#HMS Naiad=HMS Surprise

[no2ticonderoga]

In addition to it being AO3's birthday, which is no small matter, it is also the 20th Anniversary of the release of the cinematic masterpiece, Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World.

In honor of this, someone wants to buy me these shirts. Right?

#master and commander #regency/navy fic supremacy #HMS Naiad=HMS Surprise #HMS Surprise

[barbika1508]

Intentionally unintentional (Peter Pevensie x Reader / Fluff)

Word Count: 5,2k

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: None, there’s just fluff

Summary: Finding the High King is harder than it might seem at first, but it’s not unusual for Y/N to drag him out of trouble most often than not.

Authors Note: Omaru is the name of the grounds where Aslan’s camp was placed on in the first book and Movie. So, I simply used the name of it to name a Lord after it.

Here you go anon who requested fluff!!!! I hope you liked it :3

Unbelievable. Truly. Unbelievable.

‘’Lady Y/N.’’ the greeting is friendly, but I can only offer a nod of acknowledgement and a brief smile as I pass a gorgeous nymph and a talking bear that’s walking next to her. They are heading into the direction of the Apple orchard from where I’m marching from. I’m tempted to start running to rush this process faster, but the notion would notion would raise awareness and at this moment unwanted as I don’t want anyone to worry or panic unnecessarily just because I can’t offer smiles or words of reassurance in my haste.

My dress on occasion tangles itself almost joyfully around my legs, causing me to stumble and literally come to a stop by jumping here and there. This is why pants work and are practical, why I love pants. Dresses aren’t my forte but ever since I’ve been promoted, my knighthood elevated I had to make changes to my wardrobe which Lucy didn’t have any problems in helping out with. Accordingly, to unofficial but official rules of the court dresses are of preference for females. Usually I don’t mind following the rules but some rules occasional spark distastefulness in my mouth like right now. I seriously dislike the Royal court this instance.

Only in times like these it dawns on me how big Cair Paravel actually is. The many rooms, nocks and crannies’ it has and still unexplored and hidden rooms from what I’ve heard it just goes on and on, up down and yes all around. But uncovering mysteries is an agenda for another day, my current plans already going sideways which to be honest was to be expected it’s the disappointment that was not however - anger yes. It isn’t until my calves start to burn that I slow down, still tempted to run but instead I end up walking in big strides with a grim expression on which a lovely naiad points out once I cross a courtyard with a fountain in the middle. Her sisters greet me in giggles the comment roaring up a dose of laughter. I simply offer them a brief smile of acknowledgement before hurrying my step ahead shaking of the brief moment of embarrassment.

After what feels like a few kilometres of walk, I reach the High King’s study surprised to see the doors opened. Peeking inside the room there’s only a faun working over some scrolls and documents, moving and folding them, over the grand table that has been placed there to hold meetings with more people.

‘’Ah my lady.’’ The faun is quick to notice me, letting go of his work as he sidesteps and offers a bow. I return it back stepping inside eyes running over the scrolls looking for an indication of what sort of discussion may have happened in my absence. I end up turning to Mentius.

‘’Where’s the High King? He was supposed to be here??’’ at my question he averts his gaze.

‘’I’m afraid to reveal that in a certain sense he was abducted by a few lords.’’

My eyebrows raise up hands coming to rest over my hips, while I run my tongue over my left cheek ‘’Abducted?’’ I inquire narrowing my eyes at the already nervous looking faun, that fumbles with some scrolls on the table.

‘’Yes, they have guided him out of the study. I am not certain where their intentions lie or where they might have led him to. Or the matter of discussion.’’ He looks apologetic once he lifts his eyes up shyly.

I simply hum at first tapping my foot impatiently as I glance at the painted ceiling, the fresco portraying a story that Peter likes and which he chose. It’s a nice short story which supposedly happened near the beginning of Narnian’s creation and it includes a table of beavers and the King’s firstborn helping them out.

‘’Hm alright.’’ I straighten up and offer a wide smile ‘’I greatly thank you for your honesty Mr. Mentius. I’d suggest for you to run away while you can and take the rest of the day off. I bid you farewell.’’ With that and a fumbling goodbye from the nervous faun, I turn around and head outside my second destination being the throne room.

I have an inkling of an idea of what the lords want, and which ones have ambushed poor Peter. There have been words going around, made up rumours from certain noblemen of wanting to be gifted land on Galma, and perhaps even Avra. It irks me just the thought of it, the greediness that the men are starting to portray. Most of them being humans doesn’t ease my slowly growing nerves over them visiting us the last few days.

‘’Darling Y/N!’’ a voice calls out startling me. I trail off a few more steps head turning around spotting Lucy as she skips over to me enthusiastically, holding onto a richly weaved flower crown ‘’Why are you in such a hurry? Where is the fire?’’ she asks bubbly coming to a stop in front of me.

‘’I’m trying to find your older brother. He has a habit of slipping through my fingers, as of lately. Intentionally or not.’’ I complain sincerely which has her chuckling immediately her eyes crinkling as she gleefully nods.

‘’It’s mostly unintentional, and very rarely intentional.’’ She defends him swiftly ‘’What trouble has he gotten himself now into?’’

‘’In his defence he probably didn’t do anything, besides being nice.’’ I grumble crossing my arms while she tilts her head giving me a fond look.

‘’Poor thing.’’ She coos shaking her head. I spot a group of nymphs further ahead at the gardens, peeking around the corner of a gate and a column towards us, all murmuring between one another clearly up to something ‘’Being nice and polite is a given, but taking advantage of it…’’ she trails off looking conflicted, hands mindlessly stroking the flower petals.

I reach forward placing my right hand over hers brining her gaze up to me again ‘’That’s why I’m here. I’ll get him away no problem. It’s easier to blame me it’s what I’m here for.’’ I tease winking, and then pull her into a hug ‘’You on the other hand should go back to your friends. They are missing you.’’ As I lean back, I point backwards. Lucy follows my direction looking just in time as squeaks reach our ears and the girls disappear.

‘’Ah I see.’’ She says smirking widely and turns forward after a moment ‘’I wish you the best of luck in your quest. And if anyone dares to blame you for anything you find me and I’ll take care of it!’’ I’m surprised at the end at the slight change in her tone and the warning in her words. My astonishment gives her enough time to stand on her tip toes and place the flower crown onto my head.

‘’What are you…’’ she’s quick to shush me with a smile, fingers gentle and fleeting working my hair, to hold the flower crown steady atop my head ‘’This is unnecessary your majesty.’’

She instantly snorts at the title I use to address her and steps behind me, taking in her handywork while I simply smile at the slight weight over my head loving the sweet smell that the flowers are emitting ‘’it is very necessary. I keep saying and will keep saying it; you are meant to wear flower crowns.’’ She beams as she stands in front of me once more and takes me in, hand taking a hold of my own ‘’Now I give you my full blessing to do whatever you please with my brother.’’

This time around laughter raises up from my own chest at the secret and not so secret implication ‘’You are being ridiculous truly. And sneaky.’’ I add giving her a glare as she starts to walk backwards the murmurs and chatter present once more.

‘’Me, no. You’ve must have mistaken me for some else Lady Y/N.’’ she says playfully still backing away slowly, her words making me shake my head, hands flying up for the flower crown which remains unmoving. She’s a professional I swear.

‘’Uh huh. Have a nice day your majesty.’’ I call back as she turns around. She offers a last glance waving to me before he walks around the corner joining her ladies and friends, cheers and laughter rising. Such a nice sweet girl our Lucy is. Taking in a breath, I check to find the throne room empty some folks cleaning and dusting it. Not wanting to disturb them, I do curiously as on instinct make a detour to the gardens near the throne room. It’s a place where mostly people “run off to” whenever we have balls, or gatherings, celebrations ecc.

On a day to day basis, only people that take care of the gardens tend to roam around here. And on occasion I do love it myself to just walk around the layered balconies fully enjoying the magnificent view of the sea and castle no matter the weather. It is always breath-taking.

Greeting passing satyrs and dwarfs, along with a tiger and excited looking group of mice I make my way to the marble fence, lips turning into a wide smile once my eyes lay fully on the glistering calm sea that stretches ahead of me.

In the corner of my eye I spot movement. It captures my attention brining my eyes downwards, and finally praise Aslan I spot my target. Poor Peter is right in the middle of the half circle of 5 humans that all but surround him. I lean onto the wide fence wanting to get closer and hear what they are actually discussing. MY gaze lands on the High King that is mostly silent looking between the lords trying to clearly portray himself as if he’s interested in what they are saying. He looks uncomfortable. It makes me smirk knowing that he’s sort of suffering. It’s funny. (I don’t mean that in a malicious way)

Not wanting to waste any more time, I walk over to the steps and skip a bit recklessly over a few, landing on my feet successfully every time I reach flat ground. By the time I reach the 5th balcony which is the lowers one of this level, I compose myself into a lady whilst the lords quiet down after noticing my presence.

