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Deep In Those Woods- Chapter 7

Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6- Chapter 7

AO3

You find a strange man in the woods, no doubt running from the federation. He seems, well, in simple terms beat to shit. May your act of kindness not go unpunished.

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The sun was hot on his face, glaring down and heating the sand crusted onto the exposed skin of his face. The sky was clear- no moisture- not a cloud in sight.

Keegan was in the desert.

He was in his own personal hell.

Sandviper.

His eyes glanced down to his hands, filthy in dark red tones and crusted over too many times to count with layers of filth and flesh, blood, and dirt. Driven so deep into the crevices of his flesh that he wasn’t sure where the filth ended and his skin started.

There’s a dull blade grasped in his hand.

A man leaps from over a pile of sand- knife drawn throwing his body forward ready to fight to the death. Keegan bares his teeth like a rabid dog. Because that is all he is. A wild animal, ready to bite and tear flesh, feels the splatter of blood against his skin. The dust crusted onto his disgusting form and built upon it like a trophy.

The warmth of the blood soothed his chilled skin in the cold desert nights, and cooled his skin in the hot daylight sun. The blood tacking up, soiling the dusty sand under him. Ponds of blood against the dirty yellow sand.

He’s grinning, knife dug into the neck of the man below him. Twisting his knife until the viscera of blood pops in a horrible, twisting, snapping, and schlepping of tendons veins and gore. Flicking the dulled blade as he’d done what? At least seven times that night, he looks up to see the sky has turned dark. The full moon illuminating the hellscape he’d metamorphosed from.

Your corpse, torn open with brute force and dull metal, staring up at him with tears running down dirty cheeks. 

Eyes unfocused up at him, cloudly, dead.

And God, do they look beautiful shimmering in the moonlight. The warmth pooling from your neck warming this tips of his fingers- reaching in to cup the wound. Hold it in-

Please-

He’s sitting on the couch next to the window, dozing as the afternoon sun radiates against his face.Jolting forward and wheezing, lungs screaming and heart rate pounding in his ears. He glances down, to assess his hands and frowns at the dark smudges of dirt against his knuckles. Mentally chastising himself as he closed his fist and squeezed, nails pushing in against his palm in a near-satisfying twinge of pain. Keegan was angry at himself in a way he had trouble defending. Here he lay, on a couch in some woman’s home after getting injured. Stranded without contacting his team- he was sure that Logan would be worried sick over the lack of his check-ins.

And here he was sunning himself, content and full, like some kind of civilian. He’s not. As much as he could play- he is just a rabid dog, looking for its next hunk of flesh to tear into. Your eyes, dull, unfocused.

He needed to leave.

He needed to get his radio working- or at least get back into contact with base to let the other Ghosts know he was alive. Lurching forward, forearms against his thighs he leans as far as he can until the creak in his ribs almost forces a whine from his lips. As subtle as he can, leaning back and resting his head against the cushion.

He needed to get out.

The more he thought of hiking his ass out and away, he found his eyes trailing over to the window.

Then trailing over to you.

He frowned, forcing himself to stand before rubbing his fingers against his temples.

He needed to leave.

He was a soldier.

He had a mission.

This was no time for weakness.

And that's how you found him. Standing in the center of the room fully kitted back up- vest pulled back over his bruised chest, his pants with freshly mended holes from the wear and tear they took out in the woods. The same clothes you’d found him in and peeled off of his cold body- mended together, washed, and hung out on the line.

It almost felt like an insult, staring back at him dressed in his gear. You’d mended him back together, and he would just…

Leave?

“Where is my mask?”  

His voice was cold.

Detached.

So far from the soft and meek mumbles in his sleep, the breathy moans of pain as you lifted his back off of the floor and sat him up as you fed him.

“I’m leaving.” Your brother spoke, detached and cold as he turned on his heel and left.

“You can’t!” You yelled, hand gripped onto the doorframe as he picked up his bag and a jerrycan of fuel. The tips of your fingers screaming against the pressure on the wood, joints creaking. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I can’t just sit here and hide anymore!” Your brother lashed out, screaming- the rasp in his throat as the words cracked like thunder against the quiet of the field.

The chickens startled.

“Then let me come with you-” You begged.

You pleaded.

You wept. “I won’t risk it.” He bit back. “You’ll be a liability.” Was he right?

Were you a liability?

Could you face the consequences of your existence? Of your choices?

“I-..” You paused, hand releasing from the doorframe and dropping to your side.

“I’ll be back soon. I just- I have to see. The fires, they mean something.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

And he left.

Without looking back.

He needed to compartmentalize. Put this fucking cabin in a little box, and lock it up and stick it somewhere it’ll never be opened up again. There was an ache in his ribs that wasn’t from the injury- a tightness in his throat as he pulled on the armor, his second skin.

His armor.

His hand reached up, not yet donning his gloves, and rubbed the side of his face. Feeling the stubble long since grown out, feeling wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be there- that long. At least it shouldn’t be- he shouldn’t be in this situation.

He took a deep breath.

It would be fine. He needed to get out of this damned cabin- he needed to get his gloves on, mask on, toss his gear over his shoulder even if he body screamed against it. He needed to get out and get a radio and get out of here-

His mask-

His mask?

Where is his mask?

He rummaged- looking as quietly and efficiently as possible for the damned thing while you weren’t paying attention. Stalking room to room with silent footsteps and sharp eyes. Hand hovering over the knob to your bedroom, staring.

Debating.

He’d- 

Well.

Maybe?

No.

He’d rather rip his arm off than be caught dead rummaging through your bedroom- Rather poke out his eyes than cross a boundary like that, even if there was the possibility of you stowing it away in there. 

He’d just have to ask-

“Where’s my mask?” He’d slipped into this before- the body of a soldier. Maybe he never really left it- he was what he was after all. 

A Ghost.

Ghosts can’t change, they are what they are. The remnant of what someone once was,

Is,

Could’ve been.

But deep down, the tone of his voice surprised him- the change- it ripped away any warmth that he’d clung too. Anything he’d foolishly accepted thinking that it could become the norm.

He didn’t deserve it anyways.

“You’re leaving.” Your voice was quiet. Small.

Small like you.

Fragile.

Frail.

Small.

He simply nodded, silent.

You shrunk back, stepping to the side and striding across the building. Tearing open the door to your room- the sound of something clattering against the floor. And in a flurry- you rushing out and throwing the piece of fabric at him. The threads spreads across his fingertips, tilting the mask to the side- where the paint was starting to fade, where a rock had torn through the fabric and stabbed into his skin.

Fresh stitches mending the fabric together. 

"I just..." You trailed off.

"Want to make sure he's ok?" Keegan finished.

"Yea." You nodded. "Or at least have some closure. Sometimes just knowing- as much as it'd hurt. To know he is dead, would be better than to wait- to expect."

"I'll help you." His voice was soft- quiet. As if his words came out just above a whisper.

"Why?" You questioned.

Keegan stared, mouth opening and trying to speak but nothing coming out- his mind rushing a million miles a minute.

"Because you owe me?" You teased.

He releases a breath. "Yea, Princess. Because I owe you."

“Yes.” He breathes out- shattering the semblance of control he had on his firm, cold tone.

Your eyes are like fury- hatred, malice. Pain. “You promised.” You say it with such a conviction he nearly flinches back. Blinking once, twice- anger and bile rising back up in his throat.

Could you not see he was saving you? Blessing you? Fulfilling your stupid little promise? “I never said you’d come with me.” He replied.

He was saving you from him.

He can see the glassy haze on your eyes, putrid, vile, hatred.

The glint of your cloudy eyes against the moonlight. Gritty sand trapped in your eyelashes.

He pulls the mask over his face, and leaves without looking back.

[aiza-luna]

Assassin's Creed - Syndicate Drabble: Nightly Chat

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"You know? Maybe my stay in London won't be so bad after all..."

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Hello, Hello, everyone! This is Aiza here, once again, this time, bringing something a bit different... A little draft I did of my AC: Syndicate AU and showing a bit more of my OC for the game! I hope you guys enjoy it since is my first time posting a small writting of mine, here! 🥹🩵

Without further ado, let's go!

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The darkness of the London's sky was comforting... At least at that moment. The cool breeze hitted her face, moving her braid softly against the wind.

Her dark copper hair glowed under the faint moonlight that timidly shined through the dark clouds. The weather was always so dark, so cloudly... Was it because of the constant smokes coming from the factories? Or simply the natural disposition of London's climate? She couldn't tell...

She kept cleaning her blade. The red hankchief she carried helping to hide the blood trail. The silver-colored weapon returning to it's shimering with every stroke she performed in it.

"... Y así pasan los días

Y yo desesperando

Y tu, tu contestando

Quizás, quizás, quizás...

... Estas perdiendo el tiempo

Pensando, pensando

Por lo que mas tu quieras

Hasta cuándo, hasta cuándo..."

The woman started to hum idly as she completed her task, her voice was of a Mezzosoprano tone, singing in a melodic but quiet pace.

So immersed on her work, she didn't noticed the light steps approaching her by her back in the cold rooftop. And she would have imediatly draw her blade on the stranger's throat, if it wasn't for the voice she quickly recognized.

- What are you doing here, little Hoopoe? - Spoke a male voice with an english accent, to which made her lower her guard and turn to face him. She looked a bit startled, and annoyed, but relieved it was a familiar face.

- I just needed a moment for myself, Mr. Frye... - The Spanish woman started, raising an eyebrow at him. - ... What are you doing here? Do not tell me you were indulging on those pubs again. -

The woman asked, knowing the Assassin's habit of drinking with his gang members until the late hours. And considering their expantion over London has been quite succeful those days, she was pretty sure he had been out drinking.

Her only reply was a humorous laugh, as he standed besides her, looking down at her as she was sitted in the edge of the rooftop.

- Is that how you see me? As a drunk scoundrel that only 'indulges himself on those pubs'? I feel hurt. - Jacob asked with a sarcastic and playful tone, smirking as he watched the Spaniard's cheeks heat up and gain a faint shade of red, barely visible with her olive complexion and the dim light of the street lights.

