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[lambbastard]

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[bangtansmauyeondan]

MOONSTRUCK | Part 20 (2 of 2) - 2 in the Morning

Pairing: Seokjin x Fem Reader | Namjoon x Fem Reader

Genre: F2L, social media au, soulmates au, office au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama. (Inspired by BTS - Moon)

Summary: You don’t know what the world looks like without Seokjin. Growing up in the same neighborhood, a low iron fence separating your family home and his, your lives have always been tangled up with each other. So much so, that after graduating college and securing your respective jobs, you decided to pack everything up and move to the same apartment building in the city— him, sharing a unit with his younger brother and his college bestfriend; you, sharing a unit with your younger brother and his equally chaotic bestfriend. Eternal neighbors thing, right? Or is that all there is to it?

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••••••••••

Present Day

Jungkook was surprised to see that you were still awake when he and Jimin stumbled back into the house at around two in the morning. You were in the kitchen sipping tea while scrolling through your iPad that’s propped up on the kitchen island. Jimin was shit-faced wasted and headed straight up to his bedroom. Your brother, sober because he’s the designated driver for the night, sat down with you in the kitchen and helped himself to some warm milk.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked while blowing the steam off of his milk a little.

“Nope.”

“The blue light from the iPad won’t help, you know.”

You chuckled. “Wow, when did you turn into dad?”

Jungkook giggled cutely, nose scrunching up like a bunny. “What are you doing? Sleuthing?”

You hummed at his question. “Do you remember Kris? Kristopher Allen?” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at your question and pursed his lips while in deep thought. In a split second, his expression changed as if a lightbulb just went off his brain. “Is that a yes?”

“Are you stalking him on social media?” he squinted at you, acting suspicious.

“Mmmaybe,” you bit your lower lip. “It looks like he’s settled down in America with a wife and a few kids,” you nodded.

“Why are you stalking your high school fling in the wee hours–” realization suddenly hit. “Oh.” Jungkook pushed his chair back and transferred to the seat next to you to take a peek at your iPad. “Are you curious about him just because? Orrr… it’s the prom thing, isn’t it?”

“... and if it is?”

Flashback to High School continuation

The dance hall glimmered in glittery golds and burgundies. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood. The students were dressed to the nines, posing like proper celebrities in posh parties, at every chance they could get. The men were mostly in suits and the girls were dressed in their most elegant ensemble. The selection of food at the buffet table was not bad at all too. You shared the table with Kris, Seokjin, Miyoung, Luna and three other people from your class. A few moments later, the boys were called by one of the teachers for a special production, where Kris takes the lead on the guitar.

“Yn, you look amazing!” one of the girls from your class cooed at you. “Love your make-up, so glam!”

“Thanks, Nari,” you beamed at her. “You look great as well! Is that embedded in the dress?” you squint at the floral accent on her neckline made of rubies.

“Oh, this?” Nari touched the the detail on her dress, “It’s a brooch made–”

“I think Yn’s make up made her look 10 years older,” you heard someone scoff at the table. “Isn’t that right, Lu?”

Luna’s jaw almost dropped. “No, Miyoung. I think Yn looks beautiful. Love that shade of red lippy on you,” Luna winked at you.

“Thanks, Lu,” you smiled sweetly at your friend. From the corner of your eye, you saw Miyoung roll hers. “You look beautiful, too, Miyoung. Your dress color matches Seokjin’s suit well.”

Miyoung’s face lit up at the mention of Seokjin’s name. “Speaking of my date, excuse me girls, I need to go backstage to check up on him!” she swiped her purse off the table and made a beeline to the backstage.

As soon as Miyoung was out of sight, Luna scooted closer to you, hissing and fuming, “That girl is really something else, Yn!”

“Let her be, Luna,” you sighed.

“Let her be? She’s been lowkey bullying you! Are you, like, a pushover or something?” She looked incredulous.

“Loonz,” you sighed. “Showing her that I’m getting affected by everything she says and does would just make her happy,” you smirked. “I don’t want her to have that satisfaction.”

“Oooh feisty!” she made a clawing paw gesture with her hand. “Why is she so mad at you anyway?”

“Isn’t it obvious? She likes Jin.”

Luna moved closer to whisper to your ear, “Does she know you like Jin too?”

“No.”

“Does Jin know though?”

“No, Luna. He doesn’t have to know,” you sighed. “He’s probably not interested too, seeing as he asked Miyoung out. They look great together, too.”

“All the more that he has to know then! Look, if you keep bottling it up, it would be way too hard for you to move on. Do you want to lose Jin as your bestfriend too?”

“No,” you furrowed your brows in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

Luna sighed exasperatedly, “Yn, if things get awkward between you and Jin, especially when he starts dating Miyoung, it’d be hard for you to bounce back from that. You were the one who told me that everyone and everything you seem to love gets taken away from you,” Luna reached out for your fingers that have started fiddling with the beady details of your dress to stop them. “Lay it all out in the open, tell him and THEN move on.”

Present Day

“Wow,” Hoseok’s eyes widened after Jin told him what happened at prom. “So let me get this straight… Yn confessed to you AND rejected you that same night?”

“Sounds about right!” Seokjin crushed the empty beer can in his hand. Him and Hoseok had been talking for hours already about your childhood, your highschool days and everything under the sun. “She told me she really liked me, but wanted to remain just friends. As simple as that.”

“Did you get to tell her about how you feel too?”

“Did not get a chance to do so. She’s convinced that Miyoung and I had started dating,” he shook his head. “Miyoung also showed up right on cue while we were talking, so she just dropped a see-you-around and threw a little wave my way before stepping out of the ballroom.”

“What’s the real deal between you and Miyoung back then?”

“Nothing!” Jin stood up and moved his face closer to Hoseok’s “Worldwide handsome, you know! Girls couldn’t resist my charm!”

“AIISSH!” Hoseok made a face which made Jin break into his signature windshield wiper-sounding laugh.

“Aigoo, Hoba,” Jin slumped back into his seat. “I have always known about Miyoung’s feelings. She’s been very honest with me. I’ve always been very honest with her as well that I only see her as a friend. For Yn though? I would have asked her to prom back then,” Jin sighed. “I would have asked her out on hundreds of dates. I could have been asking her out on dates these days, you know,” Seokjin had a distant look in his eyes, thinking about the could-have-beens.

“Do it,” Hoseok looked straight into his eyes.

“What?” Jin was dumbfounded.

“Get your lousy ass out there and ask her out before Min Yoongi beats you to it,” Hoseok tapped his wrist watch for a dramatic effect, “Time is of the essence, buddy.”

Jin stared at him for a good two minutes before he abruptly up and headed straight for the door.

“Yah! Kim Seokjin! Where do you think you’re going!?”

“To ask her out!”

“Yah!” Hoseok stretched his neck for his friend to hear him, “It’s 2 AM, you can’t just march into her apartment to ask her out!”

“Watch me!”

And the next thing Hoseok heard was the sound of the door closing.

••••••••

“Is that Jin hyung?” Jungkook asked when you both heard Jin’s faint voice and the light rapping at the door.

“Yeah,” you stood up from your seat and handed over the iPad to Jungkook. “I’ll get the door. What does this idiot need at this hour?”

Jungkook chuckled as he watched you head for the door.

You opened the door to Jin, standing tall right in front of you but with both eyes shut, as if he’s scared at the possibility of getting launched into space like a rocket ship. “Seokjin, are you okay?” you reached out to touch his face, feeling for signs of fever.

“Go out with me, Yn.” he blurted out all of a sudden.

“Ooookaaay… where are we going?”

“No, I meant…” he finally opened his eyes and wiped his cold palms on his jeans. “Go out with me… on a date,” he held your gaze as he said it. “You know, a date… Like, what two people normally do when they’re romantically involved. Not that we’re romantically involved yet. YET. I mean, I really like you, Yn. I have liked you since high school. Remember prom?” he laughed lightly. “I wanted to take you to prom. But Kris told me he would ask you out, and Miyoung asked me out the following day through a video call, and I couldn’t let her down–”

“Wait, what? But Miyoung–” You’re confused.

“Then you dated Kris. Then in college, you dated Hae-in. Then you dated a string of guys before you met Namjoon– THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE– and now he’s out of the picture, you met Yoongi. He’s a great guy, you know! Rooting for him already the first time I met him, but I couldn’t just shake off the fact that I could be better for you, Yn. But I just couldn’t find the right timing, you know?” he sighed. “I kept thinking back on that night when you rejected me–”

“Rejected you? I did not re–?” You’re even more confused now but Jin is speaking six thousand words per minute and you need to keep listening.

“And I thought, maybe you’re right, our friendship is more important above everything else. But I don’t want to be just friends with you forever, Yn. I’m too old– we’re too old for this shit. I want to be straightforward. I want to be man enough. I’m not gonna lie, Hobi gave me the push that I needed to stand here in front of you. I’m so sorry I had to do it right away, because if I slept on it, I would have chickened out… Now I’m just rambling, and I’m so sorry, I understand if you only see me as a friend,” he sighed. “I’m sorry if I woke you up. Go back inside, I’ll head back to my apartment.” Jin abruptly turned on his heels to head back to his apartment with his head hung low.

“Idiot,” you muttered under your breath. “Seokjin!” It took you two big steps before you reached him, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him, causing him to stumble back.

“YAH! What if I landed on my butt, would you nurse me back to health for two weeks?” Jin hissed at you but his expression immediately softened when he saw you smiling up at him. “What?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Jin’s eyes widened in shock. He quickly fixed his shirt to regain his composure. “Yes, you’ll go out with me? On a date?”

“Yes, Seokjin. I’ll go out with you… on a date.”

••••••

a/n — FINALLYYYYY!!!!!!

As usual, if you want to be added on the taglist, jusg shoot me an Ask. ALSO we’re almost nearing the end of their story!!! I kinda wanna do a character Q&A! Lmk what you think! or better yet— send in your questions!

[neo-culture-mafia]

[ 13 : 25 ] “I can’t take care of her.” You turned back into the toilet, throwing up all you had in your stomach. “But baby, I have meetings” “and I’m pregnant. Take her with you to the damn meetings!” You shouted at Jaemin who stood in the doorway of the bathroom with your year old daughter in his arms.

“But” “She’s your own daughter. She’s not a spy.” You wiped your mouth messily, “and if taeyong has a problem then send him here and I’ll shove my foot up his a” your dry heaving made you cut your threat short. “Mama?” Nari tried to reach towards you, “mama doesn’t feel that well, bunny.” Jaemin bounced her on his hip as you regained your breath.

“Are you sure you can’t just watch her for an hour?” The comment made your eyes squint and anger bubble in your stomach, “Yeah, Jae. I’m just as sure as you were when you said that you could keep it in your pants after the first kid.” The silence was deafening as Nari played with her fathers necklaces.

Jaemin was the first one to drop the conversation, knowing he would feel too guilty to leave you alone with a child in your condition.

“Nari, want to go see your uncles?” Jaemin bounced as he pinched her little baby stomach. Her giggle lifted the mood as he gave you a caring smile and began shutting the door.

“Jae.” You called and he quickly swung the door open again. “I love you.” You whispered, the pregnancy hormones washing you in a wave of guilt. “I love you too, princess. Don’t even worry about it.” He gave a warm smile and blew you a kiss as you started to empty the contents of your stomach in the porcelain bowl.

~~

“-then the second phase of the mission will come from abo-” jaemin walked into the meeting late, sunglasses pulled down, dark business suit on, bitch face set, and his giggly daughter strapped to his torso.

The meeting room full of elites turned to see their missing companion with his tiny companion strapped to his torso. “Wifey is morning sick. I’m on baby duty.” Jaemin explained and Chenle was already grabbing her from his older friend before he could finish explaining. “That’s alright. Just…sit down.” Mark called Jaemin over so the meeting could continue.

The little girl had been passed around the room in awe and was currently being bounced on the knee of her favorite uncle, “jeje”. They sat playing peek-a-boo as Nari began to get fussy. Jeno tried his best to calm her down but everyone could tell that Taeyong was getting more on edge as the fussiness continued.

Jaemin had a knot forming in his stomach. He can’t just let his daughter cry. He can’t call you to come get her. He needs to be a good husband and father and work this out. Jaemin’s head started to hurt with how hard he was trying to figure out how to solve the current dilemma.

“You don’t have a pacifier or anything?” Taeyong started to snap, “No, as a matter of fact.” Jaemin started to get frusturated as Jeno tried to calm the baby down more.

“It’s okay.” Mark tapped Jaemins arm lightly, knowing he would get side tracked with fighting Taeyong.

“Here. Give her to me.” Jaemin took a deep breath as Jeno got up and walked around the length of the table to hand his best friend his child.

Everyone watched on: some in awe and jealousy and some in pure interest. The fussing only died down a little as Nari sat in the lap of her dad. “Oh what wrong, bunny.” Jaemin bounced her in his lap.

“She’s grinding her teeth.” Donghyuck called from the opposite side of the table, taking notice of Nar’s movements. “She doesn’t have tee- oh.” Jaemin had a lightbulb go off in his head. “She’s teething.” He mumbled and realized that he had nothing she could bite on.

Nari turned into a little monster as she grabbed her father’s hand and began to bite into it. The crying ceased as she began to silently gnaw the pain away.

Everyone just looked on in confusion or comfort as the crying had stopped. “Well. Back to what I was saying.” Taeyong sighed as he turned back to his board. Jaemin could only glare at the older man as his back was turned.

Jaemin then shut out all speech and directions and focused on his mini-me. She watched the laser pointer Chenle brought like a cat, her eyes diligently finding it and biting down harder on Jae’s hand when she regained sight of the green dot.

The rest of the meeting went on peacefully as Nari began to drift to sleep in Jaemin’s lap- the drool from her mouth pooling onto her dad’s lap.

“Goodnight, bunny.”

[blazehedgehog]

Do you think the Sonic franchise would be universally accepted if it were to go into the direction set out by the SatAM cartoon (e.g. roboticization, Robotnik with demonic pitch-black eyes and a robotic arm, Sonic being part of the Freedom Fighter ragtag group) instead of the direction it took from the country of origin (e.g. Eggman being round and wears glasses, having colorful and surreal places)?

Well, let me ask you what you mean by that, because by 1993 Sonic the Hedgehog was a pretty big household name. Kids knew who he was, their parents knew who he was, and just in North America, he had two TV shows and a comic book. He was everywhere. That counts as "universally accepted" right?

And I suppose this is what you mean, right? Sonic was massively popular in the 1990's, when Sega of America changed so much about his identity to suit the region's tastes. And now, Sonic isn't as popular, so are the two data points related?

To me, this just feels like a broader version of "Robotnik was a better name than Eggman, because things were better when they called him Robotnik." And that has always been extremely circumstantial.

To my viewpoint, SatAM was extremely of its time. Cartoons were shifting in a certain direction -- typically the "Saturday Morning Cartoon" was something colorful and funny. There wasn't a lot of serious storytelling going on. It was stuff like Looney Tunes, but also things like G.I. Joe or Transformers, where they were more about action than meaningful plot.

That probably started to change around the time Fox debuted the X-Men cartoon in the 90's. This cartoon took stories from the comic books and (poorly) adapted them in to a Saturday Morning format. It was inscrutable and kids like me found it hard to follow, but my brother, who is 14 years older than me and was probably in his mid-to-late 20's, found it pretty fascinating. It broadened the format a little bit and soon the floodgates broken open.

Spider-man, Batman, Gargoyles, soon Saturday mornings were awash with darker, edgier, more serious cartoons for older kids. Even the Ninja Turtles, who were broken from the Transformers mold of colorful, action-based shows, was reworked to look darker and more serious. And right at the end of that first wave of shows was SatAM. Right place, right time, right vibe.

That... ended. Batman was eventually replaced with Batman & Robin, that was eventually supplanted with Superman Adventures, then the two shows were combined in to Batman & Superman Adventures, and every time it got retooled, the tone got lighter, and lighter, pushing back towards the old action shows of the 80's. Gargoyles went in the opposite direction, retooling itself in to "The Goliath Chronicles," becoming so self-serious it borderlined on a Saturday Morning soap opera. It lasted barely a whole season and most modern continuations of the Gargoyles mythos ignore it entirely. The "Red Sky" Ninja Turtles has more or less been treated the same, with extremely sparse home releases until it eventually landed on streaming a few years ago.

The Sonic comics kept the SatAM cast alive and relevant, yes. But obviously Batman comics stuck around, too. And Spider-man, X-men, and Ninja Turtles. That was the format a lot of these shows were trying to copy to begin with, so it makes sense that SatAM would transition to comics fairly painlessly.

To circle back around to how successful the games are or aren't, it's hard for me to cite this now because I always looked at the TSSZ article for it and now that's gone, but somewhere around 2010 or 2011, the Sonic franchise was actually listed as one of the most profitable entertainment franchises in the world that year, rubbing elbows with the likes of Pokemon and such. This was years after SatAM had fallen out of favor and the comics were starting to hit the skids because their availability was going down (this was a problem in the comics industry as a whole, not just for Sonic).

Meaning that, largely, the success of Sonic at that point was due to the games and 8 year old reruns of Sonic X. And it still landed in this top ten. I'd love to find this article, really I would, but it's impossible to google now thanks to so many other articles praising the Sonic movie for being the highest grossing video game movie of all time, mixed in with articles about how the Sonic fast food chain is dying and what happened to it.

