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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

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somehobgoblincallme:

Ah yes. Those sorts of questions. Those she could explain.

"I’ll answer those," she said, nodding a little. "May we go inside first, please?

Though she was willing to have this conversation, it wasn’t really one she wanted to hold outside with blood drying on her wounds.

The wizard paused for a moment and turned his gaze to look at her… then just gave a short nod, lifting a hand and muttering a few words to drop his wards. Fishing the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the door and started to shove it open, grunting a little, and instead of crashing against his shins, Mister appeared out of nowhere from the steps above and ran inside first.

Guiding Puck inside, Harry closed the door and raised the wards again, then helped her over to the sofa. “Should I get out the first aid kit?”

Puck settled on the edge of the couch, trying not to bleed all over it. Because that would be rude, and messy, and it was never a good idea to leave blood around.

"First aid kit probably isn’t strictly necessary, but it’s not a bad idea either," she said, relaxing as she sensed the wards snap back into place around the apartment. With Harry’s invitation, the threshold had barely even made her skin buzz. The wards themselves, though, where good solid constructs- for being made by a fairly young wizard, anyway. Even if the hobgoblins had tracked her there, they would not be getting inside.

Squirming around a bit, and trying to hide a wince of pain, she wriggled out of her tunic and began taking stock of herself. The worst, she decided, was the set of deep gouges running down her stomach. Those would really benefit from some proper care, because she was fairly certain Owen would feel those. The rest were mostly deep scratches or fang punctures. She’d gotten damned lucky, to tangle with a pair of hobgoblins and come out reasonably intact.

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lokiodinsonblog:

Petition to call people who don’t actively ship a thing but are amenable to it/support it/happily giggle over art and headcanons related to it with people who DO ship it ‘safe harbors’, and the act of supporting a ship while not shipping it yourself ‘harboring’. Also works for ‘I don’t know if I ship it YET but I kinda like it so I’m game for supporting it until the chemistry between these two characters convinces me to ship it’

The pun works on the nautical theme AND it can refer to harboring feelings for something!

I don’t ship Fandral/Loki, but my awesome RP partner has made me harbor it!

I don’t ship Fandral/Loki, but I’ll harbor it because my partner adores it.

I don’t know if I ship Fandral/Loki, because my RP partner and I only just really started working with them together, but I’ll harbor it until I decide for certain because so far the chemistry between them is fun.

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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

"Well now that’s not a loaded question, is it?" She tilted her head to look up at him, absently taking in the sounds and scents of their surroundings. He looked pensieve. Not quite broody, but definitely deep in thought.

"You may ask. I will explain what I can."

"How—"

His frown deepened. Despite himself, Harry had suddenly lost all words and was unsure exactly what he wanted her to explain. “Okay… okay. You said you were… what, human before, right?” He limped with her a few short steps down the block, approaching his home. “So… when was the change? How did it change? How…” He sighed, shaking his head and pausing near the top of the steps to his place. “I don’t even know what to ask.”

Ah yes. Those sorts of questions. Those she could explain.

"I’ll answer those," she said, nodding a little. "May we go inside first, please?

Though she was willing to have this conversation, it wasn’t really one she wanted to hold outside with blood drying on her wounds.

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frostbite883
Puck, what was the most saddest thing you'd experience in your life?

The saddest thing? Good question, because I have seen many sad things.

One that stands out in particular is when Captain Edward Teague died.

See, a few centuries back, I made a bet with Borealis, Oberon’s son. We set a span of time and decided to see who could become the most famous sailor within that period. He joined the Royal Navy under a human guise, I became a cabin boy on a pirate ship- namely, Edward’s ship, the Troubadour.

Things went along swimmingly for a couple of years. I liked Edward a lot. He was a good man and a good captain, especially for a pirate. 

Then he got the news that his son Jack Sparrow, a captain transporting cargo for the East India Trading Company, had been killed at sea when his ship was sunk. Edward was brokenhearted- things had been rough between him and Jack, and sometimes mortals get a bit odd when grieving. He summoned an entity called Baron Samedi in order to bargain with him to bring Jack back to life.