- ... You know that is not what I meant... - Solange argued in a murmur, visibly embarassed to have possibly offended him and not following the proper politeness she was taught.

Jacob sitted besides her, taking a look in the view and then at her, before speaking again.

- And you still haven't awnser my question, little Hoopoe. - He pointed out, seeing how vague her reply was, and how strange it was to find her at that hour. It was usual for him and Evie to roam the streets at the late night, but Solange? She usually would spend her evenings indulging herself in those pompous (and awfully demanding) social events of the high-class.

- Wouldn't you preffer to spend your "time for yourself" in your aunt's estate? I believe a warm long bath and the bed of the guest's room would be much more enjoyable than feel the cold night wind while sitting in a dirty rooftop. - The British Assassin commented in a light manner, in his typical charming manner.

Always a charmer, always charismatic...

...Was he always like this? It was both irritating and heart-lighting... Solange envied how well would he take things. How he always had this smooth-talker way of dealing with everything. This captivating energy that neither She nor the Evie had.

- ... Believe me, Mr. Frye... Is nothing. - The Spanish Assassin commented in a serious tone, before sighing heavily. - Starrick's influence in the British court is more than we expected... -

She started with a more firm tone, making the British man frown besides her. - What did you found? -

Solange mimicked his face expression, looking at her blade.

- James Brownlow William Gascoyne-Cecil, the Marquess of Salisbury, is another noble that is joining the Templars. - The Spanish Lady informed, her expression more worried. - We also suspect Lord Wensleydale may be connected to Starrick. Not as a member, but as an ally... Two nobles and a Judge. -

The Assassin concluded worried, clearly impressed that would be more Templars inside the court than just the Earl of Cardigan.

- Starrick is securing his strings in the Parlament too. - Jacob concluded with a more serious and somber voice, the brunette only nodded.

- I believe Starrick also have plans for my uncle, Tía Desirée is trying to use that in her advantage to approach and discover their true intentions. - The Spanish Assassin explained her family's course of action, placing her red hankchief on her lap.

- But in all honesty? I just did not wish to take part in tonight's gathering...- She commented quietly, looking down at the streets. The other Assassin looked at her surprised.

- What? Why? I thought you enjoyed "spending the night dancing your fears always and hoping to find a gentleman to wed."- Jacob commented with a smile, remembering what he heard his partner-in-Creed commenting with her aunt while he and his sister visited their estate. Solange chuckled and held her hands together.

- You're correct. However, is not that I do not like the events, is just that... - The Spaniard started, but her voice died down, as did her gaze. Jacob looked at her, eager for her to continue her phrase. - ... My aunt was trying to find me another suitor. Edward Marjoribanks, the son of the Baron Tweedmouth. -

She revealed, sounding a bit more nervous. Jacob looked at her confused.

- Well, aren't those good news? - He asked, his voice still laced with puzzlement. - You wished for a suitor, doesn't that overjoy you? - The British asked, going straight to the point.

Sometimes, his directness was a bit disconcerting.

- Yes, it was... - Solange confirmed in a tensed tone, before she let out a deep sigh. -... I know I should not oppose to this, and heavens knows how lucky I am a man even try to show interest in me while being... Una defectuosa enferma. - She murmured the last part with bitterness, although despite being in her mother-tongue, by the frown on his face, it was clear Jacob had heard it as well, despite not understanding the words exactly, he could recognize the tone. - But I... I simply do not know. - The brunette concluded in agony.

Jacob frown, still not really understanding.

- You do not know if you wish to wed him? - He asked, and the girl nodded.

- Do not get me wrong, he seems like a good gentleman, but... I simply do not wish to marry him. - She stated in a sad tone. - I... I know a marriege with him would be of great help for the Assassins, and would help strenght our influence inside the Parlament, but I... - She started to explain her thoughts, until she was stopped.

By the Assassin besides her, that had a clear frown and a face of disapproval in his face.

- Oi! Listen to me - Jacob started, sounding weirdly serious. A jarring contrast of his usual carefree tone. - You do not have to marry some Boujee to help the Brotherhood! We can overthrow Starrick without locking you on a Marital Prison! - He stated. Despite his tone becoming a tid more playful in the end, she could still feel the seriousness of his words.

He mean it. He really meant every word he spoke... She didn't knew wether to feel touched by his concern for her opinion, or she pitied him for not knowing the prices of the high-class. Solange sighed once more.

- Mr. Frye, I appreacite your words, truly... - She started, her voice calm and collected as ever, despite her hint of sadness. -... But I know my responsabilities, as my status demand...-

- Solange. - He started, calling her by her name, knowing this would get her full attention. - Before being a Noble, before being an Assassin, you're a bloody person. - Jacob affirmed seriously, even if his tone was not harsh. But it was evident that he hated that.

He hated to see how much Solange would put herself down, beat herself for not fitting what was expected of her... And mostly importantly, he hated how she was ready to sacrifice herself to fullfil those expectations. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't.

- Please, listen to yourself. To what you are saying! Do you believe trapping youself to an unhappy relationship is worth it? We can fight Starrick, and we will free London. - Jacob said with confidence, as to inspire her. - You do not have to go to such limits for the sake of a "good alternative". -

She looked at him. For the first time, the honey-colored eyes met his hazel ones... And she smiled. A simple, timid but sincere smile. Despite the layers of make-up that covered her disease, her face seemed to glow in gratitude.

-... I can not run from courtship forever, Mr. Frye... - The Spanish Assassin argued, her tone sounding more soft, even relaxed, as she spoke now. Jacob smiled slightly, looking at the scenary.

- Why do you insist so much on this, Lady Cotoner? - The British Assassin asked, with curiosity in his voice. He knew noblewomen usually married off early, but the way she took it so desperatly, definetly felt a bit... Strange, to not say obssessive, to him. - Wouldn't you rather wait until our mission is over to look for a man to betrothed you? -

Solange's eyes quickly shifted towards the street, as she bit her bottom lip light, in a discreet nervous gesture.

- Yo... - She started, her tone hesitant and heavy. -... I'm not like the other ladies, Mr. Frye... - The brunette stated, her voice disappointed and quiet. -... I fear no men will desire to wed a woman like me, for something I carry. - She concluded in a short and simple manner, clearly not wanting to elaborate the topic further.

Jacob looked at her for a few moments in silence. He wanted to ask her more about this "thing" she "carried with her", but he could also feel how that bothered her... And he did not wished to make her uncomfortable. Specially at that hour.

- Lady Cotoner... - He started, his voice sounding understanding and sympathetic. - We may have only known each other for a few days, but, if I may say: I found you an incredibly capable and beautiful woman. - Jacob said, his tone full of sincerity and animosity. - I cannot imagine a man on his right mind, specially a noble one, rejecting your hand to be claimed. -

Despite their differences and personalities, Jacob admired Solange. The Spanish Lady was a kind, sweet soul as much as she was a deadly Assassin. Her devotion, her understanding nature, her curiosity... Jacob admired them. And he did considered the Spaniard a friend, despite not knowing if the feeling was mutual.

At his words, Solange looked at him surprised, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes bright in desbelief and flattering... Did he really mean it? She hoped, deep down, he did. That those weren't just words of consolation, but of sincere admirament.

Once again, she smiled a soft smile, a hint of blush in olive her cheeks by the flattering his words caused on her... Her expression softned.

- Thank you for your words, Mr. Frye... - She started, her elegant voice filled with gratitude for such caring words directed at her. Then, she stood up slowly, looking at the sky. -... We should better go, is getting late and we will continue our moviments early morning. - She stated casually, feeling the wind move her royal-blue coat and hood against it.

Jacob smiled, as he stood up, but he did not walked towards her.

- Will you meet us in the train? - He asked, already knowing the awnser. This was becoming a routine since they had defeated Keylock and as she introduced herself as another Assassin from the Spanish Brotherhood.

- Yes, as always. - Solange confirmed in a more content tone, standing in the edge of the rooftop, before turning slightly back towards him. - Oh, and Mr. Frye... - She started, catching the British's attention, as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her next words. - ... I also find you a capable Assassin... And a great leader. - The Spaniard stated in a warm tone, smiling to him, as she said "Good Night" and jumped off to another rooftop, running and moving in the night swiftly as a shadow.

Jacob smiled to himself, feeling the familiar cool breeze of London, and the smell of heavy smoke from the chimneys as he watched her disappear in the darkness of the night . - Good Night, little Hoope. -

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✨ CREDITS TIME! ✨

Writting Inspirations: @nemo-of-house-hamartia @thatcrazycrowgirl

Images: From Pinterest.

Characters:

• Master Assassin Solange Cotoner (OC by Yours Truly 🩵)

• Master Assassin Jacob Frye (By Ubisoft)

Universe: Assassin's Creed Syndicate (By Ubisoft)

Themes: Nightly talk, friendly-chat, historical references, just two (future lovers) having a light talk, self-esteem issues hinted, begining of the Syndicate story.

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Thank you so much for reading! 🩵

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[gamerbearmira]

I haven't heard nor Cloudly-moonlight text me back, since she posted her thoughts, I hope she ok

I’ll see if I can message her <3

[aeshnalacrymosa]

For fic writer ask

🍲 🍣 🍱

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

When I was 13, my best friend at the time introduced me to the concept of fanfiction. I was a bigger bookworm then than I am now, and the idea that I could be a writer who can share stories that others may enjoy was new and exciting to me. I didn't post my first fanfic until after college, and I was 20. But I did spend my whole childhood drawing outlandish and fanciful "comics" in anime style (and woefully unaware of manga) shaping the kinds of stories I wanted to read and write.

🍣 What helps you focus get into the mood to write?

MUSIC, hands down. I listen to different kinds of music depending on the mood. Lately, my go-to music is ambient or post-rock. For Encanto fics specifically, I tend to gravitate toward Colombian traditional or pop music to get a feel of the setting. But I occasionally also listen to Catholic hymns when my writing drifts toward religious themes, which it often does. I notice that I am able to concentrate better with music without lyrics, and if they have lyrics, I prefer Spanish, Ladino, or Latin. If I understand the lyrics (i.e. they're in English or Filipino), I lose concentration. LOL

🍱 Do you read your own fics?

