First of all, let's pretend that I have no other works I'm working on . But I've been wanting to write this... and so... if anyone likes this... Please review...
AN: I've never read Fire Emblem fanfiction. If you know any good ones, that are BL, please tell me. It can be AU, death fic, I don't care. I just really really want something good.
And yet another: I've only played Path of Radiance and a little more than half of Radiant Dawn. I actually agree on the couples (SPOILER: i.e. Naesala and Leanne are just soooooo hot together) produced in the game but BL is always... something sexy to me... So Tibarn and Reyson are super hot.. so.. yea. Read and review!
FULL SUMMARY: Reyson experiments with Calill, then is transported to the future. Ironically, the person who saves him is a man calling himself Tibarn- half-dressed! He learns there are no longer clans but gangs, and that laguz falling through 'Gaps' are top goods... But 'Tibarn' is a Hawk in Begnion territory. Still, instead of turning Reyson to Oliver, the host of the part, Tibarn takes him home and tries to train Reyson for his own safety if he wants to survive in this world, and for his own animalistic intentions.
Warnings: I'm going to keep it teen for awhile... but... I definitely cannot guarantee it's going to be kept that way. Second, it's hard for me to continue without reviews. Just drop one when you read a chapter and I'll be happy-go-lucky
Pairings: TibarnxReyson (why aren't there more of these?).. and some other FE:POR/RD pairings that I haven't established yet.
Comet
As soon as the bottle of potion shattered against the floor, Reyson knew something was wrong; he was making some huge mistake, and he hesitated.
Calill panicked, yelling, "Reyson, you better say it! You just do not know how difficult it was to brew this. If you really want this- and if you don't want me to smack that pretty head of yours- you'd better go on."
Reyson thought, in a procrastinating sort of way, she has gone out of her way for me- though, I really had to pay through the nose to get it. It was just a little kiss and hug, and a chest of money, but still..
"Reyson, it's going to evaporate- that or my spell will dissipate."
And the hope that this spell might work gripped him; in the warm, but not burning, fire he stood in, he could make out his eyes, wings, and shape- perhaps it was a hallucination. He held onto that anyway and spoke," Tibarn," and a whirlpool appeared beneath his feet.
Yes, it was definitely not a good idea.
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Ulki's ears pricked, wriggling involuntarily, and he heard it fall. This was no empty passing this time- one of the real deals, one of which he had descended from, had fallen from the sky. He would have told the Boss immediately, but he was in the midst of an important conversation with Oliver of Begnion- about the sharing of boundaries in some of the districts downtown and their taxing rates; plus, there was that problem of Daein's underground sub-human fights, which took away upper-class money from Begnion's prostitution rings. Both of which affected Phoenicies' buying (and subsequent freeing) of sub-humans, for the more money they wanted, the least likely they were going to sell them anymore.
Good thing Ulki only had to hear any of this. Just that was giving him a political headache. He strained his ears, not hearing that person move- which meant that person had fainted from falling through the Gap- what they called the five second opening through which sub-humans fell- and was probably not a beast or dragon sub-human. A raven or hawk perhaps? If he, Januff, and the boss got there before Oliver did- and he had to go to the Begnion headquarters to check the monitors of Gaps, which he already did every chance he got- they could take whatever it was and free it in Goldoa territory.
Then it came to Ulki about the Daein- one of the most ruthless gangs in Tellius- agreement pact- one of various little schemes that they had come out to the open about. Every boss involved in Tellius city's truce was required to have at least one sub-human pet, a life-long one. Daein was under the notion that they were being targeted by other gangs for the harsh treatment of their pets. Those that didn't want war was to abide by the truce in reach of the time limit of fifteen days. Just to ease Daein's guilty conscience- that or give them reason to start a bloody war.
There were three days left. The possibility of a Gap appearing in Phoenicies was about once every three months- against Daein and Begnion's twice a month, Kilvas once a month, and too-often Gallia and Goldoa, a gang that actually accepted sub-humans and were not part of the truce, but too much of a formidable enemy for Daein to wave a finger at. Crimea had reported sub-human appearances only a dozen times over the last few years. Still, Crimea's boss had a pet already. But that wasn't even the biggest part; acquiring a sub-human was fairly easy compared to training one.
Ulki sighed inwardly; he trusted the Boss to be fair, but even he had his rough moments when commanding others for their safety. He's had a pet before, then had freed it in Goldoa, after many refusals from the pet towards the Boss's (rather frequent) sexual advances- and the reason for that was Daein's fault as well. Such a jealous and protective person, plus the sexual appetite of a half-breed, Ulki just hoped this sub-human wasn't too hard-headed.
