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One Last Wish (A Pirateformers Fanfic)

Chapter 2: War and Fears

The Immortal Sun finally arrives on the sea border of Joka Ardhi, the homeland of their Dragonkin crewmate, Asya Mutheru. There, all is revealed about her past and why she has returned to the land that exiled her. Gathering a small army, including her polyamorous spouses Captain Elbent and Verglaust, they march across the desert to the capital to face the tyrant emperor of the kingdom, Dragon Lord Jhamal, and stop his crusade to invade the northern kingdoms before it begins… And fulfil the prophecy of the Throne of Crimson Sands.

Elbent, Verglaust, Ferrous, Indicolite/Indi and the world of Pirateformers belong to @tigracespace

Starhawk, Nova and Starstrike belong to @dimorphodon-x (I really hope I did them well XD)

Drillburst and Divot belong to @cuppajj

Blue Heron belongs to @hyraxas

Asya, Conduit, Sira, Bori and the kingdom of Joka Ardhi belong to me (But Jokani the language is actually Swahili.... you're welcome to use Google Translate for the few lines of it~)

Enjoy the long read, folks~

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“So… Is this everyone?”

Looking around the dining hall that was now remade into a momentary war planning room, Asya met the gazes of at least a quarter of the crew. Elbent stood beside her three husbands at the other side of the table, along with her father Solclave, who nearly towered over Brynjolf and Verglaust as the candlelit shadows hid his face. Around the right side of the long table, Starhawk and Starstrike stood next to Rodimus, his and Hawk's son Nova, Asya’s eldest children Conduit and Sira, the senior medic Nicole and her husband Hypnos, with Ferrous right beside Asya as he shared an anxious look with Nicole.

To her left, Blue Heron stood beside Indi as she looked equally as nervous as her brother Ferrous, with Flora easing Indi's visible worry with a webbed hand on her shoulder, as Indi and Ferrous's cousin Divot looked up to their father Drillburst with an expressionless but curious glance, as if to ask the bard “You got any idea on what’s going on here, Dad?”

Finally breaking the silence, Elbent replied to her wife from beside Drill at the far end of the table, “This is it. I wish we could have convinced more of the crew to join us, but I know we can ask Max later tonight if he wants to help us, once the curse lets him move again from his gargoyle state.”

“It’s ok. This is more than enough. I… I think I know of a way to help Max be involved without relying so much on the time of day. I’ll tell you about it later, Drill,” Asya nodded to the minstrel, the husband of the gargoyle in question. “For now… let’s get started on the plan, shall we? First, allow me to explain what we’re up against.”

Taking a scroll from the large pile of them next to her, Asya held onto the end and with a strong flap, the paper unfurled and covered the centre of the table, revealing a map of Joka Ardhi in full.

“Whoa… I’ve never seen your homeland like this before.” Rodimus confessed in awe.

“That’s because Primus has never been given permission to see my homeland fully, beyond the northern shoreline that takes up the entire bottom half on any Primus-made map, which show the port cities big enough to dock a ship our size. That’s mainly because all ships and natives of your country, Rodimus, are forbidden from touching Jokani soil. Blame it on your great grandfather, darling. He did act stupidly racist towards my grandfather, the past Dragon Lord. He-”

“Wait, what do you mean your grandfather and my great grandfather? Shouldn’t yours be… I dunno, just as old?” Rodimus asked, leaning forward with both hands on the table to face Asya.

“Uh, Roddie? Dragonkin can live much longer than humans, remember?," Elbent answered. "When your great grandfather would be in his thirties, Asya's grandfather would roughly be in the same equivalent of maturity. Physically, if my math is correct, he would have actually been nearing his nineties, by human lifespan standards.”

“And… how long can your kind live for?” Rodimus inquired curiously towards Asya.

“Five to six hundred years, sometimes a thousand if we’re powerful magic users. The oldest of my kind is the Elder Seer or the oracle of my father’s court, Kamaria. She was born just after Alunnui took the throne and became the first Dragon Lord, and then began her service as a court Seer when his son, Bakari, came of age to inherit the throne. That was nearly three thousand years ago now.”

“Th-Three?! THREE THOUSAND YEARS?! Primus almighty... How is she still alive?!” Rodimus held onto his husband blindly to stop himself from staggering back.

“Magic, a playful bit of spite, and wisdom on what wine suit the season... Well, that was what she always told me, whenever I asked her the same thing,” Asya chuckled with a nostalgic smile. “In truth, I have no idea why she hasn't deteriorated with age yet, and I stopped questioning it a long time ago. After all… she is our eyes on the front lines as well as our double agent. She sent me the letter telling me to return home and informing me of my father’s plans, long before he began to plot them.”

“How did she- Oh right, you said she’s an oracle or seer. Sorry, I forgot,” Rodimus shook off his surprise with a sigh. “Like that’s in any way normal… So wait, if the average lifespan is five hundred years for your kind… how old are you, exactly, Asya?”

“Well… I’m in my mid-thirties, by comparison to human levels of maturity.”

“And in mortal years?” Hawk pressed on, revealing himself to be just as curious as his husband.

“Ugh, just don’t react too… Yeah, you’re gonna react either way, aren’t you?,” Asya sighed heavily into her palm as it slid down her face, before she finally replied with a grumble. “… I turn seventy this month.”

“S-Se… S-Seventy," Rodimus sputtered in shock. "You… You’re only now turning seventy… Seventy. Years. Old… When you look... what did you say? Thirty? But now, you're... Nearly a full century old?”

“Yes, Rodimus, nearly a full hundred years. It'll be a quarter of my lifespan, by that point.”

“I…. but… HOW?!” Rodimus exclaimed, earning him a chuckle from a few around the table.

“The same way a siren keeps looking so divine, of course~,” Asya teased with a wink towards her wife. “For my kind, we age at a normal humanoid pace when we're born, since we are technically half human as a species, just until we reach our twenties. Normally it happens between the ages twenty-one to twenty-five, but around that point we stop developing and aging as a whole. After that, we only start to show signs of greying when we reach four hundred and turn fully grey by our fifth century of life.”

“Huh… You’re nearly as old as I am. Nice.” Verglaust nodded to himself with a soft smile.

“Now, any more questions on my kind, or can we go back to what’s at stake here?”

“Can I just ask one more?”

“Rod, we really need to-”

“Just one more question, Asya! Please?”

“… Only one, Rodimus, and no more. Ok?”

“Ok, so like… What beef did my great gramps have with your grandfather? And why did it cause the complete ban on all things Primus-related touching Jokani land?”

“…. You really want to know? Like... here? Right now? Eh, I have to warn you, darling... It might alarm you. Or rather upset you, really.”

“No no, I can take it, Asya! Please, what did my ancestors do?”

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you… When my grandfather, Alhaadi, ruled as Dragon Lord of Joka Ardhi, long before my father’s older brother took the throne, my grandfather sailed to Primus to arrange a trade union with your great grandfather. However… from what Kamaria told me when she witnessed the meeting while serving my grandfather as his Seer… Your great grandfather’s court of Primus noblemen began to mock my grandfather’s own court. Calling them savages and… Sand Monkeys, and other such names to their faces,”

Hawk suddenly coughed when Rodimus elbowed him harshly, stopping his snort mid-way from becoming a chuckle, allowing Asya to continue.

“So… When the treaty was signed, it caused an uproar for two main reasons. One… None of the Primus nobles had bothered to ask prior to this meeting for an ambassador of Joka Ardhi, in order to train them to speak fluidly in Common and become their translator. And because of their prejudice against wanting a Jokani Ambassador in their court or even to send one of their own here, they instead played a horrendously awkward guessing game in order to form the wording of the treaty. And as such, they caused the second reason for the uproar…

"The scribes of Primus’s court had given my people a new name instead of simply calling us or the country what they're already known by in their own tongue. And the reason I know all this is... well, other than me being his grandchild... Alhaadhi had learned a bit of Common. Even after revealing his minor bilingual skill to show that the Primus court really were being racist and proven thus, they still refused to change their bill or the wording on it. So… my grandfather left and immediately issued a law written in both Jokani and in broken Common, saying that no ship or person made on Primus shall ever dare to go past the ports of Joka Ardhi, unless they wish to die by Jokani hand. And to this day, your people still call us what that bill names my people and country in Common…”

“Savannians… How the hell did they get The Savannah Kingdom from Joka Ardhi?! UGH!! "The Pride of Primus honors all", my ass!!,” Rodimus grunted in frustration as he suddenly kicked the table leg. “Grampa could have changed something during his reign!! Or even Dad!! But no!! They chose to ignore the obvious, and we’re still viewed as your enemy! It’s no wonder trade between our lands was stopped so suddenly as it began! Stupid, bloody, useless-”

“Roddie! RODS!! Hey, hey!! Easy! Easy, Roddie… Easy now. It’s not your fault. You had nothing to do with what your ancestors did. It’s not your fault. There’s nothing you could have done. You didn’t know anything about this, Rodi. You're ok.” Hawk assured, holding Rodimus’s arms to keep him from kicking the table more.

“Ok, ok. I’m ok… I’m good now. I’m sorry Asya. Please, continue with your strategy plan.”

“Thank you, Rodimus. And it’s ok. We’ll fix things in our parents’ place. I’ll make sure of it…. Now then, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to discuss the magic of this land, and why it will affect our battle ahead,”

With a snap of her fingers, orange flames began to spread over her hand, but the moment she touched the scroll and spread its flames over the paper, it did not burn. Instead, the fire rose above the map and thinned out to appear like the surface of a body of water, shimmering with glittery orange light as it slowly bobbed and swirled in the air hovering over the map.

“The magic of this planet can be used like power sources in multiple ways, but magic as a whole cannot be found through just one source. There is no “mother” or any form of a first source of all magic, so to speak… Magic is all around us, and the best way to find a source is to look for what is the most plentiful where you are or where you come from… the elements. Air, water, earth, fire and the spirit. That was what I was taught as a child, and many of you I’m sure got the same lesson but told different ways to find your individual source. Prayer or faith to harness the spirit, the flora of your homeland harnessed through witchcraft, or through your birth element, to harness water or earth.

"For my kind, our element is the sun, and that's what makes the magic of my homeland so potent. Because of the sun's strength here, it grants us the elements of sand instead of regular earth, and crystals then act as a conduit for the other elements since they absorb everything through the ground. Moonstone holds the power of lunar light absorbed by the cold sands at night, while sunstone harnesses the magic of the sand from daylight, and so on and so forth. But the sand of Joka Ardi… it’s special and potent with magic for a reason,”

Gathering the orange dust like light into her hand, Asya tapped the map of the red desert kingdom.

“This entire desert used to be gold, like common desert sand. And some of it is, towards the islands that are nearest to the equator. But those within the Jokani Sea Boarder… Are as red as blood. Can you guess why?”

“Dragon blood… From the Founder’s War.” Flora pointed out.

“Exactly. More so from the Blackfire Siege. Life and death also affect the sources of magic, when too much of one side affects the ecosystem. Therefore, when the dragons fell while fleeing the Blackfire Siege, they fell as their bodies were melting… Leaving their blood and bones to be absorbed by the sands, giving the sands an unmeasurable boost of magic from their magically potent bodies to this day. As time went on, the Jokani began to draw their magic from the sands, but the dragons have always gained their power from it too, long before they fell. And that is because the sun is still an elemental source, just as strong as it was when dragons ruled the sands,”

Opening her hand, Asya allowed the dust to pour like sand from her palm and covered the entire table with it, creating a blanket of illusionary glitter over the entire surface of the table and map.

“Magic in the desert takes another form… a physical one, but also something that affects the people from the moment they’re born. It's also been recorded to affect visitors too, if they live here long enough to absorb magic like how one takes in sunlight or air into their body. But for the Jokani, they merely have to be born on the land to use this source of magic… For the sands are constantly absorbing sunlight, especially during our summers when the Midnight Sun is in effect, for as the sand absorbs the magic, it then takes the form of what you learned as mirages. For the Jokani, however… it is no mere illusion. It is, in fact, pure and raw magic that covers the surface of the sand and fills my people's veins the moment we develop into babies within our mother’s wombs… And in my tongue, we call this Jua’chawi. In yours… Sun Dust,”

To prove her point, Asya quickly sliced open her palm with a flick of her taloned finger, the crimson pooling in her hand to show the team her own blood… with flecks of glittering orange within it being revealed in the dim light.

“If one is born with extra amounts of it in their veins… They develop a gift or condition that alters their appearance and grants them an even higher amount of magic to use. Those with too much Sun Dust in their veins are known as Watoto wa Jua… Children of the Sun, or merely Sun Blessed for short. They are stronger, bigger, faster and much more powerful than any other magic users in Joka Ardhi, be they Dragonkin, human or animal. They will be born with hair, feathers or scales the colour of fire… Red, orange or yellow specifically… And no matter what they're born as, they will be the only sub-species of their kind capable of controlling fire in its most natural state,”

The moment her blood began to seep over the edge of her palm, it suddenly shimmered with light and burst into white flames, the blood immediately vanishing as it shrank towards the cut and the flames reversed the damage of the wound, healing it in seconds, before it vanished with a flicker.

“But amongst my species… Only the royal family can be Sun Blessed. And luckily it is within our favour, as my species are split into two sub-species. The Opal Dragonkin, who can wield fire that instead of burning can instead create things… Such as green fire for flowers and flora, white to heal, blue for ice, and many more along the entire rainbow spectrum of colour. All except the colours of natural fire… They belong to the Ruby Dragonkin, a pedigree carefully bred to always be born Sun Blessed only within the royal bloodline.”

