Fifteen Years - [1/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:05:33 UTC
A/N: The previous!author anon who asked if it was okay to post another fill.
Mmm, I would think that the Heroic part would come much, much later. This is an AU!Fantasy, and it looks like it's ballooning into some sort of monstrous epic - multi-chaptered stuff, yanno? Something so not suited for the kinkmeme, man. xD;
But yeah, I had fun. I just. Um. Please enjoy? T_T I'm sorry if it doesn't... Yeah. Sorry. OTL. Posting up the sorta-prologue sorta thing now.
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When the transportation spell was done, he opened his eyes to see a myriad of battle armor, swords, shields, vases and tapestries; the occasional servant or two making up the glorious entrance hall of the Britannia Castle. And the man in front of him who owned it all.
"Just shut up and don't say a word," was what greeted him first, and Ivan merely graced His Majesty with his customary amused smile. Which Arthur wanted to throw a vase at, or made him want to chuck Ivan out the window.
Or both.
"Why, I haven't said a word, comrade," Ivan replied pleasantly, and Arthur rolled
( ... )
Fifteen Years - [11/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:06:40 UTC
A/N: thank you for all the nice comments ;w; you made my day lol srsly. x3 hmm, this is just 1/2 through chapter one, so actually there's more... but i decided to post it up anyway because of alfred's stupid. you know how it goes. i have the ending, you know? it's just getting there.
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She held the ribbon tightly in her hand, a determined expression set in her face. This was the duty given to her, and she was sure of it, because it was her beloved brother who needed this right now, needed her not to fail.
And she will not.
Her footsteps were like whispers as she left nothing behind.
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Ivan had the sudden feeling that, if the confrontation with his beloved little sister didn't kill him, the journey certainly would. He still hasn't decided yet whether it would be the task of taking care of Alfred, or the prince himself.
"This is so - freaking - awesome!"
"Would you stop screaming in my ear, brat?" Ivan said, raising his voice since they were still gaining height - once they reached cruising speed, it wouldn't be this noisy.
( ... )
Fifteen Years - [12/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:12:15 UTC
"I'm not; I'm just not used to it," Alfred huffed, but was too busy admiring the view to actually be irked. Ivan was reminded of a child again when those eyes shone with excitement. A new toy for his birthday. "I didn't know you could actually ride a dragon as a means of transportation. I've never seen anyone do it before."
"Dragons aren't all that willing to be used like horses," Ivan explained, and the dragon they were on blew smoke rings, as if in agreement - as if it understood, Alfred thought oddly. Ivan fully well knew that it could. "You could say I was quite lucky to have stumbled upon this one. They are usually very picky to those they choose to befriend."
Alfred patted the scaly back of the oversized lizard, grinning when it crooned in approval. "I can't see why anybody wouldn't wanna ride a dragon. They're so cool."
"Mostly because dragons would not simply let anyone ride them. I'm quite surprised he has taken such a liking to you."
Ivan was more impressed than he let on - this was the first time he had actually seen such a
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Fifteen Years - [13/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:14:00 UTC
"Shut up," Alfred grumbled. "I guess you can call me Alfred if you like, since you're not calling me brat anymore."
"Oh, no. I'd rather call you Pest."
The blond in front of him glared furiously, before it melted into an impassive face - soon Alfred turned his back on the sorcerer, obviously sulking.
"It does not suit you? How about Hellion?"
Oh, Alfred was getting good at ignoring him. Ivan laughed, before sobering up, realising that he was probably having too much fun at Alfred's expense.
"All right then, stop sulking - I'll call you Rytsar."
"What's that?" Alfred asked warily, eyes peering above his shoulder.
"It is for me to know but for you to find out," Ivan said cryptically, with that irritating smile, and Alfred raised up a hand in warning. "I swear it though, it is nothing related to 'brat'."
"Yeah, right."
"I vow upon Ailel, little prince."
"Who's that?" Alfred asked, cocking his head to the side, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Ivan grinned.
"My long time companion."
Alfred squawked. "No way! Like an old man like you can - like
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Fifteen Years - [14/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:15:28 UTC
"Yes, how did you know that?"
"... Holy shit. She really is obsessed over ya." Alfred shook his head in sympathy, before a sudden thought came to him. "And uh - if we're supposed to go North, mind telling me why we're heading South?"
