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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years ago

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the way it was - epilogue

summary: what if riza never went to war? riza hawkeye has just married the man she loves. six months into their marriage, an unexpected surprise stops her from following roy to the military. a canon divergence au that explores what might have happened had riza been unable to join the military. there will be plenty of family fluff, angst, and royai.

rated: m | warnings: graphic depictions of violence (updated)

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1915

you are so bright, shining above all the city lights

Riza scanned the windows of the train intently as it drew into the station. While it rolled past them slowly, she tried to look out for some familiar faces through the glass but didn’t find who she was looking for. There were no eager children on the other side, looking out and excitedly watching the world go by. There were only tired adults, exhausted after their long train ride from Xing, but also relieved that it was finally over.

Roy wrapped an arm around her back and slipped his free, gloved hand into his trouser pocket.

He’d picked the gloves out so they could hide his injuries from Mia. This morning was about a happy reunion, not explaining to their daughter how he’d hurt his hands. That could, and would, come later if she asked. Not to mention the thick leather would provide extra protection to his freshly bandaged hands. They didn’t need the sooty air getting into his wounds. Riza had also covered the bandage on her neck. Since it was healing they’d been able to arrange the gauze so it wouldn’t be as obvious or startling to anyone seeing her for the first time since the Promised Day, however no matter how hard they tried, a small part of it still poked out from underneath her shirt. While she’d been trying to think of a solution to cover it up, Roy had picked out a thin scarf from their wardrobe and playfully wrapped her up in it with a grin. It also happened to be perfect for the weather that day.

As they stood and waited, Roy didn’t tell her to relax or offer any sentiment like that because he was in the same state as her. It had been almost a month since the Promised Day. Almost a month since they’d last seen their children. To say they were simply excited was a gross understatement. It went so much further than that. Both were anxious to see their faces once more.

With his eyesight returned, Roy had been discharged from the hospital before her. With an injury as large as the one Riza had sustained, the doctors wanted to ensure there was going to be no risk of infection when she was sent home. Riza didn’t fight it, but she was still eager to leave. She felt well enough but trusted her physician.

Two days after Roy, Riza was discharged. Sleeping in her own bed, held tightly within her husband’s arms that night, was the best feeling in the world. It was only until she awoke with him that Riza realised just how much she’d missed it.

There had always been a yearning within her to crawl into his hospital bed and lie next to him, but she had to be careful. Anything that aggravated her injury would delay her progress, and that included lying on her side next to Roy. It would stall them in seeing Mia and Maes again, so, as much as she wanted to, Riza reigned in that impulse.

On their first day at home together, instead of getting up and readying themselves for the day, Roy and Riza treated themselves and didn’t rise until well into the afternoon. Grumman had given Roy time off for recovery and rehabilitation, so they truly had nothing to worry about. No one was demanding their attention or presence anywhere. There were no jobs to be carried out and completed.

It was freeing after the rollercoaster the last month had been for them both. It was also the most relaxed they’d both felt in a long time.

Just like before the Promised Day, the house was too quiet without Mia and Maes. The day after Riza was discharged she called Chris and said they were ready to invite them back home. Now the moment was here, Riza’s heart was beating erratically inside her chest, pounding against her ribcage with fervour. Her hands were sweating with her excitement.

She couldn’t wait.

The crowds were thick as people disembarked from the train. The platform filled, becoming even busier than before, but Vanessa and Chris were nowhere to be seen, Riza noted with dismay.

“This is the train.” Roy’s voice was suddenly close to her ear so he could be heard over the hubbub of the platform. “They will be here somewhere. We’ll find them.”

He must have picked up on her impatient shifting. Not that Riza had tried very hard to hide it. Even though her expression was schooled into one of concentration as she focussed on her search, Riza had been up on her tiptoes to try and look over some of the taller heads in the crowd.

As people started to vacate the platform, others boarded the train, but it was nowhere near the same volume that had alighted from it. The crowd thinned but Riza still didn’t spot them. She finally huffed impatiently.

Then, bodies parted, and her eyes settled on her daughter. She was walking by Vanessa’s side, holding onto the pram that carried Maes. Her small head swivelled around as she looked about her, causing her long ponytail to whip back and forth. Her bottom lip was caught in between her teeth and she chewed on it, seemingly anxious to find who, or what, she was looking for.

All Riza could do was stare. A month had passed but it felt like years in that moment. It had been too long, and everything was rushing up to the surface at once, overwhelming her and freezing her in place. It must have been a figment of her imagination, but Mia looked older. She looked taller. Her dark hair seemed to be so much longer, tied up in its ponytail.

Never again would they spend so much time apart, Riza promised herself.

Riza’s face crumpled and she took a step forward but paused when Mia spotted her.

Mia’s face lit up with joy and it caused Riza’s inhale to get caught in her throat. Their daughter’s elation spread across her features beautifully as Mia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. Riza couldn’t hear her gasp, but it was obviously a loud one, given the exaggerated expression on her face. The brown paper bag she’d been carrying in her hand hit the ground and tipped over onto its side, forgotten. Mia sprinted away from a suddenly panicked Vanessa and headed straight towards them. Her bag bounced on her back as she ran and the happy laugh that left her was music to Riza’s ears.

“Mum!” Mia called. It almost sounded like a scream; it was so loud. “Dad!”

Riza fell to her knees and Mia ran straight into her arms. The force of her enthusiasm almost knocked Riza over but she held steady. She pressed her cheek against the side of Mia’s head as she held her incredibly tight, standing and lifting her off the ground, leaving her small legs to wrap around Riza’s waist securely. Mia’s happy laugh didn’t let up and Riza thought it was one of the best sounds she’d ever heard. She’d missed hearing it.

“Oh, Mia,” she sighed, overcome with emotion. “Oh, Mia Bear, I missed you!” Riza placed her back down on the ground and pulled away to get a better look at her daughter.

Mia beamed back at her, almost vibrating with excitement. She even started bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. Riza cupped her daughter’s grinning face in between her palms then moved to kiss her on the forehead, on her nose, then each cheek, making Mia giggle.

“I missed you too, Mum. And Dad!” She was quickly out of Riza’s hold and darted towards her father.

Roy bent his knees with a grin and opened his arms wide. Mia launched herself into them and Roy scooped her up. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on tight as she was lifted off the ground again. Roy was not shy in returning it either. His face was pressed into her shoulder, hiding it from view, but Riza saw his back heave greatly with his breath as he spun them both around on the spot.

“Mia!” Vanessa scolded, tugging a suitcase behind her while pushing Maes’ pram. “How many times do I have to tell you not to run off?”

“But it was Mummy and Daddy!” Her tone held no apology, only glee upon seeing them again.

“I know, but –” Vanessa sighed, rolling her eyes fondly. “Never mind,” she relented. “Hey, Riza,” she grinned. Maes was parked next to her, and Vanessa rounded the pram to engulf Riza in a tight hug.

“Thank you for looking after them,” Riza whispered, pouring all of her gratitude into the words she spoke.

“Oh, it was no problem at all,” Vanessa grinned. “We had a great time! Didn’t we, Mia?”

Roy had placed Mia back on the ground. He knelt before her with his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place. While Mia turned to look at her Aunt Vanessa, Roy continued to watch Mia’s face closely. His eyes roved over her features and Riza smiled to herself. He was trying to commit her appearance to memory. Riza could understand that, especially after he’d shared the reasons for his upset while in that medical tent on the Promised Day.

“Oh, yes!” Mia clapped her hands together as she turned back to gaze up at her father. “You’ll never guess what we did on the train ride home!”

“Tell me,” Roy demanded immediately, his tone filled with awe. He marvelled at Mia, taking in every feature and change in her expression. His gloved hands smoothed down her hair then cupped her cheeks between his palms.

Mia giggled, feeling squished in between the soft, black leather covering his palms. “Dad!” Her complaint was accompanied with a laugh as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Sorry, Mia Bear. Tell me,” he insisted, letting go of her face and placing his hands back on her shoulders. “I want to hear all about it.”

As Mia launched into a story about their journey home, Roy was enraptured and watched every one of her excitable expressions with close scrutiny and joy.

With Mia occupied, Riza turned her attention to their youngest. Maes’ eyes blinked up at her, and for the tiniest moment, she feared he wouldn’t recognise her after all this time. He cocked his head to the side as he regarded her, and his small limbs grew still. His stuffed toy remained clutched tightly within his fist and he drew it up to cover his mouth.

He used to do that to feel more secure…

Riza’s chest ached as she watched that adorable frown she loved so dearly appear on his face but couldn’t help but start to think or fear the worst. A month was a long time for a child his age.

