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anemonelovesfiction · 7 months ago

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18~ Trapped Together

Aged Up! Rotxo x Fem! Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️: P! In V!, light mentions of eating out, light mentions of handjob

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MDNI 🔞

This was a hard one to come up with and I feel it was rushed? What do you guys think?

Word Count: 2k

I’m human.

He’s Na’Vi.

How convenient was it that we’d both chosen the same hiding spot to avoid getting caught after Spider had introduced everyone to the game of hide and seek. I placed my hand on my beating heart in an attempt to calm myself after having found him in here, his head and ears had perked up as soon as my frightened squeak had left my lips, although he had already been looking in my direction as I’m sure my footsteps had made him aware of my presence.

“I did not mean to scare you,” He sweetly proclaims as he holds both of his giant hands out to show he meant no harm, its funny how there are some parallels within our species when it comes to expressing things.

“I can find another place to hide since you were already-“ I pause as he raises the back of his hand to touch his lips in an attempt to get me to stop talking, all I could do was stare dumbfounded until hearing the slightest echo come through the cave.

“Is anybody in there?” Tuk’s tiny voice bounces through the cave and I can feel the hairs from my body standing up as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t have. I can feel my body stiffen and my eyes widen as I look over at Rotxo whose mimicking my movements, a shiver runs past my spine as I hear her footsteps and am unsure if she’s attempting to walk into the cave or if she’s decided to walk away.

“If you leave now you will get caught.” Rotxo whispers, but it was kind of obvious, Tuk’s curious nature would lead her in the cave to double check if anyone else was in there since she’d failed to investigate in the first place and that would count against both teams.

This wouldn’t have mattered had we been playing a normal game of hide-and-seek, but we weren’t. Spider had decided to make a bet between the Omatikaya and Metkayina, whichever party got captured in its entirety would have to do the other players chores for a week. Knowing Rotxo’s playful nature he wouldn’t want to be the first one caught from his own team, but he also knew how Tuk’s brain worked, hence his willingness to share this hiding spot.

“You’re only saying that so you don’t get caught and cost your team a point.” I whispered back with an amused look in my eyes, withholding my laughter, a smile playing at my lips as I stared into his gorgeous honey-green eyes. His own small smile making an appearance.

“Want to play our own game until they give up on finding us?” He suggests, I could honestly use a distractor to keep me from getting bored, plus the longer we played the more I could bond with him and not have to rely on staying friends with the younger children who were more open and curious about being close to a human, Tsireya was open but was often busy teaching many children how to dive.

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The game was called nervous and you got five seconds to touch the other person somewhere on their body to make them nervous, and considering the size of his hands compared to mine, he was bound to touch my entire body in two turns! Okay maybe not two, but it would be pretty damn close.

His innocent and adorable face mixed with his not-so-innocent touching was what got us into our current make out session, my lungs were burning and begging me to put my mask back on but I couldn’t bring myself to care, just a few more seconds, I’d learned to hold my breath like everyone else and my body was craving more intimate touches.

But it didn’t take long for him to slide my mask onto my face right as he’d disconnected his lips from mine and I’d decided to take in a big breath of air at that moment, my body somehow having landed on his lap.

“You have to stop waiting too long between breaths, Y/n.” He stated sternly although the amusement danced around his eyes, one of his hands on my waist and the other on the back of my head to hold the mask steady. I could only stare between his eyes and his mouth before he eventually got the hint and playfully rolled his eyes.

“How much longer are we going to keep playing this game?” I asked although I didn’t seem to mind playing it.

“Are you bored of it already?” He asks with his head tilting to the side some.

“I think I want to play something else,” I shift in his lap and hear him inhale through his nose, feeling the softest of bulges beginning to poke me, knowing exactly what I was doing “And it feels like you do too.”

It hadn’t taken long for him to undress me, his fingers had carefully grazed along my flesh every once in a while, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. The softest of flicks of his tongue along my breast and the rest of my body, most importantly my pussy, had a dizzying affect on me and easily had my head dragging along the floor of the cave making a mess of my hair.

My own hands had looked comically small in comparison to his cock but at that moment I hadn’t cared, as I attempted to wrap one hand around it and struggling until I brought my other hand up for assistance. The amount of precome leaking from the tip as I teased his head was surprising, enough for me to manage to spread it around his entire shaft, then again given their size and how gifted the metkayina men appeared to be, I should have expected it.

“I do not want to finish yet-“ He gently pries my hands off of him, I look up at him through my mask and nod gently, tempted to lick the precome off my hands but stopping myself as it meant I’d have to take my mask off.

“Why don’t you lay down for me?” He suggests with a half smile and I smile shyly back at him, laying myself down onto the floor of the cave, some sand having snuck in and prickling my skin lightly.

I’m carefully holding the upper half of my body up by using my elbows for balance as he kneels down, placing his own hands between mine.

“Take a breath,” He states as one of his hands come up from between our bodies, carefully taking a hold of the bottom of my mask, I take a deep breath in and feel him lift the mask off me, his lips coming onto mine.

He slowly uses his lips to push against my mouth, causing me to lower myself onto the floor, feeling his other hand slowly trail down my side, grasping my hip and gently squeezing it, pulling back from our kiss and placing the mask back on my face.

“Are you ready?” He asks sweetly and all I could do was nod, one of his hands coming back to tuck itself under my chin, forcing it upright, making my eyes meet his.

“Words, please.”

“I am ready,”

“Will you tell me if I hurt you?” He asks sweetly and it makes my heart melt.

“You are rather tiny, compared to your body, I am kind of big,” He points at myself and himself respectively. I could only place my hand on his to get him to look back over at me.

“I promise I will tell you if it hurts too much.” I stated honestly, my hand going from his over toward his cheek, taking my own mask off and kissing him before placing the mask back on.

He nods once and shifts his weight between his knees on the floor, his cock still hard and leaking precome, bobbing lightly at his movements. I lay myself down and watch as he cages my body in with his, one of his hands going down to stroke his cock twice before placing himself up against me, slowly pushing in.

I could feel myself stretch to accommodate to his size, a huge sigh leaving my lips, I could see his head moving fast and his ears flickering before facing me, eyes checking mine for any sign of pain.

“I’m fine, keep going,” I urged, one of his hands cupping my mask where my cheek was.

“I promise,” I repeated again with a nod.

I could see him wince lightly before slowly pushing his hips back in, grazing against a special spot making me moan loudly, hearing it echo around the cave as he continues pushing in.

“Feel good?” He asks and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice, I could only answer with a sharp cry as he continues grazing against that same spot. I could finally feel his hips against my own, his balls slapping against my ass lightly.

At some point I must have wrapped my legs around his waist as I attempt to push myself into him to feel more of his cock pushing inside me, feeling giddy as I did so, my heart rate accelerating.

“More,” I stumbled to think in Na’Vi but managed to utter that word out, feeling cock drunk at the moment, and feeling him sliding out while gliding against the same spot had me seeing stars, I grunted as I attempted to grind my hips upward but failed at meeting his thrust back in, only howling in pleasure as he did, my voice bouncing around the cave.

“Shh, you do not want them to catch us, do you?” He whispers in my ear and I bring my bottom lip up between my teeth to hush myself at that moment, biting down harder as he thrusts back in, the distinct sound of his balls slapping on my skin being heard.

“I’m close-“ I huff out and close my eyes tightly as I feel the tip of his penis slightly kissing my womb.

“You’re very tight, you feel amazing,” He mumbles into my neck before feeling his canines nibble down onto my neck, causing me to clench down onto him, feeling his cock hitting the best spots inside me all over again.

“Rotxo I’m going to-“ I didn’t even get to fi ish that sentence as I came over his cock still thrusting deep into me, hearing him groan loudly at the feeling of my orgasm as he attempted to continue his previously set pace, failing to do so as he too comes. His cock spurting hot ropes of cum into my waiting womb, desperation filling him as he attempts to push his cock deep within me as he comes undone.

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“Where are Rotxo and Y/n!” Ao’nung asks in a frustrated fashion after having been searching for the pair alongside the his sister, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Spider, and Kiri. Tuk had been following the big kids as they searched for the two missing from their group.

Everyone desperate to find the other person not belonging to their group in order to win the bet, and each side growing frustrated at not being able to find the other player.

“What about that cave?” Tsireya is quick to ask as she points toward it.

“Nobody was in there when I checked earlier.” Tuk pipes up as she twirls around on the sand before them, picking up one of the seashells from the floor and marveling at it’s beauty.

“Did you actually look inside or ask if anyone was in there before moving on?” Lo’ak asks with his hands crossed across his chest.

Tuk just shrugged it off as she continued picking up more shells off the ground, finding more interest in them than she had during her game of hide-and-seek. Her childlike wonder having gotten the best of her, making her forget all about the bet that was going on.

“You do know if both of them are in there this game ends in a tie, right?” Kiri asks as she attempts to not roll her eyes at Ao’nung and Lo’ak.

“So?” Ao’nung was quick to say.

“That means nobody does any extra chores.” Neteyam points out.

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chloessleepystories · 1 year ago

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A New Treat

Mind control, Drugged, Female/Female

"Trick or treat!!"

A common scene in suburban Anytown, USA. Small children running from house to house, shrieking, parents walking along behind them. And two teenage girls, with a bit of gore makeup and torn clothes - just enough to suggest zombie versions of themselves, but not so much that they weren't still attractive - standing on a porch, in the light of an open door.

“Well, what have we here?” the man said, leaning on the door frame with an easy smile. “The sexy zombie, an excellent choice.”

The blonde one giggled. “You think we’re sexy, mister?” she said, throwing out a hip.

“Don’t be gross, Jess,” muttered the other zombie.

The man laughed. “You guys look great. How old are you? Still in school?”

“We’re seniors. We were supposed to go to a party, but our friends bailed on us after we already had our faces on, so we thought we’d take a walk, get some candy.”

“Wise choice. You haven’t had too much of ‘Aren't you a little too old for trick-or-treating,’ I hope...”

“Nah,” said Jess. “Once or twice, but overall, people have been really nice. What’s the harm, right? It's Halloween!”

“Exactly. And better than a lot of things teenagers could be getting up to. Hang on."

The man turned, and passed his hand over the big bowl of little candy before reaching into the little bowl full of big candy. He handed the girls a pair of chocolate bars.

"Full size candy bars? Awesome! Thanks!"

"Happy Halloween, you two. Have fun tonight."

He smiled, showing his teeth.

They waved, and hopped down the steps, giggling as they headed toward the next house.

