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roonyxx · 2 years ago

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Firefly Chapter 4: Fifteen years old

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : future Dean x reader ?

Summary : 40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her.

Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…

And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Serie Warnings : Hurt!Dean, Hell (torture, even if we tried to not give it graphic descriptions, creepy demons, blood, violence), swearing, angst, future fluff and smut.

This story is in both Reader’s POV and Dean’s POV

Wordcount : 5151

Note : This is our second collaboration. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like we did for Same.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

This story will be around 10 chapters and we intend to edit it every Saturday if nothing delays it. The story will be on a little hiatus because both @jay-and-dean and I are on holidays. Once we come back the story will continue it’s regular weekly edit.

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Chapter four

Dean’s Pov

Her hand was tightly wrapped around his. Warm radiating of it despite that freezing cold Hell was today, and soft.

Her steps were confident and sure, her bare feet silent on the ice cold floor that was painfully freezing his.

Once again, Dean took a precious second to look at her, and try to proceed she even existed… His Firefly was growing up, she was now far from the mute baby she had been a long time ago.

Her pretty face was stern and cold when she was facing a demon, but shining with the purest smile when he told her about life. Her features changed, but somehow also stayed identical, her mouth was the same, the shape and color of her eyes too… He remembered her appearing in that dirty dress and her damaged bear like it was yesterday.

Maybe it was really yesterday… maybe he had dreamed all of this. How could a diamond so pure sparkle in the middle of the pit ?

She turned to him slightly, giving him a radiant smile, her long princess hair caressing his arm. She seemed happy that that particular corridor was empty, but he still didn’t know where they were going.

Last time she had taken him out him out was to see the sky years ago, and that other time he was going crazy with the screams, and she took him to a quiet place, in a room filled with statues.

Today she had just smiled when she had found him almost healed, and told him Hell was almost empty for the day. But she didn’t say more, she never really answered his questions. And seeing how they treated her, it was possible that she knew very few anyway.

She walked with small steps to a door that was there, and pushed it open.

Dean’s breath got stuck in his throat. The room was impressive : huge and extremely rich. It looked like a castle bedroom with a giant canopy bed, heavy purple velvet curtains even if it seemed to have no window, a big dressing table with jewelry boxes filled with gold and a wooden table that looked like it had been stolen from a Renaissance’s french king or something.

But, even if the room was rich and disproportionate, something made him shiver : It looked like a doll house. Nothing was warm about it, not single personal object or ordinary mess could be seen. A huge bookcase covered all of one wall, but once again : the books seemed to all come from the same collection, absolutely nothing was sticking out.

A big blanket had been put over a pile of something in the corner, he couldn’t guess what, but for a second, he thought he saw a blood stain on it.

She closed the door behind them and turned to him.

“This is my bedroom” she smiled.

She had a bedroom. What was she to those demons ?

Dean had never really thought of it, of where she went when she left… For him, she was like a little star in the middle of the constant torture, and we don’t think of where the stars are, when we don’t see them, right ?

She half ran to her bed to sit on it with that enthusiasm she almost always had, and in a second, she started looking like the teenager she was now.

They dressed her up as a princess, she had a princess bedroom, and yet, he knew for sure she had nothing of a spoiled child.

“I won’t have class today so I thought… maybe you would be more comfortable here to tell me about movies” she stated, just sitting cross-legged like she always did.

Class ?

“I mean…” she suddenly seemed to feel embarrassed, probably because he wasn’t moving at all.

“Yes” he stated right away. “Of course. Can I… sit ?”

She nodded and he came closer carefully, almost fearing a trap. He hadn’t felt a mattress for decades and he could barely imagine sitting on a bed right now. So he closed his eyes while bending on it, like it could suddenly bite him.

But nothing happened and he just felt the very soft mattress drop under him, and hold him as gently as possible. His eyes became wet for a second, and she gave him time to adjust to comfort, after being quartered slowly for the past few days.

“I’m sorry” she said, looking down.

He frowned. It was the first time ever that she said something like that and the pain in her eyes was almost as overwhelming as this room and being aware of the next tortures… So he gave her a sad smile, and changed the subject.

“So, as I told you last time, movies are like books except you can watch them.”

“So people pretend to cry, die, kiss…” she wiggled a little to sit in a better position. “That’s insane.”

“People love them. You can watch a movie at home when you have the DVD or when a channel plays it, or on internet, but it is so much better in a movie theater.” He rested his hands behind him, his fingers curling at the feeling of the softness the mattress provided.

“Movie theater ?” she tilted her head to the side.

“It’s a place where people go to see a movie when it’s just out. It’s big room where you can go with friends to watch it.” he motioned to the big wall of her room with his hands. “The screen where they play the movie on is bigger than your wall, and they place boxes for the sound everywhere around you, so it feels like you are right in the middle of the action.”

He could see how her eyes sparkle at the idea of it.

“And the people who play in the movies are famous and earn a lot of money with it” he smiled kindly. “There are all kind of movies. I love westerns.” he chuckled when he saw her frown again “It’s a movie about the old west, about cowboys.”

Her eyebrows rose when he mentioned cowboys, she seemed to recognize them. Dean wondered where she could have heard about it, maybe in those books she seemed to know by heart.

“Why do people use movies ?” she asked.

“Well it’s not really something you use, it’s something you do, just for fun.” He shrugged. “You often do it with someone like friends, or like on a date.”

“A date ?” she frowned again.

“Uhm…” Living in Hell, she would probably never know what a date is. “It’s when one person likes the other person a lot, they hang out together to get to know each other better, that way they know if they want more or love each other or not.”

He heard her faintly whisper the word Love, in a way that made his heart clench. Despite her fancy dresses and royal like room, he doubted she knew the feeling of Love, any kind of love.

The girl deserved love. All kinds of love : motherly, fatherly, brotherly, love from friends and romantic love… He tried to find comfort in the idea that she at least had the weird friendship they shared, and this unexpected form of love in a place where it wasn’t supposed to bloom.

She laid down on her bed with that sigh only teenage girls can do, he turned half to watch her. Her eyes closed for a second, hands along to her. She looked so peaceful, like she was imagining a date or a movie.

Reader’s Pov

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and everytime she saw him that weird feeling in her belly returned. Like a sort of fluttering, and her cheeks itching to smile. His face was her favorite face.

She had seen demons wear perfect faces, she had seen souls that demons said were considered attractive during their lives… But nobody looked like him.

The only thing she would have wanted to change, was that constant expression of exhaustion and dread.

She took his wrist and tugged at it.

“Rest” she said, maybe that would help, to rest here, close to her where it was safe, for now.

She watched how his large frame very slowly laid down. His eyes flickering everywhere, his breath quickened, like he was expecting the next torture to begin.

She turned to him and carefully put her hand on his chest. His panicked eyes looked into hers, his breathing quickened, so she lifted her hand a inch above him, and shushed him.

“Safe” she told him, he let out a deep exhale and nodded.

Her hand slowly landed on his chest again, and this time, he didn’t move.

They laid there, in a comfortable silence, her small hand still rested on his big chest. She could feel how his heartbeat turned into a peaceful drum. His eyes fluttering shut, but snapping open when they stayed closed for too long, his heart rate spiking up every now and then.

Underneath all the grime and blood, she could smell his scent. He smelled musky, kinda like leather too. She closed her eyes and focused on distinguishing his smell from all the others, solely focussing on him.

And before she knew, she drifted of in a peaceful slumber where she didn’t feel lonely for the first time.

Dean’s Pov

They had been laying there for quite a while now, maybe two hours ? More ? He didn’t really sleep, to many things haunting him when he closed his eyes.

He had been watching her sleep this whole time, her little hand still on his chest, and he wondered how she could be so peaceful.

He was studying every inch of her face now that he could. Her lashes resting on her cheeks, her mouth slightly open ; and that characteristic hesitation teens’ faces have between woman features and still baby girl expressions. She was a beautiful child. His little Firefly…

He knew so little about her. Why was she here ? Who was she really ? Or rather what… she had powers, scary ones from what he saw. But he knew she was pure at heart, and she would never hurt him. She grew so much since that first day he saw her. He wondered what the future held for her…

He turned his head to the ceiling and swallowed hard, he had to get back to his own future now…

Torture, never ending torture…

His eyes got wet at the thought, a sweat breaking out on his skin. She stirred a little in her sleep, probably feeling his heartbeat panic in his chest. His hand softly grasped her wrist, slipping out from underneath her, replacing his body with a pillow.

He silently got up and watched how she pulled the pillow closer, burying her face it in. His heart aching at wanting to return the hug.

But he couldn’t…

If they caught them not only would he be punished, not that he cared -he got punished everyday whatever happened- but he didn’t want her to bear the consequences. She didn’t deserve to carry his weight on top of hers.

He would protect her, even powerless and damned.

Carefully he went to the big door, looking back one last time at her, cold sweat rolling down his neck, before slipping out of her room and sinking in the maze.

Reader’s Pov

Before she opened her eyes, she knew.

Dean was gone. For a second, she wondered why, he had nowhere to go, nowhere but torture and constant pain… Then she realized he was just scared ; being there was forbidden : who knew what they would do to him, to her.

Then, still with her eyes closed, she frowned, feeling an ache in her heart. She knew Dean pretty well now and she was sure of it : He left because of what happened to her after the sky room. He had told her to not take risks for him after that…

He was ready to give up the small and rare respite from eternal pain, to avoid her getting in trouble.

She grabbed the pillow that still smelled a little like him and held it closer, not daring to open her eyes yet. While they were closed, she could still imagine he was there.

While they were closed, everything was possible… He hadn’t left, he would escape the horror today, he would stay warm in her arms, and whole.

She felt her heart clench at how much she wanted to cry, at how painful it was, to know they were making him scream right now, that man who deserved everything but pain. She thought clearly of what they were doing to him, just now -she hadn’t even the privilege of ignorance- and a broken sob of despair escaped her chest loudly, echoing in the room.

She had never experienced what was falling on her : her ribs seemed to grip her inside like claws and her back started sweating… So she held the pillow tighter and whispered.

“They can’t find us… They can’t find us…”

While her eyes were still closed, she could imagine the sky above them, maybe even the sun, a bird would be there too. She could see their wings, and hear Dean’s voice telling her about them.

But she would only watch him, no matter how bad she wanted to see the sky.

Tears were rolling down her face, so much tears she wondered if she could drown in it. Her breath got stuck in her too tight chest as a realisation hit her…

For the first time in her entire life, she realized Dean was not a distraction, he was not like a wounded bird you find and keep, he was not a mystery or riddle either. And he was not her window to the world. Dean was not just her way of escaping boredom or loneliness or just her rebellion against her father and all the demons of Hell. And today, even the word friend was not enough to talk about him.

It was not only about seeing him and hearing his stories. She wanted him to live them, she needed him to smile and sleep peacefully, go to the movie theater and…

On a date.

She buried her face in the pillow, wetting her hair with her own tears. She wanted him to go on dates even if… Even if she would give her own life to be the girl he would invite, if everything was different.

She wouldn’t be that girl, because she was a child, and -a whine passed her lips- almost a demon.

She now understood it. She felt it in her bones and in her flesh, all the books suddenly made way more sense to her, all the stories she had read, it was like she could see clear for the first time, even with her eyes still closed.

It was love.

“Dean…” she whispered to herself, just to hear his name float in the air.

She stayed on her bed a little longer, a bed she usually always left in a hurry. And she just tried to remember everything he had ever said… Dean deserved to be out of here.

“What are you doing in bed” she heard in her back, recognizing the deep low voice of Crowley.

She didn’t answer, hoping he would just go away.

“Dean Winchester was found out of his cell” he asked. “Any idea what happened ?”

“I’m not responsible for the things you lose” she grunted, trying to hold back her tears.

“It’s funny that in almost 30 years, he tries to escape just the day Lilith, Alastair and I have to go on Earth… Just the day that part of Hell is almost empty” he added, pacing the room. “He’s lucky.”

“Or you’re not” she snapped.

She heard him sigh in annoyance. That’s all she got from him… annoyance. He once told her that he was the one thanks to whom she hadn’t been killed the day she was born, thanks to whom she had nothing to fear in Hell and possessed all those beautiful things. But she never cared, what she wanted was freedom and that was impossible, because he had plans for her, they all did.

“Even under torture, he swears he just left his cell on his own” he added.

“Even under torture” she chuckled darkly, tears rolling down her face. “Do you hear how absurd it is ?”

He grunted and a held back sob escaped her.

“Are you crying ?” he asked with and hearable frown of disgust.

“Are you caring ?” she imitated him.

“No, Y/n. I’m a demon… I really hoped you would get more from me than from your mother.”

She sat up in a jump, wiping her tears.

“So now I have a mother ?” she groaned. “You always told me I didn’t.”

He was standing there with his hands in the pockets of his black suit, a disgusted expression on his face.

“You look awful, darling” he just said.

“Answer.”

“It’s not a mother if she didn’t raised you” an amused smile crossed his face. “Jael is closer to be your mom… Don’t look at me like that, she’s dead for a long time.”

“I hate you” she groaned and the sheets started to move on their own around her, like snakes were underneath it.

“Calm down, and stop crying” he ordered. “If you want a seat in this throne room one day, you better make some effort with your looks.”

After eyeing her up and down, he turned around and whispered.

“Teenagers I swear…”

Crowley walked to her door to leave, he tried pulling the doors open but they wouldn’t bulge. He turned back to her to see her sitting on her bed with her hair floating around her.

“Y/n, open this door now” he seethed towards her.

“NO! I don’t want to be part of any of this!” she now floated above her bed, the corners starting to catch fire with the intense heat she was giving off. She could see how Crowley’s eyes widened at the display of her powers that grew stronger each passing day.

“You can’t keep me forever Crowley. One day I will get out.” The thought of getting out was like throwing gasoline on the fire inside her.

With a flick of his wrist he pinned her down on the bed as he stepped near her.

“Oh little Y/n, you won’t, I’ll kill you before that day even arrives. You will be part in this, whether you want it or not.” He leaned over her, his eyes flicking red. “So calm down now or I’ll give you over to Lilith.”

No, not her… she was worse than Crowley, and was located on the other side of Hell, further away from Dean.

A grin crossed his face as she calmed down, his threat worked.

“That’s my good girl” he released her and walked to her door pulling it open, motioning with his fingers to a nearby demon.

“Chain her, break her knees if you have to, I don’t bloody care what you do but she is to not leave this room.”

She ran towards the door, but the demon stepped inside and grabbed her by the hair, throwing her in the corner of the room, where she had hidden the chains with a blanket.

She fought back with everything she got but she could feel Crowley’s power holding her as he stood in the doorframe.

She stopped fighting when the last chain around her neck was secured. She looked at the floor when she saw Crowley’s perfectly polished shoes.

“It would all be so much easier if you just worked along with the plan, instead of being such a pain in my ass.” He sighed, turned around and left the room, locking the doors behind him.

She felt the hands of exhaustion grip her tight. Her powers were getting stronger, but they also wore her out. She attempted to tug the chains lose but they had made them stronger, again.

With a sigh she rested her back against the wall, her eyes feeling heavy. She would get out. And she wouldn’t do it alone.

She slowly started dozing off, her mind on Dean and on a way how to get them both out of here.

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She tricked them, average demons were never smart. When they brought her her food she had told them Crowley needed assistance with something urgent. The demons didn’t buy it at first of course but when she mentioned the cruel Lord of Crossroads, they were quick on their feet, not quick enough for her to snatch the keys of them.

So here she was, running towards Dean’s his cell, it has been a week, so much could have happened to him in a week.

She felt good again, strong, she didn’t use her powers once this week. She had a set of full batteries and she intended to use them. Because today…

Today is the day they wouldn’t hurt him.

She had spent her time mapping out Hell in her head and there was one place she hadn’t discovered yet : Lilith’s her quarters. She knew Lilith was rarely here, spending her time on Earth. Maybe less demons were there, maybe there was another sky room. They could hide near it.

She saw his cell door in the distances, her feet moving faster along the cold, bloody stones.

She didn’t wait to listen or look to make sure he was alone this time, to busy thinking of the shortest way to the safest place.

She swung the door wide open, her breath got stuck in her throat at the sight before her.

Dean was held by chains around his bare feet, upside down. His hands grasping for the floor to cary some of his weight but he was too high up.

And next to him with a knife in his hand, carving at Dean’s side :

Alastair.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in, care to join, Girly ?” he plunged the knife into Dean’s side “Hold onto that for me.”

She could feel it, the rage, the ever burning flame inside her, raging, fighting to come out. Not yet, she had to wait for him to strike first.

“Let him go” she said, her fists balled by her side, chest heaving.

Never before had she felt such anger.

“As you wish, princess.” He snapped his fingers, making the chain around his feet lose.

Dean fell to the ground, she could hear his wrist snap when he tried to catch his own weight, and an unbearable groan of pain. His good hand grasped the knife to pull it out.

“You’re gonna regret that” she told him, her hair slightly starting to float, she was trying to hold it together as best as she could.

“Oh yeah ? What are you gonna do ?” He stepped closer, taunting her.

“You have no idea what you just stepped into. Do you want me to break another one of your toys ?” He clenched his fist, making Dean scream out, crippling on the floor, blood seeping out of his mouth.

“STOP IT !” Her eyes lighted up.

The walls of the room started to crack under her power, she was a bomb about to explode… Her heart was beating in her temple, she could feel her body, but she could also feel everything around, the air, Dean’s breath, the sweat running on his broken back. She was there, and she was everywhere…

Alastair just laughed at her, he held up his hand towards her and pushed her back against the wall next to where Dean was still curled up on the floor.

The demon shook his head in disappointment.

“You’re still as weak as the day i burned that ugly toy. I honestly don’t know what Crowley sees in you, you’ll never fulfill his ridiculous plan.”

He put his foot on Dean’s neck, pushing down on it, Dean’s hands grasping at the boot that was crushing his airway. His eyes flicking to her.

She felt the pain in his neck, and she felt her own fury set fire to her soul.

“STOP IT NOW !” she pushed herself off the wall, letting the rage consume her as she used everything inside to push Alastair away.

He flew across the room in a gasp. Her hands flicking in a circle to wrap the chains around him.

“Wh-What?! NO you can’t be, THIS CAN’T BE !” Alastair was scared, her grin grew.

He was scared of her.

She balled her fist making the chains tighten around the demon, he started coughing, black smoke seeping out of his mouth.

She ran to Dean, pulling his large arm over her smaller frame to help him up.

“Come on Dean, we have to hurry.”

He limped along with her, good thing she was currently strong enough to carry his weight.

“W-Where ?” he gasped, how she wished he would heal faster…

“Away from here.”

Carrying him was wearing her out, she didn’t think this through. Dean was a big guy and Lilith’s quarters were on the other side of Hell. They weren’t going to make it…

Still, she pushed through, she had no other choice. No other place was safe enough to hide for an entire day, more if she could.

After running for hours, using all she had to push every demon in their path away, she could finally see it.

The golden door. A door she had never seen the other side of. It was engraved with many symbols and a Sun on the top of it.

The only place demons weren’t allowed to enter, no one would look for them here.

She carefully put Dean down with his back against the wall.

“Stay here.” She turned to the big door, her hands grasping at the handles to push it open. But it wouldn’t give. She pushed with all she had, but it was like there was a wall behind it.

An eerie laugh made her turn around.

Lilith…

No…

No no no… She wasn’t supposed to be here for days.

She ran to stand in front of Dean.

“Well you’re a long way from home” Lilith said, clapping her hands. “I heard you were on a rampage, even took down Alastair. I’m impressed, princess.”

“Go away !” she yelled towards Lilith. She knew she couldn’t win against her… No one could.

“Mh I don’t think so, he ordered to take you back to your room” Lilith stepped closer.

“NO !” She put her hands up to try stop her, but she couldn’t.

“Oh princess, Alastair might be big.” Lilith clenched her fist, sweeping Y/n up in the air by the neck.

Moving her fist inwards, Y/n flew until an inch away from Lilith’s face.

“But I’m bigger” she whispered in her ear.

Lilith motioned with her fingers toward a demon, while Dean grunted in pain, looking up at her. Would he be punished because of her ? Had she made things worse ?

Her floating hair fell back on her shoulder, as her hopes shattered deep inside of her.

“Take the Winchester back, I’ll deal with this one.”

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Her light just went out.

She stop watching the time, days and nights had no meaning in Hell anyway.

Nothing had any meaning.

Demons came and went. Even Crowley came to see her laying here, on her side, chains around her neck and waist. He tried to tell her this would never have happened if she hadn’t left and confronted Alastair. But she didn’t speak, her eyes perfectly still on an invisible point, the same for days, or weeks. He had threatened her, gotten mad. But she just stayed still.

Her light had just died.

After a while, they took off the chains, saying she had to move, eat, anything. But she stayed lying among the iron ropes, as still as a corpse.

She didn’t care about the punishments of Lilith or the wrath of Alastair. She didn’t mind the pain, the threats, the screams… Her light went out when she lost her hope.

The instant Dean’s eyes closed on the floor, to not see that demon come for him at Lilith’s order that day, after hours of running with her despite the pain, trusting her completely.

She just made things worse and nothing would never change. They were saying Lucifer’s rise was close and she knew her fate was in his hands, nevermind how bad she fought.

She couldn’t be his firefly, because she had no light left in her.

Until one day… Or a night maybe. Her thoughts were lost in the void for days, when they reached a memory : The memory of Alastair’s eyes when she had crushed him with those chains. Her mind followed that path and it was paved with memories of Dean’s little smiles, of the Sky room, of his tales of finding Sam after all those years, of overcoming death…

It was the path of hope.

Without really thinking, she got up. Feeling like she was rising from the ashes of her own burning rage that had consumed her own heart.

She walked out of her room, her back straight, her face stern and proud. Walking in those corridors she didn’t fear. They had made her lose the only thing she owned and now she had nothing to lose, she had nothing to fear left.

“Hey ! What are you doing here ?” a demon called her. “You should be in that room !”

“And you should bow” she stated with her eyes darken. “I shall be your Queen.”

The demon stared at her face and shake his head like an animal trying to chase an unpleasant feeling. When she kept walking, he didn’t follow; still exhaling the sulfur out of his giant form like a confused bull.

She reached Dean’s cell quick, without really thinking of the way. She pushes the door and stood in it’s frame.

“Firefly ?” Dean gasped before choking on blood, curled up in the corner. “I… I was starting to think I had dreamed you.”

Tears rolled down his face when she got closer.

She kneeled next to him and cupped his face. He looked at her deeply, his eyes roaming her features with a frown like he was confused by the absence of smile on her face. She couldn’t smile yet, but thanks to him, she now knew she would be able to again.

“It will take a week or a century, but I am taking you out of here, Dean. You hear me ?”

His eyes widen.

“Whatever the cost.”

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sandbees · 4 years ago

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Okay I was thinking about how the other charathers that Arent the great Seven would react to the NRC students in the house of mouse AU. Like i can Imagine Azul asking Ariel if She wants ti make a deal with him and Ariel Is like "lol no", or the First year see Cruella de vil at One of the tables and they are like "She look so much like Crewel that She's giving us PTSD" or kalim and Aladdin becoming buddies :D.

Well, let me put in some headcannons then:

Word goes around that some of the Great Disney villains come to visit Yuu and everyone gets jealous.

So now whenever Yuu goes to work they always get asked to have them visit their world.

So, Yuu just says, “Meh ok, you guys can visit me whenever just ask one of the Great Seven or go through the mirror in my dressing room-“

And suddenly Yuu gets someone they met from the House of Mouse ever other day. It’s literal chaos and Yuu doesn’t know if they should feel exasperated or flattered.

Anyways, here’s some interactions between the dorms and some Disney Characters:

Heartslybul: Obviously when Alice comes to visit, she comments on how Heartslybul reminds her of the Queen of Hearts’ garden. When Yuu mentions that they paint the roses red, Alice sarcastically asks, “Does the dorm leader behead people who don’t paint the roses?” “...Well, he’s more lenient now but...” “...You’re serious?”

Ace and Alice get along swimmingly, basically quick quips and a lot of teasing. Yuu regrets introducing them to each other because they know the two are going to get into some sort of trouble. Deuce also gets along with Alice, though he can get lost in Alice’s rambles in imagination.

I think Alice would get along with Trey and Cater. I mean, they both give big brother vibes (Trey more than Cater). Trey would give Alice some tarts and Alice is like, “....He’s cool.”

Cater is going to take a bunch of pictures, and Alice is very curious about the device he’s holding (I don’t think phones or the internet existed during Alice’s time so...). Cater ends up teaching Alice about the internet and phones.

Riddle...ohhh noo. Once Alice broke one of the 810 rules and Riddle lightly scolded her for it. Alice thinks most of the rules are ridiculous and while Riddle has toned down on being strict, he’ll quickly get annoyed with Alice questioning the rules. There’s rules for a reason! The dorm was founded on these rules!!

Savannaclaw: It’s Simba, obviously. He’s curious to see the dorm after his...nefarious uncle. It’s much more nicer than he expected, though he’s a little off put by the dorm’s...rowdiness.

But he’s impressed with the Magishift practices they have when Yuu showed them.

He likes Jack, right off the bat. Jack has this sense of justice that he can relate to. I think they would get along pretty well. Oh, and probably how strong and buff Jack is.

Simba is wary of Ruggie, due to him being a hyena beastmen. He has...bad memories of hyenas. His wariness is correct, since Ruggie has tried to swindle Simba and Yuu to do some of his work. Does the relationship get better? Only if Yuu makes them hang out with each other haha.