At the very least, Sonic rates to make it on the Wikipedia list of "Highest Grossing Media Franchises." It rates high enough that it beats out Fortnite, Halo, Minecraft, My Little Pony, and Roblox.

Also, to back up a bit, consider: the Sonic movie did really well. And it wasn't Ken Penders' pitch for a SatAM movie, it was something wholly different.

And then consider the outrageous success of Sonic Mania. The most critically acclaimed Sonic game since 1994. Though sales figures aren't super clear, I'd estimate it's also probably the best selling Sonic game in the last decade and a half. There is nary a hint of the Freedom Fighters or "that Robotnik" in that game anywhere.

I love the Freedom Fighters. I love SatAM Robotnik. I'd love for them to come back in an official capacity. I'd love for the Archie comics to officially pick up right where they left off and keep going as if they never missed a beat. It burns me that Archie or Ken Penders or both forever tainted a lot of that stuff so badly that it's become an exclusion zone nobody wants to touch anymore. I've talked at length on this blog about how I think a character like Princess Sally was a perfect foil for Sonic and how they played off of each other extremely well. I want that back. I want Bunnie Rabbot back. I want Antoine back. I want Robotropolis back. And Snively. And Ixis Naugus.

But also, at some point, you have to look at the cold, hard truth: Sonic doesn't need those characters, it doesn't need that universe, and the SatAM version Sonic would not exist at all if it wasn't for the original Japanese Sonic first. SatAM was supplemental material to the main version of the thing people already liked. That's the entire reason something like Sonic Mania could achieve the success it did.

And that's all there really is to it.

[sugaabooga]

A Familiar Hero | 2

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, spiderman!Jungkook, college!au, kinda f2l

Word Count: 4.7k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of stitches, blood/wounds

Synopsis:  With the occasional poor excuse of a girl, your best friend never seems to have time for you anymore. But maybe it’s related to the ever-increasing number of crimes and the reappearing superhero wearing the tacky red and blue suit, flying around the tall skyscrapers of Seoul.

“Y/N?”

Your face contorts in confusion, removing the phone away from your ear and looking at the caller ID which causes your eyes to nearly bulge out your sockets at the name.

“JUNGKOOK!?” you scream in surprise, fumbling with your phone and putting it up against your ear. “Jungkook!”

You hear a laugh on the other end that immediately makes you smile.

“Geez. I’ve never heard you call my name so excitedly,” Jungkook says, a smile obvious in his voice.

Your smile falls off your face, reminding yourself to calm down.

“I wonder why,” you say with an unintentional bite to your tone that makes Jungkook grimace.

After a brief second of silence, you regain a chirpier tone realizing that he might be drowning in guilt.

“I’m so-”

“Anyway, why’d you call?” you ask, unintentionally interrupting Jungkook’s apology.

After a brief pause, he continues. “Well. . . you’re done with classes for today, right?”

Your lips twitches, your mind jumping to conclusions at his simple question. You again remind yourself to not sound too enthusiastic before answering Jungkook.

“Hm. . . yeah, I am,” you try to say with little emotion, terribly failing and sounding way too excited.

You hear a slight laugh from Jungkook before he suppresses it. “Good. Let’s celebrate the end of the day with some food.”

“Pfft,” you laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” you can nearly hear Jungkook’s pout in his voice.

“Because,” you say. “It’s just another normal day. What’s there to celebrate?”

“Celebrate the fact that we’re alive another day,” he responds as if it were the most normal and obvious answer.

“I guess,” you mutter, mindlessly swinging your legs under the library table.

“Whatever,” he scoffs. “Should we go to Benny’s Place for dinner?”

You nod, then hum in response once you realize he couldn’t see you.

“See you at 6,” Jungkook says with a weirdly soft voice and hangs up.

“See you,” you whisper, despite the fact that he wouldn’t hear you.

Six o'clock. You hope he shows up.

\\

“Why’s the food taking so long today?” you sigh with impatience.

To your surprise, Jungkook was the one who actually arrived earlier than you at Bennys. When you saw him scrolling through his phone while sipping on some water, you couldn’t help but grin and yell a greeting as you bust through the door.

“Right?” Jungkook agrees, briefly looking around the restaurant. “But. . . it doesn’t seem like anyone else got their food either.”

You squint your eyes suspiciously at the other people around you who were also impatiently waiting around. A family of four were getting up from their seats, the mom visibly frustrated, the dad indifferent, the younger boy whining and the older one with a deadly look on her face.

Interesting family dynamic, you note.

Over in the middle, there were two pairs of couples. The one by the corner looked quite sad. The woman was sighing, fiddling with her straw as the man in front of her was blatantly smiling down at his lit-up phone.

The other was much younger. They looked like high school students who were just beginning to date. You watch with a smile as they giggle at each other, obviously in their own little world, too infatuated with each other to have awareness of their surroundings.

Jungkook glances up at you as you observe the people sitting around. He can’t help but grin at how you looked as if you were drawing out each and every person’s life story in your brain.

Seeing a glimpse of Jungkook’s bunny teeth, you whip your head around and make startling eye contact with him.

Jungkook sputters out water, not expecting you to turn around so quickly.

You laugh as you reach for the napkin holder and pluck out the cheap, non-absorbant napkins.

“Are you okay?” you ask between laughs, unable to wipe the silly grin off your face.

Jungkook nods, letting out a breathy laugh. “Sorry. Your face scared me.”

You playfully scoff at his teasing smile. “Why? Too beautiful for you?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes despite the blush coming up his cheeks. “It’s blinding.”

You giggle as he plays along.

“Your ugliness,” he finishes with a short laugh.

“Hey!,” you softly shout in a scolding tone, grabbing your straw to flick some water at him.

You stick out your tongue as Jungkook yelps over dramatically.

At that moment, Jungkook’s phone lights up with a text message. You don’t mean to pry as your eyes automatically flit towards the light nearly finishing reading the caller ID, but it’s gone from your view.

Jungkook grabs his phone, almost frantically, shooting you an awkward smile before his eyes scan the text.

You grow slightly nervous at the exceedingly grim expression Jungkook’s smile was turning into.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, unable to hide the disappointment in your tone.

Jungkook winces at your voice, knowing that you knew and were expecting him to bail out. “Uh. . .”

You look at him expectantly as Jungkook gulps and heaves out a sigh.

You let out a laugh in disbelief. “Kook. Just go.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in guilt. “What?”

“Go wherever you go whenever you bail during our hangouts.”

Jungkook face contorts with conflict. “Y/N. I’m-”

“I know you’re sorry,” you say sharply. “I don’t need your apologies anymore. I don’t need any excuses. Whatever’s going on with you, I don’t want to hear it because obviously I’m not worth it to know from the beginning.”

“No. Y/N,” Jungkook desperately tries to meet your eyes. “It’s not like that.”

You bury your head into your hands. “Just go, Jungkook. To Nari or to Tae, I don’t know. Just go.”

After a few moments of silence, you timidly look up, watching Jungkook’s eyes critically scan his phone and sigh with a deep frown.

Feeling your stare, he looks up, eyes immediately softening at the sight of you slightly slumped over in disappointment.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook says with such sincerity that it takes you aback. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just. . . Stay here for like ten minutes?”

Yes. It was fine. He must have a good reason to leave. You recall the brief interaction you had with Spiderman about a week ago. Maybe Jungkook had a really good reason like Spiderman did that he couldn’t tell you.

“Okay,” you nod with a shaky exhale. “I’ll wait.”

Jungkook briefly smiles, feeling a rush of relief at your reply.

“Only ten minutes,” you state firmly, crossing your arms across your chest as Jungkook frantically nods, quickly rushing out the booth and stumbling out the door.

You sigh, ready to depressingly stuff your face with fries (if your order ever got to you), then get an idea.

Why not just follow him out?

Was it an invasion of privacy?

For your own sake, you shake that thought out of your head and decide quite recklessly that you were going to see what the hell Jeon Jungkook was up to for the past few months.

In fear of losing him, you whip out some bills to cover for the labor charge of the waiter getting water for the two of you, swinging your bag over your shoulder. You run out the doors of Benny’s and look around down the sidewalk. You quickly spot Jungkook as he turned a corner down the left sidewalk.

Good thing he hadn’t gone very far, you think with relief as you break into a run after his shadow.

You pant as you start to turn the corner and face a dead end.

Geez. You were completely out of shape.

You look around the short and narrow alleyway that’s blocked by a whole wall of bricks.

“Jungkook?” you call out, confused. There was no way he just disappeared. There was nowhere to go.

Swish.

You whip around at the noise to face the city’s superhero, once again.

Spiderman.

“AH!” you yelp, jolting back at the sudden sight of the contracting eyes on Spiderman’s suit.

“L-Lady,” Spiderman stammers, shocked. “What are you doing here?”

You stutter, trying to compose your figure by briefly combing through your hair and straightening your wrinkled shirt. “I thought. . . I thought I saw my friend running in here.”

You trail off, taking the short time to observe the man in front of you. He seemed to be similar to Jungkook’s height. No, he was Jungkook’s height. He had the same broad, built form, and the way he was standing was quite too similar to the kid you called your best friend.

A loud siren sounds from the distance, making Spiderman’s head whip around in alarm.

“Hey uh,” he states, starting to run out of the alley. “I’ll see you later, but for now, go back into Bennys. It’s not safe on the streets at this time.”

Your foot moves forward on instinct, hand reaching out as if you were about to stop him but as usual, Spiderman swings up into the air, webs shooting out of his suit and taking him off to save another damsel in distress.

Huh. Weird. His voice sounds so similar to Jungkook’s.

There was no way, you gulp, toying with the idea of Jungkook being Spiderman.

How? Why?

If he was Spiderman, that would explain the several times Jungkook had to abruptly leave during a hangout and why he was so tired all the time.

You groan, the complicated thoughts hurting your head and instead make a mental note to have a serious talk about this with either Jungkook or Spiderman.

Whomever you ran into first.

\\

“Hello?” you say in a groggy voice, hand reaching up to your face to rub away the bleariness of your vision.

“Y/N?” a clear, way too bright voice answers.

You remove your phone from your ear and tap it to see the caller ID.

“Jungkook?” you squint. “It’s four am. What’s the matter?”

“I uh. . . Bennys was closed,” he rambles. “When. . . When I went back.”

You sigh, way too tired for this talk. “Don’t worry. I barely waited ten minutes. I forgot I had an essay due anyways.”

You guess it was a half-truth. You did barely wait ten minutes. I mean, you ran after him then ran into Spiderman and decided to just go home on the suspicion that Jungkook was Spiderman which meant that he would most likely not make it in time.

“Oh,” Jungkook responds, slightly relieved. “Well uh. . .It’s pretty late, huh.”

“What’s your point, Jungkook?” you bluntly ask, feeling your eyelids droop. “Why’d you call at 4 in the freaking morning?”

Jungkook hesitates before sighing into the speaker as if he were having an internal crisis. “I have to tell you something.”

Your eyes shoot open from their half-closed state at his words that sound weirdly determined. Was he going to tell you. . . Spiderman?

You push that assumption that was probably not at all true and instead nod. Whatever it was, it must be pretty important for him to call so late/early. Whichever way you saw it.

“Okay,” you say, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart that was going to fail if you didn’t stop thinking that Jungkook was the nation’s viral hero, Spiderman.

Jungkook takes in a breath, leaving you slightly confused before he breathes back out.

“I’m uh. . . actually in front of your apartment building.”

You slight gasp and willingly step out of the comfort of your mattress and fluffy blankets to walk over towards the window that had a street view to the entrance of your complex.

You spot Jungkook right away, taking in the image of him in a tattered white shirt that had an odd black blob on the side and the pair of sweats he always wore.

“I see you,” you state, despite the odd visual appearance. “Should I go down?”

You see Jungkook shake his head as he starts to limp over to the entrance. “No. Is it okay if I go up?”

He’s limping. You gulp, afraid of the pain Jungkook was in and if he really was the superhero.

“Hello?” Jungkook asks, pausing in his steps and taking your silence as an indication that he had overstepped boundaries. “Shoot. Sorry. I should’ve asked before just showing up.”

“No no,” you say, forgetting that he had asked you a question because of his limping form. “Sorry. Still kinda tired. You can come up right now.”

“Okay,” Jungkook states then hangs up the call. You gulp, watching as Jungkook seems to flinch as he gently presses his hand against the blob on his shirt.

Was that blood? Was he hurt?

Alarm bells ring in your head as your legs take off out of your room and out your apartment door and into the hallway.

You anxiously wait at the elevator, hearing it whirr to life, indicating that Jungkook was making his way up to your floor.

The elevator bell dings and the doors slide open to reveal Jungkook leaning against the wall, obviously in pain as he clutches his side and tiredly looks up.

“Y/N?” Jungkook slightly gasps in surprise, not expecting you to be outside waiting for him.

You sigh, a deep frown etched onto your face as you slowly step towards him.

“Why are you. . . bleeding?” you ask, heart literally breaking as you see the physical wounds on his body.

Was he really Spiderman?

“Oh, this,” Jungkook nervously laughs, earning a firm gaze to the side of his face.

You sigh, eyes flickering away from the gash on his cheek and bloodied corner of his lip. You hurriedly move beside him to grasp his arm, mind finally catching up to the current situation of him bleeding out in the public elevator. “Hold on to me. Let’s go in.”

The words in Jungkook’s mouth seem to disappear as you gently take hold of his arm, your warmth spreading to the side of Jungkook’s cold, pained body that makes him unconsciously lean into your touch.

After a moment of struggling to get your front door open, you help Jungkook over to your room, setting him down onto the bed.

“Wait here,” you state and run out of the room to grab a glass of water. You place it haphazardly on your nightstand for Jungkook to drink then head right back out to grab a wet washcloth and the first aid kit.

Once you get inside, you see Jungkook shifting to get more comfortable and a nearly empty glass propped up on the nightstand.

“Lean against the headboard,” you say, crouching down on your knees so you were eye level with his wounds.

You nervously chew on the dead skin of your lips and tentatively reach over to the end of Jungkook’s shirt.

You glance up. “Can I?”

Jungkook nods, breath slightly hitching as you lift up his shirt to reveal a gash running across his side.

“Oh my goodness,” you breath out, dropping the shirt and looking away.

You weren’t very good with blood.

“I hope you’re aware that I have no idea how to take care of wounds,” you inform him, fiddling with the dusty first aid kit that you’ve never opened before.

You see Jungkook nod from the corner of your eye.

“I can do it,” he states in a tiny voice, making you whip around in surprise.

“What?” you yelp.

Jungkook shrugs in response, starting to reach over for the kit before leaning back in pain.

You let out a small noise and quickly move the first aid kit next to him so he can look through it to find whatever he needed.

You reach over again, lifting up Jungkook’s shirt higher and gently press the wet washcloth around the gash to wipe away some blood while he continues to dig in the box.

“Ow ow ow,” Jungkook whines, leaning away from your touch. “Be gentle! You’re putting too much pressure on it!”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up you big baby. This wouldn’t be hurting if you hadn’t gotten this cut in the first place.”

A few beats of silence go by as you finish up cleaning it up a bit and grab a swab and pour some alcohol.

“After this, you can do whatever it is to treat the wound,” you mutter, as you timidly tap against the cut with the swab. “My knowledge is limited to disinfecting with alcohol swab.”

Jungkook’s abs that you’ve never seen before and definitely refuse to oogle at right now, clench at the sting of the disinfectant as he weakly breathes out an okay.

“Are you not going to ask?” he asks, eyes gazing at you curiously as you focus in on the cut.

“Will you able to answer all of my questions?” you sigh, hopelessly.

Jungkook eagerly nods as you glance up at him.

You let out a breathy laugh at his enthusiasm and shake your head.

“Well, first things first,” you state, ignoring the way Jungkook nervously chews his lower lip. “How’d you get hurt?”

Jungkook hesitates as if he were having an internal conflict then sighs. “Do you want the truth?”

You look up at him confused, retracting the cloth and gesture for him to start stitching himself up. “I mean. . . Yes? Why would I be asking if I’m expecting to hear a lie?”

Jungkook busies himself with the spool of thread and needle, looking away from your pointed gaze.

The curiosity eats you up and you decide that you can’t hold it in any longer. “Are you Spiderman?”

Jungkook whips his head over to you, eyes blown wide, not having expected any word of Spiderman to ever be leaving your mouth.

“Uh,” Jungkook’s eyes dart away as he seems to realize that there was no way you were going to believe him if he tried to deny it after limping in bloodied up in your apartment at four in the morning.

“Yeah. . . No point in denying it now,” Jungkook half-heartedly laughs with a sigh.

“That’s for sure,” you sigh, quietly watching as Jungkook grabs the stitching tools to patch himself up. You shudder as he goes through the movements as if they were second nature. How often did he bleed out like this?

“How’d you know?” he asks, trying to distract you from watching him suture the gash. He clamps down his teeth to make sure no sound of any pain leaks out through his lips. If he was alone in his dorm room, he wouldn’t hesitate to hiss, but now that you were right next to him, Jungkook fears to make a sound in case that would be the one trigger point that makes you crack.

You shrug, immersed back in your thoughts by Jungkook’s successful attempt. “How can I not? I mean, I didn’t have a clue in the beginning. But yesterday, you disappeared like every other time and it perfectly lined up with Spiderman’s appearance in the back alley. Then I realized all those times you ditched were followed by another Spiderman spotting at a crime scene. Also, it’s not like your onesie has some kind of voice changer or anything. You should probably consider adding that. What if someone finds out?”