The man closed the door slowly, watching them go. On the back of the door was a small chalkboard, with a piece of chalk attached by string. He carefully took the chalk and added two tally marks to the marks already counted there ...

***

The leaves were crunchy underfoot as Jessika and Dionne crossed the quiet suburban street. It was dark enough that there were fewer kids out now. Most of the younger ones had been taken home.

“My bag is getting heavy,” said Jess.

“Oh, poor baby! I’ve got so much candy, I can hardly carry it all,” laughed her friend. “ ‘I can’t close my wallet cuz it’s too full of fifties, and my diamond shoes are too tight.’ ”

“Stop it.” She gave Dee a playful shove.

It was a nice warm night, warmer than average for Halloween. A nice night for a nice walk with her best friend.

“I’m gonna start eating my candy, I’m hungry.”

Then they both shouted, “Hungry for SUGARRRRR…” One of their many pointless running gags, whose origins were lost in time.

“So what’s your boyfriend doing tonight?” asked Jessika, rummaging in her bag.

“Oh, you know, nothing much. Just being useless. Call of Duty, I think, or one of those games that’s more important than going to a party with his – What?”

Jess had let out a squeal. “I forgot about this! Lookit that big-ass slab of chocolate…” She produced the bar from the man they’d dubbed “Mr King Size” – a nickname that had kept them in stitches for blocks. “I’m starting with this … “

It was some kind of off-brand chocolate – not a name they’d ever heard of before. But that didn’t matter, “Chocolate Fog” was exactly what she needed right then. She tore it open and broke off a piece, then moaned, in shocked exuberance.

“Holy cow, what am I eating?! My mouth just had an orgasm!”

“Gimme!”

“You got your own …”

“One piece!”

“Damn, it even smells good. Here, smell it.” She held the chocolate under Dionne’s nose, and was a little impressed – and a little aroused – when she saw her friend’s eyes flutter. Dee’s mouth hung open a little, and her eyes glazed for a second.

“Oh, fuck, that smells divine. Where’s mine …”

Dionne had to fight back a sudden impulse to dump the whole bag out just to find the candy bar. She got on her knees on the sidewalk and dug around with both hands and it didn’t take long to find the biggest piece of candy. In seconds she had torn off one end of the wrapper, broken off a square, and stuffed it in her mouth.

“Oh godd why is that so good …” moaned Dionne, lying back on the sidewalk. “Am I just that chocolate-starved?”

“Get up, you lunatic!” laughed Jess. She had already chewed up a second piece, and was licking her chocolatey fingers. “Mmmm, I’m definitely going to have to find some more of these at the store …” She sucked on her fingers, not wanting to take them out of her mouth, in case she found a little more chocolate taste. “Geffup,” she said indistinctly, giving her friend a gentle kick.

Dionne leapt dutifully to her feet, and they walked on. “Here, I’ll show you good I think it is,” said Dee. She peeled back the paper and sucked on one end of the bar, then started pushing it slowly into her mouth. Her moans took on a sexual quality.

“Eww you’re disgusting!!” screamed Jess, finally taking the fingers out of her mouth.

Dionne put a hand to the back of her own head, and pushed her head onto the chocolate, simulating someone forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jess howled with laughter as she broke off another square.

Dee had felt the chocolate hit the back of her throat, just for a second, and now, as she pulled the bar slowly out of her mouth, strings of drool hanging between it and her lips, she panted. A light sheen of sweat showed on her face as they approached the streetlight, and her eyes seemed a little out of focus as she gasped breathlessly.

“Here, watch this,” said Jessika. The square had been melting between her warm fingers for a moment, but now she held it up to run her tongue over and around the dark chunk. Around and around her tongue swirled, as she made oral love to it, watching her friend with a smirk.

Dee licked her lips as she watched, mesmerized … staring at the chocolate. Staring at her friend’s tongue. Jess popped it into her mouth, and Dee, still not smiling, just watched. Watched her lips as she chewed, the tongue that came out to lick the lips … Then her eyes moved to Jess’s chocolatey fingers.

With a sudden grab for her wrist, she sucked Jess’s fingers into her wet, warm mouth. Dee’s eyes closed and she shuddered a little as she tasted the chocolate. Waves of pleasure tremored through her body and she moaned, and kept sucking, working her tongue between the fingers, poking her fingernails into the back of her throat.

“Oh god,” Jessika breathed, open-mouthed at this performance. Dionne really looked like a zombie for the first time all night – heavy-lidded, dull-brained, drooling, and needy.

Having her best friend suckle on her fingers was sending warm tingles through Jess’s core. A fluttering in her belly … and lower …

“Hey … Hey Dee –“ she gasped, pulling her wet fingers back to grab the chocolate bar. She broke off a piece, then waved in front of her zombified friend’s face. Dionne’s eyes followed it back and forth, her mouth open slightly. Jessika put it between her own lips, holding it in place with her teeth, and smiled.

Dionne didn’t hesitate. She moved in, kissing her friend passionately. They bit the chocolate in half and each kept chewing and tasting while sucking on each other’s tongues, hands groping their clothing, their skin …

Jess’s hand pressed into Dee’s cunt.

Dee lifted Jess’s sweater to squeeze her breast.

Jess bit Dee on the neck, licking and sucking.

Dee hungrily brought her lips to Jess’s nipple, even as she squirmed against Jess’s insistent fingers.

Jessika pulled her tight little sweater and bra over her head, smiling.

Dionne pushed her friend back into a huge pile of leaves, and leapt on her, devouring her juicy tits, lifting her skirt, ripping off her panties, and diving tongue first into the first pussy she’d ever tasted. It was juicy, and warm, and delicious, and her mind swooned with flavor and desire and need.

Jess held her friend’s head in place, humping against her lips, knowing her turn was next, needing to give as much as she was receiving.

Dee growled like a werewolf.

Jess screamed like a banshee …

Later, as they rested in the crunchy pile of leaves – feeling like children, but not at all like children, resting from their play that was more than play – Dee stroked Jess’s hair as Jess cooed and smiled muzzily.

“That was amazing,” murmured Dee. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Jess looked up, kissed her friend’s mouth. “Let me take you home. I’ll sneak you into my bedroom for a while before you have to go home.”

Dionne bit her lip, thinking. Her boyfriend wouldn’t even miss her.

“We’ve still got some of that chocolate left,” Jessika sing-songed.

Dee grinned. “Deal.” And they helped each other out of the leaves and into their clothes, and walked off hand in hand, to enjoy more of this new treat they’d found … each other.

#chocolate fog #mind control #sleepytimechloe #drugged #female female

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srjlvr · 1 year ago

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SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time, two runaway royals found their peace and comfort in each other” — sim jake

sim jake x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers , fake relationship , he fell first but she fell harder , runaway royals , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of pregnancy(nothing serious i promise trust me) , mentions of food (not specifically, just meals). | NOT FULLY PROOFREAD!!

WORD-COUNT ; 6.9k+

NOTE. i admit, it took me a while to finish it and gosh im so disappointed in this one too omfg- its kinda awful at first but it gets a bit better towards the end(?) just hope y’all won’t be disappointed ! hints of sunghoon’s story are here as well<3

“did someone ever told you how pretty you are?”

“yes, numerous times actually”

“we’d make a pretty couple together”

you rolled your eyes for the nth time this week. it’s your fifth date for this week so far, you’ve honestly had enough of your parents setting you up with disgusting princes who search for nothing but your beauty to show off.

“no, not with you sorry” you replied and quickly left the place back to your palace.

“i can’t believe you keep setting me up with some creeps!” you disturbed your parents’ dinner and barged into the dining room.

“sweetie you already know why we’re doing this,” your mother spoke, “you need to find someone to marry already! your older sister already did that”

“i don’t care about my older sister nor marriage, those filthy princes care nothing but my face”

“well that’s a good thing then! you’re very popular amongst the princes you know”

you groaned. your parents will never get you, will they?

every person you’ve met, every prince that you went on a date with, each one of them kept complimenting you and your beauty.

all princes are the same, you’re sure of that.

you’ve heard dozens of times the same sentences again and again.

“we’d make a pretty couple together” , “my future kingdom will be happy to have such a pretty queen like you” , “if i’ll marry you i won’t need to worry about having beautiful children” — yuck.

all you want is someone to notice you and care for you not because of your beauty, you want someone to love you because of your personality, not because of how pretty you look in their eyes.

what’s so special about you and your beauty anyway?

ever since you were born your parents showed off your beauty. even your older sister didn’t get much attention.

your beauty is clearly beyond compare and because of that you got pretty popular amongst the royals. every kingdom knows you as the most beautiful princess out there.

they made you some kind of trophy, that whoever gets you is a winner. it’s disgusting.

objecting you is disgusting and considering you as a trophy is sickening.

you can’t lie, you’d definitely date yourself if you could, but you believe that there’s a lot more beyond than your beauty only.

“the date didn’t work out?” your father asked you.

“obviously,” you rolled your eyes, “you should stop trying to set me up with princes”

“not going to happen until you find someone to marry” your mother glared at you, “we’ve set you a new date tomorrow, you should go sleep early today”

you sighed and went back to your room.

you have to stop this, until when are you going to suffer?

this is your only chance. run away now or never.

at night, you packed your stuff. you hate the fact that your closet is full with dresses. stupid princess’ dress code.

you packed only small amount of dresses, and a lot of money. tons of money.

you waited for the right time and when it was late enough, you sneaked out slowly and surely.

when the cold breeze hit your skin you shivered but smiled, you were finally free.

you ran away, far away from your palace and hometown.

you ran until you saw a tall building, probably a hostel where you could stay for the night.

“welcom— are you princess y/n or am i just blind” the one who sat behind the counter greeted you.

“um i think you got mistaken” you chuckled nervously.

“oh, okay. it must be late and i’m just tired” he said, “how can i help you?”

you ended up spending the night in the small hostel. it’s not something you’re used for, but luckily, you could easily adjust that kind of life.

you left early in the morning, not wanting to get noticed by anyone as you were still a bit close to you hometown and the citizens might still recognize you. you couldn’t take that risk of being caught.

a few hours passed and hybe’s kingdom was a chaos yet again.

this time, the queen was a bit angry since someone ditched her son.

“how can that princess just not show up!” she shout angrily.