Yes, and I enjoy reading them. When I post a new fic, sometimes I read it repeatedly, just savoring having written something nice.

These questions were fun to answer. Thanks, @cloudly-moonlight !

[naoko-world]

Aaww thanks! Seems fun! Though I stopped having the premium so now because of the rules of the free Spotify I have to mainly listen to playlists or to an album.

Put your "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and share the first 10 songs 🎵

1. Ready as I'll ever be - The Tangled series

2. The other side - The greatest showman

3. Show yourself - Frozen 2

4. I've got a dream - Frozen

5. Surface pressure - Encanto ofc

6. My grand plan - The lightning thief

7. D.O.A - The lightning thief

8. Stronger than ever before - The Tangled series (praying for the next to not come from a musical... I mean, there are some in the On repeat playlist 😭)

9. Turn it down - OR30 (well I guess this one doesn't come from a musical... But it's an Encanto inspired song 😭)

10. Good kid - The lightning thief (... F-)

Well I guess that's it! Tagging (no pressure) @aeshnalacrymosa @redcookies-bestcookies @sorryiwasasleep @fireopals @immabethehero @panbelle @emberkyrlee @aishabellasbigblogofeverything @cloudly-moonlight

Music Shuffle aka Snooping on Your Playlist

Thanks for the tag @risingphoenix761 ❤️

Put your “on repeat” playlist on shuffle and share the first 10 songs then tag 10 people 🎶

1. Taylor Swift “Bad Blood”

2. Megan Thee Stallion “Bigger In Texas”

3. FKA Twigs “Video Girl”

4. Flo Milli “Weak”

5. Sabrina Carpenter “Taste”

6. Luther Vandross & Mariah Carey “Endless Love”

7. Miley Cyrus “Used to be Young”

8. Megan Thee Stallion “Cobra”

9. Cardi B “Enough (Miami)”

10. Megan Thee Stallion “Hiss”

No pressure tags @afriendlyblackhottie @princessmisery666 @cocoamoonmalfoy @evansrogerskitten @genevievedarcygranger @jdmorganz @kellyn1604 @londoncapsule @blackleatherjacketz @cockslutpadalecki

[toon-tales]

For @cloudly-moonlight (I'm genuinely sorry this is late, took me a while to get Agustín concept art)

Glowy Madrigals!

[songmingisthighs]

[15.08] badboy!seonghwa × reader

⇀ had you known that's why he confessed, would you have accepted him ? Or smack his annoyingly perfect face with your laptop ?

⇁ part 1 / 2

⇁ prologue part 1 / 2 / 3

Things had gone great between you and Seonghwa. You and he would often meet at your dorm or at the diner at least three times a week.

You'd ask him why you both never hung at his dorm but his answer was that he doesn't want the boys to disturb your 'quality time'.

Normally you'd question answers like that, but the way he looks at you and holds your hand made you forget why you even wanna ask that in the first place.

But like all things, everything dissipates with time.

Nearing the end of the semester, group projects lessen and solo assignments accumulate which put a strain between your and Seonghwa's hangout time. You've tried convincing him that you both can hang out whilst doing your solo assignments but you remembered how his eyes trailed after a girl as you spoke at one of your last hangouts at the diner.

Seems like he's lost interest in you too.

Which, it sure hurts, but you both were never official and neither had verbally confirmed to the other about their feelings. It sucks.

But you power through.

You pretend that his silence during class's group discussion didn't affect you, you pretend that when he immediately pack up his stuff to leave the class and only throwing you a polite smile didn't make your heart wrench, you pretend that him ghosting you didn't make you feel both embarrassed and angry at the same time.

You're light and breezy.

Heck, you're so light and breezy, you still go to that diner every Friday all alone. And it's not because you had hoped to see one particular man.

Even though you did.

When he was on a date with some girl who's obviously very pretty.

On the booth you both had 'claimed' as 'your booth' without ever verbally saying it.

"Hi, excuse me," a voice broke your train of thoughts.

You look up from your book to see a really handsome man standing in front of you with a smile on his face. He looks very handsome, definitely mixed-race, and he has this chill aura on him that is honestly refreshing to you.

"Sorry to bother you, but can I sit here?" He asked. You look around to see that there are a lot of other places left in the library where he could've sat.

Sensing your apprehension, the man raised both of his hands, "I'm not a creep or a weirdo, I'm just very particular about where I work,"

He's got a point. So you just nodded, "sure, it's not my table or anything anyways, you could've just taken a seat without asking my permission," he shrugged as he put his things across you, "I mean sure, but you seemed like you don't wanna be bothered and this particular spot has the best walking distance to anywhere at all and plus the secret charging port? Genius," he said, grinning proudly.

You raised your eyebrows at him, "you seem to know your way around the table, mister..." you trailed off to which he immediately caught on, "Hansol, Choi Hansol, but my friends calls me Vernon," he held his hand out for you to shake, "(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and why Vernon?" "My english name, I'm half American,"

And with that, you got yourself a new friend.

Vernon is a computer science major, and the other thing major about him is his nerdiness. And his hotness. Which is a ridiculous combination.

Ever since that day in the library, you both somehow find the other popping up everywhere. Just a day after your first meeting in the library, he came into the café you part-timed at. He came in to order 13 drinks and several pastries, shocking you at first but then he told you he lives in a frat house with 12 other guys and that he's not a caffeine addict.

Then you both bonded over the many sessions in the library which eventually venture out to sitting together during lunch, and then suddenly you both started meeting outside campus.

And this did not go unnoticed by Seonghwa.

"Hey, Seonghwa, how well do you know (Y/N)?" Hongjoong asked, breaking Seonghwa's glare on you and Vernon from all the way across the cafeteria.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at him, "(Y/N) from my statistics class?" As if he hadn't considered you as something more at some point, "I'd say well enough as a groupmate, why?" He asked back.

Hongjoong nodded towards you and Vernon with his chin, "Vernon there saw you both working together and he wants to make sure he won't be stepping on anyone's toes when he's making a move on her,"

At that moment, Seonghwa almost choked on his fries. Too surprised with the fact that you've possibly moved on from him so quickly.

It's only been a month and a half since you both stopped hanging out outside of obligation.

Hearing that made his blood boil and he's pretty sure it's not jealousy. Most likely territorialism. HE took interest in you first waaaaay before Vernon did.

The smile and laugh you give Vernon was supposed to be for him. He used to make you laugh so hard at any stupid pun he concocted in his head. No matter how stupid it is nor how much it doesn't make any sense.

To be completely honest, he didn't know why he pulled away from you in the first place. He had been so comfortable with you, never once had he ever let his guard down and just be carefree, not even with his closest friends.

He needs to get you back to him.

No matter what.

So he made his move the next time you both had statistics again.

Unlucky for him though, the professor decided to not have any group discussion that day which threw Seonghwa's plan out the window. But thankfully he still remembered your schedule, you don't have any class after statistics which means you'd be grabbing a simple lunch before your part-time job starts until 8 pm.

So he waited patiently for the bell to ring.

Legs bouncing in anticipation as his eyes flit towards the clock every five minutes.

When the professor finally dismissed the class (10 minutes later than he's supposed to, as per usual), he immediately put all his belongings back in his bag and ran after you. Somehow you've mastered the art of cleaning up quickly over the month and a half without him.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" Seonghwa called.

You stopped in your tracks and turn your head to see Seonghwa jogging towards you with that stupid, charming smile on his face.

Damn his good looks.

"Yeah? Is there something wrong?" you asked him when he caught up to you. He raised an eyebrow at you, confused as to why you'd think there'd be anything wrong.

"Ah!" you suddenly exclaimed, "Is this about my part of the presentation? Don't worry, I'm close to finishing it, I should be able to compile it in the PPT tonight by... 9.30-ish? I have to finish my shift at the café," you explained.

He chuckled at you, deep voice that you oh so missed ringing in your ears, "wha- no, (Y/N), I'm not here to talk about our project, I just wanna... talk with you," he said, tilting his head to the side slightly. It somehow made him look both hot and cute at the same time. Which doesn't make sense.

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him while crossing your arms, "why? No offence, Seonghwa, but you've kinda been blowing me off for the past month and a half now, what makes you think I'd have anything to talk with you about?"

Those words coming out of your mouth shocked him. It's not like he didn't expect some apprehension from you, but hostility? Boy, you must've been really affected by his shitty doings.

"I-I- no, (Y/N), I haven't been blowing you off," bullshit, even he knows that, "I've just been really-" "really... what? Absent? Ghosty? Hot and cold? Whatever it is, Seonghwa, you don't owe me any explanation," you tried your best to not roll your eyes at him because honestly, how dare he blew you off and now acting like he didn't whilst hoping you don't notice what he has been doing.

What did he take you for? One of his brainless bimbos?

Surprised at your words, Seonghwa was left stunned. You waited for a solid 10 seconds for him to say something. Anything.

Literally, how hard is it to say sorry?

Realizing he wouldn't realize what he's supposed to do, you just shook your head at him, "I'll finish inputting and editing my part by tonight, I'll see you in class next week, Seonghwa," you said before walking away.

You would've thought that he'd take the hint and go back to ignoring you.

But now, of course not. He's stubborn and he plays by his own rules. It's an understatement to say that you were shocked when you saw him entering the café nearing the end of your shift.

Despite the shock of seeing him, you pretended like nothing's wrong and do what you're supposed to do to any other customer as per usual.

Heck, you'd give yourself a pat on the back, head, and butt for being so calm whilst handling Seonghwa. You managed to keep that "strictly professional" smile on your face as you take his orders, you didn't fumble when he made small talks as you typed in his orders into the computer (like really, who the heck said "good thing tonight's not cloudly, love the moonlight," ??), and you didn't flinch when your hands accidently touch as you hand him his strawberry frappucino.