Leona reminds Simba of Scar...to a certain degree. Lazy, cunning, and has this look where it seems like he could be planning something nefarious...

Ok, maybe not that bad, but Simba is weary of Leona. He kind of expected a character similar to Scar since this is the dorm based on him but...still. It’s really odd. It’s kind of rocky, but if Cheka comes over to visit, well...it could get better.

I mean, Leona does find Cheka annoying and calls him a brat but...Simba can tell there’s no malicious desire towards Cheka, which raises Leona’s “evil people don’t interact” list. That doesn’t mean Leona’s in the clear, but he’s ok.

Octavinelle: Surprise, surprise, it’s Ariel! She comes over, human legs and all. (Don’t worry! She got them from the nicer sorcerers). She wanted to visit Yuu and see how great NRC was! They had fun, and then they went to Mostro Lounge.

Ariel is terrified of the Tweels. They give her this...off putting feeling and they’re very intimidating. She does not trust them at all. She does like how they get up close and how they speak as if she’s some poor soul waiting to be taken advantage over.

That’s also why she does not trust Azul at all. He reminds Ariel of Ursula - especially when he tries making a contract with her. Uh-uh, no way. Never again.

This leads to Ariel dubbing NRC a dangerous place for Yuu to stay at. Why doesn’t Yuu come live with her and her family back at her world? Surely it’s much more safer than here! Why, Melody already sees Yuu as a big sibling so why not just stay at the castle permanently?

Ursula fumes at the thought of her enemy trying to take Yuu away and become their parent. That’s her role, dammit!

Scarabia: Kalim invites Aladdin, actually. It’s the most funniest scenario. Yuu mentioned to Kalim about the street rat that wooed the princess and Kalim says, “:00 WE SHOULD INVITE HIM!!” Jamil sighs and facepalms.

It’s actually going great! Aladdin is kind of shocked at the big party that Kalim threw, but it was a great welcome. He’s shook that Kalim apparently trusted Aladdin enough to show him the treasury room. “It’s open for all of the dorm to use! I don’t need much of it!”

Wasn’t NRC rumored to be a villain’s school??? What is this ball of sunshine doing here???

Actually, the Scarabia duo are good in his eyes. Sure, a little rough around the edges with Kalim being a bit too naive and Jamil being more of a watching snake, but they’re better than what he expected. Aladdin gets along with them pretty well!

And then they go on a carpet ride when Kalim introduces Aladdin to his magic flying carpet.

Yuu and Jamil scream at the two of them to get down as they fly across the night sky.

Pomfiore: oh no. Oh no no no. Snow White visiting Pomfiore is like...Neige visiting.

Vil is cold to Snow White, and she knows why. She’s seen the images that Yuu had of this “Neige Leblanc”. He certainly reminds her of her younger days. Which is why she completely understands why Vil is so standoffish of her.

What she doesn’t expect is Rook singing her praises and also kind of...watching her. It’s low key creepy but Yuu says it’s normal and since he doesn’t mean any harm Snow White lets it slide. They do have a good conversation though. Snow White learns to understand Rook’s...eccentric hobbies.

Epel and Snow White go together like apples and oranges. They go pretty well together, but they have contrasting differences. They could be passed of as siblings with their cute looks, as much as Epel hates to admit it. Though I’d like to think they have this “Soft big sister with a gremlin of a little brother” dynamic. Or “Big sister that is harmless but has a badass little bother” dynamic. Just...a cool sibling dynamic, basically.

Ignihyde: Hercules comes by when he hears that a dorm was based off of Hades. He had to see what it was like. He expected the doom and gloom, but he didn’t expect all the technology.

He and Ortho go along swimmingly. I mean, he’s pretty chill around the more upbeat and cheery dorm member, at least. (Seriously, the others were such buzzkills). He also gets a good impression on Idia when Ortho affectionately talks about his big brother! Wow, so the kids here do have a heart! Unlike Hades-

Ok, so as much as Ortho talks so highly of Idia, Hercules does not see how Ortho does. I mean, Idia is a complete shut in and gloomy recluse! Why do you stick around him?! It isn’t until he speaks his mind about that comment does Ortho turn into a crazy murder machine. (“How DARE you speak of that about my brother!!”) Yuu has to save Hercules and the entire dorm before Ortho blows up the school.

So now Hercules sees how inseparable the two are and how much they care for each other, which yeah, that’s pretty cool. (Is also low key jealous, how come his half brothers weren’t like that?)

Diasomnia: Aurora visits with Maleficent. Both do not share ill will after their stories are completed. They actually do make amends. So Maleficent invited Aurora to see her grandson, and Aurora politely accepts.

They have tea with Malleus, and it is a very pleasant conversation. Aurora gets along well with Malleus, even suggesting maybe she should invite him and Maleficent to her kingdom one day. (Maybe when she gives birth to a beautiful baby. Maleficent liked that)

Lilia is also a fun one to be around! Aurora was so surprised by his scare that she had laughed. Ah, what a funny fae! Why, she hadn’t laughed this hard since...well, never. She likes Lilia and will come by if she needs a good laugh.

Poor Sebek though....he acts all uptight around Aurora because she’s a Queen and also aquatinted with Maleficent...he must be respectful to her at all costs! It takes a long time for Sebek to at least act a little casual around her. Maleficent says it’ll take some time, though Aurora isn’t sure if that time will come on her lifetime...but for the meantime, she is still happy to be around Sebek’s presence and have pleasant conversations with him.

Aurora and Silver...ok, let me say this: they got along during a sleepover. The Diasomnia gang + Maleficent and Aurora had a sleepover in the dorms to “better know each other”. I also think Aurora would feel sympathy for Silver if the conversation of him tending to fall asleep came up. Heavens knows she still has her sleepy spells even after her curse was broken.

Also- wofhenod I just imagine Aurora and Silver walking in the forest together and a bunch of animals surround them. (Yuu finds them and cries when they actually attracted a bunch of adorable puppies (or whatever animal you find cute). Cute, adorable animals that are so gentle with them that they start to cry due to stress from being at NRC (Silver and Aurora look at Yuu with concern and gently start comforting them)

Winfendien Suddenly I want a twin dynamic with Silver and Aurora. Even a sibling dynamic would be cool. Just two sleepy siblings that won’t hesitate to kick your ass.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland yuu #house of mouse au #Disney characters #ask #aladin #alice in wonderland #lion king #little mermaid #snow white #hercules disney #sleeping beauty

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Fake Boyfriend | Chapter 4: Kook Conventions

JJ x Kook!reader

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You’re a Kook Princess who has everything you ever wanted... until your handsome Kook Prince dumps you for a hot new fling. To save your reputation, you bribe the one person he hates the most, JJ Maybank, to pretend to be your boyfriend for the summer. All’s fair in love and war. But where do you draw that line when you’re suddenly wishing your fake boyfriend is your real one?

note: slight mention of panic attack

If there was anything you learned about JJ that Friday, it was that he was the absolute worse at sticking to the plan.

For one, he spent so much time looking for the tennis courts, instead of following your clearly written out instructions, that he ended up being late altogether to pick you up. What was supposed to be a grand gesture turned into you sitting on the front steps, while the sun was near done setting, waiting for stupid JJ while everyone else had already left.

“What the hell took you so long?!” you scolded, slamming the truck door shut in annoyance once he finally showed up.

“This place is confusing as hell! I kept having to make loops. It is called Figure Eight for a reason,” he tried to justify, pulling out of the lot.

“JJ I texted you specific instructions on how to get here!” you groused, rubbing your temple, “Anyways, it’s fine, whatever. Let’s just hurry home so I can get ready. My house is just a little bit up that way.”

“Yeah, uh, about that,” JJ mentioned sheepishly, keeping his eyes on the road, “I kinda have to help Pope and Poppa Heyward with something right now. It will only take an hour tops! I’ll just meet you at the party after I’m done.”

You groaned loudly, face-palming yourself. “JJ what the hell! I told you specifically to cancel your plans tonight. It was supposed to be our debut!”

“I did! I just,” he scratched the back of his neck, “kinda broke one of their carts this afternoon, so I have to help them fix it for tomorrow. I think they’re catering your little brunch thingy.”

“How did you even break the cart to begin with?!”

He hid his face from your dagger-eyes and admitted in a low voice, “I, uh, tried to surf on it down a hill when they weren’t looking.”

You had to fight the urge to smack him upside the head, but you didn’t want to risk him veering off the road. Lucky bastard.

“Fine,” you grumbled, “Just make sure you’re on time to the party.” You then eyed his outfit up and down. Even in the little sunlight that emitted from outside, you could tell it was all dirty from his day activities. “And please change into something a little nicer,” you added, “These Kooks would run you to the ground with that on.”

JJ dropped you off at your house and sped away as you unlocked the door into a near empty house. Looks like it would just be you and Alfred for dinner.

Your parents were headed off to the mainland for some business convention. Thankfully, your presence was not needed which saved you an entire day of pretending to be a perfect obedient daughter. It was an exhausting act.

Most teens your age would kill for a night alone, but after countless nights sleeping isolated in a big empty house, it got old and depressing. Most of the time, you’d sleep over at Sarah’s for some kind of company. You were always welcomed at the Camerons’.

Greeting Alfred your usual hello at the foyer, you darted upstairs to wash off and get ready with the little time you had left. The aroma of filet mignon and freshly seasoned veggies filled the house air.

“Oh and Alfred,” you called out over the intricate metal banister, “It’ll just be me eating tonight, so just set the table for one please.”

“Miss Y/n, your friend is not coming?” he asked with hints of concern. You just shook your head with a sad smile. “No, he had to run last minute.”

Alfred gave you a curt nod, making way back into the kitchen while you dashed into the bathroom.

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Instead of throwing JJ straight into the shark’s tank (even though, given his already poor track record, you strongly contemplated throwing him to literal sharks), you decided it was best to ease him into the whole boyfriend role.

You figured he’d be more in touch with his aura if you invited him to a Kook party first— which was exactly where you were, furiously texting him where on earth he was.

It was already ten o’clock. The party started hours ago, and he was nowhere to be found. An hour with Pope your ass!

Flopping onto the giant living room couch in Billy Irvine’s mansion, you frowned amongst the throng of drunk privileged kids. Around you, the Glossy Posse was gossiping with other Kooks about some of the summer newcomers while sleazy guys from out of town tried to grab their attention. It never worked.

“So y/n,” Chloe asked next to you on the couch, “I have some great news! It’s no secret that you need a date to the all the fundraiser events, and I might just have one for you! My cousin, Gerald, is coming into town next week, so I can totally set you guys up!”

She proceeded to show you pictures on her phone of a lanky tall guy with discolored hair and a creepy smile. You resorted to taking a gulp of your drink to hide your horrified expression. “Thanks, but, uh, no thanks. I actually have a date already,” you informed, typing away heatedly at your phone for JJ to arrive that instant or so help you.

“Ooh, who is it?” Ivy nosily chimed in at the mention of you finally having a date. From the couch over, you also saw Anne-Marie and Warren lean their heads closer to get the scoop.

Jeez, were people really that interested in your love life?

“It’s-”

Before you could reveal the name, a loud ‘ding’ went off from your phone followed by a text from JJ to alert you that he was out front. “Oh! He’s actually here right now,” you announced, hopping up from your seat to collect your very problematic date.

“You’re late, again!” you scolded to the blond standing all gloomy at the front of the stone curved driveway. He changed into a nicer grey long-sleeve with khaki shorts and his signature red snapback, much to your relief. It didn’t quite match with your intricate white romper, but it would do for the time being.

“The guard wouldn’t let me in the gate! I ended up having to sneak through one of the fences,” JJ explained. You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous excuse. “Then why didn’t you just call me to let you in?” you pointed out.

“It was more fun this way,” he peskily grinned, earning himself a smack on the arm. The guy was impossible. “Ow!” he whined, rubbing the spot. Ignoring his complaints, you seized his hand and led him inside. It was about time!

The foyer flashed with various-colored LED lights while thundering rap music echoed from basically every corner of the house. All around, eyes gawked at you stepping through the Victorian-style entryway with a Pogue of all people. It was like walking into a cave of bats.

“Anyways,” you began, disregarding all the probing eyes, “This is Billy Irvine’s place. It’s the nicest house on the Eight. His parents are out of town right now, so we’re celebrating the Glossy Posse’s birthdays.”

It alway was a coincidence to you how all three of them had birthdays on back-to-back days. Witchcraft, honestly.

“Those bitches?” JJ grimaced at the mention of his sworn female enemies, “Ew why? They hate the Pogues.”

“Just shut up and suck it up. Here,” you grabbed a glass from the champagne tower in the middle of the spacious room, “Have a drink to get your mind off it.”

“Champagne? What the hell is this, England?” he yelped, taking a swig. Rolling your eyes, you hoped the alcohol would alleviate his irritability for the night. Fortunately, the blaring music was enough to drown out his constant bickering.

“Now put your arm around me! It’s time to make our rounds,” you demanded. He obliged and you turned on your best lovestruck game-face, giving him the grand tour of the mansion.

Billy’s mom was also one of the important people of the Island Club, so you had been going over there ever since you were nine being that your moms were friends. Still, you were always amazed by the extravagance of their house. You could tell JJ was also in shock of it all too.

It looked like a castle with two grand marble staircases circling the front with a tall vintage Tiffany chandelier hanging over everything. The floors were the shiniest white marble even with hundreds of teenagers recklessly dancing and slipping all over it.

“Damn, so this is how the other side lives,” JJ commented, marveling at how the LED lights reflected off the diamonds on the chandelier.

He slid his hand down to your waist as you stood closer to his side, taking a whiff of his teakwood cologne. Deep down, it was nice to have someone to attend parties with you, even if it was fake and with JJ.

You took him up the right staircase where plastered kids— some you recognized from school, some just in town for the summer— stumbled up and down the stairs or sloppily made out while pinned to the side walls. Realistically, it didn’t seem that off-brand to JJ’s party scene.

“We’re only staying an hour right?” JJ reminded in your ear as you approached the open bar upstairs. Yes, the Irvine’s had a literal bar in their second level.

“Yes, grumpy!”

“Do you know if Sarah and John B are coming?” JJ continued to question. You settled on top of a retro bar stool as he leaned against the Irvine’s prized rustic bar.

“No,” you answered, “Sarah doesn’t come to these because Topper’s here. And she hates Kooks.”

“She’s the smarter one of you two!” JJ shouted among the loud music. You shook your head and whacked him again, but lightly this time. Seemed that would be you guy’s thing— hitting.

Even in their inebriated states, Kooks were still staring at you like you had grown a third arm. Which, honestly, was what being with JJ felt like half the time. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the Glossy Posse and Warren making their way to you with either wide or curious eyes.

Oh boy.

“Y/n!” they exclaimed, shoving through the crowd. You matched their seemingly gleeful expressions, though you knew deep down they were judging you hard.

“You must be y/n’s date,” Ivy stated without much of a formal introduction.

“Aren’t you that Pogue from the Boneyard that always tries to hit on us?” Chloe brought up once she got a better look at JJ’s face. You snorted, but no one heard you.

You were slightly worried JJ would take their snarky comments the wrong way and lash back, but his cocky grin still laid proudly on his face as he held his hand out to your girl friends. “Name’s JJ. And yeah, I’m y/n’s new man.”

New man. Well, that was certainly a title. All of the Glossy Posse’s threaded eyebrows shot up at the word.

“Y/n,” Anne-Marie said in amazement, “You didn’t tell us you were dating again.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to keep it kinda lowkey,” you lied, signaling JJ to put his arm around you again.

Expecting your friends to stick up their nose at him or give you guys condemnatory looks, you were surprised to find they were more stunned than snobby. Intrigued, you caught them eyeing JJ up and down as if he possessed some kind of magical charm.

From behind the group, you saw Warren trying to stick his hand out at JJ to introduce himself as the girls did kinda take center stage earlier, shielding him out. “Don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Warren, Warren Van Doren.”

JJ had to hold back a laugh at the sound of his rhyming name. So immature.

“Hey man, I’m JJ. Nice to meet you,” he greeted, shaking his hand, “Wait a sec, aren’t you that quarterback that got in that fight at regionals last year?”

Warren smiled sheepishly and looked away. “Yeah, that was me.”

You remembered that fight. The video of it actually went viral for like a week. Warren was a very nice guy, but pissed of, he was an animal. He pummeled the shit out of some of other players during that game. The topic of fighting seemed to bond the two boys as they unknowingly drifted away in their own conversation. Thank God, you were glad that at least one of the boys there would be friendly towards JJ.

“Wow, look what the cat dragged in,” Chloe announced, gesturing towards the stairway. All four of your heads turned to see Max and Anya parade up to the top step linked to one another.

That was the cue.

Furtively, you nudged at JJ’s side, interrupting his football conversation. You gave him an alerting look that said ‘look like you’re in love with me ASAP’ and he quickly enveloped his arm around you to pull you close.

Given the fact that you and JJ hardly knew each other, much less touched, it was a very ungraceful and awkward gesture. Even Warren shot you both a weird look. Either way, you figured it would be perfected after going at it a few times.

Just as the Hollywood couple sauntered in to the packed bar area, JJ dipped his face closer to yours. It was a nice touch to the act. He started whispering some stupid joke in your ear that you could hardly make out among the music and chatter, but you went along with it anyway, playfully slapping at his chest. He even placed his snapback on your head backwards. You almost yelled at him for ruining your hair, but for the sake of the show you were putting on, you pretended it was the cutest thing.

You tried not to look at Max as he passed, as you didn’t want to make things so obvious. But in the split second you did glance his way, his mouth flew agape. In that moment, you knew you had him right in the palm of your hand from twenty feet away. The evil laugh cackled inside your head while you raked your hands through JJ’s hair. It was surprisingly soft.

For the next few minutes, you could feel Max’s stare bore into you back as you leaned closer to JJ, kissing up his jawline and cheek.

“Damn, y/n, didn’t know you felt like this about me,” JJ teased.

“Shut up. I’m giving them a show,” you hissed with an infatuated smile to mask your threats.

“They’re gone now,” JJ noted lowly in your ear. You both detached like repelling magnets.

Fortunately, the posse and Warren dispersed among the crowd while you and JJ acted out your little PDA scene— it was probably from discomfort, if you were being honest. You did make sure not to hold anything back while you were draped all over JJ.

“Is that it?” JJ droned, back to his normal whiny self, “Am I done? Can we leave?”

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head, but with a grin this time. “Yes, you idiot, we can leave now.”

“Finally!”

JJ’s hand crept to your lower back as you both weaved through the mass of people to the exit. Before you could make it halfway down the staircase, however, you heard a rumbling behind you that stopped both your tracks. Warren’s six-four gigantic self was rummaging down the stairs, leaving booms in his wake.

“JJ! JJ!” he called out, grabbing hold of your fake boyfriend’s arm, “JJ dude, you gotta check out this new game system Billy has upstairs in the game room. You can play live Madden!”

“What?!” JJ’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas as Warren tugged you both back up the stairs with his giant football-player muscles.

“Dude it’s fucking sick! You gotta try it out,” Warren kept insisting. You knew JJ wouldn’t be able to resist. His eyes were practically glowing with excitement when he turned back to you as if to ask for some kind of approval.

“Okay, I’m just going to stay for one game,” he swore but you were a hundred-and-ten percent sure he’d be hooked and you could stay for much longer.

“Knock yourself out, Maybank,” you responded with a knowing smile, shooing him off to some depth of the Irvine’s enormous home. When he disappeared, you took the liberty to go search for your friends and finally enjoy the party for yourself.

As you predicted, one game turned into thirty real quick. It was well past midnight and JJ was still buried away somewhere doing who knows what. You didn’t mind. Warren was very responsible and you trusted him to take care of your date.

Plus, it gave you enough time to take rounds of various colored jello shots with Billy, dance on Mrs. Irvine’s countertops with the birthday girls, and devour the four-tiered tiramisu cake with fake-puking Barbie doll toppers that you helped pick out at the bakery.

When it got around one thirty, you grew a little concerned about JJ’s whereabouts so you sent him a quick text just to make sure he was okay and not shoving his head down a toilet. Your phone chimed back instantly—

Im jus fine y/n!!! One mor game! I almos beat War Ins Ass! Fuckin kwarter back!

Oh yeah, he was definitely gone. You texted your family’s driver to come by in about thirty minutes to make sure he’d get home safely. Then, you proceeded to dig in to your third slice of cake. Unlike the rest of your friends, you embraced the joy that was carbs— especially when you were drunk and there was chocolate involved.

JJ came downstairs a few minutes later and found where you were sitting on the couch surrounded by your circle of friends. Even amid the dark yet colorful beaming lights, his hair was still its usual sweaty mess with eyes a tad droopy, indicating just how drunk he was.

“Y/n! There’s my baby!”

He walked up and collapsed right onto your lap, tossing a dangly arm around you. You kept his snapback on for the entire night, assuming your hair was probably a bird’s nest underneath it. Everyone around seemed amused at the sight, and a few girls from school even began asking how you two started dating.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Well, that was until your thigh circulation began ceasing due to JJ’s bony ass on it. You immediately demanded that you switch places with him, and he sloppily obliged. The throng around you giggled, intrigued by the new lovey-dovey couple. Secretly, you ate up the attention and knew JJ did too.

He was in the middle of telling everyone a dumb Boneyard party story when Max and Anya entered the living room premises. They looked like they were fixing to leave. Your date felt you tense a little in his lap and caught on to your sudden judder.

Boldly, JJ made direct eye contact with Max and threw him one of those ‘what’s up’ nods. Then, out of nowhere, in his completely trashed state, JJ cupped both of your cheeks and planted a very brazen kiss on your lips for everyone to see. Shutting your eyes, you heard a few whistles from the crowd around you, especially when he, very obviously, added his tongue to the mix.

JJ was a good kisser, you had to admit. It quite literally, took your breath away when he pulled back. Biting your lip, you mimicked his shit-eating grin while he pressed his perspiration-filled forehead on yours. It was a huge acne-hazard just waiting to happen. But, like the snapback, you didn’t care. It was the most thrilling thing you had done in months.

“Don’t look now, but Vega and his girl have their jaws dropped to the floor behind you,” he muttered in your ear. You giggled and held onto him closer, leaning your head on his chest.

It was probably be best fifteen hundred bucks you had ever spent.

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The next morning was your mom’s weekly Saturday brunch. By default, you showed up an hour early to help greet the guests, frequently checking your watch and phone to see when JJ would arrive.

You had a tennis tournament earlier that morning, however, you didn’t even bother making your fake boyfriend go. After the events of last night, you knew he’d be too hungover in the morning and wouldn’t wake up in time for it. He was getting to be very predictable.

At t-minus five minutes until the brunch started, everyone had already made their way into the ballroom. That left just you waiting in the lobby area for your date. The look on your face was just about ready to kill JJ whenever he walked through the door. You also didn’t see Sarah and John B arrive either, so you assumed they would be a no-show yet again.

About a minute past noon, the blond sauntered past the doors wearing a black suit that looked two sizes to big for him with hideous shoulder pads. You presumed it was his dad’s old one. He also had on jet black sunglasses to mask the grogginess from the party, but it was pretty evident he looked and felt like shit.

“You’re late again!” you hissed through gritted teeth, snatching his hand like he was an uncontrollable child. Maybe you should invest in a leash and collar for him since he could never get his attendance right.

“What do you mean? You said noon,” he yawned, unfazed at your irritation.

“The brunch starts at noon!” you jeered, “That means you have to show up early!”

“Well you failed to mention those rules,” he tried to bicker back, but you flashed him one of your bitch-looks before he could go any further. That had him shriveling at the sight.

“Whatever, just hurry up and let’s get seated,” you ordered, leading him through the majestic looking double doors, “And take off those sunglasses!”

Much to your dismay, the doors made a very loud creaking noise when they opened. Just about everyone did a double-take to see you arrive late and with a woozy-looking boy shoving sunglasses in his suit pocket.

Eyes were glued on you while judgmental whispers filled the already tense air. There was a small churn in your stomach as you weaved through the round tables. Something was also gnawing at your brain, telling you that it was a terrible, terrible idea. You attempted to brush it aside, though, as you and JJ took your seats.

For some odd reason, the Glossy Posse didn’t show the same enthusiasm towards JJ like the did at the party. They were back to their pretentious ways— you figured it was probably just their hangover attitude.

On the other hand, Warren happily greeted JJ when he sat down, exchanging one of those typical ‘bro’ handshakes. They started chatting on about the previous night while you tried to make small talk with the girls. Unfortunately, they were still being short with you and were, very obviously, throwing looks at JJ, along with their dates.

Glancing to your parents’ table, they didn’t look like they cared too much about your situation, having just flown in from their trip. They were too engrossed in entertaining their friends to really pay you any mind. Sometimes you were grateful that they were oblivious to some things. When you look over at the Vegas, however, Mr. and Mrs. Vega both sent you a disapproving look. The other families followed.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were in over your head at that point. Was it a mistake bringing JJ to this event?

The servers came out and made their rounds at the tables, setting bowls of water in front of everyone.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” JJ piped, taking his dessert spoon to sip water from the finger bowl.

“JJ,” you yelled-whispered as guests continued to stare.

“What?” he chided back with an attitude, completely unaware of his surroundings.

“The water is for your fingers.”

His face shot up from the bowl and scanned the room at people dipping their fingers into their respective bowls. “Oh shit,” he sputtered as your entire table tried to hide their snorts.

