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We Walk Like Humans Do, Chapter 2

The Transcendence has been, on the whole, a good thing for magical creatures... for the ones that walked on two legs and fit in doorways, at least. Lacie has other problems to overcome before she can live in the big city.

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Oh, my stars. Alcor hasn’t laughed this hard in lifetimes.

Chapter 2 of Wizard Animago’s Not-So-Secret Spellbook - Everything You Already Knew About Transfiguration and Literally Nothing Else

Hi, I’m 18Lacie5 and I wrote another chapter for you humans. Everyone was really confused on my last post and seemed to think it was a joke, so I’ll start out by answering the five most common questions you had.

1 - Yes, I am a basilisk.

2 - No, I am not the basilisk from Harry Potter.

3 - No, I do not live in the Chamber of Secrets from Harry Potter.

4 - No, I am not the horcrux snake from Harry Potter.

5 - No, I am not in any way related to Harry Potter.

Are we all on the same page now? Good, because holy shit some of you really missed the point here. I got a visit from one of you with a replica of Gryffindor’s sword, and that was so annoying I didn’t even feel bad killing him - like dude, all that tells me is I KNOW you read my post about not coming down here, and then decided to come down here anyway ‘cause fuck me, right?

(The sword wasn’t even that good. It was made of cheap plastic, snapped like a spine.)

Anyway, despite all this the last post was fun to write, so I’m doing it again. Also it seems like the number of visits from treasure hunters has gone down since I posted, though it’s hard to tell. There’s not really a consistent number from year to year, and the day I start keeping a deathcount is the day I give up on life and buy a mirror to see if I can kill myself with my own reflection.

For science, you know?

Alcor’s read the entire blog by now and it’s just perfect. The snark, the sarcasm, the casual disregard towards human lives that could only have been written by an ancient and powerful being - it’s hilarious! And the spell entries… man, he could listen to Lacie tear apart someone’s Latin any day of the decade. If only she could come to some of his summons; she’d have so much material to work with there.

With a chuckle, Alcor looks up and glances around the darkness of the Mindscape. He needs to show this to someone. But who? Mizar? She’s only a year into the current reincarnation… hmm, she might be a little too young to understand it. Lucy Ann’s somewhere around; he probes for her, and finds her - dammit - during naptime at some kindergarten in Portland.

Anyone else?

…

No one else.

There’s absolutely no one else in his life right now. That’s… that’s a fun reminder.

He sighs, and sits back on the fabric of reality. Maybe some cultists’ll summon him; he could read them a blog post, see if they laugh. That’d be fun, right?

Al narrows his eyes at the great nothingness before him. It’d be something, at least.

...You know, he can feel a little tug now.

A weak one, just one summoner, and no circle. That confuses him at first - even the real amateurs usually manage to scribble out some sort of rounded shape - and when he looks closer, he sees it’s holding one of his summoning cards, holding it in its… hand?

No, not quite a hand, and Alcor jolts right up as he realises shit that’s Lacie trying to call him, shit he didn’t think she’d call him back so soon! How long did he keep her waiting? It’s been a couple hours - shit!

Alcor tessers over to her in an instant, his mouth already open and spilling apologies: “Oh my stars Lacie, I am so sorry for the delay! I got distracted and I didn’t think you’d call back so soon so I wasn’t watching as closely as I-”

A deep, rumbling growl cuts him off. It’s a deafening sound, coming from a creature lounging on a pile of bones and gold with teeth the size of Alcor’s entire body; he can’t help but cringe at that. He takes a deep breath, remind himself that he’s an all-powerful demon who definitely doesn’t need to be scared of some mere mortal… even if she is pretty scary for a mortal.

You know, relatively speaking. He isn’t scared, he just thinks she’s scarier than, like, a human. Like a human from that pile of human skeletons she’s smashed into the wall. Yeah, that’s not scary at all. That wouldn’t kill him… looks like it would hurt, though.

He double checked he isn’t standing near that spellbook she’s bound to, right?

Just as he’s thinking this, Lacie lets out another even louder growl, and he jumps back with an undignified yelp.

“Hey, whoa, Lacie!” Alcor watches her head shift to the side. “Lacie? Hello?”

She doesn’t reply, and he looks to her face for an answer. He sees one of her eyes now: it’s closed?

Closed.

The realisation washes over him as she lets out another slow, rumbling snore.

“Oh. You’re… you’re just sleeping, aren’t you. Duh.” He straightens, and casts a glance around the room as he fixes his tie and straightens his hat. “Glad no one noticed that… Lacie?”