“jake, i promise i’ll talk with her mother and sort this whole thing out” she added.

jake sighed. it was supposed to be his fifth date for this week and he’s been more than tired of his mother’s endless nagging about marriage.

out of all the seven brothers, she chose to bother jake the most, setting him up for loads and countless dates.

today, he was supposed to have a date with a princess named l/n y/n or something. he honestly couldn’t care less at this point.

he had never heard about that princess, but his mother couldn’t stop praising her for her beauty.

she can’t be that pretty, right?

it was later that day when your kingdom announced you as missing.

your parents woke up to nothing but anxious feeling around the palace as you were supposed to be awaken up earlier than usual but were nowhere to be found.

your mother cursed under her breath, not only that her daughter is missing, now she has to deal with the queen of hybe’s kingdom and her son.

how is she going to face them now?

she paid a visit in hybe’s kingdom a few hours later, speaking with the queen and trying to calm her down.

“she’s missing, nowhere to be found around the kingdom” your mother told the other queen.

“i understand, we’ll do our best to help you find her. it’s unbelievable that a princess is running away just like that”

jake, who heard the whole conversation grew some curiosity about you.

how dare a royal blood run away like that? is it that easy? how are you doing right now and how did you even manage to run away?

he jumped from his bed and walked to his older brother heeseung.

“hey!” he called heeseung who was busy daydreaming about something.

“hm? oh hey”

“what are you doing?” he sat next to his brother that laid on his bed.

“just thinking about something”

“something or someone?” jake teased.

“does that matter?” heeseung groaned and sat up next to jake, “what did you want to talk about?”

“have you ever thought about running away from this palace?”

after hours of walking from one city to the other, you arrived to a small village.

it looked too welcoming and warm outside, it definitely had you drawn to it.

as you entered you’ve met with some fellow villagers who worked on their beautiful green, full with flowers, fresh fruits and so much more garden.

it looked really disconnected to the royal life you know. life in this village seems so peaceful and quiet.

you asked the fellow villagers to meet the head of the village and maybe convince him into letting you get a house.

“we have a free house down this road, it’s a bit far from the center of this village but i’m sure you’ll get to meet everyone in this village as fast as possible” he said warmly and you gladly accepted the idea.

“are you sure i’ve never seen you before? you look very familiar” he added and you quickly shook your head, “you’re probably mistaken, a lot of people told me i look like the princess in the other kingdom there but it’s not the case at all”

“i see, let’s go! i’ll show you around” he smiled and lead the way.

“your house is free to live in, no need to pay for rent or buy this house, this house belongs to the village” he explained as soon as you entered your new house.

it’s small, but it looks so comfortable. your palace is huge, this little house is definitely not something you’re used to. but something about this house feels different, different than anything else you know.

“in return, you need to work for the village” he added, “every morning we wake up and each one of us volunteers, whether it’s in the garden, or the local stores around, you just need to sign in and start working!”

you nodded and your tour kept on going.

“running away? are you insane? do you even hear what you’re saying right now?” heeseung angrily remarked.

“i’m not saying i’ll do that, i was just asking if you ever thought about that” jake sighed.

“no, i haven’t,” heeseung shook his head, “royal life is not so bad, why would i even think about running away?”

“you’re falling in love with a commoner and now i’m the insane one” jake mumbled under his breath, “okay good talk! i was just asking”

jake left his older brother’s room and sighed.

is it that wrong to run away? then why did you, l/n y/n decided to leave your royal life and run away?

jake then knocked on his other brother’s room sunghoon.

sunghoon is quite literally jake’s best friend. they know everything about each other and always talk to each other when life gets too hard.

whenever jake wants to cheer up, he goes to sunghoon. whenever sunghoon needs a shoulder to lean on, jake gives him his.

“sunghoon” jake called his brother.

“hm? is everything okay?” sunghoon asked right away.

“what about you?”

“i honestly don’t know man, the girl i want doesn’t want me so i don’t really know what to do” sunghoon sighed, “but you haven’t answered my question and i asked first”

“everything is fine i just….” jake froze for a second.

how would sunghoon react? just like his older brother heeseung? no, no. sunghoon is definitely different than heeseung.

but should he ask him? what could possibly happen?

“just…?” sunghoon asked curiously.

“i was just wondering if you ever thought about running away” he finally let out.

sunghoon was quite for a few seconds, trying to process what he just heard.

it made jake nervous and anxious, will he get angry? no, he has no reason to. is there a possibility that sunghoon will go snitch on him to their parents? no, sunghoon’s not that kind of person.

or maybe yes? god, it’s making him go crazy.

“sunghoon….?”

“what made you think about running away?”

“huh?” jake was left confused. how did he know?

it’s as if sunghoon can read his brother’s mind because a second after he giggled, “you wouldn’t ask me that question if you yourself never thought about it”

jake chuckled, “answer me first i’ll answer you then”

“yes” sunghoon quiet down his giggles, “i thought about it, also thought about giving up on my crown multiple times”

“i was supposed to have a meeting with another princess today” jake finally spoke.

“mom just can’t rest about that, can she?” sunghoon rolled his eyes and jake shook his head.

“her name is l/n y/n—“ “no way! the most beautiful princess?”

sunghoon cut him mid-way through his sentence and jake shrugged.

“how come i’ve never heard about her?”

sunghoon then put his hand on jake’s shoulder and laughed, “jake” he sighed, “only pretty people know other pretty people”

jake rolled his eyes and shoved sunghoon playfully, “whatever you say”

“what about her though?”

“i was supposed to go on a date with her, but she didn’t show up”

“oooooh she ditched you”

“shut up”

“sorry man, it happens to the best of us”

“you can’t be saying all those stuff when the woman you want to marry doesn’t even love you”

“hey, we’re not talking about that” sunghoon pointed at jake seriously and jake could only sigh.

“sorry, i was about to say that she’s now missing, she ran away from her palace”

“no way!”

“yes way! her mother came here to explain the whole situation”

“this is serious” sunghoon gasped and jake nodded.

“that made me think about the possibilities of running away” he fiercely looked into sunghoon.

sunghoon nodded and laid his hand over jake’s shoulders, “if it thrills you and interests you, do it”

jake looked surprised into sunghoon’s eyes, “really? you don’t think it’s insane or crazy?”

“hey, you know what’s crazy?”

“yes i already know the woman you love doesn’t love you back! just go and apologize or something!”

“what makes you think i didn’t do that already?” sunghoon groaned.

“should i just run away now?”

“go for it”

“ok”

“wait not really, you’re still not ready, take a few days and think about it throughly” sunghoon stopped his brother before he was going to do anything stupid.

“you’re right” jake nodded, “i’ll take a few days”

“morning!”

your first day volunteering in the local convenience store just started. you were greeted by most of the villagers with a wide smile and a lot of compliments.

“oh you’re so pretty! would you like to meet my son? he’s really really handsome i think you’d make a cute couple” one of them said with a smile.

you just shrugged her off, thanking her and laughing it away.

“are you sure i haven’t seen you before? you look like the—“ “princess from the other kingdom, i know” you smiled, “i heard that a lot”

“i have to meet your parents one day! how come they have such a pretty daughter and you’re still single?” she asked innocently.

the reminder of your parents made you stop everything you did.

what are they up to right now? do they even care about you being gone? are they going to search for you?

“are you okay y/n?” she waved her hand in front of your face, “yes, my parents are just really far away from here and i haven’t seen them in a while, we don’t talk a lot” you continued helping her and sent her off.

you like your work and new home. you can definitely see yourself spending the rest of your life in this peaceful place.

“boys, as you already know, princess y/n is missing,” the queen told her seven sons, “if any of you get to hear about her, please let us know”

the boys nodded. sunghoon glanced at his brother jake, who was busy thinking and daydreaming about something.

“jake,” sunghoon called, “is everything okay?”

all the eyes in the room looked at him now. “hm?” he asked, “oh yes don’t worry”

“are you sure jake? i know it’s not fun to be stood up” the queen pat his shoulder and his siblings all tried to hide their laughs.

“yes i’m fine”

sunghoon then dragged his brother into his room and forced him to sit on his bed.

“something is wrong” he said.

“guilty” jake sighed, he was trying his best to hide his feelings today, “i just haven’t slept, i’m tired, that’s all”

“okay” sunghoon nodded, “go sleep then”

“o…….kay?”

“that didn’t work as well as i planned it to work” sunghoon mumbled under his breath.

“get up” he ordered.

“why?” jake tilt his head in confusion.

“we’re going to search for the princess”

“are you planning to sneak out right now? are you crazy?” jake’s eyes widened.

“no jake, we’ll just have a walk around the town”

they did end up having a walk with a few guards by their side.

sunghoon is was busy looking around while jake spent his time asking about the runaway princess. needless to say he doesn’t even know how she looks.

“have you seen princess y/n?” jake asked one of the civilians, “who?” the civilian asked back.

“princess y/n” jake repeated, “the most beautiful princess…” he hoped your nickname would be familiar to the civilian but it was no use.

“you’re not helping me here” jake rolled his eyes and shoved his brother.

“sorry, was just thinking about something”

“something as ways to get into your enemy’s heart?”

“she’s not my enemy”

“i’m pretty sure she’d tell me otherwise”

sunghoon groaned and pushed his brother playfully, “let’s just go back, we’re not getting closer to something anyway”

a few weeks passed and sunghoon managed to keep his brother and stop him from running away through manipulating him into doing other things to make him forget about the whole idea.

a few weeks passed ever since you were announced as the runaway princess.

a few weeks passed ever since the village you moved in, became your home.

life in the village was the best thing ever happened to you.

all the villagers welcomed you with open arms and also fell in love with your beauty.

they called you the village’s princess. ironic isn’t it?

you almost completely forgot about your royal life. you got used to their modern uniforms, apparently not only dresses were in fashion!

your own kingdom was almost long forgotten and so are your parents. everything you grew up to suddenly vanished from your new life in the village, you became one of them already.

a few weeks passed since jake asked his brothers about the whole running away idea, and he’s still thinking about it up until this day.

he hasn’t been sleeping well ever since he first thought about it. which is probably the reason to why he looks like a zombie walking around the palace.

his mother also stopped bothering him about dates. she thought he was too broken from being ditched. ouch.

another day full of adventures and sunghoon’s endless distractions passed, and after dozens of sleepless nights he decided to make his run away plan.

before he does that, he went to talk with the most responsible brother in his opinion, jungwon.

it was midnight already but jake couldn’t wait until sunrise, he has to let it all out.

luckily for him, jungwon was wide awake in his bed.

“jake? is everything okay? what makes you come here at midnight?”

“i have to tell you something” jake bit his lips, “it’s important, really”

“can’t it wait for the morning?” although jungwon was wide awake, he couldn’t really process anything as his mind was occupied by something else.

“i just wanted to say that i’ll be gone for a while. i don’t know for how long” jake sighed, “could be days, weeks, months or never”

“jake what are you talking about?”