When the food finally came out, it didn’t really get any better. Baked chicken was on the menu and, well, JJ was the only one in the room who didn’t use a fork and knife. Everyone stared at him incredulously as he used his hands to gobble up his plate. Though, the boy didn’t seem to notice any of the baffled eyes.

Attempting to shield your red face, you continued to take tiny bites from your food, hoping the next hour would go by fast.

You hoped too soon.

As soon as JJ was done eating, he let out a loud belt to where the tables around you could hear. Warren high-fived him. At least someone got a kick out of it. You, along with the rest of the guests, had nothing but revolt on your faces.

Once the plates were cleared, the servers brought out creme brûlée for dessert. You were grateful it was something semi-clean to eat. JJ seemed to get a knack out of all the food. He even leaned over to you with his mouth full and muttered, “This food is fantastic! My compliments to the chef.”

You half-smiled back in embarrassment and took a spoon-full of your dessert. Thankfully, your mom waltzed over when you were half-way through to ask for your help carrying in the posters and stands from the lobby that displayed all the charity and donation information.

Immediately, you rose and scattered out, away from all the the dense room.

At the front, you began picking up the easel stands to bring inside until you spotted the jet-black locks of the last person you wanted to run into that afternoon. You almost dropped the large items in your hands when he came up to you.

“So, I see you brought Maybank here. Looks like he’s really enjoying himself in there,” Max commented dryly beside you. Mrs. Vega must have asked him for a hand as well.

You winced at the oozing criticism in his voice. It was the first time you had spoken to him one-on-one since the breakup.

”Yeah, we’re, uh, kind of together now,” you mentioned, lugging a display. He grabbed the two remaining and rushed to keep up with you, following you back in.

Out of nowhere, he let out disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, y/n, you and Maybank?”

Taken aback by his brashness, you stopped right before the ballroom doors, frowning. “Yeah,” you shot back sternly, “Why not? I get along with him fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me. The guy’s a total tool. I’ve told you that from the beginning. Trust me, I know.”

“Know what? What’s good for me?” you pressed, growing more and more exasperated at the sound of his deep and raspy voice.

It was sexy, no doubt, but just the things that were coming out of his mouth made you want to slap him silly. How dare he prance up to you in his gorgeous light blue Armani suit and tell you what’s good for you!

“I just know who you are, y/n,” he went on calmly, with not an ounce of anger present in his tone, “And JJ’s just not a good guy for you.”

You were seeping with outrage at that point. Hiking in a breath, you spoke with the speckles of tranquility you had left in you. “Well I appreciate your concern, though I hardly understand why you have any for me. But we broke up, Max. You completely lost the right to tell me any of that.”

With that, you furiously stomped into the brunch and set the displays at the front for your mom. Max looked dumbstruck as he trailed behind. But you didn’t care.

“Everything okay? Did something happen with Vega?” JJ asked when you got back to your seat. You remained silent. It was the only way to keep yourself from screaming.

It was all too much— the piercing stares, the messy eating, Max.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you informed to JJ as he listened to another one of Warren’s football stories, “And then we’re leaving.”

Before he could respond, you were already racing to the bathroom as fast as your Jimmy Choo wedges could take you.

You needed air. And fast.

Bursting through the bathroom door, you heaved yourself into the biggest stall and flopped down on the toilet seat, taking in deep breaths to calm yourself. It didn’t help much. The room was still twirling like you were on the Graviton at a carnival. Too nauseous from it all, you didn’t even care that you were ruining your new white Valentino dress.

You just wanted to hurl inside the antique-decorated bathroom but couldn’t. It was miserable. But at least the bathroom was empty.

All the seeming success of last night crumbled away with every disapproving look or whisper of the guests. And then Max— that fucking asshole. Your head was thumping endlessly as you felt the stress knots crawl up your spine.

What were you thinking? Maybe you were in over your head. No one was believing it. Not for a second.

Even JJ was terrible at playing along. You should’ve known it was just wishful thinking. You knew you had to throw in the towel and told yourself you would call it off once you found some way to stop the hot tears that were streaming down your made-up cheeks.

As you felt your breathing start to normalize, you slowly lifted from the toilet seat and smoothened out your dress. When the bathroom door slammed open against the wall, you immediately fell back down, wanting to avoid any form of human interaction for the rest of your life.

Titters and snickers echoed the air as two girls stumbled in, mid-conversation. They didn’t seem to notice you in the stall at all. Thank God.

“Would you believe y/n? Bringing that dirty Pogue here? She’s gone insane!” A nasally voice spoke by the sinks.

You scrunched your nose, trying to catch a glimpse of their shoes from the opening underneath the stall. You nearly puked. Nameless brand heels? Unacceptable.

“I know! He’s so disgusting and that suit is just repulsive! Does she not have an ounce of embarrassment?” the other one added.

You didn’t recognize their voices, but assumed they probably went to your school by the way they knew you and JJ. A part of you wanted to charge out of the stall and drag their pitiful selves to the ground. But seeing as you were just recovering from a near panic attack, you didn’t have the energy. And they didn’t deserve your breath.

Nevertheless, they still went on.

“Ever since Vega dumped her for California girl, she’s completely gone off the rails. First the hair change and now she’s dating a Pogue like Sarah Cameron is. It’s so pathetic!”

“Seriously, train wreck of the year if you ask me.”

Train wreck? Pathetic? You’ll show them what pathetic is! Especially with those god-awful shoes. Do they have an ounce of embarrassment showing up here with that kind of atrocity?

You were seconds away from emerging from your ashes to put them in their place. But, lucky for them, they escaped before you could come out of confinement.

Huffing, you stormed out of the stall and towards the mirrors to fix yourself. God forbid you’d ever let anyone see you with smeared mascara!

Dabbing a wet cloth on your cheeks to soothe out the redness, you heard the creak of the door opening behind you and immediately tossed it into a bin. You pretended to fix your hair. Fortunately, the redness faded to a soft pink to look like blush.

Anya strolled in the bathroom behind you. Ugh, the cherry on top of the cake.

You faked a tight smile at her. She threw a cheery one at you, walking up the sink next to yours to toss up her bouncy, voluminous hair. “So, I thought you said that guy out there wasn’t you boyfriend,” she pointed out, not taking her eyes off her own reflection.

“Oh, psh, well you know,” you sputtered, not expecting the sudden inquisition, “One thing led to another that night at the Boneyard and it just kinda… happened.”

It was the first real conversation you had with her, and you wanted to hold your breath at the awkwardness. Anya nodded at your answer, puckering her lips slyly. “I just think it’s cute that you’re trying to make Max jealous.”

You almost did a double take. It was so subtle and smooth, her comment almost flew right over your head. “Excuse me?” you shot back, turning to the blonde-haired home-wrecker.

She didn’t even flinch a muscle at your snub expression, just continued to ogle at herself. It was menacing. Evil really did take form in Anya Carmichael.

“Oh, did I need to spell it out for you?” she blinked, “Y/n, you’ve been out of the picture. If you think showing up with that god-awful guy in his dad’s raggedy suit is gonna change Max’s mind about you, I assure you it won’t work.”

She crinkled her eyes in a hateful smile.

What was with people and their audacity that afternoon? Whatever was in their water, you were not about to have any of it. No one spoke to you like that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said blandly, wanting to get under her skin.

“Yes you do,” she snarled back, placing both hands on the sink in a threatening manner, “Look. Max and I are together now. You need to get that in your tiny pea-brain head. Do not play dumb with me. I see you looking over at him every five minutes. Get. Over. It.”

“Like I said,” you responded back in a fake-innocent tone just to push her buttons some more, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Anya. I think all the hairspray is really getting to your head.”

Two can play that game.

She narrowed her almond eyes at you and straightened up proudly. Even though she was way taller than you in her six-inch heels, you still stood your ground, blinking up at her tauntingly. At least your swanky parents taught you that much.

She scoffed. “Give it up, seriously. Using that guy to try to get back at your ex is just pathetic. Max was right about you. You’re just a shallow virgin with a handbag.”

With that, she tossed her hair behind her shoulder and strutted out the door. Your blood was boiling, having half a mind to go out there and rip the bottled-blonde right off her head. You should’ve known it was all an act!

Fuming, you treaded back to the brunch table, your face doing a complete one-eighty once you stepped through the doors. A lady never showed her seething anger underneath.

JJ spotted you and promptly stood up, snatching your purse, and getting ready to leave.

“Sit,” you demanded, pushing him down by the shoulder so his ass plopped back firmly on the chair. The look of utter shock flashed on his face, but he just took it.

“I’m feeling better now. We’re staying,” you informed as if you were a commander at war. You glanced over at the Vegas’ table where Anya hung her arm proudly on Max’s bicep as he made some joke to his table. She threw over a glare at you. No one but you noticed.

You draped an arm on one of JJ’s ridiculously large shoulder pads, nuzzling your nose to his neck. He was still as confused as ever though, but still went along with it, digging his fork into your half-eaten dessert which he later finished.

If Anya wanted a war, you’ll give her one. May the best bitch win.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Amphibia Reviews: The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers/A Day at the Aquarium

Last full episode before hiatus! The Kids have a sleepover in the castle that starts like the Princess Diaries 2 and ends in unspeakable horror, while the Plantars try to spend one final day together without getting sad. Sort of like everyone these days without the final part. One last ride under the cut.

Whelp it’s the end for this batch of episodes which is sad, and i’ll genuinely miss covering these every week. Yeah I have other coverage incoming with Ducktales coming back, eeeee, and current Loud House coverage.. but it was still nice to have something to cover this summer and something to watch every week during this blighted year, as i’ve mentioned before there weren’t any BAD episodes just hard to cover ones and I think by the end I figured out how to do that.. mostly by stopping straight up recaps for more condensed ones. Point is I had fun, grew as a reviewer, and it was a good way to kill a few saturdays, sundays and one or two mondays, and that ain’t bad at all. So before we come back for halloween, let’s send off weekly amphibia coverage in style for now, unless it comes back in November and I look stupid, with this week. Let’s go.

The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers

Well this one took a turn. It was also an excellent one as we got more insight into Marcy and Anne’s friendship with Sasha, and some truly excellent horror. Yes, horror. The Plantar kids head to the castle for the evening for a Sleepover. Turns out the king finally did find something, as did Marcy who’s playing coy about what they found in the hidden library I forgot to mention last time because I was covering 4 episodes at once. Anyway King Keith David has a meeting with them tommorow. So the kids are staying with Marcie to have a fun night together while Hop Pop has a night without the kids to get something head to toe.. it’s better not to ask. They also annoy Olivia who goes off to drink.. juice. Yes the hard juice that comes with a lemon wedge and speedoed servant newt.

It’s also our ambigously gay duo’s first sleepover without Sasha, but their confident they can do this themselves while Sprig is hoping i’tll be good as his first sleepover (And has a creepy closeup about formative memories) Cue a fun montage of everryone annoying olivia and getting into hyjinks round the castle from sillys tring, which is shot from critters, to painting moustaches. It’s fun stuff. Then we go from fun stuff to...

As , in order to stay awake, as being the bastion of pleasantness she is Sasha refused to let them sleep till sunrise, Marcy and Anne initate a SCARE DARE! A SCARE DARE! is a scary dare where the person who dosen’t complete it goes in the book of losers. Which of course was Sasha’s idea, both in general concept and the dares done. What a well adjusted young lady! So naturally our heroes go into the basment they were told to stay out of. They get pass Lady Olvia because she’s passed out drunk on hard lemonade, living the dream as it were. ,Anyway they. find a bunch of tombstones, and then Marcy and Anne taking a selfie (Say desecration) wakes the dead... all because they were both playing chicken. One has to imagine how the kids talking with hop pop would go

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So yeah the ghostly horror terrors chase the kids, who somehow end up in Marcy’s room. So she just has a passage from a floating graveyard contaning horrifying eldtirch ghosts to her room.. a room the king put in for her. Someone protect this child.

So our heroes soon have to deal with the ghosts but luckily sprig’s mirror catching it reveals the mirrors, which were foreshadowed earlier by a hall of mirrors leading into the corpse room, making the ghosts solid and allowing our heroes to fight htem back. Our heroes are exausted, Marcy and Anne reveal that they also chickend out on the scare dare so it’s okay, and Oliva arrives. It’s go time. Final Thoughts: A fun episode that quickly pivots into a great and nightmare inducing one perfect for spooky season coming up soon. I do generally wonder just WHAT those things are, and it’s great setup for whatever’s abotu to come. And while I didn’t mention it in the recap we also get sprig finding some sort of painting and it being of the king, a toad and a frog.. we don’t get to see it clearly so it could be someone else.. but.. it’s clear the king likely has ties to what happened before. But what DID happen before? what are those ghost things? what’s the king’s angle?

Yeah I have no answers for now on what the king’s plan is, or how inocent he is or if that’s his dad, just that something’s clearly wrong. And the omonious chess metaphor told us that.. yeah I do think that bit was kind of a mistake as otherwise while we’d probably still question the king, we would be more conflicted as evidence piled up versus “yeah something’s clearly wrong. “ Then again we genuiely don’t know what his motives or plan is or how well intentioned he is or anything other than he SEEMS nice, and that said game could be a necessary evil for all we know. We just don’t have enough information, even with the ominus bits, to truly know what’s going on and what kind of villian the king is. If he is one at all the show could pull a massive swerve on us.. I mean I doubt it he probably is evil, but I wouldn’t put it past the show. For now let’s move on so I can do more wheel spinning and what not...

Day at the Aquarium

So it’s time for another audience with the king. Turns out he and Mar-mar found out a LOT. Or Marcy did at least, as the above makes clear the king may of known ALL OF THIS already, and just needed Marcy and Anne to think he didn’t long enough for his evil plans. But we do learn a LOT about the gems, the box, and what it does as well as how to fix it...

So let’s not waste time since some of you probably don’t have episode acess this early and want to know: Turns out the calamity box is an interdimensional travel device, and, as far as the king tells us anyway, the king’s ancestors went around from world to world as explorers, possibly the group seen in the picture and just as likely the king himself hiding his role in things. Now how much of the explorer part is TRUE remains up in the air, especially since history also painted Columbus an explorer, including when I was in school, and not you know.. an idiot and a colonizing bastard. History is written by the winners after all so it’s hard to know what’s true, only that the book is likely real: While the king COULD’VE planted it to lead marcy, or had one made up, a fake would’ve been spotted immeditly as we’ve established Marcy is a master detective with batman level deductive skills. Or Elongated Man but I wanted most of you to get the refrence and his adaptation versoins so far haven’t been the kindest to ralph. Anyways, point is that con wouldn’t work on her so the book IS real, as is it’s info on the box.. i’ts just hard to tell what was left out or if this was written before utter diastaer and apocalypse insued. After all Gravity Falls Journal 3 is all fine and dandy about bill before the giant passage about bill not being trusted written in blood and Ford going into a paranoid tailspin after realizing his friend is actually a horrifing monster, literally and figuratively, so we don’t know WHAT could’ve been hidden in a nother book the king could’ve removed at any time before Marcy got there or while she was away on a mission. But yeah while we know there’s probably more to it this is sitll big information, the box connecting to 4 other worlds other than amphibia, which not only opens up the story possiblities but the fan fiction, and that each of the gems can be recharged at three temples, each one of the gems responding to a diffrent trait judging by the symbols, each representing our girls; Purple is strength, and thus sasha, Blue is Heart, Anne, and Green is Brains, Marcy. I do like thisd as it tells us more but only raises further questions, hooking the audience more. It’s great stuff. But our heroines now have a goal.. but unforutnately the Plantars need to go back and Anne can’t go with as Marcy wants her close. It’s harvest season soon and the Plantars have been away long enough. So they have one last day, though both marcy and the king are apologetic and the king offers them a large tissue and upon getting no response just gives it to them as next time we see them with it. it’s both a great gag, and a nice show of kindess from the king and possible diabolical mastermind.

So the Plantars decide to spend their final day with Anne at the aquarium, as it always cheered her up. This goes south as eveyrhting from the eels to the giant kraken to the coral reminds them of their past and leaves the poor group sobbing. Even a water show goes sideways as Sprig sees an eel, but it does lead to the group fighting off the stingrays at the show in an utterly stunning fight sequence. Not the best i’ve seen this month.. but only because I binged what I missed of rise of the tmnt this month and that show’s final figh tis an utter showstopper, as are most of it’s fight, but this is easily on par with most of them. Fluid, well done and emotoinal. Our heroes get thrown out of course, but the thought counts and they decide one last throughly them memory is better than nothing. The final scene is naturally an utter gut punch as we get tearfull goodbyes (sprig and anne forever). Their crying, i’m crying we’re all crying and Hop Pop promises they’ll see each other again. Because family always finds each other. My heart.. it’s too full. here have an apporiate song...

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Let’s see how i’m doing.

Yeah so two things: I’m not going to be able to stop sobbing thinking of this scene so let’s move on and how have I only NOW refrenced gilmore girls on this blog?

But yeah the scene is utterly moving as the Plantars leave and Marcy realises something. She likely was keeping Anne close because she just got her back... but realizes she’s being selfish. It’s not SAID on screen but it’s clear both in Hailey’s voice acting and from the animation what’s going through her head. It’s utterly captivating stuff. So she tells Anne to go with them.. offically because they should have someone they can trust keep an eye on the box, which is a good idea honestly given just giving it to a royal messenger is just asking for it to be stolen. So Marcy will stay behind and prepare, and since she mentioned it before likekly try to find Sasha as she earlier stated they HAVE to find her.. and given what we see with the recharging that’s both because she misses her friend no matter what she’s done, and because she’s vitally important, while Anne goes with the Plantars to get the box and have some more time before they say goodbye forever, with Marcy coming to wartwood to pick it and anne up for the first temple. Because nothing terrible’s ever happened when a plucky youth with a sword went to three seperate temples, especially involving a guy with a beard and full plate armor.

Marcy stares off, sad her friend and possible crush is gone.. but unederstanding that this is what she needs, and that she can’t hold her here.. Anne needs to see her family off.. and we get a tearful reunion as Anne chases after them, passing her friends from “Scavenger Hunt”, and reunites with her family. But of course we can’t end on a happy moment, as we cut back to Marcy whose utterly sad.. and the King who says he has a proposition for her, one she’ll find most agreable.

But yeah we end on that bit of ominus as we close till october.

Final Thoughts: Yeah if it wasn’t obvious this was a great one. Great plot progression, great animation, great emotional hook, good jokes which I dind’t get into for time, and tons of stuff to leave fans wanting more just before the break, but without a HUGE cliffhanger. Sure we don’t know what the King’s planning, but that aside our heroes are still together outside of marcy, and we haave a lot to look forward to whenever the show gets back. I’m hyped. Your hyped. IT’s a good note to go out on, especially since last weeks eps were also excellent and it looks like things are about to pick up. When next we meet it’s an inconsequential, probably, anthology episode, though it should be fun, then whenever new episodes return, wether it be just in november or more likely in February, our heroes return to wartwood! And we’ll find out what everyone’s been up to. Hopefully Ivy didn’t leave sprig. We’ll see. Until then, you can check out this blog for more recaps, as I said i’m covering ducktales as it comes back monday and loud house whenever I can get my meat hooks on the new episodes, and until then say safe and go team venture!

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years ago

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Part Two

W! Drinking, stabby stab, attempted Non C but it does not happen .

Touya,21.The drunk Future King whose only interest is whores and brothels

Natsuo.18. The Middle Sibling who is just like his father

Shoto.16.the youngest and most reserved, has no interest in marriage but would like a companion

Reader is a rebellious princess in a falling Kingdom and is sent off to live with the Todorokis in hopes of marriage to save her family. But Reader has other plans in mind.

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You wasted no time ditching the family for the courtyard after dashing out of the carriage and right past Enji, you were over Natsuo and his creepy behaviour and over this whole arrangement. With a groan you stopped next to some trees and slipped between two large oaks to conceal yourself for a minute. You sat down hugging your knees panting slightly. It was a pretty courtyard, full of flowers funny enough since only men seemed to lived in this rotten castle.

So what now? The King would not be happy at your actions but if he tried to hurt you it would hinder his plans for his precious sons. So you were safe for the most part. The oldest, Touya did not really seem interested in courting you anyway, to focused on his drinking and keeping his brother in line.

The thought of Natsuo made you gag and cough a bit, what an awful person and he's gonna be King eventually? Maybe you could cut his balls off to save whoever marries him. Sighing you relaxed against the tree letting one leg down admiring the clouds that rolled on by, the sky seemed more blue here than at your Kingdom too you, weird.

“Uhm…?” said a voice, it sounded skittish.

You rolled your head to the left to see a boy about Shotos age looking at you, he had royal clothes on and had crazy green hair. You tilted your head at this boy and brought your legs down so you were criss cross.

“Yes?” you asked curiously

“Is Shoto around?”

“I think so , the main entrance.”

“O-oh uh, okay, i can wait here then. May i sit by you? My names Izuku of Midoriya Manor”

“Sure kid,” you scooted over a bit for him to join you.”Y/n of Alastar”

“Oh thanks !” he sat by you but seemed to be looking around

“Something on your mind?”

“Oh uh n-no, im just waiting for Shoto, his father does not a-aprove of me so we have too …” he trailed off rubbing the back of his head.

“Hm? Well your safe with me kid, i doubt that big ape approves of me too.”

“Are you to be wed?”

“Sadly.”

“Uh- uhm!,” he rubbed his hands together. “You seem really cool and can protect yourself..” he told you, pointing to the knife on your person. “Just watch out for the middle sibling okay?”

You got up patting your butt free of dirt and Shoto squeezed through the trees to see you and Izuku. Shoto hugged Izuku and the two sighed with relief to see each other.

“y/n. Touya wants to see you to show you around, hes at the stables, around the corner from here”

“Okay Shoto, izuku was waiting for you, i never saw him though.”

The youngest gave you a gentle smile and a nod as thanks.

Squeezing back through the trees you strolled around the courtyard admiring the flowers before meeting up with Touya. No sign of the King or his creepy son , the courtyard had a large apple tree in its center but it only had one apple on it and it looked to be rotten which was weird. It's definitely apple season. Hm. thinking nothing of it you made your way around the large castle to see the stables and Touya petting a large black and white mare of the face in long strokes.

“Whos a pretty girl ? you you you” he cooed at the sleepy horse.

“Dont take you for a animal lover” you joked walking up to him. “Wheres idiot 1 and 2?”

“My father is giving Natsuo a talking to so im trusted to show you around” he pointed to the castle “thats the castle” he pointed to a stray window at the top “thats your room”

“A five star tour i see” you pet the horse admiring its coat. “ lovely colors”

“Reminds me of my life from before” he told you while taking out his flask to drink.

“Hm? Whats that mean? And whos this Izuku that was sneaking around?”

Touya sat down in a empty stable drinking more before answering you. “Thats Shotos boyfriend, dont tell anyone or i will kill you myself. Im the only one who knows”

“i wouldn't do that Touya, he said Enji does not approve of him?”

“Yep” he fell into some hay drinking more. “They want to leave when they turn 18 and have a farm, im helping make it happen”

You sat down by the hay watching this man drink his life away , he had not one care in the world, unless it was Shoto related.

Some time passed and you and Touya were sharing the flask now.

“So .. what did you mean by your life from before?”

“Mmmm… i was going to be a father, at least.. Thats what i was told.” he sat up pushing his hair outta his face. She was a brothel worker and i had gotten her pregnant.”

You listened to him taking note of the hint of sadness in his voice.

“I was excited, i wanted to be a dad.” he told you looking over at the horse.”she had black and white hair, i called her my little… berry.., i did everything right, i told her she could live with me and be a Princess and we could be happy. But i also told her i did not want her working the brothel anymore obviously,”

He brought his knees up laying his elbows over them looking at the ground between his legs. “She told me she would stop but something felt weird so i checked on her and she was still working it. I confronted her and she said she needed the money for the baby and i told her i have more money than i know what to do with, the months went on and she eventually stopped, her bump was small and everytime i felt it , i dont know. It felt off. One day i woke up early and looked over at her, she was asleep on her stomach and .. she was too far align to be doing that.” he looked up at you, his eyes slightly red. “ she lied to me, for my status, my wealth, my name, it was some kind of material to seem like a bump, she tried to tell me it was my fault.”

“Touya…”

He ignored you. “What she said stung more than the faked pregnancy. I had to know, for sure. So i contacted a witch and she performed some kind of spell on me and ..and..”

You moved closer, placing your hand on his arm , he took a big drink and lowered his head again. “ i cant… have children… “

You pulled this man into your arms trying your best to comfort him. He just cursed up a storm and told you how excited he was, how he was going to move away as soon as Shoto left with izuku and start an even bigger family with the woman he loved. Touya wanted his own Kingdom but in a quiet place no one knew about where he could be happy.

“Everyday… i curse Natsuo, he does not deserve to have children” he pushed himself off you to wipe his eyes. “ no one knows this about me y/n”

“Touya its safe with me”

“I have no interest in getting married anymore, i dont care.”

“Thats perfectly okay Touya”

He sniffled not looking at you. “Thank you for listening, you should get settled into your room, top floor last door on the left.”

“Youll be okay?” you asked, getting up

“Nope” he got up walking past you “but thats just how i like it” he waved not looking back as he headed into town.

The castle was full of expensive things: statues, paintings, rugs, swords. Anything you could think of. Big wide open rooms with ceilings higher than you had ever seen. It smelled like the kitchen was to your right and the main rooms looked to be up the rug covered stairs. You could hear Enji yelling at Natsuo when you got to the top , you snuck by peeking in every room you passed, looked like bedrooms. You heard a door slam and looked over your shoulder to see Natsuo brooding outside the door talking to himself.

