#he’s described as handsome cunning and cruel

[fonmythenmetz]

The decision to make Feyd a gollum was it for me. I cared about no other character in the franchise and was looking forward to all the fandom hype, but they had to change things from the original for literally no reason at all and make the boy a psycho. I’ll drop a feydpaul multi chapter at the end of this year and will be gone from this fandom for good. Tired of being disappointed.

[dat-town]

yours truly

Characters: fate!Sunghoon (prince of hearts) & mortal!female reader

Setting & genre: caravalverse au, fantasy, forbidden romance

Summary: “... ballads don’t end happily, and neither do the two of us.” ‒ Stephanie Garber

Warnings: Sunghoon’s character is canon-typically mean and flirty in the beginning, blood, dagger and arrow-caused injuries, mentions of people dying, ambiguous ending

Words: 2.9k

Playlist: moonstruck, criminal love, fatal trouble, still monster, lucifer, fate

Author’s note: for those who haven’t read the books, just imagine a world where deity-like creatures called fates walk among mere humans; for those who did read the books, imagine this as an alternative for the plot, the worldbuilding is the same but the actual romance plays out different since Sunghoon is NOT Jacks, just a different Prince of Hearts. i know personality-wise it’s very not Sunghoon-like but i chose him for visual reasons #theplot

for @restlessmaknae because you worked hard and i believe that you will see its results <3

The Prince of Hearts was exactly how the stories described him: devastatingly handsome and infuriatingly wicked.

The first time you met him, he just broke a naive girl’s heart.

The Prince of Hearts was the hopeless lovers’ Fate. Many turned to him to fulfill their hearts’ desire or get revenge on their unfaithful significant other but there was a reason why he had always been portrayed with bloody tears running down his sculpture-like face and his perfect lips pulled up in a cunning smirk.

“What did you do?” You heard the girl’s trembling, frightened cry over the garden fountain’s lovely bubbling sound and you could tell she didn’t notice you on the other side of the installment. She must have dragged the young man out of the celebration to have a word with him privately. Too bad it was your hiding place.

“Exactly what you asked from me. I made sure he can never look at another girl again,” the man replied in a silky smooth voice, his tone almost melodic. He must have sung lovely lullabies, you thought, but then he continued and his voice turned something dark, something poisoned and sickly amused. “Or at anything for that matter.”

There was a cruel laugh carried by the night breeze and your eyes widened, thoughts running wild.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” the girl protested weakly between sobs but no use, it didn’t seem to affect the man at all.

“Isn’t it? Then you should have asked more… precisely,” he scoffed and with a rustle of clothes you could tell he turned around, ready to leave.

“But… but I kept my side of the bargain. You are a Fate, you should keep your word, too!”

You sucked in a breath because you didn’t have to guess much to know which Fate she was talking about. There was an infamous one for broken hearts.

“Are you seriously accusing me of not fulfilling my part?” The Prince of Hearts spoke up again and this time you could hear anger bubbling up beneath the boredom in his tone. He spoke quietly yet every word of his punctured like bites of a viper. “You wanted your lover to not look at other girls, so I took his sight. Would you have preferred if I plunked his eyeballs out? Or even better, if I simply killed him? Is that it?”

The girl’s crying turned pathetic and you almost felt bad for her even if she should have known better than to make a deal like that. Fates tended to take more than what they had promised.

“Look at you, a sobbing mess. Is your great love really only enough for this? Will you leave him now that he’s blind? Who’s the unfaithful one now?” The ageless creature tsked, his harsh words enough to make the girl run, crying and devastated. The air was once again filled with silence and crickets chirping. Out of curiosity, you quietly stood up from where you sat in the fountain’s shadow but you could see nobody on the other side of the monument. You let out a small sigh, turning back around only to gasp in surprise.

Right in front of you, barely an arm-length away was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He had porcelain skin and elegant features, artfully tousled raven black hair and almond shaped eyes reflecting the moon. His mouth was pulled into a lopsided smile as he leaned closer, resting his hand on the fountain’s rim beside your waist.

“You know, I can hear your heartbeat, love,” he said, syrupy sweet, and you had to deliberately remind yourself to breathe properly. “It beats rapidly like a trapped bird’s wings. Is it because of fear or attraction? Both?” The Fate arched a brow, provoking.

“I’m not playing your game,” you raised your chin with more confidence that you actually felt in yourself but you didn’t back down, not even when the young man’s eyes burned through you.

“Too bad. I didn’t even tell you the rules yet,” he pouted but he seemed more amused than anything else.

“Are all Fates this bored?”

“There’s a better question, love; are all Fates forgiving towards this blunt attitude of yours?” The Prince of Hearts raised a brow, challenging, his breath fanning over your cheek, his closeness painting it a rosy color. There was something predatory in the way he looked at you and your rabbit of a heart wished nothing but to run. Then he abruptly pulled away, his frown melting into an all too sweet smile.  “But see, I’m a gentleman and I will let it go. For now.”

The threat was clear in his velvet voice and the shine of his midnight dark eyes. It took your breath away and you only let out the air you were holding in when he walked out of sight, your heart still beating crazily as you watched him disappear like smoke in the dark.

The next time you met him, you were smarter than to walk into his trap. This time you were actually looking for him because you were about to do what you had never imagined yourself to: gamble for a Fate’s help.

But really, this was your last resort. No matter how many reasons and proofs you had listed, your best friend was dead set on marrying a duke with no land and no morals. He just wanted her for her family’s money but she didn’t believe you. She even told you that if you weren’t happy for her, you weren’t welcome at the wedding. So you had to make sure the wedding didn’t happen, that she realized that her fiancé was a selfish bastard. It was the perfect kind of job for the Prince of Hearts since he seemed to hate other people’s happiness. No wonder even his Destiny Deck card’s meaning was unrequited love and irrevocable mistakes.

As you opened the church's gate, your sister’s voice echoed in your ears. She had told you not to make deals with Fates but if you must, always make sure to double guess the meaning behind their words and not let them have leverage over you. She had known after having her own deal with the Jester Mad. Fates weren’t evil nor saints but as ageless deities, they had different moral compasses than mere mortals. They also lived a long, long life, so what could have been more fun for them than playing with human feelings?

Back in the days, Fates had been private creatures hidden from plain sight. People had built churches and altars for them, waiting for their miracles to happen. But then one day, the Fates disappeared. Nobody knew why or where. There were countless rumors but it didn’t matter because eventually they returned and they weren’t hiding anymore. The Poisonmaker kept wreaking havoc at events where drinking was involved, the Maiden Death started warning people about their loved ones’ dying in the middle of the main square and the Prince of Hearts had heads turning at every noble gathering pretty much in the entire country based on the rumors. Whispers followed his trail, so you knew exactly where to find him.

“Looks like wind blew a little birdie my way,” you heard the familiar smooth voice from behind you once you dropped your golden coins into the well inside the old marble church. You spun around, facing the Fate and you hated the instant effect he had on you. The way his mere presence was enough to weaken you. You tried focusing on the tiniest details on his face to keep yourself grounded like the moles adorning his cheeks, his defined eyebrows or the way the skin around his pretty eyes wrinkled when his mouth pulled into an amused smile. Your heart was a traitor once again.

“Missed me?” He teased, further decreasing the distance between you. He didn’t even touch you yet his closeness set the air around you on fire and you desperately tried to find purchase on the edge of the well, your well kept nails digging into the stone.

“I have a favor to ask,” you forced out and recited the entire monologue you had practiced with all the details in order to make sure there was no loophole in your request. You couldn’t have your best friend getting hurt because of you. You just wanted to get rid of her fiancé subtly. So you came prepared and judging by the almost impressed look on the Fate’s face and the pondering tilt of his head, he must have noticed too.

“Oh, you’re actually a smart one,” he mused out loud, a chuckle escaping him. “It sounds exactly like my kind of fun but you don’t think I’m doing it without a price, right? So are you ready to pay, love?”

You expected it, of course, there was always a price to pay. A bargain with both parties committing to something. You thought you were ready for anything the Prince of Hearts could ask of you: your reputation tarnished, memories of your first love destroyed, cursing you to never love again but maybe you were naive. Because in that moment he looked at you hungrily, eyes dark and tempting. He darted out his tongue, wetting his lips as he angled his face over yours, still not even grazing against your skin, yet you could feel yourself shiver.

For a moment you were sure he would kiss you. That he would kill you.

Because the thing with Fates was that all of them were cursed in one way or another. As for the Prince of Hearts, his kiss was fatal to all but his one true love. They said it was worth dying for and so many naive girls wanted to be the one to break this hex, he left a trail of corpses behind him.

“Not yet, love,” the Fate taunted as he swiped his thumb across your lower lip, leaving tingles behind, and you felt incredibly embarrassed for thinking he would actually kiss you. Gosh, you weren’t normally like this.

“What do you want?” You found your voice after pushing the silently laughing man away from you. You needed space, you needed to focus. You came to save your best friend’s future, not to kiss murderers no matter how much they erupted a garden of butterflies in your stomach.

“Let me be your plus one for the wedding and I promise to make sure your precious friend realizes her mistake before tying the knot. No bodily harm, no future consequences, yadda yadda,” the Prince of Hearts mocked your way of negotiating your conditions and you squinted your eyes because it sounded too good to be true.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” he flashed you a charming smile before leaning in close again, this time his breath fanning over your ears, teeth grazing against your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. “Oh and call me Sunghoon.”

The Prince of Hearts kept his word and you started to wonder whether he wanted to accompany you to the wedding because he wanted to see the drama he caused in person. He seemed rather amused when both the duke’s creditors and mistresses showed up and your best friend threw a vase at him.

It was naive of you to think so though, of course the Fate came on his own accord for his own ulterior motives. You didn’t even know that the infamous Witch of North, holder of the Fated object of the Unbitten Fruit, would be at the wedding but Sunghoon sure knew. He disappeared from sight in the middle of the chaos and you could only find him after calming your best friend down. The wedding hall was empty and broken into pieces and in the middle of it all, surrounded by blackened rose petals, there he laid like a beautiful fallen angel. His white shirt was snug over his broad shoulders and where his wings would have laid, blood spread like wine on tragic days.

“Oh my fates,” you mumbled as you rushed to his side.

Fates had once been immortals but even since their re-appearance, they were merely ageless and could be killed and while you shouldn’t have cared, something didn’t let you let him bleed out. Maybe it was because he just helped your friend like he had promised or because you had always been weak for the helpless ones even if the Fate was nothing but one.

“What happened?” You asked with trembling lips, pressing a torn piece of your skirt onto the bleeding wound on his side.

“Somebody wasn’t too happy that I said hello,” Sunghoon croaked a smile, still all too arrogant even with blood on his lips and pain on his features when his own laughter made him hiss.

“Do you have many enemies?”

“Enemies is all I have,” he said, reaching for the buttons of his blood-soaked shirt to get rid of it and you could feel your face flush at the sudden exposure of bare skin and toned stomach. But trust the Prince of Hearts to tease you even in his stabbed state. “No need to be so shy, love, you can look.”

You cleared your throat and hardened your gaze, looking him in the eye, unwavering. You accidentally applied a bit more pressure on his injury though because his face suddenly distorted in agony.

“Actually, there’s a vial in my front pocket. Would you be kind enough to pour its content on the wound?” He spoke up again, softer, a bit of breathlessness in his usually smooth voice and if it wasn’t for that, you would have believed he was still teasing.

But you actually found a potion in his pocket and once the liquid contacted his torn skin, it started healing at an amazing speed. Oh, so he came prepared, you realized and it made you smack his chest hard. He made you worry for nothing. So stupid of you.

Sunghoon caught your wrist and pulled it over his unbeaten heart, laughing at you. You should have been angry and yet, it was the most beautiful chime of bells you had ever heard.

That should have been the last time you saw the Prince of Hearts but he kept showing up. He kept bothering you at balls, scaring away suitors, stealing apples at the market you had to pay for. He found your reluctance and annoyance amusing, poking fun at the way your heartbeat spiked in his company. He put flowers in your hair, called you love like he meant it and touched you briefly only to make you crave more. You thought it was all just a joke for him because he was bored and you weren’t as easy as the other girls but then you were bleeding out and he looked ready to burn the whole world down.

It was a typical case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were just in the way. It wasn’t meant for you but the arrow pierced through your chest nevertheless.

You coughed up blood, barely catching your breath, when Sunghoon caught you in his arms before you could have fallen onto the flower bed beneath. Deliriously you looked up at him in wonder, at Death’s most beautiful angel. 

“You’re not dying,” he told you through gritted teeth but his voice was torn, feelings you didn’t recognise scratching the surface.

“They say you can’t feel, not because you have no heart but because it stopped beating long ago. Is it true?” You forced out weakly as you put a hand over Sunghoon’s chest just over where his heart was still as always. “I wonder what kind of girl it was, the one who broke your heart.”

All Fates were humans once and their assigned traits and powers were aligned with how they had been once as mortals. It was silly but you couldn’t help being jealous of the girl who had once held his affection because the way he looked at you then made you feel like nothing else mattered to him but you.

You knew that Fates felt everything in extremes. They didn’t hold grudges, they took revenge. They didn’t know love, they only knew obsession. Yet so many made the mistake of falling in love with a Fate and you couldn’t find it in yourself to blame them. Not anymore. Not when the Prince of Hearts’ hands were stained with your blood but you wanted nothing more than to succumb to this overwhelming feeling of being held by him.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, feeling faint. You were dying anyways, it couldn’t have hurt more to try. Because what if it was true, what if true love’s kiss could cure all curses, what if he had been looking for you all this time?

“Love…” Sunghoon’s voice was ruined. It was just a word yet a plea at the same time. A simple word you associated with your name ever since you had first met him.

His eyes shining like bright stars in the night sky were the last thing you saw before your eyelids fluttered close. Tears streamed down your face or blood, you couldn’t tell, but the lips on yours tasted metallic like iron and the sweet taste of the forbidden fruit. Like sin and redemption at the same time. Like you were his in this fairytale and he was yours. Yours truly.

[tadpolesonalgae]

You know what I keep wondering 🤔

Do Eris and Lucien + the other brothers look like beron?

I mean didn’t someone in the books mention Beron kept Lucien because they looked similar enough? Wouldn’t Beron actually be handsome? Or like charismatic and a smooth talker? I mean he somehow survived autumn himself and got to be high Lord😀

In my head he has those smoldering whiskey (a little bit green) eyes, short, brown, back sleeked hair and that one hair that always falls away and makes man look hotter, has the smirk Eris has, is tall and built. Impeccably dressed, looks always put together😬

Probably had some big mommy and daddy issues growing up

Probably also Had a rivals to lovers before LoA and left the poor girl for LoA(who didn’t want the pos anyway)

I always think that he is that one psychopath who everyone finds hot until his wife/girlfriend tells everyone how abusive he is.

-🩰

I don’t see why not, though that’s a strange thought? I’ve always imagined Beron as having a much more brutal figure? Where Eris leans more toward vulpine strength, I imagine Beron has bearish muscle, palms tough and large enough to melt the features from someone’s face if they’re unfortunate enough to get that close 🫢

I think he’s also described to sound less refined? Like Rhys as a villain was cunning and sly with his words, but Beron seems a much rougher type of antagonist? So I also like to think Eris and Lucien got their wit from the LoA before Beron broke her spirit, while Eris got some of his sharpness from his father? I also agree he would be well-dressed, too, though I think while Eris dresses finely to show his wealth and social standing in a more subtle/dignified way, Beron’s display is a more on the sickening side? More decadent and unnecessary?

‘I always think that he is that one psychopath who everyone finds hot until his wife/girlfriend tells everyone how abusive he is.’

Like a lot of women liked him before he became High Lord when he was a little more roguish? But then when he ascended the throne, and the mess with LoA became impossible to hide the ladies of the court realised what his true colours were? I like to think he would have always been cruel, just that until it became obvious, people were willing to ignore it? I’d be interested to see different fanart of Beron, but I don’t think there’s much of it obviously 🧡💛

[bhaalswn-arch]

Now this is something that I planned on writing and trying to convey my thoughts/assumptions onto here. It could be long, it could be not, depending on the things I remember. ( This is simply dwelling into manipulation/compliments. How one thing can affect the brain when you've been described as such for the most of your life. )

"Vile Master" / "Unlovable Carcass" / "Vile Self" / "Dear Rotted Master" / "Ruined Body" & So Much More.

Flattering remarks be damned. None exist in the Temple of Bhaal. Manipulation is key. It thrives as much as it thrives on the spilled blood that drips from innocent bodies that run down the streets and down into the Temple. You were raised with raw obedience. No recollection of your childhood in your mind. Forgotten. Eroded. You live in your ruined body to serve and obey. To be your true vile self. You were watched, constantly. You were Bhaal's Chosen. Expectations were met and exceeded with every tenday. All your life you have been consumed by words and actions. Of hushed manipulation that is whispered into your ears. The cruel influence that soon turned you into the sin incarnate / cruel incarnate. You're disgusting and cruel. Your hands were created to destroy. To be blood-sullied. Dripping in what makes you sated and to honour your own God. To constantly be reminded of the tales of: Uthaedeol the Blood-drenched and many others. So many tainted words had been burrowed deep into Alkas' brain. That he cannot see himself as anything but unlovable and disgusting. Love is not part of what Bhaal is.

You're a wretched thing. You're tainted and horrible. You're nauseating and sickening. You're murderous and sinful. You're a wreck, or a shuddering/shivering mess. You're anything but beautiful nor handsome. You're not what other people say to each other. Such words spoken has soon transformed you into a Thing. As Bhaal intended. You were destined to have a cruel fate. Your brain working overtime to plan out every step in order to calculate every death every tenday.

