "Please give me details," I was starting to see where this game was heading and although perhaps talking about another man in this situation was not exactly the best idea that had crossed my mind… I did not flinch before provocations.
"Y'know? Leiftan is quite the attentive, ” He grunted as his kisses slipped down my shoulder. Enjoying every movement of it, I untied his ponytail and began to caress his silky hair with my fingertips while my free hand tried to make its way between the proximity of our eager bodies. One of his arms had left my waist to travel to the sensitivity of my thighs.
"He's always encouraged me to develop my skills, and the conversations with him are quite a lot-" I grabbed his hair and bit my lower lip to hold back a groan when I felt his fingers play with the edge of my underwear. I involuntarily arched my hips towards his hand and he understood the gesture as an invitation to explore beyond the fabric.
"They're quite interesting, he explains the concepts to me in detail," Finally, my hand found a way to access the blistering skin of his torso. Starting in his abdomen, my fingers traced the path of his abs, driving my hand to the dangerous edge of his pelvis.
Her fingers caressed temptingly the pleading petals of my intimacy, from my clitoris to my entrance, retreating painfully. My pelvis began to reluctantly approach the teasing fingers that were walking across my crotch, and in an attempt to hasten that torture, my hand met the fieriness that was hidden behind his pants. Unfastening the clasp of his pants, my fingers linked his form with firmness, initiating the movement that accompanied the mischief of his intentions.
The shoulder of my dress had long been withdrawn, revealing in the cool of the night my gladden skin, which Lance had taken care of covering with kisses and content bites. I was running out of patience, and without much thought, I took advantage of the proximity of his ear, inspiring the pleasant smell of citrus and shampoo, to whisper “Leiftan is admirable, the sessions are very… Instructive. I'm really looking forward to meeting with him again. "
With an animal growl, the same arms I'd fantasized about minutes before, jerked me off the floor, carrying me onto the bed and flinging me onto the mattress less harshly. The rough palm of his hand firmly grasped my jaw to bring my face closer to his. His mouth attacked mine violently, nibbling on my lower lip and comforting the satisfying pain with the velvety strokes of his tongue. His other hand ran down the path of my thighs, his fingers caressed and massaged the smoothness of my skin until they buried themselves in the fire that burned between my legs.
His tongue intertwined with mine, silencing my pitiful moans, my frantic gestures trying to get rid of our garments, which more than ever were an urgent nuisance. Noticing my intentions, he roughly lowered the fabric of his pants, and taking a moment to remove them causing a rustle in the fabric, he helped me remove my dress by passing it around my shoulders and throwing it into a corner of the room.
Ruthlessly, he lifted my thighs, pressing them against my torso and ripping apart my underwear, letting it fall to the floor. He paused for an instant, his callused palms tracing the curve of my buttocks, going up my legs. The caresses of the sharp nails of his fingers that resembled his powerful and silver claws, caused me tickles that increased my desire to have him closer.
His ragged breathing matched mine, and I took a moment to observe the man before me. His silky, crystalline hair was tousled, covering part of the captivating, flushed face of the architect of my pleasure.
His shoulders rose and fell repeatedly like an animal whose control is hanging by a thread and when our gazes met, I swear my heart stopped for a second. Those blue eyes that I knew so well were completely different that night. The ice of their irises burned incandescently under the fabric of the moonlight, and it was not a man or a guy who was looking at me.
He was a beast, and I was his prey.
Lifting my butt and keeping my thighs glued to my torso, he brought his face dangerously close to the inside of my thighs, leaving a trail of bites behind him. When the wetness of his tongue made the first contact with my intimacy, my hand instinctively grasped his hair, letting out a groan. My free focused on my breasts, massaging them vigorously as Lance's soft tongue swept across my lips.
I squeezed my eyes shut, getting drunk on the sensations that were attacking my body. The chills travelled across my body like torrents of electricity from the heat in my crotch to my limbs. My toes instinctively curled as my pelvis desperately offered itself to him.
Moans that I could no longer contain, composed a melody that encouraged the dragon to suck more vigorously my clit. However, as this wasn't enough, I needed to feel him close to me, inside me.
"Lance ... Lance," Without putting a stop to his lips, his lascivious, icy eyes met me. Between gasps, I was looking for the appropriate words to explain the need that assailed me "Please ... I can't take it anymore ... I need you,"
Putting my butt back on the mattress, he moved away from my crotch to meet my lips in an anxious gesture. His moved fiercely over mine, making it very clear who I belonged to. My hands gripped his neck and even though I felt him stiffer, he quickly gave up on my passion. Pulling myself away from his mouth with one last bite, I turned my back to him onto the mattress.
I rested my palms on the bed and as I raised my butt, I immediately felt the silver of his nails dig into my hips as the length of him thrust into me, snatching a cry of pleasure from me.
His movements, accompanied by constant grunts, were precise and rough, his member hitting deep inside me, turning me into a bundle of whimpers and tremors. His tail curled around one of my legs, and without slowing down his diligent pace, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his pelvis and assembling our bodies more avidly.
Squinting, I felt my body melt into one. We were no longer Kali, the last aengel and Lance, the last dragon. We were Kali and Lance. My world was reduced to these four walls, and in the centre, we were found.
Sticking his torso to my back, his free hand covered mine. Digging his teeth into my neck, the hammering rhythm of his hips increased, and I was getting closer to the cliff. His firm grip on my waist, the guttural grunts that accompanied his penetrating thrusts, and the torrid heat the union of our bodies enveloped me in, were too much for me.
Getting close to my limit, I reached up to his hip in a plea to speeding up the pace. Heeding my pleas, his movements became fiercer, more demanding, pushing me towards what I longed so much for.
He was the only person in this world. The only thing on my mind was him. Him, him and him. His skin against mine. The warmth of him in my need. His teeth digging into my skin. The only thing I needed was him. Without being able to take it anymore, I surrendered to the fullness that rose from my feet to my face, flooding my body with an infinite pleasure that invaded our universe. My interior contracted, and with a couple more lunges, I could feel how he too was abandoning himself to the pleasure of this little universe.
There was no use to hide it anymore. We were both what each other had always needed. And now that we had reunited ...
There would be nothing that could separate us.
