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hollyhomburg · 4 years ago

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Of Fire and Love (Pt. 7)

(Dragon! Yoongi x Reader) (Fantasy au!) (Coe-parenting au)

Summary: You dream, nightmares and sweet memories- Yoongi just tries to hold onto you as best he can but he’s never felt so lonely.

Genre: Fantasy! au, gender exploration, Coe parenting au, Dragon! Yoongi x Reader, Dragon! Hoseok x Sorcerer! jungkook, Minjoon, Taejin

W/c: 20.0k

Tags: Angst, loss of hold on reality, violence, non-explicit sexual content (taejin), possessive behavior, genderfluid characters, gender non conforming characters, gender exploration, alcohol mention,

A/n: For those of you who've followed this story you’ll know that I’ve teased there being a hopekook relationship and this chapter touches on their relationship a lot. i dont think it will make anyone uncomfortable because its explicitly stated their love is not sexual- but just a heads up!

- Hoseok and Jungkook cling to the side of a building, their feet gripping the bare inch bricks just narrowly. This library is old, with drafty long hallways and a crumbling facade that doesn't help their predicament, every other brick crumbles when they step to it.

- Every few shimmies Jungkook’s feet slip a little and fear lurches in his gut. he uses every bit of his body to cling. Hoseok has no such misgivings about falling into open space- now the arrows- that might frighten him. Their backs are weighed down with books that make it hard to move, while arrows clang below them against the red stone.

- One almost hits Jungkook’s head and Hoseok shoves it closer to the wall. Panic keeping it laced in Jungkook’s hair, “Keep your head in you idiot!” he shouts over the din and clank of metal armor. The nights and soldiers below them that gather. Every metallic clink against the stone another person come to kill them. Jungkook only grins, but flinches when one strikes closer to Hoseok’s head.

- Searching for books in the human realm isn’t an easy task. Not when all too often they face opposition like this. The humans might be semi-hostile to Jungkook but everyone is out for dragon blood. Enough of the men from this area have already been sent west to the war, but the sheer number of arrows shows that there are still soldiers here guarding this stronghold.

- They hadn’t been here until Jungkook and Hoseok had been spotted. It had been Jungkook’s fault. Dropping a book that echoed loudly- then someone had seen Hoseok’s horns when his hood had fallen and it was all over from there- they’d been made.

- One arrow pins Hoseok’s shirt to the brick as they shimmy along and he rips it loose without a second thought. He can’t shift when it’s like this- it’s too dangerous. Too likely that one of those arrows would hit him and hurt him- unless- “Kookie? any day now!?” Jungkook’s wide eyes are a balm against Hoseok’s frustration, lighting up with blue magic when he puts two and two together. “Oh! Sorry- I’ve got it!”

- The push-pull tide of magic fills the air, trembling with it as Jungkook’s arm glows bright blue along with the whites of his eyes. Every time Jungkook uses his magic Hoseok feels a protective pride flare. Especially when he hears and sees the arrows fall to the ground with a few dozen thuds. Another soldier tries to loose one and it falls like it’s made of lead. Maybe it actually is- maybe that’s the avenue the magic has chosen to take to stop the arrows.

- The soldiers below them stop their flurry brought to awe as the magic makes everything still (even them). The rust crusts in the joints of the armor bringing it to a squeaky halt. The break in the fighting finally gives him an opening to shift. And soon Hoseok is clinging to the side of the tower with claws instead of hands, wings stretching and fluttering. Jungkook gets on his back, a difficult maneuver with the precious books held close.

- One of them slips out and falls onto the stone, and Hoseok swings back around so that Jungkook can lean from his back, hooking his foot around one of Hoseok’s spines and reaching to scoop it up before he rights himself- abdominal muscles straining As he leans over and snatches it from the rooftop.

- Hoseok makes a noise and Jungkook interprets it. “Who you calling a showoff?“ he grins then settles in for a long flight back into dragon territory. A simple strap around Hoseok’s waist keeps Jungkook pinned to his back. It helps to at least elevate some of the strain.

- The first time they’d ever flown 12 hours straight, Jungkook had slid off of his back with a thunk. Looking up surprised at Hobi who’d sniffed through his hair worriedly, wondering why he’d fallen. “I don’t think I can move my legs” his muscles too sore to even clench.

- Hoseok had been laughing when he’d shifted. Helping pull Jungkook up- only to have him fall back down again. “You look like a baby deer Koo, come on- help me unpack at least.” They’d spent the rest of the night huddled around the fire, and not once had Hoseok complained about having to get up to fix dinner or stoke the fire.

- Hoseok and Jungkook have been hunting books on and off for the last ten years, it’s not like they’re unused to unprovoked aggression from the humans. Their two sides are at war- and it’s a wonder the humans aren’t more curious about the ragtag pair of book thieves that have been periodically dipping over the battle lines and raiding their libraries.

- Jungkook wonders what rumors if any, are lingering in the human lands. Jungkook would give anything to keep the smile Hoseok shoots him when he asks one night, “What you think they’ll make urban legends about us in 100 years? Keep your books close and your enemies closer?”

- Whatever the rumors, the pair can only hope that none of them make it back to their father and their uncle. If yoongi got wind of what Hoseok and Jungkook were doing without permission- then he might be tempted to end the war just to make sure they stayed safe. But What Yoongi doesn’t know won’t hurt him. If Hoseok and Jungkook were flitting in between the human lands and the dragon lands on occasion just to see if the nearest city even had a library- well then that’s just that.

- Hoseok and Jungkook never spend more than a month or two away from Yoongi and you. The timing of their homestays Often hinging on how successful their search is going and how many books they’ve collected. Hoseok can only carry so much on his back. They don’t mind coming back periodically to visit and drop off another load. If anything- it gives Seokjin and Yoongi an excuse to take a break or two and the young ones an excuse to enjoy a little coddling.

- Yoongi’s doing better, recently he’s started taking more flights like he used to when Jungkook was a kid. The air does him good and he no longer looks like guilt and sadness and longing are eating away at his soul- like he only comes alive when you wake.

- Over the years, Yoongi has read himself into a tizzy more than once. Always to be brought back by Seokjin encouraging him to rest his eyes and put the books down for a day or two. “This just doesn’t make any fucking sense- first the fairy anatomy and then this- if we could only get our hands on- ugh!“

- Yoongi is about to throw the book and would have if Jin hadn’t caught his wrist. snatching it out of the younger mans hand. Before he can- sparks light up the spine. Yoongi’s anger and fire meeting in the middle- the heat dosent hurt Seokjin’s hand as he extinguishes it with a brush of his palm. Cooling yoongi’s frustration with a knowing look.

- “Yoongi, you need to sleep.” Yoongi doesn’t fight him on it though both of them know he could if he wanted to. He’s been up for days and the bags under his eyes look dangerously like bruises. “Rest is an investment into future productivity Yoongi- you can’t read forever like this without resting your eyes every now and then.”

- Yoongi has always found it hard to sleep with you gone, why waste the hours when every second spent brings them closer to a cure for mortality. Yoongi hopes it’s only a matter of time and not a matter of ‘if’ they’ll be successful. that question keeps him awake no matter how many days it’s been since he slept.

- The next time the boys come home carrying a pile of books for Seokjin and Yoongi to go through Seokjin gives them a look, fingering the spine of one. He corners both of them later- when Yoongi’s away in the kitchens putting a meal together. Happy to have them all home the nesting instinct itching under his skin.

- He fingers the edge of Hoseok’s shirt, his fingers hooking through an edge and tearing it further with a rip. His magic flares just as quickly to fix it and the tear is gone before the shock has left Hoseok’s face. Seokjin raises an eyebrow at Hoseok’s surprise. Seokjin is dressed in a flowy deep plum shirt- parted to show his chest, the rock at the hollow of his throat pulsing with life but swimming with something darker.

- He’s rightfully angry, “I know an arrow hole when I see one, where have you both been where you’ve been being shot at? Hopefully not in the human world” He taps the side of the book in his hands, “And I distinctly remember losing this book over a night of cards with a wizard 300 years ago- so there’s that too.”

- “It was only once-“ Seokjin gives them a withering look and they both melt “okay- maybe more than a few times, but you know how frustrating it was? For us to stay behind and-”

- Seokjin knows why they had to but still can’t reconcile that with his protective instincts. Before they can go any farther Yoongi comes back with a plate full of sliced meats. The fireplace crackles happily in response to him and Hoseok helps Yoongi set up a grate to fry it. The same recipe for marinated meat that you used to make them when they were children. A celebratory meal steeped in tradition and familiarity to welcome Hoseok and Jungkook home.

- Hoseok starts the discussion when Seokjin asks- pointedly if finding libraries and old dragon castles in the countryside and in the mountains had been any harder than usual. It has been- they ran out of places to search for books in the dragon lands years ago. Though they still occasionally spot a new one when they go over the mountains again. A hidden hovel or a falling down castle that’s abandoned or inhabited.

- “You’ve said it yourself Seokjin; a good portion of our family's records are on the other side of the world. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal, Hoseok and I are more than capable of looking after ourselves.”

- Seokjin sighs, running his hands through his hair. Whatever spell he uses to keep it dark must be wearing off, the tips are looking a little silvery these days, it’s Probably stress. The pile of books in the study that they’ve gone through is becoming cumbersome as well they can barely walk around it. There are probably more than 30,000 that Hoseok and Jungkook have collected in the last 10 years.

- What Jungkook’s saying about their family isn’t wrong; Seokjin’s family did settle on the human side of the mountains first. They were responsible for enlightening humanity to the finer parts of magic. Without Seokjin’s family- the humans would probably still be waving sticks around and hoping for gold on the other end. The books they hunt for are the first records and spell books of witches and wizards that were taught by Seokjin’s father or books from the man himself.

- Not that their paltry party tricks could ever compare to the kind of magic that Seokjin and Jungkook were capable of. But the witches and wizards guilds do have strength in numbers. One which might have a droplet compared to the ocean of a sorcerer’s power, but 100? 1,000? That might be enough to match some spells.

- If the struggle at the border was enough to judge the powers of the guild, then they certainly were a formidable force to deal with. Their spells enchanting the humans swords and armor, making them resistant if not impervious to most fire. That was the only reason why the dragons hadn’t been able to immediately decimate the human army. They had to fight the harder way- with tooth and claw and brute force.

- The dragons would always have strength on their side and the humans would always have the numbers and carelessness with their lives. So short- you’d think they’d be more careful with their lives- but no. Over the years the death tolls have risen on both sides. It helps the human’s odds that they outnumber the dragons five to one.

- It’s been years since they left home- though it still feels weird to think of them ‘leaving’ in any capacity since they still come back almost as much as they leave. In the past few years, Hoseok and Jungkook have often flown across the battle lines or near them. But never close enough to see the battle or the carnage.

- Most of the time they divert their course north and fly over the tall mountains through brisk winds that would have Jungkook's muscles chilled for hours. a predicament usually only fixed by Hoseok curling up with his warm throat and chest cuddled around his too cold soulmate. quieting the protective urge in his stomach that said to breathe fire over the sorcerer- some sort of instinct, probably something instinctively dragon that he barely manages to repress.

- They’ve hunted books through the crags of long empty castles, through cities forgotten and new. They spend a good two months last year in the smaller dragon city to the south. Yoongi sniveled his nose up at them when they told him that’s where they wanted to go next. It felt a lot different than the northern city, the buildings rough made from wood and easily burnt and rebuilt. Definitely wilder and less aristocratic than the north.

- It’d burned down in the last war- so it’s no wonder the dragons there seem less attached to the buildings. some dragon had lit their board house on fire the first night they’d been there, roused from smoke and a shout. hoseok had shifted and carried jungkook out with his teeth hooked into jungkook’s shirt- lifting the younger like a cat would a kitten.

- Seokjin had gifted a map to Hoseok for his last birthday. It’s a delicate bit of magic, spelled to be paper-thin and bendable but the ink never fading or flaking off. Unable to be ripped or stained. The little red dot that shows Hoseok’s location and a black dot for Jungkook's. It changes each time they move- so that they know exactly where they are. Hoseok’s dot even gets a little more feathery when he shifts. The ink feeling fuzzy to the touch.

- The battle lines to the south also change too, rusty orange ink rough to the touch- with every league that the dragons push into the human lands ticking a lines with on the map. all So that hoseok knows how far he has to fly out of the way to avoid it if he wants too.

- Jungkook is just a little bit curious to see what dragons look like in battle, but a cautionary look from Jin and his father was enough to extinguish that possibility. “Trust me- it’s not a thing you should want to see” their father had said cryptically. “You never talk about the last war dad- what was it like?”

- “Bloody and long” was all Yoongi had answered. Because in truth- he’d given as much as he could give to that war. The end had left him broken and with the taste of blood in his mouth that just wouldn’t leave. He’d spent months looking for something in the mountains- an itch under his skin that wasn’t for more hoard.

- The wanting hadn’t abated until he met you and known deep in his bones that he’d never fight for another thing in his life. he’d found what his dragon soul hungered for more than gold or diamonds or anything that glitterd. a family- his hatchlings and his mate.

- But Hoseok and Jungkook are fully grown now and Yoongi still finds himself begging them not to go close to that battle- to stay out of it. Feeling like control and safety is slipping through his claws. The thought of both of them- of gentle Hobi and curious Jungkook getting a taste for carnage like that- Yoongi doesn’t ever want it to happen.

- Even though they already did that day in the manor house all those years ago. Still- a father can’t help but want to protect his hatchlings. Even if they’re both taller than him now they’re still his hatchlings. Jungkook especially likes to playfully lean his arm on his shoulders And Yoongi can’t ever correct him. He would let the youngster do anything without little more than an annoyed sigh, just as he had let him swing from his horns when he was a baby.

- When Seokjin had gifted the map, Hoseok had asked why they’re where two dots and not just one. “In case you get separated” the older sorcerer had said, a faint flush on his cheeks as he let Jungkook manhandle him into position on the couch perfect for snuggling. Sending smoke-filled bubbles to smart Jungkook’s nose when he keeps touching his thighs and rolling his eyes at his nephew’s endless touchy feely-ness. But even Hoseok can see the way that Seokjin relaxes with both of them around. Their presence a welcome reprieve from-

- “Yoongi- would you mind not breathing your lizard breath all over your sons?” Seokjin says haughty. Yoongi raises his massive head from where the coffee table should be (moved to make room for yoongi in his dragon form). blinking at Seokjin before his tongue darts out to lick at Hoseok’s hands- ignoring the older sorcerer.

- Hoseok can feel his happiness rippling out from his father at having his hatchlings back in his nest. He flicks his tongue out to hit Seokjin’s palm too and the elder recoils with a disgusted noise that makes Hoseok and Jungkook laugh.

- As if on queue, a book on the shelf falls, interrupting the moment.

- Every head flicks in the direction of the movement, the flecks of dust in the room pause, hanging in its shafts of light. the air too still to be from anything other than Seokjin’s magic or Jungkook’s- it doesn’t discriminate. After another moment. Hoseok gets up and puts the book back. the spine feels warm to the touch and for a moment- Hoseok holds onto it- savoring the warmth before he puts the book back on the shelf.

- There have been more moments like that than they’re all willing to admit, and despite their conversations- no one wants to admit what it is. The things that move on their own or flowers that Seokjin’s watched be plucked and fall to the ground in neat concentric circles. He’d gone out into the garden and found a whole pile of blooms- piles around a suspiciously shaped lump. It’s always the multi colored ones. Those moments are as startling as they are special.

- Everytime you wake Seokjin scolds you for it.

- “You realize the more you try to act outside of the dream world the more likely it is that you won’t be able to return back to your body?” Seokjin had snapped. Tae a happy puddle in his arms. You’re tearing into the food on the table while Tae just nibbles. He’s never hungry in the mornings really. Hadn’t been even when he’d been awake.

- Yoongi wonders if it has anything to do with the little field trips your soul takes outside of your body. The breaks you take from dreaming when you travel as a ghost in their world. Moving books and picking flowers and the countless other little moments.

- “It’s not like I’m trying to control it Seokjin, it just kind of happens. when I watch you guys- when I feel closer to you- it's easier” you definitely do not mention you’re only ever knocked out of your body after you’ve had a nightmare, but Taehyung knows. He looks up at your words, an egg yolk sliding out of his spoon and onto his plate bursting golden.

- Taehyung meets your eyes and you shake your head imperceptibly, and he keeps eating, declining to offer up the information that would surely make Seokjin and Yoongi more concerned. But the clock is ticking- and they only have 18 hours with you this year. No one wants to waste it arguing even if it does scare Yoongi.

- Every time when you wake and it takes a little longer for you to stir, Taehyung always awake and upright before you. Yoongi stroking your back in small circles- calling your name as you furrow your eyebrows and blink awake. kissing your face a few dozen times before you’re truly back. It only took 3 kisses the first year- and now it takes at least 8. Yoongi’s the kind of dragon that keeps track of that sort of thing.

- Later in their own private time together- Tae asks Seokjin with a pout “Why can’t I come out of the dream world to see you guys like she can Jinnie?” Seokjin washes his back in the bath, his hand warm and soapy. Jin exults in washing his love with long strokes, a little scratchy just the way that Tae likes it. just gentle enough to make his love squirm and make the water slosh against the sides of the silver tub. “It's not a thing you should want Tae, none of us know the long-term effects.”

- “But still,” Taehyung’s eyes are like warm honey over peaches, “it would be nice to see you more often.” Seokjin hums a gorgeous sound and Tae relaxes further into his lover's hold. Seokjin’s hands thumbing along his sternum counting his ribs and indulging in the touch. Tae shivers, shifting uneasily in the water, neediness sinking into his core like hot fire. Seokjin’s hand slips below the water and the layer of bubbles.

- “there are any number of reasons why the magic doesn’t want to work on her. It’s been a while and she’s probably just getting used to it, I probably just have to tweak the spell a little bit for y/n” Taehyung sighs, Seokjin’s mouth swallowing a bitten-off moan, kissing down his lovers throat and forsaking his mouth. Tae’s hips rock up, knocking the warm water out of the tub and onto the slate floor with a slosh that neither of them pay much mind to. “I’m not sure I want to hear another name from your lips when you’ve got your hands on me.”

- Seokjin smirks against Tae’s neck, the movement of his hand keeping up its pace under the water. His actions and his sly smirk betraying his words “Why wouldn’t I? We’re having a conversation, aren’t we? Or is something distracting you my love? Would you rather have me chanting your name?” like an incantation- if love were a spell then tae and jin would have the strongest.

- It is nice to see your family even for a few seconds on the occasion that you leave your body. It makes you feel like you’re helping, even just a little bit to watch over them. You try to disrupt something just to let them know you’re there. The first few years- the only thing you can manage is blowing out candles. but it gets easier to move books or make pages flip over as time goes on. and you get to ruffle their hair or pet over it as they sleep Where you stand and watch. Making sure their dreams don’t turn into nightmares.

- You wish you could say the same for your own dreams, but those are far more difficult to control.

- Often Yoongi will look at whatever just moved, and speak into the open air, through the glass barrier of the dream you can barely hear him. But he’ll go to the couch and sit, hold out his hand palm up on the cushion and you’ll touch it. Knowing by the way he shivers- that he can just barely feel the shape of a hand touching his. Yoongi has always had a thing for hand holding. And it’s worth it- just from the way he smiles.

- But too Yoongi it just feels like you’re already a ghost. It just makes him yearn for a time when it wasn’t like this. How will it feel? When he’s been without you longer than he was ever with you? If they don’t find a cure for mortality soon- then he’ll find out. His boys too.

- It feels like he can almost taste you on the air when you come and visit them in-between your naps (its easier for Yoongi to say they’re just that- just really long naps- even if it makes him feel childish, the weight of ‘eternal sleep’ is just too heavy on his mind some days).

- For that reason, he favors his dragon from more than his human one these days. it’s not like he can see you at all in either, but he can tell when you’re there and almost smell you when he’s in dragon form. And that feels more real than curling up around your coffin upstairs (or when he starts to worry that you actually are dead- that you won’t be able to come back).

- It’s been a long time since they started searching but it barely feels like a second to them. Like hardly any time has passed at all. Such is the way of immortals- years pass like months, and days like hours. It’s been years since Hoseok and Jungkook truly stopped aging. They’re both frozen somewhere in their twenties, their hair keeps growing, but their faces never change, their bodies don’t change either accept to get stronger or weaker with the care they show them.

- Jungkook doesn’t like to think about his age when he can help it. He still feels like a little kid whenever Yoongi and Seokjin look at him, sharing a special secret adult look that he’s not sure he’ll ever be capable of giving. He’s very content to stay the baby of their little family.

- But being the baby also means that Jungkook gets treated like a child too.

- “We’ve been over this, it's too dangerous boys,” Yoongi says it like it will make his heart break to see them in danger. If Yoongi knew they’d been shot at- even by one arrow- he’d fly over to the human cities and start leveling them one by one.

- “Not anymore, we’re not kids dad” Hoseok looks fluffed up, his curly hair and wild, so long it almost brushes his shoulders like Jungkook’s. (More than once Seokjin has snipped his fingers threateningly at it, “you both look wilder than the wind I swear, one night I’m going to take a pair of scissors to you whether you like it or not.”)

- That is just another thing that makes Hoseok ache all through his chest, and he’s never been able to put a finger on why it makes him uncomfortable. The thought of needing to have short hair for whatever reason. The same feeling lights up in his chest when Jungkook continues- “ right! we’re not boys- we’re men!” Jungkook’s swinging feet under his chair beg to differ.

- Yoongi sucks on his lower lip, hands tightening over the back of Jin’s chair. They talked about this possibility while the boys were gone, after the last time when they had a similar argument. In the years since your departure, Jin’s taken on something of a parental role with the boys- and it’s nice to have a second set of ears again. Even if it would make both Yoongi and Jin shriek indignantly to be compared to anything like what you and yoongi had. “They’re not children anymore Yoongi, you’re going to have to start letting them take their own risks sooner rather than later”

- “But I already did,” I already let them not be here he wants to say. Every single parental instinct of his telling him to keep his hatchlings close. But it’s better than it was before; now he rarely feels the urge to fly on after them and drag them back by the scruff of their necks. Sometimes when he’s out flying he pretends he’s doing just that.

- Seokjin taps his fingers against the table, sparks dancing between his fingertips. “As much as your parental concern is sweet, you have to admit- nothing can hurt Jungkook or me in any meaningful way.” Seokjin is being as soft as he can be. “You know this, and it's not like Hoseok is unformidable either.”

- Hobi gives Jungkook a toothy grin at that. Seokjin lets Yoongi stew with it for a moment. And the feeling in Hoseok’s chest dissipates. Strange. Though he’s glad to have it gone. Though he knows it will probably have him up later, turning in bed while Jungkook sleeps beside him in the little mock nests they’ve made together since they were kids. Sure that something must be wrong with him- something other than the feeling poisoning the happiness in his chest.

- “If you don’t let them go they might choose to go all on their own. Would you rather find out after? Or before?” Hoseok and Jungkook barely manage to keep a straight face. Their father will put two and two together if they even so much as grin. Yoongi’s pout as he looks down at the table and weighs the options is cute. Under the table, Hoseok’s leg jumps with nervous energy.

- You certainly think letting them go is a better option- standing in the corner of the room, not that any of your family can see you when you’re like this. A specter and a ghost and just as lonely. How your hand itches to reach out and smooth out that pout on Yoongi’s face. But you can’t, not in this form. Upstairs in your glass coffin, your hand twitches. Reaching out to do the touching that your soul wants to do.

- Yoongi can’t argue with logic like that even if he wants to. Honesty and freedom are better than a protective cage and lies by omission on both sides- no matter how loving the cage is.

- “You can go-“ he starts, interrupted by Hoseok and Jungkook’s excited whoops, Jungkook tossing his chopsticks into the hair where they hover and spin like pinwheels, before he jumps to Hoseok’s side, grinning at him while Hoseok pumps a fist in the air. The fire in the hearth flares higher from Hoseok happiness Sending sparks onto the floor. “yahhhhhh you’re going to burn the meat, and this carpet is 500 years old!” Seokjin fans it with his hand as if to knock the sparks off of the carpet and back onto the slate.

- They pull themselves over to Yoongi’s side and drag him into a tight hug, Jungkook pressing his forehead against Yoongi’s cheek in thanks. Yoongi goes stiff at first and then melts as they squeeze him tight. Hoseok hooking his chin over Yoongi’s narrow shoulder. Pulling away only to immediately begin to lay out plans of where they want to go first. Jungkook jumps up to go get that map, already dreaming Cities and wizarding guilds that they only know from the maps and Seokjin’s stories.

- Not that they haven’t been to half of them already- but going there with Yoongi’s blessing is much more exciting than sneaking around behind their backs. There were a few places that they were too worried to brave alone and without backup should something bad happen. But Now they can ask questions and learn where more books might be hidden, what cities to avoid and the secrets Seokjin might know of each.

- “Maybe a little bit of a change of scenery will do you good” Seokjin comments, a small smile tugging at his lips at the boy's excitement. Hoseok almost asks if he wants to come too- just to get out for a little bit. But the moment passes when jungkook unfurls the map in front of the hearth. Seokjin never leaves Tae’s side unless he has to. “I’ll teach you some cloaking spells and the like to hide Hobi’s horns.” His hands hover on Yoongi’s shoulders, reassuring him that he’s made the right choice.

- Weeks later, on the other side of the mountains Hoseok and Jungkook cling to a rooftop again pressing their bodies close to the slate roofs. A few new books in their bag and a group of angry soldiers shouting at them from below the parapet, enchanted arrows seeking them out until Jungkook cuts them off with a wave of his hand, learning to do it first off rather than wait until they are shot at.

- “Was this what we bargained for Hobi?” Jungkook asks with a grin as he looks over at his soul bonded partner. Hobi answers his grin with one of his own. “Maybe more- but I think we’ll raise hell either way.” Jungkook laughs, “imagine dad’s face when we tell him about this.”

- There isn’t a place they’d both rather be.

- Hoseok and Jungkook don’t like to fly at night when they can avoid it. but they need to when they’re closer to the border- where traveling bands of warriors might have sneaked around the battlelines and sunk into dragon territory. It’s safer to sink into the humans lands under the cover of night and fly up ahead. They’ve flown too close to traveling bands of warriors during the day before and though their arrows had fallen short it was still frightening to fly over a hilltop and be suddenly shot at.

- After accumulating a fresh thrush of books in a rather small library from the southern human lands- They’ll head to the coast for a day or two and stay at Jimin’s and Namjoon’s seaside cottage castle crossing over the mountains just north of the battlefield. It would be shorter to just fly straight home. But they have a few more books than usual this time. And the sea air and updrafts will make the flight north easier on Hoseok.

- Too many times have they overshot their load. only realizing when Hoseok had landed to find his once broken shoulder mottled and strained, unable to fly or even move it in human form for several days after. Staying at Namjoon and Jimin’s cottage always brings back fond memories too, though their favorite fairy and uncle Joonie isn’t there of course still south in the thick of the war.

- They’d run into Jimin a few years back- though they still send regular letters north to stay in contact. Jimin had spotted them in the skies and fluttered in their direction. One minute the only thing they’d been able to see was puffy clouds and the next, Jimin falling out of the sky whooping in joy when they saw them. His wings moving so quickly that they where nearly invisible.

- He’d made camp with them and lingered for as long as he could. It was nice to have someone familiar with them on the road. A face that loves them. And Jimin is perfect at giving them the right amount of affection.

- Since the wars started Jimin has split his time between helping Namjoon at the battlefront and going back and forth to the fairy world in an attempt to negotiate an alliance between them and the dragons. he’s Constantly trying to convince the royal family to come to the dragon’s aid.

- It’s not something jimin likes to consider- but if the humans managed to push through dragon land. They’re no telling how far they’d try to go. and if the dragons side seemed bountiful to human kind- then the fairy world would be something out of heaven.

- But just like the last war the fey are refusing to get involved and Just because they won’t help doesn’t mean Jimin won’t. He’s been Namjoon’s right-hand man in the war, the hidden second general to the dragon army. He’d even convinced a few of his brothers and sisters to join in the battle.

- “How do you actually get to the fairy world? Isn’t it like- on the other side of the ocean? Can you fly that far?” they’re stretched out around a fire, the woods a dark and impenetrable barrier beyond their little hallow of sparks. There isn’t anything that the three of them fear in these woods. though they had heard the single howl of a wolf earlier- lonely and echoic in the tall hills that eventually melt into the eastern mountains.

- Jimin had split his affection equally- running his fingers through Hoseok’s hair and head rested on one thigh and then through Jungkook’s on the other. It’s been a while since they’ve seen each other. Even longer since they’ve been small like Jimin misses. It’s hard to reconcile these gangly twenty-somethings with the tiny dragon and human he used to baby.

- Jimin doesn't like to think of the children now, the ones at the capitol without families (orphaned or displaced by the war) or his own...forgotten hopes. War is not the time to want something so gentle. Not when jimin needs to be strong as much for his mates sake as for the world. Jimin needs to forget his own hopes now more than ever. Even if seeing Jungkook and Hoseok reminds him so much of those times when he’d felt like a parent- as close as he and namjoon had ever gotten to having kids of their own.

- Maybe as close as they ever would get.

- Jungkook and Hobi remember seeing the fey ships at the market. Their hulls like skeletons, made of silver and a strange clear material, not glass- but certainly not any kind of wood. Jimin shakes their head at hoseoks question- the fey world is not on the other side of the ocean. It’s an easy mistake to make. “ I don’t think I could fly there if I wanted to-it's more like stepping through a very cold doorway. You can come there with me one day if you want.”

- “Do you think they’d have anything that-“ “that would turn you immortal?” it goes without saying that Jimin knows why Hoseok asks. Sucks on their lower lip as their eyes turned shadowed with your ghost. God- Hoseok shivers, he hates thinking that you’re dead, hates when everyone acts like you are.

- “Probably not, fey have good memories and there isn’t much of a reason to write things down, but it’s still a beautiful city- makes home look like ruins,” Jimin says the words like he wishes he hadn’t already. Because all of them know how likely it is one day- that the dragon city might one day fall to ruins.

- There is more than one live ghost- that threatens to haunt them.

- Jungkook can’t help but remember that day as they get close to where they’d run into Jimin the first time. It’s been a long day of flying, and they crossed over the majority of the mountains in one good push. As the sun dips close to the horizon coloring the world in orange and gold, Hoseok and Jungkook spot a glittering speckle among the forested hills of the Southern part of dragon territory. A small waterfall that runs clear and strong.

- He leans over, gripping the band around hoseok’s waist with one hand and pointing in it’s direction with the other until he gets Hoseok’s attention and he spots it too, listing to the side and settling into a slow dive. Jungkook hooks his feet into the squishy side of Hoseok’s ribs to make sure he won’t fall off. His thighs protesting from the strain of gripping Hoseok’s back for many hours.

- He remembers when they’d been younger- Hoseok nearly flipping when they’d first flown together. Jungkook eager but still nervous on his back, hugging Hoseok’s neck so so tight. Jungkook remembers when his neck got thicker- and suddenly he couldn’t link his hands around it- how he’d clinged with every other muscle in his body- only airborne for a few minutes until they both plumited towards the ground in a way that made Jungkook’s stomach lurch. Tossed onto the soft grass in a flurry of feathers and dandelions puffing.

- They’d both tumbled, Hoseok shifting mid-roll spitting grass and dandelion fluff. “Stop putting your feet there! I’m ticklish!!” he’d laughed. That was a far cry from how he felt now, Hoseok was used enough to it that it didn’t bother him. Jungkook an extension of himself on his back, tucking close when they flew fast and leaning to help Hoseok make those tight turns easier.

- They’re not far enough away from the battlefront that they can entirely let down their guard. But they’re both tired enough to make the risk unavoidable. They’re Only a spare 50 miles away is where the fighting’s thickest. It’s probably okay, There probably isn’t any danger here. Maybe they shouldn’t light a fire- just in case.

- As Hoseok touches down into the pebbled bank of the waterfall his claws sink into the sand with his and Jungkook’s combined weight, buffering the trees with flaps of his wings. Keeping them tucked in tight so that they don’t hit any stray branches. Jungkook slides off his back- hitting the ground with a lurch, almost falling in his tiredness. Jungkook has always had that floppy puppy way about him when he gets sleepy- every bit of his body a little more limp and sweet than usual (if that’s even possible).

- The water runs clear and cold as Jungkook stoops to fill up their canteens, unlatching their packs from Hoseok’s back with a push of magic. The roaring from the falls nearly blocks out the sounds of Hoseok’s bones shifting. His hair windswept, fangs clicking against the ones on his lower mouth- what he needs to say doesn’t necessitate a full shift. “I’m going to circle overhead and find us a place to make camp okay?”

- It’s too dangerous to camp so close to a water source. They can hardly hear each other over shout over the thunder of the falls- let alone any intruders that might try and sneak upon them in the night. Jungkook makes a small noise in agreement, the hours of flying in silence lingering.

- Hoseok can tell his soul bonded partner is only a few minutes away from needing to sleep- probably even forgetting to eat, which is pretty typical as far as traveling goes. Jungkook will push himself to the brink before he drops, and it’s Hoseok’s job to make sure that doesn’t happen. He’d never say anything to Jungkook but it’s a little scary to see the magic sustain him even farther than Hoseok’s own stamina will take him.The magic will suppress his need to sleep and eat the more he uses his magic.

- When Jungkook stretches in the morning, arms above his head pulling his shirt up to show a few inches of skin, Hoseok takes each and every rib that shows as a reminder. As Hoseok circles overhead, he reminds himself that he has to make Jungkook eat something before he falls asleep.

- Hoseok usually does a good job of keeping Jungkook well taken care of and Jungkook takes care of him in turn. Many a night have they curled up together; Hobi in his feathers and Jungkook rubbing soft soothing motions over the sensitive’s scales of his face, they’re never more than a few feet apart these days.

- They go hours without talking during the day, but the silence never bothers either of them. Who else can you truly be silent with if not your soulmate? Sometimes- Jungkook looks at Hoseok and wonders ‘are you thinking what I’m thinking? Or are your thoughts and feelings just as much a mystery as my own are to me?’

- Is it a soulmate bond? Or just a soul bond? Sometimes, Jungkook isn’t sure- and finds himself questioning that which never should be questioned. he’d never asked Jin if his and Namjoon’s bond had drifted into more romantic territory- sensing there was a story there somehow that maybe the younger one shouldn’t pry into.

- Hoseok takes off, the wind from his wings buffering his clothes; the flowers that grow near the waterfall- red and bright, sway under the weight of their heavy nectar.

- Jungkook breathes in then out, settling himself into wait. It’s easier for Hobi to search while he’s not on his back; it’s a little harder for him to make his tight turns with all of that weight altering his center of gravity. No matter how hard he tries Jungkook doesn’t have the same sense of balance that Hoseok has. He’s been unseated by Hoseok landing in trees more than once.

- When Jungkook remembers enough to check back in with Seokjin, the elder is still very intent on teaching him how to alter that. Jungkook may have mastered a hundred or so spells, but he still doesn’t wield magic in the same easy way that Seokjin does. He hears his uncle’s voice now; ‘Breathe in Jungkook, feel the energy around you, the pulse of that which gives things their life- and you- your powers.’

- And ‘don’t get frustrated- you’ve got all the time in the world to learn magic. You can’t expect to be as good as me with only a few years under your belt... especially given the circumstances.’

- It's hard to find time to practice on the road, So Jungkook takes a second for this, closes his eyes, and reaches out, his mind like a bubble, the edges of it swirling and turning multicolored. He feels the offal energy in those red flowers. Poisonous his magic tells him, stay away- sweet but don’t eat. The water turns and curls and he feels the life of the little fish below in the deepest parts, the way the air moves as it falls with the water, and endless hello between the two.

- He’s so calm, so intent on being peaceful (breathing with the slowly moving things that are immortal like him) that he doesn’t hear the rustle of movement behind him. The sharp eyes that have caught his human scent and found it unwelcome here. The dragon in the woods. They eye the thin sword on the ground, the only one Jungkook still keeps for those just in case moments of misfortune.

