Pairings: Sans/Reader, Sans/Sans, Bad Sans Poly, Bad Sans Poly with Reader
Cracking the Cage
Chapter Summary: On a day when she feels stuck in a holding pattern, Dust decides to surprise Addison with an impulse visit to Nightmare’s famed library.
Chapter Tags: Past familial abuse (flashbacks, references to going hungry, property destruction), discussion of the possibility of a dead body.
Hey folks! I hope everyone is having a lovely and safe holiday season. Just a heads up that I will be taking another week off after this, but will be back with weekly updates (ideally) after the new year. Here’s to 2022 folks!
Guess who has spent the day working on the final part of Greater Forces?
ME!! That’s right folks, you are going to get an actual ending to this series in the very near future. Will Mycroft get the girl or will he screw it up? I guess we will all find out together!
MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN LEADING UP TO THIS MOMENT
Oh, I feel a little bad that I haven’t finished it sooner!
“Thanks again.” Timaeus rubbed the back of his neck grateful for the others help when he’d told them something had come up and he needed to get home, but as far as he could find there wouldn’t be any flights for awhile abd ut would ready be a long flight as it was.
Not to mention then having to grab a boat to get to the little island as it had no airport of any kind.
“You don’t have to come all the way, my mána will be meeting me at the dock.”
“YAH-soo,” Kaiba repeated the phrase exactly as Timaeus had said it. He found hearing the words spoken phonically and repeating them was the easiest part of learning any language. It would be when it came to reading them as text when it’d become harder to understand, especially with what little knowledge he had of the Greek alphabet.
Goodbye was another easy phrase to grasp, either formally as ‘adio’ or using the exact same 'yassou’ used for saying hello as a less formal farewell. Good morning and good evening were also fairly straightforward, as 'Kaliméra’ and 'Kalispéra’. (so if all else failed, at least he’d be able to greet people)
'Parakaló’ was a little trickier to say with Kaiba’s tongue struggling on his first couple of tries. His third attempt was spoken extremely slowly as he tackled each phonic. By his fourth try, nobody would have known he’d ever struggled with the 'L’ and 'O’ sounds coupled together.
“If you’re teaching me manners, I’m going to need to know how to say thank you as well,” he commented with a self-satisfied smile still present on his face. “Being able to introduce myself wouldn’t go amiss either, as would being able to say I don’t speak Greek/understand what was said. Also, simple things like 'yes’, 'no’, ordering a coffee-” he cut himself off when he released he was getting ahead of himself. “Sorry, Timaeus, I didn’t mean to hi-jack your teaching. Please continue.”
It was New Year’s Eve. A time for fresh starts and looking towards the future with optimism. An occasion Kaiba usually spent hosting one of the annual celebration parties at either Kaiba Land or Kaiba Corp. But not this year. This year he had other plans.
This year, New Years fell on his and Kisara’s scheduled ‘Film Night’, and there was no force on Earth (other than Kisara herself) that would make him cancel on her. Their friendship meant too much to him to just cast it aside for some frivolous party instead.
“You sure you’re not coming?” Mokuba asked one last time as his brother parked their car outside of the Muto’s Game shop where a party was in full swing. “Yugi and the others would love to see you.”
“I’m sure they would, but Yugi knows I have prior arrangments,” Kaiba stated matter-of-factly. Keeping multiple friendships going was hard but he made time for each of them so as not to favour one more than the other.
“Well, there’s no reason Kisara couldn’t come along too.”
Here he goes! Kaiba rolled his eyes tiredly at his brother’s tease. “You know as well as I do that she hates parties.”
A mischievous grin broke out on Mokuba’s face. “She met you a one, didn’t she?”
“Point proven.”
The grin vanished from Mokuba’s face. “That’s negative thinking, Seto.”
“It’s dry wit actually,” he retorted, hoping it wasn’t going to be followed up with further lecturing from his sibling. “Maybe you’ll learn it too someday. Now come on, get out before you make me late for Film Night.”
“What are you watching?” Mokuba asked curiously as he unbuckled his seatbelt and readied his hand on the door handle.
