[fanfic] Fang/Lotti - K - "Come Home."
Title: Come Home.
Author: emorial
For: Nobody.
Characters: Lotti Baskerville, Fang Baskerville.
Warnings: Spoilers up to chapter fifty - six.
Rating: K.
Genre: Family.
Pairings: Fang/Lotti.
Summary: lotti is once more thrown a hundred years into the future, only this time she’s the first to arrive. preparing herself for this new world and the arrival of other baskervilles, a strange meeting occurs with an even stranger man. (if you’re familiar with a certain line in pandora hearts, you’ll see where this inspiration was drawn from.)
Everything had come crashing down.
A fight in the city as the truth had unfolded, the Baskervilles thrust into the world that they were destined to protect. Nobody had been able to stop it, the second coming of the Tragedy that was destined to appear after the awaited hundred years. Getting out of their personal hell wasn’t any easier than before, now that she recalled the struggles through the darkness to reach the door.
For every beam of light shining through the door‘s cracks, her hope was snatched by another appendage of darkness ensnaring her. This time wasn‘t a lucky draw for her emergence much like the last time, throwing her a hundred years further into the future. The first to escape, leaving her alone in the vast world to learn of the new wonders it had to offer her in exchange for her sacrifice of leaving them behind.
Gaining money for modern clothes, acquiring all the knowledge she could -- this was her duty as a Baskerville, to learn what she could in order to teach the new arrivals of the world. No master to follow, only her own intuition; it was scary, now that she thought about it, how small you felt when you were alone with little understanding.
* * *
If it weren’t for her trip to the library in search of information, she would never have found him.
Pink optics had been searching along the shelves of old books, finding the most recent to look at all the time that had passed and what had come to fruit. Brown peered through the empty book slot she happened upon, a startled noise escaping the pinkette as she stumbled back and nearly flattened the display behind her.
“Watch it, will you?! It’s not polite to scare someone like that!”
“Ah, you’ll have to forgive me! I didn’t expect someone to be in this section, honestly.”
Book covers scraped against wood, a patch removed from the shelf that was eye level to the Baskerville gazing in his direction. With a smile as bright as what he gave through that small space, it was amazing how his light didn’t blind her in a split second.
* * *
Somehow the two had managed to bump into each other more than once in the past few weeks, leaving awkward conversations and bickering in it’s wake. Comfort could always be found within them as much as Lotti refused to admit openly.
Bickering soon turned into teasing, the woman’s hand shoving his face away as he laughed heartily.
“You’ll make my face stay like this if you push on it any harder.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t say stupid things to make me react like this, then!”
A merry-go-round of familiar conversations, memories resurfacing as she pinched at his cheeks while the hours passed. Everything she needed to learn about this place was being provided for her. Tossing him aside would be unnecessary, something that could ail her later on if she weren’t able to find the write thing. For now, she would simply use him until she was able to understand this world without the aid of another.
Just a tool, nothing but a vague existence to be used to her advantage.
* * *
Months had passed since their first encounter, the two spending more time in each other’s company as time flowed deeper into their lives. Nostalgic feelings began to erupt from the lioness, old wishes returning in hopes that peaceful times like these could last for all of eternity. And, as if to prove her wrong that the silence around them would break just as the peace of their lives would in due time, the sound of his voice reached to her.
“It’s weird, don’t you think?”
A pause, circular eyes glancing to the cheerful boy of dirty blonde locks. “What? There’s nothing weird about watching a sunset.”
“Not that,” he lulled, digits clasping into his palm as a nail scratched at his cheek in an embarrassed motion. “I don’t know, I thought you’d feel the same… this feeling that I can protect the world when you’re by my side.”
Teeth flashed in a grin, cheeks tinted with a light red at his own words.
“Don’t be stupid…”
Faltered glances were exchanged, the light of his emotions dimming with his expression as he glanced off into the setting sun. Eyes closed in an attempt to ignore the blow to his ego, the Baskerville doing her best to brush it off as if it were some joke.
His faint laugh cut just as much as any dagger she’d held in the past. “You’re right. I’ll remember that; I won’t follow anyone to the ends of the Earth, only my own path. No matter how much I’ll be drawn to that beacon in the distance, the only path to choose will be mine.”
Chin tilted up as a hand was brought to blockade the last beams of light, his smile wide as a rush of wind caressed his frame.
To see him like that, it only reminded her of the one Baskerville she would never see return.
* * *
Baskervilles had began to arrive through the door that held their fated lives, a familiar child by the name of Lily being returned to the arms of the member who had greeted her last time. Introducing her to the man Lotti had come to know wasn’t hard, him treating her like she was a friend of his own instead of a complete stranger.
“Lily, huh? Fen‘ll be fine to call me.“ A pause before continuing with a thought. “I didn’t think they let kids get tattoos so young.”
Blue eyes widened, pain surfacing as she remembered the past become clear in her mind.
Pumpkin colored locks were ruffled, the man’s finger resting on the side of his lip as his contemplative look became a smile.
“Don’t worry, I think it looks pretty cool! Maybe I‘ll get one, too.”
