#lavender overload au

[unfinishedslurs]

RIP Mike Wheeler’s heterosexuality

“Is being gay contagious?”

Steve stares at his phone groggily before putting it back against his ear. “…Mike?”

“Is it?”

“It’s three in the fuckin’ morning is what it is.” He rubs his nose, Mike’s words finally catching up to his brain. “Seriously, Mike? No it’s not fucking contagious, you’re not gonna get the gay disease or whatever from me. I promise you’ll keep liking girls.”

He’s a little hurt, even though he knows the question is innocent. They’ve been asking a lot of questions, like the inquisitive little assholes they are, but none of them had seemed like they weren’t okay with it. Until now.

“…that’s not what I meant,” Mike says. Steve realizes that his voice sounds shaky, even over the phone.

“Then what—“ he cuts himself off, realizing halfway through his bitching that there was only one reason Mike would call about this. “Oh.”

“Can you pick me up?”

“It’s three in the morning,” he repeats, even as he starts wondering where he left his keys. “Your mom…”

“Steve,” Mike pleads. “Please?”

He sighs. “I’m on my way.”

Mike is sitting on his doorstep when he pulls up, head in his hands. Steve doesn’t have to get out of the car, he stalks to the passenger door with all the vitriol of a boy with too many emotions to hold in, and wrenches the door open hard enough that Steve worries he’s going to break it.

“Watch it, noodle arms,” he says, trying to pretend this is normal. Maybe if he acts like it’s not well past midnight, Mike will relax.

It doesn’t work. Mike slumps in his seat, not bothering with the seatbelt. “Can you just drive?”

Steve drives. Doesn’t really know where they’re going, but it doesn’t matter. Just away seems to suffice.

He eventually pulls into a side road

“I’m scared to even touch another guy now! Because apparently hugging is gay when you’re older, and so is sleeping in the same bed, and telling your friends you love them, and…and I’m fucking scared all the time, ‘cause what if they’re right? How do they know? How can they tell by just fucking looking at me? It’s bullshit!”

“Shit, kid,” Steve says, heartbroken. “Shit. C’mere.”

He pulls him close, and Mike turns his face into the crook of his neck, shaking. His shirt collar starts to get damp.

“I don’t know what to do,” he cries. “I thought it was normal, I thought everyone was just…so scared all the time, and we just didn’t talk about it. But then you said that thing about being afraid and pushing it down, and I didn’t— I tried to ignore it. I tried so hard not to think about it, Steve, I swear I tried.”

“I know you did,” he says quietly. It hits him that he might be the only one who really gets it. Eddie gave up denying it long ago, deciding to evolve into something else for them to focus on. Robin’s a girl. Which doesn’t mean jack shit in most cases, because being a lesbian fucking sucks in a town like Hawkins, but girls aren’t as obsessive about it. Sometimes when they compare notes, Robin will just stare at him.

Mike shakes his head. “I don’t know what I did wrong,” he mumbles tearfully into his shoulder.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Steve says with a surprising amount of vehemence. He grabs Mike by his scrawny little shoulders, pulls him away so he can look directly into his bloodshot eyes. “Not a damn thing, do you hear me? There is nothing wrong with you, and anyone who tells you otherwise deserves a swift kick in the balls. Got it?”

Mike responds by bursting into loud, messy sobs.

Steve just keeps holding him, running a hand through his hair and soothing him gently, like he wishes someone had done for him or Robin or Eddie when they were young. Finally Mike pulls away, embarrassment starting to set in.

“Sorry,” he mutters.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Steve asks instead of a meaningless platitude he knows Mike wouldn’t accept.

Mike gives him a suspicious look. “I guess.”

“I’m scared too. All the time.”

“No you’re not,” Mike snorts. “You don’t need to make me feel better just because I’m a pussy.”

“I’m not joking,” he says. “Why do you think I dated girls? Why do you think I went through so many lengths to hide it? It’s fucking terrifying, man. But you know what makes it less scary?”

“Dating girls? Marrying a woman?”

“No.” He pokes Mike’s chest, right over his heart. “People. Friends who love and accept you. Friends who know what you’re going through, even.”

“Do you…” Mike chews his lip. “Do you think Nancy would be okay with it? With me?”

“Absolutely I do. She was okay with me, wasn’t she? And I was her boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but it’s different when it’s your family, right? Sometimes people don’t care if someone is… people don’t care until it affects them. Do you think Nancy is like that?”

He knows Nancy isn’t like that, but that's a talk they’re going to have to have themselves. “I really don’t,” he encourages. “I think she’d be really glad to know this part of you, actually. She loves you.”

“…I know,” he says, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t… we made this dumb no secrets pact the first time the Upside-Down happened, I don’t know why. It’s stupid. But…I don’t want to keep secrets from her anymore.”

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Edwin, Charles, and Monty (Professor AU)

Going to a gay bar is something rather new for Edwin. Or, rather, something once lost and since rediscovered, like a well-loved doll or pot that has settled between the layers of sediment for some distant future to discover, still carrying love in its long-ago-fired clay.

Edwin only went out to a place like this once or twice, in early college, with Crystal and their friends, and then he got together with Simon when they were reintroduced by a friend who thought they’d make good friends-

Edwin had three years of freedom before beginning to date Simon, and he didn’t take advantage of them.

Sure, this has never really been his scene. He's always been a bit too overwhelmed by crowds and too much sensory overload. 

But what this place means. Being proud of himself. Being open with himself. Being allowed to love himself, out in the open.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, before those hands pulled me from the dirt

No one stays the same

You know what goes up must come down

Change is a thing you can count on

I feel so much younger now

-Miley Cyrus, Younger Now

@deadboy-edwin @icecreambrownies @anonymousbooknerd-universe @ashildrs

@fandoms-princess @orpheusetude @jaysbraindump

@pappelsiin @itsbitmxdinhere @rexrevri @sweet-like-h0ney-lavender @saffirez

@the-ipre @sunnylemonss @days-light @agentearthling @helltechnicality

@sethlost @catboy-cabin @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @vyther15

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound

@nix-nihili @mellxncollie @tumblerislovetumblerislife @lemurafraidofthunder

@likemmmcookies @wr0temyway0ut @thelakeswillbreakourfall

@sapphic-corgi @occasionaloneshots @troublegoblin

@natureismynature

[purpleyoonn]

The Line Between Love and War 7

C H A P T E R  7:  

THE AMA’S AND BLUSHING

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: anxious feelings, some drama, insecurities, becky g to the rescue, safety issues come up, not too much going on, a slight shutdown*, relationship first, actual soulmate bonding begins now, 

Taglist: @azazel-nyx​​  @yuzon3​​ @hannahdinse8​​ @quirkybtsarmy​​ @mageprincess7​​  @fluffy-canada-pancakes​​ @suckerforv​​ @chaoticthingpizza​​ @drissteele​​ @carolinexkpop​​ @avadakadabra93​​ @lachimolala22019​​  @justaweird0​​ @singukieee​​  @welcometomyworld13​​ @toughbook​​ @kimana122​​ @kpopmultistantrashsstuff​​ @0funsite0​ @joyless-living​ @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered​ @elliott-calls​ @psychosupernatural​  @kyuupidwrites​

*shutdown: an autism shutdown, or autistic shutdown, is when a person’s brain becomes so overloaded they can’t control reactions or they become totally unresponsive or frozen. Shutdowns are related to meltdowns. In the case of a shutdown, the person will feel as though they might be trapped in their body, unable to move or respond to any external stimulus. 

Masterlist // Chapter 6 // Chapter 8

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

You nod your head at his question, not knowing if you could accurately answer his question without knowing the context or possible situation he could be referring to. Namjoon just takes your answer for what it was, a probability. Nodding in his own way, he then goes to ask how you feel about attending the American Music Awards that were to take place the next day.

“If it’s okay, I think I would like to go, but I don’t want to be on the red carpet. I don’t want to take the event away from you all and I don’t think I’m comfortable with being on it.” You were honest with him, something he would never fault you for. He was happy you were being honest with him and with yourself.

“Don’t worry baby, we can work things out with Seungho. I’m glad you are going with us though. I know we would feel more at ease with you by our sides.” He moved forward, catching you slightly off guard as he placed a sweet kiss to your cheek before getting up and leaving you to your thoughts and the wordsearch across your lap.

You were dreaming, you had to be. Like, there was no other option that your brain agreed with. You had to be dreaming, and your fantasy seemed way to out of the park to be considered real.

You were currently in a light purple, almost lavender, silk soft dress. It had straps that were a couple inches in width, making you feel more comfortable with the fact that it had a deeper cleavage then you were used to. The dress went to the floor, and the stylist gave you heels to wear. It showed off your soulmarks, something the boys were extremely happy with. 

There was something so primal about your soulmate showing off their soul mark, their connection to you. The boys were possessive in nature, something anyone could see, and it extended to you. You were their mate and for you to have your mark on display, it had them buzzing. 

You had never worn heels before and waddled like a baby deer as you entered the room the boys told you to go into when you were done. It’s where you knew you had to be dreaming as most of the boys were in various stages of undress, Namjoon only in his boxers as he stood near the clothing rack.

You were gaping at them, wide-eyed for a couple of seconds before blinking quickly, trying to figure out if you were truly seeing what was in front of you.

There was no way you weren’t dreaming. It makes sense.

Only you would come up with a dream where BTS were your soulmates and they were currently undressed in front of you. There was no way it was reality.

Taehyung was the first to notice you, smiling big as he moved to where you were standing, watching the door be closed by Seungho. You were just standing there, eyes wide as you practically stared at the rest getting dressed. He didn’t care about his own state of undress, pants barely buttoned as he walked in front of you.

He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, but he had seen the look in your eyes before. The small glint in the corner where you questioned everything. You wore it a lot in your dreams where you tried to rationalize everything. He could only guess that you thought you were dreaming, more distinctly you thought you were dreaming that they were your soulmates.

He knew from your dreams over the past week that you still didn’t truly believe that you were their missing soulmate. It hurt sometimes, Jimin clinging to him as they talked about how they would convince you, past what they were already doing.

“Hey baby.” Your eyes shifted to now focus on Taehyung, who kissed you on the forehead before gripping your hands in his and leading you to the small two-seater that was next to his dressing area. It was then that the others began to notice you were in the room.

“Hey pretty girl.” Hobi had come up with his shirt half unbuttoned to greet you, hand locking with yours as his eyes moved slowly down your figure, taking in every inch of you he could see. It had you growing flustered, their touch slowly moving the dreamlike haze from your eyes.

“Hi Hobi.” Your voice was quiet as you tried to hide the blush growing on your cheeks. Now that their touch was bringing you back, you were beginning to grow flustered at the amount of skin the boys were slowly covering. It seemed they were trying to see how slowly they could get dressed.

Once they realized you were in the room, watching them get dressed, their stage personas came out and they made to see how quickly they could fluster their youngest mate. Jimin especially was having fun with this, winking at you as he slowly pulled his pants up his thighs and over his hips. He had you looking away the fastest, a win in his eyes, seeing the blush you had on your neck and cheeks.

Jungkook, however, saw things differently. He was the first to finish getting ready and was quick to move to where you were sitting and wrap you up in his arms. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and snuggled in close, loving the blush that was accompanied by the warmth of your arms covering his own that wrapped across your stomach.

“You look beautiful in this dress, baby.” His words brushed across your shoulders causing tingles to move down your spine, both his tone and his breath across your skin being the cause. You could practically feel the heat of his words against you, the temperature in the room spiking because of it.

“You look good too, Koo.” You turn to look at him, your eye catching on the way he played with his lip piercing. You didn’t even catch his eyes looking you over as you turned back around.

“Jungkook, you’re going to get your suit wrinkled. Come here, princess.” Jin had come up to you, knowing that you were getting overwhelmed and Jungkook was about to catch the attention of their head stylist, none of them wanting to witness her fury at the sight of wrinkled clothing.

He helped you stand up, hands on your waist as he held you steady on your still wobbly legs. Heels were not your thing and you didn’t think you would ever get used to them. It was then you realized that everyone was ready, only a few hair touchups needed from the game Jimin and Yoongi were playing.

“You really do look beautiful, baby. This dress looks amazing on you.” He grinned, loving the purple on you knowing what it represented to them. You just reached down, rubbing slightly at your heels as you responded.

“Yeah well, my ankles aren’t going to look so amazing once the night is over. I feel like a newborn deer.” Your words were rung true by you trying to walk forward, legs shaking and almost falling over.

Taehyung caught you, a hand on your back as he steadied you. He held a smile on his lips as helped you walk to the door where the others were now waiting.

“Let’s go my deer.” You only shook your head at his attempt to make you smile, the others laughing at Taehyung’s pun.

The plan was for you to leave the vehicle after the boys exit for the red carpet. You would be driven a little further down where you would be able to walk behind the red carpet backdrop and in to the Microsoft Theater where the awards would be taking place.

Seungho would accompany you into the theater and help you find where you were to be seated. You were assured by the boys and Sejin that you would have your own seat with the boys, that you would be able to sit there while you waited for the boys to join you.

There were three other security members with the boys, making sure nothing happened while on the carpet, doing interviews and taking pictures. They were also to ensure that nothing negative was said about you or the bond, which didn’t matter so much to you as it did to the boys.

The car was not silent when you arrived, each of the boys moving to hug you and reassure you that they were only seconds away if needed. Namjoon especially was worried, knowing exactly how the media would spin even the slightest breath in a negative way.

“Boys, please. It will be okay. I will have Seungho with me and I will just be seated in our assigned spots. Nothing is going to happen.” Okay, maybe you were optimistic about everything right now, but it was only to save face. You were really anxious about the entire night, not wanting to do anything that would upset anyone, especially the boys or army.

Once the door was opened by one of the security team, the boys sent you worried glances as they exited the car, Jin blowing you a kiss before the door closed behind them. You could see all of the photographers lined up and already taking pictures of the boys, some even trying to catch a glance of you in the car.

It was already rumored that you would be in attendance, a picture of the seating arrangements having been leaked the day before when it was being set up. This had the boys worried, but everyone was reassured by Sejin that the team had been prepared for this.

The management team for the boys had already prepared in the event that their last mate would be found, knowing the amount of attention that would be aimed your way. They knew people would try and do anything to get even the smallest glance or fact about you. 

The headphones Yoongi had bought for you, the ones you wore to the concert, had already been sold out the following day. Army worked quick in finding out which ones you wore and acted fast, buying out the entire stock through multiple stores.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. Taehyung had even taken a short video of you and posted it to twitter with the caption “army at it again”. In the video, you had your mouth open wide in shock as you look at the website for the store Yoongi had gotten the headphones from. Jungkook was leaning over the back of the couch to look at your screen and pointing at it, laughing as he knows extremely well how quick army could be.

Seungho had opened the door for you when the car stopped again, this time towards the back where you could safely make your way to the theater and to your seats.

“Are you ready for your first appearance, Y/n?” He holds his hand out to help you out of the car as he smiles at you.

“Not at all.” You smile back, thoroughly in awe at how quick your life changed. Just a week ago, you were in your hotel room about to make your way to the Line store, and now you were at the AMA’s with your idol soulmates.

You were quiet as Seungho led you through the slightly narrow walkway and into the theater where you were met by one of the coordinators. After a quick talk where he had to show his badge and your own, he led you down to where the artists would be sitting.

While you were looking around the theater in awe, the boys were being interviewed and having their pictures taken on the carpet.

“Now, I think congratulations are in order. I believe everyone has seen the announcement of you guys finding your final soulmate.” The interviewer gestures to the surrounding people as she spoke.

“Is there anything you can tell us about your final soulmate?” She finally asks the question the boys were waiting for. Namjoon internally sighs as he moves to answer.

“She is the sweetest person. She has a big heart and it feels like we’ve known her forever.” He doesn’t even have to fake the smile or glint in his eyes as he talks about you. Jimin moves forward a little as he leans closer to one of the microphones.

“Y/n is beautiful and we are doing our…best to get to know her better.” He stumbles a bit as he tries to find the right word but he gets a pat on the back from Namjoon, making him feel he did good.

“Well, I’m sure army is extremely happy that your bond is now complete.” Yoongi wants to roll his eyes at the woman’s comment, knowing that her tone was anything but happy.

“We actually have another question that has come in from some comments on our twitter page. The fans want to know if your final mate is an army and who her bias is?” This question has the boys looking at each other, wondering if they should answer or not. Jin decides to take the microphone.

“She is army and her bias is BTS.” The boys all internally applaud their eldest mate for his quick thinking, some even trying not to roll their eyes at his blatant wink at the end.

The woman just laughs, obviously fake as she was hoping to stir up some kind of drama. She tries to ask another question but is told by one of their team that her time was over. She doesn’t even say any goodbye as she walks away from them, her cameraman following.

“Wow.” Jungkook mutters under his breath, Hobi agreeing.

“I knew we would get some questions about Y/n, but not like that.” Taehyung says low, knowing they don’t need anyone listening in, despite speaking in their native Korean. They never knew who could translate or speak their language while in the states. Look at you, they didn’t expect for you to be able to speak almost fluent Korean when they found you.

Almost every question they had received so far, besides one of the interviewers they were more familiar with, had been about you. And while they loved that they were able to talk about you and show the world how much they already loved you, it made some of the boys feel weird.

-*-*-

You had found your seats, almost right up front with an amazing view of the stage when a man had walked up to you. Seungho was quick to usher you behind him as he moved forward to stop the man from coming any further.

“Excuse me Miss, you cannot sit there. I’m going to have to ask you to move to the designated seat filler area until the show starts.” Seat fillers were regular people who had to go through some kind of vetting process to be able to fill the seats within award shows. They typically moved from seat to seat so it looked like the audience was always full whenever an artists had to leave.

Seungho, who held both of your passes, just looked at the man and held his hand up, preventing the man from getting closer to you like he was trying to do.

“We have our passes right here. This is her artist pass.” He hands the man your pass hoping this would resolve the issue.

“Is this some kind of joke?” The man now looks angry as he holds up your artist pass with your name on it and the logo for BTS, the word soulmate accompanied underneath in bold writing. He tries to move past Seungho to grab your arm but Seungho is quick to push the man away.

“I can assure you this is not a joke.” You were quiet as Seungho moves to protect you from the now visibly angry man.

“I’ve never seen this pass before. It doesn’t even look like an artist pass. I’m going to have to ask you to leave if you don’t move to the seat filler area.” He spits at you both like he would be just as happy to physically remove you.

“Why would you think this is a joke, Sir?” You ask the man, making both heads turn towards you, Seungho with a weary look and the man who seems to pause at hearing you speak.

“There is no way you can be their soulmate. Look at you.” He gestures to you, not even caring that other people were now looking your way, other artists and celebrities who had now begun to enter the theater for the awards show.

The words coming from this man’s mouth make Seungho’s blood boil. Of the week he has known you and been assigned to be your head security, he has seen how insecure you had been about everything, including your looks. He is aware that there is some trauma from your home life that aids into your insecurities, but he doesn’t know the full story.

Either way, that is never how you should talk to or treat someone. But before he could say anything, someone else interrupts.

“Oh my goodness, girl! You look amazing!” You see Becky G walking up to you and bringing you into a hug. To say you were starstruck was an understatement. You had been watching her videos since she was on YouTube, growing up listening to her songs.

When she pulls back from the hug, she turns around to face the man. “Is there something wrong?” She has an arm around you and the other on her hip as the speaks to the worker. He just starts to sputter like a fish, trying to figure out what to say.

