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[evervigilantnightshade]

The Line - Part 5

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

Warnings for series: Angst, violence towards reader, reader attacked by men, a pup gets hurt (but don't worry he's ok) Blood, fluff, flirting, a bit of light smut. Death and killing on missions, Father of reader's death mentioned. Puking.

Authors note: Enter Keegan

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The next morning the team was in rough shape, Y/N made her way to the kitchen to grab a coffee and both Simon and Soap were sitting at the kitchen table with their heads down. Y/N opened the cupboard and then slammed it shut causing Simon to bolt upright and Soap to groan. 

“Fuckin hell woman.” Simon grabbing his head. “Goddamn Konig and his shots.” He growled and put his head back down. 

Out of pity she made them both a cup of tea and brought it over to the table before going back and grabbing her coffee to join them. 

“I think I’m dyin.” Soap whined  

“Surely you have been in rougher shape than this.” Y/N took a sip of her coffee and rolled her eyes

“No. This is it, get yer goodbyes in.” 

“So dramatic.” 

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out, seeing a message from an unknown number. 

“Pulling up in about 5 minutes, don’t fucking shoot me. Again.” 

Y/N smirked, having a feeling she knew who it was. She got up and headed out to the front porch and leaned against the railing enjoying the cold crisp air. She was enjoying the stillness when beside her she heard a groan. Looking over she saw Gaz curled up in one of the deck chairs with sunglasses on. 

“What are you doing out here?” 

“Needed air. Think I’m going to be sick.” 

With that he ran over to the railing and threw up. 

“I see you didn’t listen to me.” Y/N said, shaking her head. 

“I tried! Have you ever tried saying no to Konig? He doesn’t listen! He’s all smiles and ‘s all ‘Vu need another drink, trust me’ and you do! You trust him! But he lies!!! ” 

In front of her she heard tires crunching on gravel and she looked up to see a black car with black out windows, similar to the SUV they came up here in. 

“Who the hell is that?” Kyle stood up trying to be alert but then heaved over the railing again. 

Stepping out of the car was a man wearing a black mask that covered his nose and mouth, along with a black ball cap. He was wearing a black hooded sweater and had the sleeves rolled up showing his arms that were both covered in tattoos. He had a package in his hand and put his hands up in mock surrender. She’d know those baby blues anywhere.

“Keegan.” Y/N smiled

“I’m unarmed.” He called out as he took steps forward. 

“You’re a lousy shot so it wouldn’t matter if you were.” Y/N called back 

“That’s inaccurate.” He said, making his way up the stairs of the porch. 

“Got the scar to prove it.” 

Y/N grabbed the package from his hand and opened it. Laswell worked fast. She pulled out some papers, a couple of passports and a folder. 

“I was aiming for your shoulder. For the record. Unlike you who took out one of my kidneys.” His voice is low and quiet. 

“I was aiming for your kidney. So I guess we’re square.” Her voice was distant as she looked at the paperwork in the folder. 

“So it’s true? You comin over to Kortac.” 

Y/N froze and looked at Keegan with a look telling him to shut the hell up.

“Not the time, Keegan.” She motioned over her shoulder to Kyle who was now sitting back in the chair. 

“Wait, you’re leaving the 141?” Kyle asked 

Y/N sighed and then turned to look at him. 

“It’s complicated. Things were said. John wants me off the team, told me last night. Don’t say anything to anyone please. I’m still working shit out.” 

“No but he was drunk. He probably didn’t mean it Y/N. I bet he apologizes today.”

“Gaz love, the things said last night can’t be taken back, no matter how many times he apologizes. Again though, please don’t say anything to anyone. We have several more days of travel in front of us and I don’t want to spend that with Ghost and Price beating the shit out of each other. So please promise to keep this between us for now.” 

“Ok I promise.” 

“Jesus what is this, high school?.” Keegan muttered behind her “Hope you don’t bring it over to our team.”

“Do you like your remaining kidney or….”

Keegan put his hands up again in mock surrender and she pushed him towards the door. She was about to turn the handle when the door opened and standing in front of them was Price. He looked at Keegan with confusion, seeing his hands up. He went to reach for his sidearm. 

“Who the hell are you?” He asked gruffly. 

“I’m a friendly. Laswell asked me to come by and drop off some stuff for Y/N.” 

His eyes then met Y/N’s and she saw regret on his face. He was about to say something but she spoke first. 

“Excuse us Captain, we have to speak to Konig.” She pushed Keegan back so Price could pass. “We should have a team meeting soon to discuss future plans but I will leave that up to you Sir.” 

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he nodded and walked past them. 

“Put your fucking hands down.” She hissed at Keegan who chuckled. 

“Yes Sir” He mocked her and followed her inside. 

Konig was now sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a bottle of whisky. Walking over to the table, Keegan sat beside Simon who still had his head down. 

“Rough night?” He smirked and then slapped him on the back. 

“Who the fuck invited you.” Simon groaned, not lifting his head. 

“Your girl did. Think she’s bored of you. Needed a bit of the red white and blue to cheer her up.” 

“Fuck off.” Simon sat up and glared at Keegan. 

Y/N sat down next to Soap, reaching over and rubbing her hand up and down his back. 

“Laswell sent us some papers for the trip, and Keegan is with us for the next leg of it.” 

She stopped rubbing Soaps back but he grabbed her leg.

“For the love of god, dinna stop.” 