“Some cgi animated trilogy about training dragons or something. Apparently, I’ll like it.”
“Oh, you will,” Mokuba grinned. “Especially the last one.” He opened the car door and stepped out.
“Have fun, Kiddo.”
“You too,” Mokuba waved goodbye. As the car began to drive off, he cupped his hands around his mouth and raised his voice, “Wish Kisa a 'Happy New Year’ from me!”
Will do. Kaiba smiled at the reflection of his brother in the rearview mirror. Now that he was on the road again, he tapped his car’s touchscreen display.
[Text to Kisara]: On my way, be there soon.
“Thanks.” Kaiba took a handful of the party mix Kisara had offered him and munched on it whilst watching the climactic battle. Knowing there were two more sequels to get through,- as was as it being a 'kids film’,- he knew there’d be no way the protagonist and/or his dragon would be killed during the suspenseful sequence, however, he was surprised at the outcome that saw the boy maimed as a result; a happy ending he’d anticipated, the battle consequences he had not. Hmm, clearly I’ve gotten my thinking all wrong in assuming animations talk down to their target audience…
In fact, he’d enjoyed the film, the only real issue being the accents he’d found both baffling and jarring at times. Why were the adults speaking with Scottish accents whilst the kids had American ones (and whatever Hiccup’s was)? They’re Vikings, surely they should have had Scandinavian accents? Or at least all speak with the same kind of accent for the sake of continuity? Ugh, I’m overthinking things again!
As the credits began to roll, Kaiba was about to give Kisara his verdict on the film when she beat him to speaking first. His heart danced a little in response to what he heard; inviting him to sit with her was yet another step taken towards Kisara’s recovery (and theirs?) He waited until she returned with her drink and had sat down again before he relocated himself next to her as the second film started.
Barely a couple of minutes in and Kaiba could already see a slight change of style to make the main characters older/less cartoonish as well as rendering and fluidity improvements within the animation itself. It was very pleasing to look at, so much so that the sequence featuring the protagonist testing out a 'flight suit’ had Kaiba yearning to be flying amongst the clouds himself.
A few more minutes later and the film’s plot became clear for Kaiba to see. It was going to be one of those storylines where the hero was reluctant to fulfil the role expected of them yet would wind up in that very role before the film was through, most likely having their naivety shattered in the process which in this case would seem to be by engaging in war with the dragon-hunters. And in wars, there were always losses…
Discovering the identity of the mysterious dragon-rider took Kaiba by surprise. It wasn’t the identity of the woman herself but rather the bitterness it stirred inside him. Why the hell was he suddenly feeling so resentful towards a fictional character with who he had begun to identify with? Could it be he was jealous of the protagonist being reunited with his 'supposedly dead’ mother? Or was it the fact that the mother had basically abandoned her child for 20 years and there were no ill feelings to be felt?…
The sight of the magnificent white Bewilderbeast (a new favourite dragon!) calmed Kaiba’s mind a little. But not for long. Soon both of the protagonist’s parents were reunited and displayed the most unrealistic forgiveness he had ever seen. His eyes rolled at the far-fetched and ridiculousness of it all before sneaking a sideways glance to view Kisara’s reaction. The contentedness of her face suggested that perhaps he was being too cynical, and therefore he should just relax and not take every little thing so seriously. He returned to watching the film as the dragon-hunters began to launch their attack…
Empty. That was how Kaiba felt after having watched the white Bewilderbeast killed in battle. And as if that wasn’t enough, the protagonist’s father also met his end. Kaiba knew it shouldn’t have affected him like it had,- he’d disliked the man at first but had grown fond of him after the change made towards the end of the first film,- yet the loss of this honourable man (fictional he may be) and the way he’d died was strong enough to stir something inside him…
Kisara’s question was a welcomed distraction from the current Viking funeral taking place on screen. “Sure, I’ll visit the shrine with you tomorrow,” he replied. “Just let me know what time you’d like me to come back over and I’ll be right there.”