Yes, the badboy strictly and secretly drink sweet, fruity drinks.

You'd thought that his presence was merely a coincidence. As he waited in his table, you had assumed that he's waiting for some girl (who isn't you, sadly) so all you wanna do is run out of there as soon as you can.

"Hey, Jaemin," you called your co-worker who's in the middle of sipping his 6 shot americano at 8 pm, "I'm gonna head out, okay? Think you can hold the fort until Yena's here? She said she has to turn in an assignment, that's why she's late,"

Jaemin just rolled his eyes at you, "(Y/N), I'm drinking coffee that's powerful enough to paralyze a horse, I can definitely handle the slow Wednesday night crowd," he said sarcastically to which you laugh.

After getting your things from your locker in the back room, you proceed to go out through the front door.

Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa had followed behind.

You were only several steps away from the café when suddenly Seonghwa caught up to you and grab your hand.

Knowing that it's quite late and it's dark, Seonghwa should've known better. You honestly only feel slightly bad for punching his chest.

Slightly.

Like 2%.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Seonghwa you scared the devil out of me!" You exclaimed after realizing that it was just him, pulling your hand away from his grip. He coughed, trying to ease oxygen back to his lungs after you had brutally knocked them out.

"Guess I deserved that," he coughed out, but he was smirking as if he's amused by your attack, "sorry, I was just- I need to talk to you," he said, looking at you pleadingly.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that for the past month and a half, Seonghwa, you seemed just about done with me," you said while crossing your arms, your expression showing nothing but disdain at him. He seems to feel remorse after seeing how you looked at him. Never once did you showed any negativity nor hostility to him during the time you both spent together.

Seonghwa didn't really know what made him pull away from you. All he was sure of is that he felt something so strongly about you to the point that it scared him so much. He never felt the need to be with someone as much as when he was with you. He found himself thinking about you when you're both not together, he found himself only focusing on you and nothing else when you both are together, and he found his vulnerabilities open for you to access.

It scared him to hell and back when he realizes that there is a possibility of him wanting something more from you.

With you.

The man before you sighed, "I... Have no excuse for how I acted recently but believe me when I said that I regret pulling myself away from you because I'm scared, you're too good to and for someone like me, you deserve the best and I wanna be the best for you," he stepped closer to take both your hands in his, his eyes were genuine which rendered you incapable of being too mad at him, "I wish I could rewind the time and take back what I did, I never should have pulled away from you, I should have just told you the truth," he said.

For a second, he forgot about his image and he just let whatever he was feeling out, he wanted to make sure that you understand how he truly feels.

Both of you stood in silence, just staring at each other as he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand. With the way you're staring at him now, he was sure that your initial resolve had completely melted.

But suddenly from his peripheral vision, he saw Vernon coming out of a bookstore across the road and was looking around.

Remembering what prompted him to get closer to you again, he pulled you in close into his arms, a hand to your cheek and lips just centimetres away from his.

"So? Would you please give me another chance to show you how much you mean to me? Not as just some guy from your statistics class," his words made you chuckle and roll your eyes, "but as your boyfriend," he said before he could stop himself.

Your eyes widened, "m-me? With y-you? Boyfriend and girlfriend?" you choked out, not believing your ears in the first place. You wanted to make sure that he's not kidding, making a joke or making a fool out of you.

Instead of answering, however, he simply leaned in and places his lips softly on yours. The kiss was sweet, it conveyed how much he wants and misses you. For some reason it made you feel comforted, he feels like home and his arms makes you feel safe.

So then and there, you kiss him back as a form of an answer to him.

When you both finally pull away, you both could see dumb smiles decorating the other's face, proof of happiness over what just happen.

Remembering that you're in the middle of the road and there are people around you, you pulled away from his arms first but reached to tangle your hand in his.

"Come on, I believe I owed my groupmate my part of the presentation," you started as you walk, pulling him with you.

But as you walk, you turn your head at him to throw a flirty smirk, "boyfriend" you said, making him grin so wide, it could rival a Cheshire cat.

Maybe you and he isn't a bad idea at all.

All you can do now is hope that he won't break you.

[cloudly-moonlight]

Can you write where Agustin and Mirabel speak french in front of the family during dinner.

I headcanon him that he can speak french and taught Mirabel in secret.

Sure, the bold are in French and the curved brackets are in English so please excuse my mistakes ToT

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The aroma of Abuela’s famous arroz con pollo usually had Mirabel’s stomach rumbling before she even reached the dining room. Tonight, however, the vibrant scents did little to penetrate the knot of anxiety twisting in her gut, she was late, again, a flurry of apologies had fallen on deaf ears as she slipped into her seat next to her father, Agustín, the last to arrive.

The dining room, usually a cacophony of boisterous laughter and overlapping conversations, was buzzing with a festive but restrained energy, it was Abuela Alma’s birthday, and despite the joyous occasion, a certain level of decorum was expected.

Isabela was twirling a perfectly formed rose, Dolores was subtly tapping her fingers against the table, Camilo was already halfway through his second plate, Antonio was feeding his jaguar, Bruno was chatting with Pepa and Félix, Luisa looked relieved at the chance to finally rest.

Mirabel picked at her food, her stomach still tight with the sting of Abuela’s earlier reprimand. "Mirabel, you must try to be more punctual,��� Alma had said, her voice sharper than usual. "We all have our roles to play, and you, too, must learn to respect the family’s schedule."

The words, while not unexpected, had landed heavier today, making the typically comforting atmosphere of the dinner table feel less like home and more like a stage.

As the family chatter washed around her, Mirabel felt a familiar sense of isolation, she watched her mother, Julieta, smile at her, a silent offer of comfort, but Mirabel looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

She felt like a shadow, a faint echo in a room brimming with brilliance, she barely registered the family’s back-and-forth until she heard her father’s voice, but the words were different, unexpected.

"Ma douce fille, je vois que tu ne manges pas, as-tu perdu l'appétit (My sweet daughter, I see you not eating, did you lost your appetite)

Agustín asked, his tone gentle, his eyes holding a depth of concern that only Mirabel seemed to notice.

Mirabel’s eyes widened, her gaze snapping to his french, he had spoken and taught her in French, it was a small, secret language they shared, a world away from the Spanish spoken in the Encanto, It had started when Mirabel was a child, Agustín teaching her phrases from his mother's side of the family.

It had become their refuge, a comfortable unspoken understanding.

She quickly lowered her gaze to her plate, trying to maintain composure despite the surprise surging through her, she had not expected him to use their language.

"je n'ai plus faim, papa." (I'm not hungry anymore, dad.)

she replied softly, her voice barely audible above the family’s hum, she felt a small flicker of warmth bloom in her chest at the familiarity of the language, the secret shared between them.

Agustín’s brow furrowed slightly, a silent question in his gaze, he knew, without her saying it, that the 'not really hungry' was more than just a lack of appetite, he'd seen the way Alma had spoken to her, the subtle but unmistakable disapproval that wrapped around Mirabel like a heavy cloak, he reached out with his own hand to gently squeeze hers under the table, a silent reassurance.

"N'écoute pas ce vieux grincheux, tu es plus que tu ne le penses, tu es une merveille." (Don't listen to that old grinch, you are more than you know, you are a wonder.)

Mirabel nodded her head, still feeling sad but smiled a bit, the shunning, slander all taking a troll on her, there are times she has dark thoughts, wanting to leave the family, especially her grandma who made her feel like she never done enough.

"Elle me fait me sentir sans valeur, qu'est-ce que je fais de mal, papa, j'ai tout fait pour la famille mais pourtant je suis sur le chemin.." (She makes me feel worthless, what am I doing wrong, dad, I did everything for the family but yet I'm in the way.)

Agustín frowns, he sees it all, the way her sister treated her, Alma treats her, everyone else is busy in their own time, his wife is always cooking in the kitchen, no one takes breaks, only on special occasion.

"Tu ne fais rien de mal, c'est ta grand-m��re… elle a tort." (You are doing nothing wrong, it's your grandma.. she's in the wrong.)

The conversation continued around them, oblivious to the exchange happening in a language they didn’t understand, Mirabel felt a little less isolated, the knot in her stomach loosening slightly, her father, in his quiet way, was seeing her, acknowledging her in a way that no one else had today, the French words, spoken in hushed tones, were more powerful than any grand gesture.

He glanced at his daughter untouch food and looked at her with an small smile.

"Voulez-vous partir et faire un pas dehors, nous pouvons rester dehors aussi longtemps que vous le souhaitez." (Wanna leave and take a step outside, we can stay outside as long you want.)

Mirabel quickly nodded her head, standing up fast, almost falling down, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"S'il vous plaît, je n'en peux plus, j'ai besoin de respirer." (Please, I can't take it no more, I need to breathe.)

Agustin placed a gentle hand on her arm, sending a jolt of warmth through her, he stood up, a quiet request escaping his lips. "Excuse me, Everyone, Mirabel and I are going to step away for a bit."

He didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t offer explanations, he just turned, his hand lightly guiding Mirabel as they walked towards the archway that lead out of the dining room, the family, temporarily silenced by Agustin’s unusual departure, watched them leave.

They reached the bench, a weathered wooden structure that had witnessed countless sunsets and moonlit nights, it sat beside the stream, where the water tumbled over smooth stones, its liquid voice a constant, calming presence, they settled onto it in a comfortable silence, their limbs finding their accustomed places, the stream flowed past, a ribbon of silver in the moonlight, reflecting the sky above in shimmering shards.

"Merci papa." (Thank you dad.)

"À tout moment, petit." (Anytime, little one.)

At this moment, they both stayed outside a bit longer, continue to speak in french.

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And done, I tried my best, I haven't wrote in a while which why am slowly getting back to writing.