She doesn’t stir, and Alcor makes a face. He’s never turned up to a summons and had the summoner fall asleep; would she want him to wake her up? Her dreams feel pretty peaceful to him, and even though that thing - is that a giant laptop? - she’s using as a pillow doesn’t look particularly comfy, it doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.

Yeah, it looks like he should just let her call him back… but there is something. Embedded in her sluggish thoughts, he can feel a sort of drive, a sort of desperation, and that makes him hesitate. He looks for her tail, and spots it still wrapped around his summoning card, still squeezing it in a death grip.

Alcor frowns. He watches her snore one more time, then makes up his mind. With a deep breath, he reaches out and prods at her thoughts; they immediately begin to stir. He prods again, and Lacie lets out a grunt. Her eyelid cracks open, and she drags a sleepy glare across the room.

Her gaze meets his, and he feels pain, pain in his soul, his soul feels like it’s being pushed out through his ears ow ow OW- and he recoils, unable to bear it for a second longer.

Wow, he thinks, that really is potent. What on earth makes it so powerful?

Before he can wonder about that, there’s a noise. Gold coins clink against each other as Lacie jerks up, blinking hard, panic flashing in her aura. Alcor holds up his hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me!” He looks down as she fixes her eyes on him. “Sorry if you, uh, didn’t want to be woken up, I just thought… you know, you called me, and… what are you doing?”

She’s cast the summoning card aside and is now wiggling the touchpad on her laptop. He cocks his head.

“Whoa, I’ve never seen a laptop that big. Where on Earth did you buy that?”

Lacie doesn’t acknowledge his question. She starts typing something, and he floats closer to see her login screen.

“18Lacie5. Heh, I like your username.” He watches her click on the password box and slowly, painstakingly jab each key with her tail. “E… Y… E… What? Why are you looking at me like- oh. Oh, I’m so sorry!”

There’s a faint snort from Lacie as he turns away. His cheeks redden.

“Sorry, I forget hu- uh, mortals? Mortals tend to like their privacy on stuff… it’s kind of useless since Al-V can hack into pretty much any computer on earth - um, the Alcor Virus, that’s Alvie.” He hears the typing stop, and suddenly wishes he’d chosen literally any other topic in the world. “Um, not that I would make him hack into your computer! I’m just saying he could, and he probably has already… um, I just made him to get rid of Twin Souls though, you’re fine! O-or you should be fine - you don’t, by any chance, happen to like Twin Souls, do you? It’s, um, this book - well it’s a movie now but it was a book - and Mizar - who is my sister by the way - well, that’s why I hate it, because it has my sister and I, umm…ugh, sorry, it’s gross, my sister and I, we’re- huh?”

A low hiss makes him look back, and he sees Lacie - ow - staring right at him. She gestures to the screen, which has a word document open on it with big, bold letters.

“Oh, you want me to read that?” He floats closer, and frowns as he reads the first line:

Im pretending 2 type rite now 2 see how long u wil ramble 4 wtf youre still going and now twin souls no nono why r u explaning i actually cant take the awkwardnes i got 2 stop u

Alcor blinks, then shoots her a dirty look. The noise coming out of her now sounds an awful lot like snickering.

“Wha- I was just-! I just wanted to clarify the hacking thing I said, I-!” The snickering gets louder, and he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m a little rusty at small talk, very funny. I’d like to see how awkward you’d be if the only practice you could get is on a bunch of cultists in basements. They’re not exactly social butterflies either, you know!”

Lacie just keeps laughing, and Alcor… well, he puts on a show of crossing his arms and heaving a long-suffering sigh, but he’s fighting a smile.

It’s strangely nice, being here. Lacie’s strangely nice to be around; she already feels - and he has to remind himself he’s only met her twice - almost like a friend? Maybe he just has a low bar these days, but he hears her laughter, and… it’s just very, very nice. Nice in a way that’s hard to describe.

Nice in a way he hasn’t felt for a while.

The feeling lingers even after Lacie’s chuckling dies off, and he’s still smiling as he watches her reach for the laptop again. She jabs the down arrow a couple times, and some more, better punctuated text comes into view.

I have revised the terms of our deal, it starts, and Alcor clears his throat, squares his shoulders, tries to get himself back into business mode. He reads on: and I would like to exchange the human bones that are currently in my room for a human disguise I am capable of putting on and taking off at will.

He raises an eyebrow as he reaches the end. This is not the deal he was expecting to make. A human disguise… he can tell she’s no demonologist, that’s for sure; there’s so many interpretations of that, so many wonderful ways to tw͏is͡t her̡ ̵w̢or̵d̸s ͏a͟g̢ai͘n̸st͠ ̢h͝er-

No. He shakes his head to clear it of his worst instincts, but they won’t leave, not in the presence of such an enticing deal. Suddenly, he’s glad he doesn’t have to look her in the eyes right now; he trains them on the ground instead, and starts to speak.