“… Ok, I have to ask… Clearly an Opal can be born Sun Blessed, right? Like… is there some inhibitor that prevents the Opal Dragonkin from becoming one, or…” Blue Heron asked.

“Well, that’s actually something I’m sure has happened, but they don’t seem to show it in the way my family's pedigree do. Amongst the animals born with the Sun Blessed gene, they simply gain an incredibly strong boost in their birth element, such as the Griffons being able to control water and air, while their increased size allows them to become alphas with their distinctive features fitting their role. I think a Sun Blessed Opal Dragonkin is simply one with slightly altered features, but still bears the size and magical boost to their fire type that's increased by the Sun Blessed gene.

"Beyond that, only my family’s lineage shows the extreme lengths the gene can do to one’s whole appearance and magical capabilities, to the point that a Dragon Lord or Dragon Queen can bear multiple children that can all be Sun Blessed, but that’s a very rare thing, I can assure you. Only one out of five children born in a single generation of my family’s bloodline can become Sun Blessed. My father wasn’t, hence why he only became Dragon Lord by proxy, due to his older brother’s death.”

“So I take it only the Sun Blessed of your family are seen as worthy heirs to the throne?” Blue added.

“Exactly that. And it usually always gets passed on to the first born of every generation within my family-”

“So why isn’t Sira?” Conduit suddenly asked, gesturing to his mute Dragonkin sister, who now was her early twenties and was showing the signs of horns and a tail growing from her petite body.

Her words immediately caught in her throat, as Asya struggled to find the right answer. But to her surprise, Sira raised her hand to stop her mother and used both hands to sign her own conclusion, revealing the black tips of her slightly curved fingernails upon her calloused fingers.

“I am not a Jokani Dragonkin. Only those born on the sand of Joka Ardhi can become Sun Blessed. I was born here, on this ship, and far north. Which most likely explains my blue scales and fire. I have only a piece of the magic my mother has in her veins, since I bear her blood. And because of my birth not making me Sun Blessed, but rather a Ruby Dragonkin wielding cold but burning blue fire, I’ll never be an heir to Mama’s throne. Don’t really want to be one, anyways.”

“You can be, if you wanted to, darling.” Asya assured her mute daughter, as Sira’s father, Kevin, nodded in eager agreement.

“Nah, I plan on staying here on the ship and seeing the world you’ll create, once you become queen, Mama. I’m good, thanks.”

“… You are seriously nothing like your father, you know that, Sira?”

“HEY!!”

The blue Dragonkin chuckled at her father’s playfully offended reaction, as she tucked her bob-length braids behind her long, pointed ear and the arm of her rectangular glasses. “I’d beg to differ, Mama, but please, continue. What are the armies like, if some might be Sun Blessed?”

Letting out a long sigh, Asya gathered the fire illusion of the Sun Dust off the map and crafted more fiery illusions to take the form of three figurine sized warriors: Two identical warriors dressed like Asya in red togas and half-plate armour, but this time wielding spears and shields with a dragon shaped helmet under their hoods, and one warrior in black with a shadowing hood and long trousers instead of a toga, alongside a cape with a red handprint on it.

“There are two main lines of defence in my country… Both are two versions of the military army that protect the people and the crown. The army that protects the people and the country are known as the Morani-”

“Heh heh, moron.”

“No, Starstrike. Not moron… More-raw-nee,” Asya explained, her real Jokani accent kicking in as her tongue clicked at the “raw” sound. “They’re the most well trained warriors of my people, or more like knights if you compare them to what Primus and Unicron have. Every eldest son is sent to the camp in the east outskirts of Wajiri, the port city we’re facing right now, the moment they turn fourteen. In my culture, a boy can only be considered a man when they become a Moran first.

"If he cannot fight to defend his family, let alone his people, or is as disrespectable as a child, he is seen as unfit to be mature enough to be a man. It is also law, even more so for the male heir of the throne, to send every son before they reach their teen years to train as a Moran for two years, before they’re allowed home and be seen as an adult, let alone a man… And usually it’s followed by marriage, but thank the stars it’s not an arranged type anymore.”

“And how many are there in Wajiri?” Elbent inquired, leaning on the table to fully take in the sight of the two Moran warriors.

“In Wajiri… Anywhere between ten to thirty thousand, counting the ones in training. But that’s just the public branch… There’s also the royal guard branch, the Kifalme Morani. As an heir apparent, I trained under them to prepare for the mantle of Dragon Lord. And from my experience… they are the least of your worries. For a select few among them are more loyal to my father than any of the Kifalme Morani. Your biggest threat are the Mkono wa Bwana… The Lord’s Hand.”

The two Morani vanished with a puff of flame, allowing the last caped warrior to grow bigger and be joined by others of his guild that knelt down or stood on one leg in martial artistic ways beside him, wielding scimitars instead of spears, and all of them hiding creepy grins under their black hoods.

“The Lord’s Hand are an assassin guild that are the eyes and ears of the Dragon Lord. Anything he whispers of his desire for his kingdom, they enact it immediately. A person causing him minor strife or worry… They will immediately vanish before dawn. Taxes will immediately be paid the day they’re about to be overdue from a poor or struggling family, a bandit group all dead with their heads and bodies on display along the main roads… No one is safe from their wrath. And they only came to be when my father took the throne, the moment both my uncles were found dead, leaving my father as the only child of Alhaadi remaining.”

“The bastard clearly set it up using that guild, didn’t he?” Verglaust snarled.

“I wish I knew, my love… I never got to know him, my uncle Amani. I was born after all that went down, during my father’s… “golden age”, you could say. In truth, it was the only period of his life where things were happy under his reign. But the moment I… I started showing signs that I was not a boy, he lost everything that made him my father and a fitting ruler of the Crimson Sands. But other than his wrath… Our only concern is with the Lord’s Hand.”

“But what about the Morani? Won’t they try to stop us from reaching Oasis, since you've been exiled and are basically a... well... criminal by their laws?” Elbent inquired.

“They will… unless they’re convinced to fight with us, alongside the people. And I know how I can do just that.”

Reaching to her belt, Asya pulled out her short sword and placed it between her teeth, reaching behind her with her free hand to tie her dreadlocks back into a low ponytail before using another length of string to tie the tip of her ponytail with a bow. Holding her sword in hand once more, Asya looked down at it in both hands as her word came out wobbly and gruff, her emotions held back with her lowered tone.

“In my culture… A good leader who has ruled the land for a long time will usually grow their hair extremely long. Be they the Dragon Lord or a chieftain that governs a village or city… Those who have ruled for a long time, and created a peaceful era in his reign, will always have long braids, dreadlocks or long hair in general that is decorated to show how unwilling he is to cut it. It’s why my people will commonly have braids or dreadlocks, to keep their own hair out of their face while they let it grow undisturbed as way to respect their ruler's peaceful reign. Amani had long hair in his time, and it was always decorated with flowers and gems... fitting for a ruler named "peace",”

As Asya tightened her grip on the hilt, she let out a long, shaky sigh that caused the blade to shiver with her, her gaze refusing to rise beyond her sight on the blade before her.

“So… when war is called between two chieftains or a chieftain against the Dragon Lord… The chieftain can demand a one-on-one battle to start and end the war right there and then between only the two of them, to spare their people. In turn, the people can join him to demand the same rite by copying their chieftain to say the same thing..."We demand to see the cruel ruler off his throne". And they do that… b-by… By doing….”

The words dared not leave her throat, as tears suddenly fell onto the steel blade and down its straight, sharp length. Before Elbent or Hawk could react, their hand both reached out towards the crying Dragonkin, her blade suddenly rose and reached behind her. With quick, shallow gasps through her bared fangs to contain her sobs, Asya gritted her teeth and-

“I… I… NGH- NADAI AMANI!!!”

With a dramatic roar of an old rite and a blur of silver, the sword sliced through her ponytail of dreadlocks, the string that held it in place sliding off and allowing her uneven bob to sway freely over her face, even more so as she slammed her sword and chopped length of hair onto the table.

“Oh Primus… What did she say, exactly?” Elbent whispered to Kevin.

“The hair… Primus above, not the hair… Hm? Oh uh… Well… she said, if her Jokani lessons serve me well… I demand peace.”

“It’s what must be said, as part of the rite of my people… Before any kind of war begins,” Asya finally spoke, her face still hidden and lowered under her chopped hair. “When… When a battle is demanded by someone wishing to remove a ruler from his throne… Be they chieftain or Dragon Lord… They cut their hair to show their willingness to sacrifice everything for the right to bring peace. And when one does it before a crowd or… or presents their sacrifice before the people… the people can then become their allies by doing the same thing. If… If I can present a box of hair… to my father… No one else will need to die fighting him.”

Not a word was dared to be said, as Asya leaned heavily onto the table to stop herself from falling to her knees, her soft sobs the only sound breaking the silence.

“… Does it need to be the whole head?” Hawk suddenly asked.

“Wh… what? N-No. Just… as much as you’re willing to sacrifice. Hence why the piece hair that’s been cut off… The piece itself is called the Dhabihu, the sacrifice. What are you-”

"Hopefully I say it correctly... I TOO DEMAND PEACE!!"

With a shout from Starhawk, a hand of black hair was suddenly slammed down onto the table following another blur of silver. Looking up with teary eyes, Asya watched as Hawk, Rodimus, Nova, Verglaust, and everyone with a weapon at their belt used them to cut a piece of their hair, or as much as they could from the top of the shorter few, before Flora took out a handkerchief from her pocket and gathered all the “Dhabihu” pieces into the square cloth before tying it and handing it to Asya across the table.

“You’re not fighting this battle alone, Asya. No matter what the rite demands of you, we’ll all be demanding the right for peace alongside you. Your crazy dad is threatening our home and our lives. And that makes this our battle too… So you’d best not forget that.” Rodimus assured with a smile.

“Uh, babe?” Hawk whispered, using his string to tie back his now roughly cut long bob behind his head into a spiny ponytail.

“I know, I’ll help give it a proper trim tonight, Hawk.”

“No, uh… You kinda… Took a bit too much in the back there.”

“I said I’ll… Wait WHAT?!”

“Yeah, you’re uh… Kinda balding there, hun. I’m seeing more skin than ginger.”

Quickly taking a silver plate from nearby, Rodimus used the side of his sword to see his reflection on the plate, gasping dramatically at the sight of the bald patch on the back of his head.

“OH MY GOD!!” Rodimus exclaimed, as he covered his head with both hands and hid his face when he roughly bumped his head onto the table.

"Oh honey, it's ok!" Hawk giggled, rubbing his husband's back as Nova covered his mouth to muffle his laugh.

“Here, Rods. You can use my hat until it grows back.” Drill chuckled, handing him his beloved feather tipped hat.

The moment it reached his side of the table, Rodimus rapidly smacked his hand across to reach it blindly, attempting to feel for it with a hand that waved over the table again and again, until he finally caught the hat and slowly put it on, letting out a sound that could only be compared to the groan of a dying goat as he slid down onto the floor to hide his blush. The tension immediately lifted like a popped balloon as everyone laughed, even Asya as Elbent came over to hug her and dry the Dragonkin's eyes.

“You ok, fire lily?” She asked over the roar of laughter all around them.

“Heh… I will be. After all… I’ve a revolution to lead.”

~*~

“Is that enough water to last us the three days, do you think?”

“Elbent, we’ll be walking along a freshwater river the whole way up. It’s going to be fine.”

“But for all three days? I dunno, Asya… it sounds rather unnatural for a river to have clean drinking water.”

“Trust me, darling. Whether it’s the magic of the Sun Dust aiding in filtering it or something else entirely, something keeps the water clean and I’ve survived off it for three years after my exile began. No sickness from it either! It’s going to be ok. Now get your tiny rear in the boat already.”

“Alright! Alright, I’m moving!,” Elbent laughed as she hopped onto the large rowboat alongside Verglaust, Kevin, Brynjolf, Starhawk, Conduit and Blue Heron. “But Asya, hun… Are you ready?”

Looking over towards the horizon, to where the city of Wajiri awaited them, Asya could only sigh as she clutched her bag strap tightly. “Honestly? …. No. I’m not. But what choice do I have? Someone has to step up and be there for my people. I… I know I have to stop him, I know him best… I know what it will take to put an end to his cruelty. I just need to get the support of my people to make it happen more smoothly… No one else needs to die for my fear of facing him. No matter what happens… It ends now.”

“And we’ll be with you every step of the way.” Elbent assured, taking Asya’s hand and helping her onto the boat.

“And we’ll wait here for your signal, Mama.” Ferrous assured, hugging his toddler aged, Dragonkin brother, Bori, close to his side, as the infant nuzzled his cheeks of white scales against Ferrous's hip while whimpering nervously

“You and your Grandfather are in charge while we’re away, alright darling? And no matter what happens, do not bring the ship past that rock until I fire the flare to signal you to begin the evacuation of Wajiri. And the moment every Jokani is on board, keep away from the port and keep everyone safe. The Oasis city folk will come to Wajiri in six days, so all you need to do is to keep an eye on them from the ship, until our return… Hopefully. Got it?” Asya ordered, as the boat was slowly lowered onto the water and began to be rowed away from the ship.