“just please, don’t search for me and help me out on this one”

“do you even hear what you’re saying?”

“i’ll be fine, i promise” jake licked his lower lips out of anxiety, “i just really need a break from all of this life for a while”

jungwon tilt his head. he couldn’t understand his older brother at all.

“everything is just stressing me out, i just need some quiet” he continued.

as much as jake tried to hide it, his brothers could’ve seen he wasn’t being his best lately.

jake would usually be the first one to wake up in the morning and then would jump on each one’s bed to wake them up with a hug after then of course, but lately something has changed in jake.

he suddenly stopped hugging or jumping around, even started to wake up the last without even calling good morning.

it was obvious he needed some help.

“do you think it’d help you?” jungwon asked.

“hm?”

“do you think running away would help you find peace?” he repeated and jake nodded.

“so you do you” jungwon smiled, “i’ll miss you though”

jake smiled even wider than jungwon and hugged him, “thank you”

“i’ll just tell mom and dad you’ve went to pay a visit in your friends’ kingdom for a few months and explain the situation” jungwon blinked a few times, “please don’t disappear forever”

“i won’t, i promise” he held out his pinky and jungwon interlocked his pinky.

“i’ll kill you if you won’t come to my future wedding”

“i’ll probably marry before you and you’d be able to see my wedding in this palace” he chuckled, that was a sign for jungwon that jake is not going to be gone forever, and it made him smile to know that his brother won’t be a runaway prince for long.

a few hours later jake finally made his way out of the palace, leaving a note beside sunghoon’s bed telling him that he’ll be gone for a while.

he’s going to miss his brothers for sure.

the next morning you woke up earlier than usual, feeling a bit uneasy and something was bothering you.

you slowly got ready for the day and went out of your house to have a little walk alone around the village.

you were taking your time to take in the beauty of the village you’ve been living in for a few weeks already, closing your eyes and breathing slowly as you held your hands together.

you finally opened your eyes just to notice a small figure slowly making it’s way into the village.

that person looks so tired and overworked.

the person was wearing a big sweater with black pants, he also has a quite big bag on his bag as he takes slow steps.

you moved a bit closer to the person in hurry. calling the person so you’ll get noticed by him.

“hey! hello! do you perhaps need help?”

the person slowly looked at you and his eyes formed into a soft gaze, as if he was thankful that he finally saw another person.

you noticed he started to walk closer to you in hurry, and somehow you didn’t feel threatened or scared at all.

you finally reached to him with a smile and he looked at you.

“who are you?” you suspiciously asked. “i’m sorry madam, let me introduce myself, i’m sim jake, hybe’s-“

“hybe’s prince” you gasped, you heard about hybe kingdom a few times and you heard about sim jake, and to be honest, you can’t think of anyone who didn’t hear about them.

the kingdom is one of the famous kingdom out of all, you never would’ve imagine they have such a handsome son amongst the seven of them.

“and you are?” he shrugged off the fact that you just cut him in the middle of the sentence.

“i’m l/n y/n—“ “the runaway princess?”

“huh?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“are you l/n y/n the runaway princess?”

“no……?”

“was that a question?”

“no! i’m not the runaway princess”

“are you lying?” he raised a brow, clearly not believing you.

“no?”

“was that a question again?”

“fine! here, you can take me away” you said, holding your hands together for him to handcuff you.

“i’m not really a runaway but whatever, let me take my clothes and things before i—“ “no wait wait—“ “i understand that my parents sent me but look, i’m having fun here i enjoy my time and—“

“y/n stop” he raised his tone a bit and put his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place, giving you a chance to take a look at his face.

both of you froze for a few seconds.

gosh he’s so pretty.

so the rumors about her beauty were so true.

you realized you were holding your breath for a long time now and finally pulled away.

he coughed, “i’m sorry, you kept panicking and i had to stop you”

“n-no it’s okay”

wait.

were you just stuttering?

you couldn’t help it, his voice is so soft, and his gaze just makes you lose your mind.

you usually hate looking at people’s visuals first time you see them but he’s so breathtaking.

“i just wanted to say i have no intention of taking you back to your parents, i’m a runaway too”

“i’m not a— you know what? you’re probably tired, let’s get you home” you took his hand and dragged him back to your house.

your house in the village is small, but enough to hold two people.

you have one bed, for two people. you’d have to share your bed with him or else one of you would have to sleep on the floor.

“this is my house, feel free to do whatever”

you don’t know why you trust this person so much, he could’ve lied to you about him being a prince, especially a hybe prince.

but you somehow found yourself putting a lot of trust in him.

“thank you y/n” he smiled at you.

you smiled softly at him back and poured him a glass of water, “rest for a bit, i have to work today so i’ll come back later, we’ll talk it out when i’ll be back”

you saw him setting his things away and giggling a bit when he noticed your bed, “are we going to share that bed?” he asked.

you chuckled, “go sleep for now, we’ll talk everything out”

you left your house and went to your workplace.

jake took his time to look around your house.

it’s a small house, not something that he’s used to, but he knows for sure that he feels so comfortable in this house.

anyone who called you astonishing was right. your beauty really is beyond compare.

he noticed a photo hanged on the wall besides your bed. you were in the middle, surrounded by a lot of people who held a big smile on their face.

the background looked like the village, could they be the villagers? why do you have a picture with the villagers instead of your family?

and why is your smile so heart stopping?

he shrugged off his thoughts and went to sleep after he wasn’t able to sleep the whole night.

the day passed by slowly, every minute felt like a year. you kept looking at the clock every five minutes and your coworkers noticed your weird behavior.

“y/n, you’re distracted today” the head of the village teased you.

you love the villagers, and they love you. they take care of you so well and make you feel at home. they know you too well to notice how you feel, and as of now, they know that you’re more than distracted.

“i just have some on my mind” you chuckled, “don’t worry about that”

“ay, are you having some boy problems?” another one said with a smile.

“you can say that” you giggled as they all gasped.

“y/n has a new guy?”

“no! i was counting on you and my son!”

you laughed at their cute comments and shook your head.

just a few more hours and you’ll be able to see him again.

you entered your house, expecting to see a sleeping jake on the bed, but he was actually searching for something to eat.

“uhm” you coughed and he jumped, “oh! hi”

“hey” you smiled and put your things away, “we got a lot to talk about, are you hungry? let me make some food”

he nodded shyly and you chuckled. he’s so cute.

“so,” you settled your food on the table and stared at him, “how and when did you run away?”

“straight to the point i see”

“you gotta be straightforward sometimes” you shrugged.

“i ran away yesterday night, i felt too suffocated in the palace and i had to take a break, i just sneaked out, like you did” he sighed, “we were supposed to have a date you know, on the day you ran away”

“huh?”

“yeah, then your mom came to our kingdom and announced you as missing,” he took a bite from the food, “you were some kind of my role model of running away”

“what do you mean?”

“i started thinking about the running away situation because of you, i’m so glad i finally met you”

he raised his head and shared an eye contact with you.

you stopped for a second to take another look on his face. how will you be able to stand him now?

“yeah,” you nodded, “i’m happy i finally met you too”

“it’s my turn now,” he smiled, “why did you run away?”

“same as you, royal life can be suffocating and annoying” you shrugged, “numerous of dates with disgusting princes, i hated that”

he nodded, understanding the way you feel. “i’m sorry to hear that” he put his hand on your shoulder and showed you a little and comforting smile.

you leaned in and hugged him, “thank you”

he was a bit taken aback, but hugged you back within five seconds.

you needed to feel some kind of affection so you hugged him, ignoring the fact that you met him less than 24 hours ago.

“you have to teach me the way of living here, my plan is to stay here for a long time, you know” he said, his chin on your shoulder and his hands holding you tightly, “is there another free house around? i can get out and search if you—“

you pulled away from the hug and shook your head, “we’d have to live together and sleep on the same bed, i believe we’d get used to it”

both of you giggled and continued eating.

you spent the rest of the night talking and updating each other.

you told him everything he needs to know about the life in this village, and told him you’ll take him to your workplace tomorrow, so you can work together.

he updated you about whatever happened after you ran away, and without even noticing it, it was already past midnight.

“we should go sleep,” you suddenly said, “we have a lot to do later today”

he nodded and got up from his seat, “you’d also have to teach me how to cook” you giggled and nodded.

the morning came and it was already time for you to go to work.

“y/n! you brought a man today!” one of your coworkers who, noticed jake that was standing next to you cheered.

“yeah, meet jake, he’s my—“ “boyfriend!” all of the villagers who were in the store cheered.

“no i—“ “y/nie we don’t need to hide it anymore” jake cut you off and held your hand.

your eyes widened and you froze, “huh?”

“oh y/n! i’m so happy for you!” the elders said and hugged you.

“i brought jake today because i thought he could join our work here, please accept him to this village” you asked the head of the village.

“of course! our princess’ village finally has a prince now!” jake’s soft eyes glanced at you as you smiled.

“thank you”

the day passed as fast as the light, you taught jake everything he needs to know and got hundreds of compliments about your new relationship.

“my boyfriend? really?” you asked as soon as you arrived back home together.

“what was i supposed to say?”

“cousin? childhood friend? family’s friend? i can list more”

“fine fine i’m sorry, i thought it’d be more easy to play in a relationship” he giggled and you sighed.

“i’ll make some food now you should go shower” you smiled and he nodded.

“please teach me how to make some food” he begged while you put your plates on the table.

“i learnt everything from the villagers” you giggled.

“do you have any plans of coming back to your palace?” he suddenly asked.

you were a bit taken aback, “i don’t know” you shook your head, “this village became my house, i love everyone here, they’re like my family and home i’ve never had”

jake nodded and listened carefully.

“i love my parents, but they were making me so anxious around them and here i suddenly forgot how does it feel to be anxious around someone. i must say i really do miss my royal life, who knows? i might come back in a few weeks”

jake moved closer to you and cupped your cheeks, “take your time, i’m staying here with you until you decide to go back”

it felt like time stopped. when he cupped your cheeks and looked at you with his soft eyes, you suddenly felt anxious, but not in any bad way.

butterflies went crazy in your stomach and your cheeks turned slight red, you could melt from his touch.

you were too focused on feeling anxious that you didn’t even notice how red jake’s face turned. he didn’t even realize what he was doing until half a minute after. he was awfully close to you and you somehow managed to make him go crazy inside his mind.

both of you pulled back and cleared your throat.

“we should—“ “yeah, let’s go sleep”

ever since that dinner, months passed by.

you and jake became super close to each other, you were so into the fake relationship that you got used to calling jake your boyfriend.

you and jake cuddled up in your bed, awfully close to each other and playing with each other’s fingers.

it became a usual thing for you two, every night you’d get ready to go to bed together and cuddle until you fall asleep in each other’s hands.