If you were ever met with the word/compliment of being called beautiful. You wouldn't know what to do with it. You'll be too stunned to ask. To even contemplate on such a definition because it does not fit you. ( Or did it? Did it fit you? No. ) No one has complimented you. Not in terms of actual genuineness. Manipulation? Yes. But not in the way you think. But to be praised and make it sound genuine breaks the cycle.

It'll make him feel like a person, as you treat him as a person and not a thing.

"You're beautiful" / "Your smile is crooked yet unique" / "Your laugh is amazing." / "You look lovely today."

Sometimes Alkas will fail to believe it, and despite even his memory loss. It's probably dug in so deep into his brain that he may not forget it. Not when there is actual monologue of such words. ( ex. "unlovable carcass" ) and acknowledging how much had been said between him and Fel. To hear such words once again and feeling utterly familiar.

In the end. What do other people see in you? Do they see you as a Thing? Cruel. Disgusting. An animal. Someone who'd been swallowed up in the Darkness. Or do they see you as a Person? Handsome. Cunning. Someone who wanted to be better.

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE DEVIL get what he deserves?” He is in THE DEATH EATERS & CLOSED to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → larkin mulciber pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → woo do hwan blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → socialite amongst high society in wizarding london future information → n/a

— he is best described as ;

The King of SHADOWS and GOLD, he is the OMINOUS DREAD held in unwelcome prying eyes looming in the never ending cold and the CHILLED SHIVER running down the back of necks on a pitch BLACK NIGHT. A TORMENTED SOUL, the bruised boy of woe is MANIPULATIVE yet harbors REGRETS. The PUPPETEER toying with unwilling victims strings; like a SPIDER drawing blood after it drives its prey to pure INSANITY.  

— his story starts with ;

tw: abuse, tw: death, tw: blood

Born to Kyung Mulciber, a man as hateful as he was cunning, Kyung single handedly raised Larkin in disgrace. Bred a tormented soul, he was branded the Grim Reaper. Yeong, the light of Kyung’s life, took her last breath at Larkin’s first, casting bitterness into the family’s hearts. Without a single word of kindness, Larkin was resented by those supposed to grace him with care. Interactions were met with hostility and volatile anger; even from the likes of the house elves who once idealised their mistress. Growing in the fall of his mother’s glory, hidden in the secluded mountains of the Lake District enchanted barriers kept the Mulciber manor secluded from unwelcome guests. Isolated and with a severe lack of love, Larkin’s youth was spent whispering secrets to spiders dangling off chandeliers. With his father absent and cold, Larkin tried earnestly to grasp onto pieces of a parent. Hours spent by candle light in the family library, from archives detailed in gold and towering family portraits, he formed a fragmented image. A woman once powerful, resilient and beautiful, illuminated in piercing emeralds that matched her eyes; his late mother. Someone he thought could have loved him, if only Morgana had been kind.

With wealth and a line as Pure-Blooded as The Sacred-Twenty Eight, the family reveled in entitlement. Renowned for possessing an aptitude for the dark arts, purist rhetoric was laced in their lives from dusk till dawn. Breeding chaos, while Kyung praised ERIS MULCIBER [sister] and JAE MULCIBER [brother] in glory, Larkin was cursed into strife. Like his siblings, he was taught not what beauty magic held, but what power. Growling voices with a tone as sharp as poison scorned him, disapproving glares reflected in the shattered mirrored walls of the Mulciber ballroom turned training arena, distorted and manic as his father’s teachings turned cruel. Harnessing darkness, unregistered Gregorovitch wands concealed their illegal activities from the Ministry of Magic, enabling them to continue their legacy of turmoil all while slipping through the grasps of the law. The eldest Eris, channeled anger into the Cruciatus curse. Second born, Jae’s handsome features acted as the perfect deception for the master of death; with Avada Kavarda being his speciality. Leaving Larkin to master the complexity of the mind and the Imperius curse. Divine and divisive, the family were notorious for playing Merlin himself as they manipulated powers beyond their control. Together, the trio made a master of sin and torment. 

Desperate for gratification, Larkin’s sensibility grew cruel in a plight to prove his worth. Cursing the house elves with a flick of his finger, he left them dangling on the ceiling with a twisted grin all for a glimmer of respect to flicker in his fathers eyes. The more souls he puppertered, the more praise he received. Forging himself into a sinner to gain what he could only dream of; acceptance from his father. While his siblings attended Durmstrang, Kyung claimed his talent would be better suited to that of Hogwarts. Speaking of a wizard whom he once schooled with, THE DARK LORD [leader] dreamed of a world where those inferior would finally know their place. Entrusted, Larkin vowed to find those as equally wicked. Cunning as the devil, the sorting hat barely graced his head before announcing his rightful place in Slytherin. Gaining respect for his damming schemes; Larkin was renowned as the king of chaos. JASPER AVERY [best friend], though entitled and held little promise in Larkin’s eyes of matching his wits, made a reputable ally. Second in their ranks was SEVERUS SNAPE [best friend], despite his Half-Blood status, his intellect was more akin to his own. The trio became notoriously known for their vile pranks on those they deemed unworthy to study magic. 

Consumed with desire to appease his family, Larkin fell into a kingdom of darkness. Until he met them. MARY MACDONALD [former partner] was everything he wasn’t. Kind hearted with a warm disposition, if Larkin was the king of the underworld, Mary was the beautiful wix dancing above. A Muggle-Born and friend of annoyances JAMES POTTER [adversary], SIRIUS BLACK  [adversary], REMUS LUPIN [adversary] and PETER PETTIGREW [adversary] , Jaspar dared him to bring the sweet creature to ruin. What had started as a ploy to break the wix’s heart, turned into a secret relationship hidden in the shadows of the clocktower. Despite himself, he fell in love with Mary. Intoxicated by their light and the only person to ever bring warmth to his cold heart, Larkin grew desperate in his attempts to keep their love a secret. Despite efforts, PERSEPHONE WILKES [friend/rival] caught a stolen glimpse between the pair. Outraged that he’d betrayed the sanctity of magic, she deemed him a blood-traitor for his adoration for a filthy mudblood. Threatening to expose them with her wand pointed to his throat, despite Mary’s obstinate belief that love conquered all; Larkin knew that even a rumor would open them to cruelty. With Persephone’s threats lingering over his head, logically he knew the only way to guarantee their safety was to make an example of them. 

Plotting in an aid to set them free; Larkin encapsulated them in his arms and stole one last kiss before uttering ‘Imperio’. Instantly Mary’s love faded to a vacant expression; leaving them completely at his disposal. Encouraged by Jasper’s twisted grin, they killed Flinch’s cat, Mary’s hands covered in blood, and set off to their final destination; The Black Lake. Floating like Ophelia, Larkin was moments from sinking Mary into the water’s when LILY EVANS [adversary] found them. Concentration broken, Mary’s piercing screams of terror echoed around the grounds cutting Larkin’s heart like a knife. Expelled, he left Hogwarts donned a hero by purists. But for once, he didn’t feel pride in his actions. Finishing his final years of education at Durmstrang, Larkin dove into his studies with cruel intent. Named a lone wolf by peers, while the school harbored those residing in darkness; none held Larkin’s power. Wandless magic for unforgivable curses was rare and known by few, including the Muclibers who left many pleading for mercy with a mere curl of their hand. Stalking dark alleys in his black jacket embossed with scales, Larkin sunk his teeth into the pits of hell daring it to fight back. Gone were the flowers Mary had once laid, left only an empty chasm of a man; unhinged and dangerous with little left to lose. 

While his others prided their superiority through status, Larkin’s talents made him a vital recruit into The Dark Lord’s army; becoming an esteemed member in the fight for the new world. Settling on the outer banks of London with a heart rotted black, darkness swarms like a whirlpool in his chest. Under the orders of BELLATRIX BLACK [mentor], Larkin is gathering information on those who could cause complications to The Dark Lord’s plans. Sniffing out Blood-Traitors, Larkin is playing the unsuspected in a plight to move up in the ranks. GILFRED ABBOTT [victim] was the perfect victim for his scheme. Suspecting little when questions from Larkin’s lips instead left the young Gryffindor’s; his sweet demeanor acts as the perfect mask to torment. Though as charmed as his antics are, he has his sights set on bigger fish; DOUGAL MCKINNON [rival], COINNEACH MCKINNON [rival], NATHAIR MCKINNON [rival] and MARLENE MCKINNON [rival], a family seeking to devalue pure-blood legacy by allowing a muggle-born into their ranks was the perfect target to finally bring him to glory. While the other McKinnon siblings shout for equality, Larkin has his eyes set on the brother that prefers the shadows than the light. Calculating his plans, he knows Nathair will be the undoing of the family, if only he pulls on the right set of strings.

— he is a LEVEL 7 WIZARD & readied for war ;

[mystoriesandcharacters]

Cunning, Intelligent, Manipulative and Seductive. Lucas is charismatic and knows how to get what he wants. He is very ruthless and determined to always be on the top.

Ambitious, Confident and Charismatic. Chloe has a talent for reading people and winning them over. Chloe knows everything about the latest trends and has a talent for manipulating people.

Pessimistic, Cynical, Spiteful and stylish. Fiona is highly intelligent and manipulative. She is very competitive and ruthless. Fiona can be very cruel and has no hesitation to hurt others in order to achieve her goals.

Seductive, Mischievous and ambitious. Evan is a jokester and is willing to do anything to get a laugh. Regardless of feelings getting hurt. Evan has a sadistic sense of humor and loves to create chaos and mayhem.

Sweet, Smart, Humble and Cheerful. Julie always has a book in her hands and likes to help others. Julie always tries to see the best in others no matter how cruel, manipulative and ruthless they are.

Creative, Funny, Optimistic and Intelligent. Calliope and her best friend Lexi are inseparable. But things between them aren’t as harmonic as they seem. Underneath her positive exterior Calliope is actually very vindictive and is determined get what she wants.

Intelligent, Mature, Elegant and Sophisticated. Lexi and Calliope have been best friends forever but deep down they hide a strong amount of resentment for each other. Lexi is very determined and manipulative.

Otherworldly, Slightly Creepy and Odd. Cedric is a non conformist who marches to the Beat of his own drum. Cedric spends his free time at the local cemeteries and loves to give people a fright.

Intelligent, Analytical and Calculating. Margaux always plans ahead and never stops until she has achieved her goals. Margaux is a girl who knows how to act in certain situations and always has a plan.

Bubbly, Cheerful, Funny and Sweet. Juniper has a natural talent for making friends but she’s not as happy as she seems. Juniper always tries to be positive to hide her true feelings of being miserable and sad.

Mysterious, Charismatic and Dreamy. Anthony is a sensitive artist and Heartbreaker. But deep down he hides a strong amount of sadness.

Creative, Funny, Sarcastic and Ambitious. Julian is highly demanding and determined. He never backs down from a challenge and hides manny secrets.

Ambitious, Determined and Ruthless. Oliver is a Bad Boy through and Through but deep down he hides a more sensitive side to his personality.

Sweet, Sensitive, Creative and Funny. Corey is a sweet guy who just wants to see people smile. Even though they don’t often appreciate him.

Confidant, Stylish, Edgy and Competitive. Roxy is an aspiring designer who wants to conquer the fashion world with her unique designs and otherworldly looks.

Sweet, Handsome, Confident and Charming. Cameron is an extremely creative musician with a sensitive soul. He doesn’t care about fame and only wants to live his dreams.

Spiritual, Otherworldly, Kindhearted and Dreamy. Luna is a very unusual girl with odd interests. She likes to observe her peers and wants to be accepted for being different.

Smart, Adorable, Sensitive and Shy. Logan can be described as a puppy because of his innocent and sweet demeanor. But don’t let his sweet exterior fool you because he hides a dark side to his personality.

Intelligent, Perfectionistic, Logical and Organized. Martha’s biggest passion is Science and Technology. She’s highly intelligent and manipulative and is very determined to be the best.

Handsome, Creative, Funny and Ambitious. Collin is a very determined boy who always gets what he wants. He can be very ruthless when he’s pursuing a goal but he is also very loyal to his friends.

Funny, Creative, Determined and Stubborn. Camila is the type of girl who never backs down from a challenge. She’s a Non Conformist and believes that people should follow their hearts.

Rebellious, Mysterious, Sensitive and Creative. Donny is a Rebel with a Cause. He is always on the lookout for a new adventure and spends his free time reading dramatic novels.

Confident, Sweet, Brave and Determined. Luanne is a fierce environmentalist and always tries to convince others to help her save the planet. Luanne is very calculating and knows how to win people over by using the right words.

Poetic, Rebellious, Non Conformist and Sensitive. Ryan is an outsider who prefers to keep it that way. Ryan is aware that he has lot of admires but he is not interested in a relationship at the moment.

Intelligent, Unafraid, Sweet and Optimistic. Hazel is a girl with a positive attitude and fierce determination. Hazel hides manny secrets and knows how to find out others and always keeps quiet.

Confident, Loyal, Determined and Brave. Presley is very athletic and competitive. But she draws the line at cheating and hates liars. Presley also hides a very romantic and sensitive side to her personality and has fondness for cute things.

Intelligent, Sweet, Awkward and Adorable. Kyle is a total sweetheart who always thinks about others. But despite his sweet personality he has no calms about standing up for himself in certain situations.

Gentle, Sweet, Polite and Sensitive. Mackenzie is a kindhearted and timid girl who prefers to stay away from the crowds. Mackenzie is a talented musician and singer but her Stage Fright keeps her away from living her dream.

Relaxed, Laid Back, Calm and Composed Dylan always keeps a cool head in dire situations and knows how to not get stressed out. Dylan is an intelligent and creative person who always follows his dreams.

Mysterious, Strange, Confident and Outspoken. Lana is a girl who prefers the darkness over the light. People are always creeped out by her interests. But that doesn’t bother her at all because she wants to be herself.

Happy, Welcoming, Kind and Optimistic. Connor is energetic, zany, giggly and full of fun. He loves to spread positivity and always turns a frown into a smile. But he is also a very intelligent boy and is very insightful.

Brave, Loyal, Kind and Stubborn. Gordon is intelligent and creative and always keeps his head straight. Gordon is always relaxed and loves to read Sci Fi novels and is and has a talent for robotics.

Kindhearted, Positive, Sweet and Creative. Abigail always has her heads in the clouds and sometimes can be very spacey. But she’s also very intelligent and determined and always has her heart on the right place.

Energetic, Friendly, Brave and Fun. Jupiter is a very intelligent boy and loves to write his own comic books. Jupiter can also be a bit defensive and stubborn and sometimes gets into very heated arguments.

Clever, Charming, Soft and Shy. Sapphire is creative and confident and is very intelligent. She can also be very stubborn and impatient and sometimes can be really impulsive and cause trouble.

Kind, Loyal, Helpful and Obedient. Katie is always very intelligent and organized and always has a plan. But she hides a more a wild side to her her calm personality and knows how to throw a party.

Creative, Sarcastic, Hardworking, Determined and Kind. Adam is Smart and Stubborn and knows how to manipulate certain situations in his favor. Adam prefers to always keep his feet on the ground and is extremely calculating.

Mischievous, Sweet, Loyal and Funny. Lilian is confident, competitive and fearless. Lilian never backs down from a challenge and is very determined to achieve her goals no matter the cost.

Loyal, Honest, Kind, Hardworking and strong. River is creative and sensitive and can also be very stubborn and determined. River is very brave and knows how to put certain people in their place and always keeps his head straight.

Intelligent, Sweet, Confident, Brave and Creative. Maxine is a talented dancer who has rhythm in her blood and a beat in her heart. She can sometimes be very insecure but she’s also incredibly stubborn and can be very manipulative.

Trendy, Fashionable, Confident and Brave. Ruby knows everything about the latest Trends and is an expert in social interactions. Ruby prefers faux leather and silk and despises animal products.

Cheerful, Positive, Sweet and Athletic. Molly is all about living healthy and loves to play sports and read books. Molly is very optimistic and loves to make new friends and is an absolutely team player.

Seductive, Confident, Brave and Determined. Spike is an intelligent and cool guy with a passion for chemistry. Spike is very sensitive and is also very stubborn sometimes he acts without thinking and always gets in trouble.

Gentle, Cheerful, Intelligent and Kindhearted. Moonbeam is a zen girl with a positive attitude and a smile on her face. Moonbeam is a hippie and is all about peace and love and absolutely hates violence.

Intelligent, Progressive, Passionate and Creative. Ivy is very organized and perfectionistic. She’s constantly worried about the future and sometimes can be very pessimistic. But she is also a complete sweetheart and is very empathic.

Smart, Cynical, Pessimistic, Grumpy and Caring. Klaus always has a frown on his face and sees the glass half empty. He is very intelligent and calculating. Klaus can sometimes be very vindictive and often manipulates his peers.

Cheerful, Positive, Optimistic, Determined and Sweet. Mandy loves to make new friends and is very open hearted. But sometimes she can be a bit clueless about certain things despite being a smart and popular person.

Cool, Confident, Rebellious and Independent. Lola is a girl who follow her own rules and loves create a little mayhem. Lola always has a positive attitude and is a very caring person who never betrays her friends.

Optimistic, Rebellious, Confident and Determined. Izzy is a Rocker Girl who always has headphones on her ears and a Song in her Heart. Izzy is a Non Conformist who doesn’t follow mindless fads.