Maes had definitely grown. His hair had turned slightly thicker and was now more brown than black, which matched the colour of his chocolate brown eyes. And Maes looked so much older. His face had slimmed down slightly and had a little bit more shape to it than Riza remembered. He was a marvel, and her love for her son surged within her chest.

“Hello, little Maes.” The joy of setting her eyes on his face again choked Riza momentarily. Tears welled within her eyelids.

However, that was all Maes needed. He grinned, showing off his gums and tongue while his arms flailed outwards, asking to be picked up. He tried to sit up in the pram, causing his tiny body to strain against the straps holding him in place. There was an outraged sound of protest from him when he discovered he couldn’t move as far as he desired. That affronted frown returned to Maes’ face as his small fingers tried to reach and grab for Riza, making her bark out a shaky laugh. Unbuckling her son, Riza hugged him close to her chest as his face burrowed into the crook of her neck with a joyous squeal.

“Hey, Maes,” she cooed quietly into his ear, feeling a tear slip out. “I missed you so much.”

After sending them away, and throughout the Promised Day, Riza had tried her hardest not to dwell too long on when she’d be able to see their children again. If she did, all focus would be broken and the intense longing would leave her winded, struggling to breathe. That’s how it felt now though, holding them in her arms again. She wanted to crumple to the floor in her euphoria and relief but remained steady and strong.

It had been too much to think about that they may never get to see them again. It was too intense a sadness that left Riza gasping for breath, but they’d done it. It had been a long time waiting for this day to come while they were in hospital, but they’d made it through to the other side. Now, the payoff for their perseverance and resilience was more than worth it.

“Do I get a hug like that?”

Riza glanced up and saw Chris smirking at them both. She was joking, but Roy still strode forward and pulled her into a fierce hug anyway. Mia was his shadow and skipped over to her grandmother with him. Roy murmured something quietly in Chris’ ear and Riza watched as her expression softened, and she smiled warmly at him.

“No problem, Roy Boy. You know that by now.”

Roy let go of her and nodded.

“Mia?” Chris called to her, her face expectant. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Mia’s head cocked to the side and her brow furrowed in confusion.

She looks so much like Roy, Riza grinned to herself.

“Your present bag?” Chris prompted her further, then the penny dropped for their daughter.

“Oh!” Mia darted over to her grandmother to take the paper bag she’d dropped in her haste to reach them. “I dropped it. Sorry!”

“It’s all right,” Chris assured her evenly, “but be more careful next time, otherwise it might get lost or broken.”

“I will! Mum, Dad, I brought you back some presents! I got one for Hayate too. I can’t wait to see him again!”

“That was very kind of you, Mia,” Riza smiled as she bounced a happy Maes in her arms. “Thank you.”

There was a gentle tug at her neck and Riza flinched automatically, as it was on her injured side. Looking down, she wondered what Maes was doing, then paused to watch him. He was currently playing with a button on her jacket. He was gripping onto the one at the top of her lapel, grasping it carefully in between his thumb and pointer finger with such intense concentration, before letting it go. Riza couldn’t remember him ever doing that before but tried not to dwell on the fact she’d missed out on over a month of his development. She rejoiced in his progress instead, simply thankful she was able to see it.

“Button,” she told Maes, pointing at it.

He blinked up at her then gave her a wide smile. Again, he caught it between his fingers and let go.

“Do you like buttons, Maes?”

He giggled and grasped it again.

“You’re so clever,” Riza praised quietly before pressing a kiss to his temple.

Roy stepped up to her side and wrapped an arm around her back securely. His grip wasn’t tight, but his hand was still a welcome weight upon her hip and a comfort. “We’ll see them when we get home, all right Mia,” Roy quickly interjected before Mia could start to pull things out as she’d already, and impatiently, started to open up the bag. “Then everything will be safe and less likely to get lost.”

“Good idea,” Mia agreed. “Can we go now?” She was so serious that it made the adults laugh.

“Of course, we can,” Roy assured her. “But first,” he added, turning to face Riza with a wide smile, “I’ve got to say hello to your little brother first.”

Roy gasped playfully as he lifted Maes high into the air. It made their son giggle and his arms stretched out towards Roy. Once returned to Roy’s shoulder he remained there and lay his head against it, closing his eyes as Roy’s hand shifted to cover his back. He patted it gently and rested his chin on the top of Maes’ head. As Roy’s eyes closed to enjoy the moment, his expression was serene.

“Let’s go!” Mia cried excitedly. She grabbed Riza’s hand and tugged it gently, eager to be on the move.

“Calm down, Mia,” Chris scolded but there was no real force behind it. “We’re going, don’t worry.”

Vanessa looked at Roy expectantly, silently asking if he wanted to hand over Maes, but Roy shook his head.

“I’ll hold him while we walk.”

“I can push that –” Riza started to offer but Vanessa waved her off.

“Mia needs someone to hold her hand,” she argued. “Walk with her,” she smiled, “I’ve got this.”

“Thank you, Vanessa.”

Mia latched onto Riza’s hand tightly and started chatting away. She was telling her mother about their train journey home, the same story she’d told Roy less than ten minutes ago. Still, Riza nodded along and listened to her intently. Most of her attention had been taken up by Maes and she still wanted to hear what Mia had to say.

Once they left the station Mia fell quiet, finally spent from her story telling. Chris opened the car door and started to get a still excited Mia strapped in while Vanessa folded up the pram to store it securely with the suitcase in the boot of the car.

Before they entered, Riza reached up to squeeze Roy’s elbow gently to garner his attention and stop him for a moment.

When he turned to face her he was the most at peace she’d seen him a long time. Riza knew that feeling intimately well. Now that her family was all back together, it felt like all was right in her world. Everyone was safe and accounted for, as they should be, and everyone was together.

It felt like she was finally home.

“Well,” she murmured quietly to Roy, “were those the smiles you remembered?”

Roy’s arm wrapped around her waist as he let out a shaky breath. His head tilted to the side, coming to rest against hers, as his fingers did their best to curl around her torso inside his gloves.

“They were.” He squeezed her waist as best he could and Roy inhaled sharply, indicating he’d been greatly affected by seeing their children again, just like she had. “They were everything I remembered, and more,” he sniffed, smiling down at their son with a tear in his eye. He glanced over at her and leaned in, pressing a soft and loving kiss against Riza’s lips that left her grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you, Riza Mustang.” His breath hitched and another tear fell down his cheek despite his happy smile.

“I love you too, Roy Mustang,” Riza beamed.

She brushed the strands of hair out of his eyes, then gently wiped away the tear with her thumb. His cheek was cradled within her palm lovingly as she gazed up at him, finally feeling completely at peace.

“Forever.”

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kittae · 5 years ago

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Under The Missiletoe [1]

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

Genre: Sci-fi, fantasy, Fluff, a lil bit of comedy,... we’ll see what else!

words: 5k

summary: Yoongi is an extraterrestrial scout, sent by his superiors from his home planet BT21, to gauge the chances of successfully usurping planet Earth. When his ship lands, it’s December 24th. Yoongi is tasked with observing the strange behavior of Earth’s inhabitants to get a good idea of whether or not they would pose a threat. Satisfied with what he finds, he prepares to go back home. His ship seems to have become defect in the meantime, leaving him stranded on Earth. He strolls into a convenience store (he needed to gather some evidence to present to his superiors anyway) and finds a lonely girl, one who’s not smiling. His curiosity gets the best of him.

Author’s note: The first part of this fic, because I got too many ideas while writing and it escalated (as expected)! This will have a second installment soon! I really enjoy writing this, so I hope you’ll have fun reading it! (please excuse errors, I used up all my juice to finish this so editing is for another day!)

Warning: only a liiiittle bit of violence and some swearing for now!

→ Part of the stranded for christmas Collab!

“This is ISV Aeron, reporting to home base, do you copy?”

“This is BT21 home base, Avalon station, I copy.”

“Requesting permission to disclose travel log.”

“Permission granted.”

“Approaching destination Earth, ready to enter atmosphere. Vehicle deficiency tests all negative. Landing coordinates approximately 41° 52' 54.5952'' N and 87° 37' 23.4372'' W.”

“Any abnormal observations so far?”

“Negative.”

“Proceed with landing process and notify us after arrival. Keep defensive appliances close for your own safety. In case of hostile activity, proceed as seen in training and return to home base immediately. Good luck, captain Min.”

“Copy that, sir.”

A single tap on the earpiece ends the conversation immediately. This is, hopefully, the last time he’d hear a familiar voice for a while. Aside from notifying them of a successful landing, he’s only supposed to initiate contact with his home base in case of emergency or at take-off. So far, though, everything has gone surprisingly smooth.