“You found out,” Jungkook states, making you roll your eyes.

“I meant someone like. . . Taehyung,” you say for example. “He would blab it all out to the press.”

Jungkook nods considerably. “I. . . never really thought of that.”

“Wait a minute,” you mutter, recounting the times you’ve interacted with Spiderman. Or - just Jungkook in a red and blue spider suit.

“Hm?” Jungkook hums, patiently waiting for the rusty gears in your brain to turn as he finishes up his stitching.

“You met me as Spiderman a total of three times!? And you still didn’t tell me!?” you ask bewildered.

He lightly chuckles, shaking his head. “I couldn’t.”

You scrunch your nose at his simple response. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook finally snaps the end of the thread, carefully grabbing the damp towel to dab at the now completely stitched wound. “If any of the criminals I fight with find out that someone like you knows my identity, you’ll be in danger.”

“What do you mean ‘someone like me’?”

Jungkook’s hands pause, eyes slightly frantic when they glance over to meet your confused pupils.

“Someone. . . that’s important to me,” he states, trying to contain his emotions from peeking out between his words.

You still, heart slightly beating a bit rapidly.

Oh frick. I’m important to him? ALERT ALERT ALERT. I’M IMPORTANT TO HI-

“What else do you want to know?” Jungkook asks quickly in fear that you would read too much into his words and find out his actual meaning.

You look up in surprise from his sudden interruption of your thoughts and sigh, standing up to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “Well. . . how’d you even become Spiderman?”

Jungkook sighs, slightly frowning. “Yetrim called me.”

“Professor Yetrim’s internship that you did?”

Jungkook nods. “That was when he explained all these superheroes he was creating in other planets and he wanted to start off with me on Earth.”

“And you agreed?” you ask with shock. The idea sounded quite absurd and never would you have expected Jungkook to willingly agree with the proposal.

Jungkook looks at you with a lopsided smile. “He offered money and a place to stay. You know my family.”

You grow quiet at that. Of course Jungkook would do it. He would do anything for his struggling parents and brother who lived back down in his hometown.

“He gave you the suit and all?” you ask, trying to move away from the sensitive topic of his family.

“Yeah,” Jungkook answers. “And some web-shooters.”

“Web shooters?” you repeat with skepticism.

Jungkook slightly smiles at your confused expression and decides to show you. He lifts up his right arm and presses down making a white, slightly moist substance to shoot out from the gadget strapped onto his wrist.

You gasp, head whipping around to the web that was now stuck onto the opposite side of the room.

“A-And you just fly around the whole city using those!?” you ask, pitch rising as you realize how dangerous it was.

Jungkook slightly winces at your tone. “Yes?”

Your posture slumps over as you sigh in defeat. “Jungkook. I’m. . .”

He looks down, focusing his gaze on the wet towel that now lays limp on the nightstand.

You sigh. “Did you know that you were going to be doing this?”

Jungkook’s brows form a crease in thought. “Yes and no. Yes, I knew it was going to involve some type of interaction with the law since it was the superhero type of thing. But no, I didn’t know it would become my everyday life.”

You hesitate, taking in the way your best friend and crush was weakly leaning against your headboard with eyes turned away from you, stitched up and still bloodied up in the face.

“But I can’t stop, Y/N,” Jungkook states firmly. “It’s hard. Both physically and mentally. But there’s so many people who need help and if I have that ability I can’t just leave them and hope that the police will get to them in time.”

You let silence fall in between the two of you and finally decide how to respond.

“Well, I’m here to help you,” you finally say after an inner debate of what you needed Jungkook to hear. Jungkook looks up in slight surprise, not having expected you to offer him support.

Geez, were you that downgrading?

You reach back over to the kit and grab the Neosporin and a Q-Tip. You quickly squeeze some of the medicine out onto the swab and shift closer to Jungkook.

Jungkook holds his breath, head slightly tilting back closer to the wall as you gently grab his chin and lean forward to dab the small cuts on his forehead, cheeks, and lips.

He takes in your tired but focused form: eyes on the verge of being unfocused and droopy, lips slightly pouted in fatigue, the slight grayness of your eye bags, and frizzled hair.

“I would say to not be that whole spiderman thing and take care of yourself, but,” you pause, looking up into Jungkook’s doe eyes that stare back at you with fondness and hope. “People do need you.”

Jungkook slightly grins as you look away slightly flustered and remove your hands from his face.

“Just. . .” you sigh, hands fiddling with the frayed edge of your bed sheet. “Make sure you’re getting enough sleep.”

“Okay,” Jungkook responds with more energy.

“And keep up with your studies.”

“Of course.”

“You can ask me for notes, or others in your class,” you add. “There’s so many people willing to help.”

Jungkook hums, eyes observing the way your brows are furrowed as your thoughts get deeper.

“Get home as quickly as you can after one of your. . . missions or whatever you call it,” you continue, turning to give Jungkook a look. “You’re still human. Be care-”

Jungkook cuts you off with his shoulder blade, muffling the last of your words as his strong arms firmly wrap around your waist in a hug. You hear him sigh, making a shiver run down your spine as he slightly adjusts himself so his chin rests comfortably on your shoulder.

You force the stiffness of your limbs to relax and let your body go nearly limp in his arms, your arms going around Jungkook’s body as well.

This was new.

“Thanks,” Jungkook says, barely over a whisper.

“For. . . For what?” you stammer, hoping that he couldn’t feel your rapidly increasing heartbeat.

Jungkook breathily laughs. “For everything. Thanks for letting me in your apartment and letting me get patched up. Thanks for not being furious with me. Thanks for caring.”

The edge of your lips quirk up into a smile as you pull back from the hug. You find it odd how Jungkook’s arms hesitate, pulling away with reluctance as if he didn’t want to let you go.

You push that idea out of your mind, convincing yourself that you were once again, overanalyzing every single movement.

You poke Jungkook’s cheek, making him pull the face he always pulled whenever you treated him like a kid. “Of course, Kook. What are friends for?”

Jungkook’s expression slightly falls, but before you can ask what’s wrong he hums, reaching up to ruffle your hair messily.

It suddenly triggers a memory of him in the red and blue suit, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear with a flirty laugh.

“You know you’re awfully confident when you’re Spiderman?” you blurt, eyes narrowing as Jungkook smile confusedly.

“Really? How so?”

You shrug. “You’re just flirty I guess.”

Jungkook pauses, a slight smirk gracing his lips that were slowly getting closer to you.

Wait what?

The sheets rustle as Jungkook completely leans forward towards you, making you instinctively lean backward, hands propping up behind yourself to support your leaning body.

“I mean it’s not like I can flirt with you without a mask,” he murmurs bluntly, shocking you by his sudden confession.

“What?”

Jungkook’s eyes slightly widen as if he just processed what he said. He decides to ignore it and instead rushes up onto his feet, only to groan and slightly hunch over in pain.

“Jungkook!” you gasp, scrambling off the bed to tentatively hold onto his arm to help him towards the door, the previous interaction pushed to the back of your mind.

He shakes his head, gently waving you off, trying to get you as far as possible so you don’t see his hot, red cheeks. “I’m okay. Just a sting. I’m gonna crash on the couch if that’s okay.”

“No!” you say in a scolding tone, forcibly dragging him back to your bed. “You’re literally in pain! Sleep here tonight. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to protest but you rush out the room before he can breathe out a word.

You sigh as you head towards the cabinets near the bathroom where you kept the extra sheets and pillow. You throw them out onto the couch and plop down into the cushiness of the fluffy blankets, snuggling into the surprisingly comfy couch.

Shifting, you stare at the warm glow your nightstand that was still on in your bedroom, your mind recalling Jungkook’s words he blurted out just a minute ago.

You shake it off, turning away from the light and shutting your eyes closed, ignoring the hopeful fluttering sensation in your chest.

All you thought about as you drifted off to sleep was how Jungkook was Spiderman.

Your best friend and the man you think you may love was the city’s hero.

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Protect Them: Lollapalooza

Description: Safe with Me Sequel! Hoseok x Reader. Halloween Special! 

Fluff?

Posted: 10/31/2019

Tags: Hybrid!au, hybrid!Hoseok, Safe With Me Sequel

Words: 3,347

A/N: Not Okay. See Rant Post. But I’m posting this. So. Happy Halloween. This was the one that got the most attention. I tried really hard to comply with what was requested. I hope you like it.

“Thanks for helping me get ready, Emma,” You said, looking at her in the mirror.

She just grinned back. “Thank you for taking the triplets. They’re so excited for trick-or-treating, and the sleepover. And Jin and I are excited to actually sleep.”

“It was nice of the Jimin and Ariel to take the twins,” You added.

She nodded. “And Yoongi is staying with them with Eunyeong so if there’s something that Ariel can’t handle, he can. I’ll have an empty nest.”

“Empty of children, but still containing your husband,” You pointed out, checking out the twenties hairstyle she’d managed to give you, pulling together your costume. “And aren’t you and Jin going to dinner?”

“Drive in movie. Yes, we’re very excited. There, I think that should do it. Hold your breath.”

You did, closing your eyes as she applied the hairspray.

“Okay.”

You opened your eyes and examined your hair. “This is great! Thank you.”

“No problem, now seriously, I have a question.” She leaned on the back of the chair.

“Oh?”

“Weren’t you and Hobi going to try for kids right away?”

“Oh. Yeah. We were. Did. Are.”

She looked worried and amused, a strange combination that she pulled off well. “Care to elaborate?”

“Well, my medication for the seizures was making things difficult, so we had to find a different medication, and that was around when I started having all those other health issues earlier this summer, and I’ve just recently gotten back to a somewhat healthy state with the medication I’m on now—just in time for me to be working overtime,” You explained, rolling your eyes. “Not to mention Hobi gets so worried about me when I have a bad day that sometimes he sort of forgets that I want to be with him when I’m having a good day.”

“Well, good luck keeping his hands off of you tonight.”

“Is it really that sexy? I got the bigger size so that it would be long enough to cover the worst part of my scar.” You stood up and checked that it was covering. Didn’t look that sexy to you.

“I was referring more to you looking extra gorgeous tonight. This look suits you. I’ll let you finish your makeup and go make sure the kids are ready for tonight.”

You nodded, leaning closer to the mirror to apply lipstick. She’d done your eye makeup since today was one of your blind days for your left eye.

“Y/n? You almost ready?” Hobi called from downstairs.

“Coming!” You called back, blotting the lipstick and then limping towards the stairs as your muscles twinged, protesting you sitting for as long as you had. You were walking a little more normally by the time your reached the bottom of the stairs, though. “Sorry I took so…what? Is there lipstick on my teeth?”

Hoseok was staring at you, eyes huge, ears alert. A grin broke out on his face. “You look fantastic!”

You smiled. “Oh, thank you.”

“Y/n-unnie! You look so pretty!” Nari chirped as she skipped over. She was dressed as a bunny (it was apparently her third year going as a bunny, but she was very insistent), completed with a bunch of carrots hooked on a belt someone had strapped around her, and another that she kept munching at.

“And you look adorable, little bun-bun!” You replied, scooping her up and rubbing your nose against hers.

She giggled. “Jungkookie is gonna be there too, right?”

“Yes, he’s meeting you at the Sanctuary and going trick-or-treating with us, then he and Tae-tae are going to do other halloween things while you, Monnie, and Min-min go to Hobi’s and Y/n’s for a sleepover,” Emma told her, sounding like she must have said it at least a dozen times.

Hoseok was still looking you up and down.

“Hobi-hyung!” Minsu called loudly. “Can we stay up late?!”

You waited for Hoseok to reply that—no, there was no way they were staying up late. You were even under strict orders to make sure they only had three pieces of candy, despite Hoseok’s desire to let them have four.

But Hoseok was still looking at you, as if in a trance.

“Min-min, we’re all going to be so tired after we go trick-or-treating! Why don’t we decide if we want to stay up when it comes time to it?” You finally answered instead as Minsu looked over at Hoseok in confusion.

Minsu shrugged. “Okay! But we’re not taking Kae’s vote! He’s always sleepy!”

“Where is Monnie?” Emma asked, looking around.

“With appa! He put his costume on wrong,” Nari said, then leaned over toward Hoseok. “Oppa!”

Hoseok’s tail was swishing now and then.

You huffed. “Hoseok!”

He blinked and met your gaze. “Hmm?”

“Head out of the clouds,” You told him, looking purposefully at Nari.

“Oh! Sorry, Nari,” He said quickly, taking her and nuzzling up to her. But he kept glancing at you.

You looked him over then snorted. “Nari, why don’t you go grab your stuffed animal and get Minsu to grab his?”

“Okay!”

Hoseok set her down.

You nudged him. “You need to calm yourself down. We’re taking care of them tonight and you can’t have your head in the bed.” You glanced down meaningfully.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry. You just look so ravishing…I just want to—”

You pushed his face away as it got closer. “You really don’t want to have to take a cold shower right before we go out there. It’s cold. Take a chill pill.”

“But I don’t want to,” He muttered, lips on your neck. “I want you.”

“I want you too, but not right now.”

“I want you to have our kits,” He whispered hotly.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, we’ve established that, and—Hoseok, your mother is literally across the room from us. Please calm down.”

He groaned, finally pulling away.

Emma came over, looking over a list. “Alright, here’s the things you wanted written down about their bedtime routine. It hasn’t changed that much, but Minsu can’t sleep with a nightlight now and Kaemon needs one. Nari doesn’t care either way, in true Nari fashion. Also, they’re at the age where they still want to scent you goodnight, but don’t seem certain that it’s okay, which is ridiculous considering they get scented all day long by whoever happens to be in the house, but it’s probably from school. Apparently there’s a very…precocious little boy running his mouth. Jin and I are meeting with the teacher on Monday. Just one more thing, I think I should mention.”

“Oh?” Hoseok looked surprised.

She gave him a pointed look. “Try not to traumatize my children. They come to your door when you least expect it.”

He nodded slowly. “Yes, ma’am.”

She shook her head, then turned and smiled brightly at Kaemon as he came racing out in a lion costume.

Minsu had the pirate hat on his head now, and Emma quickly got the kids to pose for pictures.

“We should have coordinated,” Hoseok murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder. “Aren’t you going to be cold in that?”

“I’ve got a coat, besides, this is more because I know Emma wants pictures of us,” You told him. “And it’s fun to be something else for a night. Nice to feel different.”

“Different?” he sounded confused. “Different how?”

“I don’t know, I just feel…really pretty in this.”

“You’re gorgeous,” He whispered. “All the time.”

You smiled at him, and gave him a kiss. “Stop standing on my blind side.”

“Sorry,” He laughed out, switching to your right side and kissing that cheek.

“Nice pictures,” Jin called out, laughing at the surprised look Hoseok got.

Emma looked rather pleased. “Alright, last pictures: Kids go stand with y/n and Hobi.”

They hurried over, giving her big grins along with you.

She set aside the camera, then knelt and opened her arms. “Last hugs!”

They rushed to her.

“Now, I know you’ll be the best-behaved little pups in the world for Y/n. Have fun trick-or-treating, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You sighed wistfully, watching the way the kids looked to her and Jin.

Hoseok’s arm went around your shoulders. “We’ll have our own kids soon.”

You nodded.

“Besides, I know for a fact that they tend to go to each other when they have nightmares these days. I bet we could manage to get some time in together. I mean, y/n is pregnant and they haven’t had any babysitters in quite some time,” He whispered.

You looked up at him, then looked back at her. “How can you tell?”

“Her smell. Plus the way Jin’s treating her. He always knows before she does, and he also knows that she wanted to stop after the twins.”

“Does she know?”

“Hard to say.”

“Is it weird to call someone your mom when they actually aren’t that much older than you?” You asked.

“Eh, sometimes. But…she’s really the only mother I’ve ever known. Jungkook started it. To be fair, he was basically Jin’s kid anyway, and so was Jimin. I just…I was so happy that she let me be part of her family even though I came later than the others.” He growled slightly. “You keep changing the subject.”

“You keep letting me—I will remind you one last time that getting caught with a boner by a six-year-old that asks about twenty-million questions a day is probably one of the worst things you can do today because I’ll sleep with the six-year-olds instead of you.”

“You’re fiesty today, I like it,” He said, a chuckle to his voice.

“You’re persistent. Is this really that attractive to you?” You asked. “Because I could take Emma’s offer of the witch costume instead.”

“Please don’t! I like that you feel pretty in this, because you look so gorgeous in it and you look…confident and sexy, and you’re not scared of letting some of your scars show and I’m just so, so proud of you so please don’t take this away,” He murmured pleadingly, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

You stroked your fox’s head. “Are my scars really showing?”

“The smaller ones, yeah, but I’m still really, really proud of you.” He pressed kisses along your bare shoulder. “I want you to feel confident. You’re so sexy when you’re confident.”

“You’re getting worked up again and the kids are ready to go,” You murmured pressing a kiss to his temple. “If you’re really good and the kids are sleeping peacefully, maybe we can try.”

He looked at you with an excited grin and bounced toward the kids. “Let’s go have fun!” He scooped up Nari and Kaemon and bounced out the door with them.

You looked down at Minsu, who looked up at you after looking at the suitcase the three of them were sharing. “I’ll get that, Min. Why don’t you run out and hop in the car?”