‘’Lady Y/N, how nice of you to have joined us.’’ Peter greets contrastingly cheerful, as the lords greet me somewhat stoically. In return I turn to the High King addressing him first and then spare the lords a greeting. The older men even though offer pleasantries and smiles, make it clear that the mood has been soured.

‘’I do apologize for my interruption lords, your majesty. It took me a while to find you. You simply disappeared I’ve been told.’’ I state unabashed putting on an expression of wonder to mock the men. I do make sure that I stand next to the High King, not missing the way he shifts in favour of standing even closer to me.

‘’Ah it is not, as if we were hiding my Lady.’’ One chuckles his undertone noticeably mocking. I play along smiling and nodding as they exchange looks.

‘’Yes, yes, I believe you my Lord. There must have been a miss-communication of sorts.’’ I reply glancing at Peter not missing the ‘Please help me’ look he gives along with an apologetic half smile that’s easy to read. Haaaaa he should feel guilty. ‘’Anyhow can I offer up my assistance given that I’m finally here? I must have missed the invitation for this meeting I do offer my sincere apologies.’’ Just to be extra and a bit petty I bow my head in apology offering the men an innocent expression.

Again, they exchange looks between one another, knowing that I’ve caught them ‘’The lords were discussing about benefits for nobility, and certain deserving Narnians.’’ Peter speaks up with a smirk on his lips quick to spill the tea so to speak. I don’t miss how a lord that’s comes from the great river and far up north who is known not to lie his eyes widening almost comically for a moment ‘’In war times as we all well know we award our people, for their bravery, heroism and even if they are simply in need. And given these peaceful and rich times, why shouldn’t we continue being generous. Times are good, and even in good times we could and should give out good will and rewards.’’

I immediately nod, not missing the way Peter’s eyes whilst he talks take me in, gaze lingering over my features and the flower crown.

‘’That sounds like a very good and very selfless idea from you my lords. I praise for your humbleness.’’ I cheer still playing along turning to the serious men ‘’Can I hear some of the suggested ideas please?’’

Again, nobody says anything, the men sending glances towards the High King as if he’s one of them, waiting for him to speak further. Peter on the other hand takes a look at them and ends up smirking as he turns to me, hands at his sides one resting over his left hip where his sword would be. He has a habit of mindlessly reaching for the hilt the action endearing.

‘’The initial idea from our noblemen, was to give out land on Galma for starters. But that’s just an idea at the moment being.’’

I keep silent and turn behind to glance across the sea towards where the island can be seen on clear days. I try keeping back the inkling of anger that spike in me and put on a smile as I face the men.

‘’And an idea it shall remain.’’ I state overly cheerfully perhaps ‘’May I advise that we organize festivals your majesty to consider? Friendly competitions that anyone can participate in, and stands to boost businesses for individuals? Of course, that’s another reason to travel and revisit Narnia and it’s many beauties.’’

At my suggestion Peter’s eyes sparkle, face lightening up ‘’That is a very well-rounded idea Lady Y/N!’’ he acclaims ‘’We should have called for you much earlier. What are your thoughts on this my lords?’’ he turns to the men that are quick to act, putting on big smiles.

‘’Ah wonderful.’’

‘’What a stupendous idea my lady.’’

‘’Very well thought out indeed.’’

If I had a penny for every time that someone acted fake…

‘’That is only meant for the common folk with due respect my lady. Our thoughts were going along the lines of men that have fought in battles and who have upheld peace in the recent years. Men that need time off, to free their minds from their troubles.’’ Ah there he is the rebellious lord of Omaru finally laying the cards on table. I bite back a cough, and snarky remark of him just mentioning men. As if women didn’t fight or contribute to Narnia.

I narrow my eyes at him crossing my arms but make sure I cup my right cheek making an effect of looking as if I’m thinking hard about his words, squaring up my shoulders.

‘’It is why festivals and contests are a place and occurrence to take their minds off. Maybe travels around our lands. We can start to talk about building a rehabilitation space of sorts somewhere near the woods preferably.’’ I reply ‘’Galma’s land isn’t ours to just give so freely my Lord. Nor to our esteemed noblemen and noblewomen, nor to the High King himself. Whoever is in possession of said lands we’d have to pay off fairly. Man, woman or the kingdom. Narnia isn’t here to be owned by us; whatever you are given must be earner with honesty and valour.’’ I politely and calmly explain not breaking eye contact with the said lord who is a man in his forties and has made a name for himself by building his town from grounds up after the war ‘’Besides my dear Lords, people look up to us. They look up to you, saviours of our beloved lands and hearts. We are only human that is true, and greed can be hard to resists that’s understandable. But at the end of the day gentlemen we have been put into the positions in which we stand for I’m sure good reasons. Maybe intentionally or unintentionally by Aslan’s will perhaps.’’

Check mate. Nobody pips a word, as they stare at me, some with blank expressions others with frustrations burning beneath the surface. My words were clear and hold a heaviness to them. Anyone that tries to contradict me especially after the last part of my sentence, would be to speak against Aslan himself. And yes, yes, I’ve played dirty just now bringing his name into this mess that the men before me have created. The 4 lords keep quiet but huddle closer next to one another, quietly starting to debate what has just transpired all the while Lord Omaru to my surprise doesn’t remove his gaze away from me. He offers a lopsided smirk instead steely blue eyes holding my own.

His gaze starts to make me feel uncomfortable giving me an inkling as if he’s having ideas of pushing me off the balcony. Thank Aslan, that Peter gets my attention shifting closer to me ‘’Well pointed out Lady Y/N. I do have to apologize for my tardiness…’’ he starts off almost making me roll my eyes – I don’t. I instead shake my head and grab for his forearm shutting him up, as I step backwards. He goes along willingly taking a step forward.

‘’My dear lords, please excuse us but we do have other urgent matters to attend to as it was scheduled. Please consult between yourselves an we can pick up this discussion in the following days. I wish you a good day.’’ Not having patience anymore, I completely ignore as they start to greet us in return half bowing down whilst I all but drag the High King away reaching the stairs in no time. For the first 2 levels I hitch up my dress and try to walk up composed and yet I end up letting go of the boy behind me and sprint up. I ignore the burn in my thighs and legs, panting loudly once we reach the top of the stairs and walk out of the men’s sight towards the building, the glass wall starting midway of the wall whilst we stand on the corner of it.

‘’Was that really needed?’’ Peter pants catching up to me a few steps behind. I lean over, placing my hands onto my knees to support myself as I try catching my breath, lungs only slightly burning at the strain ‘’That was quite intense wasn’t it?’’ he wonders out loud looking a bit better than I am feeling. Although it does seem like we’ve ran out of shape. Hm it’s a good initiative to start practicing sword fighting. Gathering myself enough to start moving again the first thing I do I legit punch him on the arm ‘’OUUUU!!’’ he whines grabbing a hold of his arm.

‘’Dummy!!’’ I exclaim glaring at him ‘’How hard is it to actually say no??!?!’’

He looks at me startled but breaks into a grin arms rising up. Within a step he’s right in my personal space and pulls me into his chest gleefully ‘’NO you jerk!’’ I protest immediately trying to push him away. Of course, I don’t success as his grip is secure not giving me any wiggle room. He boyishly laughs, clearly enjoying himself as I grumble ‘’You don’t get to laugh, you owe me big time mister!’’ I manage to lean back enough to look at him ‘’Big time!’’

His grin turns into half a pout as he can’t stop smiling ‘’I must relay to you my sincerest apologies my lady. I do apologize from the bottom of my heart…’’ he puts on this ridiculous and very mocking tone, using words that have me grinning in return and covering my mouth with my hand not to burst into laughter.

‘’Peter!!!!’’ I wine in protest pushing against his chest with both hands. He ends up breathing out once harshly at my push but laughs instead, hands not leaving me.

‘’I’m sorry my love.’’ He switches back to normal, pursing his lips in an attempt to kiss me. But unlike him I always keep an eye out on my surroundings; and this time can hear the lords first before seeing them or they us. Glancing around there’s a bush fittingly placed right behind us a step away.

‘’Nope!’’ I murmur and take a determined step back, bringing him with me from the tiled floor onto grass. He trips over my own two feet, and my sudden move has us crashing down like falling trees. Naturally as gravity would have it, he lands on me knocking all air from my lungs but at least we are out of sight.

‘’Y/N are you…’’ instead of worrying about myself as I heave for a moment, I raise both hands in panic to cover his mouth, breathing harsh through my nose.

‘’Shhhhh!’’ with the warning being expressed he remains confused as I turn my head to the side looking through the bush listening the how the men are bad mouthing me. Peter meanwhile readjusts his position shifting enough to slide next to my body, leaving an ache behind and maybe a bruise or two. For a moment I panic once more that the lords are going to pick the way ahead of us to enter the castle, which will give them the full view of us hiding. Luckily enough their voices linger as they sort of hang around not talking all that quietly.