You slipped into your room and scanned around the giant room, pretty bed, too girly honestly. A wooden vanity with glass in it and a couple windows. You checked outside them all , dammit. Nothing to really grab on to for a quick escape? You thought on it inspecting more and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and flipped over and pressed against the window, your hair blowing in the wind.

Natsuo was pinning you down looking very angry with you. You stuck your chin out at him reaching down for you knife.

“Yes ? your highness?” “I should … should… “ he pressed harder into your shoulders. “You . so mean, you made a fool of .. of me? In front of my father? I ?” his gaze dropped and he grabbed the knife tossing it out the window . his voice got louder and he shook you. “ they tell me i should kill you !! but!! My voices arent always!!.. Correct so …”

“Let me go !! get these gross hands off me !” you fought his grip and he threw you onto the bed pinning you from behind. “ why are you so … SO SO difficult? Im a future KING im in CHARGE not YOU” he reached back fussing with his belt and you got very still.

“Is that why your upset hm? I hurt your ego?” you asked looking back”pitty” with a quick snap of your arm a second knife shot out of your left sleeve and stabbed Natsuo in the arm. He cried out falling back and you pushed him out fo your room. “Sorry, no middle siblings allowed” you slammed the door locking it and pushing some heavy furniture in front of the door for the time being.

You could hear Natsuo crying in pain in the hall but you did not really care, it sounded like he was walking away and you finally… finally..alone. You sunk down to your knees” what the fuck man…”

#BadApplesFic #todoroki brothers #shoto x reader #touya x reader #natsuo x reader

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whoslaurapalmer · 4 years ago

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utena manga AND adolescence manga!!!! the longest of any of my utena posts why did i have so much to say.

-i do have to say that the box set is amazing. i’ve never owned hardcover manga before!! and the art is really beautiful and i love all the color illustrations....... -also came with a poster!! but i, don’t particularly want naked utena and anthy on my wall.

-i always love utena, so much -“it’s not shocking pink, it’s rose! it’s a nice color. i picked it out, after all.” babygirl (-omg the explanation that there is a list of stylists that she could get uniforms from and at least she picked one on the list) -poor kaido.......he’s the true Pre-Series Friend Who Shows Up In The First Episode And Is Never Heard From Again Once The Plot Kicks In

-i like that the manga has an explanation of how utena found ohtori academy because, you do wonder -- but i also like how she’s just There in the anime, with absolutely no explanation of how she got There, she’s just There and maybe she’s always been there!, re: time, it ultimately doesn’t matter, it’s where she wound up regardless -the.......floaty dreaminess of it......... -uggg wait especially because even though it has been akio manipulating her around all this time she still doesn’t truly go to ohtori because of akio she goes because of anthy

-i’m. look i don’t even want to say it cause this is a straight-up terrible nickname and i am in pain over it but i have to say something -mr -mr l -mr -licky -lick -i have to wonder how other people have translated that

-me: hey that looks like he licked the tears off her face??? utena: i named him -- the narrator living inside my brain: and at that moment lulu vandelay considered launching a book across the room for the first time in her twenty-six years of life

-you know utena if your aunt got transfered to amsterdam, you still would’ve wound up at an ohtori academy -what even happens at the ohtori in amsterdam?????????????? -what -do they do an exchange program?? do they ever get anyone back??? is amsterdam also creating a world?????? or are they fine over there??? -is it alt universe ohtori????

-chu-chu is so fluffy!!!! so soft.......big squish........huggable............ -anthy making him a tie because she felt bad about him not wearing anything!!!!

-THE MANGA MOVES VERY FAST HONESTLY -especially because i hit a point where i too was reading as fast as possible to get through it but there was still SO MUCH

-no nanami????? no nanami at all??????? except for that one picture of her??????? -no??????? -look. i really love nanami and i didn’t realize how much i really liked her until she wasn’t there :( cause i liked her in the first place but i miss all her antics :( and i liked where her character arc went a lot :( -she’s very loud about this but she’s really just that tumblr post that’s like ‘i put ‘i love salsa’ in the chat and no one said anything and i wondered if salsa had killed a parent or if salsa ever really existed’ and that’s relatable -and the second-guessing embarrassment of every single thing in your life and yet the commitment to radical high-and-mighty confidence about the same exact things to compensate??? good for her!!!!

-utena, with the power of dios: i can see every move! me: wow didn’t know dios had the sharingan

-INTRIGUED actually by touga having. a secret room with a big fucking calendar with zodiac symbols and all the fights predetermined -like there’s something super interesting about that -like...... -on one hand a physical representation of The Plot Being Controlled. The Plot Has A Map Now. on the other hand, touga has to write it all down like a nerd bc he’s not akio and has no sway himself over the narrative and he needs a reference

-i’m absolutely fascinated by how a group of people can come together and create The Same Story that is so different in the manga and the anime..... -just. how -in a good way and a bad way. in the good way, how do you collaborate with people like that????? in the bad way, how do you create two completely separate thematic takes on the same story -with so many of the same base scenes!!!! they go completely different ways!!!!! i’m!!!!!!!!!!!!

-oh i do love the character profiles. i like knowing birthdays!!

-akio grabbing utena because he thought she was anthy

-it fucking goes from. ‘everyone in this manga wants to fuck touga’ to ‘everyone in this manga will support utena, EVEN TOUGA?????’ like wow -he’s just.........living with them..................................... -like a creep -AND HE JUST GIVES UP THE STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENCY THAT’S THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING -doesn’t take much to get them to break the system down here but they’re still not breaking the system down here -oh my god it’s like the sad lemon man movie speedrunning the first 3 books and hitting the plot notes with none of the substantial theme -it’s just, i don’t think the manga is completely terrible, like i think there are some interesting moments but i also know the common perception is The Manga Is Terrible? so i’m like. do i pick out the interesting things and try and give them meaning? or do i just. wholesale agree that this is, on a whole other thematic plane and terrible (-my whole life is ‘i should be able to make my own opinion on something!’ vs ‘but i like to read other people’s opinions to make sure i don’t miss anything but that should not replace my own capacity for critical thought which i am clearly capable of and did a great deal of work on as a lit major!!’) (oh this is anxiety.) (it’s a lot of ‘i don’t want to misinterpret this in any way because that is a failure on my part so i’m digging around for explanations’ oh that’s still anxiety.)

-i mean. the emphasis on ‘friendship’ more than anything with anthy is, disappointing, but i DO also like utena trying to get anthy to make friends and that anthy’s first instinct is to take after wakaba because that’s super cute

-chu-chu narrating the curry story!! -he’s just such a sweet bean.

-utena: akio? the devil, lucifer? me, reigning my brain back in as it shoots into hyperdrive: okay lulu you’re right about the tarot symbolism but now is not the time, bring it back, girl (......utena’s the fool nemuro hall is the tower the car at the end of the movie is the world anthy stabbing utena is the ten of swords (not in the sense of betrayal but in the end of the cycle/story portrayed in the swords suit)) (ANYWAY)

-and then touga still somehow stays at the center of the story and utena relies on him....... -there’s a bigger reliance on men in the manga that is not, challenged at all, re: touga and dios -but at least akio’s still a full-on creep -actually i think he unsettled me just a smidge more which was a big accomplishment, considering the time i almost fell over furniture

-me: oh my god are utena and anthy gonna switch places??? me: NOOOOOOO -anthy’s coffin breaking because utena puts the ring back on....... -but, like........dios is completely incapable of action as well and utena doesn’t need him to rescue anthy -dios is more some ethereal grand thing here instead of an idealized past self that akio has lost access to and can never regain and was never truly good in the first place -although utena and anthy switching is, interesting. reinforces akio making utena a princess when again she’s neither and it’s.......a little “in the end, girls are all like rose brides” and women are manipulated around by men, but also, kind of loses what anthy holding the swords meant in the first place?

-touga: you have to do it, utena me: touga stop trying to steal the scene. get out. get out now

-THE CASTLE IS REAL?????????????????????????

-okay the absolute roller coaster between ‘he’s gonna kill dios????’ ‘that’s the manga backstory?????’ ‘DIOS IS JUST DEAD NOW????’ ‘NO HE WAS STILL DIOS THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!!’ -oh but you know you could read it as a, killing your past self sort of thing -...........although that doesn’t really vibe here, does it

-i think them being specifically ‘gods’ takes away from just the, cycle of humanity kind of thing........ -it’s so pleasantly vague in the anime because how dios came to be Dios and why anthy had to put a stop to it just doesn’t matter. it’s not what matters. it’s not what’s important. the fact that it happened at all is what matters. -and somehow he still wasn’t dios the whole time!!!!! -“she kept his sword in her bosom, one last token of her love!” that’s an.........interesting way to put it -i mean, yeah maybe?? but also, no??????????????????????????????

-anthy’s kind of, watered down a little in the manga too, in a way? -STABBING UTENA WAS SO IMPORTANT TOO

-noooooo where are my girls learning that it’s not about being a prince and that it’s just genuine love and being there for someone -i mean i guess the love is here but. “i must be the prince myself” no!!!! noooooooooo -you know what i don’t even want to THINK about akio and utena..........like that

-AND THERE’S STILL TOUGA!!! IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALL!!!!!!!!!! TOUGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -anthy: /wearing utena’s uniform me: /staring into the camera like i’m on the office

-like...............well that just continues the cycle then, doesn’t it, in a way -which, is its own kind of story.............. -and i guess you could also make a case for ‘well no one’s immediately recovered right after a story that takes time and it’s not always perfect and that could involve anthy emulating utena’ -BUT NO!!!! NO??????? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -i think that’s giving the manga too much credit considering how much it forced ‘the prince’ at the end!!!!!!!! -i get it. i get the ‘the manga is terrible.’ i see you. -it wasn’t, completely terrible, but, wow. i get it.

-okay hold on i still have two side stories before adolescence

-OH ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? ONCE AGAIN I HAVE TO DEAL WITH RUKA -WAS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT I HAVE ALREADY SUFFERED -ruka i still hate you. that’s all i have to say on that

-and black rose arc condensed to thirty pages???? -the way mikage acts towards mamiya is like. blatantly creepy in the anime but i didn’t think it was here???? rude. -anthy and utena holding hands after it, though.......

-OKAY, adolescence -i feel like, i was unduly harsh on the movie...... -mostly because i was reading the youtube comments on the dub before i watched and people were talking about how terrible the dub was (i did not watch the dub) -and i knew about the car and i was just really thrown by the car. the cars. just. unexpected -but if the manga speedruns in a bad way the movie speedruns in a way that not only hit the plot elements but picked up a lot of the thematic elements as well!! -i mean every arc was touched upon in some way! even the black rose arc! -which haunts me, regularly. -also i am forever going to be thinking about the fwwm parallel like damn -it really was a good time....... -oh! this in particular was why i was a little concerned about missing anything in thinking about the manga -like...is this a bad character choice in good writing, or is this a bad character choice in bad writing? sometimes i’m not always great at that

-anyway. -the manga was really mostly the same except somehow touga was more uncomfortable, there were no cars, and utena and touga had sex uggg -god i SWEAR when i was flipping through last week i saw a car though. i swear???? i thought i did????? -guess i didn’t!!

-touga: as long as you keep me there in your heart, i can continue to exist like this. i can stay at this school for all eternity. me: The Grief™ vs ohtori academy doing its thing vs I HATE THIS AAAAAAAAA

-anthy, to akio: be gone! you’re only in my mind! me: oh that’s a powerful statement though. re: like, how akio keeps anthy

-what i DID really really love was the little scene at the end with anthy and utena out of ohtori and older in a planetarium theater after everything and being cute on a date (with chu-chu!) and that that’s how it ends (even if utena was still thinking about touga) with them holding hands walking out............... -the softness!!!! 💖💖

#lulu talks about utena

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shellku · 3 years ago

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Film Challenge

Okay guys. Finally did it. As requested.

Have you ever left a theater before the movie was over?

Yes. Only once.

If you ever left a theater what was playing: Savages

Craziest (Random) movie you’ve ever seen:

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.

“And thanks for all the fish” -Dolphins

Most disturbing film you’ve ever watched:

Crimson Peak

A film you only watched because (Tom Hiddleston ) was in it: Crimson Peak

A minor role (or movie) with a major actor you greatly enjoyed: Sebastian Stan as Jefferson/The Mad Hatter in Once Upon A Time.

A minor role (or movie) with a major actress you greatly enjoyed: Emma Watson as Pauline Fossil in Ballet Shoes

A movie everyone should see at least once: The Princess Bride

A movie you thought everyone has seen but apparently not: Who framed Roger Rabbit?

A movie you’ve tried multiple times to watch but never get through it: Silence if the Lambs

A movie that legitimately surprised you:

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. While it came out in 1980 I didn’t see it until much later obviously. I wasn’t even ten when I watched it the first time, I and was genuinely shocked.

Movie that you enjoy, that surprises people you enjoy: Scream (1996)

A movie you associated with Religion and it turns out that tracks: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

A movie you watched a lot as a kid but your not sure why exactly you watched it so much:

Hook. (And) The Sandlot.

My first movie that made me question my sexualité: The Priâtes of the Caribbean.

Sections

Anime

First Anime: Fruits Basket. Vampire Knight.

Anime I watched with my (brother): Full Metal Alchemist

Anime I tried to get into and couldn’t: D Gray Man

Anime I was surprised I enjoyed: The Neverland Promise. (And) Soul Eater

Anime I always liked (even when it confused people): Black Butler

Anime that makes me cry: Your lie in April

Anime that I love but now makes me sad too: Sword Art Online

Anime I’m just not into: One Piece

One that was recommended that I enjoyed:

Blue Exorcist

One that was recommended that I was ehh on and did not finish: Attack on Titian

One I probably should watch: Pandora Hearts

One I watched Randomly : Castlevania

One that I did not watch until (college) that everyone seems to have watched: Sailor Moon

Cartoons

Cartoons Everyone should see:

- The Peanuts.

- Garfield.

- Scooby Doo.

- Tom and Jerry.

- Pink Panther.

Cartoon I never liked: Spongebob

Cartoon I hate now: Kiayu? Idk. The one with the bald kid that whines a lot. Ugh.

Cartoon I can make myself ‘watch’ with the (niece/nephews): Paw Patrol

Films you would Recommend:

80s: The Breakfast Club

Book Adaption 80s: The Outsiders

Murder Mystery:Murder on the Oriental Express

Jim Henson pick: Labyrinth

(Suicide) Satire:Heathers

Romance: Titanic

‘Horror’ Movie: The Lost boys

Horror Movie: The Nightmare on Elm Street

Spy Flick: Saint (1997)

Mind trips: The Sixth Sense.(1999) Donnie Darko.

Stephen King: The Dark Tower

Stephen King Miniseries: Rose Red

Studio Ghibli: Howls Moving Castle. Or. Kiki’s Delivery Service.

Action Comedy: Miss Congeniality

Adventure Comedy: Jumanji

‘Dark’ Comedy: The Addams Family

Romantic Comedy: Legally Blonde

Tim Burton

Tim Burton Animated: The Nightmare Before Christmas

Tim Burton Live Action: Edward Scissorhand

Tim Burton Musical: Sweeney Todd

Dreamworks

Favorite Dreamwork’s Film:

Rise of the Guardians (and) How to Train your Dragon

Disney:

Unpopular Recommendations:

The Black Cauldron (and) The Great Mouse Detective

One that is still rather disturbing: Pinocchio

Best Soundtrack (Golden Age): Fantasia

Best Soundtrack (Modern): IDk?!

Classics (Golden) everyone should see at least once: Snow White (and) Bambi.

Wartime Era Pic: The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr.Toad

Silver Age or Bronze Age: Both!!!

Disney Renaissance or Post Renaissance: Both! If I absolutely had to choose though, Renaissance.

Moana or Lilo and Stitch: Lilo and Stitch

Frozen or Tangled: Both

Soul or Monsters Inc: Monsters Inc

Toy Story I and 2/ or/ 3 and 4? Toy Story I and 2.

Underrated: Candleshoe

Disney Holiday:

Live Action Halloween - Hocus Pocus

Live Action Halloween Series- Halloweentown

Animated Halloween- Frakenweenie

Live Action Christmas- Miracle on 34th Street (and) Eloise

Animated Christmas- Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas, Mickey’s Twice Upon a Christmas, (and) Winnie the Pooh: A very merry Pooh year.

New: The Nutcracker and the Four Realms. (2018)

Disney Reimagined/Live Action:

First that made you rethink the story: Maleficent

Favorite ‘Princess’ Story: Beauty and the Beast

The Surprise: Cruella

The one you worried about but we’re happy with in the end: Lady and the Tramp

The one you worried about but ending up enjoying anyway: Aladdin

The one that was good but you could have done without: The Lion King (which really surprised me!!!I like it but I didn’t love it. Which for me was so strange since I’m a fan of the original and the play.)

The one you had high hopes for and had a mixed reaction too: Mulan. (Ended up really liking it, but I miss Mushu. )

‘Modern’ Shakespeare Adaption:

10 Thing I hate About You (The Taming of the Shrew)

Clueless (Emma)

and

The Lion King Series. (Kid appropriate)

The Lion King: Hamlet

The Lion King 1 1/2: Rosencrantz and Guildenstein

The Lion King 2: Romeo and Juliet

Vampire Pictures:

90s: Interview with a Vampire

2000+: Twilight Series

Tv Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Vampire Action Series: Underworld

Classic: Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Dracula with a Twist: Dracula Untold (2014)

Fun Supernatural Flicks :

Witches: The Craft

Male Witches: The Covenant

Fairytale: Red Riding Hood (2011)

Ghost Hunters: Ghostbusters

Multiple Supernatural: Van Helsing (2014)

Werewolf Romance: Blood and Chocolate

Kid Friendly Live Action: Casper

Kid Friendly Animated: Hotel Transylvania

Supernatural Series:

Multi: Supernatural

Animated: Sabrina The Teenage Witch. (And) Scooby Doo.

Witches: Charmed

Fairytale: Once Upon a Time

Darker Fairytale: Grimm

‘Superhero’ Movies:

90s: Batman. (And) The Crow.

Series: Marvel’s Cinematic Universe

Classic Animated: Batman the animated series

Modern Animated: Harley Quinn

Girl Power: Wonder Woman. (and) Birds of Prey.

Something Different: Deadpool

Younger Audiences/Nostalgia: Teen Titans (animated)

Harry Potter

Favorite Film: Idk. Can’t choose honestly.

Least favorite character portrayal: .. Ginny Weasley?

Someone you loved: (so many..) McGonagall

Someone you loved hating: Bellatrix LeStrange

Someone you just hate: Dolores Umbridge

First time you cried: I cried for Sirius and Remus in Prisoner of Azkaban.

First time you jumped: Snakes or Basilisk. Chamber of Secrets. (I think I was 12?)

Someone who was so spot in acting on you can’t see them as anyone else now: Luna Lovegood

Someone who was so good even if the look wasn’t perfect: Emma Granger as Hermione OR Alan Rickman as Severus Snape.

Someone who’s injury hit you harder than the books: Colin Creevy.

Someone who’s death hit you harder than in the books: None. They hit but not as much as the books.

A scene you found just breathtakingly pretty: Christmas at Hogwarts

A scene you found creepy (even when you knew it was coming): Nagini uses a corpse as a mask.

For any Potter heads. Some things that bothered you about the Harry Potter films:

- Where is Charlie Weasley?

- Where is Peeves?

- Where are Neville’s parents?

- The green/blue/brown eye thing. (This is not against Radcliffe. Some special effects could have fixed this easily)

- HarrY DiD YOu PuT YoUR NaMe IN tHe GoBlET of FIRE?! 🔥

- In Sorcerers Stone, Why did you change the snake at the zoos breed??

- “Voldemort” versus “Voldemor”. The silent t.

- Hermione’s. Yule. Ball. Dress. Color. Blue. Not pink. She specifically changed the color.

- Fluffy. Hagrid’s adorable Cerberus was originally bought from a Greek man. Why change it to Irish? I like Ireland but it was a Greek man due to where Cerberus’s initially came from right???

- Harry’s first Weasley sweater color

- Why does Harry only see his parents in the Mirror of Eirsed? Where’s the rest of the family?

- The Underage magic rules aren’t well explained in the movies making the 3rd year summons even more bonkers sounding

- The Patil Twins Yule Ball Outfits. They could have been soooo beautiful. Like this is the Yule Ball! The Twins would have (in my opinion) much more elaborate traditional Indian styled dress robes?? Idk.

- Love Movie Hermione! But some moments take away from Ron. Like when Ron defended her in the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione didn’t know what the slur “Mudblood” meant in the books. Ron had to explain it.

- Dobby needed more screen time. Some stuff Dobby did went to Neville because so many Neville scenes were cut.

- Where’s all the secrecy from the books when communicating with Sirius- “Snuffles”? Something Harry’s godfather insisted on to keep him safe.

- Snape’s title of “The half-blood Prince” is not explained. Neither is it made clear that Severus was also abused horribly at home throughout his childhood. Also that like Harry Dumbledore did nothing to help Severus when he was a student. (Or maybe Tom Riddle when he grew up in an orphanage. I’m sensing a pattern)

- Dumbledore should have still spelled Harry during Dumbledore death scene. No way would Harry just stand there if given the choice.

- Ron was not quite as ‘dumb’ in the books and a lot of his funny moments were cut from the movie. Which makes his jealousy moments all the more unbecoming. He also comes off a bit more arrogant in the movies. (This is not against R Grint. Who is awesome) The movies gave Ron the short end of the stick.

- Weasley/Malfoy Fued. Who else wanted to see Arthur and Lucius have a fist fight in a bookstore? Exactly.

- Albus Dumbledore isn’t all Sunshine and Daisys. He does some really messed up stuff yet no one ever seems to question this.

- Remus was the last Marauder. Yet his and his wife, Tonk’s, deaths are barley acknowledged.

- Also Teddy. Harry’s Godson.

- Harry’s and Ginnys relationship is not built on. It’s just there. Ugh. Heck Movie Ginny isn’t that great. You don’t know much about her except: She’s the only girl in Ron’s family. She’s the youngest Weasley. She’s obsessed with Harry. She’s a good Quidditch player. She has a temper. She was possessed by Riddle’s Dairy when she was eleven. She’s obsessed with Harry.

- Draco is essentially Harry’s antithesis. Where is he in some critical scenes in the movies?

- Where’s the Luna love???? Harry’s pretty rude to her in some scenes.

- There is no S.P.E.W. And Hermione’s more ruthless side is gone.

- The guys hair in The Goblet of Fire. Get a hair cut. Please.

- Some of Molly’s less than Stellar Moments. (Ex. When she believed rumors about Hermione and so treated he coldly. How horrible she was to Fleur. Ect)

- Fleur. Fleur and Bill still get married but the objections to the wedding aren’t as presented in the movies. Not is Molly’s and Ginny’s extreme dislike of Fleur. Or when Arthur apologizes to Fleur. Or really any of Fleurs best moments. The whole courting process is skipped.

- House Elves. The House Elves of Hogwarts.

- Percy Weasley. The ‘betrayal’. The returned Weasley sweater. Him turning to protect his family and fight for Hogwarts at the last minute. All gone. Which involves being forgiven by the Weasley Twins not an hour before Fred dies.

- The connection of the Black sisters. Specifically Adromeda - mother of Tonks. Who is Sirius cousin. Who married Remus Lupin. Tonks and Remus the parents of Teddy.

- Dean Thomas is pretty much gone.

- Rita Skeeter. Illegal Animagus. Hermione kept her in a jar.

- The movies didn’t allow Radcliffe to be sassy and sarcastic enough. Harry Potter is one of the sassiest boys to ever walk through the halls of Hogwarts!

- Harry didn’t fix his wand in the last movie.

- The history of the Marauders.

- The history explaining why Snape could never be comfortable around and trust Remus Lupin.

#disney #challenge #film #movie #mcu #Batman #2021 #Harry Potter

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aro-throughyourchest · 5 years ago

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VARIAN’S GOT A CRUSHHHH

CHAPTER 2

LINK TO BEGINNING CHAPTER

Go read my previous chapter before you read this

WORD COUNT: 1,253

Probably MORE grammatically errors and unchecked mistakes than last time

SPLASH!

Varian coughed and tried to reach for the dock, but a hand grabbed his instead. They pulled him up, and he coughed up more water.

“*cough* Thanks.”

He looked up to see Vex and really wanted to throw himself back into the freezing water. He stood up, shivering, and held out a hand. “H-Hi, I’m V-Varian-”

Vex ignored the handshake and snatched the collar of his cloak, pulling him close.

“Why are you out here in the middle of the night?!”

Varian’s cheeks turned red from being so close to her, but he answered anyway.

“I- Um- C-couldn’t sleep.”

Vex let go of him, and he stumbled back. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and held her hand out.

“I’m Vex.”

He shook her hand, pretending he didn’t already know her name. That sounded weird and creepy-

She helped the heavy cloak off him, and he sat down on a crate while she leaned against a post.

“S-so, why are you out here?” Varian asked, pulling at his hair to get the water out.

“Same reason as you,” responded Vex blankly.

“Oh. Insomnia sucks,” Varian replies which Vex chuckled to.

Varian looked up at the stars, leading Vex to do the same.

“We don’t get stars like this where I’m from; you guys are lucky,” she said not taking her eyes off the stars.

They sat in silence, staring at the sky. Soon, Varian spoke up. “What’s it like, where you’re from?”

“It’s a fixer-upper city to say the least.”