“So, um… when you’re saying a ‘human disguise’, what do you mean by that?” He can’t see her face, but he can see a bolt of frustration flash across her aura. “Huh? What’s- oh right, can’t talk, uh… well, do you want me to make an actual, convincing disguise? You know, instead of, like, a wig and some sunglasses?”

Lacie nods vigourously. He watches her tap the caps key and add ‘CONVINCING’ before the human disguise bit. A part of him screams at all the opportunities he’s giving up - willingly! - but he forces a smile and nods.

“Cool, I can do that. I’ve made a few humans before- human bodies, that is, not… um.” Alcor coughs. “Anyway, I can give you a convincing human form for those bones of yours. How does that sound?”

She taps the screen.

“What…? Oh, yes, I’ll make it so you can switch back and forth at will. Good catch. Now, do we have a d̕e͇̪͍̜̻̪͘a̙̻̬̦͔ͅl̲̝͓͔?”

He doesn’t extend a hand to shake, but blue sparks spurt from his fingertips as he watches Lacie mull it over. Her aura fizzles with nervous energy, but it only takes a couple seconds for her to tamp it down and give him a firm nod. The rush of a newly made deal makes his grin go wide; he tries not to let it go too wide as he claps his hands together.

“Alrighty, then,” he says, rubbing them until those sparks turn into a full-blown fire. “One meatsuit coming right up!”

He extends a hand to the pile of bones in the corner of the room, and with a flick of the wrist he rips the energy from them all and absorbs it. The sacrifice warms him like a good meal, and he turns back to Lacie, ready to put that newly-gained power to use.

He steps back and sizes her up with his hands, a gesture that makes her aura simmer with uncertainty. She makes a low, nervous sound, and he waves her away.

“It’s alright, I just… need to remember how big a human is, how much I need to squish you down... Got it!!” Alcor readies his fingers to snap. “Okay, I’ve only done this on myself before, so there might be some kinks I haven’t thought of! Don’t worry, though, I’ll probably be able to fix them!”

Before Lacie could respond, he snaps his fingers, and his magic rushes around her like a cloud. Skin forms over scales, hair grows over horns, and the figure that remains when it disperses is unmistakably human.

It’s also falling to the ground from the height of Lacie’s head, and oh shit catch her catch her catch her - he freezes her momentum a couple inches from the ground then lets her plop, safely but definitely not gracefully, into a puddle.

“Oh, my stars! Are you okay?” Heart pounding in his chest, he dashes over. “I am so sorry about that fall, how are you- ow, okay , I’m gonna need to get you some sunglasses or something - how are you feeling? Here, let me help you up!”

He extends a hand, and Lacie… just stares at it.

Just stares at him, not moving, and he can feel panic flaring up in her aura as she can’t move, oh stars she’s so tiny right now and she can’t move oh fuck-

Alcor blinks. “Oh, right. Um, don’t panic-”

Don’t panic??? DON’T PANIC??? FUCK THIS SHE’S LIKE FIVE INCHES TALL RIGHT NOW AND SHE CAN’T FUCKING MOVE OH MY STARS WHY DID SHE DO THIS TO HERSELF THIS IS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING IDEA SHE’S EVER HAD IN HER LIFE-

“Lacie? Take a deep breath… Lacie? Lacie!” He cringes when Lacie’s eyes fix on him again. “Okay, um, I can see this is… a little stressful for you?”

She nods vigourously.

“Alright, um… don’t worry, I made it easy for you to change back! You just, y’know, gotta think of yourself being a basilisk again - or is it pronounced ‘battle-isk’? ‘Bas-til-isk’? Heh, that’s a weird word, I’ve only ever seen it written down-”

Lacie ditches her human disguise as fast as she could, shooting back out to her original form and cutting Alcor off mid-tangent. He jumps back, watching relief flood through her aura as she could move again, thank the stars she could actually move and everything’s normal sized again… fuck, everything’s normal sized again. She wasted her deal!

The relief’s spiking up into another panic, and Alcor clears his throat. “Alright, so that deal didn’t go to plan. No worries! I can’t exactly do refunds, but you’ve still got plenty of good stuff to sacrifice in here! Doesn’t bother me if this takes a few tries, heh.”

But that doesn’t calm Lacie in the slightest, because now she has to think of another deal, her mind’s blank, she’s got nothing! But she’ll fall asleep if she makes Alcor leave again… maybe she will have to go for that deal.