The cosmic ball of life, encircled by a radiant, blue light, grows rapidly in size as he approaches its atmosphere. Years of training and simulations prepared him for the intense turbulence and other kinds of impact he puts his small but agile ship through, once he breaks through the barrier and gravity takes over. The vehicle soars through the mesosphere like a rocket, small droplets of sweat dampening the hair underneath his helmet when the ship externally catches fire. He doesn’t panic, knowing the material has been designed for this mission –and all that comes with it– specifically. This is Yoongi’s cue to start braking, drastically decreasing the velocity with which he’s rocketing towards the surface.

Despite having gone through countless simulations, the real thing proves to be more challenging than anticipated. He holds his breath as he keeps a tight grip on the steering element, controlling the ship to the best of his abilities. He already knows it’s going to be a rough landing, but nothing he can’t handle. It requires incredible amounts of focus and precision, considering he’ll be landing near a densely populated area and wants to remain unnoticed. For now.

There’s an open field behind the woods, large enough for him to land safely and secluded enough to hide his ship from curious humans. This is his target. With the speed he’s still going, though, it’ll be tough to land precisely where he wants. Good thing there’s no better pilot than him.

Only a few more seconds before he’ll reach the ground, when Yoongi stays calm and collected as he swiftly creates the necessary combinations from the impressive control panel. He easily knows his way around the countless buttons and gears, lights and wheels. The high technology of the ship is like a second home to him. One he’ll leave for something entirely unknown, soon.

As expected, the ship lands neatly in the field, with space to spare. However, as Yoongi predicted, it’s a rather rough landing. The ship was still going slightly too fast for a smooth one, but he needed the speed as not to land in the trees instead. The vehicle shocks and shakes when it hits the ground, grating off the grass and several layers of earth as it digs itself into the soil for a couple more meters until it comes to a full stop. The body of the ship, made from extremely valuable metals from his home planet, still smoulders when the door automatically opens.

The night has already fallen, it seems. There aren’t many stars visible in the sky, their light compromised by the artificial illumination coming from the city. Yoongi feels the icy breeze fan over his cheeks when he steps outside. He remembers learning about a phenomenon on Earth, called ‘seasons’. Because of the planet’s tilted axis, throughout the year, different parts of Earth receive the Sun’s most direct rays. Having studied this planet until he knew its mannerisms and workings inside and out, Yoongi came prepared.

His team has arranged a collection of garments for him to wear, to blend in with the humans and stay protected against this planet’s unpredictable atmospheric conditions. Something to place on his head, and around his hands. It still feels odd and unnatural, but he doesn’t feel like returning home with some strange human disease, caused by his own carelessness. He can’t risk putting his own kind in danger by causing an epidemic. If there’s one thing he’s learned about humans, it’s that they’re walking disease mills. The best thing he can do for himself is to keep himself at a safe distance, and not let his own immune system dwindle under any circumstances.

With that thought in mind, he wraps a long and thick piece of fabric around his neck and throat. It instantly adds warmth and comfort. Better safe than sorry. Adjusting to this planet might not be such a challenge after all. He’s sure he’s got quite the hang of it already.

Another tap on the earpiece reconnects him with the station. “This is ISV Avalon, here to notify BT21 homebase of safe landing with exact coordinates 41° 52' 54.5952'' N and 87° 37' 23.4372'' W. No threats so far, presumably because of the wild vegetative environment. Will now explore the field closer to the subjects, after ensuring the vehicle’s preservation. This was captain Min, ISV Avalon, going offline until further notice.” His hot breath creates a cloud of steam, evaporating in the cold air, when he heaves a slightly tense sigh. Getting the ship to land safely was the easy part. Now comes the hard part: observing the subjects.

Fishing a tiny remote the size of a fingernail out of the pocket of his jacket, it only takes one click to hide the ship entirely by activating the invisibility shield. This way, no snooping humans will find it. His snooping, however, has yet to begin.

Fairly confident in his knowledge and training, he starts walking towards the forest. It’s not long until he finds the city, bare before him underneath a tall hill. Despite his usually unwavering professionalism, he can’t keep his heart from beating faster the closer he gets to the streets. After all, he’s worked towards this moment his entire life. The moment he gets to see planet Earth and its inhabitants with his own two eyes. He’s always been fascinated by this project and finally, after hundreds of years, he’s the one who gets to play the most important role of all.

Only one other has stood where he stands. Well, not precisely in this spot, but he came to Earth with the same objective. Unfortunately, he never made it back to BT21. As it so appeared, he got caught in the middle of a warfare waged amongst the humans, at the time. As such, the first attempt of accomplishing this mission had failed. Now, over seventy years later –although time means little to his kind, since it’s a human construct– the honour has fallen upon him. Bringing this mission to a successful end would mean great progress for his people. The beginning of a new era. The failed attempt of his predecessor was not in vain, however, as it provided them with loads of valuable information. Information he could now use, to be better prepared.

Turning his wrist to face the sky, the minuscule chip underneath his skin starts glowing. It creates a holographic screen, showing his reflection and ready to record.

“Captain’s log, day one, shortly after arrival on planet Earth. It is night time as I approach the city, and I can hear strange sounds coming from the streets. Despite it being dark, it doesn’t seem to stop the humans from going outside. We believed they tend to rest when night falls, yet there seem to be a significant amount of people, conscious and busy. This is my first observation, and already they prove to be rather interesting. I’m going to take a closer look, yet keep my weapons close to me, should they make an attempt to attack.”

The screen is gone as quickly as it came and his wrist stops glowing, making him appear completely normal again. Another big benefit, is that his kind and humans have no apparent physical differences, at first glance. He looks just like one, which makes it so much easier to explore their planet. Scientists back home believe their kind must have evolved from humans, a long, long time ago. Although it’s clear that the ones on Earth are much more primitive, still, he doesn’t classify himself as human. There are too many differences if one looks past outer appearance.

Even though he feels excitement, walking into the busy streets filled with music and vibrating with lively energy, he remains cautious. Some people are already looking at him in a strange way, but he feels it’s innocent curiosity seeing as they smile and laugh. A positive indicator.

“Why is he dressed like that?” He hears a male utter to his female companion as they walk by.

“Shhh, not so loud! Some people are just really into vintage fashion, Connor. I think it’s cool.” She replies.

Yoongi instantly catches their short exchange of words, despite their lousy attempt to keep it quiet. It makes him think. He has no clue what ‘vintage’ or ‘cool’ means, but he figures it’s the clothes, drawing too much attention to him. Now he’s really looking around, he realises no one is wearing garments even remotely resembling his. He needs to find a way to fix this. He’s not blending in as well as he’d expected.

His first challenge here on Earth comes sooner than he would’ve liked, but he knew it was inevitable. Still, he keeps his calm and reminds himself of the extensive lessons in Humanology. Walking into one of the large buildings, showcasing garments behind tall windows, he acts indifferent, mimicking the behaviour of the people around him. He observes some racks, faintly recognizing the clothes as those for female humans. Women, he believes they’re called here. He shouldn’t dwell here for much longer, or people will notice something’s off about him. On to the male garment section!

These look more like the ones the males on the street are wearing, and he knows he’s in the right place.

“Hello, sir. Can I be of any help?” A voice sounds from behind him, startling him so badly he instinctively reaches for his laser gun. He stops himself just in time when he realises the human most likely means no harm in this context. He appears to be submissive, and asks to assist. This might be easy after all!

Yoongi clears his throat before he speaks to a human for the first time. “Indeed. I need garments, young male.”

The young man blinks a few times, confusion showing on his face for a split second, before he collects himself again, putting his thoroughly practiced customer service smile back on. “Of course, sir. What are you looking for, exactly?”

Yoongi thinks about that question for a second. “Not...vintage. Or cool. None of those concepts.”

The store clerk enthusiastically claps his hands, making Yoongi flinch. “Ah! A man with taste, I see! You’ve come to the perfect place, sir. We pride ourselves in our eye for highly stylish and qualitative fashion without following short-lived hype. You know how it is with kids these days, one moment they’re all crazy about the newest designs and the next it’s something totally different. Apparently, now, it’s vintage. Those second-hand stores are even getting popular because of it. The older the better, can you believe it?”

The clerk eyes Yoongi up and down and visibly regrets his words after realising what he’s wearing, oblivious to the fact Yoongi didn’t understand a single thing of his rambling, anyway. Still, he nods as if he did and lets the young man lead the way.

“This is part of our new collection.” The man adds when he stops in front of a rich

black, cashmere turtleneck sweater. “Now, I admit, it is a bit pricier but you’ll find the material to be divine. It’s also perfect to wear with the holidays–”

“I will purchase this item.” Yoongi nods curtly, approving of this simple garment. The colour is attractive and it looks warm.