She blinked and wrinkled her nose.

“Can’t believe I said, ‘fixer-upper city.’ “ Varian laughed while she muttered, “I’ve been hanging around Quaid too long...”

He asked, “Who’s Quaid?”

She turned her head back to the sky. “Oh, he’s the sheriff of Var- where I’m from.”

Vex grinned and pointed towards herself, “Not to be conceited, but I’m deputy.”

He smiled and declared, “I’m, heh, the Royal Science Engineer...”

She looked him up and down, grinning. “That explains the nerd get-up.”

“Nerd? I thought it was more-“

A gush of wind blew by, and he shivered harshly. He was so deep in conversation, even *he* forgot that he was soaking wet.

Vex stood up, concerned. “We should get you inside...”

Varian got up, himself. Dammit, no! He wanted to spend more time with Vex...

“Pfft, it’s fine. I’m-“

A harder gust of wind hit as if to say, ‘IT’S FREEZING OUTSIDE, GO HOME!’

He shuddered, and Vex grabbed his cloak for him. He sighed and looked down; she was right.

“Yeah...”

Vex took him by the hand, flustering Varian. “Now, where’s the science chamber thingie?”

“Uh- um- Just drop me off at the castle..”

Vex nodded and, well, didn’t drag him, but she did pull him along.

After a few minutes, Varian broke the silence with, “So, how long are you going to be staying in Corona?”

“Until after the princess’s birthday.”

“Oh...”

Varian did feel a tad disappointed she wouldn’t stay longer, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

They arrived at the castle and stopped.

Varian politely asked, “So, wanna meet-up again tomorrow?”

Vex looked at him, confused. “Hm?”

“Why don’t we meet up at 3:00 or 4:00 tomorrow? Back at the dock?”

She thought about it for a minute before shrugging, “Sure.”

“R-REALLY-“ He cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah, sure, that’s good, see you at the dock!”

She laughed in that huff sort of way and opened the castle door. “Alright, alright, get in there, ya knucklehead,” proceeding to shove him in the castle before quietly shutting the door.

Varian grinned and tried to stop himself from laughing with delight. He talked to Vex, and it went well! It didn’t end awkwardly, and she wanted to meet up again too! He gave himself a silent cheer before shivering again and heading back to his lab.

A warm shower and sleep first, cheer later.

<•>

Safe to say, he *still* didn’t sleep a bit that night, but this time it was out of excitement. He had spent the entire rest of his “morning” back on the [name not yet given] experiment. Which surprisingly actually DID make him tired, causing him to collapse into bed at around 7 am. (Hey, this was not a planned falling-asleep so it doesn’t count.)

5 more hours passed, and a knock was heard at the door. Again, Raps let herself in.

Varian lifted his head off the pillow and squinted as Rapunzel lit a couple candles.

“Raps..?”

Rapunzel giggled and sat down. “Someone slept in again.”

He rubbed his eyes and sat up. “How do you keep with Daily Check-In’s if you still have princess duties?”

She smiled and shrugged, “As princess, I do have many duties, but my duties to my friends are more important.”

He groaned and collapsed back onto the bed. “God, that was really cheesy.”

They both laughed before Raps added in a silly tone, “Besides, we don’t want you kidnapped by any bad baddies!”

They laughed harder, despite the fact they agreed that it wasn’t really that funny, considering their trauma....which is why humor exists!

She tilted her head and asked, “You seem more cheerful and awake, what’s up with that?”

He cleared his throat and tried to change the subject, “I’m gonna get coffee; I’m actually feeling more tired!”

Raps narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Varian, we both know caffeine doesn’t work for you...”

He chugged a cup of coffee that he somehow made within the time he Raps’ said anything. Raps walked cautiously up to him.

“Varian, did something happen last night?” She asked with a smirk. Varian placed the cup of coffee down and took a deep breath. He settled down and leaned against the table, smiling.

“Yeah... But you have to promise not to tell Eugene or Lance. They’d never let me live it down.”

Raps nodded and sat down; she grabbed a packet and started to make warm cocoa for the both of them. Varian told her what happened last night, excluding the falling into the water and the contents of their conversation, getting happier as he spoke. “...And we agreed to meet up later.”

She handed him a cup of cocoa and drank her own cup.

“Varian...”

She responded with a smile.

He gently hit her in the arm.

“Ah, be quiet.”

They shared a chuckle, and Rapunzel asked, “So, you’ll be headed down to the dock at 4:00?”

Varian nodded and looked at the clock. 12:30.

Raps did the same and pouted. “Guess I should go.” She bowed and announced, “That is all the time we have today, my good man, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Varian laughed and waved goodbye as Raps left. He flopped on the bed and couldn’t stop smiling about what happened last night.

<•>

Varian got to work, but he couldn’t really focus that day. He tried to stay focused, but he was too busy dreaming up hypothetical situations for what could go wrong on the meet-up and preparing for them.

As he was working on his experiment, he

“Okay, so, I could possibly slip and fall into the water again,” he snorted. “That would be embarrassing...”

He stopped pouring the liquid into vial for a second. “But not implausible,” he mumbled, going back to the task at hand.

CHAPTER 2’S END

#tangled the series #tangled #vex tangled #rapunzel #varian #fic #fluff #varian has a crushhhhh #vexian

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israltale · 4 years ago

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Black Flower calls

Reaper was devastated. After so long he had managed to go back to the Save Screen, but Geno was gone. Reaper had searched so many Timelines in order to find at least ONE Geno, but they were gone, no Geno in any Timeline. Reaper feared that he was completely deleted from any Timeline.

Then he found a Save Screen that was weird.

“What?” The Screen looked like it was shattered to Pieces, but there was something else. Black Flowers growing out of the Cracks.

“What is this? What happened here?” He kneeled down, touching one of the Flowers, expecting that it will just wither away, but the Flower still stood strong, as if his Touch did Nothing to it. He picked one of the Flowers.

“I should ask Life about this.” Reaper packed away the still healthy Flower to hurry back home and ask Life about this. Maybe it was the only Clue he had to find his beloved Geno Life was in her Area hidden away from the others, only Death and his Brother could visit if they wanted.

“LIFE!” Reaper yelled as he entered.

“Reaper? Weren’t you on your way to your Lover?” Reaper nodded.

“Yeah, but i can’t find him. It’s like he is gone forever.” Life blinked.

“What?” Reaper told her what he had found, after that showed the Goddess the Flower.

“This is…” She took it Carefully.

“It didn’t wither from my Touch.” He said, still amazed about the Fact. Life nodded.

“This is the Chaos Flower, a very sturdy Flower.” Reaper blinked.

“Chaos Flower? But why would it grow in Geno’s broken Save Screen?” Life pondered about it.

“Well seeing that they are growing there, it could be that he is in this AU.” Reaper looked at her.

“What AU?” Life put the Flower next to her.

“There is only one AU where this grow Freely. IsralTale, maybe they know what happened to your Darling.” Reaper nodded, it was at least a Clue, but then he thought of Something.

“Life… Why did i never heard of that AU? Don’t they have a Reaper?” Life chuckled a bit.

“Their Life and Death system works a bit Different.” Reaper was on his Way to IsralTale, after a long Talk with Life about the AU and their Life and Death Circle.

Thanks to his Magic he could enter undetected, walking through a bright Area unseen, all thanks to him being Death. People were walking around, no one seeing him, which was good, but something was Odd. They seemed full of Arrogance, some even having Servants that were more Slaves as everything else.

“I wonder when our King finally gets rid of those Pesky Hybrids.” One Man said, carrying his Nose up to the Sky.

“I hope soon, they pest our Air with their Existence.” Reaper didn’t like that talk at all.

“How arrogant.” He whispered, but in this Area was no sigh of his beloved Geno, so he needed to look somewhere else, but where?

“I can’t believe our beloved Princess is taking those THINGS under her protection… Even the Forest is darkening for them.” Reaper grinned. So he just needed to get where it turned dark, while still bright daylight. Shouldn’t be that hard, especially with his Powers, so he floated over the Forest to Find the Place, where it was Dark.

Reaper blinked, he had searched the whole forest, but no signs of Darkness. How was that possible? Death had no Answer for that, so he slowly descended down, but once he was close to the Trees, then it happened, the Sky darkened as if Magic had suddenly grew stronger. Reaper stopped, floating only a bit up again, the Magic disappearing and the bright blue Sky greeting him.

“Wow, that is some serious Magic here.” Reaper went down once again, the Night taking over, while underneath him a bright City in all different colours of Jewels and Gemstones appeared. The Trees growing in this forest were huge, otherwise they never could hide two large Cities with Castles just like that. The Magic throbbing in this Place was serious business.

Reaper landed on the golden Tiles, close to the Marketplace, where People walking around happily. This was far different as the first City he was in. People of different size, colour and race walking around, talking and laughing with one another. It reminded him more of his AU as the previous city. Some People were walking around with beautiful and complicated designs of Flowers.

“Syo is such a wonderful Flower Seller. His Bouquets are so beautifully made.” A Woman swooned over her Basket. Maybe he should get one for Life as well? Reaper stopped dead, there was a Skeleton walking not far from him. His clothes different but Reaper would recognise those dark Bones and creepy red eye sockets everywhere.

“Error.” He whispered. How? Reaper wanted to know, but for that he needed follow the other. Death decided to keep distance, because Error could always sense him.

Eriol went to a Shop with Flowers in front and all around, before he entered. Reaper looking inside the Window.

“GENO!” A Man stood there with a greenish long Jacket, red and blue horns and the all present Pixels over his Eye. But the Death Mark was gone and he looked healthier and happier. Error seemed to talk with him, before their Tails intertwined in a loving gesture. Reaper couldn’t take it anymore. He opened the door, wanting to be reunited.

“GENO!” Eriol growled at him, standing protective in front of Reaper.

“Error… Please let me to Geno.” Reaper sounded so desperate, he finally had found Geno again, but Error was blocking him of.

“Who are you.” Reaper stopped dead, his one eye light slowly moving to Geno.

“Geno… Love.. this is not Funny… It’s me… Reaper.” Syo looked at him, before he slowly shook his Skull.

“I… Don’t know you.” Reapers Soul sunk at that. Geno forgot him? Was it because he left him so long alone? Eriol watched him.

“How did you find this Place anyway?” Was he another soon to be Victim of that Someone? Reaper looked at Error.

“I searched for Geno in the Save Screens… But he was gone. No matter what Timeline i looked, they were all empty.” He said, while Eriol was listening.

“Then i found a broken one. It looked shattered, but it was full of Black Flowers.” Eriol and Syo stopped a second.

“Black Flowers?” Syo hurried away.

“Like those.” He showed him different sorts of Black Flowers.

“THIS ONE!” Reaper said as he found it again. Syo looked to Eriol.

“These are the Guardians Flowers.” Eriol nodded.

“I’ll contact the others. Can you close the Shop?” Syo nodded.

“Yes, give me a bit.” Reaper watched them.

“What… is going on?” Eriol looked at him.

“Well, those are the Flowers of our Guardian, so maybe we can clear this things out.” Eriol explained, while using the Dragon connection to inform the others in the Castle. Syo closed the shop in the Meantime. After that they went to the Castle, there was stuff they needed to clear out.

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Narish looked at the Deity of Death.

“Unexpected.” He said. Eriol grumbled.

“He said Geno to Syo…” He said, sitting down. Millenia entered together with Cobra and Kiros.

“Well we are all together now.” Narish said. Reaper nodded. He then proceeded to tell them what he had told Eriol and Syo already.

“My Flowers?” Syo nodded.

“Yes, i showed him some local Black Flowers together with the Chaos Flower. It’s impossible for him to know them if they wouldn’t grow there.” Millenia nodded.

“True, they are only local to this AU and nothing else.” Reaper watched them.

“Life knew about them.” Cobra looked to Millenia.

“Seems like there are still some who remember that.” The Guardian nodded.

“Seems like that.” Reaper blinked. Narish looked to Syo.

“But what is the Meaning of it? All other Geno’s Missing?” Millenia leaned back.

“Well, Geno turns at some Point to Error, getting insane in loneliness and the Black Void of the Save Screen.” She said. Eriol growled at that.

“In the other Timelines at least. It could be that the ones Reaper looked in were already at that Point.” Fracture sighed.

“But that doesn’t explain the broken one… the Timelines we all originated from either vanished or reseted.” Millenia nodded to that.

“Yes, but seeing that he brought Flowers from there, means that he entered not long after Syo left.” Syo starred at her.

“But how? IT has been MONTHS since i came here.” Syo exclaimed shocked.

“It is not that weird, Time is flowing different in all kinds of AU’s.” She said calmly. Croma blinked.

“Wait that would mean, that those who got directly thrown in here could have been thrown only mere seconds or minutes apart?” Kiros growled.

“While arriving Months apart.” Fracture sighed deeply.

“This is confusing.” It was really confusing.

“Possible, we can’t say exactly, but from what i can clearly say. Alure entered first, while Solei was brought from their AU only Hours apart, it took Weeks for him to arrive here.” Alure nodded.

“True, i saw our AU fall apart, it was about to turn day, so it had been about 8 Hours, but he arrived almost two Months later.” Solei was with him.

“Yeah, Alure was already settled in his new Life and the Area of Chaos a good way builded.” Reaper listened to their Explanation.

“Can i ask something? Can’t he really remember?” Narish sighed.

“Syo came here after twins gave their Soul to him, he remembered where he was and how he met them, but all what was before was already foggy to him.” Syo nodded.

“I know my little slice of Soul had throbbed for someone… But i can’t remember at all.” Reaper shrunk in his Chair.

“I’m so sorry, Ge… Syo… I never meant to leave you alone for so long…” Syo sighed. They all were aware that no one was able to Touch Reaper, or rather that he avoids it. Eriol sighed.

“So… What now with him? I don’t think he will just go Home and life his normal life?” Reaper shook his Skull.

“Forget it… i won’t leave Geno again!” He insisted. Narish sighed.

“Well. It is possible for you to life as one of us.” The others starred at the Leader.

“You can’t just go and leave as you please, this would destroy the already feeble Balance in here and we normally don’t have a God of Death here like you know it around other AU’s.” Fracture said.

“Is there a way then?” Both Leader were nodding.

“Your Timeline will reset with a new Reaper once you turn into a Hybrid.” Death listened to them.

“Before you make this Decision.” Millenia spoke up.

“How about you three life for a few days together, see if it works out for you, if Syo remembers anything at all.” Syo nodded, it was possible that it wouldn’t work out for them, then Reaper would have turned and would still be alone. Eriol agreed as well, he was Syo’s Mate after all, so he had to accept Reaper as well. It wasn’t that bad of an Idea.

Reaper started this Idea after that, but he was worried to touch them. He just talked and watched them. It was actually pretty nice and he learned so much about the Hybrids. Apparently turning into one brought some neat stuff with them, but it was very painful.

“Your Slash disappeared?” Syo nodded.

“Yes, after absorbing Finn and Quinns Half Souls my Slash disappeared and my melting Skull was repaired as well. Only my Socket was to damaged, but Lady Millenia made this magical Pixels for me so i can hide it.” Reaper was really impressed.

“And it made your glitches go away?” Eriol nodded.

“Was painful, but all the glitches disappeared, i grew and i don’t crash anymore…. I still am uncomfortable with Touch, but it’s easier since i life with Syo.” Reaper blinked.

“I make sure that all my moves are detectable for Eriol. No hugging from behind, no surprises. All nice and clear for him and if he shows Signs to be uncomfortable i step a way.” Death was impressed by that.

“This AU is really impressive.” He said. Eriol chuckled a bit.

“Yeah but sadly the City you were first is… against us.” Reaper remembered.

“Their King hates Hybrids?” Syo sighed, while Eriol tapped the Table.

“From what we heard it wasn’t always that way, only since the current King rose to Power.” Syo said.

“I was about to be sold as a Slave there as i was still Error.” Reaper starred at him.

“Reeve, Cobra’s Brother bought me out of it, trying to help me to this Vicinity so i could return home… It didn’t play out like that.” the Skeleton couldn’t believe what he heard.

“It wasn’t always that way, so i heard. As the late King, King Niles was still on the Throne… there was no racism, no Slaves… It all came with the current King.” Eriol told him.

Reaper shook his Skull, while they told him how things Changed once Lysander got his Butt on the Throne.

“But why?” Reaper asked.

“We think because people believed he is not the Royals Child… We know from Lady Millenia that their Parents died very early, but she clearly said that the King is truly her younger Brother.” The Skeleton nodded slightly. Syo stood up to get more Coffee and Tea, while Eriol told more about the other City.

“This sounds so fucked up.” Reaper said, as Syo brought more Tea.

“Yeah, far as we know, the Vicinity of Order has a resistance going on. They make sure that Hybrids or halfblooded Creatures either get away from the Realm or be safely brought here.” He placed the Coffee in front of Reaper and Eriol, while he had Tea.

He was already a few days with them and it felt so nice. They were fine with him as well, while he still refused to touch them without gloves. He doesn’t want to accidentally kill them, while they still try to tell him that he wouldn’t.

“It has been almost a week now.” Syo started. Reaper nodded.

“True.” Eriol nipped on his Coffee.

“Did you made a decision?” Reaper smiled, looking into his Cup with steaming hot Coffee.

“Yes, i want to turn.” Both watched him curiously.

“It is Painful.” Syo warned him again.

“I know… but here with the both of you.. this nice time… i don’t want to give it away.” Eriol looked to Syo.

“Then we should tell the Guardian…. it is safer for you to turn under her surveillance.” Reaper nodded. He also had already picked a new name for him, for the Time he changed completely. Reaper was eager to change. A new Life was on the horizon and he wanted that so badly.

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The next day was finally the Day Reaper wanted. They were once again on their Way to the Castle. Millenia told them to come over today, so that Reaper could pull through his decision. Pulvis was already waiting for them.

“So you wanna join us?” He said as they went to the Front Door.

“Yeah i had a bit of time to Think this through.” Death followed Pulvis into the Castle, they would go to the Infirmary, the best Place for him to Change. Millenia had a Crystal in her Hand, as Pulvis brought him in.

“Are you Sure about this?” She asked, as he sat down on the Bed.

“Yes, never was more sure of anything.” Millenia nodded softly.

“Alright, try to relax as best you can, this will be very painful.” She warned him, giving him the Crystal.

“I know, Syo and Eriol warned me over and over again.” He said softly, taking the Crystal in his Hand. He could feel the Beat of the Soul inside. Once he was comfortable enough, he broke the Stone to devour the Soul.

The Pain started the second he broke the Crystal. His bones felt like burning, while his Soul throbbed in Pain. Reaper knew nothing bad would happen, after all he was in safe hands. Reaper felt the Change slowly creep into his Bones and Soul.

Syo and Eriol waited in the Meeting Room, while they knew it will take a long time. Reaper had the Chance to decide for himself, unlike most of them one of the few, the other was Geno, who could have refused the last wish of those Kids. It took a while before Pulvis came into the Room.

“He is resting now.” Pulvis informed them.

“Did… Did he Manage alright?” Pulvis nodded.

“He did pretty good, after some Rest he should be fine.”

Reaper woke up, he didn’t even know how long he was out.

“How are you feeling?” Millenia asked softly.

“My body feels sore…” He answered, already feeling the Tail and the Horns. Millenia sat down close to him.

“It’ll take a while, till the Soreness is gone, after all you changed considerably.” Reaper nodded, watching his Tail.

“Swirls?” He said looking at her.

“Yes, the Soul i gave you is one that will help you control your Touch of death.” Reaper starred at her.

“Wh… Really?” Millenia nodded, before she got a little Box, inside was a small rabbit, it looked sickly and ill.

“I found this one at the Lake, its mother probably long gone.” Reaper looked up at her.

“It will die either way, sadly enough i couldn’t safe it… But this little one will help us with this Test.” He nodded slowly.

“Seeing the swirls littered other your Tail and Horns, means you never intend to kill.” She said carefully. Reaper slowly sat up, as she place the Box close to him. The new born Hybrid slowly moved his hand to the little dying creature. He stopped close to it, looking afraid to actually touch the little Rabbit.

“You mean it… That i can’t kill someone with those Swirls visible.” He looked so lost as he levelled his Eye Light on the Guardian.

“Yes, i mean it.” Finally he moved his hand to the small rabbit, carefully petting it. The swirl in his Eye light started to rotate, as his soul was filled with happiness. The little Thing didn’t die because of his Touch.

“I can… touch… i can finally… touch people.” Millenia nodded.

“Now… i want to ask you to but this poor thing out of its Pain.” Reaper looked at her again.

“It can’t be saved anymore… all we can grant this poor thing, is a painless and fast death.” Reaper looked at the Animal again.

“You’re right.” He could do this for the rabbit. Slowly the swirls on his Tail melted into the same colour. Reaper touched the Bunny with a frightful gulp.

Reaper had followed her into the Garden behind the Castle, where they buried the Box now.

“This is great responsibility.” She said softly.

“I know but… Eriol and Syo said i should contribute something.” Millenia nodded.

“True, they all do.” She said with such a soft Smile.

“What about your Name?” He chuckled a bit.

“I want to be named Scylla now.” Millenia nodded.

“Alright. Then Scylla, you shall be the Guide to the next Life and take care of the Graveyard.” Scylla’s Tail whipped in happiness. He will miss Life that was sure, but now he had Syo and Eriol as lovers, a new Job and perfect control over his Touch of Death.

Millenia got up, dusting off her Clothes, as Fracture approached them.

“Already on your Feet again?” Scylla nodded.

“Yes, i feel pretty good actually.” Fracture nodded.

“I see, i also heard your new Name, Scylla.” The other chuckled a bit.

“Eavesdropping?” Fracture sighed.

“We are very careful, where our Guardian is.” Millenia walked over to him.

“Oh yeah Eriol and Syo told me about the Trouble of the other Area. I was shocked to hear them Talk badly about this Place.” Fracture growled a bit.

“Most of the Pure Bloods turned so arrogant… The Late King would turn in his Grave, if he would see what his Grandson is doing.” Scylla nodded.

“I would if i was the Late King… From what i heard, he tried so hard to remove so much and have creatures life peacefully together.” Millenia nodded.

“King Niles was sometimes Harsh, but a righteous King. There was no Race difference in his Kingdom.” They slowly walked back to the Castle.

“So you actually try to found the same rights as King Niles had?” Fracture smiled a bit.

“Yes, we try to. We are Hybrids, something between the Skeletons we once were and the Dragons we aren’t fully.” Millenia had intertwined her Arm into his.

“There is no thing as race Difference. We are equally in the Eyes of Mother Earth, only how we make our Decisions define our differences.” She stated. Scylla agreed with her.

“It doesn’t matter if you have a Cat Tail or a Dog Tail.” Fracture moved his four Tails.

“It only Matters if you want to harm others because it is fun and joy for you, barely Entertainment, or if you treat them as you want to be treated.” The new Hybrid couldn’t agree more on that.

He could understand that the others wanted to Protect her with all they have, because she had the Believes of the former King still inside her Soul, not seeing people for what they are in her Eyes, but what they have in their Soul. Scylla had still no regrets for his decision, and with those Rulers and her as their Guidance Light, he was sure this Kingdom will thrive to what the other Realm had long lost.

Syo and Eriol were waiting for him, as he tackled them in a soft hug.

“R..Reaper?” Syo gasped in surprise.

“It’s Scylla now and i can finally Touch people without Fear!” He sounded so incredibly happy.

“Really? That’s great, Scylla!” Syo said happily. He needed to tell them, once they returned home.

“Thank you for everything, Lady Millenia.“ Eriol bowed to her.

“Not for this, Eriol. It was his Decision, something a lot of you never had.” Fracture smiled at her.

“Still you do so much for us, without trying to get benefit out of it. Your Soul is truly Kind and big.” She chuckled softly.

“I only try to bring my Grandfathers Teachings close to everyone.” Eriol nodded.

“This Kingdom will become a great Beacon of those Teachings.” With that the Three returned home, there was a lot of Cuddling to do, now that Scylla could do that without the great Panic to kill his Lovers on accident.

Fracture and Millenia watched them walk to their House, before they returned to the Castle. They all gained new Lives, new chances to do what they never could before.

#DarkMillenia #IsralTale #dragonhybrids #Scylla

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Axe and Sword Chapter 1: The Wolf’s Den

Hello again! The official story starts with this chapter :)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/26639461/chapters/65064172#workskin

“James, did you pack any trousers?”

“Of course, I’m not an—oh, hang on, I don’t think I did.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and shoved his arms deeper into the pile of colorful clothing that threatened to devour his elbows whole. “Those might be helpful if you’re going to be stomping around in the snow.”

“We are going to be stomping around.”

“What?”

“Didn’t Mum and Dad tell you? You’re coming with us to Varghal.”

“It’s Varg-hall, James, not vargull. Of the two of us, you should know that.” Sirius emerged with a handful of mismatched pants and wandered into the next room, throwing them at James’ head. “Since when am I going with you?”

“Since this morning. Mum was worried I’d get bored and cause trouble between the meetings, so she wants you to supervise me or something.” James snorted as he caught the trousers and shoved them in his bag.

“Right, because I’m just brilliant at doing that.” Sirius tapped his friend’s golden crown as he passed, setting it at a jaunty angle in his unruly curls. “I’ll pack tonight. D’you have an extra coat?”

A mischievous smile flitted across James’ face. “Yeah, I think I kept the one I outgrew when I was seven.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Sirius laughed, giving him a solid shove on the shoulder. “I’ll have you know I’m a perfectly average height.”