‘’Who does she think she is?’’ I smirk at the obvious anger finding that the men are acting like little boys, as expected. Turning over to Peter who has lowered my hands down from his face, he’s glaring towards them with anger as well, getting red in the face ‘’Foolish little girl! I don’t care if she’s a war hero or not, she should be put in place…’’

I cup Peter’s cheeks before he can get up and raise hell so to speak. His blue eyes dart to me, frustration clear in his gorgeous blue orbs. I lean in knowing him well enough to assume that his next move is to jump up and that my action will distract him. My lips slot against his with familiarity bringing that fluffy and soft filling to wash over me.

The court doesn’t exactly know that we’ve been courting one another for some time now. They don’t necessarily officially know, or have been briefed because we haven’t made the announcement. But unofficially yeah, I think the whole castle, or probably whole of Narnia knows that we are in some shape or form liking one another.

Not risking it by making any sounds, I do boldly let my tongue run over his upper lip before pulling back teeth tugging onto his lower one. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at me with a darkened gaze, not changing it even when I let go of him. I offer a bright grin and innocent expression, gaze lowering between his plump lips and eyes, while listening to the men that finally decide to leave and most likely plot some conspiracy behind our backs.

‘’You little tease.’’ He murmurs silently just forcing me to kiss him, because of how handsome he is in this moment. I mean he’s always handsome, but right now the sun is hitting him perfectly through the leaves of the bush, dotting his skin, and highlighting his eyes whenever the leaves move.

I simply hum in reply, still pressing kisses to his face as he tries to give me an unimpressed expression. His lips are twitching which is giving him away ‘’Not at all your majesty. I was only trying to distract you from doing anything rash. I am just doing my job.’’ I even give him a wink which prompts him to shake his head at me. I end up giggling quietly and lie my head down as the position I’ve put myself into put a strain on my neck.

‘’Ah sure, rely all your hidden intentions and agendas onto your job. That for certain can be excused in court.’’ He grumbles half-heartedly sarcasm peeking through his words.

I gasp instead, hand hitting him gently over his right shoulder ‘’In court?’’ I try keeping my voice down as I stare at him flabbergasted at his statement ‘’Are you planning on putting me away my king?’’

‘’There’s a possibility I might be.’’ He confirms shifting. I watch as he raises over me, supporting himself on his elbows, face inches away from my own hands coming up to readjust the flower crown that has managed to stay put.

‘’For whatever reason, your grace? What heinous crime have I committed to have earned your disapproval?’’ I play along, hand flying to my forehead as I act as if I’m regretting my actions. Chuckles fill the air, as he dives down and is quick to nip at my bared neck, lips ghosting over my skin which earns him some breathless gasps.

‘’I’m afraid it’s the worst kind of crime, dear lady.’’ He whispers lips reaching my ear. His breath ghosts over my neck, making me giggle all the more besides the fact that hits me; we’re acting like teenagers hiding behind bushes. This is ridiculous.

‘’Oh goodness me. What can I do my king? Please I get of you how can I repent for my bad doings?’’ I go on staring at him in amusement once he raises his head up, eyes finding my own.

His eyebrow arches as he smirks ‘’For starters you can…’’

‘’They are gone your majesty.’’ A whisper reaches our ears. Both of us freeze in our spots, hearts hammering in our chest while eyes fleet around us. For a moment nothing changes until the bush starts to rustle and has, Peter rising up ‘’The lords are gone.’’ the same whisper is back, prompting me to follow after Peter who stands up dusting his front, as he looks around while I wait for his signal still sitting down looking overhead and past him. There’s no one in sigh.

‘’Ah yes, thank you for the warning Dumnus.’’ Peter is quick to thank whoever is on the lookout apparently, hands reaching for me helping me to rise onto my feet.

‘’You should hurry along over to the north side I’ve lured the others to dine just around the corner on the lower terrace.’’ the satyr is smirking amusedly once he comes into my sight.

Peter is preoccupied looking around making sure that nobody is watching this odd encounter while I offer a bring grin to the satyr ‘’How kind of you. Great thanks Dumnus, we won’t forget this!’’ I want to offer more but at the moment I find myself trying to push down laughter as my thoughts earlier resurface. We are literally acting like teenagers. Even Peter as he tugs me backwards has a hard time keeping himself serious and well royal.

‘’Yes, later.’’ He adds awkwardly tugging me along.

‘’Hurry your majesties.’’

Before I can burst into uncontrollable laughter Peter is breaking into a run hand holding my own. Grinning ear to ear I follow along, surpassing the throne room outside completely as the king picks a side entrance, checking the surrounding inside first before he pulls through with him. I’m ready to dart into the direction of the hallway on the right, coming up with a plan on avoiding everyone by taking the long route around, to reach the Apple orchard where I’ve arranged a picnic for us. Hopefully no one found or spot and ate the food or something.

Just as I open my mouth to urge him on, his mouth and well face somewhat crash into me on accident ‘’Ah fudge.’’ He hisses hands reaching for his mouth, while I reach for my nose staring at him incredulously at what just happened.

He reopens his eyes to look at me through a frown ‘’Well that was poorly planned on my part.’’ He points out, as I laugh not being able to hold myself back. I’m having the time of my life to be entirely honest. Reaching up I guide his hands away taking in the damage I might have unintentionally done to his handsome features.

‘’A tiny bit yeah.’’ I confirm licking over my lips, as I smile caressing his cheeks while his eyes take me in ‘’No wounds, no scratches.’’ I state ‘’Nothing to brag about from your newest misadventure.’’ He chuckles at that pulling me in like before into his embrace, hands warm as they encircle my waist.

‘’I always have something to brag about when it comes to you, my love.’’ The reply spurs butterflies to awaken in my stomach, and some sort of giddiness to overtake me forcing me to sport a blush over my cheeks.

‘’Awww, that is the sweetest thing, anyone has ever told me, Pete. Gosh I love you.’’ The confession at the end is sort of spontaneous and totally not planned. I was ready with another comeback it was on the tip of my tongue, when my brain and heart decided to take a turn and twist my words into a sincere confession.

His eyes widen but only slightly at my turn of words. Like before I raise on my tiptoes and kiss him one more, making sure that we remain unharmed.

This time around there are no restrictions holding us back. The kiss starts of hungry from the get go, as he leans down to accommodate me. He’s quick to switch moods, taking charge in the pace and the way he simply devours me, tongue teasingly now and then pocking my lips. But we run breathless running on an extra high of adrenaline from kissing in such a public place, as this corridor overlooks into the throne room.

Breaking apart our heavy breaths can be herd in the echoey corridor, but in the moment, we can simply grin at one another loving the proximity and what just happened.

‘’C’mon.’’ he’s the first one to speak, dropping his hands away, making sure he takes both of my hands into his. Cheekily he presses kisses to both tops of my hands, and then shifts sideways tilting his head towards the long hallway ‘’I’ve got a date I’m very late to. I’ve already promised redemption, my queen has waited long enough.’’

I follow him easily along, holding onto his hand gladly as his eyes haven’t left mine yet ‘’Hmm you shouldn’t keep your lady waiting for too long, my king indeed.’’

He grins widely and leans back for a quick peck ‘’My queen you mean.’’

I’m sure that the giggle that leaves me can be heard into the throne room. But as we run away, neither of us care about it, as his own chuckles join my own. Today is a very intentionally unintentional day.

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[thefoulbeast]

Some wet ashes.

So yesterday I did the character analysis with the Toudou during Kyoto arc and today I basically continued on that vein by writing an interpretation of the fight scenes from ch28 to ch31. It’s essentially me putting my character analysis on top of the manga scenes for some practice :3c

Characters: Todou, Yukio, Juuzou Words: 2 484 Content warnings: graphic descriptions of violence… and exploding? i guess lol. Pairings: none

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For just a second after the bullets hit, everything… is missing.

He doesn’t feel them go through the contents of his skull, and he doesn’t feel them exit either.

Saburota swirls back into awareness crumpled over on his knees. First, the the world blinks back into existence and he is just a pinpoint of incorporeal existence. But then it all rushes back in, the sensation of his body, his limbs, the pain in his face and scalp and – in his head in his head in his head-

“Haa… rrgh-” he groans, mouth and jaw and tongue seeming strange for a moment. Feeling distinctly puppet-like, he touches a hand to the hole where one of the bullets entered. “That… actually hurt!” he forces out. His voice sounds weird and wrong to his ears.

Reality has shifted to the left just a few degrees between the time he was… he was braindead, wasn’t he? And then he… regenerated.

