Oneshots, etc.

Frostheart AU

A/N: I just wanted to write this, honestly. This is based on the Frostheart book series by Jamie Littler. Very good series by the way, nice plot, good worldbuilding, twists that you can somewhat see coming but also really do not. All in all, highly recommend.
Also, you may have already seen this so feel free to ignore it, but I'm making the Fantasy Fallout AU into a full fic. It's mostly so I can practise actually making a full story, but hopefully chapter one will be up either later today or tomorrow.

Ritchie scanned the deck of the pathfinder sleigh, squinting slightly against the chilly wind as he watched his crew.

Mario and David were bickering loudly, with David trying - and failing - to steal the metal stars out of the drifter's hair. Ritchie watched as Mario snapped his teeth at David from where he was hanging upside-down from part of the mast, sketching something on a map.

No one was entirely sure where David had come from, and having a drifter as a navigator always made things easier, but the two's conflicting personalities always had them at eachother's throats. Even when they got along, which was rarely and only happened because of their similar senses of humour, all the crew heard from the two was yelling, except it was jokes and not threats of murder.

Ritchie looked away as David tried to snatch one of the pencils tangled in Mario's hair.

In a snowdrift along the edge of the deck, all you could see of Inmo was the vulpis' fluffed-up tail. He appeared to be face-down in the pile, digging for something, and didn't look to be standing back up anytime soon. Kit had probably hidden a peice of archeomek in there to distract him while she did... something. And, depending on what that something was, they would probably have to get the young fira out of trouble with Lucas.

Much like David, Inmo had just turned up on their sleigh one day, and they'd found Kit a couple days later, being chased by leviathans through the snowy plains. Apparently she and Inmo had been travelling together on a different pathfinder sleigh, but had been kicked off and separated for unknown reasons a few days prior. How she'd survived that long in an open area, no one knew, not even her.

Lucas had a lot less interesting of a backstory. He was the ships' cook, had joined the normal way like a sane person, and did a lot of the heavy lifting. He and David were about the same height, both being alarmingly tall, but the human-kin from Lucas' strongold - a group of walrus-like creatures called the mursu - were known for their strength, second only to the yetis.

Ritchie was knocked from his thoughts by Brandon laughing next to him.

"Oh, so that's where those two went." His brother and second-in-command was chuckling, looking at the open doorway to the ship-like sleigh's storage. In front of it was Lucas, holding both Kit and Blake up by the scruffs of their necks with an unamused expression.

Blake was their resident enjineer, and the only person on the ship who properly knew their way around medicine. Unfortunately, she also heavily encouraged Kit and Inmo's troublemaker streak, so it wasn't unusual to see two or all of them being scolded, usually by Lucas.

Ritchie heard a few snippets of their conversation from across the deck, but it was hard to understand through the wind. The only things that made sense were a;

"You've already had lunch, you don't need more!" From Lucas, and

"Okay mother." From Kit and Blake, simultaneously.

Ritchie shook his head in exasperation to Brandon, who laughed again. Noticing the wind was slowing down, he started down the stairs from the sunstone enjin, which he was standing next to.

"Everyone! We need to get going from the stronghold now, so hurry up or I'll leave you for the hurtlers to eat!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth. Immediately, everyone sprang to attention and began preparing to leave. Well, except Mario, who simply kept sketching on his map. They'd accidentally - and deliberately - left him behind a few times before, and it had become a sort of game for everyone involved.

'See How Long We Can Escape Mario For' was what Kit called it, because there was absolutely no way Mario wouldn't catch up to them eventually. Everyone knew drifters were reknowned for their navigational skills, but it was honestly almost scary how easily theirs could find them. "You're predictable." was what he'd told everyone when asked. Except David, to whom he'd said "You aren't getting rid of me until you're dead, and even then it'll be a breif respite. So don't even bother trying."

The sails were raised now, and Brandon was standing next to the enjin with Blake. Kit was at the prow gazing into the snowy horizon, David was off who-knows-where, Lucas was making his way to the till, Mario and Inmo were both in the same spots as before, and Ritchie was standing in the middle of the deck. Devin was, presumably, still asleep, as he had been the whole time. Song Weaving really seemed to take a lot out of him.

With a creaking of wood and whirring from the enjin and propellers, the Divinus set sail.

A/N: Real quick: if anything is spelled weird in this, it's because it's spelled that way in the actual books. If it's not because of the books, blame it on my lingering sickness and terrible keyboard. A deadly combination for typing. I keep having to fix things even more than usual. 'Tis irritating.
Anyway, have a nice day/night. Please don't get eaten by a giant snake, that is not good for your health.
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