That kind of a thing is a big no-no. magically speaking. And the cost would have been terrible. I revealed myself, chased the Baron off, and offered Edward a deal- I could become a fascimile of Jack and live as him for the remainder of the years he should have had, or some other wish. Damn. I forget what it was- obviously, he chose my being Jack. So I became Jack Sparrow (that’s CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, mate), engineered his miraculous return from the dead, and set about my merry way becoming the most infamous pirate of the time.

Edward… he came to really care for me. Adopted me as his daughter, pretty much, even as I lived as his son. I adored him, and we were very close. Those gold cuffs I always wear? They’re a gift from him.

I was pretty devastated when he finally passed.




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frostbite883
Owen, how many martial art skills do you know?

If you mean individual skills and techniques- many.

If you mean disciplines… I study two or three, including ju-jitsu and aikido. But between those and Puck’s centuries of experience, it’s a little fuzzier.




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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

"They’re only my people in a biological sense, and even that’s twisted up," she said, relieved that he had noticed the trouble she’d been having keeping up. Her tone was just a little defensive. "I was human once, you know. Long time ago."

He was probably right to look at her the way he was, though. Even if she didn’t fully embrace it, she did carry a monster inside her, and he’d gotten a glimpse of that fact tonight.

Harry was silent for the majority of the trip back to his place… though that was mostly because he was thinking about what she had told him. Considering the possibilities, considering what could have happened… considering what could be done.

He finally spoke again when they reached the end of his block. “Can you explain something to me?”

"Well now that’s not a loaded question, is it?" She tilted her head to look up at him, absently taking in the sounds and scents of their surroundings. He looked pensieve. Not quite broody, but definitely deep in thought.

"You may ask. I will explain what I can."

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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

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somehobgoblincallme:

"As a breed, think of hobgoblins like the velociraptors. Dangerously smart, fast, sociopathic pack-hunters. Only worse."

Tiny as she was, she had to scamper a little to keep up with her very tall companion.

"It’s more than just a failed rebellion, though." She didn’t much like thinking about this, much less discussing it, but something whispered that she ought to let him know the actual shape of things, so he truly understood. "My Lord ordered an extermination of the females. And there’s not actually a whole lot that could go toe to toe with a pack of female hobgoblins without the use of a lot of magic, and they’re a bit resistant to fae magic. He- ordered me to lead the assault. And I did. I’m the only one left."

Harry stopped and turned his head to look down at her in alarm, his brows raising and creasing into a look of concern. “Extermination of the— Hell’s Bells, Puck. You did that to your own people?” He knew he was probably being over-judgemental — after all, Hob probably would have killed her and ordered someone else to do it — but there were just some things you didn’t do.

His lips formed a thin line before he pulled her a little more against his side, crouching a little further so she wouldn’t have to scamper so much, he fell silent as he considered the situation.

"They’re only my people in a biological sense, and even that’s twisted up," she said, relieved that he had noticed the trouble she’d been having keeping up. Her tone was just a little defensive. "I was human once, you know. Long time ago."

He was probably right to look at her the way he was, though. Even if she didn’t fully embrace it, she did carry a monster inside her, and he’d gotten a glimpse of that fact tonight.

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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

She didn’t object to the help, even if she strictly didn’t need it. He was a friend and he was offering to help. That wasn’t something she was going to make a habit of pushing away.

"Not as powerful as the Lord of the Hunt, no," she replied as he lead the way out of the park. "There was a war between the Fae about… um… fifteen or sixteen hundred years ago, I think. The hobgoblin pack sided against my Lord and demanded that I do the same. But for all that my shape is as theirs, I never… thought the same way. It’s complicated. But I chose to remain at my Lord’s side in the war."

Her expression turned grim. “Things got bad for a while. In part because of the hobgoblins. Did you ever see or read Jurassic Park?”

Such loyalty… according to her story, it almost sounded misguided. But Harry could understand, particularly if it really was misguided, and his lips pursed as he considered her words. “A rebellion that ended on a bad note… sounds pretty typical, now that you mention it. Sounds like maybe you regret it, just a little, too.”

