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firemandeanbuck · 2 years ago

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what if...

(tribute to this post by father) (major character death, there will be pain btw COMIC SPOILERS)

Hob had a dream. Or was it...? A dream? Well, it sure was, or elsewhere would he find such fantastical creatures, Gods and Legends, mourning for the death of someone?

His body was flowing down a river, in a big black swan boat. The sky was the greyest Hob ever felt. It was like a shadow was casted over the entire universe by the wings of a Titan. They mourned the death of someone they knew very personally. Hob had a feeling he knew him too. He had not seen his face, but he knew him, he had not remembered his voice, yet he heard him saying goodbye one last time to his kingdom. Leaving everything and everyone behind, never to look back. This isn't a trick, or deception, or a play. No, this was real life.

No coming back from there.

Words were spoken in countless languages, unknown manners and with various level of emotions. The little girl with insane hair said nothing more than 2 words, she was clearly upset. The crow talked fondly, if a little harshly, of his boss. They went to hell together and challenged Lucifer, he said. Someone in the crowd scoffed loudly..

When the fire rose up into the sky as a phoenix, everyone was returned home. Gods and the funny creatures walked out the gate. But Hob woke up.

((1 month later))

Inside the barn, Hob sits around a fire. He is greeted by a familiar face. Familiar yet. Distinguished. He doesn't recall who she is, all he knows that she is someone he knows, or at least used to know.

She tells him about her brother, about life, about dreams and death. Hob tells her about his life, about his aspiration.

Death tells him about her idiot brother. A hollowness digs into Hob's chest, weighing him down. The final blow, while waking, comes when Death tells him Dream is no longer, he is dead. he attended the funeral. Hob needs a drink, he needs to get away, to be alone with his thoughts. No, no, this can't be true. The man with whom he met every century, the one who hears his stories about life and the ONLY perosn he had been genuinely open with, is DEAD.

He can't. Hob had lost so much over the corse of 6 centuries. he can't-

But he seemed immortal. Dream did. He seemed infinitely bigger than life, he seemed unreal, like a wild imagination running around unrestricted. Oh, so mighty and great. Even gods dont question him

Yet, in his heart of hearts, he KNOWS its true. That's the funeral he attended, and he saw her there, for she was also mourning her brother. Even now, as she is talking to him, grief is crystal in her eyes. She doesn't want to tell this story, yet, she feels like she OWES her brother to. It's what's proper, what's right

Then, she asks him to take her hands.

Hob hesitates. He asks her, "How did it feel?"

"Like death. A part of me went with him and forever shall be with him. I have no control over such matters", Death answers, rubbing her hands together.

"I'm sorry", Hob place his hand on her shoulder, "My condolences to you, Death",

"Y'know, I was his sister before I was DEATH", she told. Her head hung low, the curls were curtaining her face but the tears were unmistakably there.

"I cannot imagine the pain. To think that who WOULD NOT go away actually do, in front of your eyes. But... to be the one to take him there. I'm so sorry, Death. If I could, I would've changed our places"

"Thank you", she wiped her glittery tears, "So?" Once again, she had extended her arms.

They looked so inviting. No more pain, no more struggling to hide his identity, no more problems of the world, no more lost loved ones, no more changing times taking a toll on him, no more finding new love, no more grieving for the past.

But... GWEN. She will be alone. Hob doesn't want her to feel what he did. She is good she doesn't deserve such pain.

"Will I be forgiven?"

"No one is condemned in my realm", assures Death, her gentle smile reminding Hob of summer in the open country, warm breeze bringing the sweet smell of fruits. Oh, how much he wanted to go.

From somewhere far, far away, his beloved mother was calling him into home. His little sister running back to him, showing him her collection. The sun kissed his skin. He could feel the soil and grass under his feet.

There it was. Such a strong nostalgia, the bittersweet feeling that leaves a foul taste when its over. He doesn't want it to be over

"Okay, I'll come with you"

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memphisfaith · 2 years ago

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Chapter 9: The Second Son

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fantasy Au

Warnings: Racial slurs, discrimination, torcher, death, murder, mentions of enslavement, kidnapping, mentions of suicide, attempted suicide.

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: There have always been tales of creatures in the world, all described in different ways. Some labeled as ruthless, others heroic, or even powerful. The world is filled with magic of all types and monsters of every kind. But there are whispers of family so great they could rival the heavens if tempted. A Legacy grown from love, heartache, and magic.

After very few hours of rest, The Witch and Warlock set back to work, but by the end of the day they had created a portal to the Fae realm. All they needed to do is activate it. But then there’s the question of how exactly they were going to get Jungkook back. The Witch’s answer had stunned them all however. “We are simply going to walk in. Titana knows that I will be coming for him, she would be an even bigger fool than she already is if she does not.” The Witch had decided.

“The fae realm moves faster than the human realm for humans or anything that isn’t Fae. Jungkook has been there for at least two days, he should have aged at least two weeks since we last saw him. Thankfully he isn't old enough for the two weeks to make a significant impact on his development.” The Witch informs, Taehyung seemed to relax the most upon hearing the news of Jungkook’s development.

“By walking in we won’t waste more time than necessary, our goal is to get Jungkook and get out. We can deal with anyone else after Jungkook is safe.” The Witch concludes before turning to her bag. “Fae’s are extremely sensitive to Iron, so much in fact they make the perfect weapons.” The Witch extorted as she pulled multiple Iron chains and blades. “Fae are crafty creatures and Titana might have Fae close the portal after we enter, we need someone to stay here to guard the portal. If I may, I suggest Yoongi. Fae aren't very fond of draconic creatures and avoid them at many costs.” The Witch educated.

“How is it you know so much about the Fae?” Yoongi questions from his place against the wall. “It isn’t just Fae my dear Dragon, during my training years my mentor educated me well. But, as he would put it, I’ve always had an affinity to any and all magical beings. Thinking back I’m sure he’s right, considering I was somehow able to create Hoseok with a Phoenix heart and free Taehyung from the clutches of hell.” She muses. “I wouldn’t dare tell him that though, his ego is already too big as is.” She comments thoughtlessly.

“So, gentlemen. Now that we have sorted out our plan, Shall we?” She chirps. The three men look at one another before Yoongi simply shrugs, without much care he activated the portal himself. In a pink blast of light a swirling pink portal opens up, “If you would follow me gentlemen.” The Witch directs as she takes the lead into the portal.

Upon entering the group is met with pastel colored nature that seemed to be glowing with an aura like light. The Witch paid the scenery no mind as she marched down the dirt paved path. The group behind her did their best to keep up with her as they marveled at the realm around them. Only when the pathway opened did they pay more attention to what went on around them rather than how it looked.

At the very end of the pathway sat two wooden thrones decorated in flowers of all colors and shapes. In one of them sat a small man, he giggled at stringless puppets he moved with nothing but his fingers. “Harlequin,” The Witch thundered darkly, the giggling man looked up from his dolls and they instantly dropped. He stood from his seat and as he did enormous colorful wings spread from behind him. The man flutters over to The Witch with a playful grin spread across his face. “My, my, The Witch of The East. What, Do we owe the pleasure?” He feigns innocence.

“I have no time for your Fae games Harlequin, Your Wife has my child and I have come to take him back. Even if that means I take her life as I do.” She threatened blatantly. The playful smile of the Fae King’s face is wiped off and replaced with a dark dangerous one. “Well I suppose I can’t stop you now can I?” He questions in a tone much more mature than his previous ones.

“I shall call her for you,” he spoke stoically before gracefully flying away. It's moments later when a tall woman with fiery red hair and clothed in Ivy waltzes in sight, she has large pink layered wings that look almost fragile to the touch. She was gorgeous of course, what else could you expect for the Fae Queen. What really set off hostile tensions was the child in her arms, Jungkook.

He had grown more hair than when she last saw him, it also looked as if he grew a little bigger. He couldn’t be more than two months, thankfully. “Why Hello, dearest.” Titana spoke sweetly, too sweetly. The Witch glares as sparks of lighting pop off her threatening, the flaming bird behind her started to smolder in anger, and The Demon at her side seemed to be consuming himself in darkness as his eyes are black voids and veins of raven appear more vibrantly and spread wider across his throat. The Warlock with them is stunned by their such intense display of power.

“Do you like my child, I found him while out on a stroll. I had to fight off this aggressive flaming bird and monstrous demon to save him.” She taunted as she sat on her wooden throne. “Enough games Titiana! I want my child back!” The Witch snapped, angry bolts of purple lightning flying off of her at her aggression. “Blood for blood my dear,” Titana muses, finally breaking her act. “What is one drop compared to an entire child?!” The Demon sneers, darkness leaking from his voice like liquid poison.

“My blood is royal, you ignorant demon.” Titana sneered back, “And his blood is pure unlike yours.” he rebutted harshly. Titana scoffs and turns her head in a different direction, clearly offended. But it isn’t long before a smirk crawls onto her lips, “You want your child back? Fine.” She snips. With one snap of her fingers Jungkook is gone, the temperamental demon let out a soul shaking rawer. He took a threatening step forward but before he could take anymore Titana swiftly held her hand up, Taehyung fell to his knees as pained cries fell from his lips.

“Keep your demon on a short leash witch, You’ll get your child back.” The Fae Queen sneered in distaste, before releasing her hold on The Demon. As Taehyung heaved in breaths as two small cradles were pushed in by two small fae people from opposite ends of the room. “One child is your beloved ‘Jungkook’, and the other is a small fae child created with my very blood.” The Queen smirked. The Witch’s eyes widened as she looked at the children in both cradles, both looking like her Jungkook. Soft brown hair and big round eyes in all.

“Pick wisely Witch of the East. One child is your own while the other is made of the very thing you stole in the first place. Call this a trade if you will, one I’m sure you’ve done before.” The Queen crackled. Namjoon looked at The Witch worriedly but he was shocked when he saw the passive look on her face. “You really are a fool Titiana.” The Witch spoke in a calm voice, she watched with soft eyes as the children squirmed in their cradles. “I shall be taking both. You never said I couldn’t take them both.” The Witch whispers as she gently lays one hand in each cradle. Both small children take a weak hold on her hand causing a smile to grace The Witch’s face.

“YOU CAN’T! YOU MUST CHOOSE!” The Fae Queen rawred. The Witch simply scoffs, “I shall be taking both.” She finalized sternly. “You truly are foolish Titiana, using a creation of your own blood as a game chip. You're as disgraceful as the Harlot I took Jungkook from. Who is currently casted in gold sitting in my garden as mere ornament, unlike you who will suffer for the rest of your eternal life that you were bested by a mere mortal witch.” The Witch declared harshly. The Witch lifted both children into her arms before turning sharply, “And Titana,” The Witch called over her shoulder. “Should you find the gall to cause disturbance to my family again...I shall pluck the wings from your back and sell you as a harlot slave.” She spat before continuing her way away from the Fae Queen.

Three stunned men follow behind her mindlessly, unsure how to process The Witch’s direct declaration of dominance over the Queen of The Fae. Nothing is said as they step through the portal, Yoongi quickly closes the doorway to the other realm before looking down wide eyed, seeing not one child but two. The Witch looks down and a small smile plays on her lips as she sees one of her two children lose their glamor to show pink baby hair and tiny glass looking wings sprouting from his head and back. “How is that possible?” Namjoon asks as he gently runs his fingers over the back of the Fae child. “Fae children are unable to fully control their powers, the only reason he may have held his glamor for so long may be because of the energy of the Fae Realm.” The Witch assumed.

“Amazing,” Namjoon marvels. The Witch sent Namjoon a soft smile, “Well what shall we name him?” She questioned him. Namjoon jumped at the question, “WE?” he sputtered out. A laugh fell from The Witch’s mouth, “Well it's only fair, you did play a hand in helping him come into my care.” She smiles, “Unless you would like to keep him for yourself, if that's the case Namjoon I’m afraid you’ll have to fight me for him.” The Witch teases. Namjoon sent The Witch a large, dimpled smile, “Visiting permissions is all I ask.” He grins holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I suppose I can allow that,” The Witch smiles.

“What about...Jimin?” Namjoon questions in a soft voice. A smile graced The Witch’s lips, “It's perfect.” She whispers looking down at the two small children in her arms.

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wrenqueenisboss · 3 years ago

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DSMP Angsty Imagines - React to Your Death pt. 3 --- c!Wilbur Soot

Part 3 to my series of “dsmp boys react to your death”: Pronouns used: they/them (if mentioned) Warnings: explosions, spoilers for the events of Dream SMP, death, grief Words: 1.3+

The list: c!George c!Bench Trio c!Wilbur - (you are currently on this post) c!Dream c!Technoblade - (coming soon!)

You had tried convincing your boyfriend not to blow up L’Manburg. But Wilbur Soot wouldn’t listen to you. He wouldn’t listen to anyone. Not in this state.

It had been a long time coming, honestly. Everyone should have noticed the signs. You should have noticed the signs, but it wasn’t as if you were actively looking for a reason to paint your lover as an insane psychopath.

For months, Wilbur had slowly been descending into insanity. Looking back, the tells were all there. Very irregular sleeping patterns; sleeping not at all and then way too much, days when it seemed as if his emotions had been completely turned off, days when his temper seemed too volatile, the times when you’d catch him obsessing over books explaining the mechanics of tnt. It had all been laid in front of you, but you were too blind.

That’s the thing about love, children. You either find yourself forced into relationships that make you unhappy or find yourself so in love with someone that it practically erases reality and judgment. There are a few lucky people. A few who find the loves of their lives and spend the remainder of their days in perfect happiness. No intoxicating amounts of infatuation, no feelings of emotional claustrophobia. You were not one of those lucky people. Not at all.

It was already too late to turn back by now. The two of you were already heading to the Button Room. Tommy, Tubbo, and Quackity were supposed to be with you, but they didn’t agree with Wilbur’s plan, so they stayed behind.

The three had been desperately trying to convince Wilbur to step down, to destroy the button and give up on his wild fantasies of watching his unfinished symphony burn to the ground. But that hadn’t worked, So they turned to you.

And as much as you agreed with their reluctance - and disagreed with your boyfriend, you had to support him. For that’s what he did with you. When you had been a newcomer to the server and no one would help you, he did. At the very least you owed him that. But you were beginning to doubt how far your support would actually go when you found yourself standing in the button room.

You and Wilbur looked up at all of the signs on the walls, each singing L’Manburg’s National Anthem in your head.

I heard there was a special place where men could go and emancipate the brutality and tyranny of their rulers Well, this place is real you needn’t fret with Wilbur-

“You’ve been so good to me, Y/n.” Wilbur’s unusually quiet voice interrupted the anthem playing in your mind.

“I’m your partner, Will. I’m also your friend. It’s my job.” For some reason, you could bring yourself to say it was because you loved him. Your heart knew it was because you didn’t love him anymore. Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. It was a different type of love now. Much less blinding, and much more clear.