[dreamescapeswriting]

The Time Traveler ~ KNJ [Request]

↱↱↱Word Count: 3.3K

↱↱↱Genre: AU! Time Travel AU! Fluffy

↱↱↱Pairing: Time Traveller!Namjoon x Modern!Reader

↱↱↱A/N: For reference this is set in 1858! I had a lot of fun writing this and yall have turned me into a soft bitch by making me write fluff so be prepared when I come at you with HARD ANGST without happy endings. That being said, I love you all

It was just another dark night in the lab for Namjoon the only thing lighting up his workspace was the moonlight peaking through the basement window and the small flicking candle that was sitting at the edge of his desk, he'd been working so hard on trying to get his product right all week and it was getting close to the night he was supposed to be presenting it to his boss. The thought had come to him in a dream and he was doing his best to get everything to work correctly,

"Goodnight Namjoon," Jin called from the top of the basement stairs, Namjoon didn't even bother giving him a message back, he was too focused on the wristwatch in his hand. Jin was one of the other inventors that worked in the building but were lucky enough to have a ground floor office instead of the basement that Namjoon was forced into. If it'd worked everything out correctly in his notebook of wonders the watch would work perfectly alongside the giant clock that was centred in the middle of town and he'd become a rich inventor as he had always dreamed as a kid and he'd finally have an office out of the basement. His head turned to look out of the small window and he looked at the clock,

"8:20 pm." He said to himself turning the hands on the small wristwatch to the right time before clicking the button into place and all of a sudden there was a breeze rushing through the basement, Namjoon's head looked from left to right trying to determine where the wind was coming from when there was a flash of bright green light and his vision went cloudly. Everything around him was blurring around him but he was stood in place, people rushed around him but in blurs of vision. The building crumbling around him only to be built back up around him in the blink of an eye, he had no idea what was happening but before he could wrap his head around it everything slowed down and his vision returned back to normal. He was standing in the same basement only this time there were strange fittings on the wall, they looked like small candles but they didn't burn when he touched them.

"I'll be right up there Lady Katherine- Ah! Who-How?!" Your voice came out scared and Namjoon shook his head as he took in your appearance you looked like no one he'd ever seen before. You were wearing pants and they were a fabric that Namjoon hadn't ever seen, you were also sporting a white long coat with a badge on the front with what he assumed was your name on the front.

"Can I help you?" Your voice came out more calm than before and you walked into the room,

"Where am I?" Namjoon questioned as you walked over to a set of drawers and began looking around inside of them,

"My office, what's your name?" You questioned going over to him with a small pen-like object in your hand, he was so confused by everything going on around him. This was his office from what he could remember and yet here you were, a lady, telling him that it was your office.

"Kim Namjoon, w-what is that?" You flashed a light in his eye and he dove backwards hitting a small bed that was behind his legs, he sat down and you sighed going over to him and tilting his head around. His heart began thumping when your hand came into contact with his skin, he'd never been like this around a woman before and now here he was practically nose to nose with you as you stared down into his eyes.

"You must have bumped your head or something, do you hurt anywhere?" You questioned letting go of his head and taking out a small notebook which you got from a pocket in your white coat.

"No, I just...What year is this?" You looked up at him and blinked at him, wondering if he was serious or if this was some kind of joke from the doctors upstairs.

"If this is some kind of joke I'm not in the mood, I have a school full of kids waiting for me and I don't want them to get sick." Namjoon frowned as you spoke so openly and freely like this, he was clearly in another time for if a woman spoke like this in 1858 she'd be thrown into the kitchen but he liked it. He liked that you were so open and honest with him it was like a breath of fresh air, he stared a little longer into your eyes and he realised how beautiful they were.

"S-Sorry, no. No joke, I just I don't know where I am or what year this is...I know this used to be my office but I'm not sure what happened." You stared into his dark brown eyes as you tried to decipher if this was some kind of elaborate prank. The doctors in the offices above you all thought you were a joke anyway so sending someone to prank you wouldn't be totally out of the question, since they hated what you were doing there. You were giving free health care to anyone that might need it, you were a skilled doctor, nurse and minor surgeon - for things like cuts, scrapes, small wounds but nothing large and they hated it. Their way of working was getting all of the money they could from people who didn't have a lot to give.

"You must have seriously hurt your head, here...I erm...I don't feel comfortable leaving you here so you're gonna come with me to the school. I'll keep an eye on you there okay?" Namjoon nodded at you,

"You're in 2020 by the way, and I'm Dr Y/l/n, you can just call me Y/n though I don't really like being called Dr." You laughed nervously, there was no point in lying to yourself by saying the man wasn't good looking because he was, he looked like God's hard carved him in stone and sent him down to torture everyone.

"Your clothes, we might want to do something about them." He was dressed in an old victorian style coat, suit trousers and a waistcoat.

"My clothes? Look at yours, you're wearing pants!" He exclaimed still a little shocked that you were wearing something that wasn't a full-length gown with a petticoat,

"Well, here in 2020 women can wear whatever they want and do whatever they want." You patted his shoulder and that's when you noticed the time on your watch,

"Oh shit, we don't have time. You'll have to come in those. If anyone asks you're a street performer who had a head injury." Although he didn't know what most of the words meant he nodded along with you and got up from the bed, following you up the familiar set of stairs but coming out onto a different set of halls. Instead of the usual six doors that lined the floor, there were three doors, a flight of stairs and what he assumed was more doors up there.

"This way," You whispered grabbing a bag from in front of the door and walking out onto the front doorstep,

"Sneaking off with clients, are we? Maybe you have lost your mind, you should have just stuck with medical school darling!" You rolled your eyes slamming the door behind you,

"Who was that?"

"The man who owns the building rents it out to scumbag doctors who rob people blind." Namjoon nodded and watched as you walked over to a small automobile, he only knew what it was because he'd seen something of similar design within Jimin's notebook back home.

"Get in," You laughed as he stared at the car with wide eyes, you started up the engine and began driving in the direction of the old Catholic Church,

"This place has been standing for years 162 years, my great, great, great, great- Well you get the idea, Grandmother used to work here as a nun. Always looking after the children the church took in." You said as you pulled into a line of traffic,

"162 years ago?" He thought on what you had said,

"Would be around 1858? 1859? My maths is a little funky." You laughed nervously, although you'd only just met him he had the ability to make you more nervous than anyone you'd ever met before, you weren't even this nervous when it came to your exams.

"162 years!" Namjoon yelled almost making you swerve the car, he stared down at his wristwatch and stared at the time, and then at the small clock that was on your car the numbers flashing 20:34 pm.

"You're really not okay, are you? I promise I'll take a proper look when we get to the church." He shook his head and started rambling on about how he was from the future, that the watch on his wrist was what he had invented in 1858 and he was from the past.

"Okay...You're really scaring me." You whispered not knowing what to do, you could have picked up anyone and now you had them in your car.

The nun that was staring at you was starting to freak you out, you'd been looking over one of the boys while you left Namjoon in the corner of the room to wait for you.

"What?" You questioned looking away from Jimmy and up to her face, there was something about a Nun that made you want to confess everything you'd ever done in life even if the things you had done weren't sins.

"He looks familiar, are you dating?" You scoffed at her and rolled your eyes,

"No, I'm looking after him." You tapped Jimmy on the shoulder and he walked away and straight over to Namjoon, you and the sister turned to watch Namjoon. He had a group of boys all sitting around him and listening to whatever he was saying,

"Been telling them stories about this place, said he knows about them first hand...He's crazy." You laughed at the sister and she walked away from you, you made your way over to Namjoon wanting to hear what he was saying about the church.

"We had the first can opener in 1858, not to mention my best friend Jin began inventing lights." You folded your arms over your chest as you listened to what he was saying, he seemed to be fully convinced on every detail he was telling you.

Namjoon watched from the corner of the room as you pushed a pair of glasses onto your face and began cleaning up a wound on someone's knee, you somehow looked more beautiful than before and he wanted to speak to you. He'd had nothing on his mind except you all night, he'd been planning on asking you out until he realised he wasn't from his time and he had no idea where he could even take you. Then thoughts of how he would ever get home came to his mind,

"Y/n!" Both of you looked up to see a nun calling you over,

"Hobi, go and sit with Namjoon. He'd got some awesome stories." The little boy nodded and rushed over to Namjoon while you went to greet the sister that had called you over. When Hobi reached Namjoon he noticed how much he resembled another one of his friends back home,

"I'm Jung Hoseok," The little boy couldn't have been any older than 10 and he must have been related to the man that Namjoon once knew.

"Nice to meet you, Kim Namjoon." They shook hands but namjoon's mind kept wondering as to where you had gone, you were no longer in the room you were all gathered in.

"What is it, Sister?" You asked as she dragged you through a series of hallways and into a confessionary room,

"I have nothing to confess." You said quickly as you noticed the confession box she was leading you towards, she rolled her eyes at you and pulled you into a backroom.

"Here...I knew I knew his face!" She pulled out an old dusty photo album and began flicking through the pages until she found what she was looking for. Sitting there in the middle of the page was a black and white photo of the building you worked in, sitting in front of it were seven men all dressed in the same style of clothes Namjoon was wearing.

"Inventors Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Jeon Jungkook and Kim Namjoon." You read out as you ripped the photo from the album, Namjoon was the spitting image of the Namjoon in the photograph but it was impossible...No one could time travel, the wristwatch hadn't even been invented in 1858 it was invented in 1868 and even if it was...Why would he come to 2020?

"Can I borrow this?" As soon as the nun nodded you practically sprinted from the room and over to Namjoon who was talking to the children,

"Mr Kim, can I speak with you for a second?" The kids all protested and you took him out to an empty hallway and showed him the photograph and pointed the man that looked like him out to him.

"I remember this! We'd just gotten the new building after Jungkook blew up our first one." You stared up at him as you realised that all of what he'd been telling the children was true and what he'd told you in the car was true.

"You're really from the past?" He nodded and looked at you, sliding the photo back into your hand.

"How did you-"

"I invented this," He pulled up his wrist in front of your face and you stared at it, it was just like an ordinary wristwatch,

"What time did you set it to?" You questioned, the watch had no year or date on so you assumed it would only work by time.

"8:20 pm." You nodded, you understood how it had worked to get him here but no the mechanics behind it, you were smart but you weren't time travel and expanding the universe kind of smart.

"I want to go home." He told you as he looked away from the watch,

"Well, I would start by setting the time to-"

"No...I want you to come with me." Your heart started to pound against your chest as though it was trying to leap out and connect with his,

"You don't even know me, I don't know you-"

"We know enough, I know you're a wonderful doctor who is doing so much for people here who don't deserve it...You can come back with me....Make a real change in the world, become some of the first female doctors to make a positive change." The longer you stared into his eyes the more appealing it sounded to you, you had no one here. You were alone in the world, your family had all died when you were younger so it's not as if you had anyone to miss.

"But the kids-"

"Will be just fine without you Y/n, you've taught a lot of us how to do things we never thought we could do without a doctor." You looked over your shoulder to see the same Nun who had given you the photograph,

"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity...Think of the stories you'll have to tell people when you get to 1858...You could write books about it," She joked and looked at Namjoon as if she was trying to read his mind.

"He is of pure heart, you are of pure heart. Go for it." You smiled softly at her and gave her the photograph back,

"Life is an adventure go and live it." She kissed your forehead and you walked over to Namjoon,

"Is that a yes?" You nodded but then yelled no, rushing out of the hall only to come back a couple of seconds later with the huge bag you'd brought with you.

"Ready." Namjoon linked your hands and you felt a jolt run up and down your body, Namjoon blushed as he looked down at you with a smile.

"So turn it to this," You began turning the hands on his watch so it would say '6:58' or in digital time 18:58 and Namjoon clicked the button. The breeze came first and then the flash, you watched in awe as the building around you began to change. Your hand gripped Namjoon's tightly as the building caught fire and was put back out building itself back up once again, everything was too fast for you to begin to process and just like that it was over. You were standing hand in hand in the middle of the same church hall,

"Come on, we should get you back before people see you." You looked down at the floor, it was tiled differently, the halls were lit with candles and you heard footsteps.

"Quickly." Namjoon laughed dragging you through the door and out into the streets, horses were lined up everywhere and the only thing that was lighting up was the moon and bright lanterns on poles.

Namjoon brought you down into the basement where he'd invented the watch and looked up at the clock tower, in your time you'd moved 3 hours in front and the same here, everything was so new and wonderful.

"I just- We just-" He nodded as you tried to process everything that had happened.

"Travelled in time?" He finished and you dropped the bag of items onto the floor,

"I'm in the past...I'm in the 1800s?!" Your voice didn't seem panicked, which was good because you weren't. You were excited to be there so excited that you grabbed Namjoon by the lapels and kissed him passionately, he was shocked at first but he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to his body.

"You're going to make a real change here," He whispered pulling back from you and running his hand over your cheek, you smiled at him and looked around.

"Though we are going to have to something about your clothes." You laughed as you remembered saying the same thing to him in your office back home.

The sister looked down at the photograph with a fond smile, her wrinkled fingers gracing over the image of seven inventors and a female doctor standing in front of a building, 'Inventors Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon and Doctor Y/n Y/l/n.'

"They look so happy." A voice said from behind her, she turned around slowly to see a man standing there with a smile on his face,

"You're late," She laughed turning the page over to reveal another series of photographs of the same group of people, only this time gathered at Kim Namjoon and Y/n Kim's wedding, all smiling at whoever was taking the photograph.

"They were though, very happy. Young and in love." The man smiled as he got closer to her, wondering how she knew all of that from one photo but that was a secret she was never going to tell anyone. If anyone heard what she had in her mind they'd think she was crazy, time-travelling doctors from the 1800s? They'd have her locked up. She stared down at the photo of the Y/n she used to know so well, smiling widely at the camera, a bouquet was in the air flying towards a group of females and young children are trying to catch it. The moment looked perfect and Y/n looked happier than the Nun had ever seen her before. 

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Ashes of the Phoenix

Zen: Huh I though RTS would be pubished

Me: Not this month this is AOP and The Sitcom only.

Yin: O...K?

Me: Plus with the sequel still in planning for RTS I need to forcus on the two that are newer.

?: Aww sweet!

? 2: Behind her* She does care!

Me: GET THE FUCK OUT.

Chapter 2- Them...

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 

           Knocked out on the ground was Hato. Around him was his father, Satori, Heisu, and Haruki. Satori looks at her father. 

           "Will he be alright??" she asks. Her father pats her back. "Have faith, you three. Your siblings don't die or give in easily…" he says. 

           He walks over, kneels to Hato, and pets his white hair. "We'll have to leave you soon…please watch your sister…". 

           Hato unconsciously grabs a familiar haori snapping his eyes; he sees his father's haori with Zen with a bamboo muzzle on her mouth wrapped in it. 

           "Your awake." Says a familiar voice. Hato instantly sits up and hugs Zen to his chest. In front of him is Eita standing with his arms crossed. 

           "Head down the mountain and find a mountain called Fenikkusu Mountain. Then look for a black-haired man wearing a crow mask. He may help you with your quest. Keep your twin out of the sun. She can die from the sunlight.  She should be fine as it is cloudly Safe travels." Says Eita as he zooms away. 

           Hato looks at his sleeping twin with a smile. 

           ~Later~

           Hato says his prayers mentally at the burials of his four deceased family members. Zen stares at the tombs sadly. Hato pulls out the flower crown Haruki gave him just yesterday and places it on the grave of Haruki. Hato says his goodbyes, grabbing his twin's hand, and begins to run to an area where she would be safe. 

           After running down the mountain, Hato guides Zen to a cave and puts her there. "Alright, Zen, stay here. I'm going to find something, alright?" asks Hato. 

           Zen looks at him and nods. Hato gets up and goes to look for something to carry her in. After walking around, he sees a basket and bamboo, and a cloth. He runs up the duo gardening.

           "Excuse me, sir! Can I have the bamboo, basket, and cloth?" asks Hato, a curious glint in his eyes. 

           The man turns to Hato. "Sure for what good it'll do you. It's covered with small holes." He says. 

           Hato smiles. "It'll work. How much do you want for it?" 

           "It's free. Go on ahead and grab it."

           Hato pulls his wallet out and grabs a few coins. "Let me pay for it."

           The guy sweatdrops, "No need to jeez calm down." 

           Hato pulls his hand and slaps coins in his hand. "Shut up and take my money." He says. 

           Hato grabs the stuff while the guy holds his hand in pain. Running to the cave, he looks around him. Many trees and flowers surround him, his eyes land on a red flower, and his mind thinks of Riku, and his eyes soften Riku…I hope your OK…We can't go back… We'll run into each other soon…hopefully…thinks Hato.

           Making it to the cave where Zen was digging a hole. Hato stares at his twin, uh…what? Is my demon sister becoming a mole now? He thinks.

           "Zen?" asks Hato. Zen turns to her older twin tilting her head. Hato smiles at her. "Hey. Are you that afraid of the sun?" 

           Zen nods, looking at her brother. "Alright, I'm going to do something…" says Hato.

           Hato fixes up the basket he got. Entering the cave, he placed the basket down. "Hey Z? Can you go into the basket?" He asks.

           Zen looks at him, blinking confusedly. Hato points to the basket "Bas-ket," he sounds out. Zen crawls out from the hole and slides in the basket.

           Hato sweatdrops she's too big…He thinks. Then Zen moves more in, then flips the basket and shrinks. Hato panics. "Ah! Zen!" he goes to the basket.

           Zen looks up to her twin with her gold eyes. In front of Hato was Zen as a Child with her big yellow eyes. A sense of nostalgia goes straight through him. Zen looks at her brother, blinking. He pats her head. "Sorry Zen…Good girl…" he says. 

           Looking at his sisters' longer, messier hair Hato gets an idea. He picks Zen out and begins to try and braid her pale blonde hair. As he tries to braid, he notices that her ashen blonde hair had white ends. Blinking, he grabs his little sister's child-hands and sees that they're sharper, fading to red. "Hm…Weird…hey Zen?" asks Hato. 

           Zen looks at him, making small noises. "Are these all aspects of a demon??" asks Hato. Zen shrugs, Hato finishes the first-time braid and uses a ribbon to tie extra hair. Hato then picks Zen up and places her in the basket. 

           "Sorry if it isn't good. I think it'll be easier to tame, though." He says. Zen nods in agreement.

           Putting the cloth over the basket, then slipping the basket on. Hato begins walking to the mountain he was told to go to.

           ~Meanwhile~

           Riku trails behind Meiro and Yang as they enter a wisteria family crest house. Meiro would look over his shoulders to watch Riku and make sure he didn't do anything. Yang glances at him. "I said to put a gag on him. Why haven't you done that yet?" Asks Yang. 

           Meiro glares at his older half-brother. "He hasn't hurt anyone yet, Yang…".

           Yang sighs. "Meiro. Father may have allowed it, but he too asked for a gag…" He moves his hand to his snake-hilted sword.

           "I won't do it!" 

           "Do you want to be eaten, Meiro?" 

           "He won't! Now can we clean his kimono?! It's covered in blood! Along with his mouth!" 

           Yang sighs and turns to Riku. "OK, demon, take your kimono off. We have extra." He says, turning away. Riku begins to take his black kimono with blue feathers and flame. The kimono was off his shoulders when Yang turns and freezes "Woah, Woah! In a separate room!!" he says.

           Meiro blinks. "I wouldn't-"

           "Meiro Chisaki, you finish that sentence, you will be back with father in HQ as a bloodied pulp and broken bones." 

           Meiro shuts up completely. Yang then pushes Riku into a room with an extra kimono. He looks to Meiro. "Go dampen a cloth. To clean Riku's mouth." He says. 

           Meiro nods and goes to get a cloth. Yang places his sword on the wall letting it rest on the wall. Removing his dark haori with the yin and yang symbol and snakes, he puts it on his sword's hilt. Going into another room, changing into the kimono given to him by the old lady. 

           "My…what a nice view I saw," says a voice. Yang freezes and looks at the window.

           There sat a black-haired individual with purple eyes in the window. A smile was on his face, Yang glares at him. "Hiroshi. I see that you're still a stalker." He says. The man known as Hiroshi smiles and enters the room. Looming over the much shorter man, eyes clearly showing the kanji for "Lower Rank one." 