“For a dwarf, maybe,” James muttered, earning himself a smack to the head. “Ow!”

A gentle knock in the other room interrupted them. “Boys, I hope you’re done packing.”

“Almost, Mum,” James said, hastily cramming in the nearest article of clothing next to his pants as Lady Euphemia raised an eyebrow from the doorway.

“I haven’t started yet,” Sirius admitted. “Somebody needed a helping hand so he wouldn’t forget his trousers.”

“Well, if worst comes to worst, James can always borrow one of my dresses.”

“Mum!” James’ scandalized look sent both his mother and Sirius into a fit of giggles.

“Don’t worry, Jamie,” Sirius said as solemnly as he could. “We both know I’d look better than you anyway. It’s all in the legs.”

“What did I do to deserve this?” James wondered aloud as Sirius dissolved into laughter once again. “I’m a good son. A decent prince.”

“And an absolute troublemaker,” Lord Fleamont said as he entered the room. “There you are, my love.” Euphemia’s face lit up as he kissed her on the cheek and enfolded her in a hug.

“Are you sure Sirius and I have to go?” James asked, watching wistfully out the window at the distant sea. “Varghal is going to be frozen solid.”

“Varg-hall,” Euphemia and Fleamont corrected in unison. James immediately turned and glared at Sirius.

“I didn’t say it,” he protested.

“James, someday you will be the leader of this nation,” Fleamont said, crossing the room and placing his hands on James’ shoulders. Euphemia winked at Sirius from behind his back as the oh-so-familiar speech began. “That means you will represent not only our family, but also the mainland and each of the islands to the rest of the world. A great responsibility comes with this—sacrifices must be made for the people we care for and your citizens will look to you as an example. Attending the annual council meetings is one of your duties.”

“Besides, it’s still early autumn. I hear Frystmark is lovely this time of year,” Euphemia added. “Sirius, you should go pack before dinner. James, please make sure you bring your trousers.”

“Trousers!” Fleamont straightened suddenly. “That’s what I forgot!”

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The journey to Frystmark was surprisingly comfortable. Their caravan was not large, consisting of two carriages: Euphemia, Fleamont, and James would represent the island council of the Eastern Coast and only brought three attendants with them. Sirius wasn’t an attendant, but he wasn’t technically part of the royal family, either—as the royal ward, he existed in a strange in-between place that boiled down to a position as James’ official best friend. It was the best job in the world, as far as he was concerned.

Though they followed the line of the coast, Sirius could feel the temperature growing colder and drier with each passing day. The glittering teal sea became a dark, eerie blue as they went north, and the warm breezes that tickled his face were replaced by howling winds. Sirius remembered the winters in west Silvalith with their frozen rivers and large snowflakes, but the chill of Frystmark settled somewhere deep in his bones as they crossed the border.

Even the forests were different: Harindvar, though it was a prolific trading hub, did not have many trees to speak of, and the Middle Kingdom’s lush forests had all turned auburn and gold as autumn set in. Frystmark’s trees were a deep green with needlelike leaves and rough bark—they smelled sharp, totally unlike the earthy softness of oak or elm.

“What kind of people would choose to live here?” James asked quietly on the sixth night of their journey while Fleamont and Euphemia dozed on the opposite bench seat. His breath was visible against the icy glass of their carriage and Sirius was grateful for the extra coat he had borrowed.

“You know the king and queen better than I do.” Sirius squinted into the night; he could have sworn he saw something move out there.

James huffed. “That’s the weird part. Queen Hope is as sweet as Mum, and King Lyall reminds me of Dad, if someone stole his sense of humor. Their son’s a little weird, but I can’t imagine anyone willingly signing up to live in the snow nine months of the year.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius frowned.

“About what?”

“You said their son was weird.”

“Well, it’s not that he’s weird, he just…” James trailed off, biting the edge of his fingernail.

“He freaks you out.” Realization dawned on Sirius and he grinned. “Oh my god, you’re scared of him! What did he do?”

“I’m not scared of him!” James hissed. “And shush, you’ll wake Mum and Dad.”

“You totally are.”

“No, it’s—” James ran a hand through his hair and winced when he stubbed his finger on the edge of his crown. “He’s quiet, but not in a shy way. He spends most of the meetings watching everyone else and only chimes in when he can completely tear apart their argument, then comes up with this amazing plan to help three countries at once.”

“So…you’re jealous?”

“I should be.” James’ voice was barely above a murmur and Sirius wondered if he had meant to say it aloud at all. “The last time we met, this general from Silvalith tried to be an ass about his mum’s idea and he shut the guy down with less than ten words. He reminds me a lot of Marlene, actually, if she had any self-control whatsoever.”

Sirius smiled. He liked Marlene for exactly that reason: she had an air of “pretentious spoiled princess”, but beneath that shell she was wickedly smart and had a knack for trouble that rivaled his own. She was handy with a longsword, too.

“I’m glad you’re here with me.” James bumped him on the shoulder and Sirius looked away from the wilderness to return the gesture. “I know it’s the future of our country and everything, but it can get deadly boring without you.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sirius said, bundling up against the wall of the carriage. “We should get some sleep, your mum said we’d be there by tomorrow afternoon and Marlene will never let me live it down if I lose to her in another duel.”

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Despite the creepy woods and the inherent intensity that came with a city built against a mountain, Varghal was beautiful. Sirius stared at the massive wall in awe as they passed through it, trundling along below muscular warriors and the biggest dogs he had ever seen. The mountain, like everything else, was larger than life: it shone in a myriad of icy blues and lilac against the glaring white of the snow.

The charcoal-gray castle wasn’t actually a castle, not by Sirius’ definition of the word; it was more like a really, really, big lodge with a sharply slanted roof to keep the snow off. Contrary to James’ previous comments, the people looked quite happy to be there: they smiled and waved to the Eastern Coast carriages while a herd of small children ran along behind them, shrieking with laughter.

The shock of the cold on Sirius’ unprotected face as he stepped out must have been clear, because an elderly woman came over from her soup pot and adjusted the edges of his collar into their proper position, tutting under her breath. “Welcome to the North, dear. Do try not to lose any fingers on your first day.”

Somehow, Sirius didn’t think she was joking as he shivered out a ‘thank you’ and hurried after James.

“Welcome to Varghal, friends!” King Lyall’s deep voice echoed off the stone walls as he crossed the room to greet them. The informality of the gesture was a bit surprising; in most countries, the monarchs would remain on their thrones while a steward introduced any guests, but Sirius had to admit he appreciated the lack of stiffness. “How was your journey?”

Sirius was vaguely aware of King Lyall and Queen Hope greeting the others, but his vison tunneled as soon as the prince came into view.

He was tall—taller than James, Sirius noted with a sense of satisfaction—but not nearly as broad as his father, though the sword at his hip hinted at a lot more muscle than met the eye. His wavy hair was the color of sweet caramel, and his eyes—

Sirius nearly keeled over when the prince looked at him; it was a true miracle his knees didn’t dissolve into slush. The sharp amber pinned him in place and he finally realized what James had been talking about: there was no doubt in his mind that the prince was the quickest, most observant person in the room.

“—and our ward, Sirius.” Euphemia’s smooth voice snapped him back to reality and he turned to the king and queen, turning on his brightest smile to hide the fact that he had just been ogling their son in the middle of their court.

“It’s lovely to meet you. You have a beautiful…mountain.” Sirius regretted his word choice as soon as it left his mouth, but the twinkle in Queen Hope’s eye and a quiet huff from behind her soothed his fear. The prince was barely holding down a smile, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter.

“This is our son, Remus,” King Lyall stepped aside slightly to make room for the prince.

“A pleasure.” Remus shook Sirius’ hand with the ghost of a grin at the edges of his lips.

“Indeed,” Sirius said. Would it be inappropriate to wink? Probably.

He did it anyway. The faint dusting of pink along the tops of Remus’ freckled cheekbones—freckles, oh, yes—was poorly hidden as he moved to greet James and his parents.

A guard with biceps the size of Sirius’ head led them to a nearby lodge once the initial greeting was done; they would have the welcome feast later for a proper ‘hello’, anyway, and the king and queen couldn’t spend all day chatting.

“I can’t believe you,” James hissed as they followed Euphemia and Fleamont to the lodge. “I cannot believe you.”

“What did I do?”

“Flirting! You were flirting with the fucking prince!” James’ ears had gone red, but he sounded more baffled than angry. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Did you see him?” Sirius snorted. James pinched him on the arm. “Ouch! It’s not like you’re rival countries or anything!”

“He might be betrothed, Sirius,” James said slowly, like he was explaining it to a child.

“So, what, you think I’m sexy enough to swoop in and steal some poor Frystmarkan’s man?”

“That is not the point. The point is that there could be some sort of political agreement that he’s involved in and if you screw it up it could have actual consequences.”

“…so you do think I’m sexy enough to—”

“Oh, for the love of—” James made a funny sort of grumbling noise and turned his back on Sirius.

“Do you want to know what the best part was?” Sirius waited a moment, and when James continued to march on ahead of him, he began prodding his back. “James. Jamie. I know you want to know what the best part was.”

James stopped walking and turned around, looking thoroughly exhausted. “What, pray tell, was the best part?”

Sirius’ smile was downright devilish. “It worked.”

“Jamie!” A blur of yellow and purple almost bowled poor James over.

“Hello, to you too, Marlene,” Sirius said sarcastically. “I’m doing well, thanks for asking.”

“Shut up, nerd.” Marlene threw herself at him in the way only she could, wrapping her arms tight around his chest and squeezing tight. “I’ve missed you both so much!”

“It’s good to see you.” His voice was a bit muffled in her golden curls, and the hilt of the sword on her back threatened his eye each time she moved. “How’s the lion court? Not in shambles from your adventures yet?”

“I’ve done my damndest, but still she stands,” Marlene held him at arm’s length with a wide smile. “I guess I’ll need a partner in crime one of these days.”

“You’ve already got one,” a tall woman said, smiling as she hugged Marlene from behind. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, especially not for Sirius.”

“Imagine the scandal,” Sirius mock-fainted.

“Don’t worry, Dorcas, he’s got his eye on someone else.” James wrapped his arms around Dorcas’ waist, creating a strange three-person centipede where his chin just barely cleared her shoulder.

“Who?” Marlene all but shrieked, grabbing Sirius by the arms and shaking him. “Who, who, who?”

“Let’s see,” James said. “We’ve been here for half an hour and the only people we’ve met are an elderly woman who warned him against frostbite and the royal family. I’ll give you three guesses, and the first two don’t count.”

“You didn’t,” Dorcas and Marlene gasped at the same time, though one sounded significantly more gleeful than the other.

“Oh, I did,” Sirius couldn’t hold down his grin.

“And he succeeded,” James groaned, thumping his forehead against Dorcas’ back.

“Who knew you were such a rascal,” Marlene socked Sirius in the arm. “Only you would go for the king’s infamous son.”

“Infamous?” Dorcas frowned. “Remus is lovely, if a bit awkward. He’s so kind to all the kids and he’s quite a troublemaker once you get to know him. Reminds me of you, James, if you had a shred of sneakiness in your body.”

“Hey!”

“Speaking of sneaky, where’s Peter?” Sirius asked as he pulled Marlene’s arms around him and settled into the four-person hug chain. “Does he come to this sort of thing?”

Marlene pressed her face into the middle of Sirius’ back and sighed happily. Always a cuddler, he thought with an internal eye roll. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon enough. Some of the Silval knights were giving him a hard time earlier and he wanted a little time to read after unloading everything.”

“Which knights?” James’ voice had a false-casual edge to it.

“A couple of the idiots that always come along.”

“Which knights, Marlene?”

“Rosier and Yaxley,” she sighed. “Don’t worry, I already beat them in a fight and they apologized to him.” James made an unhappy sound, but he dropped the issue. “Come on, I need you three to admire my dress for the party tonight. Dorcas, darling, you already gave your opinion, but I could stand to hear it again.”

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Marlene’s dress was, admittedly, quite wonderful. If Sirius had been attracted to women in the slightest, he would definitely have been smitten by her, especially after her entrance into the welcome feast. The light from the torches sparkled off the silver fabric as the steward announced the royal family of Tidoras and she took her seat next to Dorcas, who was deep in conversation with the rest of the representatives from Marajis and whose own golden dress complemented Marlene’s perfectly.

Quite the pair, Sirius thought as he took a sip of ale.

“King Lyall, Queen Hope, and Prince Remus of Frystmark!” The steward’s voice rang out and Sirius came terribly close to spitting his ale all over James, who gave him an exasperated look as he coughed into a napkin.

Remus cast a quick look his way and the corners of his mouth twitched up. Unfortunately for Sirius’ coherent thought process or general ability to drink things, Remus’ tan tunic and navy blue cloak were exceedingly flattering against his, well, everything. Silently, Sirius sent a litany of gratitude to Euphemia for inviting him along to the council.

The feast itself was delicious and loud, just the way Sirius liked it. He thrived on the energy of a crowd, and the meeting of six countries over a wonderful dinner and plenty of ale set him alight from the inside. He was sure he could live off this feeling for years.

However, the real fun came after the meal, when the bards kicked into an upbeat tune and everyone began pushing the tables to the sides of the room to free up space for a dance floor. If anything, the hall grew louder and more chaotic, filled with swirling bodies and off-key singing that warmed the place so much that Sirius forgot how cold it was outside the walls. He wheeled around the room with Marlene, both of them laughing as they slipped between young children who wanted in on the excitement. He and James shared a dramatic slow dance once Marlene swept off to find Dorcas, much to the amusement of the older couples around them.

He took a break during a lull in the music, snagging his half-finished pint and a fresh one from the table as he made a beeline for the far windows. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I live here,” Remus laughed, taking the offered drink.

“Do you really? I hadn’t noticed. The boots really threw me off.” Sirius grinned as Remus kicked him lightly with the aforementioned boots, which were fur-lined and clearly meant for heavy snow. He snickered and took a gulp of ale, trying to suppress a grimace. “I’m really sorry, but this is terrible.”

“It is, isn’t it? Don’t tell my da, but I really can’t stand the stuff.” Remus raised his ale to a passing noble with a fake smile and took a sip of it, his face twisting.

“Are you betrothed?” Sirius asked.

Remus, who had just been tipping his flagon back for another drink, choked and spluttered. “No—” Sirius smacked him on the back twice as he regained his breath and turned to halfheartedly glare at him. “You’re an asshole. No, I am not betrothed. Why do you ask?”

“James was curious.”

“James?” Remus raised his eyebrows and glanced across the ballroom, where James was clearly struggling to escape a conversation with an elderly Middle Kingdom general. “He’s not really my type, unfortunately.”

“Tragic. He had his heart set on you, you know. He’ll be devastated.”

“I can’t say I hope he recovers. I have a reputation as a real heartbreaker around here,” Remus said mildly, waving to James, who was desperately signaling to Sirius.

“Do you?”

“Oh, yeah, the old women and the twelve-year-olds are just falling all over themselves.” They glanced at each other, then burst into laughter.

“Really, though, James wanted to make sure you weren’t promised to someone,” Sirius said as soon as he regained his breath. “I think he was worried I would accidentally end the political world with a bit of flirting.”

“Wouldn’t that be something.” Remus rolled his eyes and leaned against the windowsill, letting out a long breath. “It’s nice to have visitors. We’re not generally fond of strangers, but the council mixes things up, gives the pack something to look at other than squirrels.”

“I meant to ask about that. Why are your dogs so…”

“Gigantic? Toothy? Generally a bit frightening?” Remus finished for him.

“Exactly.”

“First of all, they’re not dogs, they’re wolves. And second of all, they’re not really wolves, either.”

“Thanks, that really clears it up.”

“They’re called direwolves,” Remus said with a laugh. “They’re like regular wolves, but bigger and stronger, and we train them with our warriors. That’s why our sigil is a direwolf; they’re sacred to our people.” He gestured to the flags that hung from the eaves bearing the shape of a snarling wolf’s head.

“Is that why your capital is called ‘Varghal’? It means ‘wolf den’, right?” Sirius smiled as Remus looked at him in surprise. “Hey, I know things.”

A secretive smile crossed his face for a half-second. “Yeah, that’s mostly why.”

“Remus! There you are, sweetheart.” Queen Hope glided toward them from the end of the table with a warm smile before Sirius could inquire further. “Hello, Sirius, how are you?”

Sirius bowed to her. “I’m doing well, Queen Hope. The feast is fantastic and your son is an excellent conversationalist.”

“Your father wants to speak with you for a moment,” Hope tugged on the edge of Remus’ cloak and shepherded him across the room, toward a crowd of noblemen. King Lyall stood out from the others—the was the strongest by far, and nearly the tallest.

“See you later?” Sirius asked.

A soft blush, much different than the flickering hints of mischief from before, spread across Remus’ cheeks. “Sure.”

Whatever King Lyall wanted to talk about, it must have been important, because he kept Remus in the group for close to an hour. By the time he was done, Sirius was consoling James after a failed attempt at wooing a lovely woman with fiery red hair.

“She’s just so beautiful,” James mourned with his chin propped on his arms as he watched her chat with Dorcas. She was indeed quite pretty, and her dark green dress showed off some serious muscle on her arms. “And really smart, too. Nobody’s ever insulted me so thoroughly in such a short amount of time.”

“I think we need to have a talk about your turn-ons, Jamie,” Sirius said sympathetically, patting him on the back. “Generally, when someone insults you, you don’t keep pursuing them.”

James groaned and thumped his forehead on the table with a muffled “ow”.

“Excuse me.” Someone tapped gently on Sirius’ shoulder. “Could I steal you for a dance?”

He grinned as James slowly raised his head again. “Absolutely, your highness.”

Remus paused and craned his neck to look down at James. “Oh, and James? I’m not betrothed, though I appreciate your interest.”

The mortified flush that spread beneath James’ dark tan was something Sirius would treasure for the rest of his life as he allowed himself to be pulled along by the hand. “Is this a good time to mention that I don’t know how to do any formal Northern dances?”

Remus flashed him a quick smile and grabbed his other wrist. “You’ll catch on.”

Dancing in Varghal was very different than dancing in Silvalith or Harindvar. Western dances were stiff and formal with careful steps and little rhythm, while the Eastern dances were mostly group-oriented or done by trained dancers who swayed and twirled to the music. Therefore, Sirius was not expecting to be grabbed by the elbow and spun around in a tight circle by a giggling little girl in a yellow dress, who passed him off to the old woman who had fixed his collar earlier before disappearing into the mass of bodies.

He got the hang of the dance pretty quickly: partners swung each other in a few close spirals before joining up with someone new, and once in a while the group would clap along to the jaunty music or form a set of wide circles that ducked and wove within one another. Marlene and Dorcas whirled by him a few times, smiling freely and glimmering in the torchlight—quite the pair, he thought for the second time that night.

Twice, he caught Remus’ eye and tried to spin towards him, but both times they were snagged by other partners before they could meet in the middle. This kind of dancing was pure, unbridled fun that rose to a fever pitch as the song began to crescendo. Sirius was a bit dizzy from all the turning until a familiar hand closed around his own and Remus’ amber eyes, alight with joy, locked onto his own.

They spun together, hands linked, dipping in and out in a wild pattern until the final note struck and Sirius found himself chest-to-chest with Remus, staring into his eyes, breathless. They were both panting lightly and a little bit sweaty; Remus’ pupils were blown wide and his mouth was turned up in a faint smile. The air between them hummed with something that had no name and didn’t need one—all it would take was a single step from either of them, and they would be kissing.

“Friends and countrymen!” King Lyall’s voice boomed out over the crowd, hushing all the dancers. Remus quickly stepped away and Sirius followed suit, squeezing his hand once before taking a seat by James, still reeling from the dance. “It is a true honor to host you all for the annual council. This is a time for fostering unity and forming new friendships with one another, and I hope this week’s meetings will leave us all ushering in another year of peace and prosperity.”

The hall rang with cheers and applause as people mobbed the king for a handshake or a quick conversation, and it soon became clear that Remus would be occupied for the rest of the night. Downsides of being a prince, Sirius thought wryly as he followed James out of the hall and past Marlene, who had fallen asleep on Dorcas’ shoulder.

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius blurted as he entered the night on James’ heels. “It’s cold.”

James quipped some muffled agreement from the depths of his coat, but Sirius couldn’t hear it over the rushing wind or the biting cold against his skin, even beneath all his clothes. They sprinted for the Eastern Coast lodge, shivering as they slammed the door shut and peeled away their outer layers. “Ugh, I don’t know how I’ll survive a week here.”

“With plenty of warm drinks and long sleeves, Jamie.” A huge yawn crackled Sirius’ jaw and he trudged toward his bed. The number of blankets and furs had seemed excessive during the daytime, but he was eternally grateful for them now as he pulled two nightshirts on and bundled himself up. He heard James getting ready for bed in the adjacent room and the familiar sound was enough to lull him to sleep, into a land of dreams of secret smiles and watchful amber eyes.

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Sirius awoke to a scratching at the door. The wind had increased in volume and the cold had leeched through the thick walls since he last remembered. He paused, staring at the ceiling, until the scratching sounded again, followed by a pitiful whine. Dog? he thought sleepily. Dog! Cold dog, poor baby.

Before he could wake up enough to question his decision-making skills, he was out of bed and crossing the small room, where a soft thump against the wood broke his heart. He wouldn’t wish this blizzard on anyone, least of all an innocent dog—he had always loved dogs.

The lock was stubborn, but it came free after a moment and he opened the door; the resulting blast of frigid air in his face startled him into full consciousness. It was still pitch-black outside and he took a half-second to wonder at the time before a fuzzy shape darted past his legs and into the room. “What the—” Sirius slammed it closed, locking it tight and trying to get his bearings. “Um. Hello.”

A spray of cold water hit him full in the face as the beast shook its fur clean and sat down, cocking its head at him. Sirius coughed once and wiped his face clean, still blinking sleep from his eyes.

“You’re not a dog, and not a wolf. You certainly look like one, though. Direwolf! That’s what you are!” The direwolf’s tail thumped against the ground. Sirius grinned and sat on the ground, holding his hand out like he used to for strays. “C’mere, puppy! C’mere!”

The direwolf stood up again—shit, the thing was even bigger now that he was on its level—and stepped closer, tentatively sniffing Sirius’ fingers. It backed up when he reached out to pet it and growled low in its throat, a warning sound that sent ice down his spine. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. Nice puppy.”

He took a deep breath and outstretched his hand once more, palm down, then closed his eyes. “There, I won’t grab at you if I can’t see you. Please don’t eat my hand.”

There was a moment of quiet, punctuated by the click-clack of nails on the ground and gentle whuffs of the snuffling dog, before something cold and wet touched Sirius’ palm. He cracked one eye open and found the direwolf nearly face-to-face with him, its muzzle pressed against his hand as it stared at him. “Oh.” All the breath rushed from his lungs and he shakily smiled. The wolf nosed along his arm and pressed its head into his hand, rubbing back and forth.

“Do you want pats?” Sirius ran a hand down the wolf’s neck and its tag wagged happily, spurring him on. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Good boy!” He reached up to scratch behind its ears and the wolf went boneless, flopping down onto him and sending them both to the floor. “Oof!”

Sirius lifted his head off the ground and nearly touched noses with the direwolf, whose chin was propped on his collarbones and pinned him to the ground. “How the hell did I get here?” he wondered aloud, letting his head fall back again. “As much as I enjoy being warm again, you’re crushing my ribcage and I’d like to get some sleep.” The wolf just blew out a long, damp breath into his face. “Thanks.”

Carefully, he reached for the general area of the wolf’s shoulders and pushed—by some miracle, the wolf took the hint and stood up, then wandered to his bed and hopped onto it. “That wasn’t an invitation, but alright.” The direwolf stared down at him with dark golden eyes, blinking once in an I dare you to move me kind of way. “I have the sinking suspicion you’re going to eat me when you look at me like that.”

It took a moment to sort out the tangled pile of blankets on the bed before he could settle in, but soon he was cuddled up beneath a mound of once-warm furs and trying to ignore the large carnivorous beast at the foot of the bed. As soon as his eyelids began to droop, the direwolf whined. Is it a good idea to kick a 150-pound predator off the bed? No.

It whined again and Sirius groaned. “What now?” He opened his eyes and didn’t bother struggling to sit up; all his resolve melted away as the wolf stared at him with the saddest puppy eyes he had ever seen. “Alright, come on.”

The direwolf shuffled forward and burrowed under the covers, kicking Sirius once or twice as it scooted up. It looked at him a bit suspiciously as it emerged on the opposite side of the bed, like it was waiting for him to change his mind. “Did you know you’re a sacred symbol here?” The wolf shifted a bit closer. “In my opinion, sacred symbols should be a little more considerate of hat time they come calling on sleeping people.”

It wagged its tail and drew even closer. “You smell like wet dog and your fur is still damp from the snow. I’m not snuggling you.” Sirius was too tired to deal with overgrown puppies tonight, so he turned on his side and closed his eyes.

The direwolf pawed at his shoulder and nearly tipped him over the side of the bed. “Stop that.”

Another paw. “Stop it, I’m trying to sleep!”

Apparently, the wolf’s thin shred of patience ran out, because the next thing Sirius felt was a freezing cold nose pressing against the back of his neck. “Hey!”

“Sirius?” James’ groggy voice made them both go stock-still. “Who’re you talking to?”

“A direwolf broke into my room, Jamie, and now it’s trying to cuddle me, or possibly eat me. Go back to sleep.”

“Right then, sleep well.” James wandered back through the doorway to his bedroom and closed the door once more. Chances were, he wouldn’t remember a thing in the morning.