Both stared at him, a forlorn expression on the older Baskerville as the younger jolted in happiness, arms wrapping around his neck in a tight hug. Laughter erupted between the two as Lotti stood in silence, tears hardly welling in her eyes as she let the beat of her heart accelerate in anguish.
To think a thought like that would enter her mind.
Only misfortune could be found in a life like hers, no hope for what she was looking for.
* * *
Black ink shone on the left side of his face, his words ringing true of matching the young girl’s own look as she sat on his shoulders. Another person who could be so accepting, a true miracle to the child who had lost a member of her family… did she believe he was here to replace the one who had ran through their fingers like sand in an hourglass?
Boots plopped on the ground as Lily was placed down, her running off instantly to play with a few of the others that happened to be by.
“She’s always liked making friends like this, hasn’t she?”
“You could say that, though I hardly see how you would know something like that.”
Warmth radiated through her fingers, his own lacing between hers as a sincere smile sprawled over his face. Out of any reaction she could have given, it was yanking her hand away, a furious glance as to why he even tried something as that on her. If not for the laugh at her actions, the anger boiling inside her would have subsided.
“Tch… nobody said you could touch me like that! Don’t you know any manners?”
A chuckle of embarrassment, something he had done quite a lot because of her own words. That didn’t stop him from moving in front of her, eyes opening slightly to peer into her own vibrant hues. “Always so testy, it makes me wonder how anyone could put up with you.”
Such a silly smile, almost as if he knew the reaction it would invoke as she reached to smack him. His own hand intercepted, gently holding her own before placing it on his cheek with an amused expression.
“What I’m trying to say is,” he whispered, strands of pink hair shifting behind her shoulder by his touch alone. “I think I understand why I felt familiar about you two, why I want to protect you with a sword that’s missing from my right hand and why I felt like I didn’t understand anything until you showed up to distort something back into place.”
There was no protest from her, a single finger placed on top of her lips as if to silence her.
And as the last glimmer of twilight flashed across the sky, golden lights began to rain down as if gently floating like the first fall of snow. A few steps taken back allowed her to see fully, the lights swirling before collecting into his body. His warm smile hinted with welcomed emotions, almost like an epiphany had hit him in a sudden blow that it was hard to comprehend.
It was only then that he allowed himself to speak, body engulfed in golden light, a hand reaching out in imitation of his last goodbye to her those hundred years prior. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, Miss Lotti.”
Children laughed in the background without hesitation, as if nothing had happened as the woman stared for what felt like hours. Her body couldn’t move, only able to keep staring at the one who they had thought was left behind for all eternity.
* * *
“I’m home.”
Author: emorial
For: Nobody.
Characters: Lotti Baskerville, Fang Baskerville.
Warnings: Spoilers up to chapter fifty - six.
Rating: K.
Genre: Family.
Pairings: Fang/Lotti.
Summary: lotti is once more thrown a hundred years into the future, only this time she’s the first to arrive. preparing herself for this new world and the arrival of other baskervilles, a strange meeting occurs with an even stranger man. (if you’re familiar with a certain line in pandora hearts, you’ll see where this inspiration was drawn from.)
Everything had come crashing down.
A fight in the city as the truth had unfolded, the Baskervilles thrust into the world that they were destined to protect. Nobody had been able to stop it, the second coming of the Tragedy that was destined to appear after the awaited hundred years. Getting out of their personal hell wasn’t any easier than before, now that she recalled the struggles through the darkness to reach the door.
For every beam of light shining through the door‘s cracks, her hope was snatched by another appendage of darkness ensnaring her. This time wasn‘t a lucky draw for her emergence much like the last time, throwing her a hundred years further into the future. The first to escape, leaving her alone in the vast world to learn of the new wonders it had to offer her in exchange for her sacrifice of leaving them behind.
Gaining money for modern clothes, acquiring all the knowledge she could -- this was her duty as a Baskerville, to learn what she could in order to teach the new arrivals of the world. No master to follow, only her own intuition; it was scary, now that she thought about it, how small you felt when you were alone with little understanding.
* * *
If it weren’t for her trip to the library in search of information, she would never have found him.
Pink optics had been searching along the shelves of old books, finding the most recent to look at all the time that had passed and what had come to fruit. Brown peered through the empty book slot she happened upon, a startled noise escaping the pinkette as she stumbled back and nearly flattened the display behind her.
“Watch it, will you?! It’s not polite to scare someone like that!”
“Ah, you’ll have to forgive me! I didn’t expect someone to be in this section, honestly.”
Book covers scraped against wood, a patch removed from the shelf that was eye level to the Baskerville gazing in his direction. With a smile as bright as what he gave through that small space, it was amazing how his light didn’t blind her in a split second.
* * *
Somehow the two had managed to bump into each other more than once in the past few weeks, leaving awkward conversations and bickering in it’s wake. Comfort could always be found within them as much as Lotti refused to admit openly.
Bickering soon turned into teasing, the woman’s hand shoving his face away as he laughed heartily.
“You’ll make my face stay like this if you push on it any harder.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t say stupid things to make me react like this, then!”