“You know this woman?” Was what he managed to spit out, looking between you and Becky with confusion.

“Of course! She is one of my friend J-Hope’s mates.” She gestures to the two couches that have the words “BTS and Soulmate” on the cards resting on the cushions. Becky looked between the man and the placard with a raised eyebrow, not even waiting before taking your pass from his hands and handing it to Seungho.

“What’s going on here, baby?” Namjoon asks, looking at the scene in front of him. They had heard as they were walking towards their seats and you, that there was a commotion going on. The rushed to where they knew their seats were, just hoping no one was giving you any sort of trouble.      

“Nothing Sirs. I just didn’t uh, didn’t realize—” The man began to stutter, trying to think of a response that wouldn’t get him into trouble when Seungho interrupted him.

“He tried to remove Y/n from her seat as he didn’t think she was your mate or belonged with you. Miss Becky came and helped her when she saw what was going on.” Seungho explained, causing the group to glare at the man after sending smiles towards Becky who was still standing with you.

At the audience you were receiving, the main coordinator for the event had come down to see what was going on. It was at this point that Jimin and Hobi decided to come over to you, checking on you and give thanks to Becky.

“Here baby. Why don’t you sit here with me.” Jimin spoke softly to you, not knowing how this incident could have affected you; you were pretty silent as you looked up at him. He was unable to read your emotions, causing him a little panic as he brought you over to the second couch, sitting you in the middle where he knew you would be surrounded by them.

You watched Jimin fuss over you, trying to push the words from your lips to tell him what happened. You could hear Hobi and Becky talking, him wanting to get her story as he also greeted his old friend.

You turned your head, looking for Namjoon only to see him talking to the head coordinator as the man was escorted away. You watched the woman gesture your way and the firm nod from Namjoon.

He came over first, kneeling in front of you as he grabbed your hands to hold.

“Baby, the main coordinator is going to come over to apologize for the coordinator and for his actions. I just wanted to let you know.” He stood up but continued to hold your hand as the woman walked over.

“Hello Y/n. My name is Susan and I am the main coordinator for the American Music Awards. I just wanted to apologize for the actions of Tim and to let you know it will never happen again. If there is anything you need for the night, please don’t be afraid to let one of us know. I will have two additional guards up front for you and you can let either of them know if you have any problems, okay?” Susan had a kind expression on as she talked to you. She seemed genuine which helped to soften the emotions you were holding in.

“Thank you.” You managed to push out, the words sounding like a mumble as you did so. It made you worry that she wasn’t going to hear you, but the smile and no you received was a relief that you didn’t have to try and repeat yourself.

Susan said a couple more words to Namjoon before leaving. Namjoon took his spot on your other side, while Hobi sat next to him. Namjoon had an arm around you while Jimin had a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles into the fabric covering your skin.

“We should have been with you.” Namjoon muttered under his breath as his grip on your waist tightened. He could see the nail marks on his palm, could feel them on forming on his palm as they were being interviewed. He knew it wasn’t his doing and could only imagine what was happening for you to do that.

He moved his hand, turning your palm over so he could see your own palm, to see the red and irritated marks. He didn’t say anything as you watched him bring your palm up to your lips, kissing at your unfortunate habit.  

The lights began to go down as the stage was lit up. You could see the microphone being set up and the curtains being drawn as you sat back in your seat. There were so many things you wanted to say, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to get them out.

“We’re here baby.” Jimin whispered as the cameramen began to film the crowd, moving passing your small group as they did so. You could feel the familiar warmth moving up your spine as your bond began to settle one more. Ease moving through your body as the tension left, excitement now filling your body as the host walked on stage to start the show.

-*-*-

During their ending performance, the boys made sure to keep you in their line of sight, unknowingly making some of the cameramen record you for reaction videos. You were incredibly self conscious, especially after that coordinator’s comments earlier. You tried to ignore the camera’s but you kept fiddling with your bracelet and fingers.

When their performance was over, you stood up and clapped for them, the camera still on you even as your boys walked off stage. It was nerve wracking for you and you honestly couldn’t wait for the cameramen to leave.

However, despite the small incident in the beginning, and the annoying cameramen, the night was amazing.

The boys were nominated for and won Artist of the Year, Favorite Pop Duo/Group, and Favorite Pop Song with Butter. You were unbelievably proud and couldn’t stop smiling the entire way home, feeling like a proud army as the boys cheered and danced around in the car.

They planned to have a live for armies once at the hotel, after showering and changing. They decided to skip the after party, not really wanting to go anyways, but also just wanting to chill and relax at the hotel. You had decided with Seungho that while the boys were changing and showering that you would go to the store and get snacks and a small cake for them.

You didn’t need to shower quiet yet, just deciding to wash you face and change into comfy clothes once you got to the room. The boys had showered together in small pairs, not wanting to waste water and wanting to be done faster.

As they showered, you left a note for them that you would be taking Seungho with you. Surprisingly, you managed to get snacks and drinks back to the room before they even noticed you were gone. You had managed to make the couch and table look nice, decorating it with snacks and the small cake. You even got champagne and glasses out so they could celebrate normally.

When Namjoon walked out and saw your efforts, he didn’t even blink before he was walking to you and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thank you, baby.” He whispered against your lips, opening his eyes to see your own open wide in shock. He took a step back, about to ask you what was wrong before his own eyes widened.

“Oh my, baby I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think.” Namjoon spoke quickly, his hands held up as he apologized. He had taken your first kiss without a thought in his mind. He began to pace back and forth in his own little area as you stared ahead, your cheeks and neck entirely red as you couldn’t help the blush from forming.

Kim Namjoon was your first kiss. And it wasn’t a dream.

You tried to get his attention, but it was no use as he moved back and forth. Finally, you decided to just move to him, hugging him and catching him off guard. When he stopped pacing, you looked up at him, arms still around his middle.

“It’s okay.” You smiled up at him before moving away quickly, your own embarrassment catching up to you as you began to fluff the pillows on the couch and move the snacks around as you waited for the others to be done.

Namjoon couldn’t help but to blush as well, smiling down at you as he moved to grab his phone for the live. He set it up on the entertainment center across from the couch, leaning it up against the television. They hadn’t wanted to bother Sejin for his phone stand, so they went with this.

By the time everyone was done and ready, the blush on your cheeks had barely gone away, alerting everyone to your own feelings.

“What happened baby?” Jimin had smirked your direction, his tone light and teasing as he leaned on the couch.

“I uh- I kissed her.” Namjoon blurted out, making your entire bond group gawk at the tall man. Taehyung couldn’t help but to start clapping.

“Wow, Joonie! Didn’t think you had it in you.” The boys began to tease their mate, each of them getting their fill before the camera turned on and the live started.

You were sitting in the kitchen at first, your own little plate of snacks on the table as you watched them do their live from your phone, wanting to read the comments. You listened to them joke around and thank Army before the comments turned to you.

“Is Y/n okay?”

“What happened to Y/n before the show started?”

“Did Y/n almost get kicked out?”

You turned your head after a couple comments, wanting to know if the boys had seen them or not. By the way Jimin and Jungkook, who both had their own phones out for the live, turned to the others and whispered or pointed, you knew they had.

“Is Y/n okay?” Namjoon read the comment aloud, turning to Jin before answering.

“Y/n is fine, everybody. There was an incident before the show started, but everything was handled pretty quickly.” Namjoon did his best to respond in a way that didn’t explain what happened but let everyone watching know that it was settled.

“She is actually here now, watching the live as well.” Namjoon added on at the end, wanting to ensure army that you really were okay. They all were happy for how concerned their fans were for you, it made their hearts swell even larger for army.

He gestured for you to come over, much to your own contented feelings for where you were sitting. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin spoke to the camera, “Be right back army!” before moving over to where you were, placing his arms on either side of you and caging you in against the table.

“Baby girl. You don’t have to come over, but it would ease the worry and concern that army have for you. If you don’t want to, you don’t, you can always just shout out that you are okay and that everything is fine.” Jimin whispered to, remembering the conversation you had with them about being in front of the camera.

You looked over to where the boys were, trying to chat and joke around while waiting to see if you would come over. You could see them glancing over every now and then.

You knew you would probably be brought into a vilve at some point, and figure now was as good a time as any to do it. You were a part of BTS whether you liked it or not, and this was a part of the territory.

“Okay.” You whisper back, looking up at Jimin as he began to grin down at you, placing a quick kiss on your lips before moving back, winking at you and bringing you over to where Jungkook and Jin had made space for you to sit.

You felt awkward, wondering how the boys did this all the time as you relaxed into the couch. Jin and Jungkook both put an arm behind you, Jin rubbing his hand in small circles on your back.

“Army, this is our final soulmate, Y/n. Please love her like you love us.” Hobi spoke up, large smile on his lips as he gestured to you, making you smile back and wave shyly at the camera.

“Hello Army. Thank you for your concern. I am doing okay.” You answer the previously asked question, not knowing what else to say. Taehyung, thankfully, saved you from further embarrassment as he shouted out “Yoongi, marry me!”

The rest of the live turned out better than you thought. There were not many questions aimed your way, but you shared that your favorite color was blue, you were from California, and that your ult kpop groups were BTS (of course), Ateez, Iz*one, and Twice, but that you also listened to others as well.

The boys also learned something new, not even realizing that you listened to other groups besides them. They had gotten a little jealous that you liked another kpop boy group, but would wait until later to tease you.

The night ended with plenty more kisses and cuddles after the live ended, discussions of how the week would look, and falling asleep in each other’s arms as you squeezed in together on Jin and Yoongi’s bed.

Next Chapter

[burning-sol]

so its not really super fleshed out yet beyond the concept (i had to scrap the whole plot because i switched directions and there was Too Much of it) but basically, its a roaring 20's au

its set in a alternate history of Prevarus where the gods and magic both slowly fell out of favor, technology and innovation taking their place. Now Ranz is this huge bustling city of night lives and blinking lights. The gods still exist, but they have basically none of their power anymore and just living among the normal citizens

Rumi (or Rumiracle as the public eye knows them) is a famous singer and movie star, Peter is just a random guy who just got fired from his job as a rock sorter and has been invited to tag along to one of Rumi's shows to cheer him up, it so happens that Rumi went to a psychic a few month prior that told him a plain looking bespectacled man would change his life. blah blah romance ensues.

the story is mostly just Peter and Rumi connecting and finding themselves through each other. Rumi grappling with their own identity and doubts about their fame and Peter with his insecurity and also the angel that has been living in his blood ever since he made a deal with a sketchy guy on the street to wingman for him. fun stuff!

that's basically all i got, btw its called lavender smoke because of the lavender cigarettes Rumi smokes (wants to fit in but cant stand the smell of the normal stuff etc etc)

its going to be very Vibes and character focused i think

Oooh this is rlly cool. Very fun concept!! Anyways, I can't wait for Peter to be fucking blinded by a sensory overload and die instantly (joke). Anyways, I can't wait to get more time to hang out with Peter's friends and get to know them better (no clue if this will happen). Anyways I can't wait for them to make out and have se- *gets shot*

[awkward-outsider]

The Owl House pt4 

*** This one is gonna be super long~! Also it has some spicy bits now the line, 18+ content so be forworn, and as always when talking about Alador they're is some spousal abuse mentioned.***

Eda and Lilith to share everything when they were little, that " with this spell declared let the pain be shared." worked both ways, when Lily got the common mold, and was stuck in bed. BAM! Suddenly Gwendolyn has to sick children.

Eda was very proud of herself, in her delirium.

Lilith had a hard time toward the end of Hexside, she saw all these lovebirds around her, (Raine/Eda & Alador/Odalia) it was confusing and something she began to bury with in her.

Eda hid a lot from Raine in the relationship of their youth, whether it be the curse or the crumbling relationship with her family, Eda didn't want to hurt Raine even if that's exactly what happened in the end.

In turn during the rebellion Raine kept thing from Eda, they just wanted to protect each other.

***AU*** After the Day of Unity, Raine and Eda renew their relationship.

The Owl House, is not a total hub of children, running around just a bunch of weirdos who, finally have a place to belong. In the Whispers-Clawthorne family.

Alador has a hard time differentiating between a suggestion and a command.

If Darius suggests he take a break/has a nap/eats and drinks something, he automatically thinks it's an order with no room for discussion.

Darius tries to remind him as often as he can that this is only a suggestion, especially if Alador responds on instinct with a robotic answer ie; yes dear.

Darius wants him to do these things because he cares not because he want to control him.

Alador has a hard time making decisions for himself, after 20 + years of being told what to do, where to do it and how, just to appease Odalia.

Now that he has so much freedom not only for decisions for himself but more important responsibility for his children, it becomes horribly overwhelming, ( ie; cue burnouts and meltdowns.)

His children and Darius help him the best they can, it cause shame at first, and lots of guilt but his support system has been the best it's been in decades.

One of Darius favourite things to is pamper Alador.

ie: Drawing him a bath and the man knows how to do it, bath salts, bubble bath, he even makes sure he uses smells that do not give Alador sensory overload, (Light lavender scent perhaps.)

He helps him shave, sometimes they will do face masks together, Alador doesn't like the slimy face masks that come in the packages, but he will do clay or cream masks.

Sometimes Alador will eat the cucumber slices off Darius' eyes, just to bug him, which earns him an indignant look from the head witch.

****NSFW UNDERCUT********

After the pampering session would usually lead to more intimate times afterward.

Alador is a switch, while Darius can be a real pillow princess.

Alador is on top half the time, but he likes to be given orders, and be told what to do and how to do it, especially if he gets praises afterward, he definitely has a praise kink.

Darius has had a fair few sexual relationships in his adult life. While Alador has only had sex with one person in his lifetime, the mother of his children, and those experiences weren't....the best.

All and all Alador is new to a lot of things. He is bisexual (head canons) but he has never been with anyone but a women, Darius as a gay man (Headcanon), is thrilled to show him this brave new world.

Darius is happy to show that sex can be a fun and pleasure experience for both lovers.

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Alador shares a particular trait with his son Edric, they both get easily distracted very easily, especially if it pertains to their special interest. It constantly exasperates their love ones.

Alador could be having a lovely picnic date with his lover, when a fairy/butterfly/insect flies by, and that boy is gone.

Cue Darius' facepalming and going after him to make sure he doesn't fall to his death.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH TROUBLE Could i maybe 👉👈 request a soulmate au thing with joker? ik youve done stuff w him and affluent girls before but maybe like. idk. the one where you dont see color until you lock eyes set prior to him and his siblings being taken in by the baron? ofc if soulmate aus arent your thing then please disregard this !

OF COURSE LOVELY!!

sooo I wasn’t sure to take this as you wanted an affluent girl or you wanted someone a bit more middle class/poor in the same boat as him, but, I tried to make it sooooorta ambiguous??

but anyways I ADORE soulmate AUs so this is totally fine!! I think I’ve really only written a handful of things for various types of soulmate AUs before, and only like maybe one or two on this blog, but I really love them so I had fun!

I hope it’s good tho~

also I will genuinely cry over Lavender Blue, it’s my favorite lullaby <3

Your world has been passing you by in various shades of grey for too long, and you’re starting to think you’re doomed to never find the one you’re supposed to find.

It’s something everyone in the world knows, that you don’t see any kind of color at all until you look into your soulmate’s eyes for the first time. You’ve heard horror stories about people who die without ever seeing a single hue, and that terrifies you more than anything.

Even now you go about your life in a sea of black and white, desperately searching for any sign that you might be close. Every day looks the same, and every person is made of the same dull lack of color.

Some of your friends try in vain to describe it to you ― what it’s like to have the world painted in real colors. Without having seen it for yourself, you know you can’t possibly understand. What does red look like, you wonder? Blue? Green? Yellow? Are there subtleties you can’t even imagine?

Your thoughts wrap you up in anxiety as you make your way down the street. You’ve been so lost in them, you scarcely realize that you’ve made your way to a section of town you’ve never been to before… until you hear a velvety voice cutting through the rest of the surrounding noise.

“Tom, he was a piper’s son he learnt to play when he was young and all the tune that he could play was ‘over the hills and far away’ over the hills and a great way off the wind shall blow my top-knot off Tom with his pipe made such a noise that he pleased both the girls and boys they all stopped to hear him play ‘over the hills and far away’…”

It’s a kind of voice you’ve never heard before; not overly deep, but rich and charming. It draws your attention immediately, and you turn your head to find the source. Almost certainly it’s a street performer, so you’d like to give him something for his effort.

There he is, on a street corner that’s fairly close to where you are right now, among a small group. They all look so beat up, down on their luck, though the singer has a smile on his face.

Just as you step toward the group, the singer turns to look at you, catching your eyes with his, and suddenly your world changes in an instant. It’s like everything blossoms from the inside out, into more shades than you’ve ever seen. The sky is entirely different from the buildings, the carousel of people’s clothing is distinct against the cobblestone below their feet, and it’s an overload.

There’s so much new information for you to process, out of nowhere, and you find yourself staring at the singer more than anywhere else. That hair, long enough to spill over his shoulders, it’s a color you can only guess at the name of. It’s muted, and bright simply for the fact that it’s brand new.

God, you love it.

Everything else about him seems so much more stunning now too. The angles of his face stand out, the sharpness of his eyes contrasting with the kindness shining within them. It’s as if he was carved from stone just to be here in this moment with you.

As soon as the two of you lock eyes, his song catches in his throat, choked off. That makes it unmistakable; it’s not a coincidence and it’s not someone else. He’s seeing it too, the bursting to life of his vision, the vibrant colors that have bloomed into being.

That look! It’s as if you’re the first sunrise he’s ever seen.

… Well. Maybe, in a way, you are. And he’s yours.

He’s… breathtaking.

You get closer, and you happen to notice the strange way his thin coat is hanging off his frame. Once you’re right up close to him, it becomes clear why. He’s missing an arm, leaving that coat sleeve to simply dangle in the wind.

Without a word, he notices your gaze, and his face colors. Oh, God. That’s what all the books mean when they say someone is blushing…? A small step back.

Like he’s giving you a chance to bow out. A chance to run from fate. To pretend this never happened. To not choose him.

Instead, you slowly pull £2 from your pocket, offering it in his direction.

He looks at the money as if he’s terrified of it. Just like you, he’s never seen the hues of the banknotes before… though, you wonder if he’s ever seen a banknote close like this at all. His look of wonder suggests not.

He appears to recover quickly, however. He clears his throat before offering you a shaky smile. “Well! My apologies. I didn’t knoo ye had a request. What d’ye wanna hear, darlin’?”

Of course he won’t just accept it, even though you were going to give it anyway. He almost seems bashful at the idea of you, the one he’s meant to be with, handing him money in your first interaction.

You nod at him, encouraging him to follow your lead.

“Lavender blue, dilly dilly lavender green when you are king, dilly dilly I shall be queen.”

His eyes sparkle at you, playful but curious, with something underneath that hints he almost doesn’t believe this is happening. Still, when you gently drop the pound notes into the banged-up at near his feet, he reaches out his hand to you.

You take his hand, and you don’t think you could have dreamed of a better way to have met him.

“Who told you so, dilly dilly? Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly that told me so.”

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Will you, if you have the time and inclination, write Crowleystumbling by accident into Regular Human Mountain Man Aziraphale's bookshop and being, understandably, quite ???? About it all? Possibly seeing Aziraphale look like himself and be doubly ???

Here is a possible what-if for when our dear Crowley finally discovers that he is dating someone who is very much not as human as he originally thought

(because I'm still trying to figure out plot stuff for this au and haven't cemented what will happen)

On with the fic!