Creative, Independent, Optimistic and Sarcastic. Rosie is an artistic person who always is filled with ideas. She’s a writer, a singer, a painter and a designer. Rosie can be very stubborn and impulsive and sometimes gets in massive trouble.

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Fortune Lover DLC: Witcher. Academy teach students how to become monsters hunters, by using magic, swords, alchemy and traps. (Bakarina version).

Splitting this into two sections so I can also show the Bakarina version you requested, as well.

When a humble bard/Graced a ride along/With brave, humble Maria/Along came this song...

The Sorcier Academy of Witchers commonly only took in Nobles, but in the case of Maria Campbell, who freed her town of a dead man's curse without training, exceptions had to be made. While there, she meets quite the band of intriguing individuals:

Flaming Sword Geordo: Trick blades have their place, and fire can harm many things. The Third Prince knows this and is one of the best to be trained at the Academy, despite his proclivity towards drawing out the deaths of certain monsters.

Alan the Prepared: Everything has a weakness, and every weakness has a potion that can exploit it. The Fourth Prince is second to none, at least in that regard and as a musician, carrying his instruments, twin swords, and potions wherever he goes, and he seeks to better himself to surpass his twin.

Keith of the Clay Dolls: Brute force can be a skill in and of itself, especially when you have the means to summon more of it. A scoundrel and a flirt, he is still one of the most promising of their students.

Handsome Nicol: Silent and beautiful, he is a skilled monster hunter, often accompanied by his sister.

Sirius the Dark: Born Raphael Walt, he was the illegitimate son of a Marquis that wanted to do right by him. Using a pseudonym, he is a master of deception, a vital skill in combat.

Clever Mary: Elegance, Grace, Speed, and Artistry. Wielding twin rapiers with concentrated poisons, Mary embodies all four of these traits perfectly, and is second only to Alan in terms of knowledge of the weaknesses of monsters in that regard.

Sophia the Sage: A weak frame does not mean that one can't be dangerous in another way. Many refer to Nicol as the blade she wields against monsters, and to say so is not unfair.

And

Katarina the Outcast: Many argue that striking when an opponent is already vulnerable without being tracked is unsporting, others say wounding a monster to track it to its home for sport is cruel, and others still believe subjugating monsters is barbaric or insane. Katarina is loathed for doing all of those things and more, but she is talented enough to remain a student.

Maria, herself, is not without her own talents. While not yet trained with a sword, she is skilled with her throwing knives, hatchet, and homemade bow, and carefully researches all manners of magic, curses, and creatures before she acts.

This DLC features new locales, a brand new set of combat mechanics, the ability to team up with any member of the principle cast of the original game, various creature designs, three new romance paths, and more! Grab your silver and iron blades and earn your coin in Fortune Lover's Witcher's Path DLC!

For Length Reasons, the Bakarina versions are below the cut

With Bakarina being transported to this DLC world, the characters could best be described as:

Katarina the Saint of Blades: A loving heart and a masterful swordswoman. She has enough love to tame the savage hearts of various monsters, and the skill with a blade that most others can only dream of.

Maria the Wild Witcher: Self-Trained, Self-Taught, Self-Sufficient. She has seen and dealt with many horrible things, and yet her kindness is always clear.

Flaming Sword Geordo: Trick blades have their place, and fire can harm many things. The Third Prince knows this and is one of the best to be trained at the Academy, with his sadistic tendencies tempered by his desire to be viewed favorably by his fiancee.

Alan the Daring: Everything has a weakness, and every weakness has a potion that can exploit it. The Fourth Prince is competitive, but amiable, carrying musical instruments, twin swords, and potions wherever he goes, though he keeps them sheathed when visiting Katarina and her pets.

Keith of the Clay Dolls: Brute force can be a skill in and of itself, especially when you have the means to summon more of it. A dutiful brother and a talented student at the Academy, he is often found wherever his sister is.

Handsome Nicol: Silent and beautiful, he is a skilled monster hunter, often accompanied by his sister.

Sirius the Dark: Born Raphael Walt, he was the illegitimate son of a Marquis that wanted to do right by him. Using a pseudonym, he is a master of deception, a vital skill in combat. Over time, Katarina's influence allowed him to accept aid and friendship

Cunning Mary: Elegance, Grace, Speed, and Artistry. Wielding twin rapiers with concentrated poisons, Mary embodies all four of these traits perfectly, and is second only to Alan in terms of knowledge of the weaknesses of monsters in that regard, as well as being one of the few to fearlessly approach Katarina's pets.

Sophia the Sage: A weak frame does not mean that one can't be dangerous in another way, and spending time with Katarina and her pets gives one a daring heart. Many refer to Nicol as the blade she wields against monsters, and to say so is not unfair.

Other than that, you'd have Katarina walking around with a bunch of monsters trailing behind her like baby animals following their mothers.

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"Am I? " (Rhys x OC)

Disclaimers :

-Most of the character and the ACOTAR universe belong to SJM, I'm just having fun writing about one of my favorite book series!

-The main relationship that will be developed being between Rhys and an OC, I'd like to say I still LOVE feysand and have nothing against it, I just wanted to try something different!

-Also English is not my first language so I'm really sorry if there's some things that I write wrong! Do not hesitate to correct me 😊

CHAPTER ONE

She observed the three men now standing in front of her.

The High Lord of the Night Court and her father - the Emperor of Vask - seemed as different as they were similar. Her father was kind of the physical opposite of the Lord, who had purple eyes, so bright they disturbed anyone who dared looking at them, black, short hair and sharp facial features. Alexander of Vask was blond, his hair falling on his shoulders, a bump on his nose, and had brown eyes and a serious obsession for royal blue, the main color of his Empire.

But she was positive that they were both as cunning, egotistical and cruel. As a lot of kings were.

There was something about the Lord though, in his stillness or maybe behind his fake smirk that was truly frightening. She thought the last thing she could wish was to find herself alone in a room with that man. Not to mention that everytime she stood near him, she felt like something was staring at her, looking at each of her moves - something as dark as invisible, that gaves her uncontrollable chills. She didn't like him. Her father referred to him as "Lord Valtyan", which must be his name. His son, who was standing next to him, was called Rhysand, if she had heard the name right. She knew that he was about the same age as her, maybe 18 or 19, though he was already a bit taller due to his race.

Illyrians. Her parents always described them as violent beasts, savage warriors born to fight. Thinking about it, they were saying almost the same things about some slaves. Slaves who had been forced to fight their whole life not to let their family starve. But the boy's bat wings and his dad's were nowhere to be seen. She had imagined some sort of hideous monsters, but the two individuals in front of her looked pretty much like any of the high members of her own court. Except maybe that they wore darker clothes and that their skin was tanner. Well, even if it wasn't very difficult to look tanner than her. She let herself stare at the prince a bit more.

He was very good looking in his traditional suit, his dark hair perfectly displayed under a thin, silver crown. The Night Court heir's crown. His chin was high and his back straight, and she could have sworn that she could even see a bit of arrogance in his eyes. Typical.

But when she looked closer a bit later, she realized how obvious it was that the boy was trying his best to satisfy his father, controlling each of his moves and words. Was he scared of him? She almost smiled sarcastically, saying something like "yeah, we're all there playing roles aren't we?", but instead kept her face neutral and her mouth shut. After all, that was what was expected from a good little princess. To look good, smile a bit and let the big men talk together. A pleasure.

She wondered if the prince's true self was really different from his father or if he was just another handsome asshole. Their eyes were not exactly alike.

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Rhysand turned himself into his father's son. The heir of the Night Court. The glorious Prince of Darkness.

He hated that. That character he was forced to play. But he had no choice. As he had no choice to make his beloved wings disappear : the pride of any Illyrian. To be honest, he was as scared of his father as he admired him. And the Lord won't forgive any error from him.

So he pushed back those thoughts deep into his heart and entered the reception room as his father called his name.

"I present to you our guests for this week, the Emperor Alexander of Vask and his daughter Eelin."

Rhysand greeted them as conventionally as he could and stood with a remarkable obedience next to his father.

He kept the same lame face as he remained shocked by how obvious it was that the man in front of him was a stranger from a very different country. He had nothing to do with his people or himself. This huge, blue cape he was wearing mixed with this golden, overdecorated armor and the big crown on his head was one of the most extravagant yet ridiculous things he'd ever seen. No one, not even his father would wear anything like that on their land. The Emperor looked very confident though, and Rhysand had to admit he really looked like a monarch.

His daughter next to him looked far more discreet. She was wearing a light blue, fluid dress with just a thin belt and some jewels. Some parts of her dark-blond hair were tied behind her head and she had pink lips that contrasted a lot with her extremely pale skin. She almost looked sick. Rhysand knew the people of Vask were generally naturally pale, but even the Emperor's face was more colored than hers, though he wasn't supposed to be exposed to the sun that much. Maybe she wasn't allowed to go out of her family's castle at all, which was possible since most of the princesses weren't allowed to do much on their own until they were married. He noticed later the coldness of her face, the authority in her way to simply stand here, and the way she looked at him. Mother, for a second he thought she was as intimidating as a grown High Lord. If his father had heard him saying such things, he would probably have been slaughtered. But he couldn't be reading his mind right now, right?

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Slasher OC: Decebal Avram Chirilă

Full Name: Decebal Avram Chirilă

Nickname(s): Dacia, Dece, The Impaler, Vladislav, Tiger, Lynx, Dracula, Casanova

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Nationality: Romanian

Place of Birth: Bucharest, Romania

Current Location: Travels from country to country

Occupation: Former Romanian Soldier; Now Hitman

Languages: Romanian, English, German, French, Italian, Hungarian, Russian, Turkish

Appearance:

Height: 6'8

Weight: 240lbs

Body Type: Middle Bulky and Atheltic

Skin Color: Warm Beige

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Short on the sides and longer on top, wavy

Eye Color: Pale Grey, almost white, giving the impression he is blind

Face Claim: Stephen James

Clothing: He opts for comfortable clothing mostly because of his job as a hitman and because he is always on the run. He mostly goes with black T-shirts or shirts, a khaki army coat with many pockets, along with camo army pants again with many pockets and black combat boots. He has a long black scarf with the colors of the Romanian flag trimmed along that belonged to his father.

Other features: He has many scars on his broad back and down his arms; his back's scars are covered by tattoos of an eagle and a grim reaper with two swords in an X shape. His has full sleeve tattoos down his arms, picturing all kind of nature scenarios from his country, mountains and wild animals and AK-47's on each forearm. His neck, chest and legs are also covered by tattoos along with his hands. This guy is all inked up. He also has a silver earing on his right ear. He also wears an eyepatch that is covering his scarred eye that he got from a fight with his brother Alexander, the scar mimiking the ones Alexander has, coming from his eyebrow down his eye and over his cheek.

Weapons: Twin Swords, Twin Guns, and throwing knives.

Power/Skills:

Murderous expertise

Brute strength

Skilled usage of weaponry

Skill in hand-to-hand combat

Knifesmanship

Swordsmanship

Multilingual

Cunning Nature

Charisma

Driving expertise

Ruthlessness

Fearlessness

Manipulation

Marksmanship

Master tactician and strategist

Stealth mastery

Symbols: Here is the link to Decebal's symbols

History/Bio:

Decebal was named after a Romanian king by his parents, father Apostol Chirilă, and his mother, Maria Stratulat of Moldovic heritage. They were a poor family that lived in Bucharest during the communist times, a hard period for them. Decebal's father, Apostol was one of the rebels that were against this form of a system of social organization in which all property is owned by the community and each person contributes and receives according to their ability and needs.

Because of this Apostol and Maria, along with their three years old son, Decebal, were dragged into the communistic jails where they were tortured in all kinds of ways from whipping to starvation to being chained into coldness.

Decebal tried to protect his parents even though he was a small child and the army warden that took care of the horrific jails was surprised by the child's braveness and he took him away from his parents, not before forcing him to watch how his parents were killed brutally.

During the rest of his childhood and teenage years, Decebal spent most of his life in the dark underground jail, training with the soldiers, doing hard work. Despite that, the warden thought Decebal about all kinds of languages, cultures, and history. 

'Just because you're a stray dog that doesn't mean you cannot learn to bark and bite.'

In his late teenage years as he grew into an adult man, he got more to the light outside, following the warden wherever he went and did was his so-called 'father' figure did; smoke, drink and got laid with all the ladies.

The warden's words during a drunken late-night:

'You know boy, you will do something big, much bigger than you can imagine. I saw how all these sluts looked at you... You make them fall into your arms like they are desperate whores.'

'Use everything you got; charms, brains, muscles. In this world, there are the ones that walk every inch of the ground as they own it and the ones that follow, all chained. Tell me, boy... Which one you are?'

One of the greatest abilities that Decebal earned during years in the darkness was that he got so used to it that now as an adult, he sees perfectly into the darkness, just like cats do. 

Some people called Decebal 'Lynx'; the moniker originates from the fact that Lynx has exceptional night vision, remarkable hearing, and incredible instincts. The spiritual lesson Lynx carries to you is a reminder to partake of quiet observance, remembering there’s more to the world than what’s accessible through the physical eyes and ears alone.

After communism fell down in Romania, Decebal still maintained the attitude he grew up around; being sadistic, cold, and cruel. People weren't too fond of his attitude; his habits including fighting and torturing people that opposed him, getting laid with other men's wives, strolling down the streets like he owned everything.

He disappeared from Romania when there was a reward on his head to be finally executed. The Romanian army was hot on his trail, turning against him, but he simply vanished.

He strolls from country to country, not having a definitive home and working as a rogue hitman to earn money and to survive.

After a brutal fight between him and his twin little brother, Alexander; the two brothers which resulted in both of them almost dead, they get on an agreement of peace between them, with the help of their third part, their little sister Nadia.

Family: His little brother Alexander Chirilă and his little sister Nadia Nikolina Chirilă

His favorite killing style:

He prefers a kill that will put on a good show, he will shot his victims in both their knees, then he will dismember them with his sharp twin swords.

Personality:

Decebal has two paths of personality; the civilian one and the hitman one, that sometimes cross path depending on the situation at hand. In hi day to day life, he is a charming, handsome man, confident and sure of himself, but also having a modesty edge, just to draw people in closer, because he loves the attention, having a God-like complex.

Despite his childhood, he is a very educated man that speaks many languages, sometimes taking people by surprise, he can even put on fake accents. He also has vast knowledge about other countries history, mostly because that's what his 'father-figure' talked a lot about.

He is a flirt, he simply adores to make women swon by his charming looks and mysterious persona wherever he goes, people always wondering from where he comes. He knows how to sweet-talk people, being extremly manipulative. His looks; big and strong, in his eyes a flaming white glow.

You will rarely see Decebal without his charming smile or dark smirk that makes the ladies sigh and faint. He always puts on a winning attitude, knowing for creating many divorces along his travelings. 

Here goes his saying: 'If the female raised her tail, who I am to deny.'

He has a romantic side, after all he does speaks the romance languages, but it's highly influenced his his Casanova attitude.

He is blunt; this man will tell if you're damn gorgeous or if you're down-right ugly or stupid. He has no problem putting his opinions straight on the table.

His favorite drink: Țuică- is a traditional Romanian spirit that contains ~ 24–65% alcohol by volume (usually 40–55%), prepared only from plums.

His favorite food: Sarma is a dish of vine, cabbage, monk's rhubarb, kale or chard leaves rolled around a filling of grains, like bulgur or rice, minced meat, or both. It is found in the cuisines of the former Ottoman Empire from the Middle East to Southeastern Europe.

His scent: Decebal's scent could be described as a 'game of seduction' with an "exciting rush" of citrus and cool spice top notes. Pungent bergamot "bites" with freshness, revived by cardamom and lavender. Caviar gives a provocative and erotic touch “like a trickle of sweat on a man’s chiseled body.” Masculine and rough notes of tobacco and orris root facilitate the heat of the composition. He has that scent that could be described as smoky confidence irresistible to women.

Other Characteristics:

He is a very good dancer, especially traditional ones and he also knows singing. Attending important parties with his 'father-figure' he learned from the women how to dance and sing. The women basically made him such a charismatic man.

He is a heavy drinker and holds his alcohol like it's water; his moldovic genes showing off. 

He is more of a night person that a day one, mostly because of his very good nocturnal sight.

He is pretty much an Outlaw.

His accent sounds like italian, latin, but with a little bit of russian or another slavic accent. (That's how a Austrian woman described his accent one night)

He is a master at Poker. Another way he earns a lot of money is through poker and plus, he is a master cheater. FUN FACT HERE: He won a man's wife through poker for one night.

He is a sword swallower, bonus he has no gag reflex.

He also loves to smoke from his pipe.

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There lived a certain man in Romania long ago

He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow

Most people look at him with terror and with fear

But to Bucharest chicks he was such a lovely dear

He could preach the Bible like a preacher

Full of ecstasy and fire

But he also was the kind of teacher

Women would desire

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the ROMANIAN queen

There was a cat that really was gone

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Romanian land and never mind the Tsar

But the kazachok he danced really wunderbar

In all affairs of state he was the man to please

But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze

For the queen he was no wheeler dealer

Though she'd heard the things he'd done

She believed he was a holy healer

Who would heal her son

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

There was a cat that really was gone

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

It was a shame how he carried on

(This is an interpretation of the song ‘Rasputin’ by Boney M, mostly because the song inspired me into creating him)

For power became known to more and more people

The demands to do something about this outrageous

Man became louder and louder

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies

But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"

No doubt this Decebal had lots of hidden charms

Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms

Then one night some men of higher standing

Set a trap, they're not to blame

"Come to visit us" they kept demanding

And he really came

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

They put some poison into his țuică

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

He drank it all and said "I feel fine"

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

They didn't quit, they wanted his head

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

[Spoken:] Oh, those Romanians...