Wilbur reached up a faintly-scarred hand to touch one of the signs on the walls. “You’ve stuck by me and supported me even when no one else did.”

You could feel your face begin to heat up. “Will, about that.... Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”

Your boyfriend whirled around at that. And for some reason, your mind began to sing the National Anthem once more.

My L’Manburg My L’Manburg

“Don’t flake out on me now, Y/n. We’re so incredibly close. We’ve come this far together. You can’t possibly be thinking of abandoning me?” His eyes narrowed dangerously, sending ominous shivers down your spine.

My L’Manburg My L’Manburg

“No! Of course not! I just think it would... make sense if you... thought about this some more,” you stammered, desperately fumbling for the right words.

Wilbur stepped toward you suddenly and you flinched backwards. He didn’t seem to notice - or care. “Y/n, if you don’t support me in this plan, I have no choice but to kill you. You know too much. And yes, I do remember that you’re on your last life. That changes nothing.”

Your thoughts froze, so did you. Never, did you expect him to go this far. Sure, you’d been aware of the fact that he was slowly becoming insane for weeks, but threatening your life? That was something you could never prepare yourself for.

You were trapped. Either way, you were pretty sure you’d die. If you agreed, the explosions would kill you. If you didn’t, Wilbur would.

For freedom and for liberty our nation sought to build on these a victory for all under our freedom

“I’m going through with the plan, Will. We’re going through with it.”

Well the darkness came and then it went we built a home and watched it sink and from the rubble emerged my great-

Once again, the anthem in your head was interrupted. This time by Philza. Philza Minecraft. Your boyfriend’s father.

Your heart raced as it realized how close to pressing the button Will had been only heartbeats before. Philza and Wilbur were having a whole debate in the background. It was only when your name was called that you snapped out of your trance.

“Y/n?” Will asked softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Your head snapped up. “Yes?”

You almost shut down at the sad acceptance in Wilbur’s eyes. Had it worked? Had Phil really talked him out of pressing the button and triggering the tnt?

“Phil here has convinced me that maybe the button isn’t worth pressing.”

Hope sprung in your chest. It spread its wings.

My L’Manburg My L’Manburg My L’Manburg My L’Manburg

Your boyfriend leaned down to hug you, head resting on your shoulder as his back faced Phil. You were just about to hug him back when his whispered voice reached your ears, making you shiver.

“It’s all up to you now, Y/n.”

He straightened and left the Button Room, but not before giving you a pointed glance.

With bloodied hands and weakened knees.

Your body felt frozen, pinned by impossible choices. By the future and the past.

“Y/n?” Philza’s concerned voice carried across the cave. “Are you okay?”

You scrambled for a convincing enough excuse. “Y-yeah. I just need a moment. Today has been... rough.” None of that was a lie.

With a slight furrow of his brows, Phil nodded. He began walking away.

Our people rose like the phoenix

You stopped him, though. “Philza.”

He turned around.

Our empty fields and canals ‘round L’Mantree

“There was a saying, Phil, by a traitor, once a part of L’Manburg.”

Phil didn’t know how to react. He just nodded, clearly uncomfortable with the atmosphere, the tension.

With sweat and tears we armed our ranks we laid foundations in our land

“Have you ever heard of Eret?”

Once again, Philza only nodded.

You could feel your body heat up with anticipation. The moment was nearing.

And from every lips for here up to infinity

“Yeah, he had a saying, Phil.” You felt your fingertips ghost the surface of the button.

We sing L’Manburg We sing L’Manburg We sing L’Manburg We sing L’Manburg

“It was never meant to be.”

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Wilbur Soot was too busy smiling at the series of explosions going off behind him to realize the fact that you were dead.

And even when those around him cried as they mourned your death, not a single tear streaked down his cheek. No pang of sadness or remorse was felt by this man who had strayed too far down the path of insanity.

Perhaps once, he would have torn up the world looking for a way to revive you. But that Wilbur was long gone. That Wilbur was the one you’d fallen for, the one you’d follow to the ends of the server.

But you’d failed to realize that the Wilbur of today was not the Wilbur you loved. And that mistake turned out to be fatal.

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tooweirdforyou · 4 years ago

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Hi, I'm glad your ask box is open I've wanted to send a request in for a while. Your work is so good!! I was wondering if you could have Law, Sanji, Marco and Katakuri reacting to there s/o wearing a cute onesie. Just imagine Law reacting to his s/o in a polar bear onesie that would be cute.

Law, Sanji, Marco + Katakuri Reacting to A S/O In A Onesie

A/N : I’m so sorry requests were closed for so long, ;-; but thank you 🥺🥰🤍 I hope you enjoy this! This was cute~

Summary : These boys reacting to their significant other in a cute onesie.

Law

“What are you wearing?”

Spinning in a small circle, you lift the hood off your head and smile brightly at Law. “What? I think it’s cute!”

Stretching out your arms and feeling the rather comfortable and fluffy fabric on your skin, you grin at Law and his taken back expression.

“What do you think?”

Law presses his lips into a firm line, just slightly biting his lip at, the possibly most adorable and cute sight he’s ever seen.

“Since when do you wear these kinds of things?” He mutters, trying to keep his voice steady, but honestly, he absolutely loved how you looked in that polar bear onesie.

Pouting at his question, you bring back a soft smile and pull up your hoodie to display the cute ears attached to it.

“I saw it in the last island we were at. It was in one of the stores and thought it looked cute.” You answer, your smile brightening with each word you spoke.

“Come on, doesn’t it look adorable? Bepo seems to think so. And Penguin and Shachi complimented it too!” You excitedly say, bouncing in place excitedly.

Law stares at your excitement, a small glint running through his eyes as he tilts his head in the slightest, feeling a bit of amusement and warmth filling his heart at how joyful you were.

“..it looks nice.” Was all he said but it was more than enough for you. Especially since you could tell he was trying not to expose his pink cheeks.

Smiling at the doctor, you go over and peck his cheek, since you were in his office, and pat his chest.

“I’m glad you like it, I’ll be wearing this more often then~ now, are you almost done? I want to cuddle.”

Katakuri

“[Name].”

Hearing your name, you snap your head up a bit too quickly, causing the hood to fall off your head. Looking up to see your lover, you smile brightly and crawl off the bed.

“Kata!” You excitedly call, finally glad he was home as you ran over to him eagerly, spreading your arms wide to hug him.

Slowly, Katakuri returns your hug with the faintest pink tint on his cheeks before he pulls away to look at you and your outfit.

“What are you wearing?”

“A onesie. The color’s cute isn’t it? Looks just like your mochi!”

Taking a small spin in your plain creme-white onesie, you beamed brightly at him.

Katakuri widens his eyes at your comment before he looks closer. Slowly, heat began to rise to his cheeks as he averts his eyes and brought his hand to pull his scarf more over his face.

“..Yeah. It does..”

Katakuri felt shy, that you decided to wear a rather cute little outfit when he got home, and much more of its color resemblance to his devil fruit.

Noticing his small discreet action, you giggle at him and peck his cheek, hugging him tightly before pulling away again.

“I’m glad you like it too then. I’ll wear it more often. Now come on, you were gone for days! Let’s cuddle and tell me about your mission.”

Reaching for his hand, you began to guide him over to the large bed for the two of you and climbed onto the bed as Katakuri hesitantly takes off his scarf and climbs on.

Laying on his back, he pulls you on top of him and held you close.

“Wear this from now on. Whenever I come home.” He mutters quietly and your smile softens, chuckling a bit at him.

Nodding, you snuggle into his hold. “Of course. Now share how your mission went.”

Sanji

His heart bursted.

Sanji has died.

Recovering from his fainting, Sanji wipes his blood-dripping nose and bites his lip to prevent himself from swooning and gushing at the sight of you.

“Oh, my lovely [Name]-chan! My eyes aren’t worthy to see you in something so adorably cute!” He exclaims dramatically, holding out a rose and averting his eyes, holding a hand over his face.

Having walked into the kitchen to get a glass of milk, you just stood there speechless when you saw Sanji completely passing out at the sight of you before now kneeling before you.

Tilting your head and smiling at the chef softly, you extend your hand to take the rose, the long sleeve of your onesie brushing against his skin.

He couldn’t help but felt feel his heart clenching at your soft touch and adorable sleeve as you stood in front of him, wearing a penguin onesie.

“Sanji, get up. What are you doing?” You laugh softly and held your hand out, your hood up and showing your little penguin beak and eyes on it.

Sanji felt his nose leaking a little more and he saw stars in his eyes at how cute and innocent you looked.

“Come on, let’s get some milk before we go to sleep, okay? Let’s go.”

Pulling him up, you began heading over to the fridge to get your milk, Sanji following after and wrapping his arms around your waist immediately, completely calming down now.

“If you wish, but let me, madamoiselle.” He says sweetly into your ear, gently kissing your temple before grabbing the milk from the fridge, mindful of Brook’s reserved one, and then grabbed a cup from the cabinet.

Smiling at Sanji’s kindness, you walk over and lean into him, letting him feel the soft fabric of your onesie against his skin once more.

Forcing himself to remain calm and still, Sanji could feel his insides about to burst at just how precious you were and in that onesie.

Marco

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing this-yoi?”

Chuckling slightly from his desk, Marco set down his pen and leaned on his palm, elbow resting on his desk as he stared over at you from the doorway.

Standing there was you, holding a mug to your lips where a nice warm cup of hot chocolate was inside, and since your arms were up, he could see the feathered wing design of your outfit, you dressed in a little bird onesie.

It was a teal / turquoise blue too. Just like his Phoenix form.

Feeling the curve of your lips move up, you enter further into the office and close the door. “I’m cold, and this is rather comfortable and warm.”

Marco chuckles more at your response and stands up, taking off his glasses and sets it down.

“It looks cute. Did you get it recently?” He hums, walking over to you and took the mug from your hands, bringing it to his lips to drink as well.

“Yeah, the last island we visited. Reminds me of a particular someone.” You grin a bit, turning to let him see the cute little tail at the back and then extended your arms like wings, to show off the designs.

Marco reaches over you to pull up your hood to reveal the cute beak and eyes of the birdie and laughs aloud at it, his heart filling with warmth at how cute it looked.

“How adorable-yoi.” He compliments, amusement in his tone, chuckling even more as he hands back the mug and leans to kiss your forehead.

“But next time, if you wanted warmth from a blue bird, especially a Phoenix, you can just ask me, [Name]-yoi.”

A/N : some of these might not have proper endings because they might be too long- or because I wasn’t sure how to end them ;-;

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, THIS WAS CUTE TOO BUT I NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT!

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years ago

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taylor's list of draft picks that she finds crazy

it's just a list of players from each draft year (going all the way back to 2005) that she finds crazy. like nate mack & bo horvat being drafted the same year seems like a crime. this list if way longer than i thought it would be, just be warned she's really long. hope you all enjoy this very comprehensive list <3

tagging @2manytabsopen because you're great and now you owe me a cookie lol

q: but taylor, where's my favorite player 'so and so' a: well, person, it's either because i don't know who that is or i didn't feel like scrolling all the way do the bottom of the wikipedia page.

q: but taylor, where are all the blackhawks players? a: not here because i don't want to talk about them at all.

q: where's 2019-2021? a: 2019 was a couple years ago. everyone remembers who was drafted and who was chosen. so, we're only going up to 2018.

another note: some draft years might have more people than others, purely because i just know more people in that year.

key: the number in () is the number they were drafted team they were drafted by - blue team they're on now - purple

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 (ottawa, ontario)

(1) sidney crosby - pittsburgh penguins (pittsburgh penguins)

(5) carey price - montreal canadiens (montreal canadiens)

(11) anze kopitar - los angeles king (los angeles kings)

(12) marc staal - new york rangers (detroit red wings)

(21) tuukka rask - toronto maple leafs (boston bruins)

(24) tj oshie - st. louis blues (washington capitals)

(33) james neal - dallas stars (st. louis blues)

(62) kris letang - pittsburgh penguins (pittsburgh penguins)

(85) ben bishop - st. louis blues (dallas stars)

(105) keith yandle - phoenix coyotes (philadelphia flyers)

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟔 (vancouver, british columbia)

(1) erik johnson - st. louis blues (colorado avalanche)

(2) jordan staal - pittsburgh penguins (carolina hurricanes)

(4) nicklas backstrom - washington capitals (washington capitals)

(5) phil kessel - boston bruins (arizona coyotes)

(6) derick brassard - columbus blue jackets (philadelphia flyers)

(11) jonathan bernier - los angeles kings (new jersey devils)

(22) claude giroux - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(23) semyon varlamov - washington capitals (new york islanders)

(28) nick foligno - ottawa senetors (boston bruins)

(45) jeff petry - edmonton oilers (montreal canadiens)

(50) milan lucic - boston bruins (calgary flames)

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕 (columbus, ohio)

(2) james van riemsdyk - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(7) jakub voracek - columbus blue jackets (columbus blue jackets)

(11) brandon sutter - carolina hurricanes (vancouver canucks)

(24) mikael backlund - calgary flames (calgary flames)

(27) brendan smith - detroit red wings (carolina hurricanes)

(43) pk subban - montreal canadiens (new jersey devils)

(61) wayne simmonds - los angeles kings (toronto maple leafs)

the only thing that makes me feel good about this is the fact that jb14 was drafted 129th.