“Wonderful!” The clerk’s face lights up with joy and Yoongi wonders what he did to make this human so happy. “This turtleneck is also great in combination with these trousers, shoes and coat.”

Yoongi carefully examines the other items, which the assistant mistakes as doubt.

“I’ll bring these to the fitting room so you can try them on, sir. You will see how well they’ll fit you once you wear them.”

Not sure what a fitting room is, Yoongi follows the man nevertheless. The garments are being neatly hung on hooks on the wall, as the clerk gestures for Yoongi to go inside the cabin. He decides to trust this friendly human, but remains suspicious when the curtain closes behind him. He guesses that he’s supposed to switch his old garments for the new ones in here.

Fortunately, he’s had some experience with these types of clothing and manages to put them on correctly. It looks completely different, but in a good way. He’s sure he won’t draw any unwanted attention like this.

Making use of the privacy he’d obtained inside this cabin, he takes the chance to record another short log.

“Captain’s log, day one, shortly after the first one. I have come to the conclusion that the garments prepared for me by my team are not sufficient. Apparently, time is very important here on Earth. A lot of things change in short periods. My garments caused me to draw too much attention, so I went into a Garment Building to purchase modern ones. I am currently inside something they call a ‘fitting room’, which is a cabin they close with a piece of cloth to ensure physical privacy. Remember, humans detest public nudity. This is why I manage to create this log, undisturbed.”

He lowers his wrist to showcase his new outfit. “These are the garments I will be purchasing. I think they are far more visually pleasing than the ones prepared for me. It is possible that these humans have evolved in this short period of time, which amazes me. I am most inquisitive about what other changes I will discover. These humans seem tame in comparison to the ones my predecessor, Minho, has described. This would mean great success in regards to this mission. I will now continue my exploration.”

When he comes out of the fitting room, fully changed into his new attire, the store clerk stands there, waiting for him dutifully. Even if he heard Yoongi talk to himself in there, he doesn’t make a comment on it. He just assumes he’s some kind of popular, new influencer doing vlogs, especially with the weird way he speaks. When he sees Yoongi, a dramatic gasp tears from his lips.

“You look stunning, sir! Absolutely ravishing!” He places a hand on his chest to steady himself. “I have never seen a more perfect picture than you, standing here before me!”

Yoongi assumes the young male is complimenting him, although it makes him feel a little bit uneasy. It’s human custom to return the kindness, however. “...Thank you. You look very...stunning...too.”

This makes the young man blush. “Why, sir, you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you? I’m sure you have people lining up to date you.”

“Date?” Yoongi murmurs, confused. Isn’t that some kind of combat technique? “Ah, yes! Many people would like to… date me, but they have never succeeded!” He announces proudly.

“As expected.” The clerk winks and Yoongi flinches again. What an odd gesture. Still, Yoongi feels reassured now that this complete stranger recognizes his exceptional combat skills.

“Are you taking all of these, sir? Or are there some things you aren’t completely sure of?” He asks Yoongi, gesturing at the clothes he’s wearing.

“I approve of all of these items. I would like to purchase the set.” Yoongi lets him know as he takes out the pocket with currency, also provided for him by his team.

“Excellent decision! Would you like to change back into your other clothes or would you prefer to keep this outfit on?”

“I have no use for the garments I came here with. These fresh ones will remain on my body.”

“Perfect! Then, please follow me to the cash desk, sir.”

Yoongi complies, emptying the pocket on the desk in front of the cheerful shopping assistant. He doesn’t even get fazed at Yoongi’s strange behaviour anymore. Remarkable adaptation abilities, these humans!

“Is this enough currency to purchase?” Yoongi asks.

The young man behind the desk throws a brief, hesitant look at the pile of cash money, but quickly answers with a syrupy sweet smile. “Let me count that for you, sir.”

To Yoongi’s relief, the assistant manages to collect the correct amount of money after counting for a few minutes.

“You may want to invest in a credit card, sir. It would certainly make a lot of things much easier...for you, of course.”

“Ah, yes. Certainly.” Yoongi smiles while putting the surplus of cash back in his pocket. He has no idea what a ‘credit card’ could be.

When he exits the building, it is with a newfound confidence and era-appropriate outfit. The human who assisted him didn’t suspect a thing! Yoongi always knew he’d be quite competent for the job, but if he had known it would only take this much effort for him to blend in? He wouldn’t have had all those sleepless nights back home, perfecting his imitations. Well, maybe it’s because he stayed up late, studying human behaviour, that got him so far. Yet it seems like all it really took was a change of garments.

He roams the streets with a calmer heart now, feeling safe enough to observe more details. The more he learns, the better they can prepare themselves for the next installment of the plan. Everywhere, music plays. Different melodies are flowing into each other as they come out of the stores. There’s one in particular Yoongi keeps hearing until he starts to recognize the words.

“...Make my wish come true. All I want for christmas, is you.” He quietly sings along under his breath, cheeks flushed either from the cold or the embarrassment, wondering what his peers back home would think of such behaviour. Still, he comforts himself with the thought that no one can hear him unless he contacts them himself. Enjoying human music will be his little secret to keep from his time on Earth.

Christmas. The word keeps popping up, everywhere he looks and in everything he hears. It must be something very important.

As he continues to ponder over what this ‘Christmas’ could be, he follows the brightly illuminated decorations, hanging at the top of the buildings and over the streets. He’s so deep in thought, he doesn’t even notice how he’s walking away from the city centre and into a dark neighborhood. There are no festive lights, no music or vibrant crowds. When Yoongi notices the sudden silence, he also perceives the sound of footsteps, matching his own.

Upon turning around, he finds a strange man wielding a blade of some sort. Yoongi understands he’s finally being threatened, and slowly reaches for his laser gun.

“You look like some posh fucker. Walking around this part of town in those nice clothes, huh? Bet you got money to spare.” The assailant hisses, moving closer as he speaks.

Yoongi stays quiet and doesn’t move an inch as he lets the thug come closer. He just needs to be patient.

“What, cat got your tongue? Those fancy clothes didn’t come with a witty answer? You rich fucks are usually good at that, no?” The foul man is now within arm’s length, the blade dangerously close to Yoongi’s abdomen. This is his time to strike.

Faster than the blink of an eye, Yoongi overpowers the unsuspecting male with few but extremely precise moves. The man is now subjected to his mercy, his shoulder in a painful angle and with a strange weapon in his face.

“What is your objective?” Yoongi calmly asks.

“My...my what?!” The thug squeaks in between pain-induced hisses.

“Your objective. What is the reason for your attack?”

The man stares at him in disbelief. “Wh- isn’t that obvious?! Your money, man! I wanted your money!”

“Money?” Yoongi muses. “You would harm one of your own, for currency?”

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” Is the criminal’s response. “Please, let me go… I’ll leave you alone, I promise!”

“Hm, not much persistence, I see.” Yoongi tuts, a tad bit disappointed. “I expected your kind to be more violent.”

The other says nothing, opting to go cross-eyed looking at Yoongi’s weapon instead.

“Tell me something.” Yoongi demands.

“Anything. Anything if you let me live. Please…”

“What is this...Christmas? What does it mean?”

Confusion is written all over the thug’s face. “Ch-christmas? Y-you don’t know what Christmas is?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, briefly losing his composure. He doesn’t appreciate his intelligence being questioned by a lowly human like this. “Since I am asking something like you to enlighten me, you may assume that I am not yet informed about this concept.”

The man nods fervently. “Ch-christmas is… You know, it’s… It’s a popular holiday. People buy each other gifts. There’s Santa Claus–”

“Santa Claus?” Yoongi frowns.

“Yeah, he’s like, uh, a fat Finnish dude with a white beard and red clothes and he gives presents to children.”

“Why is that?”

“I- I don’t know, he… Just does? It’s not real, anyway, people just dress up like him at the mall to earn a few extra bucks.”

Yoongi has a really hard time understanding the language this male is speaking, but his curiosity has not yet been satisfied.

“So, this… Santa Claus. He gives human offspring gifts? That’s what christmas is?”

“Well, no… Not really–”

“You dare lie to me, human?” Yoongi growls, pushing the tip of his weapon into the man’s cheek.

“No! Of course not!” He squeaks, “I just meant that it’s not the most important thing about Christmas! Christmas is about… It’s about family. Spending time with your family, exchanging gifts with each other. The Santa Claus thing is all marketing but people come together on Christmas.”

“Why?” He asks again.

