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cranehusbands · 4 years ago

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love, or lack thereof

pathfinder/wattson | natalie paquette; requited crushes; soulmate au; apex rarepair week; 1520 words

a/n: two for two, though this was posted a little later than yesterdays due to technical difficulties! sorry about that ^^;;

i have been really excited to write some wattfinder for a little while now, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so! we as a fandom need to treat them both as characters with their own autonomy and not infantilize them, and i think they could come to really understand each other! i wanted to show that through this fic, as well as throwing around the idea that soulmates aren’t always destiny - they’re people you find and bonds you forge through your own love and efforts. <3

once again for @apex-rarepairweek as the day 2 prompt, soulmates!

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ao3 mirror in the reblogs!

Preview: And then there was Pathfinder, the happy little MRVN unit that brought that home to her in a totally different way. Ever trusting, much like herself, expressive in himself but never losing that happy tone in his voice. He cared for his friends - his family - and talked of travel and dreams, but never really knowing who he was, or why he was here. But despite that, he carried on with that in stride, forever blind to the future. [...] He treated her with kindness and love, and it came to the point that sometimes she missed his company and high fives, though this was… a different kind of loneliness than that she had once experienced as a child, alienated from any other children that would pass through due to her intelligence and special position. She couldn’t quite place her finger on what it was, but there was just… something about Pathfinder that she didn’t want to lose, not for a moment.

Soulmates are found, not made.

That’s what she’s always been told. That she would find her soulmate, or they would find her, somehow, isolated in her work for the Syndicate, seemingly barricaded behind the ring she was trying to create. Natalie grew up with stories in her head, about how her papa met her mother, his soulmate, or stories of true love and happiness that was just… found. It was nice enough, but it never seemed logical, to her. Who was willing to take that chance? Couldn’t it go wrong? Even as a child that dreamed in fairytales, the idea of a soulmate always worried her. The mark on the inside of her wrist always haunted her, and she thought that she could not escape the inevitable.

But she wasn’t a child hiding in that shadow anymore - she was a grown woman, a professional electrical engineers, and an Apex Legend. She had lost her father so suddenly, but gained her new family just as quickly, making her home beside her own creation. And she loved her new family dearly - Dr Caustic was a reserved man, but he valued her intelligence, and did not object to her rambling and flapping of her hands. Elliott was funny, always telling stories of his family and life on Solace, and Anita was a hell of a shot, giving her pointers whenever she could, but not with her usual abrasiveness - she was kinder, self-aware of her own tendency to be quite scary at times. Makoa was caring to her needs, Octavio appealed to her curiosity and the tendency to be rash once in a blue moon. The Apex Games was her house, but the Apex Legends were her home.

And then there was Pathfinder, the happy little MRVN unit that brought that home to her in a totally different way. Ever trusting, much like herself, expressive in himself but never losing that happy tone in his voice. He cared for his friends - his family - and talked of travel and dreams, but never really knowing who he was, or why he was here. But despite that, he carried on with that in stride, forever blind to the future. It was a blissful ignorance that she could admit she was almost jealous of - he was not bound by such an innate concept as a soulmate. But he was still soul searching, and still so loving and kind to everyone he met, even if they didn’t return the sentiment, like the world was his soulmate and he was ready to give out as many parts of him until it loved him back, as he loved it.

She’d held this sentiment as the two worked with and against each other through the seasons, the two of them forming a bond quite quickly due to his need for the occasional repair and her curiosity with his components. He treated her with kindness and love, and it came to the point that sometimes she missed his company and high fives, though this was… a different kind of loneliness than that she had once experienced as a child, alienated from any other children that would pass through due to her intelligence and special position. She couldn’t quite place her finger on what it was, but there was just… something about Pathfinder that she didn’t want to lose, not for a moment.

There was a quiet night, after a game that day, when there was a familiar voice at the door to her room, littered with parts and unusually messy (she liked to work that way).

“Miss Natalie?” The robot had caught her as she was working on her gear, a malfunction with her fences had caused a firefight with an unfair advantage, which was something she didn’t enjoy.

She jumped a little, pulling up her safety goggles with a small smile. “Pathfinder, hello! You… didn’t knock.”

“Oh, I did knock, you were just busy working, and I didn’t want to just stand there and scare you when you looked up, so…” He trailed off and sheepishly tapped his fingers together, and it seemed whatever annoyance she once had eased a little.

“A-ah, well… sorry about that, my friend. Did you need something? Is your grapple acting up again?”

“Oh, no, you fixed it really well! Thank you, friend.” The screen on his chest flashed like sunshine, as he tapped a hand against where his grapple was hidden in his metal shell. “Well, I just… I had some questions, and Elliott is out doing a press release, so I can’t ask him…”

Of course, Elliott was always his first choice - that worried her, for as much as she loved the trickster, she knew that he didn’t treat Pathfinder the best, or at least, as a friend should. That was something someone should speak to him about. Natalie took her safety goggles off and placed them on her desk, giving the robot her full attention. “Well, what’s up?”

He paused for a moment, assessing whether that was a pun or not before he nodded, taking a seat on the stool beside her. “Well, I wanted to ask… what’s a soulmate?”

The mention of the concept made her freeze, before she looked away for a moment and fiddled with a few loose wires in the base of her pylon. “Well, that’s… why do you ask?”

“I don’t know… I have heard a lot of people say it and celebrate it, but I never knew what it meant. Is it like… a super best friend?”

“In… a way. It’s a lover tied to you by destiny. The one you’re supposed to be with all your life… identified with a mark, l-like this one.” Slowly, she pulled off one of her thick work gloves and showed Pathfinder the inside of her wrist, where she bore a small, glowing mark.

“Oh… that’s pretty.”

“Mhm.”

“...You don’t think so?”

“Huh?” Natalie looked up, at the optic eye now staring up at her. “Well, it is pretty, but…”

“...Do you think it’s silly?”

She didn’t reply, only looked away. Silly, possibly - suffocating, almost definitely.

The robot didn’t respond back for a moment, simply looking at her with a small tilt of his head, before he continued with a thought out loud. “I think you should be able to find your own soulmate.”

“What?”

“Well, if they’re destiny, there’s no point in waiting around - that’s why I’m looking for my creator the way I am. You have to make noise to be heard.”

“That’s… oddly profound, my friend.”

He smiled, or at least, his screen did, a bright beaming yellow reflecting on the LEDs embedded in his chest, beating as any real heart would do - full of love, and hope. “Bloodhound taught me that one, they’re very smart.”

The engineer paused, before she couldn’t help but chuckle. “I suppose they are.”

Silence fell between them for another moment, but they did not move. She watched the robot shift in place on the stool, and for once, his screen was blank, nothing shown. It was oddly unnerving.

“Miss Natalie?”

“Oui, Pathfinder?”

“Do you want to be my soulmate?”

She was almost taken aback by the question, looking up to him with a slight eyebrow raise. “Pardon?”

“Well, I… it’s silly, but… everyone has been so nice, and that makes me happy, but whenever you’re nice to me I get even happier, and I’ve been searching for so much for so long that I-”

“-want to embrace what you have found?” She finished his thought with her own, watching him look to her and nod slowly. Of course, this made sense - the emotional wanderlust he held was soul searching, but he never knew what it was like to have something - someone - that was his. They were kindred souls, in that way, at least. Natalie smiled to herself. Of course - the loneliness she felt was longing for that comfort of love that she found. She just didn’t realize because it wasn’t something that she had just found… it was a bond she had nurtured, and cherished. A bond she had found. “...I will, Pathfinder.”

He paused, sitting up a little straighter in surprise before clapping his hands together, his heart on the screen glowing a warm, loving pink, almost welcoming her in before he held out a hand to her, pinkie finger extended in a promise. “We’ll be best soulmates forever!”