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖 (ottawa, ontario)

(1) steven stamkos - tampa bay lightning (tampa bay lightning)

(3) alex pietrangelo - st. louis blues (vegas golden knights)

(5) luke schenn - toronto maple leafs (vancouver canucks)

(9) josh bailey - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(12) tyler myers - buffalo sabres (vancouver canucks)

(15) erik karlsson - ottawa senetors (san jose sharks)

(17) jake gardiner - anaheim ducks (carolina hurricanes)

(22) jordan eberle - edmonton oilers (seattle kraken)

(26) tyler ennis - buffalo sabres (ottawa senetors)

(31) jacob markstrom - florida panthers (calgary flames)

(38) roman josi - nashville predators (nashville predators)

(55) macro scandella - minnestoa wild (st. louis blues)

(82) adam henrique - new jersey devils (anaheim ducks)

(93) braden holtby - washington capitals (dallas stars)

(148) matt martin - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(157) cam atkinson - columbus blue jackets (philadelphia flyers)

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗 (montreal, quebec)

(1) john tavares - new york islanders (toronto maple leafs)

(2) victor hedman - tampa bay lightning (tampa bay lightning)

(5) brayden schenn - los angeles kings (st. louis blues)

(6) oliver ekman-larsson - phoenix coyotes (vancouver canucks)

(7) nazem kadri - toronto maple leafs (colorado avalanche)

(11) ryan ellis - nashville predators (philadelphia flyers)

(16) nick leddy - minnesota wild (detroit red wings)

(19) chris kreider - new york rangers (new york rangers)

(26) kyle palmieri - anaheim ducks (new york islanders)

(33) ryan o'reilly - colorado avalanche (st. louis blues)

(46) robin lehner - ottawa senetors (vegas golden knights)

(51) brian dumoulin - carolina hurricanes (pittsburgh penguins)

(64) tyson barrie - colorado avalanche (edmonton oilers)

(92) casey cizikas - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(104) marcus foligno - buffalo sabres (minnesota wild)

(152) anders lee - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(161) darcy kuemper - minnesota wild (colorado avalanche)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎 (los angeles, california)

(1) taylor hall - edmonton oilers (boston bruins)

(2) tyler seguin - boston bruins (dallas stars)

(7) jeff skinner - carolina hurricanes (buffalo sabres)

(9) mikael granlund - minnesota wild (nashville predators)

(16) vladimir tarasenko - st. louis blues (st. louis blues)

(20) beau bennett - pittsburgh penguins (retired)

(24) kevin hayes - chicago blackhawks (philadelphia flyers)

(28) charlie coyle - san jose sharks (boston bruins)

(30) brock nelson - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(47) tyler toffoli - los angeles kings (montreal canadiens)

(59) jason zucker - minnesota wild (pittsburgh penguins)

(60) stephen jones - chicago blackhawks (retired)

(80) bryan rust - pittsburgh penguins (pittsburgh penguins)

(112) philipp grubauer - washington capitals (seattle kraken)

(131) john klingberg - dallas stars (dallas stars)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏 (st. paul, minnesota)

(1) ryan nugent-hopkins - edmonton oilers (edmonton oilers)

(2) gabriel landeskog - colorado avalanche (colorado avalanche)

(4) adam larsson - new jersey devils (seattle kraken)

(6) mika zibanejad - ottawa senators (new york rangers)

(8) sean couturier - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(9) dougie hamilton - boston bruins (new jersey devils)

(14) jamie oleksiak - dallas stars (seattle kraken)

(15) jt miller - new york rangers (vancouver canucks)

(19) oscar klefbom - edmonton oilers (edmonton oilers)

(30) rickard rakell - anaheim ducks (anaheim ducks)

(34) scott mayfield - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(37) boone jenner - columbus blue jackets (columbus blue jackets)

(43) brandon saad - chicago blackhawks (st. louis blues)

(46) joel edmundson - st. louis blues (montreal canadiens)

(53) william karlsson - anaheim ducks (vegas golden knights)

(67) adam lowry - winnipeg jets (winnipeg jets)

(75) blake coleman - new jersey devils (calgary flames)

(96) jean-gabriel pageau - ottawa senetors (new york islanders)

(104) johnny gaudreau - calgary flames (calgary flames)

(133) sean kurlay - san jose sharks (columbus blue jackets)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐 (pittsburgh, pennsylvania)

(3) alex galchenyuk - montreal canadiens (arizona coyotes)

(5) morgan rielly - toronto maple leafs (toronto maple leafs)

(7) matt dumba - minnesota wild (minnesota wild)

(9) jacob trouba - winnipeg jets (new york rangers)

(17) tomas hertl - san jose sharks (san jose sharks)

(18) teuvo teravainen - chicago blackhawks (carolina hurricanes)

(20) scott laughton - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(23) mike matheson - florida panthers (pittsburgh penguins)

(24) malcom subban - boston bruins (buffalo sabres)

(28) brady skjei - new york rangers (carolina hurricanes)

(47) brock mcginn - carolina hurricanes (pittsburgh penguins)

(58) jordan martinook - phoenix coyotes (carolina hurricanes)

(60) damon severson - new jersey devils (new jersey devils)

(65) adam pelech - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(66) jimmy vesey - nashville predators (new jersey devils)

(74) eas lindell - dallas stars (dallas stars)

(78) shayne gostisbehere - philadelphia flyers (arizona coytoes)

(83) matt murray - pittsburgh penguins (ottawa senetors)

(85) matt grzelcyk - boston bruins (boston bruins)

(86) colton parayko - st. louis blues (st. louis blues)

(87) frederik andersen - anaheim ducks (carolina hurricanes)

(95) josh anderson - columbus blue jackets (montreal canadiens)

(101) cedric paquette - tampa bay lightning (montreal canadiens)

(120) jaccob slavin - carolina hurricanes (carolina hurricanes)

(137) connor carrick - washington capitals (seatte kraken)

(147) ben hutton - vancouver canucks (vegas golden knight)

(150) alexander kerfoot - new jersey devils (toronto maple leafs)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑 (newark, new jersey)

(1) nathan mackinnon - colorado avalanche (colorado avalanche)

(2) aleksander barkov - florida panthers (florida panthers)

(5) elias lindolm - carolina hurricanes (calgary flames)

(6) sean monahan - calgary flames (calgary flames)

(7) darnell nurse -edmonton oilers (edmonton oilers)

(9) bo horvat - vancouver canucks (vancouver canucks)

(11) sam morin - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(14) alexander wennberg - columbus blue jackets (seattle kraken)

(15) ryan pulock - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(16) nikita zadorov - buffalo sabres (calgary flames)

(26) shea theodore - anaheim ducks (vegas golden knights)

(29) jason dickinson - dallas stars (vancouver canucks)

(35) jt compher - buffalo sabres (colorado avalanche)

(41) robert hagg - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(44) tristan jarry - pittsburgh penguins (pittsburgh penguins)

(66) brett pesce - carolina hurricanes (carolina hurricanes)

(75) pavel buchnevich - new york rangers (st. louis blues)

(77) jake guentzel - pittsburgh penguins (pittsburgh penguins)

(88) anthony duclair - new york rangers (florida panthers)

(99) juuse saros - nashville predators (nashville predators)

(100) miles wood - new jersey devils (new jersey devils)

(110) ryan graves - new york rangers (new jersey devils)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒 (philadelphia, pennsylvania)

(3) leon draisaitl - edmton oilers (edmonton oilers)

(7) haydn fleury - carolina hurricanes (seattle kraken)

(8) william nylander - toronto maple leafs (toronto maple leafs)

(9) nikolaj ehlers - winnipeg jets (winnipeg jets)

(10) nick ritchie - anaheim ducks (toronto maple leafs)

(11) kevin fiala - nashville predators (minnesota wild)

(13) jakub vrana - washington capitals (detroit red wings)

(15) dylan larkin - detroit red wings (detroit red wings)

(17) travis sanheim - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(22) kasperi kapanen - pittsburgh penguins (pittsburgh penguins)

(24) jared mccann - vancouver canucks (seattle kraken)

(25) david pastranak - boston bruins (boston bruins)

(29) adrian kempe - los angeles kings (los angeles kings)

(36) thatcher demko - vancouver canucks (vancouver canucks)

(48) nicolas aube-kubel - philadelphia flyers (colorado avalanche)

(76) elvis merzlikins - columbus blue jackets (columbus blue jackets)

(78) ilya sorokin - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(108) devon toews - new york islanders (colorado avalanche)

(118) igor shestyorkin - new york rangers (new york rangers)

(121) max willman - buffalo sabres (philadelphia flyers)

(146) anders bjork - boston bruins (buffalo sabres)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟓 (sunrise, florida)

(1) connor mcdavid - edmonon oilers (edmonton oilers)

(2) jack eichel - buffalo sabres (vegas golden knights)

(4) mitch marner - toronto maple leafs (toronto maple leafs)

(5) noah hanifin - carolina hurricanes (calgary flames)

(6) pavel zacha - new jersey devils (new jersey devils)

(7) ivan provorov - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(10) mikko rantanen - colorado avalanche (colorado avalanche)

(12) denis gurianov - dallas stars (dallas stars)

(14) jake debrusk - boston bruins (boston bruins)

(16) mat barzal - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(18) thomas chabot - ottawa senators (ottawa senators)

(19) evgeny svechnikov - detroit red wings (winnipeg jets)

(23) brock boeser - vancouver canucks (vancouver canucks)

(24) travis konecny - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(28) anthony beauvillier - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(34) travis dermott - toronto maple leafs (toronto maple leafs)

(35) sebastian aho - carolina hurricanes (carolina hurricanes)

(37) brandon carlo - boston bruins (boston bruins)

(49) roope hintz - dallas stars (dallas stars)

(72) anthony cirelli - tampa bay lightning (tampa bay lightning)

(76) adin hill - arizona coyotes (san jose sharks)

(120) mathieu joseph - tampa bay lightning (tampa bay lightning)

(123) conor garland - arizona coyotes (vancouver canucks)

(124) ethan bear - edmonton oilers (carolina hurricanes)

(135) kirill kaprizov - minnestoa wild (minnestoa wild)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔 (buffalo, new york)

(2) patrik laine - winnipeg jets (columbus blue jackets)

(3) pierre-luc dubois - columbus blue jackets (winnipeg jets)

(4) jesse puljujarvi - edmonton oilers (edmonton oilers)

(6) matthew tkachuk - calgary flames (calgary flames)

(7) clayton keller - arizona coyotes (arizona coyotes)

(10) tyson jost - colorado avalanche (colorado avalanche)

(12) mikey mcleod - new jersey devils (new jersey devils)

(13) jake bean - carolina hurricanes (columbus blue jackets)

(14) charlie mcavoy - boston bruins (boston bruins)

(16) jakob chychrun - arizona coyotes (arizona coyotes)

(19) kieffer bellows - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(26) tage thompson - st. louis blues (buffalo sabres)

(27) brett howden - tampa bay lightning (vegas golden knights)

(29) trent frederic - boston bruins (boston bruins)

(30) sam steel - anaheim ducks (anaheim ducks)

(35) jordan kyrou - st. louis blues (st. louis blues)

(47) samuel girard - nashville predators (colorado avalanche)

(48) carter hart - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(49) ryan lindgren - boston bruins (new york rangers)

(52) wade allison - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(60) dylan gambrell - san jose sharks (ottawa senators)

(61) joseph woll - toronto maple leafs (toronto maple leafs)

(66) adam fox - calgary flames (new york rangers)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕 (chicago, illnois)

(1) nico hischier - new jersey devils (new jersey devils)

(2) nolan patrick - philadelphia flyers (vegas golden knights)

(3) miro heiskanen - dallas stars (dallas stars)

(4) cale makar - colorado avalanche (colorado avalanche)

(5) elias pettersson - vancouver canucks (vancouver canucks)

(6) cody glass - vegas golden knights (nashville predators)

(12) martin necas - carolina hurricanes (carolina hurricanes)

(13) nick suzuki - vegas golden knights (montreal canadiens)

(19) josh norris - san jose sharks (ottawa senators)

(23) pierre-oliver joseph - arizona coyotes (pittsburgh penguins)

(25) ryan poehling - montreal canadiens (montreal canadiens)

(27) morgan frost - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(36) jesper boqvist - new jersey devils (new jersey devils)

(39) jason robertson - dallas stars (dallas stars)

(49) mario ferraro - san jose sharks (san jose sharks)

(53) jack studnicka - boston bruins (boston bruins)

(67) morgan geekie - carolina hurricanes (seattle kraken)

(87) cale fleury - montreal canadiens (seattle kraken)

(95) jack rathbone - vancouver canucks (vancouver canucks)

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖 (dallas, texas)

(1) rasmus dahlin - buffalo sabres (buffalo sabres)

(2) andrei svechnikov - carolina hurricanes (carolina hurricanes)

(3) jesperi kotkaniemi - montreal canadiens (carolina hurricanes)

(4) brady tkachuk - ottawa senators (ottawa senators)

(7) quinn hughes - vancouver canucks (vancouver canucks)

(8) adam boqvist - chicago blackhawks (columbus blue jackets)

(9) vitali kravtsov - new york rangers (new york rangers)

(11) oliver wahlstrom - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(12) noah dobson - new york islanders (new york islanders)

(14) joel farabee - philadelphia flyers (philadelphia flyers)

(17) ty smith - new jersey devils (new jersey devils)

(22) k'andre miller - new york rangers (new york rangers)

(28) nils lundkvist - new york rangers (new york rangers)

(29) rasmus sandin - toronto maple leafs (toronto maple leafs)

(30) joe veleno - detroit red wings (detroit red wings)

(42) jack drury - carolina hurricanes (carolina hurricanes)

i really hope you enjoyed this list. it took me almost 3 hours.

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Inspired by The Order of the Phoenix | Muddy Waters by Bells. After a long while I finally posted something. Hope you enjoy it. I apologize for any inconsistencies, mistakes etc.

The sound of crashing waves welcomed Alice, as she apparated with a pop to the isolated island. Three more pops followed her, and suppressing a shudder she said with a smirk, to the man standing in the middle: "Welcome to Azkaban, Mulciber!"

Mulciber looked at the looming structure with slight distaste. "Not exactly my idea of a holiday."

"Don't you worry," she said, as a pair of wizards muttered an incantation and the great black doors sprang open. "You have first class accomodations at the top. Heard that the view is beautiful. You'll probably miss the puppeteering though." She added at the end, as he sighed. You will definitely not be imperiusing any more people here , she thought with satisfaction.

It took her more than expected to catch him, he had been very slippery. Her one year absence from the Auror Office probably didn't help, but she wouldn't replace her time with Neville and Frank for anything in the world. Alice smiled as she thought of her son and husband. It's finally over and now we can be a proper family .

There several high ranking Death Eaters left, but she was sure that they would be caught in no time, and she would do anything in her power to make that a reality. For too long fear had ruled them, and finally they were on the brink of breaking those chains fully. No more innocents would die, no more families would be torn apart, and their world would be rebuilt; Alice believed with every part of her being.

She felt tightness in her chest as she thought of the price they had paid for peace. Too high . She thought of countless lives lost in this forsaken war, of those she knew and of those she didn't,and how there is almost nothing left. With a pang she thought of Lily and James, and how little time they had to spend with their son. I have a chance to see my Neville grow, and go to Hogwarts, something that is lost to them forever, and poor Harry off to live with Muggles, the sister Lily spoke of with sadness. She remembered how much of a comfort Lily had been during their pregnancies, and all the tears and smiles they shared. Alice hoped she could speak to Dumbledore soon about Harry.

"Ah, Auror Longbottom, welcome," Everard, a tall wizard, greeted her. She had arrived at the "reception area", where there were more than a dozen men and women, sitting, throwing dark looks around the room. A few were opening their mouths in silent screams, their eyes wide and frantic.

"Good evening, Everard," she flashed him a smile. "Plenty of work?"

"Indeed, never had more people coming at once. That must be Mulciber?"

"Yes, he proved himself to be quite a challenge, two of my men are in St.Mungos, but I caught him in the end."

"Never would have expected less of you, Mrs. Longbottom," Everard grinned at her. "We can take it from here."

"Actually Everard, I wish to escort him to his cell," Alice said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. I must speak to him, that is the least I owe to Lily . That wasn't too out of ordinary, many aurors wanted to make sure their prisoners got into their cells, with their own eyes.