“Because they love each other.” The man’s tone of voice suddenly changes. He sounds...saddened. “They spend time with each other, eat food, play games… It’s a time for families and friends to come together and enjoy each other’s company.”

That confuses Yoongi. “But you’re alone. If it is Christmas, why are you roaming the streets, attacking people for currency? Why are you not with your family to do Christmas?”

The thug lets his head hang, no longer even afraid of Yoongi’s weapon. “Because I have no one to spend it with.”

A strange feeling stirs inside Yoongi’s chest. He can’t really place it, and it makes him uncomfortable. Time to end this interrogation.

“I much appreciate your cooperation. I will spare your life.” He decides, reaching for another device, stored in his pocket, and aiming it at the strange man.

“Wait– you said you’d spare me!” The other panics, but it’s too late.

One simple flick of Yoongi’s thumb activates the device, sending sonic waves into the direction of his target. The man loses consciousness almost instantly, only to fall asleep on the cold concrete of the street.

“You are a pitiful being.” Yoongi murmurs before he drags the limp, unconscious body of the thug into a more secluded alley. He leaves him there, but not before zipping up his garments to its full capacity and putting some currency in his pockets. He’s not quite sure why he did that.

He needs to confirm this male’s theory. If what he said is true, then Yoongi’s job here is done.

On his way back, he shamelessly peers through the windows and into people’s houses to observe their activities. And just as the thug explained, he sees humans from varying ages gathered in their houses. Smiling, eating, laughing. Giving each other wrapped objects, which he assumes are the ‘presents’. They seem completely harmless. Defenseless, even. He could wipe out this entire city on his own, and with ease.

Not once, aside from the incident with the pitiful male earlier, has he encountered armed humans like his predecessor had described. The time for warfare on Earth appears to have passed, and with it, people have become comfortable in their little bubble of safety. They let their guard down, making it all too easy for a foreign civilisation to usurp their whole planet. Home after home, he finds the same scene of happy, carefree humans, enjoying sustenance and each other’s presence. This is not even the challenge he’d secretly hoped for. It almost feels...wrong.

He can’t let himself dwell on useless emotions like this, however. His kind has evolved too far to attach any importance to things like feelings. This is good news. He needs to return to BT21 immediately. His stay has been far shorter than he’d expected and, granted, he’d like to extend his knowledge about humans further, yet he feels relieved to go home.

Yoongi turns his back on the streets that fascinated him only shortly before, to make his way through the forest once again. As he reaches the open field, harbouring his hidden ship, he presses the tiny remote to lift the shield. Nothing happens.

Frowning, he tries again. Still no luck. When the tiny remote starts to glow a pulsing red, he knows what the problem is. His ship is still in time-out, needing at least twenty-four hours to repair itself and recuperate from the rough landing. This to ensure a safe trip back home. For at least twenty-four hours, the ship will be in sleep mode, and there is nothing Yoongi can do to activate it sooner. Meaning, the radio connection is also down at the moment. He can’t even notify the home base of his discovery.

This might not be so bad after all. At least now, he has an excuse to keep exploring just a little bit more. The curiosity tickles and the city beckons him to return.

Of all days, you hadn’t thought your boss would make you work on freaking Christmas Eve. So what, your family lived abroad and neither of you could afford plane tickets so you’d be alone anyways, but is that a reason to make anyone work the night shift during the holidays?! Ridiculous.

It’s almost midnight and only a handful of people have passed through the convenience store this evening. Which isn’t surprising, considering most people are cozying up at home with their families, drinking good wine and eating good food. Giving each other presents. You know your mom sent you a gift, but it hasn’t been delivered yet. You expect it to arrive somewhere this week, though.

It’s stupid. It’s stupid you have to work on what’s supposed to be a magical night, to keep a store open for only a couple of customers. He could’ve easily decided to just close for tonight.

You sigh, defeated, before you stretch your arms above your head and leave your counter to get some fresh air. If you’d smoke, you would have something to do. You’re bored and miserable and you want to go home and make yourself a carb fest while binging your favorite Netflix series. But you need the money. College tuitions don’t pay themselves.

Only a minute after you’d sat back down behind your counter, sneakily watching some episodes on your phones, a new customer walks in. You pause Netflix to greet them, albeit a bit half-heartedly. Most people coming in at this our need cigarettes or booze. When you look up, though, you don’t see your typical after-midnight customer. You’re facing one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen in your life. And he’s holding a black cat?

“Ah… greetings. I found this creature,” he holds the cat up in a rather clumsy manner, “It vibrates.”

What in the…?

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rosehvney · 5 years ago

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♡ . * have you seen AMORA ‘AMI’ IZUMI around campus ? i hear they’re a FOURTH YEAR, SPRING witch with a specialty in ASTROLOGY. i almost never see them without their HUMMINGBIRD. if they ever want to be a MATCHMAKER someday they should ease up on being FICKLE & LOFTY. at least you can say they’re COQUETTISH & INTREPID, too.

hey, hey !!! i’m diana, aka ur resident girl group stan ASJSJSJ i’m twenty, use she/her pronouns, and reside in the est timezone !! this is super late but here i am, finally introducing ... loona !!! jk, under the cut u can read abt my lil spring witch amora. i was kind of winging it the whole time so i apologize if it seems all over the place but pls ... i’m a libra i’m a little dumb it’s my nature. forgive me !! i can't wait to plot AKSKSK let me kno if u prefer discord, if not tumblr im's work fine !!!

♡ . * 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 !

full name : amora izumi

nickname(s) : ami

zodiac : gemini sun, libra moon ( click )

sexuality : bisexual

alignment : chaotic good

pinterest : click

♡ . * 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 !

amora’s mother was a spring witch and her father was a summer witch. to their delight, ami was born a spring witch just like her mother. however, ami would later realize this was not as good as it seemed

her mother was a midwife and she wanted nothing more than for amora to follow in her footsteps. unfortunately, amora never had any interest in midwifery

during amora’s teen years, her parents started arguing frequently about the direction they wanted amora to go in. her mother was set on midwifery, but her father understood the importance of choosing your own future. aside from arguing about amora, her parents stopped seeing eye to eye on many other things as well, and eventually they split up

amora did not handle her parents split well. mostly, she blamed herself. she feels like if she had just pursued midwifery like her mother had wanted, none of this would have happened

after the split, she had to live with her disapproving mother. her father not only moved out, but he moved to a different city to be around some of his family. this kind of broke her heart a lil. she saw it more as her father trying to stay far away from her

so, amora continued living with her mom who continued to disapprove of her choices. for a while, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. however, after her parents divorce, she became especially interested in matchmaking

she figured since she drove her parents apart, she could redeem herself by bringing others together. she quickly became obsessed with the idea of love

amora more recently found out her father remarried and started a new family. she doesn’t really speak to him much anymore, so the idea that he is present in the lives of his new family hurts her a lot. but in the end, she still blames herself for driving her father away

so, amora has a father she barely sees and a mother who continues to try to micro-manage her life and make a carbon copy of herself out of her daughter

♡ . * 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 !

amora is extremely extroverted. she is a social butterfly and will try to befriend anyone with a pulse

she is a little bit of a people pleaser. after her dad, she’s really scared of being abandoned, which is why she lowkey seeks approval from others :(

she can sometimes appear to be a little bit full of herself. she tries 2 play off her insecurities by having an ‘i’m the best’ attitude akdjksdjh

like i said, she loves love !!! she gets crushes easily, but also loses attention fast because they mostly tend to be superficial crushes. typical air sign behavior

kinda bouncing off the last one, she loves 2 flirt !!! she loves flirting with her friends, the barista at the cafe, the girl sitting alone in the library, literally anyone and everyone. this has gotten her into some trouble in the past ( when she accidentally flirted with one of her professors during office hours )

a loyal friend !!!! values her friends more than anything else in the world. even though she likely has a large circle of friends, she wouldn’t necessarily consider them all to be her close friends. she would still do anything for them, though

she is an extremely curious and restless spirit !!! she is dying to see the world and uncover all of its secrets. always up for an adventure no matter the risks

loves to party and have fun !!