It’s hard to read her thoughts when they go quiet, but Alcor definitely picks up something about that deal as they’re retreating into a murky bubble of disappointment. He sees how she hangs her head at the idea, then lugs her laptop over to her, begins to peck away at the keys.

He sees that, and frowns. “Hey, uh,” he starts, and right away her eyes dart over to him. “If you don’t want to make a new deal, I’m sure we could make this one work?”

Lacie cocks her head.

“I mean, I’ve been… I know a thing or two about being in a human body. It’s been a while, but maybe I could… y’know, show you the ropes?”

She doesn’t say a word. The silence stretches, and Alcor laughs nervously.

“I-if you want. I mean, it’s been a while, but maybe I could show you enough to get around? I did technically promise your disguise would be ‘convincing’, so a couple human lessons should be easy enough to fit in, without… without another deal... um, I don’t know if you like this idea or you want me to stop talking? If you do that’s fine, I can do another deal, just give me a-”

There’s a sort of fwoomp sound, and the coils and coils of Lacie’s body seem to twist out of existence. At the same time, a human takes shape where her head was, and falls right into Alcor’s arms before he has time to blink.

“-a sign?” He finishes, and stares down at her. She stares right back, and he’d admire the steely resolve, the carefully-controlled fear in her gaze a whole lot longer if it didn’t make his soul want to push itself out through his ears.

“Oh, Okay. Wow, you’re, um… diving right in, huh?”

Lacie gives her closest approximation to a human smile, and Alcor’s caught off guard by how quickly he finds himself grinning back. An actual, genuine grin stretches across his face for the first time in too long, and he chuckles.

“Alright, Lacie, I like your gumption!” He summons a pair of sunglasses, and sticks them over her eyes. “Let’s get humaning!”

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Humaning. Lacie had taught herself many human things over the years; she’d taught herself to read, to type, to write - heck, she’d even managed to summon a demon (and in proper human tradition, had made a poorly thought-out deal with it.) She was no novice in learning how to human.

Maybe that’s why she thought the whole human form was a good idea. She was great at humaning! She’d taught herself so many of their skills, educated herself on so many of their customs, she was able to pass as one of them online… sometimes, it really didn’t feel like she was all that different from them.

After all, if she could read like a human and write like a human and think like a human, how hard could it be to walk around like one, too?

…

As it turns out, hard.

Very, very hard.

Duh.

Everything, everything is different in a human body. Sure, she thought having arms and legs would take some getting used to, but how about all this hair? How about her cramped little mouth and her stubby tongue? How about her skin? Her skin is stupidly sensitive without scales; when she was lying on the stone, she could feel every little bump in it, could feel water soaking her, making her shiver - and shivering, ugh! What an awful sensation! Even though Alcor’s got her propped her up in a chair now, her skin won’t stop whining to her that, gasp, the fabric’s a little itchy!

Whoop de fucking do, skin. Hopefully she grows a thicker one soon enough, because this is driving her crazy. She’s laughing at the Lacie of a couple hours ago who thought she’d just be able to stand up and walk out of the sewers, and oh, speaking of walking ?

Hah! Try moving them at all!

Lacie’s been without these strange appendages all her life, and moving them would be like a human trying to nod with a second head they’ve just sprouted - sometimes she’ll get lucky and hit upon whatever bundle of nerves is controlling each of these limbs, and after two hours of Alcor’s patient coaching she can make them twitch on a somewhat consistent basis, but she’s not getting anywhere fast with them any time soon.

She can only lie here, with her blunt teeth, with her papery skin, with her useless limbs…

Helpless.

Absolutely helpless.

Alcor looms over her whenever he stands up… and that scares her more than she thought it would. Everything looms over her in this form; the - she called it little - pile of treasure she sleeps on now seems like a great mountain, the ceiling she often bangs her head on is higher still, impossibly high. She sees her spellbook resting on its lecturn, and it’s about the same size as her now; she remembers how tiny it once seemed, and- OH FUCK WHAT’S GOING- oh, she’s shivering again.

Lacie frowns at that, and she lets out a noise that’s weirdly squeaky in this throat, and Alcor taps her shoulder.

(And she feels that, holy shit skin it’s literally just a hand)

“...need to take a break?” He’s asking. Frowning. “Lacie?”

She nods, quickly, and he takes the sunglasses off her face before scooting back. Closing her eyes, she thinks of being a basilisk again, and all these alien sensations fall away with a flood of relief. Lacie is herself again; she takes a long moment to savour it, to lounge across her sleeping pile, to listen to her scales scratch against the stone floor, to open an eye and see Alcor as a tiny figure in her field of vision.

