askerian: (Heero_Garou)

Written for the Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia challenge. (Jaegers are wolves!)


Valois for grace and perfect poise, it was said, Stuart for unmatched hunting prowess, Wulfenbach for robustness and unity of purpose -- and Heterodyne for the monster under the bed.

The wolf that trotted in at the side of Lady Agatha Heterodyne could have been bred straight out of Valois stock, so prettily put together was she. Such a delicate silver that she shone, moonlike, under the hundreds of candles hanging from the walls and ceiling of the grand ballroom, but for a sooty mask, legs like opera gloves. A delicate build and paws that trotted daintily almost succeeded in making her an asset instead of a shock.

Then again, Mechanicsburg being what it was, they'd all been braced for far worse than one of the gentler sex being soul-bonded to a war beast. This even seemed almost calculated, even though Tarvek knew -- not from first hand, but from many a recounting -- that there was, in the end, no forcing a bond. You could direct it, make sure only the appropriate sort would have access, but in the end the wolf chose. This wolf...

"Anevka?" he inquired. His sister chuckled pleasantly at some princeling's words and turned to him, looking outwardly polite, inwardly sarcastic.

"Yes, dear?"

Tarvek handed her a flute of champagne, eyes cutting toward the new entrance, hardly unremarked, smiled into his own flute so his lips would be obscured. "Is that her very own?"

Anevka, was the thing, had a soul for wolves. Had she been born to some lower house, or one with a passel of sisters to lose herself amongst, she would have not passed sixteen without being bonded. (And then, probably, been relegated to some forgettable country estate.) Things being as they were, their father had noticed the interest their Blitzengaard cousins' companions paid her, and immediately forbidden any unbonded wolf from putting toe onto the castle grounds.

Being bonded would ruin most of her marriage prospects, ruin her reputation. She'd accepted it easily enough. She still had a feel for them, somehow, that Tarvek could not for the life of him learn.

Meanwhile Tarvek himself had never gotten a second look. But that was neither here nor there.

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Their luck held all evening, and all night, and into the morning. They drove in shifts -- Sorin had found it preferable to be asleep in the back when Velimir drove, for all that the jerk had complained about his driving, but it did help that he could see a little better in the dark than Sorin did.

It was about ten on a drizzly, quiet morning and the lava engine was thrumming along nicely with Velimir's snoring when they ran into the blockade.

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"You couldn't wait for a chance to be the big spoon, huh," Sorin said sleepily, and craned his neck to look at the Jäger behind him.

He'd half-woken up earlier to crawl into the warm spot when Velimir disentangled himself and sneaked out of the cave -- for reconnaissance, for his morning pee, for breakfast? Who knew, probably all of those. When Velimir came back in Sorin was still only half-awake and did not intend to go any farther on the road to awareness.

"Iz hyu fault, hyu steal mine spot." He shuffled in the dry leaves he'd piled up in the cave and draped his arm around Sorin's waist, rested his cheek on Sorin's. "Mnh, warm."

It did speed up Sorin's heart, made him feel tingly and warm in the pit of his stomach. When he looked down, though, he grimaced a bit. The arm resting on him was the injured one.

The bandages were really gross.

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The porn chapter woo. half of this chapter is not porn if you guys don't like porn, stop reading when they start kissing or something. yep.

By the middle of the afternoon Sorin's seat had started feeling a bit too warm to be natural under him; Velimir was squirming and grunting with displeasure in his sleep. Considering the seats were solid wood, that was a bit worrisome. Sorin eyed the needles and quadrants but none of them told him anything he understood.

Maybe it needed to cool down. Or be refueled. Or both. The trees were tall and dark in this valley, so he found a flattish place between the trees he thought they could fit through and swerved the transport until they were well out of sight of the road. (He only crushed one bush, so hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable.) Then he parked and nudged the Jäger awake.

Velimir jerked upright so fast he knocked his head into the door frame. Sorin winced.

"Did you just seriously make your concussion worse?"

"Oof. Mebbe." He squinted through the window. "Ve stopped?"

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The air was cool and damp. Sorin did not approve of that one bit. Bothersome golden light fell through the broken roof, the lack of door. He pressed his face against the only source of warmth, arms tightening thoughtlessly when it tried to get away from him.

It twitched and made a noise like chuckling.

Goddamn. He'd cuddled up, hadn't he.

"It haz been a while since Hy vas de little spoon," Velimir mused. Sorin harrumphed and rubbed his cheek against his exposed shoulder blade, bristles first. Velimir snorted at him.

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The inn's cheapest room wasn't any better than its price suggested -- narrow bed, very little space around, and under the roof to boot, so that he had to walk a bit stooped or risk banging his head again. It didn't matter, since he would be using this room for sleep and not much more, and it wasn't like he had to share it with anyone.

Much less a Jäger on goat-like stilts.

He dropped his satchel on the wobbly desk wedged under the skylight, sat on the bed. He was glad when it groaned; it was too quiet in here.

He still had a hard time believing it was over.

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Sorin dozed all morning in his undershirt, cradled in the tree's branches, sunlight falling on his face and his limbs. He'd taken off his boots, his vest, his shirt, spread them to get them to dry some in the breeze; it was almost like being in a tent, only the roof was dancing leaves.

It felt a bit like a dream. Which was alright, because the last night had felt a bit like a nightmare.

Velimir left at some point, came back with a pocket full of berries and a live frog. Sorin let him have the frog.

"Hyu sure?"

The frog struggled fruitlessly to escape. It was bright, a pretty red and yellow. "Unless you find a way to cook it while up in a tree, yeah, but thanks."

Thirst was more of a problem, but he tried to make do with berry juice. He didn't want to go down to the river until they were ready to leave. Fair bet they'd end up meeting with a, a feral clank or a rogue spark or a bunch of pirates either way; better not to have to do it twice.

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The sky was beginning to light up with predawn when they stopped running.

Sorin had never been out of Vulkanburg's walls at night, never off the paved, patrolled roads even during the day. The pine woods were dark and full of hooting calls, whispery noises, the grating pings and thuds of a wild automated clank falling to rust and still roaming.

But it was fine, wasn't it, because he traveled with the biggest monster of all.

It was fine, wasn't it...


Oh. Huh. Sorin was on the ground. Sorin was on his knees. It was all over pine needles under him. Almost soft. He looked up and the Jägermonster was staring down at him, head tilted a little like it was weird that after a night like this someone would need to... wouldn't...

"I'm stopping here," he informed him.

"Hokay! Hy carry hyu."

"Um, no thank you?" His voice broke. The Jäger paused briefly in the middle of leaning in. "I think, uh. If your shoulder and my tools interact anymore with my ribs, they'll break." Nope, still leaning in. "And -- and you're not --"

"Right den." Sorin was whisked up. "De princess carry for hyu."

Oh good lords of the abyss.

So many teeth. So close.

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Background notes and vocabulary for people not reading Girl Genius )

Sorin Petrescu is a perfectly normal blacksmith's apprentice, and is perfectly content with his life. He did not sign on to discover things he shouldn't know and go on the run with a Jägermonster.

Or make out with him, either.

Contains action/adventure, burn wounds, original dude characters macking on each other, some internalized homophobia, and horrible, no-good, very bad flirting.


The brand new secret tunnel behind Frau Crina's Bar and Bagels had not been outfitted with lamps, and it was the middle of a drizzly mountain night.

The reddish glow and dry heat that slowly grew the farther Sorin went had him chanting "Don't be lava, don't be lava" from the second he noticed his hair was drying to the time the tunnel opened onto a ridiculously large cave.

It was, of course, lava.

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