--

Aziraphale always said Crowley was allowed over whenever he wanted, all he had to do was walk in. The door was always unlocked for him, which didn't seem safe, but Aziraphale lived in the middle of buttfuck nowhere in the park, his cabin wasn't on any maps, so... it was totally safe.

Right?

"Angel?" He called out as he entered the cozy, crowded cabin, looking about. He smelled lavender and wet dirt when he entered, along with whatever baking project Aziraphale had attempted recently. Looked like a nut loaf, from what Crowley found on the kitchen counter.

"Angel! I'm here!" He called out once more, not hearing Aziraphale at all. Crowley looked all over the cabin, which always seemed so much bigger on the inside than the outside, and couldn't find him anywhere!

He knew Aziraphale wasn't away, there was no evidence of that, and the guy didn't own a car of any sort, so he wasn't in town.

Crowley frowned, maybe he should just sit and wait? Aziraphale would be back, he'd see Crowley's car and know he was here, yeah?

Just as he made for the sitting room, there was a sound that caught Crowley's attention. It sounded like a muffled car honk. But... it sounded like it came from somewhere inside of the building. Did Aziraphale have a TV on?

Looking around, Crowley's eyes stopped on a certain door in the house, misplaced, it shouldn't be there, Crowley was sure there was just a wall behind the door. But it was there, and it had a small sign on it, written in a language Crowley didn't know.

Aziraphale had told him before that he should never enter that door, there were... things behind it that Crowley didn't need to bother with.

You can't just tell something like that to someone like the redhead, he was always the curious type. He had gotten into a lot of trouble in the past for asking too many questions, after all. And that included being kicked out of Sunday school as a child.

Crowley approached and placed his ear to the door, he swore he could hear sounds behind it. Faint, muffled, but it sounded like people.

Curiosity killed the cat, right?

Turning the door knob, which seemed to have not only an angel wing design on it but eyes as well (why always eyes?), Crowley opened the door...

And then promptly tripped over the threshold, falling right inside of what had looked to be a pitch black room.

Only it wasn't.

It seemed like he had fallen through a solid black curtain, and onto a hardwood floor. Crowley groaned and sat up, glancing about, before scrambling to his feet in shock.

He was not in the cabin anymore.

He was in... a bookshop?

There were shelves all around him. Books of different colors and bindings sat on these shelves, dusty and aged, but clearly well-loved, and Crowley didn't understand why he got a sense of that.

"W-what?" He turned his head this way and that.

His senses were in overload. He smelled dust and mold, but also the smell of his angel's home was strong here. He could hear noises, music, he heard music, old music, popping and clicking at times, like it came from a record. He took in the dark shadows, the calm, dim lighting of ancient light bulbs from lamps on the ceiling, on the walls.

There were windows and Crowley rushed right up to one when he remembered he had legs, and he stared in shock and awe at what was outside.

People, people of all walks of life, just going about their days in a city that shouldn't be here. It looked old and modern, traffic passing down the streets, people were driving on the wrong side of the road from Americans. He heard accents.

This had to be somewhere in England.

Crowley hadn't been to the UK in years, but he recognized that he had to be in London, he just couldn't place where.

"What?" He repeated, staring out the cloudy window.

"What?" He said again when he turned around, trying to take in the bookshop once more, stumbling away from the window, and out into a more open area.

There was a beautiful glass dome above his head when he walked into what was the foyer of the shop. Pillars were around him, the band above them that encircled the area for the dome appeared like a compass, and walking out from under the eastern side was a man.

He was dressed prim and proper in beige and tan, his outside old and clearly from a style long since passed. His white curls were short and styled in a ruffled way, like a baby bird's downy feathers. His face was clean shaven, and little glasses were perched on his nose, but Crowley knew who this was.

He knew exactly who this was.

Aziraphale looked like he was about to greet him as one would a customer, only for the words to die in his throat as he looked directly at Crowley.

"Oh dear." He said instead.

"What?" Crowley said one more time before everything finally hit him all at once and he crumpled to the floor.

--

Aziraphale had heard someone's voice in his shop and found himself a bit annoyed, oh, he had put up his closed sign for a reason! Today was a day to just sit and enjoy a bit of book restoration, not to be dealing with customers and their greasy fingers and wanting to by his collection!

He sat up from his desk and straightened his jacket, preparing himself for his customer service persona, and how best to remove the little pest who seemed to have lost the ability to read the moment they walked up to the door!

But when he finally noticed the customer, all words had come to a stop in both his throat and his head.

There, standing in the middle of the room, was his human.

Crowley was here.

Crowley was here. In SoHo. In his bookshop.

But... but how did he...???

The door.

Oh, Aziraphale had forgotten to lock the door!

And how had he not noticed that Crowley had arrived at the cabin, normally he was very aware of when his lovely human was around. Had he really been that engrossed in his latest project?

Finally, he spoke. "Oh dear." Was all Aziraphale could get out as he watched his redheaded human with the worst curiosity streak exclaim a 'what' before suddenly dropping to the ground.

Aziraphale squeaked and rushed over, checking over Crowley. He was just unconscious, having fainted. The angel couldn't blame him, this was a bit overwhelming, suddenly appearing in a whole new place like something from the Wizard of Oz, or Narnia.

Carefully, he lifted the lanky human into his arms and headed for the back of the shop, where his seating area was. He set Crowley down on the couch and frowned, looking at the unconscious man.

"I better put the tea on, this is going to be quite the chat..." He said to himself, biting his lip before heading for his little kitchen.

--

When I say Aziraphale knows when Crowley is around, I mean that his ethereal eyes usually pick up on him and watch the human until Aziraphale can get there.

However, Aziraphale is also the sort of person who can get hyper fixated on something and forget to set up his little eyes to keep watch for his boyfriend.

And that's what happened today, whoops.

[musings-from-mars]

I don't remember what the prompts were so I am picking a random one! Whiterose for Number 36

((Y’all mind if I uhhhh...project onto Ruby a little bit?

This got really long so I added a read more lol

You know what, heck it, this is it’s own AU now. Rosebloom AU!))

One accidentally runs into the other(s) while… 36. At a party

Ruby was not a party girl. She had never actually been to a party, but she didn’t need to to be sure of that. The idea of just milling about a crowded space while loud music played did not appeal to her at all, not to mention the potential sensory issues such an environment might cause (or definitely would cause). But she tried anyway, because she was in high school now, and high school kids party, right? And she desperately wanted to fit in at her new school and not be the same weirdo she had been in junior high. Yang had told her that she didn’t have to come if she didn’t want to, but Ruby insisted both to Yang and to herself that she could handle it.

Twenty minutes after arriving at the party, she was scrambling out the back door to escape the loud music and constant droning of conversation, finally starting to get overloaded despite her efforts to carry on. Inadvertently getting separated from Yang didn’t help matters as she stepped onto the back porch and held her fists to her forehead, clenching and unclenching her hands rapidly as she pressed the bases of her wrists against her eyes, focusing on the darkness and listening to the relative calm.

Once she began to calm down a bit, she sighed and sat down on the wicker chair on the back porch, her back to the wall. She took a deep breath, then let out a groan. “Damn it...”

“Are you okay?”

Ruby flinched, gripping the arm rests of her seat as she turned toward who had just spoken. “H-HUh?!”

The girl who had spoken stepped back, standing at the bottom on the steps to the porch. She had long white hair that seemed to shine despite the low light of the crescent moon and the light that escaped the windows behind Ruby, and her blue eyes seemed to take whatever light hit them and reflected it back twice as bright. She clutched a small light blue purse to her chest, making it easy to notice how the purse matched her sweater and pleated skirt. “Sorry for startling you,” the girl said, not looking directly at Ruby as she walked up the steps.

“It’s...fine,” Ruby said, relaxing a bit, letting her arms rest at her sides again as she watched the girl climb the stairs, noticing her black leggings and red hightops. “I thought it was just me back here.”

“So did I,” the girl admitted, now standing awkwardly by the front railing of the porch, facing Ruby. “I’m...not much for parties.”

Ruby chuckled, nodding as she looked away from Weiss, getting nervous being under her gaze. “Me neither.”

“Are your eyes okay?” She asked. “They look really red. I saw you rubbing them.”

“Huh?” Ruby asked, but then felt her face get hot and her heart leap into her throat. “That was...I just...I do that when I’m...” She shut herself up, knowing not to let herself stammer.

Weiss blinked at her, then nodded. “Just...nervous?”

Ruby nodded. “Yeah, nervous,” she agreed. Not exactly accurate, but not completely incorrect either. She let out a sigh after involuntarily holding her breath for a spell.

She hadn’t realized how cold it was, and her jacket was still in the locked cargo box in Yang’s motorcycle, leaving Ruby in just her red t-shirt and black jeans. She gripped her elbows, trying to stifle a shiver. “What’s...your name?” She asked. Totally normal thing to ask, right? Especially if this girl was going to keep looking at her, awkwardly, beautifully...

“Weiss,” the girl answered. “And yours?”

“Ruby,” Ruby said. “Uhm...what’re you doing out here?”

Weiss shrugged, lowering her purse from her chest to in front of her, relaxing her shoulders at last. “I came to this party hoping to meet new people. I just moved here so I don’t know anybody.”

Ruby chuckled, glancing at the empty backyard. “Not going well, huh?” She immediately regretted saying that. Am I seriously teasing her? That was so mean! What the fuck is wrong with me?

To Ruby’s surprise, however, Weiss chuckled, smiling as she glanced toward the grassy yard as well. “Not at all. I feel so out of place.”

That was something Ruby could relate to. “Same,” she admitted. “I don’t like parties.”

“Neither do I.” Weiss shrugged, leaning her elbow against the porch railing behind her. “People don’t really talk to people outside their little groups, do they?”

Ruby hadn’t noticed, she was more worried about the idea of someone actually talking to her, and having to come up with something to say that wasn’t awkward or weird, and then trying to carry a conversation with someone she didn’t know and probably shared zero interests with. Ruby sucked at talking to people, unless she was talking to friends over voicechat while playing Minecraft at home, or...to Yang or her dad. That was it, pretty much.

“I’ve actually said more to you than I have to anyone else tonight,” Weiss continued, chuckling again. “So...thank you for that.”

“Hm?” Ruby hadn’t done anything really. Oh, wait. I have actually been talking to her. Weird. “Oh, yeah! Thanks to you, too.”

Weiss smiled at her. Weiss smiled at her. “Do you go to Beacon High as well?”

Ruby nodded, feeling her face warm again, but not so much that it was distracting or unbearable. “Yeah, it’s my first year. I...kinda came here for the same reason as you, to meet people, but...yeah, I’m not good at...meeting...people.”

“I mean,” Weiss shrugged. “You met me.”

Ruby opened her mouth, but struggled to put her response together at first. “I...guess you’re right. Huh.”

“I’m a junior, but I was homeschooled up until this year, so I guess I’m sort of in the same boat as you,” Weiss said, fidgeting with the handle of her purse. “Not knowing anyone despite there being literally hundreds of other people at school feels...alienating.”

Ruby nodded. “Yeah, it kinda d-does.” She stuttered as she shivered a bit, having tried her best to hide how cold she was but beginning to fail at that.

Weiss tilted her head a bit. “Need a jacket?” She asked.

“I’m okay, mine’s in my sister’s bike, and she has the key, and...I don’t know where she went.”

“Oh, that was your sister,” Weiss remarked. “She seems...pretty popular.”

“She is.” Ruby nodded.

Weiss looked to the side, then set her purse on the railing. “Here.” She began to tug her light blue sweater off.

Ruby’s face felt like she was nose-deep in a toaster oven by this point. Is she taking her top off?! “What are you...?”

Alas, only a bit of Weiss’ midriff actually ended up exposed. She pulled off her sweater, leaving her in a white v-neck t-shirt. “I don’t want you to freeze,” she said with a chuckle, extending the sweater towards her.

Ruby stared at the sweater and shook her head. “No no, I’m fine, really.”

“I don’t get cold that easy, no worries,” Weiss insisted, nodding towards her sweater. “Go on.”

Ruby sighed, face still burning as she reached out and took the garment from Weiss. “Thank you.” She gingerly began to slip it on, and as she pulled it over her head, she faintly smelled lavender laundry detergent and...perfume? It kind of smelled like chamomile, like the kind of tea her dad would make when she or Yang got a sore throat. Ruby tugged the sweater down, her head poking out the top, and she immediately felt more comfortable, and much warmer.

Weiss giggled. “Not too small, is it?”

Ruby shook her head, tugging the sleeves down over her wrists. “It’s, like, the perfect size, actually.”

“Okay, good,” Weiss said with a nod, smiling.

Ruby looked up at her, making eye contact, and a lump formed in her throat inexplicably. Then she started to panic a little, trying to find something to say, but not coming up with anything, but she had to say something so she just started talking. “It’s really warm and it smells like—”

She was cut off when the back door opened and Yang stepped outside. “There you are, sis!” She said when she spotted Ruby. She was wearing a yellow and white stripped halter top and light blue jeans, her hair in a ponytail. “I’ve been looking all over the place.” Then she noticed Ruby’s newfound sweater, then turned and looked at Weiss for the first time. Then she pointed at Weiss, then at Ruby. “Do you know each other?” She asked.

“N-No!” Ruby said, then blushed when she realized how rude that might have been. “I mean, we just met and we’ve been talking about how much we don’t like parties and stuff. And...she gave me her sweater. Because I was cold.” She put that last sentence out in a pointed rush, trying to quell any ideas from forming in Yang’s head. “And, uh...her name is Weiss.”

Yang glanced back at Weiss, a faint smirk on her face. “Weiss, huh? Are you new?”

Weiss nodded, face red for more than just the cold, probably. “Yeah, I am. I just moved to Beacon.”

“Cool! I’m Yang!” She reached a hand out, which Weiss took and shook. “I’m Ruby’s sister.”

“I’m Weiss,” Weiss said, then stammered a bit. “You...already knew that.”

Yang giggled. “No worries.” She pointed at Ruby. “I just wanted to check on you. You doing okay?”

Now? Yes, she was just fine. Earlier, not so much, but there was no point in telling Yang that now. “Yeah, I’m good,” Ruby said.

Yang nodded. “Cool. Just text me if you need anything, okay?” She then waved to her and Weiss. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she teased before disappearing into the house again.

She just had to add on that bit at the end, huh?

“Your sister...seems nice,” Weiss said, her face still red.

“She is,” Ruby rattled off, not looking at Weiss now, fidgeting with the cuffs of Weiss’ sweater instead. Wait...Oh shit, Yang got the wrong idea from seeing me in her sweater, she must think me and Weiss are... She tapped both feet on the floor in quick succession over and over, doing her fist clenching thing again but keeping her hands on the armrests.

“Are you okay, Ruby?” Weiss asked, noticing her stimming.

“I’m good,” Ruby said, not meaning it so much as that was just a rehearsed answer to that type of question.

“Am I making you nervous?” Weiss asked, holding her purse to her chest again. “You can be honest.”

“No!” Ruby shouted. Why did I shout?! That came out WAY too quick.

Weiss flinched a bit at Ruby’s sudden response. “I...if you need me to leave you alone for a moment, I can.”

Ruby gritted her teeth. I’m acting so weird, fuck. She wanted to run away right at that moment, but she had nowhere to go. Home was miles away.

Weiss gripped her purse, pressing her lips together. “I’m sorry, I’ll...” She reached for the door.

“Wait!” Ruby reached out suddenly, grabbing Weiss’ wrist just before she reached the door handle.

Weiss gasped, looking between Ruby’s hand and her face, appearing worried.

Ruby blinked, then inhaled sharply and drew her hand away, tucking it against her chest. “I’m sorry, I...I don’t mean to...do that. I...” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

“Hey,” Weiss said, sounding restrained, putting a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “It’s okay.

“I’m just being weird and I’m sorry, I’m sor—”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

Ruby stopped, opening her eyes, freezing for a moment. She felt a small wave of relief. Okay...okay, she’s not actually that weirded out...is she?

“I...” Weiss began to say, then her voice trailed off. She took her hand off of Ruby’s shoulder, then reached into her purse, pulling out her phone. “What’s your phone number?”

My phone number?!

“Uh...” Ruby struggled to respond for a moment. “Uhh...right, my number, it’s...” She told Weiss her cell number, and Weiss entered it into her contacts. “Why...do you ask?”

“I just...” Weiss put her phone away in her purse. “I can tell you...aren’t really comfortable here, so I figured I could text you sometime so we can talk that way, and...I don’t know, we could hang out sometime, somewhere a bit more...our style,” she shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

Ruby stared at her for a moment, then nodded. “Oh, yeah, totally.” She took a moment to listen to the music playing inside the house, then got an idea. “Or we could...go somewhere else right now?”

Weiss’ mouth hung open for a moment, glancing toward the house as well, then smiled, giggling. “I guess you’re right. Uhm...where did you have in mind.”

Ruby perked up a bit, but then deflated just as quickly. “Well, my sister is my ride so I can’t exactly take you anywhere.”

“I could hail an Uber,” Weiss said.

Ruby blinked at her. “Ohh...I’ve never been to oovoo javer.”

Weiss chuckled, then snorted, then laughed even louder. “Oh wow, that was attractive of me.”

Ruby giggled, holding a hand to her mouth as she did. “It was cute!”

Weiss sighed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her laughter fading. “So yeah, I’ll...” she took her phone back out, face red all the way down her neck. “I’ll call that Uber.” She turned away from Ruby, obviously embarrassed, as she tapped away at her phone screen.

Ruby kept giggling softly, mentally patting herself on the back. She made her laugh! Without even meaning to. Her brain had just played a split-second game of Word Association: Vine Edition and spit out a response. The planets must have been aligned in a certain way, because Ruby was sure she would never pull off something like that again.

Hold up...why am I so happy about making her laugh?

“Wait, where are we going?” Weiss asked. “Kinda need a destination if we’re calling an Uber...”

“Uhm...are you hungry?”

“A bit,” Weiss admitted.

“DQ?”

“DQ?” Weiss asked. “I’ve...never been.”

“You’ve never been to see the Queen of Dairy?” Ruby asked, astonished.

“I’m afraid not,” she chuckled, but input the location of the nearest Dairy Queen. “But I’ll give it a try. The driver should be here soon.” There was still a faint red tinge to her cheeks. Actually, she was beginning to look cold being without her sweater.

“Would you like your sweater back?” Ruby offered.

Weiss shook her head, waving a hand. “I insist.”

Ruby nodded, biting her lip. “Okay. Oh, I should probably text Yang and tell her I’m leaving.” She pulled her phone from her pocket and started to type a message to Yang.

“You...” Weiss muttered. “Do you listen to Red Hallow Manor?”

Ruby froze. Weiss had probably seen the logo for the Red Hallow Manor podcast on her phone case, but the only reason she had that case was because she was so certain no one would recognize it, it was such a niche thing. But somehow Weiss had? “Yeah?”

Weiss chuckled. “I literally just binged the first two seasons a couple days ago.”

“Really?” Ruby asked, sitting up straight in her seat. “No way! We could listen to the next season together! I mean, I’ve listened to the entire thing at least three times, but I’d totally want to listen with you and hear what you think!”

Weiss smiled, laughing. “Sure! That sounds like fun.”

“Awesome!” Ruby said excitedly, hopping to her feet. “Sorry, I just...I’m, like, obsessed with RHM. Like, really obsessed. I never thought I’d ever meet someone in-person who listened to it.”