“That looks comfy.” He says. He’s grinning, but she can barely make that out. “Darn, I should’ve moved the chair, too.”

The chair? She lifts her body, and finds the chair she’d been sitting on, crushed beneath the weight of her coils. With a little chuckle, she sweeps it out from under her, marvelling at how tiny it is - how tiny she was.

Alcor laughs, too. “Sheesh, you flattened it. I think it’ll be easier to make a new chair.”

Laying her head on the ground, she lets out a lazy snort.

“…um, when you’re ready, I mean.” He adds. “Or we can stop, if you’re tired? I can-”

She heaves herself up. Ugh, she is tired - it creeps up on her. She can’t sleep though, not when she’s so close, so fucking close to getting out of here.

“Oh, okay… are you sure? We’ve been at this a while, I really don’t mind taking a break…”

Lacie tugs at that mental link in the back of her mind, and feels herself switch back into human form again. Unlike switching the other way, this form greets her not with a flood of relief, but with a host of silly little complaints: her back hurts, the stone’s not comfy on her face, it’s cold, she’s wet, on and on and on and she just wants it all to shut up… but, she will admit, there is one thing she likes.

Alcor hoists her up on one of those tiny little chairs she’d been laughing at just a second ago, and she stares at him, and she feels awake.

Completely awake.

She can’t remember the last time her head’s felt this clear, and it’s a pity she has to spend half her human time fidgeting in a seat because otherwise it’d be amazing. Is this really how bad the energy situation had gotten down here? Wow, she really needed to get out of here, and fast.

“Hey, Lacie?” Alcor’s saying something, and she looks over at him. “So I know you said - or, uh, indicated, anyway - that you didn’t want a break…”

He pauses expectantly, and then, seeming to realise she isn’t going to follow it up with a ‘Yes?’ clears his throat.

“Right. Well, I kind of would. Like a break. If that’s okay with you.”

Lacie blinks.

“You know, we’ve been doing this for a while, and I’m thinking maybe we could do something else? You know, it could be something fun! It could be something like, um, like… oh, do you play Scrabble?”

She shakes her head.

“No? Oh, I guess that was a longshot… how bout chess? I know there’s like, online chess… no?” He frowns at her continued head-shaking. “Alright, well… What do you do for fun down here?”

Lacie thinks on that for a moment, then turns her head towards the laptop.

“Oh, your laptop? Nice, nice.” He grins at her. “I love your blog.”

Wait, her blog? He’s read that? He likes that? The surprise must be showing on her face, because Alcor starts laughing.

“Yeah, it’s hilarious! I was actually so caught up reading it, I didn’t realise you were summoning me! I love just how sarcastic it is! It’s amazing!”

Lacie blinks. Is he… gushing? Is Alcor the Dreambender gushing about her blog?

Is this her life?

“Man,” he rambles on. “that joke about a killcount, that was great. I just don’t get why it’s not more popular! Humans, they just don’t have any taste… they’re, heh, they’re too busy reading Harry Potter, amirite?”

He nudges her like he’s made some kind of clever reference, and she snorts at him. Okay, wow, demon or not, this guy really is an absolute plonker. She loves it.

“Haha, yeah! They’ve been, uh, playing Quidditch too much to read your stuff! Yeah! Or they’ve been, um… making swords? Making- I should stop now, shouldn’t I.”

With a big dumb grin on her face, she nods.

“Yep, that was getting out of hand.” Alcor rubs his neck. “I just wanted to say I really liked it a lot. It was funny.”

Lacie’s grin got even bigger.

“So, uh, you really have been down here all your life, huh? Dealing with treasure hunters-” He chuckles when she rolls her eyes. “Hah, I can imagine that’s not fun! Yeah... so, uh, have you ever been outside?”

She shakes her head. Maybe before she was old enough to remember, but that was a long, long time ago. Alcor makes a face at that.

“Yeah, yeesh. No wonder you want to get out of here, no wonder…”

He trails off, and Lacie watches his eyes go distant for a second before a thought seems to strike him; he blinks, frowns, then, slowly, he starts to grin. He turns to her again, and she raises an eyebrow at the shine in his eyes.

“Hey, Lacie,” He says. “Want me to take you on a little tour?”

#transcendence au #Lacie #fanfiction

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hoodiedidnotdie · 5 years ago

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Lamb

A/n: hello, this is my first post in a *while* and also my first fanfic post on Tumblr (pls go easy on me). This is actually a story i originally shared via my Wattpad acc (freakykpopotaku (hell, need to change tht username)) so if u have nothing else to do, go check it out (im not tht active either on there /w\`)! But yeah, hope u guys like it.