The engineer giggled, taking her own pinkie finger in his own and curling it around the cold metal appendage, a light dusting of pink brushing across her cheeks. “Pour toujours et à jamais. Always and forever.”

Pathfinder reached out and pressed his head against hers with a gentle bonk, which made her laugh again, bringing up a hand to hold what would have been his cheek, pausing for a moment at the red light reflected onto her skin before kissing his optic with a gentleness and tenderness she didn’t know she possessed. And for the first time since she could remember, Natalie wasn’t afraid of the future.

Soulmates could be found, but they could also be made - both figuratively and literally, it seemed.

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sharktoraptor · 6 years ago

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Linkeduniverse Daemon AU

So uhh I posted it on the Discord and thought I may as well share here too. I put a lot of work into this one, beware that there’s a LOT of text beneath the cut!

If you’re unfamiliar with daemon AUs (referring to daemons from the His Dark Materials series), the basic concept is that your soul lives outside your body in the form of an animal that represents your personality. There’s a whole lot of character exploration involved in making a daemon AU!

If you’re unfamiliar with Linkeduniverse, it’s a Legend of Zelda AU where all the different incarnations of the hero meet and are on a quest. This daemon AU should be understandable with just a basic working knowledge of what the Legend of Zelda franchise is, this is all character/daemon stuff and no plot!

Again, a whole lot of text incoming. You might want to get comfortable. Enjoy!

Time: Wolf (white/gold)- Faekuri [fay-KYU-ree] (Kuri)

From Farore, fairy, Deku, and Kokiri.

Hyrule: Wolf (brown)- Fernwai [FURHN-why] (Fern, or just Fernwai)

From ‘fernweh’ (German for wanderlust) and fairy.

Twilight: Wolf (dark grey)- Aiyvona [eye-VOE-nuh] (Vona)

From ‘ayna’ (Turkish for mirror), Navi, Fai (Fi), and Ordona.

Warriors: Wolf (light grey)- Audelfi [awe-DEHL-fee]

From ‘audax’ (Latin for bold/reckless), ‘bellum’ (Latin for war), and Fi.

Wild: Field Mouse- Firielore [FEE-ree-uh-lore] (Firi)

From Farore, Fi, and Ciela.

Four: Field Mouse- Emper [EHM-purr] (no nickname, sometimes Em)

From temper, as in to temper a sword.

Sky: Blessed Butterfly- Lydivia [lih-DIH-vee-uh] (Lydi)

From Hylia and ‘divum’ (Latin for heaven/sky/open air).

Legend: Hare- Faistina [FY-stih-nuh] (Fais, rhyms with ‘vice’)

From Farore, ‘aisling’ (Irish for dream), and ‘obstino’ (Latin for persist).

Wind: Seagull- Marumi [mah-ROO-mee] (no nickname, sometimes Umi or Rumi)

From ‘mar/mare’ (Latin for sea), Ruto, and ‘umi’ (Japanese for sea).

The heroes traditionally settle when they first are draw/touch the Master Sword. This is true for Time, Legend, Wild, Warriors, Wind, and Sky (when the sword was completed). It doesn’t matter how old they are when they get the sword- Wild and Wind were both quite young, and Time technically settled when he was 9 years old, just before going into his seven year sleep. The exceptions are:

Twilight- Was already settled when his adventure began, he and his daemon merged upon entering the Twilight realm to create their wolf form.

Hyrule- Settled upon receiving the Triforce of Courage. Of the Links, Hyrule settled the latest in his journey.

Four- Officially settled upon restoring the Four Sword; however his daemon was already close to settling and was a mouse for the vast majority of his first adventure.

~Form Explanations~

A lot of the forms here aren’t necessarily exemplative of the Link’s personalities like a real daemon is, rather more of a symbolic representation of the character.

...Or something I thought would be cute because my city now.

The Wolf Pack (Time, Twilight, Hyrule, and Warriors)

All of these together, because the forms are the same. Because “Link” is the spirit/soul of the hero reborn again and again, it makes sense that there would be some overlap with forms. Each Link is their own person, but having legends of the hero with the wolf daemon as one of the most common depictions of the hero sounds cool and makes sense lore-wise. Right off the bat we have Time as the Heros Shade as the Golden Wolf, and Twilight following him with Wolf Link, the divine beast of the Twili.

Analysis/personality-wise, the form doesn’t fit all four of them as well as I’d like it to, but aspects of it do and like I said, we’re going more Pullman form/lore/symbolic here (not Pullman’s ‘wolves = evil’ though, that sucks). Wolves are hierarchical (Warriors), cooperative (all), social (Twilight, Warriors, the others to lesser extents), hard working and loyal (all), etc. All traits that would fit most of the Links well enough, but I like it for these four especially.

Important note, though: though all of their daemons share the same form, they’re still incredibly different. The differences in color is the first thing they all noticed, but their personalities are their own- not just the “soul of the hero.” That goes for all of them, of course, but it’s especially important for these four.

Mouse Friends (Four and Wild)

My reasons for picking mice for Wild and Four are so, so superficial. The analytic form actually fits both of them somewhat (again in different ways)- some of the core traits are things like independent, adaptable, observant/aware, defensive (physically and emotionally), but here are the real reasons.

Picture this okay. Four shrinks down to the size of a Minish, but his daemon doesn’t (or maybe she does but just a little bit). Now they’re like the same size. He can ride on his daemon and it’s adorable what’s not to like?

I made a big post about my botw daemon AU already here (disregard stuff about the other Links, I made this post before I’d really gotten into LU or any of the other games). Part of it that I don’t think I mentioned is logistics of the way Wild gets around, climbing and paragliding and swimming and stuff. He needs a daemon that is small enough to cling to him and stay safe when he’s doing stunts and shit.

Pink Bunny (Legend)

The Dark World in ALttP picked Legend’s daemon for me… I can’t give him a literal pink bunny though, so I took liberties. He’s much more of a hare personality than a rabbit, with hares being bigger and wilder, more independent, and having coats that change in the winter (get it? Oracle of Seasons, get it?). Not much else to say here, again more so picking a form to match the existing lore rather than doing an in-depth character study for it.

Butterfly in the Sky (Sky)

Alrighty, Sky was kind of hard because of his setting. What I chose eventually for him is the (fictional) Blessed Butterfly from SS, for a few reasons. It makes sense to me that daemons of people in Skyloft have to fit a couple of criteria: 1) small or fast enough at flying to ride a loftwing and 2) only take forms native to the sky, because it’s all they know about. Blessed Butterflies are one of the only animals in the game (according to the wiki- I’ve never played it myself) that are found on the ground and in the sky, so it works symbolically for his character.

I used the Monarch butterfly analysis as reference to make sure it wasn't totally off base, and it works for Sky surprisingly well from what I know about him. They're adaptable and adventurous (as a migrating species), and value group cohesion and teamwork (again because of the migration swarms). Lots of liberties being taken here, but the Blessed Butterflies in game apparently appear mostly in groups, so I'm willing to roll with it.

*Inhale* (Wind)

Wind has a seagull daemon because look. Have you seen Wind. Have you seen a seagull. Yes.

In all seriousness, there are some obvious reasons. Most of Wind’s adventure(s) take place on the ocean, so he needs a form that’s either adapted for that or small enough to fit on a boat, or both. You can literally take control of a seagull in WW. Plus she can nest on his head like the doves do in Spirit Tracks!

Personality-wise, I’m going to just copy from the ring-billed gull analysis because this one probably fits the best of all the Link’s, analytically. The form is listed as chaotic neutral (I’d say Wind is probably chaotic good but it’s the chaotic here that counts). Seagull souls value social interaction, cooperation, courage, confidence, and duty, and are stressed by lack of control, boredom, lack of purpose, and dishonesty.