She smiled and started rubbing it again. Price walked in a few minutes later and called a team meeting. Gaz sat down at the table beside Y/N, Price sat beside him on his other side. Konig reached over and grabbed a file box and put it on the ground beside him. 

“Alvight, next part of vour journey is a train ride to Sweden.” He pulled out an envelope that had some passports and train tickets. “Here is how zee pairing will be. Captain Price and Y/N…” 

“Wait Konig, there’s been a change. May I?” Y/N held up the envelope Keegan had brought her.  

“Of course.” 

She reached for the envelope Konig had and switched out two of the passports and the tickets. 

“Ok Captain Price you’re with Gaz, you’re businessmen selling insurance, and you're teaching Gaz the ropes type thing. Ghost and Soap you two are together, you’re headed to a metal music festival Gothenburg. I’m paired with Keegan. We’re newly weds on our honeymoon. Any questions?” 

“What was wrong with the original plan? What changed?” Kyle asked

“Nothing was wrong, we just went a different way. Originally I was paired with Captain Price and we decided it would be better to have him with you.” 

“Who’s we?” Price asked, his head tilted. 

“Watcher and myself. Any other questions? Good. So myself…” 

“Why is Keegan coming and not Konig?” Price interrupted her. 

“Konig won’t show his face, so it's pretty hard to get through customs.” Y/N huffed “Moving on. Myself and Keegan are going to head into the city now. Ghost and Soap you head in an hour after us and then an hour after that Gaz and Captain Price. After we arrive in Sweden there will be cars waiting for each pairing that will have directions to the safe house.”

“There’s only two cars here now. That’s if he brought one.” Price spoke up again. 

“He did and a third was dropped off last night.” 

“Anything else?”

This time she waited for him to ask more questions but he didn’t.  

“I’ve got one.” Soap said, having finally raised his head up off the table. “Are all yer friends masked sociopaths?” 

“I told you to put the viskey in vour coffee and vu vould feel better.” Konig held out the bottle to Soap who turned green.

“Alright lets focus. Watcher also has provided us with clean phones so turn in your old ones and take a new one. We won’t be in contact now until we are at the next safe house unless it’s an emergency, so be safe.” 

She grabbed her and Keegan’s passports and tickets off the table and stood up. Simon, Konig and Keegan stood up as well and the group of them made their way to the front door. 

“Don’t vee a stranger.” Konig hugged her softly before placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Hope to hear from vu soon.” 

“Back at ya big guy.” She then turned to Simon.

He was staring at her.  

“You ok?” 

“I’m fine. You behave, yeah?” 

“Will do. See you on the other side.” 

He continued to stare at her so intently that she had to turn and grabbed her bag just to escape his gaze. She walked out to the car, glad to be away from the team for a bit. 

They drove in silence as Y/N stared out the window thinking about everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours. She’d lost so much her heart hurt so badly she didn’t think it would ever heal. She wished she could just walk away now, take one of the passports and just fly somewhere by herself to wallow in her heartache. Normally that place would be home but without that option she was a bit lost. 

“Ok this silent brooding is killing me. Want to talk about it? I’m actually a pretty good listener.” Keegan asked, keeping his eyes on the road. 

“Everything is just fucked up right now and I have no way of fixing it. My first instinct is to run but that’s not an option unfortunately.” 

“I mean it can be, but I don’t think that’s what you really want.” 

“Why did I let things get so complicated? We’re soldiers, there shouldn’t be feelings and I definitely should never allowed myself to get into this position. My dad…” She stopped and sighed. “Let’s just say he wouldn’t be exactly proud of me right now.” 

“Well I’m sure that’s not true. Yeah we’re soldiers but we’re also human Y/N, and that means emotions, feelings and all that gross shit. Look I don’t know what’s going on, except that your Captain kicked you off the team. However I also heard he was drunk and just being around you all right now I can tell tensions are high. Maybe hold off on signing those discharge papers Laswell sent you, for a bit anyway.” 

Y/N didn’t answer, instead she turned and faced the window again. 

The train ride to Sweden was long and Y/N spent the majority of it thinking about the situation. She let herself get distracted and fell for a Captain. It was inappropriate and stupid. She had rules in place for herself for a reason. She should have never allowed herself to fall in love. She’s made a fool of herself and she would never do that again. 

When they arrived, she was no longer allowing herself to wallow. She was angry, not just at herself for her stupidity but at John for the things he said. Keegan wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they made their way to the car, playing up the newly wed persona and she smiled and wrapped her arm around his waist. What they didn’t know was that Gaz and Price were walking behind them and he had his fists clenched. 

“You alright Sir?” Gaz could see the jealousy on Price’s face  

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a long journey so far.” 

Gaz hummed and they walked in silence for a bit. 

“Can I be honest with you?” he asked and Price nodded his head. “We don’t really know what’s going on with Y/N and Ghost.” 

“Gaz..” Price grunted in warning 

“Just hear me out please. We don’t know what’s going on, and we don’t know why they kept it from us. I do know that it has to be a damn good reason though. I mean Y/N loves this team, she would do anything for each one of us. We’re better because of her. I’ve watched her for the last few months and the way she looks at you, that girl’s crazy about you. So please don’t do anything rash before you hear her out. We don’t want to lose her right?” ��She told you then” Price asked seeing right through Kyle

“Keegan mentioned her transferring to Kortac. I pressed her and she told me a bit.” 

“She’s transferring to Kortac?” Price asked with a slight panic in his voice. 