Pairing : Namjoon x reader x Yoongi (not really romantic-ish)

Genre : Mafia au

Warning: minor bloodshed, tiny bit of cursing

Namjoon and Yoongi remembered clearly the first time they met you.

A Saturday afternoon, four months ago, was when they went to visit your father's coffee shop.

A last minute plan they had after the numerous meetings they had all over the place. The check ups they had to do on several of their branches throughout the districts were time consuming too.

Business was booming since one of the biggest war lords of Seoul got taken down by the police. The man made a terrible mistake of trusting and leaving matters to his newest right-hand man who happened to be a police spy. Gangs such as the Bangtan were jumping at the opportunity to claim more territory and clients.

The two men have been so busy coordinating new units to new districts all the while maintaining their innocent businessmen facade that they haven't had time in months to come visit your father who loved them like they were his own sons.

Your father was the one who took them in when they were merely street rats, giving them shelter and food when Namjoon wasn't agile nor strong enough and when Yoongi couldn't hold a gun right yet. He knew the boys never liked being restricted to one place and so the back door of his tiny coffee shop was always unlocked for them to sneak in when it was too tough and the world was too mean.

When luck turned to their side and power was in their hands, the two however did not forget the kind smile and strong comforting arms of your father. They chose to often come to visit and offer him a better place to stay even if they knew he would refuse everytime.

They never knew why your father refused to move, despite being just a street away from the unruly part of the city where crimes were commited as often as Yoongi cursed in a day. However, the two never pushed it because deep down, they were also attached to this shop where everything started.

The two Bangtan bosses always made sure of keeping the shop off of any of their enemies' radar. They never worried about the police since they kept it clean and never did any of the dirty jobs there. All they wanted was the wellbeing of the generous old owner.

However, they have wondered how on Earth your father's coffee shop has never had anything close to an attempted robbery despite being so close to the worst of the city. Namjoon and Yoongi have tried to uncover the mystery when they were younger, wandering all day in the dangerous streets behind the cafe. All they had at best was rumors about your father being an ex-war lord. They've tried all the bosses back then for answers and none of them seemed willing to give the whole truth.

On that Saturday afternoon, when they stepped into the cafe with the chiming of the little blue bell over their head announcing their presence, both men stopped midway in their motions to stare at the unfamiliar barista at the cashier,

you.

Their confusion was clear in their gaze as they watched you soundlessly freeze midway in your task, your arm stopping the sweeping motion over the counter as you stared back with eyes as big as saucers. Your father never hired anyone for as long as they remembered and has always done everything on his own no matter how difficult it was. It made them question silently about you : how special were you to get hired?

As if knowing the tension reigning the first floor of his home, your father came down the stairs in rush and snatched both businessmen's attention to him with a joyful "hello". It the three of you twist your heads almost painfully fast to face him.

Namjoon seemed to drop instantly the cold shell that he displayed to the world, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement like he used to in his younger years to reach for his father figure. Yoongi's signature gummy smile slipped right through his control before he could even stop it. The two hastily helped the elderly man down the rest of the stairs and towards a table all the while chatting animatedly like they never did in the interviews you watched on the news.

You on the contrary had eyes growing even bigger if possible witnessing the effect that your elderly father had on two of the most important and impressive up coming businessmen of the city. It made you contemplate whether to retire back to the kitchen or not. But before you could take a step back, your old man introduced you with a bright and proud signature smile.

"Boys, here's my lovely daughter, Y/N! She'll be with me from now on and will most likely taking over the coffee shop after I retire. So better start getting along right now since you will be seeing her everytime you come visit!"

The two men simply nodded in understanding as they glanced at you in mild curiosity.

From that day on, Namjoon and Yoongi slowly got used to seeing you arranging the tables, sweeping the floor or simply standing behind the counter when they stepped into shop. The three of you would exchange briefly a few greeting words like "good evening" or "it's been quite sunny these days" before the two of them drift towards your father, eager each time to conversate with him.

They remember you would often offer a small shy smile and indicate where the old man is before returning to your task after your short greetings. Sometimes they would visibly see you get flustered from having their attention on you and fumble clumsily with whatever's in your hand at that time.

Namjoon would let out an amused chuckle and Yoongi a silent 'thank you' with the ghost of a smile on his face before they head towards wherever your father was.

To them, the best animal to describe you was the lamb.

A sweet, soft little lamb.

It was not even a minute after Yoongi suggested to his partner to set the papers and contracts down for the night when someone burst through their office door. Hoseok, the man that they trusted to watch over the cafe and one who they considered as family, hurtled in out of breath looking like he'd just ran 40 kilometers in 10 minutes.