- Jungkook hasn’t been a sorcerer long enough to smell like the magic, and this far into dragon territory; it’s no wonder why they consider him a threat. Though most dragons know there is another sorcerer alive by now or have heard of him. Yoongi is a historical figure after all, and their family does have proximity to Namjoon and the dragon council.

- Before they exhausted the dragon realms libraries they’d used that to their advantage often. There are many older dragons that own those old castles, charmed by his and Hoseok’s mere mention of the council. Many had asked how their father was doing.

- Hoseok was usually the one who talked with them and heard their grievances; (too many taxes, too few social programs- the usual), while Jungkook raids their libraries and fills out his little booklet so that he knows which books come from where. He and Hoseok aren’t intending to be thieves so hopefully they’ll be able to return them (Most of those books now sit in a pile in Seokjin’s library, pages unturned for years with no drive to give them back- but it’s the thought that counts right?)

- The dragons that hoard books are the worst ones to deal with- always-eyeing Hoseok like he’s here to steal their trove of musty moldy tombs. As if the golden bands that line his fingers and dot his ears now aren’t enough of an indication of where Hoseok’s proclivities lie.

- Hoseok’s hoarded object will be gold, not unlike his father. Though you’d once called Yoongi a crow- only interested in that which was pretty and shiny. Many a time when they were children, Hoseok had watched their father growl at you playfully and snag you close by your waist, snapping his teeth close to your neck and nuzzling there, “maybe that’s why I’ve kept you.”

- Most dragon folks are much more interested in Hoseok than they are in Jungkook. But the gossip mills and rumors haven’t touched the people here this far out into the countryside. No one knows who- or more importantly what Jungkook is.

- Least of all the dragon in the woods.

- The growl ripples and Jungkook straightens, searching in the cover of trees. The hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He instantly goes on the offensive, the waterfall behind him goes still in the magic as does the softly falling leaves, hovering in the air like baubles- like time has stopped.

- The magic reaches out at the threat with greedy hands, and the shadows part around it, letting in the hazy afternoon goldenness that glints off of sharp claws and even sharper teeth.

- Jungkook is used to dragons more so than he is to humans, but the sight of an aggressive one is still enough to have him nervous. He holds his hand out, showing that he’s unarmed. He sets a foot back- boot sloshing in the water, sending one of their packs tumbling in surprise. “I’m not- I’m not a threat- calm down- I’m no soldier.” his voice shakes.

- He’s never been one to attack first when it comes to dragons But this one stalks forward with Jungkook as it’s prey. Tail raised like its ready to attack. They’re about as old and as large as Hoseok if not a little larger and meatier. Their mouth sparking with bright yellow fire. Eyes angry and unchecked by restraint.

- And still- Jungkook isn’t afraid, and it takes him a moment to realize why, even when he sees the dragon preparing to spit jet of fire in his direction. It’s not that the magic has made him reckless; Jungkook just knows in his heart that nothing can hurt him.

- But if it tries- then the magic might act without Jungkook knowing. The magic will always protect its host and there’s no telling what damage it might do to his opponent. “Please- please don’t do that” why does is own voice sound tired to his ears? “I can’t be held responsible for what happens if you do.” If Jungkook weren’t scared for the dragon’s safety he’d release a tired sigh.

- Nothing is interesting anymore when nothing can hurt you.

- The dragon growls before spitting it’s fire- and Jungkook is just about to hold up his hands to throw the protective bubble around him when Hoseok falls out of the sky. Crashing down in front of him. Wings flaring to stop the fire from crashing into Jungkook. Dealing out a savage kick that sends the other dragon out of the shadows and into the light.

- Jungkook’s breath hitches.

- They’re the same species- or if not the same then similar. Their feathers mix in the fight- Ruddy red yanked out by Hoseok’s claws falling to the ground with Hoseok’s bright crimson coral. Rather spill feathers than spill blood.

- Hoseok doesn’t notice much about the other dragon beyond a particularly strong scent in his nose. When he spotted them overhead he acted without another thought. Air going out from under his wings and fiery anger filling his heart when he saw them. No one flashes their fire at Jungkook without him retaliating.

- He manages to pin the dragon for a moment before they turn, swiping out with their wing. Sending small stones scattering in Jungkook’s direction, One nearly hits his face before the magic hurls it in a different direction. Jungkook flinches regardless.

- For the first time- Jungkook can see the differences between Hoseok and his species. Where Hoseok has dark red feathers on his underbelly they have white golden ones, their secondary feathers are different too- striped with a slightly darker red like blue jays would be striped blue-black. Comparatively- Hoseok is more colorful but less ornate.

- Where Hoseok’s horns go in theirs point out, the other dragon tries to bash their head into Hoseok’s sideways. Hoseok flips them over with a push of his tail. Their wings tangle, flap against the ground in a thwack that leaves the poison flowers crumpled, but then Hoseok get his jaws around the other dragon's neck and the fight is as good as over.

- His growl ripples out along the forest floor making the leaves shake. He doesn’t mean to really hurt them but as the other dragon moves against his jaw and a little bit of blood splatters. A shallow cut on their neck. The dragon continuing to thrash even with Hoseok’s jaws around their throat until they yield. It's obvious that Hoseok is the only one out of the two of them that’s been trained to fight, those sparring sessions with their father and his schooling at the academy paying off.

- The dragon shifts below Hoseok. Red feathers melt away into red-brown hair. the girl that shifts below Hoseok is so much smaller and vulnerable compared to her dragon form. “You’re one of us! Sorry- just got startled by the human!” she’s not scared of having Hoseok’s teeth so close to her, still bent over her with his mouth parted, nearly as wide as she is tall. She pushes his snout away with one hand and Hoseok- blinking perplexed- lets her. She looks like the kind of woman that isn’t easily scared of anything.

- Her clothes are grubby and worn from weeks on the road, her skirt thick and woolen pulled over her legs. She’s doing a good job of concealing how scared she is but Jungkook sees her fear in the slight tremble of her shoulders as Hoseok stays shifted between her and Jungkook as if he doesn’t believe that she won't be a threat anymore. Hoseok’s tail flicks agitated, splashing into the water.

- Jungkook sees another flash of movement at the edge of his vision, brings up his hand in defense as he turns. But the smaller heads in the woods just look curious and frightened. Two other small dragons, a small one sandy with fluffy feathers, a hatchling whereas the other is shifted. Her horns are a deep bronze. They nearly get caught in the underbrush as she cocks her head like a bird.

- “He’s a city thing.” she comments at the smaller dragon, which sniffles and snorts around her waist. He curls around the shifted one with his head hidden behind their back. Shy- Just like Hobi was when he was younger.

- They’re others of his kind, the same species. Jungkook knew they had to exist but he doesn’t know why he’s so shocked.

- Hoseok finally shifts, obviously furious, a head taller than the woman and instantly combative. Her blood a harsh brand at his mouth, red and dripping around his chin. “Don’t you have a little more sense to wait and see if he was doing anything harmful? God-” freaking savages Hoseok curses internally- but then immediately berates himself for that choice of language.

- That kind of rhetoric was the words that dragons from the capital often used to refer to the dragons that wanted to exist out here where they were naturally more comfortable. Unburdened by the comforts and expectations of polite society. The girl tosses her long dark hair, matching his energy with her hands on her hips, “well he should know better than to come into dragon land unaccompanied-“

- “He wasn’t unaccompanied- he has me, I scent marked him this morning, and if you stopped to use your senses instead of just going fire first and thought second- You’d have realized he’s spoken for.” Jungkook remembers the scenting and barely suppresses a flush.

- Hoseok had extensively rubbed his chin all over Jungkook’s chest this morning. They’d been curled up in the dewdrops, staying cozy until the absolute last moment they had to leave the small clearing where they’d made camp, a hanging valley in the mountains. Secluded, safe, and quiet.

- It makes Jungkook shy to think everyone can smell that on him- that they’d been so close. and in the next second he’s questioning his own shyness- what was there to be shy about? Hoseok is his soul-bonded partner so it’s only natural…right?

- The girl sniffs the air, crossing her arms. The shallow gash under her jaw is already healing. Really- it wasn’t more than a scratch, and Hoseok won't feel guilty for that- not when it was her who tried to move when she obviously should have yielded the fight to him. “You’re right- he does smell like you” the way she says this- like she thinks it’s a bad thing but that’s rich when she stinks like something heavy and heady. A sweet scent that’s so strong it hurts Hoseok’s nose. No one else has ever smelled this way to him before.

- Another older dragon dashes through the forest, accompanied by a third- both of them are male and at least as old as Jungkook and Hobi. Hoseok steps a little more firmly in front of Jungkook. Hiding him from view.

- “What’s going on? We heard a roar?” the smaller one asks, though the larger of the two turns to the female dragon his eyes only for her. His thumb running against her blood-soaked throat, checking to make sure she’s not hurt. The second he verifies she’s not hurt he turns his attention to Hoseok, putting himself in front of her the same way Hobi had stepped in front of Jungkook. He even steps up- about to shove Hoseok but she catches him around the waist. Stopping him from hurting Hoseok.

- Jungkook takes a second to size the three of them up- he and hoseok could definitely take them in a fight, he shakes off his trepidation and steps up too- holding the glare of the smaller of the two men.

- More of that smell fills Hoseok’s nose and he wants to choke on it, or gag. Hoseok scoffs, arms rippling in his shirt. (Jungkook’s brain sure chooses the weirdest things to fixate on, but when did Hoseok gain so much muscle?) Jungkook reaches out to tug on Hoseok’s sleeve, “Hobi- it’s okay, let's just go,” Hoseok’s eyes lose their anger the second he looks back at Jungkook, hot fire melting to burning coals.

- Jungkook doesn’t like to be hated by dragons, even if he’s used to it by now and grew up with it. Hoseok’s priorities shift in a second; to getting Jungkook away and where they can be alone and safe unthreatened in their little bubble. He’d rather make sure Jungkook was safe and comfortable than devote any more energy to these people. “It doesn’t matter Hobi.”

- The woman that Hoseok’s fought goes white as a sheet, her knees going weak in a second. “What did you just say?” the beefier male dragon steps forward and Hoseok barely manages the impulse to cover his nose. The other one sends a nervous glance at the two of them, then back at the kids.

- A knowing look shared between all of them, and Jungkook is hit with the realization that something is about to change. And in the same second, it happens before Jungkook can tell what it is and protect Hoseok from it. The woman pushes the beefy man to the side, stepping up to Hoseok.

- “Did you just say Hobi? What’s your name?” the woman is still staring at Hoseok open-mouthed, and all at once- Jungkook sees it. The same way their hair falls, their face shape, their similar small noses, and their eyes. The kind of familiarity that only genetics can cause.

- “My name is Hoseok,” Hobi says, and she rushes forward, tears spilling over her cheeks, Hoseok flinches back from her hands, “I thought you were dead- I thought you were gone- Hoba- I’m so sorry- I-”

- Now it's Jungkook’s turn to put himself in-between her and Hobi. Catching her wrists in both of his. though the larger dragon’s nostrils flare at her being touched- he’s gentle when he takes her form Jungkook’s hold a second before her legs give out and she devolves into sobs. Holding her protectively against his chest as she cries, staring at Hoseok like she’s seeing a ghost.

- Hoseok looks stricken for a moment before it hits him “Dawon- my sister's name was Dawon. Is that you?” she nods, eyes still shining as she drinks in Hoseok, wiping the tears away so she can see him more. The other smaller male dragon grimaces- looking about as uncomfortable as jungkook feels.

- “You have a sister” Jungkook breathes, a weird feeling of betrayal welling up in him. “You didn’t tell me.” Hoseok is scared- that’s the only emotion Jungkook can pin down when he turns, his hand closing around Jungkook’s shoulder, “I didn’t know- I always assumed she’d died. And I haven’t-“

- Jungkook sees something settle between Hoseok’s shoulders, the tension dissipating “I barely remember you. I’m sorry.” And he really is, her sadness doesn't well in him a protective urge- he feels nothing at all but discomfort as he watches a stranger cry over him. He wishes he remembered her like she remembers him.

- “If it helps,” the dragon holding dawon says, “she thought you were dead too” he holds out his hand, “I’m Jinseok and this is my brother Felix, what’s your name human?”

- The little ones seem to be the perfect distraction- the midsized one shifting- while the hatchling bounds forward in their direction. Felix is finally knocked out of his reverie to try and snag them by their feathers but missing at the last moment. They flutter around Jungkook’s and Hoseok’s feet- curious at the newcomers. It gives dawon the opportunity to wipe her eyes.

- The larger one of them barely braves enough to sniff at Jungkook's hand, recoiling when he smells the magic sparking at his nose. Shifting with a pop. Her hair is red-tipped like Dawon’s, but black at the roots. “You smell funny,” she says before she pops back into her dragon form The smaller hatchling brushes up against Hoseok’s legs as a cat would weaving between his ankles.

- Though he doesn’t say it aggressively, Jungkook still feels his annoyance prick at this and at the whole meeting. “i’m Not human- but my name’s Jungkook, I’m Hoseok’s brother,” the small one shifts back and forth with a crack, “how can you be his brother if you’re not a dragon?”

- “Areum!” Felix scolds. trying to grab at her again as she shifts and darts away. “It’s okay- we- we can talk about it,” Hoseok says, Hand smoothing over the head of the smaller one, the hatchling presses up into Hoseok’s hand.

- As Dawon gets her feet underneath her the other dragon- Jinseok- who hoseok gathers is her mate judging from the way he’s been trying to comfort her steadies her with a hand on her elbow. He’s significantly meatier than felix- who like Hoseok is lithe and delicate by comparison.

- And Jungkook knows without being able to smell him that maybe- this means he’s an alpha. Not all dragons split themselves up into designations of alpha, beta, and omega. When they were younger Jungkook pored over every book they could come by about dragons to learn about Hoseok’s type.

- “Why are you even reading about me- you know you can just ask Namjoon right?” Hoseok had teased in the old library of their manor house, a book from jimin’s library on the study table. “Cuz I wanna know everything about you- don’t you want to know too? Which one you are?”

- “Not really- it doesn’t matter to me” and maybe back then it didn’t. Neither Namjoon or Yoongi were the kind of dragon that split into designations and neither could tell. Jungkook wonders if that’s still true. If Hoseok still doesn’t know- it’s been so long and Jungkook’s never asked, he wonders if the others can tell.

- “Come this way- we’ve already set up camp and you both should join us,” the smaller one shifts finally, hair fluffy and red-blond just like their feathers, tugging on Dawon’s skirt. He’s a soft sweet thing, barely more than a toddler. “why is it all like that unnie?” pointing behind Jungkook and Hoseok.

- They all turn, and Jungkook isn’t at all surprised to see the waterfall still frozen in time, no sound of it tumbling, still the same way it was when Dawon first attacked. The other small dragon tries to touch the water's edge and finds it impenetrable. Like it’s glass.

- Jungkook leans down and runs his hand through it letting it ripple slowly- much to the excitement of the youngsters who stand on the surface. Pouncing and trying to break it. Neither of them can break through the surface like Jungkook. “Kookie,” Hoseok asks, “sorry- that’s my fault.” He holds up his hands and with a flash the water unfreezes and resumes its rushing and roaring. The older child falls ankle-deep into the water, squawking and splashing back to the shore- Shaking her feathers out.

- The dragons go white, Felix mutters a low curse. “We’d heard about another sorcerer- but we didn’t think” Jungkook rubs his hands on his thighs, picking up his pack, suddenly shy. Still Hoseok and Dawon stare at each other- this time not trying to get close.

- Jungkook sighs, the heaviness in his chest aching. “You said you had camp set up already?”

- Hours later after the fires been stoked and the foods been made and the sun has set, Jungkook tries not to let the food in his mouth taste like ash. Rolling it against his tongue, the meat-rich with spices as he watches Hoseok and Dawon from across the fire. Ignoring the clamor of Felix wrestling the hatchlings into a makeshift nest.

- at one point tonight Hoseok had mistakenly referred to the two hatchlings as his sister’s children and she’d laughed, her mate blushing and melting underneath her playful look. They’re not her kids, but that they’re all orphans from one of the last attacks at the border before the war began. In much the same boat as Dawon was when their nest was destroyed. The group of three are on their way north to drop the youngsters off in the capital before they head back to the battlefront.

- the two children seem terribly attached to the group of three- Hoseok comments on this. Felix looks down at the small one- the little boy curled up in his lap, cheek pillowed against Felix’s thigh. His voice hushed and pained “We want to fight. Even if it means we have to leave them, we can’t take care of them like they need to be taken care of.”

- Jungkook doesn’t say that you were younger than he was when you first started taking care of him and Hobi. But things are significantly faster passed for humans. And maybe parenthood has more to do with personality and attitude than age. If Jungkook had to judge it- he’d say that out of this group- Felix seems the fondest of the hatchlings.

- Jungkook doesn’t intrude much onto their conversation. For the most part he just sits across the fire with his empty bowl and listens. Nursing his skein of wine that they’ve so graciously gifted him and Hoseok. Marveling at the refilling spell that jungkook shows them half way through the night when it begins to run dry.

They don’t notice the difference- but to Jungkook the wine tastes flat and bitter the magic stealing away the joy of its taste. There are some things that the magic just can't recreate and maybe jungkook’s just sensitive to that.

- But it does enough to liberate his anxiety regardless; Jungkook’s head is spinning as he watches the dragons, feeling apart from them on the other side of the fire. The two youngsters sleep on soft packs a little bit away, packs piled up to keep the light of the fire out of their eyes.

- “How did you- how did you survive? Did you run away?” (The memories that Jungkook’s seen flicker back across his eyes, a tiny Hoseok sitting in a treehouse nest, hiding until his mother came. “Stay here- your sister will be back in a moment” and then Hoseok leaving, heading out into the fray of the battle. So small and so so brave.)

- Jungkook tightens his lips. Hoseok knows what he saw that day when he became a sorcerer and they don’t have many secrets between the two of them. But this feels too private for Jungkook to pipe up. The fact that he might be the only one of the three of them that has a clear picture of what happened that day lingers on his mind.

- Jungkook wonders, and has asked Seokjin about how, and why- the magic showed him what it did. ‘I think it probably wanted you to understand, wanted you to know what had happened and how it did. Every sorcerer has a different specialty, maybe yours is time.’

- “I almost didn’t, I went out to fight but our parents were already-“ Hoseok cuts himself off. Everyone knows what happened and he doesn’t need to say it in any detail. “I went back for you- but you weren’t there- and the others were leaving.“ she doesn’t need to say anymore. Takes a swig of her wineskin too, the words rolling off her tongue better with the alcohol lubricating them. “Two other hatchlings got killed because I went back to look for you.”

- Hoseok doesn’t have anything to say about that. He’d been as good as dead, and she must have been about 11 when the attack happened. Hoseok would tell her that he forgives her but really there’s nothing to forgive. “What have you been doing since then, where did you end up?” Hoseok needs to ask- needs to know. What could have been his life if Yoongi had never found him?

- It says something that this woman in front of him left him for dead, while their father didn’t. Now that her scent buffs over him from the hot wind he thinks he recognizes it. In the first few weeks he’d been with you he remembers missing her scent. Longing to curl up around it and the rest of his nest.

- Hoseok remembers smelling Jungkook His snout pressed to Jungkook’s black curls trying to recreate the same smell. It smells kind of like family- but not really. Jungkook would never smell the same way she did- and that was a good thing. Hoseok subtly leans away so that more of it doesn’t get in his nose. Craving Jungkook’s clean sweet scent across the fire.

- “I ended up getting adopted by their rookery” she gestures to both of the boys Felix leans back on his hand's feet playing with the soil while he gazes at her fondly. Felix is the only one of them who doesn’t have horns, instead- his dragon mark manifests itself in his clawed feet.

- That’s how I would look at her if we’d grown up together Hoseok thinks. It’s clear they’re close though he can already tell her bond with the alpha runs deeper than her bond with him. “Their parents died three years ago in one of the first battles, we were sent north to the city and the academy before we were approved by the council to head south when we found them.”

- “Hoseok studied at the academy too” jungkook supplies quiet, no one but hoseok acknowledges he spoke.

- In their little nest, the two hatchlings breathe on, “we were trying to make it to the battlefront to finally fight but now that we’ve got them- we’re on our way back to the city.” Hoseok sees the way that Jinseok touches her hand, soft and cradling. It’s strange to Hoseok, who doesn’t often pick up on the scents of other dragons that those of his own kind smell so strong.

- Dawon smells sweet and cloying, like a baked cake or like an overly ripe fruit. Nearly spoiled. Whereas Jinseok smells like incense and burning oranges (a smell that Hoseok finds it hard to like to be honest), and Felix smells like the edge of winter and fall, clear air, fresh in a way. Other dragon’s scents have never been so pungent to him- even his own. if they smell so bad he wonders what he must smell like.

- “How did you…” Hoseok’s eyes hover on the tender way they hold each other hand, Jinseok brushes over the scent gland on the inside of Dawson’s wrist something so intimate and gentle. He can see the way she viscerally shivers. “You’re both mated right?” he asks, wants to know, both of them blush but nod eagerly.

- Felix leans back further. “I told them to wait until after the war but-“ he lifts his shoulders, “when you know you know.” Dawon smiles brightly in his direction, knocking her forehead with Jinseok. “You’re not-” Dawon sends a glance in Jungkook’s direction as if shaking her head at the very thought. Jungkook bristles (and so does Hoseok) but as if sensing some sort of possible conflict, Felix pipes up. “It makes sense that you’re not since you're like me, we don’t often mate.”

- Confusion replaces the tension as everyone turns to Felix, Hoseok’s eyebrows furrow. Something’s not lining up “what do you mean?” Jungkook asks. Hoseok is wide-eyed “how am I like you?” Felix- seeming to realize that he’s overstepped or supplied information that he shouldn’t have, has the good sense to look a little bashful. “You didn’t know? You’re a beta-”

- Hoseok and jungkook share a startled glance, hoseok's hands shake a little- he tries to hide it- but Jungkook notices (Jungkook always notices). Hoseok had never thought it mattered- but now it feels like it does. the way that felix says it- like it’s something to be happy about. “You didn’t know? ah- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to”

- “It’s alright it's just-” Hoseok looks down his hands tightening into fists, a small smile pricking at the corner of his mouth. “I’m a beta?” Jungkook can’t help but feel like he’s slipping even further away his breath hitching. Felix relocates to Hoseok’s side, taking his shaking hand in one of his “yes, you’re a beta- like me. there aren’t many of us left- even fewer now, but you’re a beta Hoseok.”

- Jungkook can’t stop himself, physically can’t keep himself in his seat at the sight of Hoseok and the other beta sitting so close on the tree stump. The way his sister seems so close on the other side in Jungkook’s spot. Felix touches Hoseok’s neck- the spot where Jungkook knows his scent gland is even if he can’t smell Hoseok the way the dragons do. explaining to hoseok what he smells like- It makes Jungkook’s blood boil with an acrid something that feels like wanting and shame at being so impossibly jealous.

- So he gets up and walks to the edge of the makeshift camp trampling someone’s feathers as he goes. Hoseok starts after him and the alpha makes an unhappy grunt at Hoseok leaving. Almost reaching out.

- Logically Jungkook knows Jinseok is his sister’s mate- so of course, he’d be worried about her younger brother leaving- especially if it hurt the feelings of Dawon. But Jungkook can’t help but hate that they’re already trying to stake a claim over Hoseok. Typical alpha behavior already trying to exert his will over someone he barely knows.

- Jungkook doesn’t know if Hoseok had felt his displeasure down the threads of their bond, but he calls Jungkook’s name again as he stalks into the woods. Jungkook ignores it, stomping carefully through a grove of ankle-high toadstools that glow a faint pink. They’re enough like to see by, and they illuminate the forest in great swathes. A fairy lifts its head from the surface as he jostles one, hissing in Jungkook’s direction as he disturbs their sleep.

- “Kookie slowdown- just STOP” Hoseok has never shouted at Jungkook and sounded like that. Jungkook’s so surprised he stops in his tracks. He steps on a toadstool and it winks out- the rosy glow beneath them diminishing. A flurry of sprites are startled from their hallow by hoseok's shout, the cloud moving sleepily away from the clearing, wings whistling in the quiet. When he turns around, Hoseok’s stricken expression is lit from below, his lower lip glossy from the wine.

- One of the things about their bond is that Hoseok doesn’t have to wonder if Jungkook is upset. He can feel it echoing hot into his own body, jealousy and anger and deep underneath- fear. Fear that Hoseok had found something he’d been looking for that Jungkook couldn’t offer.

- Jungkook can’t get the happy expression out of his head- the way Hoseok had looked when they’d told him. “I’m a beta” the smile like an answer he’d been searching for but hadn’t found. Jungkook couldn’t fit into that system- couldn’t be an alpha or a beta or omega. He could just be Jungkook.

- And For the first time, being only that doesn’t feel like enough for Hoseok. Hoseok had never cared that Jungkook was a dragon or human but now it feels like it matters.

- “Do you- are you going to stay with them Hoseok?” Jungkook’s voice doesn’t sound like his own. Hoseok recoils at the mere suggestion of it like he’s just been slapped “what?! Of course not- we’re going to leave in the morning? And then they’ll head south. Dawon and I have already talked about it while you were getting firewood.” Hoseok reaches out to grab Jungkook’s wrist but Jungkook takes a step back- out of Hoseok's reach.

- “It didn’t look like you had any intention of leaving just then” Hoseok steps forward into Jungkook’s space. Between them, personal space rarely exists, but now, Jungkook feels like he he needs some. Jungkook never thought their bond might hurt- but now he’s worried it is.

- “You don’t need to be scared Kookie,” Hoseok says because he can feel his fear, “I don’t want you to feel scared.” one of the terrible things about their bond is that Hoseok can feel everything every emotion. Good and bad, secret and shared all wound in an anxious ball that only Hoseok can tease through.

- “Maybe it would help- if I knew what you were thinking” because thoughts and feelings aren’t the same things. hoseok knows jungkook is feeling this way- but can’t understand why more than a good guess.

- Jungkook sits on the edge of a stump, a fallen tree, and beside him, Hoseok stoops to sit too. Careful to rearrange their feet so that they don’t hurt any of the toadstools, through the underbrush they glimmer and bloom more brilliant than flowers.

- They remind Jungkook of the flowers that grow in aunty Jimin and uncle Namjoon’s house. Jungkook doesn’t watch them, leaning his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, looking up at him from his perch. After a second, Hoseok pulls him closer, pacifying him with the contact.

- Hoseok starts slow. “You know im different.” it seems silly to say- to voice this when jungkook can feel the otherness in his bones. “that I feel like I’ve always been in-between kind of in the same way that Jimin’s been in-between.” jungkook’s egear nodds encourage Hoseok on to talk more.

- “I’ve never been worried about it because I knew- I know whatever it is- that I feel loved- I know you love me.” Jungkook’s heart feels like it’s going to shake in his chest, lit from below. Hoseok reaches out, touches his cheek in just the right way that Jungkook knows it’s not- not that sort of love. The thing that’s built itself into something formidable in his chest.

- A love that is neither purely platonic nor brotherly or romantic- something different and new and definitely not sexual but still love. Hoseok is apart of Jungkook’s soul in a way that nothing else could be. There is no space left in his heart. Nothing left for anyone else. All of Jungkook belongs to this and their bond.

- Briefly, he wonders if maybe all this confusion is just Jungkook’s magical body getting re-used to the bond. Jis magical body can feel it so much more than his human body ever could.

- “I know” Jungkook feels breathless- but the whole in-between thing, he knew that too. For years Jungkook Has watched Hoseok battle with his hair enough times to know that the frustration was deeper than any superficial change. Jungkook has seen the looks- the longing when he sees something pretty and golden.

- When they were younger, Hoseok jokingly put on one of your corsets, almost too big for him. You’d loved it- thought it was just the cutest thing and hadn’t made him take it off until bedtime. “I promise you don’t want to sleep with it on Hoseok.”

- “This- all of them- Dawon” Hoseok takes Jungkook’s hand- more of a routine then any motion- and unlike before Jungkook lets him. “that just feels like a reason for all of that- that discomfort. If i’m a beta- then it all makes sense you know? but still I-”

- Hoseok steals himself to say the next words sighing them out “-I don’t think I could love anyone the way that mom loves dad you know” Jungkook thinks those words should hurt. But they don’t. He’s been thinking about the pain recently. How their father is their mother’s constant shadow, a ghost that cannot sleep, a love that haunts more than it loves.

- No question. Yoongi would tear apart himself for you if given the chance. But Hoseok- Hoseok doesn’t know if he’s ever felt something like that with such intensity. Sure he’d fight to the death for Jungkook and fight even harder if something was to separate them. But was that foundation built on the same kind of love? Could more love even fit in the space of his heart- with so much Jungkook already filling it up? Could this love change when it has no room to grow?

- It would be easier if they were bloodily related, jungkook realizes- then there would be no question. But the fact of the matter is that any romantic relationships that they might have with other people would feel like too much of a betrayal on both sides.

- Hoseok and Jungkook cannot love each other the way Yoongi loves you. and yet- Jungkook doesn’t want that with anyone else. Can’t even think about loving someone who isn’t Hoseok. Jungkook holds Hoseok’s hand to his face for one moment, then lets it go- lets the idea of this fall away, “I’m sorry for getting angry- let's go back”

- When they go back Hoseok sits next to Jungkook on the log. The others give them both a measured look- like theyre trying to find any remaining discord between their bond, leaning back satisfied when they find none.

- Jungkook doesn't need to know what they talked about while they were gone. Especially when hoseok immediately launches into another conversation with dawon- talking through their childhoods- and the parents that they’d both eventually found. “I think you’d really like my mom, she’s like a healer- a good one too” Hoseok can’t help but boast. “Healed my shoulder after-“ he trails off but tilts to show her how he can roll it.

- Jinseok comes over and inspects Hoseok’s shoulder, tilting it between his big hands and unlike before- it doesn’t make Jungkook jealous, (but that might have something to do with Hoseok’s hand on his thigh). Jinseok’s eyes are appraising when he lets it go “of course you healed! I’ve taken a few tumbles myself over the last few years. Almost thought my tail was gonna fall off that one time.” Felix laughs and Dawon rolls her eyes at it. “Yes we’re all aware of your stupidity that one time when-”

- “You’ll always be my person Kookie- I don’t need anyone else. I don’t want anyone else” Hoseok tells him when they’re pressed close underneath their bed things, set out underneath the stars. They’re both Significantly more full of wine than they’d been before and Hoseok’s words are nearly slurry.

- “I think…I think I might be a little broken.” Hoseok’s says like the words are a secret, eyes fluttering with tiredness. Jungkook presses closer in reply like Jungkook is making up for pieces Hoseok might be missing. He presses his forehead to Hoseok’s. Hoseok smells like home- Hoseok will always be home to Jungkook.

- “If you’re broken, I’m broken too” Jungkook’s words are cushioned against the skin of Hoseok’s shoulder. That night, Hoseok lies on his back and Jungkook slings a leg over his thighs. they revel in the closeness, loving every moment.

- Jungkook is already asleep- but Hoseok speaks anyway. “I don’t need anything else but you Kookie.”

- The next morning the two groups part ways. Dawon hugs Hoseok so tight that Jungkook feels his own spine ache a little. Hoseok must have explained to her last night about their goal of saving you. she seems like she understands why they need to leave. But Even so, she’s a little teary-eyed, reluctant to let him go. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Hoseok nods, his red curls bouncing, not a hit of hesitation.

- Hoseok hands her a little scroll. If they do make it to the Southern front where Namjoon is, the scroll will make sure that she and her flock are well taken care of by their uncles. Hoseok thinks that Jimin and Namjoon would like his older sister. That she’ll fit in well with the army.

- It isn’t until a few days later when they’re staying at uncle Namjoon and Jimin’s house that Jungkook and Hoseok have a chance to talk about any of it again. Jungkook could feel the flickers of uncertainty down their bond, judging that Hoseok needed to parse through his feeling and figure out what he needed to say.

- They only stay for the night, happy to have a familiar bed instead of curling up under the stars before they fly north. The house is empty besides them, though a housekeeper still comes by every day to water Jimin’s plants and make sure too much dust doesn’t settle.

- They ready for a long day of flying in one of the many guest rooms. Jungkook is just leaning down to tie his boots when he catches Hoseok looking at himself in the mirror. Running a brush through his curls. Hoseok thinks back through his memories of this house- and of the fairy and dragon that should be here with them. And particularly- words that Jimin said to Hoseok long ago when he’d asked about Himin’s gender.

- Hoseok can’t remember how old he was- but he remembers the fairy bending down to his level in the garden. “To tell you the truth, being a girl or a boy doesn’t matter much in our part of the world. What matters is that you’re good to the people who need you and kind to the people that don’t when you meet,”

- Its that memory that gives Hoseok the strength to finally meet Jungkook’s gaze in the mirror. “I think…I want to grow out my hair.”

-“Like aunt Jiminie?” Jungkook asks, standing and moving to stand behind him, Jungkook’s hands play in the small hairs at the back of Hoseok’s neck, and he leans forward to sniff, Hoseok already smells like the ocean. “Yeah” Hoseok looks worried- like it might not have Jungkook’s approval. the set of his shoulders tense like he’s readying jungkook to say something negative. But there isn’t a change he could make that would put Jungkook’s love and devotion in jeopardy. hoseok knows that but the worry still lingers.

- Jungkook tangles a hand in Hoseok’s hair, his reflection grinning back at Hoseok- Boyish and beautiful in a way that makes hoseok ache. “We’ll grow it out together” and they do, flying back and forth across the world. When Jungkook cuts his- Hoseok doesn’t. All until it’s down to his shoulders. The first time Yoongi sees he doesn’t even mention it- not even a little bit- too busy preening and what can only be called nesting.

- It’s something he’s started to do over the years to relieve his stress, piling up every single soft thing in the room around where your glass coffin is. No doubt preparing for you’re waking in a few days. A healthy flush in his cheeks that hadn’t been there last time they’d been home.

- Seokjin doesn’t say anything, but he does tug on the end of Hoseok’s hair, twining the long red strand around his fingers. He doesn’t say anything like he might have before, sensing Hoseok’s tenseness. He leaves a few spells tacked to his and Jungkook’s door spells for hair lengthening and to change the color should Hoseok desire it.

- Yoongi is so happy to have them home he doesn’t even notice anything’s different until the day Hoseok gets into your makeup collection. It’s only for them, just a tiny bit of rouge on his cheeks and to plump up his lips. Yoongi puts down his book when Hoseok walks in, eyes tracking him as he walks in. and Hoseok feels the worry sink underneath their skin before Seokjin taps Yoongi with his book, and they both go back to reading.

- But when Hoseok goes to his room later he finds a tiny pile of cosmetics on his bedside table. A delicate sea green brocade shirt that’s flowy- all but the sleeves opaque and embroidered with tiny flowers. It looks like something jimin would wear and Hoseok touches it with a reference he doesn’t quite know how to handle. A fondness growing in his heart.

- The next time they leave, Yoongi corners him, while not corners him- but sidles up to him while he’s on the back patio when the sun is just cresting over the trees just past sunrise. Hoseok might be an early riser but Seokjin and Jungkook still need a little while to sleep. “So, should I call you she now? Is that better for you?”

- Trust yoongi to go straight to the point. He’s so awkward, so cagey and quiet. So obviously wanting to offer comfort and understanding but unsure how to reach out. He’s used to using the rolling pronouns with jimin, but to use them for his son- his child- will take a second. It’s better to ask than wonder.

- “No, not yet- if ever.” and then in the quiet of the morning, a simple truth, “they is fine for me dad.”

- “When did you know?” Yoongi has to wonder, had you and him not being open enough? You’d both never talked to Jungkook and Hoseok about jimin, but you’d both believed you’d raised your children to come to you when they had a question or a concern. And Yoongi doesn’t like the idea that Hoseok could have been holding onto these feelings for some time. too afraid to be honest.

- Hoseok doesn’t answer right away, because there isn’t a good one. Was it the way he’d never played with strictly the girls or boys in grade school? The way he’d often found himself clinging to you and wanting to dress in your pretty fabrics than the drab black clothes his father favored?