Weiss giggled at Ruby’s enthusiasm. “Yeah, I had just heard about it and I was curious, so I listened to a couple episodes, and then I listened to more, and...” She shrugged. “I ended up staying up way too late. I had to force myself to go to bed after listening to two seasons.”

“That’s awesome!” Ruby said, eyes wide, shining in the moonlight. “Do you like it? Who’s your favorite character? What season one or two better?”

Weiss held a hand up to steady her. “How about...you interview me while we’re at DQ, huh?”

“Okay!” Ruby nodded, stimming but for a positive reason now, doing a side-to-side dance in her seat.

Weiss smiled at her. “You’re cute,” she remarked.

Ruby’s face heated up, halting her movements. “Oh, thanks,” she said, voice wavering.

Weiss blushed. “But like...just, yeah, I...” She hurried to pull her phone back out. “The Uber is just around the corner, we should go out front.”

Ruby stood from her seat. “Okay, uh...” she glanced at the back door to the house. “Could we...go around? I don’t want to go back inside.”

Weiss nodded. “Sure,” she said, heading down the patio steps with Ruby behind her.

They walked around to the side of the house only to find that there was no gate, just more fence. “Uh...” Weiss shrugged. “I guess we have to go through the house.”

“Why not just climb over?” Ruby asked.

Weiss looking at the fence with an uncertain glance. “Climb?”

“As one does,” Ruby chuckled, taking a couple steps back, then running and leaping at the fence, using the horizontal beams to climb up, then sat down on the top (the fence was flat on the top, so thankfully no pickets in the butt). “Like that!”

Weiss stared up at her, dumbfounded for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“What, have you never climbed a fence before?” Ruby asked.

“I’ve never had to?” Weiss shrugged.

“Okay, I’ll help you,” Ruby said, hoping back down.

“Uhh,” Weiss glanced at the fence uncertainly, but then looked back at Ruby’s goofy smile and sighed. “Alright, I’ll try.”

“Cool, I’ll boost you,” Ruby said, taking a knee and holding her hands out. “Just step up and I’ll lift you.”

Weiss took one more uncertain look at the fence, then nodded and gingerly ran forward, planting a foot one Ruby’s hands and stepping up, just as Ruby lifted her with a grunt. Weiss yelped, completely missing the highest horizontal beam and ending up stomach-first on the top of the fence, top half on the other side with her legs kicking on Ruby’s end. “Gah, that didn’t work!” Weiss yelped.

Ruby stopped herself from giggling, instead scrambling back up the fence. “I got you!” She said, leaping over with ease to the other side. She made eye contact with a very concerned looking Weiss and smiled at her. “Just flip over to this side and I’ll catch you.”

“Flip over?” Weiss asked incredulously.

Ruby extended her arms. “I got you!”

“I’m slipping!”

“Now or never then!” Ruby said.

Weiss held her breath, then leaned forward, doing a half front flip. “AHH!” She screamed, but landed in Ruby’s arms, bridal style.

“Gotcha!” Ruby said with a proud grin. She allowed herself to enjoy holding her for just a moment, then set Weiss upright, her feet securely on the ground. “Not so bad, huh?”

Weiss regained her bearings, then straightened her skirt, face flushed. “Yeah, I guess not,” she said, obviously flustered.

Ruby rubbed her back of her neck. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Weiss said, chuckling. “I’ve done something new already.”

“There you go.” Ruby nodded, but was interrupted by a familiar Beep! Beep! nearby. She turned and spotted Yang leaning on her yellow motorcycle. “Yang?”

“Hey, sis!” She waved, then raised Ruby’s red jacket in the air. “You might want to take this with you.”

“Oh, right, thanks,” Ruby murmured, suddenly conscious of what Yang might have been thinking about her being with Weiss. She came over to Yang and took the jacket. “Uh, me and Weiss are going to DQ.”

“Sweet,” Yang nodded, giving Weiss a look, then a smile. “Don’t be out too late, but have fun!”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah, I’ll be home by curfew. Just like you will be, right?”

Yang shrugged. “Mayyybe.”

A black sedan pulled up behind Yang, an Uber light on the front windshield. “This is it,” Weiss said, walking toward the car, glancing one more time at Yang as she walked past.

Yang smiled at Ruby, giving her hair a ruffle. “Maybe give her your jacket? Fair trade, right? Would be a smooth move.”

“Smooth move?” Ruby asked, glancing around her as Weiss climbed into the backseat of the Uber. Then she realized what Yang was insinuating and took this opportunity to put whatever ideas Yang was getting to bed. “We aren’t...dating or anything, okay?”

“Who said anything about that?” Yang asked, smiling.

Ruby sighed. “Okay, fine, but...don’t get any ideas.”

“You’re the one feeding me ideas,” Yang teased.

“Just...” Ruby sighed. “I feel like I’m making a friend. Please don’t make me feel weird about it.”

Yang blinked, smile disappearing. “How would I?”

Ruby glanced toward Weiss, seeing her with a leg still outside the car, waiting for Ruby to follow. “I gotta go,” she said, stepping past Yang.

Yang watched her walk past. “Be safe,” she called to her halfheartedly, then remained leaned against her bike, in thought.

[tails-and-scales]

The Lamia of Tails and Scales

Figured it was about time to get a proper master list up, especially because the amazing @dotchi13​ and @novetteus​ commissioned the wonderful @calmchapsart​ for art of the bitties offered here which I am extraordinarily grateful for. 

Nocturne

Nightmare lamia bitty

Venomous

Venom causes clotting in the blood that takes hold quick, venom is almost more like an ooze instead of liquid

12-18 inches long

 6 inches ‘standing’

 5-7 pounds

Has a very notable scale color, the top scales are a deep purple while the belly is a dark cyan, on the back of the lamia’s tail is a large, light purple crescent moon

 Prefers to be around his owner and the select few he trusts

*Warning* This bitty is easily influenced by negativity and can corrupt, becoming feral if one is not careful. Handle with extreme care, especially if there is a Lumen bitty that is being mistreated or if you mistreat the Nocturne Bitty. Nocturne is much like Lumen in the way he gives off a slight negative aura in a manner like Nightmare, but having the brothers together is the easiest way to combat any issues

Feral Nocturne  (Note that these are not offered if it can be helped)

Reacts violently when provoked 

More likely to bite

Is easier to provoke without his twin close by

Secrets his venom through his scales and over his bones to give the goopy appearance 

Can be ‘reverted’ from his feral form by time with his twin, must be left alone for a few days for the Lumen to calm and comfort 

Will not easily trust after being soothed from his ‘feral state’

Scales will turn black with a violet Moon, and the underbelly will be a vibrant cyan

Has four tentacles on his back that he will use to constrict prey 

Lumen

Dream lamia bitty

Nonvenomous

*Produced an antivenom to Nocturne’s venom

* 9-15 inches long

* 5 inches 'standing’

*4-6 pounds

*Has a notable deep golden scale color on his tail with a pale yellow belly, and depending on how the lamia is treated/the amount of negativity he has to 'combat’ some of his scales may darken to black. On his back is a very notable yellow-orange sun marking.

*He’s rather energetic and playful, enjoying being around Ink and Swap!Sans bitties. He does enjoy being around Nocturne due to the family bond between them.

*Warning* This bitty is a lot like Dream in the way of he does give off a positive aura, these bitties do try to help but are oft taken advantage of. Be careful if you plan to try and take advantage of them, as if they have a Nocturne nearby, the Nocturne will attack. They do not like being separated from the Nocturne they hatched with, and can be very despondent for a fair while, even with other bitties

NOTE: It is best to adopt these lamia together due to the venom/antivenom correlation. And if the are adopted separately, do try to keep in touch with the person who got the other sibling to arrange playdates, the lamia do not like being separated

Impurus

Shattered!Dream lamia bitty

Venomous

Venom is very similar to Nocturne, however it does not kill near as quick, it ends up being either nonfatal or a very painful death. His bite on other bitties can turn them feral (very similar to how Shattered!Dream corrupts others)

10-16 inches long

5 inches 'standing'

Weighs 4-8 pounds

The top scales have darkened to a dark yellow with black splotches, the sun marking not being grey instead of yellow, and the belly is a dark gold, bones are black and goopy

This bitty loves to tease and taunt, often being cruel to other bitties, it is recommended to only have this bitty and not have him around others.

*Warning* This bitty is recommended for a very patient, and experienced owner, keep him away from Nightmare bitties, and be cautious around other bitties.

Umbra

Nightmare lamia bitty (Shattered Dreams AU)

Venomous

Venom is just like a regular Nocturne bitty, however he rarely bites, as such the  venom causes clotting in the blood that takes hold quick, venom is almost more like an ooze instead of liquid. Due to the Impurus’ nature, a Lumen’s antivenom would be what helps most if there is an accidental bite.

15-20 inches long

7 inches 'standing'

Weighs 7-10 pounds

The main scales are a near black purple, with small flecks of white scales, the purple crescent moon on his back is a more lilac hue, and his underbelly is violet with a black stripe down each side

This bitty is a good bitty with children, playing with them and reading books with them. Pair him with an Elisium bitty and you'll have a slightly worried lamia who is trying to make sure the smaller one is well looked after. Make sure to keep him as stress/any negative emotion free as it can affect him.

*Warning* This bitty is very protective of his family, and in turn that means he is protective of his owners and other bitties. The only time this bitty will bite is when his family is threatened. If he is kept around negative emotions, he can become 'corrupted' and violent

Elisium

Eden lamia bitty (Shattered Dreams AU)

This bitty’s ‘venom’ is actually a form of antivenom to the Impurus’ venom and can aid with the ‘feral/corruption’ of other bitties if they are bit by the other lamia.

6-10 inches

4 inch 'standing

Weights 5-7 pounds

The scales are a maroon with small yellow star marks speckling near where the scales meet bone, and the underbelly is a soft gold. His eyes are mismatched, one red, one green.

This bitty has a very innocent personality, and is oft with a childlike wonder. He tries to make many friends and gets along with (or tries to) any bitty or human. He greatly enjoys being around an Umbra due to the familial bond

*Warning* This bitty is very curious and can end up being under foot often, one needs to watch where they step and make sure this bitty does not take any serious falls. He is still a young lamia and is a bit fragile.

Ascella

Dreamswap Dream lamia bitty

Venomous(?)

This bitty's venom is strange as it acts more as a purification item than something to kill

9-15 inches

6 inches 'standing'

4-6 pounds

The scales are a bright gold with a cream underbelly, on his back there is a yellow orange sun pattern and cream hued feathers decorating the scales. There are times, when this bitty is well cared for and his magic is high, that he does have wings, and they are strong enough that the bitty is able to fly up to his owner's shoulder.

This bitty does not get along very well with Nightmare bitties, and has his own sense of justice. He does look out for other bitties and can be kind, granted he often behaves a bit tsundere about it and refuses to acknowledge said kindness.

*Warning* This bitty does not tolerate any kind of abuse or mishandling of himself or other bitties and will not hesitate to protect and take other bitties to a safe area. If this bitty is truly made a foe, it leads to a very dangerous lamia.  We do our best to raise the clutches of Ascella and Nox together to at least keep them cordial with each other, and the ones that live as hatchmates are quite fond of each other and don’t mind being adopted out together.

Nox

Dreamswap Nightmare lamia bitty

Venomous

His venom is similar to other Nightmare lamia, but it is weaker. It causes the blood to clot up easier but does not cause clots due to being injected.

10-14 inches long

5 inches 'standing'

5-6 pounds

The scales of this lamia are a mix of violet and orchid with a near wine hued crescent on his back, and his underbelly is a gentle lavender.

This bitty is honestly a bit timid, often avoiding Ascella bitties due to the threat they pose to the Nox bitty. They do well in quiet environments and enjoy being around their owner. They prefer lower energy bitties if there are other bitties in the family, and they love either soft music or reading with their owners.

*Warning* Try to avoid overloading these lamias senses, as they are much more wary than the others. As long as they are kept away from Ascella bitties, they'll be safe and calm, otherwise they may try thrashing or biting to escape. We do our best to raise the clutches of Ascella and Nox together to at least keep them cordial with each other, and the ones that live as hatchmates are quite fond of each other and don’t mind being adopted out together.

Rever

Empireverse Dream Lamia

 Produces the antivenom to Cauchemar

 Weighs between 9 - 12 pounds

 Standing height is 8 inches

 Length: 16 - 22 inches

 Ivory colored scales with a pale yellow underbelly.

 There is a golden colored stripe down the left side of his back with a sun resting in the center of his back.

 The marking on his back matches the one on his face.

 Usually a very peaceful bitty, loves being surrounded by nature and animals. He may oft be found in a garden if given the chance.

 Loves to teach others and gets along really well with upbeat or energetic bitties despite his peaceful nature, some examples being Swap Sans and Ink bitties.

Cauchemar 

Empireverse Nightmare Lamia

 Produces a neurotoxin venom

Weighs 12-15 pounds

 Stands at 9 inches

 Length is 18-24 inches

Ebony colored scales with an eggplant purple underbelly

There is a cyan stripe down his right side with a moon resting in the center of his back

 Much less chaotic than the feral Nocturne, more calculating and strict, but also quite protective over his family if he deems something a threat.

Greatly enjoys working on difficult puzzles and reading by moonlight.

Gets along well with ‘bad’ bitties like Horrors, Killers, Murders, and Errors. He will try to make his own little ‘court’. I can definitely recommend Dotchi’s wonderful shop if you do want to get him his own little court.

Dreamtale was made by @jokublog​

Dreamswap was made by @onebizarrekai​

Shattered Dreams was made by @erroredart​/@shattereddreamsau​

Empireverse was made by @lunnar-chan​

[fossilized-bones]

Random IDV Hcs

Both Aesop and Victor send letters to their S/O to express their emotions. 

Aesop does his S/O’s makeup

 Aesop doesn’t stim often but when he does he’s quite embarrassed by them

 One of his common stims is to shake his hands up and down when happy 

Vera treats Emily as a sister because she regrets what she did to her own

After Chloe killed Vera and took her identity she has a hard time looking in mirrors because she is reminded of what she did

Modern AU Emma and Norton would go candle shopping together, Vera might tag along if they go to Bath and Body Works

Modern AU Aesop would hate Bath and Body Works because all the smells together would be too much of a sensory overload

Modern AU The survivors have a movie night atleast once a week

^ Helena and Aesop enjoy documentaries, Tracy and Luca like action, Emma and Norton like comedies, Vera is a sucker for romance, Fiona and Patricia always drag Vera along to watch horror movies but Vera covers her eyes half the movie

Patricia, Fiona, and Ann have tea parties

Modern AU Fiona would stream on twitch

Luca and Tracy have a playful rivalry 

Luca rides the banister down instead of using the stairs 

Helena has “ accidentally” hit Kreacher with her can multiple times

Vera lives off gossip

Vera’s favorite animal is hedgehog

Aesop’s is ferret

Fiona likes snakes

Modern AU Vera likes Marina and her favorite song is either Bubblegum Bitch, Teen Idle, or Valley of the Dolls

Victor wears matching clothes with Wick

Aesop smells like baby powder and faint lavender

[unfinishedslurs]

Four months after he comes out on the floor of the Family Video bathroom, Robin sits him down on his bed.

“Okay, I’m gonna suggest something completely insane, but I’ve actually put a lot of thought and research into it and I need you to hear me out.”

Steve squints suspiciously at her, but shrugs agreeably. “Yeah, okay.”

“We should get married.”

I DID THE THING

Lavender marriage Stobin, steddie, and annoying as hell little brother Dustin Henderson. And being peer pressured into a wedding two months after you signed the certificate

[pocket-void]

Good morning Mock! I hope I’m not overloading you with questions: 2, 8, 10, 15, 20 and 25 > *pets the Mock kitty cat*

Why hello there, good to see you! :D Is it morning for you? Because it is currently about 11 PM where I am! Time Zones are funny like that. ^///^

2. What is your favorite color?

My favorite color is between lavender purple and blue! Honorary mentions go to light matcha green, pastel brown, and orange though!

8. Do you believe in guardian angels?

Hard to say. I like to believe in spirits though! Or like, a general higher being. Basically a natural force in the world, but nothing personally tied to an individual if that makes sense?

10. What is something (or someone) you’re in love with?

I’ve never been in love before. I kind of one day wish to be, but I’m still not really sure if that’ll ever happen. u///u I am confident in being Ace! But love is an entirely different thing for me.

If I had to hypothetically pick a thing to be in love with, I’d say happiness! Doesn’t even have to be mine. I just enjoy gifting a little bit of happiness to other people. I think the most important thing in the world is be happy with what you do first and foremost, and that just makes other people liking my work feel even better! ^///^

15. Talk about something exciting or good that happened to you this year.

Hahaha, this year’s kind of been a rough ride huh? Besides starting this blog, which honestly has brought me a lot of joy thank you guys ;///;, I met some absolutely lovely new people! It was through an AU on Instagram, and we’ve since moved to discord. I love them and all my other friends with all my heart. u///u

20. What’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?

My school friends all worriedly came to visit me in the nurse’s office once when I got sick and needed to be sent home, and honestly despite feeling awful that day I felt so appreciated. That, and literally any gift I get, ever. ;///; I never ask or expect gifts for birthdays or holidays, so getting one is always a joy!!

25. What’s a song that gives off good vibes anytime you listen to it?

I’m doing this again because why not? 