“The Naiad’s kiss… magic bullets…” he pauses to breathe, something inside his chest feels like it didn’t reconnect right, like his heart is fluttering and flinching instead of beating, “Ahh - I get it, I’m kin to fire now, so that makes me weak to water. Learn something new every day…”

He squeezes his hands over the wounds, but the blood gushes out between his fingers. He feels it running down his face hotly, feels it leave his body. It still hurts, still burns, it’s not- it’s not healing as fast.

But it’s fast enough. For now. He’s still in control. Just needs to practice a little more caution.

“Unfortunately, the elementals powering those bullets are too weak,” he says tightly as he squeezes his eyes shut for a second before grudgingly opening them again.

Fuck, he can feel the bones at the base of his skull knit back together, can feel the muscles snapping into place, “It’s like,” he can barely keep track of his thoughts through the sensation, “pouring a few drops of water over hot coals.”

Yukio’s finger rests over the trigger. He’s looking down the sights. Saburota jumps out of the way before he pulls it.

He doesn’t want a repeat of whatever just happened.

“Let’s start over,” he says jovially, further off and between the foliage, “Do you have any hobbies?” he asks. He can still feel the holes in his face, but when he brings his hand up again it meets the supple skin of his cheek. It’s healed. He can’t help but worry that the bullet had shattered somewhere inside his skull, that a part of it is still inside him. “Or a dream, perhaps?”

‘Don’t let it bother you,’ he thinks to himself, ‘you need to be in the present. Yukio’s just a kid, but he’s clever.’

“Stop playing around!” Yukio barks, letting off a volley of shots that Saburota avoids narrowly, jumping high.

“Oh right, you wanted to be a doctor. You’re taking the advanced courses in high school-” he keeps moving, fast zig-zags over and between the trees “-Father Fujimoto had a physician’s license, didn’t he?”

He jumps into the clearing, avoiding the bullets whizzing by just barely. “It must have been hard for you to study two meisters at once…” He takes the handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at the blood on his face. “I suppose you’ll follow in Fujimoto’s footsteps to earn them all.”

He tilts his head sideways to avoid a bullet that would have hit between his eyes otherwise. “And also, like Fujimoto, you teach demon pharmaceuticals at the cram school… Yukio-kun, it’s time to realise you’re just copying him.”

The bullets stop coming. He can see it- can see the lost child in the boy’s eyes. The lonely, hurting thing inside. It’s just so easy.

“But he’s dead now,” Saburota says gently, though he feels a ravenous grin spread across his lips, “and you only have your brother. Tell, me, if he were to disappear as well… would you even have anything left?”

Saburota’s face itches where the bullets had gone in. He shoves the feeling down. He’s busy.

“Shut up!” Yukio yells, desperate and full of emotion. He shoots again, but no matter how good his aim is normally, his hands are shaking now. Saburota feels the handkerchief be ripped from his grip, but it misses his head by a wide margin.

Cautious nonetheless, he jumps again, to avoid the next ones.

“I bet you promised Fujimoto that you’d protect Rin,” Saburota chimes, “I bet the trajectory of your life was laid down by him, and you just follow it obediently.”

Karura makes moving so easy. So wonderful. Saburota feels like he’s flying- “Oh, Fujimoto treated Rin differently from you. He was special. And you were training day and night to become an exorcist.”

Saburota’s circling him, not unlike a vulture, not unlike a shark, “You were raised a tool to protect Rin. Nothing more!” he jeers.

“You’re wrong!” Yukio yells, and- his shots are awfully sloppy now- “I chose this path for myself! Father and Rin have nothing to do with it!”

“Haha, you’re not hitting anymore!” Saburota laughs, “Your heart speaks the truth… which is no surprise. You must be wondering – ‘why must I do this for Rin?’- when he has no idea how you suffer. Go ahead and admit it –

It isn’t fair. It isn’t right. You can’t stand it.”

They’re at a standstill now. Saburota can see something breaking. “Yukio-kun… you hate your brother, don’t you?”

Yukio looks like a cornered animal now, bared teeth and all, “I won’t let you get to me.”

Saburota thinks that’s a funny thing to say. He already has. “You’re going to stay calm, is that it? Say, Yukio-kun, have you ever really looked at yourself?”

Yukio’s answer is more shots fired. Understandable. Expected.

Saburota can dodge them easily. But then, they taper down. Yukio stands still, his head hanging low.

“Hm? What’s the matter? Are you tired already?” Saburota asks.

He… hadn’t expected this. Yukio smirks at him as the ground lights up with various summoning seals.

“When did that happen?” Saburota asks out loud as he looks around – it’s a full circle, taking up the whole clearing.

Yukio calls the demons by name – naiads – with a kind of calm conviction. Saburota admits he’s… underestimated the teen.

“I see… So you pretended to miss so you could lay down this trap… you really are a prodigy.” Saburota stands calmly and waits for what happens next. He can give Yukio that much.

“I love my brother and I hate him as well,” Yukio says. There’s raw emotion in his voice. “But more than that, I’ve always hated myself for being small and weak… I’m the one I really hate!”

The last of his words are muffled by the water that rushes up and around Saburota. It hurts. It feels like drowning. Saburota manages to hold his breath for a moment, but the water’s pressing on him, compressing him from all sides and he can’t help but-

gasp-

and then it fills his mouth and nose and he tries to cough, but that makes it worse-

He’s never really feared water up until now. First time for everything, he supposes.

But.. no… he can’t lose to this. Saburota taps into Karura, the hearth within his chest, a fire that blooms outwards and boils the water instantly, leaving Saburota in a thick, rapidly dissolving steam.

He can’t help but laugh. He’s cheated death twice now in… how many minutes?

“Bravo!” Saburota cheers and applauds as the last of his prison bubbles away, “You’re not even a tamer and you summoned so many naiads!”

Yukio looks up at him through the exhaustion. His eyes are full of unrestrained hate. He won’t last long now – he’s too tired.

“But you have much to learn,” Saburota says as his feet hit the ground. He lets out a pulse of pure power that sets sears the leaves off the trees and turns the grass to ash.

Yukio tumbles violently away, carried by the impact.

“So… that’s you answer, huh,” Saburota says mildly as he grabs Yukio by the neck, pinning him down with a knee to the stomach. “You know, you’re a lot more interesting than I thought you’d be. It’s too bad that you have to die.”

Saburota thinks back to how this kid looked the first time he met him. Calm and composed and orderly… none of that left, now. Yukio glares up at him, a mutt with bared teeth that is so scared to die that it no longer feels fear at all.

“I wonder what it takes to reduce a human body to ash…” Saburota muses mildly just to watch the realisation dawn in Yukio’s eyes, “I’ll have to time it just right. You don’t mind being my test subject, do you?”

He lets the fire engulf his whole body. He needs to keep the heat as high as he can. A little mercy – Yukio will die just that bit more quickly.

But just before he can burn the kid – it’s like a jolt through his whole body. A pang of pure terror that has him flinching backwards and away away away-

He doesn’t even understand what just happened, not at first. His heart is racing, and there’s the fuzzy static feeling of fear fogging up his mind.

Just what was that-?

Saburota stares at Yukio- and then he sees-

“What’s with your eyes?” he asks. They’re not right, they’re different from just a second ago. “Ahh, I instinctively leapt away… You know, I always thought you were interesting, but it seems I keep underestimating you.”

He stalks closer, looking at the kid with a morbid sort of curiosity, “Just what in the world are those?”

Yukio doesn’t seem to know either. His face screams of confusion and fear.

“Those aren’t your eyes!” Saburota exclaims with glee. He’s just about to-

There’s an impact to the side of his head that sends him flying. He feels the bones of his skull give with a sick crack.

From where he lays in the bushes, he can see the assailant – no other but his old pupil – Shima Juuzou.

“Oh, how odd to run into you at a time like this…” Saburota says, coughing when he feels something in his chest settle firmly back in to place, “You’re quite persistent. How did you know I was here, Shima-kun?”

“It wasn’t hard with you showing that flame off like that. You old trickster! You’ve ruined everything that was important to me!” Juuzou shouts, ”When I’m done with you, there won’t even be ashes left! Prepare yourself!”

Oh, Juuzou… ever straightforward and honourable. Something catches Saburota’s eye… that flame on the tip of Juuzou’s k’rik… he senses something…

“Are you under Ucchusma’s protection?” he asks, “Ohh, that’s interesting.”

Saburota rises to his feet with an easy sort of smile, “Say, Shima-kun. Shall we find out whether an Agni or Karura is stronger?”

“You will burn!” Juuzou bites back. There’s determination on the lines of his body. A controlled sort of anger.

This should be amusing.

“Ucchusma!” Juuzou calls out, “Unleash your flames!” he throws wheels of fire at Saburota… but it’s no good. They feel like a warm breath that envelops him.

Saburota rushes in, and Juuzou throws another wheel, but he manages to knock the k’rik back in time so that it only nicks him in the neck. He feels the wound stitch back together near instantly.