~Individual Links and their Daes~

Time and Faekuri

Faekuri settled when Time drew the master sword as a child. He settled the youngest of all the heroes at 9 years old, and she was still settled even when they traveled back in time. Time is bitter about that; another aspect of the childhood he never had, stolen from him.

Before settling, Kuri mostly took forms traditional of the Kokiri ( small woodland creatures and fairies, though fairies are still separate entities). When they set out on their first adventure her repertoire expanded and she took bigger forms, but never left her forest shapes for long. Settling as a wolf was unexpected and jarring for both of them, especially the experience of waking up in an unfamiliar, war torn world in shapes that neither of them knew how to deal with. Going back in time to be a child again didn’t help- Kuri never changed again, and Time had to live with that.

Kuri isn’t quiet, exactly, but she’s not generally conversational. She’s fairly blunt with scolding or encouragement if it’s needed, but if something is important enough for her to talk about, the others listen. However, she’s the most physically affectionate of all the wolf daemons, often nosing at, walking alongside, or even playing/rubbing up against the other wolves. She and Time are usually touching during downtime, but not as openly cuddly with one another as some of the others. With age comes a deep understanding of one another, and that’s enough for them.

Hyrule and Fernwai

Hyrule, by contrast, has one of the oldest settling ages of the Links at around 16. Fernwai’s settled form (which she took when they received the Triforce of Courage) was somewhat of a surprise to them both, but not as shockingly out of left field as it was for Time. It was a form they had taken before, just infrequently. They settled towards the end of their adventures as the Hero, and because they didn’t have to navigate their journey in unfamiliar skin, it feels wholly right and natural to them now. Before she settled, Fernwai preferred bird forms over landbound ones. They knew that the Hero of Time had a wolf form, so they’d tried it before, just in case, but the Hero of Legend didn’t, so maybe it was a one time thing…

Fernwai is a little more pragmatic and cautious than Hyrule, but aside from that, they’re basically the same. She doesn’t often initiate conversation with the others, but is very chatty to Hyrule. She’s less touchy with the other wolf daemons, though she’s become the most popular perch for the smaller ones while traveling, but she and Hyrule are the most openly affectionate with one another. It’s common to see them sleeping on top of each other, not just next to or touching like most of the others do. Their tight bond comes in part from the lucky timing of their settling; they had time to work through it without much distraction after, while most of the others weren’t so lucky.

Twilight and Aiyvona

Twilight was the only Hero to be settled at the start of his adventure, which he’s sometimes hyperaware of. Aiyvona settled when he turned 15, about a year and a half before meeting Midna. People in Ordon village joked about his being the ‘lone wolf’ of the village, but he was a member of a pack then (the village and the children), and he’s a member of a pack now. It’s always suited them, and it had the bonus of being a good, mobile form for herding.

The Twili don’t have daemons, and the spirit people in the twilight realm don’t either, which is horrifying from Twilight’s perspective. But that’s why when they were taken into the twilight realm, Twilight and Vona’s forms merged into Wolf Link, a combination of both of them. Both of their minds are in Wolf Link and they can both control the form, but they’ve only ever fought for control once, when Vona tried to stop Zelda from sacrificing herself for Midna and Twilight won out, holding her back.

Despite the obvious similarities between Vona and “Wolfie,” the Links that don’t know about their secret haven’t figure it out. It’s a pretty big leap of logic- besides, Wolfie has all those strange markings, and a shackle around their paw. Wolfie doesn’t mind if the others touch them, even if Vona is in there too- it’s a magical form unique to them both, and it’s neither of theirs completely. Vona is as mature as Kuri is, but more talkative with the others, less touchy, and far more willing to tease and rile the younger daemons up. She doesn’t actually talk to Kuri much- the two wolves recognized each other as soon as they met, and they have an unspoken understanding. She talks to Twilight the regular amount, but they don’t need physical contact as much as the others do- they can share a body whenever they want, and nothing feels as close anymore.

Warriors and Audelfi

Audelfi settled when Warriors drew the Master Sword, but she’d been taking a wolf form on and off for some time before that. It was a noble form to take and common among the unsettled soldiers; the legendary form of the Hero. They were both quite happy with the form, though settling in the middle of a conflict is never easy.

Despite her name, Delfi is absolutely Warriors’ voice of reason and caution. It’s not a mostly even split like it is with Hyrule and Fernwai, she got just about all of it and he got almost none. She’s the one to talk him down from his most reckless decisions, or to sit by exasperatedly when she can’t. It’s sometimes caused noticeable friction between them; every rare once in a while it gets so bad that they flat out won’t speak to one another, and Delfi has actually pulled at their bond to try and drag him away from a dangerous situation before. They (obviously) always apologize and make up, but it’s a cycle that keeps repeating.

Delfi sees herself partly as her Hylian’s protector (she’s not entirely wrong), so it took her a while to relax around the other daemons and interact with them instead of Warriors, who was the exact opposite and warmed up to the other Links very quickly. She’s the only daemon that will talk to the other Hylians uninvited, which they don’t mind, exactly, but find a little bit… forward. Her ego is definitely smaller than Warriors, but Delfi was the Greek center of the world, after all.

Wild and Firielore

Wild settled young, drawing the Master Sword when he was 13. Firi settled as a field mouse, which was a cause for concern at first. Scholars quickly reassured the King that everything was fine; the Hero’s daemon was most often a wolf, yes, but there was at least one other in the ancient texts that took the shape of a mouse.

Wild and Firi have the longest bond distance of all of the Links, because of the painful pulling that they frequently put themselves through as a knight and as Zelda’s guard. Every once in a while she’ll climb a rock or something and Wild will go carefully still, automatically pretending not to be fazed- old habits die hard. Everyone has noticed, but no one brings it up. It’s none of their business, even when any one of them would be doubled over with the pain of the distance while Wild stands outwardly unaffected. Twilight tried talking to him about it once, and Wild didn’t respond but ignored him for the rest of the day, Firi like a statue of a mouse on his shoulder.

Firi is and always has been a quiet daemon, but she got even quieter as the weight of her and Wild’s responsibilities settled over them Pre-Calamity. She never speaks except to Wild, and even then, only softly and occasionally. She’s opened up considerably since their awakening in the Shrine of Resurrection in that she’ll leave Wild’s shoulder and interact with the other daemons for longer and longer periods of time, often riding with Emper on Fernwai’s back during long days of uneventful travel. The others have only heard her voice once or twice, and she always pretends that they haven’t in case they make it a big deal.

(More on Firi pre-LU here)

Four and Emper

Emper settled when Four drew the completed Four Sword during his first journey, but she was taking the mouse form long before that. It was just always who she had been, and it was really a relief to settle, because they’d been wondering why they hadn’t already. Four loves her form for a multitude of reasons- he’s small, and she’s small. She can’t really help in the forge, but she can fit into lots of places that he can’t (when he’s big). She can ride on his shoulder, and when he’s the size of a Minish, he can ride on her back. They’re perfect for one another!

Emper doesn’t shrink when Four does, but she does change when he splits. It’s kind of complicated. There’s not four Empers the same way there’s four Fours, but they each have an aspect of her the same way they do of him. What form that takes I’m unsure of- there aren’t four mouse daemons, though.

Emper is one of the calmer social daemons, just like her Hylian. She's very friendly with all the other daemons, and she was a big part of helping Firi to feel at home in the group (meeting Four and having their form validated was actually very important for her and Wild). It's hard to be super cuddly with a mouse, but she and Four manage. They prefer to communicate silently rather than openly, but they have a healthy combination of both.