Everard nodded. "Very well, just have to finish the paperwork, thank Merlin we got news of his arrival the moment he got sentenced, Crouch has been adamant that we give him the highest security cell." He riffled true some slips of parchment and drew one out. "Give this to McCain upon entering the high security wing,"

"Thank you, Everard," Alice said with a small smile." She turned to Mulciber. "It seems you'll have to enjoy my company a little while longer."

"Wonderful," Mulciber drawled in response.

Alice waved with her hand. "Robert, Mick, let's go." Without a sigh they obeyed. As she entered the prison proper, she felt a sudden cold that had nothing to do with the autumn weather, and she saw black cloaked shapes floating around the cells. She thought of Frank, and Neville making his first steps. "Expecto Patronum" A silvery wildcat emerged from her wand, and pounced of in front of her.

"You know, Longbottom," Mulciber said, after a brief period of silence. "I wouldn't be too happy, if I were you. Bellatrix is quite pissed off at you."

Alice looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "Oh really, is she still bitter that I beat her two years ago?"

"Indeed," Mulciber responded, looking at the blank ceiling with a frown. "I heard her say, you were lucky." He finished looking straight at Alice with a smirk.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Mulciber," Alice said, while tapping her wand holster, "or I'll do it for you. I don't need luck to beat, and besides I wasn't the one who ran like a coward."

Alice had heard those words from a few Death Eaters she had caught lately, but she paid it no mind. If you want me so bad Bellatrix, you know where to find me . She heard that Voldemort was furious with her. He wanted her and Frank dead for a long time. He can't hurt us now, anyway .

Faint whimpers followed her all the way to the top, as she climbed what felt like a thousand steps. Mulciber had seemingly lost interest in speaking to her, as he looked at the Dementors with a glint in his eyes. You will break eventually, I promise you, Alice thought, they all do.

They finally reach the top, where five wizards were standing in front of a large steel door, bound with chains and three planks of wood from top to bottom. Alice approached the one with a golden badge on his chest.

"Auror Alice Longbottom," she said handing McCain the piece if parchment. "Here to transfer Pollus Mulciber to his cell."

McCain nodded. "Open the door! Cell X Y 380."

Alice felt like she entered a deep pit; there were no torches or any light sources, only her wildcat gave off light and nothing else, and this place was quiet, eerily quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop. "Some light, please boys," she said to her two companions.

"Lumos," they whispered in unison.

Now being able to see, Alice led the way, all of their breaths noticeably ragged. She shivered and pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

"Three hundred and eighty!" Alice exclaimed, trying to sound as cheery as possible, considering the situation. "Hope you will find the room to your liking, and if you don't… oh well, tough luck."

She held the cell door open as Robert and Mick walked into the cell. They pushed Mulciber against the wall, released the binding spell on one hand and bound it to the chains, then they did the same with the other. They exited the cell half running. "Can we leave now, Sir?" Robert asked, his face pale.

"Soon," Alice responded.

"I'm going to miss your company, Longbottom," Mulciber said, as the cell door closed, and his chains released him.

"I'm afraid I can't say the same Mulciber." Alice said. "You should be pretty at home here."

"We might yet meet again, and I don't believe you will be so brave next time."

"You wish, Mulciber, sweet dreams." With those final words to Mulciber, she turned around and said to her companions. "I'm sorry boys, but we will need to stay here a while longer."

Mick gulped. "Why?"

"I need to talk to someone, and I'll own you one, okay?"

They both looked at each other and nodded. "Very well," Robert said with a strained smile.

"Thank you," Alice said and strode toward cell three hundred and ninety. She couldn't help, but feel her heartbeat faster as she approached the cell. She saw an outline of a figure huddled at the end, head raised to the window, looking into the starless sky. She tapped her wand on the steel bars, and the figure turned towards her.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice weirdly neutral. How can he sound so bored? "Who is it? Nothing? Great, I'm already going mad." He let out a laugh.

It's definitely him, Alice thought, her anger rising. And it's always a joke with him. "Nothing seems to lower your spirit, does it Black!" She said coldly, trying to put as much venom as she could in those words.

"Alice?" he asked, his voice faint as a whisper, and he got up from his position beside the window and approached the cell. Azkaban didn't seem to do him much good, yet his cheeks, dark hair and handsome face were still quite clear. Sirius.

How is he still so handsome ? she thought, her rage rising. After all he had done this didn't seem just. Even though he had been here for only a couple of days, Alice had hoped that the dementors would do a quick job, considering the crimes he had committed.

"Yes it is me Black," she said, trying to keep her tears at bay. How did it go so wrong? "Make no mistake about it, this is not a friendly call."

"Alice, please," he said, and she saw tears glistening in his eyes, and that made it worse.

"I wonder, for who are these tears? Your master?" Alice asked through gritted teeth, the tears seemed to be bubbling underneath the surface. "I wonder what did Voldemort offer you?"

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice shaking.

"You are sorry?" Alice let out a hollow laugh that echoed through the hall. "Sorry? After all you have done, the best you can say is: 'I'm sorry'." She felt tears now rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't care. "James loved you as a brother, and you betrayed him. Why Sirius? You who always talked about how different you are from your family, you who always talked about standing up to Voldemort, why? Were the lives of Lily and James worth it, was the life of Harry worth it?"

"Harry…" he said.

"He is still alive, no thanks to you, and your master's power is broken, he will live with Lily's sister, thanks to you. Yet there is still blood on your hands: Lily and James, Peter, Dorcas, the McKinnons, and countless others, even Marlene, I truly thought you loved her, yet it seems I was wrong. Again I ask, 'What did he offer you?'

Sirius stared at her, as if he was seeing her for the first time.

"You disgust me, Black. You betrayed us, and there is almost nothing left. I hope you rot. I hope you feel the pain I and countless others feel, I hope your every waking moment is hell, and it will still be less than you deserve."

Without another word she turned, wiping her dried tears away, and never looked back until she was outside the prison. Again she thought of Lily and the son she would never know; that left her feeling hollow.

Then she thought of Frank and Neville, and with a small smile disapparated. It's gonna be alright.

Thanks for reading. I appreciate any kind of feedback.

#harry potter #alice longbottom #sirius black #mulciber #fanfiction #one shot #ao3 link

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dragon-fics · 3 years ago

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DOS: A Princely Predicament (Male Human x Dragon/Reader)

Chapter summary: For years the only interaction you hade with humans was pillaging their villages. So when a king comes to you with a scheme on how to kidnap what would later turn out to be your greatest treasure.

F/C = Favourite colour

* = means (my) father

I hated humans. I just hated them. You could hide your quiet, solitary self, high in a mountain, away from all the drama of the world and somehow one would still scurry its way up to jab at you with its tiny metal handheld spike.

And the worst ones were the ones that dreamt of greatness and glory, and killing a great dragon such as myself seemed to be the most popular way of doing it. Obviously, none of them had succeeded.

So, when this visitor arrived, let’s just say I almost bit his head off before he had even spoken. But I’m glad I didn’t; I got some fine treasure out of it.

“You want me to do what?” I spat, peering down at the king who stood in front of me.

He held his pale face calmly, staying stoic and proud. “To kidnap Prince Lansa and keep him here until I send someone to fetch him,” King Darius said. He and King Alo were rivals. And from what I understood, Darius was desperate for an alliance. But he hated doing things civilly, so he figured that this way was the most convenient way.

“And what’s in it for me?” I hissed, flicking out my tongue.

Darius smirked, scratching his black beard. “Why, treasure of course.” He threw his hand back to a knight stood at the mouth of my cave. He led forward a horse-drawn carriage, piled up with gems and gold. The treasure caught the morning light beautifully.

A grin caught my face. So much treasure for babysitting a prince? I almost laughed at the thought.

“And there’ll be more when you capture the prince, and much more will be given once I send someone to pick him up—for the inconvenience.” He grinned. A few of his knights glanced at each other. “So, do we have a deal, (Y/N)?”

I looked up, focusing on the sky outside. The dripping of water from the man-made pond in the other room filled the silence. Darius stayed completely still and silent. “Very well,” I said finally. “We have a deal.”

He offered his hand to shake. I offered him a claw and shook it. “I look forward to working with you, Darius.”

*~*~*~*

“Let go of me! You foul beast!” Prince Lansa yelled. He wriggled in my front talons, punching my claws.

I chuckled and flew higher. “I’m not going to do that, Princess. You’re much too valuable to let drop.”

Lansa groaned, irritated. “I am not a princess. I am a prince.”

I snorted amusingly. “I’m well aware, Lansa.” I looked ahead at the twinkling stars and the spire that pierced the clouds. The spire that was my home. I flapped my wings harder, putting on a burst of speed.

“What do you want me for?” he demanded, hitting my claws again. I felt something tickle my digits.

I chuckled. “Magic will not free you, Princess.”

Lansa scoffed and held himself still. “Well, what are you going to do with me?”

I smirked. “Eat you, of course. After a good game of cat and mouse, or rather, dragon and human.”

He flinched in my hold and looked down. “Wonderful,” he murmured.

I soared towards my cave, seeing its opening and landing just in front of it, by the smooth, round pillars, holding my wings out for balance as I teetered on my rear legs. I placed Lansa on the ground.

He stumbled forward, gathering his balance. I looked down at him in his red evening suit. I picked up a torch on the ground and blew a plume of fire onto the tar at one end, its warm light illuminating his face as he stared up at me in quiet awe. He had several gold pieces and gems embedded in his ears, a delicate gold chain and ruby around his neck, and bands of gold and silver around almost every digit.

I would hate to admit it, but he had quite a handsome, pointed face with light brown skin and long, dark hair in a long plait.

“What?” Lansa spat, noticing my face. “I thought you said you were going to eat me.”

I cocked a brow. “Well, I lied.” I picked him up by the back of his clothes.

“Hey! My garments are very expensive!” he yelled, throwing his hands all over the place.

I growled and walked on the smooth, straight-line cracked floor. I walked passed the stone, seated human in its chair. Its shattered head lay in rubble by its feet. I hit one of the bigger pieces with my tail, shattering it into smaller pieces.

“How dare you?!” Lansa seethed. “Broella did not give you life just so you could smash her head into such small pieces no one would ever recognise her!”

“I washn’t aware see wash shomeome speshial,” I said between clenched teeth.

“This entire temple is littered with paintings and statues of her. How could you not know about the most important deity to ever exist!” he lectured, crossing his weak rope arms.

I hummed and ignored him, making my way to the back of this so-called temple. In the centre was a man-made pool of water with some other human standing with a bucket of water. Once upon a time, water flowed from the bucket in some magical way, but it no longer did. Surrounding the stone pond were piles upon piles of gold and gems and my soft bed made of goat, sheep and oxen hides.

I dropped Lansa on the hides and pinned him down with my rear leg. He uttered a sound of mild discomfort. “Don’t even think of moving.”

He scoffed and rested his head in his hands.

I rolled my eyes and put down my torch in a stand, rummaging around in a pile of gold, remembering what I’d robbed from a town a few years ago. They had kept a fire phoenix in a cage, so naturally I took the cage and released the fiery bird. The cage itself was silver—whether it was actually silver was another thing—and embedded with gems. So, I kept it.

Finally, I pulled it out from beneath its pile of gold. I shook it, getting rid of any loose coins and gems. I placed it on the ground with a clang. Opening the wire door, lifted my paw from Lansa.

He pushed himself to his tiny feet. “You must be joking,” he said in a flat, yet irritated tone. He scowled at me. The cage was just big enough for him to stand and lie in comfortably.

“In. Now.” I growled, slamming a paw down onto the floor beside him.

“What do you actually want with me?” Lansa said with a penetrating gaze.

“Does it matter?” I lowered my head to get a better look at him.

His brown eyes stared deep into mine. He lifted his suspicious look. “You have beautiful eyes,” he commented.

I raised my head, baffled.

Lansa looked at the cage. “I suppose not. Either way, I’ll either end up dead or you’ll trade me for treasure or a feast,” he answered. He stepped into the cage. “But if I’m expected to stay here, I wish for some pillows and some blankets.”

I peered down at him, closing the door with a soft clatter. “And what happens if I don’t provide things for your comfort?”

He smirked. “I can be very aggravating. Plus, I’ve got magic.”

I barked a laugh, making him jump. “Magic? I’d hardly even say you’re capable of a simple card trick.”

Lansa scoffed, clearly offended. “I promise you; I can be very aggravating.”

Continuing to laugh, I walked away. I went over to my bed of hides. I picked up a bundle of sheep’s wool, a deer hide, a blanket and a cushion, all from raids. Opening the door, I tossed in the soft belongings.

“There,” I said, shutting it. I lay down on my bed, yawning widely.

Lansa got to work quickly. I observed him. Placing the wool down first, he made a mattress. He draped the deer hide over the wool and then set up the cushion and blanket on top. He removed his jacket and lay beneath the blanket, dozing off quickly.

I waited a few moments before coming closer to his cage and lifting it up. I studied him for a moment and hung him from the chandelier high above my bed. As I smothered the light, my eyelids grew heavy, and I dozed off.

*~*~*~*

“Get. Me. Down. From heeeeere!” Lansa bellowed.

I cracked open my eyes with a groan. “Shut up!” I groaned, reaching for a piece of gold. I launched it at him, eyes closed, and missed.

He groaned. “Well, I need to get out of this cage!” he whined urgently.

I lifted my head groggily. “And why exactly to you need to leave the cage?” I asked. I yawned and stretched out my wings.

Lansa sighed. “I have an urgent need,” he mumbled.

I forced myself to my feet, exasperated. I looked at him. He was holding his paws over the fork of his legs, his knees together. I sighed and lowered the cage onto the ground. I opened the door. “Just remember that I’m faster,” I warned.

He jogged out of the room to the entrance of the temple. I plodded after him, stretching my legs. Settling in front of the giant statue of the deity Lansa had lectured me on yesterday, I looked at its robes and narrow figure. I stared at it for a long time, unsure why exactly he had taken so much offense to the rock being broken.

“So now you take an interest, dragon,” Lansa said, emerging through the entrance.

“(Y/N),” I corrected. “That is my name.”

He echoed it quietly and stopped by my talons. “I’ll remember that.”

I hummed. “Who is she?” I asked.

“That is Broella,” Lansa said, “the Goddess of Life. She created the world and everything in it. She is the mother of all gods.”

“Huh,” I said, looking down at him.

He looked up at me with another penetrating gaze. “How do you know my name?”

I looked back at the pale stone statue. “I’ve been watching you for a while.” That was partially true.

“And why have you been watching?” he asked apprehensively.

“Because,” I started, “you’re handsome.” That too was only partially a lie.

Lansa looked away from me. “So, is that why you kidnapped me? To make me your…?” he trailed off, uncomfortable.

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

He looked away. “Wonderful,” he sighed.

I hit him with the end of my tail. “Right. Back into your cage, I have things to do.”