He nodded, grabbing three stuffed animals that had also been abandoned. “Monnie! Nari! Your stuffies!” He ran out the door.

“They grow up too fast,” Emma murmured.

You nodded sympathetically, flashing Jin a knowing smile before heading outside.

“I didn’t forget you, Min-min!” Hoseok said cheerfully, nuzzling up to the boy. “And there’s no possible way for me to forget Y/n!”

“You were gonna leave without us,” Minsu pouted, but you could tell it was his playful pout.

“What do you mean I’m pregnant?!” Emma’s voice carried out of the house.

“What’s wrong with mommy?” Minsu asked, looking bewildered at her incredulous tone.

“Uhhh….”

Hoseok cleared his throat. “I don’t know. Let’s let dad take care of her.” He quickly plopped Minsu into the car, making sure all three were buckled up before both of you hopped into the front seat, sharing looks a amused fear.

The rest of the evening was spent watching Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon run the triplets until Kaemon was actively hugging onto you to prevent the older ones from sweeping him away into their activities. You didn’t mind Kae hugging onto you, though, since you knew he was one of the best sleepers. Nari was the one who usually had nightmares these days.

Kae really didn’t like trick-or-treating though, and while you were surprised, the others weren’t. Even those living in the Sanctuary seemed to know that Nari and Minsu would be trick-or-treating for their shy brother.

“No Ava tonight?” You asked Namjoon while he stood back with you at one of the houses, looking pretty tired.

“She’s not feeling well.” He took Kae since you were starting to struggle.

Six year olds aren’t nearly as light as five year olds, especially since you were pretty sure Kaemon and Minsu had each grown another two inches since the spring. They were skinny as rails, but they had definitely grown.

Nari hadn’t grown as much.

“Hoseok is looking at you a lot,” Namjoon teased.

“He’s incorrigible.”

“You’re smiling.”

“Don’t tell him. He’s very excitable today.”

“When was the last time you two…?”

You checked that Kaemon was actually asleep. “Two months?”

His eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Yeah, and I think it’s actually been longer.”

“And so, obviously, he gets in the mood to do it the one night you guys have other people in the house.”

“Obviously,” You huffed, shaking your head. “If I’d know that dressing like this was all it took for him to remember that we should have a love life, I would have done it long before now.”

Namjoon laughed quietly.

Hoseok came running over, arms wrapping around you with his ears back and tail wiggling back and forth in excitement. “Hi.”

You giggled softly, reaching up and petting his head, which made him cuddle up to you more and his tail wag even more. “Silly fox.”

“Want to take you home,” He muttered, giving your neck a lick.

“Are the kids done trick-or-treating?”

“Please?” Nari said, looking exhausted from Jungkook’s arms. “I’m hungry.”

Minsu nodded, but he was still hopping with every step he took.

“Alright, let’s get back to the car and you can say goodbye to Jungkook and Namjoon, then we’ll go pick up dinner and head to the house.” You gently pushed Hoseok away, pecking his nose so that he knew you weren’t just rejecting him.

He quickly tucked back in, kissing your neck briefly before whispering. “I think that dress would look good while you ride—”

You shoved him that time. “Walk. Car. You. Maybe take of that coat, you seem a little overheated.”

He laughed, but managed to cheer up Nari and Minsu into racing him to the car, with Taehyung and Jungkook following after to make sure none of them were lost.

You shook your head, glancing at Namjoon, who was extremely amused. “Can I blame Emma and Jin?”

“Sounds good to me,” He replied, walking back to the car with you.

Hoseok had somehow re-energized the two kids with him. “Alright, now we gotta say goodbye to Jungkookie, Taehyungie, and Namjoonie.”

Nari’s smile immediately melted into a tearful face and she latched onto Jungkook’s leg. “Nooooo!”

Jungkook quickly dropped to hug her and pepper her face with kisses.

“Can’t they come with us? Please?” Minsu asked, puppy pout on full display.

Taehyung pressed his hands to his heart with a sympathetic sound.

“They can’t, Min-min. They have other plans,” Hoseok said gently, crouching beside the boy and carefully stroking the boy’s head. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to arrange a sleepover with you guys some other time.”

“Yeah! I’ll talk to Eomma!” Jungkook said bright.

Taehyung was nodding as well, hugging Minsu—who had run into his arms the moment he had crouched and opened them for the pup.

You met the gaze of your man, going closer to him. “I think you might have exhausted them too much.”

He pouted a little.

“Now we have hangry babies, we better feed them quick.”

“I’m gonna be hangry for you,” He muttered, still pouting.

You kissed his lips, then pointed toward Kaemon. “Get the sleepy one first. I’ll get Minsu.”

He nodded, taking the child from Namjoon, nuzzling Kae as the boy emitted a soft whine of displeasure at being detached from the heat source.

You crouched next to Taehyung and Minsu, rubbing the little boy’s back. “Min-min, you’ll probably see them tomorrow.”

“I want them to play tonight,” Minsu whined.

You kissed his forehead. “I know, Min, but they can’t. We’re gonna go get food, though. Hamburgers and french fries.”

He shifted. “No ‘maters.”

“Okay, we’ll make sure there are no tomatoes on your burger,” You told him gently.

He sighed and looked up at Tae.

“Yoongi-hyung, Eunyeong and I are moving closer really soon, and she’s right, I’ll see you tomorrow and we can play then,” He reassured the little one, then glanced at you. “Hey, do you want me and Kook to pick the kids up?”

“Oh, I don’t—”

“We’ll bring pizza and have lunch with you all, and then you and hobi would have the house all to yourselves.”

You glanced over at your boyfriend who was cooing lovingly at Nari as he buckled her in, the little girl crying because she was tired and wanted her “bunny-oppa”.

Jungkook was looking like he might start crying.

“Joonie?” Kaemon’s voice came out scared. “Namjoonie-hyung?!”

Namjoon hurried to the boy, hearing the distress in his voice.

You nodded. “Yeah, it might be a long night.”

As everything continued to descend into chaos, you met Hoseok’s gaze.

Jungkook tugged on your sleeve, holding Nari again. “Me and Tae can change our plans.”

You nodded. “I think you might need to. Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, the kids are more important.”

Namjoon managed to shift Kaemon over to clinging to Hoseok, gently telling the other two that he had to go and that he loved them, scenting them, and then walking away looking pained. He would definitely be checking in via phone later.

“We walked here from Jiminies, so we can ride in the back seat, if that’s okay?”

You nodded. “Alright, everyone in. Taehyung and Jungkook are coming to sleepover too.”

Hoseok looked disappointed but resigned to his fate.

It was utter chaos until all five children were tucked into the huge pile of pillows and blankets on the floor in your living room and you and Hoseok finally collapsed in your own bed.

“You knew we’d be too tired, didn’t you?” He groaned softly.

“There was a seventy-five percent chance.”

“How’s your leg?”

“Sore. We’re on the wrong sides.”

“Oh, we are. Okay. I can fix this.” He pushed himself up and crawled over to you pulling you farther over onto the bed. He then got mostly on your other side and flopped, draped over you almost completely. “Glad you suggested everyone put their pajamas on. I don’t think I could take another minute to change.”

You shifted so you could kiss him goodnight. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night, baby. And you’ll make up the last two months to me tomorrow night as well.”

“Two months?” He propped himself up a bit as he thought, then his eyes widened. “Oh man.”

“You’ve been neglecting me, Seok-seok,” You whispered, pecking his lips again.

He made a sound in his throat that you adored, always made you warm and fuzzy. “I think I know how to fix that.”

“Tomorrow?”

He nodded, going limp on top of you again. “Tomorrow.”

“I’ll wear the shorter dress that I bought on first,” You promised.

“You are very good to me,” He whispered. “Did you take your medicine.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. As much as I love the triplets, lets try to get everyone out by one. Then we’ll have two whole days to do as we please and you might be sore on Monday.”

“Sounds like a treat.”

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hi all !! this is an introduction to my freshest muse and newest baby yeo eunchan otherwise and more commonly known as ‘chan’, he’s a sweetheart but of course because its me and i can’t resist giving my muses slight torture, he’s a tormented sweetheart. if you look at his pinterest here you’ll get an idea of his style better since that’s pretty essential to him as a muse in this case hshd. below the cut you can find out a bit more about him and if you hit the like, i’ll be sure to throw him at you for plots !! lets get into it: 

BACKSTORY: 

chan’s childhood wasn’t particularly dark or strained. he is by far the least tragic out of all my muses. but for me, that’s still pretty tragic by mosts standards. growing up he always had a very supportive father in regard to his homosexuality and androgynous qualities. he grew up in a happy home and despite not being rich he was very fortunate to have rich opportunities come his way. to be fair he’s pretty easily pleased but most of his experiences thus far have been plentiful

perhaps that is why his luck has to run out somewhere down the line, in the worst way it possibly could. his mother passed when he was young due to cancer. it was a grave and difficult time for his father as well as the rest of the family. his father crumbled eventually, in the hospital with health issues now that are so severe he’s due to pass any day and is basically in a vegetative state already. chan was left to raise his five year old sister nari and take on the responsibility. 

for this reason, he could be considered a struggling single father as he’s pushing his own dreams and goals aside to accomodate for nari and make sure she has the best upbringing which is comfortable for her, where she can see chan as a father figure as well as an older brother now, who can be relied upon and responsible. balancing the line and the roles between brother and father isn’t always easy though when the lines are constantly blurred. he has sacrificed most of himself and his youth to keep nari happy and healthy and mostly untouched by the death of their parents. 

this hasn’t been easy though, it’s left chan isolated and with no one to speak to but the five year old girl a lot of his feelings get locked in a box and left unexplored, he cannot have a moment of hesitation or weakness because then that will affect nari. his mourning process and grieving has been put on a backline, and he only really allows himself to break down in quiet moments without nari. such as when walking through the forest to be with nature, visiting their graves or on the edge of his bed having a good cry when nari is fast asleep due to the feeling of living in the empty space where his parents used to fill it all up. 

PERSONALITY: 

chan is a makeup artist, he does it professionally for models and artists all throughout the industry but he also does it for fun, becoming pretty popular as a person who gives tutorials on youtube and instagram as an ‘influencer’ but he really hates that label and prefers to simply think of himself as an artist. he also does the bit of fashion blogging and photography on the side. 

he considers himself an adventurer and for that reason he also travels a lot, usually while he is there he’ll study as he does photography for a course as well as a part time student and his main interest is in ancient architecture and art. most of the time he’ll roadtrip in his styled up vintage pick up but occasionally its flights to more beachy area’s, his two favorite places are greece and italy and he spends most of his time in those places if he can.

chan has a very vintage sense of style and he enjoys doing most things the traditional and old school way. although he does add a modern mindset to a lot of it. aesthetically style wise envision chan as fingers full of plenty of rings, ankle bracelets and arm cuffs with loose puffy sleeved shirts and ripped up mom jeans or high waisted ones. he cycles mostly everywhere on his vintage style bike. 

very much a gentle soul, little bit of a nerd and activist in the sense he wants to save the earth. he can be really intense about learning about nature and how to preserve it. he has always felt the most in touch with the natural world compared to the hum and chaos of the modern world and city life. he’s no saint of course and he’s still a sucker for coffee but other than that he likes to think he does his best. 

paints and draws very amazingly likewise, he prefers to draw flowers and people the most but he’ll work with whatever he’s got on hand. usually you can only catch him whipping out a sketchbook if he’s feeling stressed or overwhelmed as a form of escapism and quiet time. 

he is a little bit of a quixotic type so sue him, like one of the ���have you ever fallen in love’ 'five times a day’ types but it’s not obsessive, it’s more of an admiration he considers all people beautiful and worthy of love in their own way and would state most of them are art to him. you could be the worst person and he’d be all ’ you dont have all the facts’ 'which are?’ 'i love them’.

although he doesn’t identify as genderfluid, he has a very genderfluid and androgynous sense of fashion and often wears clothing and makeup typically labelled as being more feminine. he likes a soft and classy look that usually consists of a good lip tint or ultra glossy lip and a natural but glittery smokey eye look. think kinda like the instagram influencer ivanbaaaaah for reference. 

MISC: 

growing up chan struggled with religion a lot, he and his family are very religious but his sexuality caused some issues. his father had always been supportive but his mother was a different story, unfortunately his memories with her aren’t the fondest. though he has a very dark history with religion, he loves to be in churches that are empty or abandoned for moments of reflection. often he wonders if he doesn’t even have god as the one consistent and reliable thing in his life, then what the hell does he have. he feels even now sometimes that he’s letting god and his mother down for the way he is but there is less shame now than what he suffered when younger. 

everything in his life basically revolves around nari, she goes most places with him and any task he’ll find a way to make fun for her, he doesn’t spoil her but he also doesn’t ever leave her to go without even if that is at his expense to do so. they love to bake together and he does that pretty often. 

has a part time job as a barista on night shifts and also in a patisserie. he works from home on his influencer content again to accommodate for nari and he also takes his course in photography and media online to best suit nari so he doesn’t have to leave her with a babysitter too often as he believes that’s no childhood and him just being lazy in his duty towards her as her parental figure at this pivotal time in her life. 

he’s putting off most of his dreams and aspirations right now for until nari is older, he could’ve been much more famous as an influencer but he chose not to be and put those opportunities to broaden his career on hold for a while because having a famous sibling in her life wasn’t the kind of overwhelming attention and pressure nari needed to be surrounded with right now. 

he honestly just wants to make sure nari grows up feeling safe, comfortable and happy as well as confident in herself and chan. she’s his primary responsibility and he considers himself her closest bet to a father now so he wants her to feel she has that bond with him as well as the bond of him being her brother. 

PLOT BUNNIES: 

a babysitter plot would be great, someone who he can rely on and uses often to leave nari with when he has no other choice and particularly on nights when he has to work. ideally it would be someone nari felt very close to and idolized so he knew they had an amazing relationship and she’d be happy and relaxed when he was gone. he’s very over protective of her so he’d also have to feel pretty close to the person. it could go any way really, it could be a pining thing, a best friend thing, whatever honestly. 

this boy definitely needs a confidant so throw that at me any day. 

friends who can help him reconnect with religion and spirituality in different ways so he knows there’s always a way for him to feel tied to god somehow and a god who loves him and best suits his needs somewhere even if it isn’t necessarily in the religion he grew up with. 

work buddies at the cafe he works in or patisserie would be amazing too. 

maybe a tutor/study buddy kinda person he met online through doing his course of media and photography to make sure he was making up for the classes he was missing out on by not being able to attend day lectures in college. 

just people with the similar hobby of photography would also be awesome or models even that he can do a couple of freelance jobs for on the side when they need him. 

muses for him to draw they’d be very special people indeed bc chan will rarely whip his sketchbook out in front of anyone let alone ask to draw them. 

more single parent muses would also be awesome eventually or older siblings who kind of take on that role half the time so have some idea of what its like who he could meet through taking nari to things like nursery, etc. 

neighbor bc who doesn’t love a good single dad and his neighbor plot  who’s all like woah that guy is super young and he has a kid but im also sure there’s no woman on the scene and wow they’re noisy and its kinda infuriating but its also cute as hell cause he’s a hella good dad and in the mornings i can hear them baking and doing food fights or playing together and i often see them messing about coming back from grocery shopping etc and actually its kinda touching?? 

gay pals cause we love gay pals as well as ur everyday pals we love a platonic bond between fellow gays. 

love interests of any kind rlly, pining situations, crushing, flings, ex’s ( they’d have had to have ended on good terms tho bc chan just can’t hate anyone ), first times e.g. sexually, boyfriend, kiss u get the idea 

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The Perfect Moment

A quick warning:  There are depictions of injuries, wounds, bruises. I also make mention to my Inquisitor’s backstory which includes slavery, but it’s not explicit. 

Anyways, a summary for this:  The Inquisitor is back after 2 months away, and Cullen has been considering proposing. Unfortunately for him, Jim fucks it all up. Again. It’s fluff, pure fluff. Fluffier than a bunny’s ass on Easter. 

This piece now has a short little sequel-ette (Cullen’s journal about asking her.) It was sent as an ask to my main tumblr, then I misunderstood what I was writing and ended up writing a piece for this story’s main story (Faded to be Together) that won’t be there for like. A longass time yet. But the actual diary piece won’t be included in the official story at all, I don’t think. So. Here. 

XXX

She’s in the bath. He can hear the gentle sloshing of the water as she adjusts herself, smells the gentility of the fragrances imbued in the soaps throughout the room. He pauses at the foot of the stairs, papers held between atypically gloved hands, and stuffs them back in his pouch. It is rare that they get to spend time alone together without the looming evidence of their positions, just as a man and woman in love. The proposal is always on his mind, a thousand fanciful plans involving romantic dinners, maybe a dance, maybe beside the lake where they’d once shared pieces of themselves, surrounded by her friends or alone, under the stars or upon a hill at dusk. Would it be tonight? He shook his head and smiled to himself. No, not yet.

He was about to address himself, maybe with a clearing of the throat or a soft, “My dear,” but instead thought against it. A gentle surprise, then. She had been away for nearly two months, travelling once again to the Western Approach to investigate rumors of breaches. Two months with nary more than a handful of letters—not that he considered her thoughtless or cruel. Quite the contrary, every letter sent was in fact several pages long, one even as long as 25 pages back to back, every inch filled with her words of love and longing for him, with tales of their adventures. He had hoped they might be allowed to spend more time together before she had been dragged into a meeting with Leliana, but as it was she was only allowed enough time to fling her arms around him and kiss him fervently—in front of his men, which had caused an uproarious chorus of “aww”s and whistling. He couldn’t be mad, though, as he’d kissed her back with just as much passion and fervor, held her so tightly he worried her tiny Elven body might actually snap in half in his arms.