“y/n” jake suddenly called, “hm?” you hummed in response.

“how many dates have you been forced to go to?”

you giggled, “what kind of question is that?”

“did you fall in love with someone you went on a date with?” he asked.

“huh—“

“did you ever date someone?” he sounded serious, and asking those questions didn’t help either.

“no, i haven’t” you replied.

but i fell in love with you, you wanted to add.

you felt bad, you were slowly falling in love with jake. it was supposed to be a fake relationship and nothing more than that.

“good morning” jake got up and noticed you were cooking something for breakfast. he back-hugged you and kissed your cheek, “good morning” you replied.

“i thought about going on a walk today around the village! i also promised the head of the village to help him with some things” jake updated you about his plans for the day.

damn, it really feels like you’re in a relationship with him. how can you not fall in love with someone as sweet as him?

you nodded and sent him off.

you must do something about your stupid heart that fell in love with that perfect human being.

jake took the day off, so you were working alone today.

his absence was really present in work today, not only you missed him in work.

“hey y/n! where’s your boyfriend?” one of the customers asked and you chuckled, “he has a name you know”

“but he took the day off, he’s a bit unwell today”

on the other hand, jake was busy with the head of the village, going around with him and helping him with whatever.

“are you sure about that?” jake asked the head of the village.

“i’m more than sure! you can do it jake!” he pat his shoulder and jake grinned.

“you’ll see the results tomorrow,” he smiled, “don’t tell anyone until you do!”

jake ran back home and got ready to cook some dinner for you.

“jake! i’m home!” you called and he showed up, hugging you tightly and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“i missed you” he pout.

you’re still not used to feeling that much of affection, especially from him.

what’s wrong with your heart? why can’t it stop beating so fast around him?

you giggled and kissed his cheek back, “i’ve been away for only a few hours”

“that still doesn’t change the fact that i missed you, plus a few hours is like an eternity for me”

he guided you to the table that was full with food you guessed he made.

“you made all of that for me?” you asked and he nodded, “thank you!” you hugged him and he returned the hug.

“i have another surprise for you,” he pulled away from the hug and you looked at him confused.

he went down on one knee and took out a box while holding your hand with his free hand.

“y/n,” he called out, “it’s been a while since we’ve first met, and at first i thought you were some snobbish who threw everything away just like that. but soon you became my inspiration to run away from my boring and annoying life, and i think it was the best decision i’ve ever made.” he giggled,

“when i saw you i was shocked, mostly by your impossible-to-beat beauty, but also by your kindness. you took care of me as soon as you saw me, and taught me everything i need to know here, you made me forget about the fact that we’re in fact, royals”

“i felt alive around you, with each day that comes by i fall more and more deep in love with you and i can’t help but want to spend the rest of my life with you” he looked generous, as he really meant every word that just came out of his mouth.

“so l/n y/n” he cleared his throat and opened the box to show a beautiful yet small and shining ring, “will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

“yes! a million times yes!” you helped him get up and hugged him tightly as the tears finally fell down from your eyes.

he pulled away a bit to look at you and wiped your tears, “i love you” he suddenly said and his lips crushed into yours.

you kissed his soft lips and put your hands around his neck to get closer to him.

as you pulled away due lack of air, you played with his hair and stared at his beautiful eyes, “i love you too jake”

“thank you! for making me feel like a part of your family, for accepting me no matter what and for always caring about me,” you cried out, “i’ll always be thankful for each and one of you”

you and jake decided to leave the village and return to your kingdoms. you have to get marry and get your own kingdom of course.

but that also meant that you need to leave the villagers, who became your second home in no time.

“we’re going to miss you too,” one of them said, “don’t come back unless you’re pregnant!”

all of you laughed and you kept hugging each of them.

all the villagers got so excited about you and jake, and even prepared their own presents for your marriage.

“they’ll definitely be invited to our wedding” you told jake and he instantly agreed.

finally, you arrived to your kingdom. you took some deep breaths and jake stood next to you, holding your hand and playing with the ring he put on your finger a few days ago.

“you’ll be fine, they missed you a lot” he reassured you and you smiled, “thank you”

both of you entered the palace and saw the queen and the king sitting in front of the door, as if they have been waiting for you to enter.

“y/n” your mother whispered, her eyes widened and her hands started to shake. “y/n!” your father shout and ran up to you to cage you in his arms.

the queen followed right after her husband and the three of you hugged until you felt like you couldn’t breath anymore.

“y/n our daughter! i missed you so much” your mother cupped your cheeks and looked at your glossy eyes who were filled with tears.

“i missed you too mom,” you dad coughed, “and i missed you too dad”

your mom then noticed jake who was standing next to you.

“jake! how did you—“

“i ask your permission to marry your daughter” jake bowed in front of your parents.

“i love her, more than anything else in this world, and i’m willing to do everything to protect her and keep her safe” he added.

your parents looked at you confused and you showed them your ring on your finger.

“yes, of course!” they cheered, “and you young lady, we have a lot to talk about” your parents pointed at you, “after the marriage of course!”

jake picked you up and spun you around, “we can finally rule our own kingdom and visit our favorite village” he whispered.

you nodded as he leaned his forehead against yours, “thank you, jake” you pecked his lips, “i love you”

he then put his hands around your waist and kissed you deeper and desperately, “i love you too, more than you could ever imagine”

“you still have your parents you need to inform about the marriage, you know that right?” your mother, who was a witness to everything that just happened, said.

you and jake nodded awkwardly and updated your parents that you’ll be back in a few together with jake.

a week later, the wedding was held in hybe’s ballroom.

“i think your mother hates to wait” you told jake as soon as you were informed about your wedding date and he giggled, “it’s not like i could wait any longer to finally marry you”

at the celebration, jungwon and sunghoon came up to you and jake.

“see? i told you i’ll marry before you!” jake ruffled the younger’s hair and giggled. “thank you for bringing jake back” sunghoon smiled at you and you giggled.

“he’s actually the one who brought me back”

“yeah it’s really hard to believe that” jungwon grinned and jake threatened to hit him.

“we’re really happy for the both of you” they said and the both of you thanked them.

“hey jake?” you called him and he turned to his side to share an eye contact with you, “yes, my dear wife?”

him calling you his wife made your whole body flutter.

“i’m more than happy to be able to spend the rest of my life with you” you held his hand and he smiled.

“and i’m more than lucky to have you by my side for the rest of my life y/n”

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 17 days ago

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

part five

pairing: james potter x black sister!reader, regulus black x sister!reader

genre: angst with like maybe a little fluff?

el's thoughts: this is part five! hope yall enjoy!

main masterlist | regulus masterlist | james masterlist

Regulus and Y/N Black showed up at the Potter’s manor once again. Almost a year had gone by since the first time and the twins returned completely different people. They were no longer the scared children in need of help and shelter.

Y/N knocked on the door swiftly and took a step back as she straightened her trench coat lapels. Regulus stood behind her, just over her shoulder keeping an eye on the surroundings behind them.

The door opened cautiously and the twins were met with a pair of the most striking green eyes.

“Black,” Lily Evans said.

“Evans,” Y/N nodded curtly in response. “We were wondering if we could speak to Sirius?”

The redhead had eyed the skeptically. “What makes you think he’s here?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Please Evans, I’m not an idiot.”

“And neither are we.”

Y/N saw immediately how her eyes cast downward to her cloaked forearm. Y/N’s stomach turned as she looked back to Regulus who also seemed uneasy. Y/N pulled at her sleeve and cleared her throat. “Please… let me see my brother.” Y/N inhaled deeply, “I beg of you, Lily.”

Lily sighed out of pure pity. “Alright, go around back. I’ll send him that way.”

Regulus eyed the redhead in distrust but led Y/N to follow her directions either way. They weren’t in a position to argue.

They walked to the back of the manor and saw Sirius waiting on the back porch anxiously running his hands through his hair. When he saw his younger siblings he lit up like a light bulb and rushed to hug them tightly.

“Oh thank Godric! I thought Lily was pullin’ my leg.” He made no move to let them go. “Are you two alright? I got so scared when you didn’t return, and then I got no letters from the both of you-”

“We’re fine, Siri,” Y/N mumbled into his shoulder as she held him back just as tightly. Without her realizing it, the ache of missing her eldest brother only grew as time passed. She missed the way he held her. The way he comforted her as if she were a child. “We’re alright. Promise.”

Regulus was the first to break up the hug and he cleared his throat while blinking quickly to rid himself of the tears that prickled in the back of his eyes. “Sirius, we came here to tell you something.”

“You’re Death Eaters? I’ve heard that already.”

“Yes, we’re Death Eaters, but that wasn’t what we came all this way to tell you. We’re not idiots.”

Y/N forced herself not to roll her eyes. “We came to get help and offer our services.”

“Offer your services?” Sirius trailed off, confusion swimming in his eyes.

“We know the Dark Lord’s plans, having heard everything first hand. We can be valuable to your cause don’t’cha think?” Y/N said with a mock confidence and cockiness that her eyes didn’t carry.

“No.” Sirius shook his head, looking between his two little siblings. “Abouslute not. Do you know what you would be signing up for? That’s basically asking to die.”

“Sirius, please.”

“No, I won’t allow it. You can’t just put your lives on the line for the sake of others.”

“Is that not what you’re doing? What James, Remus, and Peter are doing?”

“That’s different…”

“How?” Y/N nearly snapped. “Tell me how is it any different? Sirius our lives are already on the line every day we wake up. We didn’t sign up for this. We didn’t want this life, so let us gain what little control we can. I want the risk to be worth something, Sirius.”

The older Black shook his head, “It’s too dangerous… I can’t.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing you’re not really in charge of us then. Isn’t it?” Regulus snipped.

“We are doing this, Sirius. With or without your support,” Y/N looked up at him with tears lining her eyes. “But we’d much rather have you stand up for us.”

Sirius stared at his siblings in silent mourning of their youth before he nodded slowly. “Okay, I support you both.”

James walked into the Potter’s kitchen. His parents left the house to him and he opened it up to the order, not wanting to stay in the house alone or let it sit empty and useless. His parents wouldn’t want that.

Normally only he and Sirius actually lived there but since a few weeks ago Y/N and Regulus moved back in. Some of the other Order members would spend a night or two but never stayed longer. So it took a few days for James to get used to other people in the house again.