"What, Ulki, you listening to a movie or something?" Januff poked his bony elbow into his bony ribs. "We're done."
Ulki watched Tibarn's gigantic hand barely engulf Oliver's grubby palm. For the umpteenth time that day, the Boss rearranged his uncomfortable tie. Tibarn sort of wanted, throughout the talk, to exchange the Begnion meeting for a Daein one, where they didn't give a hoot what you wore. And they ate more than the petty little 'delicacies' Begnion served here. The only bonus were the intricate carvings in their marble walls, and other artistic endeavors, and the beautiful sub-humans they hoarded, especially with Oliver. Next time he met with Begnion, he was going to get one of the pets to give him some real food.
"I'm so pleased we've gotten so much accomplished today, Phoenicies," Oliver's smile, a contorted shape of fat surrounding his face, was fake. Tibarn mused ruefully that they had accomplished nothing, only further reiterated what the problems were, while he proposed solutions, and Oliver answered vaguely about discussing them with his boss. Politics, politics.
He tried to say something equally pleasant, and false, but an inward honor forbade him to do so. Instead, he replied, "Hope to hear Begnion's reply soon."
Oliver laughed at his awkward reply, then his cellphone rang somewhere underneath his fat and the luxurious robes that covered it. Tibarn's lips twitched at the thought that something might be stuck or lost somewhere in there.
"What?" Oliver said into the phone, "Splendid- but wait until I check before mapping to it. I don't want to have another disappointment like last time, or else you would pay." He hung up with that threat. "Well, I must be off. And you know my policies: Even half-breeds such as Your Excellency have to use the back door."
Coming from a man who worships a witch, Tibarn wished he could utter aloud, but all he did was bow a bit and turned to the pretty purple-haired raven that was to show him the way to the back door. As soon as he was out, he removed his tie, outer jacket, inner vest, the ropes around his shoulders, his shirt, and the bullet-proof vest, then finally unveiled his wings from whatever dimension they came from. Freedom!
Now... The flight home...
What other bird sub-humans claimed to have been able to do since they were young, Tibarn had trained rigorously to keep up his stamina to fly, dedicating dozens of hours a week to honing his skills so that he could show sub-humans that even if he was a half-breed he can be as powerful as they were. On the other hand, he accomplished climbing the social ladders of Phoenicies- of Tellius really- to become a Boss. An enriched bloodline enabled him to reach his status in a little under fifty years, following after Goldoa and Gallia, and Kilvas falling behind Phoenicies. Begnion and Daein were outraged but no one would say anything.
Tibarn grinned at the memory, how at first he was uneasy with the whole situation and ready for war, but now he only had to temporarily tolerate a corpulent bigoted Begnion. He was transported back to reality by Ulki calling him.
"Yes, Ulki?"
The hawk sub-human's ears twitched. Whoever fell was moving around now-it may be some stronger sub-human that just so happen to fall through a particularly powerful Gap. He pointed southeast, the way home. "Something fell through a Gap that way."
"Another little pet for Oliver to pull around, fat lucky bastard." Tibarn flew upwards until he could get some good winds to ease his flying. Januff and Ulki didn't have to worry about such details- but heaven forbid if Tibarn wasn't going to use it.
"You could take it," Januff offered, flying near him, knowing that Tibarn wouldn't think of such devious plans himself- unless it was obviously related to his gang... or sex. "Oliver doesn't know if it is an empty opening or if something fell through, and not even his technology would be able to tell him- just the likelihood."
"If Begnion ever found out..." Tibarn trailed off, but Ulki interrupted him.
"There's little to no chance you're going to get a Gap back at home, and Daein's offer ends in three days. Begnion doesn't need another sub-human, so it's not like you're taking serious goods from them."
"And she could be a pretty one!" Januff urged excitedly, automatically ensuring the gender of the sub-human. "Prettier than Oliver's pets."
Tibarn raised his hands in defeat, feeling the excitement himself. "You guys win, but our ass is grass if we're caught. But I've been looking for a conquest," and he flew ahead, "Lead the way Ulki, or, if you can see, Januff."
The two servant-guards looked at each other. The Boss had said 'conquest'. It was probably Daein's influence, Daein's drugs, and power. At least, that was what they hoped. They followed after him. About half an hour later, Januff spotted a white figure in the otherwise green fields of Oliver's golf course- the course probably unused for centuries.