“She’s thinking about it, I don’t think she feels like she has a choice.”   

Price nodded but didn’t respond. His words to Y/N kept playing over and over again in his mind. At the time, with whiskey running through his veins, his anger was justified and his words were true. Now though his head was clear and he regretted so much. Doubt had slowly crept up on him while on the train thinking about her words. 

“You don’t know the situation John. I’m not what you think I am”

What if he was wrong. The thought drove him mad. He told her this just about sex but that was a lie. He was in love with her, and had been for a long time. When he told her that he would never be able to go back after crossing that line it wasn’t because of the sex, it was because it would hurt too much. 

By the time they arrived at the safehouse he physically felt sick thinking of the things he said to Y/N. He thought about trying to talk to her even though he was still hurt, regardless of what the situation was, she still lied. They lied, he corrected himself.

Ghost and Soap sat on the couch in the living room still looking like they were suffering. Y/N and Keegan were nowhere to be seen.  

“Everyone make it back ok?” Price inquired. 

“Y/N and Keegan haven’t arrived yet.” Soap said, leaning back and putting his hands over his face. 

“Anyone heard from them?” 

As if on cue the door opened and Y/N walked in carrying a small box, Keegan following behind her.  

“Everything good?” Simon asked and she nodded. 

“We had to run some errands.” 

“What errands?” 

“Nothing big, just had to pick up a few things.”

“We really shouldn’t be going off alone.” Price said and Y/N glanced over at him. 

“I wasn’t alone sir, I was with Keegan. We were sure to keep a low profile I assure you.” 

She took the box and walked back to where the bedrooms were. Sliding the box under her bed  then going back into the living room. She sat on the couch next to Gaz and he immediately started showing her a video on his phone. Keegan was chatting with Simon and Soap, laughing at them for still feeling hungover. 

Price had to talk to Y/N, he needed to at least apologize for the way he spoke to her last night. He walked over to her and she looked up at him.

“Can we talk?”

She looked at him for a moment, her face blank. 

“No.” She finally said and then got up off the couch moving to the kitchen. 

Simon looked at Price and then at Y/N. He could tell instantly that something had happened and it wasn’t good.

“What’d you do?” He growled at Price who stood looking sheepish. 

Simon stood up and was walking towards Price when Y/N stepped between them and grabbed Simon’s arm pulling him down the hallway. 

“What did you do!.” Simon barked. 

“Stop.” She shoved him into her room. 

“Tell me what he did.” Simon was fuming and he began pacing, unable to stand still. 

“Look it’s no big deal, he just ended it last night. That’s all.” 

“Ended what?” Simon’s anger peaking 

“Ended whatever it was that we were doing. I mean there wasn’t really anything to end but whatever it was, it’s over. Now we can move forward. I mean it was highly inappropriate anyways. I was here to work and I lost sight of that. The conversation we had last night just put my head straight.” 

It wasn’t a complete lie, the things John said made it clear he had no feelings for Y/N. Thinking back on it he never did say he felt the same way. For now though she would keep the last part of her and John’s conversation to herself. Like she told Kyle, they have a long journey ahead, no need to talk about it now.

“Y/N,” Simon softened. "I’m sorry.”  

“Simon, I said I’m fine.” 

“I know you better than you think and I know that you’re hurting.” 

“Simon, like I said, it's for the best. Whatever I’m feeling will pass. Trust me. I’m dealing with it.” 

Simon hated this. She wasn’t dealing with it and he knew exactly what she was doing. She did the same thing when her dad died. She pushed it down deep and threw herself into work. It took a few months but eventually it boiled over and she broke down in his room one night so badly he had to give her a sedative. 

Y/N could see the concern on his face so she pulled the box she had stashed under her bed to distract him. 

“Here I have something to show you.” 

She reached into the box and pulled out two small boxes. She placed them in front of him. 

“Ok this one,” She opened the box to reveal a small skull pendant that looked like his mask with small diamonds in it on a silver chain. “This is for Ava. Look at the back there’s an inscription.” 

 He picked it up and turned it over to reveal an inscription that said “You're my peace.” 

“And this one.” She opened another box to reveal a sunflower pendant on a gold chain. “That one is for Clara.”

He picked it over and the inscription read “You're my sunshine.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“Simon love, we’re not going to have any shopping time and we’re going to be home for Christmas. So I took some of your doodles from the notebook in your room and got these made for you. I asked Kate to find me a jeweler that was on our way home that was able to do it.”  

“They’re beautiful Y/N. Thank you.” 

She reached over and squeezed his hand. 

“You can’t go home to the girls empty handed. Besides you paid for them, you designed them, I just executed.” 

“I paid?” He asked and she smirked. 

“What about the rest of the stuff?” 

“Gifts from Santa.” She smiled and put the box away under the bed. 

Simon sat staring at the necklaces for a bit before putting them away in their boxes. 

“Thank you again. These are perfect.” 

“Ok I think I’m going to go to bed, it’s been a long day.” 

“Yeah, long day.” Simon replied his thoughts elsewhere. “Where is the next stop again”

“Ireland.” Y/N said with a yawn. 

“Ok, night.” 

He walked back out to the living room seeing Price out on the back deck smoking a cigar. Soap and Gaz must have gone to bed because Keegan was the only one there. Simon sat next to him, his thoughts running through something he was trying to work out. He then turned to Keegan. 

“She say anything on the train?”

“No, she was uncharacteristically silent. I know things are pretty fucked though. She did tell me that.” 