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But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger

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Ok I’m seriously convinced you’re secretly one of the members...(Joonie is that u???) loool but for real, you write their personalities so well. So not a request, but a question?? Their “concepts” aside (like, “golden maknae etc”)... key personality traits & flaws for each of the boys? Like “passionate, sensitive, a perfectionist, or overly self-critical, etc” Which member(s) is hardest to write?Hope this made sense, I’m just super interested in your take on this :)

--First off, you’re so nice!!! Thank you so much:) And also, thank you for this question! I love things like this---even though it’s obviously all just my personal speculation 😅I listed my thoughts down below, but I would love to hear any thoughts (whether in agreement or disagreement!) anyone else might have!  As for which member is hardest to write, for me I typically struggle a little more with Taehyung and Hoseok. For Taehyung, I think it’s probably because our personalities are pretty opposite (again, HUGE grain of salt, since I don’t *actually* know any of them in real life, so I’m just going off the little info we have), so it takes me a little longer to write his stuff. For Hoseok, I think it’s because there is so much more to him than meets the eye and his personality is difficult for me to pin down sometimes. 

Again, thanks so much for your sweet words and thought-provoking requestion (it’s a word now)! I hope you find my take interesting! 💕💜

Seokjin: 

Conscientious - I think Kim Seokjin is very, VERY aware of his role in any given setting. He knows what’s expected of him and how to do it without bending any of his personal boundaries/rules.

Private - I firmly believe that we will never know the true personality of our Mr. Worldwide Handsome. I think he decided early on that to survive in this life, he was going to have to separate his stage persona from his personal life---and he guards this separation fiercely. This is also one of the qualities I admire the most about him: his unwavering commitment to keeping pieces of himself just for him. My personal opinion is that he is the member that gave up the most of a “normal” life and, while he did so knowing the consequences of this choice, he’s found ways to “rebel” and keep his own autonomy (think: responding to fans in a very “blunt” manner [Marry me? No.], cutting/coloring his hair against company wishes, refusing to give-in to fan-service he is uncomfortable with  [thinking specifically of that one time the host tried to get him to kiss Taehyung and he just started yelling over them when they tried to insist], his penchant for avoiding overly ~revealing~ outfits, etc etc).

Professional - I mean, just a continuation of both of the points above. He always knows when the cameras are watching and how he should act accordingly. But---and this is important---I am in NO WAY saying he’s being fake or disingenuous. The Jin we see on stage, in MVs, RunBTS, and even Bon Voyage/In The Soop is the real Jin---it’s just not all of him. He chose the Idol Life as his career, as a profession, so he would never be caught violating the terms that he himself has set to fulfill his responsibilities. What little we know of his family leads me to believe that he was groomed from a young age how to navigate high society and the professional world; now it’s just a slightly different world and society he floats through. 

Responsible - He takes the job of eldest brother very seriously. Though the baby in much of his younger life, as soon as he got 6 little brothers he stepped effortlessly into his new role. Making them food, driving them to school, helping them feel at home in a new place, providing silent but tangible support... My personal favorite is the way he willingly makes a fool of himself to relax the others, to help them calm down during stressful situations and break the ice. 

Good memory - I want to be careful how I explain this, because I don’t want it to come out wrong. I think Kim Seokjin has a very good memory. If you were decent to him and his brothers during the hard times, he’ll remember that going forward. If you were cruel to or dismissive of him as a young exchange student abroad, he’ll never forget. However, I also think he’s cunning enough that you would never be able to tell which category you fall under unless he wants you to know. 

Hard-worker - I mean, just the endless amounts of anecdotes we have about him practicing his vocals and choreography all night long should be enough evidence for this point, but I still sometimes feel like he doesn’t get enough credit. We all know the story of how he got placed in BTS, but I don’t think people appreciate how damn hard he has worked to grow into this life. He was a college student, set on a completely different life with completely different expectations, scooped off the street and told to learn to sing and dance and look. at. him. now. Listen to that vocal range, look at the Black Swan choreography or the way he seamlessly joined the dance break of ON---he has worked HARD and I don’t think we should forget about this. Just because something doesn’t come easy to you, if you’re not naturally gifted, it doesn’t mean you can’t work to achieve it. 

Basically I just love Kim Seokjin with my whole heart.

Yoongi:

Empathetic -  This word is the beginning and end of how I would describe his entire being. I think Min Yoongi is a very empathetic person. He sits back and observes, and he’s aware of everything. You know when you first get into BTS, there’s always the stories of him being the “scariest” member or the “toughest” or the quietest (especially in the earlier days of BTS, because can we just talk about how much happier he has been this last year-year.5?? How much more himself he is at all times? How much more comfortable??? We love to see it.) But I think his quiet watchfulness just gets frequently mistaken for scary or tough. In addition, his empathy allows him to connect with others in a special way, to acknowledge them and build them up (thinking of that one V-Live or whatever where Jungkook says something kind of under his breath---something about a past life?---and Yoongi not only hears him but turns to him and explicitly validates his feelings and thoughts, OR the times when he tells Jimin that he really likes his singing voice).  

Protective - He doesn’t like unkindness in any way, shape, or form. He doesn’t tolerate cruelty or bullying. And let’s not forget: he sees everything. Every slight, every intentional dismissal, every dig or jab, every “diss track” lyrics. Every single injustice. Now, he can stand up for himself (when he deems it appropriate, because I also think he’s pretty good at picking battles), but his true force comes out when those he loves are belittled/threatened/disrespected. He is fiercely protective of those he loves. 

Emotionally Intelligent - Obviously, I think he’s also just intelligent-intelligent, but I want to focus on this aspect for a moment, because I think this is a quality that gets overlooked in people in general. He is aware of the importance of emotions, both his own and other people’s. It’s in the way he recognized that he and Taehyung were polar opposites and made a concentrated effort to understand him better. It’s in the way he unabashedly announces that they hold hands when they’re arguing. It’s in the way that he insists that there is more to life than school, grades, others’ expectations. It’s also in the way he knows exactly how to make the others laugh, the way one of his sharp-witted comments or physical-comedy bits can break a tension or diffuse the moment. It’s all over every single one of his songs. It’s in the way he calmly handles challenges and has a unique relationship with each of his brothers according to their needs. He treats his relationships---with the members, the fans, staff, friends, family, whoever---with care and respect and maturity. 

Compassionate (read also: Cinnamon Roll) - Yoongi understands darkness because he has experienced it himself, and he will do whatever he can to make sure no on else suffers in the same way. He takes care of the people in his life, usually by doing little things or quiet things (think: the reason they call him the “dad” of BTS). He’s not afraid to correct people when they’re wrong, but he always manages to do it kindly. He’s also a complete pushover for the ones he loves: think of how he each member of the maknae line has a different but special relationship with him, think of how Jungkook can basically crawl all over him and hit him and annoy him and bother him and he never bats an eye, think of the way he showed up with chicken because he didn’t want Hoseok to be alone, think of the way he goes fishing with Jin because he knows his big bro loves it so much, think of the way he never ever yells at anyone when he’s angry, think of the way he softens his tone when explaining things. Cinnamon. Roll. 

Straight-forward - He’s blessed with the ability to be blunt but not cruel. I actually personally really hate the word “blunt” because, in my experience, it usually comes into play when someone is explaining that their rude, offensive, and ignorant comment *isn’t* rude, offensive, or ignorant---they’re “just a blunt person.” But I think Yoongi is someone who is actually able to be straight-forward (a much better term than the dreaded b-word) without slipping into carelessness. He says things how they are, but, using his emotional awareness and intelligence, he’s able to say it calmly and kindly. If you’ve messed up, he’s going to tell you you messed up---but he’s also going to help you figure out the next steps and volunteer to walk with you while you take them. He’s going to call out bad behavior---but always remind you that he loves you no matter what. He’s going to critique the song you wrote---but it’s going to be 90% positive comments and 10% suggestions of what could be better/smoother/more understandable. I also feel like he is someone who expects the same in return: he hates liars and has a low tolerance for bullshit. 

Basically I just love Min Yoongi with my whole heart.

Hoseok: 

Duality - Now, I don’t mean duality in the way you can compare his precious ray-of-sunshine moments to the times he absolutely blows everyone away on stage (though this is obviously a thing). I’m referring more to the way he can be both ray of sunshine and serious-business all at the same time. Like Jin, I think Hoseok chose an Idol persona (though I think his decision was prompted more by a desire to be uplifting and cheerful and our hope) and exists comfortably within those parameters. However, unlike Jin, I think Hoseok doesn’t mind if people see the other side sometimes, too. He’s not afraid to set down the bubbly-Hobi persona, even if cameras are rolling. He’s not afraid to be emotional,  whether that’s over-the-top happiness, or genuine overwhelmed tears. He can wear a flower around his face and make cute noises and then the next second he can snap at the maknae to not fool around near a pool so he doesn’t get his clothes all wet. It’s not an act either way, he’s just both. 

Good judgment - Obviously, we know that Jung Hoseok is a hard-worker. We know he’s dedicated his life to his craft, first with dancing and then with rapping. He can be an intimidating dance captain, someone who takes it seriously and pushes everyone to be the very best they can be. His work ethic is insane, and he never accepts less than his best---but, in comparison to others on this list, I think he is able to critique himself fairly and kindly. While he demands perfection, he doesn’t tear himself apart to find it. I think he has the ability to assess something or someone and come away with a fairly unbiased opinion. 

Comfortable - This is hard to describe in just a word, but I think he has a way of making people feel at ease in his presence. Even as one of the biggest superstars on the planet right now, you get the sense that he never wants to make people feel uncomfortable or intimidated or uneasy. Something about his mannerisms, his bright smile, his personableness, make him seem approachable. I think it’s also why Namjoon’s been known to say that BTS couldn’t exist without Hoseok, why Yoongi values his friendship so much, why Jungkook is constantly snuggling him. My personal opinion is that he was instrumental in bridging the gap that sometimes might have occurred between Namjoon and Yoongi in the early days; his comfortable presence eased some of the tension that (I’m guessing) may have naturally arisen between two of the greatest young rappers in the game when they were first working together. Hoseok just wants everyone to feel comfortable and at ease around him.

Kind - I think Jung Hoseok is just a genuinely kind human being. I think he is trusting and loyal, but also just the sort of person who will make it his mission to make you smile on a bad day. Just the fact that he chose to make his stage persona someone who is full of hope and happiness speaks volumes. Knowing his own personal struggles, he extrapolates this knowledge to guess how others could feel, and throws himself into the role of positive, happy, sunshiney, hope. It’s his kindness that motivates this behavior. 

High standards - This goes along with his good judgment, but I think Hoseok expects a certain level of competence from everyone around him, in whatever capacity they’re working. Again, this goes along with his desire to have the entire group work on a bit of choreo until it’s right. I think that, because he pushes himself to be the best and fulfill expectations, he looks for this same dedication in others (what comes to mind is that moment in some interview where Namjoon is struggling a little [cos English is the WORST, ugh] so Hoseok looks over at the interpreter like “what exactly are you doing, do your job, help him translate”). 

Basically I just love Jung Hoseok with my whole heart. 

Namjoon: 

Unbelievably intelligent - I know this one isn’t exactly shocking, but I still feel like it needs to be mentioned first and appreciated more. Namjoon is crazy intelligent, academically speaking. He thrives on the pursuit of knowledge, on contemplating and discussing higher concepts, on learning new things that feed his curiosity and his soul. While I also think this crazy-high intellect can sometimes hinder his ability to connect emotionally with people, it’s also this exact quality that makes him so well suited for the role he has been thrust into---not just in the group, but in the world. 

Nerdy - Bicycling, bonsai trees, reading, tiny creatures, art exhibits. He is unabashedly and desperately passionate about the things he likes. He isn’t afraid to love something just because he loves it. He goes all-in on things that he’s interested in, whether they’re “cool” or not. His curiosity pushes him forward, needling him to learn everything he can about things he’s passionate about. He sinks himself into these hobbies wholly (think: carrying a book or two with him everywhere so he can get some reading in, visiting as many art museums and exhibits as possible on days off, making cutesy noises at stingrays and scooping teeny-tiny crabs out of the sand to tell them how beautiful they are).

Macro-focused - He strikes me very much as the sort of person who loves to talk about concepts and ideas and philosophies in great terms. He loves clever wordplay, he likes to reflect on his place in the universe, he wants to discuss the complexities of life and human nature. His quick-mind devours these topics, and I can imagine he could sit for hours with you debating philosophy and discussing art. On the flip side, though, I think he isn’t so good with minutiae---and by “minutiae” I mean everything from being more aware of his physical surroundings to dealing with personal things. For example, I think he’s brilliant when he discusses happiness and hardship and joy and pain and love and humanity in the songs he writes...... but he’s not exactly the first person you would go to if you were having a tough or emotional personal time. Don’t get me wrong: obviously he cares about the people in his life, he cares about people in general---but sometimes all you need is a hug and pat on the back to encourage you and Namjoon would instead launch into the greater implications and consequences of human nature in an attempt to help you feel better.

Logical - I know this seems like a given, but while I think others on this list are more emotionally-intelligent, I think logic is one of Namjoon’s greatest strengths. For example: if another member is crying or upset, Jimin would notice they’re upset and immediately go and hug them and wipe their tears away; Namjoon would notice they’re upset and immediately look for the source of the problem. Once identified, he’d take the next steps to rectifying the problem, because logic dictates that if the problem gets solved, then the other member would be happier. If there was nothing to rectify, he’d attempt to comfort them with cold, hard facts. (I’m thinking about that time when Jungkook got upset because he felt like he messed up his performances, and Jimin immediately hugs him and comforts him and tells him he was great, while Namjoon assesses the situation and starts talking about how he himself actually, objectively messed up, so there’s no logical reason for Jungkook to be upset right now.) He dreams and enjoys literature and the arts---but when it comes to handling practical, inter-personal issues, he’s much more comfortable with logic. 

Vibes - I really didn’t have a good word to describe this thought of mine, so let me just get right into explaining: I think Namjoon is, generally speaking, one of the smartest people---if not the smartest person---in the room. He’s aware of this fact without being arrogant about it, but it is the truth. Because of this, I think he’s frequently called on to explain things, to expound on them, to teach or interpret or decipher. I think he enjoys this role, because he loves talking about things he’s passionate about (see above: nerdy) but sometimes...sometimes I think he just desperately wants someone he can vibe with. Someone who can match his level intellectually. Someone whom he doesn’t have to teach. I think he is over-the-moon ecstatic when he meets someone he can vibe with in any way---whether that’s intelligence-related or passion/hobby-related. I don’t know, I just sometimes feel like he chooses to spend his personal time with people who can match him in some way, whom he can vibe with.

Basically I just love Kim Namjoon with my whole heart.

Jimin:

Caring - For me, Park Jimin starts and ends with this characteristic. He cares. A lot. About a lot of things. He cares about his brothers, he cares about his family, he cares about his friends, he cares about ARMY, he cares about music, he cares about his dancing, he cares about fashion, he cares about how he’s perceived, he cares about doing his very best, he cares about the future generations, he cares about those who are less fortunate than him, he just cares so much. Along with Yoongi, I think he is incredibly empathetic. How many times do we see him basically sprint across a room or a sandy beach or a campsite or a stage to get to an upset member? He reads people’s emotions and has a natural instinct to take care of them. Like anything, though, I think his biggest strength can also be a great weakness: sometimes he cares too much. How many times has he worked until his body is covered with pain patches, until his feet bled, until he almost passed out? All the weight he lost, because he cared about his appearance? How hard he worked at being “hardcore, manly” Jimin, because that’s what he thought people cared about most? All the times he cried after a tiny mistake, because he cared about being perfect, because he cared about others’ perception of him? Park Jimin cares so/too much and it’s one of the most defining things about his personality. 

Social Intelligence/눈치 - One thing I love the most is how he has such a unique relationship with each one of his brothers. Now, obviously, every single combo in Bangtan is different and unique and special. But I love watching Jimin’s relationships with the others so much, because he’s so aware of what they need. Truthfully, I think Jimin is hyper aware of others in general. If you’re trying to sneaky-cry at a crowded party, Jimin is the type of person who would somehow appear at your side, ready to help you feel better. His empathy and sensitivity allow him to assess what each individual needs the most from him and act accordingly. He knows Taehyung should never be left alone when upset, knows that if Jungkook is actually crying then something is very wrong, knows that Leader RM sometimes needs to just be his one-year-older hyung Namjoon, knows exactly how far he can push Yoongi’s buttons, knows to laugh at Jin’s dad-jokes (especially when they’re for the benefit of the group), and knows that Hoseok needs to be reminded how much cohesiveness he provides the group in general. 

Self-Critical - All right, I feel like this one might be a little controversial, so hear me out. Like I mentioned earlier, he cares a lot, and part of that translates into caring about himself---caring about his achievements, his performance, his appearance. It’s partly the classical dancer in him and partly just his personality. He wants to do and be his best always. But.... I do think that he has learned to be much kinder to himself over the years. Gone are the days of starving himself to get rid of his cheeks, the tearful breakdowns after a single missed step in a performance, the acting outside of his true personality because he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to be. I think we now very much see a Jimin who has come into his own, who has accepted himself for who he is (including his flaws), who has embraced every part of him. This doesn’t mean that I think he never has to fight the nagging voice in his head, or struggle with insecurities, or swallow down the urge to berate himself after a less-than-perfect performance---he still expects the best out of himself, still wants to be the best. I just think he’s found a way to critique himself without absolutely tearing himself apart. 