Sugar by The Orion Experience and Hola Adrianna by Bear Ghost are both pretty neat as well! Oh and basically every Postmodern Jukebox production is good! They always put me in a good mood^^

[sollitudde]

haikyuu & cafes (1/?)

bigass creds to @luvoikawa with this post that inspired me to write too much nonsense about nonsense

all my writing got deleted edition 🐸 also jesus christ sorry this is super long i just really like cafes and drinkys and coffys...

karasuno

ukai

for a guy who gets up early every morning coffee is a must. canned coffee is his drink of choice for getting up and it’s one of his morning routines before starting work. he actually dislikes cafes because they have an atmosphere he isn’t too fond of and likes bars (enjoys shit beers = enjoys shit coffee) more- but he could go to a cafe when asked by his friends or if he’s going on a date, just don’t ask him about what type of coffee he’d like specifically because all he wants is it to be hot and black, no milk no sugar. when he was younger he actually disliked coffee, but with age he learned to 1. not be fussy about it 2. just tolerate it to pick him up. it’s not like he dislikes the tastes of it but i don’t see him as picking up oh many tannin inteiciasies cause he’s not developed a pallete, also gets the cheapest no fuss shit. prefers hot over cold even in the summer

for food, he doesn’t enjoy completely western menus. likes meat and doesn’t order any sweets like pastries and whatever the fuck, not only is it too expensive but also he’d just rather have the coffee unless he’s particularly hungry. like i said he isnt a cafe guy but life takes you to a lot of places so ☕️

takeda

actually can taste tanins like some sort of a legend. still though on a teachers salary you’re not going to have an espresso machine at home so he settles for his drip brew. actually doesn’t like espresso too much either if hes working at least. but since he is a teacher and a club supervisor he drinks 2 (two) of those shits a day, one in the morning from home one in the afternoon from the teachers lounge- needs it to deal with the energy at practice. takes just milk in his coffee and prefers it steamed, but has that shitty milk foamer thing that takes so much time to get results out of he just ends up drinking drip w cold milk; the workingmans choice.

with cafes and food he still enjoys drip brew (this time fancier) coffee with milk. could ask to taste test the plain bean coffee if he enjoyed his first cup so much. LOVES a pastry with his drink, if he goes there to do work will get a coffee and a pastry of any kind, i think he likes cream so expect him to get a cream puff esp if on a date cause then he gets to share it and be cute 🥴 loves a cafe hangout with friends or an s/o

kiyoko

pre time skip she did not need coffee at all. like her face at first says either only black coffee or shes so well adjusted she needs nothing and i’d say it’s the latter though i could debate. though she was an enjoyer of canned coffee milk later in life before having to consume coffee for life energy in her adulthood. nothing too fancy either though, small coffee machine that only she uses (tanakas a pussy!) for making coffee, pours milk and adds a teaspoon of sugar into it- doesn’t really like flavors cause to her they taste artificial. busy lady! so she can pick up some starbucks or sit down for a brief second and get coffee wherever she is, thinks it energizes her and also is an enjoyer of the novelty of steamed milk. it actually doesn’t buzz her ever even when she first starts drinking it so rather than having to drink more coffee as the tolerance builds up she just has a plateau of coffee give me caffeine boost

for cafes she just gets whatever looks good to her. also not the biggest fan of sweets rather than a good bread, enjoyer of plain croissants and good bread if she gets a sandwitch. who doesn’t love carbs

yachi

the sweet sugary drink enjoyer has arrived. didn’t even touch coffee until her 3rd year at college, tried a sip of black coffee from her friend in junior high and became instantly afraid of it- managed to skirt by college with a good schedule until the junior terror seeped into her veins and now her early classes she has to drink coffee for. but like she still gets good grades so it’s only the morning she’s required to partake in bean water for- doesn’t even do anything on weekends if she doesn’t have anywhere to be. at home she has 2 syrups 5 milks and overloads her drink so much she’s barely drinking any coffee at all, still the sugar and the hot stuff in the morning has an effect (placebo lol)

loves a starbucks for its accessibility, but gets refreshers and iced drinks more often than any of their caffeine. not only does she think it’s not worth it if she can make coffee at home, but she has a tiny cafe she goes to to cram that serves a mean lavender rose vanilla latte (fucking ew?) that shes in love with. but it costs a lot and she’s a rare visitor, gets sweets and small sandwitches if she goes. w friends she doesn’t know that well she’ll get a flavored coffee to seem mature&cute, but with old friends she’d rather drink a milk tea or a seasonal drink rather than bother w a latte (since she uses it to get energy if it’s 5pm and her day is nearly done whyd she need it then?) no 7-11 coffee or vending machine coffee (junior high trauma) rather sweets and candy if she’s buying from one

daichi

courtesy to @sugardaddykenma, i think daichi oinking his way to the top ended after he had a midlife crisis- so he stops drinking coffee the way he would at the pig pen. sorry ok enough puns but yeah i think he was drinking way too much coffee in both college and at his “job” so coffee now messes with his stomach so much he thinks he might have a heart attack if he drinks more than one cup a week. i don’t know if that directly makes sense but too much coffee can literally kill you and since now he doesn’t fear the revolution here’s another thing for his mind. no coffee, maybe like once if hes at a cafe with his friends but really really prefers plain tea more- especially as he gets older. likes green white and black teas rather than herbal cause caffeine, and doesn’t put sugar in either cause hes #real and genuinely enjoys the flavors more that way

doesn’t go to cafes except for reunions or hanging out with the boys, always more of a “what do they have to eat” rather a “what’s new and exiting to drink” boy. i actually think the only reason he does drink coffee occasionally is because sugawara teases him and also sometimes it’s easier to order something to not be embarassing and to live up to the expectation of a dilf on the prowl rather than well like. dilf drinking tiny mug of jasmine tea. surprisingly an atmosphere enjoyer, people talking all around him is comforting- though if he were to go there frequently he’d grown annoyed

sugawara

king of looking fuckable at a cafe. literally can’t drink coffee black and hates it but still uses it for that energy boost in the morning. has a cheap espresso machine (like 2nd hand and super busted) with a milk frother cause he can’t even drink coffee with just milk it’s so repulsuve to him, he’s gotta fancy it up with syrups & steamed liquids to get anything out of it. but like i said hes king of looking fuckable at a cafe and that’s cause he goes to them all the fucking time. to study to hang for dates like part of it is the ambience is unparalleled but also i mean 1. he likes looking hot 2. he can study 3. man idk hes just a little bitch that wants to look smarter than he actually is. literally in love with the concept of a meet cute so hes in there like “wow... i look so pretty and i’m reading such a big book won’t someone come talk to me”enjoys smiling at other hot patrons and the nines. i think he’d start banter only if you spilled a drink though or something happened hes not that confident to go up to someone full force, and well while he is there sometimes for the hell of it he does actually study there too cause it forces him to do something rather than fuck around on the computer at home. win win system

frequent cafe flyer and frequent cafe snack enjoyer. he’d much rather go for the small snacks like chips and nuts rather than big meal shit cause since his stuff is there he doesn’t wanna get anything on it, and would rather lounge back at home while eating anyways. frequent buys you a sweet on a date type of move, asks if you wanna give him a small bite but doesn’t actually enjoy most sweets that much. ICE LATTE ENJOYER but only when hes on the go or it’s summer, they make a mess when condensation happens.

asahi

hate to tell you folks, but you won’t find this guy in any cafes ever. if he needs to study in a public place he’d rather go to a library and if he can’t go there he’s just seriously gonna sit on the street if it’s the worst of it. can not only not handle cafes if it’s at full capacity, sugawara once shared his cafe strategies with him and now he overthinks whenever he steps foot into one. if he does enter a cafe it’s for a to go order of a cafe au lait (with soy milk, he got in the habit from ordering the wrong thing and never asking them to fix it) because espresso beverages give him anxiety, and add anxiety with a lot of people there it’s just no good and he becomes nervous. he does relax when his friends are there though, and a la p5 enjoys a quiet cafe at night the best. he like herbal teas without sugar (maybe some honey) and aromatic tea blends, but not refresher like beverages at starbucks

since he doesn’t sit down and eat at cafes hes not getting anything substantial, but has a pertulance for sweet stuff! nothing too big but if he gets something sweet with his coffee (and he does get coffee out a lot actually i feel i should clarify. it’s the devil wears prada influence and if you’re a fashion designer chance is you need to go somewhere fast so he needs the energy to power walk and actually ends up picking up coffee for his crew sometimes)

nishinoya

oh christ dude if he got coffee while in high school he’d go fucking insane. way too much current energy + caffeine is such a bad combination- but i think he’d never step into a cafe until his world traveling days. in which case i mean like first of all if you are traveling you’re going to have to keep a tight schedule unless you’re like rich as fuck and can afford to leisure around, and i think he does have some savings but at the same time if he’s himself he’s very likely running around- in summary, cafe visits very dépendant on the culture. cafe dates and cafe stops to get a pick up i think would be the most common stuff here, and coffee would be only used as a wake up i need more energy tool

with food i mean going to a great underground cafe is a right of passage if you’re traveling so i’m sure hes tried all sorts of shit and also hes a big eater, so i can see him getting whatever looks the craziest. big coffee ice cream enjoyer but like i said that’s just to wake up & i think there’s better places to get better juice (& international soda) than a hole in the wall coffee place. did someone say italian sodas or do i have to get my hearing checked

tanaka

man this guys a pussy. thinks starbucks is the fancy coffee place even though it’s a chain and can’t enjoy a non sweetened coffee- even sweetened coffees are a bust. honestly also is too concerned about caffeine being able to “hinder” him, it’s not going to kill you or make you crazy but probably saw someone go balls off the walls with it and is too pussy to try it himself because he thinks he’s so energetic already it’ll make him turn super saiyan. very big enjoyer of a juice, a smoothie, or a refresher again if we’re going from starbucks’ menu. actually yeah it the place offers smoothies he definitely gets that 100% no questions asked, cause it’s the one sweet he can permit himself because he actually thinks it’s healthy when the only reason it “is” is because it’s fruit. does not enjoy the vibes whatsoever and is kinda spooked by everyone drinking coffee in coffee drinking establishments. his wife is more of a man than him in that regard but he can take it

cafe foods aplenty though! likes to walk in and run to get smth and leave, cause it’s less effort than making something and more effort than going to a convenience store. actually has this thing where he picks wifey dearest up snacks he thinks she’ll like. before that he used to scoff at them but now seeing as shes a frequent patron and he is married to her he’s all like look at this treat i bought for you at (blank). it’s kinda sweet! plus he prolly gets a takeout drink for himself too so win win

ennoshita

physical therapy is a lot of work! sorry for the lack of substance for this guy but like a normal adult i think he is normal with his coffee consumption. aka- drinks it to get up, and when hes tired. i think he has a particular interest in trying new things though and will get whatever is interesting to him or something that is weird on the menu like a pumpkin chocolate latte or some shit like that that is unusual but still tasty. adventurous and also you can’t tell at all that hes had coffee, acts completely the same and people even tell him he should drink some coffee cause of the low energy. hes had two cups already and that’s enough!

kinoshita

i think this guy just doesn’t like coffee for whatever reason. he seems like the type of dude to just not drink it and instead go for something energizing in the form of tea or an energy drink but not bean juice, just a vibe! enjoys a cafe every once in a while but goes rarely, i mean hes just chilling! there is a place that hes gone to that he is now an irregular regular of that has a tea infusion of different berries and ingredients that’s meant to clear up your sinuses and calm you. they don’t sell it in packets and hes disappointed about that but the very reason it exists at all is because it’s made out of fresh chopped shit and spices, also it’s a gimmick. they serve them in tea pitchers and he stays there and reads until he finishes. it’s the little things!

kazuhito

writing got erased again but like literally just think of a guy. a guy that works at a company who has to go to work everyday so yeah he drinks coffee and the chances of it being instant are very high. actually doesn’t know that starbucks is a chain and just has the regular drip coffee machine at home, probably takes it with milk and sugar and whatever is there at the time. relaxed guy and relaxed preferences

kageyama

dude doesn’t even know what coffee is to be completely honest. well no that’s a lie he definitely tried some but it made him jittery and he can’t be jittery or else he’s not doing perfect tosses, so no can do. like i know the milk joke is old but i don’t think the habit stops at high school i genuinely think unless one of his teammates or someone with him is like no getting milk or they don’t just serve raw milk because who the fuck would he maybe gets a milk tea at most. honestly not a fan of sugary drinks such as juice or refreshers and whatnot nor iced drinks because well hes just a weirdo. if you take him to a sbucks or somewhere else either order him a london fog or water or a cup of milk if you want your cashier to have something funny to tell. he likes matcha lattes but since they’re high caf he only gets them on off days and like when does he have those? never. genuine weirdo

okay for food it’s anything goes but i think thr funnier thing to talk about would be the amount of time it takes him to read a menu. literally can’t decide on anything especially if a place is out of stock well hes gonna be out of comission for a few minutes as he reconsiders. asks what this has and what’s in this if it’s not listed so it’s really best to just pick smth for him, plain simple and he won’t have any complaints and just sit down w you.

hinata

actually got fond of espresso in brazil but still prefers juices and shit to actual caffeinated beverages. they don’t make them like they used to there 😔 but he does get lattes. LOVES coconut milk and nut milks cause they have an “oomph” (what?) but honestly anything goes kind of guy in where he can get coffee out of a machine at a convenience store starbucks a cafe anything anywhere no problem. thing is though he can only consume it in a short amount of time aka just the morning or else he’s unable to sleep at night, a thing that is most definitely a placebo but like he believes on it so insistently that he just doesn’t mess with it. is a fan of anything new and anything that catches his interest in coffee places, likes to pick stuff up rather than sit down cause he’s a fan of walking and talking and drinking

pastry guy :) or just anything breaded. again likes to pick whatever catches his interest cause he became more adventurous with food for sure, enjoys a sandwitch or some shit i mean you get the point i think. he’s just a funny little guy

tsukishima

honestly? cant fucking drink black coffee. i think it’d be so funny and well also fitting that if he does drink anything he does drink super sugary sweet stuff, like i mean we know he enjoys sweets anyways so why not push it further and say this motherfucker can’t handle tanins at all? and like by all i mean he has to have tea with milk and sugar no matter what it is (well not herbal tea 🍵 that’s an emoji of a green tea but herbal tea never should be enjoyed with milk) his go to is a hot matcha latte and a cold iced vanilla latte. cause both are sweet and make him look a little less pussy when ordering them. straight up will chug purely black coffee out of spite and suppress gags to seem cool, it’s okay tbough hes so far only worried about this happening in front of friends and it hasn’t yet. he has practiced at home though and he can so far not gag but still squint, which he’s thinking if he has to explain will explain by “well uh it tastes like shit so”

i don’t think he needs coffee to get up but instead does need something sweet. since cake doesn’t last a while i’d see him trying to buy some for himself discreetly like i know this dude isn’t a pussy but also imagine being so hard and then being made fun of for eating a cake alone by yourself in a cafe. doesn’t order sweets therefore unless hes in a private room or with a trusted friend. yamaguchi won’t tell on you bro in fact he’ll order the cake and let you have it. doesn’t like any savory thing on the menu for some reason, no matter the place he goes

yamaguchi

actually enjoys tanins but chugs cheap shitty coffee for energy no matter the time of day. he just got used to the lack of taste and definitely grabbed a caffeine addiction to add to his problems to worry about but it’s okay cause hey while he’d never say it he thinks it’s better to be able to taste them and enjoy a normal cup of good beans than to be like his unnamed friend. enjoyer of the whole menu, entirely dependent on the mood. focusing, straight espresso shots, reading, matcha or peppermint tea, vibing, lemonade or lemonade mixture idk you name it. very into cafe energy and feels good whenever he enters one, but doesn’t do it out of neccesity cause once he did actually have someone slightly hit on him at a cafe and he stopped going to it because he interacted with them very awkwardly. is sure the baristas heard and just can’t do it anymore. has pulled all nighters and 24-hr study sessions in internet cafes chugging coffees like a motherfucker. hasn’t yet poured a redbull into coffee yet but i mean it could be coming we never know (nah hes afraid of it)

not a fan of ordering stuff in cafes at all cause hes not there to eat. can be persuaded for a bite if friends are there but if not then hes avoidant of foods. you can’t blame him! it’s kind of awkward to order food at a coffee place anyways so he just steers clear

[starkerforlife6969]

Alpha Steve x Omega Peter - college au fluff overload

Part one of gift to @everyflowerneedspruning 

Steve ducks into the classroom, eyeing flickering over the already seated students. He keeps his head down, shuffling towards the back when he hears an incredulous:

“Steve?” from the front.

He turns to see Bruce, his roommate, staring at him with a bewildered expression. Steve hurries over to him and collapses into the seat, tugging his stuff out of his bag. “Hey, Bruce,” he greets distractedly, turning to glance at the door as more students shuffle in.

“Uh…hey?” He frowns, “are you…are you in this class?”

“Yeah, I just transferred.” He watches as another group of students filter in, chattering animatedly.

“You transferred to…to History of Math…”

Steve shoots his beta friend a mildly irritated glare. “Yes, Bruce. I did. Is that a problem?”

Bruce continues in the same bemused voice. “It’s just….History of Math. You’re a political science major...Here on a sports scholarship. And I’m pretty sure you once said that math was the most boring thing in the wor-“

“You know, maybe I just wanted to broaden my interests.” Steve grumbles in a clipped voice. “We’re seniors in college, Bruce. It’s the perfect time to try and widen your horizons and discover new opportunities.”

“…did you buy any of what you just said? Because I sure didn’t.” Bruce laughs.

Steve doesn’t reply.

His eyes are stuck on Peter.

The gorgeous omega who’s just in. He’s beautiful, oh god, he’s so beautiful. Steve watches as he makes his way to a seat at the back. He’s so dainty, with perfect cream skin and eyes that Steve could write sonnets about. Brown, but not just brown. The colour of Steve’s favourite chocolate, the colour of the mossy bark behind his house back home that trails into the forest. With specks of honeyed amber and glints of whiskey like fractures of sunlight. Those eyes are endlessly deep and a man could drown in the depths of them and die happy.

And his hair- his hair, always a little mussed and out of place; always wind swept with some lock falling, curled, into his face and a little tuft defying gravity. He’s wearing an oversized pink pastel sweater that drops down his shoulders, baring slivers of that lovely cream skin, and some denim shorts that should be illegal. Steve watches as he gracefully scoots into one of the seats and sets his leather satchel on the desk- looking for his laptop.

God, he’s the most gorgeous thing in the whole world and-

“Oh my god. You swapped for some omega?”

Steve whips around immediately and glares at Bruce who looks world-weary and judgemental at his discovery. “No! N-no! And he is not just some omega, he’s-“

“I know who he is,” Bruce sighs, pulling off his glasses and wiping them like he can’t bare looking at Steve. “He’s Peter Stark. As in, son of Tony Stark. Do you know who Tony Stark is, Steve? He’s the reason that Peter doesn’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. He’s the Tony Stark. That’s why I’m beginning to question your sanity.”

Steve pouts at that, and sets his head in his hands miserably as the class starts. He spends most of it completely confused as to anything that the professor is saying, and the other part gazing at Peter as discreetly as he can manage. The boy is so beautiful, he aches. And he’s typing into an expensive laptop quickly, looking like he understands everything.

He probably does. He’s a genius, after all. He’s a Stark. He finds jokes about physics equations funny just by looking at them and Steve has to google them just to get the gist. He knows this because he- not stalks, but follows Peter on instagram- why wouldn’t he? Why wouldn’t he want to see candid selfies of the boy bashfully half hidden behind his hands? Of him lying in bed half asleep and hugging his kitten Ojai? The tiny little thing almost as cute as Peter that the boy had rescued from an animal shelter? Of sunsets and views and shots of him and his omega friends? Peter comments laughing emojis on science puns and math symbols and Steve is in love, double tapping every photo.

But Peter has millions of instagram followers. Steve’s just a nameless face.

It’s a disheartening thought. But probably a necessary one- Peter is a freshman, a tiny, doe-eyed freshman who looks much younger. Who even let him into a place as brutal as college? He’s so small. He’s so soft and amazing and-

Steve falls into a daydream where maybe one day he and Peter post a picture of the two of them on his instagram account and-

When he comes to, Bruce is standing in front of him, looking remarkably unimpressed. Everyone else is gone, the classroom is empty and Steve smiles sheepishly. “You are going to fail this module.” Bruce declares unsympathetically. “And I am not going to tutor you.”

So much for friendship.

He tries to push thoughts of Peter out of his head and he even manages a little. He manages not to think of those chestnut curls or that milky skin or his perfect smile and tight, plump ass. He tries not to think about that when the headline broke that Tony Stark’s only son would be going to the same college as Steve- he nearly lost his mind. 

 It’s two days later, in the middle of the afternoon after a gruelling practise in the summer heat, that he’s scanning the squad for some refreshments when, of course, of course, he sees Peter with a lemonade stand. Like something out of a wet dream.

He’s awed at the sight of him. White tennis shoes, his long legs bare, and white shorts that are so flowy and flimsy it almost looks like a skirt- with a cream crop top that is tantalisingly tempting as it flutters around the lean, taught stomach. God, Steve wants. Peter’s all flushed and red from the heat. He wants to cover that delicate skin in suncream and kiss him and adore him. He’s so distracted by the sight of Peter, that he jumps a foot in the air when the sound of a megaphone goes off in his ear.

“Football should not just be for Alphas!” A dark skinned omega yells at him, and shoves a flyer into his chest. He grunts a little at the force of it and stares at her in shock, as Peter heads over with a glass of lemonade.