“Do you remember your classes well, Shima-kun?” Saburota asks with a smile, “When two instances of the same element meet, the stronger one will consume the weaker. Karura’s regenerative ability wins out.”

He jumps back as Juuzou makes to swipe at him with the k’rik. Juuzou stares him down, foreboding.

“So, don’t you suppose I win? Turns out I have nothing to gain from you. So – farewell!”

He rains down a barrage of fire on the monks. They summon up barriers, but- how long will they hold?

He sees them converge and talk but cannot make out the words through the noise. It’s just a little amusing…

“Isn’t it too late for a strategy session?” Saburota asks, not letting up on the fire. One of the seals breaks, throwing its caster backwards.

“There are casualties either way- we’ll do it!” Juuzou announces to the monks. Saburota wonders what exactly they think they can do to him. “Narumi and Shishamo, take the lead! Kumagai and Chigusha will strengthen my flame!”

Two of them make to attack.

“Alright, let’s see what you’re up to~” Saburota singsongs as they flank him. He absorbs the flames easily and manages to snag their k’riks and throw them off balance.

“These attacks are like dessert to me!” he exclaims, getting ready to incinerate the two-

But then there is Juuzou, from above. He throws – silly him – even more fire at Saburota.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” all that he feels is the heat. The blinding, terrible heat. It fizzles under his skin, inside of his bones. “You have to think before you attack, Shima-kun! You were always so short-tempered as a student. You should work on that.”

“No,” Juuzou says, and he’s… grinning? “That guy in the glasses thought of this.”

“What?”

Indeed there’s… there’s something wrong. The heat is unbearable, he realises. Saburota sees his hands crack and crumble to dust.

He’s… burning.

And then he falls apart with a great, big bang.

There’s a moment of darkness and nothingness again. Just like when he got shot in the head. Except he doesn’t come to in his body. He doesn’t have a body, not right now.

He feels amorphous and vague. His mind is all fuzzy. But he has to- he has to keep it all together, lest he dissolve completely.

“I see…” he manages to say as soon as he has a face. His body slowly realigns. The feeling comes back slowly. He feels half-paralysed. “You wanted me to overheat… Ah, one should never eat too much, that’s true. I suppose you did teach me something in the end. But you mustn’t underestimate Karura…”

He can feel it like a click when it suddenly… stops. His body freezes on the spot, caught somewhere between utter entropy and life. But why-?

“Ah,” he says, watching the ashy mould of his hand melt as water hits it, “It’s raining.”

“If an immortal body turns to ash and dissolves in water, it can’t regenerate so easily,” Yukio says from across the field. He doesn’t look satisfied at his own cleverness. He just looks tired and angry, and like he would rather be anywhere else.

Saburota, despite everything, laughs, “I guess you win.” He feels himself go numb again as his form crumbles. He smiles ruefully up at the sky. When did it start to rain? “Ah… I can’t believe this…”

And he disintegrates.

[End.]

#ao no exorcist #ane #saburota todo #yukio okumura #juuzou shima #the written words #ane fanfiction #saburouta toudou

[wincore]

hiii moonnn !! for the kiss prompt , may I request johnny pls 🥺 place: under the stars & love as the reason ! tysm this is an honour bc u’re one of my fave nct writers 😙💖

thank u darling for enjoying my writing!!

theme: boyfriend!au, demigod!au (greek mythology)

“So…are you gonna tell me why you brought me up here or…?”

“Do I need a reason?” Johnny grins at you, chin resting on his forearms atop the roof of his car.

“I can’t help but think you’re up to something,“ you state, narrowing your eyes at him from the other side. 

Johnny lets out a short chuckle before closing the door of the car and motioning for you to follow. When your boyfriend said he’s taking you on an adventure, you quite literally had no clue what to expect. Everything’s an adventure to the man—even if it’s just going out at 3 a.m. to get hot ramen from the convenience store right beside your apartment. You didn’t think it’d be an hour drive, dozing off on Johnny’s shoulder by the time you reached.

You take two steps after him before you gasp.

“Don’t tell me we’re meeting your dad!” 

The blood drains from your face at the idea. A God among Gods—you wish that were an understatement—is unlikely to meet mere human beings on a whim, lesser beings as one of the other demigod children had labeled bitterly. He’s a God, feared and admired since times of war and prayers. So what gives you, a mortal, enough confidence to face someone as divine, as powerful? It makes you uneasy.

You shake out of your trance to find Johnny laughing, doubled over.

“We’re not really meeting him but- you’re that scared of my dad?” he says, calming down from his fit. “Even I’m not that terrified of him, babe.”

“Shut up,” you say, cheeks coloring. “It’s not exactly everyday I meet someone who can smite me out of existence.”

“Relax! He’s pretty easy-going,” your boyfriend reassures you, taking hold of your hand. “Besides, he likes hanging out at the beach. And he’s got, like, a bajillion other kids to worry about.”

You rub your thumb over his knuckles, a sigh leaving your lips.

“He can’t be that bad,” you mumble, feeling somewhat sorry.

“Oh,” Johnny says with a dismissive tone, “Pretty sure he’s won worst dad of the year several times, actually. Only beaten by Zeus himself.”

You want to laugh but you stiffen. 

“Are you allowed to say his name like that?!” You lower your voice, eyes shifting around nervously.

“If Zeus could hear everyone saying his name, he’d be, uh, hearing some delicate words pretty often.” Johnny shrugs. “And then we’d have more thunderstorms.“ 

You laugh, easing, Johnny’s eyes lighting up at the sound. They always make you feel warm in the chest, with how pretty those almond eyes are. He tugs at your hand, and you follow him up a beaten road before diverging into a less visible track.

It’s a long walk uphill, however, and Johnny has it easy when his legs are so fucking long. The wind gets chilly and you cling onto Johnny’s hand for a little piece of warmth. A break would be nice. You stop halfway through, swearing at your boyfriend for choosing such a godforsaken place but continue nonetheless when he frowns, a look in his eyes you don’t want to upset. 

Johnny doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time. He’s been this way since you started dating, perhaps even before—a little protective with the need to feel your touch at all times. It’s understandable and you found it endearing despite how often he refuses to let go. (And his strength and stature make it next to impossible to break free.)

It wasn’t hard to tell there was something off about your boyfriend; maybe not the first or second time you met him, but eventually, it was clear. You met in university after all, and it’s not the full uni experience unless all your secrets are laid bare by the end of first year. 

Johnny was a natural people person, everyone drawn to him like he was made of honey, of things so sweet. But there was something about him, oh it nagged you day and night, a silvery whisper. The way he spoke, the way he smiled—there was a quiet difference you just couldn’t put your finger on. He’s aced every athletics club entrance test for fun, a little awkward at reading his text material and always hanging around the swimming pool for too long—gosh, were the number of people ogling him extraordinarily high then. There were so many hints and you’d missed all of them. 

You’ve met demigods before, just not one like this. Johnny was almost unworldly were it not for his habit of making everyone feel at ease. It took you a while to figure out.

Son of Poseidon, gentle eyes and sun-crinkles—how could you miss it? The way he smells of golden amber and sea musk, calloused hands and deep eyes, just all of him, really. It was hard to not find him attractive. But it was harder to answer if that was all. 

The place gets closer—you know because you can see a soft smile forming on Johnny’s face. You quicken your pace to match his footsteps, curiosity peaking as you notice your boyfriend get giddier.

The water glows a gentle blue, in contrast with the darker shade of its surroundings. They reflect the stars, their shine not dulled through the distance and a certain twinkling you haven’t seen in them in quite a while. Water lilies bloom bright, small frogs jumping in and out of the water. There might be some fish too but they’re elusive, invisible if you try too hard to spot them. 

It’s a clear sky tonight. You sigh at the warmth, quite possibly a result of the habitation around here but you’re glad it soothes the cool air. (”You like this kind of thing, don’t you?” “Hm, yeah.”)

“You will not believe how I had to impress the Naiads to find this place,“ Johnny tells you, walking closer to the spring to stand beside you.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, the implication of his words not quite what you expected. “Impress, huh?”

“No- babe, that’s not- I mean, of course not,“ Johnny looks at you with mock hurt.

“Naiads do love a son of Poseidon,“ you mumble, turning away to face the waters. 

Johnny wraps his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head. “Oh, but this son of Poseidon only loves you.”

“Johnny, that’s cheesy,” you say looking down, the heat quite rushed to your cheeks. You want to call him an idiot but the word falls short.

“But you’re enjoying it,” he hums.

“I enjoy everything about you.”

You feel Johnny shake with soft laughter, swaying gently at his own pace. You don’t know when you started to see Johnny in most everything—in the new dog cafes, in midnight city rains, in children playing volleyball. Call it love, call it more.

You turn around. “I—”

Johnny presses his mouth against yours in a kiss that makes you melt and you clutch the fabric of his hoodie for support. His arms wind around your waist, secure as always and he hums when you push against him. 