♡ . * 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 !

partner in crime - someone who always goes along with her antics. someone who she bounces off of and they do dumb / fun shit together !!!

ex-fling/gf/bf - there could b more than one of these !!! they could have ended on bad terms or good terms, still have lingering feels or tension or maybe they remained friends !!! we can plot this however

unrequited crush - maybe she has a crush on ur muse, whether it’s a deep crush or a more surface level crush. OR ur muse could have a crush on her and maybe she’s oblivious to it !!!

requited crush - speaks for itself, but our muses have crushes on each other !!! maybe it isn’t super serious, or maybe it is

will they, won’t they - there’s feelings between them, but maybe the timing has always been off. they want to explore whatever they have, but maybe they’re scared

current fling/friends w benefits - someone she is currently seeing. could be no strings attached, or there could b some feelings there. maybe they don’t want to make it anything serious, or maybe they’re ready to take it to the next level. maybe one person is ready to go further, and the other isn’t.

enemies w benefits - imagine the tension !!! they started out hating each other but ended up hooking up. maybe it was a one time thing, or maybe they can’t stop going back to each other. maybe they keep it a secret and don’t want anyone else to know. this could develop in soooo many ways pls this is so sexy !!!!

party buddies - they always go to parties together. maybe they don’t see each other outside of parties, maybe they met at a party and became close friends afterwards

roommates - self explanatory, but they live together !!! maybe they get along really well, or maybe they have some issues

ex-friends - someone she used to consider a best/close friend, but they had a falling out for whatever reason n maybe they strongly dislike each other now. maybe they want to re-kindle their friendship but don’t know how

sibling-like friendship - someone she sees like a sibling. they’re there for each other and look out for one another, always have each other’s backs

dynamic duo - ride or dies. platonic soulmates !! this person is prob one of the closest people to her and knows her very well ! they could b a power duo, always looking out for each other

take care - someone who looks after her when she drinks to much !!! someone who keeps her out of trouble when she’s drunk and feeling a little reckless. she trusts them and might feel like she owes them

confidant - someone who confides in her or someone she confides in, or they confide in each other. they don’t necessarily have to be the closest friends ever, but they get along, trust each other, and maybe they talk more in private

rivals - they don’t like each other for whatever reason, which we can plot. maybe it’s jealousy or their personalities just clash, but for whatever reason they do not get along. maybe they bring out a bad side to her that most people dont see

frenemies - they’re friends, but maybe they’re always trying to one up each other. they might gossip behind each other’s backs

bad influence - someone who is a bad influence on her. she isn’t a goody-goody but she definitely holds herself back from doing anything too crazy. i’d love for someone to be a bad influence on her and get her to do or try things she normally wouldn’t

this is all for now, but i should probably make a plots page eventually !!!

#aa:intro #♡ . * 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂 ╱ ooc.#this intro........is so bad #pls pretend u do not see .#but also jk because we should plot !#also i stole the stats template from xan someone arrest me

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konan720 · 5 years ago

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Lil’ Julia and MoonJumper shorts

@winttiagloam

(Short four: Field Trip)

Little legs kicked back and forth, a happy hum; end of the year Field Trip was always something to look forward to! She and the entire school were going to go camping for a week. What a fun time that would be!

Being able to see nature that's not just outside her house or around the school! The small child looked out the window now, watching as every blurred object pass by.

Above the moving bus, MoonJumper followed- swiftly through the air unseen. As stupid as this Field Trip sounded, he wasn't about to leave his human to a bunch of judgmental children. Who knows what they might pull on her! Pranks, get her lost in the woods..-!

Why did he care so much? He shouldn't care about this! Idiotic feelings are getting in his way-! Though he can't seem to muster up the energy to do anything to this child he's clinging onto. Why was she so different from the others? Was it the fact that she doesn't know about the troubles she carries, or..-

Stop!

Stop thinking about this!

All he needs to do is making sure this child doesn't get into trouble! She's a magnet for disastrous situations like these! Something is bound to happen, and he's here to make sure the child doesn't dig an early grave! ———————

Here they were, as all the children poured out of the bus in a semi-orderly fashion, they lined up. The campsite was located next to a lake that divided off into glades. The place looked old, yet had modern like buildings- instead of wood, concrete took its place.

Not much an old styled camp, now is it? However, they did have cabins in a way.. just not traditional ones. Little Julia was the last child off the bus, she stood to the side and everyone took role call. Five children will be called out and that was to be their designated group.

Julia was apart of an all-girls group. A few of them were apart of the advanced classes; A rather noise to the sky air about them. Of course, Julia had no idea of the matter, nor did she pay attention well. She was more excited to explore the area, this place was massive and she was happy to be someplace different for once!

Everyone was being led to their cabins, or rather, buildings that were made of cement and had proper air conditioning. It was almost like an apartment but smaller. The buildings had six rooms, all walled off, and a simple living room. Each group was following their, what would be called, 'gator mother' despite some 'mothers' being male.

Once every child was settled in, they were left to mosey about while their gator mother watched over them. Julia stayed in her room for a moment, making sure her tall dark green rubber boots were on correctly. She was planning on getting near the swampy areas of the glades.

"Julia.. what do you think you're doing?" She heard MoonJumper speak for the first time this afternoon.

"Exploring!" Was her reply, she was chipper and happy, remembering a long time ago that her grandfather said these parts were haunted! "I'm gonna go find a ghost!"

MoonJumper had to stop himself from laughing. Julia was unaware that she had been friends with a ghost for some time now. Oh, who is he to ruin her fun? "Just be careful, swamps are very dangerous, their denizens strong and or venomous." Saying this, perhaps he should stay close behind here.

MoonJumper was unfamiliar with the kinds of snakes that roam this world. To a child that could be fatal...

"On another hand, perhaps you should go sightseeing at the local garden?" MoonJumper turned his head, only to find Julia was gone. "Oh, dear." ——————

"Hey, look. There goes the fairytale kid.." one girl mumbled, to their gossiping group.

"I heard she pretty stupid." Another whispered, "Which is kinda disappointing since her dad is a really good cop."

The group nodded at each other, they were all outside watching as Julia skipped around, eyes to the ground looking for a rather large stick. This stick would aid her in finding safe ground during her adventures. Plus to beat of anything that tries to attack her, like raccoons! Julia hates raccoons with a passion; those dirty thieves stole her gram crackers a few times.

"Hey fairytale, what are you doing?" One girl approached the light orange-haired girl.

"Looking for a stick." She said, to busy to explain further. She picked up a rather thick branch, not one that was to clean however, it still had a certain kind of moss her grandfather told her not to touch. She tossed it away to find another one.

"Why?" Another asked with a disgusted face, just watching then Julia made her feel dirty.

"Because!" Julia picked up a perfect stick for her endeavor "haunted swamp! I'm gonna go find the swamp ghost!"

The group of girls looked at each other, trying their best to not laugh though snickers still escaped them. There were no such things as ghosts! Never was, and never will be! They assumed the small girl didn't know that, so what harm would it be to play a little trick on her?

"Mind if we come with?" The taller girl of the group asked, smiling a sickeningly sweet smile. "That sounds fun!"

Julia smiled at them, she had a ghost hunting crew now! Just like on television! ——————

Nighttime came, which was always the best time to go hunting for the supernatural. The group of girls had to make sure their gator mother was unaware of their plan to sneak out, the girls would have to make it back for campfire hours because everyone would be there for their first day.

Well almost everyone, surely no one would miss the local fairytale spinner, right?

Somehow MoonJumper had managed to lose sight of his child, he knows something was off when those girls had taken a liking to Julia. No one would like her unless they wanted something. He frowned at that; the fact he too was one of those people, which was why he knew.

Julia skipped and tapped her stick around, a small map and a headlamp to see where she was going, the girls followed behind. One made a gagging noise, the squishing of soft mud were unpleasant to them.

Once they had made it to the edge of the camp, they saw the swamp that was surrounded by glades. The trees hung over them like arms severing in the soft wind. To Julia, it was breathtaking, but to the girls? They saw it as an ugly backwater alleyway.

"So, what do we do when we find this... ghost?" One asked, looking at Julia, their headlamps crossing streams of light.

"We don't do anything! We just watch!" Julia smiled at them, "we don't know if the spirit is vengeful or not! So making any moves towards it would be bad."

"W-what if it is vengeful...?" One girl said, who was particularly afraid of the dark, asked. The forest was starting to get to them, clouding their judgment of ghosts being real or not.

"We run like the wind!" Julia stated.

"Okay!" The taller girl said, smiling at her, the gasped in surprise "is that it over there!?" She pointed at nothing, but Julia didn't know.

"What, where?!" She was afraid she had missed it, the small girl tried to move forward but a sudden tug and a push knocked her into a tree braking her headlamp and her sense of direction.

Julia gripped onto the bark, pushing herself off. She must have tripped again, the girls laughed at her. It must have been pretty funny!

"Wow! You are stupid!" The tall girl said to Julia, she was smirking but the girl on the ground couldn't tell with the light shining in her eyes. "Wake up fairytale! Ghosts don't exist!"

Julia held a confused, "what..?" They were so nice to her all day, why were they being mean now? "Of course they exist..."