“MJ,” he calls disapprovingly, “we’re not going to sell much lemonade if you keep yelling that at people.”

“And we’re not going to fight injustice by you handing out lemonade.” She grumbles, but heads off dutifully back to the stand. Steve watches her go warily, a little afraid. But now he’s left with Peter, Peter who’s so close and a little shiny with sweat so that Steve can smell him. God, he smells good. He smells like lavender and his favourite chocolate chip cookies and the barest hint of strawberries and-

“Sorry about MJ. She seems a little grumpy, but she’s just passionate. Would you like to buy some lemonade?” Peter asks adorably, rocking on his heels and beaming up at Steve and practically radiating sunshine and rainbows. “We’re collecting for the local animal shelter!”

Steve is already reaching for his bag to get his wallet, and doesn’t see the way Peter’s eyes linger on the places his shirt has stuck to his abs with sweat. He’s trying not to stumble in the face of the effortless beauty and the smell of sure a pure, sweet omega. He wants to think of something cool to say. Something suave and interesting. What comes out is: “Sure, I love animals.”

Fucking idiot. Who doesn’t love animals?

“Same!” Peter exclaims excitedly, “I have a kitten that I rescued from a shelter!”

“Really?” Steve asks, playing dumb, “what type is he?” He hands over the money- actually, he hands over all the money in his wallet, and Peter hands over the lemonade with eager hands. Like he just can’t wait for Steve to try it. He’s never ben this physically close to Peter before and the size difference is amazing. Peter is tiny- obviously, all omegas are, but Peter truly is the smallest thing ever. Steve thinks that at the smallest point of Peter’s waist, he could wrap his hands right around it. He’s like a little fairy, a dainty elfin omega.

“He’s the most adorable little cream and ivory tabby! Oh, and he has the most stunning bright blue eyes, look, I have a picture!” He reaches for his phone, and Steve is so completely fucking endeared, when Peter seems to notice the money in his hand.

He stares at it in confusion for a second, before looking up at Steve (and he really does have to look up), then back down to the money, then back at Steve. “You’re…you’re donating thirty dollars?” He whispers, eyes wide and he looks like he might cry with joy.

There goes dinner for tonight. And breakfast tomorrow. Steve nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s for a good cause,” he murmurs. Peter really is an angel, and he looks like one too, all decked out in white. Because Steve knows. Steve’s seen the pictures. He’s seen the photos of Peter’s home growing up- Stark Mansion, the stunning, enormous house in acres of green that Peter will go home to every Thanksgiving, Christmas and Summer for the rest of his degree. But he’s still acting like this is a lot of money, and god, he’s precious-

“MJ!” Peter calls, gesturing his scary friend over from the stand. “Come look! He’s-“ he cuts himself off, staring at Steve with his bambi eyes as MJ reluctantly comes over. “I’m so sorry! I don’t even know your name!”

“Steve Rogers,” he greets, trying to keep his voice level, and Peter smiles at him with his fucking dimples and rosy pink lips. Steve holds out his hand without trembling by some miracle.

Peter takes it in his tiny, dainty ones. It’s completely engulfed in Steve’s. “Peter,” he murmurs, like everyone on campus doesn’t know who he is. How could they not? Tony is famous, and everyone is utterly besotted by his gorgeous, perfect omega. MJ arrives, and Steve is momentarily distracted by her.

She’s a pretty omega, slim and delicate, and although a little taller than Peter, she has something unique about her. She has dark eyes and dark hair and she looks at him with narrowed eyes.

“Steve just donated thirty dollars!” Peter exclaims, waving the money at her. “Isn’t that amazing? Mrs Denver is going to be so happy! We’re so close to our goal! Do you think she’ll let us help repaint the sign?”

MJ’s cool veneer seems to waver a little, and she looks reluctantly amused by Peter’s bright eyed enthusiasm. “Maybe.” She answers noncommittally, “So, Steve. You like helping out?”

Steve swallows hard, and nods. “Yeah, uh- it’s a good cause.” She stares at him like she can see through to his soul. “And uh- I- I mean, I’m all for omega rights and omegas in sports, but- mixed Alpha and Omega football might be- dangerous. The size difference alone, there’s a lot of risk.”

She doesn’t look like she believes him at all about the lemonade, but she does look a little impressed by his views. He feels good about the interaction, overall. “Cool.” She says eventually, before towing Peter away.

He lets out a little yelp, but turns to wave gleefully at Steve.

The blond smiles, taking a sip of the lemonade and groaning. Fuck. It’s fantastic. It’s almost worth all the money he’s given away. It’s cool and refreshing and obviously homemade and it’s sweet- just like Peter.

That night, Peter posts a picture of him and MJ. He’s kissing her cheek and she’s smiling and relaxed in a way Steve didn’t know she was capable of. It’s cute. He double taps it and scrolls through the comments. Most of them are sweet and complimentary, but there are a few more lewd suggestions. Steve scowls but he’s not surprised. Though omega-omega relationships are taboo, the porn is hot.

He goes to sleep with the smell of lavender and cookies in his head, and the lingering taste of lemonade on his lips.

A week goes by without contact, with devastates Steve but it’s for the best. He’s a senior, and Peter is a wide-eyed, innocent first year, and he deserves someone as clever as he is. Steve should- he should focus on the pretty omegas in his own year. He should try to get thoughts of those lovely brown eyes out of his head.

And he does have things to be worried about.

As it stands, he is failing History of Math. He looks down at his most recent assignment grade and shudders. He’s going to have to beg Bruce to tutor him.

He steps into the classroom and looks for his friend for some humble grovelling when he hears-

“Steve?”

He turns slowly, but of course, it’s Peter. The only person with a voice as sweet and melodic and attached to Steve’s heart. He’s sitting in the front row, wearing a large purple sweater that swamps him deliciously, and a black ribbon choker that draws all the attention right to his delicious neck. Steve’s mouth waters with the need to claim. He’s already got his stuff set out and he beams, waving at Steve in amazement and gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

Steve takes a step forward instinctively, before he hears someone else call his name.

He turns to the hiss to see Bruce, nearer the back, a warning look on his face.

Fuck. Bruce is right. Peter is- Peter is too young, way too out of his league, he deserves someone better than Steve. He takes a step back from Peter towards Bruce and he sees it.

Hurt.

Hurt flashes across Peter’s face. It’s quick, almost impossible to catch, but his eyes widen and his lips part with impossible sadness, before that supportive smile and friendly beam comes back.

Steve feels like he’s been punched right in the gut .

He can’t bear the thought, not even for a second, that he’s hurt Peter’s feelings. Not the sweetest omega in the world, so he heads over and takes the seat almost viciously. Peter twists towards him, radiating happiness. “Steve!” He exclaims joyously, “I didn’t know you took this class.”

God, he smells amazing. He looks amazing. He’s so tiny and brilliant and- “Yeah, I uh- swapped in late. It was a mistake to be honest, I completely failed the last assignment. I was actually just gonna ask one of my friends for help.” He turns to point at Bruce, and Peter turns too.

Bruce waves at Peter and glares daggers at Steve.

“Oh!” Peter beams, “I know Bruce! We’re in science club together. He’s a senior isn’t he-“ Peter stops short, his eyes go wide and he seems to realise something. Suddenly, he’s scanning the classroom, eyes flickering from person to person and Steve frowns. “Everyone in here is a senior.” He whispers.

Steve looks around, and sure enough, Peter is right. He hums in surprise.

“Oh my god,” Peter closes his eyes (and oh god, his lovely eyelashes are so long and they curl against the cusp of his cheek) and he looks sad. Steve sits up in concern. “Dad,” Peter whispers to himself angrily.

Dad- oh. Oh.

“I can’t believe this,” the omega whispers, shaking his head in anguish. “He always does this! I can never just achieve something for myself! And-and I actually thought that I was meant to be in this class-“ he laughs humourlessly, sounding on the brink of tears, and Steve shakes his head.

“Hey,” he murmurs, collecting Peter’s tiny hands in his own. God, his skin is so soft. Softer than Steve ever imagined. “Don’t- don’t do that. C’mon. Your dad…he was only trying to help, you know?” He croons in a soft, soothing voice because omegas are so delicate and sensitive. “And you do. You do deserve to be here, you’re so smart. You’re brilliant-I mean, what did you get on that assignment? I just bet it was an A.”

Peter looks up at him shyly, his eyes wide and glittering like diamonds. Red crawls across his cheeks in affirmation.

“I knew it,” he squeezes his hands gently, “your dad just…he wants people to see how brilliant you are. Maybe he opened the door, but you deserve to be in this room. Sometimes professors need to…need to be shown how amazing students can be. I mean, god, Peter, you’re…” he trails off, because he wants to bury his head in Peter’s neck and declare his love for him and Peter is staring up at him in awe. Like he’s taken aback by the adoration in his voice. He clears his throat and shakes his head. “I mean- I had to flirt with the admissions woman to let me swap.”

Peter giggles, sniffling. “I bet that went down well. A tall handsome alpha flirting with her, she must’ve been a mess.”

Steve’s inner Alpha preens, and the rest of the lesson flies by in a flash.

They don’t become friends exactly, because alphas and omegas aren’t usually friends, but they form something of a kinship. They become partners whenever they’re in class together, and they kid and joke around. Peter follows him back on instagram and for the first time- Steve comments on a photo.

It’s a picture of Peter and one of his friends at ballet practise and Steve writes one word. Beautiful.

They don’t text or message, but it feels like something…tentative and precious. Steve wants to hold it close and treasure it even though he knows it’s wrong. They see each other a few times, not often, but a few times outside of class. Always quite by accident, and they talk and gaze at each other. Once, outside of the science building, they’d bumped into each other and eaten lunch together on a bench in the sunlight, and Peter had said he’d quite like to come and see Steve play one day.

Steve had said he’d like that quite a bit.

Of course, that doesn’t mean he’d actually thought it would happen.

But then one night, as the cold air whips at them as they stand at the edge of the pitch, Steve looks up to see Peter in the stands. It takes his breath away. Surely not. It must be a mirage. He’s there with MJ, wrapped up in a fluffy coat and cheering, with the college’s colours painted onto his cheeks. It’s the most beautiful, wholesome thing Steve has ever seen. He thinks he could do absolutely anything if Peter was cheering him on.

“Fuck, who’s that next to your omega?” Bucky asks eagerly, looking up at the stands.

Steve gapes. “What? MJ? And- he’s not - not my omega.”

“Is she attached?” Bucky asks, lacing up his boots.

“Is she- no, I don’t think so, but she’s- they’re freshman.”

Bucky laughs, shoving Steve a little. “They’re eighteen, Steve. I mean- Tony Stark would probably hunt you down and kill you, but they’re not children.”

It stays with Steve. There’s still stigma though, especially around older alphas and younger omegas. Omegas are naive and innocent and soft, they’re easily led astray and Alphas shouldn’t manipulate them and-and Steve just wants Peter to be happy. If Peter got an eighteen year old Alpha boyfriend Steve would kill him be happy for him.

Or he’d try.

Probably.

At the end of the game, he wants to run to the stands and scoop Peter into his arms and kiss him- but he doesn’t. He restrains himself, and sips at his water, trying to catch his breath as sweat pours down him. They’ve won. They’ve won and his inner-alpha feels so good at knowing they’ve impressed and proved triumph in front of their omega.

Shit- not his, not-

“Steve! You were amazing!” Peter gushes, and Steve whips around to see Peter right in front of him, tiny and adorable and flushed with exhilaration, nose red from the cold. “You were so fast!!!” He jumps into Steve’s arms and Steve holds him tight. It feels right to have him in his arms. Peter squeals, and nuzzles into his neck and holy shit he smells so good-

“Yeah, alright, I don’t wanna puke.” MJ rolls her eyes, though there’s a teasing lilt to her voice. Steve reluctantly sets Peter down and feels colour rush to his cheeks. He sighs at the sight of Bucky, having appeared out of nowhere and eager to be introduced.

“Dangerous, dangerous game,” Bruce mutters, brushing his hair as they get ready for Peter’s arrival. They’re all heading to some campus club, and Bucky and MJ are meeting them there. “I swear to god, if Tony Stark finds out I know you and ruins my chances of getting a job-“

“We’re not dating,” Steve insists.

Though he wishes they were. They’re so close now. He knows Peter’s scent by heart, his little smile, and sometimes before Peter posts a selfie, he sends it to Steve first. It’s always gorgeous: a pastel sweater and a glittery necklace and sometimes even ones with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

One second it’s a photo of Peter with Ojai on his head smiling like the most adorable thing on the planet, the next it’s Peter with his hand balled in his sweater and pulling it down over his bare thighs in a gif that shows his chest and Steve watches it on repeat. Peter had confided in him that the day after he’d turned eighteen, modelling agencies and fashion designers had contacted him, eager for their chance to be features on his instagram, eager for some image or sensation to be promoted, and Peter had shied away from the attention- feeling no prettier than any other omega. 

“It’s so fucking great being a beta,” Bruce says to himself, neatening his collar one last time. “I can be above to all this bullshit.”

Steve scoffs. “You don’t think he’s gorgeous?”

“I said above, not blind.”

And then there’s a knock at the door.

They look at each other nervously, before Steve wipes his sweaty palms on his jean-clad thighs and opens it.

Peter is a vision of pink. His lips are dusky rose and he has fuschia eyeshadow and his pink meshtop is as snug as a second skin as it dips into his highwaisted pale pink denim shorts. It’s the sexiest thing on the face of the planet. 

Steve gapes; at a loss for words.

Luckily, Bruce isn’t.

“Holy shit.” 

Read part two here (contains links to ao3 options). 

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Walkers (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin / Jungkook

Creative Content Contributors: @baebae-goodnight it’s ya girl, and she’s back with another moodboard that perfectly captures the vibe of the fic.

Rating: PG-13 (strong concepts, dark concepts) 

Word Count: 6,281

Genre: Fantasy / Sci-Fi; dystopian!AU, magic!AU

Description: There are some beings in the world who can walk in both this one and the next. They exist on two planes – one, the concrete land of buildings and people; the other, a shadowy landscape of dreams and blurred reality. Everyone thought they disappeared though, everyone thought they were gone. You thought this as well, until you began having the dreams.

Chapter Two: The Seer

With a noise like a zap, or a zonk, you burst out in a field.

Stumbling at the resurgence of gravity, you gasp out loud –

– only for Jimin to appear beside you, still tightly holding your hand.

Where he existed previous to now, you haven’t the faintest idea. His hand is grasped warmly in yours – it feels as though it always has been. You would have felt the weight of any disturbance and yet, you blink, disoriented by his appearance. It feels as though the entire universe has reshuffled or, perhaps your particles have reshuffled the world.

“Fuck,” Jimin gasps, letting go of you to drop his hands to his knees. His chest rises and falls with each breath; his forehead is rosy, dotted with sweat.

The removal of his hand is alienating and so, you stuff both of yours in your pockets – as though to hide all physical evidence of your loneliness.

This is when you realize, the world around you is purple.

Strange, varied hues of it – every shade and depth of the color imaginable. Your mouth gapes and you blink several times, as though to rid yourself of the visage. Each time that you do though, the scenery remains. Or – you can’t seem to grasp any empirical evidence otherwise, which means this must be the truth. Things without evidence are often lies. Turning around in a slow circle, your brain balks at the rejection of everything you once believed.

“Welcome to Lilac.”

With a start, Jimin’s voice reminds you that you are not alone on this planet. Glancing to him, you find Jimin has pushed himself upright; one arm of his leans lackadaisically against a tree – the trunk of which is the palest shade of lavender, in contrast to grape-colored leaves.

“I – what?” you gasp, a strangled sound. 

No part of ‘Welcome to Lilac’ illuminates your situation – one second, you were in Jimin’s house and now, well, you have no idea. Taking a shaky step forward, you spread your hands in the air. Wriggling them experimentally, they seem to obey every order. 

This all seems real, you must say. It’s just, you’ve never dreamt of such a beautiful world before. Only nightmares.

The sky above you is the color of night. Dark ink, swirled with onyx and in the middle are stamped two bright-colored suns. Overly so, they burn dusk-red on the horizon, illuminating the cavernous field that you stand in. 

There are two suns in the sky, not one.

“Oh, my fucking god,” you whisper, unable to look away.

Pushing himself off of the tree, Jimin comes closer. “I know – it is a lot to take in, the first time that you travel. I remember back when I – hey! Whoa!” he yelps, when you fly suddenly towards him and begin to pummel his chest with your fists.

“Where the,” you gasp, punching Jimin as hard as you can in the side, “fuck,” another punch, this one to his elbow, “are we?”

The words are hissed between breath, intent upon beating the shit out of him – until you glance up and realize Jimin is no longer there. Jimin waves at you, off to the side and you frown in confusion, when you realize you have been punching at nothing.

Both your hands fall limp. “I – what just happened?”

Jimin laughs at your expression – actually laughs – which makes you think perhaps you were wrong, earlier. Maybe you are dreaming, because several hours prior, you thought the surly Walker not capable of such an emotion. But then a breeze wafts past you, carrying with it the faint tang of citrus and you wonder what kind of dreams are able to produce smell. Well, the scent is probably not citrus, you reason; just something like it. There’s no guarantee this world even has food; not in the human sense of the word.

Shivering, you realize this is the truth of things. This is another world. You are standing on another world, another planet and somehow, Jimin brought you here. Grass tickling your ankles, you take an uncertain step forward. The color of the grass is mauve, another strange shade and you bend, brushing fingertips over the top. It might be your imagination, but the wind seems to whisper in turn.

“What is this place?” you murmurs; this time, the question is asked in a much different tone.

Glancing up, you find Jimin already looking at you. “Lilac,” he repeats – though this, too, he says in a new way. “At least,” he frowns, “that’s what I call it. Not a very creative name, I know but there’s no word in our language. Or, if there is – it’s long been lost to our kind. I found Lilac by accident,” Jimin confesses, looking up at the suns. The wind whips his hair, stirring it into a frenzy. “We’ll be safe here, at least for a little while.”

Slowly, you stand, marveling when the bones in your body remain silent. The past few weeks, you have been barely able to sleep. Dark circles exist under your eyes, your joints creak hazily and each motion produces aches – but no longer.

“Jimin,” you start to say – then stop, considering the enormity of what you wish to ask. There are a billion questions to think of, but none presents itself as most important. “How did you get over there?”

Jimin pauses, before reappearing before you. “Magic,” he answers. Upon seeing your expression, he laughs and adds, “Perhaps you should sit down, while I explain.”

The suggestion seems arbitrary, since you are already halfway to lowering yourself to the ground. This is an odd fact about humans: significant news is often best-received from a seated position. The strange, mauve grass parts when you sit and from here, touching the ground, you look upwards at Jimin.

He settles before you as well, dark hair blown haphazardly over his features. It is odd, the wind of this planet. It doesn’t seem to come from any one direction, or even move in a discernable pattern. It plays with Jimin’s hair as one would with a friend – it touches yours curiously, as though in exploration. Frowning, you shove strands behind your ears in response.

Jimin seems more at ease – no, scratch that, he seems just more and perhaps this is the first time you believe what he says. Jimin is a Walker. He can travel between worlds and if that is true – perhaps what he said about you is true, as well.

Twining a blade of grass with his finger, Jimin frowns while considering where to begin. “I suppose it makes the most sense, starting with the concept of Blocks.”