“Baby’s getting bolder, hm?” he murmurs between kisses with a laugh. You respond with a weak sound.

You remember the first time you kissed him, not quite sober and he had pushed you away only to spend the night with you. The whiskey still burns on your tongue sometimes. 

You don’t need to see fireworks when you kiss, just taste the late night coffee and a bit of Johnny. 

A son of a God and his lips, tongue, fingers, love—the texts and scribes were nothing close to describing it perfectly. You forget the words you meant to tell him.

But you don’t have to say ‘I love you’; it’s there in your mouth and he can taste it.

//

“No, I don’t wanna listen to the minotaur story again!” Johnny shakes you by the shoulders. “It’s literally the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

“But why? I think it’s funny—”

“Yeah, Dad’s very creative but…gross.”

You laugh at his disgust, nose wrinkled and a mild shaking of his head. 

“Tell me another story,” he says, leaning in, “Something more…romantic.”

You breathe out quickly at the sudden proximity, heart in your throat. His smile grows and you resist the urge to huff at him. He’s unbearable when he knows he’s under your skin. Gods, it was harder to admit you fell in love with him than it was to find out his heritage.

You reach out and move the hair out of his face, marveling at how he manages to keep it soft when he used to be a sweaty college student pretty often. Memories are funny in a way, they keep you so closely tied. There’s an embarrassing amount of pictures of him on your phone, the ones he sent from the dorms, from his new job, sometimes family photos during holidays. It gets busy a lot, but sometimes, just sometimes, it’s like this. 

You wonder if Gods get to have happy endings. You wonder if there’s more to the constellations they made.

“Hello?” Johnny pretends to knock on your forehead.

“Something more romantic, hm? Okay,” you say and he goes back to laying his head on your lap, twirling the water in wisps around his fingers to spell random words. You bend to press a kiss to his forehead, a surprised smile wavering onto his face as the water splashes beside you.

“Baby, you might want to have aimed lower.” Johnny winks at you.

“You’re so annoying. I’m in love with you.”

#nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct johnny scenarios #nct blurbs #nct 127 blurbs #nct au #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct johnny fluff #kiss prompts #moonwrites #a full nct demigod au pls discuss #once upon a time.....i used to be a fast writer....... #i rlly wish i could write the demigod part better but id digress too much hhhhh

[the-rose-clad-demon-doctor]

Here’s a short something based on the dream I had. I’d like to call it the Wallachia League AU. Just something to test if I could make it work. Hope you all enjoy! (I’ll also reblog this in the morning since it’s so late right now).

My name is Claude Grey. It was the 22nd of April, 2032.

I had to bring her coffee. That would be the seventh time that day.

        To be fair, it has been a really long day. A very long day. Her Majesty’s Loyal Peacekeeper, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, had been overseeing one of the largest anti-terrorism crackdowns in half a decade.

        Four werewolf dens in London’s “Full Moon District” had been raided. Producing, amongst other things, forty illegal assault weapons fully-loaded with silver ammunition, a cache of explosives, illegal drugs, illegal anti-surveillance hardware, plans of attack, stakes, crosses. Including their leader, a prodigiously-tall, silver-haired and red-eyed individual who refused to speak no matter the pressure we put on him.

        I’d seen him before, both in and out of work, but I politely held my tongue at the meeting when he and his cohorts were paraded in front of the precinct. The display was all part of the farcical dog-and-pony show to make it look like the city of London, capitol of His Majesty’s great United Kingdom, actually gave two shits about the Mysticals living within her borders. Realistically speaking, these men would be quietly released in the dead of the night in about a month, sans their illegal armaments, and allowed to continue whatever they had planned so long as they don’t get caught and they don’t involve humans.

        Mysticals, of course, being the name collectively assigned by the governments of the United Nations forty years ago to refer to any and all individuals who would formerly be considered supernatural. It included, amongst others, vampires, werewolves, wraiths, zombies, fae, dryads, naiads, centaurs, kappas, djinn, selkies, cyclopes, banshees, and dullahans.

        The majority of normal humans don’t give a damn about any of them, or they favor the more “peaceful” species, the ones who don’t traditionally require feeding on humans.

        Vampires, werewolves, and all of the more “dangerous” ones in the public eye?

        They get spat on. Hated. Hunted.

        Y’know, vampires and werewolves aren’t legally allowed within two kilometers of London’s city center? And that vampire nightclubs and werewolf dens are statistically four times as likely to come under surprise inspection as any other Mystical hangout? Or that murders involving only Mysticals don’t get investigated?

        And it’s not just the United Kingdom, it’s the same everywhere, save for the countries further north. The U.S., Germany, South America. Russia’s the worst.

        Sir Integra is more level-headed than most. All she wants to do is make sure nobody blows anything up.

        So here I was, at nearly midnight, bringing coffee to a woman who’s been running off a mixture of caffeine and sheer force of will for nearly five days. The Loyal Assistant Watchdog to His Majesty’s Loyal Peacekeeper. That’s what they call me. I feel some of the respect people reserve for Sir Integra got rubbed off on me by association.

        I set the cup down on her desk, keeping a cup in my own hands. I had offered to stay behind to fill out paperwork as usual, so my day was running just as long as her own.

        “Here you are, Sir. Yemeni, two-“ I started, but she interrupted me.

        “Yes, yes, two sugars, two spoons of cream, like always. Thank you, Mr. Grey.”

        I nodded dutifully. “Sorry for the interruption, sir. I’ll get back to work.”

        And I had to. There were three three-inch-thick stacks of paperwork on my desk, only half of which had actually been completed. It was all the same paperwork, to be filled in triplicate. One hand-filled copy to be kept on-site, one hand-filled copy to be sent out to His Majesty’s government, and one hand-filled copy to be sent to the headquarters of the Royal Mail Service to be copied and distributed nationwide to all departments of the Royal Counter Mystical Terrorism Service.

        I normally listened to music when I had this much work to do, but I knew Sir Integra would take offense to that. Especially seeing as it was just us here, that evening. Any movement I made out of line would be objected to, and I hoped for a promotion in the future, so I couldn’t afford to have any blemishes on my record.

        Then my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled the thin, encased rectangle from my pocket, as slyly as possible, to see who’s bothering me. The name on the screen catches my eye.

        “Evangeline.”

        “Hm?” Sir Integra looked up from her desk. I realized I said the name out loud. “What was that, Mr. Grey?”

        “It’s a phone call, sir. My, uhhh… My girlfriend. I have to take this.”

        She visibly grimaced. “Fine, Mr. Grey. But I’ll need you to return to work the second you’re done, understood?”

        “Understood, sir.”

        I made my way out into the precinct’s hallway, away from prying ears. I answered the call, keeping my voice low.

        “Look, I’ll have to make it quick. Now what reason could you possibly have for calling me right now?”

        “Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend, Claude?” Her tone of voice was dripping with sarcasm. Her tendency to find things like that out was starting to make me nervous.

        “Okay, ‘Evangeline,’ what’s wrong?”

        She giggled softly behind the phone. “I just wanted to say sorry ahead of time, Claudey-waudey~!”

        My eyes went wide. I growled into the phone. “The fuck did you do?!”

        “You’ll find out soon enough~!” Her singsong-y voice was driving me insane. “I am sorry about all that paperwork, though.”

        “Ugh.” I hung up. The second I did, Sir Integra called me back into her office.

        Plastered all over the television was news about an attack.

        God DAMMIT.

        The Wallachian League, as they called themselves. The newest radical pro-vampire group in the country. They’d made themselves a nuisance for the past couple of years. Graffiti, hacking attempts, distributing their radical fliers amongst the various groups in London and the rest of the UK. Never had they escalated this far.

        A flaming dump truck had been sent into a house in Yorkshire. Not just any house, but the house of a Member of Parliament who was vocally anti-Mystical. The MP and his wife and children had burned alive in their beds.

        “The Wallachian League is claiming full responsibility for this.” Integra talked after minutes of silence. I sigh softly.

        “They say their leader is Dracula himself.”

        “That’s what every vampire group claims. First it was the Tepes Union, then it was the Fangs of Freedom, then it was Count-down to Equality, the ‘Royal Vampiric Rebels,’ even the… Ugh… Vita-Vegan-Vampires. More likely it’s just some overblown narcissistic vampire who sees himself as Drac’s gift to the world.”

                Things were real quiet. For about two weeks.

        Then we got the news. Somehow, someone had gotten a hold of information that the Wallachian League was planning to bomb one or more of the trains leading into one of the U.K.’s power plants. Nobody was sure which one. If it was one of the coal or biomass trains, it would start one hell of a big fire. If it was one of the nuclear trains… I sincerely hoped it wouldn’t be.

        I snuck away to the alley behind the precinct. I had a phone call to make.

        “Evangeline?” I spoke into the phone.

        “Finally worried, Claudey-waudey~?”