“I hate when she’s quiet. It feels wrong.” 

“Listen,” Keegan turned to face Simon. “I know we aren’t buds or anything but I think we can both agree that Y/N is common ground.” 

Simon nodded and Keegan continued. 

“You need to get that Captain of yours in order and find some way to fix this because if you don’t you’re all going to lose her. Once she walks away she won’t come back. You and I both know that.” 

Simon grunted lost in thought. 

“I’m going to bed, can I leave the two of you alone?” Keegan asked, motioning to the back door. 

“Yeah I’m going too.” 

Simon got up and followed Keegan down the hall but turned off when he got to his room. He instantly got on the phone and made some arrangements making sure everything was handled before he went to sleep. 

In the morning he got up and wasn’t surprised to see Y/N sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. The two of them were always the early risers of the group. He grabbed a cup of tea and sat down next to her. She smiled at him and slid a package over to him

“This came for you this morning.” She stifled a yawn. “A courier dropped it off.” 

Simon grabbed the package and opened it peering at the contents inside. 

“Keegan left too. About a half hour ago. He said to say bye.” 

Simon nodded but his attention was on the package. 

“Anything good?” Y/N asked curiously. 

“Actually yeah. It’s from Laswell. I called her last night. Y/N we’ve bounced around enough, if Bako is going to find us I don’t think one more flight is going to change that. So I got Laswell to change up the tickets.” 

“What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying we have tickets on a flight this afternoon that will take us home.”

“Si, does that mean…” 

“We’ll be home by tomorrow morning.” 

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The curse of the dark Phoenix

Chapter 17: Catching up

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“Should we catch mister Remus up on what happened the past fifty years?” Patton wondered as they walked towards the nearest village.

Remus had reluctantly accepted a cloak from Virgil to hide his altered form from the villagers.

“Oh Virgin told me everything already. Gussy got a promotion. All it took was every other great mage and above to kick the bucket. Except the high mages probably aren’t actually dead. The great mages… I saw some of them before I got locked up. They looked very dead,” Remus stated casually. “We’d all be stuck where we were if you three didn’t want to play hero and go snoop in a missing mage’s tower. That’s gutsy I’ll give you that. And that’s where you found Virgin in a box!”

“Stop calling him that,” Roman insisted, feeling Virgil’s annoyance at that nickname.

Remus turned to him with a smirk. “When he gets some I’ll stop calling him that,” he promised.

That… Confused Roman. Virgil had boyfriends before. Many from the sound of it. He didn’t think Virgil would be inexperienced… Virgil seemed amused by that statement, so he probably wasn’t.

Not something Roman wanted to be thinking about too much actually.

“Didn’t…” Patton started, but Virgil interrupted him.

“Anyway. My love life aside. There is a chance that there are some allies around who will help us no questions asked. Thomas is king, I don’t worry about him. It’s the council I am not sure about and I’d rather have the gang complete and agree on our story to keep these three out of trouble on the off chance this whole thing goes belly up,” Virgil explained, indicating Roman and his friends.

Roman was about to interject, but Remus interrupted him.

“So we gotta nap,” he said, clearly annoyed by that part of the plan. “Eat, and then go find Janni without any clue where to find him?” he surmised.

“Well, we have some clue. We have an area within which we need to search. We can start from the center and then go from there. Which just so happens to be… Here,” Virgil announced as they came upon the village.

“Oooh, I remember this one!” Remus cackled. “Didn’t you have a cult here for a while?” he wondered.

“Not a cult. Just…” Virgil tried to correct.

“Dude they had tattoos. It was a cult,” Remus grinned.

Virgil sighed. “You stop one forest fire,” he muttered.

“How long is ‘a while’?” Logan wondered. Which was fair. A while for them might mean something entirely different to them than to the centuries old mages.

“A decade or two,” Virgil admitted.

“Dude, babies were born and raised on the idea that you were an actual god,” Remus chuckled.

“It was a very isolated town back then. Not many travelers going through, let alone mages. Few even knew it was there,” Virgil explained.

“And worrywart Virgin kept tabs on those wittle settlements like a good wittle high mage,” Remus teased.

“I wasn’t the only one,” Virgil pointed out. “You are more of an outlier than me in that regard.”

Remus shrugged. “Anyway, Virgie finally had enough of the worship every time he checked up on the wards and asked me for help setting things straight. I’m pretty sure they still thought we were something divine for a good while after that… I think that kid… Damian?” Remus mused.

Virgil nodded. “Once Damian was found to be gifted and he went to school, he managed to convince his family and neighbors that magic, while powerful, is not an indication of the divine,” he recalled. They made their way to one of the larger buildings. Not the inn though. “Ever since, I’ve been treated as a welcome guest,” Virgil mused.

“And I as a scary reminder to treat you as a person,” Remus grinned, elbowing his friend in the side.

Virgil chuckled and knocked on the door. “Here’s hoping for allies,” he mused.

Not much later, a woman in her early twenties opened the door.

Virgil relaxed. "Daughter of James, son of Adam?" he guessed, pulling his hood back just a bit.

The woman gasped. “You are here,” she breathed as she ushered them inside.

"Grandfather will be thrilled," she said in an excited tone as she led him onward to the living room where an elderly man in his seventies was seated along with a man in his late forties or early fifties. They both rose from their seats, the eldest a bit less fluently.