“Got it, Mama! You can count on me.” Ferrous assured, smiling smugly with determination…

A smile that quickly vanished the moment Bori slipped from his grip and peered over the side of the ship, wailing at the top of his lungs as he called out to his Mama Asya and Baba Verglaust. Blue and Hawk paused their rowing to look up at the toddler’s cries, at Divot quickly picked him up to carry him away from the side of the deck for his own safety, a lesson they learned long ago judging by their hurried pace. Asya’s shuddered breathing drew their attention from the ship and the echoing cries of the toddler, as the orange Dragonkin placed her bag down and gripped the boat tightly, her talons immediately piercing holes through the wood from her sheer strength alone.

“Asya… It’s ok. Go to him. We’ll go on ahead and let you catch up… It’ll give you a chance to find your well-deserved dramatic entrance after forty years of being away.” Verglaust assured, hugging his wife from behind.

“A-Are you sure? I don’t exactly want you guys to enter Wajiri alone. I mean you don’t even speak Jokani, except Kevin.”

“Asya, it’s fine! We all brushed up on it thanks to you and Kevin, so we know enough to get by,” Brynjolf smiled as he suddenly picked Asya up. “Now, stop dawdling… Na nenda kwa WATOTO WAKO!!!”

“Bryn? When did you learn Jokan-AAH!! BRYN!! BRYN WAIT!! WAITWAITWA-AAAHHHHH!!!”

Asya could only squeal as she was thrown from the boat, across the water and onto the ship, crashing loudly into something wooden. Verglaust, Kevin and Elbent immediately snapped around to glare at their husband, who shrugged innocently.

“WHAT?! Someone should comfort the kids, right?”

“Did you have to throw her so hard?! She could have just asked Apo or Conduit to fly her over!!” Elbent snapped.

“Oh it's fine! Besides, Apo can be her big entrance!” Brynjolf smiled smugly with a flick of his mop of silver hair.

“Ugh, fine. But next time, warn her and us about your idea of throwing her like a rock.” Elbent huffed as she sat down and crossed her arms, Verglaust sitting beside her and rubbing her back to soothe her nervous leg tapping.

“I promise, love… Just thought it would be handy using my half-giant strength for once.”

“Uuugghh, I swear you and Asya are worse braggers than Kevin, sometimes.” Elbent groaned with a sigh.

“Bu- I am RIGHT HERE!!” Kevin gestured to himself with both hands on his chest, before he too sat down beside Brynjolf with a sigh, his gaze returning to the ship.

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............

“… You think she’ll be ok?” Ferrous asked Flora beside him, watching the boat slowly row away from the ship, as Bori wailed and slammed his tiny fists against Divot’s back whilst over their shoulder.

“If I know your mom well enough after all this time, I’d say as long as your birth mom and your parents all stick together, she’ll be ok.” Flora assured, resting her head on Ferrous’s shoulder.

“I hope-,”

“…aaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!,” A scream and a blur of orange suddenly flew overhead, causing Rodimus nearby to scream while frantically running in zig-zags trying to figure out where to go, before he finally jumped out of the way, just as it landed with a loud crash in a pile of boxes behind them. “…. Ow.”

“… so? Uh... was that... Mama Asya?”

Rushing over towards the pile of broken wood, Ferrous, Flora, Rodimus, Starstrike, Divot and the now quiet Bori all crept closer to the crash site… to see a dizzy and grumbling Asya emerge from the rubble. “Ugh, that cheeky, giant fu- Uuuhhh… Hi, darlings.”

“Mama Asya? What are you doing here?! Why aren’t you going with Mom and the others?” Ferrous queried.

“And how the hell are you still alive?!” Rodimus exclaimed, brushing off some wood chips from the crushed crates.

“I… Ugh, ow… I came to say a proper goodbye to Bori and the rest of the kids, to make sure you were all ok before I left.” Asya groaned as she stretched out her back, letting a few more pieces of wood fall from her shoulders and horns as she did so.

“By… flying with Apo’s borrowed wings? Or…”

“Brynjolf threw me.”

“Ah, that makes more sense.”

Laughing at the absurdity of it all, with Starstrike rolling his eyes as he walked away with Flora to give the two space, Asya and Ferrous were soon interrupted by another wail, as Divot finally placed Bori down and allowed him to toddle over to Asya as he ran to her. With a smile instantly blooming on her face, she knelt down to scoop him up into her arms.

“Shhh, it’s ok. It’s alright, darling. Mama’s here,” Asya softly whispered to her hybrid child, rocking him gently despite his size becoming far too encumbered for her to more easily hold. “Ngh, you’re starting to grow as big as your Baba, aren’t you, sweetpea?”

“Um… Mom?” Ferrous timidly interrupted, fiddling with his hat he held on his lap as he stepped towards Asya.

“Shh shh, it’ll be ok, darling. Hm? Oh, is everything ok, little flame?”

“I… Ok, forgive me, but I have to ask … Mom, are you leaving the ship? Like… for good?”

“… Ferrous, I…,” Struggling to find the right words, she gently placed Bori down and kept him close with her tail, allowing him to hug it as she stepped forward to gently cup Ferrous’s cheek and wipe away a stray tear with her thumb, being extremely cautious with her talon fingernail. “Honey… I’ll be honest too… I don’t know when I’ll be back. But whatever happens once I reach Oasis… I’ll have to stay here in Joka Ardhi, to fix what’s been broken, both by the battle ahead and what my father did to my home. I… I’ve been avoiding this day for most of my life, and I’m terrified of what awaits for me at the end of this journey. It’s been a journey that I… I’ve been too scared to start, and I’m honestly still scared now, when I know I need to be brave. Not just for my sake, but for the people that are relying on me to do the right thing. Both the Jokani… and the people that have come to depend on me here on this ship.

"And the right thing, Ferrous… it might cost me my life, even if I succeed. And I’m so scared of never being able to see you or my babies ever again. I wish I could act brave for you, Ferrous… But I just can’t. I don’t have the strength to pretend that everything will work out. I have no idea what will happen... and I'm so scared.”

“Oh Mom, hey, hey, it’s ok! It’s gonna be ok. I know it will,” Ferrous pulled Asya in for a tight hug, burying his face into her shoulder as the ebony Dragonkin continued to cry. “You got Ma and the Dads supporting you, Uncle Blue who literally cannot die, Uncle Hawk will help protect you, and you got us. I know you don’t want to involve us in your battle in fear of us… you know… losing… But we can help, Mom! We can fight alongside you.”

“NO!!! Stars above, Ferrous, I can’t let you do that! I’d never forgive myself if I saw you on the battlefield. No… Ferrous, listen to me,” Standing back, Asya held Ferrous by both his shoulders as she stared him down with a serious glare and tone of voice. “Ferrous O’Murchadha-Mutheru… You are going to inherit the mantle of captain, not just because we want you to… but because you consented to accept it, and because you are worthy of such a title and responsibility. And should we succeed in this mission… you will be a prince by proxy. Too much is already on your shoulders, on this day alone…

"So I only ask that you be our last line of defence against my father. If we cannot stop him, and you receive the signal from Conduit… You must stand ready to kill him, no matter what. He cannot leave this country, let alone enter these seas… And you must stop him if we cannot. That… is all I will ask of you to help me with. That will be your battle. But I pray to the Evenstar that it never comes to that… But I know I must tell you to prepare either way.”

“Don’t worry, Asya… You can count on us.” Rodimus assured, placing a hand on her shoulder to share a reassuring smile with her and Ferrous.

Letting out a long sigh, Asya soon fell to her knees to pull Bori close, allowing him and Ferrous to hug her as she once more broke down into a fit of tears. Slowly but surely, Sira, Indi, even Conduit as he flew on board from the boat with his silent leathery wings, the five children of Asya, Elbent, Kevin, Brynjolf and Verglaust all approached and surrounded the maternal Dragonkin in a massive hug, allowing her to cry until she could cry no more… and sigh happily as she melted into the embrace of her children.

“Thank you, darlings… Thank you all.” Asya sniffled, holding the young adult children close as Bori purred while nuzzling his mother’s cheek.

The sirens Ferrous and Indi finally stepped back, allowing the curse-born crystal gargoyle Conduit and blue Dragonkin Sira to pick up Bori, in order to completely free Asya from the dog pile of her brood. The moment she was back on her feet, or rather paws, she immediately pulled them back in for one last squeeze.

“I’m so proud of you, my beautiful babies!”

“Ugh, Mama!” Conduit groaned, but immediately chuckled as he wrapped his wings around his family.

Finally, Asya stepped away to place a kiss onto each child, before she handed Bori to Indi and made her way to the edge of the deck, pausing to turn around and face the crew once more.

“Everyone of the Immortal Sun… Thank you. Thank you for accepting me, and for being my home for so many decades. Now… I ask only that you become the home for my children and their next generation to come. I… I’ll miss this ship with all my heart, but I’ll never regret the memories I made here. Thank you, everyone… For everything.”

With a smile and a stray tear trickling down her cheek again, Asya watched as Conduit flew ahead back to the boat with Elbent and the others of their team. And, with Ferrous and the others waving from the ship, with Solclave holding his shoulder beside him, they watched as the ship rowed further and further away, towards Joka Ardhi before Asya stepped back and made a running jump, leaping from the ship and becoming a fiery comet to soar over the sea, towards the city of Wajiri...

Towards the pier that Asya fled from over forty years ago.

#pirateformers au #ezra iolite og work #long read #One Last Wish series

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auraboo · 2 years

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Could you tell me about ajanvaeltaja?

*cracks knuckles* I'm glad you asked!

The working title roughly translates to "wanderer of time". Now this is a weird one - it features some characters I haven't legit touched in nearly 20 years, and tropes I rarely dabble in nowadays: time travel, isekai, and science fantasy. And the protagonist is straight! (I'm mostly a medieval high fantasy kinda gal and pretty much all my other protags are queer)

Ajanvaeltaja/Wanderer of Time follows my oldest OC of all time, Niina, who's a Finnish young woman from 1999 Tampere who, for reasons beyond her understanding, ends up stranded in a 41st century police state with... strange individuals for company. Such as the authoritarian young king of the said police state who has magic powers.

This mf on the right with the long flowy white anime hair ----^

So the thing is, my childhood bestie and I came up with the characters and the world when we were like 9, and I've fallen out of touch with him a long time ago, so essentially what I'm writing is fanfic of these characters. Niina is mine, but her long-time crush/sort of bestie/sort of enemy/what-have-you Sefairo is my friend's, and I'm super nostalgic about these characters, so now I intend to make all the shippy things happen that my 9-year old heart once desired that never did happen in the story.

Wanderer of Time is currently a short story wip, following Niina's return to the 41st century after the king falls into a coma and his servants are certain that Niina has some ideas how to help him! ...except she doesn't, and while the initially terrifying Sefairo did have some character development and isn't as much of a dick as he was upon their first meeting, Niina really doesn't know him well enough to guess at what could be wrong. Not to mention that while she's seen enough weird stuff now that she's, begrudgingly, accepting that magic might be real, she doesn't have any powers herself. Eventually things happen and she solves the mystery, and her new life in this strange new world with a powerful friend and ally in tow really begins. I intend to write more short stories set in the same world eventually, covering important relationships and events, but the whole story spans over 3 decades, probably several hundred characters, and is just way too long to be made into a proper long form story. ^^;

Here's a little snippet (in Finnish) from the wip!

Lasiovet liukuivat auki itsestään, kun mies täydessä sotilaspuvussa käveli sisään. Tämä kosketti ohimollaan olevaa nappia ja silmikko hävisi kuin sulaen pois, paljastaen Egonin tutut kasvot. Hän näytti väsyneemmältä kuin Niina muisti hänen koskaan näyttäneen. ”Onko uutisia?” hän kysyi, vaikka tiesi jo vastauksen. Monitorit näyttivät samoja tasaisia käyriä kuin ennen, eikä missään näkynyt ainuttakaan lääkintähenkilökunnan edustajaa, vaikka joku varmasti tarkkaili kameroiden kautta huonetta kellon ympäri. Se puhui selvää kieltään, ettei kuninkaan tilassa ollut tapahtunut käännettä parempaan – tai sen puoleen pahempaankaan. Niina pudisti päätään. Hän tunsi jalkojensa puutuneen tuntikausien istumisen jäljiltä, mutta ajatus poistumisesta tuntui lähes yhtä pahalta kuin tämän loputtoman, yksinäisen valvomisen jatkaminen. Huone oli aavemaisen hiljainen. Yksi asia neljätuhattaluvun teknologiassa häiritsi häntä erityisen paljon: se, kuinka hiljaisia kaikki laitteet olivat. Mikään niistä ei pitänyt minkäänlaista vaimeaa huminaa, joka olisi kertonut niiden olevan päällä. Edes ilmanvaihtojärjestelmä ei pitänyt ääntäkään – Niina oli varma, että rakennuksessa täytyi olla sellainen vaikkei venttiileistä kuulunut pihaustakaan, sillä lämpötila pysyi vuorokauden- ja vuodenajoista piittaamatta aina samana. Kaikki oli kätketty saumattomien seinäpaneelien taakse, eikä kaapeleita näkynyt missään. Se teki tiloista kliinisiä ja steriilejä tavalla, joka tuntui väärältä. Vain sydänkäyrää mittaava laite, josta kulki ohut kaapeli sängyllä makaavan miehen paidan alle, välkytti magentanpunaista valoaan ja kertoi sen olevan toiminnassa. Typerä kapistus ei edes piipannut. Välkkyvä valo heijastui Sefairon kalpeista, ilmeettömistä kasvoista ja sai Niinan päänsäryn pahenemaan. ”Menisit lepäämään,” Egon sanoi, kun tyttö ei hievahtanutkaan. Hän tuijotti rävähtämättä kuninkaan kasvoja kuin yrittäen silkalla ajatuksen voimalla pakottaa tämän hereille. ”Olet ollut täällä koko illan.” Niina nyökkäsi. ”Yritin puhua hänelle.” Hän ei lisännyt itsestäänselvää asiaa, jonka Egon itse oli hänelle kertonut: että sitä tarkoitusta varten hänet oli raahattu tänne. Tytön ääni oli väritön. Viisi vuotta oli kulunut Metropolissa, mutta Niina oli samanlainen kuin millaisena Egon muisti hänet tavattuaan hänet ensikertaa. Vakava ja hiljainen. Pelko oli onneksi kadonnut tämän vihreistä silmistä. Sen tilalle oli tullut aivan toisenlainen huoli, jota Egon ei tunnistanut. Egon siirsi painoaan toiselle jalalle. ”Lääkärit sanoivat, että hänen majesteettinsa saattaa kuulla äänemme.” Hän astui lähemmäs ja laski kätensä tytön olkapäälle, sanoen pehmeämmin, ”et voi tehdä hänen hyväkseen enempää. Mene lepäämään. Lähetän jonkun hakemaan sinua, jos jotain tapahtuu.”