Cunning - Yet another word that looks and sounds derogatory, but isn’t really in this context. Like a lot of other empathetic, sensitive, socially-intelligent people, knowing exactly what people need and are feeling also allows him to know weaknesses. Weaknesses he would never exploit---unless he wanted to. I actually don’t think we see much of him using others’ weaknesses against them, but in my opinion, this quality is linked to two of his other quirks: 1) his talent and complete lack of guilt for cheating at games and 2) his penchant for pettiness. I don’t really know how to explain my thought-process here---not well, anyway. But I feel like Jimin is so tuned into the important things (so concerned about the important things) that little things, like cheating at a game, don’t matter to him much. And, if he can use his usually sweet and helpful and hard-working, honest self to get away with it, even better. On the flip side, I don’t think he enjoys or endures confrontation as much or as well as, say, Yoongi might---so he expresses himself in a quieter, underhanded way. (The moment that’s coming to mind is that one time they were at an American event and he commented, in Korean, about how unorganized things seem to be.) Jimin is the sweetest, most sensitive, empathetic little cinnamon roll---until it’s time to win a game, or until he’s feeling a little prickly and petty. 

Basically I just love Park Jimin with my whole heart.

Taehyung: 

Individualistic - Kim Taehyung knows who he is. He knows what he likes, what he wants, what he thinks. He is going to wear whatever he wants, paint whatever he wants, say whatever he wants, and do whatever he wants. He’s a person who seems to have figured out a long time ago what makes him happy and how to be his true self around others no matter what---and this something I greatly envy. If he wants to learn the violin, he’s gonna buy a violin and play some scratchy Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on a hotel balcony---because that’s what he wants to do. If he wants to write a song, it’s going to be in his style, the way he likes it. If he wants a really cool, avant-garde piece of artsy clothing, he’s going to spray-paint it himself. If he has an opinion on something, it’s highly likely that he’s spent quite a bit of time forming this opinion---but once that’s his opinion, that’s his opinion. That’s what he thinks, there’s no need to listen to others or change. I think this quality, this ability to be himself so  freely and earnestly, is both one of the reasons he’s able to make friends so easily and be beloved so quickly (see: “Bangtan’s True Baby” and “Wooga Squad darling”); and one of the reasons others (including the other members, by their own admission) can’t understand him well at first. I think it has brought many good things to his life, but has also played a significant part in some of the struggles that he has had. He’s precious, but also very easily misunderstood.

Not Very Outward-Sensing - Notice I very purposefully don’t go anywhere near the words “self-absorbed” or “self-centered”---because he’s not. On the contrary, I think Taehyung feels very deeply for the people in his life (see below: Emotional), but his ability to care for them is sometimes inhibited by his lack of outward-sensing. If Jimin is the king of 눈치/social awareness, then Taehyung is the absolute opposite (which is why it is unendingly intriguing to me that two of his closest relationships in BTS---he and Jimin, he and Yoongi---are comprised of one person who lacks this awareness [Tae] and one person who has all the awareness [Jimin, Yoongi]). He would never hurt someone’s feelings on purpose, but quite often he’s just not paying a whole lot of attention to what other people might be feeling or experiencing. He’s not concerned about walking on eggshells, because he feels that as long as his intentions are good, nobody can be too hurt or too uncomfortable with him or his behavior (A great example of this is the infamous Spring Day Dance Debate from “Burn the Stage.” In Taehyung’s mind, he saw something that should be changed and needed to be addressed, so he called it out. It never in a million years would occur to him that the way he phrased it or the way he kept harping on it could be a source of irritation or discomfort to Jin. To him, it was a very black-and-white, clear-cut situation: something was wrong, he had an idea of how it should be fixed, therefore nothing bad could/should come of him speaking his mind in the pursuit of this perfect solution he created). He seems like the sort of person who, after accidentally hurting your feelings, would sympathize with your hurt and want to make it better, but focus more on the fact that he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, so it’s not really his fault. 

Emotional - I think he is very in-touch with his emotions, which can be both a good thing and a bad thing. For example, if he’s upset, he wants everyone to know and acknowledge that he’s upset. He doesn’t like feeling ignored or passed over, and where others might let it slide, he’s not afraid to speak up about it (I’m thinking about the time there was a question directed specifically to Yoongi about being from Daegu and Taehyung immediately pointed out that he was also from Daegu, and kind of pouted a little until it was acknowledged). Also, although it’s never been said explicitly, I think he is one of the members who potentially struggles with depression. He can take things very personally and to heart. But this is likely because he has such a big heart. He loves unabashedly and he’s very vocal about who he loves---think of all the times he’s said and posted comments along the lines of “Please love all seven” and “Please love each of us equally.” He also can be very protective (thinking of that one Weverse post where he lowkey chewed somebody out for posting an unflattering photo of one of the others) and blunt when defending those he loves. I mean, he created a whole new word just to express how much he loves ARMY! When he’s sad, he cries. When he’s happy, he giggles. When he’s angry, he expresses it. When he’s disappointed, he doesn’t hide it. To me, he is a near-perfect example of someone who wears their heart on their sleeves. 

Contradictory - One of his most endearing qualities. He is not very outward-focused---but he bought a pair of gloves because he remembered that Jimin offhandedly mentioned that he needed some. He doesn’t read other people easily---but he (so far) is also pretty darn good at completing accurate Vibe-Checks for those who come in contact with BTS. He doesn’t always see as much as the others might---but he also notices certain things they might miss. The beauty of his being is that he can be both things at the same time and not seem out of place.

Basically I just love Kim Taehyung with my whole heart.

Jungkook: 

Confident Yet Perfectionistic - Now listen: when I say confident, I don’t mean that he never struggles with insecurities. I mean confident in the way that his whole life (at least his whole Idol life) he had 6 older brothers who encouraged him to try and do anything he wanted---and then supported him no matter the outcome. Being raised in an environment like that, where you’re encouraged to try things, where you have people who love you constantly praising your efforts and providing a safe space for you to fail, you gain a certain amount of confidence in your abilities, in yourself. I think this is actually a big part of the Golden Maknae moniker: yes, I think he is the type of person to whom things may come quite easily and who is naturally skilled in several areas---but it’s also a little easier to conquer new things when you have years of encouraged-successes under your belt. He has gained a confidence in himself over years of trying and working his tail off and eventually succeeding; he knows he can do anything if he works at it enough because he’s always been able to do everything he works at. Where the perfectionistic aspect kicks in especially is this: there are a lot of people who have a natural affinity for lots of things. There are lots of people who can pick up something new and be decent right away (I honestly think Taehyung is another person like this, someone who can pick new things up pretty easily)---the difference is that Jeon Jungkook is the type of person who takes that natural affinity and runs with it. He’s not satisfied with just being good at something; if it’s something he really wants to do, he throws his whole heart and soul and self into it. In my opinion, this sets him apart from people who could be considered “Jack of All Trades, Master of None.” He trusts his process and uses it to be the very best he can be in whatever he does.

Introverted -  Obviously he���s not the only introverted member of Bangtan, but I do think that his specific life experiences require a little more discussion on this topic than the others. By his own admission, his childhood ended really early. He didn’t focus much on school because he was focused on his career; he never got to have the typical high school experiences most of the others had. At an incredibly young age he was thrust into a totally different life that required being in the spotlight---and while this definitely brought unique challenges, he loves his life as a musician and performer. I think out of all BTS, Jungkook especially lives for performing. He lights up on stage and is at his absolute happiest when performing (and performing well). And yet none of this changes the fact that he is absolutely an introvert, someone who needs to recharge with just a little alone time. Alone time. Not easy to achieve when you live in the same tiny dorm with 6 other boys. Not easy to achieve when you are constantly surrounded by brothers, staff, instructors, producers, cameras, and fans.  

Maknae - I can’t explain this well, I know I can’t, but it just is such a huge part of him that I feel like I need to try. In so many ways, Jungkook is a typical baby of the family. It’s evident in the way that he unabashedly idolizes his Rap-Mon-hyung. In the way he constantly cuddles and sniffs and snuggles Hoseok. In the way he’s not afraid to pester Yoongi or tease Seokjin. He also seems like someone who is much more of a fixer than a listener; meaning, if you go to him with a problem, he’s going to be focused on how he can fix the situation, not on just listening and sympathizing/empathizing with you, a trait that I feel comes easily to babies of families (not that *all* youngest children have this, mind you) because they’re typically not the ones confided in, so if something is brought to them they want to help make it right (massive generalization, I know, don’t kill me). As discussed above, he’s also confident in himself because he’s been raised with older siblings who have always told him “yes, you can.” He’s just Baby in all the ways that stick with a person even as they grow older. 

Trusting - Jungkook strikes me as the sort of person who trusts fairly easily---and, more importantly, unshakably. He has no problem admitting to millions of ARMY that he ripped his pants on stage or V-Living while drunk (I don’t care what he says, babyboy was at least a little buzzed) because he trusts us. He could easily follow Namjoon (or any of his brothers) to the ends of the earth. He takes every opportunity to speak earnestly and wholeheartedly about how much he genuinely loves ARMY, because he trusts that that love will be returned. 

Basically I just love Jeon Jungkook with my whole heart. 

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╰ ( lulu antariksa. cisfemale. she/her. ) welcome back to hogwarts RITA SKEETER! you’re a SIXTH year from SLYTHERIN, right ? i’ve got your school file right here. it says you’re a TWENTY TWO year old PUREBLOOD, is that correct ? this file even has a personality entry, saying you’re CUNNING & DILIGENT as well as MANIPULATIVE & OVERBEARING. is that why you’ve chosen to REMAIN NEUTRAL ? would you look at that ! it says here other students also describe you as : the incessant scratching of a quill against fresh parchment, feigned titillated laughter, the slope of a smirk that balances the haughty pose, and gaudy crocodile print pant suits. how interesting. oh well, see you in class !

BASICS: 

NAME: Rita Skeeter

GOES BY: Rita, Ri-ri, R

PRONOUNS: She / Her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ZODIAC SIGN: Leo 

AGE: 22

YEAR: Sixth

HOUSE: Slytherin 

BIOGRAPHY: TW BULLYING 

In the beginning, it was just Rita and her mother. They lived a simple life -- mainly because Lady Skeeter was a simple woman. At night, she would tell tales of how she fell in love with one of the most handsome wizards in all of the land. He came from a prominent family and to protect them, he had to keep them both away. Rita would hold the story close to her heart and hope that one day, they would be complete. 

She told the story to anyone that would listen. Rita was a child and she was proud of her mother finding love. The stories and the name of her father circulated amongst the public and in turn, there were whispers about the Skeeter family. No one believed her mother, of course. And so they were known as that family. Already thrown aside by a nobody and now the mother thinks she’s bagged some high-ranking fellow.

It was easy to ignore, but when the words became harsher and crueler, it was getting harder and harder to let it slide. For someone like Lady Skeeter, it took a toll on her and each day Rita could only watch as her mother withdrew. This, of course, angered the young woman and she sought to give a little payback.

Revenge was in the form of gossip -- the very weapon they’ve used against them. Rita jumped from social circle to social circle; really put herself out there to gather information and when it was deemed useful, that same information was passed on to someone else. In the end, friends turned on friends, lovers parted ways, and it was all thanks to Rita. In her mind, they couldn’t talk about her family when they had issues of their own.

Rita realized the power she held, able to twist words to her own accord and from then, she decided that if the world was cruel enough to a woman that didn’t deserve it, she could be so as well.

PERSONALITY:

Rita is extremely manipulative. She will do what it takes to get what she needs and if she needs to lie through her teeth, she’ll just call it creative control. 

She is also very sociable. To get the dirt on people, she needs the connections and so she’s the type to make friends with just about anyone. 

She’s very selfish, as well. She puts herself first -- her mother, above all, of course -- but when it comes to her fellow school-mates, she’d rather prioritize herself. 

HEADCANONS:

When she left for Hogwarts, she was afraid of her mother being alone, so she blackmailed her aunt into taking care of her. 

She learned about animagus by accident. An old fling of hers mentioned it once and through a story he told to make himself look more interesting. From then, she’s been researching on the topic. She hasn’t perfected the potion, yet.

[yukizakii]

ghosts ch. 1

They were both broken people. Broken people didn’t fix each other, as the pieces would never quite perfectly together. But they understood each other. They were able to see the beauty within one other of being incomplete. --

fall, 1870. The Boshin War is over. Yukimura Chizuru returns to her childhood home in Tokyo to learn how to live again. Nagakura Shinpachi has escaped with his life under a new name.

The world is cruel, but it works in mysterious ways to bring their paths together again.

(aka a hakuoki fanfic | shinpachi x chizuru centric; post hijikata bad end) 

xposted on AO3

— one.

“Ow!”

The clay of the teacup burned hot, much hotter than Chizuru had expected, and her fingers instinctively drew away from the heat. The cup slipped from her grasp and smashed into scattered shards onto the ground, the oolong tea that had once been contained forming little rivers in-between the cracks of the stone pavement. A few droplets beaded onto her kimono, but she quickly brushed them away with the back of her hand; she had washed all of her silks just yesterday, and she hardly wanted to have this one stain.

She sighed. It was probably her twentieth sigh of the day so far, and the sun had just barely moved into the sky. Every time she let out another heavy breath, she could almost hear Okita’s voice teasing her—What are you sighing for, Chizuru-chan? Don’t you know that I might have to kill you for looking so unhappy?

But he wasn’t here, and neither were any of her old friends.

Chizuru was alone, and lost.

Stop, Chizuru. Don’t think like that. Negativity was no stranger to her now. She could barely even go through the motions of her daily tea routine without thoughts and voices from the past lingering in the back of her mind.

Each morning she woke up to felt like night, a darkness shrouding over mind like the shadows of the weeping willows in Kyoto. Heavy as it was, she still forced herself to get up from her futon and face each day. She had to live, because as much as she sometimes wished that it was all but a dream, it was reality. She had to live, for those who didn’t.

You have to live, like they wanted you to.

She reached for the broken pieces of the clay cup, but a jagged piece slipped through her palm and slashed through the skin. Chizuru let out an instinctive gasp in pain and dropped the broken pottery again, watching as the blood welled from her hand and dripped over her arm. The bright red droplets struck her with a sense of deja vu, and suddenly she was transported back years before. There she was in front of the well at the Shinsengumi compound washing dishes when she had cut her finger in a similar way, and Heisuke, Heisuke-kun, had been confronted with his Rasetsu bloodlust for the first time.

But it didn’t just stop there. The sight and smell of her blood continued to reveal a torrent of memories that washed over her with a vivid brightness—memories that she had been trying to repress every day. That alley in Kyoto during a snowfall, the smell of blood and the high-pitched laughter of a monster in the air. The brilliant scarlet that seemed to flood the streets of Kyoto after Kinmon no Hen, mixed with the smell of smoke and ash from the fires.

That flowering cherry blossom tree in Hakodate, the spiderweb of blood across her hand transforming into a river that flowed into the ground from a man’s body.

“Look, Hijikata-san. It’s the Flag of Sincerity that everyone worked so hard to raise.”

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She had no idea how long she stayed under that beautiful, cursed cherry blossom tree. Seconds, minutes, hours—time meant nothing to her anymore. The only thing that she knew of was that at that moment, he was gone. As the war raged on, Chizuru had felt herself becoming alarmingly numb to loss. She had become almost accustomed to seeing the dead lay on the ground through each city they trekked through, and the snippets of conversations she overheard no shook her like they used to. A hundred of our men, lost at Bonari Pass seemed like normal war talk now. But being surrounded by death and devastation didn’t make it any easier though. Losing her father, her friends, and her family had pierced through her heart, and she couldn’t think of a night that she hadn’t cried herself to sleep for the past few months.

Losing Heisuke and Sannan had broken her for days—she still felt partially responsible for the creation of the Ochimizu, and it pained her to know that she would never laugh with Heisuke again, or see Sannan’s cunning smile. Okita and Kondou had felt like some kind of sick joke from God, the two of them leaving this world in ways that were unfit for the two strongest warriors she knew. Harada, the man who had a spirit so loud and noble that somehow could make everyone smile, was now someone she would never hear from again. Every one of her friends’ deaths wrecked her heart open in ways that she didn’t know it could bleed. But losing him was different. She had held Hijikata’s body in her arms long after his eyes closed and the last traces of warmth left him, her tears dripping endlessly down her cheeks and onto his bloodied uniform.

She didn’t know what to do without him.

For the past five years, he had been a constant presence in her life. Chizuru had first come to depend on him for protection and stability; to the girl that had somehow landed into the Shinsengumi headquarters, Hijikata had been downright scary. His steely violet eyes seemed to read straight through her every time he caught her outside of her room, and she felt secondhand fear every time that she saw the way that he tolerated no sort of disobedience from his soldiers and punished those who strayed from the Shinsengumi’s code with injury or worse. But then as those first few months somehow stretched into years, Chizuru’s fear slowly faded and her days and memories began to fill with so many other emotions and experiences with Hijikata. Even though she spent her days with all of the different captains of the Shinsengumi, it was somehow always Hijikata that was by her side when she needed it the most.