"Hm, that. I was planning to surprise you by saying that you're being kidnapped. Well, no," Ivan corrected, chuckling at Alfred's imitation of a goldfish out of water, "We have to travel South, one large round to the East and then only North - we're making a detour to avoid the Terrahae Peaks and the Abandonar. The blizzards and sandstorms during this time of the year are too vicious for Ailel to weather through. Never mind the passengers on board."
"Okay," Alfred said, not pursuing the matter like Ivan thought he would.
"Not going to argue with me, br - rytsar?"
"Unfortunately, I'm not stupid," Alfred said, rolling his eyes. Then he shrugged. "I'm not gonna argue about something every single freakin' person warned me about before I even went on this journey. Anyway, you're steering the dragon, so like."
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Fifteen Years - [15/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:16:45 UTC
"What were you doing before Dad called you over?"
Ivan frowned momentarily before shrugging. "Mm, I had just finished bottling up a potion for this particular princess who wanted to grow very, very long hair." Royals; such whims they had. Ivan learned to stop asking too much questions of what they wanted to do with the things he gave them - rather, he didn't really want to find out. He simply made a few inquiries here and there to make sure that they weren't going to blow up the realm, and they were good to go. Everything was fine as long as they paid the settled price. "Then I sent it off before your guardian summoned me."
"How'd he 'summon' you? I mean, you're were probably at least one country away. More magic?"
"By name," Ivan answered without thought, and Alfred raised an eyebrow - an action which was probably from years of being under Arthur's care: it looked exactly the same as how Arthur would have done it. "It is rare someone would call upon a wizard's last name since they are not given away easily; I've had a spell set up
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Fifteen Years - [16/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:20:38 UTC
All of them revolved around the brattish prince - who obviously, in those fifteen years, grew up.
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Alfred suddenly opened his eyes, before squinting when the light flooded into his eyes - and then adjusting. It was probably already a couple hours past midday since they left early that morning. A warm weight was settled on his lap and he felt comfortable and he really didn't wanna get up because it was just so nice here, just dozing and if Ivan let him take naps like this then -
Ivan.
Wait.
You're sleeping on him, dumbass.
Alfred jerked away with a strange sound, but that movement made the arm on his waist tighten and he felt the breath leave out of him when Ivan jerked him back, up against that hard, firm chest and - and -
Alfred felt like dying.
"Steady, little prince -"
"Get your hands off me!" Alfred freaked out - er, of course, in a Heroic way, yes - when Ivan simply tightened his grip.
"Only if you want to fall down so badly. Such a way to thank the person keeping you from falling the past few hours or so, net?"
Fifteen Years - [17/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:22:22 UTC
"Haven't you noticed you didn't need to before this -"
"I did. I mean, when I felt like I needed to, I just did it. I'm guessing it's just one of the side effects to this thing? This need for peeing? I wouldn't know, I'm not an expert in people magically turned into ghosts, but you are. Whatever it is, I really need to like, pee."
Granted, Ivan hadn't had much experience with people bound by the curse - three victims, none of them as strange as Alfred - but he was very sure this was definitely not one of those side effects... Was it? Maybe it was the body's way of regulating his processes, to make itself feel more human. The scholar part of himself noted that fact. Whatever it was, Ivan inhaled long; calmly.
"No."
"Okay, seriously, just like - five minutes, then we can totally continue our journey or something but for now I seriously need it. I don't want the feeling as if I just peed on Beef."
Beef protested vehemently to this, chirping.
Smartass dragon.
Ivan did not need to argue with Alfred, and Ailel, about the need to dispose of
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Fifteen Years - [17.5/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:34:43 UTC
Shit, Alfred cursed, starting to move again when the girl stumbled a second time and this time fell, while the wyrm behind her roared and made its way closer. Nasty things, wyrms. They were related to dragons, though they didn't exactly have the wings needed for flight, and were the size of two ponies when fully grown. This one was close to the size of one, so it meant it was probably still in its teens - which was a thought he certainly did not need right now since that girl was going to get seriously hurt in the next second save her, you idiot!
Fifteen Years - [18/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:24:09 UTC
"Hey!" Alfred shouted, running up to the wyrm and slamming his body on its side - related to dragons, should be impervious to magic as well - causing it to momentarily stagger - god, that hurt - and then using that moment to roll away in safety. Wyrms were nasty things, but usually the ones which aren't fully matured haven't got the speed to match their elder counterparts.