- it was hard to tell what if anything had made Hoseok first question their gender. Did his betaness cause it? Or was the difference caused by not settling purely into one side? “I met my sister.” is all he can say, the only bit of information it makes sense to proffer up.

- That- out of everything they might have said does get a reaction out of Yoongi. his hands tightening on the edge of the stone wall. “I didn’t know she was still alive.”

- “Neither did I” Hoseok busies their hands with playing with the flowers that have gathered along the rock wall, small and pink. The ever spring around them so delicate and careful. The exact way that Hoseok feels today. “She told me I’m a beta, and after that- it all kind of makes sense?”

- Yoongi makes a noise in the back of his throat. Then suddenly, turns his golden eyes on his…child. (That train of thought will take some time getting used to) “Well if there’s anything I can be doing better- let me know okay?” he pulses Hoseok in for a quick scent mark, and the sudden affection nudges a purr from Hoseok’s throat. But overall the conversation just leaves them feeling soft and taken care of, understood and accepted in a way Hoseok had never realized they’d craved.

- By the time they leave, Yoongi is pushing a small velvet sack of coins in their directions. “You should get a few things that fit you better the next time you're in the city.”

- And they do, Hoseok and Jungkook work their way through the cloth market with a vigor they haven’t found in years, fine silks and velvets- perfect for the cold weather up north. Most in rich tones of gold, purple and red- red is Hoseok’s favorite color. Hoseok gets their ears pierced on a whim- fills his studs with little bits of gold that make them glow when they catch sight of themselves in a mirror.

- And when they come back after a day of shopping. It's Jungkook who pulls him close. Running a finger over the corner of their mouth to correct the placement of their lipstick. A fresh tube. Sometimes Hoseok doesn’t bother putting it on, or with the more cumbersome pretty clothes, but if they’re going to see anyone, even if that someone is just Jungkook- the red lip color stays.

- When you wake a few months later; you cup Hoseok’s cheek- hands still a little shaky and reluctant to move. “You look-” you search Hoseok’s eyes for something- anything that would show misgivings, “it looks so pretty Hobi” Hoseok plays with their fingers in their lap. It’s a cute behavior, one that Jungkook’s noticed appears more as time goes on and hoseok gets more comfortable with changing their body.

- “Don’t you mean handsome?” they say, swallowing back a lump in their throat. Their long hair is pulled back today, to give the same appearance of masculinity at least from the front. Jungkook braided it this morning, he’s been learning how to do it for hoseok- not quiet as nimble with their fingers yet like Jungkook is. The moments in the morning when Jungkook brushes their hair and winds it back- are some of his favorites- the soft moments he can spend with hoseok. Hoseok didn’t want to scare you too bad, from the front- they almost look the same. “Not if you don’t want me to mean it. You can be pretty too.”

-It’s not until the next time Hoseok and Jungkook set out that they actually quantify it in words. “I think I’m like Jimin- well not- like jimin. But I think I could be.” aunty and uncle Jimin, who’s just as comfortable in a skirt as they are in a pair of pants. Jungkook leans over, combing through Hoseok’s long hair. Reaching down to the sensitive spot between his- their shoulders. “Okay” is all he says, but his smile is sweet even in the light. “That’s okay with me Hobi.”

- And it is- it always will be, as long as Hoseok has people like this, the ones that have always made him feel like it was safe to be himself- no matter what form he wants to take. Hoseok will be okay. At night, their arms tighten around Jungkook. “I want you to be okay too Kookie” Jungkook sleeps on, oblivious to the turmoil-taking root in Hoseok’s heart.

- Yes, he loves Jungkook, but can Hoseok really love in the way that Jungkook needs? Are they just keeping each other from happiness or is this the only thing they’ll ever need?

- In his arms Jungkook dreams fitfully. But down to his core, he knows If there was ever a time when he felt like he needed more from Hoseok- if what they have ever felt like not enough, He’d never do anything about it. Never ask for more. Never. They don’t need anyone else- no lover, friends, or mates. Just each other. Their bond will always be enough.

- The days spent waiting pass like sluggish honey for Yoongi, sweet when they meet the tip of his tongue but only a hint of the sweet eternity he promises you. They blend together for you- more than the dizzying cacophony of dreams. Sometimes you forget where you belong, and forget that you have to wake up.

- When you can- you strong arm and squirm your way into wherever he is, curled up around you and set a hand on his scaly cheek, there is a limit to how far you can go from your body, and that seems to be a fair mile from where you sleep. So if you wake when Yoongi flies, it’s enough to be able to sit in the garden and enjoy the flowers and sunlight. Every time you manage to knock yourself out of a dream, you can go a little bit farther. Like your soul is getting used to how it feels outside your body.

- And when you do actually stay in the dream world- lucid dreaming becomes an avid habit of yours. Taehyung teaches you how to do it. As dangerous as it is lovely to feel real things when you can, you do often get lost in the way you can change the world you’re in. Are you a god? Or just a dreamer? Taehyung’s hand in yours keeps you tethered. You wonder how he managed to keep his sanity living alone like this for so many years. In the dream world- days are years and years are eons.

- And what makes it worse is that you know it won't feel like so long when you wake- the sluggish feeling that not so much time could have passed even though you know it has. The spell around you keeps you dreaming like it's been days, while your body lives those hours as a second. Your mind and your body age out of sync.

- Yoongi’s timed it before, every hour he sees your chest rise and fall. One breath for every hour

- You feel like you’ve spent years in the dreams at this point, recreating each of your wildest fantasies. Though some feel too real not to be born of your memories. You dream of The walls of your cavern home that you haven’t gone back to in years, feeling the cold stone with a warm body behind you- Yoongi. Or hours spent just outside the front doorsteps of your manor house, waiting for Yoongi to come home with Hoseok while Jungkook plays in the field.

- Flowers that flash like beacons out of the corner of your eye, and then it’s not only Jungkook but Hoseok playing in the field too. Both of them running through the field and casting the dandelions onto the floor that spark like embers. Yoongi chases after them- both of them barely come up to his waist. You watch it from the corner of your eye knowing it will feel less real if you turn your head and look at the memory directly.

- The smell of cooking peaches stings in your nose- sour- and you know if you went into your house you could probably find taehyung there- cooking a peach pie. Though it’s a toss up if it would actually be him- and now just a memory you don’t have confused in this.

- You Watch as Hoseok flashes red from human to dragon tackling Yoongi to the ground with a warped grumbly giggle. Jungkook is quick to flop on top with one hand fisted and knocking against Yoongi’s chest, the other buried in Hoseok’s feathery coat.

-It makes you smile- the dreams- these memories are the only thing that makes you remember you’re dreaming. Because you know Hobi and Jungkook haven’t been that small for years. Your children are fully grown now.

- You wish you could go back to those times when it was simpler. And the dreams let you do just that, again and again until the memory barely feels real.

- What surprises you the most are the nightmares. They always bleed into your dreams the moment you least expect them and when you truly let your guard down. Ink darkening the edges of this story before you realize the badness is bleeding through. Anger and a wordless hunger tainting the happy moments.

- You dont think the anger comes from you- maybe its anger from the dream- the world that has found you an unwelcome guest. People aren’t supposed to sleep for so long. And the dream world tries everything it can to get you to wake up.

- Maybe it’s worried you’ll learn how to dream when you’re awake.

- The worst part about the nightmares aren’t the fear- It’s not the falling through the sky, or faceless men chasing you, monsters, or tragedies that you can’t escape. It’s that the nightmares don’t feel the same as when you were awake, no blurry edges- everything too real. These nightmares are born of your memories only to be twisted by the dream world into something more sinister.

- Sometimes you feel like they’re showing you the future- or if not the future- then something that could have happened to your family.

- The nightmares show you realities where Jungkook still wants to be a warrior. Ones where Yoongi never found him and you all meet another way, Not as a family but as enemies on the battlefield.

- In the nightmare, the war has come earlier with Yoongi at the head of the council. And he’s become everything he always feared he could have been, those whispered confessions he’d uttered to you and you’d uttered back under only the cover of darkness. “I think I might be a bad person” “it doesn’t matter if you’re good- just that you’re good to us Yoongi, and for the record- I think it shows the content of your character that you care so much- even when caring hurts”

- In the nightmare world He’s everything he would have been without you. Easily tempted to war without knowing softness and love, without having something to protect. And he’d never chosen a mate either- Yoongi is as lonely and touch-starved as he is bloodthirsty and violent.

- In this nightmare Hoseok is just another dragon soldier who hates humans because of what they’ve done to him. Hoseok and Jungkook first meet each other on opposite sides of the war. Not as brothers but as enemies. Does Hoseok fall by Jungkook’s blade? Or will Jungkook burn without ever knowing about the magic that lurked in his veins? Or worse- would he have found out and used his powers to aid the only people he’d ever known.

- Would he and Seokjin fought in that reality? Two forces so destructive that they could only take out each other- flattening the mountains and ending thousands of lives when they clash. You hear them- from where you watch them fight. the dream war is just as bloody and terrible as the real one- and it's worse to see your family fight.

- Seokjin’s face is tense, eyes slowly dripping blood as he holds the magic in his hands. and jungkook- jungkook looks almost evil. Jungkook’s words don’t sound like your son- his voice deeper- like the dream just can’t get it right “this issue here uncle- is that you have something to fight for and I do not.”

- You beg the dream world to let you wake up but Seokjin’s spell holds you there with ironclad hands.

- You wonder what’s become of taehyung in this reality. Would he have woken from his coffin without Seokjin’s magic to keep him there- or would he have stayed asleep? Never to be woken again? would he sleep the same way Seokjin does, chest broken open on the battlefield, his heart removed clutched in Jungkook’s hand?

- In the dream where Jungkook doesn't know he’s magical, you’re a medic for the human army walking along with the isles of the wounded. Treading over piles of feathers and blood to check the faintly moving chest of a young man, so beautiful despite the fact he’s nearly dead. You don’t recognize Jungkook when you look at him- barely 19 and dying without the magic to protect him and keep him alive

- Maybe it’s some consolation that this other version of you gets to hold Jungkook as he dies. Gets to soothe him and say, “it’s alright, it won’t hurt in a second, you just have to stop breathing and you’ll be at peace.” As he sputters and tries to breathe through his torn lungs. You know what those claw marks mean on his chest- that they’re too deep to ever heal. Jungkook only has minutes left with his shredded lungs.

- You’re so focused on comforting the fallen soldier that you don’t notice the beast that lurks in the shadows. Yoongi might be large but he’s also near-silent and invisible in the darkness. Yoongi only feels hate and not love as he watches you, fire growing in his belly. You might be a medic but you’re still a human and every man you save is just another that will one day fall. The kiss of fire on the back of your neck burns hot and painful one moment, and then the touch of his lips soft the next as you breathe through the nightmare.

- Those are the worst sort of dream because part of you is convinced that’s what could have happened if Yoongi had never killed Jungkook’s blood family. As gruesome as it sounds, you think you’d rather have it this way than be doomed to that fate. At least now- you’re all loved, though you’ll have to see if one day, the one you love becomes the reason the other dies. For both you and Hoseok.

- Maybe soulmates hurt each other just as often as much as love each other.

- When you wake- you tell Yoongi about the dream and kiss his forehead where his head is pillowed against your thigh. Head tilted so his horns don’t knock into your hip. “Do they feel real? The dreams in which I kill you?” he asks you. He doesn’t want you to ever think of that, the improbability of him deciding to hurt you. that you could ever believe that his hands that love you could ever hurt you makes his stomach drop. Yoongi would let himself die, would turn his hands on himself- before he let himself hurt you.

- “Sometimes” you admit, as you kiss him more, deeper now that you can verify it's real. Kisses in the dream world always feel 2d, not like now- when you can taste him and feel his warmth. Kissing him is like hello and a new daydream all at once. Sweet and sweeter because you know it's real. Syrup and honey in equal measure. “But don’t worry, I never believe those dreams for long,”

- But Yoongi does worry, And the day comes that you do forget.

- It’s one of the rare times that Hoseok and Jungkook haven’t come home in time to see you wake. They’re kept south by a snowstorm wiping through the northern lands. But Yoongi’s glad they weren’t they're- glad they didn’t see it.

- It’s the first time that you wake and don’t remember them, your memories and your mind lost to the dream world. Screaming for Taehyung of all people as you fight Yoongi’s hands (only trying to hold you up seeing as you look about ready to pass out). You backpedal on shaky legs and hit the glass edge of your coffin with a violent thud. It shatters against the floor in a great cacophony of glass shards.

- Yoongi barely scoops you up in time so that you don’t fall against them and hurt yourself. Your hands weekly pushing at him to stay away, a monster that you never learned to love, a face you don’t know.

- Taehyung is crying in his coffin as he says your name. Hand weakly reaching out to Tae, Your panic stinks in Yoongi’s nose. Your body is afraid of him- that’s what breaks his heart the most- that he can smell the fear on you and he knows he’s caused it. it's all he can do to repeat in his mind that you’re just Sleepwalking, that’s what it is. You don’t actually hate him- you couldn’t.

- But you won’t wake up- no matter how much Yoongi calls your name. How is it so much harder for you than it is for Taehyung? Seokjin’s never said he did anything like this, Taehyung has never lost himself in the dream world like this.

- The second Tae feels like he has control of his legs he pushes Yoongi off of you. Cupping your cheeks and pulling you up and onto his glass coffin. “It’s not a dream- you’re not dreaming” but your eyes dart around the room like you’re not really seeing it. Yoongi sits there surrounded by glass watching as you don’t fight Tae.

- “Y/n you’re awake- this is your real life- this isn’t another nightmare” But his words fall on your unhearing ears. You stare at Taehyung like they’re something growing out of his head- and who knows- maybe there is. A piece of the dream world that you’ve carried into your waking hours. A hallucination. Yoongi doesn’t want to think about what you might have seen when you looked at his face.

- “Why are you calling me that? That’s not my name.” that’s the final straw, Seokjin knocked out of his reverie and Yoongi pining himself to the wall while Seokjin puts you back to sleep, a thumb pressed to your forehead until you slump in Tae’s arms. Tae holds you so delicately. And it takes seeing him cry for Yoongi to recognize the wetness on his own cheeks as tears too.

- He almost wants to reach out and keep you here. Because he knows- Yoongi knows- once you go into that coffin again they’re no getting you out. One more year to tick by without you. Two at once- They’ve never done this before and they can only hope it works- that you come back whole the next time.

- By the time Jungkook and Hoseok get home at noon, Hoseok’s wings are coated with a faint layer of frost. Yoongi is still sitting out on the edge of the property, watching the faintly raging snowstorm outside the barrier. Eyes wet and dark. His arms wrapped around himself like he’s trying to comfort himself. To alleviate the ache of being untouched. Maybe it’s dramatic- but Yoongi aches like he’s been shot down by an arrow. He never knew he could get so touch starved.

- His children watch him, mixed terror and discomfort at finding their father without their mother on the one day they should be seen together. “She’s not awake- you can get inside and see her though.” yoongi feels like he’ll never be warm again.

- The eternal spring of Seokjin’s home is more than enough to have the cold dissipate, but the cold at seeing you in Tae’s coffin stays. Yours shattered to the side (Seokjin will repair it for Tae later), is something that chills Jungkook to the bone. Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s using the magic in a panic until Hoseok touches his cheek and calls his name.

-All Jungkook knows is that your coffin magically replaced behind Tae’s and that the roses on the trellis outside are sneaking in through the open window. The warmth of Hoseok’s palm is welcomed comfort that Jungkook leans into. Trying not to cry.

- Jungkook and Hoseok get the story from Tae and Seokjin and then go back outside to sit next to their father. “Am I doing the right thing? Or should we just let her wake up and-“ Jungkook is the first to shake his head. “Mom doesn’t want to die dad- she’d say the same if she could” Hoseok’s hands tighten on their pants. Their whole body shaking at the thought of letting you- just letting you die.

- “Next year- it will be different.” No one says that they don’t know that for sure. That they’re just trying whatever they think will work without knowing if you’re right. If you even can come back. Jungkook and Hoseok stay for longer this time, to comfort their father. But then-one day weeks later, he stands up.

- They’re out of books. At least for now- until Hoseok and Jungkook can rocket across the world, every swipe of Hoseok’s wings faster- harder, pushing themselves to carry more. They feel like time is ticking down.

- The next year you wake without a fuss. And no one mentions the last year to you; you don’t remember what happened at all. You have no idea that it’s been two since they last saw you. And this time- Yoongi treasures it even more. For 18 hours- he doesn’t stop touching you. A hand on your lower back or your cheek. 18 hours of love after two years of nothing.

- Hoseok watches you carefully, looking for a hint that you know what happened, that you remember it in any way. But the day remains lost to the tangle of your memories and dreams. More than once- Hoseok catches you watching them, eyes furrowed like you’re having some sort of inner debate or trying to decide if what you’re seeing is real.

- Your brief wakefulness might be their favorite part- but it’s also the scariest.

- It gets a little better, the dreams can’t create new things for you- only things you’ve experienced before really. So when you see them in newer clothes, when they actively change things about your surroundings before you wake up it makes a difference.

- Seokjin changes the spell around his castle to fall just for you, and you spend ages in the garden, pressing sweet tomatoes to Yoongi’s mouth and cooking pumpkin seeds with Hoseok and Jungkook. Hoseok excitingly shows you their new trick- a little jet of fire that they can manage on their hands in their human form. It’s far from Yoongi’s near magic control of fire but it still makes you smile and shout and give Hoseok little scratches on the head a proud feeling in your chest.

- No matter that you need to reach up to do it now- they’ve been taller than you for so long it’s hard to remember they were ever so tiny. Hoseok’s change is also another thing that makes it easier. You dislike it- and you’d never treat your child any differently than how they wanted to treat them- but when you dream Hoseok- they’re still listless in their skin, a boy along with Jungkook.

- It’s reassuring when you wake and find them still the same as ever but so much more comfortable in their skin than they’d ever been before. As a child, Hoseok had been quiet and easily anxious (only soothed by Jungkook) now they’re louder and happier, a little bit of something shimmery gold on their eyelids, dancing around the kitchen and sending off little puffs of yellow fire (only to be contained by Jungkook’s magic).

- “Really Hobi- the kitchen is made of wood- you’ve got to be careful’). Their face stretching in a familiar heart-shaped smile that you all love. Hoseok is so so happy.

- You’ve never seen them this happy, and that makes the discontent rise in your chest because- how had you never realized they weren’t? How did you never see that Comfort was a fickle thing in Hoseok’s chest in a way it wasn’t for anyone but Jimin.

- You try to remember back to their meeting sometimes. Hoseok had looked at Jimin like he hung the stars and asked more questions than anyone else. You’d assumed it was just childlike curiosity- but maybe that had a deeper meaning than you’d initially thought.

- Before you sleep you unpack some of your old clothes and hand them down to Hoseok. Fine clothes and silks that Yoongi had made for you when you lived closer to the dragon city. Seeing as you have no use for them anymore, they’re a similar size- and Hoseok is only a little bit larger than you, maybe a tad bit broader but you liked your clothes flowy and loose anyway.

- You anchor yourself with their smile when you go into the dreams again. Excited to wake and help Hoseok explore their feminine side more.

- The nightmares are ever vibrant and feverish, with reality at a resolution just out of clarity. You dream of each of your family hurt beyond repair and you dream that they’re happy without you. Those hunters grabbing a tiny Hoseok by his feathers and tear them- his beautiful- delicate wings, and pluck him like a chicken.

- They do the same to Yoongi- albeit slower, removing every inch of his wing membrane until his bones clatter together like a wind chime. You have to watch, unable to move regardless of his roars that shake the earth. Maybe it says a lot about your love if the thing you’re scared of most is not being there to comfort Yoongi.

- Other nightmares of black fire that climbs the walls and sinks close to Jungkook in his baby basket. A calamity that you cannot end, like the trudge of time- the nightmares feel like they last forever. The wand in his arm burning too- unable to bond with him. His soul burned from the inside out. You scramble over his ashes, grasping at them like it will bring him back.

- You can’t help it, sobbing like your heart was ripped out. Hoseok falling too, crying in anguish as part of his soul dies. his wings fall limp- unable to fly without Jungkook. The saddest death is that of someone who can no longer do what they love, and the second saddest is a dragon without its wings.

- It’s so sad, It’s just like that time you woke up and saw only strangers in your bedroom, the nightmares always feel so real.

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remmysbounty · 4 years ago

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reunited//din djarin x f!reader

first off, thank you to my Siri ( @booksmusicteaandanimals ) for giving me this fic idea earlier today, especially bc after she gave me this idea i ended up getting two other ideas bc of it.

I hope you all enjoy it :)

I’m gonna tag some of you that I think will be interested, if you don’t want to be tagged in the future that’s totally fine, just let me know.

please comment and/or reblog what you think, feedback is very much appreciated

You’d felt him before you saw him. It had been years since you’d felt another Force user in your presence, and even though he was clearly bothered by something, the waves of despair that you felt did not surprise you in any way. Feeling him as you walked down the path, you found yourself standing in front of a creature you had only heard about in legends and bedtime stories.

“Hello little one,” you brought your hand out to touch his three fingers, allowing him to infiltrate your mind, talk to you, “Would you like for me to help you find this man, the Mandalorian?”

You felt a resounding yes come through the force and after securing the little one in your arms, you continued down the path you were on. Clearly whoever you were looking for was someone who would stand out, whether intentional or not, and you had heard rumors about a bounty hunter being in the area that morning, so you figured the best place to head towards would be the cantina. As you walked you got to know more about the child in your arms and he shared with you memories of his journey with this Mandalorian. A Mandalorian who reminded you very much of one that you’d met when you were just on the cusp of adulthood.

You waved at the little Mandalorians who ran through the marketplace, still having the freedom to do so before the Empire had forced them into hiding, and continued down to your stall, hoping that today would be a good day. The different teas that you’d prepared the night before rested in their containers, waiting for hungry eyes and watering mouths to request them and you sat there, eager to speak with anyone that viewed your stall as appealing, especially a certain Mandalorian who made his appearance every sun-down.

He had his own blend, one that you’d created by accident, but that he’d enjoyed so much, you couldn’t help but make sure you always had some on hand. The sun had already started to set, the pink and orange hues covering everything around you, as you started to pack your stall- it had been another slow day.

“I hope I’m not too late,” your Mandalorian’s sudden appearance had caught you by surprise, something that happened often.

You smiled softly at the beskar covered man in front of you, “No, you are right on time actually.”

After giving him his tea bag, you finished packing up everything you’d need and started your trek home, accompanied by Mando, “Was your day good?”

A slight tilt of his head and a deep sigh escaping his lips told you that it was anything but, and you couldn’t help but agree, “Me too.”

As the two of you arrived at your door, you watched to see if Mando would follow you inside. Recently, you had gotten the feeling that things were changing between the two of you, and you wanted to tell him how you felt but there was another thing on your mind that you knew needed to be said first.

“Mando,” you whispered, waiting for the iconic tilt that told you he was listening, “I’m leaving Navarro.”

The second those three words left your lips, Din’s hold on the box in his hands released and he almost dropped it before catching it- and himself, “What?”

One word. That was all you got out of him, but what else could you expect.

You looked down at your twitching hands, wondering how you could explain everything to him. How much you loved him, cared for him, and also put him in danger. You knew he had a dangerous profession, but one thing was being a bounty hunter, and another thing was being on the run from the Empire.

“Something’s come up,” those three words told him everything he needed to know. You were hiding something from him and he didn’t like it, but watching your trembling figure next to him, made him wonder why you were lying. You’d always been so talkative, so open, so kind, so- he’d even considered giving you his name tonight, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Your eyes looked at everything but him, “I have to leave. I was won-” you looked down at your feet and took a deep breath in, “Can you stay here tonight, please?”

A deep sigh came from his helmet, “No, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head as a watery chuckle escaped your lips, “It’s okay, don’t apologize Mando-” “Din. Call me Din, please.”

“It’s okay… Din.”

You hadn’t realized that you were projecting this last memory of your Mandalorian until you felt the child shift in your hands. Looking down you realized he wanted to share something with you. Suddenly, you were bombarded with different images of his Mandalorian as if he were trying to send you a message, “Do you think he’s my Mandalorian?”

As you asked that very question out loud, Din had caught sight of you and the child in your arms. He almost hadn’t recognized you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you held his son in your arms he would have easily skipped over you in his search for Grogu. What a coincidence that the one time he loses Grogu during a fight with some other bounty hunters, it is in the very town you are in.

Din had been so consumed by your appearance, he hadn’t realized the way Grogu had pointed you towards him until you were standing there as clear as day.

“Y/N?” He hadn’t realized he had even whispered your name, still in awe of seeing you after years of separation. It was sweet on his lips, like honey, and he wanted nothing more to drop on his knees and bask in your presence.

Of course, you hadn’t been sure that the child in your arms was correct until you heard your name escape the helmet in front of you. Your eyes watered as you finally accepted that the child was very much right, “Din?”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you took Din in, “It really is you.”

You felt the child move around in your arms and you suddenly remembered what it is that led you to him, “I take it he is yours.”

Din nodded his head quickly in agreement as he grabbed Grogu from your arms, “Could-” there was a pause, “Would you like to come with me to my ship? We can talk more there.”

You gleefully nodded, even though the tears continued to fall, as you motioned for Din to lead the way.

Soon you found yourself in the comfort of the Razor Crest, and even though you had only been on it once before, it felt more like home then the planet you were currently residing in.

After settling down in the cockpit you found yourself telling Din everything, not only why you left but how you ended up in Navarro in the first place to how you ended up standing before him with Grogu in your arms. While he has hurt that you had never told him any of this before, he understood, in a way you’d wanted to make sure he’d stay safe and that could only be for certain if he didn’t know.

“Oh, cyar’ika,” Din’s hand hovered over your cheek waiting for you to give him permission to touch you in a way he had never done before, “I missed you.”

The tears returned as did the memories of your time right after leaving him, “I missed you too, Din.”

Somehow Din allowed you to come closer and you soon curled up into his chest, your head finding comfort in the sliver of skin open to the air around you, “I don’t want to leave you Din, ever again.”

Din seemed to grunt something at your words and whispered, “Then don’t.”

You brought yourself even closer to Din, which you didn’t believe was quite possible, and whispered a simple ok as you finally let your mind come to terms with the fact that you had been reunited with your Mandalorian, your Din.

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artzychic27 · 4 years ago

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The Primaries: Beautiful

Adrien: September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary:

I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of Senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known since I got here, and I ask myself—what happened? Students: Freak! Liar! Burnout! Moron! Poser! Dumbass!

Adrien: We were so tiny, happy and shiny! Playing tag, and getting chased! Students: Bitch! Jerk! Liar! Bullies! Adrien: Singing and clapping, laughing and napping! Baking cookies, eating paste! Students: Blowhard! Stuck-up! Tabloid! Adrien: Then we got bigger, that was the trigger Like the Huns invading Rome! Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome! Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon! Students: White trash! Adrien: Next year will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!... But I know, I know, life can be beautiful I pray, I pray for a better way If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...

*Alya trips Aurore*

Aurore: Hey! Adrien: Just not today. *He goes to help her up* Hey, are you okay? Aurore: *She smacks his hand away* Don’t talk to me. Adrien: Oh, okay Students: Jerk! Liar! Poser! Doormat! Doormat! Doormat! Adrien: Things will get better soon as my letter Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown Wake from this coma, take my diploma Then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafés Lila: Watch it! Adrien: Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze! *Lila smacks Mireille’s lunch tray out of her hands*

Lila: Oops. Adrien: Lila Rossi. Third year as an Agreste Model, and tenth year of smacking lunch trays and being a lying bitch! Lila: Do you want me to tell your dad what you just said? Adrien: ... Shut up, Lila. But I know, I know... (I know, I know...) Life can be beautiful (Beautiful) I pray, I pray (I pray, I pray) For a better way (For a better way) We were kind before; (Ooh...) We can be kind once more (Ooh...) We can be beautiful... (Ooh... Beautiful...) *Nino taps on his shoulder*

Adrien: Ah!... Hey Nino. Nino: Hey! Adrien: Nino Lahiffe. My best friend since I started this school. Nino: We still on for movie night? Adrien: Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail. Nino: I rented "Jurassic Park." Adrien: Again? Wait, don't you have it memorized by now? Nino: What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good Spielberg movie. Alya: Nino! You can’t go to movie night; I need your help with the Ladyblog. Adrien: Alya Ceasaire: Blogger. She is always jumping to conclusions. It often leads to trouble. Lila: Oh! Then that means you’re free tonight, Adrien! Adrien: No! Nino and I are having movie night! Work on the Ladyblog another time. Lila: I'm sorry, are you actually standing up to me? Adrien: Yes, I am! I wanna know what gives you the right to act like a high and mighty control freak. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future cocktail waitress!... Jean: Wow, Adrien! Your balls finally dropped. Congrats.

*The students laugh while Adrien blushes from embarrassment*

Adrien: Dear diary: Why... Myléne: Why do they hate us? Mireille: Why don't I fight back?

Marc: Why are they such creeps? Adrien: Why... Lila: Why won't he date me? Kim: Why did I hit him? Juleka/Mme. Bustier/Nino: Why do I cry myself to sleep? Adrien: Why... Students: Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope, here! Something to live for!

... Students: Ah! Nathan, Chloé, and Mari...

Adrien: And then there's the Primaries. They float above it all... Students: I love Nathan, Chloé, and Mari... I hate Nathan, Chloé, and Mari... Adrien: Nathaniel Kurtzberg, president of the art club. His family is dangerous—they’re the Jewish mafia.

Students: I want Nathan, Chloé, and Mari...

Adrien: Chloé Bourgeois, my sort of best friend. Her dad runs the city. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for hair extensions. Students: I need Nathan, Chloé, and Mari... Adrien: And Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the Almighty... She has connections all over the world. They’re solid Teflon—never bothered, never harassed even though they’re in my class... I would give anything to be like that. Aurore: I'd like to be their girlfriend. Students: That would be beautiful... Sabrina: If I sat at their table, guys would notice me. Students: So beautiful... Ooh... Nino: I'd like them to be nicer. Students: That would be beautiful... Ooh... Lila: I'd like to kidnap a Primary and photograph them naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave them tied up for the rats.

*Cut to the Primaries in the locker room* Marinette: And after we take down that tabloid blog, we-

Mme. Bustier: *She walks in* Ah, Marinette, Nathaniel, and Chloé. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell. You're late for class. Marinette: Oh, yes. It’d be a shame if we were late to a class that had us read fairytales about princes kissing princesses to break spells. Ever heard of Edgar Allen Poe? *Chloé and Nathaniel snicker*

Mme. Bustier: *Sputters* Week's detention!

Adrien: Um, actually, Mme. Bustier, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee *He shows her the fake hall pass* Mme. Bustier: ...I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going. *She leaves* Marinette: *She takes the forged note and examines it* This is an excellent forgery, Agreste. I didn’t know you had it in you. Adrien: Thanks... I crave a boon Marinette: What boon? Adrien: Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If the others think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone... *They laugh* Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes- Nathaniel: How about prescriptions? Chloe: Shut it, Nath. Nathaniel: You shut it. Marinette: ... You know, for a tall, lanky nobody whose father puts him on a strict diet and trims away body fat so you look like a twig in your shitty fashion magazines... You do have good bone structure. Nathaniel: And a symmetrical face. If I took a switchblade down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important. Chloé: Of course, you could stand to gain a few pounds. Marinette: And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Some new clothes, brush his hair out. And we're on our way. Get this boy some blush; And Chloé, I need your brush Let's make him beautiful. Nathaniel: Let's make him beautiful... Chloé: Let's make him beautiful... Marinette: Make him beautiful... Okay? Adrien: Okay! *The next day*

Lila: Out of my way, bitch! Aurore: Why don’t you get bent?! Mireille: Your class will die at 3 pm! Marc/Jean: Don't you dare touch me! Get away, assholes! Alix/Kim: What did we ever do to them? Students: Who could survive this? I can't escape this! I think I'm dying! Juleka: Who's that with Mari? Students: Whoa... Nathan, Chloé, Mari... Aurore/Mireille/Marc: And someone! Students: Nathan, Chloé, Mari... Lila: And a babe! Students: Nathan, Chloé, Mari... Nino: Adrien?! Students: Adrien? Adrien? Adrien?! Adrien: And you know, you know, you know Life can be beautiful You hope, you dream, you pray And you get your way! Ask me how it feels! Lookin' like hell on wheels... My God, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful... And when you're beautiful... It's a beautiful frickin' day! Students: Nathan! Chloé! Mari! Adrien! Nathan! Chloé! Mari! Adrien! Adrien! Adrien! Adrien! Adrien!

#miraculous ladybug #heathers the musical #Heathers #HBBIC au #hbic marinette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Nathaniel Kurtzberg #Chloé Bourgeois #Lila salt #Alya salt

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bastardsunlight · 3 years ago

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WIP snippet meme thing tagged by @avi17

Tagging @daughterofnero and @heamatic

Post a snippet of a thing you're working on

“Earthrealm’s champion is a mighty warrior,” Raiden observes, wrapping a cloth bandage around Shang Tsung’s right hand and wrist with firm care. His glowing eyes are downcast, watching his work, his mind a million miles away. The sorcerer recognizes the distance and reaches out with his as-yet unwrapped hand to tilt the thunderer’s chin upward so their eyes meet, bright and dark. There is still that old thrill of excitement, meeting those strange eyes and Tsung is surprised by his own enthusiasm. This is why I keep him around, he tells himself, as if in a last-ditch effort to maintain control over his emotions. Raiden, as no one else in his life, has been able to step effortlessly past the walls the sorcerer has built to protect himself—his mind and heart, so damaged and broken from a young life in the gutters of an unforgiving city—to lay hands upon the deepest parts of him. He fears this, loathes it, in a way, because it symbolizes his ultimate weakness, the largest gap in his otherwise impenetrable armor. Yet he, ever at war with himself, loves it, deeply and completely, craving the nakedness such intimacy brings.

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“I am also a mighty warrior, old friend,” Shang Tsung reminds Raiden, pressing his lips to the corner of the former deity’s mouth. Raiden does not smile and the gesture is, for once, unable to pull him back from his distraction. The sorcerer begins to wonder if the man has not lived these moments before. They have spoken little of Raiden’s life before it became entangled with that of his chosen champion and for many years, that had been just fine, a mystery which would reveal itself or which Shang Tsung would unwrap with great care and gentleness, as he had unwrapped the man’s habit on that fateful night just after he had secured Earthrealm’s safety for ten generations. He of insatiable greed cannot, naturally, hold back that curiosity for eternity and soon he will enquire after it. For now, he supposes, speculation will do.

“And you are fighting on behalf of your Emperor,” says Raiden sourly, knowing what has to happen, what must be done in order for time to continue its course. He has had many conversations with Lord Liu Kang on this exact subject and even a few with Shang Tsung, who, upon meeting Shao Kahn, took an immediate interest, if not an outright liking to him. “His tactics,” the sorcerer had declared, “are far too brutal for someone so old; one might have learned subtlety by now.” But the subtlety had come from somewhere behind the throne—if Quan-Chi’s brand of mad soul sorcery could be called subtle. In other timelines, Raiden reminds himself, he is insidious; now he is a raving zealot with my father’s head whispering blasphemies to him. But he is still dangerous. By winning the Kahn’s favor in the first tournament, Shang Tsung had ousted Quan-Chi as Shao Kahn’s favorite sorcerer; the great Emperor had even granted Tsung the use of Quan-Chi’s flesh pits, an offer Shang Tsung had graciously accepted out of pure, human curiosity.

It is said—in whispers, mind; no one would speak such a thing aloud—that the Kahn’s lovely daughter, Mileena, had been created here, that she is not his flesh and blood, but a copy of the girl Sindel had borne to Jerrod of Edenia. Shang Tsung’s informants had soon given him even more detail about her creation and the reason behind it. “Evidently,” he had told his divine consort one evening as the breeze became chilly off that weird ocean and they lay together under furs, “that mad fool, Quan-Chi, claimed he had the power of something called an Elder God—that he could reverse death. Sindel’s little Kitana was too far gone, they said, and her mind was in shambles. Clever Quan-Chi used his creation, Mileena, to save the Empress and make himself valuable to the great Kahn. How is that for family melodrama?” The power of the Kahn had been such that no one questioned Mileena’s place at his side and her mother, the queen Sindel, had regrettably gone quite mad and so only wanted a daughter to love and dote upon.