        “I know you’ve all been talking about this, but you’re actually going to go through with it?”

        Her voice suddenly became fully serious. The most serious I’ve ever heard her.

        “Why wouldn’t we? You know we’ve got a message to send to them. Vampires aren’t going to let humans kick us around any longer.”

        “No, it’s not that at all. Look, I know you and Lucy can hold your own, just… Please be careful, okay?”

        “The job’s done. We set it up a while ago. I’d be more worried about yourself if I were you.”

        “Wh… Fuck you say?”

        “’Lucy’ found out earlier. Peregrin told us. The Royals have been monitoring all communication in and out of the Service for a long time. They know the both of you have been keeping the heat off of us.”

        “They… They know I’ve been helping you?”

        A different voice came onto the phone. Much deeper, far more serious.

        “Yes. We’ve already extracted Peregrin from Nottinghamshire earlier today. We’re coming to get you. It’s not safe there anymore. Don’t walk. Run.”

        I could hear shouting from inside the precinct. It seemed my phone call at such an inopportune time confirmed their suspicions. I had to go.

        My car wasn’t far away, but I knew it wasn’t going to work. Parked in the small car park under the precinct, they’d lock it down before I could even get in the vehicle. I had to beat a retreat on foot.

        Well, not really a retreat.

        The moment those same shouting voices exited the building, I broke into a sprint. The fastest, nastiest sprint I’ve ever managed in my life. Sir Integra’s voice broke out amongst the crowd.

        “Grey!” Gunshots punctuated her words. “Grey, you traitorous bastard!” More gunshots. “Don’t you run!”

        That wasn’t like her. My “betrayal” had to have seriously pissed her off for the normally-calm woman to just start shooting.

        I suddenly felt a force, like somebody had kicked me in the back, shoving me to the ground. It only stalled me for a second before I was back up and moving again.

        Dodge to the left, around the bollards and cars, under signs and ladders. Bob here, weave there. Use pedestrians as cover. They’re British, they’re not going to try and stop me.

        Every so often I had to stop and let out a few vicious coughs, which I attributed to just being so unaccustomed to moving that fast for any real length of time.

        And I swear, I had to have set some sort of record for on-foot speed. There’s no way I didn’t. Sticking to the back alleyways, I managed to get out of Central London in just a few minutes, still trying to hide from the authorities. But it was getting harder to move, I just couldn’t catch my breath. As I stopped behind a skip, somewhere in one of London’s more run-down areas, I figured out why.

        Investigating the strange, warm wetness running down my back, I moved my hand there. A thick, viscous wetness.

        “Oh ssssssshhhhfuck...”

        When my hand ran up, and felt the sources, I had to bite back a scream as immense pain shot through my body.

        “No… No, no, no… Nonononofucknonono…”

        Three bullet holes. One perfectly on the right side of my body. Right in my lung. The others in random spots in my back. They had scarcely missed my spine, but who knows what poor organs they had pierced. No exit wounds. I started coughing again, mixed with a choked sob or two.

        I couldn’t die here. I just couldn’t. But I also couldn’t risk moving, not with a bullet in my lung and two more god-knows-where.

        More footsteps. Coming closer. There was a soft gasp from a very familiar voice, and a low grunt from another familiar voice.

        I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

        “Hey, Evan… Sorry. Hey, Seras. Hey, Alucard. I got, uhh… I got a bit messed up, I’m sorry to say.” I let out a pained chuckle. It hurt to laugh.

        To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t hear what they talked about as they conversed amongst themselves. I could vaguely hear Seras’ question, but heard it better once she grabbed my shoulders to demand my attention.

        “I said…” She repeated. “Are. You. A virgin?”

        “What? Oh…” I grumbled softly. “Yeah, of course I am. I’m scarce two years out of uni. Had no time for any of that nonsense.”

        I couldn’t really think straight at the time. Blood loss will do that to a person.

        Alucard piped up, his baritone voice grabbing my attention more easily.

        “It seems you have a choice, then…” He spoke. “Death. Or undeath.”

        Looking up at him, I spoke back. “Something about a Robert Frost poem, right? Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less traveled, that’s made all the difference?” I pushed my cracked glasses up on my nose. “I’ll take the road less traveled if that means I get to wake up again, tomorrow.”

        The decision made, they nodded. I felt a pair of glove-covered hands grasp my head and neck, watched through the corner of my eye as Seras opened her fang-filled maw. The last thing I remembered of that day was the sensation of her fangs clamping down on my neck.

  But I woke up again, the next night.

#Hellsing #Hellsing Ultimate #AU #My Writing #Seras Victoria #Alucard #Sir Integra #Integra #Dream

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Another one of @donkeynamedeeyore‘s characters sort of washed up into my Percy Jackson fanfic. The chapters told from on of my OC’s pov but well that just cause that’s how the story is written but well, meet Serena Garcia, a six year old child who gets lost very easily:

Jamie sat by the sea happily talking to Tala. Things were getting back to a normal schedule and thanks to the necklaces that Marcy made he felt pretty safe even when his friends weren’t close by. Plus he liked having all his friends at camp now and feeling like a normal kid at summer camp. He didn’t even have to worry about ever going back home to the Pechman’s again either! Things were turning out to be rather awesome that summer.

           Just as he was saying goodbye to Tala, Jamie noticed a large wave come into the bay carrying a little Latina girl on a surfboard. She seemed very calm despite her strange entrance. Jamie watched as a hippocampus pushed the surfboard onto the shore, whinnied, and then shot off back to sea. The little girl stood up and waved to the strange sea creature, “’Bye, Mr. Seahorse! I’ll be sure to tell my teacher he taught about seahorses all wrong!”

           Jamie stared at the strange girl, and saw Tala staring equally perplexed by the girl’s entrance into camp. Jamie found his voice before the naiad did, “Uh, hi, who are you?”

           “Serena.” The girl pulled her surfboard onto the beach, “I got lost.”

           “Yeah.” Jamie agreed, “I would say so, uh, where you from?”

           “Hawaii, but Mom was checking out tide pools in South Carolina on Myrtle Beach or something while my step-Dad was teaching me to surf. He’s really good at surfing and joins in all these cool competitions! So I was learning from him. Then I got lost.” Serena smiled happily and pushed some straggling black hair from her face. She was basically covered in sea salt.

           Someone must have alerted Chiron to their strange guest since he and about half the campers came down towards the sea. The girl smiled and waved at them, she looked at Chiron, “You’re a horse too!”

           “Uh, centaur, who are you?” Chiron asked kindly.

           “I’m Serena, I already told him and you’re a stranger, so I shouldn’t talk to you.” She told Chiron happily. The centaur looked a tad surprised at this reaction, though Jamie couldn’t blame the girl; she was pretty young after all.

           Jamie nodded, “She’s from Hawaii, and was recently in South Carolina with her Mom and step-Dad before she ended up lost, which she didn’t really explain.”

           Serena grinned, “I got lost! I caught a wave like Makani said, he’s my step-Dad and he knows how to catch a wave, cause he was born in Hawaii like me, but I’m not Hawaiian like him, it’s weird! Still, I caught the wave just like Makani always does. He was teaching me and I must have caught a really good one cause this one took me sideways instead of towards the beach! It just kept going for a really long time and I eventually sat down cause it’s sort of tiring to stand that long. The seahorse came to keep me company for a while too, along with my other friend, but he’s sort of far behind.” She looked out towards the sea.

           “Friend?” Chiron pushed.

           “I can’t talk to strangers.” Serena told him, but then looked troubled, “But I can’t call on phones myself, they never work. I need you to call this number, Mr. Horse.” She held up her wrist to show Chiron a bracelet, “My Mom and Makani gave it to me because I get lost a lot. They also tell me to let everyone know that I have a very active imagination. They also say I’m a compulsive liar, but I’m telling the truth right now. Am I on a different beach now?” She turned towards Jamie to ask that.

           “Uh, you could say that. You caught a wave to New York.” Jamie was trying not to laugh. This girl was rather entertaining.

           “New York?” Serena frowned, “Is that far? Do you think I can swim back?” She looked out towards the ocean then apparently decided against it and held up her wrist again, “Can someone call my Mom? Her phone number is on my bracelet.”

           Chiron looked to be about to say something to her again, but he looked out towards the bay. Jamie saw Tala jump and disappear into the water. Irene ran towards the beach now and looked at Serena slightly concerned, “Who was your other friend, kid?”

           “Oh, he was really big! He made the wave for me!” Serena explained and looked towards the ocean, “There he is! Hi, Mr. Dragon!” She waved as a sea dragon rose from the waves staring at Camp Half-Blood.

           Jamie pulled out his poker chip and flipped it into a sword, “Uh, you brought a sea monster here?”

           “He was rather unfriendly towards the seahorse.” Serena crossed her arms and looked towards the sea dragon, “But I don’t think he’s that bad.”