“Blocks?” You find yourself unfamiliar with the word and, being a person unaccustomed to ignorance, you frown. It is not so much the word in itself, but rather the way Jimin says it – shaped by his lips, as an indication of magic.

He nods, still twirling the blade in his hand. “Magic exists, Y/N.” Jimin pauses, allowing this to sink in.

Rather than be shocked, as he clearly expected, you simply raise both your eyebrows. “That seems a bit obvious,” you say, “given we’re currently sitting on purple grass on another planet, right now.”

Jimin’s face twitches, as though wanting to laugh before he thinks better. “Okay, but it’s more than just traveling between worlds, Y/N. Magic,” he states, lifting a hand – the blade of grass spins, flying overhead in response, “exists everywhere. Magic is an infinite supply of energy that anyone can use, given they have the right capabilities.”

Mouth ajar, you follow the purple grass towards the sky. “And you have the right capabilities?” you manage to ask, although clearly, he does.

Jimin nods, focused on the spinning object above. “So do you, I imagine.”

With a frown, you tear your gaze away from the blade. Squinting at the planet, you try – and fail – to move a leaf with your mind. Perhaps this is because you have no idea what you’re doing. It is as though someone has handed you a blank sheet of paper and told you to draw, but gave no utensil. Or, perhaps they handed over the pencil as well – but still, you have no idea whether to use the tip or the eraser.

Scrunching your eyes, you stare intently at a puce-colored flower.

Jimin chuckles, letting the grass drop to the ground. “It takes practice,” he assures, dusting his hands off on his pants. “For you, right now, there’s a tsunami of information pouring in through a door. It’s too much and you don’t have the time to digest it – which leads to the worst kind of sensory overload. With time, you’ll be able to separate out the strands.”

“Alright,” you sigh, giving up on the pretense that you can do magic for now. “It’s like you’re trying to confuse me. What the fuck are the strands?”

Jimin huffs, a tiny movement of his lips. “Right – strands of magic. Strands of energy, binding together the universe. Everything of consequence is made up of particles – some people can just see them better, that’s all. Some people,” he adds, a slight gleam to his eyes, “can use them.”

A strange kind of excitement unfurls in your stomach. “So,” you respond, returning to looking at the flower, “this is what you do, when you travel between worlds?”

“What we do,” Jimin corrects, arching a brow. “But yes, that’s it. We bend the strands, we move them together into a more efficient fashion.”

“Right.” Pursing your lips, you are sure your face remains dubious. “And what you did earlier, with the grass – that was a different kind of magic, than traveling?”

“Walking,” Jimin corrects, lowering both hands to the dirt. “Although, I guess we sometimes do call it traveling. And yes, in a way. But back to the concept of Blocks,” he says, even though he didn’t explain this the first time. “A Block is a magical entity, of sorts. They are magical entities which exist to cancel out other magic.”

“Cancel out... magic?”

Jimin nods, a knowing look on his face.

In response to this, you scowl, since you have always felt arrogance to be an unbearable character trait. On Jimin, though, it does not seem unattractive, which is an insufferable contradiction.

“What do you mean by, ‘cancel out’?” you prod. “How can one magic diminish another?”

Jimin looks up at the sky. “How does anything work, in any world?” he murmurs, though the question doesn’t seem directed at you. Leaning back on his hands, he sighs. “A Block can be anything – an object, a person, a building. The Earth is a Block,” he offers, looking your way.

You still. In the distance, beyond, wine-colored mountains blend into the sky. It paints a rather lovely portrait.

“The Earth, as a planet, is a giant Block for magic. It’s why we can’t do these kinds of things there,” he explains as, with a wave of his hand, Jimin sets the grass spinning. “Only certain magics work, certain patterns of of energy exist on the Earth. It’s party why the Normals won against us in the war, so many years ago.”

Staring at him dizzily, you wonder when you moved so easily from they to us. For so long, you listened to history lessons about how you won the war. A war where you, the Normals, drove out the dangerous Walkers and regained the planet Earth as your own. Now, you realize you are a part of them. You are the beings so easily stamped out and suddenly, your origin story doesn’t sound so appealing.

Dragging a hand through your hair, you turn to look at the suns.

Odd, how similar this place is to Earth. Except for the purple, of course – but apart from that, it could be a twin. One would think that, given an infinite combination of particles in the universe, molecules would not deign to order themselves the same way. With a noise almost like a chuckle, the breeze stirs in your hair.

Clearing his throat, Jimin returns your attention to him. “Only some magic is possible on Earth,” he affirms. “Walkers travel to other worlds. Seers can do this, and bring items back with them. But on some worlds,” he shrugs, throwing out both arms. Leaves and grass swirl up, between fingers. “We can do more.”

Sunlight pierces the leaves, suspended in midair before you. Staring, you wonder at the change in the air – and in Jimin, seated before you. When you met him on Earth, he was a dim, fading thing. Here, there is something wild and alive in his gaze. Jimin takes a deep breath, exhaling this slow through his nostrils.

“Not every world is like Lilac,” Jimin cautions, keeping both eyes closed. “There are bad places in the universe, Y/N; evil places. They work harder to pull others in, which is why you keep accidentally going to them in your dreams. Worlds like Lilac, these are harder to find.”

Nodding, you lift both hands from the grass – and realize, with shock, the blades cling to your skin. A beacon of energy, Jimin said about you in his attic. 

With a sigh, Jimin reaches out, swiping these into the dirt. “I should’ve realized,” he murmurs, brushing the curve of your wrist. More grass tumbles to the ground, but you are not looking at this – you are looking at him. “Even in a mostly dead world, a Seer is dangerous.”

You shiver, this time not from him. You shiver from the idea that just by being here, you are calling things to you – the notion is a frightening one, to say the least, so you push it aside. A mostly dead world, Jimin said. You don’t want to consider what this mostly part means. 

Leaning back on your palms, you stare up at the sky. Above are a million, tiny pricks of light. Eerily similar to home and yet, not. You stare, keeping your eyes open for as long as you can and there – in the single, fleeting moment before everything blurs – you think there is a pulse to the rhythm, a stark weaving of energy.

“What is a Seer?” you whisper, when you blink. The energy disappears, leaving you wanting. “I know what you said earlier,” you hasten, noting the change in Jimin’s expression. “I’m a gateway of sorts, between worlds – but what does that mean, really?”

Jimin sighs. “It means not only can you rearrange your own energy – you can rearrange someone else’s. And that is rare.”

“I guess,” you mutter, with a shrug. Truthfully, this does not seem so special. “I don’t see how that’s important, though. Why is it so valuable – why would things seek me out, when I travel?”

Jimin stares at you in amazement. “Are you serious – okay,” he exhales, scooting closer. Grabbing one of your hands, he holds it high overhead. “Let’s call this the Earth.”

Glancing at your hand, you shrug. “Okay.”

“This,” Jimin grabs your other hand, bringing it far away from the first, “is the neighboring planet, Siphon.”

“Siphon?”

“It was the first word I thought of. Anyways, Siphon,” Jimin continues, wriggling the one hand above you, “wants to attack Earth. But – oh, no! What a large waste of perfectly good resources. What a large sum of time, money and spaceships just to get from one side of the galaxy to the other! Unless,” he counters, raising a brow. “What if we simply kidnap a Seer and use them to – zap! – move an entire army from one world to the next.”

Your blood chills, wincing at the sound it makes when Jimin smushes your hands together. “I,” you exhale, then swallow. “Is that possible?”

Jimin nods, releasing your hands and letting them fall to your sides. “It’s happened before,” he states. “It’s happened often enough that Seers were deemed a threat to humanity, long ago. Many were killed during the War,” Jimin admits, a certain sadness entering his gaze. “Which is why you’re so rare, why I didn’t even know what you were. I’ve never met another Seer.”

Your mind crowds, full of noisy implications you would rather not consider. Your powers must have come from somewhere, they had to. From the way Jimin speaks, it seems as though his are hereditary – the Walkers are a people, the Normals are a people. But, if so, what are you? Neither of your parents exhibited signs of being a Seer or, at least, none you can recall. You are all alone and while yes, that is not exactly a new fact, somehow it seems much more permanent.

Jimin tilts his head. “Seers are dangerous,” he explains. “Especially you, since you’re old for a newbie and don’t know what the hell you’re doing.”

“Hey!” you blurt out, curling your legs into your chest. “Watch who you’re calling old,” you huff. “You can’t be much younger than I am. If you even are.”

“Sorry,” Jimin shrugs, though he doesn’t look it. “That’s not what I meant. What I meant was that Walkers learn to control their powers at a young age. The fact that you never did – well,” Jimin hesitates. “It’s no wonder you’re attracting big prey. Something has kept your powers at bay for a long time – it’s the only explanation, as to why you haven’t realized what you are. Now that your powers are free, though…” Jimin shrugs. “Everything is releasing all at once.”

“A tsunami through a door,” you repeat, borrowing Jimin’s phrase from earlier.

Jimin nods, dark hair pushed back by the wind. “Exactly.”

You are quiet for a few minutes, letting this all sink in. The most logical explanation is a Block – a Block, which exists somewhere in your life and hinders your magical abilities. This is too much to think about now, though, especially when you are here, and not back on Earth.

“Are we the only magical beings that exist?” you query, then frown. “Also, how are there even different magical beings, if all energy is the same? You keep on saying you’re a Walker and yet,” you wave a hand at the grass, “you’re clearly more.”

Jimin hums, lowering himself to lie flat on the world. Arranging himself into a more comfortable position, he stares at the sky. “Ah, that’s hard.” Jimin frowns, lacing his hands over his stomach. “I think it can be best explained, in terms of personality. Let’s pretend, for a moment, I’m very skilled in verbal communication.”

“Ha,” you snort.

Delicately, Jimin arches a brow. “I said pretend. Anyways, pretend I’m a great verbal communicator – this doesn’t mean I can’t communicate through a written medium. It just means I’m most skilled when I speak out loud.” Lifting his head from the grass, Jimin stares at you. “I’m good at traveling places. For some reason, on Earth, everything else becomes muted and only my strongest skill remains. It’s an odd sort of Block.”

“Well,” you exhale, settling down in the grass to match his position. “Why don’t you just stay in other worlds, then? If you can do magic elsewhere, why not just stay here?”

Jimin’s expression takes on a cast of pure obviousness. “Because those other worlds aren’t home.”

Nodding, you lower yourself flat, like he is. To some, this might seem like a silly answer but to you, it makes sense.

“Can people levitate things on Earth?” you ask, turning your head on the grass. “If that’s their ‘specialty,’ as you put it?”

Jimin turns his head as well, meeting your gaze. “In theory, I suppose. I haven’t met any.”

There’s a strange cast to his words, darker than previous and you frown. “Jimin, why are you –”

When he sits up, the movement is abrupt, breaking the moment. “I don’t want to talk about my past,” Jimin mutters. “I don’t want to talk about where I live, or why, or how I came to be there.”

There is something hard, finite to his voice. He stares at the mountains and you try not to notice the raw pain to his gaze. The moment seems oddly private, as though you are not meant to see it. His tone does not invite further conversation and, unwilling to push him on this, you don’t try.

“Okay,” you shrug, returning your gaze to the suns.

Jimin settles onto the grass, kicking one ankle over the other. He stares at the stars for so long, you think he might have forgotten you. “Before,” he sighs, sliding back into conversation. “When you were attempting to assault me, and I disappeared – that is magic I can do back on Earth.”

“Oh, sure,” you respond, turning to face him with a scowl.

He smiles, some of his former ease returning. “That’s just me, traveling – or, Walking. It’s my natural specialty and I can do it quite easily.”

“So, let me get this straight.” Frowning, you stare up at the sky. “You get to zip around the universe, you basically have the power of teleportation – and here I am, a giant doorway.”

“Along with a lighthouse, yes.”

Glaring at nothing, you wave a hand overhead. “Do you see how unfair that is?”

A puff of laughter passes Jimin’s lips. “Yeah. Look – you could have other strengths, as well. Like I said, I’ve never actually met a Seer before. You’re the first. Apparently, this means you can travel, too,” Jimin shrugs. “At least, you did earlier, when I brought you to Lilac.”

When he says this, a horrifying image begins to form in your thoughts. “Wait,” you respond, turning your head on the grass. “Are you saying… that before, when we came here... you didn’t know if I could?”

Jimin’s cheeks color. “It, uh, seemed worth the risk.”

For the second time on the planet, you launch yourself forward and begin pummeling him with your fists. Jimin laughs, curling in on himself – only to disappear, reappearing in a bush several feet over.

“Stop doing that,” you huff, pushing yourself onto your elbows.

Jimin is still laughing, clutching his shirt. “I’m sorry,” he protests, tumbling free of the leaves to wipe mirth from his eyes. “I just haven’t ever experienced my powers with someone else before. Turns out, it’s kind of fun.”

Although you’re still pissed at him, your curiosity gets the better of you. “What do you mean by that?” you ask, lowering yourself on the grass.

“Well,” Jimin muses, scooting closer to flop down on his front. “Being a Walker is kind of alienating. The whole ‘travel by yourself’ thing gets old, fast. I’ve never come to Lilac with anyone else before.”

This thought strikes you as incredibly lonely. “No one? Ever?” 

Scanning the horizon of lavender lakes and trees, you wonder if the beauty would hold true, were you to only ever see it by yourself. For some reason, the implication is unsettling.

“No one,” he answers.

“What about another Walker?” you query, turning your head.

“Time is a funny thing,” Jimin says and, when you look, he stares straight overhead. “It moves differently in different parts of the universe. The one time I tried visiting a place with another Walker – they arrived five years in the past, I got there seventy-four in the future.”

Eyes widening, you release the breath you were holding. “How?”

“How,” Jimin sighs, loosening a groan and throwing a hand over his face. “I don’t know,” he mumbles, in between body parts. “Lord – Y/N. Do I seem as though the universe has let me in on all of its personal secrets?”

“Kind of, yeah. You have that ‘omniscient, egotistical asshole’ vibe.”

The corner of Jimin’s mouth lifts. “Ha. Well,” he sighs, from underneath his arm. “I don’t know how it works. Think of it like earlier – when I took your two hands and smushed them together. Time is kind of like that, too.”

“Confusing, and full of crappy metaphors?”

“Sure, but also non-linear,” Jimin points out, finally removing his arm from his face. “Time is amorphous, has no straight lines and when a Walker travels, it is hard to control both space and time in one jump. Except on your planet of birth,” Jimin corrects, thinking it through. “You body reaches for one timeline there, for some reason.”

“Huh.” You can think of no further response – everything about today, or tonight is just one, giant question mark. The rest is just details, until the newness subsides.

“You know, you’re handling this much better than most people would.”

“Am I?” you muse.

Turning, you marvel at the sight of Jimin, bathed in violet twilight.

He nods, profile dipping in and out of shadow. “Most Walkers learn about their abilities at a young age, grow up knowing what they are – even if they have to keep it a secret from society. Anyways, most Walkers reject the concept of magic, the first time that they hear it. You didn’t.”

“Oh. That’s good to know, I guess.”

“Of course, most Walkers are around five or six years old when they learn.”

Without hesitation, you punch Jimin in the arm.

“Hey!” he yelps, though he’s laughing.

“There’s more where that came from,” you inform, folding both hands over your stomach. His laughter quiets and, as the silence stretches between you, uncertainty drifts in and out of your thoughts. “Jimin?”

“Yeah?” he mumbles, both eyes shutting. “Are you going to hit me again?”

“Not if you don’t deserve it,” you huff – but there’s a catch to your voice.

Hearing this, Jimin opens his eyes.

Before you can move, he is before you. In the blink of an eye, Jimin travels closer and you suck in a breath, trying – and failing – to adjust to the nearness of him. This proves to be impossible.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks, a subtle tilt to his head.

He’s so near, you almost lose focus. “What now?” you manage to ask, pushing the words into being. Above you, the world is spinning – not literally, although you can’t say that with certainty. “Now that I know what I am – what now?”

Jimin is quiet for a long moment. “I won’t lie to you,” he responds at last, oddly hesitant. “The Earth is not kind, to people like us.”

“Yeah?” you breathe, curling a hand in the grass. There still exist a few inches between you, a fact which seems significant, given how frequently you consider closing that space.

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees, his hand moving nearer. “I mean, you saw where I live. Technically, Walkers don’t even exist back in our world. Neither do you,” he reminds.

“Right.” It is a cold reminder, one which prompts your next question. “The dreams, though,” you whisper, still looking at him. “The whole reason I sought you out was because of the dreams. I keep accidentally traveling in my sleep,” you explain, fingers tightening on mauve. “And until I know how to stop it – aren’t I in danger of bringing something back?”

Jimin doesn’t move. “Yes,” he breathes, barely audible.

“Okay.” With a half-laugh, you tear your gaze quickly away. “At least you’re honest.”

Unprompted, his hand finds yours in the damp, purple grass. “I’ll teach you,” Jimin implores, oddly earnest. You look at him. The weight of his gaze feels alien – there exists a spark within it, one you have never experienced before.

There are only a few people you’ve encountered who contain such fire. Your ex-boyfriend was one of them, before time and secrets dampened that flame. Your mother was another, although she died too soon for you to fully comprehend. This, feels like more than both.

His touch burns. “Sorry,” Jimin winces, pulling back – but you stop him. “I know my body runs hotter than normal. I mean it,” he implores, “when I say that I’ll help you. Traveling in your dreams is fairly normal for a new Walker. I can help you with that.”

“It’s normal?” you respond, lifting a brow. “It’s normal, to call giant monsters to me in my sleep?”

“Okay, maybe that’s unique.” Jimin’s lips quirk. “But still, it’s just sleep-Walking. You’re astral-projecting into other worlds, which is much less intense.”

“Uh,” you blink, understanding about seventy percent of what he just said. “Come again?”

“Oh, right.” Jimin rubs at his forehead – he still hasn’t let go of your hand with the other. “When you sleep, your body is unresponsive but your mind is awake. All your defenses are lowered and when you’re new, oftentimes you travel. But,” he hastens, seeing your expression, “because your body is asleep – only your mind disappears. That’s what I meant, when I Walked in your dreams earlier and told you I was real, but you were not.”

Despite yourself, you shudder. “That somehow sounds worse.”

Jimin nods, thumb tracing over your wrist. “Don’t worry, your soul is made of tougher stuff than you think. It is not as easily – well, physically – harmed. Still, it’s probably best if you stop sleep-Walking altogether.”

“Oh, you think?” Though the response is sarcastic, you don’t move away. “Thanks,” you whisper, closing your eyes – it has not escaped your notice that Jimin does not have to do any this. You are still, by all accounts, a stranger, despite the trauma you share.

“Anytime,” he responds.

When Jimin withdraws his hand, it feels as though the world has, once again, rearranged. Opening your eyes, you push yourself into a seated position. “What’s wrong?” you ask, when he stands.

Stretching both arms, Jimin arches a brow. “We should be getting back,” he explains, holding out a hand to help you up. “Like I said, timing in other places is strange. How long do you think we’ve been here?” he asks, genuinely curious.

You pause, opening your mouth but find yourself stumped. The light around you hasn’t changed. The shadows on the ground are no longer, no less – nothing has moved in the sky, no constellations have shifted from view. 

“A few hours?”

Jimin shrugs. “I have no idea. Your guess is as good as mine,” he states – cheerfully, as though he didn’t just admit you could be twenty years in the future. “I suppose we’ll find out, once we get back to Earth.”

This is a horrifying statement, though some of your worry is alleviated when Jimin slips his hand into yours.