Hijikata, who had shielded and fought against Kazama for her, his arm wrapped around her and her kodachi in the other. Hijikata, who was uncharacteristically fussy about his long, beautiful jet-black hair, and had yet allowed her to comb and tie it back while he had worked. Hijikata, who secretly wrote poetry with a smile on his face when no one was looking. Hijikata, who had taken her to a restaurant after a festival in Kyoto, and had paid for what was a surprisingly luxurious meal for what he had gruffly described as “just a thank you, you’ve been a big help”.

Hijikata, who had drank the Ochimizu that her father had created, and gave up his humanity to protect her from Kazama and to stand up for his values.

Their initial relationship as a page and superior had been awkward at best, and trust had been slow to develop. But after 5 years, the realization came to her so suddenly that she had almost fallen over herself: she was in deeply love with him. Her heart ached to always be near him and she loved to hear her name roll off his tongue—secretly, she thought that sounded more beautiful than she had ever heard it said. Chizuru had never had anything more than innocent crushes and dates when she had lived with Kodo in Edo, but her emotions and heart felt so strongly towards this person that she was certain that this was love, and a love that she knew would not come easily.

And of course it didn’t, because the man her heart had fallen in love with was like a force of a demon himself. Demon Vice Commander of the Shinsengumi, Hijikata Toshizou. Hijikata Toshizou, who was feared but adored by equally as many. Hijikata who was the talk of the town at times, with his long black hair that he refused to cut and high cheekbones that seemed to only accentuate his piercing gaze. Chizuru knew that he was a handsome man, some even saying he looked as if he had walked out of a wood-block painting, but she found more merit in the Hijikata she knew. His dedication, his resilience, his loyalty, and his love ran deeper than anyone else would ever know.

He had chosen her. And then he had left her.

Memories and concern for Hijikata filled her mind and thoughts endlessly for the months she stayed by herself alone in Sendai. She knew that he had left her in Sendai for her own safety; a young woman had no place in a war after all, but it was maddening. Chizuru knew she was no good on the battlefield and defenseless against a gun, but being left behind crushed her more than she could have ever imagined. She had no idea if she would ever see him again—dead or alive. What had happened to Kondou was something she very well knew could be something that could happen to Hijikata. But once she received the letter from Ootori, she had hastened to Ezo with her heart thudding in her chest with every thought that she was one step closer to seeing Hijikata again. No matter the hurt and pain that lay ahead of them, she knew that she had to be by his side.

And it had been so worth it. For a few months, despite knowing the pain and suffering that lay ahead of them, she had been happier than ever, just to be by his side. From the moment of their reunion, Chizuru was able to see his actions and words in so much more clarity. The bitter hoarseness in his voice when he yelled at his troops was not conveying anger, but worry to please come back alive. His scowl on his face when he worked long nights was not just because he was frustrated to shoulder this burden, but because he didn’t want anyone else to take the fall for the secret messages he was sending. He was the strongest person she had ever met, yet also the kindest and gentlest at the same time as well. In those few short months, Chizuru witnessed all sides of Hijikata and learned just how soft his hands could be on her hair, or the warmth of his embrace during the occasional nights that he did not work until dawn and allowed her to stay in the room with him.

If she could shoulder some of his pain and suffering, Chizuru had thought, then that was enough purpose for her to keep existing. If her blood was truly as powerful as Sanan and Kodo had alluded, then she would use it all and anything else in her power to keep him alive.

But he was gone, and she had failed. Maybe he would survived if she let him drink her dry, but Hijikata Toshizou was never the kind of person who would save himself at the expense of someone else. Makoto, he would say. Sincerity, which was the foundation for the Shinsengumi’s core beliefs. One had to be sincere and true to himself as a warrior and as a man to the end. Hijikata Toshizou had chosen his path. He chose to use his remaining life force to protect her from Kazama, and protect the beliefs that he had loved and carried for so long. He had died a warrior, and she knew that the Shinsengumi and all that he had fought for was finally at rest with him as well.

The two of them had known that this was a possibility from the start; the war was drawing to a close, and they were fighting a losing battle in Hakodate. Chizuru knew from the way Hijikata shook with anger and pain his sleep, or the scowl on his face every time he walked into the room from another meeting. She had always had some hope that maybe, just maybe, they would prevail and the two of them would find a future together.

But there was no place in this world for the two of them.

In a rush of scattered cherry blossoms, another individual had appeared under the tree—Amagiri. Polite as always, the red-haired demon he had greeted her with a formal bow before speaking. Since Kazama had strayed from the way of a demon and had continued to meddle with humans against his Clan warnings, he no longer could be laid to rest with his ancestors. Amagiri had come to bury Kazama’s body—and if Chizuru would like, Hijikata as well. How Amagiri knew that Kazama had died was some Demon logic that Chizuru knew was simply beyond her, but in that moment, she had been oddly relieved. Chizuru had always been a sensible girl, and even in times of crisis, she had a way of forcing herself to function. Even though burying Hijikata was exactly the last thing she wanted at that very moment, this was war. If they did not bury him now, his body would be discovered by troops and dragged out as a trophy to mark the fall of the Shinsengumi. She would have rather herself die than allow that to happen, but there was no way that she alone could have ever found the strength, physical and emotional, to bury him.

So she had let Amagiri dig two graves underneath that beautiful cherry blossom tree to lay both Kazama and Hijikata to rest. At Chizuru’s request, Amagiri dug Hijikata’s grave on the other side of the tree, away from Kazama’s; she knew that he would abhor being buried directly next to the demon he had spent years fighting. She took her final last glance at the man she had loved in the earth—his eyes closed, dark hair framing his face, swords crossed over his body, looking more peaceful and well-rested than she had ever seen him—and then turned away, unable to look as Amagiri completed the burial process.

Chizuru had been so consumed with grief that what happened afterwards was a blur. When she admitted she didn’t have an idea of her next move, Amagiri had simply stated, “It would be unwise to allow a woman to travel alone.” He had accompanied her to Hakodate, where she collected the rest of their personal belongings and relayed the news of Hijikata’s passing to Ootori. They then traveled to Yase, where Osen had been waiting; news of Kazama’s battle against a fake Demon had spread fast in the Demon world, and she had immediately sought to take Chizuru under the protection of the Yase Demon Clan. Chizuru had little memory of the months she spent in Yase; she only remembered grief and sorrow. News of the defeat of the Shogunate army and the rise of the Meiji Restoration flitted into

the Demon village over the next few months, but none of it meant anything to Chizuru. Hijikata was gone. Okita was gone. Heisuke, Sannan, Kondou, Harada…her life as she had known it, and all the people that had made it were gone. She heard nothing about Saito and Nagakura, but it hurt too much to hope. But after a few months of moping and living like a shell, Chizuru decided that she wanted to return to her home in Edo—well, Tokyo, now. She still had a home there, after all, and as kind as Osen and the demon clan of Yase was, it was not her home. So after six long years, Chizuru had finally returned to the old house that she had used to live with her father. Kodo, the man she had thought was her father. It had taken her almost a full two weeks to clean out all of the dust and vermin that had accumulated in the space over almost half a decade, but she had never been one to shy away from hard work. Rather, she had thrown herself into it, desperate for something, anything to do, to keep her mind busy and away from her thoughts. What quite honestly should have been work for two or three, she had completed in an astonishingly short time.

Chizuru had cleaned and changed the house to be more of a modest one fit to her needs; she had sold away most of their belongings, and kept only the essentials of what she needed. In this exchange and cleanup, Chizuru had dug out her women's clothes, but quickly found that many of her old kimonos in her closet no longer fit her—and well, of course they didn’t. She had last been a growing sixteen-year-old girl the last time she had worn them, and now she was a twenty-one year old woman. The hems that had once grazed her feet were now hanging above the ankles, and the silk was tight around her new curves and defined muscle she had developed after years of patrolling and running around Kyoto.

It was a strange and painful reminder that so much had changed.

Crafty as she was, Chizuru had loosened the seams and sewn together some of the cloth to create a couple of kimonos that fit her, so she could finally retire her pale peach hakamashita and hakama into storage. How strange for her to finally fold and lay those clothes away, although quite honestly she should have reduced them to rags. The silk had been patched and restitched over and over with years of wear and tear, but part of herself could not simply bear to toss that part of her life away. Instead, she had neatly folded it up and placed it into a box, next to her tattered Western military uniform. Her kodachi was racked on display in the bedroom, close enough to where she could grab it, but Chizuru sorely hoped that she would never need to touch that blade again.

But what was she doing here in Tokyo? What would she be doing, for the rest of her life? She had no idea. Chizuru knew that her existence and troubles as a female Demon did not end with Kazama’s death; Osen had been sure to warn her of it, and had strongly cautioned her against returning to Tokyo alone. But despite the lack of a clear direction in her future, and the dangers of traveling and living alone, Chizuru knew that she needed some sort of normalcy. She didn't want to think of Demons, of Rasetsu, of Ochimizu, of war and blood and death—she wanted to grieve alone, quietly, away from all that had pained her.

She was here, living and trying to bury her past life behind, but it always seemed to follow her.

She was just here. Existing, living. Drinking tea on her front porch, although her current cup was now smashed to smithereens and the tea was seeping into the hardwood. That painful memory hung heavily on her heart, and she wiped away tears from her face with her unbloodied hand, although the wound was already well on its way to healing. Maybe she would go into the town today to get some new teacups along with her daily groceries for meals; she still had a hard time stomaching food at times, but Chizuru knew she needed to keep her strength up. She wanted to start a garden in the back as well, to save her coin for fresh vegetables for when she needed it. Ootori had paid her well for her time and escape, but she knew it wouldn’t last forever. At some point, she would need to recoup her finances and find work to sustain herself.

But for today, she wanted to be normal. As normal as she could be.

Live, Chizuru.

I am living, Hijikata-san.

Chizuru stood up and stepped outside, tilting her head up to the sky. A slight breeze fanned across her face, and she inhaled the air deep into her lungs. Even though it was well into fall, she thought for the briefest moment, she smelled the sweet scent of cherry blossoms. Maybe today would be a good day.

[upside-down-peonies]

Gossip Gods

Chuck Bass:

- Hades; Greek Mythology. God of the Dead, Riches, and the Underworld. His name means “unseen one.” He is the only God to not reside on Mount Olympus. In some depictions he is seated on an ebony throne or riding a chariot pulled by black horses. He has a dark personality and is not liked very well by the other Gods. He is described as “fierce and inexorable”, and is one of the most feared and hated Gods by mortals. He is not evil, but is stern, and unpitying. He is also very fair. The three-headed dog Cerberus, who guards the gates of the Underworld, can usually be found at his side.

Blair Waldorf:

- Frigga; Norse mythology. Goddess of Fertility, Household, Motherhood, Love, Marriage, and Domestic arts. Her name means “beloved one” in Old Norse. She is considered “foremost among the goddesses.” She is the Queen of the Aesir and the sky. She is the only being other than Odin who is allowed to sit in his high seat and look over the universe. Her most prominent roles have to do with her husband and children. She is said to be blessed greatly, as well as suffering from profound heartbreak; both are her legacy. She has three maidens who she shares secrets with, sends all over the nine worlds with errands, and sends to protect people.

Serena Van der Woodsen:

- Freya; Norse mythology. Goddess of Love. She is associated with Sex, Lust, Beauty, Fertility, Sorcery, Gold, War, as well as Death. Her name means “lady.” She is admired for her striking beauty. She loves jewels and fine things, and will use her beauty to get what she wants. She can fly and loves traveling. She is known to lend her cloak of falcon feathers to other Gods and Goddesses when they need to visit another world quickly. She drives a chariot pulled by cats into battle. She likes poems and will sit and listen to songs for many hours.

Nate Archibald:

- Baldur; Norse mythology. God of Light, Joy, Purity, and the summer Sun. His name means “bold” in Old Norse. He is loved by all the Gods and Goddesses. He is strong and athletic, and was said to be so handsome and magnificent that light emanated from him. In some stories he is not as passive and innocent as first thought in most Old Norse tales. He began to have dreams of his own death and his mother went to every being in the world and ask them to never harm her son. Loki found that Baldur’s mother had not ask the mistletoe and he had Baldur killed with a spear of mistletoe.

Dan Humphrey:

- Momus; Greek mythology. God of Mockery, Poets, Writers, Blame, and Criticism. It is his goal to find fault in everything so he can ridicule it. It is thought that Aphrodite annoys him because he can find no fault in her. He mocks the Olympians so fiercely that he is eventually banned from Mount Olympus by Zeus. Because he is from the Underworld, his darker side leads to him instilling feelings of failure in men for their new ideas. His association with writers is because he is God of Censure and Satire.

Jenny Humphrey:

- Oizys; Greek mythology. Goddess of Anxiety, Grief, and Depression. She is a second generation primordial goddess and sometimes only shows up in spirit. She plays part in starting many wars, disputes, and feuds. She is a lesser known goddess, and though her brother Momus eventually became known as an amusing harlequin, Oizys never received light-hearted favor in any tale. She did not have a large following.

Georgina Sparks:

- Apate; Greek mythology. Goddess of Fraud, Deceit, Trickery, Deception, and Guile. She is an evil spirit that came from Pandora’s Box. She then roamed Earth for thousands of years tricking humans and teaching them to be deceitful. Her way of thinking is vile and twisted, and she is very cruel as well as cunning. She has no love for anyone, and takes joy in finding people’s weaknesses and using them as weapons to aid herself. No one is safe from her, and she will lie flawlessly and without second thoughts. She acts out of her want for power and revenge.

[kenzieam]

Mortal - Chapter Three

Rating: M (smut, language, angst and sorrow)

Genre: Drama/Angst

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He pulled away after a moment, his breathing harsh and pressed his forehead to Remy’s. His eyes were closed, face twisted with pain and Remy suddenly ached to soothe it. Her first brush against his lips was tentative and Loki shuddered at the contact, whimpering low in his throat. Remy pulled away, lips tingling and Loki followed her, capturing her mouth again. He was still timid and unsure and Remy felt his lips tremble as he deepened the kiss. His hand curled gently at the back of her hair, lacing into her hair and holding her in place. Remy felt his confidence returning and she moaned as his tongue traced the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. His groan was ragged as she opened for him and he swept inside; their tongues tangling together.  

Abruptly, Loki released her, taking a large step back. His chest heaved; his normally pale face flushed, his eyes wild. The normally vivid blue was brighter still, seeming to snap and spark with emotions and energy. Remy swayed, head spinning; she’d begun to lean into him, savoring his warmth and solidness.  

“Forgive me.” He rasped, finger flexing into fists before relaxing again. He eyed her with a mix of barely-leashed desire and wariness. “I cannot seem to control myself around you, my darling. I fear I will be unable to stop myself if I continue.” Shock, bordering on fear clouded his face. He was not accustomed to losing control like this, being swept away by his emotions.

Remy licked her lips, trying to reorganize her thoughts, they were a chaotic, tangled mess right now, reeling with sudden, almost painful desire and surprise. “I- I should go.” She stuttered.

Loki’s eyes darkened as he watched all this play out over her face and he took several deep breaths before he was able to speak again. “Please, I need to see you again.”

“When?” She still wasn’t able to form full sentences, what had he done to her? He’d originally asked her here to apologize, but the low-level energy that hummed between them was too strong to deny.  

Remy could no sooner walk away from her new life, her family and her child than she could Loki, not anymore. If she’d not agreed to meet with him, if she’d not seen his face and heard his voice again, she might have been able to fight this. Based on the anguish darkening Loki’s eyes, he was experiencing the same quandary. While he’d originally intended only to apologize, he could fight the draw between them no more than her.  

“Tonight?” There was almost-painful hope tinging his voice. “For dinner? My Goddess, please?”

My Goddess? Had the infamous god of mischief ever begged like this before? "Yes, I’d like that. Where?”

“Wherever you desire.”

“Is there a restaurant downstairs?”  

“I believe the Ty Bar is open for dinner service. I’ve not yet partaken, so I cannot comment as to the quality.”

“The Ty Bar then? 7:00?”

Relief and excitement flooded his handsome face. “I shall be there.”

Sweat trickled down Remy’s spine, feeling icy as it trailed along her heated skin. She ran hotter than the average person, due to her pyrokenesis, it took a lot to make her sweat. “Okay,” she fumbled to sound grown-up, like someone deserving of this god’s attention. “I’ll see you tonight?”  

On impulse, without thinking, she took a step forwards to embrace him once more, seeking the warmth and comfort from before but froze; she too would have trouble reining herself in if she surrendered to the ache. And, they were agreeing to a simple date, what kind of impulsive girl-child couldn’t control herself, she would embarrass herself if she wrapped herself around him again. A mix of disappointment and barely-restrained hunger flared in Loki’s eyes; the briefest flash of hurt before he schooled his features into a neutral mask, a gift born of greater than a millennia in Asgardian court.

Swallowing hard, still fighting the ridiculous urge to throw herself at him, Remy turned sharply and marched away.

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Despite grumbled, half-serious threats of mayhem from both Steve and Bucky, Remy refused to divulge what she and Loki had spoken of until they were all back in the Tower. While Levi and Pepper sat on either side of Remy, and Wanda perched on the arm of the couch, the rest of the team paced back and forth; at times managing to achieve some type of strange and unplanned synchronicity before breaking apart again. Remy decided to wait until they’d all blown off some energy and waited quietly, her lips still tingling faintly with the memory of Loki’s touch.  

“I don’t like it.” Steve announced, as if this wasn’t the tenth time he’d said such a thing since beginning his death march.

Bucky nodded emphatically as they passed each other, lips pressed into a thin line.  