“Yes I am, pet, at your suggestion—or have you forgotten?” Shang Tsung’s grip has not relinquished its hold on Raiden’s chin, but he does not pull away.

“No,” he says quietly, “I have not.” Some things, certain events, must happen in order to keep the sands of time from shifting out of control, Raiden reminds himself. Liu Kang had told him that this is one of those events. The new keeper of time, thankfully, is not so cryptic as Raiden’s own, past self—or doomed future self, as time rolls. On the other hand, he is also not dying.

“Do you regret advising me this way?” Shang Tsung’s hand has slid its way around the back of Raiden’s neck under his hair, which is secured with a simple, but pretty hairpin of gold. The sorcerer’s forehead presses forward and their knees touch as he leans into his lover, drawing strength from their proximity. “It is my right to challenge him, as former champion, and as my island sits between all realms, I can ally myself with whomever I choose, can I not?”

“You can,” breathes Raiden, “and his choice of you as his ally and favored sorcerer has angered Quan-Chi, who now seeks to upset the empire of Outworld.”

Shang Tsung does not speak. This is more than Raiden has ever said about his own machinations. The sorcerer is under no impression that his companion is a true fool or simpleton in any way, but his sincerity often gives that impression, so hearing this side of things thrills him. He would take Raiden right here if his match was not coming up shortly. He may still do so; there can be time for them… there is always time for him.

“Even now, in his fury at the affront to him and therefore to his mad, dark god, he is opening a rift between Outworld and…. Elsewhere.” Raiden’s eyes close and he sighs deeply.

“So his dark god… does exist?” Only now does Shang Tsung interpose his voice, so curious is he about the goings-on of the divine aspects of a world which has known few gods. Raiden sighs, shoulders sagging. He signals for his champion’s other hand and it drops gently and obediently from the back of his neck to his lap. Shang Tsung flexes the other one, testing its strength carefully, drawing away from Raiden to sit up straight and regard him intently.

“Yes,” Raiden says eventually, “he is—a remnant of a… dead timeline.”

Shang Tsung feels his heart beat a little more quickly then. Timelines and worlds apart from his own—what riches and knowledge such a thing must hold. But dead? How can a timeline die? How can a world die? Aside from merging with another, a realm can never cease to exist, can it? He makes a mental note to check his library for any old texts which might hint at such a thing, though he is fairly certain if he possessed such a tome, he would remember it.

“And this rift?”

“Could be disastrous for Outworld, but its opening will ensure the Shokan people never ally with Shao Kahn, forcing him to rely upon the Tarkatan tribes as his foot soldiers. They are mighty and many, but…”

The lack of prince Goro in the next tournament ensures long life for Kung Lao, the soft-spoken, humble choice of Lord Liu Kang. A Tarkatan champion might be a worthy foe, but they, at least, only have two arms apiece. This shifts the sands of time, but not beyond Lord Liu Kang’s ken and control. Shang Tsung still fights for Outworld and Kung Lao still faces him. “And if the Tarkatan are allied to the throne of Outworld, the Osh-Tekk will not be; that is an old feud, and a bloody one.”

“So, my sweet, gentle emissary has a few schemes in him, does he?” Shang Tsung’s voice is a purr as Raiden passively finishes wrapping his hand and wrist.

“A few,” Raiden agrees.

“You are destabilizing an entire realm, o’ exquisite one,” continues the sorcerer. “I admire your ruthlessness.”

Raiden looks up and their eyes meet. Shang Tsung is hungry, his gaze roaming over the thunderer as if the man were utterly naked before him. Raiden knows Kung Lao will win—he must, for the sake of the timeline—and knows he will spare Shang Tsung which, in another life, embitters him and sends him limping foolishly back to a pitiless ruler who punishes his failure. This, Raiden knows, is something Quan-Chi would love to see, though the Netherrealm sorcerer’s mind is currently elsewhere. Shang Tsung is not the only one with informants. This time, however, Shang Tsung will not return to Shao Kahn, as his servitude is a ruse. Still, Raiden worries…

That worry presently evaporates as Shang Tsung’s oh-so-clever hands find his thighs beneath the layers of cloth which conceal them and push them gently apart. He is seated on an ornate bench of dark, carved wood, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and shaped with sensual elegance. It is an ideal place for someone as beautiful as Raiden to be seated—or so Shang Tsung opines. The cushion beneath him is comfortable, the best there is, and it supports him pleasantly as his former student drops to his knees between great, powerful thighs, looking up with glittering, obsidian eyes, asking only the permission of the deity-who-was.

“I would offer more,” Shang Tsung asserts with the weight of years and complete devotion dripping honey over every word, “but…” His eyes dart minutely to the door which will lead out and down to the arena for Final Kombat. His look flashes annoyance, as if the event were a mere inconvenience. Right now, it is, of course, and will be treated as such.

Raiden can feel his pulse rising, core beating hard in his broad chest, and a gentle flush of red-gold crossing fine-boned features. A distant rumble of thunder from an unexpected storm whispers of deep, aching desire, but the sorcerer awaits Raiden’s express permission. Coercion will simply not do.

#WIP #warring exes #asonedoes #aboutraidenmeta

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stardustndice · 4 years ago

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𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒷𝓎 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇

part one of an obi wan kenobi x senator!reader trilogy

summary: You save Obi Wan using the force, both of you are shook. You then strike a deal.

a/n: Surprise bitches it’s two days early!! This was based on this ask from a long-ass time ago and was reeeeally fun to write. There were a a lot of different routes I could’ve taken with the story, but I’m happy with where it went. Hope you guys are, too.

wordcount: 2071 (WHEW)

warnings: mild violence, semblance of a panic attack

taglist: @karasong @kaminobiwan @snips-n-skyguy0501 @captain-skytrash(let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this work, future Obi Wan works, or overall!)

The moment was brief, and yet it changed everything.

Your eyes had begun to burn from staring at the quivering blaster shot. The only sound was the deep reverberations of the force and your heavy, shaking breath. The man whom you’d risked your life for scrambled up, taking out the figure behind the gun before carefully stepping over to you.

He held up his hands in the cautious way one does when approaching a frightened animal. “Senator, you can let go,” he whispered, and it was as if those were the only words holding you together.

Your exhale came out as more of a sob. The blaster shot resumed its path, leaving a scorch mark in the Coruscanti marble floor of your quarters. The only thing keeping you from crumbling into panic was Obi Wan’s hands gripping your upper arms. You thought you felt him soothingly tracing small circles into your shoulder and you shook your head slightly to better focus on the situation at hand.

“Where did they come from, t-the assassin?” you spluttered as Obi Wan approached the body. He knelt by the body and glanced at the window, a look of suspicion painted on his face.

“I don’t recognize him. Must be working on his own, but we can’t be sure. I’ll meet with the council.” he said. A lump was forming in your throat as you chewed your lip, unable to tear your eyes away from the new lifeless decoration on the ground. Footsteps tapped across the marble closer to you. Obi Wan appeared in your tear-blurred vision, brows knit in concern. You had trouble meeting his eyes. You felt ashamed for showing weakness and fear of death in front of such a practiced and skilled warrior. Not only that, but a handsome warrior you’d grown fond of over the past months you’d been on Coruscant.

“Senator?” The world snapped back into your brain. After taking a deep breath into your aching lungs, you met his gaze. “The council will make sure that you’re safe. I will make sure that you’re safe,” he half-whispered. You nodded, staying silent out of the fear that your voice might crack and then the lid would be lifted off your terror.

You didn’t want someone so strong to see you so pathetically weak.

Obi Wan straightened as a few clones entered. “Increase security measures around her room. Don’t miss a corner, window, or ,” he ordered. As the clones exited, Obi Wan trailed behind, but not before sparing you one last reassuring look. A smile managed its way onto your face and you jutted your chin out to show an illusion of bravery. Although, as soon as the pair of doors closed, your knees buckled and you hit the floor harshly.

This was never part of your plan. You’d come from a struggling planet, Nuca, in hopes of providing resources and protection for your people, who had been struggling with invasive Seperatist forces for many moons. It had taken a year for you to gain any kind of respect from many fellow senators simply because you came from a world that wasn’t nearly as gaudy as the rest of them. Homesickness had simmered in you during the first month. Coruscant bore no semblance to Nuca’s tropical forests and low-lying volcanoes dusted with brilliant wildflowers. Instead, you were cornered by far too many shades of beige. You’d tried to grow a few of Nuca’s native plants in your quarters, but the change of climate caused them to wilt and crumble.

You hoped it wasn’t an omen.

Now your world had been thrown off-kilter. The Force was never something you’d concerned yourself with. You’d always believed it was meant for the Jedi and the Sith, a weapon wielded only by a chosen group. Senatorial duties had taken up so much of your day-to-day life that the Force and its influence almost never reached you. The only thing that exposed you to the mysteries of the Force was the Jedi Order. You’d become interested in one of their members recently. More specifically, it was the one that had touched your shoulder and looked at you with borderline-ardent affection just moments earlier.

Obi Wan had strolled onto your path just a few months ago. You’d been on more diplomatic off-world missions recently, which meant you were often flanked by a Jedi, but you definitely weren’t bothered. You weren’t bothered when you were accompanied by Obi Wan, at least. Missions and high-stress visits became less stressful in his presence. His clever humor and sarcasm almost caused a break in your composure numerous times, but you weren’t angry. Upon arriving, you’d usually be nervous, but his calm demeanor helped you take a deep breath and negotiate. His presence helped you find your footing.

Sometimes he would come dangerously close to catching you staring at him. Whether it was talking to a member of the council or standing in a LAAT/i, you couldn’t help but focus on him in all his mystery. He was commanding yet gentle, always making sure that you were comfortable although letting you handle tense conversations. Perhaps that’s what drew you to him: his trust in your abilities to negotiate. It was high, silent praise coming from ‘The Negotiator.’

Your head fell back as you stared wordlessly at the ceiling. There wasn’t time to reminisce, to hide away from your discovery. For now, it would have to be set aside. You had a meeting to get to. Even if an entire squadron of clones had to drag you out for your own safety, you had to at least show up. It was common courtesy.

After a year as a senator in the Galactic Republic, you’d learned to keep your chin up in the winding hallways of the senate building. Despite the blood pounding in your head and the sweat on your palms, the mask of determination on your face remained intact.

Once you entered the sunlit meeting room, the chatter of the other senators fell quiet. You set your jaw and locked eyes with a fellow senator, one whom you held a tremendous amount of respect for: Padmé Amidala.

“Senators, good afternoon. It seems the party has already begun without me. Please, continue,” you said, attempting to ease the tension. You really just wanted to move on from the earlier incident. It seemed that your colleagues didn’t share your eagerness, however.

Padmé uttered your name softly before she stood, giving you a pitying look. “Take the rest of the day. After the attempt on your life, you’re not in the mindset to focus on diplomacy.” She looked around at her fellow senators. “No one would.”

Her resolve nearly angered you. She was one of the strongest people you’d ever met, and somehow it still shocked you when she would stand her ground. “Senator Amidala, I’m perfectly alright. I am uninjured and ready to resume my duties,” you declared, breaking her gaze and sitting in your chair. You made sure to keep your back straight. Any sign of weakness after an assassination attempt would mean an immediate exile to your quarters, likely for the rest of the week.

Luckily, she backed off, lowering into her seat and squaring her shoulders. The room’s tension sank back into nothingness and you exhaled quietly.

As the meeting inched along past the two hour mark, you became lost in your own thoughts. Thoughts of your home ricocheted in your mind until suddenly, the sound of breaking glass lurched you back into the room. Every pair of eyes in the room locked on you as you felt your heart struggling to slip past your ribs. Then you noticed that you were no longer sitting, your hands in fists on the tabletop. You hesitated, though, when you glimpsed confusion in the gazes of your colleagues.

On the far end of the table, one of the newer senators had dropped whatever cocktail glass they were sipping from. You furiously blinked away incoming tears, shaking your head.

It sounded exactly like the window just a few hours ago. You could’ve sworn…

“Excuse me for a moment,” you mumbled, nearly knocking your chair to the floor as you stumbled out of the room. Your ears rang as the hallway blurred in front of your eyes. Someone could help, you knew that. All you needed to do was find that person. That task was becoming more difficult by the second, especially because you had no idea where the person or their quarters were located.

With no clue what your body was reacting to, you swallowed and straightened to the best of your ability. Salvation finally offered you a merciful hand when you turned the corner.

Your favorite Jedi was a ways in front of you, practically gliding down the hallway, and beamed upon spotting you. His pace quickened, however, when his eyes flit over your exhausted frame. At last, it felt like the world gave you permission to let go. You slumped against the wall, deflated.

Obi Wan’s hands on your arms were enough to coax your gaze to his concerned expression. The sound of your name falling from his lips felt like it was worlds away. Something wet on your cheek pulled you partially out of your daze. You were crying. The tear vanished soon after its presence was known, a calloused thumb brushing it away.

Before you knew it, he was leading you through the hallways, a hand on the small of your back. Other figures strolling through the halls stared at the Jedi half-carrying a senator. Once you arrived at your quarters, he helped you sit on a simple chair by your desk with a surprising amount of gentleness. The wood was rough under your fists while he sat beside you.

“You’re safe, no one is going to hurt you here,” Obi Wan whispered. You managed to nod and take another deep breath.

“Someone broke a glass and I thought...it sounded just like-” you babbled. Obi Wan nodded, having put the pieces together. “I hate this,” you mumbled. “I don’t want to feel so weak. It feels like I’m not in control, that my life isn’t in my own hands. And now I find out that I can use the Force. Maker, it has been a long day.” The hand you were dragging down your face was plucked away and grasped by Obi Wan. A blush crept over your cheeks as you peered over at him. He avoided your eyes, focused instead on his hand encasing yours.

“The universe is never going to be safe for people like you,” he said. When you raised a brow and waited for him to elaborate, he sighed and finally locked eyes with you. “You’re trying to make things better for your people. There are always going to be people who want to snuff out the light you’ve brought here, to the Republic.” His soft smile lit what felt like a million candles in your chest.

“I represent Nuca in everything I do, in everything that the public and my colleagues see. I’ve been here for a blink of an eye compared to other senators. If I slip up even once, it could spell disaster. I can’t afford to be seen as a coward, even if I am.” More tears were forming in your eyes. Everything that you’ve worked for was crumbling around you. You could feel your heart start to pound again.

“I don’t see a coward. You’re struggling, yes, but being frightened does not make you a coward,” Obi Wan firmly declared. You smiled at him. It wasn’t faked this time, you truly valued his opinion. He took a shaky breath. “If I taught you how to use the Force...would you think more highly of yourself?”

You blinked. He wanted to teach you? “General Kenobi, I doubt you have time to-”

“Midnight tonight in the training arena at the temple,” he blurted, a grin quickly forming on his bearded face. You couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness. Perhaps he was right. Additionally, you’d get to spend some time with him. You’d come to realize that he was quite easy on the eyes, to say the least.

“Alright,�� you agreed. His boots softly tapped on the marble floor as he traipsed to the exit. He gave you the same smile as he did the last time he left, and slipped out.

#Obi Wan Kenobi x reader #Star Wars x reader #star wars #obi wan #Obi Wan kenobi #fanfiction #Star Wars fanfiction #the clone wars #tcw fanfiction #tcw fanfic #Obi Wan Kenobi fanfiction

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kandyrezi · 5 years ago

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anonymous asked: How would Reficul react to her darling becoming interested in Sin? Or the reverse, Sin becoming interested in her darling? A lovers squabble, the two of them sharing, or something else entirely?

– Yandere!Sin & Yandere!Reficul sharing a darling HCs;

(i deviated from your request a little bit uuu i hope it isn’t too troubling... ; n ; )

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» Sin is likely the one who ends up finding you first, alone and lost someplace you weren’t meant to be, by which, you won’t have much of a choice when she claims you as her own. The garden of Eden is her domain and that’s where she holds you in her possession. The pentagram world is no place for a fragile human such as yourself and the garden is the most optimal place to keep you safely tucked away. Despite the dread of an unfamiliar, barren place void of life aside from non-sapient animals and plants, Sin isn’t cruel towards you – coming to visit often and talking to you in a soft tone of voice, cooing like a motherly pigeon would over its baby squab.

» Reficul and Sin keep no (crucial) secrets from eachother, so the former knows you exist. After a little while, she would become curious about what you look like, she offers to let her wife’s ‘human lover’ (or a mere pet was more likely) inside their mansion.

» Sin doesn’t want for her human to be frightened, but it might do them good to have some company, or at least tell them a little about herself, since they were so keen on wanting to know of the world she inhabits. You’ve been on good behavior as of lately, so she agrees to it.

» You were certainly an interesting little thing Sin had taken a liking towards; you were headstrong and didn’t quiver before Reficul. She hadn’t really come into contact with humans before. She knew they existed, but didn’t have much of an opinion nor interest in them (beyond the jokesters who attempt to summon her from time to time by drawing the symbol of the pentagram on the ground in red paint and lighting candles around the circle. not that she’d ever bothered actually showing up, but she’s tempted to just to give them a bit of a fright).

» After spending several weeks inside the mansion with only one way to see how it looked like on the outside as tree branches hit against the window of your room due to never-ending atrocious wind and rain, the backyard was surrounded by tall metal gates. You were beginning to grow a little antsy; if you wanted to escape at all, you needed to know more about the world you were trapped in.

» You put on your best performance and politely approach Reficul one day to inquire if you can accompany her on her stroll to examine if everything is in order – anything to get away from the ‘naga wife’s’ constant overbearing doting on you. Reficul thinks it over, then looks to Sin with a silent glance, as if to ask for permission, to which the serpent nods.

» “Of course, but keep them safe for me.” she tells Reficul, “I have a bit of business to attend to with an otherworldly visitor anyhow.”

“An otherworldly visitor? Something of importance?”

“You could say that. Just going to have a bit of chat with her from where we left off yesterday.”

» Sin bids both of her lovers goodbye as they leave the mansion. Before you can take in your surroundings more clearly, Reficul snaps a collar with a tag around your neck that reads, ‘if lost, return to Reficul’ attached to a leash.

» “Can’t have a helpless little thing such as yourself running into any possible dangers. Darling wife would most certainly be upset with me if I didn’t bring her pet back in one piece.” she tells you, yanking along the leash, silently urging you to get a move on, and you compliantly do so.

» It was still drizzling slightly even after it’d rained heavily nonstop, the demon queen brought an umbrella with her to hold it over her head with one of her shadow hands sprouting from her wings. You tried to huddle a little closer underneath to shield yourself from the rain as well, but her steely gaze on you once you accidentally bumped your shoulder against her arm made you halt and keep a respectful distance.

» As you pass by several buildings through the streets reminiscent of Romanesque architecture, you would use the opportunity to timidly ask questions about the world’s history, its inhabitants, precise location, so on and so forth. Some to which Reficul graciously gives answers to at first, though she quickly becomes bored and opts to ignore you instead.

» You were certainly given a few funny and some… rather ravenous looks from some of the demons (the pink-haired girl with spider legs eyeing you making a shiver run down your spine), but you didn’t feel afraid when the devil herself - ironically enough - was at your side.

» “I would certainly pity a creature like you should you somehow have accidentally stumbled in here all on your own. The lot here can be quite a vicious, mean bunch to anyone they deem easy targets; you might as well have a dartboard glued to your forehead.” she tells you, and you can tell she isn’t the type to sugarcoat her words.

» You stand by Reficul’s side as she converses with some of the residents about potential interlopers and how they had already caught two of them. You didn’t pay much attention as you tried to look through the stained glass window of a town hall.

» It goes on a little longer than expected, but eventually Reficul’s dragging you to where you were staying before. Sin hasn’t yet returned once you’re back at the castle and the devil orders you to sit on the sofa and not move an inch until then.

» Hours must have passed by then, you feel yourself beginning to nod off, until you feel fingers gently combing through your hair. Startled, you look behind you to see the serpent had slithered her way over to you without a sound. Her hands are covered in something red, with a few spots at the base of her lower serpent half and there are white feathers stuck at the tips of her hair. Her sclera is fully crimson-colored alongside her irises, yet she’s smiling sweetly as ever, unbothered by the mess covering her, opting to instead ask how you’re liking it here so far.

» It would definitely take longer for Reficul to take interest in someone, years even. You would need characteristics or skills that would impress her in some way – your strong will and perceptiveness to the devil’s own character without coming off as nosy or intrusive might be a good starting point. She thinks you would look cute sitting on her lap as decorative pet while she herself sits on the throne, redirecting all denizens coming to her with a problem over to Lzet. Sin might’ve been correct in her assumption of you being unfit for this world, but the serpent was insistent on not allowing you back to your original world either, almost to a possessive extend. She would end up telling Sin how much you interest her and wouldn’t mind getting to know something – someone rather unconventional.

» Sin would never otherwise share her precious human lover with anyone, but she knows her wife would take good care of her human. Although not the kind of care Sin enlisted. Reficul’s means of showing care were more along the lines of ‘tough love’ kind of concern, where she controls your every movement.

» It’s unlikely the two of them would squabble over sharing a lover, when a solution can easily be reached through compromise. They have always worked as a team and supported eachother through thick and thin. Even if you favor spending time with one of them over the other, the ‘left out’ party still treats you with gentility in hopes you’ll have an equal amount of love to share in the future. How can you not, when the two most powerful creatures in the pentagram world worship you like you’re one of them?

» If you are on good behavior, then Reficul is always content spending time with her lovers and strolling the various worlds. You’ll still have to wear the collar, but she’ll rid of the leash if you promise not to wander off too far out of her or Sin’s line of sight.

» The demon world is so different from the human one and as much as you despise being trapped here, you relish when they bring you along for sightseeing. Your favorite ones so far have been the Star Isle and the Rainbow Isle in the great sea world.

» Mors doesn’t think much of you – so you don’t have to worry too much about him bullying you as he only sees you as the family pet. Though you should probably avoid being too affectionate with either of his parents when he’s nearby. He already has his hands full with one other certain buzzing homewrecker.

» Reficul will teach you basic skills in self-defense and grants you a weapon you can handle, so she won’t need to hover over you all the time, although she’s already made it abundantly clear by marking you so everyone will know the devil’s wrath will befall on them should they harm you in any way.

» If the constant reminder keeps dawning on you and weighing you down about basically being kidnapped and held in confinement far away from your homeland keeps nagging you at the back of your head – it’s nothing Sin can’t fix. Maybe make you ‘hallucinate’ that you no longer have a place to even call home other than with her and Reficul in the castle, manipulate your mind in such a way you’ll be convinced there is no one waiting for you out there.

» Should you misbehave or act out, Sin uses it as an excuse to to dish out the appropriate punishment. Maybe a little similar to Reficul in terms of isolation. The serpent will tie you down with vines in the garden in a little time out, where she leaves you with plenty of fruits to eat when she’s gone. Fruits containing hallucinogenics unbeknownst to you – faces of your relatives and friends back home telling you how glad they are you’re finally gone, insulting you and calling you all sorts of derogatory names.

» Once you’re forgiven of your mishaps, Sin takes you back to the castle. Reficul is the one who notices your reddened eyes and blotchy cheeks and asks, “Have you been crying, little one?” a small nod from you, then “Oh, and why is that?” You don’t notice from the corner of your eye how Sin has been smiling the entire time through your explanation, but Reficul certainly has, but whether or not she knows anything, chooses not to comment on it for the time being.

» Sin tells her wife you already unknowingly accepted the apple from her from the very beginning the first night you found yourself in her garden, the forbidden fruit which will grant you immortality, neither of them will no longer have to fear you withering away from old age.

» Time will tell if you’ll end up being grateful for this blessing (or curse) you’ve been granted.

» Now you were even more trapped than ever before. When one of them would be too busy to keep an eye on you, then the other would take over.

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(if you want me to make another version of this with darling being reficul’s s/o first with sin becoming apart of the relationship, feel free to shoot me another request.)

#mogeko #funamusea #yandere x reader #reficul (mogeko)#sin (mogeko)#tgg #okegom #deep-sea prisoner #dsp #the gray garden #refisin #reficul #sin #yandere #female yandere #ficlets

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maidenxfmight · 4 years ago

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penny for your thoughts

Tagging: @jeangrcysummers & Kara When: The day the siege started Where: Central Park (it all happens in Central Park) What: Jean tries to understand why Kara has changed. Warnings: Blood mention, death mention Word Count: 4,231

JEAN: Something was wrong. Something was wrong far beyond the general anxious gnawing Jean had at her gut since the United Nations meeting gone wrong, since Mystique dropped that man to the ground and Jean was left wondering what kind of army she’d signed up to, what price she would pay for achieving freedom for her people -- that was if this plan of Erik’s actually worked. If they got to the end of this and still had nothing to show for it, what would Jean do then? What would the next step be?

The future had never seemed so uncertain, and Jean was the woman who had died more times than most of the students could keep track of.

In the midst of the chaos of her life, there had always been lynchpins, points of contact, anchors that she could come back to. Scott. Rogue. Illyana. Erik, when he returned. Charles. Kara. Kara Danvers, who looked her straight in the eye and said that the Phoenix, what it made her do, changed absolutely nothing about their friendship. Kara who provided a home, right from their first meeting. Kara, who made Jean feel like she was alive again, instead of masquerading in the place of a ghost.

Kara, whose aura she could pick up on, even dimly, across cities, countries, continents. Kara, who Jean knew like the back of her hand.

Kara, who had changed. It was a dangerous move, to return to the Institute and use Cerebro to search for her. It was putting people at risk, it was opening up the shield to potential Sentinels, it was stupid by all tactical considerations -- but love made people stupid. And Kara was someone Jean loved, someone she considered family.

As it turned out, she could’ve just looked at the news.

Central Park. It couldn’t be anywhere but Central Park.

(Bullets flying, blood staining the grass, that sound of a disembodied scream that turned out to be her own, an Enforcer falling to the ground and then disintegrating into dust.)

Jean swallowed all of that back, landing lightly on the grass.

“Supergirl,” Jean called out, allowing the name to reverberate through psychic channels, too -- but she couldn’t get through. Kara’s natural immunity seemed to have been bolstered, shifted in the past few days. “It’s Jean. Can you hear me?”

KARA: Somewhere overhead, a helicopter beat a sharp staccato against the mid-afternoon sky. Kara could hear each blade as it spun, the heavy, rapid breaths of the news crew in the cabin. Their lens made a soft scrape as the cameramen spun to zoom. Their hearts beat too fast: scared.

She was a reporter, she knew what message was being broadcast to the world. Another superhero out of control, more collateral damage, more reason to control them. Her fingers curled into her palm, her head tilted to the helicopter as it circled above her. At one point, she may have written a story about how they misunderstood, but now...

She was tired of trying to convince them. They didn't care that she was a refugee, that she liked chocolate pecan pie, and she considered herself a Gryffinpuff. They didn't care that Gabbie just wanted people to look at her like she wasn't something to fear, or Peter had a right to his identity. They didn't care that Scott died in love not too far from where Kara stood, and Jean only ever wanted to love him back.

They didn't care. They only cared about what they could do. And in that moment Kara could do so much. She thought about wrapping her hands around the landing skids and dragging it back to Earth. They metal would give so easily. She could...

Jean's voice broke through, more than just aloud. Something prodded at the edge of her consciousness and her thoughts derailed. Her gaze dropped, squinting to find Jean landing on the grass just through the trees, and she smiled. She caught, just for a moment. No one had approached her since Alex the night before, and there was Jean. Of course there was Jean.

(A part of her screamed, if anyone would understand what was happening, how her mouth formed words she didn't want, how her hands had pulled apart struts even as she fought so hard not to–)

She was in front of her in a moment, "This is awfully public of you. Are you here to try to talk some sense into me, or is this just a check in?"

JEAN: Everything was supposed to be coming together. The rest of the city was living life on a knife’s edge, never entirely sure of where the next chess piece would move, but Jean was on the inside of this one -- she knew where she needed to go, knew what needed to happen, knew that the outcome would be the same even if they were forced to improvise on the finer details for part of the way. This was supposed to be, at least for her, the wind down. It was supposed to be where everything slotted into place, where the gnawing anxiety that had been building in her chest since Central Park started to wane.

Instead, it felt like everything was falling apart.

The first person she thought of when this happened, naturally, was Kara. Kara, who maintained something of a distance from her life in the Institute, who represented someone outside of mutantkind who looked at Jean and saw all of her and accepted her anyway. Kara, who was her friend, her sister, her family.

She didn’t realize until she investigated further that those bridges falling weren’t the work of the Brotherhood, or the defected X-Men. She mentioned it, albeit briefly, to Scott, who knew nothing -- enough of a warning bell that she knew asking Erik would give her nothing but more questions. So she investigated for herself.

And now she was standing face to face with Kara, and her voice didn’t sound like Kara. It didn’t feel like Kara. This force pressing back on Jean’s psychic push, the natural Kryptonian immunity seemingly bolstered by something that wanted her out, that wasn’t normal. Jean never looked deeper into her friend’s mind than she was asked to -- but the option was there. The option was there because they trusted each other. Jean hoped that would stand by her now.

“The latter,” Jean replied, “unless you feel like you need some sense. I’m not entirely sure I’m the right person to give it.” After all, what had she done for the past few weeks that indicated she was good at thinking things through? Every action Jean took only seemed to lead to more problems, or encourage those around her to take a situation and make it worse. “What are you doing, Kara?”

KARA: There was something nagging on the edge of her mind, and she knew it was Jean. It was different than the fight she'd been waging with herself for days. It was different than Alex and her gun, or Lar and his papers and that look. It was something she didn't feel very often, not even with Jean, who respected her boundaries better than most.

It meant Jean didn't know, and oh, that was interesting. Maybe Erik did have something he couldn't stand to lose.

"I'm–" Failing, somehow. Thoughts slipping one over the other, unable to grasp more than the ones that hurt. And Jean was right there, pressing in. Somewhere Kara screamed; she could imagine Jean pressing each bad thought down, one by one. Untangling the web so she could just think, just for a moment. She could apologize, or run, or fling herself into space until she didn't feel as much like tearing the whole world down to make a new one. But red outlined her veins and the screaming was smothered.

"I'm remodeling." She spun with a grin, squinting at the buildings around her until New York was nothing but skeletons. The bridges in the distance were warped steel and iron, and smoke rose steadily from various incidents throughout the city. She settled on one building, seventy-stories high, the inside wrecked. "I think L-Corp is a bit of an eyesore, don't you?"

Erik had cautioned her to wait, and her mind easily wavered from Lena. Jean had been at the United Nations. Jean had been on the news, she didn't flinch. Kara wondered if she was following orders, or if she believed just as passionately as Erik. Or if, like Kara, their goals would only run parallel for so long.

"I'm doing just fine, Jean. Having the time of my life, actually. Don't you have better things to do?"

JEAN: She didn’t enter minds without permission. She did, once, a long time ago -- she was a child without a notion of how to control these new abilities, and everyone’s thoughts blurring into hers. Sometimes they were like bulls in a china shop, tearing through her memories, their psyches confoundingly present. Other times, it was far more sinister. Their ideas, their concepts, slid into Jean’s thoughts and wrapped around her own mind. They made her feel as if they were hers, and before long, she didn’t know what was really Jean Grey and what was something else.

Maybe that’s why she was the ideal host for the Phoenix in the first place. Maybe that’s why days and nights disappeared into darkness, why she woke up in the morning and knew, instinctively, that she had been somewhere, done something, that she couldn’t pinpoint. Jean knew what it was like to be in the backseat of her own body, screaming that they were headed for a cliff, powerless to stop it.

She didn’t know why she was thinking of that now. She didn’t know why Kara -- her friend, her sister, bridesmaid at her wedding and co-parent to her cat -- would be pushing back this ferociously now, why her voice would be sharp where it had once been warm, but jumping immediately to something like that…

It was paranoia, from watching Erik. Paranoia, from seeing how Scott was growing more and more obsessed with plans, staying awake late into the night, seeming almost startled when she passed him a cup of coffee. Paranoia from seeing herself.

But this wasn’t Kara. Jean pushed just a little more as she stepped forward -- and pain rippled through her own temple. Resistance. Strong resistance. Kryptonian level resistance if Kara was really trying to keep her out.

“What kind of remodeling?” Jean asked, keeping her voice casual, as if she was asking her friend for a Starbucks order. “You know I’m not great with interior design, but maybe you can let me in on it.” She followed Kara’s gaze towards the skyline, still keeping her form in the periphery of her vision, and saw the familiar logo. “Well,” Jean said, thinking back to Erik’s rage about Lena Luthor, about the Sentinels, about what she had said on the matter -- that the woman deserved what she got.

Jean wasn’t so sure about that, now.

“I can think of worse places,” Jean commented. “Luthor … you’ve spent time with her before, right?” Supergirl always seemed to be there when Luthor needed help. Jean wasn’t going to act like that was a coincidence. Kara turned back to her, and Jean sucked in a breath. It was uncharacteristic, a bit like a slap in the face, but she could take it.

She could take it now she knew what she was dealing with.

“You’re not yourself, Kara,” she said, simply and firmly. Her voice softened as she continued. “I know what it feels like, to be … to be angry. Believe me, I know. But I can help you. I can help this all go away, you just need to let me in.”

KARA: "On Krypton, we didn't have all of these blocks. Our buildings curved." She could almost see it, tracing the bend of her family home with a finger. Her voice was almost gentle for the first time in days, and her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She didn't want to see it anymore. She was so tired of painting Krypton in shades of red and orange, of covering her canvasses and hiding them in corners because Rao forbid someone were to walk in. Someone who didn't know. Someone who didn't agree.

The sky was blue, and the buildings were blocks, and Kara was still the last one who cared.

"I could see all of them from my bedroom window, all the pods, the lights." She paused, her hand dropping to her side. For a moment, her veins glowed red, her hands clenching into fists. "We also didn't hate each other just for being who we are."

She caught again on L-Corp tower. There was so much about this world she'd grown to love. It was amazing how so much of it could be erased in moments. Just one word, built upon one too many missteps. She didn't want to remodel. She wanted to tear it all down. She wanted to dig her fingers into steel until it warped and tore. Again and again until the world broke or she did.

Jean might know what it meant to be angry, but their anger came from different places. It aligned at times, of course. They both lived in a world that punished anyone who dared to be normal. They both knew what it was like to hide. They both hurt in ways that couldn't be described or quantified, it just was. Jean was born into a world that had already decided she shouldn't be there.

Kara could still remember a world that had loved her, and she lost it. And she never had a choice.

She never had a choice.

"I'm more me than I've ever been." She looked to Jean again, eyes traced in glowing red. One hand lifted to rub at the slight prick at her temple, taking a step closer. "I'm finally helping myself. I'm– stay out I don't need you, Jean."

JEAN: Jean couldn’t read her friend’s mind, couldn’t get past the invisible wall that she’d formed between them, and she’d always promised herself that when someone said no she would listen. When a friend looked her dead in the eye and said get out, she would. Telepaths had an even greater responsibility than most mutants, she knew that — and she also knew that right now, she had a responsibility to her friend, to her fall, to the city, to bend some of those rules without breaking them.

“It sounds beautiful,” Jean replied, voice thick. “Maybe you can show me those memories, sometime. I would love to see it.” Life had been so hectic since their respective secrets came out. Jean learned Kara’s identity in a hospital room when they were uncertain if Alex would even wake up. Kara learned about the Phoenix over orange juice only a few weeks before the world fell apart. They knew each other, but they hadn’t had time to talk about it, not really.

Jean knew that look in Kara’s eyes. She’d seen it reflected in the mirror a million times — and she’d seen it in the faces of her husband and mentor in the past months since Central Park, too.

Was it the bird? For a brief second Jean reached to her, but the flames didn’t lick against her skin. There was energy here, palpable and unnatural, but not cosmic fire.