#asks #ask meme #writerwhat #aura's ocs #welp tumblr REFUSES to let the read more work so unfortunately i can't place it under a cut #sorry :/#long post

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"Hiukses on ihan sekaisin".

Suomi-versio Enstarsin Ibarasta ja Nagisasta. Ibara = Iiro, Nagisa = Nuutti.

Syksyltä 2022 pätkä, joka on ainoa, joka ei jäänyt hajonneelle kovolle.

Part of a Finnish fanfic that contains Finnish AU's Ibara and Nagisa.

Edessäni seisova Nuutti katsoi minuun hymyillen lempeästi ja kutsuvasti. “Annas, kun mie halaan sinuu.” Pysyin aloillani tavallisen ryhdikkäänä, enkä tehnyt elettäkään mahdollistaakseni Nuutin halausta. En ymmärtänyt Nuutin halua halata minua. Olimmehan me toki olleet kavereita lapsuudestamme saakka, mutta en minä tämmöisiä ymmärtänyt. En me nyt mielestämme missään halausväleissä olleet. Halaukset kuuluivat suuriin juhliin - häihin, hautajaisiin ja konfirmaatioon - eikä niillä ollut tekemistä arkielämän kanssa. Lopulta päädyin hymähtämään jotakin epämääräistä vastaukseksi, mikä kaiketi oli riittävää Nuutille. Hän ottikin askeleen kohti minua ja nappasi minut halaukseensa. En osannut tehdä mitään, sillä tämä erosi niin paljon niistä halauksista, joita vaihdettiin nopeasti edellä mainitsemissani juhlissa. Nuutti lopulta päästi minusta irti ja istahti sohvalleni. “Mistä moinen idea nyt kumpusi?” kysäisin. Hän ei kuitenkaan vastannut mitään, vaan otti kaukosäätimen käteensä ja laittoi television päälle. Sieltä tuli parahiksi jokin kivistä kertova dokumentti, tai ainakin sen alkujuonto. “Jes, ehdittiin hyvin ennen sen alkua.” Päättelin, ettei Nuutistä nyt irtoaisi muuta informaatiota tai minkäänlaista vastausta, joten päätin antaa olla. Siirryin itsekin sohvalle ja asettauduin istumaan sohvan toiseen reunaan. “Mites sulla on töissä mennyt?” Kurkkuni tuntui kuivalta, ja tiesin kuulostavani tylsältä varsinkin Nuutin katsomaan kividokkariin verrattuna. “Iha jees”, Nuutti vastasi. Vilkaisin häntä. Hän oli nojautunut eteenpäin, aivan kuin se auttaisi häntä näkemään paremmin television. Vaikka me olimmekin tavallaan läheisiä, jos niin pystyi nyt sanomaan, en oikeastaan tietänyt Nuutista paljon mitään. Hän eli vielä vanhempiensa luona, hän oli minun ikäisenä ja piti kivistä. Lisäksi hän sai minulta pätkätöitä aina silloin tällöin, jos sellaisia hänelle löytyi. Hän ei tainnut olla opiskellut oikeastaan mitään peruskoulun jälkeen. Tai ainakaan minä en tiennyt, mitä hän oli tehnyt sillä välin, kun minä olin käynyt opiskelemassa Helsingissä kauppiksessa. Tietyllä tavalla kuitenkin halusin tietää lisää, mutta se tuntui jotenkin sopimattomalta. Olimme vain kavereita. Mutta Nuutti oli jostain syystä pysynyt elämässäni kaikista muutoksista huolimatta siinä missä kaikki muut olivat vaihtuneet toisiin. Siksi oli outoa se, että me tunsimme toisemme hyvin, mutta samalla emme lainkaan. Tai siltä se ainakin minusta tuntui. Katsoin Nuuttia pitkään. Hänen pitkät, hopeiset hiuksensa kiemurtelivat ympäriinsä. “Sun hiukset on takussa”, tokaisin hiljaa aivan huomaamattani. Nuutti keskittyi televisioon eikä sanonut hetkeen mitään. Hetken ajan minun teki mieli jättää asia sikseen. Ei Nuutin hiukset olleet minun asiani. Hän ei ollut velkaa minulle sitä, että hänen hiuksensa olisivat siistit. “Nuutti?” Hän hätkähti katsomaan minua, mikä oli suuri ihme. “Sanoits sie jotakin?” Nielaisin. “Joo, sanoin. Että sun hiukses on ihan sekasin.” Nuutti naurahti hiljaa. “Onks sulla harjaa?” Nyökkäsin. Nopeasti lähdin kävelemään kohti vessaani, jossa pidin kampaani. Se ei ollut harja, mutta sai nyt kelvata. Palasin sen kanssa takaisin Nuutin luo. Istahdin sohvalle. Käteni toimivat kuin automaattisesti ja aivan huomaamattani olin alkanut kammata hellästi Nuutin tukasta takkuja pois. “Kiitos.”

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dansmonterrier · 2 years

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Cette semaine, j’aurai donc posté l’épisode d’introduction de Ceux qui restent. J’ai l’impression que ça fait une éternité que je n’avais rien posté de neuf en fic originale. Surtout, j’ai un peu dû me faire violence pour me limiter, niveau relectures, tout ça, tout ça. Avec la fic originale, j’ai un peu trop tendance à m’embarquer dans des trucs sans fin, à me dire “allez, encore une dernière relecture, juste une dernière” et de ne jamais rien vraiment finir, du coup.

Là, je me suis limité à trois relectures (Ce qui est toujours une de plus que pour la fanfic) eeeeet... même si je sais que certains trucs auraient pu être améliorés, tout ça, tout ça, je vais m’en contenter.

Sinon, j’ai réactivé la visibilité normale pour mes fics. Je pensais attendre encore un peu, que ça fasse au moins un mois, plus si j’en avais besoin, mais... ça va plutôt bien, en ce moment.

En vrai, y a moyen que je les repasse en visibilité restreinte à certains moments. Notamment pendant les périodes où j’entendrai un peu trop parler du Kudo bot ou quand mes angoisses reviendront m’ennuyer. Mais en attendant…

Aussi ! Je posterai donc la fin de mon Joka/Ghadius (À vos côtés) la semaine prochaine. J’espérais que ça se ferait cette semaine, mais... bon, j’ai encore du boulot et je n’ai pas envie de tout retravailler dans la précipitation.

Et la semaine d’après, j’imagine que je vais pouvoir réactiver mon Reeve/Vincent (À l’occasion d’un verre). Il doit juste me rester deux chapitres à écrire avant d’en voir le bout... et le plus dur est enfin derrière moi. Alors, ouip, ouip, ouip ! Ca devrait pouvoir le faire !

#Update

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makahimetenshi · 2 years

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i just wanna remember that i have an omegaverse Jotakak fanfic

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14007503/1/Looking-for-something

Kakyoin Noriaki is 35 years old omega who is looking for the perfect alpha to give him his first son, since he didnt have an actual partner of his he goes hunting to find the right man to the task...

so i made some art to conceptualize

#kakyoin noriaki #jotakak #jotakak fanfic #omegaverse #alpha x omega #joka #joka fanfic #jojo #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #makahimefanfic #makahimeart #kujo jotaro #jotaro x kakyoin

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chocolate3cake · 3 years

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Right Through My Head

Star, Hierophant, Magician, Chariot and Hermit, and Iggy the plastic dog - together they make up the Stardust Crusaders. The Speedwagon Foundation's first all-knowing, all-wisecracking spy teamup. And no matter what Joseph would have you believe, they aren't the Scooby Gang.

jotakak (main) / avpol (implied)

basically the stardust crusaders are a spy team. shenanigans ensue.

(i’ll write more for this AU if I get enough interest!)

#jojos bizarre adventure #JoJo no Kimyō na Bōken #jojo fanfic #Jojo Part 3 #Stardust Crusaders #Jotaro Kujo #Noriaki Kakyoin #Jean Pierre Polnareff #Mohammed Avdol #Joseph Joestar #part 3 joseph #jotaro x kakyoin #jotakak #joka #avpol #Avdol x Polnareff

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under-snow-vixen · 3 years

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someone talk me out of this

#thats about 118 panels. i have not done a comic anywhere close to this scale before #its not even my own writing its an adaptation of someone elses crossover fanfic #but its a VERY GOOD crossover fanfic #im joking btw ill probably run out of steam #and theres N O WAY im doing the whole fic #its a fun exercise tho #i get to draw tha joka DYING babey #ive never drawn him before lol

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reneeissancefool · 4 years

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#lol yritän suunnitella yhteen pelidraftiin juonta ja miulle väitettiin et miun idea on muka plot hole ???#koska niinku ajatus on et pelaajan pitää osata vieraskielisen audion perusteella valita oikee suunta risteyksessä #jos ei niin saat randomeventin jossa näät koiran ja vähän sen jälkeen näät omistajan joka kysyy mihin koira meni #annat ohjeet #ja sit palaat takas siihen risteykseen ja meet oikeeseen suuntaan #sit päädyt oikeaan paikkaan missä siun kamu jo oottaa sua #ja TÄDÄÄ siellä sen kanssa on sen toinen kamu joka nyt vaan __sattuu__ olemaan sama tyyppi jota autoit aiemmin #ONKO PLOT HOLE???#miusta ois häiritsevämpää jos pelaaja _ei_ sais tietää mitä koiranomistajalle kävi 🤷‍♀️#näköjään asioiden selittäminen on plot hole?#mut niinku lol jos oon väärässä nii pls let me know #mut niinku en tajua miten toi muka voi mitenkään olla plot hole tai epäuskottavaa #koska en mie nyt ainakaan tiedä miun ystävien kaikkia muita ystäviä #olisin enemmän huolissani jos tietäisin :D #mystuff #(mut joo niinku on toi vähän sellanen fanfic tyylinen ~tosi outo sattuma~ mut niinku jos se on se mikä häiritsee nii sit sanoo niin)#(eikä rupee näkeen juoniaukkoja siellä missä niitä ei todennäköisesti ole)

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the-best-kung-fu · 1 year

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HAPTER 2 OF “HEAVEN’S ON FIRE” IS UP!!!!! ⭐️🍒 🇺🇸 English version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46057486/chapters/116373562 🇧🇷 Versão PT-BR: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/heavens-on-fire-24761126/capitulo2

#承花 #jotakak #joka #noritaro #fanfic #fanart #jjba fanart #jjba fanfic #omegaverse #jojos bizarre adventure #my art

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vilijonne · 6 years

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Taas on arkistoitu. Lehto ilmaantuu ovelle ja Riitaojan äiti on huolissaan.

#lehto #riitaoja #lehto/riitaoja #riitaoja/lehto #traagiset pojat #ahvenasquad #riitaojan äiti #lapsia ne kaikki olivat #riittiksen mutsi on niinku minä #sota on lastensuojelurikos #ei saa kiusata pieniä poikia #riitalehto #fix it #lähetti tuli ajoissa - AU #fanfic #tuntematon sotilas #tuntsa #musta tuntuu että joka postauksessa on aina vaan enemmän tägejä

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thereaderinsertlady · 2 years

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OKAY OKAY OKAY DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE VIDEO GAME JESTERS-- DIMENTIO, MARX, JEVIL, AND EEESPECIALLY JOKA ARE ALL EXTREMELY UNDER-FUCKIN-RATED CHARACTERS. DIMENTIO? HAS LIKE 5 READER INSERTS. JEVIL? HAS MAYBE 30. MARX? MAYBE 3. MAYBE. AND THEN JOKA LITERALLY HAS NONE. LIKE, ZERO READER INSERT FANFICS. HE'S THE CUTEST MF OUT OF THE JESTERS, AND THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING READER INSERTS OF HIM. READER INSERT LADY YOU'VE GOOOTTA HELP ME OUT HERE PLSPLSPLS--

Omg I love all the video game jesters sososo much. Joka and Dimentio easily make it on my top 20 most favorite character list. I love Marx and Jevil as well, but not as much as Joka and Dimmy. (Still adore Marx and Jevil tho 💞). I've been starving for content tooooo 🥺 If anyone wanted to get me a Valentine's Day present, a reader insert fic or drawing of Joka or Dimmy would make my world.

I definitely would have written something for all the jesters for you, anon, but I've been working so hard on all the Valentine's Day gifts, I just don't have time for it. So, nothing for you... is what I WOULD say, if I didn’t care about each and every one of you suckers! So have some headcanons ya turkey, and happy early Valentine's Day!

Marx x Reader Headcanons

Marx absolutely adored you when he first met you. It was something about your personality that made him so incredibly attracted. The way you talked to others— even the way you walked around just made his little heart flutter.

He wasn't nervous to talk to you, not at all. He was able to easily have a long conversation with you, and he was able to play a few games as well! He really liked playing games and having fun with you.

He often has dreams about you as well. Very detailed dreams, and he managed to remember every single last one of them. Even just thinking about one of the dreams makes his heart pound!

When he confessed his affection towards you, he was very... cheesy about it. However, you didn’t seem to mind. You didn’t mind at all... That only made him even more attracted to you.

Maybe a year after you two got together, he began to spill some of his... more darker and secretive thoughts. He honestly believed that you'd think of him to be some psychopath, but surprisingly, you still didn’t seem to care! You even seem to encourage his 'naughty' behavior!

"Mhm, and how would you kill these people? Would you kill them quickly, like... slice open their throat? Or would you rather torture them first?"

Marx knew he liked you when he first met you.

Jevil x Reader Headcanons

Oh you were just so cute, cute! As you talked with Jevil more and more, he thought you looked more and more cuter. It was an endless cycle, but this is one that he didn’t mind!

Jevil wasn't obvious about the fact that he liked you (or so he thought), but one day you came up to him and boldly asked;

"Do you love me, Jevil?"

In that moment, he was extremely tempted to say no just so he could see your reaction, but he managed to answer honestly.

"Of course, of course! Why wouldn't I love a cute face like yours?"

Ever since that day happened, you and him have been on several dates. Jevil's most favorite date was when you two headed to the famous milkshake shop in the city. In typical romantic fashion, you two shared a milkshake. However, that wasn't his favorite part about the date, oh, most certainly not! His most favorite part was when he gave a... 'polite' smile to a person that was staring straight at you two, and they ran away! You asked him what was so funny, but he couldn't stop laughing!

Now, whenever you two hang out in public, he keeps his tail wrapped around either your wrist or your thigh, just to let everyone know that you belonged— err, that you were with him!

Dimentio x Reader Headcanons

Like a bee to a spring flower, Dimentio liked hanging around you. He hasn't felt this way towards anyone else, so needless to say, he didn’t know what the feeling was at first. Oh, but soon enough, he found out what it was. And certainly not because he read Mimi's diary, oh most certainly not because of that!

...Anyways, he had to learn more about you. So, with that in mind, he decided to snoop around a little, and kept a good eye on you. However, while he was... keeping a good eye on you, you ended up catching him.

"Why are you stalking me?" You said with a pout, walking up to him.

Dimentio gave a sly chuckle. "I am not stalking you! Rather, I am simply... observing you."

"Mhm. Well, while you're doing that, can you do me a favor and change the light bulb in the fridge?"

"Why of course!" He grinned, and went over to the fridge... only to find that the light bulb didn't need to be changed. Instead, there was a note, aaand that note revealed your true feelings for him. Hm. Is this what embarrassment feels like? Oh, but it was sweeter than embarrassment, like the frosting on a cupcake... Ah, he was blushing.

After that... ahem, delightful event, you and him went on a dinner date of sorts, which went swimmingly. That date led to another date, and then another, and then another, and... You grew incredibly comfortable with him as time went on, and now a date would be considered as a movie night on the couch at your place with you in nothing but a pair of underwear... not that he minded, of course.

Joka x Reader Headcan... wait a minute, this isn't a headcanon!

That's right, this isn't a headcanon at all! Despite being balls deep in Valentine's Day asks, the Reader Insert Lady manages to create what is (probably) the first ever Joka x Reader oneshot! Here's the link for it on ao3. It may not be the best piece of fiction, nor the longest, but damn it, it's something! Us Joka lovers shall go hungry no longer! And now, we can finally say that yes, there is a reader insert fanfic of Joka! So, without further ado:

Joka x Reader - Red Teeth

“Hey, um... I like your red teeth.”

Joka blinked once, twice, before slowly squinting at you. “Wh... What?”

A few months have passed since the death of Ghadius, as well as Joka’s own near-death experience. He received a multitude of grievous wounds from a... certain battle, and he really didn’t expect to make it out alive. However, he didn’t escape death without a small price, unfortunately. He received a few more than uncanny scars, and his face had several ‘cracks’ that were unsightly to the eyes. Right now, though, he was heading into town to go to the grocery store. He wore a long thick cloak that covered most of his body, and he hadn’t expected to come across anyone on his way there. It was... oddly domestic of him, in all honesty. He never thought he’d be here, getting groceries of all things, but... here he was, despite losing to those meddling brats—

“I like your, uh, your red teeth,” you repeated, likely figuring that he didn’t hear you the first time. After another short pause, you gave a weak smile. “I think they look nice.”

Joka stared at you for a moment longer before what you said fully registered to him. “You... You WHAT?! But... you know who I am, right?” He said, starting to get a bit anxious.

When Ghadius was still alive, Joka would be beaming with confidence, but... as of right now?

Joka took a step back as he pulled the hood of his cloak more over his face, readying himself for... for whatever you had planned. Nobody would ever say anything like that to him, especially after what happened. And, since you saw his red teeth, you must have recognized who he was. Was this some... some ploy to distract him, perhaps? Because if it was, he wasn’t gonna fall for—

“Yeah, I... know who you are.”

His tail flicked against the ground nervously, and he took another step back. “Oh yeah?” He said, swallowing hard. “Well... go on! Whatchu gonna do about it? Are... Are ya gonna pull out a-a-a knife, and dice me up like some freshly picked tomatoes?!”

You frowned, and immediately shook your head. “No, of course not!”

Joka... scoffed as he crossed his arms. “Well, what are ya gonna do?” A brief moment of silence passed, and he tapped his foot against the ground, trying to keep up his semi-confident charade up. “C’mon, get on with it! Don’t keep me waiting— I haven’t got all day!”

Your frown deepened. “I’m not going to hurt you...”

Joka gave you a wary look. “Oh yeah? Prove it!”

...Slowly, you pursed your lips while furrowing your brow. “How can I prove to you that I won’t hurt you?”

…

...Joka shrugged.

You lightly huffed. “That’s not very helpful.”

He grunted loudly. “You’re not helpin’ your case here, brat!”

“I just don’t know what to do! Should I... get you some flowers, or something? Do you like flowers?”

He scoffed. “You think I would like some flowers?!”

“Would you?!”

...Joka paused, rubbing his chin as he thought about it. “Actually, I guess I wouldn’t mind gettin' some flowers. Especially the ones that are more expensive.”

You softly pouted, folding your arms across your chest. “Well... too bad! I’m not getting you any flowers, you... you meanie.”

“Ya just said you would, brat!”

“I-I never said that I would, I just asked if I should!”

Joka lightly growled as a surge of anger pulsed through him, before stomping up to you. He stopped maybe a few inches away from you, and jabbed your chest with his index finger as he spoke. “Why, you little brat! First, you come up to me completely out of the blue, then you try to prove your innocence, and nooow you do this?! Why I outta, outta...”

Joka noticed the tears building in the corner of your eyes, and to him, that felt like a punch to the gut. Guilt immediately engulfed him, and he thought about the conversation that occurred so far... Okay, so maaaybe you weren’t trying to kill him... Whoops.

With a wince, he looked off to the side. “I... sorry, I... I didn’t mean to... to...”

“I-It’s okay,” you mumbled, rubbing at your wet eyes. “I just get upset easily when people yell... It’s not your fault.” Somehow, that only made him feel worse about his response. He... sighed, and handed a handkerchief over to you. “Thanks,” you said quietly, before drying your eyes.

“Look, brat— err, kid. I really didn’t mean ta make you upset like that. So, how about ya accept my apology, and we part ways, alright?”

You frowned. “Part ways?”

“Well, after what I said... I assume you don’t wanna be around me anymore.”

...Slowly, you looked off to the side, chewing your bottom lip.

Joka stared at you in disbelief. “You... You still want to be around me, even after what I said?” He whispered, watching as you nodded in agreement... “Why?”

“...Do I need a reason?” You said quietly, looking back over to him. Your eyes were a little red, but you’ve mostly calmed down by now.

“Everything has a reason! Just why in the world would ya wanna hang around someone who has yelled at ya?!”

A few seconds ticked by, and... a soft smile gradually appeared on your face. “Because I like your red teeth.”

Joka continued to stare at you in disbelief. “But... But why?! Do you not see my face good enough? Well here— look at me!” He hissed, before yanking his hood off, revealing the several ‘cracks’ running along his face. “I... I’m hideous!”

A frown once again appeared on your face, and you leaned forwards to wipe his... tears? With the handkerchief he gave you earlier. “You’re not hideous,” you said softly. “Sure, you may not look the way you want to, but... you can’t help that. I used to think the same way about myself, but... I learned to like myself the way I am.”

Joka stayed silent for a long moment, looking at you with uncertainty in his gaze. However, he eventually took your wrist into his gloved hand, and gave a somewhat somber chuckle. “Well, it seems like we both have our demons, eh, kid?”

You let him hold your wrist, and with a sigh, you nodded along. “Yeah, I... I suppose so...” You didn’t feel uncomfortable as he continued to hold your wrist, but you still felt the need to change topics before the conversation turned even more sour. “So, um... Where were you heading before I... before I met you?”

Joka blinked a few times, like he wasn’t expecting the question. “Where I was going? Uh, well... I was going to the grocery store.”

...You bit your bottom lip. “The grocery store?”

“Yeah, and— and I see you tryin’ to smile!”

As soon as he said that, a wide grin broke out across your face. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect that’s where you were going. It’s so...”

“Domestic?” Joka finished with a huff. “I’ve gotta get somethin’ to eat somehow, kid!”

You covered your mouth with your free hand, trying to hide your giggles. This whole conversation was just... absurd. With a calming exhale, you talked slowly. “And so, you were going to carry all your groceries by yourself, with no help?”

“Well... yes! How else do you expect me to carry everything?”

“Let me help you.”

...Joka slowly squinted at you, furrowing his brow at the sudden offer. “You want to... help me...?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to help.”

He... really wanted to ask you why you wanted to help, why you wanted to do this for him of all people, but he merely sighed, and pulled up the hood of his cloak back over his head. “Fine, but don’t get mad if you have to carry some heavy stuff!”

Still holding your wrist, Joka led you towards the grocery store, and you followed right behind him, smiling every single step of the way.

#Reader insert #Marx #marx x reader #kirby #Jevil #jevil x reader #deltarune #Dimentio #Dimentio x reader #super paper mario #Joka #joka x reader #joka klonoa #klonoa

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One Last Wish- Chapter 1 (A Pirateformers AU Fanfic)

The Pirateformers AU, Elbent and Verglaust belong to @tigracespace

The brief mention of Solclave belongs to @dimorphodon-x

Blue Heron belongs to @hyraxas

Asya and Apophis/Apo belong to me

Chapter 1: Legacy of the Burning Prince

“So… This is Joka Ardhi, huh? The legendary Kingdom of Crimson Sands… You still haven’t told us why we’re here, Asya. And after six months of you playing my role as the navigator, I think now’s a good time as any to tell us what exactly is going on here.”

“I told you already, Blue. All will be explained in time. For now, we just need to stay on this side of the sea border and begin planning.”

The taller native of the desert kingdom turned her back to Blue Heron to face their destination, its glimmering red sands and many colourful and small sandstone buildings of the port city now within sight on the horizon. His focus, however, remained on the Jokani woman as he spotted her long pointed ears droop ever so slightly, a motion caused by the shiver that spread up her back the moment she spotted her homelands far ahead.

“Wait, I-I’m sorry, I must have misheard you over the strong wind. I thought I heard you say that you didn’t-”

“You heard me, Blue… I know I’m normally the “I’ve got a plan, let’s get going” kind of person, but… I honestly don’t know what to expect the moment we enter Jokani territory. I… I-I mean, come on, Blue! It’s been forty years since I left this place, and I haven’t even dared to sail past the equator until now. I’ve never been able to gather the courage to come back here since my exile, not even when they…”

Asya’s words caught in her throat as another shiver ran up her spine, this time accompanied by an audible whimper as she hugged herself to be rid of the chills of her past. Blue’s anger immediately fell as he approached the Dragonkin and held her shoulder, drawing her teary eyed attention back onto him.

“Asya… You’re here now, and that’s all you need to know that you’re ready to face whatever lies ahead. You faced your fear by asking your wife, our captain, to be the navigator for this mission you told her was vital and would be explained later, and your courage has since brought us all the way here. So whatever happens next… You won’t be alone in facing this challenge. But, Asya… We all need to know what you think we’ll face, once we dock in that city. If this is a dangerous mission you’ve started, we need to know what to expect. So please, Asya… tell us why we’re here.”

Sniffling loudly, Asya quickly dried her eyes on her dress sleeve before she sighed and turned to fully face Blue Heron. “Not here… I need everyone to hear this. Gather the entire crew here, then I’ll tell you everything.”

“I understand. I won’t be long.”

“Take your time… And Heron?”

Blue looked over his shoulder as he neared the door to head below deck. Asya let out a long sigh before she looked back up at him with a half-smile.

“Do you trust me?”

“… With my life, my friend. Or… how do you say it in your tongue? A friend?”