But here they were. Finally alone, and finally at peace. He walked up the stairs to her quarters—their quarters, a change he’d once worried might have caused a stir in the ranks but which only seemed natural to everyone around them. A fire crackled in the fireplace, it’s gentle glow casting across the room, giving it a warmth that had been as absent as she. Her staff stood proudly against the wall behind the desk, her traveling cloak folded neatly over the back of the chair, boots sat lovingly against the wall. He smiled to himself, their battles over his excessive tidiness returning to his mind, this small gesture of cleanliness all the reassurance he needed that he was on her mind.

The tub sat near the flames, steam rising lazily off of it, her curled chestnut hair sitting over the side several inches longer than he remembered, a pointed ear decorated with nearly a dozen rings poking out amongst the spirals, one arm draped over the side of the tub closest to the fire. He set his things down on the couch near the staircase and crossed the room to her, steps muffled by the large rug. What was he going to do once he got there? Would he join her? Pull her from the water and ravish her? Sit beside her and listen to her lilting voice as she told him about her time away? He smiled to himself. Anything would suffice, so long as it was with her.

As he drew nearer the tub, he paused, the smile sliding off his face. When she’d come to see him earlier, she’d been fully dressed, all evidence of those two months hidden from him. He could see them now, however. She sat in the tub, her head against her shoulder, eyes  shut. Her face had been unchanged, that much he knew. Still scarred from her difficult life, vallaslin dancing across her cheeks like tree branches, lips still full. The only new thing had been a scar down a cheekbone, something he’d seen as they were parting ways that day, and that one small injury had been enough to boil his blood. But this?

She was thinner. That was to be expected, as nutritious food is difficult to find that far west. He’d anticipated it, had been prepared for it, and he’d felt it in their embrace. But the scars, the bruises. She’d had some from before—from her time in the Denerim alienage climbing the tree and getting into alleyway scraps, more than a handful from her brief time held as a slave by a Hightown nobleman, some from her time in the Kirkwall Gallows (one which he ruefully remembered turning a blind eye to as Knight Captain,) some from her time with Marethari’s clan then finally with Clan Lavellan. She’d told him stories of most of her more dramatic scars one night, as they lay together in bed, his chin resting on her bare stomach, his arms around her waist. She’d gathered a few more within her time as Inquisitor, as is obviously expected, but now posted along her skin like canon-wounds on a battle field stood shockingly dark bruises, some on the verge of healing. There were several stitched cuts along her leg, a barely-healed gash along her arm, frighteningly dark bruises along her ribs.

Tears prickled in his eyes as he took in the sight of her, this woman who had so easily captured his heart. Part of him panged with guilt as he recalled how tightly he’d held her earlier, though she had given no protestation.

He must have released a heavy breath because her ear twitched, and she bolted upright, covering herself, the Fade around them tensing with unbidden magic. She relaxed as quickly as she reacted, her expression softening as she realized who it was. She smiled brightly in such a way that caused his heart to ache, and she put her hand on the side of the tub. “Cullen.” His name comes from her lips like it has a thousand times before—welcoming, breezy, filled with warmth and familiarity. There must be something in his expression, because worry fills hers, and she rises from the tub with ease, an arm lazily across her chest in an attempt at needless modesty. She is reaching for a towel sat upon a chair near the fire, but before she can grab it, his arms are around her. One hand is pressing her head into his shoulder, his face buried in her hair, not caring that his tunic is getting wet. She squeaks with surprise but is quick to relax into his surprisingly gentle embrace. A soft laugh is evident in her voice. “I missed you, too,” she whispers.

He wanted to hold her tight, to crush her into him, but the fear of hurting her was too much. Instead, he pulled back, a hand going to gingerly cup her cheek, urging her to look up at him. He looked into her eyes, the same eyes he’d stared into for hours on hand, so gently warm and sweet like honey. They looked back at him with such emotion, such love. He looked down at her naked body, and another pang of guilt flashed across him. He bit the inside of his lip before looking back into her face. “You are injured.”

Realization hit her after a moment, and she rolled her eyes, a breathtaking grin stretching across her face. She waved her hand, stepping out of his arms to grab her towel and wrap it around her body. “It’s nothing. It looks much worse than it really is.”

Cullen frowned, watching her as she crossed the room to her dresser and begin rooting around for clothes. He couldn’t help but notice the small splotch of blood upon his shirt where her stitches had touched him. “How can you…” He sighed, shaking his head. He crossed over to her and dug in his own drawer before producing a tunic for her, one of her favorites owing to its large size. She watched him struggle for words as she slipped into it, sliding a pair of smallclothes up her legs after a moment. Finally, he sighed and took her hands in his, dragging her to the bed where he sat down. She stood before him a moment, eyes catching the light, setting them strangely aglow as she observed him. Cullen is a learned man, educated in many things, but verbosity is not his strong suit, a fact she was acutely aware of. She had learned quite early on to be patient with him, to allow him time to formulate his thoughts. Finally, after a long moment, he just hung his head, pressing his lips to the backs of her hands. “It worries me when you are so far away from me. You must promise me to endeavor to be more careful. I don’t know what I would do if…”

She shushed him, her hands moving to cup his cheeks, his own hands gently cupping her wrists. “Cullen, you mustn’t think like that.” She moved so she was straddling his hips, her weight and warmth surprising given her small stature. “I’m not going anywhere.” Another brilliant smile flashed in front of his eyes as she brushed a curl from his face. “You’d be positively lost without me.”

He snorted, arms moving to slip gently around her waist. “Who said anything about me? I’m only thinking of the good of Thedas.”

She laughed then, a surprisingly deep-bellied laugh given the weakness of his joke, but the sound was music to his ears even still. It filled the large room and washed across his body as comfortingly as the sound of the waves against the docks at Lake Calenhad. As the laughter settled in her, she ran a hand through his hair, her head tilted as she appreciated him, the smile softened on her features. After a long moment, she leaned down into him, her forehead pressed against his, eyes drifting shut as they shared their breath, their warmth. Painfully slowly, their lips finally found each other, the kiss sensual and unhurried despite the two months of anticipation.

This could be the perfect moment, he thought to himself. The ring was sitting in his drawer in the desk, hidden in the bottom between some old training reports. What words would he choose? “Marry me” seemed too rushed, too impetuous. Could he give a speech? Would she allow him the time to get the speech out? Would she even say yes? His inclination was to think that yes, she would. She’d given him no reason to doubt that her feelings for him were genuine, but perhaps…? No. That’s stupid. The woman in his arms is many things, but cruel is not one of them. She would never toy with anyone in such a manner, no matter what they may have done to her in the past.

A pang of guilt shot across him again as he thought back to those days. Part of him still couldn’t believe he’d been too hopped up on lyrium to truly notice her, to remember her again all these years later. True, she’d not had vallaslin in those days, and her hair had been kept different and dyed to black. But her laugh. It was a sound he was sure could pull him from the brink of death.

Bitterly he realized that nobody laughed in those days. Not in the Gallows. Not like that.

“Cullen?” His name was a whisper on her lips, the warmth of her hand pressed into his cheek again.

“Mm?” He blinked, suddenly back in the moment, back in their quarters, in their bed. Her expression was one of concern as she brushed her thumb across his skin, but he smiled gently at her, shaking his head. “I was just wandering.”

She scoffed, leaning back on his knees, arms folding across her chest. “Oh, I see how it is. Well in that case, I’ll—” she made a move to get off him, but shrieked as he suddenly lifted her up and tossed her back onto the bed. “Cease! Fiend! I require assistance!” she called lightheartedly, laughter rolling off of her as she playfully tried to scramble away from him.

He was laughing, too. He’d almost forgotten the feeling, the way his gut hardened and ached with the exertion. When she was gone, laughter like this was rare for him, though their friends did their best. The Iron Bull in particular was quite good at almost getting him to lose himself like this (no, not like this, per se, but like the weight of the world was no longer an issue,) though nothing compared to the way she eased him out of his shell.

Their laughter died down after Cullen crawled over her, the two of them panting softly, smiling gently at one another. She was a vision, her curls splayed about her head in a sort of halo, the darkness of it complimenting the tanness of her skin in such a way that she almost looked as though a wooden carving, flawless and beautiful, the scars upon her face no more than the passage of time. Her glowing  eyes looked up at him through thick lashes, a hand moving to slip beneath his tunic and caress the hair on his chest, her touch like electricity upon his skin.

No. This is the perfect moment. He smiled down at her then leaned down to catch her in a kiss, this one much deeper than the one before. It was an attempt to wordlessly convey the absolutely ineffable depth of his love for her, even though he knew such a feat could never be possible. Part of him hopes she understood that. The hand in his shirt grew more insistent, moving to urge him to push the shirt off, their breath quickening. Perhaps the moment can wait. He barely leaned up to pull the tunic off, the only time their lips parted was to allow the offending material to be ripped from his head where it was cast aside.

And a yelp from across the room drew their attention.

The heaviness of the fade was back, the electricity in the room at her command as the two of them turned to the intruder.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Cullen was filled with rage so strong he was surprised he didn’t burst into flame himself. “Jim. Get. Out.”

The squire stood there, gaping, stammering to find words, Cullen’s tunic in his hands, eyes flickering from the Inquisitor to Cullen to the ceiling to the floor.

Cullen threw himself off of the bed and rounded on Jim so fast the poor man barely had time to register the impending danger. He yelped again, throwing Cullen’s tunic to the floor as he turned tail and threw himself down the stairs, shouting apologies over his shoulder. Cullen slammed and barred the door behind him, fists clenched against the wood, breath ragged as he struggled to calm himself back down.

And then he heard her laughter, coming in bursting, erratic shrieks and gasps. Incredulously, Cullen poked his head up over the bannister as he made his way back into the room. “I fail to see what is so…”

She was practically rolling, doubled over, clutching her stomach as she fought to breathe. Tears were rolling down her cheeks with the force of her laughter, and upon seeing his shocked expression she shrieked again and laughed even harder, cheeks darkening with the effort.

Cullen stood there a moment longer before he, too, began laughing. He walked over to the edge of the bed and plopped down so their heads were at the same level. They laid like that for a long time, just waiting until the other settled down. At some point, they joined hands, and she pulled his into her chest, eyes drifting shut as she smiled. It didn’t take her long until she had fallen asleep, her breath becoming gentle and even. Cullen lay with her for a while, basking in her presence, a soft smile upon his face. After an hour or so had passed, he slipped out of her hold and crossed over to the desk. As quietly as he could, he dipped his hand into his drawer and pulled the ring out. Turning it about in his hands, he took in the delicate pearl that sat neatly upon the silver band, the softness of the jewel reminiscent of the warmth of her eyes. He looked over to her sleeping form, now stretched out, an arm to her side as though searching for him. He smiled to himself and leaned back in the chair, tucking the ring back into the desk.

There will be no perfect moment. Every moment with her is already as amazing as it could be. I’ll know when it’s time.

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I do requests for art, if I am in the mood for it.

*oldest first*

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winking version of the Zen art

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CLASS OVERVIEW: NATURE SPIRITS

An in-depth look at nature spirits and the roles they play in Zodii culture.

Related: Anti-Fairy Class Overview || Cloudland Belief Systems

Click HERE for my Fairly OddParents worldbuilding masterpost

WHAT IS A NATURE SPIRIT?

Elemental deities with god-level abilities

Neither omnipotent nor omniscient; sight is limited to what their manifestations can see

Tend to be chaotic, childish, and needy; “all-powerful teenagers” is a good way to think of most of them

Manifest differently to all who see them (gender included)

Average lifespan: Immortal; will reincarnate if “killed” as long as they have a temple to regenerate in; no temple means death if killed

TAXONOMY

Kingdom: Fantastica

Phylum: Svartálfar

Class: Gylff

Order: Ichoria

Family: Ardae

Genus: Pansapia

Species: Pansapia regiis

TIERS

Wise Ancients: Major deities. They represent abstract concepts.

Examples: Mother Nature (Space), Father Time (Time), Tarrow (Reality), The Hocus Poconos (Unreality), The Grim Reaper (Death), The Cycling Hen (Life), Prince Morn (Light), Princess Eve (Dark)

Spirit Bears: Also considered Ancients. Personifications of the land who always take bear forms and can only reproduce with other spirit bears. 

Examples: Tír Ildáthach (Fairy World), Hy-Brasil (Anti-Fairy World), Sprigganhame (Pixie World), Solis Infinitum (Anti-Pixie World), Avalon (Fairy Refract World)

Demigods: Children of the Ancients. They represent aspects of nature. The zodiac spirits are classified as demigods. This tier is not to be confused with general demigods who result from nature spirit x mortal pairings; the offspring of spirits and mortals are known as luz mala, not demigods.

Examples: Dayfry (Love), Saturn (Fire), Sunnie (Water), Munn (Sky), Twis (Soil), Winni (Breath), Thurmondo (Leaves)

Minor Spirits: The children of the demigods. Some may have the same masteries as demigods, but if they aren’t born of the Ancients, they aren’t called demigods. Powers become watered down through the generations.

Examples: Beira (Snow), Manannán (Coastlines), April (Oxygen), February (Dew)

Local Spirits: The children of minor spirits or other local spirits. They’re rather flimsy and don’t normally last long. They have a few elemental powers, but these powers are weak. They rarely stray from their “source.”

Examples: Spirits that embody individual rivers, ponds, and trees.

BASICS

Manifested Form: The single manifestation that embodies the soul, brain, and mouthpiece of a nature spirit (Ex: The Grim Reaper embodies Death). The manifested form can wander the mortal world even while the true form remains in the divine world. In the Riddleverse, the blue-haired judge who waved to Juandissimo during the diving competition in “The Fairly Oddlympics” is Sunnie’s manifested form.

Projected Form: The way a mortal interprets a nature spirit. A nature spirit has no control over the way someone interprets them. Nature spirits are sexless and genderless, but will present however you interpret them. The nature spirit May is often interpreted as the Easter Bunny, and April is interpreted as the April Fool. If you don’t know you’re looking at a nature spirit, they’ll simply look like an average member of a race you expect to see in that general area, although they may have a tell that distinguishes them, such as colored hair or a symbol found on their clothes.

True Form: The form a nature spirit was born into. It’s taboo to discuss or make monuments in the shape of a nature spirit’s true form. Immortals can’t see projected forms and only see each other’s true forms. The true forms of nature spirits exist in a parallel world known as Plane 23 (Tír Na NÓg). It’s extremely, extremely rare for a nature spirit to visit the mortal world in their true form; in “Wishology” the Darkness visited Earth in his true form (Those who did not beleive in the Fae zodiac saw what seemed to be a black hole while those who did believe saw a projected form of the Darkness- probably a humanoid).

HISTORY

In the beginning, space and time existed. From their union, reality was created, and where it wasn’t created, Unreality came into being. Reality gathered the sentience to take on solid, sentient form, and taught Space and Time how to take shape. They came into being as Mother Nature and Father Time. Gradually, other aspects of the universe followed suit.

There was very little in the primordial world but time and space. At one point, Reality crossed paths with Unreality and conceived a child. This child embodied the concept of Love and was named Dayfry. As time went on, Reality produced six more children: Saturn, Sunnie, Munn, Twis, Winni, and Thurmondo. Each embodied an element now found on the Fae zodiac, and the days of the week are named after them.

The seven zodiac spirits took sides during the universe-wide Sealing War, approximately 4.6 billion years pre-series. Unfortunately, they were widely considered chaotic, destructive, and unstable. Seven temples were built for them in the cloudlands we know as Fairy World today, and each zodiac spirit was bound to their temple with powerful magic and golden chains.

For eons, nature spirits of all sorts have thrived among the white hills and red cliffs of Plane 23. Occasionally major deities visit the mortal realm for personal reasons (We saw the Grim Reaper in “Man’s Worst Friend” after all). Minor spirits frequently wander the mortal realm, taking care of small aspects of nature such as pebbles, puddles, and saplings. Fae who hold Zodii beliefs look to the influence of the nature spirits in all things, and abstain from cutting down trees or moving large boulders if at all possible.

Allegedly, Plane 23 also functions as Fae Heaven- some fae believe that after death, they will live on Plane 23 as a single form (combined with their Anti-Fairy and Refract counterparts) known as the Daoine form. Fae who are Zodii believe that their ancient ancestors resided on Plane 23 until they were struck down to the mortal realm as punishment for stealing magic from the gods. Although the Zodii believe the Daoine sìth exist, they don’t believe the Daoine form is involved in the fae afterlife. Instead, they believe the Daoine are minor spirits of temptation (namely, the seven deadly sins).

LIFE CYCLE

Childhood: Young nature spirits have shaky control of their powers, though can still make more dramatic changes to the universe than young Fae. Young nature spirits romp around and play with nary a care, only vaguely aware of the existence of mortals. They stick to their true forms and don’t interact with the mortal realm much at all.

Adolescence: Juvenile nature spirits tend to experiment with their powers. Overly curious, they poke their noses into everything, including the affairs of mortals. They usually try to be helpful, but have difficulty putting themselves in the shoes of mortals. Sometimes they are purely selfish and mortals suffer as a result. All seven zodiac spirits are prone to reverting themselves to this stage of the life cycle as soon as they realize they’ve become adults, because they’re basically immature kids who just want to have fun.