“Okay,” Jean said, taking a step back, hands up as she moved. “You’re doing what you feel is right. Why don’t you tell me what that is, Kara? We can fix this, together. We can fix all of it.” Jean sucked in a breath, letting the silence sit between them for only one tense moment. “Burning the world down,” she started, “will not bring you peace.”

KARA: "Then what is supposed to bring me peace?" Kara took a step forward, brows drawn together, hands restless at her sides. "Putting on a pair of glasses, pretending to be human? Making myself less every day because if I don't someone somewhere will punish my family for it?"

Kara thought of Krypton. She thought of curved spires and the markets at street level. She thought of Rao's prayers, and how her family would recite them every night. And she felt peace, then. With her mother's soft voice guiding her through words born into her she was home. Soft and warm under Rao's light. She hadn't fully realized how much she'd missed it until Reign, and then Lar came into her life. It was something lost among the stars; she'd shifted and changed so much she'd nearly forgotten it was a part of her.

And truly, it was lost. Her family had turned there backs the moment she'd spoken Magneto's name. Lar's heartbeat had faded not long after she'd shoved his proposal against his chest. Alex held a gun to her chest. There was only Kara, and her memories, and a world that insisted it didn't want her. It didn't want her prayers, or her history, or her culture. It stole the word 'alien' and morphed it into 'roach' and wrote it on protest signs to wave in Central Park. If she was going to find peace, she was going to have to make it.

"Besides," she pulled in a breath, steady, letting her hands unclench, "Isn't that what you're doing? Searching for peace in war?"

JEAN: It had always been different for Jean. She could pass, where other mutants within the Institute were forced to be recognize for what they were, outed by their appearance or abilities that couldn’t be hidden behind measures of control. When Kara tales about a pair of glasses, about blending into human life, about denying her true self so she could live in peace, Jean understood that — but that didn’t mean she could let her friend keep going.

“I know what it’s like, keeping yourself under control. Every single day, you ... you can’t even breathe in case you take down a building with you, in case you brush a little too close to someone and ruin their life. I get that. But Kara, lashing out won’t get you anywhere. It only ends badly.” Jean had died before, when she leaned into that fear, into her anger. She had burned up on the lawn and she came back, only by the grace of an entity she still couldn’t completely figure out the intentions of. “You’re right. I am fighting a war. But I’m not doing it alone.”

Jean took a small step forward, hand up. “You are so powerful,” she said, “but your true strength always comes from the people who love you. You taught me that, more than anyone. If you want to fight, you can fight with us. We are making a world better for everyone who is different. We are forcing them to give us a place to rest. You can help with that. Don’t let the pain force you into doing this alone.”

KARA: I'm not doing it alone.

Kara's apartment had a revolving door, and it wasn't because it was a particularly nice apartment, or a convenient location. It was average, and out of the way. No, it was because for so long, Kara had loved everyone she could, everyone who needed it. She'd fostered a home and called her friends family. El Mayarah meant stronger together, it meant hope, and it was one of the few things she could take from Krypton and embody entirely. She'd crawled out of a pod and watched Kal fly away, and decided she wasn't going to let anyone ever feel unloved or unwanted.

For a moment, Kara caught. Jean had a family and a purpose. She had Scott, and Erik so obviously loved her. They were fighting for their family, for the people they loved, so they may live in a space safe for them. Late nights with tea and a purring super cat said Kara was a part of that family. But–

"I asked my family." Kon told her to get out, Alex held a gun to her chest. Kal was only ever a cape on a television screen, there only when it best suited him, and gone before she could ask him to stay. Donna was off putting the pieces she'd left behind back together, and hadn't truly talked to her in so long Kara wondered how they'd let so many miles grow between them.

She couldn't hear Lar's heartbeat anymore.

She wanted her family. Stronger together, she thought. She wanted them to understand her anger just as well as they understood her hope. She wanted to tell them about Krypton, to see the same vision for the future she did. She wanted curved spires and marketplaces that smelled of food Earth couldn't even dream of. She wanted her dad and his lab, her mom's arms around her. She wanted, she wanted all these things she could never have, and it hurt.

It hurt until she couldn't hold it anymore, and when she broke she was answered with guns and lit eyes and 'not like this, Kara.' "I asked my family, and they said no. Why don't you tell them we're supposed to be stronger together." Kara pulled in a breath, fingers flexing at her sides. "What was your goal here, Jean? Stand here and tell me I'm loved, and it'll all be okay? We'll figure this out together? It's not enough." She took a few steps back, shaking her head. Something tugged at her, something that said Jean had understood better than anyone else. Jean actually said things that mattered.

Jean had sat across from her and talked of anger, and how hard it could be to control. She wasn't just reaching a hand out because she wanted Kara to stop, she was reaching a hand out as someone who could see her, honestly see her. And Kara rallied, she tried so hard. Let her in, let her in, but her thoughts tumbled away. "Unless you have something more productive than 'love bonds us all,' I think we're done here."

JEAN: Jean was a scientist. She was a soldier. She’d been a part of the X-Men since before she was anything else, and that meant logic and pragmatism needed to be at the forefront of everyday life. In the Institute, they put a target on their own backs in order to prove to the world that mutants were there to protect themselves, yes, but also humanity — to prove that they weren’t there to propel evolution forward, or to wipe out other races in an attempt to save their own.

That meant that her heart should never outweigh her head, but it did, constantly and consistently. Jean acted on her gut far more than she did on tactical expertise or reading the terrain. She fought on her own terms, allowed the auras of the people around her to guide her actions. It was only when she took that feeling out of it that things started going wrong. When she looked at the logic of a situation, like the decades and centuries of mutant suppression and discrimination, and figured that nothing would change in her lifetime, in any of their lifetimes, that they were doomed to live half an existence for as long as they were allowed before dying a premature death. When Jean allowed herself to see only in facts, hope diminished, and people got hurt.

People were getting hurt now. That was never Kara’s intention. It wasn’t just a smiling girl in a karaoke bar that drew Jean to Kara — she knew that the second the truth came out in the hospital, and then over the island counter in her kitchen. They were more alike than they ever thought. “I can do that. We can work it out, together. You could come with me, and we could talk to them.” There was nothing that couldn’t be solved if they worked together. (Was that hypocritical to say when Jean’s family reunion turned into a civil war in New York? When what they accomplished together was only more bloodshed, albeit with good intentions?) “Your family love you, Kara. You’ve formed something here that people can only dream of. I know what you’re going through, but we are never better alone.”

There was a moment, just a split second where Jean stepped forward and Kara didn’t increase the distance between them, a brief instant where she saw something shift in her friend’s eyes. She reached for her hand, and then Kara was gone, in a burst of speed she’d never seen before, not this close.

We could follow her, a voice whispered. Jean would. She needed to. Kara was her friend, her sister, the woman she wanted by her side on the best day of her life and every day before and since. We could follow her, but you don’t want to do that.

The wind picked up, blowing through the park. The grass shifted, and Jean was back in that moment, blood soaking into the dirt.

We have other battles to fight, it said, and you need to save your strength.

It was right. (It was always right.)

It was time to pay Erik a visit.

#ff: jeangrcysummers #ff: penny for your thoughts #ref: red!k

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writersrealmbts · 5 years ago

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Painted Crown: Part 3

Description: You have faithfully served the royal family for years. But as reality sets in, Jungkook, a prince from a neighboring kingdom, offers you something you had never dreamed of having.

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 08/26/2019

Tags: Jungkook x reader, Prince!Jungkook, Prince!Taehyung, Prince!Hoseok

?: 1,963 words

A/N: Third part! I have a total of 71 words for the next part, so I’m going to be buckling down here. I just got distracted watching Hwarang again, plus we got a puppy on Saturday and then had to give it back because our dog reacted to it in a really unusual way. So. Yeah. It’s been a rough weekend.

You quickly guided him another way, seeing Taehyung with the visiting princess. “Apologies, sir, I did not wish to run into—” “Taehyung,” He finished the thought. “I saw. I was about to suggest diverging, myself.” You fixed your gaze on the flowers in bloom. “There is already talk of them getting engaged. A long engagement, as it must be to allow for their parents to work out the details of their wedding, but still.” “They are very much in love, even if he does look to you still.” “I have ways of avoiding his majesty’s presence.” “I can take you away from him so you would never have to be in pain again, and he will no longer be distracted by you. He will do as his country needs,” He said, softly. You looked at him in the corner of your eye. “I would give you time to think about it, but we leave for my country on the morrow.” “Then I should wonder at you courting me at all,” You answered, looking away momentarily. You had enjoyed every moment spent with him, truly, but you weren’t certain you could go with him. “I am, for all intents and purposes, asking you to marry me. You would leave with us tomorrow, and we would wed in my kingdom.” He was almost pleading, but not quite. “I can make you comfortable for the rest of your life.” “There is no assurance you can give me that we would ever wed, nor insurance that our union would be welcomed. There would be no point.” You turned away slightly, surveying the ballroom. “My dowry would be inconsequential to a prince. Should you not marry in a way that benefits your kingdom?” “In marrying you, I would do the kingdom more good than if I were to marry some foreign princess who has never so much as lifted a finger for herself, let alone others. I know we haven’t had suffiecient time to court one another, I know that you do not feel for me as I do you. But I know that as my wife, you and I could help my kingdom in so many ways. I know that comfort is of little meaning to you, so I also offer adventure. I would only ask you to leave my side if the danger to you was greater than what I thought I could defend you from. I often travel throughout my country to help deal with problems, and you could travel by my side.” Your breath was caught in your chest, and you could see the gravity of his demeanor from the corner of your eye. Taehyung was all smiles with her, and you could see that he was in love with her. It was the same look he had when he was with his dogs, or a good tall tale. The same look he had when talking about art, or painting. His only hesitance was you. The kingdom needed a royal wedding. He needed to marry the princess. And you… Prince Jungkook took your hand, placing his ring in your palm. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, facade completely destroyed by this gesture. “There, now you hold my power in the palm of your hand. My authority.” He was grinning, of all things. Like it was a challenge. Only, you were the prize he was aiming for. Very flattering. You looked down at his signet ring. Your father wouldn’t dare to disapprove, your mother would be overjoyed, were she alive. You’d have to take leave of the royal family, those you had served faithfully for so many years, however you knew that only Taehyung and his sister would truly care. “Well?” You closed your hand around it, and dropped a curtsy. “I would be honored, my prince.” “Truly?” He sounded surprised and excited. You peeked up at him and couldn’t help but smile as well. “I will make sure you never doubt your decision,” He told you eagerly, taking your unoccupied hand into his own and holding it as if it was delicate and precious. You felt your heart melt a little at the expression on his face, the way he looked at you, everything. “I will aim to please, sir.” “Jungkook,” He corrected gently. You bit your lip, then nodded slowly. “Jungkook.” “Y/n,” He said as he gently touched your cheek. “There will be much to prepare. You should pack. May I see you home, that I might ask your father’s permission?” You dipped your head. “We live in the castle, Pr—” His lips met yours ever so briefly, but so sweetly. You looked up at him, slightly dazed and surprised. “I told you, call me Jungkook,” He admonished sweetly. “Yes, Jungkook,” You whispered. He grinned at you. “You live in the castle?” “My father fell ill some years back, ever since we’ve lived in the castle so that the physician can watch his health. Since I’m one of the Princess’s ladies in waiting, it benefits us both if I am located in the castle,” You explained, taking the arm he offered you. “Our lands are far enough away that it was inconvenient for the physician.” He nodded slowly. “I see. Would he be willing to have company?” “I am certain he will.” “Your father, would he wish to…” “My father has little tolerance for travel, and is loyal adviser to the king. He will likely only attend the wedding and visit every now and then when he feels up to it. It will pain him having me so great a distance away, but he will be happy for both of us.” Jungkook nodded, resting his free hand over the hand you had on his arm. “Do you think he would be willing to part with you?” “If he believes I will be content.” “Do you believe you will be content?” You thought for a moment, looking up at him as you walked. “I think…I hope I will be.” Honestly, the prospects for marriage weren’t good for you. It was unlikely that you marry for love, but if your impression of him was a good indication, you could see how you could quickly fall for him. Indeed, you had already begun. His kindness, and his enthusiasm, the way he handled you so delicately as if you were a precious thing to be cherished; all were alluring in their own way. But most of all, you trusted him. He was so sincere and open, that it was hard not to. And every story and piece of gossip painted him as a bright, caring prince, who worked hard to ensure that his father’s country thrived. He toured the many cities to ensure they were all stable and safe, review the garrisons, check the buildings to ensure they were warm for winter, and he and his brother had personally seen to one of the old manor’s conversion into a home for children. “Jungkook! There you are. And my lady y/n, a pleasure.” Hoseok grinned as he dipped his head to you. “How are the gardens today?” “Rather romantic, it would appear, Prince Hoseok,” You replied. “You’d best not enter with a lady, lest you be trapped with her forever.” “If I should be so fortunate as to be trapped with a lady such as yourself, I would consider myself exceedingly fortunate, but it appears my brother has earned that privilege.” “Hyung, we’re on our way to meet her father.” Hoseok’s grin, if possible, got even broader. “Father will be pleased. You will travel back with us, y/n?” You nodded. “Unless my father does the unthinkable and refuses. Even then, I cannot stay here.” “You will make a fine princess, y/n,” He said with a bow. “I will let you both be on your way. I’ll make sure Yoongi prepares for you to join us on our return journey.” “Thank you, my lord.” He bowed again as you curtsied and walked off with a bounce in his step. “It is somewhat unorthodox for the younger to be married before the elder,” You pointed out to Jungkook. He shrugged. “My father wishes him to marry the princess of another kingdom we are in good relations with. Hoseok is not quite ready for that, so it has been put off for now.” “But he has no qualms regarding you and marrying a mere lady of the court?” “Our country is strong, as you already know. One strategic marriage is enough for our country. In a test of will, I outlast my father every time, but he already said having a happy marriage will be better for our country than a second strategic marriage which could cause conflict with our current allies. Our people have worried that we are unhappy. They fear it could lead to instability, which ultimately affects their lives.” He guided you indoors, facing you and tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “My brother was correct. You will make an excellent princess.” You studied his face. “Will I travel with you?” “If you wish to. I will never ask you to part from me, but I would wish that you stay away from the most dangerous of situations.” “I think that sounds like a fair compromise,” You said, looking down with a smile. “But maybe I shouldn’t be a princess.” “You will be my wife, which makes you a princess. You know how a princess behaves. You’ll do well. I know you will. And we can collect ingredients for paints while we travel,” He suggested, brightening up visibly. You grinned. “That could be very fun.” “And maybe I could paint you?” He asked, looking at you with such innocence that it was nigh on irresistible. “Perhaps you may. We would be seeing quite a lot of each other. Nothing quite so modern, though, imagine if someone were to see it.” He chuckled softly. “That would be quite the scandal.” “Don’t laugh, I’m perfectly serious,” You scolded lightly, smiling and laughing a little with him. “Y/n!” You flinched and then dropped a curtsy at the severe tone of the young princess. “Princess, my apologies, I did not see you there.” She gave you a pouty look. “It is Monday, we ride on Monday but you were not there! I had to go with my brother and his…whatever she is.” “The princess your brother is courting may very well be your future sister, try to have patience. I apologize for not riding out with you this morning, something else came up that prevented my enjoying your company. Perhaps we could go riding in the morn?” She grinned, her smile similar to her brothers, yet cute in it’s one way. “Really?” “I would not have said if I could not follow through, my lady. If you could pardon us for now, though, we must go speak to my father.” She nodded, taking on a regal air. “Yes, you are dismissed. Give Lord Henley my regards.” You gave a sharp nod of approval, making her eyes sparkle with delight as she flounced off happily. “I see. They made you her lady in waiting to teach her how to properly conduct herself.” “I’ll have to tell her I’m leaving,” You murmured, looking after her sadly. “And make arrangements for another companion for her.” “Sorry,” He said softly. “No, it would happen eventually,” You replied, taking his arm once more, and looking up at him. “This lighting is very good for you.” He smiled. You stopped him in front of a door. “Ready?” “To make you my wife? Yes.” His shoulders seemed to get broader, and his whole posture screamed ‘Royalty’. You impulsively kissed his cheek, then entered the sitting room. “Father?”

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Part 2 ~ Part 4

Masterlist ~ Jungkook Masterpost

#painted crown fic #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #prince!jungkook #royalty au #bts #bts fic

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shieldedsouls · 5 years ago

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this largely covers information in terms of thor learning of and dealing with loki’s mortality. mostly this has to do with thor’s perception of their relationship, but touches on his relationship with frigga as well as her assumed death.

tw for: death, death mention, faked death, anger issues

please message in private if i missed something or you need an extra tag !!

aside from a couple of groups such as the asgardians and olympians, there really aren’t any immortals within the nine realms

jotunns are part of the mortal stock, and i’ll get back to this in the next segment

thor and loki are raised believing they are of the same blood, that they are siblings in every way and they therefore both have eternity to see through together

while it does not go unnoticed that loki sort of ages and grows differently, no one in their group thought much of it beyond general teasing

it DID make thor more protective of his sibling than he might have otherwise been, which really pulls together on how much he still cares in the future after things go wrong

even when he does first find out about loki’s heritage, he’s more angry about the fact they were lied to and trying to calm his sibling down than he is focused on what exactly that means for loki’s lifespan

thor is dealing with so much else happening at the same time that he doesn’t have the ability to process this until much later on.

it isn’t for some time after loki’s fall from the broken bifrost that thor really mourns that his sibling is gone, that he won’t be getting loki back because mortals simply do not pass in the same way immortals can choose to. as far as thor knows, that moment is it, that’s the last time he’s ever going to have a sense of his sibling being around.

then loki shows up again, in midgard of all places, and with a dangerous weapon but something is off about the whole thing and thor is going to find out what so he can bring loki home. loki does a bunch of really shitty/stupid things here, but ultimately he’s unharmed as far as thor is personally concerned, and he’s able to successfully bring his sibling back to asgard in one piece without a terrifyingly heavy reminder loki will still die one day

then loki is imprisoned, and that turns into a sort of new status quo. when thor isn’t off cleaning up messes in the nine, he is trying to get loki’s sentence changed, or trying to visit ( often being blocked permission one way or another by odin ), though he doesn’t have the chance to do either as much as he would like.

when malekith shows up, thor is already trying to deal with protecting jane and figuring out what to do with the aether

frigga actually does a huge amount of emotional damage to him at this point, using an illusion of herself and jane to distract malekith and keep the aether away from him

thor doesn’t find this out until much later, and his grief is very raw and real as he’s spending time thinking she chose to pass on in order to protect jane and the nine

this is why he ultimately still goes to loki and breaks him out

despite them both being very fragile in a lot of ways because of frigga’s decision, thor appreciates getting his sibling out of the damned cell and giving loki an opportunity to prove themself, a chance to protect the nine like thor has always thought they were meant to: together

the plan of apparent treachery goes off beautifully and jane is safe, but thor gets thrown about a bit more than he had expected to

he doesn’t get a chance to tell loki to run before his sibling is being killed by the same person who seemingly killed their mother and thor cannot handle that much loss in such a short time

literally the only reason he gets up and doesn’t absolutely fall apart at this point is because he has to stop malekith, he has to protect the nine to the best of his abilities, or his family’s sacrifices will mean nothing and he can’t disappoint their memories like that

by the time the whole problem with the aether is wrapped up, thor is quietly carrying his grief and realises in that moment he cannot accept becoming king, not for a very long time at least, because all he sees in this set of experiences is where he failed to protect. his only duty up to this point is to protect and defend the nine and its inhabitants, and not being able to save his mother or sibling shakes him to the core so vividly that continuing to protect others is all that will hold him together.

so when odin ( coughdisguisedlokicough ) offers the throne, he can’t accept it. thor feels this desperate need to make up for not being able to do enough for his family, and he retreats into his duties again, buries himself and his pain in saving others, because if he doesn’t, all he’ll want to do is mourn.

when thor finally does find out/realise frigga and loki are both alive, though both hiding in very different ways, he is angry. angry with them for lying, for leaving, and in many ways he handles both situations like a petulant child would.

he throws a fit with frigga, complete with tears and “ how could you do this to our people, to father, to loki and me ” because she’s one of the only things both he and loki care about in equal measure in the entirety of existence

it’s very purposeful to include loki in every mention of himself, because as far as he’s concerned, frigga truly sees them as siblings still the same way he does

he does not do this in public however

this happens in private where she’s been hiding on midgard, resting and recovering from extensive use of her magic

and she ends it with a promise to return home eventually

with loki he exposes the lies with threat of bodily harm and somewhat childish “ yes you are/no i’m not ” kind of banter, outing him in front of everyone

he keeps frigga’s living a secret, tells loki when they are alone because his sibling deserves to know but he won’t reveal her to all of asgard without her being ready to return home to back it up

as for the future, and how thor could or would handle loki dying: he can’t. Straight up, end of story, cannot deal with the fact he is going to one day lose his sibling and it will be real and painful.

every illusion gets him every single time, because thor stops processing beyond oh my stars loki is dead that’s my baby sibling and i couldn’t protect them even though he knows loki cannot live forever

loki might seem to be playing it as a game, and maybe to them it is, but thor’s reactions are always genuine and raw for this reason

he tries very hard to internalise his grief the way he can with most other things, but it has always been different when it comes to loki

and when it comes down to it, there are so many possibilities of how loki is going to pass. It could be in front of him, in battle, of sickness, they could be realms apart; anything could happen, and the thought always terrifies thor

if loki actually dies and it’s in battle, the first thing thor is going to do is beg them to stand up and reveal it as an illusion

that the fight is over and they’re okay they can get up now, that he won’t even get mad this time

the more gruesome/scarring the death, the more hysterically thor responds

thor holding his sibling’s body and literally crying for hours

electricity gathering in the air around them, storms rolling in that are the worst the region/world has seen and he just stays there cradling loki and apologising for not being able to keep them safe

if loki dies from illness or simple old age, thor is there the entire time and is helping them do even the most basic of tasks in hopes that the saving of energy will keep his sibling alive just a little longer

thor taking every jibe and mean word without trying to argue back because he’s just glad loki is still talking at that point

he still cries, so much, because losing his sibling was never going to not hurt

thor making sure to get loki a proper funeral on asgard, the way all their people are supposed to be honored

to welcome them home one last time, to have asgard see his sibling

and never in all his life will thor wish he could follow someone to whatever comes after death, mortal or immortal

#death tw #death mention tw #faked death tw #anger issues tw #( in the storm | headcanons | thor )#[ there's a lot to their relationship #and its Complicated ]#[ but thor really and truly loves loki #to the very core he does ]#( assembled anthology | all headcanons )

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bookenders · 5 years ago

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15 Questions Tag

I’ve let this one sit in my drafts for a long, loooong time. Tagged by @vhum ages ago - thanks!

Rules: Pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people!

Bilbo Taggins: @abalonetea, @half-explored, @waterfallwritings, @kowlazovdi, @writinginslowmotion, @sundaynightnovels, @azawrites, @tricksexual, @leftover-starlight, @estroniaidwrites, @writing-every-other-star, @ink-and-petrichor, @writingonesdreams, @novel-scribe, @holotones

It’s finally time to introduce Fish Food’s antagonist:

Nightmare!

[Interview provided after careful consideration and with the kind permission of The C.I.I.P.]

1. What is your full name?

Careful, dove, or you’ll find yourself at the bottom of somewhere dark and... cryptic.

2. What does your name mean, then?

That depends on how Biblical you want to get. Let’s just say it’s an old word.

As for my code name? I like to leave that up to the imagination.

3. What are your nicknames/other names?

I don’t like to get friendly with reporters.

Look how that turned out for all the comic book heroes. Wouldn’t want something to happen to you, now would we?

4. What’s your gender?

I use she/her pronouns, if that’s what you’re asking. Everyone knows gender is an institutionalized social construct with a meaningless binary.

But I’m a woman, if that wasn’t what you were asking, which, honestly, dear, it should’ve been.

5. What’s your sexuality?

I know this is important for some people to know, but it isn’t, in my case. You’d be surprised to know that my personal life is really pretty bland. Including the gentlemen I date in my free time.

6. Where are you from?

Not too far. I have ancestry in Ireland.

7. How old are you?

Be glad this isn’t in person, or you’d find out just how intrusive someone is allowed to be when I’m around.

I wonder what it’d be for you. Heights? Bats? Illness?

No. I’d put money on isolation and ignorance. Being a journalist, and all.

How close am I?

8. What is your magic form/What designation are you?

Grab a newspaper and see for yourself.

Our naming conventions are really quite simple and self-explanatory.

The Coalition has assigned me to the Manipulation Class with the Mental Power Set designation. Not very creative, if you ask me.

9. What does your human form look like?

Why do you think I wear a mask, honey? Not to hide these cheekbones, that’s for sure.

10. What’s your aesthetic?

I do a good job at not being caught by cameras, don’t I? But there’s always a slip every so often. I think there’s one photograph out there of me turning around a street corner. You can see the back of my head - mask, I mean - and my left foot. Dark boots, dark hood, dark half-mask. Red everything else.

Not very inventive, I know. C.I.I.P. really needs to step up on the costumes front, if you ask me.

Outside of work, I’m one of those flowery, kimono-wearing hippy dippy young ladies. Like a farmer’s market hipster who actually gives a crap about the environment.

I wear pink even though it clashes with my hair because what’s life without a little conflict, huh?

[A:NTMR59 - meeting scheduled with C:DRCTR - see comm attachment]

11. Who’s your best friend?

Again, dear, remember the comic book characters.

But there is someone I talk to every once in a while. Not as much as I used to, though. Since I started with the Council, I’ve been quite occupied. I try to make time for a call every few weeks or so. They’re good people.

Good people deserve friends who can be there.

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

Once upon a time, maybe. Now, though? No way in hell. It’s actually banned, as per my contract.

13. When are you happiest?

I [REDACTED] two weekends every month. It’s also in my contract that I get that time off unless there’s an emergency or unavoidable event.

[Be careful, A:NTMR59.]

14. What’s your biggest secret?

I love dogs. I’m also a literal small town girl, but I think the dogs thing is more important.

15. Do you have a sidekick?

I‘m one of the few villains who never had a henchperson. My power set isn’t conducive to outside help. In the beginning, when I was fresh, they might’ve gotten caught in the crossfire. And we generally don’t like hurting our own team members.

(Yeah, I know the general term is “henchmen” but come on, we live in the goddamn future. I stand by whoever graffitis the Coalition posters and paints over “mankind” with “stop it you Biffs.”)

+1. After so many years spent avoiding the press and living under the radar, what made you accept this offer to interview with a local reporter?

It’s important to support local businesses.

Everyone else got to do one, so why shouldn’t I have the same chance? It’s not like people are beating down my door to ask me personal questions.

Outside of the COH interrogators, I mean.

Lovely bunch.

xxx,

Nightmare

[Tag List and WIP Info under the cut:]

WIP Intro Post | FF WIP Tag | WIP Page | PowerPoint Intro

OC Intro Post: Phase 1 | Phase 2

Individual Intros:

Phase 1 (Main Cast): Iron Will | Overseer | Lithium | Babylon | Nightmare

Phase 2 (Supporting Cast): Sparkplug | Battalion | Ferro

***

[Let me know if you want to be added or removed!]

Fish Food Tag List: @theevolutionofledarose, @kriss-the-writing-nerd, @quilloftheclouds, @waterfallwritings, @dontwritethatone, @aeschknight, @abalonetea, @ladywithalamp, @writevevo, @danger-writes, @disfunctionaldeity-writes, @sunlight-and-starskies, @writing-every-other-star, @shadeshadow234, @jaimistoryteller, @leave-her-a-tome

#writeblr #amwriting #my wip #wip #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #tag game #15 questions tag #15 questions #15 questions tag game #Fish Food #original fiction #original writing #FF Nightmare #oc #my oc #character intro

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legion1993 · 7 years ago

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A Princess In The Wrong Place, Is Not Who She Seems...

Title: A Princess In The Wrong Place, Is Not Who She Seems...

Summery: You always felt out of sorts, living in auradon, not feeling like you truly belonged anywhere, you were raised by Belle and The Beast... Raised thinking that you were the adopted sister to Ben... thats what you always knew... but then Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos came over from the isle... you knew that something was wrong, you could feel like a part of you was missing, when you watched Ben become king, Mal evie jay and carlos decide that good was stronger than evil, and the big party... you could only think if someone else was out there wondering about you... today was the day when you would find out... you were gonna go to the isle and find out for yourself... find out who you truly were...

Rating: hopefully PG but maybe PG-16

Warnings: nothing i can currently think of maybe some fluff, maybe some violence...

word count: 12,818

challenge: challenge 4-Disney challenge

Pairing: mystery!!!!

Tag: this is for @phanfichallenge hope this makes you smile!

Masterlist Letter to Mal Letter to Evie Letter to Ben Letter to Belle and Beast Letter to Jay and Carlos letter to Corin from James betrothal notice evie’s guide

life in auradon was one of many pleasures, your brother was king Ben son of Belle and the beast.. to be honest if you could you would commit incest...

ugh what a horrible thought... anyway you never felt as though you belonged anywhere even though you hanged out with Evie Mal jay Carlos and of course Ben often you could also be found practicing with a sword in the fencing area.

to which someone usually would come and watch as you destroyed another dummy... today you were certain that what you were missing was no longer in auradon, but possibly on the isle of the lost.

you decided that when everyone went to bed you would head to the isle... come what may you would find out what you were truly missing...

Ben never let you eat alone, you were always loved by everyone! one particular day you were just coming out of class where you had to now walk across the way to get to your next class.

now you would think having your brother be the future king would be awesome right... wrong... Ben loved you sure he loved everyone but you sometimes felt as though people only hung out with you to get closer to ben...

several people a day would try to talk to you about Ben but you would have headphones in.. the only people who were smart enough to take out the headphones were Ben, Mal, Jay, Carlos & Evie...

as you were passing the field you didn't realize you were being shouted at... that's when you felt a set of arms come around you from behind...

you shrieked and pulled your headphones out only to see your brother as he placed you down to face him...

Y/N: "Ben you scared me..."

Ben: "sorry sis what were you thinking about?"

y/n: "what makes you think I was thinki ng bout something?"

Ben: "I know you too well... I can tell when your thinking..."

Y/N: "I was thinking about what I could possibly be missing from my life.. I've been feeling recently like I'm missing something... like this isn't where I'm meant to be..."

Ben brings you to sit on the bench in the shade... the one place where you guys found was nice quiet and peaceful to have sibling chats...

Ben: “i know what its like to feel out of sorts but i dont think something would be missing if you knew the answers.. have you tried the archives...”

Y/N: “there is nothing there before your parents adopted me... its like every piece of my life before i was brought into your household has been erased...”

ben: “but why would someone go through that much trouble to erase your existence before living with my family...”

You shrugged and just let your brother hug you... you felt a little better as Ben then walked you to class... you spent the class typing 5 notes... 1 to Ben, 1 to Evie, 1 to Belle & Beast, 1 to Jay & Carlos & 1 to Mal.

you printed them off and when you got back to your room, you put them in envelopes and sealed them with your seal, packing your bag with some essentials and your necklace insignia, placing your ring in with Evie’s letter, making sure that you pack as light as possible but yet making your load reasonable...

you also planned your route out of auradon so you could drop off the letters to the correct rooms on your way out.. you were super nervous about this... you also knew it had to be done...

nightfall came and everyone was in their rooms you decided to start making your way out of the castle now... the order of the rooms hit is as follows: Ben, Jay & Carlos, Evie & Mal, and adopted mom & dad...

with all letters successfully dropped off you headed for the barrier for which you opened it and drove your bike through... once through you parked beside a netted area to which you hid your bike put on your cloak and started walking around...

~meanwhile in Ursula’s fish and chips~

Uma: “look ok guys that pricy little princess thinks she is better than we are just because she is on the arm of the future king of boradon but it should be our turn...”

Harry: “look they aren’t coming back here so we can rule here...”

Uma: “harry i want what she has, it should be me beside the prince... not her... she doesnt deserve it...”

Harry: “i feel a change in the wind... someone new just blew onto the Isle...”

Uma: “go check it out and bring whoever it is back here... we shall give her a proper Isle greeting...”

Harry then walked out of the chip shop, and walked down the road heading straight for you...

~meanwhile~

you continued to walk forward, not acknowledging anyone... not even knowing where you were, you happened to also not see the over turned stone on the ground in front of you...

you tripped on it, falling down you heard your bag fall as well some of your things on the ground you now knelt to pick them up... not realizing that someone was about to stumble upon your crouched form...

~back in auradon~

a new day is upon them, Ben is the first to wake as normal he goes passed his door and finds your letter... he takes it and turns it over seeing your seal he goes back to sit on his bed to read it...

Ben: “oh sis what have you done?”

he says as he reads the final words in the letter... next to wake are Mal and Evie they too find the letters to which they also read them...

Mal: “E shes on the isle...”

Evie: “this is gonna be worse than we thought...”

evie holds up the ring for mal to see as they both sit there wondering what to do about your suddenly absent form...

next to wake are Belle & beast they too find the letter and sigh...

belle: “we should have told her the truth...”

Beast: “ya but her betrothed is on the isle do you think its true what they said...”

Belle: “if she returns with him im sure that will answer our question...”

finally to wake as usual are Jay & Carlos they read their letter and its instantly shredded in half...

Jay: “how could she think its the right course of action to go alone...”

Carlos: “we have to gather with the others im sure its gonna be hard on everyone today...”

everyone together gathered early in the garden... presenting each letter, while evie pulled out the ring...

Evie: “in my letter it states that she wants me to take her place in case she doesnt return but the one thing i dont understand from all this is why she would think she is gonna find her answers on the isle...”

Belle: “because thats where she is partially from...”

belle and beast now had the undivided attentions of Jay, Carlos, Mal, Evie & most importantly Ben...

Beast: “Ben before you were born we put up the barrier, but before we did a woman who was just about to give birth we took her here and gave her help to do so safely... but when she did we asked her where the father was and all she said was that he was from the isle...”

Belle: “she also gave us a paper with a betrothal notice for Y/N to marry Harry Hook... they were to wed on their 18th birthdays, but the father of Y/N wanted more than just a wedding he wanted a kingdom of his own... her father is one of the most dangerous villans to ever have breathed... her father is Hades...”

Beast: “as soon as her mother gave birth she passed away Y/N was left in our care it wasnt long after that we had you Ben... so we passed it off as you guys were siblings, you both had a family... it was amazing... till we started to realize how curious Y/N was about her past thats when we ordered for all her previous info to be gotten rid of...”

Belle: “it was then that we also ordered her to be under security or to be with you guys at certain times of the day...”

Ben then interuppted his mom...

Ben: “so you both lied to me and Y/N... now she is off on the Isle for what purpose... to find out the truth because no one told her who she was...”

Ben starts to storm off, but stops at the sound of his name...

Beast: “where are you going Ben?”

Ben: “to bring my sister home... to help her find out the truth...”

Mal Evie Jay & Carlos all move to stand with Ben as Belle moves beside beast...

Belle: “son please dont do this, we understand that your upset with us but its gonna be alot easier for her to do this on her own, if you guys go to the isle to find her it might not go the way you plan...”

Mal stepped between Belle and Ben holding her hands behind her to keep Ben at bay...

Mal: “we know the isle we can help find her and we can unite her with Harry...”

Belle: “mal i trust you not to let her near her father...”

Mal: “what happens if she sees hades?”

Beast: “death will be released... it will be a plague...”

Ben: “does Y/N have any abilities?”

Belle: “when she was younger she had the power to make things disappear...”

Beast: “when you find her you guys have permission to see what kind of state things are in and if it seems like things are going well between her and Harry then you may bring harry back to auradon... or at least offer it to him...”