Asya chuckled with a soft blush blooming on her dark ebony cheeks. “It’s rafiki. You’re my rafiki, darling… my friend.”

“Huh…. It’s nice to hear your true accent again, and not your preferred posh Primus one,”

“I- Wait, how do you know about tha-”

“But… To answer your question… I trust you, as my rafiki, with my life. And I hope that you can trust me in turn with whatever you need to do here. We’re a crew, Asya… Nothing will change that.” With a wink, Blue slipped through the door and vanished down the stairs, leaving Asya alone in her shocked realization on the deck.

Letting out another heavy sigh to release the tension within her, Asya reached up to her headband and carefully untied its knot under her dreadlocks, removing her most valuable treasure and holding the thin strip of silk in both hands, before her thumb squeezed out the small hard lump within its folded layers to reveal a large ruby that plopped into her palm. Holding the ruby up between her fingers, Asya gazed at the soft glimmer of orange magic within the crystal, letting out another sigh to steel her nerves as she closed her fist around it.

“If only you knew, Blue. I have no idea what might happen the moment I step off this ship. But I know one thing’s for certain… I’m not running away. Not anymore. Bori… Mama… Kamaria… I’m done hiding the real me. It’s finally time to do this… Right, Apo?”

A golden string of pure magic flickered into reality from her chest, its glimmering soft light revealing itself slowly across the deck and up towards the mast, where a red ball of fire roared into life at the end of the golden string and soon formed the shape of a giant feathered amphiptere dragon, his outline and form made entirely out of red fire that did not burn any of the wood of the Immortal Sun’s exterior. Gripping the mast with a winged claw, he hoisted himself up to the empty crow’s nest and used his fiery serpent tongue to wrap around the chest hidden under the floorboard, pulling it out and clambering down to place it in front of Asya before he stood tall before her and finally spoke.

“The throne awaits, my queen~” Apophis purred, wrapping his coils under himself to perch before his soul-bound ward, the string connecting their very souls turning invisible once more as Asya kicked the chest open and knelt down to rummage inside it, placing the crystal and her beloved headscarf in her dress pocket for the time being.

“Don’t call me that… There’s too much that needs to be done before I can even dare to announce my claim to the crown. And luckily, it’s a three day journey from Wajiri to Oasis. And… I still need to actually consider the consequences of what will happen when I show my face there.”

“Well, forty mortal years is a long time for anyone to remember such a detail as your exile. And who knows? Maybe there are those who hate the Tyrant too that will happily choose you over him?” Apo crossed his winged arms over his chest as he coiled his serpentine body under himself to perch before Asya.

Asya glared over the lid of the chest at Apo. “Really? You actually think they’ll side with me? The unwanted runt who was nearly killed for simply coming out as a woman, who then had the entire Lord’s Hand hunt me down the day I left, and killed those who helped me? Really, Apo?! Tell me something, then… If they truly did support me after all this time, then tell me right now that there isn’t a decomposed body being hung on display on the outskirts of that same city my entire first family were slaughtered in. Tell me that they finally buried the only mortal man who ever made me feel loved and helped me escape this hellish kingdom…. Only then will I finally believe you, that the people of this kingdom have truly changed and will willingly betray the crown for me.”

Apo dared to only look briefly to the horizon, before he muttered a soft, “I don’t know… I cannot smell him.”

“Exactly… Only his bones are surely still there. The rest of the Dunefarers were at least burned at the pyre for aiding in my escape. They were given mercy, Apo… He gave them mercy for daring to aid the runt of a child he wanted dead. And I still remember the laughter of the Lord’s Hand members, those damned humans who swore such eager loyalty to him and only him… I remember them laughing as they hunted Bori down… And I could only watch from the drifting ship as he was gutted alive and… Apo, I can’t. I can’t face him again, after what he did to Bori… To the one man I felt safe enough to consider being my Dad, when…. My own blood father killed him, Apo!! Just for helping me and giving me the family I yearned for in that accursed desert!!,”

A hiccup caught in her throat as Asya gripped the sides of the chest with one hand, the other tightly holding onto the red cloth parcel she was looking for, shakily pulling it out to reveal the blood splatters of that day still staining the fabric. Sobbing into the parcel, Apo leaned down to nuzzle his snout against Asya’s shoulder.

“And you’re telling me… I have to see him again, after what he did to me and the Dunefarers? To Bori?”

“Someone has to stand up to him, before he begins his crusade to the north,” Apo whispered as he wrapped his wings around his ward, swaddling her in feathers of harmless fire. “Kamaria would never have sent that letter if her vision wasn’t true. That same vision is surely how the old Seer figured out where to send it in order for it to reach us on time. How else could she have known when none from our old home knows our whereabouts?”

“That… That’s Kamaria for you. Always the first to know what to do in any situation. She’s the Elder Seer for a reason, after all.” Asya sniffled, her grip on the parcel finally loosened to allow her to unwrap it and reveal the gold and leather armour within.

“So then, if you don’t believe me or that Heron fellow that you are ready to do this, then will you at least believe in old ‘Maria? She’s seen an empire rise and fall before, remember? She was there when your forefather, my grandson, took the throne and emerged in fire as her new Dragon Lord. She was there to serve his heir as the first Seer and formed the Mwonaji Council of other Dragonkin Seers. That old hag is the strongest ally we have, and who is luckily hidden on the inside. She knows what you’re capable of… And what your father will do if you don’t stop him.”

“… And what if I have to kill him?” Asya’s thumb brushed over the old bloodstain on her aged armour as Apo’s fiery form shrunk down to the size of a large dog to meet her gaze.

“Then you’ll have an army. Not just on this ship… but along the path to the capital. You are not the first nor only noble of Alunnui’s bloodline to have been born in the wrong body. Your great grandmother was born a male too. And yet she was more than able to carry and deliver your grandfather and his brother. Just as how you delivered Sira. That alone is proof that your father is an idiot for thinking that only a man deserves the crown.”

“But others follow his sexist logic, Apo… Others will try to stop me from doing this. What if they outnumber those who wish to see my father step down? What if no one wants me in his place?”

“Tell the crew your story… They will be your voice to convince the people of why he must be stopped.”

“But what if they-”

“They have known you for twenty of their mortal years. And while you may hide it, Asya… The closer we’ve gotten to the border, the stronger you’ve become. Your connection to our homeland’s magic is growing stronger, and your once stunted appearance has finally changed. You’re not the same person you were when you left these lands, or when you first stepped onto this ship… These people got to know you as you grew, in both power and through gaining a family. One look at the real you and upon hearing your story of why you left… It will be enough. If you cannot trust in yourself to convince them… Trust me. They deserve to hear the full story.”

“About my ancestor… or about you?” Asya chuckled softly as she dried her eyes and closed the chest, allowing Apo to use his tail to wrap around it and carry it behind him as he slithered over to the mast.

“Why not the both of us? Not many know the tale of the Burning Prince… or why I am bound to your soul. So… why not tell them everything? And show them why you need their help to stop running from what you fear most. After all… You said it yourself. You’re done running… Aren’t you?”

“I am. And I’m tired of hiding it all. I came out once before… It couldn’t hurt to do it again, right?,” Pulling the ruby out of her pocket, Asya looked at it within her palm before looking back up at Apo. “…I’m done hiding from him and from everyone. It ends now.”

Closing her eyes with a heavy sigh, Asya hugged the wrapped armour close to her chest, and with one more look to her fist, she crushed the gem into tiny shards, each one that fell from her opened hand vanishing as they turned into red sand that blew away in the wind before they could hit the wooden floor. The orange glittery magic swirled like a sandstorm around her, rising up from the soles of her boots to the top of her head before it too blew away with the wind, towards the sun high above. As Apo’s form returned to its full size to allow him to hide the chest within the crow’s nest once again, he looked down from above her with a proud smile.

“And there she is… A blessing of the sun itself. Orange suits you, my dear~ So… What’s the plan?”

“I’m not sure yet, but… I think I might change before they arrive. These heels are killing me.”

Apo chuckled as he lowered his tail to her, allowing Asya to sit down on it and lift her up into the crow’s nest, a flash of orange scales appearing under her dress as a tail wrapped around Apo’s own.

~*~

“Seventy-seven… Seventy-eight… Has anyone seen Solclave? I thought he came up here with Elbent?”

“He’s coming up in a sec, Blue! He’s just busy with something,” Elbent called out, as she waved Verglaust over to join her side. “Over here, hun! Is Kevin and Bryn’ with you? Did either of them find Asya yet?”

“Kevin’s fetching the kids right now, and Bryn’ is helping him with that. They’ll be here soon,” Verglaust assured, peering over the massive crowd now gathered on the deck. “But no, they’ve been too busy to look for Asya. But I doubt we need to, since she’s the one who asked Blue to bring us here. He said she had something to tell everyone, about why we’re in Joka Ardhi.”

“Oh, good. As long as she’s… Wait, you don’t think this is about… that, do you?” Elbent gripped onto Verglaust’s arm as she looked up at him.

“We’ll have to wait and see what she says. But I have a bad feeling it might be that.”

As Verglaust turned his attention back on the crowd, he spotted the two half-giants, Brynjolf and Solclave, coming through the door, with Kevin and five children in tow. But just as he waved them over to reunite the family amongst the hoard of crewmembers, a flash of red zipped down the mast from the crow’s nest and landed on the quarter deck above the crowd.

Standing before the entire crew of the Immortal Sun was a warrior wrapped in red fabric that hid her face in a hood, which continued as a drape that wrapped from over her right shoulder and around her chest under a golden half plate of armour shaped as an under-bust corset, leaving her ebony shoulders exposed. From her elbows to her hands, bright orange scales formed a natural armour for her exposed arms, armed with lethal claws for hands that rested upon her pleated skirt of dark brown leather strips, woven with leather string on top of the underskirt of more red fabric that peeked out under the leather to reach her knees, all held together by a belt of cheetah skin and braided red fabric, on top of a tan coloured strip of leather that formed the large belt around the entirety of her stomach and waist. As she made her way to the stairs towards the deck, her bare digitigrade legs were finally revealed to also have orange scales below the knee, leading down to talon bearing paws for feet that made no sound whatsoever as she stepped onto the usually creaking wood of the stairs and stopped halfway to stay in everyone’s line of sight, a long tail of orange scales and black fur covering the tip revealing itself as it curled around her leg.

“Thank you for coming, everyone. I know you all have questions, and they will be answered soon,” The warrior spoke, revealing herself by voice alone to be the Dragonkin.

Pulling down her hood, Asya looked down at the crowd with bright aquamarine, draconic slit eyes, her pointed ears now long enough to reach past her head behind her, and long, curved horns of charcoal black peeked through her tied back dreadlocks and grew above her head slightly before they swooped towards the back into sharp, curved tips, the rings along the horns glimmering like polished crystals that glowed in the colours and red veins akin to volcanic magma. Stopping at the middle step along the short flight of stairs, Asya spoke once more to the entire crew.

“In order to answer at least some of them, I wish to tell you about this kingdom we’re in… About the history of Joka Ardhi. Apo… Would you mind starting us off?”

Closing her eyes, Asya’s head suddenly twitched to the side with a soft crack of her neck, but instead of her blue gaze greeting the crowd, golden eyes that glowed with power and pride narrowed with mischief, as a grin formed to flash sharp fangs in a playful smile and a masculine voice purred from Asya’s lips, as Apo spoke to the crowd.

“Certainly, my dear~”

With a snap of his fingers, Apo brought the lanterns around the entire deck to life with red flames that casted long dark shadows over the deck, startling many of the crewmates as they huddled to one side of the deck, as the fires sputtered and grew brighter within their glass lantern prisons. The midday sun seemed to nearly dull as darkness covered the deck like a tent roof, and from the shadows rose silhouettes outlined by the fires… Silhouettes of dragons soaring through the air.

“Three thousand years ago, dragons ruled the world. They were, however, found to be the most plentiful in the south, where no humans or mortals lived due to the harsh sun and the shifting sands. So, the south gained its name from the main inhabitants of the land… For to this day, it is still known as the Dragon Lands, merely called so in a different tongue. You know it to today… as Joka Ardhi.”

The shadows changed as Apo stepped onto the deck, the light swirling behind him to reveal his true shadow, that of a giant serpentine dragon. As he turned to face the crowd, his eyes in the shadow glowed gold behind him, but around his neck shone the reflections of ruby shards in the shape of a crescent. Beside his shadow were two wyverns, both bearing blue eyes just like Asya’s.

“Three thousand years ago… I ruled the Dragon Lands as their Lord. My reign was supreme in every continent for no dragon could best me in battle, but my seat of power was here in the south. I ruled with my Alpha and wife, Jua… and our many children, including my eldest daughter, Princess Citrine. She was to be my heir, to become Dragon Queen of the skies, the seas and the lands across the world. Then, one day… The first humans arrived.”

His shadow changed as Apo paced to the left, now revealing him sitting like a regal sphinx facing a group of humans that bowed on one knee to him, a large fleet of ships behind them.

“They came from the far north, even farther than the shores of Primus or Unicron. They told me that day that they came to my domain in search of a home, for a place they could begin a new life and to build a culture of their own. I granted them the right of shelter and aided in building their first settlement, and for a time… there was peace. They respected our laws and culture, and in turn we learned about the beauty of humanity, our ability to shapeshift in order to appear like them and walk in their shoes for a time, and the advancements one generation could craft in such a short lifespan. By the time my daughter was in her adult years, the settlement had become a vast village and they were already spreading out to create more for their ever growing numbers. But with such rapid growth and pride in one’s growing strength… came humanity’s true form of hubris.”