           Yang glares at him. "What do you want," he says with bitterness in his words. Hiroshi chuckled at the attempt to scare him. 

           Hiroshi moves closer to Yang and gently grabs his chin. "Why else? For you, my little snake harshira. I want you to join the demon's side." He says. 

           Yang pulls the demon's hand away from his chin. "It will never happen, Hiroshi. I don't even believe that's your real name." 

           Hiroshi glares. "You will be a demon and be by my side. I won't let you leave like the one before you." 

           Yang turns from him. "You slept with me more than once. Find someone else." 

           Hiroshi's purple eyes glared at him and about to leave. "You will be mine, harshira. I'll become an upper rank and physically take you if I have too" he says, disappearing. Yang leaves the room to see Riku with a gag and Meiro holding his forearm. 

           Yang runs over. "Meiro! What happened?!". Hiroshi must've put something over the room they were in. Whatever happened must've been loud. He would've come out right away if that was the case. 

           Meiro looks at Riku, who seems shocked or disgusted with himself. Yang pulls Meiro's hand off his forearm and sees bite marks and claw marks. Looking to the side, he saw Meiro's Wisteria Flower pouch on the ground. 

           "I won't ask again. What happened?" 

           " He bit me…So I had to get him off. I pulled out wisteria flowers, and he backed off…He put the gag on himself… He's disgusted by himself…" explains Meiro. (Diizaren, You gave me the idea. Meiro did look like food to the insecure demon boi)

           Yang walks over to the demon who's cowering in a corner. Riku looks up in fear at the older auburn male. Tears were desperately appearing in his pale teal eyes, looking away from Yang. Yang feels his eyes soften. He may be a demon, but he's still young… He's obviously sorry for what he did…thinks Yang as he pets Riku's red hair. 

           "You…must be disgusted by what you did…so you wanted a gag. You did the right thing…I just remembered…We never asked your name…What is it…."

         Riku grabs a piece of paper and a paintbrush and then writes."

         "Riku. Todoroki Riku."

         "Riku? That's a nice name…

          My name is Chisaki Yang..

          My brother is Chisaki Meiro…."

           ~Meanwhile~

           As nightfall lands on the land of Japan, Hato lets his sister out of the basket, and the twins walk side by side. The lady Hato stopped to talk to said this was the way to the mountain they were getting sent to. Though she did tell, people have gone missing up in the mountain. So best to have his demon twin with him in case he goes missing. 

           The twins begin to walk past a temple when Hato freezes. His eyesight was 10 times better in the night, and he saw blood and a demon eating a human arm. The demon senses them and leaves the temple jumping on top of Hato. Zen meanwhile had drool dripping from her mouth onto the ground, her pupils becoming slits as the scent of blood and meat filled her nostrils. Craving a feast, she stares at the bodies. 

           Hato struggles against the demon. Pushing the demon off, Hato realizes the demon looks strangely familiar to him. Then the moonlight shone on the demon, revealing deep-red hair in a similar style to Hato's mother, who passed away many years ago after Haruki's birth. The shadow on the demon's eyes lifted, showing pale teal eyes with slits and blood dripping down from his mouth, where a scar from the right corner of his mouth to his ear. The black kimono the demon wore was awfully recognizable with red flames on the end and sleeves. 

           N-No...it couldn't be…thinks Hato, gold eyes shrinking. As if Hato's world wasn't broken enough…it was shattered completely. In front of him was Kouten, his elder brother the one that went missing three years ago. 

           "K-Kouten…It can't be…you… can't be…a demon," says Hato, heartbroken. Kouten growls in response. Kouten then dashes over to Hato and pins him to the ground, fangs bared with blood on the pearly whites. Hato tries his best to hold off his elder brother from biting down on his neck or collarbone.

           His eyes were filled with shock, horror, and tears. "Kouten! Stop!" sobs Hato. Kouten doesn't hear him and gets closer to Hato's neck. When Zen hears her twin's sobs, she automatically turns her attention from the dead bodies to Kouten and Hato. Zen's eyes clearly show anger as she dashes over and kicks Kouten off of Hato. 

           Kouten growls and zips to Zen, grabbing her and throwing her into the nearby forest. Hato panics and tries to follow after his two siblings. With Zen, she regains her footing and gets a clear view of Kouten. Zen's eyes shrink K-Kouten…No…she thinks tears gather in her pale-yellow eyes. 

           She and Kouten were close. She followed him everywhere in the house when she was younger. Kouten was an ideal older brother. He worked day and night for money to give his siblings and dad something for their birthdays. When their father needed rest Kouten would do the cooking, cleaning, and watch his younger siblings. When Saisho was out, Kouten would, to the blunt of getting more stuff. He was highly charismatic as well, and to go with it, he had good looks. Every girl wanted him, but he always turned them down since he chose his family over a relationship. He adored his mother, father, older brother, and his younger siblings. 

           So seeing her elder brother like this was…traumatizing. Zen could hardly fight him, but she has to. The two demons enter a battle where one will die, and one will live. The demon in front of her, who was Kouten wasn't the kind-hearted and devoted big brother she knew. This demon has no more mental state. The only thought is…I must fight him. He isn't himself anymore…thinks Zen. 

           Hato finally catches up to his two demon siblings fighting. Hato glances around, hoping to figure out a way to separate the two. Then he could possibly talk some sense into his older brother. Unknown to Hato, a wolf stalked around him. When Hato is distracted, the wolf lunges at him. 

           Kouten looks to the side, seeing the wolf lunging at Hato. For some strange reason, Kouten forgets the battle with Zen and dashes to Hato. Getting close enough, he kills the wolf before it attacks Hato. The twins watch in slow-motion. Kouten throws the wolf corpse deeper into the woods. Turning to Hato, he stares at the familiar white-haired golden-eyed male. He unconsciously pats Hato's head then disappears. 

           The twins look at each other and quickly return to the temple. Unknown to them, a man in a crow mask watches them. He shakes his head. Are they Hawks-Sensei's kids? The white-haired one is too scared, kind, and slow…thinks the man as he looks at the sun peeking out from the horizon. 

           Eita, I am sorry…I do not think 

          The white-haired one will be

          Cut out for the corps…

           Meanwhile~

           Kouten takes refuge in a cave as the sun slowly rises in Japan. He rubs his head, wondering where he saw the two people before and why he saved one of them. 

           One of his eyes begins to shift into the kanji for "five" he thinks back to this familiar ginger as well. Why did these people feel familiar to him? The white-haired one knew his name, yet he didn't know his.

           His only "family" he had was the family he created in the mountain of Norkoribi. Kouten looks to the mouth of the cave. He decides to wait until sun-down to return to the "family" on Norkoribi. 

           Resting his head on the cave wall, he closes his eyes. Suddenly he was on a mountain full of flowers. He then notices a white-hair full-grown male with black tips wearing a black haori with blue flame on the sleeves and around the bottom on his shoulders watching two kids play. 

           The two kids, one teal-eyed, blonde with red and blue specs wearing light-yellow kimono with blue and red dots was running from the other golden-eyed with white hair and wearing a white kimono but with purple feathers was chasing him. He feels something behind him, and he turns to see a redhead with a shadow over his eyes with a black kimono with blue feathers turning into flame as they reach the end. Kouten subconsciously pets his head to encourage him to play with his older and younger brothers. 

           The redhead smiles and joins the two boys playing tag. Looking to the side, two females. One with a multicolored-eyes, short blonde hair wearing a red kimono with black feathered detail on the left arm sleeve and white feather detail on the right arm sleeve holding baskets veggies. The other had loose pale blonde hair with a shadow over her eyes, wearing a similar white kimono with black feathers was carrying a basket of tea leaves and flowers.

           The pale blonde runs to him and hugs him with a smile on her face. Kouten hugs back with an unknowing smile. He then sees two males walk over to him. One was white-haired with a shadow over his eyes, wearing a black haori with white feathers. The other one seemed older than Kouten with deep purple hair wearing a dark purple haori with lighter purple flames around his neck was a necklace of a silver feather and a shadow covering his eyes. The pale blonde girl returns the short blonde girl. The two new males look at him and walk past him smiling. 

           He feels warmth in his hand as he looks to his left was a lightly tanned ginger wearing a haori in a very dark blue with yellow stars with constellations on it. Kouten feels warmth in his heart and squeezes the ginger's hand. The ginger smiles and lightly squeezes back, then Kouten moves his hand up and caresses the cheek where a dark moon and yellowed stars on the cheek sat tattooed there. The ginger blushes, and Kouten assumes he looks away. Remembering that they weren't alone, Kouten pouts and stops caressing the ginger's cheek. The man with white hair with black tips stares at him and smiles. Kouten turns to him. 

           The man gets up and walks over to Kouten. Kouten looks to the man who pets his hair gently.

           "It's time for you to wake up…

           Kouten…"

           Kouten snaps his eyes open and immediately looks around. Empty. It was just him in the cave. In a dream that felt real, he feels no warmth in his hand where the ginger held. No boys playing or girls bringing veggies and tea. Nor the man was white hair with black tips. Kouten feels something break in his heart, something that didn't happen with the "family" he created.

           He missed that dream…he wants that dream. He wants a real family, a family where everything felt so natural. 

           Just who…

            Am I?

           Thinks Kouten as tears fall down his cheeks 

           Who are those 

           People?