Jay: “dont worry we will all return home before cotillian... come guys lets go...”

they all took off to their rooms to pack a few essentials not knowing how long they would be on the isle... they met up again by one of the limos... Jay Evie Carlos and Mal all dressed in their original isle gear with a few improvements and Ben wearing a piece that evie made for him…

Mal: “so we go to the isle we have to make sure we don’t get into any major trouble…”

Ben: “that’s why I grabbed a bunch of swords from the fencing closet… one for each of us… we also need to make sure Y/N is safe at all costs and that her father doesn’t find out she is there… our priority is helping Y/N without actually giving away that we are there…”

~meanwhile on the isle~

You were just finishing picking up your stuff off the ground when a gorgeous accent spoke up from in front of you…

Harry: “are you lost deary?”

You froze at the sound of the voice, the accent made you aroused… you tried to get up but fell over lucky for you he caught you…

Y/N: “yes I mean kind of… I am new here…”

Harry met your gaze when you looked up at him… his eyes searching yours for any sign of you being scared but your breathing was hitched in your throat which went instantly dry didn’t say anything as he stood you back on your feet…

Harry: “you alright deary?”

Y/N: “yes… the ground isn’t built very well…”

Harry: “welcome to the Isle of the Lost… let me guess you are so new that you didn’t even take any second guesses at leaving boradon…”

Y/N: “is it that obvious…”

Harry: “let me bring you to where all the cool people hang out… and we can see about getting you something to eat…”

You smile lightly as you both look up to see the slightly risen sun…

Y/N: “please lead the way…”

You walked with Harry, but he stopped in front of Ursula’s fish and chips turning to face you he smiled lightly at you…

Harry: “im harry…”

Y/N: “Y/N its nice to meet you…”

Harry: “likewise now lets get you inside and get some food in you…”

Y/N: “I hope you understand if I don’t part with anything im carrying…”

Harry: “I know how you feel, don’t worry ill help you…”

You put down your hood letting your hair fall to your shoulders and walked into the restaurant beside Harry who was explaining how things work on the Isle… but Uma caught sight of Harry and you walking in together…

Harry: “Uma my usual please… with something special to drink for my new friend here…”

Uma: “since when do you care about some newbie to the isle…”

Harry: “since I saved her life… now do it… or we will go elsewhere…”

Uma could see the change in Harry, Harry could tell that there was something special about you, you started to feel normal again… you felt normal around Harry almost like this was destiny…

~meanwhile~

Jay: “ok everyone hold on we are heading through the barrier now…”

Jay says as he activates the bridge and you guys start driving through… Ben just stares out the window… there is nothing he can do but wait to see of any clues or anything that you may have left or dropped… Mal grabs his hand and smiles at him…

Mal: “don’t worry ben we will find her and bring her home… no matter what happens she will return home, I promise…”

Ben: “I just hope she sees it that way…”

Mal: “well if she doesn’t then we will get her too or we will let her figure out what she needs to first then bring her home… hopefully before cotillion…”

They crossed through landing on the isle the barrier closed behind them, making things easy…

Mal: “ok lets start searching, I got to make a quick stop, Jay, Carlos Evie please take care of ben… ill meet you guys at the clubhouse… hopefully with some useful information…”

Mal takes off with haste towards the chip shop… but the others take a look around the area hiding the car was first priority…

Ben: “ok where do we… wait a second…”

Ben out of the corner of his eye spys your motor bike… he then uncovers it slightly for the others to see…

Ben: “its hers, she came through here but which way did she go…”

Evie: “don’t worry ben we will find her… just cover it back up and we will find her I promise we all do…”

Ben: “k how do we…”

Evie: “you gotta be careful what you say Ben, this is the isle…”

Ben nods his head…

Ben: “tha…”

Evie: “drop the thanks and drop the please too… you gotta just chill…”

~back at Ursula’s fish and chips~

Mal appears outside to pear in the window, hopefully without getting spotted… she spies someone in there that looks awefully like you from behind… you turn your head as you smile at Harry who shrugs out of his jacket…

Mal (to herself): “OMG they discovered eachother…”

Mal then turns her head a little to the left to see how Uma was looking at you…

Mal (to herself): “I have to tell the others..”

Mal takes off from the spot and starts back down the dark alley… you sat inside still just as mesmerized by Harry as he was by you… you no sooner tried to get up slightly to adjust your cloak than you fell landing against him..

Y/N: “that’s the second time you hav stopped me from falling, thank you…”

Harry: “no problem love… now do you have a place to crash yet…”

You shoke your head as he looked at Uma who waved him away… Harry got off his seat and set you on your feet once more he walked out of the chip shop with you… he then led you to a spot with what was known to be a spectactular view…

Harry: “this place is no longer used… im sure you can figure out how to get in there… once you do peek out the window and stare to the east from wence we came, there you will see me…”

Y/N: “thank you Harry for everything…”

Harry started to walk away when something made him turn back towards you… his hands no longer holding anything he had dropped the hook on the ground, his hands now cupping your cheeks his eyes searching your for any sort of fear as you both leaned in, your pendant burning hot against your skin, but it was nothing compared to the passion you felt from the kiss you soon received from Harry…

Neither of you realizing you were being watched, for it was at that moment Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos and Ben all started to come around the corner, but stopped at the sight of you kissing Harry… they all went and hid back around the corner shocked by what they just saw, it was something that they were gonna talk to you about…

Harry was the one to break the kiss, you both were breathing heavily, neither of you knew how much time had passed, but suddenly the world seemed so much brighter…

Harry: “I hope I get to see more of you Y/N.”

Y/N: “I am certain we can make that happen…”

Harry kisses you once more before backing away, the taste of his lips still lingering on yours, as he turns to walk back to Uma at the Chip Shop… you stood there for a few seconds after as your fingers traced your lips…

That’s when it happened… that’s when you were clunked on the head and next thing blackness… you woke up a few minutes later, on a couch, your cloak on the floor, your bag on a chair across the room, your shoes were off... you groaned as you stretched and ran your hands through your hair…

Jay: “oh good, guys she’s awake…”

It was at that moment with that voice you opened your eyes to sit up and see Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos and Ben standing over you… ben who was relieved to find you, pulled you into a new wrecking hug…

Ben: “im so happy your ok Y/N… did he hurt you?”

Y/N: “no Harry wouldn’t hurt me… he cares about me, he saved my life twice and he even showed me a place to sleep…”

Mal: “the place he showed you to sleep is where you are now… this is the clubhouse we used before we went to auradon… there was nothing that any of us could agree on this morning except that we were coming to help you…”

Ben pulled back from you and looked at your shocked expression turning to look at Mal giving her a kiss on the cheek before speaking again…

Ben: “would you guys excuse us a moment I need to talk to my sister alone…”

Mal: “of course we will make plans for safety while here…”

Ben: “thank you, and be careful…”

Mal: “I always am…”

Mal Evie Jay and Carlos all leave the room before Ben turns back to face you…

Y/N: “I cant believe you ignored my request for you not to come after me…”

Ben: “I cant believe you took off in the middle of the night, wrote me a letter that threw all my good out the window… that made me yell at mom and dad… who by the way are the ones who hid the truth from you… that’s why I asked the others to leave… you should just have to hear it from me not from all of us…”

Y/N: “finally someone is gonna tell me the truth…”

Ben: “before I was born, my parents were just tearing down the bridge that originally connected the isle with auradon… your birth mom was just going into labor when she crossed the bridge to escape your abusive power hungry father, which yes they know who that is too, when your mom gave birth to you she also gave 2 pieces of paper to my parents… which I brought with me so you could read it for yourself…”

You took the pieces of paper and looked at them… immediately something inside you clicked you were suddenly whole… you felt like you had a purpose…

Y/N: “ok but who is my father and what happened to my mother…”

Ben: “to sum it up your mom died shortly after giving birth to you, all she told my parents was that it was someone from the isle… it wasn’t till they got a visit from Zeus that they confirmed which villan was your father… Y/N you’re the daughter of Hades… but there is something else, should you come in physical contact with your father, your powers together will unleash a plague upon the world…”

Y/N: “so im a ticking time bomb…”

Ben: “but there might be a way to soffen your powers so if you came in contact with your father it wouldn’t wipe out the entire world…”

You took a soft but yet not so subtle chuckle…

Y/N: “ya like what… like I take the throne, like I marry Harry and together my power with his will cancel out any evil power within me…”

You yell as you now start pacing… but Ben just looks at you like you just had a great idea… you stop pacing as he comes up to you and hugs you…

Ben: “your brilliant and smart, I want you to arrange a meeting with Hook… as in Harry’s father, from the sounds of that letter he knew your mother… he might have some answers… just know that whatever happens you are always gonna be my sister…”

You smiled as everyone else came pouring back in the room…

Y/N: “I need to find captain hook… he knew my mother maybe he can further shed light on my past…”

Jay: “he runs a little boutique in the square, I can take you there…”

Y/N: “that would be nice thank you… the rest of you need to be careful, its clear that they hate the royals… keep out of trouble please…”

Jay: “when your ready Y/N..”

You walked down the stairs towards the exit/entrance, but soon realizing that you had no idea which way to go till Jay came up behind you and started leading you round town… that’s when you stopped in front of a shop with a yellow sign that said “Hooks clocks and nick nacks”

Jay: “this is it, do you want me to come inside with you or are you good…”

Y/N: “I should be fine… he knew my mother… I can find my way back ill meet you back at the clubhouse…”

Jay hugs you and lets go a few seconds later…

Jay: “be careful…”

You smile before turning to enter the store, upon entry a few clocks chimed their good mornings, and the sound of footsteps echoed…

Y/N: “Hello…”

You said softly watching as a man comes walking out of the back room… he stops suddenly at the sight of you…

Hook: “can I help you?”

Y/N: “are you James?”

Hook: “that’s me, who are you?”

Y/N: “my name is Y/N my mother was Corin…”

Hook dropped the clock he was polishing and took a look at you…

Y/N: “if it helps I have these as proof of who I am…”

You went over to the closest table, placing down the certificate the letter and your birth certificate… he looks at the documents and there is something that flashes across his face…

Hook: “Y/N…”

You nodded as he proceeded to hug you… once he let you go he backed up slowly letting out a loud whistle making you shutter as another fellow came down the stairs and through the door…

Smee: “yes capt’n…”

Hook: “go fetch my son from that witch’s restaurant… I have the saving answers we have waited so long for…”

Smee: “I will send for him at once…”

Hook took another glance at you made another gesture toward you, he offered you a place to sit you gratefully took it…

Hook: “how is your mom? It must be what 17 years since I last saw her… I mean the last time I saw her I helped her escape from the Isle… before the barrier went up… she was preparing to give birth to you…”

Y/N: “she died shortly after she gave birth to me… she didn’t leave me in capable hands tho… I was raised by belle and beast who shortly after gave birth to a son… but they lied to me, they didn’t tell me about the betrothal, or who my father is, or anything like that… no I didn’t find that out till I got here and Ben came after me…”

Hook: “great so your mom died and left you in the hands of the king and queen of auradon… great… so you know nothing of your heritage…”

Y/N: “I know what I was told by Ben only half an hour ago, but I also know that when I arrived on the Isle last night I felt as if something was gonna happen to me…”

Hook was about to speak when the door to the shop opened and hook looked up and saw Harry walk in…

Harry: “father what was so urgent that you had to send your minion to fetch me…”

Hook: “remember how I told you that one day you would find out the truth of the past… well my boy the truth is your betrothed to a beautiful young woman, one who I think you will take a liking too… but you will have a difficult time with what I have to tell you…”

Harry: “ok but will you please just get straight to the point…”

Hook ushers to you showing you that its save to come out… you do so only to see Harry who is just as shocked to see you…

Harry: “Y/N…”

Y/N: “Harry…”

Hook: “you 2 seem like you know eachother…”

Y/N: “ya kinda we met when Harry helped me get up off the ground after I tripped over a rock, then we shared a kiss not too far from here…”

Hook looks from you to Harry as your eyes never left eachother…

Hook: “so it has begun…”

Harry: “whats begun?”

Hook: “and so it shall come to pass that when the children of fire and water come together a new day shall rise bringing forth the union to end a power so strong it could destroy everything…”

You and Harry now looking at Hook took it in and the realization set as you both sat in the chairs closeby…

Y/N: “all this time I was told I would make a difference but never how or when or why… now its…”

Harry: “like the world has just opened a new door and its our turn for greatness…”

Hook: “you both have a big decision to do… especially you my son… Harry as a father I have to implore upon you my son to make the choice, make the right choice… you can either follow your betrothed back to auradon and get a fresh start in a new place… or you can stay here and follow that skank Uma for the rest of your life and play second best… but no one can make the choice for you son, only you can…”

Harry: “can I have a few moments alone with Y/N?”

Hook nodded and left the room, but not before placing a box with both yours and Harry’s names on it on the table then he went into the back… this left you and Harry in the room alone… Harry and You got up at the same time, you both made your way to the table…

Harry: “I don’t know what kind of choice ill make but hopefully I wont loose you…”

Y/N: “im not going anywhere, I have always wanted to feel like I belong somewhere and when im with you I feel like I belong…”

Harry: “well lets open this box and see whats in it…”

You guys open the box to see several items including 2 champagne flutes, a set of wedding bands, an engagement ring, a stone with your names on it and in the box was also a letter address to both of you… from your parents…You both read the letter and then looked at eachother… breathing heavily as you took it all in…

Harry: “are you alright?”

Y/N: “not entirely but I guess we need to decide a few things…”

Harry: “wherever you go I go… look I don’t know you all that well yet, and I know that according to these letters and things we don’t have long till our supposed wedding date but right now you’re the one thing that makes sense to me…”

You watch him pick up the engagement ring and he holds it to you with him having placed his hook on the counter…

Harry: “Y/N will you agree to wait on the engagement till we have a proper settling on what is happening?”

Y/N: “I can do that…”

Harry: “we are done now dad you can come out now…”

Hook comes out from around the corner and looks at you both and the box…

James: “did you guys make some decisions?”

Harry takes your hand in his as he places the engagement ring back in the chest closing it…

Harry: “I have decided to follow Y/N wherever she may go… if that means I follow her to Auradon then so be it… and per to the letter you guys left for us it means so much to both of us that you guys trust us enough to let us be on our own together… also that bit about fire and water… was that meant to be in there or did you guys write..”

James: “its part of the prophecy we found in a cavern before the barrier went up when Corin first discovered she was expecting Y/N it became clear that everyone needed answers especially me and Corin so we went and we searched this cavern for something that could give us the answers we saught… and it gave us a prophecy the same thing that we wrote in that letter is the same thing we got for an answer… not very helpful I know but still… so we put it in the letter to help…”

Y/N: “thank you for everything you did to help my mother and what you did for me… that makes things easier when we know whose on our side…”

James: “anything for the lady who won the heart of my son… just becareful who sees you both together not many people will believe that the son of Hook found love… and if you guys need anything while here you let me know…”

Y/N: “thank you…”

You go up to James and give him a hug which he returns it with a smile… releasing you then into the open arms of Harry who took a turn upon witnessing then something ringing outside…

Harry: “damn guys ill be right back someone is spying…”

Hook: “it’s the sea witch’s daughter you both need to go out the ceiling now… ill have Smee bring the box by later go now…”

You grabbed your phone and cloak as Harry left his hook on the table you both took off out the attic and up onto the roof… you stopped for a moment texting Jay…

Y/N (by text): “jay we got trouble… I need you to meet me and Harry on the upper roof across from the clubhouse… and bring rope hurry…”

Jay (by text): “we are on it… don’t worry what happened?”

Y/N (by text): “tell you later just hurry someone is chasing us and its not good…”

Jay (by text): “we are on it…”

You crouched with Harry waiting for the signal, 2 sharp whistles like to the tune of heigh ho… but nothing came yet, it was another 5 minutes before you heard the whistles which made you look over the edge to see Jay floating up to you… he landed on the roof and hugged you instantly…

Jay: “someone call for a ride…”

Y/N: “you have a carpet…”

Jay: “mal enchanted it with a flying spell… its obedient... and it works wonders… lets go before something else goes wrong…”

You and Harry got on the carpet not realizing that the turn you and Harry had taken was about to be short lived… when Jay finished landing the carpet it flew off back to its hiding spot, you Harry and Jay all ran up the stairs… but you stopped on one of the landings for a quick breath…

Harry looked at Jay who then with Harry looked down at you stopped on the landing below… Harry nodded at Jay who finished going up the stairs, Harry proceeded to go down the stairs to where you were… you had your bag on the ground in front of your, your eyes making things a little blurry, you didn’t even realize Harry was standing there till he touched your arm…

Harry: “are you ok?”

You shoke your head as he took your shivering form in his own…

Y/N: “im scared… what if something goes wrong? I can’t loose the only man who makes me feel like I actually have a future…”

Harry: “don’t worry once we sort this out, there will be a lot that you will have to teach me…”

~Meanwhile up above them Jay was filling the guys in on what he knows…~

Jay: “so Harry is coming back with us… he has agreed to go wherever Y/N goes…”

Ben: “so we have to teach him when we get back to auradon…”

Mal: “Evie I have an idea for the dresses for me and Y/N… but I need your help to change around the ensembles.. and we need a maching outfit for Harry so he can match Y/N… Y/N is wearing red right…”

Evie: “yes but what does…”

Mal: “ill explain when we get back… but right now we have bigger issues Jay you said that they were being chased do you know who did the chasing…”

Jay: “it was Uma and her crew… they are coming after Y/N and Harry cause of their betrothal…”

Mal: “how did that snake witch find out about where they were anyway…”

Jay: “I don’t know but we need to fortify this place now…”

~back on the landing you and Harry were watching the air between you guys grow thin~

Harry: “Y/N look I know what your going through cause im experiencing it as well but right now we have bigger issues… I fear that Uma wont stop until she either has killed you, killed me or turned me against you for the worst so that I kill you…”

Y/N: “ill kill her for anything she does to harm our union…”

Harry: “we should go up and tell everyone what happened…”

But there was something within you that told you to just stay there for a few more moments… that worked till an arrow came through the hole in the wall… it almost hit you but Harry pulled you both out of the way… Jay, Ben, Mal, Evie and Carlos all came down at the sound of you and Harry hitting the metal landing… they helped you both off the ground…

Harry: “someone please explain to us who sent that arrow and why?”

Jay: “your father did he says he has the box and some news…”

Harry: “Jay can you bring him in here im gonna take Y/N upstairs and let her wrap her head around a few things… but also I fear I may need a disguise… if me and Y/N are to get off the isle we need not to look like ourselves…”

Evie: “I can help with that lets see what I can do…”

Harry held you against him for a few seconds before leading you upstairs following Evie… Carlos, Ben, Mal and Jay stood on the landing only to find that they are so silent at a loss for words… its Ben who speaks up first…

Ben: “Jay and I will go meet hook… Carlos stay and help the girls... with everything they need… Mal I need you to help Y/N teach Harry everything that you learned and you need to do it before we can leave…”

Mal: “both of you be careful please…”

Ben kisses mal before following Jay out of the clubhouse… Mal and Carlos go back upstairs to find fabric and stuff everywhere…

Mal: “E… is everything alright…”

Evie: “yes if your referring to the mess im making new outfits to help them adjust to life together plus I needed measurements for other purposes… but Mal come here and take a look at this…”

Mal and Carlos go around the corner to see you and Harry in completely new attire, one in which you would not be recognized…

Evie: “the outfits are unique to their body structures and thankfully I had materials here to make them on the fly… of course the shoes were already made thanks to my brilliance I made several pairs of comfortable shoes for you and Ben, I borrowed a pair of each type so I could be prepared incase of fashion emergency… but I present Y/N and Harry…”

Suddenly you and Harry were staring at yourselves in a large mirror… Harry was the one that was the most shocked… he knew that he would soon adapt very quickly to your lifestyle but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

Harry: “well ill be… I never thought I would look good in anything else… I am ever grateful for this, for all of it… and while im speaking on this topic of how grateful I am, I would also like to personally apoligize for anything I may have had a hand in during the feud between you guys and uma’s gang… im sorry for the roles I had in everything…”

You never had to think before leaning your head on Harry’s shoulder watching the expressions on Mal’s, Evie’s and Carlos’s faces turn from shocked to accepting as one by one they nodded their accepting and forgiving replies…

Evie: “I also think that Y/N needs a new hair style same with Harry… only to truly disguise their true selves…”

Mal: “I can see them needing some extra color… whats your thought E?”

Evie: “we take them to lady tremaines tonight before it opens…”

Harry: “can…”

Just as harry was about to speak again Jay, Ben and James walked in the entrance… Hook almost fell over when she saw you and Harry…

Hook: “Harry, you look handsome, Y/N is truly lucky to be on your arm…”

Jay: “the box is in the car already that’s what took us so long was we took it straight to the car… but we noticed something it was Uma… she was just coming out of Hades Souvlaki restaurant…”

Hook: “if you all are to survive this new found union, you all need to know what I told Harry and Y/N… you need to know what happened before Y/N’s mother made her way to Auradon…”

Everyone picked a place to sit, Harry sat on the couch and had you sit in his lap… his arms around you made the second time hearing the story made things seem more real…

Hook: “Hades was abusive, he wants power so he figured if he had a child that it would increase his chances of gaining more power… that’s why he bred with Y/N mother Corin… but Coring didn’t like how he reacted when he found out she was pregnant with Y/N. he stuck Corin in the dungeon, she made her escape when Hercules heard her plea from Olympus… Corin was brought out of there and placed on the corner near my shop just as auradon announced that in 9 months they would be building a barrier… Corn came into my store seeking shelter and help, so I helped her and when I told her that my mate was due in 9 months too we came up with the arrangement… for Harry and Y/N to be betrothed in hopes that one day things would be clear…for everyone’s sake we prayed the day wouldn’t come where we would have to part ways but I found that just before the barrier went up would be the perfect time for Corin to escape the Isle one day we hoped fate would lead Y/N and Harry towards eachother and it did thank the sea but Hades stirs, he can sense tremendous power… when Y/N and Harry kissed at dawn it unleashed a shockwave of great power… it woke Hades… I can feel it, im pretty sure the entire isle can feel it… which is why I captain james hook leave my son in the hands of the most powerful group of villan kids and royals in the country…”

Ben: “please tell me he can be stopped from taking powers from either of them…”

Hook: “I think it would be better if they told you themselves what they have to do…”

Everyone’s attention was on you and Harry whose hand was rubbing circles on the small of your back, as though he could feel how scared you were…

Y/N: “apparently when me and Harry marry both our destructive powers will be turned into a neutralized double good boost of power… for both me and Harry we will both have magic and not the evil/bad kind either…”

Ben: “I understand that Y/N gets her magic from the side of Hades but who was Harry’s mother…”

Hook: “a siren… she was a siren…”

Harry and you look at eachother as you get up with Harry on your tail as you both go out on the deck…

Harry: “my mother was a siren… your mother was human I guess that answers what sides of the family line we both got our powers from…”

Y/N: “the fact that Uma isn’t happy with us right now is freaking me out and if I continued to sit there and fake like im not scared of anything, but truth is im terrified… what if my father tries to come after me… I would rather die before letting him touch me, which is why I have a sort of strange request… Harry should my father get his hands on me before we marry, I need you to kill me…”

Harry: “no no no I cant kill the girl who has made me feel more alive these past 24 hours than anyone else has in my entire life…”

Y/N: “I just need you to promise me that you wont let my father get his hands on my power and use it to destroy everything… just promise me that you will do what it takes if it happens…”

Harry leans in an kisses your forehead…

Harry: “alright I promise… and I understand why you are having such a hard time with everything… I mean just cause our kiss at dawn possibly woke your father and Uma was coming out of his restaurant which means we are in grave danger. And I think as soon as possible we need to get out of here…”

You looked at him as he nodded his head towards the chip shop where a storm cloud was forming over it… you leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his lips only for you both to feel a surge of power flow out of both of you, this shoke the clubhouse… but when the kiss broke a loud clap of thunder was heard across the entire isle…

Y/N: “don’t worry we will be getting out alive, and nothing will separate us well maybe except to sleep… but right now I think a nap sounds good…”

Harry: “couldn’t agree more but someone has to do something about the lack of security…”

At that moment Hook and Ben come out on to the deck…

Ben: “and we have a solution one that we think will have a very find impact on your lives… what if you guys got married right here on the isle kind of like a trial wedding then, do an actual one when we get back to auradon, during cotillion… then next week you will be man and wife…”

Harry looks at you whose eyes are locked with Bens as Ben waits your response… you walk away from Harry and passed Ben and everyone else fear and confusion written clearly across your face… you went down the stairs and hid in the lower pad under the stairs… crouching against the wall you started to cry, you felt the fear and confusion consuming you…

Harry: “what the hell kind of suggestion is that? Y/N and I want to be married for real, if its just a trial wedding our powers wont merge and we wont ever be safe… did no one think of that? Does no one realize how scared Y/N is and has been since this all started… am I the only one that realizes and can feel how scared she truly is, she has been putting on a façade so as not to disappoint everyone else in this room…”

Ben: “if that’s true then she shouldn’t be alone right now…”

Harry: “I think you’re the last person she would want to see right now mate, and you should all know that on the deck just before yo came in and announced your plan, she had me promise to do whatever it takes to stop her, should hades get his hands on her and her power…”

Ben: “she asked you to play the murderer…”

Harry: “in all sense yes… and I agreed, cause I would rather see her by myside forever than let her get drained of her powers and killed by that monster, I would rather kill her myself if it came down to it…”

Ben: “then someone needs to go talk to her and someone needs to pack up some stuff for the trip to Lady Tremaines and then back to auradon tonight…”

Mal: “ill go find her, ill talk to her… Evie can you go to Lady Tremaines and book us in for midnight… reserve 2 stations for 2 customers… please it will save us a lot of time…”

Jay: “ill go with Evie, incase something happens…”

Hook: “ill go and scrounge up what I can to help the cause of getting you all out safely…”

Hook leaves as does Evie and Jay…

Carlos and Ben are left with Harry as Mal heads downstairs to try and find you… well find you she did, she just followed the sobs… at first she just stood there and listened to what you were mumbling to yourself…

Y/N (to self): “this cant be how it happens… I mean this isn’t how my fairytale ending was supposed to come about… im too scared and whats worse no one seems to see it, I blame Ben for setting me off like this, ugh why cant they just see how perfectly happy I am around Harry right now… we don’t need a wedding right now, we need to get off this isle… god I am so tired… I want to nap with Harry holding me, petting my hair… things would have been so much easier if I never tried to do things with other people…”

Mal had heard enough she had to stop you before you decide to make another wrong decision…

Mal: “none of this is your fault…”

Y/N: “it might as well be, nothing I do recently seems to be going right…”

Mal: “do you remember how I was when Ben and I first got started… I didn’t do anything right either, but as your soon to be sister in law I believe that anything that happens between you and Harry has to be your guys decision… Ben has no right to try and decide these things for you… I mean I understand he was just trying to help, but the fact that no one told me how to do it properly till almost coronation day was disasterous…”

Y/N: “at least you made it through the dangers of coronation day unscathed, that was the day when I snuck into the archives and discovered the torn out and missing pages… which Ben found for me before I left… trust me Mal its better for everyone if we don’t do the trial wedding…”

Mal: “I know you don’t see it now, but this trial wedding will give us a cover of escape…”

You looked at her with confusion as she started to explain…

Mal: “I have it all planned… it’s a spell to give us a cloud of cover so we can escape without anything going wrong… but its under the guise of a wedding… Ben mistook what I talked to him about before hand as its an actual thing…”

Y/N: “because you think if he knew the truth he would freak, but im so scared of what could go wrong, im scared of change… and most importantly im scared of what could happen if my father comes for me, Mal I can feel it he is searching for me…”

Mal: “don’t worry I swear nothing bad will come for you… and if your dad tries anything we will show him wht badasses with magic we can be…”

You leaned into your soon to be sister in law feeling the love coming off her… you needed to just breathe away from the crazy for a bit…

~at lady tremaines curl up and dye~

Evie and Jay enter the shop weary of their surroundings, the first thing that Evie sees is Dizzy… she goes up behind her and scares her… dizzy turns around and immediately hugs Evie…

Evie: “I missed you so much…”

Dizzy: “whats auradon like? Whats ice cream taste like?”

Evie: “its cold and sweet and if you eat it too quickly it gives you a headache…”

Dizzy: “really…”

Jay looks around not noticing anything out of place…

Evie: “dizzy I need a favor… can you fit 2 friends of mine in as soon as possible…”

Dizzy: “sure whats the occasion?”

Evie: “it’s a long story but we need them to not look like themselves…”

Dizzy: “let me think, I can take them in an hour… I have to touch up grandma’s roots… who am I doing?”

Evie: “Harry Hook and Y/N…”

Dizzy stopped and looked at Evie..

Dizzy: “you mean Princess Y/N adopted sister to King Ben?”

Evie: “yes… she and Harry are betrothed… it’s a long complicated story but right now I hope you will have your grandma understand that this is of the upmost importance…”

Dizzy: “don’t worry she doesn’t care what I do with my spare time… as long as I do my chores…”

Evie: “ok we will see you soon… and don’t worry I think this will be amazing..”

Dizzy: “any certain thing I should prepare for…”

Evie: “fire and ice…”

Dizzy: “let me guess there is a long explanation behind that too?”

Evie: “yes…”

Evie hugs Dizzy and turns to leave with Jay on her tail but both of them notice something strange Hades is standing outside his restaurant talking to Uma… both Jay and Evie ran back to the clubhouse… at the same time they entered it you and Mal had made your way to the middle landing…

Evie: “lets get upstairs we have to prepare to leave ASAP…”

Mal you and Jay all ran upstairs behind Evie to walk in on Harry, Ben and Carlos standing there…

Jay: “we witnessed Hades talking with Uma outside his restaurant…”

Evie: “dizzy is squeezing us all in in an hour… but first we need to get around undetected…”

Mal: “I can create a cloud of cover once we are ready for us, once they are done in the salon… trust me it will work, as long as we don’t get caught… but first we need to do something…”

Mal grabs her spell book flipping through it…

Mal: “bind them now, bind them quick, don’t unlink until safety nears, combine their strengths make it simple, make them stronger together than apart…”

Mal did the spell in front of you and Harry… suddenly you and Harry were glowing, Evie then came out from the sewing room with 2 cloaks… evie handed you a blue cloak as she handed Harry a red cloak…

Harry: “fire…”

Y/N: “water…”

Mal: “that spell I did linked you 2 together till we get back to auradon… the cloaks I believe are designed as a neutralizing agent for you unique individual gifts… the spell will fade once we are safe… right now E what did Dizzy say?”

Evie approaches Mal admiring her work…

Evie: “she said to bring them by in an hour… she is very excited to meet Y/N, but if we go we all go together… Jay meet us there with Hook… we will send the signal when its time… but I need you and hook to start a riot… we let nothing happen to Y/N and Harry... and we don’t get separated…”

Jay: “ill go talk to hook…”

You watched as Jay turned to leave but before he did he came over to you and hugged you, the VK’s were your family… you knew you had love surrounding you forever, even more so that Harry caught you when Jay let go of you… Jay left out the clubhouse to meet up with James at that moment he never gave another thought outside of keep everyone safe…

Y/N: “I hope this goes off without a hitch… and I’m sorry everyone for how I’ve reacted recently to everything… and Harry if you’re still willing to follow me everywhere will you be by my side as we face the trials awaiting us outside this place… no matter what happens will we be united evermore?”

Harry: “we will… but now will you be willing to go through with Ben’s plan or would you be willing to make a play as a distraction before we leave…”

Y/N: “what do you mean?”

Harry: “I’m talking like do a little bit of acting…”

You looked at Harry soon realizing that it wasn’t that hard to understand…

Y/N: “you mean get engaged right outside of the curl and dye… but wait what happens if…”

Harry didn’t reply he just pulled you as close to his form as possible…

Harry: “we cant avoid it forever plus this way if we get engaged our strength is already doubled.. why not double it again then when we wed it will be tripled and we will live happily ever after…”

You looked around at the eyes in the room memorizing every single one of them… you could only think of the consequences of your actions… it would be an interesting thing… your eyes met Harry’s again as you nodded, the room erupted with cheers…

Harry: “alright when do we leave…”

Mal: “shortly but right now you don’t need to panic, you and Y/N just need to put your cloaks on… before something else happens…”

Harry and you put on the cloaks and felt something happen, your glowing forms faded into a shroud of you being cloaked in water, which Harry being cloaked in fire… everyone watched you guys as your powers danced together…

Mal: “the spell is now in full effect… you will notice it for sure if it turns into a battle… but right now lets get you guys to Lady Tremaines…”

You nod looking at Harry who is just as mesmerized with you as you are with him, upon leaving the clubhouse you and Harry found you couldn’t move… then around the corner came Hades with a smug look on his face as he watched Mal spell the clubhouse before she and Evie pulled you and Harry behind the gate of the clubhouse… along with Ben as it was sealed and you were safe…

Hades: “well well well, so the spawn returns… which one of you is my daughter…”

Y/N: “that would be me… but I want nothing to do with you and mom secured my future for me before I was born… so that’s why I came back was to find my betrothed… yes Hades im getting married…”

Hades: “who approved of this marriage?”

Y/N: “mom did… she died after giving birth to me, she left me in the hands of a nice family who took me in and raised me as their own, they knew the truth of my origins, they also knew of my betrothal, they are fine with this… therefore I believe the phrase is, YOU DON’T HAVE ANY SAY…”

Hades then looked at Mal Evie Carlos Ben and Harry...

Hades: “let me guess whose whose kid… the one in purple belongs to Maleficent… blue chick belongs to queenie… white spotty belongs to whats her puss… the boy in blue isn’t from around here… the one that’s holding my daughter is someone’s brat… how am I doing so far?”

Ben: “why don’t you just leave, I believe your daughter said you have no place here…”

Hades: “as true as that may be I have brothers and they try to tell me what to do as well, it never works out for everyone… purple chicklet you have some serious magic, no where near your moms level, I wonder if it guards against arrows…”

Hades conjours up some arrows and sends them flying at you Harry and Ben, they mostly miss but one grazes your arm, you don’t notice anything only that it grazed your skin… it didn’t hurt…

Hades: “im sure we will see you guys soon… remember im always watching…”

Hades pops himself out of there, Mal drops the barrier once they are sure you guys are safe, you hug Harry making sure that you and Him are still linked Mal Evie and Ben lead you guys to Lady Tremaines… you guys enter as a group, you and Harry put down your hoods taking a look around Dizzy approached and hugged Evie…

Evie: “we told you we would be back, we brought some very important people…”

Evie brings Dizzy over to stand in front of you and Harry…

Evie: “dizzy, I want you to meet Harry and Y/N… these are your customers…”

Dizzy curtsies, as do you Harry bows out of respect…

Dizzy: “im pleased to meet you Y/N and Harry im glad you found your one… now what am I doing to both of you…”

Harry: “well can I have something a little less like me but more that reflects what my love is… so something firey but yet me…”

Dizzy: “sur thing come on over here and have a seat… both of you please hand your cloaks to Mal and Evie no one would dare to come in here to stir up a fight… trust me…”

You and Harry do so making sure you guys were sitting next to eachother…

Dizzy: “and Y/N what can I do for you?”

Y/N: “I want to go shorter and a little bit of fire and water on black…”

Dizzy: “yay!!! This is so exciting!”

Dizzy starts on yours and Harry’s hair, both you and Harry not really paying attention but instead using your bond to spend time relaxing out of body, like in your minds… discovering what you guys were and could be, occasionally getting pulled out of your perfect happiness by Dizzy washing the dye out or someone talking…

Finally Dizzy finishes with your hair as well as Harry’s but neither you nor Harry have seen anything, you guys were blinded magically by Mal… requested by Dizzy…

Dizzy: “ok you guys will get your sights back in a few seconds but someone tell them how different they look… without giving too much away…”

Mal: “well its true there is beauty behind everything… you guys look amazing!”

Evie: “as the stylist of your outfits, I approve…”

Carlos: “guys you truly give a meaning to the terms fire & ice!”

Ben: “I approve, Y/N you look beautiful, Harry you look stylish…”

At that moment both yours and Harry’s sights returned only for you guys to see yourselves in the mirror… your new looks amazed you both! First thing you did was run your fingers through Harry’s not caring bout anything else at that moment you were amazed at how hot he looked in those colors!