The fires dimmed as the shadows changed once more, revealing a cave where Apo and the two wyverns slept around a nest of eggs. Apo’s fist clenched at his side as he spoke with a growl to his voice.

“I…. Rrrrgghhh…. I was nearing the day where I would give my mantle of Dragon Lord to my daughter, for she had already started a family and had asked me to be their guardian in my retirement. I was happy… so happy… to settle down and see my family grow. One night, my den was invaded by humans… seeking something they once swore loyalty to, but now sought to have for themselves.”

The fires suddenly rose into a bright blaze to reveal the humans wielding spears and swords at the mouth of the cave, many of whom had already plunged them into the two wyverns, while others stormed through the nest, breaking the eggs and spilling their precious yolks. The humans that surrounded Apo’s shadow plunged their spears into his neck, ripping off the collar of rubies he wore and frantically started pulling them off the collar.

“They called themselves the Founders, for they deemed their half of humanity as the true inhabitants of the kingdom, and none should dare oppose their right to rule their own kind. So… they took my mantle and crown and killed my family before my very eyes. And with my dying breath, I swore to them that the kingdom of mankind would fall, for the sands have always been home to the dragons, and we do not die that easily. I remember only their laughter at my words… before a spear was plunged between my eyes.”

Darkness then fell over the entire ship, as the wind blew harshly over them all, bringing a chill to their spines as somewhere within the breeze… distant war cries echoed, the clashing of swords and the roar of dragons boomed far off into the distance.

“And so began the Founder’s War… A battle for the right to own the kingdom of the sands… But for my people, it was a battle for survival of the species. A war against humanity’s desire for our extermination. We were once called Titans by them… but now they deemed us pests, monsters… mere beasts. However… during the twelve-year conflict, a miracle happened.”

Out from beside Apo, a new shadow dragon rose, glowing red with blue eyes just like Jua and Citrine’s, with a single ruby shard upon his neck. Beside him… a female human that held his raised claw and looked up at him with awe and adoration.

“My youngest son, Prince Rhodon, led my kind against the human Founders in the war, making him the last true Dragon Lord for a time. However, during the war… He fell in love. With a human of all things, but the human was a leader too. Her name… was Seraphina, and she led a resistance of other humans that saw the dragons as equals, and as such did everything they could to persuade their own species to stop the crusade. In fact, because of their secret union, many other dragons fell for humans too and just like my son and his forbidden bride, they hid their love from the world and used it as motivation to stop the war for good. But… the humans had lived on our lands long enough to learn magic, especially our kind of magic… Fire. And while we used fire as both our weapon and lifeforce, we also used it as our leverage to keep our numbers alive… We had Soulfire. White flames made from the very essence of our souls, we could use it to bring someone from within death’s grip back to life, in exchange for a piece of our soul. A life for a life, something we rarely did only when absolutely necessary. And somehow… Humans learned about our secret and managed to find a way to create its exact opposite. By human hand alone, they made the most forbidden form of magic to this day… Grimfire or, what my people called it back then… Blackfire.”

The shadow of a battlefield soon appeared across the deck, with dragon roars and clashing swords growing louder all around the crew as dragons and human warriors clashed claw and weapon over and over again. From beside Apo, three humans adorned with mage robes towered over the battlefield like spires, the one in the middle holding his hands cupped together and a sinister grin grew under his hood. The flames from within two of the lanterns suddenly jumped out of their glass prisons and into the hands of the mage, the fire gathering into a wild and angry blaze that darkened in colour, until it became black with a purple core and outline and brought an unnatural chill to the crew who stood near it. All three human mages laughed as they released the purple flames… only to join in the chorus of blood-curdling screams and screeches alike as both the mages, the dragons and every single shadow on the battlefield was engulfed by the black fire, the deadly flames spreading over their flesh and turning them instantly into skeletons. One such shadow from the battlefield, a large wyvern, jumped out of the flat shadow world and became a solid 3D figure of green flames that flew around the ship and screeched in fear as the black flames gained tendrils and lashed out at the green life-sized dragon. The black fire leapt out and caught the dragon’s tail, turning its green fire into yellow bone shaped flames as the black flames devoured its flesh like burning paper, causing the green wyvern to screech and roar in agony as it crashed next to the ship but it did not touch the surface of the water. More roars suddenly accompanied it as more and more coloured fire-formed dragons began to appear and drop from the sky onto the sea, right where the rocks were all around the ship.

Apo raised his arms and slowly with his movement, the flames dwindled down to take back the darkness and allow the midday sun to shine through his veil of theatrical darkness… Revealing the giant rocks and small islands all around to be covered in weathered bones of dragons, the closest one being a wyvern skeleton with its lower half missing, its head and wings spread across a rock as it struggled in its final moments to climb onto it, its claws dug into the rock to escape its demise with its maw open wide from its final screech. As Apo raised the veil of shadows once more, hushed gasps and murmurs came over the crew, with Elbent looking towards Apo with eyes full of worry and sorrow. Giving her a simple solemn nod, he continued his tale of the past.

“The Blackfire wiped out every single dragon and human Founder across the battlefield, and then upon every fleeing dragon. After twelve years, the humans won as they became the sole survivors of the Blackfire Siege. In turn… the corpses of my kind that fell in battle and died from the Blackfire on land became the reason why the sands turned red and remain so to this day. But… not everything died by the Blackfire in that final battlefield.”

The red flames brought back the shadows of the battlefield, now littered with skeletons and fallen weapons across the sand. Through the field of bones, two humans made their way into the battlefield, as though searching for something. Through the heavy silence came a whisper of a sound, a sound even the shadowed humans could hear as they looked around in a panic. Through the breeze and the chill of death…. Came the cry of a baby.

“There were survivors found that day that weren’t human… But neither were they dragons. And the first of their kind is the reason why I know all this. For I saw the end through his eyes.”

The scene zoomed in on the humans as they reached the bones of a massive amphiptere dragon, just like Apo, and within his wings was the skeleton of a human. And there, within the shelter of the wings and the huddled embrace of the human… was a baby bawling at the top of his lungs, bearing a black burn scar over the side of his entire face and left arm. A baby with tiny nubby horns, red scales that shone like crystals over his healthy arm and legs, with tiny claws for feet.

“Rhodon and Seraphina had a son… And during the final battle, they attempted to flee to save their family so that they could fight another day. When the Blackfire came… they did as any parent would and protected their son with all their love and sacrificed themselves to save him. Rhodon’s last breath… was a breath of Soulfire for his son. That was the day I awoke and saw the world through the eyes of my grandson… trapped and weak within his soul. All I could do was watch as the allies of Seraphina came and rescued the child. A child they knew the name of from their leader’s loving speeches on how she would cherish the child for a better future.”

He paused to sigh as the shadows swirled and the fires brightened to cast one long shadow onto the deck… before it came forth as an illusion of a man, a Dragonkin with long horns, clawed digitigrade feet and an air of royalty on his rugged and determined face… A face and overall appearance that was just like Asya in every way. The same horns, hair, height, face… Identical in every way but gendered appearance, golden eyes like his grandfather Apo, and the scar across his face and over his entire left arm.

“A child she and my son named… Alunnui. He grew up in the care of the human rebels, as they rescued other hybrids like him and hid them in the underground caves my kind once called our home. His kind, the first of the Dragonkin, all grew up together in hiding, for the humans grew confident and in their pride they built the first cities that still stand to this day in the kingdom before you all. And in his years of living in secrecy, Alunnui was told tales of my reign, of how his father and kindred fell to the humans, and how he and his own secret kindred were the last to bear dragon blood. The stories became inspiration… then motivation, as he reached adulthood. Thus, he began to plan… To build… To prepare.”

Behind the shadow of Alunnui, an army of Dragonkin bowed to him, with one handing him a spear covered in colourful beads, feathers and dragon scales.

“With the Prince’s Spear in hand, Alunnui and the Dragonkin marched to the capital and for the first time since the Founder’s War ended, they exposed themselves to the human world and began their attack. I still remember his words that day, when he stood before the gates and spoke to the king that bore my crown…”

The shadows warped behind Alunnui as he faced towering stone gates, the army of Dragonkin behind him on the deck floor. With a powerful slam of his spear, Apo spoke as Alunnui moved his lips to his words to speak to the shadow of a human in a crown on the walkway above the gate.

“Mortal king of the sands, I speak only to you! Your father and his people have slaughtered my kind, and you now stand on a kingdom forever stained in the blood of my ancestors. Hear me, false king, for I stand before you now as the survivor of my people’s royal bloodline, and so I speak as one royal to another… Give back the land that belonged to the Dragons, to whom you once called your neighbour and friend, or my kindred and I will take your cities and reclaim what is ours by birthright! Deny us our right to our own lands and crown, and your kingdom shall fall and burn with you in it! What say you, thief?”

The shadow of the human king laughed soundlessly, before Apo responded for him.

“You ghastly beasts have fallen once before by human hand! If you truly believe I owe you anything, then I shall happily remind you of how your father and his kind fell.”

With a soundless yell accompanied by the roar of flames from his body, Alunnui charged through the gates and lay siege onto the kingdom of shadows, as Apo continued his narration.

“The Dragonkin attacked the capital city of Oasis in a wave of fire and bloodshed… For when night fell, the palace erupted into a tower of flames, where the king fell and the crownless prince emerged before his people, of both human and Dragonkin alike… Where he donned the moniker of the Burning Prince and the first Dragon Lord of his kind. This night became the historical event known to both humans and Dragonkin… as the Night of Crowning Fire.”

The shadows formed a door that suddenly burst into red and orange flames that did not burn the ship, and with a gust of hot air the doors flew open to reveal Alunnui walking through the fire that did him no harm as the humans behind him fell to their death by the scorching flames. The crowd of shadow Dragonkin and humans all watched in awe and horror as Alunnui stepped out of the palace doors and raised a blood covered crown that burned with flames from his arm, a motion that sent every shadow witness to their knees as they bowed to their Dragon Lord.

The shadowy veil then vanished, and the flames from the lanterns went out, giving back the light of day across the ship as Apo stood before the crowd of crewmates and bowed his head. Upon rising back up, blue eyes met the crowd as Asya gained her voice and body back and spoke with her arms behind her back.

“On that day, a new monarchy took hold as old grudges and fears were whittled out, in respect for the history our people shared. Humans and Dragonkin became one civilization… the Jokani. In turn, the Jokani prospered under the rule of the new emperor, Dragon Lord Alunnui, who then sired an heir and began the Ruby Bloodline.”

Summoning orange fire in her palm, Asya created a new illusion in front of her, with each name she called out revealing a Dragonkin, each bearing a crown like the one Alunnui held.

“Dragon Lord Bakari, son of the Burning Prince and Queen Consort Noxolo…

Dragon Lord Mzuri, son of Lord Bakari the Kind and his King Consorts Amri and Shani…

Dragon Queen Citrine the Second, daughter of Lord Mzuri and Priestess Zahara, founder of the Nyotan religion and the Evenstar Church…

Dragon Lord Alhaadi, eldest son of Citrine the Second and King Consort Lauzel…

Dragon Lord heir apparent Amani, eldest son of Alhaadi the Wise and Queen Consort Lulana, who died before he could take the crown and was succeeded by the second eldest of the three children…

Dragon Lord Jhamal and Queen Consort Gasira Mutheru…”

Stepping through the fiery illusion to make it disappear, Asya stood before the entire crew as she raised her head high and spoke louder than before, only this time tears began to form as she struggled to hold back her sobs.

“Prince… A-Andres, son… o-of Lord Jhamal and Queen Consort Gasira. B-But I do not go by that name anymore! Not since I was exiled by my father for coming out as a woman. For I… I am Princess Asya Zahara O-Murchadha-Mutheru of Joka Ardhi, bearer of the Ruby Bloodline, descendant of the Burning Prince, and the next in line to the Throne of Crimson Sands. And I… I brought us here so that I could ask for your help. My father, Jhamal, intends to invade the north and claim Primus, Unicron and every kingdom beyond here as his domain. But I… I cannot allow that to happen. For my father is also known by many as Jhamal the Tyrant, and he earned that name through his cruelty, for neglecting his queen and letting her die alone with their only child f-from a�� a mere, curable fever, for draining this land of its once peaceful and prosperous wealth and wellbeing, and for slaughtering the innocent for merely helping me escape his cruelty many years ago. He has been nothing but a heartless and bloodthirsty monster my whole life, and now he is set on claiming the rest of the world as his plaything. I… I can’t let him do this,”

Quickly turning away to dry her eyes, Asya spoke much more softly as her voice struggled to come out between her sobs and hiccups.

“I… I cannot stay hidden any longer and allow this to happen. And so… I come to you all to ask you only one thing… For should you agree, I cannot guarantee your safety the moment we cross into Jokani territory. And should we succeed in my plan… I might not come back here, onto this ship, ever again. For my plan is simply this… I must go back to my homeland, to the palace in the capital city of Oasis, and face my father in battle for the right to reclaim the throne. Should I succeed and overthrow him, I will become the new Dragon Queen and empress of Joka Ardhi. So, I will need everyone’s help in ensuring the safety of the Jokani people, to keep them away from the battle between me and my father, but should I fail… I will need every one of you to try and kill him in my stead.