Sky and Lydivia

Sky and Lydivia settled later in their journey as well, when Hylia’s blessing completed the transformation of the Master Sword. The people of Skyloft didn’t have as much form variance as they would as the people of Hyrule, because of how deeply ingrained the loftwings were to their culture. Daemons only took shapes that were small enough to ride on a loftwing, be carried, or fly quickly enough to keep up with one; though only the the Goddesses themselves (and by extension all Zeldas) could settle as one of the sacred birds. Lydi always favored the butterfly form, and it was fitting that she settled as something found both in the Sky and on the land beneath the clouds.

Lydi is quiet, because even though her wingspan makes her larger than Firi and Emper, it’s hard for a butterfly to be loud. She does speak sometimes, just very softly, and mostly lets Sky voice her thoughts if she needs him to. It’s not uncommon to see her settled on one of the other’s daemons, either listening to them talk or just being near them for comfort or camaraderie. She’s content to just be, listening to the other Hylians and daemons (who learn what the different movements of her wings mean and include her in conversations when they can) and talking silently to Sky.

Legend and Faistina

Faistina settled when Legend drew the Master Sword, like most of the others, but they already sort of knew. The Dark World reveals your true self, and they had been a rabbit- he feels unspeakably lucky they didn’t settle that way, though he’d never admit it out loud. A hare is a better form, faster, bigger, and more capable. He is not a defenseless rabbit.

When they’re forced into the rabbit form in the Dark World, it’s sort of the same experience that Twilight and Vona have when becoming Wolf Link, except that it’s a weakening and incomplete merging and not an advantage. It’s more like Fais- all of Fais, not just the parts that they always share- is forced into Legend’s mind all at once, and he takes on her base physical traits, but softened; the ears, the fur, the face… it sucks for both of them. He’s so glad they didn’t settle as a rabbit.

Like Hyrule and Fernwai, Legend and Fais have similar base personalities- they just don’t get along as well as they maybe should. It’s not like Warriors, where he and his daemon have spats and then reconcile, more like they have some unresolved things they probably should have talked about long ago but most likely never will. Her form still makes him uncomfortable and self doubtful, and she knows it, though she’s long accepted it herself. Fais interacts with the other daemons in the same way that Legend interacts with the other Links; a little bit needling at times, kind of aloof, but able to see when she’s needed to be serious or kind. Despite their differences she and Legend do love each other, of course they do, but they don’t show their affection as outwardly, instead verbally sparring with one another or sharing exasperated looks at someone else’s expense.

Wind and Marumi

Wind settled when he drew the Master Sword at age 12, young even for a Hero. He’s never had any issue with Marumi’s form; seagull daemons are pretty common on the Great Sea, and he’s happy to represent that. It’s a good form for a sailor and a pirate, as long as she’s perched when the King of Red Lions goes fast, and she can even glide from traincar to traincar to check on passengers and cargo if they’re careful about it. They aren’t upset at how early they were forced to settle, either, except maybe for the fact that Marumi didn’t get to play with forms as much as most kids. Time is bitter about it on Wind’s behalf.

Wind and Marumi are young and have an innocent, open daemon-Hylian bond despite their mature experiences. They’re used to silent communication, because she’s in the air whenever possible and it’s hard for her voice to carry over the roar of the sea and the wind. Marumi helps to serve as the group’s navigator if they’re lost and she and Wind can get up high enough to not stretch their bond too badly (they have a larger than average bond distance, which is helpful for avian forms, but it’s natural and not forced like Wild’s is). She has a good sense of direction and the flight power that Lydi lacks to get a good view of their surroundings.

Marumi loves to talk to the other daemons, and she and Wind have reacclimated fairly well to talking to each other verbally. Sometimes Wind will still yell out non sequiturs to her, though, because they’re used to the one way communicating. She’s not flying that high, and he does not need to yell so loud and startle all eight of his fully armed travel companions, thank you very much. Marumi stays in the air most of the time during the day, but nests in Wind’s lap or hair at night.

~Other Stuff~

- All of the daemons call their Link ‘Link,’ and all the other Links by their title. It’s not as confusing as one would think. Everyone learns the other daemons’ voices very quickly, so that if one shouts out in the heat of battle they can identify who needs help.

- Listening to the daemons talk about their Hylians can be confusing. Not for the daemons themselves, though.

- Most of them know on some level that Legend is unhappy with Fais’ form, they just don’t know why. Sky, Wind, Four, and Wild have tried pep talking him about not having a wolf form, thinking maybe that’s the problem. It’s not.

- They all worry about the extremes to which Wild and Firi push their bond, and how often they do it.

- If they need to split up, the wolf daemons communicate long distance with an agreed upon system of howls. Most of the group is impressed with how quickly Wolfie picks it up too.

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pens-swords-stuff · 6 years ago

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Character Creation Tag [Aiden]

@jynecca tagged me for this, thank you very much! I’m going to do Aiden for this~

1) What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.?)

Oh man Aiden was created so long ago...

I think that it was either his concept or face claim that came first? I can’t remember. I know that I wanted to make my own take on the arrogant popular jerk archetype, and I also immediately knew that I wanted to use Jake Abel.

2) Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Nope! I originally made him for a roleplay when I legitimately didn’t have any friends on that site and didn’t know anyone so I made him all by my lonesome.

3) How did you choose their name?

It didn’t require a whole lot of thought, it was one of those glorious moments where you just immediately know what their full name is, and it fit perfectly.

4) In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

The very original setting in which he was created for involved high society, so that established his family’s significant wealth.

I can’t remember when I gave him his emotionally abusive family backstory, but that’s also a consistent, important part of his character. The urban fantasy elements of Wanderlust and his status as a witch played really nicely into this family dynamic — this had a huge impact on his personality, and he turned out completely different than before. For starters, he’s much less of a popular kid, he’s an outcast now, and he’s nicer, and super passive, and if I had to describe him in one word it would be ‘wry’.

5) Is there any significance behind their hair colour?

I just wanted a blonde!

6) Is there any significance behind their eye colour?

Nope.

7) Is there any significance behind their height?

Nope. He’s tall, and that’s about it.

8) What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

Aiden has a really dry sense of humor, and he makes a lot of deadpan jokes about death. I do that too.

9) Are they based off of you, in some way?

Usually I’ll give me spiel here about how I don’t put myself in my characters, but I normally can’t deny that there are some sort of similarities.

Not Aiden. I literally cannot find any piece of me in him if I tried.

I don’t think this is a matter of him being completely different from me, I think it’s a sign that despite all of the progress I’ve made with who he is, I still need to dig deeper.

10) Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

Aiden has always been pansexual! I actually think he was the very first of my ‘all of my characters are bi/pan’ thing.

11) What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: Writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

Jake Abel is a pretty minor actor — I’m fairly certain that at this point, I’ve seen literally every single gif and image of him that exists on the internet. They’re not all that great of a quality, or they don’t work as Aiden, so it’s always a struggle trying to find gifs/images of him to use in edits.

12) How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

I know that he’ll have a kid with his love interest at some point — probably sooner rather than later after the events of Wanderlust. (Might be even sooner in Morsmordre...) But beyond that, honestly not much. I feel like he’ll probably end up as a doctor or a lawyer at some point, but I have no idea what his future is going to look like. Aiden probably hasn’t given it much thought either, he never felt like he had a future.

Fun fact: me and @autofoebia once wrote a 60+ page fic about buddy cop Aiden and King (autofoebia’s character) way before Wanderlust was even conceived. This was a future AU where they were a lot older — although I wouldn’t consider it canonical anymore since Aiden as a character has changed so damn much since then, it still counts, yeah?

yo frunk if you’re reading this, maybe we should rewrite it someday

13) If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

Aiden is a troubled guy. His trauma isn’t necessarily apparent, but it influences him a lot and creeps into his thoughts and behavior.

He acts cool, but he’s not actually cool.

14) What is something about your OC that can make you laugh?