Harry’s new hair do fascinated you enough to make you run your fingers through it several times, watching the look on his face just as amused and happy as yours…

After a few more moments he took your hands and kissed them before he started running his hands through your hair… he became exactly how you felt…

Your hair was fabulous, you couldn’t hide any of your emotions, you went over to Dizzy and hugged her, thanking her profusely…

Dizzy: “it was my pleasure…”

Y/N: “please let me repay you in some way…”

Evie: “well there might be a way but it will have to wait till we get back to auradon we have the right forms there..”

Y/N: “of course… but I promise Dizzy we will repay you somehow someway… I promise…”

Dizzy: “I look forward to it Y/N and besides I was just glad I could help…”

Evie hugs dizzy as you and Harry help eachother do up your cloaks… now with your new looks making you guys look and feel like new people… but the cloaks were magically binding, it was the basis of Mals spell…

Evie: “shall we go?”

You texted Jay at that moment giving him a few moments headstart…

Y/N (by TEXT): “Jay we are leaving the curl up and dye… start the riot…”

Jay (by TEXT): “you got it… we will distract the square, you guys just do your thing… oh and Y/N congratulations on getting engaged!”

You only smiled listening for th chaos to start sounding from outside, Harry could feel the engagement ring burning hot in his pocket, it wouldn’t be long now… once you guys heard something that sounded like glass being thrown around and people shouting, it was your que…

Harry: “you ready to do this love…”

Y/N: “not really but im ready to have this adventure of get to the car and back to auradon with you!”

Harry chuckled as in a line you all exited the curl up and dye you and harry flipped up your hoods… upon walking outside you all witnessed a really heavily enduced battle between James and Jay… you guys decided that smoke might cover some of your color in order for escape to be easy!

Once more thanks to the curl up and dye riot plan, it was a few blocks from the car that you guys got stopped by Uma and Gil… both of whom weren’t that happy… it was almost like something was trying to kill you, well duh of course it was… you huddled with Harry behind Ben Mal Evie and Carlos… they all pulled swords out from their belts…

Uma: “chill out everyone hand over Harry and Y/N no one needs to get hurt…”

Mal: “in your dreams Uma… let us through or we will make a mess…”

Uma: “I knew that whole princess act was fake… your still evil…”

Evie: “Uma just move aside and I suggest letting your mom know her psycho ex is on the loose again…”

Uma: “what are you talking about?”

Mal caught on right away, she nodded at Ben and Carlos...

Mal: “ya I mean whats Hades gonna do when he finds out your Ursulas daughter… your mother broke his heart…”

Uma: “I don’t believe you for a second you rats… now if you don’t mind give us Harry and Y/N or we will be forced to go through you guys to get them…”

Mal: “ive been itching to get into a tangle with you since I got here Uma… lets tango… Ben Carlos get Y/N and Harry out of here… get to the car now…”

Carlos: “we are on it…”

Ben and Carlos come up on either side of you and Harry as you all make a run for the limo… but a forcefield went up in front of you…you and Harry were on one side while Ben and Carlos were on the other…

Y/N: “forcefield… it goes to the height of the buildings… Mal must have spelled the car area but there is another forcefield right on top of this one…its keeping me and Harry away from the car… wait a moment I have an idea…”

You let out a high pitched whistle… only moments later were you whisked away with Harry on the carpet… you hovered on Carpet over Ben and Carlos…

Ben: “Mal, evie and Jay are still over there on the isle… we can always call James later to make sure he is ok, but right now we need to get them and get out of here…”

Y/N: “Harry you coming with me or staying here…”

You looked at him as he stared at you like you were crazy..

Harry: “I go where you go mi-lady…”

You kissed his cheek before turning your attention back to Ben and Carlos…

Ben: “be careful sis, I just got you back I cant loose you…”

Carlos: “just come back in one piece, everyone alive please…”

You nod as Harry sits behind you holding 2 swords one for you and one for him, this was gonna turn into a blood bath… unless you and Harry did something and fast… first stop you made was to Mal and Evie…

Mal: “E I need you to make a run for it… and tell Ben I love him…”

Evie: “no M I wont we are in this together…”

You suddenly turned to harry as you landed carpet on the rooftop…

Y/N: “harry stay here with carpet be ready when I give the signal… im gonna go down there and give the girls some cover…”

Harry kissed you right then and then released you so you could lay out a staircase of fire and water…

Y/N: “now now ladies lets not fight…”

Mal: “Y/N wheres everyone else…”

Y/N: “Safe Ben asked me to come after you… I couldn’t let him down, not after everything I put him through…”

Evie: “ladies lets focus on getting safe ourselves before we continue this conversation…”

Your eyes turn red as you put up a wall of fire between you guys and Uma/Gil… you whistled for the carpet and Harry, both of who came down and the girls got on the carpet…

Harry: “Y/N whats wrong?”

Y/N: “im going after Jay get the girls to the limo then come back for me and jay…”

Harry could only think of how small the distance was in total but he hated how close you were gonna be to your father…

Harry: “I wont be but a minute my princess…”

Y/N: “just remember your promise… I love you Harry…”

You say as you take off running down the road… Harry lets the words sink in, his eyes glowing like water but he flew Mal and Evie to the limo and then hovered the carpet in the air…

Mal: “what are you waiting for?”

Harry: “the spell you used to bind me and Y/N together is it like an emotional bond as well…”

Mal: “yes why…”

Harry: “I think hades did something to Y/N… when he sent the arrows flying at us one grazed her skin she didn’t notice but I did and now she has changed… that firewall, the look in her eyes when she told me she loved me before taking off is a look only one whose spelled could have… believe me ive seen it done…”

Mal: “ok ok I guess I need to come with you in order to help reverse it… but i will only help you to reverse it in a way that wont involve you having to kill her…”

Ben: “no Mal your safe right now… Y/N insisted on going to save you why do you insist on saving her…”

Mal: “cause she is in danger and I promised your parents Ben that I wouldn’t let her father gain control of her…”

Harry holds his hand out to help Mal onto the carpet which she accepts after kissing Ben, as Mal and Harry head off to rescue you…

~at the scene of the battle~

Jay: “ok this worked a little too well…”

That’s when you arrived on scene just in time to line the arena with a smoke cloud, grabbing Jay’s arm you whisked him into a corner…

Jay: “Y/N but how…”

You put a finger to his lips…

Y/N: “later but right now Harry is on his way back with Mal hopefully Harry figured it out… im barely holding back right now… I want you to swear that no matter what happens you will get everyone off the Isle…”

Jay: “Y/N you cant go near your father what the hell are you thinking…”

Y/N: “if it means that I can give everyone a chance to get off the isle ill do anything… when hades shot those arrows at us earlier I was grazed by one it was spelled to set me off like a literal ticking time bomb…”

Jay nods and pulls you deeper in the shadows his form hiding you from anything… but it couldn’t hide you from Mal and Harry who dropped down beside you guys… Mal put up a barrier as Harry helped you attend to Jay’s wounds… but that’s also when Carlos, Ben and Evie showed up…

Harry: “how have you not…”

Y/N: “im trying to fight it, Harry look I know this was supposed to start our happily ever after but im pretty sure that meeting you has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me…”

Hades: “well this is such a touching moment…”

That’s when Mal put up a barrier around you and Harry as Harry got down on his knee, he held the ring towards you…

Harry: “Y/N these past 24 hours have been amazing, you changed me in more ways than one, im a better man for knowing you, but you I’m pretty sure are the one thing about me that is ready to explore the world…”

Harry takes your left hand in his and that sends out waves of clensing love as Harry continues to speak…

Harry: “Y/N what do you say to taking on the world with me… Y/N its taken us 24 hours to get to this point, will you marry me?”

You were taken with the clensing waves flowing from you both but someone wasn’t happy and that was your father…

Hades: “Y/N if you say yes I swear none of you will be making it out alive…”

Y/N: “guess what father the power of Love is stronger than whatever evil thing you tried to put me under…”

Hades: “love is for the weak… this entire fire and water prophecy is stupid… no one is gonna believe that 2 people who met a little over 24 hours ago could possibly have found love within eachothers arms…”

Hook: “this has happened numerous times and not with anyone else… children its your call…”

You took a glare at your father, before looking back at Harry and nodding your head…

Y/N: “yes…”

Harry slid the ring on your finger, but as soon as he did that the barrier dropped and you felt light headed, suddenly you fell unconscious… Harry caught your body falling to his knees before you could hit the ground…

Hades: “if I can’t have her, no one will… next time we meet kiddos Auradon will fall…”

Hades then disappears, you lay still in Harry’s arms, everyone panicking but Mal and Evie share a hidden glance as they have the same thought…

Harry: “no no no I just proposed, this wasn’t supposed to happen…”

Mal: “Harry, there is something you need to know, I just analyzed her form, she is under the aspects of a sleeping curse… she isn’t dead…”

Harry: “what.. but Hades said…”

Mal: “Harry, what Hades said isn’t what is happening, because she was in a barrier of love she was put under the sleeping curse not a death curse…same look different effects… long story short she isn’t dead…”

Harry: “how can we wake her?”

Evie: “True Loves Kiss… it’s the most powerful thing in the world…”

Harry: “what if it doesn’t work?”

Evie: “it always does but it has to come from the heart, if you truly love her, it will work otherwise she will continue to sleep till someone wakes her…”

Harry moves you into position as he cups your cheek not caring about the tears pooling in his eyes…

Harry (in a low whisper): “please let this work…”

Harry leaned down and kissed your lips, but something happened, something happened and it made Harry pull back… he watched as you gasped for air and looked at him with a smile crossing your features… you touched his cheek, wiping the small tears welling in his eyes…

Harry: “you woke up…”

Y/N: “I was hoping you would save me…”

Harry helped you stand up and then spun both of you around making the world around you spin a little… Harry stopped and kissed you…

Harry: “what do you say Y/N ready to start our forever…”

Y/N: “as long as we are together ill go anywhere…”

Ben: “Y/N don’t get to comfortable with this idea we still have to face mom and dad when we get back…”

You turned to see Ben standing there, you ran out of Harry’s arms and into the arms of your brother (yes ok even though he is your adopted brother you just call him your brother because its shorter and easier and it feels right…)

That turned into a group hug, which then turned into a lets squish hug the engaged couple…

Y/N: “can we go now, I have to explain a few things to mom and dad back home…”

Everyone let you and Harry walk ahead leading the way to the limo you all piled in except you and harry… who took your motorbike… Harry sitting behind you as you started the bike and followed behind Jay on the bridge… it felt right, but the arrival back in auradon was something yet to still be desired…

You arrived back and parked your bike Harry helped you off the bike as mom and dad approached…

Belle: “everyone go get cleaned up class is about to start again… Y/N and Harry we want a few words with both of you…”

Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos and Ben all left as Belle and Beast stood before you and Harry…

Belle: “Y/N we understand you might not be too happy with us right now but we kept the information from you to protect you, we knew that one day you would get curious en…”

You stopped her from rambling by going and hugging her, she was surprised but she hugged you back…

Y/N: “its ok, I forgive you guys for keeping it from me, it forced me to go off on my own for a bit and learn it on my own… if I hadn’t have taken off I wouldn’t have met Harry… but something happened while on the Isle, I briefly met Hades, he tried to poison me, Harry proposed to me and I said yes before falling under the sleeping curse to which Harry woke me up with True Loves Kiss… you guys have to understand I don’t blame either of you for hiding the truth from me… cause its not easy raising a child from the isle… James Hook said that my mother always wanted a better life for me and that was why she and James had me and Harry Betrothed… I knew I would find answers I just didn’t know what to expect…”

Belle: “but what about your father?”

Harry: “forgive the intrusion into your conversation, but I believe it had something to do with the fact that he had spelled the engagement ring with the death curse. which when Y/N said yes to my proposal turned into the sleeping curse, cause Love conquers all it became known that things were different…”

Beast: “we couldn’t be happier for you Y/N and Harry welcome to Auradon… Y/N would you give Harry the grand tour and fill out all the paperwork please…”

Y/N: “of course father…”

You hug both Beast and Belle before taking Harry’s hand and walking through the courtyard of Auradon… thus begins our tale of fire and water…

~that’s all for now folks~

#phanfichallenge #decendants #decendants 2 #isle of the lost

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yukipri · 7 years ago

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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01

So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;

1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.

2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.

*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops

Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3 beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:

IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

Yuuri thinks:

Victor: Vitya I love you but there are some things I REALLY wish you wouldn’t encourage with the kids, I don’t care if you could do it when you were younger it’s terrifying!!

Yurio: Yura, how does it feel now that the kids all think you’re older than me? NO don’t use this as an excuse to call me baby-faced!!

Phichit: PHICHIT please knock some sense into the others, you’re my only hope!--NO don’t just sit back and laugh! I was counting on you!

Minami: Kenjirou, you’re my student and husband NOT my butler, I can get my own bags thank you very much.

Yasha: Darling you can wear whatever you want but PLEASE wear SOMETHING under that dress the old ladies at the park will never look at me the same again

Shura: You don’t need to try so hard to be a rebel, and you also don’t need to spoil Yasha so much. Just tell him no, he’ll deal.

Arisa: Darling it’s amazing that you can do that and I’m so proud of you but please don’t hack the neighbor’s security system again, it’s very hard to explain to them that my toddler was just stretching her intellectual curiosity.

Yuuji: Yuuji, your smile warms my weary soul and I’m sure you’ll inevitably be a little trouble maker too but let me be in denial a bit longer.

Victor thinks:

Yuuri: It’ll be fun, they can handle it, please don’t look at me like that, I’m (pretty) sure they’ll be okay...

Yurio: You may seem like the more responsible parent but you’ll always be my cute bratty student. Now that my seniority is less obvious though, I’m comfortable making you indulge my own brattiness too. what do you mean you were always forced to indulge my brattiness

Phichit: You may act like the most reasonable parent but I see through you--and I’m proud. We’re startlingly alike if I’m honest. Let’s conquer the world.

Minami: You may be a bratty puppy but I rest easy knowing you’re always be Yuuri’s side. Couldn’t ask for a more loyal or dangerous watch dog. Don’t worry I do think of you as human, really.

Yasha: Trust me, I know how fun it can be to tease your brother but take it easy sometime, yes? I love you having fun but it hurts my soul to see Shura have red eyes so often...though yes I do admit that’s cute too OTL

Shura: Sweet child, come here, did Yasha make you cry again? Daddy will give you all the hugs. Don’t run away just because Yasha’s in my other arm!

Arisa: I feel like your adorable eyes are judging me...and guess what, they’re still adorable!! It’s okay, you can judge me all you want! *HUGS*

Yuuji: I have dropped the dishes so many times because it looked like you wanted a hug...I can’t help it...you’re like, a super mini Yuuri...

Yurio thinks:

Yuuri: OI Katsudon, I made this new food thing, try it, am I better than Phichit yet? YEAH NO I know I won’t ever be a better all rounder than him but...what, it’s really good? W-W-WELL OF COURSE IT IS I KNEW THAT HA HA HA *flees*

Victor: I’m mature enough now to recognize what a brat you can be, not that I didn’t already know but--HEY DON’T LAUGH THAT WASN’T PERMISSION

Phichit: Okay FINE I admit I need your help...stop looking so smug! Yes, ugh, fuck that’s clever, alright I know (fuck it’s worse because he’s genuine and never follows up with “I told you so”)

Minami: YOU HAVE SOME NERVE CALLING ME YOUR RIVAL JUST BECAUSE YOU WON GOLD OVER ME TWICE, it was all thanks to Yuuri! NO I’m not being overly conscious of you as a competitor, ugh FINE I admit your skating really impresses me but FUCK YOU

Yasha: Brat, did you just...make me run around the house five times for no reason at all?? UGH I’m not even mad, I’m too tired and too used to this, it’s my own fault for falling for it every time...

Shura: What do you MEAN “I bet you cried a lot when you were a kid too,” don’t say that to me while CRYING like ugh FINE will it make you feel better if I said I did??? Please stop crying I don’t want you to cry OTL

Arisa: Risa, I don’t want to suspect you, but I have a hunch you might be the one putting the twins up to mischief and I think you’re still too young and I want to think you’re as pure and innocent as you look but...dare I trust my instincts on this...

Yuuji: YUUJI YOU EASE YOUR FATHER’S WEARY SOUL how are you so pure you seem to make my adult exhaustion melt away...

Phichit thinks:

Yuuri: Perks of marrying your BFF: know just the perfect amount to pamper and also to tease. And also know all the deepest darkest secrets you’re too embarrassed to tell your other mates. Shh it’s okay they’ll never hear it from me ;D

Victor: We had some rough moments early on but you’re a good guy, Victor. I recognize our compatibility. Let’s conquer the world together and present it to Yuuri.

Yurio: I’ll look after you, not-so-lil Russian, you leave your troubles to me. I know how vulnerable you can be and I see you as my own now.

Minami: Kenjirou may act like a super groupie but he has it together better than most of us. I trust him to still prioritize Yuuri even in situations where the rest of us are emotionally compromised, which gives me the confidence to go full offense.

Yasha: Oh, you say someone’s picking on Shura at school? Okay, so here’s what you do, and here’s how to pin the blame on someone else because we wouldn’t want Yuuri to be called to school yeah?

Shura: Your brother’s picking on you again? But you don’t want him to stop either? Well then, how should we solve this? Oops is he a future masochist to Yasha’s sadist...

Arisa: I see what you did there, very clever, I’m proud! But if Yuuri found out he’d have a heart attack, so let’s not do that again, okay? Here’s something even more difficult for you to try to figure out...

Yuuji: Yuuji sweetheart I know making Victor drop dishes is funny but Yuuri likes those dishes, one last time ‘kay? You can make him do other things equally amusing but slightly less destructive of our collective family property.

Minami thinks:

Yuuri: Y-Y-Yuuri-san, NO I still can’t take the honorific off, I RESPECT YOU TOO MUCH plus it makes it feel that much more intimate in bed *turns brilliant red to match his hair streak*

Victor: Victor look at what I taught the twins!! Aren’t they absolutely amazing?! They’re going to break all of your records! And I can tell you’re not even upset :’D

Yurio: I never mentioned rivalry, you were the one who used that word first? ;3 But in all honesty, it’s an honor to be considered the rival of Yuuri-san’s rival so I’ll fight my hardest to not let that title go to shame.

Phichit: The fact that you are both fun and terrifying is not news to me, I’m glad you’re my family and not my enemy. I’ve seen what you can do to your enemies. Participated too, actually he he.

Yasha: You and your bro are perfect angels and I’ll show you all the cool skating things! I’m so happy your enthusiasm hasn’t died as you’ve grown older <3

Shura: It’s good to cry! Cry all you want! I’ll cry with you too! It can be a real sobfest! And then Yuuri can bring us tissues and then it can be a snotfest! Whoo!!

Arisa: DARLING CHILD you are the sweetest and you’d never do anything naughty, I have not a clue what the others are talking about. *genuine*

Yuuji: *SOBBING*

Yasha thinks:

Yuuri: MOM IS THE BEST AND MINE, YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM, and that includes all you dads so back off ;P

Victor: Dad is weak to puppy eyes and will give me anything I want. His affection can sometimes be stifling, but I love him nonetheless.

Yurio: Dad always gets flustered really easily and it’s fun to test his boundaries. And push them. And break them. But he never snaps, I think he’s getting stronger...

Phichit: The really smart dad who sees through all the pranks but still plays along, even intentionally lets me finish playing my pranks on him. It’s a bit annoying even if I appreciate it. I gotta up my game.

Minami: Ken-chan’s the BEST and he and mum are gonna kick dads’ (Victor + Yurio) asses in the next competition. I’ll cheer for dads too but Ken-chan’s No. 1!

Shura: He’s fun to make cry because he gets riled up, but the best part is the comforting that I get to do afterwards because no matter how mean I am he still comes running <3

Arisa: I’d beat you up if you hurt my sister, except she’d do it first and better than I ever could so I’ll just be prepared and bring the popcorn and watch from the front row, maybe help with clean up.

Yuuji: He’s not as innocent as he looks but you won’t hear it from me. Let the others live in denial, come to the dark side in your own time lil bro.

Shura thinks:

Yuuri: I want mum’s attention but Yasha hogs it, but mum’s the best so he makes time for me too and not just for selfish jerks like Yasha. Even if I have to share. It’s okay. I love how mum loves everyone all the same.

Victor: Dad spoils me rotten but he’s not a good shield against Yasha because he also spoils Yasha rotten. He spoils everyone. It’s okay tho, dad has a lot of spoiling to go around.

Yurio: Dad sorta gets picked on too and I sympathize...it makes me feel better knowing he was probably just like me when he was younger. The hard part is getting him to admit it, but that’s what other parents are for.

Phichit: Dad holds the answers to life and the universe in his magic smartphone. He has yet to fail to answer a single question but I’ll keep trying.

Minami: Ken-chan always plays with us even when he’s busy and shows us all the cool skating things! I didn’t get why he wasn’t dad too when Yasha and I were younger, but I’m glad that’s fixed now, though I still can’t shake the habit of calling him Ken-chan.

Yasha: He makes me cry and is such a JERK but I can’t stand to be away from him, it makes me so anxious, and he gives good hugs too so I forgive him (am I being too easy on him...)

Arisa: I want to say I protect her but it’s honestly the other way around, the best I can do is make sure she doesn’t hurt herself because she’s really reckless and it’s TERRIFYING, I sympathize with mom...

Yuuji: PLEASE DON’T STEP ON MY LIL BRO, HE IS VERY SMOL, he looks like he would go squish with one step! Risa wasn’t this smol?? What do you mean I’m bigger now so my sense of size is biased...?

Arisa thinks:

Yuuri: I’m going to protect mum. He doesn’t need it, at all, but I can do it so I will.

Victor: Dad acts gullible but I’m not fooled. He’s weak to puppy eyes though, that’s for real. And I have the best puppy eyes, or second to Yuuji. I’m okay being second to Yuuji.

Yurio: Dad’s trying really hard but he’s also really gullible so I can’t help but tease him. It’s okay I won’t be too mean, and I’ll even reign Yasha back some.

Phichit: Dad knows I’m smart and will protect my bros so he gives me the tools and education to do so. I don’t think mum and my other dads know just quite how much but it’s okay. We’re not hiding it on purpose.

Minami: If you hurt Ken-chan, I’ll knock your teeth out. I’d say “with my fists,” but I don’t think I can reach. It’s okay, I’m creative.

Yasha: My partner in crime, he’ll follow my orders even if they’re impossible and will somehow make it work. Because Yasha’s a miracle-worker and I believe in him.

Shura: The only ones who can make him cry are me and Yasha. But we do it a lot. Which means he has no more tears for anyone else. Back off or I’ll make you disappear : )

Yuuji: He is my squishy smol. He’s smaller than me! He never complains when I hug him and squish his cheeks until they turn red, and then I feel a bit bad...

Yuuji thinks:

Yuuri: Mum is the best! He gives me a lot of attention because I’m the youngest, but I kinda want a younger sibling too. Dads always hush me when I try to bring it up and I don’t really get why.

Victor: Dad spoils me rotten and I kinda feel bad because he never says no to me (or any of us), but when I mention it he gets all teary eyed and spoils me worse...^ ^;

Yurio: Dad is too paranoid about my safety. I’ll be big and strong like the others too! Just wait! Look how big dad is, I’ll be that tall one day too. What do you mean, that’s not how genetics works?

Phichit: Dad makes the best food, I wish he were home more often...I know he’s busy with his ice show in Thailand and it’s really really cool but I miss him...

Minami: Dad says he hit his growth spurt late, because he presented late. I BELIEVE! I won’t be smol forever!

Yasha: Yasha-nii has really good instincts and is there when I need him. It’s like he has a special radar and then brings the whole cavalry. So I don’t need to worry about going anywhere by myself--what do you mean, I shouldn’t be wandering off in the first place??

Shura: Shura-nii got picked on again, it’s okay, here’s a cookie I made with Yuri-dad and here’s a hug, I have short arms but love power!

Arisa: She’s my favorite sister! Even if she’s my only one! She gets really proud when I say it and I’m happy she’s happy so I say it a lot.

#YukiPri art #Future!Verse ABO AU #Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics #omegaverse #polyamory #mpreg #OCs #Victuuri #VicYuu #YuriYuu #PhichiYuu #MinaYuu #HCs #long post #longpost #okay so that took longer than expected to write them all out SORRY #LATE AGAIN #I TRIED

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xxxdragonfucker69xxx · 7 years ago

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chuubo’s marvelous wizardry engine

A Frantic Knight Arc

Young Wizard is a miraculous Knight Arc. It’s meant to model a specific kind of wizardry: specifically, that from Diane Duane’s Young Wizards series. Wizardry revolves around the use of the Speech, a magical language that everything in the universe (and outside it!) can understand and speak. Wizards are sworn to defend Life, in all its forms, against the Lone Power, who invented death and wishes (approximately) to destroy everything that exists.

[If you are finding this through the young wizards tag and are confused: Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine is a tabletop rpg, and this is some content for it. I recommend it!]

Talk to the World (Arc 0)

Type: Imperial

Cost: --

This is, sort of, a wish: that words can, eventually, change anything.

That talking, and listening, are an answer to any problem.

It compels anyone who opposes you to hang on a second, drop their sword, and give you a chance to explain yourself. It requires that even the Lone Power, who hates all things bright and beautiful, who could crack your skull like an eggshell with a look and a thought -- that he hear you out.

He doesn’t have to agree with you. Once you’ve laid yourself bare to him, or to Principal Entropy, or to your mom who’s mad that you haven’t taken out the trash, he can think about your speech and decide that it’s wrong and get back to killing you and unmaking the world.

But he -- the HG playing him, or the PC playing whoever you’re in conflict with -- has to listen. Has to consider. Has to answer you first.

The Oath (Arc 1)

Type: Level 2 Bond

Cost: --

You have sworn, in your own idiom, to fight for and guard and guide and love Life. While you uphold that oath, nothing can take wizardry from you.

Invoke The Oath when something attempts to nullify, remove or cancel your miraculous or magical powers. You can overcome an Obstacle this way or add +2 to your intention.

Invoke The Oath when you use miraculous powers to undo such an obstacle or effect, for yourself and others. You can add +2 Strike to such a miracle, though this doesn’t stack with Strike from other Bonds.

Invoke The Oath when you are constrained by it -- not to kill when there is another option, not to strike first, not to change others without their permission -- and you can get up to 2 MP or Will.

The Speech (Arc 1+)

Type: Magical Skill

Cost: --

If you have a spare slot, you receive a free Magical Speech Perk. This is a Skill that has several levels: at Obstacle 1, talk to any sentient thing; at Obstacle 2, talk to any living thing; at Obstacle 3, talk to any inanimate thing you can see and touch; at Obstacle 4+, possibly talk to intangible or spiritual things. This is similar to Spirit-Speaker, the Spiritual miracle: fire is probably willing to burn in a different direction, or maybe even extinguish itself, but not to float in midair and make funny faces. That’s not something fire does!

The Speech also offers something of a fringe benefit: you can emote with anything you can talk to. Really, you could do this normally, but instead of emoting to a friend or yourself, you can emote to the waves as you sit on the beach, or to a rock you’ve found on the moon. And it’ll emote back.

Special Friend (Arc 1)

Type: Miraculous Action

Cost:

0MP -- 1/scene invoke your specialty over a few minutes

1MP -- use this power again in the chapter, or invoke something that is not your specialty, or invoke your specialty instantly

2MP -- Invoke something that is not your specialty instantly

You have a particularly good relationship with some part of the world. It could be an element, like earth or fire or machines, or it could be something a little more out there, like the future or dreams or healing.

For you, it will do things that are impressive or impossible. For Special Friend, fire will dance in the air or make funny faces. That’s what it does, for you!

Alternately, you can ask something that isn’t your specialty to do impressive and impossible things for you. Even the most devoted geomancer can, with a little effort, talk to storms and fire and superstring knots. But this costs more, and usually faces a higher Obstacle.

Rename (Arc 2)

Signature Wizardry (Arc 2)

Type: Major Miraculous Action

Cost:

0MP -- starting mid-scene, invoke this power 1-2x/scene

2MP -- starting mid-scene, invoke this power as often as you’d like

You have written a wizardry that you have memorized: a portable muon accelerator (read: death ray), a sunbeam that you’ve crystallized to use as a spear, or a spell to make nuclear reactors react unfavorably. You can use the Speech with this wizardry for this specific purpose; if you do so, it becomes a Major Miraculous Action. You may have a number of such wizardries up to your Arc Trait.

The High Road (Arc 2)

Type: Special?

Cost:

1MP: Over the course of a few minutes, open a gate to somewhere specific 1/chapter

0MP: 1/book, go somewhere you need to be

Wizardry deals with a multitude of worlds; not only Earth and the Earthlike, but alien planets and dimensions. The Crossings, an interstellar shopping mall/transit hub, is one of these, but so are places like Tir na nOg and Timeheart. (If you’re aiming to integrate this with canon Chuubo’s, these are possibly places that can be reached by crossing Outside.) Sometimes, it even deals with different times (though more often places in the “past” are in some kind of hazy half-timeline that could have happened or will be revealed to have happened all along, so that you don’t need to worry too hard about paradoxes).

The High Road allows you to reach one of these places. It can, at its most mundane, open a portal between two places in the same world: between your fridge and your friend’s, for example, so you can steal his sister’s favorite sodas. Often, it is used to go to the Crossings and pick up some blue food, or to undertake some serious business on Mars. Sometimes, it simply takes you where you need to go; either somewhere you are needed, or somewhere you can get the help you need. Often both at once.

This is a blurry power, and a dangerous one. Once you’ve gone, you can’t come back until you’re done, even if you invoke The High Road yourself. And if you use this to get out of a sticky situation or cast around for a solution, there’s every possibility you’ll end up in even more trouble instead. But there are two guarantees you can count on:

That you will always have the chance to come back, eventually, and that you will get something out of it.

Even if you end up on a world at the edge of the galaxy where a sentient computer race is crying to be born, or stranded in the middle of an alien invasion, you’ll come back with something: a psychic link to superfast mobile computer children, or shopping vouchers for the mall you helped save, or a personal epiphany that lets you unlock hidden powers.

Ordeal (Arc 2)

Type: Imperial Miracle, Ritual Power

Cost: 0MP -- once per book, invoke the Ordeal

The devil works in mysterious ways. The Lone Power often prefers to hide at the bottom of the soul, whispering hatred and greed and misery into the hearts of -- well, everyone. But you can force it to come meet you on your own ground.

This power functions as two related wishes, kind of. The first wish is: that whatever is lost, is not lost in vain. The second wish is what brings on the Ritual: that the enemy would appear to me.

And it does. The evil king is revealed as a facade, the troublesome devil’s advocate is cast aside as an empty shell. The Lone Power appears before you, tall and dark and beautiful. The Ordeal begins (or its climax does, anyways).

The HG begins by describing the Lone Power in his terrible glory. When the spotlight comes to you, take a ritual action:

Greet him and state your intent to oppose him (the traditional words being Fairest and Fallen, greetings and defiance! but you can put a little personal spin on it),

Use Talk to the World and tell him why he’s wrong,

Return from The High Road just in time (obviously, you can only do this i you were somewhere else),

Describe what you have lost, and what that sacrifice has gained you,

Take any of the actions under Making Answer to the Bleak, in response to the Lone Power and everything it stands for.

After everyone has gone at least once, the Lone Power will probably start trying to kill you.

Special Friend, Powered Up (Arc 3)

Type: Miraculous Action, Major

Cost: 4MP

At Arc level 3, the work of your Special Friend becomes Major, and can be used on a major scale: pull up the entire ocean to hit someone over the head, or pitch a black hole into the sun.

A New Cousin (Arc 3)

Type: Imperial? Bond?

Cost: --?

When you take the High Road to somewhere you are needed, you can bring a friend back with you; someone from there, who still belongs there, but has agreed to come here and repay the help you gave them. Such a friend often becomes a recurring character, and if anyone in your PC group has this then one or more of those PCs may have met each other through this.

Ordeal, Powered Up (Arc 4)

Type: Imperial

Cost --

At Arc level 4 the reach of your wish increases, should you manage to survive and defeat the Lone Power, the echo of that victory will ripple throughout the world. The darkness will be brighter, the hateful will be more loving. You may define a Region Property -- something like people starve in the shadow of riches or people never get exactly what they want -- that the Lone Power has been enforcing on the world. Then you strike it out. Once our old enemy reforms, he will probably put it back, but until then, the world is a little better.

Advisory (Arc 5)

Type: ????

Cost: ???

You have enough experience to become a mentor to other Young Wizards. You take responsibility for an area, usually geographic but possibly political or social, and you become aware of problems in that area: interventions that other wizards are performing, natural or artificial disasters in danger of forming, and the action of the Lone Power upon the world. You can, as you see fit, ask wizards to solve a particular problem.

again, not entirely happy with this one. i really dont know cmwge well enough, and i spent most of the time writing this under the impression that it was purple and not orange. nor do i really have a good diegetic grasp on what’s part of the main characters’ personal journeys and what’s endemic to being a wizard. but i will say that kit is on Become Somebody and nita is probably on ... Creature of the Light? maybe shes more on this arc. ronan is on Wounded Angel, bless him

#young wizards #tatterpigs #tatterpigsgiving #chuubilis

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jaxssecretroom · 7 years ago

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Insomnia pt.2

Type: Angst, Fluff, (maybe some light smut in the future)

Pairing: Chanyeol X reader, Xiumin X reader (might change as the story goes on?)

TW:Mentions of rape

College!au

Word count: 1,8k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror desperately trying to make your ponytail look halfway decent. You didn’t mind your work outfit that much, but the fact that you had to wear your hair in a tight ponytail with a hat that looked like it belonged on a doll and not a grown person kinda bothered you.

You put on the short-sleeved white button up shirt, the olive green skirt that was almost too short, and finally the black apron. Not really something you enjoyed wearing in the cold autumn weather. You grabbed the raincoat from the hook next to the door in one hand, and your umbrella in the other and headed out.

You went in through the back entrance, as always.

“Hey Y/N, your here early” Earl, the main cook and your boss, greeted you with his crooked smile. He was a good boss. He cared for all of his employees and insisted on only hiring college students like yourself. This would sometimes bring in creeps who were much older than the employees but still thought, for whatever reason, they might “get some”. And these men would always be there during your shifts since you mostly worked nights.

“Just being a diligent worker” you smiled back. “So, what do you think? Will it be a busy night?” You struggled to put that damn hat on.

“Nope. But you do have customers in booth 5.” Nicki, the day waitress who was just getting of her shift answered. You finally got the hat to stay on.

“Just fix your name tag sweetie” You looked down at your name tag and realized it was upside down. “Oh, thanks Nicki” you fumbled with it until it was in place.

“Bye boss, bye Y/N” she said as she made here way out the back, you and Earl waving goodbye.

You made sure once again your uniform was on properly and made your way out of the kitchen. Nicki was right, it didn’t look like it was gonna be a busy night. The diner was mostly empty except two girls studying in booth 1, which was on the right-hand corner, and a group of guys in booth 5, in the left-hand corner. Since you could see the girls were already served you walked over to the other group. You were amused when you saw that one of the guys was Minseok.

“So, you’re stalking me now?” Minseok looked up and seemed to be genuinely surprised by your presence.

“No, actually we live across the street. If anything, you’re the one stalking me.” He smiled and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. The other two guys were obviously confused by the interaction.

“Guys, this is the girl whose room we broke into last night, Y/N.” He gestured towards you and the other men just sat there, frozen, not knowing what to say. You could see the guilt in their eyes.

“So these are your partners in crime huh?” you shot them each a smile and they seemed to relax. They were both handsome, and even tho one of them was wearing a sweater and the other a hoodie you could just tell they were well built.

“Yeah, this is Yixing” he gestured towards the taller of the two with a cute dimple in his smile. “ and Joonmyeon, the mastermind behind the plan” he gestured towards the one who was wearing the sweater. You could see Joonmyeon shoot Minseok a ‘wtf man’ look and you laughed. This whole situation was so bizarre.

“Look we are really sorry, we had no idea-” Joonmyeon started.