Lansa yelped, stumbling forward. “Ow! Alright. Alright.” He walked back to my hoardroom with me. I locked him back into his cage and left the temple, keeping an eye out for Darius.

*~*~*~*

There had been no sign of Darius all day.

I snorted, frustrated, as I walked into the dark temple. I spared the statue of Broella a glance and walked through to my hoardroom. Lansa was sitting on my bed of hides, reading a book with an orb of yellow light hovering above his open palm. It surprised me he hadn’t just left.

“Still here?” I called, lighting the tar torch and placing it in a stand by the hides.

He shrugged. “Did you bring something to eat?”

I snorted, amused. “You ate last night.”

“But I’m staaarving!” Lansa whined. He was already aggravating, and I’d only spent a few spare moments with him.

“Fine,” I huffed. “I’ll get you a rabbit or something.”

He rushed to his feet. “Can I come with you?”

“Fine. But don’t make a sound.” I was willing to do anything not to risk hearing him whine and moan.

Lansa grinned and went for my leg. He gripped my shoulder, and I tossed him back. “What… are you doing?”

He held his hand to his head. “I was trying to get onto your back.”

“And why would you do that?”

Lansa got to his feet. “How else was I going to keep up with you?”

I sighed. How did this tiny thing with needle-like limbs think of everything? “Alright. But no poking or kicking or anything like that. It is a privilege to ride a dragon, Princess.” I raised my nose.

He huffed. “I promise I won’t poke or kick you.”

I nodded, bending my leg for him to clamber up onto my back.

Lansa got up quickly and settled into the spot between my shoulders and neck. “Alright, let’s go.”

Scoffing, I walked out of the temple. I treaded along the path I had made for myself, staying low to the ground. I avoided low-hanging branches and other obstacles for Lansa. It made me feel ridiculous.

Finally, I glimpsed some movement along the trees. “Off,” I whispered.

Lansa slid off my back without a moment’s hesitation, and I pounced on the movement. A rabbit landed between my claws. I swiftly cut its throat and picked it up. “On,” I ordered. He got onto my back, and I walked back to the temple.

“That was quick,” Lansa commented. “Did your parents teach you to hunt?”

“Yesh,” I responded, entering the temple, my jaws clamped shut. I stopped in the hoardroom and dropped the rabbit on the floor.

Lansa slid off my back and looked at it. “Can you cook it?”

I eyed him. “Cook it?”

“Yes,” he said. “Humans can’t eat meat raw.”

I sighed and blew a plume of flames onto the rabbit. Its skin and fur were burnt away, leaving bare, smoked brown rabbit meat. “There,” I said, walking over to my bed.

Lansa picked up the cooked rabbit and scrambled after me. He sat opposite me on the animal hides. He graciously ate the rabbit. You’d know he was a prince.

“Is it to your standard?” I asked, not truly caring if it was.

He nodded, taking another bite. “Yes. Thank you,” he responded after swallowing.

I looked out of the room, towards the statue’s room. “Of course. Can’t let my Princess have food that’s not up to his liking.”

*~*~*~*

It took two weeks before Darius showed up. And unfortunately, Lansa had grown on me. A lot.

It was ridiculous; I know. But I had developed a bit of a crush on him. He taught me a lot about the statues at the temple; he read to me most nights, and he really enjoyed flying, making him an excellent company.

And I’d rather not bring up about how often I thought about him when I was away. I wondered if he was alright, whether some nasty pest might hurt him, or if Darius had sent his knight and snuck past me. At this point in time, I was honestly questioning whether I was going to let Darius take him away.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Lansa said, touching my foreleg.

I stilled at his touch, coming out of my thoughts. “Princess,” I responded, looking down at him.

He looked up at me. “Are you ok? You’ve been out here for a while. Just… sitting.”

I looked back out at the rising sun. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“Thinking? Since when do you think?”

I snorted and hit him with my tail.

“Ow!” he hissed. “Okay, sorry.” He rubbed his lower back. “So, what were you thinking about?”

I hummed, wondering if I should be honest. I drew in a breath. “Lansa,” I started.

He tapped my leg, interrupting me. “Eh, (Y/N), who’s that?” he pointed to the rocky trail that led to the base of the mountain.

I followed his gaze. It was Darius, making his way up with three wagons filled with gold and seven knights. I stood up and spread my wings. I tightened my jaw. Add to my piles of gold or protect Lansa? That was what was running through my mind.

Finally, I said, “Get on my back.”

Lansa looked from me to the king and his knights. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“I’ll explain later. Just get on my back.” I bent my leg for him to get on.

He glanced at the group getting closer and climbed up onto me. As soon as he was settled, I leaped up into the sky, my wings catching the wind. Lansa gripped my neck as I rose into the sky. Behind me, I heard king Darius yell and swear at me.

Finally, I levelled out over the clouds. Water droplets clung to my scales as I skimmed the clouds. Lansa sat up and looked around. He admired the view before looking at my head.

“(Y/N)? Who were those people?”

I faltered, my wings beating irregularly. “That was King Darius,” I replied, ashamed.

“And why was he coming up to you? And how did he know your name?”

“Because… I made a deal with him,” I sighed. I looked up at the horizon, where the sea of clouds met the bright blue sky.

“What sort of a deal?” Lansa asked suspiciously, leaning over my shoulder, trying to catch my eye.

I stayed silent, unable to respond. We had gotten so close; I couldn’t let that fall apart now.

Lansa sighed, exasperated. “What. Sort of deal. Did you make. With Darius, (Y/N)?” he said, his patience waning.

I looked at the rolling cloud beneath me. “I made a deal… to kidnap you, and guard you. In exchange for treasure,” I admitted, my head dipping sombrely.

He took a moment, cooling off before he spoke. I could tell it outraged him with how his heels dug into my shoulders and his finger clenched my spike. He drew in a large breath and looked up, his face still and regal as his limbs relaxed. “So why did you fly away with me?”

I raised my head. “Because…” I took in a breath, mustering up every bit of courage I had. “Because you mean a lot to me, and I don’t want to lose you. So, I’m going to return you home and fight off Darius or move somewhere else, depending on my mood.” I glanced down; we were almost on top of King Alo’s castle.

“My father won’t just let you leave,” Lansa said.

“Then I will fight my way out. No king has ever captured or imprisoned me.” I snorted out a plume of smoke.

He spluttered and coughed. “That’s not what I m—AHHH!” he was cut off as I dove.

They built the castle in a niche of low-lying canyon, so it was almost out of sight to dragons who couldn’t see it. A longer, more hidden niche was close to it, with tiny houses pointing up from the pale rock. Farms made up the bed of the valley, with a meandering river separating the animals from the vegetable patches.

I slowed to a stop by the castle, landing in the cool courtyard. The walls and roofs of the castle were the same beige colour as the rocks and were at almost ninety-degree angles to each other, as were all the other houses’.

Lansa slid off my back as guards came rushing towards me. I growled and spread my wings.

“No!” Lansa hissed, touching my leg. “Stay, please. My father will want to see you.”

“Why?” I hissed back.

Not a moment later, King Alo appeared through the large wooden doors. He wasn’t much taller than Lansa, with long grey hair in an even longer plait than Lansa had. His skin was slightly paler than his son’s. White robes hung on his body and a necklace made of black bone and white beads decorated his chest. He was in fine health, one of the healthiest older humans I have ever seen.

“Oh, Lannie,” Alo cried, wrapping his arms around Lansa.

The guards pointed their spears at me. I shot them deadly glares, wishing I could hit them with my tail, or bat them away with my wings, or lash at them with my claws. But I didn’t. I lashed my tail in irritation and glanced at each one or their painted faces.

Lansa held his father close. “It’s good to be back, Nòsh*,” he whispered.

I looked away from the two. Such a sappy view made me uncomfortable. I shifted on my feet, monitoring the guards.

Lansa released his father, giving him a smile that said, “I won’t admit it, but I missed you”.

“And who might this be?” King Alo asked in the same suspicious tone Lansa used.

I inclined my head to him. “I am—”

“—Nòsh. This is (Y/N).” Lansa introduced, cutting me off. “He/She/They rescued me from the terrible dragon that stole me away.” He put his hand to his heart and looked up at me with the awe-inspired and grateful look. He looked back at his father. “He/She/They brought me back here to make sure I got home safe. Apparently, King Darius wanted to buy me off (Y/N) to make an alliance with you. But of course, he/she/they couldn’t let that happen, now, could you?” He looked back up at me.

I shook my head. Playing along seemed like the best option right now. “N-no. No, I couldn’t.”

A small smile flashed across Lansa’s face. “So that’s why he/she is/they are here. To ensure Darius didn’t capture me and make a fool out of you.”

Alo looked up at me and pinched the triangular stone dangling from his chain of beads between his fingers. “Well, you have done me a great service, (Y/N).” He came closer, touching my shoulder. “Lower your weapons,” he ordered. The guards obeyed, standing at attention. Alo dug his finger into one of my (F/C) coloured scales. “Come. I’ve got so many questions to ask you.” He spun around, striding towards the doors into the castle.

I lowered my head to Lansa’s eye-level. “What does he mean?”

“let’s just say that Nòsh is a huge dragon nerd,” he whispered to me.

“Oh,” I said in understanding. I raised my head again and walked after King Alo Lansa, walking beside me. “So,” I started, once the guards and the king were out of hearing distance. “Why did you lie?”

Lansa smiled at me. “Because I don’t want to lose you either.”

Like I said, I got some fine treasure out of making a deal with Darius.

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years ago

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what did the chickadee and phoenix say to the hybrid?

this was supposed to be a short snippet,,,,,,, anyway, Lydia meets the Maitlands but make it the ~wing au~

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“Greeting ghosts,” Said the strange little fledging that entered the attic. “I am Lydia Deetz. Do not be afraid.”

“Why aren’t you afraid of us?” Barbara asked.

“Because you aren’t scary,” Lydia said. “I mean, look at me in comparison.” She spread her sagging wings (did she ever lift them?), and Barbara realized there were four of them. “I’m probably the freakiest thing to ever walk among the avians. You got competition.”

Realization dawned on Barbara, but Adam got to it first.

“You’re a hybrid!” Her husband yelled, nearly flinging his sheet right off of him when he pointed to Lydia.

“Adam!” Barbara scolded.

“No, it’s okay,” Lydia said. “I prefer the term ‘hybrid’ over ‘mutant’ and ‘monster.’”

“I was gonna say it’s rude to point,” Barbara said, pushing Adam’s hand down.

“Ah,” Lydia nodded. “But yes. I am a hybrid. In the blood. Unfortunately.”

She spread her wings in a mock bow to them, and Barbara could see veins of white riddling the insides of the upper pair. She then winced, fangs flashing in the dim attic light when she grimaced in obvious pain, and let her wings go limp. They landed in a heap on the ground, strewn out like scraps of ruined cloth.

“Are you alright?” Barbara asked worriedly, feeling a flash of maternal instincts zip through her like lightning.

“Fine,” Lydia answered before the question could completely leave Barbara’s mouth, as if it were normal for her to brush off her discomfort when around other people. She shuffled her feet and tilted her head at Barbara and Adam. “Why are you in sheets?”

“We were trying to scare you,” Adam told her.

“You’re not doing a very good job,” Lydia said. “What do you look like under there? Are you horribly disfigured?” Her shoulders lifted, but her big bat ears remained completely drooped. “Are you like me? May I see?”

Barbara and Adam took off their sheets. Lydia’s expression dimmed.

“Oh,” Lydia seemed disappointed. “You’re pureblooded.” She sniffed. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Adam said. “I’m Adam, this is Barbara.”

“Oh, woah,” Lydia’s eyes dilated hugely, like a cat that just saw its owner’s foot move under the blankets. “You’re so shiny.”

Barbara blinked, then realized Lydia was talking about her. Even in death, her feathers continued to glow like fire. She extended one of her wings to Lydia.

“You can touch them, if you’d like.”

Lydia looked up at her in shock. “Really? You’re not afraid of me, like, contaminating you?”

“No...”

“Or infecting you with my ‘dirty blood’?”

“No.”

“Or ripping your wings out of your back like I’m a feral WingEater because I’m jealous of how pretty and normal you are and want to ruin all purebreds in an envious rage?”

“No! Do people really say that stuff to you?!”

Lydia actually laughed. “Wow, you really haven’t met a hybrid before.” She shuffled her feet. “But-- I can really touch them?”

Barbara smiled warmly at her. “Of course, sweetheart.” She nudged her wing closer. “Go on. I promise I don’t have Drop Feather Fever.”

“Even if you did, I don’t have feathers!” Lydia said, then reached out and brushed Barbara’s wing. Her touch was light and gentle, as if she were worried she may hurt her new friend, and her short, stubby claws tickled against the skin beneath the feathers. “Wow... They’re so soft! And warm!”

“Yup!” Adam strode over, looking proud. “You, little bat-moth, are looking at a real Phoenix Avem! WAIT--”

Lydia leapt backwards and the mane of yellow-orange flannel moth fur around her neck and chest bristled like a startled cat.

“YOU CAN SEE US?!” Adam yelled.

It was only then that Barbara realized that Lydia shouldn’t have been able to see her or Adam. She had been so distracted by the adorable fledgling that it hadn’t dawned on her at all.

“Uhh,” Lydia’s fur settled. “Yeah?”

“But we were told that the living ignore the strange and usual,” Adam said.

“Well, perhaps it’s because I, myself, am strange and unusual,” Lydia said. “Also all of my internal organs are purple and I can’t have a period due to a ‘compromised reproductive system caused by faulty genetics,’ so I’m not exactly very far from the boat you’re rocking in.”

“Trust me, sweetie, the no period thing is a blessing,” Barbara said.

“Everything else is a curse, though,” Lydia said with a sad smile.

Barbara frowned at that, but before she could press on what she meant, Adam stepped in.

“Okay, well, since you can see us, do you mind leaving and never coming back?”

“Adam!” Barbara flared. She thought of not seeing this little girl again, and it made a cold pit open up inside of her and she couldn’t really explain why.

“Not her,” Adam said quickly. “Her family!”

Lydia scoffed. “We’re not a family.” She sounded a touch offended. “We’re father, daughter, and Delia.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Barbara inquired, “Your mother, she...?”

Just when Barbara thought Lydia’s ears couldn’t droop any further, they somehow got even lower.

“She... She’s dead...”

Adam grimaced. Barbara’s wings tensed against her back for bringing such a traumatic experience up.

The good news, though, was that the role of mother was up for the taking. And since Lydia clearly felt anything but a parental bond with that Delia woman, Barbara knew it was at good as hers.

She could feel the mammary feathers and nesting season hormones coming in already! Literally. She imprinted on Lydia when she touched her wing. That was her chick now.

“Oh, honey,” Barbara murmured. “I’m so sorry.”

Lydia shook her head, making her ears slap around her face. She gazed around the attic with sparkling eyes, as if she were holding back tears.