There are times that he tries to be cool and do something all cool-like, and he ends up failing and embarrassing himself. Then he tries to brush it off all casually, and Aiden, please. Most people aren’t fooled.

15) What is something about your OC can make you cry?

No matter how far he runs away, he can never really get away from his family. They always turn up to haunt him at his lowest moments — and I don’t mean they haunt his nightmares, I literally mean they physically show up at the worst possible time. And naturally they ruin everything.

16) Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

I think I regret his character creation. I have a lot of love and appreciation for Aiden, but I’m not entirely sure I ever had a proper idea of who he was. He’s never been a good character, and honestly he probably didn’t deserve to be brought back, but he continues to pop up in my writing a lot. I wish that when he was first created, I had been better at character creation — it’s been like 3 years since his creation and I’m still super struggling with him.

I’ll figure you out someday Aiden, I swear it.

17) What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

He’s a huge dork. I don’t understand how this happened. He was supposed to be suave, but nope. He’s a massive dork now and it’s very ???

18) What is your favourite fact about your OC?

He’s one-half of my og ship. None of my other ships would’ve happened without this guy.

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impalafortrenchcoats · 6 years ago

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tomorrow never came

Author: impalafortrenchcoats

Chapter: 5/?

Summary:

A look at Hogwarts and the battle for it through the eyes of the students who lived and loved there.

A BTS/Harry Potter Fusion no one asked for, nor wanted.

Ships: Namjin, Yoonseok/Sope, Jikook/Kookmin, VMinKook

Categories: Harry Potter AU, Young Love, Angst, Some Fluff, Battle of Hogwarts, Family Drama

Chapter Word Count: 5,120

Other Chapters: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Excerpt:

“It’s not like that, father — ”

“Not like what, Namjoon? Tell me how it is because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t seem like you’re taking your duties to this family and our name very seriously. How do you expect to uphold our position in the Halls, Namjoon? We are not like those wizards in the West. Unlike them, we know not to turn magic into a crutch; we respect it, we do not abuse it, and we do not expect it to solve all our problems. Unlike them, Namjoon, we do not let magic replace our brains and our hearts.”

“Father…”

“Don’t you see? Already, these frivolous studies have wasted so much of your time, your potential. Do you not see the effect it has on you? Sometimes, when I go to welcome you home, I go in fear that the child who returns to me will not be one I recognize.”

CHAPTER 5

Namjoon quickened his pace and he climbed the next few flights. The higher he ascended the faster he walked, and by the time he reached the familiar corridor, Namjoon was all but sprinting.

His footsteps slapped against the stone floor. In the silence of the hall, with the sounds of battle so far away, each impact echoed like a thunder clap in the empty expanse of the space. Namjoon was being careless, but at this point, he didn’t know what to think. He had a sickening sense of deja vu. Once again he was running down the same hall, only this time, he was alone, and whereas before, the danger seemed to be a pervasive presence, surrounding them and closing in, now, there was only danger in the urgency.

The ridiculous thing was, and he hated to admit it to himself, the closer he got to the place where they had run into the Snatchers, the more he began to hope he wouldn’t be seeing Seokjin there. So much time had passed. Why would Seokjin be there? Surely, he must have missed him; surely they must have passed each other accidentally in the midst of the battles downstairs… Surely.

Namjoon’s heart hammered in his chest. More so from the mounting dread than the physical exertion.

Then, he rounded the last corner, and the first thing he noticed was the overwhelming stench of blood that assaulted his nose. He barely slowed his pace in spite of this, and as a result almost slipped and fell as he skidded over the enormous puddle. After a vicious struggle against gravity to remain upright, Namjoon got his bearings and realized that the puddle was oozing out from the remains of the man crushed under the broken pieces of a statue. He quickly looked away. That was not an image he wanted etched in his memory, no matter how futile his effort was.

Glancing to his right, he immediately recognized the headless corpse of the first man Seokjin killed in the earlier fight.

He fought down the rising panic.

Where was Seokjin?

Stumbling around and having to pretty much climb over some of the fallen chunks of the ceiling, Namjoon was just about to breathe a sigh of relief that maybe Seokjin did leave already, when a patch of white, half hidden behind some bigger pieces of broken castle walls, caught his eye.

It was Seokjin’s uniform.

His breath caught.

Namjoon’s heart leapt into his throat as he made his way over, and there in front of him, was Seokjin, huddled up against the barrier of fallen ceiling and broken walls.

“Jin-ah!” He took off running toward the figure. “God damn it, Jin! I fucking knew it! I knew something was wrong, fuck! You show me right now where the hell you’re hurt and let me —”

He broke off.

Seokjin’s shirt was lifted slightly, and as he approached, Namjoon could see the blackened skin of his abdomen.

Seokjin didn’t move as he approached.

Seokjin didn’t move.

Seokjin didn’t —

Namjoon knelt down beside the figure. Seokjin’s head was leaning against stones, tilted away from him.

“Jinnie,” he whispered, “Jinnie, come on, I came back.”

Gently, he took him by his shoulders and eased him away from the stones and into his arms. He refused to look at the mess of his stomach as Seokjin’s head lolled listlessly onto his shoulders.

“Oh.” The soft breath of surprise escaped his lips, as he was unable to say or do anything else.

Namjoon’s eyes were glued to the stones. He was so afraid. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t look.

He just rubbed Seokjin’s shoulder and rocked the both of them in the darkness.

Still not looking but pressing his cheek against his love’s hair, Namjoon nuzzled his head and murmured, “It’s okay, Jinnie. It’s okay. I understand. I know, okay? I’m so stupid sometimes, I’m so sorry. But, it’s okay.”

At the last words, he pressed his lips to the other boy’s forehead, still murmuring ‘it’s okay’ over and over again.

The rocking continued. He didn’t know how long he sat, cradling the body of his friend and his love as his world crumbled silently around him. Namjoon was vaguely aware he must have been crying: his eyes were wet, so were his cheeks, and Seokjin’s hair under his chin. It was too bad; Jinnie would have hated this. He would have hated everything about this, but there wasn’t much else Namjoon could do.

What was he supposed to do?

What was the point?

It was all for nothing. The last seven years of his life amounted to nothing, now. He fought so hard to come here, demanded it, forced his family’s hand. And when push came to shove, he’d walked away from everything he knew for the sake of his goals.

But what did any of that matter now?

Didn’t his father say he would regret his decision? Didn’t he say they weren’t worth it, his friends and all the people he had met here? He’d claimed to have made allowance with Yoongi because the boy was of decent upbringing and at least shared their blood. But what good were these foreigners who had no concept of their heritage? They were no good for him, especially his school liaison. There was no future for him there; it would all end in heartbreak.

Namjoon hated to admit it, but his father did have a point.

It did end in heartbreak.

He just didn’t think the old man had this in mind.

However, here was one thing the Kim patriarch had completely wrong.

Namjoon, even in the broken and dusty hallway, even nursing the gutted, gnawing emptiness of grief, could not work up the ability to regret. Because no matter the outcome, Namjoon couldn’t fathom how any existence without his friends, without Seokjin, could have been in any way better.

They were worth it.

Seokjin was worth it.

He just wished he was worth it for them in turn.

“Jin-ah,” he whispered, gripping tighter to the body in his arms, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do, now. I don’t —”

He broke off, unable to push past the choking tightness of his throat.

He knew he should go. It was pointless to stay. There was nothing here. There was nothing here anymore.

But he just couldn’t bring himself to leave Seokjin. He’d already left him once.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it, again.

How many times had he walked away from the people he loved?

As his family could attest, too many times.

It was funny how in a moment like this, Namjoon could practically hear his father raging at him for being so weak. It seemed appropriate, though. His father did always end up being right more often than he was wrong.

And maybe his father was right about him after all. Maybe the man did raise an idealistic fool.