Y/N sat at the kitchen counter nursing a cup of tea, that by the looks of it had gone cold a while ago. She sat in her pjamas with one knee brought up to her chest and the other tucked under her with her chin on her knee. She looked tangled up but made it look comfy, almost enough to convince James that if he put himself in the same position he would be just as comfortable.

“You look lost.” His voice startled her, causing her to jolt a little. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“Oh… no, no you’re all good. Sorry.” Y/N repositioned herself and let her painted nail trace the rim of her mug, her eyes became unfocused again as she stared into the dark liquid.

“No need to apologize, love.” James walked to the stove where the kettle sat and turned it on again. The pet name that slipped from his lips went unnoticed by him but caught Y/N’s attention, though she wouldn’t mention it.

“What’re you doing up?” Y/N asked quietly, allowing him to take her cup and dump the cold tea.

“Couldn’t sleep. Why are you up?”

“Same reason apparently.”

James hummed, putting a new tea bag in her mug while pulling out a mug for himself and doing the same. Y/N had finally realized that he was making her a new cup of tea and straightened up. “You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem, your cup had already gone cold. Unless you didn’t want another one…” James trailed off.

“No, I do,” Y/N spoke quietly, wringing her fingers together mindlessly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

James placed the freshly made cup of tea in front of Y/N, the steam curling up in soft, lazy tendrils. He gave her a small smile before settling into the chair opposite her, his own tea cradled in his hands. The kitchen was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy but not quite unwelcome. James found it oddly comforting.

“So,” he began, his voice cutting through the silence but not in a harsh way, “what’s on your mind? What’s keeping you up?”

Y/N blinked, surprised by the direct question, but then again she shouldn’t have been surprised. “Oh… just stuff,” she said vaguely, her fingers fidgeting with the mug.

James tilted his head, studying her carefully. “You’re not very descriptive, are you?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but she kept her gaze down. “Just… everything, I guess. The war, Regulus, Sirius, m-my parents…” Her voice faltered, and she shrugged as though it wasn’t a big deal, though the weight of her words said otherwise.

James nodded, his brow furrowing. “That’s a lot to carry all alone.”

Y/N shrugged again, still not meeting his eyes. “I’m used to it by now.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.” His voice was soft but firm, and Y/N finally glanced up at him. There was something in his expression-–an openness, a warmth—that made her chest feel a little lighter, even if just for a fleeting moment.

“Yeah, well,” she said, trying to shrug off the vulnerability creeping in, “not much of a choice these days, is there?”

James didn’t press her, sensing she wasn’t ready to share more. Instead, he smiled, raising his mug. “Here’s to sleepless nights in the Potter kitchen. At least we’re not alone in our misery.”

That coaxed a small laugh from Y/N, a sound James found himself wanting to hear more often. “Cheers to that,” she said, clinking her mug against his softly.

Over the next few days, James found himself seeking Y/N out more often. Whether it was helping her brew potions for the Order, get ready to go to a Deatheatter meeting, or simply sitting with her in the living room while she read. He couldn’t seem to stay away. He liked the way her face softened when she was deep in thought, the way her laugh—when she let it out—filled the room like sunlight, a drastic contrast to her usual persona.

Y/N, on her part, was equally drawn to James. She hadn’t expected him to be so kind, so patient. She’s always known him as Sirius’ blood-traitor best friend, the one who was always laughing and causing trouble. But the day he found her crying in the hallway changed her perspective entirely. But this James added to her changed perspective. This James, the one who brought her tea without asking and listened without interrupting, was someone she found herself wanting to know better.

One evening, they were sitting on the porch steps, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The air was cool, and Y/N had wrapped herself in a blanket. James had brought out two mugs of hot cocoa, handing one to her without a word.

“You’re really good at this, you know,” she said after a long silence.

James raised an eyebrow. “Good at what?”

“This,” she gestured between them and around them. “Making people feel… safe.”

He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think that’s just you, Y/N. You make it easy.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, hiding her smile behind the rim of her mug. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she muttered, though there was no usual bite to her words. “You’ve taken care of Sirius for years now and have made him feel safe. Even Regulus feels safe now.” She trailed off, “Well, as safe as we could be.”

James hummed and stayed silent.

As safe as they could be.

It was Sirius who noticed first.

He walked into the kitchen one afternoon to find James and Y/N sitting close together at the counter, their heads bent over a piece of parchment. James was explaining something, his hand occasionally brushing against hers as he pointed to the page. Y/N didn’t pull away, her face lit up with one of the rare smiles Sirius hadn’t seen in such a long time.

“Oh, this is interesting,” Sirius drawled, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

James and Y/N both looked up, their expressions a mix of guilt and annoyance. “What do you want, Sirius?” Y/N asked, rolling her eyes.

“Nothing,” he said, grinning. “Just enjoying the view. You two look cozy.”

“Bugger off,” James muttered, though his ears turned red.

Sirius’s grin widened. “Alright, alright. Don’t let me interrupt your... working.”

As Sirius left, Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “He’s never going to let this go.”

James laughed, reaching out to gently nudge her arm. “Let him have his fun. It’s not so bad, is it?”

Y/N peeked at him through her fingers, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “I suppose not.”

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Madness - Chapter 12

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Presentation Day is unlike any other. The air is ripe with possibilities, and possibly the stench of sulfur from a dragon who has been offended. Never look a red in the eye. Never back down from a green. If you show trepidation to a brown…well, just don’t.

—Colonel Kaori’s Field Guide to Dragonkind

There are 169 of us by the time the morning is done and, and with our time we’ve placed first out of the thirty-six squads for Presentation—the piss-inducing parade of cadets before this year’s dragons willing to bond.

Anxiety seizes me at the thought of walking so close to dragons determined to weed out the weak before Threshing, and I suddenly wish we’d placed last.

The fastest up the Gauntlet was Liam, of course, earning him the Gauntlet patch. Pretty sure he doesn’t know how to take second place. But I’m really proud of him. He deserves it.

The box canyon that makes up the training field is spectacular in the afternoon sun, with miles of autumn-colored meadows and peaks rising on three sides of us as we wait at the narrowest part, the entrance to the valley. At the end, I can make out the line of the waterfall that might be just a trickle of a creek now but will rush at runoff season.

The leaves of the trees are all turning gold, as though someone has brought in a paintbrush with only one color and streaked it across the landscape.

And then there are the dragons.

Averaging twenty-five feet tall, they’re in a formation of their own, lined up several feet back from the path—close enough to pass judgment on us as we walk by.

“Let’s go, Second Squad, you’re up next,” Garrick says, beckoning us with a wave that makes the rebellion relic on his bared forearm gleam.

Theo and the other squad leaders stayed behind. It’s only the five of us.

“Into formation,” Garrick orders, his tone all business, which doesn’t surprise me given that his leadership style is more mission first, niceties last. Go figure he seems to be so close to Xaden. Unlike Xaden, though, the right side of his uniform has a neat line of patches proclaiming him Flame’s section leader as well as more than five patches advertising his skill with a multitude of weapons.

Interesting. We’re in the Tail section. Why is he here?

We comply, and Liam and I end up near the back this time.

Garrick’s hazel eyes skim over us. “Hopefully Theo has done his job, so you know that it’s a straight walk down the meadow. I’d recommend staying at least seven feet apart—”

“In case one of us gets torched,” Ethan mutters from ahead.

„Correct, Ethan. Cluster if you want, just know if a dragon finds disfavor with one of you, it’s likely to burn the whole lot to weed one out,” Garrick warns, holding our gazes for a beat. “Also, remember you’re not here to approach them, and if you do, you won’t be making it back to the dormitory tonight.”

“Can I ask a question?” Vila says from the front row.

Garrick nods, but the ticking of his jaw says he’s annoyed. I can’t blame him. Vila annoys the shit out of me, too. It’s her constant need to tear everyone down that makes most of us keep our distance.

“After Gauntlet I met a couple of the second- and third-years, and I talked to some of them…”

“That’s not a question.” He lifts his brows.

Yep, he’s annoyed.

“Right. It’s just that they said there’s a feathertail?” Her voice pitches upward.

“A f-feathertail?” Rio sputters from directly in front of me. “Who the hell would ever want to bond a feathertail?”

I roll my eyes, and Liam shakes his head.

“Professor Kaori never told us there would be a feathertail,” Ethan says. “I know because I memorized every single dragon he showed us. All hundred of them.”

“Well, guess there’s a hundred and one now,” Garrick replies, looking at us as if we’re children he’d like to be rid of before glancing back over his shoulder at the entrance to the valley. “Relax. Feathertails don’t bond. I can’t even remember the last time one has been seen outside the Vale. It’s probably just curious. You’re up. Stay on the path. You walk up, you wait for the entire squad, you walk back down. It really doesn’t get any easier than this from here on out, kids, so if you can’t follow those simple instructions, then you deserve whatever happens in there.” He turns and heads over to a path before the canyon wall where the dragons are perched.”

We follow, breaking away from the crowd of first-years.

“They’re all yours,” Garrick says to the quadrant’s senior wingleader, a woman I’ve seen a few times in Battle Brief murmuring to Xaden. Her uniform still has her signature spikes on the shoulders, but this time they’re gold and look sharp as hell—like she wanted to throw in a little extra badass today.

Cool.

She nods and dismisses him. “Single file.”

We all shuffle into a line.

Liam is at my back and Rio just ahead of me, which means I’ll be treated to his commentary the whole time, no doubt. Awesome.

“Talk,” the senior wingleader says, folding her arms across her chest.

“Nice day for a Presentation,” I joke.

“Not to me.” The senior wingleader narrows her gaze on me, then motions to the line of cadets before her. “Talk to your nearby squadmates while you’re on the path, as it will help the dragons get a sense of who you are and how well you play with others. There’s a correlation between bonded cadets and level of chatter.”

And now I want to switch places.

“Feel free to look at the dragons, especially if they’re showing off their tails, but I would abstain from eye contact if you value your life.” She pauses long enough for that bit of advice to sink in, then adds, “See you after your stroll.”

With a sweep of her hand, the senior wingleader steps to the side, revealing the dirt path that leads through the center of the valley, and up ahead, sitting so perfectly still that they might be gargoyles, are the hundred and one dragons who have decided to bond this year.

The line starts, and we give one another the suggested seven feet before following.

I’m hyperaware of every step as I walk down the path. The trail is hard beneath my boots, and there’s a definite lingering odor of sulfur.

We pass a trio of red dragons first. Their talons are almost half my size.

“I can’t even see their tails!” Rio shouts from in front of me. “How are we supposed to know what breed they are?”

I keep my eyes locked at the level of their massive, muscled shoulders as we walk by. “We’re not supposed to know what breed they are,” I respond.