“No, it’s okay, really. Minseok explained everything.” You reassured them. “So what can I get you?” you asked tapping your little pad with your pen.

“What do you recommend?” Yixing asked smiling at you.

“Well, Dimples, since you asked…” you heard Minseok let out a laugh. “My personal favorite is the peanut butter chicken” you said, pointing at the menu with your pen. None of them really seemed impressed by your suggestion.

“Why are you asking for recommendations? I thought you lived across the street, this can’t be your first time eating here.”

“Hey, don’t I didn’t lie” Minseok immediately defended himself.

“Actually it is my first time eating here. I don’t know about them.” Yixing explained. You nodded and wrote down their orders. Joonmyeon ordered the spicy wings, Yixing the hamburger, and Minseok the special of the day.

As they were leaving that night they left you with a pretty generous tip and about a million apologies. After that time they came to the diner a lot more often, and mostly during your shift. They always sat in the same booth, and always ordered the same things: the spicy wings, a hamburger and the daily special. And every time you’d tease them about their failed break-in attempt. But that was it, you couldn’t really call them friends since you never hung out with them. They were just regulars at the diner.

Then the night that ‘it’ happened.

They came in as usual, but this time the diner was much busier. All the tables, but one, were taken. Since you worked alone serving the people at the tables you didn’t really have time joke around with the guys that time. You didn’t even take their order since you knew exactly what they would get. As you were bringing them their food you stopped to give a man, who had come alone, his order, a black coffee.

You put the coffee and the receipt on his table, and smiled like you always did at customers. As you were leaving you felt someone grab your ass. It was unexpected. You quickly turned around and the man winked at you. He winked at you. You felt disgusted and angry but you didn’t know how to react.

So you just turned around and headed towards the guys’ table. Minseok had seen what happened and he was coming your way. You had never seen him angry, but you had a feeling that this was as angry as he gets. His fist was clenched, teeth gritting. You realized what his intention was and blocked his path.

“Don’t.” You said quietly, hoping nobody else could hear you. He looked you in the eyes and his expression softened. You felt your stomach turn. Was he really willing to hurt somebody for touching your ass without permission?

“Anybody would do that Y/N. Don’t think too much of it.” You thought to yourself.

You walked back to his table together.

“You should have let beat the living crap out of him” he said as you placed the bowl of spaghetti in front of him.

“What happened?” Yixing and Joonmyeon asked simultaneously.

“Nothing. Forget about it Minseok.” you walked away before he could protest.

It wasn’t long before the diner started emptying out. You would catch the man staring at you a couple of times. He didn’t look like a creep. He looked like the average man who was in his late 20s. You would also occasionally catch Minseok staring at you, and his anger didn’t seem to be growing weaker. But eventually the guys finished eating and were about to leave. You said goodbye to Yixing and Joonmyeon, but had to practically kick Minseok out. He didn’t want to leave and insisted on walking you home after work. But you still had 4 hours in your shift and you didn’t want to make him wait.

The first two hours went by fast. Earl asked if you could lock up tonight because he had to go home early. You did really mind doing this, so you agreed and he gave you his spare key. You looked at the time and it was half past midnight. Just an hour and a half until closing time. But the man, he was still there. Still sipping on his coffee. You had refilled his cup 4 times already. He had been sitting there for almost 4 hours and he was making you nervous. You could feel him staring at you. That’s why you felt so relieved when he left 30 minutes to closing time. He just took his coat, left a 20$ bill on the table and left.

By the time it was time to lock up the diner had long been empty. You cleaned the floor and made sure all the tables were wiped. You said goodbye to the other workers and locked the main entrance after them. You headed out the back and locked the door after yourself.

As you were putting the key in your purse you thought you heard someone breathing heavily. This made you nervous, because the dark alley was already creepy enough.

Someone grabbed you, pushing you roughly against the wall. Your breath hitched when youn saw it was the man from the diner. He was stalking you, like a lion would a prey. He was waiting for you so he could do this.

‘‘You-’‘ he put his hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. You knew exactly what his intentions were, but you didn’t want to believe it. His hands felt rough against your soft lips. And the fear kicked in, paired with anger both at your attacker and yourself. Why didn’t you just let Minseok walk you home? Why didn’t you ask one of your coworkers to wait for you? Why did you agree to lock up? This was your fault for not noticing that the guy was obviously dangerous.

“Just don’t fight it and don’t scream” he whispered in your ear and the small hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You felt a warm tear stream down your face. You pushed him with all your strength. He stumbled back for a moment but before you knew it his hands were around your neck. You felt a shriek leave your throat and hoped it was loud enough for someone to hear. Anyone. He was much stronger than he seemed and you quickly felt your mind going blank and vision going black.

Like a prayer answered you found yourself gasping for air as his hands disappeared from your neck. You weren’t quite sure what was happening but you found yourself on the ground with a sharp pain in your temple. You tried desperately to see what was going on but your vision was blurry and your head was pounding.

“Hey, miss are you okay?!”

“Y/N!!”

A/N: I didn’t proof read this one. Hope you guys liked it ٩(♡ε♡ )۶. Thanks for reading.

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thewhiterabbit42 · 7 years ago

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On The Edge

Summary: While Sam and Dean try to beat Lucifer to Cas and Kelly, you’re left behind with Crowley who isn’t acting like himself.

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word count: 6975

Warnings/Tags: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), foreplay, ummm, filth? (Jesus, how did Crowley come out with tamer tags than Gabe?) a little bit of everything as far as feels go.

Written for my 100/200 follower celebration

Requested by: @devilsnevercry1388 Quote: “This must be what going mad feels like.” Kink: Surprise Sex

Author’s Note: The poetry Crowley uses is from Part II of Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. They are my absolute favorite lines from that entire piece and just jumped into my head as I was writing this.

Special thanks to: To my wonderfully amazing beta @sumara62, aka my Jedi Master wise in ways of the force and the comma. You don’t just catch my mistakes, you help me bring to life what I’m trying to convey and I am grateful you know what my wordy ass is trying to say ;) I also want to thank the lovely @blondecoffeecake for keeping my muse fed and helping me take a direction in this story when I got stuck. Oh, and extra thanks for the future crack fic. Probably coming around Christmas.

***Please do not repost or copy my work to any other site without my permission. Giving credit does NOT count.***

The world sits on the edge of a precipice, the Winchesters scrambling to keep it from toppling over. You, on the other hand, sit back at the bunker, arguing with a rather pissed off Crowley who does not like having his hand attached to the furniture. Not that you blame him. You’d be a little miffed if your friends got a little stabby as well.

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell Dean not to leave you with the king of Hell. You might as well be telling him that one day Sam will die. It skitters across his radar before he deftly bats it far out into the stratosphere where reminders of his own mortality have taken up residence. For the most part, you’ve been able to avoid any close, direct contact, but everyone’s luck has to run out sometime.

You just hope yours is the only one that does today.

The problem isn’t that you don’t like Crowley or you think he’s a danger. It’s that you don’t know how you feel about him. The last few years have been especially confusing, the boundaries blurring between ally and enemy, and he’s taken to walking that fine line of cooperation until it benefits him to step off again. The uncertainty puts you in dangerous territory, walking something equally as thin and fragile and you don’t know anyone in their right mind who would want to star in a tightrope act without having a safety net in place.

Yet, out the door your friends run, though you can’t be mad at them. Not only are they trying to stop the devil and save the world, but leaving you behind is their way of protecting you. Leaving Crowley, however, is the one thing they are doing to cover their own hides, and you can’t blame them after the secrets the demon has kept.

Though it does leave you with a royal pain in the ass.

“Crowley, we’ve been over this…”

Over. And over. And over… to the point where you’re one nerve away from finding a spell that will seal his mouth, temporarily or otherwise. He cocks a brow as if he’s heard that and you wonder how privy he really is to your thoughts and how much he just plays dumb.

“You’re not their lap dog, you know,” he tells you. You expect for there to be a hint of disdain accompanying the phrase, but there’s nothing, save that familiar rasp and something that pushes just beyond the fringe of neutrality.

“You’re right,” you agree, though what you’re conveying is far different than the portrait of the undervalued sidekick he’s trying to paint. “I’m not.”

“You’re so much more than they give you credit for,” he continues as if you haven’t even spoken. Then again, that’s Crowley. When all the doors he’s tried are locked, he’s persistent enough to circle back around again to see if there’s any he’s missed.

He’s never tried to pit you against the Winchesters before. Then again, you’ve never been in his sights. Just as you’ve always preferred to stay on the periphery during any dealings, he’s always seemed more than content to overlook your presence.

There’s a heady moment as your eyes connect and there’s no doubt about where his attention is focused now.

“Always tucked away in their shadow, kept on the sidelines, and told to stay behind,” that touch of something in his tone grows louder, and you feel your stomach flutter beneath his unwavering stare. “The truth is, they can hide you all they want and you’re still going to steal the show. Every. Single. Time.”

Your heart picks up a few extra beats and it’s a reminder of why you avoid him in the first place. Your stomach also rumbles and the hunter in you reminds you there’s plenty of space between Crowley and the kitchen. The woman, however, is starving in ways that go beyond not having eaten since that morning, and she is what makes you linger longer than you know is wise.

You expect a smug smile. A little mocking amusement to round out the look. Instead, he simply looks tired, worn in a way that’s beyond your understanding. You wonder if it’s connected to the fact that you only have a single lifetime to endure when he’s had so many.

You also wonder at what point timeless beings lose track of what number they’re on.

Whatever the look is, it’s not one he wears well, and he is most certainly wearing on you as he scrapes the bottom of the barrel trying to get beneath your skin.

“Let me up, kitten,” his tone is lined with silk that caresses over you, ensnaring more than just your hearing. The sudden nickname has you so distracted you almost step straight off the safety of that wire. Despite the weariness that clings to his features, there’s an energy simmering beneath the surface. Your instincts flare, warning you that something is off, and it’s enough to keep your feet firmly planted where they belong.

“I can’t let you up,” your voice comes out a little more breathy than you intend, something that does not go unnoticed. His gaze fixes more intently on you, becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and you unconsciously shift your weight.

Whatever he’s selling, you don’t want any of it.

You don’t even know how you feel about the fact he lied about Lucifer. Is it betrayal churning in the pit of your stomach when you look at him? Is it resistance to the hope that descends now that your anger has abated, insisting that he must have had his reasons? Or is it possible you’re unnerved at how close you came to never seeing him again?

If you’re being honest with yourself, you know which one it is. Most days, however, you don’t like to be. Today is no exception.

You rise from your seat next to him, intention clear in the way your eyes drift to the door.

“Wait,” he insists, his good hand shooting out to grab you by the wrist. Electricity sparks beneath his touch and you almost gasp at the way it shoots up your arm. It ricochets back down the length of you, sending smaller shockwaves off within your chest and stomach. You’re not the only one that feels it and you watch as the darks of his eyes suddenly swallow the cinnamon flecks sprinkled around the centers. It leaves only uncharted and vast green seas staring back at you.

“I can’t do this, Crowley.”

You’re not sure what this even is, only that you don’t intend to stick around to see what he has to say. Surprisingly, he doesn’t stop you. You slip through his grasp with ease, a final jolt sliding through you as his fingers trail lightly over your pulse before dropping away entirely. You can’t even look at him as you leave the room, as you focus on simply getting away.

***

You try to eat something, but find yourself checking your phone more often than bringing food to your mouth, which only results in cold chicken and an even colder appetite. You push your plate away, letting out a long, drawn out breath.

You don’t like that you’re stuck here while your friends are off trying to outsmart the devil. You don’t like how they feel more like family than your actual one does anymore and you’ve let them leave to defuse the most unstable nuke in existence without you. You most certainly do not like the restless energy that thrums until you can’t sit still and your hands itch to do something other than press a button and tap a screen.

Your options, however, remain limited.

You decide clearing the table and doing dishes is as good of one as any. It won’t occupy your mind, but it will help keep your hands busy. You let the water run as hot as it will go, using the scalding temperature to keep you grounded. It’s not enough to drown out the buzzing on the edge of your senses that rises steadily, culminating in an electrifying crescendo.

It’s strange. You can’t remember ever being this keyed up. Not during the apocalypse. Not even when Amara was on the brink of destroying existence. Your friends have come back heroes from worse odds and yet you’re coming apart, stitch by unraveling stitch. It’s more than that, though. You feel as if you’re slowly stepping onto the wrong side of sane until even the simple task of washing silverware requires far more concentration than necessary.

By the time you realize you’re not actually going crazy, it’s too late.

He’s already there by the way the hair on the back of your neck stands on end and his presence crackles on the air. It makes it harder to breathe, or maybe it’s just the sudden realization of how much trouble you’re in depending what side of the line Crowley decides he’s on.

“I’ve tried so hard to stop this from happening,” his smooth voice reaches out from across the room. You have no idea what he’s talking about and with everything that’s happened, you’re not sure if you should be reaching for a weapon, running, or offering him a glass of scotch as a peace offering.

“Day after day, day after day, we stuck, nor breath nor motion…” His voice starts as a murmur, words taking on a smooth, seductive cadence that speaks of something long-endured which rises palpably in the air around him.

“As idle as a painted ship, upon a painted ocean…”

You’ve considered the possibility he went insane the moment he decided to alter the plan to put Lucifer back in the cage. The fact that he’s speaking English but still not making a lick of sense is certainly not helping his case. Then again, at least he’s saying something, since the only way you can track him is through his words.

The way he moves, however, has instincts whispering with warning. You recognize the feeling. It echoes of cases that have slipped beyond your control and you immediately still.

“Water, water, everywhere,” he continues, his presence a slow stalk that inches closer and closer. If you had to guess where he was, it would be just passing the kitchen table.

“And all the boards did shrink…” His voice reappears much nearer than that and he’s closing in faster than you anticipate. “Water, water, everywhere…”

The silence that lapses is deafening. You’re on edge, ears straining, but the only sound you can make out is the rapid beating of your heart. There’s a heady rush as the air around you becomes charged, thick, overwhelming to the point it’s almost suffocating.

This time when he speaks, he’s close enough for his breath to ghost over the shell of your ear.

“Nor any drop to drink.”

His hands move to the counter on both sides of you, and you can only hope this is all just some elaborate plan to unnerve you and not actual insanity.

“I have tried so hard to be good,” he murmurs, his nose pressing lightly against the back of your ear just before he inhales. Deeply.

The fact the king of Hell is smelling you right now suggests his eggs are, indeed, a little more scrambled than usual.

Your body is just as confused as your mind, adrenaline rushing out to combat the threat even as your stomach flutters with excitement. Your hand, however, instinctively closes over a steak knife, the action hidden beneath the foamy layer of bubbles that sway across the water’s surface.

You wonder how much of a head start you could get if you catch him someplace good with it.

“Put the knife down.” This is neither a suggestion nor a threat as if he, too, can hear that song of dissonance that often hums when he’s around.

You do as you’re told, the weapon slipping through your grasp before you pull your hands out and place them on the rim of the sink in plain sight. You know you’re caught. The question is, what is he going to do with you?

“Turn around,” he instructs and, as with the knife, you have no choice but to obey. He steps back, allowing you room to move and as soon as you do, you find yourself face to face with something unexpected.

“Crowley?” This isn’t just a question of what he’s doing. You’re also wondering just who it is you’re looking at because the Crowley you know is many things. Calm. Collected. Clever. At least three steps ahead of everyone. The man in front of you? Looks like whatever thread of logic tying his plan together has become significantly frayed.

The only time you’d seen him this out of sorts was when he’d been hit with a spell that melded his mind with his vessel’s until each personality was wrestling for dominance. You can’t help but wonder if Lucifer had done more than just try to put him in the ground.

“So this is what going mad feels like,” he remarks, and it’s the last thing you want to hear. There’s an odd glow in his eyes, one that echoes with the same manic buzzing skittering between the small gap between your bodies. You don’t know what it is, only that it leaves goosebumps racing across your skin in not an entirely unpleasant way.

“I’m worried about you.” You pause, watching as the darks of his eyes swallow more color in response to your words. “You’re not acting like yourself.”

“Or perhaps I am myself more than I’ve ever been,” he counters, his fingers caressing your cheek. There’s an intimacy beneath his touch that has your eyes going wide, and once again your instincts are telling you to freeze. He pushes your hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ear before fingertips dip down along the curve of your jaw. That same electricity sparks again, this time jolting straight into your pulse until it’s forking through your system to the point your nerve endings are positively tingling.

You do your best to ignore the rush of blood that accompanies it, though you’re aware most is rising to the the surface in a heated flush that is not just limited to your cheeks.

“What do you want?” How you manage to ask is beyond you. Coherent thought is a concept swiftly abandoning you, as is your ability to take in any air.

He smiles, and you have a feeling whatever he’s about to say is not going to bring you any relief.

“Just a taste,” he insists, and there’s no doubt about what he’s after as his gaze drops to your lips. He doesn’t wait for a response, his hand taking you by the chin to guide you toward him. He does move slowly enough, however, to let you know he is asking.

The question, though, appears time limited.

Your mind is present enough to understand this is a terrible, terrible idea, and it transfers that memo to your hands which fly up to his chest as he starts to lean in. Pushing him away, however, is just as decisive as pulling him to you, and once again you cannot move, too scared to leave the safe confines of that careful line in either direction.

It doesn’t stop his lips from meeting yours. It doesn’t prevent the searing heat that unexpectedly blossoms beneath the contact. It most certainly is not stopping it from unfurling across your cheeks, creeping down the length of you or melding with that previous warmth that still has color singing across skin. Once together, it sinks lower, slipping beneath the surface, and sending tendrils through your system as if in search of something.

You have a feeling whatever it’s looking for is a lot more than just a taste.

You feel your legs grow shaky, his tongue sweeping languidly along your lower lip before he draws it into his mouth. The way he suckles it, though, is what has your balance faltering. You almost lose it completely with the gentle nibble that follows and as before, the only thing keeping you from plummeting over the side is that sustained, cautious, lack of response.

He doesn’t try to push for more, but the pressure of his mouth is increasing, that persistent edge within his gaze beginning to enter his movements. With every subsequent kiss, he seems less satisfied, as if the taste he seeks only parches him instead of bringing relief.

You’re proud of yourself for keeping it together, for not letting your senses become ensnared by the scent of his cologne or the lingering taste of scotch that transfers indirectly to your tongue. You do not succumb to the warmth of his body that hovers so close to yours, and you convince yourself if you can just hold on to something, you can keep keep from getting swept away.

Unfortunately, your fingers decide that something happens to be Crowley.

They slip beneath the lapel of his suit, clutching the smooth fabric. You’re not sure if you’re the one that’s dragging him closer, or if he’s taken it as a sign of encouragement and is now moving toward you. Either way, the small gap between your bodies disappears and the world shifts a little sideways as his hips meet yours. The moment he backs you into the sink, your stomach abandons ship, dropping somewhere beneath the floor, and you’re not certain if the noise that catches in the back of your throat is one of alarm or anticipation.

Whatever it is, it spurs him to action, and the fingers beneath your chin break away to thread through the back of your hair. The way he handles you is tender, bordering on the familiarity of a lover’s touch, and the unexpected gentleness has your heart fluttering in ways of which you don’t approve.

Gently he guides your head back, mouth breaking away from yours, but instead of ending the madness, he takes it one step further. Lips and tongue dance over your jaw before dipping down the side of your neck where teeth take hold of your pulse and tug.

“Crowley,” you gasp, his name just another shade of gray on this spectrum of ambiguity you’re caught in.

Part of you knows you shouldn’t be doing this. He’s a demon, the king of Hell, and everything about those two things, and the fact you’re practically a Winchester, should have you ending this. Yet, it’s also not that simple.

He has stood with you against greater evils. He has saved your life on more than one occasion. He has even gone out of his way to protect you. You. Someone who really is just a sidekick to the more important characters in this ongoing cluster for which Chuck has set the stage

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop,” he rasps, soothing over where he’s just nipped. “Tell me to stop and I’ll leave.”

Desire roughens the smooth edges of his words, but as he draws back for a fraction of second, you notice his voice and gaze are at odds with each other. A fleeting glimpse is all you catch, but you almost swear his eyes hold a plea for you to end this. Yet, his lips are descending down the other side of your neck, his tongue teasing its way to your ear where it grazes along the outer edge.

The moment you feel his teeth upon your earlobe, your resolve to remain neutral vanishes.

You grab the sides of his face, fingers splaying over coarse stubble as you pull his head back. His breath grows as still as yours does, or perhaps it’s just the entire world stopping in that brief moment before you give your response. Even you’re not certain what it will be until the words are tumbling from your lips.

“Don’t you dare stop,” you warn, stepping straight off that line into the unknown as your lips rush forward to meet his. Your permission strips away the barriers of his control, his tongue hastily pushing into your mouth, eager to explore.

Your fingers card through his hair, holding his head to yours as if afraid he may pull away at any second. His hands, however, are everywhere, rising up your back, sliding around your side, ghosting over the sides of your breasts before smoothing down the length of you. They land briefly at your waist, fingers taking possession in the form of a light squeeze before slipping down around the back of you. He grabs you right where your thighs meet the curve of your ass, and he takes a moment to appreciate this part of you before deftly hoisting you into the air.

You fold against him, your arms resting on his shoulders and legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, trapping his increasingly hardening length between your bodies. You’re vaguely aware he’s taking you somewhere, but that tongue of his is doing things to yours that makes it hard to think of anything else. It’s not until he sets you down on something solid that you realize he’s brought you to the kitchen table.

You take some time to get a taste of him, but it’s clear neither of you are satisfied with just this. You need to feel his hands on your skin, his body pressed to yours, and neither of those is happening with how much clothing you both still have on. Your fingers begin to pluck at the buttons on your shirt when his hands come up and cover yours.

“Allow me,” he offers, and a sudden chill washes over you as your entire top layer disappears in the blink of an eye.

He hardly gives your bare skin a glance, foregoing sight to take in this new aspect of you through touch. His mouth comes down on your shoulder and he places hot, open mouthed kisses along it before making his way lower. Teeth and tongue come out to add taste to his exploration, and they expertly tease along the ridge of your collarbone, drawing from you an appreciative hum.

His hands slide up to the band of your bra, though only one of them takes hold of the fabric before deftly undoing the hooks. A smile tugs at your lips. It’s such a subtle and very Crowley-esque move.

“Show off,” you tease, and for a moment, he looks like himself again, a cocky smirk stretching across his features as his head hovers just over the swell of your breasts.

“If you think that’s impressive, I’m just getting started.”

His gaze never leaves yours as his hands resume their course, moving up behind your shoulders with that same, feather-light touch. He hooks his fingers beneath the straps, drawing them down your arms before he removes the article altogether. The sudden coolness has your nipples hardening, and even as he tosses the garment over his shoulder, his eyes are still on yours and that confident grin remains in place

The promise that gleams within hazel breathes vitality back into his features, and that heat burning its way through your blood pools straight between your legs

The king has returned and the way his stare slides down the length of you, his entire kingdom now sits before him.

His eyes linger, as if committing every curve to memory, before his hands reach up to cup your breasts. You exhale, a soft sigh passing your lips from the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Tension releases though there’s a different one slowly growing in its place as his thumbs tease over hardened nubs. A band of pleasure begins to stretch beneath your stomach, growing tauter as his mouth dips down, tongue teasing languid circles around sensitive peaks.

Your hands splay out along his lower back, and luxury resonates in the smoothness of the garment that whispers through your touch. You grab a fistful of fabric, hastily untucking it from his pants before delving within to grab his ass. It’s firmer than you expect, and your fingers take ownership before pulling him tight against you.

The table begins to sway as you roll your hips against him, a soft creaking underlying your gasps and sighs that punctuate the silence. You feel him twitch against you, a low moan rumbling in the back of his throat.

“Easy, kitten, or I’m liable to just bend you over and take you right here,” he warns. He’s only partially joking. The energy beneath his skin suddenly spills over onto yours, and the frantic cadence to which it beats leaves you wondering just how he hasn’t just taken you already.

“Then why don’t you?” You question, enjoying the way his eyes flutter as you rub yourself against him again.

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined this.” Everything gives a sudden shift, apology lacing his words and vying for a spot within his gaze. As he drinks in the sight of you – your lips swollen from his attention, your skin ablaze with your own heightened desire, the way your sex is so wet the dampness is spreading to his pants – there’s an undeniable thirst that overtakes everything other than the driving need to quench it.

“I’m not complaining,” you breathe, and his stare turns wholly unapologetic as you take hold of him through his trousers, thumb smoothing over the tip straining through the dark material.

“Eager, are we?” He chuckles. “So am I. Though perhaps we should move someplace a little more comfortable?”

You expect him to magic you into your bed. Any bed, really. What you don’t expect is to find yourself in his lap in the middle of the library. There’s just enough room for you both in the giant, antique leather armchair you’ve dubbed the throne by how he never fails to commandeer it when around.

“I may have imagined this however…” You blink and your last remaining article of clothing disappears along with all of his. “On a number of occasions.”

You’ve always wondered what lay beneath that suit of his. It takes you a moment to wrap your head around the fact that for a moment, it’s all yours.

Your hands take in the lean planes of his chest, smoothing over the tops of his shoulders before dipping down along the corded muscle of his biceps. They come to rest at the crook of his elbows, and you look up at him through lashes with a combination of coyness and shyness.

The latter is something you’re not used to feeling, though you suppose you’re also unaccustomed to sitting astride an actual king’s lap.

“Touch yourself, darling. Show me how you like it.”

A thrill sings straight down the center of you, and you’re not sure what turns you on more: the sensual lilt his voice takes on or the wickedness that burns within his stare. You want to obey him, but you are all too familiar with what your touch is like, and you have waited far too long to feel his.

“I have a better idea,” you tell him, lips curling carnally as you raise off the chair. He tilts his head curiously as you turn around before lowering yourself again. You settle your legs on either side of him and his breath hitches as you sit back down, intentionally rubbing yourself against him in the process.

“Well, you certainly have my attention,” he murmurs, his hands gliding along your inner thighs before coming up to rest on your hips. The sensation fuels your excitement, and it’s a concentrated effort to keep your movements slow and steady. Your hand overlays his, index finger lining up tip to tip, before you pluck his grip from your side and place it over your mound.

“You want to know what I like?” You purr, dragging his finger along your folds, wetting it with your slick. “I like the thought of you touching me.”

“As do I,” he drawls, his free hand sliding up over your stomach, brushing along your rib cage before finally closing over your breast. You let out a whimper and guide the finger in your possession to your clit. You start him with slow, sensual circles, teasingly light in pressure. His other hand takes a sensitive bud between fingertips, alternating between rolling and gentle tugs.

The combined sensations has you mewling and the embers of your desire catching fire. You allow him to take the reins, rewarding his efforts by rocking back against him. You relish the way his breathing begins to pick up, matching yours as an increasing tempo of ragged gasps interspersed with moans.

“Is this really the way you like it?” He rasps, his tongue flicking out around the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps skittering across skin. “Or are you someone who likes things a little rougher?”

He pinches your nipple harder, your pleasure soaring as he simultaneously increases the pressure with the finger between your legs.

“I like anything, so long as you’re the one doing it.”

You’re not sure where the confession comes from, only that it’s stumbling past your lips faster than you can catch it. His cock twitches against you and the moment you realize what buttons you’ve pushed, you can’t resist hitting hitting them again

“I’ve always wanted you to touch me,” you continue, “To know what it was like to have your hand down my pants.”

Deep down, you always wanted it to be him fucking you into those cheap motel mattresses, instead of all the random drunks from the bar.

The snarl that rises in the back of his throat suggests he does, indeed, hear far more than he lets on, and his teeth flash out across your neck, his nip wholly ungentle. His finger picks up speed and you let out a whine, your legs beginning to shudder as those flames lick more insistently at your core.

You’re so close, teetering on the brink of release, when you feel his breath fall heavily against your ear.

“I’m going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing,” he promises, and it’s the decadent silk within his tone that ignites your senses, sending those flames into a crescendo of heated bliss that sings across your system.

As your walls shudder around nothing, however, you feel more than a little incomplete.

You barely finish coming when the world shifts around you in a blur. You don’t even have time to blink when you find yourself face to face with him once more. The odd glow remains in his eyes but it’s grown so much brighter, pushing the fringe of feral as he grabs you by the back of head and drags your lips back to his.

His tongue slides over yours and as he’s in the process of reclaiming your mouth his hands shift. The fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips are as demanding as his kiss. His cock is positively throbbing, and you reach between the two of you to give him some relief. There’s a half-growl, half-moan that hums against your lips as you work your hand over the shaft, sliding up around his tip which is dripping with pre-cum.

His grip over you tightens as he jerks you up to your knees. You know what he wants, and the fact he wants it now has your legs trembling with anticipation.

The manic energy buzzing beneath his skin hits a fever pitch as he lines himself up with your entrance. His fingers become possessive, tips pushing to the point it’s almost painful as he pulls you down upon him. The movement is faster than you expect, and he swallows the sharp cry you give with his mouth. You’re so wet, the only resistance he encounters is from the fact it’s been awhile since you’ve slept with anyone.

After a few, short thrusts he’s fully sheathed and there’s a satisfied rumble that spreads through his chest. He holds you there a moment, allowing you to adjust, or perhaps he, like you, is simply taking the time to savor how he feels inside you. You can’t remember the last time you felt this good, your walls stretched to the max, but not uncomfortably so. It brings with it a feeling of completeness you’ve always been missing with other men.

You have a feeling it has nothing to with Crowley’s size, though it certainly is kingly.

His hands slip down the curve of your ass, resuming their insistent grip as he urges you to start. You begin to move slowly, enjoying the feel of him languidly dragging across your walls and the way he perfectly hits that sensitive spot inside from this angle. The moment his grip passes the threshold of pain, however, you decide you’ve both waited long enough.

The next time you raise up, you take a moment to tease his tip along your entrance, in and out, in then out, before abruptly slamming down onto him. You catch him by surprise and are rewarded with a guttural half-grunt, half-groan. You repeat the movement, and this time he moans, deep and loud, and before you can do it again he’s taking control, thrusting up into you with slow but hard strokes.

The sudden roughness awakens something in you, and you realize just how much you need this – him. Your nails rake over his back, leaving raised paths of pink in their wake. Your teeth take hold of his bottom lip and you don’t just tug, you bite. The next breath he takes hisses in through his teeth and for a moment you’re afraid it’s too hard.

“The kitten has claws,” he murmurs in approval, picking up the pace.

The chair begins to rock beneath you, wood groaning in protest, and every now and then there’s a high pitched squeak as the entire seat jerks across the floor. His hand flashes up to the back of your head, pulling your hair and drawing you back, exposing your throat to him. His teeth leave a trail of stings in their wake and the sensations he’s creating has heat lapping at your core once more.

Your eyes slip closed, and you’re amazed at how fast he already has you ascending back up that blissful summit. Everything suddenly stills, from the noises unconsciously slipping through your lips to your very breath as you focus entirely on him. The way he’s pistoning in and out of you. How it feels as he hits that inner wall whenever he gives a particularly deep thrust, burying himself as far as he can go. From how surprisingly warm his body is to the feel of his skin against yours, you have an inexplicable urge to remember every detail you can about this encounter.

“Look at me,” his voice breaks through the riptide of sensation you’re all but lost in, drawing you back.

You do as he asks and something shifts. That driving need he’s been battling slides a little further beneath the surface, his thrusts slowing as his hand comes up and cups your cheek. The thumb that grazes along your lower lip is tender, his penetrating stare speaking with an emotion far less casual than you’d ever expect from him.

He doesn’t just want you, he wants all of you, and that does more for you than seeing him wild with desire ever could.

“You are perfection,” he marvels, and the way he looks at you it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. In many ways you feel the same, this man before you almost a stranger in comparison to the one you thought you knew. The weariness still clinging to the lining of green has a different word whispering across your mind: human.

You don’t have time to dwell on the revelation. His thumb brushes across your clit, causing you to shudder as sparks shoot from beneath his touch. You clench around him, wanting this to feel as good as he’s making it feel for you, and you realize just how little you’ve given in return.

It’s time to fix that.

“Enjoy the ride, sire,” you tell him, loving the way desire darkens in his gaze at the term. You give a few slow roll of your hips before you begin to raise up off him, bouncing on his cock at a steadily increasing pace.

He allows you to take over, eyes riveted to your features. He’s drinking in every detail, watching every nuance and expression as if enraptured. Perhaps, like you, he feels the need to commit you to memory. Whatever his reason, he pays more attention to you now than he has the entire time he’s known you, and that bundle of nerves is receiving the majority of it, his finger swirling around and around as he continuously adjusts the pressure.

It isn’t long before both your sensitive spots are singing, from one of his tips or from another. The symphony he creates is carnal, filled with decadence and heat, much of which flows from his stare alone. He’s proud of the song he’s creating, the notes striking chords within him as well that have him humming right along side you. He holds back, however, waiting for your blissful tune to finish before he writes the rest of his.

The chorus is rapidly approaching, a crescendo building until you’re standing at that edge once again. You’re so close you can peer right over it, but as your eyes slip shut in preparation for the fall, his voice draws you back.

“Look at me,” he rasps and you realize he wants to watch more than just your features when you tumble over the brink. You open your eyes again and you’re surprised at the depth in which green has become illuminated, a stark contrast to the darkness in his pupils that are so vast and wide. Impulse takes you by the hand, drawing your palm against his cheek. As an unexpected tenderness settles within your chest, you realize just how deep you are in this.

The way the sentiment echoes within his gaze, you also realize you’re not alone. It takes you a few moments to work your way back to that peak. You’re still wrapping your mind around the fact this is, by far, the most intimate thing you’ve ever done with anyone. You manage to maintain the eye contact, daunting as it is, as you line yourself back up with that ledge. The sweet symphony sends its final wave of notes singing through you and you take that final leap, your movements stuttering as you drop straight into the heated verdant waters that continue to stare at you.

This time, when you come you feel so full and whole, it almost aches.

You have yet to hit the ground again when his hands slip down your waist and you can tell he’s grappling to remain in control. His grip is bruising, and suddenly he’s slamming into you at such a breakneck pace you can’t even make a sound. The impassioned gleam within his gaze carries with it that touch of madness, releasing it in a final, bright burst as soon as his rhythm grows unsteady.

He gives a few final thrusts, his hips rising off the chair as he pushes into you as far as he can go. His cock pulsates before spilling his seed inside of you, something you don’t normally allow anyone else to do.

Perhaps Crowley’s crazy is catching.

Your body melts against him. You know you should move, but you can’t seem to extricate yourself from him, You don’t want to let him go. You don’t want this moment to end. You know beyond a doubt there’s no going back from here, but you’re not sure what going forward means either, and hiding a few more moments while you’re both in limbo seems far less intimidating.

“It’s always been you.” He breathes his ragged confession against your neck and this time the entire universe grinds to a halt. It’s probably as close as he’ll ever be able to come to saying the three words that hold more power to create or destroy than any spell or ritual ever could. For the king of Hell, this is immense, and brings with it a startling burst of clarity, that has all but a few pieces of today’s puzzle sliding into place.

You swallow, head slowly drawing back so you can look him in the eye.

“Crowley…” Your tongue almost fumbles at the rising emotion that threatens to cut off your words. “What’s going on?”

The smile he gives is open, full of adoration and a sadness that squeezes around more than just your throat. It feeds the fear rising in your chest, and you can’t help but feel like something awful is going to happen. It makes your grip over him grow tighter, more possessive, and now you have no intentions of letting him go.

“For once, I’m going to do the right thing,” he says, an unmistakable apology resonating beneath his tone. A heavy sense of foreboding washes over you. Logic becomes bypassed and you no longer care what it is he’s talking about. All you can think about is the sudden, visceral need to tell him no one else has ever meant anything to you, either. It’s always been him.

A sudden weight dampens his features, one that has weariness returning ten fold while something suspiciously looking like guilt and regret mutes his stare. You have a feeling you don’t need to say a word to him, but it doesn’t stop you from trying. The moment you open your mouth, however, he vanishes, leaving you with nothing but the fading warmth of his heat on leather and the chilly bunker air.

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