"Please, stay seated," Virgil bid, making the eldest gasp. "Virgil... it really is you," he whispered. Virgil pulled back his cloak, revealing his cursed appearance, the man seemed unphased.

"Hey, Adam. You look good," he smiled fondly.

"No need to lie," Adam chuckled, tears welling up in his eyes. "When we got the message... I didn't think I'd see you this soon. But I came here because I knew that if you did end up in the area, this was where you'd look for aid," he explained shakily. Virgil gently guided him back to his seat. "Well, I found Remus in the area, so I couldn't just pass you by. What message, though?" Virgil wondered. Adam pointed at the table. A messaging stone.

"The phoenix has risen," Adam said weightily. "That was the message," he said. Then he took in Roman and his friends. "Are we all allies of the high Mage?" he asked firmly.

"They are good, Adam. Man, you got serious while I was away. I remember you being much more fun," Virgil chided playfully.

Adam smiled fondly at him. "Well, what I am about to reveal could put my family and our allies at risk, so I have to be cautious,” he offered apologetically. “We are the guardians of the Phoenix secret. We shared information on your last years and those of other high mages that kept in contact with the common folk,” he explained. Then he leaned forward, looking Virgil in the eye. “There are wizards and mages the council has no knowledge about. No one knew what the ritual that would allow them to become great mages entailed exactly I'm afraid. And we didn't stumble upon it while we tried to educate free thinking magic wielders as we'd hoped. But still, you'll have plenty of students of varying ages eager for some more guidance. Many of them have lost a loved one to the plague and did not accept the official explanation for their passing. They eagerly await word from you," Adam explained.

Virgil chuckled. "I should have known you'd keep your trouble maker tendencies even after taking over as caretaker of the town," he mused.

"But it's good to know there will be mages around to help guide the official magic community." The cursed high mage decided. "I'll help them as soon as we know what happened to the other high mages. We already found the smoldering heart and the frozen tempest. I'm sure there will be more returning to help soon," he promised.

"How can we help?" The other man, James probably, wondered eagerly.

"We could use someplace to rest for an hour. Food. And information. Anything about where Janus silver tongue was last seen or anything about a basilisk in the area," Virgil summarized.

"We won’t need a big room," Remus assured them as he pulled a flustered Patton closer by the waist.

"I'll fit this one in my lap," he mused. To which Patton made a high pitched squeak.

"Don't make him uncomfortable Remus,” Virgil warned.

Remus let go of Patton. "Came Vigini!" He whined petulantly. Roman was at a complete loss as to what he just said. And then Virgil responded in kind.

Roman was pretty sure no one in the room knew what the heck they were saying.

Remus seemed to be on the defensive and Virgil seemed both skeptical and intrigued.

Roman felt a nudge. He looked beside him and saw that his friends were looking at him expectantly.

“What?” he whispered.

“What are they saying?” Logan asked, rolling his eyes as though that was obvious.

“I can’t read his mind. I need some more context and even then it’s an educated guest. Remus is trying to convince Virgil of something. Virgil is not impressed. That’s all I got,” he whispered back.

“Got on what?” Remus asked curiously. Roman glared at him, not willing to say anything if Virgil hadn’t.

“Oh, Roman and Virgil have a magic bond and they have this cool thing where they talk without talking now,” Patton summarized helpfully, glad that he wasn’t the topic anymore Roman assumed.

“Really?” Remus said intrigued.

“It was an accident,” Roman insisted. “When we found Virgil’s ashes I didn’t expect to be touching human remains, I panicked and tried a cleansing spell and then Virgil started to reform and my magic mixed with his and now here we are,” Roman insisted.

“It is probably for the best that it did happen though,” Logan pointed out. “We would likely not have been so quick to trust Virgil had it not been for Roman being so connected to Virgil’s emotions,” he pointed out.

“I might not have stuck around you guys for longer than necessary to grab some supplies and hand you a favor before getting home if I hadn’t felt your shock and worry. It alerted me that something was off and made me more cautious. Slowing down, as frustrating as it was at the time, probably was beneficial to preparing and planning the rescue mission,” Virgil admitted.

“Well, good that things turned out how they did,” the woman who’d initially opened the door for them said.

“My brother and his wife run the inn. They’ll have some space to spare and the resources to cook you a proper meal,” she offered.

“Thank you,” Virgil smiled before turning to Adam. “We’ll be on the move as soon as we have somewhere to go, but I’ll be back to catch up once things have settled,” he promised.

Adam nodded gratefully.

Logan offered their hostess the map. “The yellow circle is the area within which the high mage Janus should be found. This should help you in gathering relevant information,” he stated.

The woman nodded and then took them to a different building.

As they were guided outside, Roman gently touched Virgil's arm with his own to get his attention but not be noticed by someone else, specifically Remus.

Virgil glanced towards him, picking up on his attempt to be subtle.

Roman looked back at the house where the two elder men were watching them go to wave at them and then turned to Virgil curiously, already having his suspicions. Virgil smiled, fond accusation in his eyes. Roman turned away from him, embarrassed. Virgil subtly nudged him in comfort. Glanced back and showed his nostalgic affection for the young man Adam was when they knew one another. Then he looked at Roman, flooding him with the inferno of affection, completely consuming the embers of what remained of whatever once existed between him and Adam.

Roman felt a little silly for being jealous of an elderly person. But Virgil didn't seem to fault him for that.

"You weren't kidding. This is gonna be fun," Remus chuckled. Great. So he did catch on.