Remy understood their reluctance. She hadn’t been an Avenger when Loki had attacked New York; despite his cruelty five years ago, she’d not experienced the heartless monster the others had, she’d not fought against Loki the trickster, the cunning god who’d very nearly destroyed her city. She remembered the panic and chaos, but she’d been a teenager then, and the derelict neighborhood she was hiding in after running away from another foster home hadn’t been close to the actual damage.  

Finally, Steve stopped and, after a few more frenetic steps, the rest of his posse did too. He turned abruptly to Remy, his bottom lip red from relentlessly chewing on it.

“Tell me you’re not going through with this?”  

Remy sighed, it was as painful to her as hurting and disappointing her family, maybe even more so, the thought of never seeing Loki again, the specter of their missed chance. “He’s different now-”

Tony scoffed, Steve huffed and Bucky actually growled. Nat’s glare was like a dagger and Sam shook his head, hands on his hips.  

“You can’t know that.” Tony grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Remy looked helplessly at Wanda, beseeching her with her eyes.

Wanda cleared her throat and, reluctantly it seemed, the team turned their attention from Remy to her. “I hit him with everything I dared; more than I’d subject any of you to and I found nothing to indicate he intends Remy any harm. There’s a... humbleness, I didn’t see anything approaching the egomaniac he’s always been described as. Thor says he’s changed-”  

Almost as one, the posse scoffed and shifted their feet, gritting their teeth.  

“I’m just telling you what I observed.” Wanda continued. “If he was able to hide from me, then he’s more powerful than anyone thinks; I searched everywhere-” she broke off and shivered. “He’s had things done to him that.... HYDRA wouldn’t even be that cruel. I won’t say anymore but... think of the story of Prometheus. It took all of my strength to purge that blackness from my mind before it could take root.” She shuddered, glancing with sympathy at Remy.  

“Bucky. You changed. You used to be the Winter Soldier and you’ve left that behind. And Levi, she overcame unbelievable things too, why can’t Loki?” Remy tried again.

A pained look crossed Bucky’s face before it set stonily again. “He doesn’t deserve another chance-”

That was it, something snapped inside Remy. She couldn’t explain this urge to have her family give Loki a chance, but Bucky’s words had inadvertently pressed on a particularly painful nerve. She leapt to her feet, fists clenched and the team froze in their tracks.

“He doesn’t deserve another chance? Then what about me? I’ve done horrible things in my life too. I-” she broke off, ridiculously close to tears, but she needed to get this out. No one but Tony knew the full depths of her past, and if her family thought less of her after this, then so be it. “I’ve done terrible, terrible things.” Remy looked down at her hands before looking back up with a muffled sob. “I’ve broken into houses.... I stole vehicles for a chop-shop. I sold and moved drugs for a guy until he decided he was entitled to sleep with me too.... I ran away from every single foster home I was placed in after I turned eleven and the foster dad tried to touch me. I’ve been to juvie and the state homes more times than I care to count and even-” she stopped again, what she was about to say was her biggest shame. “I hired myself out as an arsonist, for people who wanted to collect insurance, and I never asked what was in the buildings I destroyed... Most of this shit I never got caught for, or I’d still be in prison, minor offender or not. When I was twenty, I got caught with forty G in stolen jewelry. My arresting officer told Tony about me and he decided to give me one last chance to get clean. He gave me something to fight for instead of against. I would die for any one of you, fight for you with everything I have... but I’m just as broken and damaged as Loki, why did I deserve one more shot and not him?” Remy felt suddenly exhausted, raw and exposed, sure that, at any moment, her family was going to reject her now that they knew the truth. Tears trailed hot down her cheeks as she turned away, quickly pulled Rora from Pepper’s arms and dashed to her room.  

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Rora stayed asleep despite the commotion and Remy laid her carefully down in her bassinet before collapsing on her bed. Why? WHY? Why had she told all her shameful past and dark secrets to her family? Why had she exposed herself like that? If her life had taught her one thing, it was to never bare your heart like that to anyone, it only gave them the opportunity to stomp on and crush it. She was off the team; she was sure of it. None of them would trust her to watch their backs anymore, she’d pulled off her mask and shown the monster beneath.  

Hot tears began to trail down her cheeks and she startled when a knock came at the door.  

“Who is it?” She sniffed.

“Tony, can I come in?”

“It’s your Tower.” No doubt he was here to remind her of that, to tell her to pack her things and get out. It was better to start pulling away now, retreating into herself-

The door opened and Tony strode in. The hurt on his face surprised Remy. “Don’t be like that.” He was going for firm, but his voice wasn’t entirely steady. He knew the way Remy’s mind worked; he knew her MO, knew he was chasing after her into her own shell and had to catch her before she shut the door behind her. He moved to the bed, searching Remy’s face for signs that he was too late, that she’d regressed back into the sullen and damaged girl he’d met six years ago. Reaching out, he snagged her chin, his grip firm but gentle, not trying to cause pain but not letting her pull away either.  

“You know me, I don’t say these things very much but... I love you, Remy. You’re my daughter, in every way that matters. I adopted you on your twenty-third birthday, remember? I’ve got the bill of sale,” his grin was shaky. “You’ve given me a granddaughter. You’ve given me the chance to be a dad without all that messy toddler crap and high-school drama-”

Remy tried to pull away, fighting a mingled grin and grimace.

“And all I want, all any of us want, is for you to be safe and happy. Thinking about what Loki could be planning keeps me awake at night; going after my city I can handle, but if he hurts my daughter... I can’t deal. It would tear me apart if I didn’t keep you safe the way a father should.”

Remy winced, fresh tears coursing down her cheeks. “I understand, and I’m sorry. I’m being a real bitch-”

“No.” Tony’s voice was gruff and he sat abruptly beside her, taking her hands. “You’re being a girl who had nothing but shit happen to her as a kid, and now that you’ve have good, you’re hanging onto every little bit you can.” He sighed and pulled Remy into his arms. “But we trust Wanda, if she says she didn’t find anything rotten in his head, then... maybe it is all gone, who knows? Weirder things have happened. Give us time, Rem; that’s all we want, if Loki truly makes you happy then give us time to wrap our heads around it all, okay?”

That was far from unreasonable, and far more objective and generous than many others would be in the same position. Every single member of this family, of the team, knew that people could and did change.  

Remy sniffled again, rubbing her face against Tony’s shoulder. He leaned back enough to eye her.

“Thanks for the snot-smears, you little shit.” He grinned, then leaned impulsively forwards again and pressed a quick kiss to her head. “When are you seeing him again?”

“Tonight, at seven.” Remy hadn’t pulled her face from Tony’s shoulder, still hadn’t relinquished her grip and he didn’t let go yet either.

“You don’t waste any time, do you, kid?”

Remy lifted her head, resting her chin on Tony’s collarbone and he raised his head enough to set his chin on top of her head. “I’ve been waiting for five years.”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed mildly. “Well, make sure he minds his goddamn manners, or the guys and I will kick his ass all the way back to Asgard. I wish you’d have found some normal guy to love, Pepper says there’s a few interns and techs that have been looking at you-”

“No thanks. And I can take care of myself.”

“Don’t deny your old man his fun, I got a shotgun lying around here somewhere.” Tony sighed. “And yeah, I didn’t think so. You’re not taking Aurora tonight, are you? Pepper and I will babysit.”

“I was just going to ask-”

“Don’t need to, Rem. We love watching her.”

“You’re a good Poppa.”

“Damn straight, my delinquent child; now do me a favor and call Pepper something like MeeMaw or GamGam, I want to see the smoke come out of her ears.”

“She likes Nanna-”

“I know, so that’s why you call her MeeMaw.” Tony spoke slowly, like Remy was a mental deficient.

“How often do you end up on the couch, old man?” Remy teased.

“Never, I got one of those innocent faces.” Tony laughed.  

*******************************************************************************************Remy took a deep, steadying breath and adjusted the grip on her clutch. Despite the fact that she could create and control fire with her mind, the team hadn’t let her leave the Tower until her purse was full to almost bursting with two knives, three Widow Bites and a small can of Mace. Steve, Sam, Nat and Bucky were also patrolling the streets outside the hotel, ready to react at a moment’s notice if Remy’s newly installed phone alert went off. Tony had stolen her cell and refused to return it until Remy allowed him to install a special emergency app, activated if Remy pressed the home button for three or more seconds. It was ridiculous overkill, but the family had been immovable.  

The décor of the Ty Bar stole Remy’s breath; the high ceilings, red walls and art deco inspiration instantly sang to her heart and she couldn’t stop a surprised grin as her eyes roamed. There was a dozen or so couples seated around randomly, and a few individuals sitting at the bar itself, but only one person truly grabbed her attention.

Loki leaned against the bar, nursing an amber liquid in a heavy tumbler. His suit was a sharp, tailored black, the crisp white shirt a handsome contrast. His eyes restlessly traveled the room, the expression on his face a mix of apprehension and uneasiness. He looked like he thinking Remy had stood him up, or that the other patrons of the bar were going to recognize him and start pointing, screaming his name and lighting torches. When his gaze fell on Remy, the change in his expression, the wide, delighted, unguarded smile was stunning to see. Leaving the tumbler on the bar top, he strode to her and reached out, clasping her hand and pressing his lips to her knuckles.  

“My Goddess,” he breathed, eyes alight. “You look stunning.”

Remy blushed and would have pulled her hand from Loki’s in bashfulness but he held her hand firmly, his thumb running gentle circles over the back of it. The simple, light touch made goosebumps race up Remy’s arms. Thankfully, she was wearing one of Levi’s dresses, a black long-sleeved affair with a fairly basic neckline and plunging back, cut to mid-thigh. The girls had wrangled her hair into an elegant twist and dabbed a minimum of make-up on her, declaring her too beautiful to cover and, judging by the look in Loki’s eyes, they’d done a bang-up job.  

He seemed speechless for a breath, a rare state indeed for the God of Mischief and had to visibly shake himself to get back on track. Turning, he pulled gently on her hand, directing her to a private table, set far enough away from the main area that Remy wouldn’t feel crowded or spied upon.  

The host bustled up to pull out Remy’s chair but Loki ignored him, doing it himself before sitting down. The server appeared but Remy was too dazzled, both by her handsome dinner companion and the bar itself to hear him until the poor man cleared his throat and glanced at Loki for help.

“My darling,” Loki brushed his fingertips across Remy’s hand, startling her. “What would you like to drink?”

Shit. What do grown-up women who regularly eat in these types of places drink? Remy usually drank whatever the boys were currently mixing, she had no real preference beyond an absolute aversion to tequila, earned one night trying to drink Nat, Clint and Sam under the table and resulting in a three-day hangover she still shuddered thinking about. “Um, a white wine, please?”

The server began rattling of a list of names and Remy felt completely lost again, thankfully Loki broke in, saying a name and ordering two glasses of it.

“Splendid.” The server chirped and disappeared.  

“Thank you.” Remy murmured.  

“Not at all my darling, this planet has far too many to choose from. It’s a slightly sweeter wine I chose, I hope you’ll enjoy it.” He smiled softly, surprisingly nervous.

“I’ve never been on a date before.” Remy blurted, startling slightly when Loki set his menu down with a small crash.  

“I beg your pardon?” Loki hissed; eyes widening before narrowing with disbelief.

“I mean, I’ve been out with the team before, but I’ve never been on a date date.”

“You mean... Aurora’s father never escorted you? Never treated you to a romantic evening?” At Remy’s head shake, his jaw tightened noticeably. “You were adequate to warm his bed-” he broke off, jaw working and looked away. Remy felt a shiver of apprehension at his thunderous expression but his face softened noticeably when he saw her eyeing him and biting her lip nervously. “My darling, forgive me. I am not cross with you, but... how could he have misused you so? You are a treasure, a Goddess; not a -” he broke off again and took a deep breath. Suddenly he leaned forwards and reached for her hands; trustingly, without needing to think about it, she gave them and he clasped her fingers tightly, his thumbs caressing her skin. “I don’t wish to speak ill of your child’s father, but that is a disgrace, you should be pampered and treated like a queen, what sort of scoundrel was he?”

Remy felt a need to defend Eric. “It wasn’t like that. Eric and I, we weren’t together like that. We started out as teammates, then were just... a release for each other.” She shrugged, lowering her voice. “Just fuck buddies for the longest time. We weren’t even friends. We didn’t even try dating until I found out I was pregnant. Eric only proposed to me because he came from a broken home too and wanted to do it right for Aurora.” Remy fell silent, watching Loki’s thumb stroke soothing circles on her hand, it was far more relaxing and pleasant than it should have been. “I miss him, so bad; but not the way you should miss your fiancé, the person you’re supposed to love for better or worse.”

Loki nodded slightly, looking down, deep in thought. Slowly he raised his head, hope creeping into his eyes. “What I would give to be that man. The one to spoil and indulge your every whim, treat you like the Goddess you are.” He broke off, pale cheeks coloring slightly. “Forgive me, that was too forward-”

“It’s okay,” Remy reassured him, flexing her fingers in his grip. “Thank you.”

“He was a fool.” Loki spat suddenly, but then his hands tightened and Remy looked up at him questioningly. “But I am the bigger fool for letting you go first.”

“Why did you?” Remy asked abruptly. “And why five years? That’s like a blink to a god.”

Loki winced slightly, rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs for a heartbeat before letting go of her hands and sitting back against his chair with a heavy sigh. “In my more than a millennia of being, that day was the hardest I’ve ever experienced. Seeing the humiliation, the devastation on your face... and knowing I was the cause, was torment. I truly believed I was doing the right thing.” He chuckled humorlessly. “My brother was so upset over my actions that he wouldn’t talk to me for a month; and Thor is too great-hearted to hold grudges.” He shook his head faintly. “It may have only been five years but it was the longest of my life; I couldn’t stop thinking of you. In one moment, I would ask myself what you were doing now, then I would be telling myself I had no business wondering. You were the first thing I thought of as the sun rose, and the last as it set. You tormented me all through the night. And then, my brother, he would go to Earth and return with stories of you, meant to rub in my face what I’d let go, meant to drive my jealousy and stoke my hunger for you, intended to rid me of my foolish compulsion to ‘save’ you. He’d tell me of your accomplishments, your gains with your powers, the respect and standing you were earning with your team; and he’d speak of your beauty, your goodness.” Loki shook his head ruefully. “He knew what he was doing, and I knew what he was doing; my brother is not known for his subtlety, but when he returned with news that you were with child, I couldn’t fight myself anymore. You were moving beyond me and it was my own selfish fault. If I wanted to claim you, I needed to, as you Midgardians so eloquently put it, pull my head out of my ass.” He fell silent, cheeks tinged pink.

Remy blinked, too stunned to speak. She had spent the last five years wondering what could be too, had told herself endlessly that it was a foolish child’s fantasy, that the God of Mischief wasted none of his precious time thinking of her; and she’d looked forwards to Thor’s visits both in part because he was a treasured friend, and because he was her last link to Loki. “Loki, I-”

“I don’t expect you to throw yourself at me and I originally intended only to beg your forgiveness; but I hope you’ll be willing to give me a chance to correct my past wrongs.”

*******************************************************************************************The next week was both heaven and hell.  

Despite being a native New Yorker, Remy had never seen her city the way others had, she'd always been too preoccupied with simple survival, down in the city's dark underbelly, and later, as an Avenger, too busy working and saving lives, to see her splendor and highlights; something Loki set out to remedy. Therefore, he treated Remy like a tourist, taking her to all the attractions.  

They planned to walk through Central Park, visit Rockefeller Centre and the Met; had already seen the Museum of Natural History and stood in Times Square and the High Line; and even though Loki was a millennia-old god, he stood with Remy and was almost giddy right along with her, indulging and sharing in her childlike wonder of her city. No excursion was too frivolous or immature, he seemed content to simply be near Remy, the location and activity was secondary, and often inconsequential.  

Remy loved this time, it was her heaven, but it was also her hell. Her family remained understandably wary, and Remy struggled to balance this new life, split between the man god who had stolen her heart, and the family that had given her one. She was careful not to neglect her family and team, spending a great deal of time with them as well, but when they were apart, she missed Loki almost a ridiculous amount, definitely more than she could ever let on to the others.

And, despite her family's hesitation, Remy decided to bring Rora with her after the first few meetings with him. She trusted Loki and knew he meant her no harm, nor her daughter, and she couldn't keep asking Tony and Pepper to babysit while she gallivanted around the city; so, Remy packed up a diaper bag of essentials and brought Remy with her on her third date. It was the day Remy had asked Loki to take her on a walking tour of the city and they were to meet in Central Park, along the Mall.  

Rora was soundly asleep, secure and nestled in her wrap and Remy felt her mind wandering reluctantly. This morning, when she'd begun packing Rora's things to bring her along, she had attracted attention that rapidly became unwanted.

"What are you doing?" Bucky asked, leaning against the door frame to Remy's quarters; she'd left the door open because Sam's stereo was playing loud enough to hear out in the hallway, and she loved the song.

Remy looked over her shoulder at Bucky and smiled. "Packing some things for Rora."

"Why? You're not taking her along with you, are you?" The mingled surprise and disapproval in his voice was enough to give Remy pause. She turned fully towards him. "Yes, I am. Is that a problem?"

Bucky pushed off from the doorframe, standing upright and squaring his shoulders. "You know it is."