The poor man rapidly informed the two that an enemy of them had found out about the cafe and was sending men to capture your father and you. Hoseok had sent Jungkook and Jimin and a few of their people to try and stop the enemy before anything happens.

However, before he could finish, Namjoon and Yoongi were jumping out of them seats and heading towards the stairs. With a simple call of their secretary, Jin was at their side telling Taehyung through the phone to prepare 'items' and handling the two mens' expensive blazers as the three of them (+ a mildly surprised Hoseok) rushed down the steps with urgency.

A suffocating tension reigned in the car as it rushed down the streets towards its destination. Namjoon's impatient foot tapping and Yoongi murderously glaring out the window was heavily affecting everyone's mood. Even Hoseok did not dare to attempt lightening the mood and simply shared worried glances with who Jin chewed nervously on his puffy lip.

The only closest time where the two other males saw their leaders this livid was when a priceless shipment got almost taken away by another gang. Nobody had to question if that gang still exists after that.

When they finally arrived at the cafe after 10 painfully slow minutes, Namjoon climbed out of the car wearing his trusty black leather gloves with the same killing aura he had during the years where they still had to fight for their lives and Yoongi's eyes had turned eerily blank as he fiddled mechanically with the gun in his hands.

Inside the once clean and inviting cafe laid bloodied bodies piled against the walls and a horrible stench of iron filled the room. Tables and chairs were flipped and destroyed across the floor and most of the mugs and decorations displayed along the walls were in bits and pieces. Jungkook and Jimin sat at the staircase leading up to the second floor with the younger of the two holding bunched up tissues against his face. Their men stood around them with a concern written in bold letter on their forehead.

The police wasn't anywhere to be seen thanks to Taehyung who was back at their base and the people around the block knew better than to call them. Jin rushed to the maknae with a first aid kit in hand while Namjoon and Yoongi looked at Jimin for explanation.

"When we arrived one of them was just about to call in reinforcement but thankfully we intercepted. Most of them were crowding on the first floor (since the stairs are quite narrow) with a few heading up at a time. We made our way up only to see that a lot of them were dropping dead like flies. It seems like mr.(Y/F/N) is injured inside the study room but a girl is guarding the door ferociously."

"Yeah, and then she didn't believe us when we said we were sent here to help and sliced me across the fvckin face." Jungkook grunts from beside Jimin.

'A girl?' Namjoon remembers turning towards Yoongi for an answer only to see the other with an unconvinced quirked eyebrow.

Jimin scooted towards the railing to give space for the two men to pass after muttering 'be careful' under his breath.

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The shock Namjoon and Yoongi received at that instance will most likely be engraved in their mind for eternity they'd thought as they looked towards the said door.

There you, their little soft lamb, stood wearing a bulletproof jacket, arms soaked in blood up to the elbow, hand grabbing tightly a knife with a gun in the other and body in a seemingly confident and rigid stance. Your eyes were stone cold.

Time seemed to have stopped until they light up with recognition when you seem to realize who climbed up the stairs.

The weapons clank loudly to the ground as you drop them to open the door behind you to your father for them in a hurry. Your old man was slumped in a loveseat with a bloodied hand pressed against a wound on his side and a playful grin on his face.

A gun held almost perfectly and ready to shoot was in his other one.

At that moment they realized that the rumors about the ex-warlord your father was are true

And you aren't a lamb they'd thought you'd be.

#bts #bts v #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts suga #bts rm #bts yoongi #bts mafia au #bts mafia imagine #bts scenarios #bts jin #bts fanfic #bts fanfction

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hello theydies and gentlethems ! i’m zee, a twenty year old that uses she/her pronouns and resides in the est. i’m very boring, so i won’t make the introduction to me very long --- but you should click that read more and read all about ethan !!! he’s my sunshine baby and i BIG love him. anyone that hurts him ? it’s on sight. anyways !!! if you wanna plot, feel free to im me or hit me up on discord & we’ll plot up something super cool, okay ? okay ! on to ethan !!!

ETHAN MOON.

did you see ETHAN MOON on the train back to hogwarts? they’re a PUREBLOOD ( MUGGLE RAISED ) in their FIRST year as an EIGHTEEN-year-old HUFFLEPUFF. apparently they’re THE EFFERVESCENT around the grounds; most likely because they give off an aura of SUN KISSED SKIN LITTERED IN FRECKLES, BUBBLY ORANGE SODA FROM A GAS STATION SODA MACHINE & THE COMFORT OF A HOME COOKED MEAL AFTER A LONG DAY. of all the social media platforms, they’re definitely most obsessed with their PLATTER; probably because they’re EASYGOING, but also OVERLY TALKATIVE. however, on the new manifest app in mr. carlos’ english class, they’ve already managed to anonymously steal the username: BUTTERBEER.