“Drop it Remus,” Virgil sighed.

“Aw come on V. You haven’t had a magic bond since school. It’s a little intriguing,” Remus shrugged.

“That you know off,” Virgil stated, making Remus gasp offended. “You bonded with someone other than me or J on purpose?” he asked. Virgil just smirked and walked on. Though Roman could tell he hadn’t just made that up to rile Remus up.

He wondered who he’d chosen to bond with.

"Jessica! Peter! Guests for Grandfather. They need rooms and a meal!" Their guide called out they entered the Inn. Behind the bar stood a young couple looking surprised at their arrival. Middle of the day was not exactly rush hour.

"We don't need to use the beds, and we only need the space for an hour," Virgil promised gently. His hood once again securely over his head. "And we got gold to pay," Remus added.

"Um. Well, the rooms are just cleaned out and I don't expect anyone till dinner. So uh... how many rooms?

"A single one if there is enough space for all of us to sit comfortably," Virgil offered. Tossing Remus a warning glance to which the high mage pouted.

Jessica nodded, grabbed a key, and led the way.

"Here you go. I'll have a stew and some bread ready when you get back," she offered as she opened the door for them and handed Virgil the key.

"Thank you," he bid before closing the door and turning to the group.

"Everyone knows the drill. Roman I want to try and see if I can teach you a few things about being a phoenix high Mage while resting. Are you okay with that?" Virgil asked.

Roman frowned, pretending to be confused for a moment before coming to a realization. "Like how you showed us your memory for clues," he guessed so no one would know there'd been a much more recent experience for Roman.

Virgil nodded though his emotions searched for confirmation. He wanted to know if Roman wanted it to be like last night or like the first time.

Roman pressed on with confidence, indicating his desire for them to be one again.

"Ooh first a magic bond, now sharing a dream? Virgil you always had favorites, but you're never so obvious about it," Remus teased.

"Shut it Remus," Virgil warned as he locked the door so they wouldn't be interrupted.

"I'm being serious!" Remus insisted, throwing an arm around Roman's shoulder. "Seriously, seriously though," he whispered in Roman's ear. "He is thick as a rock when it comes to guys liking him." Roman doubted that but Remus' ignorance seemed to be a source of amusement for Virgil so he didn’t correct him.

"But I'm pretty confident he likes you. So when you make your move, lay it on thick," he advised. Roman was taken aback. He hadn't expected to get Remus' approval. Not that he'd wanted it. Virgil's as the only approval that mattered.

Still. He appreciated the gesture, even if he was not going to admit that.

"Get of me," he huffed as he broke from his maybe great something uncle's grip. “I think I am currently a bit more aware of what he does and does not feel than you,” he pointed out dismissively before turning to Virgil.

"I'd love that. Thank you," he told Virgil. He could hear Remus sigh defeated. Thinking he'd failed to be a good guide for his 'nephew' probably.

"Alright. Come sit with me. We have an hour," Virgil reminded him. Roman nodded and joined Virgil, where he sat on the floor. They sat themselves back to back.

"Wanna cuddle?" Remus suggested to someone. Probably Patton. "No, thank you," Patton squeaked.

"Great, now there's four," Logan muttered. And then it went quiet, and Roman could focus.

He was five and looked up at his grandfather with big eyes. Under the wonder and excitement there was surprise that was not his own.

"Roman, my boy. I will tell you the tale of the birth of the marvelous town me, my father and your father grew up in," his grandfather said weightily. “It was my father’s first memory. They traveled through an icy storm to find a new home to live with his parents and everyone from their former village. A band of rogues with terrible magic means had ransacked their village, poisoned their lands.” Roman could vividly imagine it, though he hadn’t at the time. Those bands of rogue wizards specializing in weather magic, turning it against the kingdom to send everyone in disarray.

“And no aid was coming for them, so they packed up and tried their luck elsewhere.

They were forced to travel under terrible circumstances Roman, but they had to find shelter. So, they braved the storm,” grandfather said dramatically putting his grandchild on the edge of his seat. “And finally, the gods heard their prayers for mercy and the storm died down. Just as they found themselves in a valley near a forest, a river between them and predators, but not impossible for humans to cross so they could hunt for food in the forest. They stood a chance at survival.

But my father didn’t remember that day because of the storm or the miraculous appearance of the perfect valley to live in.” Grandfather leaned in closer. “Not even for the white-blue feline monsters that emerged from the forest, jumping over the river with ease, just as they had settled in.” Roman gasped in shock.

“No. He remember it for what happened right after his father covered his fear frozen body with his own. Through his embrace he saw a bird, black as night swoop in between them and the advancing monsters. They cowered away just as the majestic creature lit up in purple flames and turned into a man. With a mere gesture of his hand he sent the monsters back to the forest. He stood there a moment, light pouring from him and encircling what would become our town,” grandfather said. “And then he turned and knelt down to meet my father’s gaze. And you know what he told him Roman?” Roman shook his head, entirely enraptured.

“He told him that he’d sorted out the issues with the neighbors and that they should have pleasant weather for a long while. And they did. And we do. Only gentle snowfall and regular showers to water our crops, a rare late night thunderstorm to enjoy from the safety of our homes. It was, and still is, a magnificent place to live,” grandfather said wisely.

“I suppose that is a no to moving with us?” Roman’s father said from behind him. The memory shifted.

He was sat in his dorm room reading a bundle of poems.

"Roman," Logan's voice called. "Will you please put that down? This is important," he insisted.