Saisho/Sai belongs to  @ulti-mal

Kouten belongs to @hairuko

Hato belongs to @juniperarts

Satori belongs to @fioresacros

Haruki belongs to @/_falyy on twitter

Riku, Meiro & Hotaru to @diizaren

[bladerivalen]

Seafarer’s Love (an original story)

Galen swam through the water, dodging in and amongst the towering kelp. In his hands, he clutched a small object. “I hope I’m not late…” He muttered to himself, speeding up towards his destination. As he neared the shore, he made sure to lessen his pace as to not attract attention. Peering out of the water, he looked around for any danger before pulling himself up. Looking to the setting sun, he held his hand up under it. “Good, I’m not late.” Looking down at the small comb, he sighed. “You always loved the colors….” He muttered again, peering up at the mix of orange and pinks that reflected on the ocean waves. The beautiful mix brought memories back, which in turn brought a tear. “Oh, Ember…..” Looking down at the comb again, a long sigh escaped his lips. “It’s been 15 years….to the day…..I still think of you…..” More tears came, soon he was softly crying over his lost friend. Looking down at his scales, he ran his hand along a scar he had. When she was taken from him, he tried to fight back. But he couldn’t, losing his closest friend and gaining a painful reminder. Laying his head back, he thought to those days, the best days……….

16 years earlier

“Why…...can’t I find home…..” He searched around extensively, but to no avail. Disheartened, he laid his head against a small part of the shore concealed by reeds. Crying softly, he shrank into himself. “I wanna go home…..”

“Why are you crying?” A soft voice said, causing him to look up. A small girl with curly red hair and stunning green eyes was sitting by him. “Did someone hurt you?”

“I…” He wiped his eyes clean and looked at her. “I got lost….and I can’t find home..”

“Oh no! Well, where do you live? Come out and I’ll take help you!” He looked down, his tail coming up some. “You’re a mermaid!!”

“Well, merman. So if I come up my tail will go away..” She laid down and smiled at him. 

“I’ve always wanted to meet a merperson. What’s it like to live underwater?” She leaned in with a quizzical look, her eyes drifting up and down his body. Her gaze for some reason made his cheeks flush a deep red.

“W well….when the water’s clear it’s pretty beautiful down there. But...the water has been cloudly as of late, thanks to the humans.”

“What have we been doing?”

“Humans have been dumping waste into the waters, it makes it hard for us to live sometimes.” She gasped, sitting up.

“How careless! I’ll stop them!” She said triumphantly, making him smile. It was her turn to blush and smile at him.

“Well thank you miss.” She giggled and laid back down, holding her hand out.

“Please, call me Ember.”

“Well, Ember, my name is Galen.” He shook her hand. From that point on, the two would always come to that spot at that time. And they grew ever closer…

Present

Galen snapped from his memories, seeing the moon high in the sky. “Damn, it’s late now..” Sighing he started to swim back. “One day Ember……..i’ll find you….” He sighed, closing his eyes. They shot open though as he swam headfirst into a net. Scrambling in fear, he only caught deeper in the net. As if that wasn’t enough, his heart dropped as the net began rising from the ocean. “No….no no no!” His attempts to break free were in vain as he was lifted from the sea. 

“Ey boys! Look what we fished up!” One of the members looked at him and his tail, which soon became a pair of legs. “Merman. A strong one too.” A burly man said. The net dropped onto the deck causing Galen to yelp in pain. “This one will fetch quite the amount of money.” He said with a sneer. Galen’s eyes darted around, trying to think of how to get off the ship. He jumped to his feet in an attempt to run. But having never used his legs, he fell back to the deck. “No running.” The man growled, kicking him hard in the ribs. Another yelp and Galen began to cry.

“The hell’s goin on out here?!” A voice yelled from behind them, the men dispersing. A woman stood there, the moonlight illuminating her body. “Who’s this?” She said, stepping closer.

“A merman, captain.”

“A merman. Looks like we found the haul we’ve been looking for. Take him to……” She stopped, stooping down. Galen still couldn’t see her face but yelped as she touched his scar. Then she quickly stood. “Davis, take him to my quarters. Now.” The burly man nodded and picked him up, Galen’s mind racing. The man dumped him to the floor, leaving quickly. Scared, Galen looked around. His legs weren’t any use, and the windows were too high to get to. “Galen.” Hearing his name, he spun around. The captain stood there, locking the doors.

“H how do you know my name?” He cowered back as she turned to him. She chuckled and lit a candle. He gasped, after the longest time being dull and emotionless, his eyes lit up with joy as the candle showed her curly red hair and stunning green eyes.

“Ember!!” She smiled and ran to him, the two embracing in a tight hug “Oh Ember!” Soon tears of joy spilled down his cheeks.

“Galen...i’ve missed you so much!” She said happily. But then she blushed and pulled away. “Uhhh…..” Tilting his head, he looked at her.

“What?” Then he realized, looking down. “Ahh!!” He scrambled to hide himself, his face as red as her hair. “S sorry….” She let out another hearty chuckle.

“It’s fine.” She smiled and gave him something to wrap up in.

“Thank you.” He couldn’t believe it, after all these years he found her! “Ember…” She smiled and pulled him close.

“I’m never letting you go again…” She muttered, resting her head onto his shoulder. His life was finally taking a turn for the better.

~

Merry christmas from your secret santa @renillustrations!!! I hope you like this original story I put together! And thank you Snow for drawing Galen and Ember! i’ll link you once i find your tumblr  this was a part of @kuroshironekoserver secret santa event!

[ribbonspice]

Very well, then.

Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy)

Asmodeus (Helluva Boss)

The Collector (The Owl House)

Varian (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure)

James Ironwood (RWBY)

Bianca Abercrombie (Clinic of Horrors)

Lunarella Nocturne (High Class Homos)

Mayumi Dojima (Bishounen Tanteidan)

Tiara (Fairy Fencer F)

Juleka Couffaine (Miraculous Ladybug)

Tagging: @crimson-ace @cringelordtbh @censoredface @cloudly-moonlight @diana-berry @fabianocolucci

Rules: Name 10 of your favorite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same!

(@harmshake) thank you for the tag frien~ 🥰🥰🥰💚💚💚

Bianca Belair — WWE

Anais Watterson — Amazing World of Gumball

Lafayette — True Blood

Pam — Archer

Marjan — 911 Lone Star

Wednesday Addams — Wednesday

Catwoman/Selina Kyle — DC Universe

Louise Belcher— Bob's Burgers

Vaas Montenegro — Far Cry

Johnny Gat — Saints Row

Idk if I know 10 ppl on here so if I tag you and you don't know why pls feel free to ignore this 😭😭😭

@kill-the-artiste @jeysuso @glowingz @thisismisogynoir @alyyaanna @shineekrystalzzz @forgottenthoughtsandmemories @racerchix21 @thekrazykeke @hunnidmilly

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3rd Task: Does Harry grab the cup alone or is it the same way as in the book/movie, but the two go to the cup sooner rather than later? Like, the moment Harry starts telling Pup to get to the cup before crying in pain, Pup wraps a protective arm around him while accio the cup to them. Or maybe plot twist(?): Peter was accompanied by Taka and Sumi, who somehow escaped or was pardoned, wanting to enact revenge against Alucard and Sypha by torturing Pup with the Cruciatus Curse during the ritual?

Ooooooh I like Taka and Sumi torturing Pup. 

Also think about this. The 3rd task on a full moon but no one notices until it’s too late and because if the triwizard cup Pup forgot to take one of the potions and Grandma Tepes is overflowed with so many students from other schools coming into the med wing so she forgets to remind Pup. 

Pup found it off because it was a cloudly night but when they get into the graveyard and Taka and Sumi are fucking with them. A cloud breaks and the moonlight shines on Pup causing them to turn. 

I like to think because Pup knows Harry really well because of their childhood and Pup has with Sypha’s help try to learn control of their wolf side. 

So this happens.

Harry needed to go; the ghosts of his parents and a man he didn’t know were going to help him. But Pup he couldn’t; no wouldn’t leave them here. “Pup!” Harry called out only to see the large wolf rush up to him. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared but he trusted Pup even in this state. And they needed to go.

Rushing towards Pup and grab a handful of there fur because calling to portkey to him. As he did he felt  Pup stand over him and growl as Death Eaters tried to come for them.

Harry and Pup were treated with screams and gasps when they appeared at the entrance of the maze. Those that tried to get near Harry or Pup were met with a low deadly growl. Harry saw his teachers ready to take on Pup. He needed to do something and fast. Moving from under Pup and stood and got eye contact with Pup. Remus had told him never to do this; but it was all he had. “Pup I know you can hear me.” They growled at the adults behind him. Turning his head he told them to stop before looking back at Pup. “Listen to me. You are safe. I am safe.” He placed his hands on either side of Pup’s head-scratching them. Pup let out a loud huff; they became less tenses before finally laying down on the ground.

The crowd was in awe; a child had just stopped one of the most deadly beasts in the wizarding world. Sypha pushed through her co-workers and moved towards her child and student. Sypha kneeled beside Pup as they let out another huff. “Remus is gone to lose it when he hears this.”

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200% BYRON

(after Felix H. Henson) When 200% Byron first appeared in careful tailoring he took in a toasted slice with veal, and practised bygone etiquettes and soft edges, cloudly; needed permission to sip, lean back, to be allowed to breathe on someone else’s tick.  For hypnagogic psychic games, 200% Byron only ever nearly slept, but tore down hunks of flesh with grace, finessed  the goddamn life from the covet and graduated with his doctorate, Byron -- Dr. 200 sings his viva in French.  Circumvented round his birthright obstacles and ate the road that went way back to home, compared the taste to his wife’s coffee, passed out upright, shotgun cocked, and felt his Byron born body tone up to lift the soreness of all her war. That tussle of yours won’t work out, 200.  From the smart-clothed, battle-boy, nostalgic axes -- flat-chested, cold ribs puffed up with whatever pride -- blood may come to fascinate, yes, but don’t go chasing  that purple heart, mon docteur Byron.  You old 200% B, you -- deserted and slept like a boudoir babe in a bed of ashes and reached out to touch her hip -- first mistake.  Dr. 200 with his one big puff blew out a motorway  got an academic man’s headache and reached one wild, sequestered want.  When home, in love and pissed off, the imperceptible limbo place buckled low right above him, and the conditional lick of moonlight loomed to the brat-box of restraints under his bed’s Nordic spruce slats. 200% Byron, even good men lie and one of you is all I search.  A riddle: a dead man in a room, a pool of water on his floor.  No knives, guns or drugs -- alone -- How did he die?  How could he?