Adulthood: Adult nature spirits have considerably more control over their powers than their younger selves did. Their brains are more developed in this stage; while adult nature spirits may still come off as self-centered, they have an easier time understanding the needs, wants, and limitations of mortals than juvenile spirits do. The Wise Ancients are currently in this stage of life.

ANATOMY

Apart from a soul and a karmic weave, nature spirits don’t have much consistent anatomy between them. Nature spirits can take many forms, including enormous dragon-like forms, average-sized mortal forms, and actual aspects of nature.

It’s common for true forms to have multiple arms. Some nature spirits have unique features: For example, Tarrow has one disembodied hand known as the Hand of Fate, which appeared in the episode “Timmy’s Secret Wish.”

HOW NATURE SPIRITS WORK

Nature spirits are the literal, sentient embodiments of various aspects of nature. For example, Sunnie is also known as Prince Sunday. Were he to die, Sunday would cease to exist- the Earth’s revolution around the Sun would speed up, and calendars that continue treating Sunday as a day would no longer be accurate. Sunnie is also the spirit of water, so the universe’s water supply would become chaotic (It would lash out in the locations he had formerly held it back and dry up in places where he brought it into existence).

Nature spirits are divine beings and have full control over every aspect of their bodies. This includes the growth of their hair, the division of their cells, the flow of ichor through their veins, and their arousal levels. Nature spirits also have the ability to observe anything that goes on within the walls of their temples, although they can’t see anything beyond the outer doors if they in contact with gold.

Nature spirits have very few limits on their powers. They are limited to only affecting things related to their mastery, they do not have power to alter someone’s free will, and almost anything they do can be undone by another nature spirit (or by a powerful artifact controlled by a mortal). Besides that, just about everything is fair game, although a few large-scale universe-altering powers require the collaboration of multiple spirits.

Tarrow, the cosmic jellyfish, is considered the king of the nature spirits.

HEALING AND HEALTH

While nature spirits may fly backwards when hit, it takes a considerable amount of force before they feel any pain. Their bodies rapidly regenerate, and they are immune to disease as well as the effects of drugs and narcotics. They do not sleep under normal circumstances; however, some magical items (like enchanted musical instruments) can lull them into a trance.

Like the real-life immortal jellyfish (Turritopsis dohrnii), nature spirits are capable of reverting their bodies to the juvenile, immature stage of their life cycle. From that point, they continue growing until they become mature adults once again. As stated above, none of the seven zodiac spirits have interest in becoming adults, and have a habit of reverting their age and living permanent juvenile lives. 

Gold is a nature spirit’s weakness. If hit with a gold weapon, nature spirits will take the physical damage that weapon would normally inflict on a mortal. They lose their ability to regenerate, their immunity to disease, and their ability to revert their age when in contact with gold as well (though contact with gold does not age them forward).

In Zodii mythology, nature spirits avoid gold at all cost but are occasionally tricked into golden traps by mortals. Often, the mortal sets them free in exchange for a miracle. The golden bridle is the most famous trap. A mortal who bridles a nature spirit can use most of the nature spirit’s powers.

KIFF-TYING

Kiff-tying is the way one hosts a nature spirit; nature spirit magic manifests as steam (rather than dust, smoke, or mist) and makes a soft kiff sound.

With other nature spirits: Kiff-tying can occur between any two (or more) nature spirits, and could best be described as a melding of minds and an intertwining of souls. One partner takes on the abilities of the other and more, while the other partner becomes a “back seat driver” in the mind, with the ability to absorb information and tactile sensations, but no ability to control the body.

Ex: There is a famous Zodii myth about Sunnie and Thurmondo, describing how Sunnie (the water spirit) and Thurmondo (the leaf spirit) kiff-tied. Intertwined, their liquid-like bodies merged. The resulting dew spirit (the Prince of Dew) still looked identical to Sunnie, but now wore Thurmondo’s favor- a jade crown. Sunnie is also the spirit of focus, while Thurmondo is the spirit of curiosity, so the Prince of Dew was a calculating mastermind. The Prince of Dew was essentially Sunnie’s body and Sunnie’s brain, but Thurmondo’s back-seat driving caused him to ransack the cosmos in search of new things to study (as opposed to focusing on current projects).

The Prince of Dew is simply a title, not a separate entity. Sunnie and Thurmondo could kiff-tie again, and Thurmondo could be the dominant spirit. In this situation, Thurmondo would retain his body and most of his personality, but he would wear Sunnie’s favor - a turquoise brooch - and Sunnie’s back-seat driving would cause him to hyperfixate on current projects (as opposed to seeking out new information). Both Sunnie and Thurmondo would identify as the Prince of Dew while tied: a nature spirit with influence over both water and leaves. Both would treat the other’s followers as though they were their own, and both situations are considered valid personalities of the Prince of Dew.

Nature spirits reproduce through kiff-tying and do not have reproductive parts otherwise. When two nature spirits break their tie and come apart, one spirit will always “give birth” to a spirit who embodies aspects of both parents. “Pregnancy” lasts thirty seconds or less. Nature spirits are sexless, and this is a magical rather than physical type of reproduction, so either partner can give birth. Traditionally, the more submissive spirit is the one expected to undergo pregnancy, though this is not always the case.

In the case of Sunnie and Thurmondo, when they came apart, Thurmondo bore a dew spirit. This spirit would not be known by the title Prince of Dew, as that title is strictly reserved for times when Sunnie and Thurmondo kiff-tie. All kiff-ties between Sunnie and Thurmondo would result in dew spirits. At this time, there is only one dew spirit (February) who was essentially the result of Thurmondo cheating on Winni by having a reckless fling with Sunnie. Technically February is less of a child produced by a Sunnie x Thurmondo relationship and more of a storage container for whatever memories Sunnie and Thurmondo dumped on him. He is identified as their child, but neither feels parental towards him since they view him as an extension of themselves who happens to have a mind and will of his own.

Kiff-tying can either be a long event or a short one (In most cases, it lasts as long as you might expect an intimate moment to take place). Winni and Thurmondo are infamous for rapidly kiff-tying and disengaging, as they produce oxygen spirits when they come apart and Winni is obsessed with ensuring there is plenty of oxygen to go around.

With mortals: Nature spirits have the ability to tie with fae who regenerate if killed (i.e. non-hosting counterparts). A nature spirit can turn into steam at will, and if they’re near a regenerating fae (an Anti-Fairy 99% of the time) when this happens, their particles intertwine and the two beings regenerate together. 

The fae partner is known as the nature spirit’s host, or medium. The medium is essentially the nature spirit’s yoo-doo doll as long as the pair are tied. The medium retains full control over their body and goes about their life as normal, but the nature spirit can experience the mortal world through their senses. It’s rare for high-ranking spirits to take mediums, but for some spirits, like the zodiac spirits, this is their only way to view the outside world while chained up.

Mediums for the zodiac spirits do have an affinity with the zodiac spirit’s element and can use some zodiac magic even without a wand or times they aren’t in contact with the energy field. These powers are fairly small though, about equal to regular Anti-Fairy powers; Anti-Fairies don’t offer themselves as hosts to divine beings in return for a power boost, but offer themselves ceremonially to show honor and respect for the spirits.

Anti-Fairies can also tie with other Anti-Fairies; this is considered an intimate act, and further discussed in the Anti-Fairy class overview, HERE. It’s traditionally believed that nature spirits are offended when mortals kiff-tie with other mortals instead of saving the kiff-tie for unions with divine beings. Many Anti-Fairies go their entire lives without kiff-tying.

SOCIAL

Leadership: The closest thing the nature spirits have to a legal system is the Spirit Bear Council, who embody various planets and worlds throughout the cosmos and are looked to as wise figureheads. Otherwise, nature spirits tend to defer to Mother Nature, Father Time, and Tarrow. Minor spirits defer to demigods, and demigods to Wise Ancients.

Honoraries: My prince / My princess (Demigods); other titles vary according to the preference of the spirit in question. If greeting a spirit for the first time, calling them by their title without another honorary would be wholly appropriate (Ex: Tarrow, Reaper, Cycling Hen). If they wish to be greeted another way, they will correct you; it’s expected you’ll adhere to their correction.

Greetings: Nature spirits may greet one another verbally, often in a familiar, casual way. One affectionate greeting is briefly intertwining with the other spirit and rubbing one’s head against theirs before coming apart again.

When greeting mortals, some nature spirits may choose to appear imposing while others may choose to be open and friendly.

Groups: The majority of nature spirits are either loner spirits or live in pairs with another spirit they’ve pair-bonded with. Forming large groups is uncommon. However, the seven zodiac spirits view one another as siblings, and can sometimes be found “hanging out” in groups, especially when playing board games.

Expectations: Nature spirits view themselves as above mortal races. Although they may bicker amongst one another, they still consider themselves allies and would be shocked and offended if a nature spirit chose to side with mortals and engage other spirits in combat. Nature spirits are okay taking sides among mortals at times, but tend to do so as a means of entertaining themselves or to play games with fellow spirits. Actual animosity between spirits is uncommon, and rarely progresses above dislike. Burning hatred between spirits is rare.

Power Dynamics: Refer again to the tiers. Lower tiers defer to upper tiers. Those on the same level usually consider one another equals. Mother Nature and Father Time are usually looked to as leaders, since neither Tarrow nor the Hocus Poconos is cut out for the job.

Gender Dynamics: Not super applicable.

Rules of Speaking: Conversation tends to be slow and thoughtful; in a mortal’s eyes, a simple conversation between two spirits could take literal years. As a result, it’s rare for nature spirits to interrupt one another. They tend to be patient listeners who are very aware of one another and pause after one another has finished speaking before they themselves begin to speak. A mortal who interrupted a nature spirit would be looked on with disgust and horror, and they are often punished on the spot.

Proxemics and Personal Space: Most nature spirits are either aloof and uninterested in touching anyone, or are overly cuddly. There is little in-between.

Social Faux Pas: Offending another nature spirit is rude, but it’s hard to pin down sometimes what might set someone off. Nature spirits tend to be finicky and temperamental.

Relations With Fae: Nature spirits look on the fae favorably as a whole. In general, they strive to be impartial. For this reason, they stand in as impartial judges during events such as the Bake-Off and the Fairy World Games. Anti-Fairies, who typically honor the spirits more actively than Fairies, are often frustrated by their determination to remain impartial.

Relations With Humans and Aliens: The nature spirits have jurisdiction over the aspects of nature found on assorted planets, but don’t normally interact with mortal, non-magical races directly.

CUSTOMS

Child-Rearing: Childcare varies among the spirits. Tarrow favors his firstborn, Dayfry, much more than his other kids. The majority of spirits show little interest in raising their offspring (whom they consider former pieces of themselves that now operate independently of them).

Unquestionably, the Cycling Hen (the nature spirit of life; her temple was seen in the episode “Chicken Poofs”) is motherly, and takes other nature spirits under her wings. Many nature spirits refer to her as Aunt Chel or Auntie, and seek her out rather than their actual parent. She is patient with young spirits and always takes time to sort out their disagreements and help them come to a common understanding. 

Her flaw is that she is far more lax than her anxious mate, the nature spirit of death (the Grim Reaper); while she may discipline if she senses cruelty, she does let young spirits run wild. She will comfort them if they seek her out, but doesn’t track spirits otherwise. In her mind, causing aimless chaos is not inherently grounds for discipline, and only cruelty should be corrected.

Coming of Age: No notable coming of age ceremonies, though spirits may acknowledge when younger spirits show a good grasp on their powers. Nature spirits have only a vague sense of the passage of time, and don’t keep track of how old they physically are. The ability to return their adult bodies to a juvenile state complicates things even further.

Courtship and Intimacy: Nature spirits are considered embodiments of nature and do not have true genetics. While technically all related since they’re children and grandchildren of Mother Nature and Father Time, they see each other simply as personifications of abstract concepts, and think nothing of being intimate with one another even though they may refer to one another as siblings at times.

Nature spirits do not marry, but they do form pair-bonds. Many of these bonds are lifetime bonds, though they are rarely exclusive. In the Zodii belief system (which nature spirits inherently believe in since it’s based around them), it’s believed that one should seek a life partner who balances them out; having opposite skill sets is considered more important than having similar interests.

Nature spirits without pair-bonds are automatically considered risky. Dayfry, the demigod of love, is the only zodiac spirit who hasn’t pair-bonded. He is cheerfully content with this, but other nature spirits have always been wary of him due to the fact that he’s the son of reality and unreality, so not having a pair-bond to balance his personality just underscores concerns about his instability.

Nature spirits don’t exactly “date” one another, but rather believe that when you feel you’ve formed a close connection with someone, that person is essentially your soulmate. It’s acceptable to have flings with other partners, but typically there is one regular lifelong partner. Expressing intimacy is considered a private thing among nature spirits. PDA is unacceptable, so holding hands has never been a thing. Physical touch is almost always expected in a pair-bond relationship. Most expressions of intimacy involve kiff-tying with little build-up. Nature spirits don’t really do kisses, and they don’t have specific intimate parts, so kiff-tying is the catch-all way of being intimate.

The love lives of nature spirits affect mortal realms. For example, the Zodii winter myth is that for most of the year, Sunnie and Twis flirt shamelessly with one another. As the months progress, they become so focused on and devoted to each other that they don’t pay attention to their influence over Water and Soil like they should, so crops die and ice creeps across the land. Saturn and Munn, the zodiac spirits of Fire and Sky, are believed to create thunderstorms when passionate. Winni and Thurmondo (Breath and Leaves) create oxygen.

Death and Mourning: If a spirit is killed with gold and has no temple or shrine to regenerate in, they will be reduced to an object of power that holds control over the forces they once controlled. This object (often a crown, staff, or spell book, though not always) can be wielded by mortals, but the spirit will no longer exist as a sentient being.

Minor spirits are rarely grieved over, but more major spirits might be. Spirits who have closely bonded with another will of course mourn intensely if their beloved is gone forever. Nature spirits are creatures of heaven. If killed, they have no further heaven to ascend to, at least as far as is known.

Homes: Many nature spirits have temples built in their honor. Small minor spirits may have shrines. Any shrine or temple built on the lower Planes of Existence manifests another level of itself on Plane 23; traditionally Temples are elegant in the mortal world but have a more personal touch on Plane 23 (Ex: The echo chamber is a worship room on lower planes but more of a bedroom or office in the eyes of a nature spirit). Many spirits have temples on different planets, and thus multiple temples in Tír Na NÓg.

According to the usual rules of cosmic games, each nature spirit starts a game with control of an “echo point,” which they can place anywhere in the world they choose to start. The echo point is the only place in that world they can communicate with mortals; typically an echo point starts the game so weak that a mortal has to visit it in order to “activate” it and bring a player officially into the game. For this reason, nature spirits are usually engaged in multiple games at a time; only Sunnie (the Focus spirit) has perfect split attention and the rest of the spirits sometimes mix up details between their games (or forget about certain details between their games).

An echo point is the center of a nature spirit’s power. Here they can communicate with mortals if they wish or create a manifestation of themselves who can walk among them in secret. Their power is locked until a mortal activates it for them in some way. From that point on, a nature spirit can “level up” throughout the course of the game and access their power in tiers. Early on in the game they can’t terraform or grant major miracles like bringing people back to life, but by the end of the game (assuming their rivals didn’t destroy them) they are extremely powerful.

In the 130 Prompt “First Things First,” where Saturn, Sunnie, and Winni played a game on Planet Snobulac, their echo points were known as echo wagons. Echo points can be locations like caves or items like crowns or books. Because there is so much variety in what echo points look like and how they work, many Alien races do not realize they honor the same gods that other races do. The Snobulacs consider their healing and education deities to be separate deities, not realizing they are just perceiving the same deity (Winni) in two completely different forms. Winni is a very different deity in Snobulac culture compared to Fae culture; the Snobulacs perceive Winni’s healing persona as female and believe her to be dangerous and vengeful, while Fae see him as male and believe him to be gentle and benevolent. 

During most traditional games, spirits gain power over eons and fight their rivals until only one of them remains, after which they are declared the victor. The world might be destroyed so it can be remade into a new one. Some games have special rules attached to them- for instance, instead of playing a competitive game, you can play a cooperative game and work to build up a flourishing planet together instead of destroying your rivals. Cooperative planets are not always more successful and powerful planets in the universe and competitive planets are not always destroyed in the end. There is no “right” way to play a cosmic game and rules are changed all the time between games (though not during games). It’s an intricate system with a lot of variety.

Victory is achieved by destroying another spirit’s echo point, claiming a symbol of their divine power, and bringing that symbol back to your echo point (Trouble often arises when mortals don’t want to give up captured symbols of power, and go rogue from their patron deity’s control). Destroying an echo point does not physically hurt the spirit; it just officially prevents them from interacting with that world unless the world is wiped and reset. Their power over nature in that world is left in the hands of the planet itself (and those of any mortal who wields the symbol of their power left behind) and the spirit cannot directly interfere with the world any longer.