"I'm not slacking," Roman insisted. "These are written before the plague and honor the great mages of that time. Uncensored " Roman pointed out.

"Really?" Patton gasped. Nervous and excited at the same time.

Logan was silent. Craving the hidden knowledge, but also well aware that if the Council knew about this book, they'd probably ban it. It had likely been overlooked due to it being poetry. They weren't supposed to learn anything about the magic of that time if it was not vetted and deemed safe by the arch mage...

"Listen to this," Roman said, encouraged by the fact that no one was stopping him. "The flame of night, endlessly bright upon the crowd. The sky had fallen, the stars were enraged, yet it did not phase the mage of night. And thus he tamed the blazing stars, docile the hellhound laid at his feet,” Roman cited gently.

“Wow… That’s kind of cool,” Patton breathed.

Logan hummed, not wanting to admit that he agreed.

“Too bad that such magics led to a plague,” he pointed out.

“Yes, but still… I wonder what it was like, to live like that. Not having to worry that you offended Her,” Roman mused.

They didn’t mention the goddess of magic out loud when they could help it. His friends knew which ‘Her’ he meant.

“We will likely never know…” Logan sighed, also not happy with having their magic so limited.

“In any case, I found something… Peculiar,” the diviner of their group stated, shifting topic.

“What’s that?” Roman asked.

“The arch mage. There is nothing to find about his death. Not the date, not the cause. Not even that he died. His death should have been a state affair. But there was no mention of it made ever. He just seems to, disappear,” he informed them.

“Wait… He might not be dead?” Patton asked confused. They’d all assumed he was dead. But Logan was right there should’ve been some sort of record for that. If there wasn’t then that meant…

“Who is searching for him?” Roman asked.

“I don’t know, but they aren’t successful, clearly,” he stated.

Roman grinned, he knew that glint in his friend’s eye. That was the same look he’d had when they made their pact to become mages.

“What do you say we offer some help?” Logan suggested.

“How?” Patton wondered.

“I have been doing some research, there is a ritual that can elevate us beyond ordinary mages. It is difficult and dangerous, as we have to connect with the very fabric of magic on a deeper level. Being rejected is extremely likely, and who knows what might happen if we are. But with ample preparation, I believe we might succeed,” he announced.

Roman looked to Patton and then to Logan. They were once again on the same page. They’d take on this challenge together.

Roman let go of his hold of the past and felt himself be gently pulled in another direction.

He was lying in a field under a starlit sky. Minding his breath. Stardust next to him. Staring up at the endless void of dark and light.

"What are you doing?"

His concentration broken, he glanced at the boy who'd managed to settle at his side without him noticing.

He looked back up to the stars. "I am trying to commune with Magic," he explained.

The young man gasped. "You can do that!?" he whispered incredulously.

"Sort off," he said. "It takes a lot of focus though," he explained.

"What are you saying to her?" His student wondered.

He was silent and looked at the 14 year old. He didn't need to know about his suspicions. "I asked for some guidance," he said simply.

That got him a long moment of silence.

"Why did she make you a phoenix and not a dragon?" The teenager asked suddenly.

"Because I'm not a dragon. I'd be a terrible king," he stated.

"You're a great teacher," the young man countered. He chuckled. "I'm alright, I suppose," he allowed. "I wouldn't give it up for the world," he mused. The young man nodded in understanding.

"Want to comune with me?" He offered. In answer his student laid down next to him.

He blinked and he was in a hallway looking at his student. Now a young adult. He was eying the doors nervously. It was a different room, a different building and a different city. But it had the same design and the same function as the one he’d entered for his ascension.

"You will be fine. I'll be here when you get back," he promised.

"Thank you," his pupil said. "For sneaking me in here," he added.

"No problem. I wish I'd gone behind everyone's back when I became a great mage. I hated the whole circus," he admitted, making a face. His student laughed. "Well, see you later," the young mage bid before walking in and closing the doors.

He took a deep breath and held out his hands, a little pouch with herbs on his wrist. He had prepared the room. Now, he just had to activate the bubble. The guide would break the circle when it was time.

A bright flash, a gust of wind blew the doors open, and he stared wide-eyed at the silhouette of a dragon in the smoke. Then he blinked, and it was all back to normal.

His protege standing in the center, shaking. He rushed forward and embraced him. "I've got you," he promised.

"Did you know?" The young man whimpered into his shoulder.

"I had suspicions. I didn’t want that burden to be put upon you any sooner than necessary. No one has to know until you are ready," he promised.

"But the people..." the future king protested.

"Are well looked after by all of us," he assured him. "You don't need to take the crown until you are ready," he swore.

He felt the embrace tighten.

And then he was in the forest in his phoenix form his student stood before him holding one of his feathers, focusing. And then there was a golden phoenix before him.

"Welcome to flying 101. Your first lesson in preparation of ascending," he announced.

His pupil shook his head disoriented. "The phoenix senses will take some getting used to. Now, shall we?" It took a few tries and some encouragement in the face of defeat, but they took to the sky and the future king was having the time of his life. As they flew all around the lands that would someday become their kingdom, he explained becoming a high mage to him.

"You will no longer be looking up at the stars but feel like you are part of them. Like they are old friends. Magic will bend for you more easily. Like you know it's language. Basically, the same changes after becoming a mage and a great mage. But more extreme. You won't notice right away. Only when using spells at first.