The Kim Patriarch had made it abundantly clear what he thought of his son. What was the last thing his father said before Namjoon left?

“Stand up this instant, Namjoon!”

It was a long time coming, this confrontation. With every passing year since Namjoon had started attending Hogwarts, the tension between his father and him had been growing. Perhaps it was because of how similar they were in some respects, both were too mulishly bullheaded to be swayed once they’d formed an opinion, and neither were very good with expressing their frustrations to one another. Usually, it would have been so easy to confide in his mother, but in Namjoon’s case, he couldn’t even be sure what her position was and didn’t want to risk alienating another parental figure.

In any case, Namjoon could only guess that his father had hoped that his son would give up on his wanderlust, or whatever it was he thought had driven Namjoon to demand a foreign education. While it was popular, particularly among the Yangban to encourage some experience abroad before apprenticing in their family’s area of expertise, the Kim Patriarch was never of the opinion that this form of education could have any real benefit for his Heir.

They had always been a prominent family in the Hall of Records and Legislation, a key sector of government that dealt specifically in reviewing historical heritage and law in order to provide informed advice in the political spheres. He made it very clear that he didn’t see how going halfway across the world would help Namjoon in his future role as advisor.

It was an ongoing joke among the Kim family and their branch families, how proud the Patriarch was of his son’s intelligence. The boy had always learned quickly and took to books like a jangjamari to water. The perfect future candidate to take his father’s place.

As far was he was concerned, Hogwarts was a passing fancy for the boy.

Too bad his father never took into consideration that Namjoon wanted nothing to do with it.

The Kim Patriarch had hoped his son would give up on foreign schooling when it became apparent that there was nothing they could provide that would prepare him for the Halls, but Namjoon hadn’t been looking to prepare for the Halls.

His passion had always been the realm of spellwork and the intricacies of creating new spells. He had been so lucky to find a kindred spirit in Yoongi. Whatever his prickly exterior would indicate, Yoongi was in fact extremely empathetic to the tunes of magic and could work things out purely on instinct. Where Namjoon saw everything in logic, straight lines, and patterns, Yoongi felt it in waves and colors and sounds.

They could do great things together, if their time and status would allow. Unfortunately, here, they couldn’t.

This was his reason for choosing Hogwarts. This was his chance to get far enough away from his father’s influence to properly dive in and study what he loved.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before his father figured things out.

In fact, Namjoon had been surprised at how long it had taken for his father to fully grasp the situation.

The subsequent fight had been epic. It had only taken a few short minutes before everything descended into screams and regrettable words being traded back and forth. His mother had ushered his younger sister out of the room before things got too intense. Neither of them had returned.

At the start of it all, Namjoon had been prepared, somewhat, for his father’s disapproval. He had hoped the older man wouldn’t have found out for another year, when his and Yoongi’s project was more finalized, when he could show his father what they had made together. Still, he had been lining up his counter arguments for his education.

What he had not been prepared for was the attack on his friends.

The beration started out predictably, enough.

“When I allowed you the freedom to choose your academic path, I had hoped that my son and heir would have both the respect and common decency to observe our traditions. I had hoped to see you at Chuseok, but you did not come. I let that go. Youth is full of excitement, and mistakes were bound to be made. I had hoped that my son would have the maturity to balance both his interests and his duty, but I find that my expectations need to be lowered.”

“Father, I already apologized to you in my letter. You have to understand, the OWLs are an important determining factor in our future success, and I required the extra time to study for them.”

“I was not finished, son. I appreciate the dedication you exhibit in all aspects of your endeavors, but I cannot stress enough the importance of family and tradition. I let Chuseok pass, but when Seollal came and went without your presence as well, I had to wonder, Namjoon, whether you even remember this family at all.”

“It’s not like that, father — ”

“Father…”

The words lingered heavily in the air.

Namjoon had to admit that sentence struck him in a way that he was not prepared for, but he was determined.

He took a deep breath, letting the silence echo for a bit as he chose his words carefully, “Maybe that’s where you’re wrong, father. Maybe it’ll be better if you stop fearing for that child, and instead look for the man that child could be?”

His father was silent.

Quickly so as not to lose his nerves, Namjoon took the opportunity to continue, while at the same time refusing to look his father in the eye. “I need to do this. You are the one who taught me to believe in my own convictions, to find my own truths. Could you really tell me you would rather I give up on my aspirations? Could you really look at me and still take pride in calling me your son?”

“Rather that I have a failure for a son than a traitor!”

“And how have I betrayed anyone? By choosing my own path? By trying to better myself and trying to make a positive impact, however small, on the world?”

“Well, look at this boy, my child! I see, now, clearly I am the one in the wrong. Improve the world, you say?” Sarcasm dripped from every word the man spoke, and just as abruptly, he exploded, “Never have I heard such arrogance and conceit under my roof! Is this what they teach you at your Hogwarts? What fool are you to have these lofty claims? Do you hear yourself, Namjoon-ah! You aim for dreams and forget reality!”

“If everyone thought like you, we would still be grounding roots and burning incense to the gods for magic!”

“You —”

“Have you thought of the possibility that it’s not me who dreams too big, father, but you who dreams too small?”

The man’s eyes bulged in barely suppressed rage. Namjoon had never had to fear his father’s wrath taking physical manifestation before this point, but he would be lying if he said the thought hadn’t crossed his mind in that moment, looking at the boiling fire behind his father’s eyes.

“So this is what your so called education has given you? The gall to speak in such manner to your own father?”

“No. I never had to leave to learn that.”

“How dare you — ”

By now, Namjoon was also yelling, “You can’t preach righteousness, integrity, and contingency in one breath, then turn around and demand absolute obedience in another!”

“I am the head of this family, and I will demand obedience however I please! You are my son, and you will listen! No, I will take the blame here. I should have known this Hogwarts business was no good from the start. It was my fault for trying to appease your childish whims. Well, this stops now. I will not have you leaving home for this nonsense any longer.”

“Father!”

“I have spoken, Namjoon. If have any respect for your filial obligations, you will listen. I am doing this for your own good, son.”

A heavy silence settled over the room, and everything froze under the weight of it. Stern confidence burned in the Kim Patriarch’s eyes as they bore into Namjoon’s own wide open ones. But that fire ebbed swiftly, when slowly and ever so carefully, Namjoon lowered himself to kneel before his father.

The man couldn’t hide the slight shaking in his voice when he asked, “What are you doing, Namjoon?”

“Father, please. I’m begging you not to ask that of me. Please don’t make me choose.”

“What are you saying?”

Despite being trained his entire life to hold a gaze, Namjoon had never had a harder time adhering to those lessons than he did now. Still, he persevered. He owed his father that much respect. Even though they had their many differences, and by now, Namjoon had accepted that they may never see eye to eye on the most important of things, he still loved his father; he still admired him.

But in this matter, he couldn’t back down.

All he could do was look into the man’s eyes while he broke his heart.

“Please, I’m begging you not to make me choose because you will not like my answer.”

His father took a wavering step back, as if Namjoon’s very words had struck him. Almost of its own volition, the man’s hand reached out blindly to steady him and landed heavily on a nearby shelf full of priceless glass and vases on display. The man’s face did not show much expression beyond the widening of his eyes, but Namjoon could only assume what was going through the man’s head as he stared at this son. What could the man have possibly inferred by reading between the lines of what was said?

Whatever it was, the boy was pretty confident that it would not be anything close to what he actually meant. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to unhold his family name; it wasn’t that he saw no value in the ideas of the East. It was just that he saw more, and wanted more, than what his home could provide. He wanted to achieve greatness, for his home and his name, but in his own way, by his own path.

Something which his father clearly did not, would not… or perhaps could not understand.

Namjoon knew this. He knew this going into this conversation. There was no way they were going to see eye to eye on the issue.