That was what the Captain of the Guard taught him back at home. As long as Alfred played it safe he'd be fine.
But his rescue attempt was already foolhardy as it was.
"Come on, get up," he urged the girl, who looked bemused at his appearance - even more so when he tried to help her up, but only encountered air, and that made Alfred swear in frustration. "I - sorry - get up! I'll distract him while you run over to the river, okay? To the other side, my friend's there and - go - go now!" She nodded at the commands, while Alfred dashed onto the other side, whistling at the wyrm to follow.
Obviously it was now more interested in Alfred since it raised its head and
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Re: Fifteen Years - [18/??]
anonymous
August 17 2009, 05:37:32 UTC
Oh, Alfred. Prince's aren't to be the one's rescuing: they're supposed to be the one's rescued! Then again, I guess that happened, here, too. In any case, it was very noble... I really like your characterization of Alfred, here. He's a good balance of being childish and naive but not being annoying or irritating (well, to me, anyway). Ivan is lovely, as well.
Very much looking forward to more! :) Knowing that other chapters have been written is good to know... I'm sure I'll be checking as often as I can.
Services crusader, sayth recaptcha. I love how... oddly interesting it can be.
Y-you totally spoil me with the awesome of this, writer!anon. It's amazing! You have such a good grasp of making a fantasyverse without shoving it in the reader's face, and your timing is excellent.
More than that though, you have a beautiful grasp on the characters. Alfred is completely the loveable dork I adore without being over-the-top/retarded as some people tend to make him, and Russia isn't psycho-crazy-rapist, which is exactly what I yearned for X3
You also have my interest so piqued now, on just what makes Alfred so special, why Arthur wouldn't let him leave the castle much, etc...
I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! Yeah, I kinda edge away from making Alfred retarded, and also I really like none-psycho-crazy-rapist Russia ahahaha. Actually I thought that I was making Alfred's character too toned down so your comment was a total relief tbh.
Re: Fifteen Years - [18/??]
anonymous
August 19 2009, 05:41:24 UTC
This is AWESOME. Really. I'm trying hard not to just mash the capslock key to try to express how awesome this is. I really love Alfred here. Well, I really love everyone here, actually, but Alfred is just such a lovable dork~
Re: Fifteen Years - [18/??]
anonymous
August 23 2009, 13:29:53 UTC
This is brilliant! You've obviously put a lot of thought into the plot and characterisations, both of which are coming out perfect. The character relationships are very deliciously laid out as well - this bit was in the earlier parts, but it still warms my heart in a strange sort of way when I reread it:
Take care of him.
I will.
Oh Arthur. Oh Ivan. My favourite drunk/blackmagic duo.
I can't believe there are -two- amazing fills for this prompt; thank you anons! And thank you OP for providing such a great prompt :D
Mmm, I would think that the Heroic part would come much, much later. This is an AU!Fantasy, and it looks like it's ballooning into some sort of monstrous epic - multi-chaptered stuff, yanno? Something so not suited for the kinkmeme, man. xD;
But yeah, I had fun. I just. Um. Please enjoy? T_T I'm sorry if it doesn't... Yeah. Sorry. OTL. Posting up the sorta-prologue sorta thing now.
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When the transportation spell was done, he opened his eyes to see a myriad of battle armor, swords, shields, vases and tapestries; the occasional servant or two making up the glorious entrance hall of the Britannia Castle. And the man in front of him who owned it all.
"Just shut up and don't say a word," was what greeted him first, and Ivan merely graced His Majesty with his customary amused smile. Which Arthur wanted to throw a vase at, or made him want to chuck Ivan out the window.
Or both.
"Why, I haven't said a word, comrade," Ivan replied pleasantly, and Arthur rolled ( ... )
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hmm, this is just 1/2 through chapter one, so actually there's more... but i decided to post it up anyway because of alfred's stupid. you know how it goes. i have the ending, you know? it's just getting there.
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She held the ribbon tightly in her hand, a determined expression set in her face. This was the duty given to her, and she was sure of it, because it was her beloved brother who needed this right now, needed her not to fail.
And she will not.