“She would have loved this place,” Lydia said. “She was Vesper! Which, you know, explains,” She gestured to herself. “She would call me her ‘weird little moon,’ but it was never in a mean way. And we used to have our own little full moon festivals so I would grow up with proper Vesper traditions and culture! We would hang up all the blankets in the house on the trees and make these forts that we would burrow in and watch the moon from. She taught me how to properly pray to Valtiel and everything! And we would do the moon dances on the ground because I can’t fly, but she made the effort to learn how to for me. We couldn’t actually go to the festivals, though, because,” She gestured again. “She worried about me all the time and didn’t let me do a lot of things, but what we did do was amazing.” She then blinked out of her daze and shook her head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bore you talking about my mom.”

“No, it’s okay!” Barbara assured her. “We don’t mind!”

“Really?” Lydia tilted her head and her ears flopped over with the movement. “‘Cause my dad never wants me to talk about her. It’s basically against the law in the house. Among many things.” She raised her wings slightly and did a voice that was apparently supposed to be her cicada Cimex father, “‘Lydia, no talking about your mom! Lydia, no eating bugs, it’s weird and basically cannibalism! Lydia, no coming around me because even though I say I’m trying to change my views of you I still see you as an unrepentant monster who I fear will eat my throat out while I’m sleeping and it makes me guilty not because the way I think of you but because I fear of what you’ll do to society and I was the one who brought you into the world to wreak suck destruction on civilization!’”

Barbara and Adam stared at her in shock.

“Dads, am I right?”

“That’s…very concerning,” Adam said.

Lydia shrugged nonchalantly. “Everything about my existence is concerning, so…” Her face then scrunched up and she pressed her floppy ears against the sides of her head like she was trying to keep out a noise that Barbara and Adam’s Avem ears couldn’t pick up. “Oh, ow. Stop worrying so loudly! I’m okay! I’m, like, basically immune to it at this point!”

Barbara and Adam both blinked in confusion, but then Barbara understood.

“You’re a mind reader.”

Lydia pulled her hands away and smiled slightly. “In the flesh.”

Barbara wondered what that was like--

“It’s pretty cool, actually.”

--to hear everyone’s thoughts, all the different ways they thought about you and judged you, possibly pretending they liked you when really they hated your guts.

“When you put it like that…”

“You surprise me more and more, Lydia,” Adam said.

“Better than scaring you,” Lydia said. “You guys are really cool. I like you. You’re probably the best thing about this stupid house.”

“This house is not stupid!” Adam blustered. He grabbed Lydia by the shoulders, making them lurch and the moth fur bristle, and spun her around to him so he could scold her. “It’s a classic Victiorian-- OWW!!!”

Adam ripped away from Lydia as if he had touched fire, while Lydia shrunk away, instinctively wrapping her wings around herself. Adam shook his hands in the air while flapping his wings in obvious distress.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! What HAPPENED?” Adam yelped.

“Sorry,” Lydia whispered.

“Are you okay?” Barbara asked her husband. He splayed his hands open for her, and she winced when she saw angry red blisters starting to form all across his palms. “Oh.”

“It isn’t lethal!” Lydia said, and she sounded very meek compared to the snarky girl that had been talking a few seconds before. “Well, I don’t think it is… But you’re dead, so it’s okay! The pain will go away within a few hours!”

“HOURS?!” Adam squawked, as if he were a parrot and not a chickadee. He made a woeful noise. “Just cut my hands off!”

Lydia’s ears drooped even lower. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Maitland. I should have told you.”

“That your really soft fur is EVIL?” Adam said, and Barbara knew he was playing with Lydia, now. However, the little fledgling didn’t seem to realize because she still looked anxious.

“It’s-- I take after the moth my Cimex side is from. A southern flannel. The worms have venomous hairs, so…” Lydia fluffed her collar of fur. “I do, too. And they sting pretty badly. But not all the time! Only when I bristle them. Thank the goddesses.” She shuffled her feet. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Adam assured her. “A little blistering never hurt anyone. Oh, look, boils! Wonderful!” He laughed. “It builds character!”

Lydia cracked a small smile at that. When her nervousness didn’t recede, Barbara opened one wing to her, beckoning her to come closer. After a moment of shock and delight, gauging if it were a trap, Lydia skittered over and burrowed herself into Barbara’s feathers.

She fit perfectly.

#wing au #i feel like i wrote lydia wrong??#like i made her too meek during the end?#idk #go easy on me this is my first fic for this fandom #and it wasn't even supposed to be a fic lol #i just got carried away #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice the movie #lydia deetz #barbara maitland #adam maitland #beetlejuice au #beetlejuice fic #beetlejuice fanfiction

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emblazons · 7 months ago

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pulling clips for my Phoenixflare week gifsets and....lmfao oh my god I forgot how extra Dion and Joshua were every single second they're together on screen? from the second Joshua starts waxing poetic about "Dion the Bold" its absolute madness between them lmaooo

#'you wouldn't want to get your fingers burned'#'to what do we owe this honor'#'well phoenix—it would seem I owe you my wings'#'perhaps the prince feels the same'#BOTH OF YOU. GET OUT LMAO #phoenixflare #ffxvi #the me tag #(I will say: some of these gifsets are challenging af. day five is kicking my ass rn lmao)

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ourmiraclealigner · 4 years ago

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Take A Chance On Me

Chuck Grant x Reader

Gif not mine! Credit to owner.

request: @iilovemusic12us

synopsis: When Chuck knows that (Y/N) is pining, he wagers a kiss in a game of darts + prompt #16 “Well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead”

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

taglist: @floydtab @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @mavysnavy @ivy-miranda-2390 @love-studying58 @ya-yeeteth @rarmiitage @primusk @punkgeekchic @joesliebgott @weirdbiwitch @inglourious-imagines @wexhappyxfew @contrabandhothead @vintagelavenderskies @easy-company-tradition @meteora-fc @order-of-river-phoenix

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The air in the room was thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of beer. (Y/N) felt her lungs burn everytime she took in a breath, sweat dancing on the crease of her brow as the temperature in the room bordered on unbearable.

It was everyone's first night out since they had officially become paratroopers, electricity and excitement hanging in the room as the realization that they were really soldiers sunk in. Everyone was celebrating getting their jump wings, a smile on their faces as they clinked their large mugs of beer together in congratulations. They had survived Sobel.

(Y/N) sat at a table with Chuck, Shifty, and Tab, half listening as the conversation floated from the war, to home, to the women they may meet on the off chance they actually had a weekend pass. All she knew was that she couldn’t take her eyes off of Chuck. She watched as he took another swig of his beer, a smug smirk on his face as he caught her gaze for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Is there something on my face, sunshine?” Chuck asked teasingly, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed. She ducked her head slightly, not wanting him to see the blush on her cheeks.

“No.” (Y/N) answered and mentally groaned, embarrassed by how quickly she answered.

He hummed, his feet brushing against hers under the table. “You’ve been looking at me all night.”

Somehow, she felt herself blush more, so she picked up the glass of beer to try to distract herself. “I haven’t.” She couldn’t focus when he was looking at her like that. “I’ve just been thinking...” She trailed off, hoping the excuse would stick. She slightly frowned when he leaned forward a bit, the smirk still on his lips.

“About me?” He asked with a chuckle, changing the subject as he thought he had teased her enough. Chuck was aware of (Y/N)’s crush- Tab told him weeks ago in Tocca and tonight suddenly seemed like a good night for him to make a move. “Let’s play a game of darts.”

Her head turned slightly to the left, surprised to see the men that had been playing earlier were gone. (Y/N) turned back to look at Chuck, his smug smirk now paired with a cocky raise of his eyebrows. She was hesitant, not having played a game of darts since she had enlisted.

“Oh c'mon, (Y/N).” He reached across the table, gently taking her hand in his. “I’ll go easy on you, promise.” She looked at their intertwined hands before back up to him, feeling like her cheeks had reached a new shade of red she didn’t know was possible. “Who knows, you might even win.”

“Well, the probability of that is zero, but go on.” She smiled as a chuckle left his lips, watching as he took one last swig of his beer before standing up, his hand still in hers, pulling her to the dart board.

“Here.” Chuck handed her a dart before moving to the side of her. “I’ll let you have a few warm up shots.”

(Y/N) steadied her hand, trying to focus on the board in front of her. She tried to remember her techniques when she used to play quite frequently back home, but none came to mind. With a sigh she threw it, her lips forming a straight line when it hit the outer ring. She took two more shots, her shoulders slumping in disappointment as she had similar results.

“Chuck.” She whined as he walked back to the board, pulling the darts from it before walking towards her.

“Here,” He stepped behind her, putting the dart in her hand before gently grabbing her wrist and putting it into the position to throw it. His hand was on her hip, holding her body steady. “You want to aim a little higher,” She could feel his breath on her neck, goosebumps rising on her skin as she tried to focus on the board. “And throw it as straight as possible.”

She let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding as soon as she let the dart go, a jolt of excitement running through her when it landed close to the middle. She turned to Chuck, the smile on her lips reaching her eyes and making his heart race.

“Thatta girl.” Chuck handed her another dart. “Throw again.” He stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Remember what I taught you.”

(Y/N) threw the two remaining darts, surprised when they once again, landed close to the bullseye.

He kissed her cheek, mumbling a “I told you that you might beat me” before pulling the darts from the board once again. “Let’s play a game now?”

She nodded, stepping out of the way so that he could shoot first. Chuck held his hand up to throw the dart, but stopped before his fingers could release it, and instead, turning to look at her as his hand came to his side.

“First one to hit the bullseye?” (Y/N) nodded. “If I win, you owe me a kiss.” He said before he turned back to the board, his arm going back up.

She stood staring at him. He had said it so casually, she wondered if she had heard him right.

“You good with that?” He asked, waiting to throw the dart until she nodded. It landed right on the ring and he groaned as he took a step back, holding the dart out for her. She threw it, sighing when it landed closer to the bullseye, but not on it. She debated not trying at all and letting him win just so that she could kiss him.

(Y/N) decided against it, watching closely as he threw it again. He sucked in a breath as he thought it was going to hit the bullseye, only to be disappointed when it missed by a few inches. She threw it again, her eyebrows raising in surprise as it landed on the bullseye.

“Well would you look at that.” She turned to Chuck, smiling as he pouted at her. She gently patted his shoulder. “Better luck next time.” She said before standing on her tippy toes and pressing a quick but passionate kiss to his lips. She pulled away, her hand finding the nape of his neck as he kissed her again, smiling against her lips as the hoots from Tab and Shifty filled their ears. She felt his hand in hers again as they headed back to the table.

“You’re the only man I know who can lose and yet still win at the same time.” Tab said as Chuck held his hand up, motioning to the waiter that they wanted another round of beers.

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #hbo war #band of brothers x reader #chuck grant imagine #chuck grant x reader #chuck grant

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arcticfox007 · 4 years ago

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Epilogue: Christmas Day

Epilogue to the Destiel December Challenge that took on a life of it’s own!

Thanks to all of you who have stuck with me throughout this Christmas story, I’ve had so much fun and I’ve appreciated each and every comment, kudos, reblog, and like I’ve received. Check out the Master Post for these and AO3!

I do have a Valentine’s Day timestamp planned, so let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or removed <3

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Dean wakes up slowly, feeling warmer than he usually does in the bunker, especially considering that he seems to be sleeping in his underwear. Still groggy, Dean wills his eyelids open to find arms wrapped around him and realizes the warmth is coming from Cas, and his wings. While he can’t exactly see it there, he can feel one wing draped over him acting as an extra blanket. Dean sighs in relief as there was part of him that wondered if last night had been a dream. Realizing that Dean is waking up, Cas pulls him in even closer, his hand pressing the feather pendant over Dean’s heart. Dean smiles, remembering that Cas told him he’d be able to hear Dean’s heartbeat through the pendant.

“Do you like being able to hear my heart, Cas?” Cas makes a pleased rumbling noise while pressing his face into the back of Dean’s neck. He then rubs his cheek up towards Dean’s jaw, giving Dean the amusing image of his warrior angel as a large purring cat. Dean turns into Cas, flipping over so they’re facing one another. Cas seems almost shy as he caresses Dean’s face and looks at him through his dark eyelashes.

“Hearing your heartbeat is wonderful, I enjoy the reminder that you’re keeping a part of me close to you.” Dean huffs out a quiet laugh and leans in to kiss Castiel. It’s a softer kiss than some of the more passionate ones they’d share last night, but Dean enjoys it just as much. Cas’ perpetual stubble rubs on Dean’s face, and Dean discovers he enjoys the sensation. While Dean is more than happy with sleepy and comforting kisses, he also wants Cas closer. He throws one leg over the angel’s thigh, slotting Cas’s leg in-between his knees.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, you have no idea. Just to touch you, kiss you, see you next to me like this.” Dean’s words are spoken in heated whispers. He’s desperate to convey just how much it means that Cas is here with him. While Dean feels twinges of lust mixing in with the sensations of meeting Cas’ lips with his own, he’s not in a rush to take things any further. For the first time in forever Dean feels like he has time to explore, time to cherish, time to bask in the gentle touches of his angel’s hands holding him close.

Unfortunately, their lazy explorations of one another are interrupted by the sudden slam of Dean’s door being thrown open.

“Merry Christmas Dean! C’mon an- oh. Oops.” Sam looks like a deer in headlights as he takes in his brother and Cas both staring back at him, with their limbs tangled together and wearing very little in the way of clothing. “Uh, I guess that answers the question of whether or not you’d seen Cas this morning…”

Cas starts laughing, more uncontrollably than anything Dean has seen before. It’s joyous and infectious and soon Dean is also laughing, hard enough that tears start trickling down his cheeks. At some point Sam must have made himself scarce and Dean and Cas share a few more smiling kisses before pulling on their obligatory Christmas pajamas and making their way towards the common areas.

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Sam is thrilled with the rare lore book Cas gives him and shocked that Dean broke with tradition to give him a mini blender so he can more easily make his health nut smoothies. Sam had already given Dean the Cas tree topper doll, but he also broke with tradition to get Dean a massaging seat for the Impala which Dean may have scoffed at before getting closer to middle aged, but now found himself looking forward to trying out.

Cas tears up when Dean gives him the bee mug from their night out at Midnight Madness. Unexpectedly matching Dean’s gift, Cas gave him a month’s worth of coffee from the Inn they’d stayed at after explaining to Sam he’d already given Dean his real present. Dean was then prompted to tell Sam he’d shown Cas his room the other night, and explained that Sam had helped Dean get everything together for it. Excitement lights up Sam’s eyes on hearing how much Cas loved the room, and he quickly pushes another gift towards Cas to unwrap.