„Fuck that,” he says over his shoulder. “I need to figure out which one I’m going to approach during Threshing.”

“Pretty sure this little walk is so they can decide,” I retort.

“Hopefully one of them will decide you don’t get to make it to Threshing,” Liam says, his voice quiet so it barely reaches me.

I laugh as we approach a set of browns, both slightly smaller than General Sorrengail’s Aimsir, but not by much.

“They’re a little bigger than I thought they would be,” Ethan says, his voice rising. He’s in front of Rio. “Not that I didn’t see the ones at Parapet, but…”

I look over Rio’s shoulder to see his wide gaze flickering between the path and the dragons. He’s nervous.

“So Ethan, how long do you know each other with Liam?” I ask him, continuing to walk forward past a handful of oranges.

“What?” He asks.

“We’ve been squadmates for a few months now, but I don’t know much about you.” I try to distract him.

“Well our family were close before…you know.” He says slowly, tugging down his sleeves. Yeah, I know. “We practically grew up together. And we were always in trouble. Mostly because of him.”

“Come on, really?” I laugh and glance back at Liam. He smirks and shrugs.

“Yes. He and his sister were real troublemakers.” Ethan laughs with us.

“But you never said anything. You always took the blame with us.” Liam says behind me.

“That’s true.�� Ethan nods. “Because we’re friends.”

“I didn’t even know about your sister.” I say over my shoulder, lowering my gaze immediately when I accidentally make eye contact with one of the oranges.

“She’s just like you. I think you would get along well.” Liam says. “Sloane is fierce and her personality is matches yours.”

“What do you mean by that?” I glare at him.

“You’ll see. She joins us next year.” His voice is thick with concern.

“Don’t worry, Liam. We will be there for her. I promise.” I smile at him.

I will do anything to make him survive the year. That’s the least I can do for him.

“And what about you?” Liam asks. “Are you going to write someone once we get priviliges?”

“Yeah. Probably for Mira.” I say. “She used to write letters for Violet and me. And I think it’s a bullshit rule that we are not allowed to write letters in the first year.”

“You don’t think it encourages loyalty to the wing?” He asks.

“I think I’m just as loyal to her whether I’ve had a letter from her or not,” I counter. “There are bonds that can’t be broken.”

“I’d be loyal to her, too,” Rio says, turning around and grinning as he walks backward. “She’s one hell of a rider, and that ass. I saw her right before Parapet and damn, Aelin. She’s hot.”

We pass by another set of reds, then a single brown and a pair of greens.

“Turn around.” I make the spinning motion with my finger. “Mira would eat you for breakfast, Rio.”

“I’m just wondering how one of them got all the good traits and the other looks like she got the leftovers.” He refers to Violet.

“You’re an asshole.” I flip him the middle finger.

“Just saying, maybe I’ll write a letter of my own once we get privileges.” He turns and continues walking.

We pass more dragons, and my breathing starts to settle. The smell of sulfur disappears, or maybe I’ve just grown accustomed to it. They’re close enough to torch us, but I can’t hear them breathing or feel it, either.

We pass the halfway mark and continue.

Is the way the dragons stare at us scary as hell? Absolutely, but they want to be here the same as we do, so at least I hope they’ll be judicious with their firepower.

“When did you come up with your plan about the rope? Or the dagger?” Liam asks. “I know it bothered you a lot, that Violet couldn’t make it to the top. You could have told me. You can trust me, you know.”

“I trust you with my life, Liam! And we didn’t think of it until yesterday,” I answer, taking the time to look over my shoulder so I can see him. “And if it didn’t work, I didn’t want you to be an accomplice. You have a real future here, and I refuse to bring you down with us.

“I don’t need you to protect me.”

“I know. But it’s just what friends do, Liam.” I shrug as we walk by a trio of browns, the soft crunch of our boots on the dark gravel path the only sound for a few minutes. “You protect me, I protect you. It’s simple.”

“You keeping any other secrets up there?” He asks.

“I think it’s impossible to know everything there is to know about someone. But you know me the best.”

He snorts a laugh. “If that wasn’t skirting the question.”

“At least I was honest.” I laugh too.

“You guys done bonding back there?” Rio sneers. “Because we’re almost to the end of the line, if you haven’t noticed.” He pauses in the middle of the path, his gaze swinging right. “And I still can’t figure out which one I’m going to choose.”

“With arrogance like that, I’m sure any dragon would feel lucky to share your mind for the rest of your life.” I pity whatever dragon—if any—chooses him.

The rest of the squad is gathered ahead of us, facing our direction at the end of the path, but all their attention is focused to the right.

We pass the last brown dragon, and I inhale sharply.

“What the hell?” Rio stares.

“Keep walking,” I order, but my gaze is transfixed.

Standing at the end of the line is a small golden dragon.

Sunlight reflects off its scales and horns as it stands to its full height, flicking a feathered tail around the side of its body. The feathertail.

My jaw drops as I take in the sharp teeth and quick, darting movements of its head as it studies us. At its full height, it’s probably only a few feet taller than I am, like a perfect miniature of the brown next to it.

I walk straight into Rio’s back and startle. We’ve reached the end of the path, where the rest of the squad has been waiting.

“Get off me, Melgren,” Rio hisses and shoves me back. “Who the hell would bond that thing?”

My chest tightens. “They can hear you,” I remind him. “And who the hell would bond you?”

“It’s fucking yellow.” Vila points right at the dragon, disgust curling her lip. “So not only is it obviously too small to carry a rider in battle, but it’s not even powerful enough to be a real color.”

“Maybe it’s a mistake,” Ethan says quietly. “Maybe it’s a baby orange.”

“It’s full grown,” Liam argues. “There’s no way the other dragons allow a baby to bond. No human alive has ever seen a baby.”

“It’s a mistake all right.” Rio looks at the golden one and scoffs. “It’s freakishly weak.”

“It looks powerful enough to burn you to death,” I counter.

“Maybe you should be the one to burn to death, Melgren.” He sneers. “You’re useless. You’re only trying to protect Sorrengail because she’s weak, and because of this you’re weak too. The likes of you should be eliminated.”

Before I can say anything Liam lunges between us, grabbing Rio’s collar. “Don’t ever say that about a squadmate, especially not in front of unbonded dragons.”

“Let him go—he’s just saying what we’re all thinking,” Vila mutters.

I turn slowly to stare at her. Is this what happens to us the second we’re out of hearing range of any superior cadet? We turn on one another.

Ethan puts his hand on Liam’s arm. “Don’t make a mistake in front of them. We don’t know what they’ll do,” he whispers. And now we’re grouped up.

I shuffle backward a little as Liam drops Rio’s collar.

“Someone should kill it before it bonds,” Rio sputters, and for the first time in my life, I actually want to kick someone while they’re down…and keep kicking until they stay down. Or I should simply kill him. It would be easier.

„It’s just going to get its rider killed, and it’s not like we get a choice if it wants to bond us.”

“You’re just picking up on that now, are you?” Liam shakes his head.

“We should go back, they’re staring at us” Vila says, her gaze darting around the group.

We take off one by one, leaving the suggested space between us. Rio is the first, Liam goes before me this time and Ethan follows behind, with Vila bringing up the rear.

„They’re pretty incredible, aren’t they?” Ethan says, and the wonder in his voice makes me smile.

“They are,” I agree. “I’m so excited to see which dragons will choose us.”

“They’re honestly a little underwhelming after seeing that blue at Parapet.” Vila’s voice carries all the way to Liam, who turns around with a glare.

“Like this isn’t stressful enough without you insulting them?” He asks.

I need to defuse this quickly. “Yes, Sgaeyl is amazing but, don’t think these dragons sizes mean they’re weak. And it could be worse. We could be walking past a line of wyvern, right?”

“Oh please, Aelin, spare us. You’re ridiculous.” Vila says sarcastically. “Let me guess. Wyvern are some elite squad of gryphon riders created because of something we did at a battle.

“You don’t know what a wyvern is?” Liam asks, then begins walking again. “Didn’t your parents tell you bedtime stories, Vila?”

“Do enlighten me,” Vila drawls.

I roll my eyes, continuing along the path. “They’re folklore,” I say over my shoulder. “Kind of like dragons but bigger, with two feet instead of four, a mane of razor-sharp feathers streaking down their necks, and a taste for humans. Unlike dragons, who think we’re a little gamey.”

I notice each dragon as we pass, but my heartbeat steadies. “Violet’s father used to read to us those fables every night,” I tell her. “And Violet seriously asked him one time if her mother was going to turn into a venin because she could channel.” I laugh at the memory.

Liam chuckles as we walk by a set of glaring reds. “Did he tell you people supposedly only turn into venin if they channel directly from the source?”

“He did, but it was after her mother had a really long night, and her eyes were bloodshot red, so she freaked out and started shrieking.” I laugh harder. “She took her book of fables away for a month because the guards all came running, and Violet was hiding behind her brother, who couldn’t stop laughing, and, well…it was a mess.” I keep my eyes front and center as a large orange sniffs the air when I pass.

Liam’s shoulders shake with laughter. “I wish I could have seen it.”

“That sounds like some border-village nonsense.” Vila scoffs. “Venin? Wyvern? Anyone with a modicum of education knows that our wards stop all magic that isn’t channeled directly from dragons.”

“They’re stories, Vila,” I say over my shoulder, and I can’t help but notice how much ground we’ve covered.

One of the dragons blows air on us. There’s a smell of sulfur. Maybe we should hurry before the dragon decides to scorch us.

„Oh my gods, the smell,” Vila complains.

“What did you expect? They’re dragons.” I roll my eyes, turning around to level a glare at her, but Liam’s face makes me pause.

His eyes are as wide as saucers, and his mouth hangs open. “Aelin.”

It’s a whisper, and I wonder briefly if I heard him as much as I saw the word forming on his lips.

“Ael—”

A warm huff of steam blows against the back of my neck. My heart thunders, the beat increasing erratically as I take what might be my last breath and turn toward the line of dragons.

The golden eyes of not one but two greens meet mine, consuming my field of vision.

Oh. Fuck.

To approach a green dragon, lower your eyes in supplication and wait for their approval. That’s what I read, right?

I drop my gaze as one chuffs another breath at me. It’s hot and appallingly wet, but I’m not dead yet, so that’s a plus.

The one on the right chortles deep in its throat. Wait, is that the sound of approval I’m looking for? Shit, I wish I’d asked Mira.

I lift my head and suck in a sharp breath. They’re even closer. The one on the left nudges my hands with its giant nose, but I somehow stand my ground, rocking back on my heels to keep from falling over.

