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MASTAR WEEK | DAY 7 | COLDEST DAY OF THE YEAR

...has the warmest hearts.

From my Death City Hockey AU, post Give A Puck

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Been drawing zonami for a couple days and taking more notes for potential long fic and yesterday's shower thoughts return to me... zoro recovering in wano and hiyori thinking he's dreaming of the ocean, but she's just interpreting mumbled 'nami' as waves. Zoro getting a vision of a sea burning orange as the sun... it's nami's hair. That's his 'oh' moment.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I did it. Nearly 4k words dear god

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75. Xero?

75. "Promise me just one thing..."

The air was chill, still, silent except for the gentle pattering of footsteps against cold stone.

It echoed through the corridors, bouncing between the uneven fossilised corpses and rocks of the walls, ringing to the lonely wanderer.

They glanced down at the glowing handle in their hand, essence of Dreams shimmering off of it - fading into the empty air.

I know you will not flee. Wherever you go... I will be watching.

It was a strange tone, like one other they had met before. A voice of strange sadness, but belief - and before he had shattered into the dream nail - there was a look of promise.

They wanted to know more of this warrior. They wanted to know if truly, he believed and would watch over them. Some would say so.

None truly did.

And so time was spent trying, slowly, to reveal the warrior again. Perhaps they could coax him out of the nail, even for but a brief moment.

They would like that - for one to finally give some sort of guidance. A belief. The ones who did were detached from the true horrors.

Ah, I see our battle hadn’t dissuaded you. Though, I know not why you would wish to talk to a fool again.

They only stared up at warrior. Despite being a spirit, he looked only tired.

Haha, well, I suppose I can’t say no to entertaining a child. But I mustn’t take up all your time. He floated down, a cold air brushing across their shell as a hand dusted over the top of their head. An attempt. You have a ghastly duty ahead of you, though, if it were up to me - you wouldn’t be doing it in the first place. But the matter of gods is never up to us, are they?

They reached their small hands up to his arm, making the spirit chuckle fondly. They knew, in some manner, they couldn’t grasp it - as their hands only hovered through cold air. But they wanted to. It was nice.

I kept my word when I said I will be watching, but I know I can do nothing now. I can only offer small words of encouragement, if they mean anything for you. Little wanderer, I know vaguely what you are - I’ve seen one of your kind before.

The warriors eyes seemed to furrow with grief, and despite not needing to touch the ground he still knelt in front of them, and placed his hands around their face. It was so very cold. But they felt comfort, not fear.

Promise me just one thing, little wanderer. I know it’s not my place to ask anything from you. Be safe. I know you will take to destroying this infection, you know this too. All I ask is you be safe, take care of yourself.

And… if you cannot do that…

Be kind… for many did not choose this fate.

The essence of Dreams scattered once again, swiftly flying back into the dream nail. Once again the air was silent and still. The corridors were empty once again save for the little wanderer.

Save for the sound of a single tear falling onto the stone floor.

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For the ask game – 35 (Everything went according to plan) for mer!au, please ^_^

35. "Everything went according to plan."

Giant halls. Metal walls. A grand large design of his making.

And finally, in chambers deep - lined with protection and barriers, the two merfolk gods lay captive. Held down by the mortal coils of the human body. It made him grin.

“Everything went according to plan.” he relished to no one, hands behind his back as - on the balcony high above - he observed his scholars and workers slaving away. Gathering new equipment. Fixing any that were damaged. Recording the data of such powerful beings. It was magnificent.

The key component of a plan well executed. Gods in his grasp, his capture. What human truly could stand in the way of a man that can make gods feeble and bend to his will?

Merfolk would be easy, for capturing gods meant not a single one could escape their technology - at least, not without some severe injuries. And oh, being the resourceful survivalist species that they were, they couldn’t risk such grievous injuries in the open ocean.

Oh, it was perfect. There was only one true hurdle now. They could hold the gods as long as it took, to prepare the machine to be capable enough to take their power. Oh, it was struggling with the normal merfolk now - but he had time. And a supply.

Everything went according to plan. And it had only just begun.

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9 "I would kill for dinner right now." with whoever you want!

9. "I would kill for dinner right now."

“I would kill for dinner right now.”

“Please don’t.”

Tiso glared at Emmet with a flat look of annoyance, watching the other man place the gathered berries into groups, atop a single piece of cloth on the ground. Berries. Wyrm he was so goddamn sick of berries. They didn’t even satisfy him, Tiso feeling that gnawing hunger for most of the day for a week straight now. Gods was there nothing else they could eat? Not one of those water creatures? Anything??

“It’d be better than that.” Emmet only shook his head in response, frowning slightly.

“If we had the right items, we could have made these berries into poffins!”

“Sounds just as shitty.”

“They are not! Poffins are verrrrrrry good, and much more filling than the berries on their own.”

“But we can’t make those.”

Emmet’s face looked apologetic “No.”