“They’re for your room. There are a lot though, so I figured you could pick the ones you wanted and we could put anything else up around the rest of the bunker.” Cas takes the lid off of the now unwrapped box and gasps. He starts to pull out picture frames and spread them out, handing a few over to Dean. There are pictures from times they’d been on hunts together and someone happened to have a phone with a worthwhile camera. There are pictures of individuals and groups. There are pictures of Claire, and even one of Cas and Claire that Dean doesn’t remember having been taken. He notices Cas props that one up on a nearby table before returning to the rest of the pile. He pulls aside ones of just Dean and Cas, and ones of Cas with Sam, Charlie, and even an older one with Bobby.

“When did you get these?” Cas seems surprised as he looks at the bottom of the box, but pleasantly so. Dean leans over to see and finds pictures of them at Midnight Madness. Dean’s heart feels like it stutters for a moment as he looks at him and Cas painting chocolate on one another’s faces. There’s a picture of the two of them when they almost kissed at the Phoenix Emporium, and another of them laughing together while playing Clue at the Inn. Then there’s the one Dean knew Charlie had taken of them wearing ridiculous knit hats in front of one of the Christmas trees that had been part of the main display. Dean realizes that he’d been kidding himself to think Cas hadn’t returned his feelings, it’s captured in each and every photograph.

“Charlie. She snuck in a lot of pictures while we were hanging out.”

“Thank you, Sam. I’ll have to thank Charlie as well, this is a wonderful gift.” Cas beams a smile at Sam and they start chatting about which pictures should go where. Dean asks if he can have the one from the chocolate making class for his room and Cas hands it over happily while Sam gives him a smug look.

“What?” Dean holds the picture defensively against his chest while glaring at his bitch of a brother. Sam, tries to make an innocent face, but Dean knows him too well and continues to glower at him.

“Nothing, I’m just glad you like the pictures Dean.” Cas looks between the two of them, confused.

“I do like the pictures Samantha. Even if you and Charlie were clearly stalking Cas and I with some sort of ulterior motive in mind.” Dean continues to glower at his brother.

“I don’t understand, Dean. Why do you think Sam and Charlie were taking pictures?”

“Don’t listen to him Cas, Dean just can’t accept a gift that makes him have feelings without being a jerk.” Sam actually has the audacity to stick his tongue out while facing Dean. What the hell?

“Don’t act like you and Charlie weren’t plotting to get Cas and I together. I heard you calling Charlie after you walked in on us this morning.” Dean states while still starting down Sam.

“If that is the case, I have even more to thank you and Charlie for Sam.” Cas gets up and hugs Sam and then wanders over to curl up on Dean’s side. “Are you really mad, Dean? Would either of us have ever said anything otherwise?” Cas looks up at him with unfair puppy-dog eyes.

“Fine. No, I guess not. Whatever. Stop feeding Sam’s smugness.” Dean rolls his eyes but also throws his arms around his angel pulling him closer. Sam is absolutely radiating an aura of you owe me and I’m amazing, but Dean chooses to ignore him for now.

If he’s honest, Dean doesn’t really mind. He has Cas, and while he knows being together won’t always be this easy, he’s grateful for any moment that he can spend with his arms around the person he loves.

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@galaxycastiel, @jellydeans, @nguyenxtrang, @my-favourite-hellatus

#destiel december 2020 #destiel december #destiel fic #destiel #castiel with wings #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #charlie supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural #spn family #spn #arcticfox007writes

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astertataricvs · 5 years ago

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Hi, so I just wanna say I love your writing it’s just really beautiful and engaging! Keep it up! (*≧∀≦*) Also I was wondering if you could write a Kyōjurō x reader? Where they train together frequently and over time they realize they have feelings for each other? I would die of happiness if you wrote like this for Kyōjurō QWQ Thank you!!

Awwww, thank you so much! 🥰🥰💖💖💖 I hope this reaches your expectation 🙌🙌

Word count: 2.7k+

"Your sword skills are improving, (Name)!" Kyojuro cheered as he sheathes his sword on his waist.

"Well, you're better than me though," you chuckled. The Flame pillar merely gives you a pat on the head and indifferently tousled your hair.

"At least you're getting better."

That was Kyojuro's last remark and bestows you his radiating smile before turning his heels to leave the dojo, you knew that he's going to wash his hair and cool off his mind with the help of the water from the faucet. You give him a slight nod, taking an understanding with his words and afterwards you sheathe your sword to its cover.

Plopping on the wooden platforms of Kyojuro's dojo, you emitted a substantial breath then uplift your chin to look at the canopy.

Ever since the day when Kyojuro, the Flame pillar saw you training in the middle of the woods, that's the time where he started to train with you because of how he was moved to the blazing enthusiasm within your eyes that were also smeared with a scintilla of dauntlessness, similar to a phoenix howling through the vault of heaven while flapping it's majestical smoldering wings.

Although you're not his tsuguko and you're simply a mediocre demon hunter that he just coincidentally stumbled in the midst of the woodlands, he still aspired to approach you and tried to educate you with the fundamentals of swordsmanship, he also furnished you instructions for your breathing pattern so that you could conquer a demon without reaching the frontier of your vitality. You didn't even question if he can teach you but preferably, he's the one who requested you if he could train you and help you to enhance your abilities.

Of course, you were delighted hearing this from a pillar. Although you didn't know each other and you knew to yourself that you're not an ostentatious demon hunter that can grab the attention of any pillar, but guess what? God gave you a blessing by giving you a mentor and to be exact the Flame pillar himself!

No one-liners that Kyojuro's training was sure as hell exhausting and difficult. The way how he would spar with you without any forethought and gave you a diabolical practice to the point that you're going to succumb and regurgitate soon. Although you're becoming fatigued, Kyojuro was doing a magnificent job in motivating you with his salubrious speeches and how he would beam you his heart-melting smile saying that it's okay and you're halfway there, just keep moving.

You were indeed very grateful to the Flame pillar for training you to become a lucrative demon hunter. Thanks to his dreadful training, your skills were somewhat developing and every time you go to your missions, you won't have any complications from guillotining the demons and would immediately fulfil your job without a sweat.

Even though your sword skills are progressing, Kyojuro still trained with you when he has the time and he's done with his responsibilities. That's why you really owe him a lot and it was thanks to him that you're doing your missions splendidly.

It's been three months since you commenced training with Kyojuro and how you would oftentimes go to a mission together with him. You suspected that Oyakata-sama had already discovered that you're regularly training with him and he decided to partner up you both.

In those months that you're with Kyojuro, that's when you come to realize that the gravity had lured you towards him and hardly fell to the Flame pillar. You realised that you completely had fallen in love with the golden-eyed boy is when the time where you're both training in his dojo as usual and both of you went to have a break because of 3 straight hours of nonstop practice. Then upon eating a rice ball that his little brother had prepared for the both of you, Kyojuro caught you off guard by wiping the side of your lips with his thumb due to the rice that's sticking on it.

"You're a messy eater, (Name)."

Then his next move was the final blow; Kyojuro gave you a sincere and gentle smile that seems like the time had slowed down and your vision was only converged on the Flame pillar's handsome features. Added by the sun rays, defining his well-toned appearance and you could have sworn you could see sparkles looming around Kyojuro. Your heart was banging abnormally while gawking at him for some unknown reason.

Well, before you apprehended that you harboured romantic feelings for him, you already felt a tingling sensation in your stomach and how your face would instantly blush whenever he'd just simply pat you on the head or ruffle your hair. Before he's doing the exact same thing to you and you're not feeling those kinds of disturbances that you're undergoing right now and just feel ordinary with it. However, as time passes by, new feelings were starting to burgeon like flowers that were beginning to bud when the spring season had arrived.

And now that you finally verified your feelings, you just don't know how you will act natural around him, knowing the fact that you have feelings for Kyojuro right now. Is it even adequate to manifest romantic feelings for your mentor? Also, you're already aware, Kyojuro won't set his eyes on someone like you who's not in the same level as him.

But still... a part of you wants to tell him about your feelings... you just want your feelings to reach Kyojuro and be cognizant of it.

You hope that even if you confessed, the friendship between you both was not going to change.

Kyojuro was at the backyard of their house, sitting on the wooden floor of their home sightseeing the firmament ornamented with myriad microscopic spots sparkling in the night sky staring down upon him. The chilly evening wind passes through his physique as his long ombre golden and red locks danced in the air and inhaled the fragrance of the summer's eve of the night. It's already midnight yet he's still wide awake. He's supposed to be sleeping at this hour however, his mind would always gravitate to you which abstained him from sleeping.

It's been a week since he's being like this, Kyojuro couldn't get you off in his mind and he'd often find himself spacing out due to conceiving too much of your sumptuous face and the gentle grin that you were always showing him. Every time he took a glimpse at your figure, he couldn't help the smile painting his lips and his heart would erratically beat for some mysterious reason. Furthermore, he was constantly anticipating for your next training session that you will hold at his dojo and he doesn't know why he was feeling that way.

Kyojuro didn't hold these kinds of feelings before when he met you, he didn't even have this sentiment when you're training with him when he started to exercise your sword skills. But why is he having these new sensations like his heart is going to rupture soon and he couldn't get you off in his mind. It's really foreign for him specifically that these new feelings aren't exuding with peril and not corresponds with the gut feeling every time he confronted demons. So to make it clear, these new feelings were giving him a pleasant one and he actually likes it.

He searched deeper, he further investigates, he wants to know why he's feeling this way. Why is he always looking at you and whenever he does, his day would automatically be brightened up and his heart would pound in his chest capriciously. It appeared like every time he saw you cheerfully smiling, everything around him would instantly vanish and you're the only one he could see. Butterflies would flutter in his stomach as he stared at you with ardour apparent in his eyes; he was enthralled, he was mesmerized, it felt like you're the most beautiful and enchanting person that he encountered in his twenty-one years of existing in this world.

That's why he wanted to understand, he was too desirous to know these feelings he was possessing for you. And when the fateful day had finally arrived, it seemed like a spark of flame kindled his heart when you fell on top of him due to how you're too desperate to defeat him in your sparring session.

Both of your faces were only an inch away and he could smell the minty breath of yours that was hitting his nose. And when he could vividly examine the sparkling gorgeous (colour) irises staring into his golden ones, that's when Kyojuro became inebriated with your piercing deep (colour) eyes which resembled the waves of the ocean that could pull and drown him right off the bat. His heart already exploded inside his chest and it felt like his ears deafened from the sounds that produced around the vicinity.

"A-Ah! I'm sorry, Rengoku-san!"

The way how you tore your eyes away from him and pink hues brandished your pulchritudinous face; Kyojuro couldn't help but smile faintly as he scrutinized your bashful state. He was fascinated at gawking at you and he couldn't thwart his eyes away due to how he's amazed to you for being frantic and blushing because of the awkward situation that you two got in.

Kyojuro concluded, the new feelings that were developing within him, he already knew that he fell in love with you. Because you're the only person who could give him such feelings that he didn't even have before.

A genuine chuckle slips out from his lips as he stared at the bedtime scenery before him.

"I do love (Name)."

Two people under the same sky but far away from one another.

Two people staring at the night sky with sincere smiles crept on their faces.

Two people harboured the same feelings they had for each other.

And two people that's also thinking the same thing:

'Please let my feelings reach her/him.'

After the intense training that you both had, Kyojuro insisted that he's going to accompany you to your house. It rendered you speechless and you couldn't construct a word to say to him since this is the first time he said it to you. Hence, the first thing that came out from your mouth is that he didn't have to since your house is not that far away from theirs and also, you could handle yourself.

However, Kyojuro being resolute about his proposition, didn’t give you much of a choice but to accept his offer since he won't stop until you accept it. But you already know that even if you rejected him, he would still accompany you in the end.

Currently, you two both walk noiselessly to your house and Kyojuro was being silent that was really peculiar of him to do so. Because every time you two would roam around and go to your missions, Kyojuro would always be the one who would initiate a conversation and wouldn't pass a time without saying anything. More importantly, he likes talking a lot and he's the mellifluous type of guy, so Kyojuro being quiet, you couldn't help the anxiousness creeping up to you and it surely bothered you a lot.

Taking a side glance to see him, you saw how Kyojuro's face embellished in sedateness and the usual smile that he was wearing was now out of sight. Biting your lower lip, you hang your head low since you're not used to your mentor giving that kind of countenance, specifically that you're already used to seeing his dazzling and lively face.

Your heart plummeted upon seeing him like that, did you do something wrong that upset him? But you can't recall anything doing something bad and anything that displeased him. Therefore, you kept your mouth shut until you two reached your home.

Kyojuro flashes you a faint smile before nodding, "I'll see you tomorrow, (Name)."

You also nodded, "Yes, I really appreciate you accompanying me all the way here."

"I'll leave now," The Flame pillar gave you a pat on the head before turning his heels to walk back to his home.

You felt your heart leapt once you felt the warmth of Kyojuro's hand on top of your head. The normal gesture that he would invariably give you, your heart would resolutely beat for him and it felt like you couldn't breathe.

Watching him walk away, you feel your heart clench and your fist congeals. Kyojuro was slowly disappearing into your sight as he keeps walking farther and farther.

You bit your lower lip and your mind was in turbulence. Your mind was debating whether you tell him your feelings right now since these overwhelming emotions you had for the Flame pillar was driving you insane. Moreover, the uneasiness you had whenever you're close with him, you want to stop it now, you want to unload your feelings and you don't want to conceal it anymore. You want Kyojuro to be aware of your feelings, you want to confess to him, you really love him so much that your heart was a mess.

Without reluctance, you rapidly run towards the path where Kyojuro had walked off. You hope that he still didn't get that far.

'Please, let my feelings reach him!'

Turning to the corner of the street, you immediately paused from your tracks when you saw Kyojuro running also towards your direction. He also stopped running when he saw you on the path. You two were panting as you stared into the eyes of each other with obtrusive astonishment. You're 5 meters away from the Flame pillar and once you catch your breath, you gathered all your obstinacy to tell him your feelings.

"I like you, Rengoku-san!"

"I like you, (Name)!"

Both of your eyes widened upon hearing the declaration you both announced at the same time. You look at each other with a dumbfounded expression as your lips quivered and eyes stung due to the tears building up.

You couldn't comprehend his words, your mind was hazy. Are your ears kidding with you right now or you really heard it right? Did Kyojuro also tell you that he likes you? Did he actually even?

Gulping your saliva, your mouth was agape as you only gaze at him. You prevent the tears that were threatening to fall and inhaled a sharp breath.

Due to so much shock, you only pointed at yourself while jaw-dropping since you couldn't utter a single word.

Kyojuro's lips pursed and nodded in response. "I like you, (Name)... I really like you."

The surreal words that escaped from his mouth, that's when your body moves on its own and dashed towards him to run into his arms and give him a bone-crushing hug. Kyojuro took your action by spreading his arms and engulfed you with a tight embrace once you run into him.

The Flame pillar feels your clutch on his uniform as you bury your face into his chest. Kyojuro's heart erupted like a firework exploding in New Year, his embrace on you contracts and nuzzled his face into your head. This warmth you're giving him, he couldn't help but want to feel it more in the future.