“Thanks again.” Timaeus rubbed the back of his neck grateful for the others help when he’d told them something had come up and he needed to get home, but as far as he could find there wouldn’t be any flights for awhile abd ut would ready be a long flight as it was.
Not to mention then having to grab a boat to get to the little island as it had no airport of any kind.
“You don’t have to come all the way, my mána will be meeting me at the dock.”
Kaiba’s eyes flickered towards the rearview mirror to see his passenger admiring the view. The response he received didn’t really answer anything. He’d been relying on a decision being made for him so that he didn’t inadvertently pick the wrong answer. He didn’t want to impose himself on any kind of family matters that his friend might have going on, yet at the same time, it would just be rude to not accompany his friend to the end of his journey. But if it was going to be his choice…
“I guess I could do to learn some basic phrases,” he admitted. “Greek isn’t one of those languages that I’m fluent in or recognise very well, so I’ll take you up on that offer if you’re serious. We could even start now seeing as we still have over 8 hours to go before we land.”
“You’re lucky Mokie.” Brunhilde said while they hung out in the Kaiba’s Game room. A slice of heaven as She often called it. Her favorite place to hang out with her best friend/partner in crime.
The starling had a few noticeable changes, one of the main one beings she is slightly taller, but also her ears were no longer round. They got slightly pointer as if overnight. This was all result of puberty finally hitting her, but…that didn’t mean it was all good.
“I mean…Technology is way better than magic. We get all this cool stuff like phones, video games, the internet….” She listed off before looking at Mokuba. “And your brother is way cooler than mine. He’s basically a king who made a kingdom despite everything that happened to you two.” Brunhilde said while grabbing a controller to start playing smash.
“….I’d like a brother like that.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, Bunny, but I’m pretty sure Seto’s sanity will remain,” Mokuba told his friend whilst his eyes turned to his brother and he softly smiled. “He’s been through things you couldn’t imagine, one night babysitting you isn’t going to faze him…”
If he hadn’t overheard their conversation just a moment ago, Kaiba might have taken some comfort in his brother’s words, but right now they felt nothing short of superficial.
“Besides, he has me to deal with on a daily basis.” The smile on Mokuba’s face grew into a grin that almost matched his friend’s. “Now if he were to deal with us as a tag-team for a day or two-”
“Heh, you two are so full of yourselves,” Kaiba smirked at the mischievous looking duo before him. “As if either of you could ever push me that far.” His attention then focused solely on Brunhilde as she mentioned he could still opt out of the arranged sleepover. A single eyebrow was raised as he asked her, “You think I’m just going to hand you victory?”
“Why does everything have to be a game with you, Seto?” Mokuba muttered under his breath as he rolled his eyes and reached for his backpack.
Ignoring his brother’s ribbing,- that’s all it was, right? - Kaiba continued to speak with his boyfriend’s sibling. “I understood that asking Aqua to move in with me wouldn’t be easy on him or his twin, hence why I saught Yami’s permission in advance of asking. If they want to harmlessly test me to prove my seriousness and find out what I would or wouldn’t do for my Muffin, then so be it. That and I never turn down a challenge-”
The alert on Kaiba’s phone sounded and startled Narce who let out a hiss in response to the disturbance.
“It’s okay, girl, it’s just Roland.” Kaiba pet his dragon’s head with one hand whilst his other checked his phone.
“Is everything okay?” Mokuba asked, knowing it was unusual for the other to contact them out of working hours.
“Yes, he’s just informing me he’s here to collect you and take you to the twins’.”
“He’s what?!” Mokuba exclaimed as he watched his brother type out and send a reply to Roland’s message. “I thought you were going to take me?”
“Normally I would, but the Mercedes is undergoing its shaken, we’re unable to use one of sports cars since there’s three of us and I’ve no intension on leaving our guest here on her own… I’ll be there to pick you up tomorrow. Now get a move on, don’t keep Roland waiting.”
Mokuba pulled his backpack over his shoulder and waved to them both as he left the room. “Have fun.”
It was New Year’s Eve. A time for fresh starts and looking towards the future with optimism. An occasion Kaiba usually spent hosting one of the annual celebration parties at either Kaiba Land or Kaiba Corp. But not this year. This year he had other plans.