Tiso sighed, getting up from his spot against a tree, stretching as he gained a curious eye. Sitting around arguing about food wasn’t getting him anywhere - with getting actual food or closer to their goal - and Tiso couldn’t be bothered sitting around waiting for them to be distributed. Before Emmet could assume, he waved his hand dismissively, “Don’t worry, I’m just going for a walk. See what the kids are doing.” It gained a nod from the other, happily going back to his work unbothered.

The wildlife were strange in this land, with small and very round creatures flying off at the sound of his footsteps. Barry had taken a liking to one, though Tiso had already forgotten what they were called - and the one the teen had gotten just loved to make a shrill sound of surprise whenever someone else approached.

Which was to say the flying creature shrieked at Tiso’s arrival and flapped to hide behind Barry as the two spun around. They were oddly posted up by rocks, observing a village a ways off - with both frowning…oddly enough.

“Oi, don’t scare us like that!”

“Not my fault you have that thing shrieking every two seconds. Whatever, what are you two even doing?”

Barry pouted, pointing towards the village, “Do you see that? An entire place full of criminals!”

“Suspected, criminals.”

“I already said! Do you see that ‘G’ on that big building! That’s the sign of Team Galactic! They’re here!”

Tiso raised a brow, walking next to the boys and focusing on the village in the distance. Ignoring him, the two continued their argument.

“How could they be here though? You’re sayin’ they posted up in a whole village? Surely they would’ve been chased out, considerin’ how well known they are n’ how horrible they are?”

“So they either took over a village or made a village for themselves! Whatever, they need to be taken down!”

“We’ve got nothin’ to stop them with though! Unless you think a Starly is enough!”

“So, what you’re both saying, is that these are like - bad guys? Big bad guys.”

The two faced Tiso again, nodding. At that he grinned, leaning against the rocks.

“So it wouldn’t be bad to steal from them then.”

“What!?” Hop squealed, “We’re not goin’ to steal from anyone! What would you even steal?”

“Food. Yknow, enough for us to be good, besides if you want to make an enemy weak you gotta strike where it hurts. They’re big bad criminals right? Make it easier to stop whatever they’re planning on doing then eh?”

Hop still frowned, uncomfortable at the notion, whilst Barry had grinned widely.

“Yeah! Then when they can’t stop us, we take back all their stolen pokémon!”

“Only enough for us to not be hungry right?”

Tiso sighed, looking down at Hop, though with how ill prepared the other three were to survive in the wild - he wasn’t exactly surprised that he wasn’t ready to do whatever was needed of survive. “What kinda guy do you take me for? Just enough, don't worry.”

“I was beginnin’ to get hungry from just berries…”

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21. Crimson Nails lol xD

21. "We're way too drunk for this."

Now, they weren’t alcoholics, not by a long shot. The moth and ant knew their drinking limits well, and indulged in a light drink every once in a while when the occasion called for it. Besides, they both preferred brewed hot beverages anyway.

But the warriors all, High Guards and Knights, had decided to throw a party - and despite Markoth shrinking away at the mere suggestion, fumbling for excuses not to go, it was non negotiable.

It was a celebration for everyone, after all.

Xero promised he’d stick with Markoth, to keep the event from further pushing his boundaries - yet even he got swept up in the conversation. Politely, to keep anyone off their back for making a party ‘boring’, they drank along with others.

And it was when Isma elbowed Markoth’s side, and he noticed his head spin when he protested, that he realised all too late he was unquestionably too drunk. The last bloody thing he wanted.

Despite the haze, he noticed Xero was touchy, casually leaning against him - hand intertwined with his as he laughed loudly with the group around him. Normally he would be content with the contact, but his numb mind now raced with possibilities - all around one simple matter.

They weren’t open about their relationship.

Quickly he retracted his hand, making Xero turn around and pout.

“Whas ‘rong?” he slurred out quietly, eyes furrowing upwards. And Markoth was simply glad no one else besides Isma (bless her) was paying attention to them - the commotion was already loud and bustling enough.

“We’re way too drunk for this!”

“…for wha?” Xero blinked, mind catching up slowly, “Holdin’ hands?”

“Yes. In public.” It was still slightly slurred, but much more clear and direct. Oh he hoped Xero was still aware enough to register his tone.

Again the warrior blinked, his face morphing slightly between expressions before, eventually, it settled on a dawning look of realization, holding his head in his hands.

“Oh my gods I didn’ even notic’. I jus’ wanted to hold your hand.”

“Its fine… I don’t think anyone noticed.”

“Still wanna hold your hand though…”

Markoth couldn’t help but chuckle, “We can do that at home.” he whispered back, hand on his husband's shoulder, “Let’s just get through this first.”

———————

The alcohol was finally starting to fully set in, but at this point it was an acceptable buzz and sluggishness.

They lay together, casually on the couch because the bed was too far for them to bother with, Xero already sleeping on Markoth’s chest.

It was a close call, and a horrific headache was bound to creep up in the morning.

But this was nice at least.