"No, they don't." The group leader said, face no longer smirking "that's just some stupid things adults say to scare little kids!" She then pointed "which makes you a freak since you're not scared!"

"That's not being a freak, that's being brave!" Julia yelled at them.

"Let's see how brave you are when we leave you here then!" The tall girl waved, turning around to walk away.

"Hey, wait!" Julia called back, realizing they took her map and her source of light. "Why..?"

A sudden roar echoed around the forest, more near them then away. It didn't sound like a cougar or a bear. No, it sounded more dangerous than that. The mire had shaken from the sound alone. A flash of color in between teal and green zipped around trees, catching all the girls' attention. Fear told them to run and ran the did, But Julia was having a harder time with the mud.

A massive amount of energy escaped this being as Julia was able to get a clear look. It glowed in the dark, a soft light, yet bright enough for Julia to her entire body. The energy the surrounded the long being looked like lightning, claw-like hands floated in place with smaller coin-like objects acting as arms. Its scary mask with long wavy prods stuck out far.

The small child was amazed, So awestruck she refused to move. Though, the first thing out of her mouth was:

"Are you a dragon?" Such an innocent question from a girl looking up at a being she had no idea what they were capable of.

It looked down at Julia, almost mulling over the thought of what it should do.

"Thank you for scaring away those mean girls!" Julia smiled, finally able to stand up. "I thought they wanted to be my friends.." she mumbled, then she realized all this excitement had made her forget where she was.

Without her map, she was lost.

"...I'm lost now..." the girl quietly said, trying to figure out where she came from. "I'm gonna be in big trouble." She then turned to the large being "are you lost too? Where'd you come from?"

Still no reply.

"That's okay, we can find out way together!" Julia smiled again, Unafraid of the towering long serpentine. It's mask looked down at her, a questioning look.

Looking around Julia giggled "Let's go this way!" The child pointed, only to have the being quickly snap at something, this made Julia freeze when she realized that the being had snapped a water moccasin coming on land in half.

Julia was about to step on it.

"Wow! You're quick! Quicker than a snake!" She smiled, though she then looked away worried. "Moon was right... I shouldn't have done this." The being placed a clawed hand on her head, almost like it was trying to comfort her.

"Julia! Thank heavens I found you!" MoonJumper dashed in grabbing the child away from the being. "What on earth is a Dweller doing here?!" He whispered to himself in a panic, he'd never seen a dweller of this size before. It made him feel, uneasy, almost scared. Though not for himself, but for the child that was now safely in his arms.

"Moon!" The girl hugged him happily, both not minding the mud for now. "I'm sorry, I should have listened to you!"

"No... I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there." He looked down with a sad expression on his face.

"It's okay though, the ghost dragon saved me!" The child pointed out, but she then saw it drift away. Its job was done. "Oh.. it's leaving... bye-bye ghost dragon!" The child yelled waving, MoonJumper was still in shock about this dweller being here, or that it was way larger and dangerous looking.

"Let's... return, shall we?" MoonJumper said, slowly making their way back to camp.

"Let's scare the campfire meet up!" Julia giggled, looking up at him.

MoonJumper smiled "oh, I thought you'd never ask..."

#A Hat in Time #AHiT #Fanfiction #More Julia and MoonJumper shorts!#Aura #Friend's character

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debcnairs · 5 years ago

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( kim taehyung, cismale, he/him, 24. ) — i hear that PAK HAEIL has been living in seoul for around FOUR YEARS and works as an EXOTIC DANCER. rumor has it, they can be DEBONAIR & INSOUCIANT but also IMPETUOUS & MISCHIEVOUS which is why neon lights glowing at midnight, bodies entangled in silk sheets, sultry gazes & designer clothes makes me think of them.

its me, the demon, gem, finally making this demon's intro like eight years later. ( claps for myself wow look @ u go !! ) ANYWAYS... i don't have his entire backstory or anything like that figured out but i do have everything i know of below the cut as well as basic info / plot ideas under the cut ! it kinda sucks and i’m sorry,,,, love me anyway pls :/

SMASH the lil heart if you want to plot with this shithead !

basic information.

full name: pak haeil. nickname(s): hae, honey. age: twenty-four. date of birth: october 31st. birthplace: london, england. current location: seoul, south korea. gender: cismale. pronouns: he / him / his. orientation: bisexual. occupation: exotic dancer / escort / sugar baby / runs a nsfw twitter acc. language(s) spoken: english, korean, french, spanish.

physical appearance.

face claim: kim taehyung ( v ) of bts. hair color: changes frequently, currently red. eye color: brown. height: 5 ’ 11 ". weight: 165. build: slender. tattoos: far too many to count. piercings: multiple in his ears, nipple piercings.

favorites.

season: winter. color(s): peach, baby blue, purple. music: not picky in the slightest. movies: loves comedy & action movies, starting to get into the horror genre. sport(s): used to play soccer when he lived in london. beverage(s): anything, isn't picky. food: home cooked meals. animal: cats.

family.

father: tba. mother: tba. sibling(s): n/a. children: n/a. pet(s): an egyptian mau named diamond, extremely spoiled. family’s financial status: upper class.

extras.

zodiac sign: tba. mbti: tba. enneagram: tba. temperament: tba. hogwarts house: slytherin. moral alignment: tba. primary vice: tba. primary virtue: tba. element: air.

biography.

haeil was born in london, england. both parents moved there years before he was born to chase their dreams.

because of it, he grew up around people with british accents & picked one up during his childhood years.

his parents were gone a lot, both of them working but he didn't really mind because that meant he could go do whatever he wanted to do without any consequences.

in fact, his parents were the ones who constantly gave him permission to go out and hang out with friends... all that good stuff.

sure they didn't really KNOW about the fact that him & his friend group were constantly out doing things they shouldn't have been, but what they didn't know wasn't going to kill them, right ?

he was basically free to do whatever he wanted and even if he did get caught doing bad shit, his parents were close with the police so most of the time they just let him off with a warning and sent haeil off on his way.

haeil was fifteen when he experienced his first party, drugs & alcohol within his grasp and the peer pressure to fit in with his friends causing him to cave & try anything and everything that was offered to him that night.

needless to say, he got pretty fucked up that night & ended up sleeping on some strangers couch after passing out in their front lawn on his walk home.

& after that? haeil quickly became addicted to the atmosphere & the way that drugs / alcohol made him feel so he continued to seek it out with each and every chance he got.

that lead him to the day he showed up back at his home at four in the morning, drunk & high out of his mind, parents waiting up for him at the front door because they hadn't heard from their son in over twenty hours & were beginning to think he'd gone missing.

they were more pleased to have their son back home that anything, advising him to be more careful if he did decide to go back to the party scene but not really 'punishing' him for it because they had done the same thing as kids.

hence the reason that haeil continued to seek out anything & everything he could that would get him to his next high.

one party, though, he ran into someone who told him he needed to make money so he could afford the "better" stuff.. and haeil being the person he was went right along with it.. ending up at some hole in the wall strip club in london.

he had no idea what he was doing for the first few weeks, sticking to table running more than anything but he always had a curiosity & that lead him to ask one of the regular dancers to teach him the ropes.

which they did, without hesitation, and surprisingly, haeil was GOOD at it right from the start, knowing how to use his looks to his advantage, knowing the in's & out's of how to make the most money all while still being able to have fun with it.

after a while, though, he was bored of the tiny little club, wanting bigger & better things.. so after a few google searches, he decided to move to seoul, hearing that the underground party scene there was unlike anything he'd been able to experience before then.

it was only a week after the first google search haeil made that he was on a plane, moving his entire life without hesitation, excited to be able to explore & go on new adventures.

personality.

the BIGGEST flirt you will ever meet.

knows how he looks, uses it to his advantage w every chance he gets.

is so unashamed of his entire life it's unreal.

takes no shit but also doesn't start it unless it's absolutely needed.

actually really likes the "domestic" things like cooking / cleaning, loves spending time in his penthouse just baking or cooking for friends whenever he has free time.

a shopping FREAK, he's on shopping sprees at least three times a week, and if he isn't, he gets grumpy & snippy.

will buy you things, constantly. loves the fact that he can spoil people with whatever they want.

also LOVES to be spoiled ( hello sugar baby life ) and loves to show of the new things he's been gifted to anyone who's down to be shown.

still goes to parties almost every weekend, still gets just as fucked up as he used to as a teenager.

a lowkey petty bitch with a love for revenge, even if that means helping a friend get it.

loyal af to his friends, he'd do anything for them tbh.

not into relationships or the idea of love, will legit laugh in your face if you say something about him settling down eventually because he doesn't believe that will ever happen.

spoils the FUCK out of his cat,,,, i'm talking got the cat a CUSTOM diamond collar & soooo much other stuff it's unreal.

can be clingy & touchy, esp when drunk or high... he just loves skin to skin contact, it doesn't even have to be sexual.. he just thrives from it.

plot ideas.

someone who frequents the club that haeil works at and has never approached him but one day haeil finally finds the time to go over to them & wow he's really interested in getting a friendship out of this person.

someone who doesn’t care about haeil’s lifestyle but is there for him constantly, aka his rock that he can go to any time he feels like he might need to.

will add more as they come to mind !