Sirius rolled onto his ack and turned his head to look at the direwolf. “You shouldn’t be here when morning comes. I’m sure your warrior friends are going to miss you, though you don’t seem like much of a fighter.”

Gingerly, without breaking eye contact, the wolf laid its nose on Sirius’ shoulder. He smiled and gave it another scratch behind its tawny ears, then closed his eyes and let his breathing even out to match the wolf’s steady huffs. Within a minute, he was asleep.

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The direwolf was gone when Sirius woke up, though he had no idea how it had gotten out. The only evidence that it existed at all was a handful of tan-and-white fur scattered along the sheets and Sirius’ outer nightshirt. “Weird,” he muttered under his breath as he dug around in his rucksack for regular clothing.

Breakfast was a quick affair of berries and salted meats alongside a mug of hot chocolate that Sirius savored for nearly ten minutes. It wasn’t spiced like the kind they drank on the Eastern Coast, but rather dark and smooth as it coated his tongue. The clock on the wall finally motivated him to leave the comfort of the lodge and head out into the village, where he made a beeline for the armory.

“Jamie, you in there?” he called as he walked around the side of the building.

“Back here!”

Sirius followed the voice and found James taking careful aim at a target on the other side of a large arena. “Your first meeting is in ten minutes.”

“I know.”

“You should get going soon.”

“I will.”

“James.”

The arrow embedded itself next to several of its kin and James drew another without sparing a glance at Sirius. “I’m always on time, don’t worry. Look, this bow has a different curve than mine, so it’s got more power over less distance. See how well the arrows stick? It’s really beautiful work.”

“I’m sure it is. Unless you want me to give it a whirl, you should go to your meeting.”

James lowered the bow and looked at him in horror. “If you even breathe on this masterpiece I will maim you.”

“That’s what I thought. Come on, you can ogle the curve of the bow later.” He had to practically drag James away from the armory—honestly, the boy was hopeless when it came to archery, Sirius couldn’t take him anywhere—and they trudged toward the meeting tent and tried to ignore the snow that threatened to freeze their toes off. “I’m going to go find Pete. We’ll be in the main hall when you’re all done.”

As Fleamont and Euphemia’s ward, he remained under their guardianship, but whenever an important meeting called for the councilmembers he had to stay outside. The only real downside to being friends with the royal children of nearly every country on the continent was that they were required to sit in on those same meetings without him.

“Sirius! Hey!” Speak of the devil.

“Pete!” Sirius opened his arms for a tight hug. “How’ve you been? We couldn’t find you yesterday before the feast.”

Peter flushed and chewed at his lip. “I lost track of time, sorry. I just started this amazing new book that I just couldn’t put down and—oh! You haven’t met Lily, have you?”

“Lily?”

“She was at the party last night, hang on. Lily!” Peter stuck his head into the blacksmith’s shop. “Do you have a second?”

“What’s up, Pete?” Sirius just barely managed to contain his shock as the girl who had so completely rejected James at the party emerged, holding an axe in one hand and a whetting stone in the other. “Oh, hello, aren’t you friends with the idiot who hit on me last night?”

“I am, yeah.” Sirius extended a hand to her. “I’m Sirius, and the idiot was James. You really broke his heart.”

Lily shook his hand and gave him a suspicious look. “I’m not going to apologize.”

“I didn’t expect you to. James needs a little humbling now and then, and I can only do so much.”

Peter beamed at them. “Sirius, Lily is the best board game player I’ve ever met.”

“Is that true?” Sirius raised an eyebrow at the redhead. “I take that as a personal challenge, Lilyflower.”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Lily sheathed her axe at her hip and started walking toward the main hall. “Come on, you two, I’ve got a title to win.”

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In less than two hours, Lily cemented her place as one of Sirius’ favorite people. She was funny, smart, and kicked their asses at every single game they played until he finally gave in and started placing his checkers pieces with his eyes closed in the hope that a higher power would intervene just once.

“Lily?” James’ voice cracked horribly from the doorway. “Wha—but you’re—why are you here?”

“Is that an existential question or a literal one?” she asked without looking up from the board. “Currently, I’m here to beat your friend at checkers.”

“I call witchcraft,” Sirius complained as she took his last piece.

“I call skill,” she shot back with a wicked grin. “I believe you owe me something, good sir.”

He heaved a sigh and climbed on the tabletop. “Lily Evans is the most wonderful, talented, and badass person to ever grace this land.”

Peter clapped politely from his seat. “A true statement if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Thanks for the victory, boys. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have actual work to do.” Lily ruffled Peter’s hair and strolled out of the hall, brushing past James as she went without a backward glance.

“She could murder me with that axe and I’d thank her,” James said faintly as soon as she was out of earshot. “That’s the love of my life right there.”

“Keep bothering her and you might get your wish,” Marlene teased, plopping herself down at the game table. “Pete, roll it back, would you?”

The dice game, along with several others, stayed active for much of the day as the four royals ducked in and out of meetings. Sirius had never been to a council before, but he could tell it took effort for them to make time in between important peace talks; more than once, Dorcas slouched low in her seat to avoid the sightline of another official, and on one memorable occasion James fully hid under the table when his father entered the room.

“We’ve got defined times to talk about these things,” he defended once Fleamont had left. “Twenty minutes of game time isn’t going to plunge the continent into war.”

The downtime between councils quickly became Sirius’ favorite part of the day: whether he was sandwiched next to Remus around a game of dice or mock-dueling Marlene in the arena behind the armory, he felt the bonds of friendship blossoming between the seven of them with each new inside joke and victory.

He often forgot that Lily, the oldest of their group, was only twenty-three; Peter, the youngest, had just turned twenty a month prior. They acted like they were sixteen again, racing around the village in a pack and dredging up fun wherever they went. According to James, the annual council was usually a solemn event for discussing heavy issues without a lot of outside interaction; watching the tension melt away from everyone’s faces warmed Sirius from the inside out.

On the fifth day of the council, the royal children were only allowed to attend the morning meetings, which left their entire afternoon open. “I have an idea,” Remus said as soon as they met up outside the main hall. He was practically bouncing with excitement as he led them to the outskirts of the town, where a rickety old shed wobbled in the rushing wind. “I need one shoe from each of you.”

Had anyone else taken him into the frozen wilderness and borrowed a shoe, Sirius would have laughed in their faces; for Remus, however, all his logic went flying out the window. It was almost embarrassing how fast his left boot came off.

“What’s he doing in there?” Dorcas asked as she balanced on one leg a d rubbed feeling back into her bare foot. “I’ll lose my poor toes if he takes much longer.”

“I can hear you!”

“Good! Give me my shoe!”

Remus appeared a moment later with a collection of strange boots hanging off his arms. “I have something better for you, you ungrateful hellion.”

“Are these…knife shoes?” Marlene took her pair and squinted at the blades someone had welded to the soles.

“These are ice skates. Don’t put them on now!” he shooed Sirius’ hand away. “We have a bit of a walk first.”

‘A bit of a walk’ turned out to be a twenty-minute trek through the forest that left them all simultaneously sweaty and numb, but it was worth it when they broke through a dense patch of bushes.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Lily breathed as a wide lake came into view.

She was correct—the lake was unlike anything Sirius had ever seen. Patches of snow rested on the thick ice and gleamed in the afternoon sun, making the whole thing shine. “Alright, put your skates on and then follow me.” Remus was already lacing up his knife shoes, looking more excited than Sirius had seen yet.

The skates fit differently than normal shoes and it was a real struggle to get them on properly; a quick glance around told him that he was not the only one having issues. Still, Sirius was the first to get his on and stepped onto the ice, only to fall flat on his back.

“Maybe you should try hanging onto a branch first,” Remus called from further out, sounding far too amused. “It’s easy once you get the hang of it.”

Sirius wobbled to his feet, feeling for all the world like a newborn deer taking its first steps, and took a shaky step. His skate slid straight out from under him and he clutched the branch for dear life. Ahead of him, Remus was gliding along the ice in smooth curves like he had been born for it.

Step, plant, push. Easy enough. Sirius planted his right foot and pushed off with his left, skidding forward along the branch. A surprised laugh bubbled out of his chest. “I did it!”

“How?” James griped to his left, where he was half-dangling off a branch.

“You step, plant your foot, and then push off with the other.” Sirius took another step and let go of the branch, moving towards the center of the lake. His momentum carried him forward without a lot of extra pushing, and soon he was headed straight for Remus. “Wait, shit, I don’t know how to stop!”

Remus’ eyes widened a half-second before Sirius slammed into him, sending them both to the ice with a clatter. “Ow,” he groaned beneath him.

“Sorry.” He tried to stand up again, but only succeeded in falling over again and elbowing Remus in the kidney, making them both wince.

“Stop, stop moving before you break something.” Remus grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto the ice, then stood in one graceful step and hauled him up by the collar. “For future reference, you turn your skates sharply to stop, alright? Here, hold on to me and I’ll show you.”

Sirius listed to the side and gripped the hollow of Remus’ elbow for support. “Ice is a lot harder than dirt.”

“I won’t let you fall.”

A chord struck deep in Sirius’ chest and he looked up from his skates. Remus was watching him steadily, holding him tight as they skated along the pale blue ice that seemed to glow from underneath. I could lean in right now and kiss him. It wouldn’t take much. I’ll risk falling for that.

“Remus?” Lily’s palpable frustration cut through the whirring in his head. Their moment melted away. “We could use a hand.”

Timing, Lily. Remus released his forearms and skated over to Lily and James, who had somehow managed to lock their skates together when they fell; after taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Sirius made his wobbly way back to the shore and sat down heavily in the snow with a barely-concealed huff of annoyance.

“Hey, guys?” Marlene stopped in front of the group and laced her fingers with Dorcas’. “We have an announcement to make. Everyone will know at dinner, but we wanted to tell you first.”

“We’re engaged!” Dorcas beamed and held up her arm, where a thin silver bracelet adorned her wrist. Marlene showed an identical one in gold.

Sirius’ jaw dropped and Lily shrieked as James tried to stand up, momentarily forgetting their predicament and dragging her backwards along the ice in his excitement. “You’re joking,” Peter gasped. “Marlene, you didn’t tell me that!”

“It was supposed to be a surprise!” Marlene laughed as Peter nearly tackled her in a hug.

“Congratulations!” Remus said, wrapping Dorcas in a hug. “When did this happen?”

“Two weeks ago.” Dorcas looked over at her girlfriend—no, her fiancée, Sirius corrected himself—with soft, dreamy eyes. “Our parents approved it a while ago, but we figured now was as good a time as any.”

“That is so sweet,” James sniffled as Lily took off her skates entirely to pull both women in for a group hug in just her socks. Sirius joined them a moment later, followed by Remus, and finally James who also removed his skates so he wouldn’t bowl them over.

They fell over anyway, of course, landing in a snowdrift on the shore in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Sirius wanted to bottle the feeling of laying side-by-side with his best friends, giggling like twelve-year-olds as they escaped their looming responsibilities for once perfect afternoon until dusk fell.

There, out on the frozen lake, nobody cared who ran what country or what the politicians were saying or what the future would look like. They could just be together and celebrate a beautiful moment, letting seven hearts beat as one.

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That night, Sirius awoke to the sound of screaming.

He was on his feet in an instant, letting the shock of nighttime cold wake him up as he pulled on the nearest clothes he could reach and buckled his sword around his waist before throwing the door between rooms open. “James! James, get up!”

“I’m up, but I don’t know where Mum and Dad are.” James’ face was gray with fear as he ran in from the adjacent room, an arrow already nocked in his bow. The acrid smell of smoke burned Sirius’ nose as he forced his own door open and barely avoided the huge hooves of a terrified horse as it bolted for the woods.

“Where would they go?” he asked over the noise, drawing his sword. Flames licked the huge wooden wall that surrounded the front of the city and sent huge plumes of ash into the cool air; the men and wolves that ran along the top had become smudges of shadow in the chaos.

“I don’t know, I heard wood splintering and—” James swung around suddenly and sent his arrow into the neck of a black-clad man with a dagger who was chasing down a young milkmaid. Sirius took his place at James’ back on instinct—they had never fought in an actual battle before, but he knew where he needed to be.

“I don’t see them anywhere.” Sirius scanned the crowd and knocked an arrow aside with the flat of his sword. He could taste the bitter adrenaline on his tongue and teeth as it raced through his veins.

The gate shuddered and groaned as more raiders pour through the bottleneck, roaring incoherent battle cries. A hand closed around Sirius’ bicep and he whirled around, already bringing his sword down in a deadly arc, only for it to be blocked by another blade. “You have to leave right now!” Remus shouted, lowering his sword.

“We have to find my parents!” James argued, picking off another raider on the wall.

Cold fear oozed down Sirius’ spine. “Where are the others?”

“In a secret passage in the woodpile. Marlene and Dorcas couldn’t find their parents, either.” Remus sheathed his sword and grabbed James’ elbow, tugging them both toward a mound by the edge of the woods.

That’s no coincidence, Sirius thought. Three sets of royals going missing in the heat of an ambush?

He knew he only had two options: he could take James and look for the people who had protected him in his hour of greatest need, possibly getting them all killed in the process, or he could protect his newfound friends as they fled a doomed city. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, but he wasn’t sure they were from the smoke.

“Let go of me!” James snarled as Sirius grabbed him around the waist and hauled him toward the passage. Remus ran ahead and held the cover aside, revealing Lily, Peter, Marlene, and Dorcas huddled together in the dark. “Sirius, get the fuck off me!”

“Follow the passage and take a left at the first fork,” Remus ordered, chancing a look over his shoulder as he pushed them all back. “It’ll take a day or two, but you’ll end up at the border to the Middle Kingdom. Lily, can you take it from there?”

“I can.” Lily’s grip tightened on her axe.

“Good.”

Horrible understanding seized Sirius’ heart and he grabbed Remus’ hand. “You’re not coming with us?”

Remus looked down at their hands, then up at Sirius’ face. “This is my home. I can’t just—”

“Remus!” All seven of them jumped as King Lyall emerged from the fray, his sword drawn and bloody. “What are you still doing here? Take them to safety!”

“What?” Remus dropped Sirius’ hand and rocked back like he’d been hit. “I’m staying here to fight.”

“No, you need to lead them out of Frystmark.”

“I will not abandon my people,” he said, his voice breaking. “Da, please, I won’t leave you.”

“You must.” Lyall reached forward and cupped Remus’ cheek. “I am so proud of you. Fight hard. Be brave.” Noise erupted behind him as the gate crashed down in a fiery blaze and raiders flooded into the city.

“Da, you can’t—” Remus’ plea cut off as Lyall lifted his sword and, with a last look to his son, charged into the fray.

After a few thundering heartbeats of silence, Dorcas reached out and touched Remus’ elbow. “We need to go.”

He looked down at them, his beautiful amber eyes drowning in terror and despair, then back at Varghal. He’s going to stay, Sirius thought. He’s going to stay and he’s going to die. Remus took a deep, shaking breath and turned around, pushing the seven of them into the tunnel.

Sirius could still hear the direwolves howling as the night enveloped them.

#axe and sword #marauders au #marauders #harry potter #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #dorlene #jily

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telesthisia · 4 years ago

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HANDY DANDY RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET FOR PRINCESS ZELDA (A Link to the Past)!

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mun name: Amber!! ooc contact: My DMs are always open for mutuals and non-mutuals alike (I think at least, if not don’t be afraid to send in asks either I try my best to get to them ;v;)! I do have a personal blog but weeps.... me no longer active on there. And a twitter but weeps once again, it’s an oc twitter despite my yellings of off topic things. MY DISCORD TOO!! Though my activity is very inconsistent somedays I’ll be on others not so much! Don’t be afraid to ask for that uvu

who the heck is my muse anyway?

HOHO!!! For those who never touched The Legend of Zelda in their lives, I’m sure it’s pretty dang confusing to see more than one design of both Zelda and Link, I’ll try my best to explain this! The series follows a very, very convoluted timeline filled with plotholes, as such the Links and Zeldas we see throughout different titles of the game are actually reincarnations who are destined to seal away whatever darkness may threaten the lands known as Hyrule.

The Zelda I play as is the princess of Hyrule during a point in the timeline known as “Downfall Era” where the Hero of Time in OOT lost against Ganondorf in the final battle; Ocarina of Time is the reason for why there’s multiple timelines with each having their unique era depending on the choices in that game. The Downfall Era is known for having games known as A Link to The Past, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Time, Link’s Awakening, A Link Between Worlds, Triforce Heroes, The OG Legend of Zelda, Annnnd Adventure of Link! The Zelda I play as comes from A Link to The Past as well as the Oracle series and I guess Link’s Awakening despite having no appearance. The events of A Link to The Past and Oracle Series has deeply affected my Zellie in that she suffers from unspoken traumas as well depression. See, before the events of ALTTP there was a war known as the Imprisoning War, that war ended where the seven sages seal away Ganon. Peace reigned for a while until a series of plagues and droughts struck which affected the kingdom. It wasn’t until the antagonist of the game, a wizard by the name of Agahnim, would put an end to the misfortunate blighting Hyrule with his magic, gaining favor with the king. He was able to worm his way into court and from there act on his plans in breaking the seal to the sacred realm where the triforce and Ganon rest. Doing so, he must capture the seven maidens who are descendants of the seven sages and sacrifice them in order to break the seal and well, guess which princess happens to be one of those seven maidens? Suffice to say, he was successful in breaking the seal with Zelda being the final sacrifice. Here we find out that he’s actual the alter ego of Ganon (don’t question it too hard) and we also find out she’s not dead! Hooray! But she is trapped in a plane known as The Dark World, once the sacred realm corrupted by Ganon’s greed. So as all LOZ stories goes, Link saves the day. Happily ever after, right? Well... no, see unlike in the game where the ending is happy and everyone who died is alive I follow both the 90s comics and Himekawa manga where those who died in the games did not come back to life. This includes Zelda’s father, Link’s uncle and some of the maidens. It’s very bittersweet in that, the day is saved and Ganon is gone forever but at the cost of loved ones no longer coming back.

Well... Ganon comes back! In the oracle series! Two years after ALTTP, Twinrova tries to resurrect him by using the blood and body of Princess Zelda, meaning she can actually die this time around. But Link saves the day once again. Which leads us today, the main verse of the blog which is a year after Oracles and three years after ALTTP! NOTE: That my smash verse more or less follows this timeline I have in place for this blog.

things you should know

I sound like a broken record but. She’s a glass canon of sorts. Where she’s very powerful thanks to blood of the seven sages, the light force, and having hylia’s blood in her veins. As such, she’s very powerful and her magic super potent which is why so many people wanna sacrifice for dark rituals... BUT!! She has super power health issues that affects her magical stamina and body as such she can’t even use half her powerful magic and this upsets her greatly. It’s a small headcanon of mine because in the games and manga, she doesn’t really do much despite being a powerful magical princess. Keep in mind that ALTTP came out before the retcon that is Skyward Sword and before they decided to add more to Zelda’s abilities throughout the course of the series... so my brain went to: she’s powerful but can’t use magic too much due to poor health. It worked!! Before smash came along but I swear I’m not at all salty. To be fair, it was my fault for assuming things but imagine: glass canon Zelda. It sounded super cool at the time!

She represses a lot if only for the sake of her nation and to appear as a good leader for her people. As such, she’s almost always calm and has a gentle smile on her face despite radio static sounds resounding in her thoughts. Give her time, she’ll open up and show you her playful side!

She’s been surrounded by death considering before ALTTP, during ALTTP and kinda with Oracles if you count Twinrova, as well as having a connection with the spirit realm due to freaky PSI powers. So, she doesn’t really have a negative view on death and has actually gained that edgy romanticist view as the result of her life experiences. She’s very much someone who likes to live life to her fullest as the result... and well, it doesn’t help that she’s aware of her short life span thanks to her future vision. Something she won’t reveal to anyone more than likely as to not worry them. She’s more or less accepted her fate... speaking of which

She hates fate/destiny/etc but accepts whatever happens because again clairvoyance has proven that there’s no changing what’s been planned. So, she doesn’t bother fighting against it. But, what impresses her are those who manage to overcome destiny, something that Link does sometimes which is why she looks up to him. He’s that variable that the future can’t keep track of due to how ever changing he is.

She loves exploring creepy places, ruins, caves, and dungeons that are scattered throughout her kingdom, for both history and the spooky aesthetics of it! So if you see her outside the castle she’s more than likely getting ready to explore some spooky place. She’s almost always wearing her cloak but there are rare moments where she’s not either ;v; she’ll always go by the name Elle... worth mention she doesn’t bother hiding the mark of the triforce on her right hand.

Speaking of which, only people from the capital known as Castle Town and even some from Kakariko village as well know of the princess’ appearance. Various small towns throughout the land of Hyrule however, only remember her appearance from ALTTP where her hair was a more golden blonde rather than the platinum color that it’s taken from the various fear and stresses from her life. And also, she’s more freckly due to not wearing coverup when outside the castle. Ok well,,,,, here’s the best side by side comparison I have...

If you ask her what the light arrows are, she’ll look at you funny. She comes from a time where silver arrows are a thing :’) the few things that can defeat Ganon

Closet romantic, as in she loves love and wishes for a romance of her own but when it comes to her own feelings she’s an idiot due to repressing feelings.

what she’s been up to:

main verse: Which is during the events of Skyward Sword, as such she’s no longer in Skyloft nor does she have the full knowledge that she’s Hylia but Zelda is suspecting that there’s a connection there. She does not know how to wield her magic as it comes and goes in spurts. She’s seen throughout the Surface so she can be anywhere! Even in other timelines due to using the Gate of Time, we can just say that something screwed up causing for her to end up in another time period or even verse! LOZ series is pretty flexible in time travel.

where to find her:

Graveyard + Sanctuary: It’s a soothing place to visit and also to pay respects to the fallen in ALTTP.

One of the three provinces (my rendition of Hyrule is a little bigger than the in game map so don’t be afraid to add places that aren’t in ALTTP but in other titles, I know I tend to do): aka anywhere in the fields, she’s a woman plagued with wanderlust and doesn’t like being confined to one place

Kakariko: the villagers who know her true identity are hella nice to pretend that it’s not the princess but Elle! Guards tend to be here after a certain time though, so to avoid them she always avoids going to the village when it’s nearly sundown

Ruins, catacombs, abandon shrines etc: again she likes creepy or historical places or both!

Haunted Grove: Well... it’s haunted! So :’)

Castle: it’s possible to meet her here too! Whether as princess or someone sneaking either out of the castle or back into it.

current plans:

Lead her kingdom to the Golden Age, something her father tried to do before his demise. While wishing to see Link once more.

desired interactions:

I would love the usual adventure threads!!!

FRIENDSHIP!! She needs friends, pls!!

ENEMIES!! It’d be fun to write a more angry Zel who doesn’t get along with someone!

ROMANCE!! I’m a sucker for cuteness ;v; and slow burn ;v;

HORROR AU!! HORROR AU!!!

Creepy gothic threads of Zelda running into a creepy cryptid in a gothic castle on a stormy night.... this is very specific but listen, cries...

Comfort thread ;v;

things that bother me:

People who know she’s the princess right off the bat ticks me off ngl. A-ok if you muse is unaware of her otherwise!

PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT SHE’S FROM A BLOODLINE OF A GODDESS AND SAGES DHSJAKJADB no one really knows that the royal family actually did descend from gods, unless your muse is an immortal and is aware of the events that goes on they shouldn’t know this fact. The only thing the public is aware of is how the royal family have mystical powers different from the population.

uhhhh that’s about it? Mostly metagaming pft, not too much bothers me now that I think about.

tagged by: i pirated it ;v; from myself!

tagging: whomst ever! i recommend doing this since it’ll help a ton with those who still are unsure with your muse but feel too nervous to ask questions.

#dash games.#ah yes.... where amber spews a bunch of words #i will add to this but eyyyy partners check it out if you wanna know some things #anyway uhhh writings coming out soon uvu

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Royals 4/9: I'm a Star and I'm Burnin' Through You (Branjie)- athena2

A/N: Thank you to everyone that’s read and left feedback! B and V are getting closer in this chapter, and I hope you all enjoy! A thousand thank you’s to Writ for betaing, you’re absolutely awesome! Your comments mean so much to me, and I would really appreciate it if you leave some for this chapter!

Chapter title from Love song by Lana Del Rey

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In hindsight, the eggs were probably a step too far.

But this ‘spend a month with Brooke’ plan sounds exactly like something her mother would dream up, and it most likely would have happened even without throwing eggs at Brooke’s door.

They had definitely moved it along, though.

Hopefully Brooke knows she’s not to be messed with now, and won’t try to murder her in retaliation. Just because she didn’t follow rules as intensely as Brooke, or turn rigid as a soldier around her parents–she noticed Brooke do that this morning, there’s definitely some secrets in the Hytes castle–didn’t mean she wasn’t a good princess. Since when did following rules and doing well in lessons become the only qualifications of worth anyway? Though throwing eggs definitely wasn’t on the list, either.

Vanessa has always known she’s lovable, grins and handshakes and agreements blooming where she tred. She’s won over lords and ladies, princes and princesses. Her parents said she could walk into a room and have people on her side in minutes. So why couldn’t she act that way towards Brooke? Vanessa had fun skirting the rules for all they were worth, but what about Brooke made her take it to the point of throwing eggs? She thinks back to their interactions, trying to picture them clearly this time, not tinged with hatred. Brooke has been polite to her, if a little cold and condescending, but she probably didn’t deserve what Vanessa had done. She had overreacted. Again. It’s been a problem the past year—overreacting, letting her temper take control, not knowing when to stop acting out. Maybe she can be nicer tomorrow, turn on some of her charm. She knows the alliance is important to her parents, and she doesn’t want Brooke and her family angry at them. Besides, the month will only be even worse if she and Brooke aren’t on speaking terms.