Her footsteps were like whispers as she left nothing behind.
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Ivan had the sudden feeling that, if the confrontation with his beloved little sister didn't kill him, the journey certainly would. He still hasn't decided yet whether it would be the task of taking care of Alfred, or the prince himself.
"This is so - freaking - awesome!"
"Would you stop screaming in my ear, brat?" Ivan said, raising his voice since they were still gaining height - once they reached cruising speed, it wouldn't be this noisy. ( ... )
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"I'm not; I'm just not used to it," Alfred huffed, but was too busy admiring the view to actually be irked. Ivan was reminded of a child again when those eyes shone with excitement. A new toy for his birthday. "I didn't know you could actually ride a dragon as a means of transportation. I've never seen anyone do it before."
"Dragons aren't all that willing to be used like horses," Ivan explained, and the dragon they were on blew smoke rings, as if in agreement - as if it understood, Alfred thought oddly. Ivan fully well knew that it could. "You could say I was quite lucky to have stumbled upon this one. They are usually very picky to those they choose to befriend."
Alfred patted the scaly back of the oversized lizard, grinning when it crooned in approval. "I can't see why anybody wouldn't wanna ride a dragon. They're so cool."
"Mostly because dragons would not simply let anyone ride them. I'm quite surprised he has taken such a liking to you."
Ivan was more impressed than he let on - this was the first time he had actually seen such a ( ... )
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"Shut up," Alfred grumbled. "I guess you can call me Alfred if you like, since you're not calling me brat anymore."
"Oh, no. I'd rather call you Pest."
The blond in front of him glared furiously, before it melted into an impassive face - soon Alfred turned his back on the sorcerer, obviously sulking.
"It does not suit you? How about Hellion?"
Oh, Alfred was getting good at ignoring him. Ivan laughed, before sobering up, realising that he was probably having too much fun at Alfred's expense.
"All right then, stop sulking - I'll call you Rytsar."
"What's that?" Alfred asked warily, eyes peering above his shoulder.
"It is for me to know but for you to find out," Ivan said cryptically, with that irritating smile, and Alfred raised up a hand in warning. "I swear it though, it is nothing related to 'brat'."
"Yeah, right."
"I vow upon Ailel, little prince."
"Who's that?" Alfred asked, cocking his head to the side, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Ivan grinned.
"My long time companion."
Alfred squawked. "No way! Like an old man like you can - like ( ... )
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"Yes, how did you know that?"
"... Holy shit. She really is obsessed over ya." Alfred shook his head in sympathy, before a sudden thought came to him. "And uh - if we're supposed to go North, mind telling me why we're heading South?"
"Hm, that. I was planning to surprise you by saying that you're being kidnapped. Well, no," Ivan corrected, chuckling at Alfred's imitation of a goldfish out of water, "We have to travel South, one large round to the East and then only North - we're making a detour to avoid the Terrahae Peaks and the Abandonar. The blizzards and sandstorms during this time of the year are too vicious for Ailel to weather through. Never mind the passengers on board."
"Okay," Alfred said, not pursuing the matter like Ivan thought he would.
"Not going to argue with me, br - rytsar?"
"Unfortunately, I'm not stupid," Alfred said, rolling his eyes. Then he shrugged. "I'm not gonna argue about something every single freakin' person warned me about before I even went on this journey. Anyway, you're steering the dragon, so like." ( ... )
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"What were you doing before Dad called you over?"
Ivan frowned momentarily before shrugging. "Mm, I had just finished bottling up a potion for this particular princess who wanted to grow very, very long hair." Royals; such whims they had. Ivan learned to stop asking too much questions of what they wanted to do with the things he gave them - rather, he didn't really want to find out. He simply made a few inquiries here and there to make sure that they weren't going to blow up the realm, and they were good to go. Everything was fine as long as they paid the settled price. "Then I sent it off before your guardian summoned me."
"How'd he 'summon' you? I mean, you're were probably at least one country away. More magic?"
"By name," Ivan answered without thought, and Alfred raised an eyebrow - an action which was probably from years of being under Arthur's care: it looked exactly the same as how Arthur would have done it. "It is rare someone would call upon a wizard's last name since they are not given away easily; I've had a spell set up ( ... )
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All of them revolved around the brattish prince - who obviously, in those fifteen years, grew up.