Still, it didn’t stop the flinch when a vase shattered by his side, mere inches from where he knelt. He vaguely recognized the jagged pieces as the remains of a jade vase dating back to the late Goryeo dynasty.

He sure hoped his father had the state of mind to spell that back together before leaving the room.

It would be such a waste to leave something so precious broken over such an avoidable situation.

When the man spoke again, his voice was a heavy hiss Namjoon couldn’t help but compare to what he assumed an angry basilisk must sound like, “Well, have we a look here. My son, my child, look at how I have raised you. Look at the labors of my years spent on teaching you, guiding you… wasted. Namjoon-ah, there are many regrets I may have expected to have in this life, but let me tell you, I had not expected that one day one of those regrets would be siring you.”

Oh, well that one burned something vicious. Too bad that by this point, Namjoon was boiling too much to take it lying down. “You always told me to be exceptional. You shouldn’t be too shocked that I’ve become an exceptional disappointment.”

Namjoon didn’t really blame the man for exploding.

“You ungrateful, selfish child!” It felt like the entire room trembled under the sheer volume of that scream. “Stand up this instant, Namjoon! Look me in the eye when you tell you want to abandon this family.”

“I said no such thing! This is the problem with you. You only hear what you want to hear,” Namjoon cut in, finding it more and more difficult to keep his tongue as their arguments degraded.

“If only that were the case, I would not have to listen to my son spout this nonsense under my roof. I can hear just fine, Namjoon, and what I’m hearing is disobedience and disrespect!”

“How can I respect what is clearly willful ignorance!”

“How dare you say that to me? This, this right here, is the result of your mingling with those lesser sorts. This is what I get for letting you fraternize with those low-born, half-breeds!”

“What?”

And this was where the train derailed completely. Namjoon could understand the fear of the unknown, he could understand how his father could refuse his alternative education, but this here was completely irrational, and vile, and something he had never thought to associate with his father.

“We are Yangban , our heritage is that of phoenixes. Our spirit is that of the tiger. And here you are allowing yourself to be taken in and dragged down to the level of those dogs you call friends? You are not them, you will never be them. They won’t and can’t understand you. They are not worth it!”

“I can’t believe these are the words coming out of your mouth.”

“You need to hear this, son. It’s for your own good.” His father breathed a heavy sigh. “Whatever you may feel, whatever you think they may feel, they cannot understand what it is to be one of us. There is no future there for you.”

Namjoon was shocked silent. He remained where he knelt, staring, and maybe seeing his father for the first time.

“Now,” the man continued, tone finally calming for the first time that evening, “I am a reasonable man. We can forget this conversation ever happened. But you need to wake up and face reality, Namjoon. The time for play is over, and you need to start looking at the rest of your life. All I am asking for is that you stay. I have some pull, so it will not be difficult to find you a spot at a more reputable institution. And I want you to stop this nonsense; those friends of yours from that place are clearly no good influence. Oh, and immediately terminate your liaison with that Chungin mixbreed. There was no way that match could have worked in any universe.”

For a moment, time seemed frozen with only the echoes of his father’s speech flowing through his mind. Namjoon tried to form something, anything, to respond, but there was nothing, just a wide gaping chasm of coldness where once was the last meager childhood faith in a parent’s infallibility.

Then, Namjoon stood and crossed the space between the two. His foot crushed a piece of vase, grinding it into the marble floor as he stepped forward to stand in front of his father.

Rather than saying anything, he pulled the man into a tight embrace which the man fell into willingly.

“Namjoon-ah.” The man heaved a sigh of relief. “You might curse me for my harsh words, but I do this for you. This, my heart, my home, what I do, it’s for you, for our family. I love you, son.”

It was funny. They were the same height, Namjoon and his father. This was the first time he’d noticed.

“I know,” he whispered, chin resting on his father’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

The man froze when the words finally settled.

Namjoon pulled away and looked at his father, eyes leveled.

“I’m sorry.”

“Namjoon, what — ”

“If you really feel that strongly about this, I am sorry to be such a disappointment.”

His father face was an odd mixture of placid heartbreak and indignant anger as Namjoon backed away.

“You don’t have to see this ungrateful son again.” Namjoon gave the man a bow before adding a final, “Good-bye, father.”

He turned and walked out the room. Silence hung heavy behind him.

Namjoon gave the broken vase a final passing thought, wondering if there was enough left to even repair.

When he arrived back at his room, fully intending on packing his things, he was shocked to see both his mother and sister already there. Beside his bed, his school trunk was open, and both women were carefully and lovingly folding his things to add to its contents. They looked up as he entered.

For a moment, the world was suspended on a breath.

And just as quickly, the moment passed.

Namjoon quietly joined in on the preparations.

The entire affair was eerily silent. But really what could be said? When there was nothing else to do, Namjoon tossed on his outer long jacket, and was struck with a strange sense of nostalgia when he remembered his mother had hemmed this very jeogori last summer. A strange sense of awkwardness, not unlike what he’d felt as a much younger child facing his mother after he’d broken her prized hair pin, weighed heavily on his shoulders as he turned to face the two most important women in his life.

He had originally planned to pack and quietly head off to Yoongi’s to inform him of the recent developments before trying to get in contact with Seokjin.

Now, being faced with the other people directly affected by his decision, he was left floundering on how to explain himself.

Instead of waiting for her son to come to his senses, the Kim Matriarch stepped forward and took the jeogori from his hands, motioning for Namjoon to hold out his arms for her to put the jacket on him.

As she adjusted his collar and tied the jacket shut, she finally asked, “Are you sure in what you’re doing?”

He held her gazed and answered, “I am.”

“Then you have my blessing.”

And what a blessing it was. Namjoon hadn’t fully appreciated just how much his mother was risking with the words she uttered that day. For her, it wasn’t just a matter of letting go of her son, but she had also put her standing in the family at risk by challenging his father; her name, her face, and her legacy were set aside for the sake of her fool of a son.

He had been so arrogant.

He had been so confident he could change his father’s outlook through his research, his project. He had been so sure he could negate his mother’s worries by proving to her that she had indeed raised a son worth taking pride in. And most of all, he had been looking forward to the day when he could show Seokjin that choosing Namjoon had been the right choice.

How quickly things changed.

For all his intelligence, it was funny how often Namjoon ended up making such horrible mistakes. The first was buying into his father’s ideals of lineage and how they reflected the quality of a person. Thankfully, this was a short-lived phase which Yoongi, metaphorically and physically, kicked out of him. The second was taking Yoongi’s friendship for granted. The third was for doubting the quality of the friendship he had the luck of tumbling into. Thankfully, Seokjin had been there to help him fix those kinds of mistakes before they could lead into anything truly horrendous.

Seokjin had been there.

He thought he’d grown up enough to know better. He wasn’t perfect; he knew that, but he had thought that at the very least, he was beyond failing those close to him to this extent. He should have known better. He should have known. It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed. He had.

He had.

Why didn’t he do something, then?

He had known something was wrong, otherwise he wouldn’t have had that niggling sense of unease. If he hadn’t known, why would the black pit of fear not settle in the entirety of their time apart?

He didn’t even say a proper good-bye.

He hadn’t even given Seokjin that.

Namjoon had thought he had grown out of this, that he was beyond taking things for granted.

It was funny how he forgot not to take time for granted as well.

Panic rose inside him. For the first time in so long, Namjoon was utterly lost. Because what was he supposed to do, now? How was he supposed to fix this?

This wasn’t a Taehyung-induced disaster to be cleaned up before a professor could actually wander in on it.

This wasn’t a first-year Jungkook’s weekly nightmare to be comforted away in the blue stillness of the night.

This wasn’t even a heart-wrenchingly perplexed Yoongi needing his own value explained to him at length so that Yoongi could find enough strength to finally start pursuing what made Yoongi happy.