Her thoughts are pierced by howling outside her window that chills Vanessa to the bone. Inside this creepy castle, where it already feels like the walls watch her, she can’t be sure the howls don’t sound like her name.

Great. Not only does she have to worry about Brooke poisoning her breakfast, but there’s also a chance she might get eaten by wolves. They probably wouldn’t even find her body out in the woods.

She rolls over in bed and sighs. This damn wedding couldn’t come fast enough.

—

Vanessa pulls on her favorite dress, gold swirling around her like the sun’s rays. If she has to spend an entire day with Brooke, she’s at least going to look good while she does it. She always wore her sun necklace with it, but that’s long gone now.

A knock at the door signals the start of the day’s suffering.

Brooke stares at Vanessa’s dress so long it’s like she’s trying to find the individual fibers in it. Vanessa’s cheeks burn as Brooke’s eyes take her in; it’s probably just anger. “You can’t go out there like that,” Brooke says, matter-of-fact, and all thoughts of being nice fly out the window.

The heat in her cheeks spreads to her whole body. “Now you’re telling me how I can dress? It’s bad enough I have to spend the day with you. I’m wearing what I want.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just…if you go out there obviously dressed like royalty, people might not be happy to see you.”

That’s not something she had considered, admittedly. She gave up on pretending to be someone else last year and flaunted around the city square in fancy dresses, not caring who saw her. People were always excited to see her, talking and smiling with her, telling her their stories. Figures that can’t happen in the north. This is the place where joy comes to die.

She can tell Brooke is serious–who is she kidding? Brooke is always serious. Vanessa thinks her whole face might crack if she were to smile. But there’s something–maybe an ounce of fear that passes across her face before it resumes its steely mask so quickly Vanessa might have imagined it–that makes her think she should listen, that Brooke knows what it’s like to have people unhappy at her presence.

“Fine. Do you need to watch me change?”

Brooke leaves and Vanessa exchanges the gold dress for a dull gray one, pulling her black winter cloak tight over herself. She can’t say they don’t fit her mood.

“Let’s get this misery over with,” she brushes past Brooke.

—

The village is a few minutes’ walk down the road, and it’s nothing like the bustling village home. The cobbled streets are a dusty gray brushed over by people with scowls plastered on their faces and eyes staring icily. Everyone seems hunched over, like the same force keeping their lips downturned is also dragging them toward the ground. It’s much quieter than her village; no children laughing or merchants chatting with customers. Two guards dressed in regular clothing trail a few feet behind them.

“Why did guards have to come with us? I thought no one is supposed to know who we are.”

“Well, not all of us parade around and fight people without guards–”

“I could handle myself,” Vanessa insists. She doesn’t bother telling Brooke that she wasn’t even the one to get in those fights. “Obviously you can’t take two steps from your door without someone watching you. Do you faint like an old lady or something–”

“It’s my father’s orders. They come in normal clothes and no one notices. It’s for our safety,” Brooke informs her, leaving no room for argument. “Look, I don’t like them any more than you do. I wish I could do one thing without people watching me.”

She’s about to retort that Brooke probably loved having people watch how perfect she is, but something holds her back. Brooke is less steel and more silk today, bags under her eyes dulling some of her sharpness. Maybe Brooke is just pretending to be nice, trying to talk normally to her, but maybe she really does mean it. And maybe Vanessa should do more to make this work and keep her parents happy. Either way, Vanessa understands, and she nods in agreement.

“Sometimes it feels like I can’t even take a bath in peace.”

“Yes,” Brooke agrees, nodding fiercely.

“It’s like you can’t just be you. Nothing you do is your own. There’s always something else involved.” It’s a feeling she was born into, royal rules and standards dictating a lot of her life, but it didn’t settle into her bones and cloud her mind, didn’t really squeeze her like a vise, until last year.

Brooke doesn’t speak, but her eyes are deep with knowing, and it occurs to Vanessa that she’s probably the only other person who can understand something like that.

Any further connection is interrupted by a woman swinging her basket in rage after leaving a butcher shop, almost beheading Vanessa. Another miserable northerner with a scowl, eyes on the ground rather than the light blue sky above.

“Is there a law against smiling here?” Vanessa demands.

Brooke shrugs. “It’s not a common practice. People mostly keep to themselves.”

“Well, I’m hungry,” Vanessa whines. “Do they have lunch in the village, or is that not a common practice either?”

And she swears, just for a second, that Brooke’s lips quirk up into a half-smile.

—

Brooke doesn’t talk freely; Vanessa discovers that their second day, as they chew roasted chicken sandwiches for lunch in a silence that makes her restless, but she answers questions like they’re in a lesson and she’s receiving marks for her responses.

When Vanessa’s voice grows hoarse after a day of rambling to fill the silence, she asks Brooke questions about the north and its villages. Brooke gives her answers like a human history book, and Vanessa is back in lessons all over again.

“Alright, let’s talk about something else,” Vanessa cuts off Brooke after her innocent question about northern trees becomes a lecture on tree bark exports. She wracks her brain for something to get them through the next hour until they went back to the castle as painlessly as possible. “What’s your favorite color?”

“I hardly see how that’s relevant,” Brooke splutters. “Surely there’s more important things–”

“Just answer the question.”

Brooke’s mouth opens but nothing comes out. It’s the first question she doesn’t have an answer ready for, and Vanessa wonders how she knows a dozen uses for tree bark and history going back several centuries but has to think about her favorite color. Was it possible that no one had ever asked her?

“What’s yours?” Brooke counters.

“Yellow,” Vanessa responds without hesitation. Yellow like the sun, like the lemon candies in her village, tart and sweet in the same bite, like the birds welcoming the morning outside her castle window. “Now you answer.”

Brooke bites her lip. “White,” she says finally.

“White?”

“Yes. Like the snow when it falls all fluffy like a cloud.” For a second, her voice has the wonder of a child and her eyes shine.

Vanessa nods, glad she didn’t laugh at Brook for choosing a boring color before hearing her explanation. She guesses the snow can be pretty, when it’s not numbing your legs. She’s just a little surprised that Brooke likes it so much when she sees it every year, but Vanessa supposes that just because something’s familiar doesn’t mean it can’t be beautiful. Maybe it was even more beautiful when you saw something countless times and still appreciated it for all it was.

“Favorite food?” Vanessa asks.

Brooke describes the honey cakes and crusty rolls Nina makes, and Vanessa tells her about the roasted chicken with beans that she devours back home.

If this is what she has to do to make Brooke stop hating her, this is what she’ll do.

Only after exchanging favorite seasons (spring for Brooke and summer for Vanessa) does she think that maybe the questions are making her stop hating Brooke.

—

Vanessa didn’t think it was possible, but somehow the nightly dinners with both their families are more painful than days with Brooke. Tonight, Thomas has been talking about the wedding so long it might be here before he finishes, and the bread with roasted garlic that Nina made is the only thing keeping Vanessa from sprinting out of the dining room. She reaches for her fourth slice as Thomas lists names off the mile-long guest list, watching Brooke fiddle with her knife.

A clang sounds underneath her. Brooke has gone completely rigid and stares intensely at her empty hand, lips parted and brow furrowed, as if she’s trying to understand how she could have dropped it.

Vanessa’s body reacts without thought, sliding her own knife over to Brooke as heads turn their way.

“My apologies,” Vanessa offers. “The knife slipped right through my hand.”

From how tense Brooke is, Vanessa expects shouting, but there’s no reprimand from anyone. She doesn’t know if Brooke would have gotten in trouble for that, but she thinks of how stiff Brooke got when her father scolded her the day of the eggshells, how scared she was after the knife hit the floor, and Vanessa figures it’s better to let everyone think she’s clumsy if it keeps that fear from Brooke’s eyes.

One of the kitchen staff brings her a new knife, and the dinner continues like nothing happened.

Brooke’s fingers brush against hers, light as a bird’s feather.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and Vanessa knows she did the right thing.

It’s not until she’s in bed that she thinks of how last week she would have paid a bag of gold to see the Ice Princess slip up like that, to see a crack in her perfect exterior. But now that it’s happened, she wants to patch that crack up and keep her whole.

—

“Are there any shops that sell candy here?” Vanessa asks. They’re in a different village today, a little farther from the castle. This one is even more gloomy than the one they normally go to. The snow is a dirty gray and many shops are closed, empty behind broken glass. It’s been a week and though she no longer hates Brooke, they’re far from friends. Brooke is still too guarded, too composed for Vanessa to really know her. When Vanessa asks questions she always expects Brooke to say more, but she doesn’t; she just gives simple, exact answers. Vanessa considers if she just doesn’t want to talk or if she’s hiding something.

“There’s one on the next street. It has chocolate truffles,” Brooke says, and Vanessa needs no more.

She turns the corner to see the sign reading Scarlet’s Sweets hanging off its hinges, rocking in the wind. Thick dust and grime coats the windows. Looks like she isn’t getting chocolate today.

“I think it’s been closed for a while.”

“I didn’t know,” Brooke replies. “I don’t know much about the stores or people here, really.”

Vanessa knew all about the people in her village. She knew Honey, who appropriately owned the candy shop where Vanessa bought lemon drops and chocolates by the pound. She stopped in Ariel’s tailor shop to talk to her, bearing raspberry chocolates for Ariel’s little sister. She knew Ra’jah at the apothecary and Mercedes at the butcher shop, has listened to all their stories and helped her parents enact laws that protected merchants.

“You don’t? Thought you knew everything,” she teases, wondering what has changed over the past few days for her to venture teasing Brooke. Or what has changed that leads to Brooke not yelling at her, but flashing a half-grin–Vanessa doesn’t think she has any others–before resuming her frown.

“I don’t really go out much,” Brooke explains. “My parents like me to stay inside and do my lessons and go to meetings because that’s more important.”

She couldn’t imagine being stuck inside all day like Brooke. She was like a caged animal when she was inside too long, eyes flitting to the sky and dense green trees when she was in a meeting. Running along the village cobblestones or through the cornfields where the stalk towered over her was the best part of her day. Her parents had always let her, setting aside time each day for her to go outside, knowing how important freedom is to her.

“Oh.” she says, things starting to make a little more sense. Brooke’s parents keeping her inside all day, forcing her to study, is another piece that helps add up to the puzzle that is Brooke. It explains why she knows so much about history and commerce but so little about the world or even herself, why she seems uncertain of the shops they go in.

“There’s chocolate truffles in the candy shop closer to the castle,” Brooke offers.

“Let’s go then.”

—

The howling is back, jolting her out of a somewhat decent sleep. Now that she’s awake, the cold returns and digs into her bones like tiny knives, back aching as she shivers.

Maybe there’s more blankets somewhere. She grabs her robe and opens the door, only to narrowly avoid bumping into Brooke. Vanessa notes the deep bags under her eyes.

“What are you doing stalking around in the middle of the night?” Vanessa asks, holding her robe closed.

The light pink tinge to Brooke’s cheeks glows rosily in the light of the wall torches.

“I-I couldn’t sleep. Thought a walk might help. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

Judging from those bags, Vanessa suspects this sleeplessness is nothing new. But Brooke looking so vulnerable, so small and lost without her glittery jewelry or dresses is new, and she softens, uncrossing her arms and waving Brooke off. “I was up anyway. Some animals outside woke me.”

“Right,” Brooke nods. “I’ll just be moving along then.” She turns smoothly and shuffles back down to the other end of the hall.

Sleep well, Vanessa thinks but doesn’t say, surging with a sudden warmth that makes her forget the blankets.

—

Vanessa’s grown bored with the village today, drumming her fingers on the tabletop in the square, and she jumps when Brooke asks if he wants to return early and have tea with Nina.

Snow is fluttering to the ground on their way back to the castle, sticking to her cheeks and landing bright on the shoulders of her black cloak.

“It’s so pretty when it falls.” Brooke is so quiet Vanessa isn’t sure whether she’s meant to hear.

“It is pretty,” Vanessa admits. “We don’t get it at all down south. It’s socold though. Especially at night. I’ve been sleeping with three blankets and I still can’t get warm,” she laments, but she lacks any real bitterness. It’s hard to be bitter about it when it’s falling so thick, fragments of a cloud like Brooke said, pearly-white and delicate as it lands on her forehead. Brooke nods, and Vanessa again gets the idea she’s holding something back, that she wants to say something but isn’t sure she should.

Regardless, Brooke is a little looser as the snow settles in her wavy hair, head lowered until they stride across the castle’s stone floor, when it snaps back up like she’s on a string.

Thomas is there to greet them. Brooke pales, her mouth twisting as she appears to bite the inside of her cheek, before becoming the perfect princess again, face a blank canvas. Thomas’s eyes are rimmed with hatred when he first sees her. He forcefully brushes the snow from her hair, muttering under his breath about presentation and that she needs to change for dinner. Brooke nods and Vanessa knows tea with Nina is out of the picture.

She considers the defeat in Brooke when she saw Thomas, and Vanessa’s thoughts have to regroup. Had she gotten it wrong? What if it wasn’t Thomas that was stuck with Brooke, but the other way around? It wouldn’t be the first time she had completely misread a relationship, seen things that weren’t there, missed the problems staring her in the face, changed the narrative to fit her emotions.

At least this time it wouldn’t cost her anything.

–

That night, there’s a stack of thick, fluffy blankets on her bed. She plucks the note off the top.

Stay warm.

The handwriting is so elegant and precise there’s only one person it could be from, and Vanessa finds her mind tracing the curves and swells of the letters all night.

—

“You’ve been watching every other day, correct?” the correspondent asks the man.

“Yes. I think I’ll increase to every day. I need more time sizing that one up, picturing that arrow going in,” the man says.

“If you think more surveillance will help, do it. Just make sure you aren’t seen. I’ll increase castle surveillance as well. Neither of them expect anything, I’m certain of it. And don’t forget to keep working on your aim.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #princess au #lesbian au #royals by athena2 #royalty au #tw unhealthy relationship #concrit welcome #submission

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Winner’s Curse Ch.17

Note: We’re back to sweet sweet Gil and surprisingly enough, Jade became such an interesting character to write that she sprung into her own. Which means the next chapter is a Jade chapter, and totally disrupting my outline for it but that’s what people mean by the characters write themselves. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Also tw:mentions of abuse. “Are you sure this is the right room?” Gil asked the minion again, trying in vain to read the map Uma had given him to navigate the castle. It kept crumpling up and going upside down.

The goon just grunted and shoved him through the door. Gil caught himself on the door handle just in time to see the sparkle of a dozen bejeweled drapes and Jade reclining on an ottoman, bringing sweet relief of knowing he hadn’t messed up.

“Hello Gil!” Jade cheerfully waved before abruptly yelping. Her head whipped to glare at the boy bent at her feet, “Come on slave boy, have you not given a foot massage before? It’s supposed to be gentle.” “Not my fault if you have a lot of tension there, Princess.” The guy sarcastically shot back. Gil recognized the boy despite his tattered clothing, he was that Prince from Agrabah!

“What? He’s a prince! Why is he your slave?” Gil asked, completely forgetting what he had come here for.

“The only way we could get him from being killed in the dungeon was to find a way to use him. And what better use that having the son of my mom’s enemy be our slave boy.” Jade grinned.

“But um I don’t if that’s..” Gil paused, unsure how to word what he wanted to say without offending Jade. But he was pretty sure that being part of the Anti Villain Club meant not using another person as a slave. Even if it kept him from being killed. But then again Yen Sid that being an anti hero was a complicated thing and they didn’t always do good things. He wasn’t sure. He got so confused during the explanation.

Luckily, Jade seemed to sense Gil’s hesitance and put a gentle hand on his bicep. “He’s not actually my slave. It’s just pretend so Mom and Uncle Jafar don’t freak out that I’m becoming soft or something. I’m still helping to stop all this.”

“Yes, she’s just enjoying this all too much.” Aziz added wryly, pressing a little too roughly on her instep so she kicked at his head.

“When you’re done with Jade, how about you get started on me. I’ve never had a massage before.” Gil jumped at the addition of this other voice and saw that white haired girl peel away from the window balcony and walk to a pile of pillows. He couldn’t remember her name, but she looked very different from before. She was dressed all fancy and bejeweled like Jade and she had a tentative smile that looked like she was baring her teeth.

Jade held her hand up for a first bump but the white haired girl ignored, “Slave boy, you’re dismissed.”

“Come on slave boy.” Lala patted to a spot beside her on the pillows.

“Not you too.” Aziz groaned.

“Shush, just do it.” She commanded as Aziz got to work on her shoulders.

“Sorry for the distraction. What is that you need to tell me?” Jade asked, focusing her full attention on him.

“Harry and I went to the Anti Villain Club like Uma told us too and they agreed to help us. It was so easy, we didn’t even have to threaten them. Which made Harry mad because he really wanted to threaten them with his hook. Anyway, Yzla has been giving me messages to give to Uma like how they got most of the sober lackeys on our side and they’re starting to work on convincing merchants like Madam Medusa and Ivy De’Vil.”

“Good, good.” Jade’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“And that’s all we have so far since Uma hasn’t sent any orders about attacking yet. But Yzla wanted to send me a special message to you that she’s working on a potion to unhypnotize Jay and she can’t wait to see you this afternoon after the Coven meeting.”

“Aww that girl.” Jade mused contentedly for a moment before her smile faded away and her eyes glazed over to look at the far side of the room. Gil’s eyes followed hers and he almost jumped to see the frozen statue of Jay standing sentinel next to an opulent queen sized bed.

It was weird to see him that way. So still like he wasn’t even breathing. Dressed in the robes of a prince, hair slicked back in a man bun but his face was blank like a puppet’s. And with a constant red glaze on his eyes.

“That’s creepy.” Gil shuddered. Jade sighed without much emotion. A valuable skill that he wished he could have. Mother always warned him not to be so expressive with his emotions because that just made him a target.

“It’s so strange to see him not fidgeting or talking or anything.” Jade shook her head.

“I think it’s an improvemmffengtf” The other girl began to say but Aziz covered her mouth. Then she bit him, “Don’t do that!”

“Is he going to stay that way forever?” Gil asked, turning his attention back to Jade.

“I don’t know. Probably. Uncle Jafar wants that since he turned traitor. Him being hypnotized will keep him in line, and he’ll obey the rules and he’ll act like a prince but he just won’t be himself.” Jade said, “Then again, I don’t think Jay would ever be able to act like himself if he was a prince. Or me as a princess.”

“Don’t you want to be a princess?” Gil asked. He had been wondering about that since Yzla informed him that Jade was a new member of the Anti Villain Club. Jade was a thief like Jay, always attracted to shiny gold objects. He had thought she would love to be a princess and get all the riches in the world. Why would she join the Anti Villain Club and work against the Coven then?

Jade looked hesitant to explain but she looked at him and a rare soft smile broke on her face. She inhaled and began to explain. “I wanted to be rich and powerful but not like this. I can’t do anything fun anymore. No more fighting or drinking contests because I’ll get dirty. No more flirting because I have to marry someone else who is just as rich and powerful. It’s too much pressure. And Mom is having me do magic lessons all the time and I’m just not good at it. I can’t cast spells or shapeshift or do anything my mom wants and then Mom starts…” she trailed off, seeming to sink lower in her seat before Gil’s eyes.

He understood that feeling. Even when Father wasn’t around, just thinking about his meaty hands colliding with his stomach, the phantom agony of it, he wanted to hide too.

Unbidden and very unwelcome, his mind flashbacked to the thought of Lars and his sadistically gleeful face. Gil squinched his eyes and forced himself not to think about that.

He was good at that. Forgetting. Forgetting was so much easier than thinking and he certainly didn’t want to think about what kind of pain Lars had wanted for him.

He knew Nasira hit Jade but he didn’t know how bad it was. No one did. After all Jade was the unofficial makeup expert on the Isle, able to cover any unsightly bruise while giving perfect winged eyeliner so she always looked good.

Besides, you just don’t talk about it on the Isle. Being hit and getting into fights was supposed to make you tough. Complaining or losing one made you weak.

But it wasn’t that way all the time Gil had learned. He found a good place with Uma’s Crew. They wrestled and got into bar brawls, he had several stitches from when Gonzo smashed a chair over him, but it was safe. They never crossed the line and left him bleeding and half unconscious on the floor.

“You know, you could join Uma’s crew if you want. For protection if you need it.” Gil suggested.

“No. I don’t need anyone!” Jade snapped, her emerald eyes flashing so similarly to her mother from the few times he saw Nasira venture the streets.

“I mean um,” Jade paused. Frozen like a deer in headlights at her small outburst but snapped back to her usual breezy smile with a finger-snap quickness that gave Gil mood whiplash. “I mean, no thanks. I don’t think Uma would want me after I stole that chest full of pearls from the Jolly Roger.”

“That was you!”

“Yeah.” Jade smiled proudly, “Besides I don’t like ships. It’s so cold and wet and rocks too much and it’s on the sea. Ugh.”

“Still you could come over sometime, you don’t have to join or anything but you can join our wrestling nights.” Gil cheerfully said.

“I would like that, LeGume.” Jade gently hit his shoulder and twirled a pocket knife she snatched from his belt. Gil nodded his head again feeling happy with himself.

Then again, he always felt comfortable around Jade. She was so low maintenance and friendly. As close as you could get to a friendly person while on the Isle. She never made him feel stupid. That’s what she liked most about her. She didn’t refer to him as an idiot in every sentence and when they talked, she listened. She actually listened and looked interested in what he had to say, not dismissive. She didn’t look impatient whenever he was trying to remember something he had forgotten and she flirted with him. That was also rare.

Girls usually flocked to his brothers since they were more handsome and stronger but she flirted with all of them equally. He had asked her once if they could “get together,” and he had hoped she would say “yes” so his brothers would stop mocking him for not having laid anyone. But she said “no.” She said he was too sweet and eager like a puppy, and he understood that.

After all, Father had said no girl would sleep with a sissy like him. He needed to be tougher. But that little thing did nothing to shake up their camaraderie.

Uma warned him that Jade’s friendliness was a ruse, she charmed everyone she pickpocketed. Which was true, after hanging out with Jade, he was always missing several of his belongings, but it was fine with him. They had a good time. Friday Fight Night at the Tavern with her was always a blast even though his brothers and her cousin didn’t get along.

“Why won’t this stupid door open?” A voice cursed from outside the room and the door knob began jangling.

Gil leaped to the floor, struggling to hide under the too small space under the ottoman as Jade flung the door open. Gil stopped his vain efforts in relief when he saw the familiar brown leather boots of his captain and stood up and saluted her.

Jade beside him was making painful choking noises and Gil’s mouth dropped open at the sight of the smoky pink skinned creature next to Uma and Calix.

The creature blew past them all to scoop up Aziz from his place and hug him with an audible bone crack. “Aziz, my son, you’re safe. Thank Allah! I thought you were dead. You’re not dead. Thank you. Thank you! And you’re all healed. This is the happiest day of my life.”

“Jordan, you called me your son again.” Aziz wheezed.

“I only do it after you’ve been in mortal danger, it’s fine. It’s not weird. I’m not concerned.” Jordan squeezed him one more time before dropping him gently to his feet on the floor.

“I’m concerned and your breath smells like vomit.” He commented to her.

Jordan pouted, popping a mint that came from thin air into her mouth, “Why do you always have to ruin the moment.”

“You called me your son, I want to make it less weird.” Aziz retorted. “Do you not want me as your substitute mother?”

“No! I don’t! I want you as my sis- Why are we having this conversation? You don’t even want to be a mom.”

“So? I still can-“

“Guys!” Calix clapped his hands getting their attention, “I know you can do this all day but we have bigger things to worry about.”

“It’s real. Genies are real. It’s hot and talking and magical.” Jade managed to find her voice, still looking incredibly freaked out.

“I’m not an “it.” I’m a “she.” Jordan corrected, “Why do you look so scared? I’m normal like the rest of-“ she looked at herself, “Oh right, I’m not in mortal form! Sorry, sorry I forgot.” A cloud of pink smoke changed her to the appearance Gil first saw her in.

“Genie..you’re a genie.” Jade muttered. It was sort of funny to see Jade who was usually so in control of herself and breezy be stunned into stammering.

“While she digests that information. Let’s get started on the plan.” Una took control as she usually did. The white haired girl abruptly stood up from her perch observing the conversation and strode to the balcony.

Aziz rubbed his neck sheepishly, “Lala’s not helping us anymore. Don’t worry, she’s not going to tattle on us, but she doesn’t want any part of it. You know, deniability if it all fails.” “Fine, it’s better if we have smaller numbers while infiltrating the castle.” Uma said but Gil could tell by the tight line of her mouth that Uma thought Lala was being cowardly. Uma always believed that they should all stand by what they wanted or believed in, no matter the consequences. Not go back and forth.

Gil leaned in, ready to take his next orders when Uma glanced at him and pointed to the door. “Gil, you’re not part of this mission. Go back to the Crew and tell Harry that I need to meet him at sunset tonight. It’s about his sister.”

Gil nodded as seriously as he could. If something had to do with CJ and Harry, it was important indeed, and he was not going to fail his captain.“You got it!”

#gil legume #uma #aziz #jordan #lala #jade #winner’s curse #my fanfic #my fanfiction #chapter seventeen #tw:abuse

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