This year, New Years fell on his and Kisara’s scheduled ‘Film Night’, and there was no force on Earth (other than Kisara herself) that would make him cancel on her. Their friendship meant too much to him to just cast it aside for some frivolous party instead.
“You sure you’re not coming?” Mokuba asked one last time as his brother parked their car outside of the Muto’s Game shop where a party was in full swing. “Yugi and the others would love to see you.”
“I’m sure they would, but Yugi knows I have prior arrangments,” Kaiba stated matter-of-factly. Keeping multiple friendships going was hard but he made time for each of them so as not to favour one more than the other.
“Well, there’s no reason Kisara couldn’t come along too.”
Here he goes! Kaiba rolled his eyes tiredly at his brother’s tease. “You know as well as I do that she hates parties.”
A mischievous grin broke out on Mokuba’s face. “She met you a one, didn’t she?”
“Point proven.”
The grin vanished from Mokuba’s face. “That’s negative thinking, Seto.”
“It’s dry wit actually,” he retorted, hoping it wasn’t going to be followed up with further lecturing from his sibling. “Maybe you’ll learn it too someday. Now come on, get out before you make me late for Film Night.”
“What are you watching?” Mokuba asked curiously as he unbuckled his seatbelt and readied his hand on the door handle.
“Some cgi animated trilogy about training dragons or something. Apparently, I’ll like it.”
“Oh, you will,” Mokuba grinned. “Especially the last one.” He opened the car door and stepped out.
“Have fun, Kiddo.”
“You too,” Mokuba waved goodbye. As the car began to drive off, he cupped his hands around his mouth and raised his voice, “Wish Kisa a 'Happy New Year’ from me!”
Will do. Kaiba smiled at the reflection of his brother in the rearview mirror. Now that he was on the road again, he tapped his car’s touchscreen display.
[Text to Kisara]: On my way, be there soon.
Kaiba thought the arrangement of Kisara’s floor pillows loosely resembled a nest; a soft curved mound that provided her with both comfort and security, kind of like the pillow forts he and Mokuba used to build at the orphanage. Only back then he’d built the pillow forts as a way to shield them both from the rest of the outside world. Is that what Kisara was doing now? Creating her own space to shield herself from him? Did she even want him there at all?-
No. he told himself once he realised his mind was overthinking things. Kisara’s just making herself comfortable for tonight’s viewing marathon. If she didn’t want me here, she wouldn’t have arranged all this or welcomed me with a hug upon arrival; STOP worrying and watch the damn films!
Without another thought towards his friend and her pillows, he reached for one of the many snack bowls Kisara had prepared for them and began eating as the film started.
At first, he found the protagonist’s voice an assault on his ears,- like nails down a chalkboard,- but the boy’s sarcastic dry humour (amongst other things) helped him warm to the character fairly quickly. Another thing he warmed to quickly were the dragons as each breed was introduced during the opening monologue, the Monstrous Nightmare being an instant favourite closely followed by the Deadly Nadder as the film progressed, whilst the main dragon,- the one he’d once seen on Timaeus’ hoodie,- being too 'cat-like’ for his liking. And the visuals… amazing; yes the characters were stylised in a cartoonist manner but everything else looked very realistic indeed that at times he almost forgot he was watching animation at all.
Got 15 done night, only 3 more to go! I’ll get them done hopefully this evening, and get them photographed and posted by tommorow evening if all goes well!!
I’m in the process of moving and it’s taking up all of my time, I have 5 WIPs that I really want to push out, but I have zero time.
I promise when I get the slightest chance, I’ll work hard on finishing them.
The next chapter in my Kenobi series will probably be out first, then the next chapter in my Khonshu fic. Those are my priority then I’ll work on my oneshots and the next part of my Yancy series.
I hope you’re not too disappointed and I promise I’m trying my hardest.
Thank you as so much for the support, your interactions mean the world to me!
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In the mean time, feel free to catch up with my previous works here.