Discerning that you have mutual feelings for each other, that's the last string where he could melt at this current moment. He couldn't express the ecstasy he's feeling right now, it feels like his whole existence was blown away towards nirvana.

Pushing you ever so softly, Kyojuro grinned at you before cupping your cheeks with his hefty hands, gently drawing circles on your cheekbones. He dipped down to look at your bright eyes that were intoxicating him and he loves it how your eyes congregated at one another.

"I like you so much, (Name)."

Kyojuro's lips lock to yours as you encircled your arms around him to return his passionate kiss.

It feels so surreal, it feels like a fantasy and you don't want to wake up from it forever. You want to feel his hug and kisses that even if it's your first time doing this, you're now addicted to it. It was alluring you closer to him as if you're like a piece of magnet. If the other magnet is Kyojuro, then you're willingly going to propel yourself to him.

You just love this man, he's such a gentleman and a ray of sunshine.

Breaking the kiss, you flutter your eyes open and saw Kyojuro's face irradiating in the rays of the sunset, defining his handsome features.

"I like you too, Rengoku-san."

You both smiled at each other and embraced once again since you want to feel the warmth you're both giving off and cherish this moment.

The feelings you both have... it finally reached to one another

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The Phoenix Effect - pt. 7

This is the longest chapter I have ever posted! The conversations in this chapter were so much fun to write, I hope you have fun reading them ;). Let me know what you think, I love to hear from you guys!!!

On ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22195906/chapters/60178285

Summary: Rowan is in Rifthold with Dorian when a strange phenomenon sweeps the land. Those once dead are popping up alive. Everyday, more and more are Reborn. One day Rowan encounters a Reborn young man who refuses to give his name, only asking to know the whereabouts of Celaena Sardothien.

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius lounged on her throne. Her posture was casual in a way that made her appear superior, but the grin on her face betrayed the childlike joy within her.

Aelin had heard about the reborn phenomenon in Adarlan from Rowan’s reports, and knew all the miraculous details of what was happening. It shouldn’t have been as much of a shock as it was for her to hear that reborns were showing up in Terrasen.

The first ones arrived in towns near the border between Terrasen and Adarlan. Within a week there were reborns appearing in Orynth. Luckily, Aelin was a swift and wise leader. She was able to quickly institute a procedure for helping reborns similar to the one in Adarlan.

The whole situation was managing smoothly, her mate would be returning home soon, and just three days ago Aelin found yet another reason to be happy.

It seemed there was no real logic to where the reborns popped up. It didn’t coincide with where they died—or even where they had lived most of their lives—because when Aelin last visited the reborn specialists’ center, she was reunited with a dear friend she thought was lost forever.

Somehow the magical force behind this phenomenon had brought Nehemia Ytger to Orynth, alive and well.

Their reunion was joyous and tearful. Aelin had so much to explain to Nehemia, things she never had the chance to say, but all she could get out were incoherent sobs of delight. Several minutes of heartfelt embrace later, the pair was sat close together and calm enough to delve into their much needed conversation.

The story spilled out of Aelin faster than she could think—along with a stream of pent-up apologies and guilt for what happened to her friend. Aelin had blamed herself for so much after Nehemia died, and all that shame came resurfaced as she sat across from the other young woman.

Nehemia adamantly denied any guilt on Aelin’s part, but made sure Aelin knew that she would be forgiven anyway. After sufficient reassurance and long overdue healing, the two friends jumped right in to all the wonderful updates on Aelin’s life.

The young queen excitedly took her old friend on a tour around her castle and introduced her to her court—most of it, at least. Nehemia and Lysandra hit it off wonderfully, and the three spent many hours together with broad smiles on their faces. It filled Aelin’s heart to see two people she loved get along so well. She couldn’t wait for Nehemia to meet Rowan.

Now, three days after their reunion, Nehemia sat beside her in the throne room while she held her court. The two friends exchanged many secret smiles as various courtiers made their—often ridiculous—remarks.

From outside the throne room, Aelin could hear a commotion begin amongst her guards. The Fae queen sat up straighter in her seat and focused her gaze on the large doors ahead of her. As expected, they soon opened and a servant entered.

“Your Majesty, two new reborns have arrived and wish to speak to you.” That was quite odd. Why would her guard have gotten in a fuss over a couple of reborns?

“Reborns should be sent to the specialists’ center to find help. Why should these two be brought to see me?”

“You know these ones, My Queen, they are your family.” A jumble of feelings rushed through Aelin with the servant’s statement, and the look on his face betrayed his knowledge of her reaction.

“My family? Send them in.” Aelin was tingling and buzzing down to her fingertips. The possibility of her own family being amongst those reborn had always been there, but she hadn’t let herself believe it would happen.

The doors to her throne room opened to reveal a male and female, each with golden hair. The male Aelin recognized immediately, and she leapt from her seat to meet him in an embrace.

“Gavriel.” The golden-haired male held her firmly to him with just as much enthusiasm as Aelin felt herself. She had missed him, and Aedion had too.

Stepping back from the beloved Fae, Aelin turned to look at the female beside him. Her heart jumped for a second before she realized that—despite the many similar features—the woman was not her mother. This was Aedion’s mother. There was no denying it, her face so blatantly Ashryver. It was easy to see why Gavriel had once suspected Aelin to be her child.

“I don’t think we ever met, but I am Aelin Galathynius—Rhoe and Evalin’s daughter—and you are Aedion’s mother.” There was no question in her voice.

“Yes, I am Andelin Ashryver. It is wonderful to finally meet you, Aelin. I loved your mother very much, and I owe her everything. You are her spitting image.” Aelin’s heart both warmed and grew heavy.

“I have been told that a lot,” Aelin smiled lightly, “as I’m sure you have too.” Andelin threw a wry smile back at her.

“The Ashryver genes are strong.” Aelin had to agree.

“Aedion got them as well. He looks very much like you.” Andelin’s face softened at Aelin’s mention of her son. Aelin continued, “You would be proud of him—for many reasons.”

“I am incredibly proud of who he has become, but I’m afraid I can’t take much credit for that.” Aelin recognized clearly the guilt and sadness Andelin felt over her son’s upbringing. “Do you know where he is? I need to speak with him.” Aelin grimaced slightly in response.

“It’s rotten timing but Aedion is actually in Adarlan right now fetching my mate for me.” Aelin reached out to grab the other woman’s arm in reassurance. “You are welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, though. I will have a suite prepared for the both of you immediately, right near Aedion’s.” These two were family, she would not have them be anywhere else.

A servant was promptly summoned and sent to ready their suite. Another servant was directed to find Lysandra, who arrived minutes later. Similar to Aelin’s reaction, Lysandra first recognized Gavriel and rushed to meet him in an embrace.

Aelin watched her friend closely as she finally took in the woman next to Gavriel. She could see the shifter piece things together and widen her eyes slightly in realization. Lysandra’s gaze flickered over to Aelin and the queen nodded in affirmation.

“I should introduce you to my dear friend, Lady Lysandra Ashryver. She is Aedion’s wife. Lysandra—you have met Gavriel—and this is Andelin Ashryver, Aedion’s mother.”

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The journey back to Terrasen was too gods-damned long.

It wasn’t even that Rowan was sick of walking for hours on end, day after day—though that was certainly part of it. Rowan needed to get back to his mate. He had so much he needed to tell her. So much had happened that she would need time to process, and he would have to be by her side anchoring her as she did.

Even more, though—selfish as it may be—he just missed her. He had been separated from his love for too long. He ached with the knowledge that the other half of his immortal soul was not beside him. It was a challenge every night to lay down in a cold bed by himself and fall asleep without holding her. It was wrong. Mates were not meant to be apart.

For the past week he had been walking the long road back to his love, and it was awful. There were far too many miles between them. He wanted to forget about his traveling companions and just fly back to her as fast as his wings allowed. Surely they didn’t need him walking beside them—after all, Aedion had travelled all the way to Adarlan without Rowan. Terrasen’s royal caravan was more than enough enough manpower if they found themselves in trouble.

He couldn’t leave Aedion alone with Sam, though. The young Ashryver had not taken to the reborn assassin very well. Aedion had no great love for anyone from Aelin’s time as Celaena, often choosing to avoid that part of his cousin’s past. During the seven days they’d been on the road together, the male had only spoken to Sam a handful of times—each in a gruff and unfriendly manner.

Rowan supposed that might be for the best. He didn’t put it past Aedion to spill the truth about Aelin in some attempt to torment the boy. Needless to say, the unlikely trio travelled in a state of unending tension.

Rowan managed to keep himself as a buffer between the other two most of the time, but it was exhausting him. The Fae wasn’t exactly overjoyed at the presence of Sam either. The two had spent a fair amount of time together back when Rowan was helping Sam in his search, but ever since the young man’s identity was revealed it was awkward for Rowan to be near him. They had never spoken much—and that was certainly fine with Rowan—but the silent walking left Rowan alone with his thoughts, and he was a little uncomfortable with the thoughts he had when he knew Sam Cortland was beside him.

He was especially uncomfortable when he considered the thoughts Sam might be having himself as they travelled.

Sam knew nothing about what Aelin’s life was now. He had no idea she was the Queen of Terrasen, that she was an immortal Fae, that she was mated and married. The Aelin he had last known was Celaena, and Sam was in love with her.

Yes, those thoughts didn’t sit well with Rowan.

The three travelers and their caravan were currently surrounded by dense forest. Rowan didn’t mind too much—it shielded them from the hot sun—but it did mean they were farther from lodging and refreshment. They hadn’t encountered many others on their journey so far, and they hadn’t seen any intelligent life this entire day.

A bush about three feet to Rowan’s right rustled and the Fae turned to watch as a deer bolted away, startled at the sight of them. His hand relaxed from where he’d reached for his sword, taking notice of Aedion beside him doing the same. They might both be protected members of Terrasen’s court, but the warrior’s instinct to defend never went away. Rowan was sure the guards in their caravan had instructions to ensure Rowan’s—and Aedion’s—safety first, but if an attack did happen, the male doubted he’d be able to run for cover while others endangered themselves to protect him.

He and Aelin had similar opinions on that matter. They were powerful, immortal warriors. As the leaders of Terrasen, it was their responsibility to serve and protect their people, not the other way around.

For the first time that day, Rowan spotted what looked to be human figures ahead of them on the path. There were two of them, with hoods over their heads, unmoving on the side of the road. Beneath the cloak of one figure was a pair of high boots, and beneath that of the other Rowan could see full skirts, indicating the pair was likely a male and female.

As their caravan neared the two travelers, Rowan started to detect more details about their appearance. Their cloaks were high-quality and made from an expensive-looking hunter green cloth, not typical attire for two lone wanderers. Anyone of money or status traveled with a caravan, like he and Aedion were.

The pair turned slightly more towards the large group approaching them and the woman called out at the sight of Terrasen’s flag on their uniforms.

“Terrasen! The royal caravan!” The woman nudged the man beside her to draw his attention to them. “Are members of the royal family with you?”

The caravan’s head—Captain Algaard—stopped their advance and addressed the woman.

“We are of Terrasen, yes, and this caravan is transporting important members of the court.” The guard kept his answer vague so as not to reveal too much to a stranger. “What do you want of them?”

“We must speak to Aelin Galathynius. We need to warn her.” That was concerning.

“What must you warn Her Majesty about, traveler?”

“It may be difficult to believe, but my husband and I should not be alive. Someone has tampered with death, Captain, and we need to tell her.” Aedion approached the captain and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“We are alright, Algaard. Two reborns don’t pose much threat to His Majesty or myself. They are just confused.” Aedion then turned to the traveler woman. “Do you need help, kind woman? Are you in need of provisions?” The couple seemed to notice Aedion for the first time. The woman’s eyes widened in recognition.

“Aedion?” The Ashryver male paused in surprise—an emotion Rowan shared—before walking closer to the couple. Rowan could see the moment Aedion realized who the woman was because something in his face crumbled.

“Evalin?” Evalin. Even if Evalin were a common name—which Rowan didn’t believe it was—a closer look at the woman was all he needed to confirm that she was, in fact, Evalin Ashryver Galathynius. This woman, reborn to a body not much older than Aelin’s, was the near twin of his mate. It stirred something deep within the Fae to look at her.

Aelin’s mother was one of the dead brought back by this strange phenomenon. From the woman’s statement earlier of her husband, the man beside Evalin was likely Aelin’s father. These were his mate’s parents, ones she had grieved for years and missed every day.

Rowan snapped out of his thoughts to find Aedion in a firm embrace with Evalin and Rhoe. They didn’t appear to be speaking, but he had a feeling emotions were being communicated in other ways. These two were important to Aedion as well as Aelin. They had been his guardians during his early years.

Rowan felt a little intrusive watching such an intimate moment, so he turned to address the rest of their caravan. They would be adding a few more to their party, it would seem. Evalin had said she needed to speak to Aelin, and Rowan very much agreed.

“These are Her Majesty’s parents, Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius. We will be bringing them with us. They are members of Terrasen’s royal family and should be included in your protection the same as Prince Aedion and I.” The news was understandably shocking to the guards, but they remained serious and registered Rowan’s statement as the order it was. He continued, “Someone prepare them refreshment.” That was enough to set the group moving about.

When the king turned back to the reunited trio, he found them more composed than before. Aedion met his eyes and Rowan took that as his cue to approach.

“I am honored to meet you, Your Highnesses. I am Rowan Whitethorn—“ Rhoe cut him off before he could continue.

“The Fae warrior. I have heard many stories about you, Rowan Whitethorn. I have to say I have always admired your skill—the stuff of my childhood legends—but we have no want for Maeve’s presence in Terrasen. Thank you for helping Aedion, however you may have, but we should make the rest of our journey alone.” Rowan couldn’t help but smile slightly at Rhoe’s words.

“I can assure you, Rhoe Galathynius, that I no longer have any ties to Maeve. My allegiance lies solely with Terrasen and its queen, both of which I would protect with my life. You can rest knowing my particular skills will only be used for you, not against.” Rowan spoke firmly to hopefully convey how serious he was, and he would have continued had Rhoe not butted in yet again.

“You are blood sworn to Maeve, don’t think I am unaware, you have no choice where your allegiances lie.”

“That oath was broken by Maeve herself. I am now bound to Aelin completely, by ties even stronger than blood.” Rowan had to admit, witnessing Rhoe Galathynius’ face as he explained the situation was quite amusing. “As I was about to say before, I am Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, mate and husband of Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen. I will, in fact, be traveling to Terrasen with you. The whole purpose of this caravan is to bring me back to my mate, but we are more than happy to have you join us.”

The wry look Aedion gave Rowan indicated that he had not hid his satisfaction well. How could he blame him, though? It wasn’t every day you got to tell your mate’s resurrected parents that you were soul bound to their daughter.

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