The zodiac spirits lost their old Temples during the Sealing War. Major spirits usually have multiple temples throughout the universe, but theirs were specifically destroyed during the fighting. This means that their only remaining Temples in the universe are found in the cloudlands around Earth. If the echo points within their temples are destroyed, they will be unable to regenerate. They will instead be reduced to an object of power that holds control over the forces they once controlled, and the spirit will no longer exist as a sentient being. In Origin of the Pixies (and especially Frayed Knots) this plot thread comes into play when the Water Temple is destroyed and Sunnie is nearly killed. This comes into play again during Devil’s Backbone. In the 130 Prompt “This Is Halloween,” Anti-Cosmo was challenged to a fight by a nature spirit who had no Temple anywhere in the universe.

The zodiac spirits did not get to choose the current locations of their Temples in Fairy World and Anti-Fairy World. They did not start their “game” with echo wagons that they eventually upgraded into Temples, but were instead forced into fully built Temples like prisons and had their powers restrained. The current game that exists between the zodiac spirits is merely a competition for mortals’ favor because in their current state they can’t play the games they usually do. They merely banter with each other and with mortals, trying to stay entertained and protect their echo chambers so they don’t die.

Anti-Cosmo visits the Water Temple in both its physical state and its echo state multiple times in Frayed Knots. Foop also visits a few Temples in their echo states during the early chapters of Identity Theft.

Hygiene: Nature spirits are naturally hygienic. Grime can’t attach to their bodies, so it slides right off. They sterilize automatically, so they’re as clean as clean can get.

Meals: Nature spirits don’t need food or water to maintain life, but often eat the offerings left in their temples. Occasionally, they host parties and feasts, and may invite the spirits of the dead to join them. Inviting a living mortal to one of these events would be extraordinarily rare- however, Foop is granted this opportunity in Identity Theft.

Names: Nature spirits have true names, which are bolded (in ‘fic) if spoken aloud by another immortal. Nature spirits usually go by nicknames or their titles if they prefer. For example, “Sunnie” is Sunnie’s nickname. His title is Prince Sunday. His true name is Prince of Water, bolded when spoken by another nature spirit. 

ROUTINE

The life of a nature spirit consists of interacting with people, objects, and animals while existing on multiple Planes of Existence at the same time. Two nature spirits can be conversing on Plane 23 while manifested forms of themselves converse with mortals on several other planes. 

Sunnie, the spirit of Focus, has perfect split attention and has the easiest time doing this; other nature spirits have to consciously switch their attention between different information being relayed to them from assorted bodies, and usually come off as distracted. It’s easy for nature spirits to get confused and mix their conversations up between the multiple people they’re talking to.

On Plane 23, nature spirits live and socialize much the way mortals do. Nature spirits reside in the Plane 23 manifestations of their temples, and may engage in hobbies such as reading, knitting, or tinkering with things. They can visit one another, have picnics, and young spirits are educated in using their powers. Sports tend to be violent, and include jousting and gladiator-fights rather than games involving balls or teams.

Following the Sealing War, the seven zodiac spirits were bound to their temples with golden chains. In their bound state, they cannot view the world beyond their temples, although because their chains stretch on forever, they can travel through it: while in contact with gold, they perceive Plane 23 as an expense of white nothingness, and only the seven temples remain in their full splendor. They cannot perceive the buildings, residents, grass, rivers, canyons, or other features of Plane 23 while bound. One way to interpret this is that the zodiac spirits are grounded from going outside, but can still visit one another’s bedrooms, and people can still come over to the house and bring gifts.

Nature spirits can contact the Fae planes fairly easily. Their true forms remain on Plane 23, but manifestations of themselves can visit the fae realm. In the show, Mother Nature acted as an impartial judge at the Bake-Off (“Balance of Flour”), Father Time was called into Fairy Court (“Timmy’s Secret Wish”), and the Grim Reaper was seen managing the Anti-Fairy World pet store (“Man’s Worst Friend”). These were manifestations; their true forms would radiate intense energy and strike terror in any sane person. Again, “Wishology” is an example of a time when a nature spirit’s true form did visit mortals in person.

Nature spirits are keenly aware of everything that happens to a representation of themselves (such as kicking their statues or defacing their paintings) since images of themselves are inherently connected to them. They are also aware of everything that occurs within the walls of their temples, whether someone is praying and leaving offerings, closing a door, or simply sweeping the floor. You don’t need to pray inside the temple for a nature spirit to hear you, as they can technically hear prayers sent to them from anywhere. However, they tend to pay more attention to those who pray inside their temples, as other visitors blur together. They may choose to comfort mortals, but are rarely interested in divine intervention unless they see an obvious benefit for them.

Every Zodii temple contains a special prayer room called the echo chamber. The echo chamber is decorated as though it is the spirit’s private chamber (whether that means bedroom or office space), and it is treated with the utmost respect by pious mortals. The fae strive to use the echo chamber only for very important circumstances; thus, when someone prays in the echo chamber, the corresponding nature spirit snaps to attention because it’s probably a big deal. The echo chamber is something you would have to specially request if you intended to use, and it’s typically reserved for high-status individuals such as political figureheads. Regular commoners can use it to, but would have to convince the temple acolytes that their case is worthwhile; it’s more likely that an acolyte would meditate in the echo chamber on the commoner’s behalf.

The echo chamber is also the only place a nature spirit can actually create a manifestation of themselves (though once it leaves the temple, it can teleport somewhere else on that plane or to another plane entirely). Many nature spirits do create manifestations of themselves if they’re curious to interact with mortals; nature spirits are not omniscient, and can only see what their true form or what their manifestations can see. These manifestations blend in with crowds, so you would only recognize them as a spirit if they indicate they are one. Nature spirits can interact with mortals and grant small miracles, but do have their own agendas and are rarely interested in mortal affairs. Mostly, they’re just curious. 

Notably, manifestations of the seven zodiac spirits cannot exist beyond the walls of their temples, as the Seven are bound with golden chains. Their manifestations can wander their temples, but will dissipate into steam if they leave the temple walls. There is one exception: If a zodiac spirit kiff-ties with a mortal, their host can leave the temple grounds, allowing the spirit to sense everything their host senses. Minor non-zodiac spirits are not bound to their temples and can create manifestations and leave as often as they like.

A manifestation can touch regular mortals. If you were to touch one, you could feel the power radiating from them. It’s possible for a nature spirit to mate with a mortal- they can alter their form to match a mortal’s reproductive system and many spirits have produced “lesser demigods” (officially known as luz mala) with multiple species throughout the universe. However, a spirit who is bound (like the zodiac spirits) cannot alter the form of their manifestation once it’s created, so they would have had to design the manifestation with reproductive parts in the first place.

Nature spirits generally prefer intimacy with other nature spirits since mortal intimacy is “watered down” compared to the sensations nature spirits can feel. Still, there are a variety of reasons a spirit may choose to mate with a mortal- Perhaps they honestly care for that mortal and wish to express their affection, or perhaps they wish to have a luz mala available to be their medium in the future. Various planets have stories of heroes who made deals with the nature spirits that in exchange for blessing them to win a battle, they’d allow the spirit to have a child with them or their wife (Manannán, eldest son of Sunnie and Twis, is particularly famous for engaging in these deals).

Nature spirits take in an overwhelming amount of energy on a daily basis, but because they are divine beings, they can process all of this. Nature spirits do not have the ability to sleep (unless charmed to sleep by a magical instrument or other item) and are endlessly taking in information about the world around them.

COSMIC GAMES

Some nature spirits do not care for mortal worlds at all. Some spirits watch mortals from afar for entertainment. Other spirits interact with mortals regularly. Spirits are permitted to walk among them if they wish, with some making their presence obvious and others preferring to keep a low profile. Unchained spirits are free to influence worlds using their powers, though certain worlds are marked off-limits without “adult supervision.”

In their younger years, the zodiac spirits would build civilizations on mortal worlds and (when they had sufficient resources, followers, and technology) attempt to wipe each other off the map. Being bound to their temples has impeded their ability to view the happenings of the world around them. Rather than send civilizations to war, they now entertain themselves by competing for worshippers, offerings, and monuments, using the cloudlands around Planet Earth as their sole game map (when once they had access to thousands).

Before they were bound, the zodiac spirits had the power to influence worlds by walking directly among mortals, mating with them to produce luz mala, granting miracles at will, skipping forward or back in time, and even resetting a world entirely (that last one requiring permission from the Wise Ancients if the world had started interacting with other worlds, of course). Nowadays the zodiac spirits are stuck inching along according to mortal time, limited to a single medium per player. Sunnie is notorious for burning through his champions.

The zodiac spirits can barely be bothered to indicate they heard your prayers, let alone do anything more draining on their energy like sending you a prophetic dream or miracle. They have their own agendas - competing with one another over the best resources and followers - and use mortals to further such goals without really caring about the mortals themselves. Until you prove yourself useful or particularly interesting, they aren’t likely to bother with you. The zodiac spirits can create a manifestation of themselves in their temple’s echo chamber when they wish to communicate with a visitor, but can only create a new manifestation on their sacred day (One per Thursday for Thurmondo). Some spirits are more likely to manifest for visitors than others- For example, Winni loves to talk while Dayfry prefers to stay out of the limelight.

Since they are bound, zodiac spirits cannot claim mediums as easily as they were able to before the war. Instead, they are forced to kill a creature who can regenerate and then bond with them during the regeneration process. This limits their possible mediums to non-hosting counterparts (Anti-Fairies and Refracts) who were born in their year on the zodiac. The Refracted have little faith in Zodii beliefs, leaving the spirits with the Anti-Fairies. Thus far, the spirits have successfully ingrained the zodiac into Anti-Fairy culture, so they always have a steady stream of visitors and potential mediums. In their bound state they may claim no more than one medium at a time (Whereas in the past they could have multiple; the primary medium is also known as the spirit’s champion).

Some nature spirits prefer to have a medium at all times no matter what rank they hold in society while others hold out for high-status individuals. It’s rare for a zodiac spirit to take a medium outside of the Anti-Fairies on the camarilla court (though if they do take someone outside the court, it’s likely the High Count and Countess will promote that individual to a seat on the court).

Minor non-zodiac spirits are not chained to their temples. They can walk among mortals and take mediums more often than zodiac spirits do, but their mediums rarely become famous faces. It’s uncommon but not unusual to meet an Anti-Fairy who is acting as medium to one of the hundreds of minor spirits who roam the cloudlands (Anti-Cosmo’s brother is medium for the spirit who embodies the month of August, but there’s no fame associated with it). Though minor spirits can mate with mortals, they cannot produce biological children with the fae; fae reproduction is very particular due to the existence of multiple counterparts.

REPRODUCTION

Attraction: Nature spirits are very spiritual creatures, and as a rule are more interested in one’s spirit than one’s body. They favor balance and tend to go for those they consider their polar opposites. Nature spirits don’t spend much time together with their committed mate, so having shared interests is pointless; they’re a very individualistic people who do their own things and respect that everyone else will also do their own things. They bond with those who win their affection and return to their mates every now and again, but their own agenda always comes first.

Although nature spirits pair-bond with a long-term mate, their bonds are not exclusive. Many nature spirits mate with mortals and produce luz mala. It is sometimes difficult to identify what attracts a spirit to a mortal; physical attraction and genuine love are not common factors in the equation. Arguably, the most common reason spirits mate with mortals is when there’s a direct benefit for them- the mortal is strong, healthy, and will produce a quality luz mala child who can be an influential leader to his peers (and perhaps become the spirit’s medium or even champion one day).

Anatomy: Nature spirits don’t naturally have physical reproductive parts and only reproduce with each other through magical means. Unchained nature spirits can alter their bodies to match a mortal’s reproductive system and produce luz mala offspring, though.

Nature spirits can produce offspring with mortals regardless of their sex and anatomy. If they mate with a mortal partner who can become pregnant, the nature spirit can impregnate them. If their mortal partner can impregnate others, the nature spirit will carry the baby. Nature spirits have full control over their bodies, including their fertility, and can decide whether or not mating will result in pregnancy. Nature spirits do not produce luz mala accidentally; it is always intentional on their end (However, when pairing with other nature spirits, the act will always result in an “energy manifestation” and this cannot be prevented).

Whether a spirit mates with another nature spirit or a mortal, nature spirit “pregnancy” lasts for mere seconds to them (though it may last years or centuries to mortal eyes). Nature spirits can put potential offspring into embryonic diapause, allowing them to decide how soon after mating they wish to have a child. If a nature spirit’s goal is to raise a powerful champion, they can mate with a promising mortal who crosses their path early in the world’s timeline, put the unborn child into diapause, and produce the luz mala child when they’re ready thousands of years down the road. Extremely useful if you intend to throw your luz mala champion against your rivals’ one day. If you’re a nature spirit who produces a luz mala during a cosmic game, you instantly become a threat to other spirits. Because of this, one luz mala birth is often invitation for the other spirits to have luz mala of their own, so they tend to show up in bunches.

A nature spirit can also mate with multiple partners, storing the genetics of the ones who can impregnate them for later use and choosing which set of DNA is best for their purposes. They can develop multiple pregnancies from multiple partners at the same time and continue siring children with other partners while they’re pregnant. Nature spirits are complicated and not easily limited.

Birth: Technically, when nature spirits “reproduce” with each other, they do not create a child the way most races do. Rather, they release part of their own consciousness, which becomes an independent entity. The newborn awakes with some of its parents’ memories and can form new memories of its own. These new memories will not be shared with the parent automatically. However, as each child is technically an extension of the parent, nature spirits do have the ability to “upload” their memories to their parents’ “database.”

When nature spirits cut away aspects of their consciousness to produce offspring, they also cut away some of their memories. It’s completely possible for a nature spirit to say or do something and have no memory of saying or doing it because they passed that memory to one of their offspring. This plays into the perception of nature spirits having contradictory and unpredictable natures.

It is not uncommon for a nature spirit to have a single parent (Ex: Sunnie was born of Tarrow’s tears), nor is it unheard of for a nature spirit to have more than two parents, should multiple spirits kiff-tie together at the same time. Having two parents is still the most common situation.

Crossbreeding: Nature spirits most often reproduce with other nature spirits, but they are capable of producing luz mala offspring with mortals. Luz mala offspring usually show coloration and/or markings their mirror their parent spirit. Additionally, most have great strength and often have magic abilities.

Though their spirit parent may not be active in their life, spirits usually claim and interact with their children if the luz mala visits them at a temple or shrine; thus, most luz mala have great loyalty to their parent spirit and make excellent mediums (which is the most likely reason a spirit chose to mate with the mortal parent in the first place). Such luz mala usually grow up to be very influential people in their home world, for good or for bad.

CHARACTER DESIGN CONSIDERATIONS

True forms are always either pure black or white at their base and have the opposite color of hair. Projected forms can look like anything, from people to animals to swirls of wind to rocks.

Nature spirits often mirror stereotypes regarding their mastery.

Mature, adult nature spirits tend to have larger, plumper bodies, which mirrors their slow, thoughtful, less reckless personalities. Juvenile nature spirits tend to have longer, thinner bodies, mirroring their overly social nature since they often intertwine intensely with one another. Height is usually emphasized in adults, length in juveniles.

Nature spirit hair is usually long and flowing rather than cut short, simply because the spirits are more of an ancient people who are more likely to tie up their hair than cut if off.

Although nature spirits present with the gender identity you envision them to have, there is generally a consensus across the cloudlands, so it’s rare to deviate from the usual pronouns. For example, the fae teach that Tarrow has seven sons, so it’s very uncommon for fae to interpret them as female. Dame Artemis insists on explicitly referring to the zodiac spirits with she/her pronouns, her main reason being that she finds it entertaining to catch others off guard and loves to watch people get offended over it.

WRITING NATURE SPIRITS: WHAT TO REMEMBER

The seven zodiac spirits are more like big children than real adults, and are more immature and annoying than scary or dangerous. They’d sooner throw a tantrum and cause random chaos than threaten to hit a target with the entirety of their powers. “Wild” is a very appropriate adjective to describe them.

In contrast, the Wise Ancients are actually mature adults who are usually calm and reasonable, but may lash out when offended.

Nature spirits are accustomed to being perceived in different forms; in the cloudlands, the zodiac spirits are perceived as male, but on other planets, some or all are perceived as female, genderless, genderfluid, intersex, and so on. As a result, nature spirits are rarely picky about their pronouns.

Nature spirits tend to be friendly and curious, but selfish and stubborn. While they may take interest in mortals, they do have their own agendas and tend to be their own first priority.

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[RotG] Spread your Wings

I blame @eastofthemoon. Wasn’t originally gonna write fic for this @jackrabbitweek prompt, but… 2844 words, fluff. 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Bunny commented, giving himself a stretch. Easter was over, now it was time to relax and unwind a bit. 

“What?” Jack said, distracted from his very busy task of attempting to balance a flower on his nose. It wasn’t working, but the effort was entertaining nevertheless. “Wings.” Bunny said succinctly. Spirits, with two known exceptions, had wings. It was the one of the most obvious and identifiable ways to recognize them, thought to be a reflection of the spirit themselves.

North’s bird like wings were pure white, growing so thick and fat with feathers around his holiday, that he could very nearly double in size. The feathers tended to fade and thin out a little after Christmas, but they were always there, not so obviously from the falcon style. 