As they got closer, Januff began to realize what a beauty they were getting. It was male, not Januff's cup of tea, but that little fact wasn't going to deter Tibarn, might even make him even more interested. But then there was the strangest thing...
"I don't know what he is," Januff told them. It looked similar to some other sub-human, but he couldn't get his head to hold onto it.
Tibarn raised an eyebrow. "He? You can see him then? What does he look like?"
"He's really pale, slender. I think his eyes are green. Really pretty. Blond hair- oh, and I see some feathers; they're like an angel's. I know I've seen at least one before, but I've completely forgotten what it was."
"Like Ashnard's Leanne? The heron?"
"Yea! He's a heron!"
Tibarn, though his body stirred with anticipation, imagined a heron like Leanne with himself. "I'll crush him." And why did that give him such a thrill? "Maybe I should leave this one alone."
"He's looking at us," Januff told him. "Do you really want to leave him with Oliver? When you could have him?"
Tibarn began to wonder when had Januff and Ulki learned how to push just the right buttons. Just imagining a beauty like Leanne in Oliver's blubbery hands made his stomach turn; even Ashnard, that damn lunatic, was at least a hard-working man. That fat Begnion lord would probably pass out with the effort to keep 'it' up. And there was no question that he could... with the heron.
"What the...?" Ulki muttered, tone so astounded that Januff and Tibarn stopped.
"Oliver's coming?" Januff whispered, looking around. Usually what Ulki heard, he could see, and it went the other way around, but he didn't see anything.
"No, the heron..." Ulki, ears pointed downward, as if by some odd turn of events he was now hard of hearing, towards the heron that was now looking at them. Januff could see he was saying something.
"What's he saying?"
"He's calling us."
"Really?" Tibarn grinned. "They're generally not so friendly, those sub-humans."
"No, he's calling our names. All three of us."
"You serious?"
"How often do I joke?"
Tibarn and Januff nearly fried their brains searching for those nearly nonexistent occurrences, and landed onto the ground where the heron, who called their names again, walked towards them with a bewildered face.
Reyson blinked in surprise. What on earth were they wearing? Tibarn was bare-chested, gruesome scars here and there, but mostly nothing to complain about... But no! Their biorhythms were totally off, and Tibarn's was nearly completely suppressed. At their hips were silver little machines; they weren't daggers, for they were lower on their thighs, and several cords of ropes on each of them. Why would Tibarn carry rope? However, by the sweet goddess, waves of his smell hit him full force, so definitely masculine, so exclusively Tibarn, that his questions flew away.
Tibarn uncharacteristically continued to the heron, an untrained sub-human straight from the Gap. It was the boy's smell, fresh air; if there was such a cologne, this heron was wearing it. His ancient clothing swirled around his slender frame with a mixture of creamy white, green and silver- hair the truest blonde. Would he tear those habiliments apart? Pull that lovely hair? He could see it in those stubborn eyes, who saw him as some other that no longer lived; once he knew the truth, those gorgeous greens would flame into fury, and he would do just as he had just asked himself... But for now... He would be a gentle man. He took the heron's small chin into his fingers, turning his face up, that blushing, yet welcoming face.
Januff and Ulki shared another look. This was so beyond standard procedure when capturing a sub-human. There would at least be a struggle- but this sub-human was acting nonstandard. What would happen when the heron realized that he was mistaking them for some other people? In the case of that happening anytime soon, and they trusted their Boss would let him know, Ulki took out his ropes, Januff a collar and leash. They took a stance about the pair.
Heavens! His lips were soft, and trembling. So near to him, Tibarn could smell the sweet flesh of a virgin. Rather large, but delicate hands pressed against his bare chest, splaying over his nipple.
Reyson put his other arm, just as nervous, around the carved hips. Tibarn's tongue swished over his lips in entreating little licks, but he was too much of a coward to open his mouth and let him in, and the hawk settled for nibbling. One strong arm pulled him taut against him, so that Tibarn's burning need pushed into his stomach. Reyson suddenly realized that he hadn't thought so far. Holding hands and talking, yes, sometimes, kissing, maybe, satisfying sexual needs- no, not yet, but if Tibarn wanted to...He could...Probably...