#kumiho.intro #*: ･ﾟ∙ * ⁕ this is a mcdonald's drive thru. ┊ ❛ out of character ❜

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matronaa · 6 years ago

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Jungkook “fuckboy?” drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,637

Genre: Fluff/mentions of smut?

Okay look its about 1 in the morning while im writing this and i just got done literally scrolling thru @jungshookz e n t i r e page and honestly ive been delusionally laughing over her stories for like an hour and a half like the tattooartist!jungkook fic legit killed me i love it and i’m probably going to force my friend to check her out because legit i love it so much and she seems like such a funny person and if she sees this 1) ily and ur writing and i wanna be friends but idk how to start a conversation because im a awKwARd bEan and 2) im sorry for probably spamming ur notifications with likes okay i couldnt help it so now im inspired for the first time in a while to write but im way to loopy to put together an actual fic so enjoy this ig

Okay i should stop rambling (okay just note that im so sleep deprived that i had to google ‘words for excessive talking’ to remember the word rambling because im an idiot and i cant think and ooo its 1:11 am rn make a wish b*tches)

Okay im sorry ill begin~

A/n all of this is completely unedited and if bad grammar annoys you srry not srry

Lets talk about what fuckboy!jungkook is oki

I feel like in reality there are just a bunch of rumors about him but hes so smol and hes the quiet type so he doesnt have the energy to dismiss them

Like im sorry soft jungkook is way to good in my mind rn okay #cuddles4days im not in the mood for him to strangle me with his amazing biceps

Anyway

you never rlly met him in the 4 years of going to the same highschool as him (since you’re in those smart people classes like humanities) until senior year

You and him had the same AP Lit. class lmao english class is l i t

Which surprised you bc of the rumors like i thought he was a badboy ?? arent those normally idiots ??

Nah my bby is a smart nugget, he just likes to look hella bf 25/8

First day of school cliche where you show up late to class and have to sit next to him because i d i e for those plots okay

But you dont know thats him because you’ve never seen him, so you’re confused on why most of the girls keep glaring at you

But soon enough you catch on and you’re like fml

And then the professor is like “where you are sitting is your assigned seating for the rest of the year” and you’re like f m L

He ends up introducing himself to you because i mean like table buddies

But hes really nervous because hes a cute little bean and you’re hella cute cuz lets be honest ur probably wearing like basic black leggings and a hoodie with your hood over your head to hide the bed hair you didnt feel like brushing that morning

Oh, just me? Okay…

He likes ur name because it rolls off the tongue and he thinks it suits you even tho he doesnt know you

Yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You dont really think hes a fuckboy because he seems so nice and he has the cutest lil bunny smile sEE

That is until after school u end up getting to ur locker late because u left something in one of your classes

And u see him pinning a girl against the lockers down the hall

And ur like well shit nvm

And u quickly get ur shit and go because das a w k w a r d

But then he sees u run off and hes like awh crap i dun fucked up

A few weeks go by and u notice he barely really comes to class so u usually sit alone

On days he does come his chair seems extra close to yours and he’s basically smothering you

But u dont mind because he smells nice

And on the days he does come you get kinda excited because

1) you get a partner who doesnt expect you to do all of the work

2) this boy cute when he gets all intelligent

Ur like “yes pls continue speaking about the essay we are writing that i have no idea is on because i kept getting lost in the sound of ur voice”

He notices when u zone out because you start staring at his lips when hes talking and he thinks its the cutest thing

One day u get assigned a week long project and ur close enough friends with jungkook to basically scold and force him to come to class all week

But only if he can force u to come to his house to work on it after school

Which you’re low key nervous of because ur going to a ‘fuckboy’s house’ by yourself

And u dont wanna do the dirty because ur a pure child haha not for long

But you agree anyway

And honestly even after the project is done (which you got an A on) you continue going over to his house because his bed is comfortable and he always has snacks

And his mom loves you

Like legit on days you dont go the next day you do she’s like “wheRE WERE YOU”

When the semester is over the professor lets you pick seats but you both enjoy each other’s company so you stay seated together.

finally ur at his house one day and ur just laying on his bed scrolling thru insta and he’s sitting on his bean bag in the corner on his phone and u look up at him and realise

Shit

You like him

Like a lot

And u mentally face palm because this was not supposed to happen

But it happened and you’re too far down the hole to climb out

Sometimes u end up napping at his house after school because his bed is more comfortable than yours and one friday night u wake up in his arms

And its like the best feeling ever

Its so warm and hes so cuddly hes like latched onto you

You stay under the warm blankets before you question when he even got in bed since he was playing video games before you fell asleep

And then his phone lights up and ofc you check it for him bc ur a nosey bitch

But not before you observed how adorable he was while he was sleeping

Nope not creepy at all

its his friend tae texting him (you didn’t really know his friends since you had different friend groups)

You check it and its smth like “stop staring at y/n while shes sleeping and reply u creep”

And you’re like w a t

So you scroll up and see that while u were sleeping jungkook went on a full rant on how cute u are and how whipped he is

And ur like holy fadoodles dis boy likes me

And so u decided to text tae like “this is y/n, does he actually like me”

Which turns into you both having a convo on how thirsty jungkook is until he wakes up

Hes like wtf r u doing and he snatches the phone and reads through your messages with tae while u like sit up to stare at him

And he’s still half asleep so it takes him to realise whats going on

“Omfg y/n i can explain-”

He starts rambling about how long he had been crushing on u and that he didn’t want to tell you because you seemed uninterested so he kept it a secret and never told anyone

And honestly he was freaking out because the onE tiMe he tells anyone that he likes you, you find out

But while he’s rambling you’re coming up with an excuse to text your mom that you’re spending the night at his house, so you just say he’s not feeling well and his parents are gone for the weekend.

Lmao she doesnt care she’s just like “lmao ik ur lying but have fun dont get pregnant”

Or Maybe thats just my mom idk

You have to shut him up by snatching his phone out of his hands and kissing him

When you pull away you’re just like “you talk too much lmao”

You explain to him that you like him too and u just get under the covers again and snuggle up next to him, and he wraps his arms around you

And you stay like that for a while before hes like “its late you should get home”

And you tell him you’re staying the night whether he likes it or not

And he is so down for that

But then you end up just spending the weekend there because why not his parents love you

And every night is just filled with cuddling, watching netflix, making out, late night snacks, etc.

Saturday night he gets a lil touchy and soon enough ur like straddling him and grinding your hips against his

But then he’s like “Ive never done this before” and you c o m b u s t

Ur like aren’t you like the school fuckboy how have you not done this

And he tells you its all just rumors and hes too lazy to set the record straight

And you basically decide to take things slow that night since it was you’re first time too and honestly it was so cute

It wasn’t really steamy rough sex it was more soft fluffy love making that is filled with giggling and exploring and appreciating each other

That was definitely the night you fell in love with him

Which is big because you thought love was gross

The next day you’re cuddling and he’s like “you know ur my gf now”

And ur like duh

You start going on cute dates after that like going to cafes or amusement parks

He loved taking you to the beach during the summer because u looked gr8 in a bikini

You found out you were going to the same college with was fantastic, so you decided to rent an apartment together nearby the campus instead of living in a dorm.

Which normally you’d be against because moving in together so quickly ?? but you felt different like this relationship was going to last

UNTIL HE CHEATED

Lmao jk gotcha bitch

My baby is too pure and innocent to cheat

Well innocent until you both get into bed and then oh lord it gets steamy

He wants to experiment with like e v e r y t h i n g and honestly you were down

But ofc you set some boundaries.

There were lines he couldn’t cross

I mean sometimes he tried but you shut that down real quick

Overall your relationship was perfect and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

I mean he brought you pizza rolls and dr pepper to ‘study dates’ how could you not love him.

Oml it took me over an hour to write this its like 2:30 am why am i awake anyway imma go to bed now, idk ur name jungshookz but pls write more fanfics i need more to read late at night okay gnite

#jungkook #bts #btsjungkook #Jungkook oneshot #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts one shot #jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk #im so sleep deprived #why am i awake #imagine #bts imagines #jungkook ima

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