“So… Now that you know what lies ahead, I fully understand if any of you do not wish to do this, and why I will allow you this one chance to step away and be safe here on the ship. But for those of you who wish to help me save my home and to fight with me to take down my father…,”

Putting out her hand, Asya offered it with tears now rolling down her cheeks towards the crowd as she weakly smiled and looked around to the crew of the Immortal Sun. “… Will you fight beside me and help me reclaim the Throne of Crimson Sands, for the freedom of this and all kingdoms across the world?”

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Trapped Little Angel (part 1)

Welcome to the first part of the first fanfic on this account.

Child!reader x the Avengers

Word count: 2900

Trigger warning: Imprisonment, nightmares, non graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, possible trigger for eating disorders

You were a 14-year-old orphan living alone in New York, since your family had died in the explosion that gave you your powers. Your powers were similar to Wanda’s (telekinesis and all that jazz). You got them when you were 7, but for whatever reason they hadn’t been active before that day.

It was a basic September day with all of its rain and fog and clouds. You were walking on the street when suddenly you blacked out and your powers exploded out of you destroying property and hurting people everywhere around you. The Avengers were called to action and they evacuated the block and when you’d cooled off a little they took you into custody and to the Avengers tower.

You had passed out and they didn`t really know what to do with you, so they laid you down on the couch and began a debate about the subject.

Tony believed firmly that you were dangerous to the team and the best thing for everyone would be to lock you up isolated and unstimulated to avoid new outbursts until a better option would be available. Steve backed Tony up to an extent, although he did believe the isolation to be unnecessary. Bruce didn’t really voice his opinion on confinement that much, instead focusing on the medical aspect of the situation.

Clint doesn’t really say much during the argument, before Tony raises the possibility of indefinite imprisonment in isolation. That is what finally gets to him, since you are just a kid and remind him of his own daughter. Wanda argues firmly against any form of forced imprisonment. In her opinion you needed medical attention, after which instead of locking you up the team should be focused on helping you control and develop your powers in a beneficial way.

Natasha is uncharacteristically quiet for the whole debate. Something about you had got to her and she found it hard to think of the situation objectively without a massive bias. Peter was on ‘your side’ for sure. To him you were a troubled kid who just happened to need some help. In a way he saw himself in you.

You start to regain consciousness about halfway through the argument. The Avengers are taken back at first, but when you are very confused and scared, Nat and Clint (who are the most ‘neutral’ participants) tell you what happened. When you have gotten the big picture you ask shakily: “How many people did I hurt? What’s the damage?” The others are hesitant to tell you, but Tony is highly pissed at you, so he takes his tablet and shows you some pics of the place where the accident happened. Wanda shoots him a death glare, but he continues and reads the statistics to you: “At this exact moment there are 9 people dead, 27 in critical condition and 56 with milder injuries. All because of your little stunt.” At this point you have pulled your knees to your chest and are struggling to breathe. Steve and Clint look at Tony like he has lost his mind and Nat tries to calm you down. You are repeating the same things over and over again: “I didn’t mean to- It’s all my fault… I don’t know how- What- I didn’t mean to…” Nat was approaching you, her hand reached out ready to stroke your back and pull you into a hug. She says: “We know. Everything will be alright, it’ll be alright. It wasn’t your fault, we’ll sort this out. It’s okay, you’re okay. We don’t blame you, but right now you need to calm down.” You flinch away from her, panic shining in your eyes: “No! Don’t touch me! I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t control it… I don’t understand- I didn’t mean to…” Suddenly you look desperately at Tony “You have to lock me up. I’m dangerous. I can’t be trusted. I have to be put away. Please”, you beg, surprising all of the other people in the room. Peter is about to say something, but Tony cuts him off.

You stand up and Clint shows you the way to a quite big cell. You step in and he shuts the door behind you. You sit on the floor in the corner and pull your knees to your chest. You just blankly stare at the wall. You noticed that there was a camera in corner of the room near the roof as you stepped inside, but you didn’t care. What did it matter. As you stayed on the floor the team was reheating the discussion whilst keeping an eye on the monitor that showed footage from your cell.

Wanda and Peter were shouting at Tony for locking you up in an isolation cell. Natasha and Clint were a bit calmer, but they were backing Wanda and Peter up. At some point Tony says: “You heard the kid. She wanted to be locked up. Even she thought it would be the best option”. And that sets Natasha off: “Yeah, after you had scared the poor thing on the verge of a panic attack. That wasn’t fair play. You drove her to that decision and you know it.” Then Peter fires: “Besides the whole ‘she decided herself’ excuse is bullshit. She’s a kid. SHE’S 14. I’m 17 and you don’t trust me to do anything yet, so how again is she any different?” That shuts Tony up.

In the end the team comes to the conclusion, that they will be monitoring you strictly and willing people will be allowed to go talk to you. All except Peter (just for the first few days) who is infuriated to no end by the decision.

The first person to come talk to you is Wanda. She comes and talks for a while, but you can’t make any sense of what she’s saying. After a while she leaves shutting the door behind her. Steve also comes to question you, and even though this time you understand what he is saying you can’t find the energy to answer him in you. Clint brings you something to eat and drink, but you don’t move a muscle to acknowledge the act. Time sort of looses its meaning to you as you sit on the floor and stare into nothing, alone with your thoughts, the same thoughts over and over and over again.

Nevertheless, you know some time has passed when Natasha comes through the door with another tray filled with food. She places it carefully on her untouched bed and sighs deeply before speaking: “You should really start eating on your own. It’s been two whole days and you haven’t taken a bite. I get that its hard, but you’ve got to try. Otherwise we’ll have no choice but to put a feeding tube down your throat and trust me kid, that does not feel good.” She gives you another look, then turns around and walks out. Slowly you straighten your legs on the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed how much your muscles were hurting for being in the same position for so long before someone pointed it out. You stretched your legs first and then stood up slowly. You went through your body, stretching every muscle one at a time and then sat down beside the bed to eat. You weren’t really hungry, but the threat of getting a feeding tube stuffed down your throat was enough to get you eating.

After you were done with the meal you went back to your corner and sat back down, leaving your legs laying on the floor instead of curling up to a tight bundle. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door and Wanda walked in. She picked the tray up and looked down at you, clearly assessing the situation before finally saying: ”Hey, I was wondering if you needed to use the bathroom.” You didn’t answer her but stood up and stepped timidly few steps forward so that she knew you’d be coming along. She guided you through the hallways and into a bathroom. “There is a towel on the counter and shampoo on a shelf in the shower. Take as long as you need. I’ll pick up some clean clothes for you and bring them here. Okay?” You didn’t say a word but nodded and opened the door to the bathroom. After half an hour you were back in your cell but feeling significantly cleaner and comfier.

Instead of sitting back in the corner on the floor you sat on your bed and crossed your legs. You didn’t know why, but you felt like it, so you started singing, first just humming quietly, then adding the words to the song. It was an old lullaby your mom had sang to you more than once. Some things just had a way of sticking with you.

`Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa

nyt kuuluu keijujen äänet

Ne tanssivat taas koko yön laulaen

koko yön laulaen.

Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa

taas syttyy tähtöset pienet

Ne oottavat taas läpi yön loistaen

läpi yön loistaen.

Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa

nyt sammuu keijujen äänet

Ne liitävät taas ylös luo tähtien

ylös luo tähtien`

Then you sang it over again, this time in English

If your quiet, very quiet,

you can hear sound of the fairies

They’re dancing again through the night until day

through the night until day

Very quiet, almost silent

the stars are lighting the sky

they’re waiting again till the night fades away

till the night fades away

If you’re quiet, very quiet

you can hear sound the fairies

they race through the sky so they’ll be near the stars

so they’ll be near the stars

You sang the song a couple times over and finally you got to the last part you had made up on your own. You always ended it there, since you could never continue singing after that.

Hyvin hiljaa, hyvin hiljaa

ei kuulu keijujen äänet

Ne lähtivät taas minut yksin jättäen

minut yksin jättäen

Even if you’re very quiet

you won’t hear sound of the fairies

they flew up the sky leaving me alone behind

leaving me alone behind.

You broke down sobbing. Clint was sitting at the monitor, and he thought it’d be best not to disturb you, so you were left alone as you start humming another melody your mom taught you.

Joka ilta kun lamppu sammuu ja saapuu oikea yö Niin Nukku-Matti nousee ja ovehen hiljaa lyö On sillä uniset tossut ja niillä se sipsuttaa Se hiipii ovesta sisään ja hyppää kaapin taa

”I didn’t know she was finnish” Nastasha said to clint as she sat next to him with two cups of tea. “Finnish?” Clint asked as they listened to the beautiful melody coming from the lonely cell. Nat was quiet for a while before saying “Yeah. The language is absolutely bizarre.” They sat in silence for another while, until Clint said: “She sounds miserable” “Yeah, but who wouldn’t. I’m guessing she has no family, since no one has come asking for her.”

Ja pieni sateenvarjo on aivan kallellaan Ja sinistä unien kirjaa se kantaa kainalossaan Ja unien sinimaahan se lapset autolla vie Surrur, surrur ja sinne on sininen, uninen tie

Ja siellä on kultainen metsä, ja metsässä kultainen puu Ja unien sinilintu ja linnulla kultainen suu Ja se unien sinilintu se lapsia tuudittaa Se laulaa unisen laulun joka mielen uneen saa

Your mum never taught you that song in English. You had tried translating it, but it always turned out so peculiar you had eventually given up.

When you felt like you had cried enough you stopped with the finnish and started going through songs you had heard somewhere else, altering the lyrics as you went.

You hadn’t sung anything in weeks and now you just couldn’t stop. It felt good. You went over your favorites altering lyrics and making up new verses, not wanting the song to end. As you sang you thought about mum and home. In the outside world they were forbidden things, because they made it hard to focus on surviving. But here she had all the time in the world to think. After hours and hours she finally laid down on the mattress and drifted to sleep

Tony had just started his shift watching you through the monitor and you were having a nightmare. You were curled up in a ball and whimpered and muttered quietly, as tears ran down your face. You dug your nails into your back and started scratching leaving bloody red marks behind. Then you started screaming. The sound echoed through the halls, but Tony didn’t know what to do, so he ended up doing nothing, just staring at the screen paralyzed. It went on for a while, until you finally flinched so violently you woke up.

You were in a state of panic, but as you realized where you were it started to wear off. Little by little you started to feel the pain from the bloody scratch marks on your back and arms. You examined your injuries to the best of your abilities and then looked at the floor while talking sheepishly at the camera in the corner of the room: “If you don’t mind I’d like to have something to wrap these cuts with. I might also need some help with the ones in my back. Its not a big deal, but I don’t want them to get infected.”

The screaming had woken up Natasha and Steve who were now standing behind Tony, looking at the screen over his shoulders. Tony cleared his throat before turning around in his chair and facing the other two. They both had their arms crossed on their chest. Steve looked surprised as hell, but Natasha was quick to recover. She threw Tony an icy stare before saying: “Should we think the imprisonment over again, or is she still too dangerous for you to handle?” Tony raised his hands before saying: “Let’s think that over in the morning, when the whole team is up. Now, would you mind going to help her with the injuries?” Natasha threw Tony another dirty look, before grabbing the first aid kit and heading to your cell.

Nat came, and you laid on the bed on your stomach. She lifted your shirt, poured antiseptic solution on a cloth and warned you: “I’m sorry, but this is gonna hurt like a bitch.” She pressed the cloth gently on your back and you shrug. “It’s not that bad. You get used to pain as a homeless kid. Once I had to remove a bullet from my own shoulder.” There Nat saw an opportunity get little bit more information of you and continued the conversation: “Must be tough. I suppose you don’t have any family left?” “Yeah, mum and dad and Tom died… in an accident” you tensed up visibly. Nat continued unbothered but didn’t bring up the deaths again. “I heard you sing the other day. Didn’t know you were finnish.” “Oh, I’m not. My mom was.” “So, can you speak finnish or what?” “Nah, not anymore anyways. I used to, but I haven’t used it in a long time. Some things just stuck with me, like the songs, or silly pet names mum used to call us.” For some reason you felt really safe with Natasha. Her touch reminded you of home as she worked to clean your wounds and then wrap them with clean gauze. You knew it was silly, but it just felt so good to finally talk to someone, so you kept answering her as she continued asking questions. “Pet names, huh. What did she call you?” “She used to call me Lumikki. It’s the finnish for snow white. It’s cheesy as hell, I know but we lived in a little cottage in the woods, and I was obsessed with Disney.” Natasha smiled at you. “Do you remember anything else about your mum.” “She had the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. She sounded like an angel. Sometimes I hear her in the wind.” You pause for a minute “And she was a dancer. She used to be a ballerina, but then she had us and her career ended. She never quit dancing though. Once in a while she’d put on her slippers and go through some old routine, like she had never stopped. She even taught me some basics.” Natasha was quiet for a moment. Then she cleared her throat and continued: “Did you have any siblings?” “Yeah”, you were quiet for a moment, not rushing to continue “One brother. His name was Tuomas, but we all called him Tom. Three years older than me. He was my best friend.” A tear fell down your cheek. Natasha was almost done with wrapping your back so she asked one more question. “How about your dad” You shrugged. “He was a hunter. Spent most of his time with Tom out in the forest when I stayed in with mum.” Nat packed the medical supplies back to the first aid kit and pulled your shirt down so that it covered your back. Then she helped you sit up and said: “I can’t promise anything yet, but we’re having another meeting with the team about your… condition and I believe you might get out of here.” She saw the unsure look you gave her. “Don’t worry” she said as she took your hand “Everything will be alright. I promise”

Sorry, I have absolutely no idea what is going on with the spacing, tried to fix it but it wont budge... Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter!

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