I’m sorry for the lack of writing, I’ve been with my dad recently who is really sick and been in and out of the hospital. I started college last week so I can’t go with him as much anymore so I will be dedicating more time to writing between classes and at night!
Neither the Empuse, nor the presence of the VIth, were high among Frost’s list of concerns. He paid both little mind at first, preferring not to interfere in another Legion’s business unless orders came for him to do otherwise. Come they did, and the augmented Elezen immediately snapped his attention to the man in sinister-looking armor with a salute.
There was no mistaking the identity of a Legatus where each one’s armor was unique to the individual who wore it. No introductions were needed, and if a Legatus told someone to jump they did it without question or risk being cut down where they stood.
It was only a minor sore spot in his mind that he was being called away from listening to the chimerical cores of his siblings singing not far away, and what soreness there was was salved by the honor of being called upon by Regula to lend his aid. As Purebloods went, he was a man whose reputation well preceded him, and he was one of the few unto whose leadership he would gladly transfer if the opportunity ever arose, that being if or when his siblings were free of their predicament. Failing that, a good word from someone in his position often went a long way to improving one’s circumstances.
Into the fray he leapt, albeit without a weapon visibly carried on his person, but some of the Empuse in his path were quickly reduced to scattered limbs and parts, and spatterings of sickly green, sticky ichor which soon coated much of his light armor and the blades now protruding from his arms. Where had he been hiding those?
From there, he sought to work his way toward the cliffs as ordered, where he could lay down a layer of ice to make it easier to push the mutated vilekin over the edge.
Not a word from the strange external soldier – but he is helping, and the more the merrier, Regula supposes. He moves for his strategy, working to help others cut the Empuse down, although he’s a bit surprised to see a sudden slash of green before him, and watches the stranger in front of him cutting them down.
Indeed, this was no Legion that Regula was familiar with, and he wonders then perhaps if he is meddling with things he should not have – but he puts away the concern. He is the Legatus who serves under Varis, and he will serve his Emperor, regardless of the other Legion’s loyalty.
Seeing them get to work at their magics, Regula makes no hesitation to join them, and helps assisting in the work of fighting the creatures off the edge of the floating islands, and glancing over, seeing the ice causing them to slip so they cannot climb back up from the underside, and slip into the abyss below. Once the large majority of the creatures were either cut down or sent over the edge, Regula moves swiftly to find other small skirmishes, until he is sure they are all destroyed.
It is not the hardest fight he has done, but still the fight leaves him to shallow breaths, and makes him a bit surprised to see this ancient city still have so much life in it. “Grateful am I to have you.” Regula told the stranger, once the incident was mostly over. “May I ask for your name?” He would be sure to put in a good word for the soldier if he could. “… If you cannot say, then I understand, and I will let you go if you must go elsewhere.”
Regula hardly expects the fighting to be over, but he will not lean too hard on the kindness of strangers, he will do what he can to press on, and seek more information about the Allag technologies.
The stranger seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, regardless of lending his aid to another Legion’s Legatus and his men. Now and then, amidst the clatter and spray, one might have heard him laugh. It was a low sound bordering on an inhuman growl, but the more of the Empuse they disposed of, either by driving off the edge or dismembering, the more pleased he seemed.
In the end, when Regula came to him again, the armored Elezen paid no heed to the fact that he was strewn with what was effectively the lifeblood of Allag’s leftover pets. This was nothing new. No… this was second nature.
“I’m afraid I don’t have much of a name to offer, my Lord,” his voice rasped as he took a respectful knee. “The long version is, I’m 0178FB, Survivalist Unit of the IIIrd Legion’s Colossus Project. More succinctly, I’m known as Frost. It’s an honor and privilege to assist you, sir.”
The prompt immediately made me think of Sakura and Ino! Ribbons and pearls on their lingerie, as decoration on their bodies, and as visual appeal in the bedroom ;) I think they’d be all about the aesthetics, learning how to display their bodies for each other in new and interesting ways. Sakura ends up loving the soft pinks and ribbons framing her toned-as-fuck body, while Ino is all about sheers and sparkle to show herself off with a hint of glamour.
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