A hot flare of anger coiled in Remy's chest, how long was the team going to insist on shunning Loki, just what fire would he have to jump through in order to earn a chance? "Why is it a problem, Bucky? Aurora is my daughter and I'm going out today, so I'm taking her with me-"

"To meet with a monster-"

Remy's eyes widened with shock and she took a purposeful breath before answering, biting back the razor-sharp words she burned to cut him with. "What did you say?"

To his credit, Bucky didn't flinch. "You heard me. You know, I think you're letting your heart get in the way of your head; you're so hot to go see this guy, you're willing to put your daughter in danger-"

That was it, the final stroke. Remy bit back a scream of rage, but it escaped anyway, a growling snarl and she brandished her finger at Bucky like a knife, sparks dancing at the tip like rampant static electricity. "Don't you EVER question my intentions with my daughter. Loki's a monster? What about you? The notorious ghost assassin of the 20th century? Your hands are far from clean, Barnes. Are YOU safe around my daughter? Am I an unfit mother? That's what you're saying? What, are you going to take Aurora away from me? I've told you what I did in the past, does that mean I shouldn't be near my daughter too?"  

Her rage threatened to overwhelm her, and blue flames began to roil and spit from her fingers. This gave Remy pause, she'd not lost control like this for a long time and she squeezed her eyes shut, took a number of deep breaths, drawing on the meditation principles she'd learned from Bruce to cool her temper. Snapping her eyes back open, enough in control that she wouldn't burn anything, Remy yanked the diaper bag onto her shoulder and carefully picked Rora up. The baby slept peacefully, swaddled securely in a blanket and the wrap was already tied around Remy's body, but she didn't have time to set her in it; she needed to get out of here, away from Bucky, away from the family that still didn't trust her to make her own decisions.  

Bucky's face was pale, whether from Remy's harsh words or her near-loss of control, she couldn't say, and right now, Remy didn't care. She elbowed past the man she considered a brother, jabbing him harder than necessary as she passed and spat. "Don't bother speaking to me again, James Buchanan Barnes; if all you're going to say is SHIT like that."

Remy'd exited the Tower, still seething and stopped out on the sidewalk, raising her face to the sun and fighting to calm down. Did they all still feel like that? Did they all question her fitness as a mother? The possibility was too devastating to consider and Remy pushed it forcefully away. She knew the truth, and she'd been outcast before, too many times in her life; she'd deal with this shit later. She was going to enjoy this afternoon. Taking a few minutes to unswaddle and settle Rora against her chest, secure in the wrap, she squared her shoulders and set off.  

Loki looked up from the bench he was seated at along the Mall as they approached and surprise flitted across his face before he smiled in wide, unguarded delight. In truth, he was eager, almost painfully so, to meet Remy's daughter, but assumed he would be kept from doing so for quite a bit longer by Remy's loving but overprotective family and teammates. The fact that Remy, and maybe even, by extension, her family, trusted him enough to bring the infant to him made his heart ache in the best way.

And, although he was indeed eager to meet Rora, Remy's beauty and aura drew him in again immediately and the fierce love he'd felt in his heart for the last five years flared anew, and he couldn't believe, for the umpteenth time, how lucky he was, to be given this second chance, to be given any chance with this vibrant woman.  

"My goddess," he greeted tenderly, the nickname falling naturally off his lips, for Remy was indeed divinity, whether she realized it or not. Standing, he stepped towards her, kissing her cheeks to stop himself from capturing and absolutely devouring her mouth. It was getting harder and harder to control himself around Remy and he could see the same struggle in Remy's eyes when they pulled away. "You look beautiful." As always.

Remy blushed adorably, eyes falling briefly to Loki's lips and he wondered if she had any idea just how desirable and intoxicating she was, did she realize the power she carried; the power to break him, to make him whole again?  

"Thank you," she replied with genuine demure.

"You've brought-" Loki began but Rora had awakened and decided to introduce herself with a loud squeal.

"Hello, baby," Loki crooned, already smitten.

Remy grinned, turning slightly so Loki could gaze at Rora. The newborn gazed back, seemingly as drawn to Loki as he was to her and gave him a gummy smile, waving a fist at him.  

"Loki, this is Aurora, my daughter."  

"She's the exact image of you, my love." He leaned closer, smiling widely as Rora babbled excitedly. "Hello, little one, I hear you rule with an iron fist over at Avengers Tower, is that correct?"

Rora squealed in response, delighted to be the center of attention and Loki smiled down at her, eyes roving over the child's face, enraptured by the infant, noticing with fascination just how closely she did indeed resemble Remy. His heart ached with the desire to be near this woman and this child, with the desire to be theirs, and them his. He wanted this family with a desperation he'd not known before, an urge almost stronger than the yearning to be accepted as Thor's brother and equal, enough to take his breath away. Hesitatingly, he reached over and gently brushed the back of his finger across Rora's cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin.

"Hello, Aurora."

Rora fell quiet, gazing up at Loki with wonder, seeming to be thinking before cooing again, a sound that sounded suspiciously like an attempt at a word, perhaps even the honored 'Dada'.

Loki's eyes were shining when the left Rora's small face to gaze up at her mother instead. "She is perfection, my goddess."

Remy was finding it difficult to breathe, stunned by the seemingly instant and deep connection between her daughter and the man she loved. Rora didn't take to strangers right away, she had her circle of accepted family and seemed content with them, always cried when held or spoken to by strangers, but her reaction to Loki was awe-inspiring, and went a long way towards settling the very last of the whispers of doubt in her heart. Young children and dogs, she knew, were the best instinctive judges of character; it was only as an adult that you became clouded with your own prejudices, jaded by your cynicism.  

Loki lifted his face to the sun and took a deep breath, a smile splitting his face in half. "Come, my darlings; there is much to see."

[changeling-fae]

I didn’t get any asks but I really wanted to do this so here we go!

1. What’s their name? Is there a reason why they were named that?

Maris (mah-riss) is Melody and Talbott’s son and Lorelei (lora-lie) is their daughter. Since Melody’s line has merfolk in it, it was important to keep the sea ties to their lineage.

2. Who are their parents? What’s their relationship with them?

Melody Prince and Talbott Winger are their parents and they have a very close relationship. This is definitely due to Melody and Talbott’s family trauma and their desire to make sure their kids didn’t endure what they endured.

3. Which relative do they resemble the most? Why?

Maris is not only the son of Talbott but is also the son of a Prince and all the Prince men are reserved and aloof.

That being said he is more... mischievous? He’s too smart for his own good and thanks to being a legilimens he knows a lot of secrets. I’d say he’s a good blend of both parents.

Lorelei is also a good blend but her aloofness is more whimsical than serious. She’s also a legilimens but doesn’t use secrets as a weapon like her brother. She’s a poet like her father and writes her own songs.

4. How much did MC influence their growth?

Quite a bit, she grew up feeling abandoned by her family and never wanted her children to feel that. She and Talbott make sure that their kids know that they’re loved.

5. How much did Jacob influenced their growth?

Assuming he survives the game, he doesn’t have too much influence. He and Melody’s relationship was never able to fully heal.

He’s of course welcome to the family and he does visit occasionally but he felt guilt for what he put his sister through and thought he didn’t deserve his place in her life.

6. Describe their wand.

Maris’ wand is 11in Elm wood with a scale from his great-grandmother’s tail.

“The unfounded belief that only pure-bloods can produce magic from elm wands was undoubtedly started by some elm wand owner seeking to prove his own blood credentials, for I have known perfect matches of elm wands who are Muggle-borns. The truth is that elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, elm, in my experience, produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which, again, makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure-blood philosophy).”

Lorelei’s wand is 12in Beech wood also with a scale from her great-grandmother.

“The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. Such wizards and witches, having obtained a beech wand without having been suitably matched (yet coveting this most desirable, richly hued and highly prized wand wood), have often presented themselves at the homes of learned wandmakers such as myself, demanding to know the reason for their handsome wand’s lack of power. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation.”

7. Do they have any pets? If not, how do they feel towards animals in general?

Basically just as many pets that Melody had growing up. They’re animagi like their parents and are good with animals, especially aquatic ones and birds.

8. How much of the Magical World have they already experienced before they started attending Hogwarts?

They were born into it, with Melody being a healer for St Mungo’s (and later Hogwarts) and Talbott being an Auror. They grew up in Melody’s childhood home which is tied to a magical reserve for aquatic magical creatures.

9. Do they have any muggle based interests?

Maris finds psychology and science fascinating. He can often be found reading muggle doctors textbooks. He’s also a big fan of HP Lovecraft, mostly because he finds the concept of muggles finding fish people horrifying hilarious.

Lorelei loves muggle music and has gone to quite a few concerts. People might be surprised to find that her favorite is heavy metal.

10. In which house were they sorted? How much do they fit the Sorting Hat choice?

Maris gets sorted into Slytherin like his mother and definitely fits his house. He’s cunning, ambitious, and very resourceful. He’s also John Oliver level of trolling ability.

Lorelei was sorted into Ravenclaw like her father and she also very much fits her house, especially the creative and independent part. She’s very open minded like her mother too (who had been a hatstall with Ravenclaw).

11. Which is the general opinion about them?

Maris is a sparkly, hot (heart of gold) asshole and Lorelei is a mysterious, whimsical space cadet.

Maris is following his uncles footsteps in having a bit of a fan club. The only difference is he’s more into it and will absolutely use it to his advantage.

Lorelei is the only one who can easily knock him off his pedestal when she feels his head is getting too big.

Lorelei is incredibly intelligent like her family but she’s such a daydreamer that upon first meetings, many people think she’s just an airhead.

12. What do the professors and the other people working at the school think about them?

Kind of a combination “oh no” and “huh, they’re not too bad”.

Maris and Lorelei are good students even with their quirks and they will never be as bad as Melody in breaking the rules.

13. Is there a professor they highly respect? Is there instead a professor they can’t stand at all?

Flitwick is a favorite to both kids and they respect McGonagall as Headmistress.

(If Snape were alive they’d like him to, especially Lorelei).

There isn’t really a professor they dislike but Maris likes messing with Trelawney because he finds it fun, especially being a legilimens.

14. Talk about their favorite subjects.

Maris loves DADA, herbology, and flying the most. He’s also really into arithmancy and astronomy.

Lorelei loves potions, charms, and divination. She’s good at transfiguration too.

15. Talk about their least favorite subjects.

For Maris, HoM, he just gets so bored and isn’t really a history fan.

For Lorelei, DADA, she’s just not an aggressive person by nature and is more passive in how she views the world.

16. Do they possess a broom? If not, do they have another devices that allows them to fly?

They do but they prefer to fly in their animagi forms. Maris is a belted kingfisher and Lorelei is a diving petrel.

17. What do they think about Quidditch? Are they part of the Quidditch team? If yes, in which role do they play?

Maris actually becomes seeker for Slytherin and quite good at it but he’s weirdly enough not really a fan at watching other teams. He just likes the thrill and competition but only when he’s involved.

Lorelei doesn’t care about Quidditch at all but she does watch on the days her brother plays.

18. Do they attend other club activities at school?

Maris becomes a Prefect and is the leader of the Gobstones club. He’s just as bad as his mom in leaving no survivors in the game.

Lorelei is part of the Frog Choir and is also a member of the potions club.

19. Have they developed any peculiar skill, magical or not?

Both are legilimens like their mother and animagi like their parents.

Maris is good at strategy games and enjoys muggle poker.

Lorelei is good with her hands and is actually a pretty good masseuse.

20. List five things they like.

For Maris; Intellectual stimulus, trolling people, swimming, fishing, and flying.

For Lorelei; Singing, song writing/poetry, swimming, making wind chimes, muggle aquariums.

21. List five things they dislike.

For Maris; Ignorance, blood purists, incompetency, boredom, hypocrites.

For Lorelei; Close mindedness, cruelty, assumptions, blood purists, dishonesty.

22. Have they any interest in dating? Have they a crush on someone? How do you think this someone feel about them?

Maris is a serial flirt and Lorelei believes things will happen when they happen. Haven’t thought further than that.

23. Are they able to cast a Patronus? If yes, what animal does it represent?

Yep, Maris patronus is the same as his animagus form as a kingfisher (so his form and patronus match just like his father).

Lorelei’s patronus is a moon jellyfish (so differs just like her mother).

24. What’s their greatest fear? How does it translate into their boggart?

Probably losing their parents or each other, they have a very happy childhood and would be devastated if something suddenly happened.

Boggart would be a dead loved one.

25. What’s their greatest weakness? How do they deal with it?

For Maris, probably hubris. He’s very proud of his skills and actually does work hard to maintain them so if he suddenly couldn’t succeed at something he put effort into, it would damage his esteem.

He’d turn to his mother for advice after a lot of angst because he knows that he got his overachiever attitude from her.

Lorelei’s weakness is probably passivity, as in she’s not really proactive. She’s fine with things just happening to her instead of seeking it out.

It’s mostly her brother who gets her to be more proactive, usually through brotherly teasing.

26. Is there an objective they’re trying to accomplish?

For Maris, be the top of his class and for Lorelei just graduate.

27. How do they change throughout their school years?

Maris becomes more cocky midway through but he settles down by graduation.

Lorelei becomes less dependent on her family and more comfortable with her place in the world.

28. Talk about their relationship with the other Fankids.

If anyone wants to their fankids to be friends with mine, please let me know because that would be awesome! (please)

29. Are they the “bully”, the “victim” or the “hero” of the situation?

Maris isn’t a bully per se, he’s not cruel, he just likes to tease people, but he does troll people he thinks deserves it (like bigots).

Lorelei is very accepting of people no matter their quirks so if someone needs help she’s good at making people feel good.

30. Use a meme to describe them.

Maris

Lorelei

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Hi Butterfly! I find the following in F&B rather curious "Ser Tyler Hill, Lord Lyman's comely bastard son, was openly scornful of Androw, even whilst doing all he could to ingratiate himself to Rhaena herself, regaling her with tales of his exploits at the Battle Beneath the Gods Eye and showing her the scars..." (p.166) How can a bastard dare to do this (Jocasta =/= Cat?)? How can he have such access to her? Does he think he has an actual shot with her? Wuld love to have your thoughts. Thanks.

Tyler Hill was evidently a recognized bastard, possibly raised in his father’s house, Casterly Rock. While this is not usually typical in (non-Dornish) Westeros, it does happen now and again – see for example Daemon Blackfyre or Ramsay Bolton or Aurane Waters – often to bad results, as Catelyn feared regarding Jon. (See the Blackfyre Rebellions; Ramsay poisoning the trueborn brother who brought him to the Dreadfort; Aurane leaving the Velaryons for Joffrey, and eventually betraying Cersei too.) Whether Tyler’s presence bothered his father’s wife Lady Jocasta, it isn’t mentioned, but note that GRRM describes her as “formidable” and she was from the powerful Westerlands House Tarbeck. That’s a distinct difference from Catelyn’s fears about her outsider Riverlander status and her non-Stark-looking children (as well as Daemon vs Daeron’s Dornish-blooded heirs). So, we can assume Jocasta was confident enough about her own heirs and supporters, and therefore didn’t consider Tyler much of a threat.

Whether Tyler Hill really thought he had a chance with Rhaena… well, please note that Tyler seems to have been used as Lyman Lannister’s deniable asset, like Ramsay was for Roose Bolton.

From Lannisport came five hundred men under the banner of a bastard son of Lyman Lannister, Ser Tyler Hill, by which ploy the cunning Lord of Casterly Rock lent supporters to the young prince whilst still keeping his own hands clean, should Maegor prevail. –Fire & Blood

That gives him a certain amount of status, in addition to being a recognized bastard. Also, though the Battle Beneath the Gods Eye was a terrible failure, Tyler was still a knight and a war hero, who gained his wounds in service of Rhaena’s late husband Prince Aegon.

Secondly, Tyler almost certainly thought Rhaena was damaged goods – excommunicated by the Faith for her abomination of a marriage to her brother (said dead prince husband who never accomplished anything much), forcefully married to the monster King Maegor the Cruel (and she didn’t even do the “queenly duty” of conceiving), ignored as a heir when her baby brother Jaehaerys came to the throne, her daughters taken away from her to KL and Oldtown, no supporters, few friends, thrown off of Fair Isle by her allies, apparently left to rot in the west by her family – and thought that maybe she could be in reach of a noble bastard, at least one with his status.

Thirdly, note that Androw Farman was a schlub (no skills, no education, no martial training), who most likely Rhaena just married so he could beard for her and his sister Elissa. If Tyler’s gaydar was not especially good (and I bet it was worse than most Westerosi), he probably thought Rhaena only married Androw to avoid being remarried by the crown, but that she’d be hot to trot with him. You can see Tyler now, right? Handsome, blond, jut-jawed, not too bright… like a cross between Jaime Lannister and Gaston… god, GRRM even gave him a jock name like Tyler for a reason…

So he’s all like, “hey, baby… um, my queen… let me tell you about the battle again, yeah? I was killing one of Maegor’s–” *spit* “–big knights when I got this scar, see, it goes around my arm like this, but I’ve healed fine–” *flex* “–hey, wanna check out the Hall of Heroes? The Golden Gallery? Don’t worry, there’s lots of places in the Rock where we can get a little privacy…” “I’m sorry, ser, Elissa and I are going flying on Dreamfyre now.” “But…” “Goodbye, Tyler.”

Lord, Rhaena probably didn’t even notice him – Tyler’s a mosquito compared to the horrors of Maegor the dragon – but it’s no wonder, in addition to Lyman and Jocasta’s constant pressuring requests for a dragon egg, that Rhaena and her friends got the hell out of Casterly Rock as soon as possible.