Only for a moment though, because then you remember the chaotic world you exited. Jimin’s attic, the booming voice at the door, the forced entrance of someone and their climb up the stairs. You still haven’t asked Jimin who that was but, based on his reaction to them, you assume no one good.

Turning around, the wind blows hair over your eyes. “Where are we going?” you ask, tightening your grip.

If Jimin notices the change, he doesn’t comment. “Somewhere you deem safe. An apartment? Safehouse? Someplace no one will see us when we enter. Just think about it,” he exhales, meeting your gaze. “Think of it, and I’ll get us there.”

“My apartment,” you respond, automatic. “No one will be there, and whoever was at your apartment won’t know that we’re there.”

Jimin’s expression flickers, unreadable for a moment. “I’ve never been to the Peak before. Well,” he sighs, licking his lips. “I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

You nod, closing your eyes as thoughts of home fill your mind. “Okay,” you exhale, trying not to feel foolish. Squeezing them shut, you visualize the hallway outside your door; the foyer inside, with a blue plastic vase of flowers.

Jimin exhales.

Everything turns dark, and you gasp – or, try to but find you no longer have a body to breathe. No blood pounds through your veins, no bones shiver in your skin, there is nothing but black, dark emptiness and when you try and scream, zap –

You stumble into the hall, nearly smacking your head on the wall.

Jimin follows, catching your waist and spinning you suddenly backwards. His entire body braces, taking the brunt of your fall. Gasping, you feel suddenly whole again – until you retch, leaning over to grasp both knees with your hands. Jimin seems worse off than you are; he heaves in slow, even motions while ducking his head to his chest.

After a few moments of blood pounding through veins, you manage to push yourself upwards. Luckily, the hallway is empty – it seems that you overshot the landing, you realize, squinting at the numbers on doors. Your apartment is down the hall, around two corners and with a shudder, you wonder what would have happened if you’d appeared in someone else’s apartment. That would have been difficult to explain.

No, there would have been no explanation. You would have been reported and – with a shiver, you cut off that next thought. What would have happened next, you don’t want to think about.

Jimin straightens beside you, rubbing his temples. “God,” he groans. “It’s harder, navigating two people at once. It’s like – you’re carrying me,” he frowns, pulling the pieces together. “You’re the Seer, so you’re taking me with you. But you don’t know how to drive, so I keep having to reach into the driver’s seat and yank the wheel.”

Rolling your eyes, you push past. “Thanks,” you huff and Jimin follows, already starting to smile. “It’s not my fault I don’t know how to travel. Like you said – something has been keeping my abilities at bay.”

“Right,” Jimin nods. Turning the corner, a distant pounding reaches your ears. Probably someone else’s music, or a broadcast show. “That’s the strange part, Y/N. I’ve been meaning to tell you, you should be careful.”

“Careful?” you respond, arching a brow and rolling up your shirtsleeve. The barcode on your wrist serves as a key to your door. Walking around the corner, the pounding grows even louder. “And why is that?”

Jimin does not respond.

Coming to a stop, you turn and see him focused on something over your shoulder. All blood has drained from his expression and Jimin remains frozen for only a moment, before he launches himself forward.

“Jimin!” you gasp, thrown sideways for him to barrel angrily past.

Now, the noise from the hallway is clear. Someone stands at your door, violently knocking – you see this for only a moment, before Jimin is there. He grabs the man by the shoulder, yanking him sideways to punch him square in the jaw.

Oh, fuck. 

With each passing second, your stomach sinks because now, you recognize who it is. You recognize their black, leather jacket; you recognize the clean cut of their clothing. You recognize his smooth white of his uniform underneath and the way his hair curls, overgrown, at the base of his neck.

He stumbles back, not having expected the punch – but re-gathers himself quickly, ducking to avoid the next blow. The man’s movement is quick, efficient countering Jimin’s oncoming punches, but this is to be expected. The man is captain of the police force and as such, is able to dismantle grown men without thinking twice.

What is odd about this fight is, Jimin seems to possess this skill as well.

He ducks the other man’s blow, weaving easily to deliver a second punch to the groin. The second man groans, doubled over and now Jimin draws back his fist – and you dart in, grabbing him with both hands and dragging him backwards.

“Jimin!” you gasp, using all of your weight to get him to stop. “What are you doing?”

Looking down in surprise, Jimin seems to notice you for the first time. “Y/N,” he growls, gaze tightening. “Get out of the way – you’re in danger!”

“Danger?” you hiss, still staring at Jimin. “What are you even talking about?”

By now, the second man has managed to push himself upwards. Standing in the middle of your hall, he regards the two of you warily. It has not escaped your notice, the way the man’s gaze lingers on your hand, touching Jimin. Instantly, you flush and drop both arms to your side.

Jimin’s jaw tightens, looking at you. “He’s a Block, Y/N,” he grunts, flinging out a hand. The point of his finger is accusatory. “Can’t you feel it? The subtle pull at your powers, your conscience, your being? He’s a fucking Block and he’s here at your door – doesn’t that strike you as strange?”

You want to move. Want to, but can’t; too consumed by the words placed into being. Now that Jimin says it, yes, you can feel it. The slow, subtle drain to your energy ever since turning the corner. 

Gaze darting to the other man – whose expression has crumpled into something like fear – you find yourself stuck to the floor. The man now has eyes only for you, completely ignoring Jimin while taking a step forward.

“Fuck,” he whispers, horrified, pushing both hands through his hair. “Y/N... what have you done?”

Jimin freezes, and you know that he hears it. The familiarity, the implicit trust in his tone. “Y/N,” Jimin mutters, not looking away. “What is going on?”

“Jimin,” you whisper, looking from him to the other. “This is my ex-boyfriend. Jungkook.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Jungkook states drily, sticking out a hand.

[ Walkers Master List ]

© kpopfanfictrash, 2018. Do not copy or repost without permission.

[justaramblingromantic]

sun and moon

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou, Tsukasa Eishi, Tsukasa Hi’en (OC), Tsukasa Chouko (OC)/EiRin

Type: Fantasy/Medieval!AU, Dragon Heart!verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 2911

A/N: Dragon writing practice, of sorts. 

Chouko was about two when the Change came over her for the very first time.

It was very abrupt. One moment, the little toddler was happily tottering around the nursery with her mother watching her exploratory antics with amusement, and the next, she tripped, fell on her rump hard enough to scare herself, and then she promptly poofed.

One moment, the white haired little one was a cute, precocious baby, and the next, she was…a cute, precocious baby…of an entirely different species.

In place of where an inquisitive human child had been earlier was now a hound-sized…winged lizard.

To be more precise, a dragon. A baby dragon.

True to her dragonic heritage, she looked like a miniaturized version of her mother and older brother in their Other forms, only that the kit’s scales were moonshine white, taking after her Knight father’s fair coloring, and they rippled beautifully with every shivering movement she made. She glowed like a little moon. Her extended wings; soft, leathery skin stretched taut over delicate, talon-tipped bones that were still far from fully developed, flopped clumsily on the ground – she still did not know how to fold them in neatly against her back yet. Her tiny claws, untried but razor sharp and hard as diamonds, dug into the carpeted floor, slicing through the thick woven fibers like they were made of butter, leaving deep gouges on the stone slabs beneath in the wake of her rising distress.

Still in shock over her own bewildering transformation, her mouth opened to cry for her mama but instead of words, only a shrill, screechy wail came out. The unexpected loud, sharp sound that emerged out of her own throat had scared her too, and she abruptly snapped her narrow, elongated jaws shut, hunching like a beaten dog, pale, slit pupiled lavender eyes quivering piteously, not understanding what was going on at all.

The tiny, newly awakened Queen swiveled her slender, triangular head and lifted it with some difficulty- suddenly, it felt heavier than she was used to, and she had to exert more strength just to hold it upright to seek out her mother. Everything was overwhelming – there was so much noise everywhere crammed into her pounding head and her nose stung with a myriad of new and strange smells. Her eyes watered. She whimpered, cowering back low on the ground and frantically trying to bury her trembling snout beneath her paws, her long, prehensile tail whipping about everywhere in panic, toppling nearby stacks of toy blocks and tossing aside ragdolls with each powerful, haphazard sweep, crying the entire way.

“Oh…baby,” Rindou breathed in surprise as she hurried over to console her terrified butterfly child. She…had not expected this. They had all assumed that Chouko was more human than dragon – she had never showed any signs of Change before…until now. Unlike her older brother, who had popped into his dragonic form suddenly too…at barely six months of age. Hi’en had been very, very young when his dragon blood roared awoke and he started switching fluidly between two forms, hence he had adapted faster and taken to the Change easier, to the point where the young boy seemed to be more dragon than human at times, much to the dismay of his aristocratic (human) relatives.

Chouko was just also going to have to learn to live with this side of her inheritance, now that it too had chosen to rear its head. It would be a bit more difficult for the sensitive, shy child but she would be fine…because she was not alone.

The redhead deftly avoided her kit’s volatilely lashing tail, swiftly crouching down by the distressed child’s side. Her hands reached out, nimble fingers running over the little dragon’s back and flanks and wings, swiftly checking to see if she was hurt. She seemed physically unharmed, but was still making little miserable growling sounds and trying her hardest to claw at her ear flaps-

Ah, Rindou was quickly beginning to figure out what was ailing her daughter. The castle, with its sprawling complexes densely filled with many people and sounds and smells, must have been overwhelming for the child who had yet to learn how to control and filter her senses. Rindou could sympathize, and there was only one way to deal with this problem, and that was to physically remove her from it.

“Mama’s gonna help you feel better-”

She released her control over her human form- there was a throb of unearthly power as it surged and rippled over her, and she Changed fluidly. She landed lightly on all fours beside her kit, glittering red gold scales and large, unfurling wings that she quickly tucked tight against her back, long, powerful tail curled around herself. Unlike her young child, her Other form was at least fifteen times larger, which was why she did not like to transform indoors and often tried to avoid it if she could.

Today was an emergency, so the servants were just going to have to forgive her for making a mess.

The crimson Queen stretched down her long neck and nosed her daughter, trying to nudge the young kit into movement. Chouko was still all hunkered down, head lowered, butt planted firmly on the ground, completely reluctant to move. Rindou pushed her snout harder, this time directly against her daughter’s unwilling rear end. When the little white dragon lifted her head briefly to see the source of disturbance, it was not with recognition as her eyes landed on the large dragon hovering over her, but shock.

Chouko had never seen her mother in this form before.

The infant squawked and leapt back clumsily, nearly tripping over its own ungainly paws as it hurried to retreat from the potential threat. Her baby neck frills bristled straight out in alarm and she crouched down against the floor on sheer instinct, ear flaps pressed flat against her skull. A scratchy, defensive growl escaped her, lips nervously peeled back, revealing rows of sharp little baby teeth.

Her mother was unimpressed by her show of false bravado, huffing softly instead.

Chouko paused in her display, her nose twitching frantically as she struggled to separate and identify the various scents. This familiar, beloved smell…

…Mama?

The red female was careful as she parted her jaws and then closed them gently over her child’s nape. She lifted the kit effortlessly, and while the baby cried out in fright at first, she did not struggle, instinctively curling up into a ball instead, her tail swinging beneath her. Slit lavender eyes studied the foreign extension with distracted surprise, a quiet, querying chirp escaping her – what was this fat, white thing coming out of her bottom…?

Rindou turned and started towards the balcony. The equine-sized dragoness glided forward with soundless, predatory grace, yet the ground tremored lightly with every step she made. They were on the fourth story, but the dragoness did not hesitate for even a single second as her hind legs bunched briefly and she vaulted right over the balustrade, launching them both into the air. There was a brief sensation of free fall as gravity immediately pulled them down…but then those large, wings spread wide open and started to work, powerful muscles displacing huge gusts of air with effortless ease, keeping them aloft.

There was a brief furor and muted exclamations of surprise as the inhabitants of the castle witnessed their flight, but that eventually died down soon enough. It was well known that the lord of the land had defied tradition and married a rare and beautiful dragoness; even the heir apparent was dragon – so such sightings were no longer as rare as it once used to be. It was still astonishing to have something so big suddenly appear in the sky, though.

Rindou made a mental note to apologize to the household for startling them later, but for now, she had an upset child to soothe. Chouko, surprisingly enough, was not crying with fear and panic anymore. Dangling safely from her mother’s mouth, the dragonling was staring at her surroundings with stunned wonder and childlike delight.

She screeched happily, batting her paws at the colorful scenery spread before her, trying to catch it. Her tail wiggled with joy at this new game that mama was playing with her. Fun!!! She screamed gleefully again, even louder, her earlier hysterical episode forgotten.

Her mother was very amused by the kit’s reaction. Now that they were out in the open, the baby was no longer overwhelmed by sensory overload and was happily enjoying her world again, which had suddenly become a lot bigger. Just to entertain the little one, the dragoness made a few more circuits around the castle grounds, dipping and weaving lazily across the skies, sometimes diving low, other times pulling up high enough that the livestock that lived in the surrounding pastures and fields were but mere dots spread across the land.

And through it all, her young daughter shrieked and chortled merrily, fearless, elatedly, embracing her dragonic roots.

It was a while later when the redhead decided to land, though she did not stop too far from home. A nearby hill situated a short ride away from the Tsukasa castle, just far enough that her Other form would not alarm or hinder those working on the grounds, but still nearby that the guards would not panic because their lord’s lady and daughter had gone missing.

Rindou touched down gracefully amongst the grass, her huge wings folding behind her. She gently lowered her precious cargo on the ground. The little white dragon toddled her first few steps unsteadily, not used to moving about on four limbs yet. Her mother left her to figure it out, and went to seek a nearby patch of nice, warm grass to stretch out in. It was a cloudy afternoon, but the sun was up and it was a good day to be sunning outside. The red Queen circled the ground a couple of times before finally sinking down happily on her chosen spot, resting her narrow, angular head on her forepaws, her gold slit eyes watchful of her youngest.

Chouko was nosing the grass curiously, and then batting at a dandelion. The sunny yellow stalk of flora rebounded back and tapped her on the muzzle, and a funny look crossed her expression…before she sneezed, the loose pollen tickling her sensitive nose something fierce. A tiny tongue of flame fizzled out weakly between her parted jaws, briefly disconcerting her…but then she was swift to dismiss it because it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

She had more important things to pay attention to…such as the tail that had suddenly reappeared in her vision, audaciously bold and fat, taunting her with its presence.

Rindou rumbled with silent laughter as she watched her daughter chase her own tail, so determined to catch the devious snake-like appendage that she was practically spinning in circles.

The dragonling entertained herself thusly for quite some time…at least until a commotion overhead distracted her from her happy game.

Rindou had already heard the approach a while back, and therefore was hardly alarmed as the sounds grew louder and louder.

It wasn’t very long before her puppy-like offspring skidded over clumsily, eyes wide, her wings dragging behind her in flustered dishevelment, instinctively trying to flap them to fly yet still not quite old and strong enough to manage the feat, bawling with panic as she quickly scrambled into the safety of her mama’s embrace, wriggling into her side and trying to seek shelter beneath one of her parent’s much, much larger wingspan, both currently spread out on the grass to take advantage of the sun and soak in as much of the warm rays as possible.

A flash of red burst into the clearing short moments later, half bounding up the hill, half gliding through the air, wings fully spread. Hi’en was still not old enough to achieve full flight yet, but he could stay airborne for very brief periods of time and traverse short distances now if he picked up enough speed on the ground and took advantage of a good tailwind. The heir of the Tsukasa House was about the size of an adult ram in his Other form, and it wouldn’t be long before he overtook his own mother in size and weight class; the males of their species were always significantly larger than the females.

Her son sauntered over once he crested the hilltop, his leathery, crimson wings folding behind him, inquisitive gold eyes meeting his dame. He had taken after her coloring in every way, with the same sleek red, gold scales and streamlined, aerodynamic form. The young boy crooned softly at his mother in greeting, and then his gaze centered on the white little behind poking out from beneath her wing. Rindou’s tail waved slowly with faint amusement. Hi’en treaded his way towards her, and then he sat down between her front paws, rubbing his head against hers. Though a full two years older than his sister, he was also her baby. Even when he eventually grew to adulthood and became bigger than the family castle in the future, he would still be her baby.

He emitted a series of enquiring little chirps, directed towards his infant sister. He had never seen Chouko like this before, but he could easily identify her by scent all the same. He warbled cajolingly, trying to entice his baby sibling out to play.

It didn’t take long before there was a reaction. Timid movements could be heard rustling from beneath their mother’s spread wing, and then…a pale white snout slowly poked out from beneath the shadows, twitching as she learned to use her nose too…

Is…nii...-chan…?

The rest of the little Queen followed soon enough, slinking out shyly to greet her brother. Once she had really ascertained for herself that it was indeed nii-chan, she squawked excitedly and quickly bounced out the rest of the way. It wasn’t long before the two kits were tumbling and roughhousing together – two tails were better to chase than one, after all, and Hi’en taught his imouto how to be a proper dragonling through play and games.

Rindou presided over her children’s antics serenely, and was not the least surprised when the last member of their family calmly approached, too.

Since Hi’en was here, then that meant his father would not be far behind. Besides, he could sense whenever she Changed – the intricate bond they shared as mates ensured so and drew him to her unfailingly, just to check that she was not in any danger. It was a persistent habit left behind from the recent past, back when civil war still ravaged the kingdom of Tootsuki and every Change meant that she had plunged into battle to fight their foes.

These days, Changing held a different, more peaceful, idyllic implication. It was a very welcome adjustment. They had fought hard to protect and bring forth this precious peace to the present, after all. Their children would not know blind hatred and prejudice the way their parents had in the past. They would be free to be whatever they wanted to be, to love whoever they wanted to love.

Her human heart quietly came up and sat beside her. She swiveled her long neck and rested her head on his lap, heaving a deep, contented sigh even as he leaned into her side, entirely comfortable even surrounded by the large, powerful fire breathing lizards. His scarred, callused fingers stroked her smooth, delicate scales shimmering beneath the ridge of her temple, blunt nails gently, affectionately, scratching that hard-to-reach spot just behind her ear flap. Having a human hand to give her ear rubs when she was full dragon was the best, she could not help but think blissfully.

Her mate had accepted her in all the forms she possessed, and in turn she had fallen for him all over again and promised to spend the rest of her life with him.

She raised her head eventually, and he watched wordlessly as she shifted.

Her fireproof, armored exterior blended and gave away into soft, creamy skin, the blood red of her glimmering scales condensing to sheer vibrant hue in the form of her long silken hair. Her wings and tail retracted and disappeared altogether, reptilian features melted away, replaced by a breathtakingly beautiful face; full red lips, high cheekbones, a graceful nose, mesmerizing eyes. Her dragonic form shrunk until she was slightly smaller than him; willowy and supple, all long, slender limbs and womanly curves.

The magic of the Change protected her material possessions during the transformation and kept her clothes undamaged, something which she was always grateful for; being vulnerably naked in the aftermath of switching from dragon to human would have been very annoying all the time. Her lord and husband reached out and took her hand. They sat side by side on the grassy hilltop, watching their children frolic and scamper about.

“She’s beautiful.” Was the first thing he said, quiet, his soft gaze resting thoughtfully on the little white dragon that was his daughter. The delighted toddler was enjoying her newfound freedom and trying to dogpile her amused brother, who was letting her scramble up his back as he flopped on the ground and took a brief rest from their playful antics.

“She is, isn’t she?” Rindou could not help but grin happily. 

“We made her, after all.”