MORE INFO.

ethan moon's lineage is nothing short of a mystery. sure, someone somewhere knows where he came from, knows his pureblooded wizard parents --- but he doesn’t quite care to solve the mystery.

you see, ethan was raised by two muggles who could never have children of their own. the first time they saw ethan with his tiny fists and his bright smile, they fell in love. he was only a few months old when he officially became a moon.

as a child, ethan was always just as happy and sunshine filled as he was now. he was loved deeply, cared for immensely, and though his family didn’t always have a lot of money, he never felt he needed it. new toys and the coolest shoes didn’t need to define him --- he didn’t let them.

his parents owned a small restaurant, and that’s where he spent a good amount of his childhood. if he wasn’t at home or at school, he was behind the counter with his mom or in the kitchen with his dad. they never asked him to work for them, but they couldn’t ever get little ethan to leave.

despite not having much money or cool things, ethan was generally well liked. he was kind and bright, smart and caring. he learned to share what he could and to laugh as often as you can. his parent’s taught him how to cook, and they taught him how to love.

all in all, ethan’s childhood was amazing. he had bad days, sure. but he was happy. he was always more happy than he ever was anything else. and his parents ? they were happy too. happy to have ethan, their son, in their lives.

until ethan was eleven years old, he didn’t know he wasn’t just a normal boy. he didn’t know he was a wizard. in fact, that was a fairy tale to him. a fairy tale to his parents ( believe it or not, the baby’s a wizard wasn’t even in the fine print ).

ethan first found out through a letter for wizarding school that he was different. he wasn’t very accepting of it at first. in fact, he didn’t even believe it. all the letters received mostly found their way into the trash.

eventually, his parents stopped ignoring it as some weird prank and started to wonder if these letters meant something. they didn’t know anything about where their son had come from --- maybe this was why.

his parents didn’t love him any less even after discovering he was, in fact, a wizard. even though they were confused as hell. but with time the three of them all figured it out, and figured out how to live with it.

his parents actually ended up being the ones to convince him to go to school in the wizarding world, it was where he belonged they’d said once. ethan was never to keen on this but it didn’t seem he had much of a choice in the end, so he ended up spending his school days in wizarding schools like most wizards.

ethan wasn’t too fond of this, really. he missed his muggle friends, missed his family. missed his muggle self. it was simpler to be a mediocre human than a mediocre wizard. but alas, he never let it bring him down. not visibly at least. and he got to spend his summer’s and holiday’s at home so it wasn’t all bad.

eventually, ethan made wizard friends too. he had a life as a wizard, even if it wasn’t the life he dreamed of having back at home. he dealt with it, always inwardly, and never let anyone know that he sometimes ( most times ) wished he could just go home.

now here’s where ethan’s intense love for food comes in. he’s a self proclaimed foodie and sure food taste’s good and he can cook like crazy but to him it’s more than that. food is family. it reminds him of learning to cook with his dad, how he did with his father. reminds him of home. the home he misses. so he cooks ! a lot !

he’s always loved having new ingredients and things to work with as a wizard, so that’s a major plus. but nothing can take away his roots ! so ethan spends a lot of time making meals his father used to make him. he’s a damn good cook and one day he hopes he can truly go home and take over the family business.

anyways !!! that’s pretty much where ethan’s at now. he’s attending his first year at hogwarts, a wizarding university, and he’s studying hard and being a dedicate student and a good hufflepuff thus far. he still loves to cook, more than anything else, and still often daydreams about being a normal muggle --- but that’s his little secret.

aside from loving food, ethan is as sunshiney as always. he’s happy and bright, can talk to anyone about anything for hours. he’s very friendly and very open minded, and he tries to be nice to everyone most of the time.

he does have a horrible habit of talking way too much about things no one cares to hear about, and although he’s ambitious he’s pretty lazy most of them time and much prefers a day in with a home cooked meal to a day flying around on a broomstick.

regardless, he’s seemingly a ball of sunshine and honestly ? he really is. he still spends as much time at home as possible, but he’s got a lot of friends and lot of reasons to love being a wizard now too.

oh ----- just don’t ask about his biological parents. even if he’s accepted that he’s a wizard, he doesn’t care to accept them or even discover who they are. it’s a topic best left alone. sunny days can turn stormy too.

that’s about all i’ve got for now !!! a little look into ethan’s life and his thoughts and personality. if you have any questions, feel free to ask away !!! so yes ! plot with me !!!

#mhq:intros #MF FINALLY #only took me like two whole days

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