He turned the corner to lead her down the walk and towards his apartment, his brow creasing slightly. “Both — book’s better than the movie, but the movie was damn good. Don’t see the other two, though, they’re crap.”

"As a breed, think of hobgoblins like the velociraptors. Dangerously smart, fast, sociopathic pack-hunters. Only worse."

Tiny as she was, she had to scamper a little to keep up with her very tall companion.

"It’s more than just a failed rebellion, though." She didn’t much like thinking about this, much less discussing it, but something whispered that she ought to let him know the actual shape of things, so he truly understood. "My Lord ordered an extermination of the females. And there’s not actually a whole lot that could go toe to toe with a pack of female hobgoblins without the use of a lot of magic, and they’re a bit resistant to fae magic. He- ordered me to lead the assault. And I did. I’m the only one left."

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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

She had almost started to relax, permitting him to inspect her injuries and thinking she might get out of this without too many awkward questions. 

Then he asked who Hob was and she grimaced, no longer able to enjoy simply being touched in such a companionable manner.

"Hob is the leader of the hobgoblin pack." she replied. "He’s very old, very powerful, and very dangerous. He also hates my guts. As in, if he didn’t have other plans for me, he would be using them as a necklace and celebratory banners."

His brow creased a little before he mumbled under his breath. “Are we talking Elfking powerful?” He gave her shoulder a little pinch before shaking his head, reaching out to wrap his arm underneath her own to help her stand and turning to lead her out of the park. “Let’s get you back to my place, clean you up. Why’s he hate your guts?”

She didn’t object to the help, even if she strictly didn’t need it. He was a friend and he was offering to help. That wasn’t something she was going to make a habit of pushing away.

"Not as powerful as the Lord of the Hunt, no," she replied as he lead the way out of the park. "There was a war between the Fae about… um… fifteen or sixteen hundred years ago, I think. The hobgoblin pack sided against my Lord and demanded that I do the same. But for all that my shape is as theirs, I never… thought the same way. It’s complicated. But I chose to remain at my Lord’s side in the war."

Her expression turned grim. “Things got bad for a while. In part because of the hobgoblins. Did you ever see or read Jurassic Park?”

tagged as: it occurs to me that this war would have taken place right around the time of the original Merlin;  acrusadeagainststupid;  



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acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

The little fae pressed her fingertips to her ear, grimacing as they came away bloody. She’d be a day or two in mending, no doubt. And Owen was going to be angry that she’d picked a fight with hobgoblins without him. Or really, at all. If she were seriously hurt or killed, his own life would be at risk.

"They shouldn’t have been here," she said, wiping off her fingers. "Technically they aren’t supposed to be in the mortal world at all, even if they do sneak over now and then. I would have thought your reputation would keep them at bay… but I’m fine. Just… frazzled."

Harry took a step closer to her, kneeling down and reaching out to brush his fingers against the side of her head, just around her ear. He leaned in close to take a good look at the wound on her ear, a frown pulling at his lips. “That’s pretty nasty… but if you say you’re okay, I won’t press the issue.”

He was a little more concerned about the fact they had cropped up, as she said, almost out of nowhere, his brow creasing slightly. That was never a good sign, and frankly it bothered him. His hand dropped to lay lightly on her shoulder, and he turned his head a little to catch her eye. “You’d be surprised how many Fae think my reputation is just bluster. Admittedly some of the stuff some of them say about me isn’t exactly true, but if they want to believe I can kill them just by looking their direction, I’m not gonna say anything.”

His lips formed a thin line. “Who the hell is Hob?”

She had almost started to relax, permitting him to inspect her injuries and thinking she might get out of this without too many awkward questions. 

Then he asked who Hob was and she grimaced, no longer able to enjoy simply being touched in such a companionable manner.

"Hob is the leader of the hobgoblin pack." she replied. "He’s very old, very powerful, and very dangerous. He also hates my guts. As in, if he didn’t have other plans for me, he would be using them as a necklace and celebratory banners."

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