No.

This was Seokjin.

This was the loud and present reality of the gaping chasm in his life that would be all he had of Seokjin.

And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

There was nothing.

Worst of all, Namjoon was too much of a coward to look. If he kept on holding Seokjin, if he just kept Seokjin in his arms and kept breathing in the mix of Seokjin’s earthy soap and the stale scent from the dusting of broken stones in his hair, then he wouldn’t have to accept just how temporary this was. It was silent here. Everything from the shouts of spells, the fighting and destruction, to the sounds of spells streaking through the air, were all muffled here. This was a reprieve.

Time was frozen here.

With the still warm weight of Seokjin in his arm, this was a reprieve.

“Please, please, please, Seokjin. Just this once, just this once, I won’t ever ask for anything else ever again. Just please, please, please don’t be gone, Jinnie. Please, don’t be gone.”

Namjoon’s whispers were muffled in the other boy’s hair.

“Please, for me; I don’t know what to do. I don’t know. I need you. I need you to tell me what to do.”

There was always a restart, a save point, in the games they played. And he would give anything in the world to have one now; because everything inside him rejected even the thought of the reality in front of him. He couldn’t accept it.

Hope was ridiculous, but he clung onto it as tightly was he did Seokjin. The alternative was too painful.

“Please…”

He hated hope.

“Please…”

And in the alcove of the broken hallway, Namjoon sobbed as he was forced to let hope go.

Special thanks to allourheroes for cleaning up my writing mess.

#bts fic #bangtan #namjin #jikook #yoonseok #kookmin #bts #sope #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #my fanfic #myfanfic #fic: tomorrow never came

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Mooooooooooooooooooooooooor Guardian!AU Worldbuilding because hell ye. I really need to begin labeling these text posts. >.> BUT that’s for later! For now lets do a bit of worldbuilding but with a focus on characters and the Equestrian Wastes (I think I’ll begin calling the war-torn Equestria this from now on for this AU):

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- I know at the beginning of making this AU the pairings were meant to be romantic but like RariTwi for this AU, I’m starting to think the PinkieShy and AppleDash is also more like platonic soulmates. Paired but in a different way. I’m really diggin it for this AU so that’s probably whats gonna happen. o3o

-Twilight very rarely takes off her helmet but she will if Rarity asks her to. Because Rarity knows it hurts her, she very rarely asks her to, but sometimes when her nightmares get particularly bad she just might ask, and Twi does it every time. If anything, it’s a reminder that the hulking monster she calls her protector is still just a pony, and just as much a prisoner to Mistral as she is, and that sort of kinship, one that doesn’t have anything to do with their forced bond, is a source of comfort.

-Let’s talk about Pinkie and Shy, we rarely do for this AU! So I mentioned earlier that Pinkie is a travelling Caravan merchant; she’s actually a part of a long-time family business called the Rocky Roads Caravan company. Her family, as a caravan-based business, travels a lot, and with the parents older their daughters have taken over the whole traveling part of their business, carting goods all over Equestria. Pinkie in particular has quite the wanderlust and desire to see everything she can, she rarely ever returns to the farm aside for their holidays and family reunions. That said, she is very close to her family and while she kinda does her own solo thing now she makes sure to send a good sum of her profits to her family.

-Pinkie travels with her most trusted companion and cart-puller Gummy, who is a mutated alligator the Equestrian Wastes typically call a Deathmaw. Deathmaws are bipedal reptilian creatures that came to be thanks to magic-spliced radiation altering the alligator and crocodile. They’ve become an actual species due to them being numerous enough to breed with one another until a substantial population formed. They are generally very dangerous and can’t be domesticated, but Pinkie managed to tame Gummy when she found him as a baby and took him in. Gummy is unusually docile for his kind and despite the name he still does have all of his teeth, though one of his tusks are broken. He may be docile but he is still dangerous; anyone threatening Pinkie’s life has met a terrible and messy end. Gummy loves Pinkie and he shows his affection by giving strange throaty growls that resemble purring, and he nibbles gently at her hair and ears.

-Pinkie Pie is multilingual, and can speak several languages, which comes in handy given how often she travels. One language she knows is sign language, something of which her entire family knows because Limestone is deaf. Because Fluttershy doesn’t speak, Pinkie decided to teach her sign language so she would have a way to communicate without her using her voice, something Fluttershy is very appreciative of. Aside from sign language though, Shy communicates by humming as if singing, something Pinkie has taught herself to understand based on the inflections of Shy’s voice.

-Fluttershy unlike Rainbow and Twilight, actually enjoys having her mask off. She very rarely ever puts it on anymore, preferring to experience this large and unknown world with her own natural senses. There are times where she does put it back on though, such as when she needs to fly for long distances or enter areas that Pinkie herself can’t get to, like underwater areas, high areas, and areas with heavy radiation (all of which Shy can withstand with ease). This makes her a very valuable partner to Pinkie, and she’s able to obtain good and items she otherwise wouldn’t have access to. Shy is more than happy to help.

-Fluttershy, as a Valkyrie, typically vocalizes by singing in a wordless hum. The hum is actually tailored to lull targets into a calmer state, something that helped the survivability of the Valkyrie series since they’re the most frail in terms of armor. Fluttershy’s hum seems to be able to affect animals of all kinds in the Equestrian Wastes, including some of the more hostile creatures. It’s because of this that she’s what Pinkie calls the “Monster Whisperer”; animals, mutated or no, seem drawn to her and typically won’t react aggressively when in her presence, including a huge mutated Ursabug she named Harry, and a Jackalope she’s named Angel.

-The magic-spliced radiation that resulted from the massive bombing in Equestria has resulted in the altercation and mutation of not only sapient creatures, like ponies and griffons (who turn into “changelings” or “lurkers”), but it also brought about mutated animals and creatures that litter the EQW (equestrian wastes). Some of those animals include:

Jackalope: Rabbits with antler-like protrusions from their heads. They’re about as bit as large domestic cats and can actually be pretty dangerous to handle if they feel threatened. They will charge if they feel they must fight for their lives, and those antlers are no joke,

Deathmaw: Huge bipedal reptiles that mutated from crocodiles and alligators. They typically stay near water but are known to venture away in search of food or nesting grounds. VERY dangerous creatures, though thankfully they usually only attack if provoked.

Ursabug: Huge bear-like creatures that look like a cross between a bear and an insect. These things are highly aggressive and the nightmare of any survivor, and are generally avoided at all costs. Their pelts and stingers go for quite a pretty penny.

Chimera: A large creature that looks like it’s been created by the accidental fusion of sheep, goat, and dog. They’re actually domesticated and docile creatures, often used as pack-animals and companions.

Hydra: 3-5 headed reptile that’s mutated from the likes of a snake. These things are vicious and produce a venom that can paralyze their prey for long periods of time. Worse yet, they can spit this venon from several feet as projectile weapons; highly recommended not to engage if possible.

Orthos: a dog that has been mutated to produce 2 heads instead of one. Regular dogs still exist but the Orthos has since become its own “breed” of dog; they are characterized by, of course, the extra head, wrinkled and tough skin, and a long tuft of fur that runs from forehead to the tip of the tail. They’re hypoallergenic and live typically for longer than the average dog (about 21 years) and despite being usually big, are docile and friendly. There are some breeds of Orthos that are small, like Chihuahua versions, but these much smaller variations are usually deformed in some way and breeding them is discouraged.... but they’re popular with families, so breeding these sickly creatures for the sake of profit continues.

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Aaaaaaaaand that’s all I got for now! I’ll do more of these lore/worldbuilding posts for my AUs so you don’t have to wait for questions or art for more worldbuilding, but as always you’re more than free to ask me anything if you have any questions! c:

#Guardian!AU #au #worldbuilding #au brainstorming #brainstorming

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