A merry-go-round of familiar conversations, memories resurfacing as she pinched at his cheeks while the hours passed. Everything she needed to learn about this place was being provided for her. Tossing him aside would be unnecessary, something that could ail her later on if she weren’t able to find the write thing. For now, she would simply use him until she was able to understand this world without the aid of another.
Just a tool, nothing but a vague existence to be used to her advantage.
* * *
Months had passed since their first encounter, the two spending more time in each other’s company as time flowed deeper into their lives. Nostalgic feelings began to erupt from the lioness, old wishes returning in hopes that peaceful times like these could last for all of eternity. And, as if to prove her wrong that the silence around them would break just as the peace of their lives would in due time, the sound of his voice reached to her.
“It’s weird, don’t you think?”
A pause, circular eyes glancing to the cheerful boy of dirty blonde locks. “What? There’s nothing weird about watching a sunset.”
“Not that,” he lulled, digits clasping into his palm as a nail scratched at his cheek in an embarrassed motion. “I don’t know, I thought you’d feel the same… this feeling that I can protect the world when you’re by my side.”
Teeth flashed in a grin, cheeks tinted with a light red at his own words.
“Don’t be stupid…”
Faltered glances were exchanged, the light of his emotions dimming with his expression as he glanced off into the setting sun. Eyes closed in an attempt to ignore the blow to his ego, the Baskerville doing her best to brush it off as if it were some joke.
His faint laugh cut just as much as any dagger she’d held in the past. “You’re right. I’ll remember that; I won’t follow anyone to the ends of the Earth, only my own path. No matter how much I’ll be drawn to that beacon in the distance, the only path to choose will be mine.”
Chin tilted up as a hand was brought to blockade the last beams of light, his smile wide as a rush of wind caressed his frame.
To see him like that, it only reminded her of the one Baskerville she would never see return.
* * *
Baskervilles had began to arrive through the door that held their fated lives, a familiar child by the name of Lily being returned to the arms of the member who had greeted her last time. Introducing her to the man Lotti had come to know wasn’t hard, him treating her like she was a friend of his own instead of a complete stranger.
“Lily, huh? Fen‘ll be fine to call me.“ A pause before continuing with a thought. “I didn’t think they let kids get tattoos so young.”
Blue eyes widened, pain surfacing as she remembered the past become clear in her mind.
Pumpkin colored locks were ruffled, the man’s finger resting on the side of his lip as his contemplative look became a smile.
“Don’t worry, I think it looks pretty cool! Maybe I‘ll get one, too.”
Both stared at him, a forlorn expression on the older Baskerville as the younger jolted in happiness, arms wrapping around his neck in a tight hug. Laughter erupted between the two as Lotti stood in silence, tears hardly welling in her eyes as she let the beat of her heart accelerate in anguish.
To think a thought like that would enter her mind.
Only misfortune could be found in a life like hers, no hope for what she was looking for.
* * *
Black ink shone on the left side of his face, his words ringing true of matching the young girl’s own look as she sat on his shoulders. Another person who could be so accepting, a true miracle to the child who had lost a member of her family… did she believe he was here to replace the one who had ran through their fingers like sand in an hourglass?
Boots plopped on the ground as Lily was placed down, her running off instantly to play with a few of the others that happened to be by.
“She’s always liked making friends like this, hasn’t she?”
“You could say that, though I hardly see how you would know something like that.”
Warmth radiated through her fingers, his own lacing between hers as a sincere smile sprawled over his face. Out of any reaction she could have given, it was yanking her hand away, a furious glance as to why he even tried something as that on her. If not for the laugh at her actions, the anger boiling inside her would have subsided.
“Tch… nobody said you could touch me like that! Don’t you know any manners?”
A chuckle of embarrassment, something he had done quite a lot because of her own words. That didn’t stop him from moving in front of her, eyes opening slightly to peer into her own vibrant hues. “Always so testy, it makes me wonder how anyone could put up with you.”
Such a silly smile, almost as if he knew the reaction it would invoke as she reached to smack him. His own hand intercepted, gently holding her own before placing it on his cheek with an amused expression.
“What I’m trying to say is,” he whispered, strands of pink hair shifting behind her shoulder by his touch alone. “I think I understand why I felt familiar about you two, why I want to protect you with a sword that’s missing from my right hand and why I felt like I didn’t understand anything until you showed up to distort something back into place.”
There was no protest from her, a single finger placed on top of her lips as if to silence her.
And as the last glimmer of twilight flashed across the sky, golden lights began to rain down as if gently floating like the first fall of snow. A few steps taken back allowed her to see fully, the lights swirling before collecting into his body. His warm smile hinted with welcomed emotions, almost like an epiphany had hit him in a sudden blow that it was hard to comprehend.
It was only then that he allowed himself to speak, body engulfed in golden light, a hand reaching out in imitation of his last goodbye to her those hundred years prior. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, Miss Lotti.”
Children laughed in the background without hesitation, as if nothing had happened as the woman stared for what felt like hours. Her body couldn’t move, only able to keep staring at the one who they had thought was left behind for all eternity.
* * *
“I’m home.”