As if you subconsciously give yourself more time to process. It's a lot. But once you get comfortable in your new body, magic will be as natural as breathing." he explained.

"How do I ascend?"

"When you are ready, you focus like you did when you first connected, and this time, you let it consume you. You will not disappear. You will be one with magic. When you are ready to accept that, it will happen as it should."

They flew in silence. "You will be there, right?"

"Until you send me away," he promised. He angled his body to gain altitude above a forest and then he dove down again. Heading straight for a castle. A new castle. One that would survive several centuries of both peace and war. But now it was shiny and new, only a decade old, built as crown jewel of the chosen capitol.

He landed in the courtyard, human once more. His student stood before him, surrounded by curious, confused, mages.

“Do you have it?” the younger mage said nervously.

“All taken care off,” he promised with a bow of his head. “You’ll do great,” he promised before walking back to give the soon to be high mage his space.

The young almost king took a deep breath and in a blaze, spread his wings and took to the sky. Growing bigger and bigger until a fully grown, golden dragon flew loops around the castle, letting out a mighty roar and flying off.

Virgil smirked proudly and conjured a table on which he laid out the newly made golden crown and the ten swords that had left the fire only that morning, enchanted and made ready for their pledge an hour ago.

When the king came back from marking his territory, he would be crowned and nine mages would be chosen as his advisors and confidants. Together the ten of them would reflect the ten main gods. Remus would often be jokingly referred to as the unofficial eleventh representative of eclipse, only showing up when it pleased him.

He looked up and blinked against the sun.

And then he was standing in front of the inn earlier today looking at Roman slowly transforming, before his eyes. His hair growing longer his skin changing color and then suddenly he was blinding to look at, for a moment he thought he saw wings and half expected to see a Pegasus appear. But no. When he could see him again he was a gorgeous white horse with golden eyes, though he could swear there were some red and purple hues in his manes when he moved his head and the light hit it just right.

He blinked and he was flying through the temple. To his horror he saw Roman taunt Remus into attacking him. For a terrifying moment he thought he was watching one of his closest friends torch a man he’d come to care deeply for in a dazzling short amount of time.

But the yellow and green flames Remus produced turned golden and red and even a little purple as they bend around Roman as though protecting, no embracing him.

Roman started glowing himself becoming one with the flames, making it just one whirling storm of fire.

And then it became a silhouette of a phoenix, bursting from the wave of flames with grace and regal purpose. It actually intimidated the chimera for a moment. Then the fire phoenix closed its wings and shrank down, leaving behind a faintly glowing Roman. Who still stood his ground like nothing had happened.

That idiot.

“Hey! Love birds! Wake up!”

[godtrauma]

return of the cuntiest url on this site 🙏 killer header btw

omg thank you 🖤 i literally stole it from the coolest car decal i’ve ever seen

[fizzytoo]

[embarrasingmf]

guys an I going crazy or did jensen get a new tattoo???

if that’s always been there (not the zeppelin knot, the one above it for clarification.) then I’m gonna be so embarrassed😭😭

[disengaged]

i wanna live on my own again …. i’m so ready to put my books on a shelf and my clothes in a closet

[shatterthefragments]

I’m becoming who I’m meant to be, slowly.

I’m inhabiting my body as a home as I make it such that it is a home for me.

💖😌✨

Also it’s a lovely studio! Masks required, hepa filters running, quiet area, but still near a bus route, was quiet once some of the people left (my artist was also super surprised that all of the tables were in use when they arrived at the shop too!!) and even though we didn’t chat (they put in their faq basically that they often forget to chat so bring headphones or whatever to do while they work) it wasn’t awkward or anything. It felt like such a safe space and I adore it so much :) (and it’s more local to get to than the other one that I’m definitely also going to go back to too at some point hopefully this year) (yay local queer owned covid cautious studios!!!!!)

[binders-and-beanies]

Pondering bottom surgery in the tags I mf guess

[bioswear]

I peeled my saniderm off and didn’t cry 😂

Update to my DrakeNieR iconography sleeve that I’ve been patchwork designing into a cohesive sleeve. I have a strong vision and I’m determined to see it through.

Thinking about tackling my elbow next and just getting it over with LOL 🥴

Black Box + Lunar tears: Tattooed by Ella Baer

Final Song Flower Band: Tattooed by MourningMisery (IG)

Ornate YoRHa Hand: Tattooed by Giulia Covelli

[girlvinland]

Sent in a booking request to get a new tattoo, so we will see if she wants to do it!

[princeofyorkshire]

getting tattooed as we speak!!!!!

[professionalnihilist]

[rosicheeks]

I will not be anonymous about this!

The vibe you give off is hopeful.

Right now, life is hard, but you don't give up.

You see all the bad and acknowledge it, but you don't give up.

You have been hurt in the past, but you don't give up.

Your heart is pure. Your soul is indomitable. Your will is invincible.

🥺

[southislandwren]

Oh actually I think some of my resentment towards my friend stems from the fact she addresses me as “hey girl” like 1. not a girl 2. if I told you that I would immediately be in serious danger seeing as you’re radically christian and we live in south dakota.

[madigoround]

I’m back on my ‘trying to think of a good ptsd/child abuse survivor tattoo’ bullshit

[milo-is-rambling]

If I’ve gained nothing good from my med increase at the very least I have stopped picking the skin on my lips to the point that I no longer dry enough patches to actually pick at. I am calling this a win. Also my med increase has been good in general but yknow. Life .