           “You don’t think Cetus, a sea monster known to have terrorized ancient Greek cities and heroes is that bad!?” Luke shouted and ran to join Irene at the waterline now.

           “I like her.” Ari wasn’t far behind with her bow drawn.

           “Thanks.” Serena smiled and then waved at Cetus, “His name is Cetus? How did you know that? Hi, Cetus! We traveled really far!”

           Chiron tore his gaze from the sea dragon and looked at the small girl with pure confusion and slight concern. Nora and the rest of Jamie’s school friends came down the beach with a few other campers ready to take on the sea serpent. Nora stopped beside Serena, “Do you know fear or is this a lack of like…life experience?”

           “Hm?” Serena looked at her curiously, “Your hair is cool.”

           “I…thanks.” Nora tied her hair back preparing to fight the serpent.

           “I don’t know if I can punch that.” Holly leaned on her spear and frowned.

           “You have a spear.” Laurie pointed out.

           “We all know it’s for show. I can’t use this thing properly.” Holly shrugged and pulled on some gloves that Marcy had made with celestial bronze on the knuckles. Marcy had also made celestial bronze soles on Holly’s shoes. It was pretty cool looking actually.

           “Hey, Cetus!” Serena surprised them by running into the water a bit as the serpent lunged closer. “I don’t think these people like you much.” Irene tried to grab her unsuccessfully as she ran towards the serpent.

           Even more surprising, the serpent stopped, and tilted its head a little as Serena spoke to him. A sound rose from his throat that sounded almost like a cat purring to Jamie. It was similar to the sound that Peleus made after a camper had fed him. Serena pet the serpent’s nose and smiled, “You’re a cute little dragon, aren’t you? I’m gonna call you Nui.”

           Cetus seemed pleased by this and allowed Serena to pet his nose causing campers to lower and drop their weapons in shock. No one was really able to say anything as Serena spoke to a giant sea monster like he was just some pet she had found wandering about. Eventually Cetus sunk back into the bay and retreated away from camp. Serena turned around and looked at everybody curiously, “Nui is gone now, he says I probably won’t be able to get back to South Carolina and I should really keep asking you guys to call my Mom for me.”

           “Gods.” Jamie nearly dropped his sword as he watched Cetus’s tail breech one more time before disappearing into the sea for good.

           Ari came to her senses first, “Oh, I’m keeping her! Hell yes! Your name’s Serena, kid? What’s your Mom’s name? We’ll call her! I’ve got your back! The name’s Ari Lake! I’ll show you the ropes!”

           “No!” Chiron intervened quickly at that, physically placing Ari farther from Serena, “Serena, what’s your last name?”

           Serena frowned and studied Chiron, “Can I trust you, Mr. Horse? You are a stranger and my Mom says not to talk to strangers.”

           “I’m a centaur, and yes, you can.”

           “Centaurs don’t exist though. My Mom told me that after I told her I saw one while we were driving to South Carolina after visiting Grandma and Grandpa in Florida.” Serena crossed her arms.

           Chiron seemed to be silently praying to whichever god would grant him patience, “I’m a real life centaur, and I can help you call your Mom, I just need your last name.”

           “You were just talking to a sea serpent and you doubt the existence of centaurs!?” Knox Bradley, a son of Nike, shouted from farther up the beach, “Who is this kid?”

           “Serena Garcia!” She told Knox happily.

           “Garcia.” Chiron sighed, “And your mother?”

           “Her name is Mom.” Serena told him with so much certainty that half the kids standing by couldn’t help but laugh. They quickly muffled it though with an annoyed look from Chiron.

           “Okay, see, Serena, we don’t have phones here.” Laurie decided to take over, “None of us could get them to work even if we wanted to, I’m sure you know the feeling.”

           “Phones are dumb.” Serena agreed with her happily and then pointed to Laurie’s face. “You have two different colored eyes.”            

           “Exactly, and yes, I know, I was born like that. Here, we’re going to call your Mom, but we’d like to know her first name so we can contact her.”

           “Like through mail?” Serena asked.

           “Sort of.” Laurie thought about it for a second, “More like…through alternate phone lines.”

           “Like what?”

           “Uh, well, there’s a goddess who deals with messages through rainbows, her name is Iris, and we ask her to help us out.” Laurie explained.

           “Oh.” Serena nodded as if that made complete sense.

           “And she still doesn’t believe in centaurs.” Todd crossed his arms and smiled, clearly enjoying this.

           As if it were an afterthought to the events that had just happened, a glowing symbol of a trident appeared over Serena’s head. She stared up at it confused, “What’s that?”

           “This is Camp Half-Blood, that,” Ari motioned towards the floating golden trident, “Is your Godly parent claiming you. Seems like your Dad is Poseidon.”

           “No, my Mom always says: Tu Papá es un puta.” Serena told her with certainty, “Though, I don’t know who or what a puta is.” A couple of the kids who spoke Spanish in the camp were snickering.

           “Your Dad is Poseidon, God of the Seas. I’m guessing puta is just what he is, not who.” Ari just repeated herself; “Perhaps you should talk to your Mom about it. Kit and my Mom kept our Dad’s real identity from us too. Don’t get too hung up about it. Our Dad is Apollo, you know, God of the Sun, Archery, Poetry, Music, Art, and all things awesome?”

           Serena shrugged, “Oh, okay.”

           “Again, she’s accepting that ancient gods are real, but she doesn’t believe in centaurs.” Todd again pointed this out, but a glare from Chiron told him he better drop it.

           “So, are we calling my Mom?” She held up the bracelet on her arm again, “Weird floating things and my God Dad aside, I’d like to go home now.”

           “Right.” Chiron took over and threw a coin in the water, “Oh Great Goddess, Iris, please connect us with Serena Garcia’s mother. She won’t tell us the woman’s name, so that’s the best I can give you.”

           “Please hold.” Iris’s pre-recorded voice told them from the shimmering water.

           A moment later, a Latina woman sitting beside a man of Hawaiian descent came into view. They looked worried, but not quite as worried as most parents would be when their child disappears. Jamie found it a bit easier to believe that this girl really did get lost a lot.

           “Oh! That’s cool, you have water Skype.” Serena walked towards the image.

           “I…what? Water Skype? That’s not real.” Chiron shook his head.

           “You have it right here.” Serena motioned towards the image like he was dumb.

           “Serena! Thank goodness, where did you run off to now? Makani and I have been worried sick!” Her mother shouted at the image and then realized that she was speaking through a rainbow, “What in the world are you calling from?”

           “Water Skype!” Serena told her.

           “Iris Message.” Chiron corrected, “Hello, Ms. Garcia, I’m Chiron, the centaur, your daughter ended up in Camp Half-Blood, perhaps you were told about this place?”

           “Oh, yes, it was mentioned by Serena’s father once or twice, he never stuck around much.” Ms. Garcia frowned.

           “I told them you called him a puta!” Serena told her happily.

           Ms. Garcia grew embarrassed, “Serena! I only said that because I was frustrated with the man! Dios mios, Mija! Still, thank you for finding her, we can come pick her up soon if needed.”

           “She’s been claimed by Poseidon rather quickly, she can stay for the rest of the summer if you’d like.” Chiron explained.

           Ms. Garcia and Serena’s step-Dad shared a look before she responded, “You’ll watch her? Would you like to stay there, Serena?”

           Serena thought a moment and frowned at Chiron, “Are you really a centaur?”

           Chiron sighed, “Yes, I really am.”

           “Well, okay. So, my real Dad is around here?”

           “He’s a god, he wanders where he pleases.” Ms. Garcia waved her hand, “You’ll be safe at camp there, Mija, and it’ll be much harder for you to wander off. We’ll pick you up in August. I love you, Mija, be good for Chiron and your Dad, and for the other campers. Makani and I will finish up the beach research and he’ll tell you all about the surf competitions when you come hoem for school. Be good!” She blew a kiss and Serena waved happily as Ms. Garcia ended the call. Jamie had a feeling that the woman was probably very relieved that someone was watching her daughter; especially if Serena really did just randomly get pulled off on waves and lost all the time. For a woman who worked by the sea, not having to worry about your daughter getting pulled off with the next wave probably made her job a lot easier.

           “Okay, so, I’m staying here? That’s cool. Can I play with Nui while I’m here?”

           “How about I explain things at the Big Cabin? Irene, will you join us? She’s your cabin mate after all.” Chiron motioned towards Irene who was standing beside her brother dumbfounded.

           “Should Luke…I guess not…um, yeah, coming.” Irene walked beside Serena and Chiron as they walked off.

           “This summer just keeps getting better.” Nora grinned and watched Serena, Irene, and Chiron walk off listening to Serena arguing with Chiron over whether or not he really existed.

#story excerpt #except this is more of a #fanfic excerpt #whatever it is I'm posting it mostly for Molly's benefit #since Serena is one of her creations like Ari and Kit