Tibarn saw his closest Brothers walk around him and the heron, and he realized that it was time to disillusion the poor thing. He separated their lips and made an effort to calm himself, such a hard task with the object of his desire so close... He pulled further apart, and told him, in a whispering voice that would probably blast the heron's fantasy to pieces, "It is odd that you know my name." Of course, the green eyes flashed. Ulki and Januff closed in.
"What?" Reyson said intelligently, noticing then Ulki and Januff's proximity, and the rope and leash in their hands. Those... Were meant for him? He looked at Tibarn, and noticed the face had no scar. These strange biorhythms... No, not strange, completely different, completely different people, with the same names, same faces? How? Why? He shoved Tibarn away, standing in the middle of the three of them. "Where am I?"
Tibarn took out his own rope, desires completely shot. Now, it was business- but forget about Goldoa, this one was definitely his. "You're in Tellius. A city," he added, knowing that most sub-humans form the Gap knew Tellius as a continent.
"What year is it?" Reyson whispered, backing up into Ulki.
"2091." Tibarn almost wished he hadn't said anything; the look of utter devastation was enough to tear his heart in two.
2091! Now.. A thousand years lay between him... and the real Tibarn... Enraged, he screamed, "Why did you kiss me?"
The hawk boss wondered briefly if telling the truth- that he hoped it would lead to consensual sex- would be the right answer. He decided that answer by answering, "Because you're a pretty sub-human that I want to make my pet. And, plus, you didn't seem to be complaining." Not too far from the truth.
Reyson blushed fiercely. "Sub-human! Pet! You're not Tibarn, my Tibarn... Oh, goddess... My dear sister Leanne, father... Ike! Soren, Titania... Elincia, Sanaki... All of them.. gone..." He fell to his knees, covering his face; the ground and everything else seeming so far away. Is this how the potion spell was to work? He'll get what he wanted, but it wasn't exactly how he expected it to happen? A thousand years in the future, and that Tibarn, disloyal to the laguz name, so far as to call them sub-human and make them pets! His eyes burned, his heart heavy.
Tibarn nodded at Ulki and Januff, and they grabbed the heron as he sat distraught in the grass. At first, it seemed to be a relatively simple task, until the heron began fighting back and managed to sock Januff a good one. But, he soon began to wear his already worn body out. So he began singing, a melancholy song that slowed the world around them. The Boss immediately recognized the galdr, knowing that upon its completion they would be completely immobilized. Before his limbs could stiffen any further, he clutched the heron my his throat, and began squeezing, the song ending in a horrid squeak as the sub-human struggled to breathe.
"Stop singing," Tibarn ordered. If they were to become paralyzed, they would be caught by Oliver- and that wasn't worth the heron's beseeching tears. He still wasn't able to stand the site of them, and he let him go.
"Leave me be! I will not become your pet!" He took in deep shuddering gasps, tears streaming down his face. "I'd live in this world alone before that happens."
Ulki's ears twitched restlessly. "Oliver's coming, and it seems he's bringing an entourage of lords with him. If we want to be out of sight before he arrives, it's best to leave now. We should leave the sub-human. He's broken." He and Januff took to the sky, hoping their boss would follow them.
Tibarn knew the safe, right thing to do- but to leave such a lovely conquest, such prideful- yet, desperate- eyes and exquisite features. To Oliver! When he could be his? It seemed like a crime, and Tibarn knew a bit about that. However, the sub-human made it easy for him.
"Oliver, of Begnion?" Reyson's face twisted in obvious horror.
Finding this weak spot, Tibarn rose a bit into the air, making a mock effort to fly away. "Yes. And since you desire it so much, I'll leave you alone, here."
"N-No! Take me with you! Not Oliver!"
"Oliver's not here. So you will be alone," Tibarn told him, a cruel smile playing over his face.
His Tibarn wasn't usually this way to him- his enemies, yes, but to him, whom he had protected for so many years? Ashamedly, he grabbed onto Tibarn's hovering legs, face blushing furiously, and whispered, "Please, Tibarn, take me with you... I don't want to be alone here." The sudden realization hit him that he meant that. He absolutely did not want to be left in this strange year alone, anywhere, in this Tellius city or whatever country or continent they were in. Everything he knew was gone- he was already alone in that respect. He felt himself be lifted by his waist, then turned horizontally onto Tibarn's arms. He kept his eyes closed, shut to keep in any tears that might escape.
Oh, for so long had he wished to be in Tibarn's arms...But this, now, filled him with complete emptiness.
Tibarn squeezed the heron closer to him, hoping he wasn't broken, because the pain wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot.