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problematicbots · 4 months ago

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Winged Sentinel au Snippet 9: Downfall

TW: Angst.

“It's really nothing, Sp!” Jazz exclaimed hurriedly as he threw the note into the garbage chute, but Sentinel, in a flash, snatched it from the air with incredible speed.

Sentinel began to read what was written on the note in silence, a silence that Jazz didn't like as he felt his spark beat out of his chest plate in pure fear. Sentinel finished the note and crumbled up on his servo, looking infuriated.

“You're leaving, and for what? That organic planet that you barely know anything about?” shouted Sentinel with an angry laugh as smoke came out of his pipes. In a rage, he was tempered to throw the note at Jazz's faceplate as he stomped closer to the white mech.

“n-not anymore. I changed my mind, SP, I'm staying so..you just, you know, toss that away,” gulped Jazz backing away from Sentinel. “So there is no reason to talk about it”

“Oh no, we’re talking about this right now, “ shouted Sentinel, backing Jazz up against his desk before noticing the crack in his shades. “Wait a minute… Did somebody hurt you? Is that why you're quitting? Who hurt you!”

“I-it doesn't matter-” Jazz is immediately cut off by Sentinel's shouting louder than before.

“As your subcommander, I demanded to know what scrap happened to you; tell me now!“ demanded Sentinel, leaning his faceplate closer to Jazz and his chest plate nearly touching his, making Jazz look small compared to a giant winged mech.

Jazz swallowed hard; he had never been this near to a jet before, and a sense of unease washed over him as he began to tremble as every fear he had about jets flashed across his hard drive

“I- it was a protest alright but you know you don't have to go out there and fight them or be arrested sp!” confessed Jazz “I know how to solve of this”

“They assaulted you?!, tell me how exactly this is going to end without somebody getting arrested!!” screamed Sentinel on his last nerve.

“You drop Project Vedette and Project Safeguard” yelped Jazz. “End all of this, no more jets, and everyone go back to being grounded”

This left Sentinel in a state of astonished silence as he took a step back from Jazz, a look of disbelief on his faceplate, though traces of anger remained.

“What…” Sentinel murmured, his frustration simmering just beneath his helm.

“So, just think about, I mean, just look at everything that has happened ever since this project was approved, “ cried Jazz, trying to explain his point of view. “Autobots fighting other Autobots, do you really want that future? “

Sentinel couldn't believe this was coming out of Jazz's glossa and that he could feel that jets could drive Cybertron apart when it could easily do so much good for its future; sure there were downsides like the protests, but in fairness, pleasing everyone is impossible: a lesson Jazz had yet to understand.

“Everything will be just fine and everyone would be happy if you guys just you know called or quit” continued Jazz “There is nothing to lose from this and nobody has to fight each other “

Nothing to lose?

Now that pissed off Sentinel since taking away flying would be taking away what Sentinel felt like became a part of himself, his identity, and not just his identity but also the twins, along with many other Cybertronians, longed to experience flight as well.

The idea of seeing that all his hard work being undone would be a fate worse than getting offline and he won’t allow that at all.

“Do you think I'll be fine that a part of me I just discovered is taken away, do you think Jetfire and Jetstorm would be perfectly fine, unable to fly again without even asking them what they want to do with their own frame?” questioned Sentinel angrily.

Sentinel wasn't done yet he had so much to say against Jazz's argument and to get out of his chest plate.

“ And do you think those bots who wanted to be jets will be fine after their only and one shot is taken away, do seriously believe everything will just be fine if jets Autobots suddenly just don't exist!” continued Sentinel on a full-on rant. “and you know what… whether you like it or not you can't please everyone you met ”

Sentinel's words strike a core within Jazz since he begins to feel guilty; however, his fear of Autobots hurting each other and his unease against jets outweigh his better judgment.

“we-well, who knows, maybe Jetfire and Jetstorm would love being grounded bots again. After all, they were forced into this, weren't they? “ gulped Jazz, trying to find a defense for his argument, yet unfortunately, Sentinel brought up a lot of good points “.So I don't see why they would enjoy this at all”

“You don't know that, you don't even know who they are or what they even wanted!” argued Sentinel back.

“And somehow you do, like aren't you just their mentor” questioned Jazz a bit condescendingly

This was the final straw for Sentinel as he pulled something out before tossing it directly at Jazz's chest plate, which Jazz quickly caught in his servos. To his surprise, it wasn't his resignation letter; instead, it was a messy drawing of twins with Sentinel in the middle, and above it were the words “us.”

Jazz's faceplate twisted into one of guilt and petrification once he immediately realized the implication of the drawing: Sentinel was friends with Jetfire and Jetstorm… this changed everything.

“Sp i- I didn't know-” Jazz was unfortunately cut off by Sentinel stepping to the side and pointing to the door with his servo.

“LEAVE” simply demanded Sentinel, red in the faceplate. “NOW, THAT'S AN ORDER.”

“Sp wait-”

“I SAY LEAVE “

Jazz, taken aback in guilt complied with Sentinel's request and exited the room while still holding the drawing in his servos.

Once Jazz departed, Sentinel furiously hurled Jazz’s crumpled resignation letter against the window, yelling every insult, curse, and harsh word he could recall from his memory until he collapsed to the floor and started pounding it, struggling to hold back tears.

“Well, who needs him anyway? at least I still have Jetfire and Jetstorm by my side, right?” Sentinel thought to himself before getting back on his feet while still hissing in anger

As soon as Sentinel thought that, a minute later, Cliffjumper entered the room with Jetfire and Jetstorm behind him, who appeared bewildered and frightened.

“Sentinel, Ultra Magnus would like a world with you,” spoked Cliffjumper in a serious tone, “Directed orders. “

Oh great now what? This better be good news. The last thing Sentinel needs is bad news after getting out of an argument, though the expression on the twins' faceplates didn't inspire much confidence.

So with an angry grumble and gurgling under his breath, he followed Cliffjumper and the twins out of the room.

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Cliffjumper led Sentinel, Jetfire, and Jetstorm into a long hallway, where they continued walking for what felt like hours. During this, the twins began talking to each other in whispers.

“So you think..do you think they are going to..terminate… Project Safeguard?” whispered Jetstorm in concern. “And so you think that means..are they going to terminate us too?”.

“Hey, maybe..it's not termination, maybe it's just one of those boring updates where we're just in and out,” whispered Jetfire back, trying to comfort his brother despite clearly being scared himself.

“I hope so “ sighed Jetstorm before turning around “What do you think Sentinel Sir “

The last thing Sentinel wanted right now was to talk to anyone right now and the idea of talking about potentially losing the twins when just lost Jazz scared him to his code, but he refused to show it.

“I- let's just get this over with, “ huffed Sentinel, crossing his arms and hiding his fears under a tough exterior.

Before long, they entered the council hall, where Cliffjumper moved aside to observe from a corner with Ironhide, who was, naturally, munching on popcorn.

Sentinel let out a gurgle as he looked up at the council of Autobots glaring down at him, filled with anger and discontent.

“Sentinel Prime, would you mind clarifying this?” questioned Ultra Magnus in clear anger as he hurled a datapad from his desk into Sentinel's servos, which Sentinel, startled, swiftly caught before it could fall.

Sentinel's optics expanded in shock as he read the message on the datapad, which stated: “Sentinel is bragging about taking us to the best place ever, something about an Archa Seven?”.

Sentinel immediately recognized the writing: this was no other than Elita One's Journal and this made his temperature rise to extreme levels. How could the commander do such a vile act

Sentinel usually would save any bad thoughts about Ultra Magnus in private and wouldn't go out of his way to yell at the commander but Ultra Magnus just crossed a line: Magnus just read something that was supposed to be private and this made Sentinel unable to think properly

“Y- YOU READ HER JOURNAL “ shouted Sentinel for the first time at Ultra Magnus’s faceplate “THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE PRIVATE, HOW DID YOU GET THIS”

Ultra Magnus widened his optics in surprise when Sentinel shouted at him while the rest of the council whispered to each other in shock; however, the commander didn't back down from the upcoming argument.

“THAT DOESN'T EXCUSE THE FACT THAT THE INCIDENT THAT CURSE YOU COLLEAGUE DEMISES WAS YOUR IDEA DESPITE OPTIMUS CLAIMING OTHERWISE, “ shouted Ultra Magnus back sternly. “So it’s Fortune that Longarms informed us of this”

Sentinel backed away in fear when Ultra Magnus shouted back yet however he

clutched his servo into a fist the more the commander talked: he couldn't believe that Ultra Magnus was implying that he was the one that murdered Elita One when he did anything he could to try to save her and Longarms..how could he do this to him

“WAIT, IT WAS YOU!” shouted Sentinel, turning his attention to Longarms, who stared back at Sentinel with a look of guilt across his faceplate. “Y- YOU PIECE OF SCRAP”

Before Sentinel could tear Longarm piece by piece he was cut off by Ultra Magnus's booming voice that scared him back into obedience “ THAT ENOUGH SENTINEL”

Jetfire and Jetstorm didn't know what was going on, yet they still decided to stand on Sentinel's side, ready to defend him if needed even if it was a risk at their own expense.

“Well, what exactly kind of excuse do you have for reading that Journal” pointed out Jetstorm without any hesitation doe once since he was defending a friend

“Oh I know none!” added Jetfire, crossing his arms and glaring at Ultra Magnus in disdain.

Sentinel appreciated the defense, but he didn't want the twins to get themselves in trouble, so he tried to shush them by gesturing for them to be quiet; however, it didn't matter since Ultra Magnus didn't seem to care about their opinion.

“Sentinel prime I now could clearly see that I should have sent you to earth instead of Optimus” spoked Ultra Magnus coldly “For this crime you shall be suspended from your duties as subcommander and will serve as under maintenance until father investigation “

Sentinel, Jetfire, and Jetstorm optics widened in dread at this knowing this could separate them from each other which is something that they didn't want at all

“Wai-wait what about Jetfire and Jetstorm or-” Sentinel got off by Ultra Magnus’s firm voice

“Your duties will be passed on to Longarms and project safeguard shall we be supervised under Alpha Trion from the moment forward,” declared Ultra Magnus.

Alpha Trion, whose faceplate that was once a little smirk at the whole situation, turned into a look of disgust and shock once he realized he had to supervise those “things”.

“What?” yelped Alpha Trion and Sentinel, simultaneously in shock at this decision. Neither was happy about this.

“That’s an order, Alpha Trion. You shall start your training with project Safeguard right now, and Sentinel, you shall start your maintenance duties as well, “demanded Ultra Magnus. “Understand?”

Ultra Mangus's booming voice stunned everyone into silence. There was not a single brave spark in there that was willing to go against him at least directly.

“Of course, Sir,” Sighed Alpha Trion, getting up from his desk and began approaching the twins, who stared at old mechs in apprehension, but Sentinel protectively stood in front of them as it was by pure instinct.

“Wait- huh, can at least..see this new training taking place, “ gulped Sentinel. “I mean, it is not against protocol to watch a simple training session, right? “

Sentinel's hesitant to follow Ultra Magnus's orders right away is getting on Alpha Trion's last nerves until he remembers Sentinel now is technically no longer sub commander which puts a smile on the old mech faceplate.

“That would be unnecessary in fact I forbid you to walk through the doors of the training grounds “ smirked Alpha Trion “And before you argue may I remind you you're no longer Sub-Commander, now step aside unless you want to be low maintenance, that an order”

Damn, Sentinel wanted to punch that faceplate so badly as he stared daggers at the old mech’s optics before shifting his attention to the twins, who were both holding back their tears not wanting their friend to be taken away from them

“Sentinel, sir, don't let him take us away from you, “ whispered Jetstorm to Sentinel while Jetfire comforted his brother by putting a servo on his shoulder.

“i-i’ll think of something, ok!” whispered Sentinel back before reluctantly stepping aside “Just huh look out for each other ok “

Sentinel watched in disgust as Alpha Trion hardly grabbed the Jetfire and Jetstorm by the shoulders, his servo digging deeper creating a scraping sound before the old mech left the rooms with the twins.

Damn it, Sentinel was itching to chase after that old mech and land a few punches; it would be satisfying to show that ancient cog a thing or two. However, before Sentinel could come up with various ideas on how to kick Alpha Trion’s rear, Ultra Magnus interjected once more

“Now that it is settled, I believe there is a mass hall that needs to be cleaned,” spoke the commander directly at Sentinel.

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A few days passed, and Sentinel couldn't believe his career had been thrown out the window thanks to Longarms exposing Elita’s Journal; he was now mopping floors of the mass hall like some kind of low-rated, and worst of all, he couldn't even see the twins from here.

He tried multiple times to sneak a peek at the training grounds however his.... current role... prevented him from making an excuse to get close to the observation deck, as his tasks always kept him in this wretched hall that lacked any windows overlooking the training area, and sneaking around wasn't an option since Alpha Trion had the nerve to remind everyone in the base that he was supposed to be in the mass hall.

The only somewhat good thing is that Sentinel was nearly done wiping the stains off the floor, which was his last task before he could finally escape back to his quarters for some rest.

“Come on, come on!” grumbled Sentinel pushing the towel up and down on the floor while on his knees: he never felt this pathetic since he was just a head.

Finally, after what felt like a whole cycle Sentinel was able to clear off the stain: he was finally free at least he thought so until-

SPLASH

He turned his helm to find that Ironhide had spilled some oil on a table.. a table that Sentinel just cleaned an hour ago.. worst of all Ironhide did it on purpose since there was a smirk look on his faceplate.

“Hey Sentinel Prime, clean up on aisle nine “ mocked Ironhide“or should I say maintenance Prime”

“Wow,” Sentinel thought to himself... his own insult used against him…Is this how Optimus felt? Because this was an utter nightmare if this was what he had to put up with almost every day, .

Sentinel's optics flicker as Ironhide nonchalantly threw his empty oil can at Sentinel's faceplate before exiting the mess hall with a laugh that was infuriating

“THAT NOT EVEN AN ORIGINAL INSULT YOU COGHEAD “. Shouted Sentinel with smoke coming out of his pipes before picking up the empty can of oil and storming towards a chute

With a huff, Sentinel lifted the lid of the trash chute, uncovering a dark descending passage that leads to…who knows where the waste ends up? Most likely toward an incinerator or something similar. He didn’t care. He just flung the oil can into the chute and observed it glide down the passage until…

THUMP

Now that piqued Sentinel's interest because it wasn’t the expected sound of burning or crushing like he expected, but rather a loud thud

It seems like this garbage chute has a bottom to it that wasn’t a deathly fall. This immediately gave him an idea: if he couldn't go through the doors to the training grounds..he could use this other option.

He quickly shook his helm at this idea: this was crazy! Throwing himself into a garbage chute like a madbot is a new kind of low point not to mention completely disgusting.

However, he looked at a reflection of himself on the shinning walls of the mass hall that showed his now missing elite guard symbol that was once on his chest plate making him realize he had nothing left to lose: any career and dignity he once held were thrown out the window all thanks to Longarms and the least Sentinel could do was to check on the twins to make sure they are doing well since those two were the only thing that he has left.

Plus anything would be better than spending another hour cleaning the same room over and over again or potentially breaking protocol.

“I can't believe I'm doing this, “gurgled Sentinel, scanning around the mass hall to make sure that nobody saw him.

After confirming that no one was around, he breathed deeply, stepped back a few paces, and then jumped into the garbage chute, gliding down the sloping passage into the impending darkness that awaited him.

#winged sentinel au #aka don't worry jazz will come back #and nobody is happy #tfa fanfiction #transformers animated #tfa sentinel prime #transformers maccadam #tfa jetfire #tfa jetstorm #tfa alpha trion #tfa ultra magnus #tfa jazz #winged: act 1

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years ago

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K&J x MMSS 3: Kane & Valen Part 9

Chapter 9 of the third crossover with @whumpsday!

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SERIES IS 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Aftermath of torture, misgendering of a transmasculine character (non-malicious), mentions of rape (off-screen)

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Unsurprisingly, Jim finds out via the phone call that Liz is not pleased with the situation. Bringing Kane home is bad enough, but a second vampire who has persuasion?

"It's okay, she's nice,” Jim reassures her. “And she's like, really fucked up and needed help. The both of them can barely stand."

“How do you know she's nice if you can't even talk to her?" Liz shoots back.

"I gave her a notepad so she can write."

After a pregnant pause, Liz’s voice comes back, suddenly sounding like she’s freaking out. "Jim. Vampires can use persuasion through writing."

Jim is completely thrown off by this information. "But... but she didn't. She hasn't used persuasion."

"I'm coming over right now. Don't look at anything else she writes. Don't let her know you know."

Jim decides to just hide out in his room until Liz gets there, replacing the phone in its cradle with shaking hands and dashing upstairs. He hides under the bed, just for good measure. It’s never saved him, but it makes him feel a little bit safer.

Liz arrives and lets herself in. She's wearing her belt with all her hunting gear: stakes and silver weapons alike. She doesn't see anyone, with the vampires in the basement and Jim upstairs. "Jim?"

Jim comes downstairs cautiously and walks right into her arms. "Hey."

Liz holds him protectively. "Where are the vampires?"

"Um..." He looks around, not seeing them. "They can't have just gone, it's day. Maybe they're downstairs, where I set Kane up?"

"Okay, I'll go check." Liz starts to go, but Jim grabs her before she can.

"Wait. I don't want you to scare them. They're... not in good shape." Jim warns. "Let me tell them what's going on first."

"You're not going down there alone."

"Fine, then follow me." Jim descends the stairs, Liz behind him.

Kane and Valen had been frozen on the bed listening to the conversation upstairs with their superior hearing, on edge from the sickeningly familiar sounds of hunting gear jingling, and both start to stir as Jim’s feet come down into view.

"Hey guys, this is my sister, Liz. She just wanted to check out-"

Kane spots the hunting gear, confirming his suspicions, and immediately panics. He shoves Valen behind him like he used to do at the hunters', and Valen's throat automatically makes the motions for a soundless little squeak as he's suddenly shoved against the wall. "P-please, Jim, please, j-just don't hurt her, please, it was me who hurt you, she didn't do anything."

Valen’s heart pounds. Jim had just said I don’t want you to scare them, so…? For what purpose could he intend to have this woman hurt them, but not scare them? It must be just another safety precaution, Valen decides.

Valen's confinement had taken place mostly in the same room as all the objects used to hurt him, in contrast to Kane, who only saw them when they were going to hurt him, so Valen is less scared of them being in the same room than Kane is. He doesn't automatically assume they're going to be used on either of them. He does know it's a very distinct possibility, or probability, especially in Kane's case, being everyone agrees he probably deserves it, so Valen is scared of the thought anyway.

He decides that if they're going to hurt Kane and not him, he's not going to let go of Kane, he's going to cling to Kane the way Kane had clung to him and had to be pried off when they'd been separated initially. It’s all Valen could really do at this point--his notebook is a bit out of reach, over on the floor, and he doubts this hunter would be interested in reading anything he wrote anyway....she probably knows that-

Oh God, she probably knew Jim had been at risk from Valen. Maybe she is angry at Valen, and not Kane. Valen starts shaking with terror. Maybe the pulling of his vocal cords is going to continue, or the wretched bare silver muzzle is going to come back on. He'd thought he wouldn't be afraid of pain anymore here, but it feels like going backwards is too much, because who knows how far back they would slide?

"No one's hurting anyone." Jim assures. "Yes, she's a hunter, but she's not going to hurt you. Either of you. Right, Liz?"

Liz glares at Kane with burning hatred. "Right."

Kane is not calmed, and continues to protectively shield Valen with his body, letting out a small whimper.

Valen taps Kane again, and pats his back in what he hopes is a comforting way. He raises his head to look at the new arrival. Liz, his sister, Jim had said.

Valen is instantly a little bit smitten. This is a kind of person he doesn’t get to see very much, a woman who looks and acts a bit like a man. Her glare is quite scary, unfortunately, but she's probably just being protective of her little brother--he assumes Jim is the younger sibling, with the way Liz is shielding him.

But Jim is kind, and maybe Liz is too, even though she's a hunter. There had been good hunters, ones that didn't like hurting people. Valen gently pries himself out from behind Kane and, being very, very, very, very brave despite his terror, gives as much of a smile as he can manage and holds a hand out for a handshake. Maybe this is good, right?

Liz sighs. "This is a mess. I'd shake your hand, but I'm pretty sure this one will burst into tears if I get any closer." She nods toward Kane. Suddenly, a realization hits her. "Wait. You said Valen? Valen Kithrara?"

"She's not- the blood farms- she didn't do anything!" Kane pleads, clinging to Valen. "She just married in, she's not responsible, I swear!"

"I'm not going to hurt- her." Liz realizes that she's heard about Valen before, those experiments they’d been doing in the other branch. She’d gotten mixed feelings about them at the time. Torture is wrong, but it was saving human lives…

Now that she sees Valen’s state for herself, she can’t help but think how naive she’d been to think it’s remotely okay.

The person she’d heard about it from had referred to the vampire as a man, though. But she figures that if Valen has had the opportunity to communicate and that fact isn't known, he probably feels safer closeted. She decides not to say anything about it. "I just... okay, Jim, I see what you mean." she concedes. They really don't seem dangerous.

She snatches the notebook and pen off the floor. "You haven't hypnotized my brother. Why?" She tosses them to Valen. "Don't show us. Show Kane and have him read it off."

Valen lowers his hand slowly, a bit disappointed. He flinches back a little as Liz tosses the notebook at him. Why didn't I hypnotize Jim? For some reason it seems hard to explain. Maybe he should have, to get away while they could, before this scary hunter came over.

Valen takes the pen and writes Jim is being kind to us. There's no reason to, and he doesn't deserve it. He hopes that will be sufficient and hands it to Kane.

"Jim is being kind to us." Kane reads. "There's no reason to, and he doesn't deserve it." He looks up. "She's right, ma'am."

"Oh." Jim says softly. "That's... thanks."

Liz considers this for a moment. She figures Jim hasn't even thought about how to feed them yet, given his issues. She doesn't give a fuck what happens to Kane, but this other vampire has been through hell and back and seems innocent. He even spared Jim when he had the opportunity. But they can't just let him go, because he could come back for Kane. "Maybe... I could take one, so there's less danger." she suggests.

The two vampires snap together as though attracted by magnetism.

"NO, PLEASE!" Kane holds tighter to Valen. "P-please, ma'am, please don't separate us!"

Valen's eyes widen and he shakes his head from side to side as he clings to Kane back.

"Please, I love her." Kane pleads tearfully. "Please, I just got her back. Please."

"Okay, we won't. It's okay. Nothing bad is gonna happen." Jim soothes.

Part of Liz wants to bite back about how Kane separated her and Jim for years and didn't care then. But she restrains herself. This isn't just about Kane. Valen looks terrified, and Liz genuinely feels bad for him, a possible innocent in all this. "Fine. Then I guess..." She sighs again. "You still have the padded muzzle. You can put that on Valen after she heals up. I guess this can work. At least put the ankle cuffs back on."

"That muzzle doesn't hurt." Kane whispers, though he's disappointed he won't be able to hear Valen’s voice.

Valen is also disappointed that the muzzle will apparently be going back on, but he'd expected it. At least Jim and Liz seem nice enough to give their concerns a fair chance, and only do things that would make sense for their safety. That's way more than either Kane or Valen had got in the past.

"Right. I forgot. Um, I only have the one..." Jim trails off.

"Put 'em on Kane for now and I'll swing by with another one tomorrow." Liz instructs.

Jim does so, and Kane obediently holds his legs out for them to be locked on.

"One last thing. Can I borrow your notebook for a second, Valen?" Liz asks.

That makes Valen nervous. He isn't convinced Liz is going to give it back, and he suddenly scrambles to think if he'd written anything in it that he wouldn't want Liz to see. But he hands it over nervously.

Liz doesn't look at what Valen's written, just flips to a new page and writes something, and hands it back to Valen. "It was nice meeting you. I'll be back tomorrow." She doesn't say anything to Kane.

She and Jim head upstairs, closing the door this time. The exact conversation between the humans upstairs isn’t quite audible, but it’s obvious Jim is panicked, and enough can be heard to discern they’re discussing the matter of feeding them.

Guilt radiates through Kane. Jim is panicking because of him. Valen will have to go without blood because of him. And he's so scared they'll change their minds and separate them. That one of them will have to go with the huntress.

While Kane stews in that, Valen reads what Liz had written in his notepad. I've heard about you from the experiments, and I heard you're a guy. I didn't say anything cuz I figured if they didn't know, you probably didn't want them to know. You're safe here. My partner is trans too. Jim will be cool if you tell him, and we can get you anything you need.

Valen is shocked and a little startled to read the note and be informed after the fact that he'd been speaking with someone who'd known he was trans. Jim will be cool if you tell him... That’s promising. We can get you anything you need. Does that refer just to things related to being trans, like binders? Or does it mean other things also? Because as badly as Valen wants to get back on testosterone again, there are......some other things that would definitely be higher on the list of things we would want to ask for.

Like blood, but given the conversation he currently overhears upstairs, it seems like that’s going to be off the table for a while. Valen's thoughts drift back to his experiments with the artificial blood. Should he...should he tell them about that? Should he offer to try and continue, to feed himself and Kane, even if as a stopgap? He hates the idea of making anyone else drink that rubbish. He only did it because he was trying to improve it, and wanted to drink less real human blood. But it tasted awful, and it wasn't as nutritious. He doesn't want to start making it again and have Jim and Liz think they wouldn't need real blood eventually. Valen had tried to go without real blood entirely for about two months partway through the project, and his nails and hair had started falling out, and he'd started getting dizzy at random times. It definitely wasn't sufficient as a sole source of nutrition, it could just stave off hunger for a while. And it would probably be an uphill battle to convince them he’s telling the truth, especially if he has to write everything out, and even harder to convince them to take him to his house to get all his supplies...

Maybe he could just decide what to do about that later. For now he can just wait and see what Jim wants to do. Liz's note also prompts him to think about finally bringing up his identity, now that the circumstances are perhaps a little less dire. He’ll tell Jim later, but it seems like it’s finally time to tell Kane.

After the shock of the hunter's visit wears off, and Kane seems comfortable again, Valen writes on the notepad, Can I tell you something I haven't had the opportunity to until now?

Valen’s note interrupts Kane from wallowing in his guilt. "Of course! I'm so glad you can tell me things now. What is it?"

God, it feels a lot harder to explain when he has to write everything out with his still a little unsteady hand. You didn’t see it because the testosterone had already worn off, but when I first arrived at the hunter’s compound, I looked quite different. I had body hair, and facial hair, and my face was less round. I usually prefer to bind my chest. I think of myself as a man. I hope this doesn’t change anything? His face grows redder and redder, waiting anxiously for Kane's response.

"Oh!" Kane's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He wasn't expecting this. He stares at the note for a moment, gears turning in his head. "Like a transsexual?"

Valen nods. He’s drawn back, being less touchy-feely now. He writes, I probably should have told you sooner. I'm sorry.

"You couldn't have exactly told me much sooner, we only spoke for the first time recently. But, um, yes, I... support." Kane gives an awkward thumbs-up. "No, of course it doesn't change anything. I'm not- I support, you know, everyone. My best friend growing up was gay. I-"

Am I gay?

The thought hits him like a truck. If he loves Valen, and Valen’s a man, then that means he loves a man.

Kane decides to set that aside for now, tapping Valen on the arm 3 times before hugging him. "I love you."

Valen beams, hugging Kane so, so tightly. There, it'd been that easy. He didn't know why it wouldn't have been that easy.

“It's crazy how we've known each other for months and I'm only just now learning something so important about you. I apologize for referring to you as a woman before this."

Valen nods and gives a dismissive wave. It’s not like Kane’d had any way of knowing.

He releases Kane, sighing, looking wistfully up at the door to upstairs, and then at the manacles around Kane's ankles. He writes I don't suppose we're going to be fed here, then. I had guessed as much, but Jim is so kind I had hoped a little.

Kane glowers. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I stole his blood every day for years, and made it a miserable experience. No wonder he's terrified."

Valen shrugs. Not like there's anything to be done about it now.

The thought of going without eating forever is starting to get to Valen, though. He would be perfectly happy staying here in Jim's basement for as long as Jim wanted, except for having to resign himself to being this hungry for the rest of his life is just a little too much to handle. And...he has a feeling that no matter how much he likes Jim, and no matter how much he knows Jim doesn't deserve it, the temptation to give in to the hunger and attack Jim is probably going to eventually be too much for Valen to bear. Kane may have the willpower to restrain himself from biting, but Valen doesn't.

But they couldn't make Jim and Liz give them blood. That was why Valen had started that ill-fated project in the first place. It was just so unfair for both humans and vampires that it was like this. It had been the only solution he could think of, even if all signs pointed to it being impossible to actually accomplish.

Valen sighs and picks up the pencil. They’re now facing the very same problem that Valen had spent the past years of his life trying to solve. Might as well open this can of worms with Kane. Not like they had much else to do until Jim decides to open the door. I was vague about my interests earlier, but the thing I pursued in my past was science. I had started a project to try and make artificial blood. Do you think we should bring it up to Jim?

Kane reads the note in astonishment, breaking out into a grin. "Valen, that's amazing! We should absolutely tell Jim, maybe he'd let us feed if it doesn't have to come from a human! Did it work?"

Valen fidgets with the pencil dejectedly, breaking eye contact, hoping that Kane won't make him actually spell out his failure.

"...Oh. But, but you were working on it! If you were working on it, that means you thought you could actually do it. Make blood. Right?" Kane prompts. "It's possible?"

Valen regrets bringing it up now. He'd hoped it was possible. He wasn't sure if it actually was. Everyone had told him it wasn't. He'd been trying, at least, so... He must have thought he could do it, right?

Valen writes, I'd made some progress, but the hunters took me before I could finish it. It's not enough, but it can stave off hunger for a little while.

"Staving off hunger is great!" Kane enthuses. "It doesn't need to be enough. Anything is better than just starving. That's incredible. How much... how much does it make the hunger go away? How much does it still hurt after?"

Valen blushes. I've never drank it when I was hungry enough for it to be painful. But the hunger is less intense, it feels like a stone in your stomach. Or water. You feel full, but not fed.

"That's great! That's so much better than this!" Kane is very excited now, beaming at him. "Could you do it? You could do it here, make us blood? We have to tell Jim. I bet it would make him less scared, too."

I would need a lot of supplies. I have them all at my house, but I'm not sure if we could convince Jim to take us there. Or Liz to let him do so.

"Oh." Kane deflates. "They definitely won't let us go to vampire territory to get supplies."

Upstairs, Jim and Liz are still talking about blood, but quieter. Only vague snippets like 'feed' and the vampires' names can be heard. They sound like they're arguing, but not intensely.

Valen can imagine the way the argument is going. He's not holding his breath. He shakes his head. I own a home on human territory. It's why I was captured here.

Kane's eyes widen. "You lived in human territory? That's... wow. You're, you're really brave, Valen." He's becoming more and more awed by him by the minute.

Valen feels a little awkward being praised like that. Valen had never felt very brave. He'd been constantly terrified, scuttling around like a bug trying to avoid humans, his heart in his throat if anyone so much as looked at him. If he thought that was impressive, Kane would be absolutely floored when he finds out Valen went out during the day.... Of course, that had been before Valen actually knew what sunlight felt like. He might not be so bold now. And look where his bravery had landed him.

Jim opens the door. "I just wanted to let you know that we're gonna get you some blood. Liz's treat." He forces a smile.

Valen picks up on the obvious discomfort in Jim's voice, but he's ecstatic nonetheless. Maybe they wouldn't need to fight the uphill battle of convincing them to get equipment and supplies for imitation blood after all. He gives Kane's arm a few excited taps, trying to squeal with delight.

"Really?" Kane asks, stunned. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Jim, I, I don't know what to say, thank you so much!" He tears up a little, emotional about the fact that he's actually going to be fed.

"Yeah, 'course. Uh, so Liz is gonna just let you feed directly, says it'll be easier that way right now. 'Specially because Valen doesn't exactly... have lips right now, to drink out of a cup or whatever. Your mouth looks pretty bad, would you still be able to feed normally?" Jim asks.

Valen wrings his hands. He's not sure, but he's afraid that if he says no, they'll change their minds about feeding him, thinking it too much effort. No alternative is immediately obvious to him. He can at least give it a try. He still has his teeth, and that's really all he needs. He gives a thumbs-up.

Jim takes them both upstairs. Liz has removed her jacket. "Okay, you're only each getting half a meal, since I'm just one person and Jim's off-limits. You hear me? Off limits."

"Yes, ma'am." Kane says immediately, clinging to Valen. "I-I understand. Thank you so much for feeding us. We're so, so grateful."

Valen scribbles THANK YOU LIZ. He's too afraid to write I LOVE YOU like he had for Jim, because Liz is scarier, but he adds:

I've never fed directly from a human before. What is the best way to do it, that will make you most comfortable?

Liz immediately looks away before reading, then considers, sighs, and looks at the note. She figures by now that Valen's not going to use persuasion on her. Even if he did, both vampires are too weak to overpower Jim, and Jim could just call for help. It's daytime. She smiles as soon as she reads it.

"I dunno, I've never been fed from before. Bitten, sure, but not fed from." she admits. "That's sweet of you, though. Just do your best. And not the neck. Let's try the arm, yeah? That’s how they do it at the doctor. Who's going first?"

Jim looks like he might pass out, but he doesn't want to leave the room.

"You." Kane insists, nudging Valen forward a little. "I got to feed during the experiments. You go first."

Valen does not argue, feeling relieved and selfish. He creeps forward and crouches, taking Liz's arm, feeling goblin-like. He gives her one last glance, as though to give her a chance to change her mind, before opening the skin. He doesn't actually bite--He was one of the few vampires that had studied human wound healing, a subject very few vampires found much use for, considering it a subset of veterinary medicine--but he knows that a shallower wound will heal faster and not be as painful. So he drags his fang across to make a cut, holding Liz's arm delicately, taking dainty, gentle sips.

Jim watches this whole process with extreme anxiety. Saying that seeing his sister be fed from is very unpleasant for him would be an understatement. He fights the urge to push Valen away from her, protect her from the vampires using her as food.

Kane has been starving for two weeks: he is very hungry, but not to the point he can't control himself. He waits patiently for his turn.

Valen doesn't lick the wound closed when he's finished, because he figures it would be optimal for them to feed from the same cut, leaving it open for Kane. He steps back and gives a gesture that's half a bow, half a curtsey, dipping and holding it with gratitude.

"Great! That went well." Liz smiles at Valen, but her face falls and becomes icy when she turns to look at Kane. "Your turn."

Kane is very nervous. "Yes, ma'am." he says meekly, approaching her.

"Wait." Jim steps in front of Liz suddenly. "Don't touch her. Feed from me."

"Jim, you don't have to-" Liz starts.

"I want to." Jim shoves his arm out, but he's shaking. The only thing more unappealing than Kane feeding from him again is watching Kane feed from Liz. Not that. He can’t let that happen, ever. No matter what he has to do.

Kane looks back and forth between Jim and Liz anxiously, waiting for confirmation.

"It's fine." Jim insists, very much looking like it's not fine. "It's nothing we haven't done before."

Kane hesitantly takes his arm. "I'm not going to hurt you." he says softly. "It's different now. If you tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Okay." Jim can’t watch, his fist curled so tightly his knuckles go white. "Go."

Liz goes to hold Jim’s other hand while Kane feeds. He copies what Valen did. He drinks half a meal, because that’s what he was told to do, then licks it closed. "Thank you, Jim. Thank you."

Jim nods. "I'm gonna go lay down. Liz, can you... finish up here?"

"Yeah. Go lay down, big guy." Liz pats him on the back as he goes, then turns to Valen and holds out her arm. "You can finish."

Valen feels sorry for Jim. He knows what Kane did to him, and how scary it must be for him. He thinks Jim must be so very brave, and so very kind. He wants to give Jim a gift of some kind, but he has nothing at the moment. Maybe later he can think of something.

He meekly steps forward and drinks a bit more blood from Liz, then licks it closed. He holds up the paper that says THANK YOU LIZ again. He knows this is stressful and unpleasant for them. He thinks about the artificial blood again, but he doesn't dare ask Liz alone without Jim there. Maybe later, when the two vampires have earned some more trust, they could discuss it. Valen steps back and takes Kane's hand.

Kane's eyes are squarely on Liz, and he grips Valen's hand tight. He knows Liz hates him, and he's just fed from Jim in front of her.

Liz does give him a glare. Kane leans in closer to Valen, and she sighs, looking to Valen, too. "I'll be back tomorrow. And the next day. Think of anything you need, and I'll go get it. Time to go back in the basement."

Valen gives a little excited bounce. He scribbles out quickly on the notepad, I can do seamstress work if you get me supplies. So Jim does not have to keep lending us his own clothes. And I would like to make a gift for him, and I can sew something for you as well. I can sew men's and women's clothes.

Liz gives a small smile and leads them back to the basement. "You got it. I'll grab some already-together clothes, too."

"Thank you so much for your help, ma'am." Kane says quietly.

Liz sours instantly as she looks at him. "One last thing. If either of you hurt him, I will kill you. And Valen's not the one I'm worried about."

Kane nods vigorously. "I wouldn't. Never again."

"Good." She sighs. "Back tomorrow with sewing stuff."

She locks them in the basement and goes to check on Jim.

"That... that couldn't have gone better." Kane says quietly.

Valen nods and gives him a long hug. He writes, Jim was so brave. I hope he is OK. That must have been very stressful for him. And I can tell Liz is annoyed. I suspect she would not be so helpful if it were just you alone. Maybe that's why she wanted to take me off Jim's hands.

Kane shudders and holds him tighter, aware of the fact that Valen is basically all that's keeping him safe. "Yes. I wish so, so badly I could just take it all back. That I could just never have hurt him. Thank you for protecting me."

You protected me first.

Kane leans down slightly and kisses Valen on the forehead. "I always will."

Valen gets flush with warm feelings. He's never felt so genuinely safe with anyone before. He's starting to feel like no matter what horrible situation he finds himself in, Kane being there would always make it a little better somehow. Everyone who had ever loved him had conditioned that love on certain things, wanted him to behave or be a certain way, but with Kane, it feels like no matter what happens, nothing could lessen the feeling of caring for each other.

Before they go to sleep, Valen asks Kane to sing to him again, and he does so, an older love song from back home in vampire territory.

Afterwards, cuddled into Valen's side, he timidly asks, "Are we... a thing?" He's not too sure. He feels like this is what romance is, but he's never been in a relationship before and wants to be sure. Friends say I love you, too.

Valen rolls over and gives him an exasperated look

Kane laughs, his anxiety suddenly gone. "Okay, okay. That was stupid of me. I… guess that makes me gay, doesn't it? My parents would disown me. I don't even care." It feels exhilarating, to finally have a love that he doesn't need to reach desperately for.

Valen gives him the wishy-washy hand wobble signal. Eh. Yeah, kind of does, he thinks. A little. Scary to realize, huh?

Valen reaches for his notepad and pulls it up onto the bed. He writes, Why should we care about the opinions of those who don't even consider humans as fully people? What could they possibly be correct about?

"Yeah. You're right." Kane nuzzles into his shoulder. "I'm glad I found you, even if it took all that."

Valen writes, My husband is convinced that I'll come to my senses and start behaving properly any day now. I've asked him to sign the divorce paperwork many times, but I can't get him to. I suspect my family and yours would get along just as well as you and I do.

"If we're ever free, I'll march right down to Priscus and tell him you're taken." Kane says with a grin. "Bet that wouldn't look too proper."

Valen smiles, turning over and backing into Kane so that they're spooning, wanting to fall asleep that way. It's cozy.

***

Things continue rather peacefully for the next few days. Jim starts using a blood draw kit, but Liz just lets Valen feed directly from her. She brings over clothes, including binders, and sewing stuff. Kane asks Valen to teach him to sew, so they can do it together. Valen comes out to Jim, and everything seems to be going well.

One day, when the three are in the living room together, Jim gets a phone call.

“Hey, Jim, how are you? It’s Chase. Just calling on behalf of the vampire hunters to check up on ya. Just wanted to make sure everything went okay with the leeches after pickup. Your sister and your local branch handled disposal after you were done, right?"

Kane gasps, his blood running cold at the sound of his tormenter's voice. He immediately takes Valen's hand, pressing into him fearfully.

Valen doesn't have the same Pavlovian conditioning as Kane about this voice, but he certainly recognizes it and knows to fear it. Valen puts an arm around Kane and gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. He does three taps on Kane's shoulder, then looks up at Jim with wary eyes, trying not to cry.

Jim glances at the vampires briefly. This is not good. "Uh, no, they're uh, still kickin'. Not literally. Listen, this isn't a good time." He wants to talk to this bastard as little as possible.

"I'll get out of your hair, then," Chase says agreeably. "Shit, good on you for having the balls to not go for it right away after what that one did to you. Especially after it took out the researcher at the other branch."

Jim freezes. "What?"

"Valen," Kane whispers urgently, feeling impossibly trapped. It's daytime, and they've been fed a little, but they're both still so weak. His stomach feels like it's made of ice.

Jim..... doesn't know that Kane killed Nick. He doesn't know, and clearly this is unwelcome news.

Valen's mind also races to the possibility of escape. They can't die now, or be sent back, they can't, things have just started to finally, somehow, get better. Valen trembles, gripping Kane firmly, hoping against hope that maybe somehow Jim will understand.

Kane starts to cry, clinging to Valen. He hopes that whatever punishment he's given doesn't involve Valen being hurt, too. He hopes it's anything but being sent back. Even if it's the sun for a month, that would end. Being sent back would be forever.

"Yeah, the parasites were at a different branch before, but the fucker killed its keeper and ran. They were halfway back to vampire territory when we caught 'em. Shit, did no one tell you? I thought someone would’ve mentioned it to you or your sister. Guess everyone else thought the same shit. You need someone to come help you out?"

Kane sobs into Valen, shivering. Valen's eyes widen at that. Just Jim, Valen felt like they had a shot at reasoning with. But if any of them came over...

Valen pleadingly shakes his head at Jim. Please. Please just let it be over.

Part of Jim wants to say yes. He wants to say Yes, this is too much, I'm scared, help me.

"N-no. I can handle it," Jim stammers instead. "Bye." He places the receiver back on the hook, but doesn't let go of it as he turns to look fearfully at Kane.

"Please!" Kane wails, hysterical. "I'm sorry! Please please please, I'll be good, please don't make me go back!"

Valen keeps his grip firmly on Kane and moves himself in between them. Pressing Kane back into the wall protectively, just as Kane had done for him so many times.

I can fix this. I can fix this. We're all just scared.

He reaches a placating hand out to Jim. He's afraid to make any sudden movements, to reach for his notepad to say something.

Jim flinches back, letting go of the phone as he steps further and further away. They're vampires and there's two of them and one has persuasion and the other is Kane and he killed someone.

"No," Jim squeaks, wincing when he remembers he's not supposed to be defiant. He stares back at Valen with wide, terrified eyes. "Please don't hurt me, sir." The words sound odd in his mouth: he never even begged much back when he was Kane's, but he can't afford not to now.

Oh. Valen had expected Jim to be angry, or demand an explanation... but of course he would just be scared. So, so scared. Jim didn't know, how could he?

Not letting go of Kane, Valen reaches over and gets his notepad, sliding it over and scribbling out quickly. Valen has always been.....verbose, but he realizes he needs to keep it short and simple.

JIM

I PROMISE YOU'RE SAFE

KANE HAD A VERY GOOD REASON TO KILL THAT MAN

Jim looks away immediately, before he can read what's on the paper. His eyes well up with tears. He's going to use persuasion on me. They're vampires. They're faster than me. I won't be able to get out the door. Just like at Kane's.

Kane, trembling, reaches out to turn the paper around. Valen is trying to help, to convince Jim, and he needs more than anything for that to succeed.

"It- it says, J-Jim, I promise you're safe, Kane had a very good reason to- to kill th-that man," Kane reads, voice shaky with tears. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to h-hurt anyone anymore, but he just, he wouldn't stop. He w-wouldn't stop hurting us, I know I, I deserve it, but Valen doesn't!" he cries. "Please, I understand if- if you need to p-puish me. Please don't hurt him." Despite his words, he continues cowering behind Valen.

Jim knows that feeling. He'd planned to kill Kane, after all. He tries to tell himself it's okay, it's not like before, he's not going to be hurt. "Okay," he says quietly, practically a whisper. "I won't. I won't hurt either of you. So just, please don't."

Valen scribbles out on the notepad again.

We won't hurt you

You saved us

I would do anything for you

Kane killed him to save me from being tortured and raped every day

We wouldn't hurt you

Kane chokes on his voice and can't bring himself to read this one out loud.

Figuring the vampires could probably overpower him together even in their weakened state and so whether Valen uses persuasion is meaningless, Jim slowly turns around.

He fills with sadness as he reads the note. "Oh," he says softly. "Yeah. That'll do it."

Kane looks to him with desperation for a long moment, wondering what his punishment will be decided as.

Jim looks him straight in the eye. "You did the right thing."

Kane certainly wasn't expecting that. "R-really?"

"Yeah," Jim confirms. "Hell, I wasn't thinking right, I was too panicky. Even without that stuff, he was hurting you and holding you captive. Of course you'd defend yourself."

Valen is overtaken by such intense relief that for a moment all he can do is cry, clutching Kane and sobbing into his chest. After a moment of that, he reaches out and takes Jim's hands, unsure of how to communicate the thunderstorm of emotions rolling over him, grateful tears brimming over in his eyes.

Jim holds Valen's hand gently. "I won't hurt you either," he assures him, starting to calm down himself. "You're safe here, too."

Valen starts to go in for a hug, then thinks better of it, rocking on his heels between Kane and Jim. He picks up his notepad and draws a big heart on it, then shows it to Jim.

"Yeah. Hearts all around." Jim smiles.

***

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the-sun-princess · 6 months ago

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Emi Plays Revue Starlight: El Dorado Part 10

ok time to finish off the clautaba stageplay bit and we'll see if i'm insane enough for mahiru to start that route or wait til tomorrow after work

uh....cw?: for my brain finally catching onto lines in the play that straight up tell u whats going on but it didnt click til mahiru said the lines

oh right forgot to know who junna n nana are. sounds like junna's luigi so my guesses have been on the mark this time

ALSO I REALIZED THAT KAORUKO N FUTABA ACTUALLY GET TO KISS EACH OTHER ON STAGE THATS NOT FAIR KJHKJSDF

oh interesting. miguel and carmencita are here at the grave

ajsfdf mahiru cavallero is just Immediately Shady As Hell thats very funny. tbf it Does help jam in that cavallero is not offering to take salvatore in outta charity

oo now the ring swap. that fits in better. also god i have to turn the bgm even further down so i can actually hear the voicelines

futaba praise :)

d'awwwww hikari talked a lot about futaba

yknow cavallero does say salvatore has a lusty toned technique is he like. sexually abusing him? not an interpretation i got outta the others but 3rd time reading and mahiru voicing it makes it sound that way

i mean he has to be abusing his sailors in SOME way for them to hate them- it just didnt rlly click that rape was a possible option til now.

ble ble ble columbus

ohohohoho? isabel asking to come along this time. this was the only time til now i actually got that salvatore was the one grabbing isabel n kissing her junna salvatore there was 0 impression for me to Not think it was isabel doing it before running off

kaoruko salvatore at least had lines in the intermission that made it seem so

...

YEAH I RLLY SHOULDA PUT TOGETHER IT WAS SPOSED TO BE RAPE BEFORE NOW- this isnt even subtext why did my brain just assume it was vague physical violence when its just.....obv sexual assault. tsk tsk at the other cavalleros u didnt say ur lines like a predator enough

sometimes i get overly concious of my art mistakes and then starlight goes and puts out an official product i had to pay for with art like this and i'm like 'i'm fine'

i dont even have a team of editors or ppl meant to be checking this stuff. or speak japanese well but i can still tell when they fucked up a line's translation (sometimes)

i think its funny that in the intermissions the gfs of everyone come up to give them water

EXCEPT for nana to junna. futaba gave junna water bc nana was off crying in a corner about her kissing mahiru

well now im just thinking about arisa freaking out at kasumi in bandori s2 skjhf

kiss again. do it you two. kiss again

kaoruko what does THAT even mean

oh my GOD kaoruko i s2g

make allll that fuss about being embarrassed and then have to save face by calling the kiss futaba's "audition" i'm going to bang my head through a wall

yeah yeah obv futaba n claudines performances were inspired by the others

tabun

back to da play. carmencita still does Nothing

oh interesting, actual scenes of alejandro catching up to salvatore. .....ALEJANDRO WHY U HIRE THE BULLIES FROM THE FIRST ACT

ISABEL AS A STOWAWAY????????/ oh boy with all the upheaval to the status quo on this one i cannot WAIT for mahiru route

also i fuckin hate this line ksjfh (not literally but)

all i can think of is

oh i guess you can sail to granada from wherever they started-

it still makes 0 sense to me on how alejandro caught up to salvatore

SJKFH THE CACKLE I LET OUT

isabel using alejandro just to get to salvatore oohh man just rub it in

yeah sorry bud

i like how the eyebrow is hidden by the eyepatch but not the hair

i was wondering what isabel was doin all this time. just watchin i guess. she screams after salvatore jumps ship

rip isabel....still stuck in a destiny thats not of ur choosing

gah i want to mahiru route now. but i know i'll want to play it thru straight. and i have work tomorrow so i cant do that bc gotta get to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. esp if it'll be longer than the other routes like it prob will be

i wonder how tragic it will end...and also presumably where hikari pops in. like i know she's in here SOMEWHERE ksjfdh

<<part 9 part 11>>

#emi plays el dorado #revue starlight el dorado

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ariswolfram · 4 months ago

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Zhasta | 5,132 P. D.

Extended Visit

I cant stop pacing around my room. Although I've got used to the stuff given to me, i cant help but think of them daily.

I do know what they are going through as well… I know full well.

Rez went cold.

Aaviner is letting his true form slip more often.

Poor Obsidian isn't talking to anyone, constantly daydreaming… … none of them are handling it well, and its all my fault.

I did this to them…

… I went too early, and cost not only the mission, but my family.

There's a knock on the door… I stop pacing.

The knock repeats moments later. I turn and make my way to it, opening the door to find Saffron standing in front of me.

"Zhasta Kaen…"

"… dont be formal." That sounded rude. I'm always fucking rude.

"… i have finished the contract. Your soul is stable again, so you can go back," he hands me a scroll, "but there's a catch."

"… what is it?" I take it and open the scroll up.

"… you will still be dead… your still but a spirit… you will just be visiting the mortal plane for an extended period of time…"

"... How long?" Reading over the scroll, I can confidently say i understand nothing.

"One lifetime in the mortal coil, for every two spent here."

"… i wont be alive again…"

"But you will be with them"

"Fine… ill do it." I replied to that last one way too fast. He thinks I'm stupid.

"… then sign the contract."

I don't take another moment to think it through. I immediately sprawl the words 'Zhasta A. Kaen' onto the bottom of the page.

The contract is then suddenly taken by Saffron. He starts rolling it up, "Your gonna be with them shortly... I'll be sure to deliver the contract to you in due time. Always keep it near you; if its destroyed, there's no coming back."

I nod to him, and before i knew it, I'm awake again…

I sit up… looking around at the eerily familiar room i used to spend so... little time in. I preferred the kitchen or bridge.

I press a finger against my neck… no pulse still…

Am I alive or am i dead…

… I'm on an extended leave… almost forgot.

Looking around, everything is still in the place i put it. As if they were scared of moving it. Though a small altar was added in the center of the room... They are offering pasta to the altar. Is that why I kept getting food in the mail?

"Zhasta…?" a child's voice speaks in my mind… No… wait…

"… Obsidian?"

"ZHASTA?!" This time, the voice is heard in the bridge.

The running of footsteps is heard, before the door slams open. Didn't know a creature of such small size had that much strength.

Before I knew it, everyone was there… all of them were strangling me to death… though I was already dead…

…

… Obsidian and Bee haven't stopped staring at me as well…

… as if they know I'm still dead…

… they know…

They know.

They know I'm dead.

I didn't want death.

I didn't want any of this pain.

I just wanted to live my life…

… whats the point of it all if I'm already dead?

like, yes. Being back is nice. But I'm not truly back. I'm here temporarily, and then ill be sent back.

I shouldn't be scared. Why am I scared?

I got what I wanted, why isn't this enough?

I want to cry, but i can't.

Nothing is going to be the same... Nothing is the same. Its not the same. Its not the same.

I need to feel the weight of a heart, I need to feel the wind again. I need to breathe again... I cant be like this forever... I cant be like this forever.

I'm surrounded by my family, but I feel alone... I cant even feel their touch...

... I can't feel...

#lore #lore drop #oc lore #singural hyperion #story #lore dump #dnd #short story #dnd homebrew #fantasy #xenofiction

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 2 years ago

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What would happen if

Azul sees a mershrimp!mc

This is your fault :D

Warning(s): manipulation, yandere-ish & animalistic Azul, biting, there's a predator/prey dynamic, Azul's just a teeny bit sadistic in this one ;)

Octopi eat shrimp. That is a well-known fact.

So when you, a shrimp mer, found out that Azul Ashengrotto was in fact an octopus, well... you were even more cautious around him than you were before.

But of course word gets out eventually. You can't hide your true form forever. And eventually, as all information around the school does, the info that you were a shrimp mer made its way to Azul.

"Ah, hello (Y/N)! Would you like to join me for lunch?" Azul asked you one day. Knowing Azul, this wasn't a question, it was more of a demand.

When you two got your lunch, he made a real show of describing the shrimp pasta he ordered. The texture, the quality, the taste of the shrimp... you knew what he was doing, what he was setting up.

This can't be good...

One day, the Leech twins showed up at your door.

"G'morning, Shrimpy~!"

"Azul wants to speak with you."

The pair of twins escorted you to Octavinelle, to the Mostro Lounge, and into the VIP room, where Azul was waiting for you.

He had a shrimp cocktail on his desk.

"Hello there, (Y/N). So glad you could meet me. Come, sit down." He smiled. "I see you eyeing the shrimp cocktail... it's for the both of us, you know. You can have some if you want, I don't mind~"

"No... no thanks." You said.

"More for me, I suppose." He shrugged, before eating one of the shrimp. That made you wince slightly. You knew the shrimp was dead, but it still didn't feel right to watch. "Now (Y/N), I have a wonderful deal for you! I'm sure you'll agree to it!"

"What makes you so sure I will?" You asked.

"Because you will severly regret it if you don't." Azul simply responded. "Well, actually... I'm not that cruel. I'll give you the grace of not being alive when I do that..." He smirked evilly to himself. "But the point is, you really don't want to decline this offer, (Y/N)."

You read over the details of the contract as Azul continued making a show of how much he enjoyed the shrimp cocktail...

"You see, (Y/N), I've taken quite the interest in you recently." Azul told you as you continued reading. "If you simply sign the contract and allow me to do whatever I want to you with a few exceptions... then I will grant you protection from everyone in the school who may want to... take advantage of your mer form~" He explained. "A wonderful deal, is it not?"

"...and what if I don't sign this?" You cautiously asked.

"Oh! Is it not clear to you yet?" He asked with a slight chuckle. "You may not have noticed it, but... I quite like the taste of shrimp. It's one of my favourite foods, in fact! And well, if you sign this contract... then I will consider not ripping your tail from your body, frying it up in the kitchen, and then eating it."

You just sat there in shock for a moment after hearing him say that.

"But of course, no pressure (Y/N)!" Azul smiled innocently. "Sign the contract or don't! I'm fine with whichever option you choose~"

Oh, well that's just great. Your options here are either to let Azul do whatever he wants to you, or literally die.

You sighed, and then signed your name upon Azul's golden contract scroll.

"Why thank you, (Y/N)."

Tomorrow was when everything began to go wrong.

Octopi eat shrimp. You know that, Azul knows that... he used that fact to his advantage. Whenever he needed to threaten you he would talk about cooking you up in a skillet, which always successfully quieted you down. He used the fact that he was one of your natural predators to his advantage whenever he could.

Sometimes he'd even talk about forcing you back into your mer form and boiling you alive if you broke contract... jeez, talk about harsh.

Azul was very unforgiving. Whenever you did something he didn't want you to, he immediately resorted to threatening you with death... whenever he saw your scared face, oh how it satisfied him. It gave him a rush. It just felt so amazing to know you were completely at his mercy.

He also made sure to order food that involved shrimp whenever you ate lunch with him. Seeing your uncomfortable face whenever he took a took a juicy bite of the shrimp was so fun! Sometimes he would ask you "Did you know this one?" in a taunting manner before eating another shrimp.

And as if everything else didn't make you feel uncomfortable enough, every now and again Azul would refer to you as prey or meat, always with a malicious grin on his face.

You had thought you could deal with this just for a day.

It's only for a day, right?

Oh, if only you knew how wrong you were.

This would be your life for the next few months, much to your displeasure...

One night, Azul invited you to his room.

You knew you weren't allowed to decline, so you reluctantly made your way over.

When you entered his room, he was already undressing.

"Hello there, (Y/N)." He said, not even looking back. "Close the door and get on the bed, please~"

You did as he asked, and you saw Azul slowly transforming back into his true self as he got onto the bed and pinned you down.

"(Y/N)... may I have... a bite...?" Azul asked, breathing heavily. "Just a small one, dearest... I just want to see... if you taste like a shrimp in this form..."

Before you could respond, Azul took a chunk out of your bicep. The wound was quickly numbed before you had the chance to feel any pain.

You could tell Azul was enjoying himself. He savoured the taste of your flesh in his mouth. He had a terrible smile on his face as he swallowed.

"You don't taste like shrimp, but... I'll take it~" He said. He wrapped one of his tentacles tightly around your wound to prevent the bleeding. "You should feel lucky you'e not in your true form right now. With your tiny size, even a single bite would've killed you. My venom is nearly harmless to humans, but... it would kill a shrimp like you immediately."

His teeth (beak?) were stained with blood... your blood....

And when you saw that, that was when you really started to panic.

"Oh... my little helpless prey... you delicious piece of meat... I'd just love to see your eyes well up with tears as I cruelly eat other shrimp merfolk just like you... I'd adore seeing your horrified face as the blood leaks out from my lips, letting the thought stew in your head that soon enough it'll be your turn~" Azul confessed.

"Get off of me...!" You demanded, trying to push him away. But every time you tried you push Azul off of you, his grip on you just got stronger.

"Ah, struggling, are we~?" Azul asked, licking his lips. "It won't do you any good. The ones who struggle always taste the best, it's like you want me to eat you alive! Everytime I look at your scared face, every little movement you make... oh, it just makes my mouth water darling~"

Azul's tentacles wrapped around your legs and slipped under your shirt.

"Every little movement you make just makes me hungrier." His warm saliva dripped down onto your chest as he spoke. "Luckily for you though, according to our contract, I can't kill you. I just thought it would be fun if I... teased you for a bit. It seems I was right!"

He collapsed onto you. He rubbed his face against yours, and whispered in your ear.

"I won't do anything to you, I promise. Now go to sleep, my cute shrimp~"

How Azul expected you to peacefully sleep after all that, you had no idea.

#i really enjoyed writing this lol #the usually calm and composed gentleman azul showing off his more animalistic and carnivorous side? awesome.#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul

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tired-teacher-blog · 3 years ago

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Can i uh request Iida with a fem virgin s/o 😳 Like treating her gently cause he doesnt wanna hurt her because its her first time?? And she's oversensitive too! Take ur time huns :]

You got it babe!

Title : Trust

Characters : Tenya Iida/ Virgin!Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ fluff

Trigger warning : Reader's first time having intercourse

Everyone is aged up

Please do not read if you're a minor

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"I love him.. I love him.. I love him so much so why not?"

You mumbled under your breath while pacing the room nervously.

The idea of taking your relationship to the next level has often crossed your mind, and you have always thought about discussing your desire with your boyfriend, but everytime you start talking, you end up cowering in embarrassment and changing the subject.

Tenya too, has never pressured you into anything. He's a gentle guy, loving and caring and he always puts your needs before his own.

He would never do anything that could possibly cause you discomfort, that's why he has never brought up the idea of sex even though you two have been together for months.

And it's not that he doesn't want it. Oh, he craves it more than you think, it's just that he wants you to be as comfortable as possible before taking the next step.

_ "Hey honey, dinner is ready." Tenya called out from the kitchen so you had to put a pin in that thought for the moment.

_ "Is everything okay y/n? You're barely touching your food. Do you not like it?!" He freaked out thinking about it so you had to reassure him.

_ "No no no sweetie the food is delicious I promise." You smiled placing your hand on top of his and watched as he picked it up to kiss your knuckles one by one.

_ "Then what is it love? You look distracted, did something happen at work today? Are you hurt anywhere? Are you perhaps tired? Please just tell me.."

_ "It's fine I promise." You moved your chair closer to his and placed a gentle peck on his furrowed eyebrows. Frankly, you knew he wouldn't believe you, and you knew he wouldn't rest until you tell him exactly what was going on.

You sighed in defeat and decided to come clean, you wanted him to know after all, so why not now?

_ "Honestly.. I've been thinking a lot about us.." You stopped for a moment shifting your eyes to the side and pondering your next words. "Tenya, I want to have sex with you, we've waited long enough and I'm ready." It would be a lie to say you weren't embarrassed by your own confession, but you didn't regret it one bit.

_ "What? But honey, this is a huge step for you." He was nervous, extremely so, it would be your first time ever after all.

He was afraid of hurting you, of scaring you, of making you regret your decision. He wouldn't mind waiting because it's you, and you're worth it.

And you knew all that, all the things running through his head as he gazed into your eyes, so you had to reassure him.

_ "True, it is a huge step but it's something I'm happily willing to do because I trust you, and because I love you, and because I'm ready." You moved to sit on his lap and hugged him tightly as you awaited his response.

His tense shoulders relaxed a little under your touch, and his muffled voice came after a while:

_ "Alright sweetheart, anything for you."

You stood up immediately pulling him along as you did, and marched straight to his bedroom.

You turned around to face him and were instantly overcame with a sense of self consciousness.

_ "It's fine love, I'll take care of you I promise, but if at any point you feel like stopping, don't hesitate to tell me alright? This is a big step but it's not supposed to be scary." His words never failed to comfort you.

You nodded smiling, and placed your palms on his neck, moving slowly and kissing him.

His arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he walked forward moving you along with him until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell backwards with a yelp.

_ "Are you okay babe?" Tenya smirked teasingly as he hovered over your shaky frame.

You couldn't trust your voice so instead you nodded eagerly and pulled his shirt, silently asking him to fill that annoying gap between your bodies.

He didn't miss a beat and moved one arm under your waist, hoisting you up and settling you completely on top of the bedsheets before gently spreading your legs and positioning himself between them.

It was so endearing how he searched your expressions for any signs of wavering or discomfort everytime he did something.

You pulled him flush against you and kissed his lips again while running your fingers through his locks.

His hands traveled slowly under your shirt, tracing your sensitive skin and leaving goosebumps behind. He loved the effect he had on you and wanted to do more, but he wouldn't overwhelm you, he would take his time and give you a chance to enjoy and get used to all the new sensations.

His lips moved to your jaw, and then your neck, down to your collarbone, tracing soft wet kisses in their path, and you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning his name.. it was too early for that, even the inexperienced you, knew it.

_ "Honey, is it okay to take off your shirt now?" He whispered between gentle pecks and you finally allowed your voice to be heard as you whimpered a shaky "yes".

He sat up, eyes locked with you, and smiled sweetly while helping you get rid of the garment leaving you in your bra. It was okay so far, nothing out of the ordinary, he had seen that much of you before anyway.

He then removed his own shirt and you couldn't help but reach out a hesitant hand to trace his well defined chest.

_ "It's fine sweetheart, you can touch me all you want." His encouraging tone gave you more confidence, and you took your time feeling his flexing muscles under your fingertips.

One of your hands moved down to your own pants, clumsily fondling it, and he joined your quest when he noticed your struggle to remove them.

_ "You too.. Tenya.." You mumbled shyly, fingers looping through the waistband of his sweatpants.

He hesitated for a moment, how would you react to seeing his already throbbing dick against the thin fabric of his boxers? Would it freak you out? That's the last thing he wants. But you were stubborn and your mind was already set.

He leaned back, lowering his pants slowly and you gasped as his dick bounced up. His boxers were already stained and the sight relieved you -as strange as that might sound- you were happy to know that he was as excited for you as you were for him.

He smiled and kissed you again, unintentionally brushing his dick against your throbbing pussy.

_ "Tenya.." You shuddered and arched your back, craving more of him against you, but he misunderstood, thinking the opposite.

_ "Hey love are you alright? Is this too much for you?"

_ "No, no, it feels good.. I want you inside me, please.." You whimpered gyrating your hips underneath his. It was out of character for you to be this bold, but for some reason it felt good, and right. It was exactly what you've always wanted, and you weren't scared, you were ready, so ready for him, and he knew it.

_ "Sweetheart listen, this is your first time so we have to be careful with your body. It might hurt but I promise I'll do everything I can to make it as pleasant as possible. But please remember, we don't have to go all the way tonight, it's fine to stop, just promise me that you'll not force yourself to carry on." His voice was soothing, and his eyes were filled with love.

_ "Yes, I promise."

He slowly removed your panties, scanning your face as he did so. You were embarrassed -understandably so- but other than that you felt perfectly alright.

His fingers ran along your butt cheeks and it sent shivers throughout your whole body. You've never been touched there before, and to have his gentle palms caressing that part of you was all you needed.

He moved one hand to his mouth, tongue twirling around his fingers before bringing it back to your fluttering pussy and slowly fondling your clit.

He wanted you to be relaxed before going any further and your reaction told him he was doing a good job.

You moaned, rolling your hips against his fingers and hugging him impossibly close to yourself.

You've touched your own pussy before, but no matter how good it had felt, it was nothing compared to what he was doing to you.

You were already close and he knew it.

_ "Kiss me.." You whimpered against his neck and he did as asked, kissing your lips tenderly and pushing his fingers inside your warmth as slowly as he possibly could do so without hurting you.. though it was inevitable and you both knew it so he hoped his kiss would distract you from the pain.

His lips moved along your neck, then lower until he reached your chest and with his free hand, he scooped your boobs out of their confinement before gently sucking the flesh surrounding your nipples and teasingly running his tongue along your hardening teats, all the while prodding your virgin core.

The sensations were too much for you to handle, and you dug your nails in his back as you moaned his name over and over again because that was the only thing you could do.

It felt good, and painful.. Hot, and burning. It was all new and you loved every moment of it.

He was extremely gentle with you after all, so you had nothing to worry about. And soon, his fingers weren't enough for you, you craved something more, something that could move even deeper inside of you.

_ "Tenya, please put it in now, I want you inside me when I cum."

To be honest he could barely hold himself back at that point, so he lowered his boxers taking his dick in his hand and pumping it a few times before aligning himself with your weeping cunt and pushing in slowly.. extremely slowly.

It hurt, a lot, so you threw your head back and braced yourself until he was completely inside you.

_ "Honey how are you feeling? I won't move until you tell me." He kissed your neck and awaited the reply that never came. You couldn't trust your voice so instead you nodded softly and held him flush against you. His hands caressed your sides reassuringly until you finally were ready for him to move. So you whimpered and shakily moved your hips against his own. He took the hint and started moving slowly. His thrusts were shallow at first, barely doing anything, but when your cries slowly turned into moans, he picked up the pace.

You suddenly felt something trickling down your pussy and Tenya felt it too, he stopped for a moment to ask if you were hurt, if he should slow down or stop, but you shook your head eagerly and wrapped your trembling legs around his waist.

The blood droplets covering both your core and his dick finally stopped, and your slick took over making Tenya's movements easier inside of you.

You were finally close to climaxing and the remnant bits of pain slowly disappeared.

He was close too, you could tell by the way he started twitching within you.

And suddenly, a warm feeling formed in the pit of your stomach.

_ "Tenya! I think.." You slurred your words and he knew exactly what you meant, so he sat up, kissing your forehead, nose, and then your lips tenderly before whispering against them:

_ "Go ahead love." And that's all it took for you to cum around his dick, convulsing uncontrollably as you did.

His thrusts continued throughout your orgasm, and only when your body fell limp underneath him, did he pull out pumping himself a few times and splurting all over your glistening thighs.

He looked at you with heavy eyes, admiring the sight before him, hair all messed up, wet parted lips, heaving chest, body flushed and fucked out.. He couldn't believe what happened, and he couldn't help but lean in and kiss you again, and again, and again until you started giggling.

_ "Are you feeling alright?" He mumbled gently between soft pecks.

_ "Yes.. I'm tired and a bit sore.. but I'm happy."

_ "It's okay sweetheart, just rest for a bit and then I'll take care of you."

You didn't respond after that, you just cupped his cheeks and smiled as you looked into his face, the face of your first, the face of your love, the face of the man who's going to be your one and only.

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bellarkeselection · 3 years ago

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Are You Jealous, Professor ??

Request from @bvbwestfall Charles Xavier hears his soulmate thoughts and its Scott's little sister. He feels werid about it at first so he ingores her and later on he sees Logan flirt laughs with her getting jealous

"I'll be fine guys. You don't have to worry about me here every five minutes." Charles could hear a new girls thoughts over all the other students. It was strange to him he has never heard thoughts so loud and yet so innocent all at the same time. Normally he heard all the dirty little secrets of everyone around him. The things that they whispered in their mind but not this voice. Not this girl, she wasn't like the others and he needed to find out why. Moving the joystick of his chair he was reading to a group of students until he saw Alex walking up with two new people. One wearing bandages and the other well...Charles felt his cheeks turning red at the sight of the girl before him. It was in fact his mystery voice girl. "Alex, it's good to see you." The boy smiled resting each hand on the shoulders of the other two. "This is my sister Y/n and my brother Scott. I'm thinking you can help."

Honestly this was a fun one to write. Also it switches from 1st person to 3rd person pov a little bit...I'm trying something new 🤗

@groovy-lady @rosie-posie08 @makeshift-prime

For the past few months my brother Scott and I have been at this school for Gifted people trying to learn to control their powers. My brothers have the same red energy it just comes out in different places. And then you have me I wasn't gifted with the energy but the ability to read person's mind. Logan, one of my friends walked down the stairs right before I pulled my sleeve down of my right arm. I haven't been able to figure out what the mark on me means. It's a circle with an x going across it and it doesn't go away. Ever since I stepped foot in the school it's stayed there. "Hey girl, are you still messing with that arm. Maybe you should let a dock check it?" Logan asked leaning against the wall until I heard a voice appear in his mind, the voice of Professor Charles Xavier none the less. "Stop talking with her!"

"Logan, I'll uh see you later. I think the professor wanted to see you." I leaned up kissing his cheek before he playfully shoves me making me smile. "Stay out of my head, little reader." Logan entered Charles office seeing him reading from his stake of notes for the class he had to teach later. He closes the door behind him and that's when Charles actually looked up from his work. "Ah Logan. What can I do for you?" Wolverine ran a hand through his hair annoyed that he was playing dumb when he could hear everyone's thoughts through the whole school. He knew why Logan came into his office and was trying to hide it. "Cut the crap, Charles. You know why I'm here. I was just talking with Y/n, you know Scott's sister. Until you show up inside my head." Charles rolled his eyes moving his chair away from his desk to face the man directly.

"I have no idea what you're taking about, Logan. Are you on acids?" The Telepath tried to play it off until he entered Logan's mind seeing you kiss his cheek moments ago. Clutching his hands into fists on the armrest Logan finally figured out what was going on. "Are you jealous, Professor?" He teased the man before him seeing his cheeks turning red. "Lisen Charles I only see Y/n as like a little sister or a good friend. Plus my heart belongs to Jean. So I'd go tell her...wait what's that on your arm?" Charles raised a brow unrolling the sleeve on his right arm having the same mark you did. "I don't know. Hank nor I have seen anything like it." Logan opened the door pushing his wheelchair outside where Charles immediately saw you walking towards him.

Leaving my room I try following the red mark because it glows the closer I get to whoever the target was. Running through all different things in my head the only thing that made any sense was that it could be a soulmate mark. There's not much on soulmates unless you count it in children's books but we also live in a world where mutants exists so anything is possible. Stopping in my search I found Charles staring straight at me having the same red glow mark on his arm. He rolled forward as close as he could without stepping on my toes. "Y/n, I have something to tell you. I - I think I'm in love with you." Tilting my head down I felt myself blush but in the end I get bold climbed onto his lap wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him suddenly. "I love you too, Charles." He read my mind too caught up in enjoying the kiss until I broke it. He wrapped his arms around my waist holding me still resting his forehead against mine. "So Logan said you might be jealous hmm, Professor?" Charles blushed deeply at my teasing burying his face into my chest mumbling. "Maybe...but there's no denying you're my soulmate." Logan stood in the doorway of Xavier's office just smiling at the two lover birds finally finding each other.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 13 - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

My dear friend @abimess, I keep stealing your gifs and making updates without telling you. I hope you never get tired of it.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: Magical torture with minors, cursing, angst, ptsd, derogatory thoughts and behavior, dark magic.

Chapter Words: 8.486 K

A/N> Yes, I've gone for a month without warning anyone, and yes that might go on, but at least i'm near ending this (I'm already writing chapter 21). Once I'm finished, I'll just programe tumblr to upload them all for me because i'm lazy. I hope anyone like this yet, i don't even know what i'm doing anymore. Good reading!

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Chapter 13 - Part XIII - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

Gossip really starts to irritate you when you go to lunch after potions.

"You want to say something to me, girl?" You charge impatiently when you hear the giggles behind you again, coming from a group of students sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

The group turns around with wry smiles on their faces, and you notice the editions of the Daily Prophet in the hand of one of the boys. It is Hope Summers, your classmate, who speaks first:

"We're just sharing some theories, Stark." She says in a provocative tone. "Some of us find it an interesting coincidence that just now that Mephisto is back, you and Maximoff are losing control of magic."

You frown.

"What are you talking about?" you ask in surprise, referring to Wanda, but Hope thinks you want her to keep mocking you.

"It's just suspicious that no one knows what happened to you in that dungeon, or at the ministry of magic." Hope counters. "And now you two are blowing things up, and we have a dark wizard on the loose."

"Fuck you, Summmers." You curse as you stand up, leaving the girl in shock at your aggressiveness.

The same auror from the first day stands in front of you as you try to approach Slytherin's table.

"Students must respect..."

But you interrupted his speech with a loud shove that sent him staggering backwards, and drew the immediate attention of several people.

You were seeing red by now, the man's wry smile only making you more irritated.

He drew his wand, but so did you. And the room held its breath.

"Put your wand away, Miss Stark." Warned the auror angrily, but you didn't.

Wanda stood up as she noticed the confusion, rushing to reach you, but the auror put his arm in her way.

"Now, miss." He warned again, and you grunted in irritation.

"Get your hands off her." You retorted, feeling your body fever with hatred.

"Stark." The man said, his arm reaching down to push Wanda back, and you exploded.

You didn't even finish thinking about the spell, the magic exploding out of your wand.

The auror masterfully blocked it, and you dropped your wand to jump on top of him.

It was a confusion of shoving, other bigger students pulling you away from the man and he away from you.

" Never fucking touch her again!" You warned snorting in anger, Thor Odinson stopping you from jumping on the man's neck.

"I just pushed her away from the line of fire, you crazy bitch!" The auror retorted indignantly and angrily. "Go to the headmaster's office now!"

"Fuck you!"

Thor pulled you out of the hall as the crowd of students whistled in celebration, excited about the whole fight. The auror was too busy dissipating everyone to follow you.

"Hey, hothead, calm down." The blonde warned as he released the grip of you by the courtyard. You grunted angrily, wishing you could break something.

"Fuck this school, fuck that asshole." You complained aloud, as Thor looked at you curiously.

"You have quite a rage, Stark." He comments, and you grumble in irritation.

But Wanda catches up with you the next moment, and she looks even angrier than you.

"What the hell was that?" she asks and you roll your eyes, running your hands through your hair.

"I think you are going to be fine for now on." Thor comments, smiling at the thank you Wanda says to him before leaving you two alone.

"So?" Wanda insists, arms crossed. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at her.

"What do you want me to say?" You retort angrily.

"You just started a fight for no reason! Again!" She accuses. "Only this time it was with a wizard who could kill you. I want to know what's going on!"

"I don't know, Wanda!" You exclaim angrily. "Why does everyone expect me to have answers? I don't know! Do you understand that? It feels like I'm going to explode in frustration any second, neither you or Gamora seem to get it. I don't understand what's happening to me!"

"Because you won't talk to us!" She shouts back, just as annoyed as you are. "You're pushing everyone away! Even me! We can't help you if you don't talk to us!"

You grunt impatiently, turning around. There was a strange throbbing in the back of your head, a strange whisper. Like a voice telling you that no one was telling you the truth, that your friends expected too much of you, that Wanda didn't care...

This last thought made you sob. Wanda softened her expression immediately, taking a step toward you and touching your shoulder, but you pulled away from her touch as if burned, wiping your tears away quickly.

"Leave me alone, Wanda." You mutter between teeth. She hesitates, raising her hand toward you again.

"Please."

"I need some time from you." You insist, pushing her hand away, and walking away.

A part of your brain is begging you to go back and make things right, but there is a cloud of anger and irritation that keeps you walking.

//-//-//-//-//

You roll over in bed in discomfort.

Nightmares. Again.

It has only been five days since you had your fight with Wanda, and you are getting worse every day.

With Summers' teasing, you end up noticing other things too.

How the school really found the theory that you and Wanda were somehow related to Mephisto, because the minister had covered up what happened in the dungeons and in the ministry, and everybody thought it was strange that two students were showing an increase in magical potential with the return of a dark wizard.

Unlike you, who were failing considerably in any simple execution of spells, Wanda was demonstrating exceptional abilities. Kaecilius was more than willing to make her the face of progress at Hogwarts, you heard the gossip about bringing in reporters to share the news of the new direction.

You know that the only reason Wanda hasn't come after you yet was because you're running away from her like the plague.

And you couldn't even explain why.

You were also blocking out your real health condition from her. Just like you two practiced during the summer.

Besides hiding this from Wanda, you have kept your friends away too, isolating yourself from everyone else in search of a little rest, only succeeding in taking a nap when you are running away between classes.

And the detentions with Kaecilius keep increasing as you skip classes.

You begin to consider learning to write with a different hand, just so the bruise has time to heal, but at this point you don't even care about the scar anymore.

"You really must like pain." Loki teases wryly as you sit in an empty room, waiting for the aurors' shift change again after your detention.

You don't ask him what he's doing on that floor again, and he doesn't ask why you haven't spoken to your friends in two weeks.

"Sure, that must be it." You joke back, massaging your injured hand.

He assumes a pensive expression for a second.

"Are you sure you haven't been cursed by someone?" He asks, causing you to frown in shock and confusion.

"Excuse me?"

He gives a little chuckle, settling himself better against the wall.

"Everyone's been talking about you being sick." He says. "I heard some of the Ravenclaw people theorize that you became a werewolf over the summer."

You laugh helplessly, massaging your temples lightly.

"I guarantee that's not it." You say making Loki smile.

"If you are sick for no reason, it could be a curse." He says. "I wouldn't be surprised, the way things are."

"But how do I find out if I've been cursed?"

Loki takes a thoughtful stance.

"I don't know." He says. "But I'm sure you can learn that in the no longer reserved session of the library."

You laugh at the joke, but soon you both return to silence. When that hallway's shift ends, Loki sighs, getting up and helping you to stand.

"Still can't perform spells?" He asks, already drawing his wand.

"Only if I want to blow things up." You scoff making him laugh.

"Fine, I'll enchant you." He says. When you are transparent, he looks at you with an amused expression. "See you next Saturday, troublemaker?

"Don't worry, I plan on skipping DADA, maybe I'll be here tomorrow." You retort in the same tone before turning to leave.

//-////-//-//-//-//

It takes three more days for Wanda to finally corner you.

You are skipping class in an empty room on the seventh floor, trying to doze off, and almost fall out of your chair with fright when the door opens and Wanda comes in, looking annoyed.

You grunt impatiently, without lifting your face from the desk.

"I told you I needed time." You complain, but tense up when you notice the tears in her eyes as she moves closer to sit at the table next to yours.

" You want to break up with me?" She asks in a whisper and you raise your head immediately, feeling your chest tighten.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda gives a humorless laugh at your expression. "Why are you acting like this is an absurd idea? You've disappeared. You've been avoiding me, not even talking to me anymore."

You shake your head quickly, feeling the urge to cry.

"I don't want to break up with you." You say. "I..I would never want to be away from you."

"You just said you need time away from me." Wanda retorts with annoyance, and you feel your stomach clench as she sighs. "I don't know what's going on with us. And I miss you, but you won't let me near you."

You are exhausted. So you cry.

You rest your head on your arms, and let your sobs fill the silence, hoping that the tears will take this bad feeling away.

It's Wanda's gentle touch on your back that helps.

"Babe, tell me what's wrong." She whispers to you, her tone concerned.

It takes many minutes for you to calm down. But when you do, Wanda holds your hand, kneeling on the floor beside the chair you are in.

"I can't do magic." You breathlessly tell her from crying, "And I can't sleep. I've been sick for weeks, and I'm angry all the time. Healer Cho doesn't know what's wrong with me, but everyone at school seems to have a theory about it. I think I'm going to suffocate, Wanda. I'm messing everything up. Between us, between my family, and at school." You sob as you finish and Wanda shakes her head, her hand coming up to your cheek.

"Don't say that." She urges. "You didn't ruin anything. Hey, look at me. I love you. Your sisters love you, your friends love you. We'll figure out what's going on."

Wanda hugs you tight, and you sob, shaking.

You want to believe her words, so you push the intrusive thoughts away, and believe it.

//-//-//-//

Wanda takes you to a door in that same floor you two were before, but you have never seen that door until that moment.

And you are very surprised to realize that it is a bedroom.

"How...?" You ask confused as she closes the it.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." She says with a smile, pulling you by the hand around. "We hold our Avengers meetings here." She counters and you frown.

"In a bedroom? Interesting choice." You comment and she giggles.

"No, my love." She says. "That's how this room works. It is charmed to meet your needs. That's why I asked you to come in first."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." You say looking around. Wanda smiles at you, and then you both reach the bed. "The room thinks I have to sleep?"

"I do too." Wanda retorts, pushing your shoulders gently for you to sit on the bed. "Go on, nice dreams."

You hesitate. "You gonna leave me here alone?"

Wanda denies with her head, pointing to the chair that probably just magically appeared next to the bed. You frown.

"Can't you sleep in the bed with me?"

She giggles. "We don't have much time for you to sleep. If I lie down, you'll want to kiss me. So I'll be sitting in that armchair, studying as I should." She explains seriously, and you pout.

"Stupid rules." You grumble moving your hands up to her waist. "Lie down with me."

"Babe..."

"Please."

Wanda sighs, then nods. You smile, quickly removing your shoes as she does the same. You quickly adjust yourself on the bed, opening your arms for her to lie on top of you, and she gives a little giggle before doing so.

"Are you cozy, sweetheart?" You murmur against her hair, and Wanda squeezes her arms around you.

"Yeah, your boobs are good pillows." She teases, making you laugh with reddened cheeks.

Your eyes begin to heavy quickly, fatigue catching up with your body relaxed by the comfort of the moment.

"Go to sleep, babe." Wanda whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You smile with your eyes closed, surrendering.

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

The problem is that as soon as you start to wake up again, you are feeling sick.

You touch the emptiness in the bed, mumbling softly. When you open your eyes you find Wanda sitting in the armchair, the darkhold in her lap.

"Damn it, Wanda, this book again." You complain in a hoarse voice, but she just sighs.

"Why the attitude?"

"I hate that book." You grumble sitting up in bed, massaging your face lightly. "Why do you keep reading it anyway?"

"It's interesting." She says, closing the item to look at you. "Agatha really told me a lot, but there are also things I didn't know."

"For example?"

Wanda bites her lips, appraising you.

"Scarlet witches are forged, for instance." She says and you frown in confusion. Wanda sighs. "Many powerful witches, born scarlet witches, never got to fulfill their destiny because the forging didn't happen."

You straighten your clothes uncomfortably, pensively.

"What exactly does that mean?"

"What the headmistress did last year was my forging." She clarifies and you swallow dryly, feeling your stomach turn. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you ask confused.

"Everything." She says upset. "I know we've talked about this, but it seems like all I do is cause you problems. With the bond, and with the forge. If Agatha didn't want my powers, she wouldn't have taken you to the dungeon and you wouldn't have suffered."

You poke at the knot of your tie, feeling yourself suffocate slightly. Wanda is speaking, you blink to focus on her words.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" You ask out of breath, sweating. You blink to find Wanda's concerned gaze on you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asks worriedly, her hands around your face.

You feel your head spin, and everything goes dark before you can answer.

//-//-//-//

You smell the scent of grass when you wake up.

Then you blink in confusion, getting used to your surroundings to realize that you are in what looks like a ward bed.

"Hey, all right, take it easy getting up, Miss Stark." Asked Professor Strange with one hand on her shoulder. In the other he held a potion that you imagined he had given you.

"W-what happened?" you mumbled confusedly, sitting up in bed. Only now did you notice Professor Munroe and Wanda standing in front of the bed, both with worried expressions.

"You passed out, but you're better now I imagine." Stephen explained gently, but you were still feeling very weak.

"Professor, she simply blacked out." Wanda commented in a tearful voice. " Don't you have any idea what's wrong?"

Stephen sighed, and then pointed at the chair, the darkhold.

"Where did you get that book?" He asked, and Wanda frowned, taking a step toward the chair in a defensive posture.

"What does that have to do with my question?" she retorted dryly, and Stephen looked at you one last time before standing up.

"There's a reason it's called the Book of the Damned, Miss Maximoff." He says."It damns its readers."

"That's ridiculous." Wanda retorted, crossing her arms. "I've been reading it for weeks and nothing has happened."

"Not with you."

Wanda hesitates, widening her eyes. And then she takes a step back, swallowing her cry as she reaches out to grab the book and hand it to Stephen.

She turns her gaze back to you, and lets the tears fall.

"I am truly sorry." She says with a mixture of guilt and shame before turning to leave the room.

You call out to her about three times, but she leaves and you don't have the strength to go after her.

"Damn, couldn't I have said that in a different way?" You complain angrily to Stephen, who just sighs, exchanging a look with Professor Munroe. "How come you two are here anyway?"

"It was Wanda." Professor Ororo replies. "She asked the room for someone trustworthy to help her with you. Then there was a door opening in the potions room. Stephen was there with me, and we both came."

"Great." You mutter annoyed, thinking about how you are going to talk to Wanda and convince her that you were not angry with her. "Would either of you happen to know how to make me better now?"

"Sure." Stephen comments by raising the book in the air, and with a wave of his hand, the item dissolves into several pieces until it is gone. "I didn't destroy it, if that's what you're thinking. I just put it away, to prevent something like that from happening again."

"Congratulations." You grumble wryly as you straighten up in bed, the same migraine from before is now weaker, but it's still there.

"You know, you had a better attitude when you didn't have a magical doom on your spirit." Stephen complains, causing you to frown, but Professor Ororo gives a chuckle.

"Thanks professor." You comment wryly, making him laugh. He sits back down beside your bed, and pulls out of the cover a small notebook.

"Now that Miss Maximoff has stopped reading the book, I suppose you will get better." Stephen says, making you sigh.

"You suppose? That's encouraging." You say moving to stand up.

"Where are you going, Miss Stark? You need to rest." Warn the professor, but you ignore him, and ignore the weakness in your body as well.

"What I need, Strange, is for people to stop lying to me."

"No one is lying, Miss Stark." Professor Ororo states next. "We really don't know the extent of the magic the darkhold carries."

"And why is that I imagine?" You sneer. "Because someone omitted the truth from you, and it's been passed down for generations, isn't it? Well, that's over now. Because we've finally studied everything in this place, including a book that condemns anyone who reads it." You exclaim impatiently, stooping down to put on your shoes. "If you two will excuse me, I'll figure out how to get better on my own. But first I'm going to explain to my girlfriend that none of this is her fault."

Ororo and Stephen are silent, but you wouldn't have been paying attention to anything they said anyway.

Soon you are up and out of the requirement room looking for Wanda.

//-//-//-//

She seems to have disappeared from the castle, so you must concentrate to use your instincts.

The hardest part is dodging the aurors, but you finally reach the astronomy tower.

You're a little out of breath from the run, but it's the image of Wanda standing on the edge, the sunlight in her hair that leaves you breathless.

"Hi." You say in a low tone, your hands in your pockets as you approach. She startles slightly, wiping away tears as she keeps her gaze forward.

"What do you want here?" she asks in a husky voice. You sigh.

"That you stop hating yourself and listen to me." You say and she lets out a short laugh.

"And what do you think you can say?" She questions turning her body toward you. "All I do is hurt you."

You shake your head, but Wanda lets out a tearful laugh.

"No you don't understand." She says. "Since I met you, you have only brought me good things. Affection, happiness, hope. You've been that kind warm feeling that I need on my worst days. Hell, you're even the memory for me to cast a patronus." She confesses with emotion, her face wet with tears. "But me? All I bring you is pain and suffering. And now I even bring sickness. This is wrong, I hurt you. You need to see this, and understand that we can no longer happen."

"Don't say that." You ask, reaching up to touch her face, wipe away her tears. "That's not true, Wanda. I love you, you make me..."

"Stop it." She interrupts with a sob. "Don't make it any harder than it already is."

"Please, Wanda, listen to me." You plead, resting your forehead on hers, your hands on her cheeks. "You make me happy, you are the only thing that makes me happy, I love you, please..."

Wanda kisses you hard, and you respond with the same intensity, both of you gasping into each other's mouths.

But then she is pulling away, thrusting you farther apart.

"I'm sorry." She cries, taking a step back. "We're over."

And she's running away again, and this time you don't go after her.

//-//-//-//-//

Without Darkhold's being consumed, you really start to improve in terms of physical health.

The only problem is the emotional ditch you find yourself in.

Gamora, Nebula and Mantis find you, again in the Room of Requirement, skipping class.

"My god this is worse than last time." Gamora remarks as she looks around at the mess of junk food and pillows. The room had been transformed into a "comfortable place", which basically had the appearance of a living room, with several soft armchairs, and lots of unhealthy food. "Why did you guys break up this time?"

"Please don't talk to me." You grumbled, your voice coming out muffled because you were lying on two soft puffs, your face buried in the pillow, your hand inside a bag of muggles snacks.

"I bet you five bucks they'll be back together before the end of the month." Nebula commented and you sniffled against your pillow, hearing a noise that sounded like Gamora hitting her sister.

"We talked to Wanda." Mantis said. "And with Professor Stephen, too. We're sorry about everything, but have you decided you're not going to study anymore?"

"I don't care about school." You grumble against the pillow. "Leave me alone, I want to cry."

Nebula gives a short laugh, and Gamora elbows her.

"Stop hitting me, you crazy." Nebula complains loudly, moving away from her sister to approach you, taking the bag of snacks you have, and making you complain softly. "And you stop being such a drama queen. Aren't you two like soul mates or some shit? It's just a fight, you'll work it out. You're acting like you've never broken up before."

"Your sensitivity is admirable." Gamora scoffs, pushing her sister away to sit next to you, stroking your back until you look up at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You feel the urge to cry arise again. "Wanda thinks she is bad for me." You say. "And she doesn't want to be with me anymore, and I want to die."

You start crying again, stuffing your face into the pillow as Gamora strokes your hair.

"How did this happen anyway?" Nebula asks, confused, chewing on salty snacks."You barely slept at home over the summer to be with her, and now you guys are breaking up. It's hard to keep up with this relationship."

"Merlin, Nebula shut up." Gamora asks impatiently, and her sister raises her hands in surrender with an ironic expression. You want to scream against your pillow, but all you do is try to control your crying.

"You can't keep disappearing, sweetheart." Gamora says as she runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Kaecilius has already noticed. He's trying to figure out where you're going, and eventually he'll figure it out since you can't stay here forever."

"Maybe I can." You mumble making Gamora laugh softly.

"Come on, I'm sure you miss a decent meal." She says. "Why don't you join us for lunch?"

"I can't sit at your table."

"Who said anything about a table?"

This is how you end up on the edge of the great lake, at a picnic.

Mantis gets several dishes from the house elves, and since lunch is a free social hour, nobody seems to mind that you are eating outside.

Your sisters are not the only students who, over time, have learned ways around school rules.

You grumble slightly as you feel the sun on your face, but lie back on the grass, closing your eyes.

Your mind wanders back to last summer immediately, the memories of Wanda, and you feel horrible. You just want her back. And then you swallow the urge to cry again to accept the juice Mantis offers you.

"We wanted to tell you that we've found a way to help you, too." Gamora says after a moment, causing you to raise your eyebrow. "About the darkhold, and the eternal damnation thing."

"Light topic." You sneer, throwing your arm over your face. The day is hot. "I appreciate the help, of course."

Gamora giggles. "Merlin, I had forgotten how grumpy you get when you're upset."

"I'm not upset, Gamora." You retort angrily. "I'm frustrated."

"Sexually." Nebula sneers, making you grunt in anger, but Mantis holds back a laugh.

"What's your problem with my feelings lately?" You accuse the girl with irritation.

"Not everything is about you, you know." She retorts and you sit up quickly, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Nebula laughs, rolling her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on." She says. "We're all stressed and scared. And the three of us have been in the same classes as you, having to watch the same things. But you only have time for Wanda. And now you've broken up, again, because there's some mortal danger, again, that she's caused for you. So, I don't know, but maybe she is right to break up. Ever since you guys started dating everything has been about her, and the trouble she causes!"

"Fuck you, Nebula!" You exclaim angrily, advancing against the girl in front of you. Gamora and Mantis quickly separate you.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Gamora shoves you. "Were you really going to hit her?"

"Fuck this." You curse angrily, taking a step away. "I didn't ask any of you to come after me. I don't need you. I just need Wanda. Fucking leave me alone."

You turn back to the castle, cursing the wild on your way.

//-//-//-//

Loki is the only friend you have now.

You wouldn't call him a friend exactly.

Kaecilius has put you in detention for three days a week, including Saturday, but mostly you just clean the castle. But when he takes you to the seventh floor, and makes you scrape sentences against your own skin, you don't worry about being alone anymore, because Loki is always on that floor.

It takes a week for you to tell him about the requirement room.

" You could have mentioned it earlier, we would have stuck around here." He comments without sounding upset.

Soon it doesn't take long for you two to start seeing each other even when you're not in detention.

You are not surprised that Loki also skips classes, he has always been quite mischievous, but the reason is different from yours.

He knew dark magic. Much more than you or your classmates. And he has no interest in practicing it in class.

"It's stupid." He comments as you are sitting in the armchairs. "Most people will never have the courage or willpower to cast a death curse. It's useless to learn."

"Is that the only reason you don't agree with the teaching at Hogwarts now?" You ask in surprise, setting up the chessboard for yourself as Loki shrugs his shoulders.

"I feel like you're judging me, Hufflepuff." He sneers but you smile, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn."

And you really didn't care.

Wanda was avoiding you in the halls, and you were doing the same with your friends and family.

When Iron delivered the mail to the Slytherin table, including Nebula's birthday presents, you wanted to throw up, but all you did was walk away from the Hufflepuff table toward the requirement room.

Without the darkhold, you didn't feel sick, but the anger didn't go away.

Your magic hadn't stabilized, and you were failing at everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to worry about it.

Erik wrote to you, commenting on the importance of you and Wanda practicing magical balancing together, and you burned the letter while crying on the carpet.

And at this rate, time went by.

It was almost the middle of the school year when things started to take a turn for the worse at Hogwarts, and in the wizarding war as well.

Mephisto is getting stronger, and the order is losing. And Kaecillius must be under some pressure from the ministry, maybe for answers from organizations like the Avengers, which are forbidden, because his detentions get too horrible.

It is Saturday again, and you drag yourself to the room where you are supposed to fulfill your detention, but unlike the other days, Kaecillius locks the door.

You only notice because he seems tense and distracted, and there is no feather or book.

"Professor, what will my punishment be today?" You ask confused, and he is nodding to the center of the room as he stands in front of the desk, a few feet from you.

"Miss Stark, today I want to ask some questions and I expect honesty." He declines as he turns to you.

You hiss softly, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Shoot."

Kaecillius doesn't even mind your lack of formality, looking at you with an impassive face.

"What is Mephisto's location?"

You choke in surprise and disbelief. "Excuse me? Why do you think I know that?"

"The ministry has reason enough to suspect that the Order of the Avengers is nothing more than a cover for the death walkers.Your brother, whom I had suspected of being part of that order of delinquents, is no longer at Hogwarts, but you will have to serve." He speaks and with each word you become more outraged. "Now answer me, where is Mephisto?"

" Did you just fucking call my brother a delinquent?" You mutter incredulously. "I have no idea where Mephisto is, what's your problem?"

But you widen your eyes when the professor draws his wand, and you barely have time to swallow dry before the spell hits you in the chest.

It's the cruciatus curse. You know the second it hits you. The sharp pain fills every cell in your body and you scream, not having the strength to stand or with your eyes open, hugging yourself.

"We must not tell lies, Miss Stark." Kaecillius says as soon as he stops enchanting you, the pain disappears in the same instant, but you continue to tremble.

In complete shock and fear, you sob.

"I will ask you again, where is Mephisto?"

You let the tears flow, and shake your head. "I don't know, professor."

Kaecillius lets out a sigh of disappointment. "Some cases are more difficult than others." He comments somberly, taking a step toward her. "Did you know that the record for enduring the Cruciatus curse before madness is six hours? Incredible, isn't it? It happened during the first war, with a muggleborn. You're a half-blood, maybe you can take longer"

He has a devilish grin as he finishes, and you clench your jaw at the threat.

"I don't know where Mephisto is." You repeat, but the professor points his wand at you again.

"My bet is seven hours."

And then the pain returns.

You don't know how long you stay in that room.

But it is long enough for your consciousness to begin to fade. The pain gets so severe that it gradually fades away. You begin to gasp breathlessly, not even able to scream anymore.

Someone help me. Please, help me. Help me. Wanda.

Between the tears you see the floor of the room, and between a twinge of pain, a red light. And everything is dark again.

//-//-//

“Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Warcraft and Wizard is arrested in flagrant by aurors from the ministry of magic this week, full coverage on page..."

You blink confusedly, your eyes getting used to the clarity, while the headline of the Daily Prophet was the first thing your vision caught.

And then you shifted in bed, realizing that you were in a hospital room , and whoever was reading next to you put the paper down when they heard you, and you could behold the curious look on your brother's face.

"Tony?" you whispered confused, and he smiled as he stood up quickly, the newspaper forgotten on the armchair.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked as his hand reached for the loose strands of hair on your face and put them back. "You scared the hell out of me."

"What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

You thought, and then sighed, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Kaecilius."

Tony bit his lip nervously before speaking.

"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his hand to his own. "I came here as soon as I got the howler from Professor Strange, but honestly, I didn't even need it, because all the newspapers are talking about it."

"What...?" You started in confusion, but Tony hurried to explain.

"Wanda found you, Y/N." He told. "She, well, wasn't exactly happy about the whole thing. I think she lost control. Kaecilius is lucky to be alive if you ask me. She almost destroyed the seventh floor, it was a huge mess. And then the aurors interfered, and soon there were reporters everywhere. I guess now everyone knows she's a scarlet witch."

You widened your eyes, straightening to sit up and grumbling a little in pain. Tony looked at you with concern, asking you to take it easy, but you were already asking about Wanda.

"She's at the ministry of magic." He clarified. "Kaecilius is going on trial for torturing a student, and she will answer for putting everyone in danger."

" What?" you ask incredulously, and Tony sighs.

"Yeah I know it's unfair." He says. "But the minister of magic seems to be looking everywhere for people to blame for his lack of control. The problem is how much of that information will get to Mephisto. The whole ministry seems to be full of walkers."

You ran your hand across your face, frustrated.

"I'm so tired, Tony." You confess in a whisper. "It feels like everything is falling apart around me, and things are only getting worse."

Tony squeezes your hand. "I'm sorry, I really am. This whole situation sucks, and I wanted to help you. I'm trying, sister. I haven't been talking to you as much as I should, but I didn't want you to think you're alone. I'm working on breaking the bond. To free you and Wanda from the prophecy, and the wizarding world from dangers like Mephisto. I'm sorry I haven't been by your side."

You swallow your cry, and nod, trying to smile at Tony. He reaches up to hug you, and you gasp softly, taking a few seconds to relax and let the tears flow.

When you calm down, Tony tells you that he is going to get a Mediwizards to check your situation.

You lie down again, sighing softly. The memories come back with full force, and you choke softly, feeling your body tremble.

It's as if you can feel the curse again, sense the pain on your skin. Opening your eyes and shaking the memories away, you swallow dryly and reach for the glass of water on the nightstand.

You just want Wanda by your side telling you that everything is going to be okay.

//-//-//-//-//

You stay under observation for two days.

Doctor Hank makes a joke about you enjoying St.Mungus more than you should since you keep coming back, but Tony doesn't laugh.

Then you' re going back to Hogwarts by train, because the doctor thinks you shouldn't use magical means of transportation for a few days, and it's weird to take the empty express, but as soon as you arrive at the station, Gamora and Nebula are waiting for you with boxes of candy bought in Hogsmeade, and tight hugs.

You are not surprised by the stares you receive from the other students, but you ignore them as your sisters escort you around the castle to the Hufflepuff communal hall.

"Did you get to talk to Wanda?" Gamora asks as soon as you sit down on your bed, sighing with exhaustion from the train ride. The mention of the other sorceress' name doesn't help.

"Not yet." You say. "And I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's ignoring me."

Nebula exchanges a look with her sister before sitting down on Mantis' bed, who is hugging her knees and looking at you.

"Honestly, I just want to finish this year without any more problems." You confess as you take off your jacket. And there is a moment of silence before you swallow dryly. "I also wanted to apologize to you guys."

Gamora frowns slightly, but says nothing. You take a deep breath.

"I know I was under the influence of an evil book, but that was still no excuse for treating you guys like that." You begin. "Tony told me about how things are in the wizarding world. Everyone is going through something, and it was selfish of me to think that only my problems matter. I'm sorry."

"Really, Y/N, it's okay." Nebula says, surprising you a bit. "We were all stressed, and well, I think an evil book is a pretty fair excuse." She jokes, making you smile. "Maybe things will get a little better now that Strange is the director."

"Oh, that's right" You comment just then remembering the things Tony updated you on while you were at St.Mungus. Like Kaecillius' resignation, and the position being passed on to Professor Stephen. "But honestly, I won't be at peace until I hear from Wanda."

"The trial isn't until Friday. And the way things are going, we won't get any news until it's over." Gamora warned as she sat down on the bed next to you. "I think the Maximoffs are probably too busy to write."

"What do you think will happen to Wanda?" You ask as you tug at the loose strands of the comforter. Mantis sighs lightly.

"I don't have a good feeling about things, Y/N." She confesses and you frown in concern. "And the stars never lie."

"Thank you, Mantis." You mock softly, and Gamora runs her hands through her hair.

"Let's not be pessimistic, okay?" she says. "Maybe the predictions are about, I don't know, the school finals? It doesn't mean something bad is really going to happen."

You grumble unhappily, grabbing a pillow and sinking your face into it. Gamora strokes your back.

"I'm sure things will work out, Y/N." She says. "Wanda will write as soon as she can."

"Do you guys think Kaecilius will be sent to Azkaban?" Nebula asks next, making you raise your head curiously.

"I wouldn't be so sure." You grumble. "I was actually surprised that he was put on trial at all."

"Well, with the whole mess that happened, it was bound to happen." Gamora said. "More than half the school became aware that he used the cruciatus curse on you, and then the daily prophet. And I didn't even know they were in the castle."

"It was because of Wanda really, wasn't it?" Mantis added. "Kaecillius caused his own ruin. He called the journalists to show what he called progress and decided to torture a student while they were in the castle. Then Wanda destroyed the entire floor and the next morning his arrest was all over the pages."

"I'm just really outraged to know that if no one had seen it, he would probably still be at Hogwarts." Gamora says angrily, and you sigh, agreeing as well as the others.

"Well, you must be hungry, shall we go to the great hall? It's almost dinner time." Gamora comments next, pulling you by the hand. You grumble softly, but agree, and soon you are leaving the communal hall to join the rest of the students.

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You are tapping your fingers gently against the desk as you wait for the History of Magic class to begin.

It is Friday, finally.

You have barely slept because of anxiety about news of Wanda's trial.

Things at Hogwarts have changed a lot this week, all because of Strange's administration.

He restored the old classes, banned the teaching of dark magic, the scandal at the Daily Prophet being enough of an argument that the Minister of Magic no longer had a defense over this kind of teaching at Hogwarts. The restricted session of the library was also put back, and the seventh floor was off-limits because of the destruction Wanda caused, and you unfortunately lost access to the Requirement room.

Mantis was writing what looked like a lunar calendar for the divination class while Professor Okoye didn't arrive, and you started whistling distractedly.

And then Thor Odinson was poking you in the back to get your attention, and you turned around in your chair.

"Hi, Stark, what's up?"

"Fine." You grumbled suspiciously. "Can I help you with something?"

Thor looked almost unsure. "I was just wondering if you know of anything going on with Loki."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I mean if you know if he's sick or something." He explains. "We had a fight, and well, he's not talking to me. And I've noticed that you guys have been kind of close lately, and I was curious if you knew anything and..."

"No, Thor, I'm sorry." You interrupt with a sigh. "Maybe you should ask him that."

Thor assumes a sad expression. "I would, but he's ignoring me. I think it might be about our mother."

You make a confused expression, and Thor looks surprised.

"Our mother, she...died earlier this year, Y/N." Thor counters, and you widen your eyes. "Our family is a name of reference against Mephisto. With the war, the walkers came to our home. She was there while we were here, and Dad was at the ministry."

"I'm so sorry, Thor." You whisper to him, still shocked by the information. He shrugged.

"I thought Loki told you."

"We don't talk about things like that, I guess." You say. "Sorry, I wish I knew how to help you."

"No, it's okay." Thor says with a sad smile. "You being his friend this year is more than enough. I don't like seeing him all alone out here."

You nod lightly, settling into your chair as you notice the teacher entering the room.

Mantis exchanges a look of understanding with you, having overheard the conversation even if accidentally, but she says nothing, and soon you are hearing about the witch hunt in the United States, and you try to focus on that rather than curiosity about how Wanda's trial is going or Loki's current emotional state.

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As soon as lunchtime begins, you join the Slytherin table, where some of the students have placed a radio on the table, equally with other students from the other houses, to listen to the trial.

You are not surprised that a student's trial is such an interesting topic for everyone, but after the school started talking about Wanda being a scarlet witch, and the theories circulating around the halls, it was to be expected.

So you sit back while biting your fingertips and listening.

"And now directly from the Ministry of Magic, the trial of seventeen-year-old witch Wanda Maximoff, daughter of legendary witch Erik L-"

Your attention is slightly diverted from the narrative when loud laughter catches your ears.

They are Gryffindor and Slytherin students, exchanging coins. You don't need to hear the conversation to know they are gambling about the trial, the mean laughter and glances in the direction of you and your sisters are enough.

And as if she could feel your growing fury, Gamora touches your shoulder gently.

"Just ignore them, Y/N." She urges and you clench your jaw. " Everything is going to be okay with Wanda."

"I hope you're right, Gamora." You grumble, turning your attention back to the radio.

The narration of the newspaper is generic, and you discover that the audience has been closed off to the reporters.

You take a deep breath, concentrating.

No strange feeling, so Wanda is safe.

You wonder if Erik and Pietro are by her side during the whole thing.

It is only at the end of lunchtime that you have the result.

"It's amazing how things unfold in the ministry this afternoon." Counted the reporter with almost excitement. "After a unanimous vote, the witch Wanda Maximoff was found guilty of endangering her fellow students by not registering as a scarlet witch to the ministry of magic, after it was proven that her father, the sorcerer Erik Lehnsherr knew of her condition, as well as the affiliation with the criminal, Agatha Harkness was also mentioned. The ministry finally decided on Wanda Maximoff's expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding"

You felt your stomach plummet.

And everything became a little muffled around you, a soft whistle in your ear. You think Gamora and Nebula were calling for you, but you were getting up, feeling the room getting too small.

Stumbling out, you loosened the knot of your tie, finally stopping in the courtyard as you leaned your body against a pillar.

Wanda had been expelled from Hogwarts, publicly exposed as a Scarlet Witch, and tried as a criminal. You wondered if they would break her wand. Banned wizards led horrible lives.

Your sisters and friends caught up with you quickly, and you let them hug you.

In a few minutes Director Strange is catching up with you as well, and you release Gamora's grip to talk to him.

"Professor, I need to..."

"You cannot leave Hogwarts, Miss Stark." He interrupts with a wave of his hands and you frown in confusion, ready to protest but he is already speaking. "Tony sent a patronus as soon as the results came out, he already figured you'd want to see Miss Maximoff. The ministry is a mess, and Wanda will be staying with her father there for the minister's final decisions. You should stay here, where you are safe."

"That's not fair!" You squawk angrily. "Wanda needs me, I must-"

"She needs you to be safe." He interrupts again seriously, and then lowers his tone slightly as he notices the curious looks of the surrounding students. "Be rational, Miss Stark. Now that the Wizarding community knows the nature of Wanda's powers, how long before Mephisto has enough information and discovers your identity as protector."

You swallow dryly, clenching your fists begrudgingly. Stephen is right. You look away, and he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Wanda will be fine, even without her NEWTS, she is an extraordinary witch." He says. "And the year is coming to an end, soon you will be able to see her again."

"She needs me now." You grumble annoyed, turning away from the professor's touch. He looks at you for a moment and then clears his throat.

"I'll see what I can do, Miss Stark." He says."In the meantime, focus on your studies, and be careful."

You frown at Stephen's words, but he is already turning and leaving before you can ask.

As you turn to your friends, Gamora has a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you sigh, agreeing to hug her again as you mumble no.

"I can feel how upset she is, Gamora." You grumble against your sister's shirt, wishing you could hug Wanda now. Gamora squeezes you against her arms, and you thank her for her intention even if it isn't enough.

The next few days are like a blur for you.

Many letters arrive, as do many editions of the Daily Prophet.

When the picture of the day Wanda's wand was broken comes out on the front page and you see her tired face, you have to run out of the common room to keep from crying in front of your colleagues.

Everyone writes to you, even Carol, everyone but the Maximoffs.

It is frustrating, and honestly, it breaks your heart in many ways.

The news of a Scarlet Witch after a century is almost as bombastic as Mephisto's return, and you're not surprised that many of your colleagues would start to comment on the possibility of Wanda working with him or against him.

It's overwhelming how everyone talks about her, but all you can feel is how much you miss her around the castle, around you.

You couldn't even remember that your magic is stable, and with everything that has happened, you haven't had time to figure out how to fix things.

Stephen tried to help, but he didn't know what was going on. At least the theoretical part of magic you were able to master, and you hoped to get at least an acceptable score in some subjects.

Only almost a week and a half after the trial, Professor Strange interrupts the potions class to talk to you.

Ignoring the curious stares and whispers of your classmates, you ask Professor Munroe to excuse you, and leave the room.

"What is wrong, professor?" You ask curiously as you close the door, watching Stephen with his hands in his pockets.The dungeons feel emptier without the ministry aurors around the castle.

"Saturday, in the Astronomy tower, nine-thirteen at night." He says as he hands you a small gold key, causing you to frown in confusion. "You will have exactly one hour, Miss Stark. Not a second more."

You stare at the object in your hand, and understand. A portal key. To Wanda.

"Thank you, Professor." You say, and Stephen nods before leaving.

You turn back to potions, the object in your pocket. You could barely contain your anxiety.

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theglitterypages · 4 years ago

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Title: Secret Life of Levi Ackerman Part 2

Read Part 1 here👇🏻👇🏻

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: Levi revealed that he has a wife and they took his squad in his home so they could rest but as they prepared themselves to leave there's a news...is it a good one or a bad one?

Warning: A little bit of 18+

Word Count: 1000+

A/N: There will be errors ahead so bear with me guys, I will edit it soon once I have the time.

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It's already night and Levi already told the teens to sleep on the extra rooms, fortunately there are two extra rooms, the girls slept together and the boys are in one room. When Levi entered the room he immediately locked it, you were sat on the bed while a book is in your hands, you looked up at him with a small smile before closing the book and placing it on the table nearby.

“Let's sleep, love.” you whispered at him as you pat your lap, Levi immediately knew what to do then, he rested his head on your lap while you comb his hair gently using your fingers. “I miss you.” he whispered with his eyes closed, he stopped your hand from combing his hair, he kissed the back of it before he opened his eyes. “I love you, sorry if this marriage seems unfair to you.” he caressed your knuckles gently, his eyes still fixated on yours.

Levi can be an insecure man, and at this moment he's insecure that he couldn't stay with his wife but he knew he has duties that's why he's also doing his best to fight and eliminate the titans because once this war is finished he can finally rest with you, be a man who stays beside his wife.

“Levi can you please stop saying sorry? I wanted this marriage because I love you.”

“I love you more.”

He sat up and pressed his forehead on yours as he cupped your face, “No matter where I go, I would always come back to you. You will always be my home and my rest.” you melted in his touch, your eyes are closed as you feel his breath fanning on your face.

And in one swift movement his lips crashed against yours, it was a gentle kiss, Levi's arm went around you as he leaned you into the pillows, gently laying you down as he settled himself on top of you.

You moaned softly and he smiled against your lips, when it was time to pull away to breathe, he was smirking down at you. “You would have to stay quiet my love, we can't let the kids head what's going on.” he took off his clothes before he started removing yours.

And when he was done he attacked your lips once more as his hands traveled all over your body.

Two became one again on that night.

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“Thank you for letting us stay, I just want to tell you that we loved your food.” Hanji complimented as she pulled you into a hug, “We really want to spend more time in here but we have to go, take care.” she whispered before pulling away from you, “Thanks Hanji, please watch Levi for me too. Make sure that there are no girls around.” you joked and Hanji laughed as she clutched onto her stomach.

“Don't worry, girls are too scared of him to flirt with him and it's obvious that he's so in love with you, no need to panic Mrs. Ackerman.” she smirked.

Your eyes settled then at the teens smiling at you, “Please come back here too if you guys have free time. I'd love to cook for you guys especially you, Armin.” Armin's eyes shot up and he blushed immediately, you don't have any idea why you're fond of the teen that fast but maybe it is because he looks like a baby, Levi suddenly cleared his throat as he snaked his arms around your waist. “You've been silently screaming my names last night and here you are acting all lovely in front of the kids, damn...I love you.” he whispered as he pressed a kiss on your temple.

“Thank you Miss YN.” the teens said in unison.

You faced Levi and combed his hair using your fingers, “No matter what happens, come home to me...alright?” He smiled and nodded as he held your hand tightly, “I would always come home, I promise.” that was all that you need to hear, you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek, wanting to keep it innocent in front of the kids.

“We'll be waiting for you. Take care, my love.”

Levi immediately frowned, confusion was evident in his face as he heard you, “We? W-what do you...what do you mean?” he whispered underneath his breath as he held your hand tighter, you looked down at your hands with a smile, you caress his rough hand before looking up back at him.

“I'm pregnant.”

It was loud enough for everyone to hear and Jean, Connie, Eren, Mikasa and Armin was in complete awe when Levi froze in his position before his knees slowly gave up, it was a good thing that you were holding Levi's hands or else it would've been a bad fall.

“I—I don't...damn y-you're pregnant? I—I will be a father...wait..wait..love is this...is this a joke?”

You laughed out loud and cupped his face before leaning in to kiss him on his lips quickly, “I'm pregnant and yes, you're a father now, Captain Levi.” Levi's heart rate sped up as realization hits him, he chuckled to himself before standing up, he wrapped his arms arouns you and lifted you off the ground.

“Thank you, you don't know what I'm feeling right now. I love you so much.”

You tapped his shoulder as you giggled, “Lev, there are kids and you guys should go.” Levi put you down and he gently kissed your forehead, he couldn't find the words to say how thankful he is right now, he's happy, actually, saying that he's happy is an understatement, before he met you he never thought that he could be a father but now, what seems impossible to him became possible because of you.

“I can't leave my pregnant wife alone.” he whispered.

“I'm sorry to tell you this but your wife is a skilled fighter too and I can handle myself Lev, these kids need you. You can come home this weekend, our baby and I can wait. But now, you gotta go. This is why I didn't tell you last night, I knew you so damn well that I could predict what's going on in that head.” Levi looked down before flicking his eyes towards the squad. Hanji just gave him a thumbs up, telling him that she's ready to accept whatever his decision would be.

And when his gaze landed back at you he smiled, “I will be home, I promise.” he knelt down and kissed your tummy before whispering, “Unborn brat, don't give your mother a hard time. I will be home by the weekend so wait patiently and don't stress my dear wife.” You giggled as you ran your hand through his hair.

“Lev, you gotta go.”

“Fine...I'll talk to Erwin and asked him if I can have more time to stay here.”

“No, it's fine. Save those day offs once my due is near that is when I would need you most but for now...you can go.” you kissed him again before hugging him tight, “When things get hard just think of me, I would always have your back, my love.” Levi wrapped his arms around you as he sighed in contentment, this is peace for him, having you in his arms is his peace.

A small smile made its way across Mikasa's lips as she stared at you and Levi, you two seemed to be an interesting pair, one is impatient while the other one is too serious but despite of all those obvious differences you and Levi looks so in love, she would want to find someone who can be with her like this.

Hanji smiled at the sight, this is a side of Levi that she never expected to witness yet it's refreshing to see, this scenario is breathe of fresh air and seeing you and Levi smile is somehow comforting because she can see that amidst of the war there's hope coming.

“I love you, wait for me.”

“I will, take care my love.”

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deepseavibez · 3 years ago

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Genre - Best Friend; Fear of the Future; Nighttime Memories; Mixed Feelings;

Summary - She believed in more. In better. In bigger. That life was out there waiting to be grabbed with both hands. He's made it his sole purpose to remind her that simple moments were beautiful and meant to be enjoyed... and maybe, she would realize he was one of them.

Warning - (Slight) Angst; Anxiety; Unsure feelings; Fear of the Future; Fluff; Comfort;

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TAE

‘Tae.’

‘Y/n?’ He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the time, ‘it’s 3am babe.’

‘... I'm sorry for waking you. Sorry. Go back to sleep, it's okay.’

‘Hey, no, no, I'm awake.’ Sitting up, he switched the phone to his other hand and rubbed at his eyes, ‘What's going on.’

‘It’s not important, I swear,’ he could hear her trying to mask her shakiness over the phone. ‘You can go back to sleep.’

He wouldn’t call her out on lying. He knew better than anyone when y/n was in a bad way. Once he asked her, specifically him, what was wrong, she would crumble and he wasn’t there to catch her right now. ‘Y/n. Come on, talk to me.’

‘I can't sleep.’

‘Yeah, no shit,’ he yawned back.

‘I'm so sorry for waking you.’ He could hear the trepidation in her voice.

‘You know better than to apologize for something like that, ‘ he chastised. ‘Babe, tell me about it. Was it a bad dream? Something keeping you up?’

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Y/N

You could hear shuffling over the phone as you searched for an answer. It was hard to put certain emotions into words. You only knew you needed to phone Tae, regretting it too late, when he actually answered. ‘I'm not sure,’ you started awkwardly, ‘I guess. I just don't know where I'm going.’

‘Do you plan on leaving me anytime soon?’ Already pulling your leg, he got you to roll your eyes.

‘No, of course not. I just mean, like, metaphorically.’

Things were a bit...confusing right now.

It had been a long time since you last had to deal with emotions this strong. The voices, getting harder to ignore. You had enough outside negativity to deal with, like family and some friends, all having this certain expectation from you.

It was new for you to rebel, to be who you wanted to be and feel how you wanted to feel without consequences. Choosing a life you solely strived toward, negating the tiny voice in your head saying you were wasting time and you were running out of time and you were not enough.

‘I don't know what I want to do, Tae!’ You burst out, the build up too long, the burden too heavy. ‘I don't have plans. I have a great job, I do. But I don't want to be a PA for the rest of my life and I don't know where to start, where to look, how to choose what I want to do.

I don’t have it figured out, it hasn’t fallen onto my lap, and when I look, I feel like I’m going to waste even more time looking.’

‘Y/n, you know you have a lot more figured out than you give yourself credit for.’ The huskiness of his sleep-leaden voice, comforted you. ‘You have money, a routine stable job, you've worked you way through university and graduated with honors.’ Taehyung did it without effort and he knew you would hear his gruff tone above all others, in a crowd, in a panic, as a voice of reason.

‘I know, and I keep trying to remind myself of that, but it’s just become unbearable. I am running out of time.’ Struggling to remain composed you spoke into the phone as if he was right here, ‘What if I'm still here in ten years, Tae? What if I don't ever figure out my purpose? What if I'm meant to just work and then die? I haven't lived! I haven’t seen the world. I’ve made everyone proud and now I’m the black sheep. I prefer it, It's just-,’

The sound of keys jangling cut you off.

‘Tae,’ you asked tentatively, confusion evident.

‘Hmm.’

‘What are you doing?’ You asked when he provided no further explanation.

‘Are you in pj's right now?’

‘Uh,’ you looked down at your white vest and underwear, just to make sure, ‘yeah, why?’

‘Miss y/n, I didn't know you slept in the nude.’

The protests left you immediately at his teasing, slithering heat under your skin at the very notion. ‘Tae! I am not sleeping in the nude, I have underwear on.’

‘Uh huh, what color are they?’ Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment. You could imagine his smirk, that dumb cocky, arrogant smirk.

He laughed, the sound gruff, infuriating you more, and causing you to giggle back. Because you were the butt of the joke, and you liked his laugh too much. Trying to be mad at him, even when play-fighting or harmless bantering, Taehyung, not a chance.

‘Listen,’ a seriousness settling between you, ‘get dressed, just sweatpants, and a shirt.’

‘Wait, what, why,’

‘Baby, listen for once. Just get dressed and give me five minutes.’

You looked at the blank screen, stunned. Your brain stuck at the word baby, and the effect it had. Your insides were mush, anxiety mollified, despite not knowing what he was about to do next.

‘Babe’, you knew, ‘babe’, you understood, that was normal, routine, best friend. But Baby?

You mulled over it as you discarded your vest, and threw on a loose Celine shirt. Pulling on your black sweats, a pair of socks and air force ones because who knows what this boy was up to, you stopped. You sniffed, once, twice, yep, that was Taehyung’s body wash, but what - oh, you tugged the loose collar toward your nose, yep, this was Tae’s shirt.

You composed yourself, almost deadpan at the small realization. When had he even stripped in your room and why weren’t you there.

Wrapping your messy hair into a bun, you restrained your mind from wandering further.

Your phone beeped from the bed and the screen lit up, a message popping up. ‘Look out your window.’

Peeping out you saw his black Jeep in your driveway. He popped his head out of the driver’s side window and did a two finger salute.

Shaking your head with a smile, you grabbed your phone and made your way downstairs through the house and out the front door.

‘What are you doing here,’ you asked as soon as he came into view. He looked good, white tee, black sweatpants, you matched, except for his leather jacket and red bandana.

He opened the passenger door on your side and leaned back, giving you a once over. His lips twitched as he rested his eyes on the shirt you wore. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wanted you in his shirt. You raised your eyebrow playfully, refusing to give life to something like butterflies and heart-eyes when your best friend stood in front of you. Life was complicated enough.

‘You needed me to show up.’ He said it a matter-of-factly, but you knew he wanted to be there for you and you couldn’t, not feel grateful, and a little warm, that he would get into his car drive to you, all because you needed him to.

Not waiting for you to reply, he threw a jersey at you. ‘Its cold,’ his tone left no room for protest and he cocked his head toward the jeep, a sign to get in.

You wrapped it around you silently, not moving, not yet.

‘Well,’ his thumb curled around the top of the steering wheel as the rest of his fingers straightened out, his freehand rising to follow his question, ’Come on, get in.’

‘Where are we going?’ You would have gotten in, you would probably end up wherever he was going to take you anyway, but where was the fun in doing everything obediently. Even puppies had wild streaks.

He raised his eyebrow this time, a smirk teasing his cheek, 'You're brave every night, y/n. But not tonight, not while you're with me, come, trust me, wherever we go I'll keep you safe.'

You turned to close and lock the front door, breathing out slowly, as slow and low as you could, doing your best to work on the constriction around your heart; his words too wiry, too strong, too genuine to forget, too deep to ignore. It made you so... agreeable.

Getting into the Jeep, you felt different as you sat here now, in a seat you had been in too many times to count. It was probably the time and the circumstances. Yeah, some shifts were just because of the time, and the air and because it was silent and the dead of night.

You said nothing more, even though a few minutes earlier you spoke into the phone like you would explode if you couldn’t get the words out fast enough, you would be alone in your head, if you weren’t able to make him understand.

You jumped slightly, as you felt his hand close over yours, and pull it toward him to brush his lips along your knuckles. It was an absent action, maybe, because he stared straight ahead, didn’t spare a glance at you as you stared at the side of his head, making it look like he wasn’t even aware he was doing what he was doing.

Swallowing against the pounding of your heart, you chalked this up too. Night time was vulnerable, everyone was just a little more sensitive, you didn’t have to make it more than it needed to be.

Looking out the window you noted the lights and dark windows, empty parks and streets, doing your best to ignore the heat against your hand, the breath against your knuckles, lips not very far away, that were capable of a lot more.

With some effort, you faded out the intensity of his actions, and as your eyes adjusted you saw familiar figures, and buildings you had driven past numerous times. You knew where you were going.

He pulled up in the parking lot of his safe haven. In retrospect, your safe place should be entirely different, but you were safe with Tae, that said, his peace was where you found yours.

Jumping out of the Jeep, you noted how dark and looming the two story building looked. A huge sign reading 'Blindspot' the only posh part about this place, black metal roller doors, spray painted names across the walls, some of the neon colors standing luminescent against the moonless night.

One would think it was graffiti, but the community knew better, the ones that came and went, some that stopped and never left, knew having your name on the wall was a privilege.

He jumped out too, after grabbing something from the back. Carrying it toward you, you noted his knapsack, and a box of some sort.

Handing it over to you to hold, you took hold of them silently, as he pulled out the keys to open the locks and deadbolt.

You watched him, his actions purposeful but he was at home, knowing which way the locks turned, the catch on the bolt needing to be kicked out a certain way before opening fully; he'd done this a thousand times before.

Lifting up the shutters, the noise too loud for the silent night, he opened the door and guided you in, making you all too aware of his palm in the small of your back. Taking the stuff from your hand and throwing it onto the edge of the ring and he lifted up to close the shutters behind you.

You took notice of the extra shirt that falls out of the pile on the ring, one of your favorites of his actually, grey with black spots, sort of like a giant cookies and cream oreo mix.

The empty gym in front of you was a contrast to the busy days it had. There was a weight section, the bags lined up against the far wall hanging still, having no impact thrown at it to sway the dead weight, and the machines had their own floor upstairs, treadmills overlooking the balustrades to the floor below, by the ring where you stood.

The pool area, directly below you, in the basements where the changing rooms and showers could be found.

It looked small on the outside, but inside there were stories to be told, motivation, encouragement, brotherhood, friendships solidified in stone and a fair share of violent memories with broken bones, broken bonds and broken hearts.

Walls were packed with quotes, anatomy teachings and pictures, schedules, a dedicated to growing trophy case with medals and newspaper clippings, and pictures of staff, members, and the boss, with his best friend.

What Tae didn't continue, was the stereotype of the grunge masculine look that came with gyms. Outside may be black as night, but inside there was color everywhere - a world within.

The punching bags were each a different shade, green, red, yellow and blue. The ring bottom was black, neon orange ropes running along the sides in three consecutive lines, and your personal favorite, a giant pride flag hung on a hook outside his office door.

Toxic masculinity wasn't allowed in Taehyung's gym. You could be yourself, make your own lifestyle choices and still be a good fighter or just work-out. He took it upon himself to punch the teeth out of anyone that thought otherwise. This was what he'd always wanted to do and he made it more than just a place to get healthy.

There were four hours, two for the morning, two for the afternoon, catered only to women. Tae understood that men will be men, no matter how much you tried to change it. And comfort mattered.

Working out and exercising, as much as it seemed, like a chore, it could be enjoyable. It could be a social setting, helping people to open up, and cope, providing the best way for them to be themselves.

You helped him find a premises, helped him choose color schemes, and sat in on interviews. For legal purposes you were an advisor and owned a small share percentage. You didn't want it, but Tae insisted, you were especially grateful when the gym grew into more than you both had expected it to become.

'Y/n,' he waved his hand in front of your face, the action snapping you out of your thoughts.

'Huh, sorry, did you say something?'

He smiled comfortingly, 'Take the jacket off and your shoes.'

Scrunching your eyebrows, you finally asked, 'Tae, what are we doing here?'

'We are,' he started explaining as he ripped open a box in his hand, 'doing something I feel you need.'

Looking at you pointedly, he motioned his eyes to the jacket.

Shucking it off, you took off your shoes and redid your bun for good measure.

'It's strange isn't it,' you voiced out loud. He perked up at your food for thought, fingers fiddling with white tape. 'It's strange, that I know every corner of this place, but I haven't ever put a pair of gloves on.'

He raised his hand absently, a student raising his hand to give an answer, his gaze focused on yours as he did. 'That's because you've never had the need to, I'm here to protect you.'

Turning away, you caught yourself, before you let your heart show in your eyes. You've known Tae for so long, been his best friend for years, why now, why this feeling, this tightness in your chest.

You played it off, and walked over to him, socked feet padding against the wooden floor boards.

Taehyung clicking his tongue startled you out of your effort to feel normal; you found him staring at your socks.

'Y/n, I've told the guys this numerous times, you can't spar in the boxing section with socks. It's a slipping hazard.' No trace of the out of the blue romantic words, he bent down easily removing them from your feet one after the other.

It would be weird, if you weren't already so used to his skinship, his cuddling when he slept over, his hand straying over your shoulder on the couch, or brushing against your waist when he passed you. Yet, his thumb, on your ankle, his hand as he circled and held it, even for just the moment that he laid your foot down after taking off the sock, you felt… taken.

You wanted to snort, the wording completely off, I mean, he had a right over you, always had but-

He came into focus, looking up at you from where he sat, and asked lightly,' Do you wash these.'

Your mouth dropped open, as you watched him hold your purple socks in between two fingers, like it would bite him, or the smell would.

Your knee nudged at the side of his face playfully as you reached to pull him up. He took your socks, holding them properly now and put them in his bag, picking up the white tape he was fidgeting with earlier.

'So, will I be sparring with you today?' You were excited now. You had watched people vent and let themselves be free as they learned technique, let themselves be violent without consequences, the satisfaction on their faces after their sessions.

When he finally reaches you again he finds the catch and opens it out. White athletic tape, used to make arms and wrists stiffer, and to provide better grip, even with sweat and slick.

'No, not today. Let's focus on getting you worked up and tired. If you enjoy it, I'll gladly let you go toe to toe with me.' His eyes held a challenge, an underlying meaning evident.

Offering your hands up freely, he taped your wrists and fingers, you've seen him do it many times, just never on your wrists. Experimentally you shook out your fingers and bent and scrunched your wrist to allow for the right amount of tightness.

'Cocky, aren't you, Mr. Kim,' you side-eyed him.

He leaned into you, his breath teasing yours, 'I am the Coach here, y/n.' You blinked at the nervous fluttering in your chest, his intimidation, usually not directed so closely to you, doing something you couldn't explain, couldn't quite grasp.

Somehow, you should be scared, but it was, hot.

Leaning into him, breath for breath, you matched up, 'Then teach me.'

A slow smile broke out over his lips, playful Tae was back, it let you navigate things easier, you knew what to expect.

'So, I'm boxing the bag,' you deduced. 'I don't see why I need to tire myself out. I don't know how to do this.'

His palms closed over your cheeks, puffing your face up, emphasizing your pout. 'You are frustrated. You can't do anything about any of your emotions tomorrow, y/n. You have to be patient. You have to remind yourself it's a day at a time that gets you to your future. It will always be about patience.'

'Unfortunately, patience is overrated at something to 4am,’ you complained as he let go of your face and bent down to produce a new set of gloves from under the ring. Opening the zip of the bag, he pushed one toward you.

Shaking his head at your antics, not even phased, he strapped the gloves to both your hands and walked toward a bag. 'Come on, try it.'

'Color?'

'The yellow one.' He made to stand behind the bag you chose, and held either side of it, knees bent slightly in a defensive stance.

Feeling slightly out of place, and awkward, you huffed and punched the bag just to humor him.

You stared at it. The fucking thing didn't even move.

He burst out laughing at the comical look on your face.

'Okay, wait no,' he composed himself and came around you. His breath fanned your neck, giving you goosebumps, as he held your wrists and showed you how to punch. 'So straighten your elbow, like this, and pull it back in and see how the gloves are shaped, your forefingers curl above your thumb, so inside your glove your thumb shouldn't be in the fist.'

Nodding as you took in the new information, you did your best not to get distracted as he continued, all too comfortable in his element.

'When your wrist hits the bag don't curl it, let it face the impact head on. See, this is how you do it, so you don't break your wrist.' He made you punch the bag and showed you where your wrist was bending and how to keep it tight.

'Alright, baby,' that word, that goddamn word, 'you good to try again?'

Closing your eyes and swallowing hard, you nodded in answer and shook your head out of the Tae trance.

'Start with a simple combo this time, Jab, Jab, Uppercut, Hook.' You knew the names and their directions. Jab was straight forward, twice fast on the submissive hand as a set-up, the uppercut from downward into the abdomen or chin, depending, and the hook, from the dominant hand rounding off on the face.

'Think of it all y/n,' he encouraged, as he walked to his original position, 'the people, the words, the expectations, the beating up of yourself you do on a daily basis, and just go for it.'

Spreading your legs in a stance, aiming at the bag on his command, you clenched your fists and focused.

'Go'

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'And breathe.'

Breathing heavily you fell flat to the floor, and stared up at the ceiling.

Sweat was in your eyes and your hair, but despite being in dire need of a shower, you felt oddly at ease. Tiny zings of exertion shot through your body as your lungs begged for air and you heard your blood rushing.

The roof was really pretty you thought, the wood positioned in long blocks to form and hold up the gable, grabbing your attention for the first time ever.

You blinked as Tae's face came into view, his hands resting on his knees.

He smirked cutely as he brushed your sweat slicked hair out of your eyes and off your face before reaching down to pick you up off the floor.

Handing you a water bottle, you let him manhandle you as he lifted your form to sit on the edge of the ring, launching himself up to sit next to, a second later.

'How do you feel?' He was proud of himself no doubt, after all, his plan did succeed.

You made a face at him, anyway.

'Hey,' he put both his hands up in mock surrender. 'It worked, didn't it.'

You cut him some slack, this time. 'Yeah, I feel icky, but definitely less worked up.'

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🎶 - Black Swan - BTS

TAE

Taking a swig of the water you had opened in your hand, he looks at the top of your head as he closes it and puts it away.

'Hey.'

She looks up at him, eyes hooded in exhaustion.

He smiles at her. Despite how much he loved her spitfire, she's adorable when she's not talking back.

He knew of the thoughts that crawled up her spine on a daily basis. He knew she had no plan, and it made her hyper that she didn't have one, but she couldn't make one because, what if she chose wrong.

He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to tell her that she could be whatever she wanted to be, and he would fly her across the ocean if she really wanted it; that she didn't need to worry about life so much because he would always take care of her.

'You're too sad.'

She scrunched her eyebrows at him.

'You have the whole weight of the world on your shoulders and you can't do anything about it.' He chose his next words carefully. 'I wish you could take a breather, and let a thought be a thought instead of picking it apart.'

He held up his hand to her when she made to protest.

'You know, things may not feel okay right now, with work, or at home, and in your head. But I've never seen someone adapt like you have. You bounce back, despite how much grit it takes.'

He took the gloves off her hand and carefully unwinded the tape on her fingers.

'I don't have answers y/n. But I do know you have me for a long time and I'm going to be here as you do your thing.'

Placing pressure on each finger he massaged the tightness out of it and flexed it for her.

'I don't know where you're supposed to go, if you were meant to leave and give me a round-the-world heartbreak, I'm not sure who you're supposed to be, I don't even know if you have a higher purpose, it wouldn't surprise me if you did, but you, y/n,' he heaved a sigh as he faced her, his gaze meeting hers, his next words the most important thing she'd need to remember,' you're a good you.'

As he met her eyes, her breath hitched. He heard it. He could see the flush in her face. He knew he was being honest. He knew he meant every word.

A half smile, a heavy acceptance, hands that were so easy to hold, eyes that were never anything but honest, a bond that all but forced a person to keep swimming. That was Taehyung to y/n. And that was y/n to Taehyung.

'You're a really, good you,' he reinforced. 'Right now, it works. I have a feeling it will work for a very long time.'

'I'm scared.' He could hear it in her voice. He heard it back when she was in her room too.

'Nothing is really set in stone, babe. And even though it does feel like you're running out of time, it's something you can't help. It's not what you want to hear but it's true.'

'How do I stop being sad?'

She was deflecting. But he had said it before, it wouldn't be gone tomorrow. Her anxiety and her fears, they will probably never go away.

She had the right way to go about it though. You get through it. Somehow. Some days it's a good cry, some days it's with a punching bag, and some days, it was with a best friend.

'See, now that's why you have me.' He answered confidently, as he put his chest out, his need to have her be okay, her smile, her laugh, his only intentions, his favorite thing these days.

'Oh really, you, why, because you're a clown.'

He feigned offense at the statement. 'Excuse me, I am not a clown, ask anyone that comes in for the 5am rush.'

She looked up at the clock in shock, it was really going half-four. She turned back to him sadly, 'I kept you up all night.'

'It was a fun night,' he replied, the teasing of many other ways to keep him up on the tip of this tongue, deciding against it, he looked away from her. 'You needed me, no amount of sleep is worth that.'

He didn't explain himself, he really didn't mind the lack of sleep. He could easily catch a nap in his office, or head home after half a day. But this, this moment with his best friend, that he wanted to be more, he knew he wouldn't choose to be anywhere else. He knew he'd do it over again too.

Pushing off the ring he grabbed the knapsack and handed her his shirt. 'Change out of that shirt, and use this one, you'll catch a cold, because of the sweat. And let's get you home, you need a hot shower, and sleep. I'll drop by for dinner after work too.'

Finally turning to her, he found she hadn't moved an inch, unshed tears in her eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, he pulled her toward him, sweat and all, and held her in his arms. 'You're first y/n, you'll always be first.'

A tender kiss on her head, his words rendering her speechless, and he knew uncharted waters were on the horizon.

This night, things that he'd said, the ways in which she responded, it was going to shift things for them.

But silence was comfortable for them. And she drank his share of coffee while he ate her share of pineapple, because he couldn't stand coffee and she hated pineapple. And he could hold her in his arms and she'd use his shirt while they slept.

It would start small, but he'd show her, the future was bright, she was deserving of more than she understood, she would be protected from her family and expectations and she would learn to remember, purpose or no purpose she wasn't alone, she never would be again.

#kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung #taehyung au #taehyung fic #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #bts fics #bts aus #bts oneshot

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crimson-lilith · 2 years ago

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———midnight nocturne

ritsu x f!reader

「I love you, she'd say, the words escaping her lips easily as they always did. But this time, there was no response. Not a single word, not a single movement that could convey how badly she craved his voice.」

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「now playing : ghost of you - 5 seconds of summer」

Chaos.

That was all that seemed to be around the castle these days, war looming over them like a shadow with the promise of more violence to come. They've been in this position for months now; their kingdom's walls are beginning to crumble and they have yet to make any real progress. Every day seems to drag into the next, as though there isn't a time where they can relax or stop moving around without fear for their lives.

The Queen, especially, has become more and more distant from everyone, only ever coming out of her chambers during the night. The remaining castle attendants have never seen her so drained of life before, so weary with defeat. It's almost too much to bear. She hasn't slept properly in weeks, and it shows in her face and the way she talks when she's exhausted but still fighting to stay awake. When she's on edge, her hair is greasy and tangled up, sticking out at odd angles like she hadn't brushed it in days. Her face is hollowed, the bags under her eyes dark and heavy. It's almost enough to make one wonder if she was ever really healthy in the first place.

It was far from how they used to see her before the Knights left for the war themselves.

"Your Majesty, is now a good time?" One of the Queen's attendants knocks softly against the now-tapered wood of her bedroom door.

"Yes," she answers.

The attendant enters, wincing slightly at the creak that the door makes as its hinges protest. The Queen sits in her usual place by her vanity, hands folded together on her lap, fingers tapping lightly to an unheard melody. The attendant stands before her, hesitant, as though waiting to see if the Queen will allow her to speak first.

When she doesn't turn her head from the mirror in front of her, the attendant speaks. "I'm sorry to bother you at such a late hour, Your Majesty," she says carefully. "but we were just going through inventory again. We've used up a lot of our food and medical supplies the past few weeks and the supply lines haven't started running again yet. The fight that has been going on up north doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon, either, and our troops have already sent in requests for additional rations." She waited a bit before adding, "But we could go through it tomorrow morning, if that's what would make you more comfortable."

"No, it's okay. I understand." The Queen glances down to her hands and then back up once more in the mirror, her lips pressing tightly together.

"Are you sure, Your Majesty? I hate to impose."

"It's fine," she repeats, and turns to look at the attendant. "You're right. It wouldn't do anyone any good if we wait until tomorrow. Is there anything else that requires attention?"

The attendant shuffles slightly from where she had been standing. "Actually, Your Majesty, the number of injured soldiers requiring immediate medical attention keeps on steadily increasing recently. We'd like to take care of them as quickly as possible to keep us from sending any more reinforcements, but as I've said, our supplies are running low and—"

"Still no news from the Knights?" the Queen interjects.

The attendant hesitates for a moment. "There are unfortunately none, Your Majesty. They've been gone for nearly six months now. We have sent letters addressed to Commander Suou, but have yet to receive any back."

The Queen nods slowly. The air grows suddenly colder as she balls her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white and her fingernails digging roughly into the inside of her palm. Six months without you, Ritsu. "Thank you for letting me know. Perhaps we should try sending another message."

The attendant nods. "I'll get someone to prepare your request for correspondence with the commander, if you wish."

The Queen nods once again and returns her attention to her reflection, to which the attendant took as a sign for her to leave. She excuses herself from the Queen and leaves the chamber, taking care not to let the doors creak too loudly as she closes them behind her.

As soon as the sound of footsteps disappear, the Queen turns away from the mirror, resting her elbows against the wooden surface behind her and lowering her head to rest upon her clasped hands. For what seemed like an eternity, she simply sits in silence, staring straight ahead and barely even blinking. Finally, she lets out a deep breath, her posture slumping and exhaustion weighing her fingers down. There was no use denying it anymore—she was exhausted. Her bones ached beneath her skin and her mind felt empty. She wasn't feeling particularly hungry, either. All she wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep, to dive into a world where she could see Ritsu's face as clear as day, even only for a little while.

Her breathing becomes shallow after a while, each breath coming out as soft pants as she tries to calm herself despite the situation. He needs me. The thought comes unbidden, the words leaving her mouth without a second thought. She didn't want this for him, ever since the beginning. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the pain she felt, how much she longed for his presence... it was eating away at her heart.

She knew deep within herself that he needed her just as much as she needed him.

But that thought did nothing to lessen the emptiness that surrounded her.

At last, she pushes herself away from the vanity, her movements slow and careful. She walks out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. It would be best to avoid any further contact with servants and the remaining soldiers who may come knocking on her door. Fortunately for her, there weren't as many left in the castle as there were before the war, and it was easy slipping out of its confines. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to walk around for a while. Even if the castle itself is being taken over by demons, it will help her to unwind a little. It's high time she left the comfort of her chamber, staring up at a blank canvas and wishing things would change and that Ritsu would come home to her.

The sky above was beautiful that night.

It was so full of stars—the ones she'd watched so often from her bedside whenever she couldn't sleep at night. They seemed so far away now, and she wondered whether Ritsu was up in the heavens right this very minute, looking out over the land of men, watching the battles unfold in the distance. If he was, she hoped that he was enjoying himself; it must be nice to be able to fly across the sky, watching the people below from above.

And even more wonderful to be able to hold on to him, to feel that connection between the two of them again.

The thought causes something sharp and cold to prickle at the base of her spine, the sensation spreading outwards until it was covering every inch of her body in prickling goosebumps. Her cheeks flush at the thought of the memory; how many nights had she lain awake imagining Ritsu holding her in his arms, feeling the warmth of his chest pressed against hers?

I love you, she'd say, the words escaping her lips easily as they always did. But this time, there was no response. Not a single word, not a single movement that could convey how badly she craved his voice.

All she got in return was silence, broken only by her own heavy breathing echoing across the emptiness of the castle garden. A cold wind swept through the leaves of the trees, chilling her to the bone. She closed her eyes, the tears burning hot against her lids. "Where are you?" she asked silently, desperately hoping to find some kind of reply from somewhere in the distance.

But still, all she received was silence, and the bitter taste of regret filling her mouth.

She turned away from the garden, continuing along the path through the gardens until she arrived at the stables in the back.

From the darkness she can make out two figures leaning against one another against a stone wall surrounding the stables, talking quietly among themselves. Both wore heavy wool cloaks, hoods pulled over their heads to block the wind, but it also prevented her from seeing their faces. Just as she was about to turn around and head back to the castle, a firm grip ensnares her wrist.

"Thank you for making our job a lot easier, Your Majesty."

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morimakesfanart · 4 years ago

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Sindria's Prophet #11

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*edited so the images are better

"... At least until we can get you to your room. You need to wake up before they ring the bell."

'What's goin' on..?' Why was my shoulder shaking?

"Is Mori okay?”

The sound of my nickname snapped me into consciousness. I pushed myself up and hummed in question. When I opened my eyes it took me a moment to adjust to the bright light. Everyone was standing in front of a gate.

"Did you sleep well?"

Why did this world have three suns? Wait. Two were Sinbad's eyes. That checks out.

I nodded with another hum. I wasn't able to form words yet, and even if I could I would have lost access from waking up to such a beautiful sight.

I missed his response since I was still half asleep, but I did hear Ja'far repeating his words from earlier.

"Please, try to stay awake for a little while. When we step through, they will ring the bell to announce Sin's arrival home. We didn't want you waking up from the shock."

I had to repeat his words in my mind to hold onto them.

"Oh. Thank you for waking me."

Even with their best efforts I didn't have enough time to get clear headed before the bell was rang to announce the return of the King. I ended up jolting anyway.

I was glad to still be on Aladdin's flying turban. I couldn't focus if my life depended on it. I had some energy since I had just been resting and I was still mostly numb from sleep so my aches and pains weren't affecting me yet. After being sick for so long, I was in serious need of serotonin, so I couldn't shake the waves of excitement building in me as I realized I really was in Sinbad's Palace. It's one thing to read about something and another to actually experience it. I knew I had said I would see a doctor as soon as I arrived, but I couldn't stop myself from going into full geek mode and just wanting to look around.

In other words, I was a weak, energetic, space cadet without a filter -prime condition to make an idiot and/or nuisance of myself- if I couldn't find something to force me to "sober" up and start masking.

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~POV Sin~

Horns announced the King's return to his Palace as the group walked through its gate. Many of the guards and civil servants present gave their welcome. The looks of awe on his guests' faces as they walked through the entrance to the court yard boosted Sinbad's already large ego.

Alibaba's and Aladdin's excitement had started to wane after walking so long, but Mori had the same look she wore when she first got on the ship. Now that Sinbad had seen her like that before, he knew better than to try to engage her in something she wasn't already thinking about. It was a lot like dealing with Yamuraiha after the magicians made a breakthrough. But that didn't mean he wouldn't still try to tease her if he had the opportunity; he'd just have to try a different method.

It was a bit of a relief to see Mori so energetic after the previous night. He would still have the doctors sent to her asap though.

Given how important his guests were, Sinbad decided to escort them, himself, to the Green Sagittarius Tower. Placing the 3 kids in the guest tower was a given since they hadn't agreed to any partnerships yet. The Purple Leo Tower was where Sinbad and his most trusted lived; as much as he wanted to move Mori in there with them immediately, Sinbad knew it would be better to wait until the others learned to trust her, so his Prophet was going to have to stay in the Green Sagittarius Tower for now. This would also give them more time to prepare her permanent room.

Ja'far raised his voice slightly to get all of the guests' attention as he explained a little about the Tower. Masrur took his cue to leave. The Fanalis raised his hand in a half hearted wave as he turned away from the group and started to walk away. The King watched one General leave as he heard the other lead his guests into the Tower.

It was his time to head off too. The rest of his Generals that had been left at home would be showing up to greet him -there was a lot to catch up on. As Sinbad had started to leave, the waves encouraged him to look back at the guest tower. Mori was standing watching him instead of following Ja'far. She had her bag in her arms instead of on her back.

"Is something wrong?"

"I know I should go rest and wait for a doctor, but," she looked at him with an odd expression -like she was seeing through him, "the waves keep pointing me that way." She pointed at the direction he was going.

She was right. The waves would have her follow him

instead of Ja'far.

"It's Drakon!" Mori gasped and her eyes grew. She gave a small laugh to herself. "The first Household Member is the first to show up."

Sure enough, the only member of Sinbad's Household that had fully assimilated with his Djinn's power had entered the court yard.

If she had this much energy and the waves wanted her out here then it should be fine. "Would you like to meet him now?"

Mori looked up at him shocked and expectant. "Is that okay???” It was like he was the center of her world in that moment.

"As long as you feel up to it." This was a good feeling.

She squeezed her bag in her arms. Mori seemed to become like a clingy child when she was unwell. If he had told her to go rest would she have begged him to stay and clung to him like she had before?

Her eyes grew determined. "I will have energy for about an hour. I'll go rest when I start to wear out, and I will ask for help if I need it -you don't have to remind me." Was she this direct because she was sick?

Drakon's deep voice came from behind Sinbad. "Welcome home, my friend."

The King turned to face his General. "It's good to be back."

"How did things end in Balbadd? When we heard about you loosing your metal vessels we got a little worried but it looks like you got them back." He laughed at the end. Drakon knew better than most that his King always manages to come out on top no matter what happens to him. He stiffened slightly. "Hmm? Who's this?” The General noticed Mori before Sinbad had a chance to answer his other questions.

Time for introductions then. "Drakon, this is Mori. She's the prophet I told Yam about." The King gestured towards her.

Mori put her bag down and when she stood up she had full composure. She offered a hand to the General. "It's an honor to meet you, Drakon. I read all about you when I read Fate." If Sinbad didn't know any better he would have no idea Mori had nearly died of fever only a few hours ago -she only looked tired. She was much better at acting than he expected. How long could she hide it though?

Drakon looked more dragon than man now making most uneasy around him, yet Mori didn't seem scared of him at all. Was it because she was hiding it or because she had read Fate? Actually, there was a strange glint in her eyes he couldn't place.

"Oh?” Drakon took her up on the handshake she offered. It was rare for someone not to flinch upon seeing him for the first time; Mori was definitely making a good first impression. "I must admit that I'm curious about this ability of yours."

The glint in Mori's eye grew into a full sparkle.

Their handshake didn't sit right with King Sinbad.

When their hands released, Mori put her hands in her pockets like she often did.

"Would you like an example?" Her smile didn't give anything away. "Before you were shipped out to Baal's Dungeon you tried to be noble and charming to Serendine but she responded by talking about how you followed her around 'like a baby duck' when you were little. Then she made you promise not to die." The waves were building around Mori again.

Serendine must have really said that. Drakon might not look human anymore, but Sinbad could still read his friend's expressions plain as day. Drakon was shocked by the first thing she said, and she was only just starting. Mori really was amazing.

"I know! Let me show you what I've got copied down so far" Mori squat down to her bag. She pulled out and opened a scroll, "Yeah. This one." She stood up with the scroll in hand and swayed a bit on the way up -she couldn't hide her condition fully.

Mori stepped between the King and his General, and turned so they were all facing the same direction. She raised the scroll so it would be easier to see. "Honestly, I had some other things to write down before I could start copying down Fate. I didn't start this until getting onto the ship, so please excuse the sloppiness."

Mori's handwriting looked rushed, like she couldn't get all of this out fast enough. Sinbad had barely gotten to start reading before she continued unrolling to reveal a detailed illustration of a family of three.

"That's-!" It was Sinbad and his parents when he was little.

Drakon glanced at his King, "Sin, are those people your parents?"

"Yup." Mori responded without looking up. "He looks a lot like Badrr, doesn't he?"

Back in Balbadd, Mori had said that she had read his life from his birth to his death, but it was different seeing undeniable proof.

She scrolled past more text and past another illustration and didn't stop until she got to a drawing of child Drakon following Serendine just like she had described. Mori continued scrolling through her work, and each image brought on more comments. There was an illustration of Sinbad meeting Yunan which she gratefully skipped past, a few of inside Baal and one from when Sinbad killed the Abare Narwhal in place of-

"Is this one of me? I look so young!!" The Imuchakk towered over all of them.

Mori whipped her head up. "Hinahoho?!" She wobbled from her quick movement. Sinbad placed a hand at her back to steady her; Mori didn't even react to his hand, instead she put all of her weight on it so she could stare up at the man behind them for a moment. That excited smile spread across her face. "Hello! It's nice to meet you. Please call me Mori."

Sinbad had purposefully gestured for Hina to stay quiet when he came up behind them so as not to distract Mori, but this was fine too.

"So this is where you went!" Ja'far came back from getting the three kids settled into their room.

Mori's smile was unwavering as she stood back on her own, unrolled the scroll to the next image and flipped it around for Ja'far to see. "We just got to your entrance. Care to join us?"

"Lady Prophet, I know you slept on your way here, but you were barely able to get off the ship before you had to lay down. Did you forget you're sick??"

Both Generals that had been looking at the scroll murmured questions about Mori's condition while the Prophet said nothing. At least Ja'far's words would have explained who Mori was for Hinahoho.

Ja'far's eyes wandered to the scroll in Mori's hands; his shoulders jolted when he realized what he was looking at. "Is that me??” He stepped closer to get a better look. After studying the image he looked up at the person holding it. "Did you make this?"

"Yes and yes."

The Prophet and the youngest General present watched each other for an opening.

Mori broke their silence. "I will go rest when I finish showing this scroll. We are almost done anyway."

Ja'far sighed. "Fine." He walked up next to Sinbad to join the group. Even if he tried to deny it, he couldn't fully hide his interest. "What is this scroll you've made?"

Mori turned

the scroll back around so the rest were able to see an image of when Ja'far attacked Sinbad in his sleep back when he was still an assassin. "Since I'm Sindria's Prophet now, I am copying down Fate so it will be easier to keep in order than thinking about it. This is just a draft though. After I have everything written down I'll go back and make it better."

That explanation was perfectly timed as two more Generals had join the group from behind -not that Mori seemed to notice.

Next was an image of Hina in a cave being surrounded by insects.

"Hold on. I never told anyone about that."

Mori stopped scrolling at Hinahoho's comment.

"What is this?" Sinbad asked his General.

But it was Mori who answered. "When Hinahoho first entered Valefor's Dungeon he was swarmed by Blooderflies."

"'Blooderflies?'" All six repeated back at her.

"Butterflies that drink blood," she explained confidently. When none of them responded she tensed. Sinbad could see her turn a little pink as she said to herself, "I thought it was a clever name."

"I think it's hilarious!" Pisiti said before breaking into giggles.

Mori jolted, "It's Pisti this time!" and started to look around for the source of the voice. She spotted the Artemyran that was shorter than herself and the man standing behind her. "And Sharkkan!”

Sinbad could see Yamuraiha and Spartos in the distance. As soon as they were all introduced he'd have Mori head to bed -end of the scroll or not; the waves from earlier would be reaching their peak soon and she had almost fell over twice already. Of course, he wouldn't mind catching her again, but he didn't want her pushing herself in her current condition.

The cocky prince had his hands on his hips. "Are you really a Prophet or our biggest fan?"

"Maybe I'm both," Mori answered with a smile. Her face was a little red.

Was she flirting with Sharkkan??

"That so?" Sharkkan smirked and leaned between Drakon and Hinahoho to get a closer look at her. "When they said there was a real prophet I was expecting some old hag, not a cutie like you."

Mori's eyes dilated and she gave a small gasp. Seeing Mori get embarrassed from compliments was something that Sinbad normally enjoyed, but this time it put a bad taste in his mouth. And did Sharkkan have to get so close to her?

Mori clearly agreed since she attempted to step away from the flirtiest of the Eight Generals. She must have forgotten about her own bag though, as she tripped over it and fell backwards right into Sinbad's arms.

Mori didn't try to stand back up at all. She looked up at the King and after a moment she hid her face behind the scroll she was holding. ”I-I am not a klutz!”

"Oh?" Sinbad smiled down at her. This was much better. "Then did you intentionally fall-”

Mori clapped a hand over his mouth. "No! Shut up! I blame you for this!” She pulled the scroll into her chest, but it unrolled anyway. She was doing a poor job of hiding her enjoyment of his teasing.

He laughed into her hand and she went quiet. Her blush started traveling down her neck since her face couldn't contain it all. This was a much stronger reaction than he normally got from her. He was clearly the only one that could pull such cute expressions out of Mori. Sinbad kissed the palm hiding his lips, and when she pulled it back to herself with an "Ah!" he knew he had to tease her more.

"Are you saying you're really swooning for me then, my Beautiful Prophet?"

"I-!" Mori couldn't bring herself to deny it and pulled the scroll back up to her face. She still wasn't trying to stand on her own or leave his arms.

"That's a good atmosphere."

*Whistles*

"You don't think ...?"

"OH MY-!"

See? No one could seduce a woman better than he could.

Mori finally found her rebuttal. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to be surrounded by your waves near constantly??"

He hadn't thought about that. Mori's waves were constantly opening new paths for Fate to flow. They have felt advantageous and that they would help him reach his goals. He wanted to keep her close to see what other changes she would make. And of course he had felt that she was going to live out the rest of her life in Sindria. But what did his waves feel like to her?

She looked up at him as angry as she was embarrassed. "I only slipped on the ramp and just now, and-and fell off of the bowsprit last night, because your waves crashed into me!”

That caught him off guard. "You knew it was me last night?"

"YES!" Mori's voice cracked at the end; she was still recovering so all this talking must have been wearing her out. "You're the only one who's waves feel like this." She broke eye as she got to the end.

Mori could identify him from his waves? There were certain people who's waves stood out to him as well -like hers-, but Sinbad was still not used to anyone else being able to feel the waves. This meant that he had kept quiet for nothing. It also meant that Mori had clung to him knowing who he was -maybe she wouldn't have accepted comfort from just anyone.

Her voice was almost inaudible. "When I realized it was you I was relieved. I've gotten hurt in the past when I was sick because I was alone so, ... thank you for taking care of me."

Just like when he had first learned that Mori could feels the waves, he was happy he was already holding her. He wanted to pull her closer like he had last time as well.

Yam let out a gasp while landing.

"WAIT!" Ja'far had been about to cut in to stop their antics anyway, but this was a completely different issue. "Mori, can you feel the waves of Fate like Sin??"

The King and the Prophet both stared at Ja'far for a few moments before answering in unison, "Yes."

((Hey everybody. Pretty sure you can guess why this chapter took so long. I just really wanted to draw so much of this chapter in comic form UwU Also, a bunch of life things got in the way. Now that everything is opening back up I can't work from home anymore. I'm very sensitive to the heat so I have to rest and cool down after each drive which really cuts into the time I have each day. -_-

Ja'far stared in disbelief at his King. "Sin, you knew?? Are you sure?"

With the mood completely ruined Sinbad helped Mori stand up properly. She grabbed his sleeve to keep herself steady and he left his arm around her waist just in case.

All of Sinbad's Generals -sans Masrur who had already left- were watching him. Mori had many abilities that made her extremely valuable, but they also made her a prime target to any of their enemies. The more her value is known the bigger the target on her will be, and Mori wasn't a fighter. Sinbad had already told all of them that Mori was a Prophet since she had already made that skill known to others, and it was something he wanted to use -there was no way he could hide it. His Generals had kept the fact that he could feel the waves a secret this whole time, so they would be able to keep her secret as well.

"Mori can definitely feel the waves of Fate. But you should know it is different from her ability as a prophet." He figured he should clear that up before they asked. Sinbad didn't know how they were different, but he had enough information to know they were.

Mori's voice was a little horse and on the weak side. "Since King Sinbad and Ja'far eavesdropped on my conversation with Aladdin there's no reason to hide it."

The King and his partner in crime froze. SHE KNEW HE HAD SPIED ON HER. Did his waves give him away?

Mori continued, "I can only read the Fates of realities that I am not currently in. It's not the same as different planets; It's a different universe with different rules." She rolled up the scroll while explaining. "The one I came from doesn't have Rukh, magoi, magic, or Djinn, but we did have 1500 to 2000 more years of scientific development compared to this world-" She was cut off by a short coughing fit.

Sinbad looked down at Mori. She was getting worse by the second. It was most likely fever and not embarrassment making her cheeks red in this moment. "It seems I've pushed you too hard while you are still recovering. My apologies." It was time to send the prophet to bed. He pulled at her waist lightly. "Let's get you to your room so you can rest."

Mori shook her head. "I have one more thing I want to say first."

"Fine." If it wasn't for the look in her eyes he would have refused her.

Mori's voice was getting worse so she had to take breaks in her speech. "I don't know what caused me to slip from my reality into this one, but I'm here now ... I fully intend to use my knowledge to help this world... But since I can't read this world's Fates anymore, I don't know how my changes will affect things..." She gripped the scroll like a life line. "As much as I'd like to answer the questions you all must have now... my voice is really starting to hurt, so I'd like to go rest."

Sinbad sighed. "Of course." It was a tough note to leave on, but her health came first. They'd have plenty of time to talk once she was better.

On a side note, I will be drawing Storpas (lol) in the next chapter. Don't worry, I didn't forget him.

It will probably be another 2 weeks or so before I finish the next chapter since I have less time to work on it now.))

#sindria's prophet #magi prophet fanfic #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad #magi fanart #magi fanfiction #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc #magi fan comic

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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 4 years ago

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hi! can you do a lyrical analysis on esny? i love your lyrical analysis it’s so cool <3

hello, kind anon!! thank you so much! sorry this took a while, i was deeeep into cherry and falling! but now i'll happily take a break from fine line and look at these beautiful lyrics.

as it's widely accepted that this song is about harry coping with the news about his stepfather suffering from cancer, that's also how i'll analyse it, since it definitely makes the most sense to me.

Tell me something, tell me something You don't know nothing, just pretend you do

this "you" can be a lot of people: a doctor, a family member, his partner, anyone - "you don't know nothing" points me more in the direction of the latter options: asking those next to and around him to talk him through this experience

fill the silence, cut the tension, make the waiting (for bad news) easier (ft. harry not being able to handle silences ～ from the dining table)

I need something, tell me something new Choose your words, 'cause there's no antidote

don't give me false hope, because we all know there's no cure; no good news coming

For this curse, oh, what's it waiting for? Must this hurt you just before you go?

why is this life's ending dragged on like this by suffering? it's a cruel way to pass on

Oh, tell me something I don't already know

he knows everything the doctors said already, all of the bad news. give him something other than that, anything

Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news

harry heard the news about his stepfather being sick when he was in brooklyn, ny - his life has been different ever since new york

There's no water inside this swimming pool

maybe this me connecting too many dots, or simply being wrong, but from mvs like golden, lights up and adore you it seems like harry finds a lot of comfort in water, as an escape or simply to seek the calm - in this case, he couldn't find a way to escape from his sadness/the reality of it all

Almost over, had enough from you

sounds pretty harsh, but i think the only way this lyric makes sense if it's about the cancer as subject: the illness has almost had enough, is nearly done causing its suffering

or: cancer is "you" and harry's had enough

And I've been praying, I never did before Understand I'm talking to the walls

so desperate to fill the silence that he's talking out loud

saying: to talk but no one's listening - he's going through this alone, just like everyone experiencing grief

ever since new york is a beautiful song about grief, especially the early stages of it. the experience of having to deal with this kind of news, where you have to accept that a loved one is suffering and will pass away and there's nothing you can do about it. there's childlike disbelief ("must this hurt you"), a desperation to find some last solution, like praying, but a part of him has already accepted the reality of it all ("cause there's no antidote", "empty at the news"). it's a sad song about a really sad experience that harry had to live through. having heard the news while abroad, not being able to immediately reach those at home, only worsened the pain.

and if you don't think it's about this and want to read a very deep larry parallels analysis, go read @bluewinnerangel 's dive - with links to dlibyh and t swift (be warned: it's still heartbreaking and it's about haylor.)

hugs for harry with this one 🥺

read my other lyric analyses here

#esny #kind anon #every since new york #lyric analysis #my posts #lp #tw cancer

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hiraemy · 4 years ago

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Lumine and The Goblet of Fire

Word count: roughly 2.7k for this part

disclaimer: first of all, this au was heavily inspired by @majunju 's incredible art! she made chilumi as beauxbatons and durmstrang students and my brain went brrr so i had to write something for them??

both Genshin Impact and Harry Potter are not created by me. However, i took the liberty to mix a lot of concepts in this AU, so have that in mind when reading.

for sake of plot, lets pretend that Durmstrang is located in Russia. Lumine, Paimon and Aether are the only ones from Beauxbatons, while the rest are from Hogwarts unless mentioned otherwise. All the characters that have adult models, like Jean, Lisa, Kaeya and Diluc are presumed to be adults, with Childe being the only exception. Also, all the characters that use children or teens’ models are students, with a few exceptions like Venti and Scaramouche [mihoyo pls stop giving us confusing ages and body models i never asked you anything]

(please, have in mind that english is like, my third language, if you notice a spelling or grammar error, feel free to message me!)

Act One: Lumine and her stupid impulse control

“I’m going to put my name on it.” Aether broke the silence suddenly

“What...? No! Oh god, I expected that from Paimon, but you’re just as bad as her!”

There were a lot of things that Lumine hated.

Open shoes. A very specific type of silk-flower based perfume(Aether once tried it because he wanted to impress a girl, but it ended stinking for two weeks straight). History of Magic. Condensed slime— those that Paimon loved, but she couldn’t even see it without being sick—, potions that took more than one single day to brew. But the worst, certainly was—

“C’mon, Lumine! You’re just afraid that you’re going to get your ass kicked in the tournament!”

...when Aether was being dumb.

“No, I’m not!” She countered quickly, ignoring the way Aether smirked like he knew exactly what buttons to push. Actually, it wasn't that far from reality, if she was being honest. She eyed the paper carelessly torn from his notebook that had his name as if she could burn it only with the power her heavy gaze. “You’re being dumb! Are you deaf or something? DIdn’t you hear them saying that the Triwizard Tournament has a high death count?”

“Paimon is sure it isn’t that bad!” The half-fairy smiled at her, eyes twinkling in greed and mischief. Lumine narrowed her eyes at the way she happily jumped in her steps, staying afloat in air for more time than it was normal to common humans “After all, they're opening it again, right? I’m certain that the ministry has done something to make it safer!”

“You’re the one to talk! You don’t care about anything other than the mora!” Lumine was quick to shut her down, sending a glare that didn’t affect any of the two. In that moment, the three of them entered the hall which had the Goblet of Fire in its full glory, a bunch of Hogwarts students surrounding it like curious birds, eager to know which students were applying for the tournament.

“Have a bit of faith, wont’ya?” Aether smiled boyishly, flicking his wand from his sleeve and hitting it slightly at the top of his head, also giving a wave to a bunch of ravenclaw girls that awed at his presence. He continued in his confident stride, each step leaving him closer to the Goblet “Arent I the best of our school when it comes to Charms? Besides, I have my beautiful, great and awesome sister which of course, will give her full support and use her full knowledge to—”

“Shut up, you know it's not that what I’m concerned with!” Lumine hissed, grabbing her brother’s wrist and tugging, lowering her voice. In the corner of her eye, she saw the Dumstrang guys eyeing her, Aether and Paimon like wolves, ready to pounce on them. “You heard the rumors, right? Please, don’t tell my you’re that reckless-”

“What rumors?” Paimon squeaked, her eyes going wide for a fraction.

“The Fatui. You know them, right? The Tsaritsa’s pawns.” She whispered, narrowing her golden eyes and not daring to let her guard down when she was in the same room as the Durmstrang and Hogwarts students. “There are rumours that they are at the move. Some say that her personal minions, The Harbingers, are also involved in some dark scheme around Hogwarts.”

“Nah. You’re just being paranoid, there’s no way someone of that caliber would be here" Aether raised his eyebrow and Lumine wanted to tug her hair out in pure frustration. “Besides, it’s not like I'm some helpless dead weight. I know I already said it before, but I’m really confident it’s going to be fine.”

“Aether is right, Paimon thinks you should relax!” The white-haired girl smiled brightly, nodding her head to herself. “Or even better, you could enter the tournament too! It would make our chances of representing Beauxbatons even higher!”

“Don’t you ever listen to me? Why would I—” Before she could complete her nagging, Aether quickly threw his paper into the Goblet, the flames flickering aggressively before consuming his entry. Her mouth fell open in disbelief, but the crowd around them didn’t seem to notice her reaction as they gave a round of applause for her twin.

“What, Lumi? Are you afraid of losing?” He made a point of taunting her with the most infuriating shit-eating grin he had “Or… Maybe you’re not up to the challenge…? Y’know, it’s really okay if you feel too scared to face some bad guys—”

Ah. Right.

Aether knew how much she loathed being underestimated.

“Shut up!”

"Aww, there is no need to be this angry! I'm your big brother, of course I'll know when you feel too scared to put your name on the Goblet! It's okay to feel insecure, and I think it is better for you to not enter as you might not be able to—"

The crowd cheered again as the Goblet of Fire consumed another entry from Beauxbatons Academy.

“Lumi—”

“Shut up, im still mad at you.”

Aether smiled sheepishly under his sister’s heavy glare and Paimon giggled. Lumine also sent her a heated look, making the half-fairy squeal childishly.

“Luuuuumi!” Aether whined, making her sigh. “Don’t be mad at me! You were the one who put your name on the Goblet, right?”

“Don’t act like you’re innocent! You know damn well what you did—” She hissed like a annoyed cat. Aether pouted and tried to trap his sister into a hug, but she slapped him away on pure instinct.

“Chill, chill! At least we’re getting a feast tonight, right? Not like we don’t eat well in any of the other nights, but a guy told me that Hogwarts’s food is really amazing on these special days!” Aether pleaded, the bright grin revealing how amused he was with his sister’s grumpiness.

“Free food is great, but free great food is even better! There is absolutely no way you can be mad after you eat, right?” Paimon tried, and Lumine let out an even more tired sigh. “Besides, a lot of students applied for Beauxbatons! What are the chances of you being chosen, especially since you don’t actually want to do it?”

“Shut up Paimon, you just jinxed it,” Lumine scolded half heartedly, tucking her notebook under her arm.

The bunch of Hogwarts students were a handful. Even with the merged classes to accomodate the Beauxbatons and Durmstrand delegations, it seemed like the hosting school’s own students were never going to be used to see them in the classrooms and corridors of the castle. Everywhere they went, their blue uniforms made the crowds stare them down with admiration, suspicion, curiosity or even anger in some cases.

Aether and her were somehow getting even more stares than the other Beauxbatons students. Her twin shined under the spotlight, offering a gentle smile to the brave girls who tried to talk to him sometimes —how strange it was to see her brother gathering a bunch of fangirls—, but she felt uncomfortable under the attention.

“You’re too tense, Lumi” Her brother chimed, as if he could read her thoughts. His arms were carelessly fold behind his head and he shot her a gentle smile. “No one is going to bite your head off if you smile a bit, right? Just relax!”

“Now, the moment you all have been waiting for...! The Champion Selection!” The Headmaster, Barbatos announced, his voice carrying in the big hall and being able to shush all chatter. With a swoosh of his hands, the lights on the walls dimmed down, leaving the Goblet of Fire as the main attraction.

Lumine felt a shudder in her spine, knowing that despite seeming like a simple gesture, the skill level required to perform a wandless and also wordless spell was higher than everything could even imagine herself doing. Deep inside her gut, the respect she had for the Hogwarts Headmaster was raised to the roof, especially since his appearance was nothing but of a kind and carefree young boy.

Below the table, her hands were connected in a silent prayer. Her luck couldn’t be that bad, could it?

If everything went well, neither her or Aether would be chosen.

“Mr. Alberich, would you like to do the honors?” Barbatos asked a blue-haired man, who Lumine vaguely recalled being a member of the Ministry of Magic named Kaeya. As he nodded and approached the Goblet, she felt her shoulders getting even more tenser.

The flames flickered aggressively, but Kaeya didn’t seem to be intimidated by it. He slowly extended his hand, the fire spiking suddenly and changeling from blue to a menacing pink as it spat a piece of paper.

“From Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albedo!”

The crowd— majority being from Hogwarts itself, the hosting school— cheered loudly, the most excited ones being from Ravenclaw. A boy dressed in blue rose from his seat, his ash-blonde hair styled in a braid at the back of his head and teal eyes immediately catching Lumine’s attention. He quickly went to the front and was guided by one of the teachers to a backroom, disappearing from everyone’s view. Mr. Alberich waited until the cheers died down to announce the next Champion, the flames shaking as if the own Goblet was impatient. Finally, with a burst of green, another paper flew into his hands

“From Durmstrang Institute, Childe!”

This time was the turn of the students seated at the end of Slytherin’s table to scream, a lot of figures rising at once and making it almost impossible to pinpoint who exactly was Childe. However, Lumine could see how a tall guy with a slim build was receiving some strong pats on his back, his messy ginger hair being attacked by another short guy who was too enthusiastic. His eyes still glinted with pride and excitement, even if the neatness of his red uniform was entirely ruined by his peers.

She clapped politely, lowkey still distressed about the next Champion. She was suddenly startled when the guy, who was definitely Childe as he finally went to the front, made unexpected eye contact with her. His eyes lingered a few seconds more than she would be comfortable to admit, making her even more anxious.

Mr. Alberich approached the Goblet again for the third name. For some reason, Lumine thought that the man was being slow on purpose, or that the Goblet was being too indecisive, as the flames flickered between blue, yellow and orange aggressively for a few seconds. Everyone else seemed to notice this too, a few curious whispers breaking out between the students. Kaeya narrowed his eyes and then, not a second too late, the Goblet spat the last entry.

“From Beauxbatons Academy…”

Her stomach dropped and she thought she would throw up on the spot.

“...Lumine!”

Aether screamed the loudest, right beside her ears. Paimon came to a close second though, shaking her by her shoulders like a ragdoll as if there wasn't a tomorrow.

"Lumi! Lumi! What are you waitin' for? Go to the front!" She got up, feeling her stomach do all the kinds of flips and lowkey dizzy. Her head couldn't even register properly the cheers, her mind too busy shouting all the bad words she knew at her mental images of Paimon and her brother.

She took in a deep inhale, keeping her breath until she was in the front of the whole hall, right in front of the teachers. Lumine saw the Beauxbatons Headmaster’s eyes take her in with slight tension in his slender fingers and she couldn’t help but to feel out of place.

"Mr. Zhongli…" She greeted quietly at the man, his tiny nod being the only thing to indicate his acknowledgment. He quickly led her into the backroom she saw both Champions go before, his brown cape flying elegantly behind him with every step.

"Miss Lumine, what a pleasant surprise… I must admit I didn't expect you to put your name in the Goblet." Zhongli started as a matter of fact, even if his eyebrow had a curious arch, as if expecting her to explain this turn of events.

“Yeah, neither did I, if I’m being honest.” She sighed, her hand wrapping around her stomach to hopefully help with the nausea and anxiousness

“Be assured, I’m sure the Goblet of Fire made an excellent choice for our school.” Zhongli said, his voice acquiring a softer tone, probably noticing how the blonde fidgeted a lot. Lumine clenched her fists, taking a deep breath. The man didn’t say anything else, and both of them reached a room decorated with Hogwarts’ trophies from the many tournaments held before.

She immediately saw Childe in a corner, poking a shiny statue that seemed to react at his mean touches, his eyes shining with some kind of rush and impatience she really didn’t want to explore any further. A tall woman, with elegant white hair that reached at her waist and ice blue eyes, slapped his hand harshly, freeing the poor statue from the Dumstrang’s clutches. Lumine didn’t know who exactly this woman was— It was common knowledge that Durmstrang Institute’s headmaster couldn’t be bored to attend the tournament personally—, but she could assume safely that she was at least a teacher.

With his distraction taken forcefully from him, Childe finally seemed to notice Lumine, turning on his heels with hands on his pockets. The witch felt another chill, incredibly uncomfortable with his heavy gaze analysing every feature, but she prayed to every god that she could at least maintain the stoic features she was quite infamous for. His blue eyes stopped carefully to analyze her face— a fact that she pretended to not notice by looking away—, with a satisfied(?) smirk appearing on his face that screamed bad intentions.

It took more than she would like to admit to pretend she wasn't the least affected by his heavy gaze on the side of her face. Her arms crossed around her face, her hand resting discreetly above the hidden pocket in her blazer that had her wand. Golden eyes searched the room again for another distraction, until they landed on the figure of the ash blonde boy chosen for Hogwarts.

He was pretty, no one could deny that, but even if he had those stupid charming eyes of his, there still was something about him that really threw her off. She couldn't exactly pinpoint it, but Lumine was sure that Albedo had some kind of deep dark secret kept hidden in himself. Was the whole Harbinger thing making her paranoid?

Before she could answer her own question, Barbatos entered the room with other Hogwarts teached in tow. The three of them— her, Childe and Albedo— came closer to the fireplace where everyone gathered, eyeing the teachers and the Headmaster who stood in front of them in a neutral position, except for mr. Zhongli, who was behind her, and the mysterious woman she supposed was Childe's teacher behind him. Occupying the vacant space, a pretty woman immediately went to stand at Albedo's back. She had light-brown hair and alluring green eyes, but the most iconic feature was her curvy body accentuated by her purple dress.

If she had to guess, she would assume that she was Ravenclaw's house head. Technically, Barbatos had to be a neutral party, as the hosting Headmaster, even if everyone knew his favouritism towards his own school.

"Well, now that we're back here, far from prying eyes, guess I can finally drop the formalities!" The small man suddenly said with a big smile, catching her off guard. In the corner of eye, she saw that Childe had a similar reaction, but Albedo seemed exasperated. "I must say, this year's competition is going to be tough. But I'm sure you three will be able to handle it just fine, hehe!"

Oh god. Was Barbatos like this in real life…? Suddenly, the previous mighty and ruthless image she had of the Headmaster was shattered. All the books talked about him as one of the seven great wizards of the last war, so she expected something more… Aggressive?

"Venti, please." For a greater surprise, Mr. Zhongli seemed used to his attitude, poorly hiding his smile behind a fist.

"Yeah, right. The Triwizard Tournament" He forced a cough, hardening his expression and straightening his posture. "From now on, Mister Childe, Mister Albedo and Miss Lumine will face difficult trials to determine which one of you is the greater wizard. I should also mention that the prize will be eternal glory and ten million mora, of course."

"We already warned you before, but let me repeat it. If you don't take these challenges seriously, you'll probably be squashed to the ground." Mr. Alberich stated bluntly.

"Is there a chance of dying?" Childe asked, the way his head tilted indicating that he wasn't asking just because he was scared.

"There were a few casualties some years before, but this time, the Ministry is making sure to bring some precautionary methods." He answered cooly, his expression not changing the slightest. "That being said, we still stand on the recommendation that you take extreme caution."

He didn't deny it. The fact didn't pass above any of the students' minds, Lumine tensing her shoulders, Childe grinning madly and Albedo pressing his lips.

"Anyway, about the first task," Barbatos took the lead again, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "The three of you will face an ability challenge. In other words, you'll be facing magic combat right from the start."

"Against each other?" Lumine asked, not wanting to fight Childe even in her dreams. He exhaled some mad, maybe sociopath vibes if she looked at it from a certain angle, and she certainly didn't want to test her theory.

"Nope," Barbatos said easily, tilting his head in fake innocence "Where's the fun in that? I can't say anything else, since it's supposed to be a secret until the trial— Ah, by the way, about the test, it will be on November 24th. You have two weeks to prepare, so have fun!"

Forget every good thing she had thought of him before. He was a Madman. She was surrounded by a bunch of madmans.

Oh dear lord.

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