Toothiana had not two, but six wings, showing off her level of power, each shaped like a dragonfly’s iridescent wing, but the edges sharper and harder than a steel sword. Her girls had wings much like hers, but only two, an echo of her power. Even Pitch Black had wings, warped dragon scaled looking things that were closer to scythes than wings, apparently made of twisted shadows. It was sometimes debated that Sandy didn’t have wings, but most people were idiots, and didn’t notice his moth shaped wings wrapped around him, forming what appeared to be his clothing. It was when the wings came out that it was time to run far away from the Sandman as possible. Bunny was one of the two exceptions, something that was the source of much debate and contention among the spirit world, which he didn’t give a rotten egg’s thought to. He was an earth based elemental, he didn’t have any business being up in the air, no matter what North preferred. The other exception was Jack Frost. Who flew through the air like a leaf caught in the wind, laughing merrily the whole time, without nary a feather or a glimpse of wing in sight. It was… bewildering. When he’d first met Jack decades ago, it was just one more annoyance on the part of the frost spirit. But now that Jack was a Guardian, and Bunny had come to learn more about Jack, it had become a mystery. One of many, Jack was a walking mass of contradictions, as much as Bunny was. All of which Bunny was taking great delight in learning. Jack blinked a few times, leaning forward slightly, weight propped up by his staff. “You have them?!” He exclaimed, tone incredulous. “Since coming to Earth, yeah.” Bunny shrugged. It was something about the planet, he'd never had them in space, thank goodness for that. “Bloody nuisance they are.” He added with a grumble. 

“Nice to know I’m not the only one who feels that way about them.” He confessed, a relaxed grin spreading across his face. Bunny tried not to grin at the confirmation that Jack had them. There had been a slight possibly that Jack perhaps might not have, or the dour thought that something had happened that they’d somehow been removed. Which left the question of what kind of wings would suit Jack Frost best. Bunny’s mental image of what they might be changed from day to day, depending on his mood, and how much teasing Jack had done that day. If they were feathered, bat winged, shaped like a moth.   If they were feathered like North’s, Bunny couldn’t think of any reason why Jack would hide them away. Bat winged did tend to carry some negative connotations, and he could see Jack hiding those away, but they didn’t seem quite right for the fun loving spirit either Jack’s grin faltered as Jack paused and glanced around. “Is that why you invited me down to the Warren today?” “Partly.” Bunny admitted. It wasn’t exactly a common occurrence to have Jack visit the Warren, but it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence either. Their busy and off times tended to coincide with each other, and they spent a fair bit of time together as of late.  “Gotta give them a stretch at least once a year, and it’s too crowded back at the Pole.” “The Pole’s large enough for North’s wings, and they’re the largest I’ve seen!” Jack exclaimed, incredulous, but not fleeing either. “They’re alright.” Bunny demurred, just a hint of a cocky grin on his face. Jack gave him a skeptical look, but there was an intrigued edge to it. “Alright.” Jack slowly nodded and Bunny tried not to cheer. “You first though.” “No running.” Bunny gave Jack a suspicious look, not quite able to believe that Jack would acquiesce so easily. For someone so fearless, Jack could be one of the most skittish people Bunny knew. “Promise.” Jack earnestly agreed. “… That’s more for me own wings, than showing yours.” Bunny muttered, twisting to scratch at an ear with his hind paw. “They’re… not exactly normal.” Jack paused, thinking it over for a moment. “No running.” He finally agreed. “As long as you don’t mock me for mine.” Bunny froze in mid-scratch. “Why would I-?” He turned to look at Jack in confusion. Jack had an excellent poker face when he wanted to. “Why would I run from yours?” He challenged back. “Fair point.” Bunny agreed. They both had their own mysteries. “Ya might wanna back up a tad for this.” Bunny commented. “Alright.” The sceptical look was back, but Jack did as requested. Bunny waited until he felt  Jack was far enough away not to get hit by an errant limb before starting to change his shape. It was one of the things he was most grateful for in being a shapeshifter, that he could hide them away. He wasn’t kidding when he commented about them being a bloody nuisance. Jack gave a small gasp as the ‘fur’ on Bunny’s back rippled, then started to reach upwards, like giant petals of a flower reaching up towards the sun. Petals that quickly grew to Bunny’s length, then doubled, then doubled again. They flapped lazily, the joints feeling strange on his spine, each one of the four wings moving independently The weight of the wings made him pitch forward into the grass, claws digging into the rich soil for traction, to keep from sprawling out completely as the wings began to thicken and change shape, to what North had described once as a ‘pterodactyl’s wing’, but Bunny thought resembled more of an oleander leaf. They were lightly furred, as variegated as the rest of himself was. Once the large grey wings had formed, he kind of flapped them lazily, twitching them as he attempted to regain balance. “Whoa.” Jack breathed, staring at him in awe, eyes wide and very blue. “Reckon ya see why I don’t let them out much.” Bunny grumbled. He was more than just the embodiment of his holiday. He was very, very old, one of the oldest on the planet, and tied not only to Spring, but <i>life</i> itself. It was a heavy responsibility on his back. To his knowledge, he was the only one with wings like this, their shape and number alien to the planet. They didn’t have dragons on this planet, much less a Stormcutter’s. “You look like one of those moths.” Jack put his hands on top of his head, mimicking Bunny’s ears. “The ones with the furry antenna.” “Thanks.” Bunny deadpanned, and Jack shrugged, only slightly repentant. “It’s the right proportions.” Jack commented, stepping forward, and giving Bunny a hand up. Bunny took it gratefully, the wings flailing around slightly as he attempted to get his balance. It took a moment, Jack holding him steady until he could stand on his own two feet again. “I can use them as limbs ta move about if I wanted to.” Bunny pointed out. “Have before. North don’t like it cause it looks a bit too much like a giant spider.” Jack stared up at the wings thoughtfully for a minute before nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He agreed, reaching up towards Bunny’s wings, then hesitated, pulling his hand back. Touching another’s wings without permission was considered taboo, not that Bunny really cared about that. But then his wings didn’t have the same kind of sensitivity as most other spirits. “I could use some assisting with a bit of groomin’ too, if you don’t mind.” Bunny added, just a touch of hopeful cajoling in his voice. He could do it on his own, but it was a literal pain to do. Jack laughed, his expression brightening. “Ah, I see how it is.” He teased. “You just wanted my help.” “That was part of it.” Bunny tried to shrug and failed, the joints on his back limiting his movement for the moment. “You’ve seen mine, your turn.” Jack hesitated, then made a long suffering sound. “Yeah.” He reluctantly agreed, stepping back again to lean his staff against a rock. “They’re not as grand as yours, so don’t laugh, okay?” “No promises.” Bunny swore. Jack chuckled quietly, reaching for the back of his hoodie, and pulling it over his head, hiding his face in blue fabric for a moment, before he pulled it off, leaving his pale chest bare. Bunny twitched slightly with the urge to go grab his paints and attempt to match Jack’s colouring. He could see the faint blue of Jack’s arteries against the nearly translucent nature of his pale skin, the pale pink of his egg shaped nipples, the shadow of the navel, how his hands and face were slightly more pink than the rest of him from wind burn. It was subtle, not at all dramatic, but Bunny liked it. “Alright.” Jack said, giving himself a small shake. “It’s been so long I’m not even sure I remember how to do this properly.” He muttered. “It’s fine, take your time.” Bunny waved it away, swaying slightly as he kept his balance. It wasn’t like he could go anywhere until his limbs remembered how they were supposed to work. Jack got a determined look on his face, then nodded, turning his back to Bunny. He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, slowly letting the breath out. At first, Bunny didn’t see anything. Just Jack’s pale skin was about the same shade as a newly sprouted egg. He wondered if Jack would let Bunny paint on him sometime, idly debating what colours would work best to complement and contrast. 

He almost missed the first sparkle of frost just under one of Jack’s shoulder blades, then stopped his musing to focus on what he was seeing. It almost seemed more of a trick of the eye than anything substantial. And then another flicker, and another, slowly forming what appeared to be an outline of something delicate folded up against Jack’s back. The frost seemed to unfurl, and Bunny realised that much like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, Jack had somehow managed to fold and scrunch up his wings, so they were all but gone. Jack made a soft groan, and suddenly his wings rippled and snapped open, long enough to brush Jack’s wrists. Butterfly wings. Jack had butterfly wings, made of nearly translucent frost. They were barely there, more of a suggestion than a solid object, almost ghost like in their beauty.

Jack paused, panting slightly for breath. “They’re a bit ridiculous, aren’t they?” He commented, glancing over his shoulder to give Bunny a crooked smile. “Freaking fairy wings, right?” “They’re lovely.” Bunny said honestly. He wondered if he touched them they’d melt, or if they were stronger than they looked, much like Jack himself. Jack scoffed in return, clearly not believing him. “They’re embarrassing.” He countered. Bunny gave him a confused look back, then pointed to the giant alien x-shaped monstrosity on his back. Jack sighed, sounding aggravated. “The first spirits I met were ice elementals.” He muttered, glaring down at the dirt, away from Bunny. “They… Tried to tear them off.” If touching someone’s wings was Taboo, removing someone’s wings was Forbidden. Bunny had known only one spirit that was rumoured having to have done so. Neither spirit survived. The one whose wings having been removed dying of shock, and the one who had performed the action not surviving the mob that had formed and ripped them to shreds afterwards. “They’re not that bad.” Bunny said lightly, making a mental note to get names later. “Hah.” Jack mocked, then gasped. The delicate wings trembled, then rapidly expanded, each one easily the length of Jack’s staff if not larger. Jack leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees as he panted for breath. “They… didn’t do that before.” Jack gasped for air. “Weren’t as large?” Bunny asked, using his wings to move him closer for a better look, to look at Jack’s face in concern. “No.” Jack confessed, his eyes wide and slightly scared.“Yer a Guardian now.” Bunny pointed out. And had a heck of a lot more of a power base than when Jack was a young spirit. “True.” Jack admitted, then gasped. “Oh, crap.” He gasped. The butterfly wings trembled, then suddenly erupted in a riot of colour, no longer see through, but completely solid. “Oh.” Bunny breathed. The front, where Bunny was currently looking, was a swirl of white, fracturing the light like ice. Jack lifted a wing to look at it, his expression clearing into a pleased, almost proud look. “Nice.” He breathed, turning and extending his wings, showing them off. “How’s the back?” Bunny’s breath caught in his throat. “Oh, Jack.” “What?” Jack twisted to try to see what Bunny was looking at, hitting himself in the face with a wing. “They’re blue.” Bunny resisted the urge to touch. They weren’t just blue, but nearly every shade of sky blue he could think of, from the rich deep colour of midnight blue contrasting against Jack’s frosty skin, to the cerulean of Jack’s eyes, and fading to the near white of the sky at high noon on the edges. There were tiny flickering spots of white like snowflakes on the tips of the wings, and bold deep deep black lines that framed the colours, never trapping but enhancing the colours. The colour glimmered and shifted, never static, catching the light and nearly reflecting it back. Jack had the sky on his back. Bunny felt like he could stare at those wings and never get tired of looking at them. 

“Bunny?” Jack’s soft voice wavered, and Bunny realised that Jack had probably been repeating his name. “You’re kinda worrying me. What are you thinking?” He was thinking they were glorious, and beautiful. He was thinking of the look of pain on Jack's face as he'd revealed his hidden wings, and how much worse it was going to be, watching them shrunken, folded and hidden away. Knowing that they were there, and hidden away. That Jack felt like he needed to protect this part of himself from everyone, including them, instead of showing off how beautiful he was. “Nope.” Bunny said firmly. “Nope, you’re not putting those away again.” “Like hell.” Jack countered, voice cracking slightly in anger. “When you were a young spirit, they were tiny and sparkly.” Bunny drawled, resisting the urge to run his paw pads against the lovely curve of Jack’s wings. “Might been real embarrassing you said, like fairy wings.” “Yeah-?” Jack hesitantly agreed. “Well, they’re not any more and I will rip the hands off of anyone who tries to damage them, swear to my googies.” Jack jerked for a moment, then let out a breathless laugh.  “What?” “I’m claiming them, they’re mine.” Bunny said, only slightly joking. “Bunny.” Jack gave him a bit of annoyed glare. “You cannot go around claiming other people’s wings as your own.” “Can too.” “Can not.” “Can too.” Bunny stubbornly countered. “You didn’t want em, so I’m claiming them.” Jack let out a soft huff. “They’re a part of me, it’s not like I can take them off and give them to you.” “Then I guess I’m claiming you too.” Bunny stated calmly. Jack stared at him, eyes wide and vulnerable. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.” “I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it.” Bunny laughed, slightly hysterical as his brain caught up to his mouth. He meant it though, every word. He motion over his shoulder. “Ya think I show my wings ta anyone? North’s the only one who’s ever seen them, even that was an accident.” No one else was given as much access to Bunny's home, or spent this much time just chin wagging. He liked Jack, and wanted to keep him around as much as he could. He'd just never thought he could say it to Jack. Except now he had, and Jack was standing there, staring at him, and Bunny could feel his heart sinking. “…. Oh.” Jack finally blinked at him, blue eyes the same colours of his wings. Then his face split into a wide grin. “You think my wings are pretty.” He drawled playfully. Bunny ducked his head. “Yeah.” He muttered, feeling slightly foolish now. “You wanna keep them.” Jack sing-sang. “… Yeah.” “You wanna keep me.” “Yup.” “Okay.” Jack grinned at him, stepping closer. Bunny stared. “I… really?” “Yup.” Jack reached his hand up, as if to touch one of Bunny’s wings, then hesitated. Bunny moved his wing so that it pressed up against Jack’s cool palm. He shivered slightly at the feeling, the joy that lingered just under the barrier of Jack’s skin and tickled his senses. Jack’s smile shifted to something milder, and infinitely more soft. “Guess you can say I’ve been looking for someone to spread my wings with.” -fin- The basis for Jack’s Wings, the White Admiral: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limenitis_arthemis#/media/File:Limenitis_arthemis_astyanax_in_Hot_Springs_National_Park.jpg It was going to be a Blue Emperor (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpho_peleides), but that’s a tropical butterfly.

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//Hello there friendo! I will love to learn more about your characters! How about questions 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 16?

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8 Things You Need to Know About the Playboy Mansion Before It’s Gone

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Hugh Hefner‘s death at the age of 91 marks the end of an era. And while many are rightly lauding the Playboy founder as a cultural force who helped revolutionize publishing and bring the sexual revolution to the masses, we’ll pause to honor another, equally iconic part of his legacy: the Playboy Mansion. His 29-room home, a “Gothic Tudor”-style estate, set on 5 acres of the Holmby Hills area of Los Angeles, is an American phenomenon in its own right, sparking the fantasies of generations of men (and women).

So what will happen to the nation’s second-most-famous mansion, a place where scantily clad playmates famously partied hard alongside actors, musicians, Nobel Prize winners, and other assorted A-listers?

Well before Hefner’s passing, the home sold last year to Daren Metropoulos, a neighbor and co-owner of Hostess Brands, for $100 million. The catch was that Hef could live out the rest of his days in the mansion, and that major renovations would not take place while he was a tenant. Now Metropoulous is expected to move forward quickly on his plans to rebuild the place from the ground up, connecting it to the home next door, which he also owns, to create a 7.3-acre compound.

“I look forward to eventually rejoining the two estates and enjoying this beautiful property as my private residence for years to come,” he said in a statement provided to The Wall Street Journal in April 2016, following the sale.

But before all of the Playboy memorabilia is carted off for good, we rounded up some surprising tidbits on the mansion that we thought readers should know.

1. The first Playboy Mansion, in Chicago, is still standing—but there’s nary a bunny tail in sight. The original place, complete with a Playmate-ready fire pole leading directly into the basement-level pool, was purchased for $400,000 in 1959 in the Windy City, where Hef founded his mag. But as the editor found himself increasingly enamored with celebrities, he spent less and less time there, finally decamping to the West Coast in the 1970s. The Midwest hasn’t been the same ever since! In 1984, he leased out the mansion to the School of the Art Institute of Chicago for $10 a year. A real estate company eventually bought the home in 1993 and divided it up into seven condos.

2. Hefner bought the current fortress—at the time dubbed “Playboy Mansion West”—from the famous chess player and engineer Louis D. Statham in 1971, for $1.05 million. Statham invented a device that helped NASA ensure that its spacecraft stayed on course. Hefner invented a mass-delivery system for disseminating pictures of naked women. You make the connection.

3. Don’t get in the water! The bacteria that causes Legionnaires’ disease, a bad form of pneumonia, was discovered in the whirlpools of the mansion’s grotto in 2011. The Los Angeles County Department of Public Health had investigated after 120 guests suddenly fell ill.

4. Think the mansion was all fun and games? Think again. Hefner’s former girlfriend Izabella St. James claims that the girlfriends had a 9 p.m. curfew every night—unless they were out with the man himself, according to her book “Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion.”

5. The room where Elvis reportedly had a memorable night with eight Playboy Bunnies back in the 1970s was later dubbed the “Elvis Suite.” And in the King’s honor, it has reportedly been closed to the public ever since.

6. Talk about famous guests misbehaving! John Lennon once put out a cigarette on one of Hefner’s Matisse paintings. Hey, he and Yoko were separated at the time.

7. Hefner had the kind of private zoo on the property that may not have been appropriate for the kiddies. Rumor has is that at one time, the city removed several big game animals from Hefner’s zoo, after a llama was mysteriously found dead after an all-night rager. The peacocks, macaws, and squirrel monkeys, however, were allowed to stay.

8. The Playboy founder was clearly a fan of wild animals, so much so that one of the special rooms of the mansion was done up in full-on safari motif. That included animal skin rugs, leopard print decor, and lots of safari-themed paraphernalia.

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