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Alfred suddenly opened his eyes, before squinting when the light flooded into his eyes - and then adjusting. It was probably already a couple hours past midday since they left early that morning. A warm weight was settled on his lap and he felt comfortable and he really didn't wanna get up because it was just so nice here, just dozing and if Ivan let him take naps like this then -
Ivan.
Wait.
You're sleeping on him, dumbass.
Alfred jerked away with a strange sound, but that movement made the arm on his waist tighten and he felt the breath leave out of him when Ivan jerked him back, up against that hard, firm chest and - and -
Alfred felt like dying.
"Steady, little prince -"
"Get your hands off me!" Alfred freaked out - er, of course, in a Heroic way, yes - when Ivan simply tightened his grip.
"Only if you want to fall down so badly. Such a way to thank the person keeping you from falling the past few hours or so, net?"
"Oh."
There ( ... )
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"Haven't you noticed you didn't need to before this -"
"I did. I mean, when I felt like I needed to, I just did it. I'm guessing it's just one of the side effects to this thing? This need for peeing? I wouldn't know, I'm not an expert in people magically turned into ghosts, but you are. Whatever it is, I really need to like, pee."
Granted, Ivan hadn't had much experience with people bound by the curse - three victims, none of them as strange as Alfred - but he was very sure this was definitely not one of those side effects... Was it? Maybe it was the body's way of regulating his processes, to make itself feel more human. The scholar part of himself noted that fact. Whatever it was, Ivan inhaled long; calmly.
"No."
"Okay, seriously, just like - five minutes, then we can totally continue our journey or something but for now I seriously need it. I don't want the feeling as if I just peed on Beef."
Beef protested vehemently to this, chirping.
Smartass dragon.
Ivan did not need to argue with Alfred, and Ailel, about the need to dispose of ( ... )
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Shit, Alfred cursed, starting to move again when the girl stumbled a second time and this time fell, while the wyrm behind her roared and made its way closer. Nasty things, wyrms. They were related to dragons, though they didn't exactly have the wings needed for flight, and were the size of two ponies when fully grown. This one was close to the size of one, so it meant it was probably still in its teens - which was a thought he certainly did not need right now since that girl was going to get seriously hurt in the next second save her, you idiot!
(a/n: ... I left out a chunk wtflolorzfail.)
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"Hey!" Alfred shouted, running up to the wyrm and slamming his body on its side - related to dragons, should be impervious to magic as well - causing it to momentarily stagger - god, that hurt - and then using that moment to roll away in safety. Wyrms were nasty things, but usually the ones which aren't fully matured haven't got the speed to match their elder counterparts.
That was what the Captain of the Guard taught him back at home. As long as Alfred played it safe he'd be fine.
But his rescue attempt was already foolhardy as it was.
"Come on, get up," he urged the girl, who looked bemused at his appearance - even more so when he tried to help her up, but only encountered air, and that made Alfred swear in frustration. "I - sorry - get up! I'll distract him while you run over to the river, okay? To the other side, my friend's there and - go - go now!" She nodded at the commands, while Alfred dashed onto the other side, whistling at the wyrm to follow.
Obviously it was now more interested in Alfred since it raised its head and ( ... )
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The amount of awesome reflected in this fill is inconceivable. It's been hours since I read the last part, and I still can't stop thinking about it.
Bravo, anon. Bravo.
This is definitely my new fave on the meme. Consider me stalking this page until you grace us with the next update.
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Very much looking forward to more! :) Knowing that other chapters have been written is good to know... I'm sure I'll be checking as often as I can.
Services crusader, sayth recaptcha. I love how... oddly interesting it can be.
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More than that though, you have a beautiful grasp on the characters. Alfred is completely the loveable dork I adore without being over-the-top/retarded as some people tend to make him, and Russia isn't psycho-crazy-rapist, which is exactly what I yearned for X3
You also have my interest so piqued now, on just what makes Alfred so special, why Arthur wouldn't let him leave the castle much, etc...
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Hee. I wonder why :3
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But yeah. Much MUCH love.
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Take care of him.
I will.
Oh Arthur. Oh Ivan. My favourite drunk/blackmagic duo.
I can't believe there are -two- amazing fills for this prompt; thank you anons! And thank you OP for providing such a great prompt :D
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