Greens are the most reasonable.

The one on the right sets its nose right at my breasts and chuffs again.

What. The. Hell.

It inhales, making that noise in its throat, and the other shoves its nose into my ribs, making me raise my arms just in case they feel like taking a little nibble.

“Aelin!” Liam whisper-shouts.

“I’m all right!” I call back, then wince, hoping I didn’t just seal my fate by screaming in their ears.

Another chuff. Another chortle, like they’re talking to each other as they sniff me.

The one under my arm moves its nostrils to my back and sniffs again.

Realization hits and I choke out a tight, surreal laugh. “You smell Teine, don’t you?” I ask quietly.

They both draw back, just far enough for me to look them in their golden eyes, but they keep their jaws shut, giving me the courage to keep talking.

“I got if from Mira.” Slowly lowering my arms, I run my hands over my snot-covered vest and the armor carefully sewn into it. “She collected Teine’s scales after he shed them last year and had them shrunk down so she could sew them into the vest to help keep me safe. You will meet her sister too. Violet is here and she has the same vest as me.”

The one on the right blinks.

The one on the left sticks its nose in again, sniffing loudly.

“The scales have saved me a few times,” I whisper. “But no one else knows they’re in there. Just Violet, Mira and Teine.”

They both blink at me, and I lower my gaze, bowing my head because it feels like the thing to do. Professor Kaori taught us every way to approach a dragon and exactly zero ways to disengage one.

Step by step, they retreat until I see them take up their places in line in my peripherals, and I finally raise my head.

“Thank you for not eating me.” I smile at them.

“Aelin!” Liam groans.

Taking several deep breaths, I try to lock my muscles to keep me from shaking.

„Aelin.” Liam is only a few feet away, a look of terror in her eyes. He must have been right behind their heads.

“I’m fine.” I smile and nod. “I have dragon-scale armor under the vest,” I whisper. “They smell Mira’s dragon. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” he whispers. “You’re all right?”

“Other than having a few years of my life shaved off.” I laugh.

“Let’s get out of here.” He nods, his gaze darting toward the line of dragons.

“Good idea.”

He turns and walks back to his place, and once there’s fifteen feet between us, I follow.

“I think I just shat myself,” Ethan says, and my laughter only pitches higher as we move through the field.

“Honestly, I thought they were going to eat you,” Vila remarks.

“Me too,” I admit.

“I wouldn’t have blamed them,” she continues.

“You’re insufferable,” Ethan calls back.

I focus on the path and keep walking.

“What? She’s obviously not fit to be a rider. We need to be strong and mercless. We need to choose a dragon-“

A blast of heat singes my back and I halt.

Don’t be Ethan. Don’t be—

“Guess the dragons think she’s insufferable, too,” Ethan mutters. Our squad is down to four first-years.

#fanfiction #fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #liam mairi #the fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #oc #the empyrean #xaden x oc #xaden riorson x oc

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seenoversundown · 6 months ago

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Sultry

Josh Kiszka x Quinn (Enby OC)

Warnings: Fluff, Thoughts/Discussion of having children, Jake’s ratty boots, sandcastles, improper (or proper, depending 🤭) use of “daddy”

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: The crew has a beach day and Quinn has to grapple with how hot Josh is when he takes care of others.

Author's Note: This one is a little bit short, but I don’t want to give too much away before you all actually meet Josh and Quinn 🤭 Please enjoy!

Ramblin'

Where to begin?

I taste the summer on your peppery skin

“Summersong” The Decemberists.

When Danny and Melody floated the idea of a family beach day at Rangeley Lake a few weeks ago, I had been convinced it would never come to fruition. Jake runs a tight ship at the bar, so I was sure he’d take issue with all four boys being away for the day. But Jake either decided to live a little, or he knew we’d never let him live it down if we missed out on a beach day because of him. Regardless of his reason, he left the bar in the hands of one of his steady bartenders for the day.

And so, I find myself surrounded by bags and spinning in a circle in the bedroom, trying to remember what I'm doing.

Double-checking the supplies, that's right.

“Bug!! Are you ready? We need to head out in about 15 minutes!” Josh yells from across our apartment.

I shift items around the bags I’ve been packing all morning, taking stock to ensure we have everything.

Sunblock, extra clothes, extra shoes, kindle, towels, a blanket…

“Yeah, Starlight! I think we’re good to go!” I shout back.

I jump, feeling his arms wrap around my middle as he rests his head in the crook of my shoulder.

“No need to yell; I'm right here,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He presses a kiss directly below my ear before slowly pulling away and spinning me around to face him.

“You scared me,” I giggle, staring into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, dear. I was just coming to see if you needed help getting our bags to the car.”

He moves toward the bed and slips them over his arms, rushing out of the room before I can even respond.

He loves caring for me; he’ll be such a good dad one day.

The thought slips into my head before I can even hope to stop it. It’s a conversation we’ve kicked around a few times, usually after a few glasses of wine, but not anything we’ve discussed seriously.

I shake my head to stop further thoughts from creeping in.

We’ll table that for now.

I hear the front door click closed, signaling that Josh is headed down to load the car, and I walk out to the living room to put on my sandals. I sit on the couch, pulling out my phone to check The Girl's group chat.

Wilson: Sam and I are about to get in the car

Charmander: I’m fighting with Jacob about appropriate shoes for the lake.

Charmander: Again.

Melli Vanelli: Loafers?

Charmander: …His boots this time 😫

Wilson: If he shows up in those boots, he’ll never hear the end of it.

Charmander: I have told him that. He insists he doesn't care.

Melli Vanelli: Last time he insisted he didn’t care about being made fun of…

Wilson: HE ENDED UP WITH A GIRLFRIEND AFTER YEARS OF INSISTING HE DIDN’T WANT ONE.

Wilson: No offense, Char

Charmander: None taken.

I laughed, remembering the group effort of gentle bullying that led Jake to find the love of his life semi-reluctantly.

Me: I vote we let him wear the boots.

Me: Maybe we can bully him into finally throwing them away.

Charmander: You may have a point, Quinn.

Wilson: Only time will tell

The door clicks, and Josh sweeps back in.

“Ready, darling?”

I let out one final chuckle and stood up from the couch. I slipped my phone into the front pocket of my overall shorts before walking over to Josh.

“I am, my love,” I say, leaning forward and kissing the tip of his nose.

The way his cheeks heat up at the small gesture makes my stomach swoop.

He laces his fingers through mine and gestures toward the door.

“Your chariot awaits!”

I follow him out the door and down to the car, hopping into the passenger's seat.

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We pull up to the main parking lot about 2 hours later, and my limbs scream at me.

“Thank God,” I practically shout in Josh’s face as he opens my door.

I hop out of the car and shake my legs out.

“I’m too old to remain in one position for so long.”

“Oh, is that so?” Josh gives me a wink.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“You know exactly what,” I roll my eyes but can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of me.

“Mmm, I don't think I do,” he grabs the straps of my overalls and pulls me in for a kiss.

I look around the parking lot, noting that we are somehow the first couple here.

Interesting considering Sam and Willa were the first to leave. I’ll file that away for later. Oh well, better make the most of it.

“Alright, let’s go claim a spot before the other tourists descend.”

We grab our cooler and bags and wander to the beach, claiming a spot closer to the treeline at the lake's edge.

I watch as Josh lays out our towels and sets up an umbrella.

“My baby won’t get a sunburn today,” he says, pulling a tube of sunscreen out of one of our bags, “now lay down and take your clothes off.”

I roll my eyes at his phrasing but unbuckle the straps of my overalls and slide them down, leaving me in my olive-green sports bra and swim shorts.

I set my clothes aside, lay on the towel in front of me, and close my eyes, feeling the sun soak into my skin.

Josh crawls overtop of me, straddling my hips and places a featherlight kiss between my shoulder blades.

“You’d think after all this time I'd be used to it, but your beauty is staggering.”

What did I do to deserve him?

He opens the sunscreen and squeezes a bit into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before massaging it into my shoulders.

A small moan escapes my lips as he hits a particularly tense spot.

“Jesus Christ”

I jump, hearing Sam’s voice to my left.

“They’re at it again, Bird!”

“Leave them alone, Sam,” Willa snarks, “they're in love.”

“Can’t they be in love like that in private?”

I feel Josh shift on top of me, and I lift my head, opening my eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of Sam being smacked in the chest by the bottle of sunscreen.

I huff a small laugh through my nose and pat Josh’s leg, signaling him to let me up.

“Sorry, Sam. We take sun safety very seriously,” I start, “but that’s beside the point. Would you care to tell us why you allegedly were the first to leave, but we somehow got here before you?”

I fix him with a wicked grin, and he quickly shuts up.

“That’s what I thought.”

“That’s enough of that,” Willa chimes in, grabbing my hand and pulling me away, “I'm stealing Quincy. You boys can finish setting up while we wait for the others to arrive.”

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A few hours later, after the rest of the group arrived, I find myself on the beach, surrounded by the three best women in my life.

Willa leans up from her towel to look at me.

“So, Quindolynn,” a cheeky grin overtakes her face, and I sigh, already knowing where this is going.

“Wanna share with the class how Josh has managed to bring out the side of you that doesn't care about PDA?”

“Yeah, if you wanna tell us how Sam has managed to break your obsession with punctuality.”

A chorus of “Oohs” sounds off from Charlotte and Melody, and I whip my head in their direction.

“Careful, there—” Willa and I say simultaneously, and we both dissolve into a fit of giggles as she motions for me to take the lead.

“I’m sure we could ask y'all something similar.”

“We absolutely could, Q,” Willa laughs, “for example, Charlotte… isn't it interesting how you took a day off work.”

“I take off work all the time,” Charlotte scoffs.

“Sure you do, Charmander,” I cut in, “but you left your phone in the car this time. No work emails.”

I can feel her eyes roll from behind her sunglasses, but she doesn't say a peep.

“And Melli,” I continue, “I’ve noticed you've not been fretting over anyone today.”

“OR trying to fight,” Willa adds.

Melody snorts a laugh.

“Well,” Melody starts, “I think we all have the same answer. Good dick!”

“Cheers to that,” Charlotte quietly responds.

“Is that how you convinced Jake to wear normal shoes, Hottie Lottie?” Willa asks through a laugh.

“Maybe, maybe not…” she responds, steepling her fingers under her chin.

The conversation lulls into a contented silence, and I turn my attention to Josh. He’s down near the water with Melody and Danny’s daughter, Iris.

I watch as she grabs his hand to get his attention.

She always has his attention when she's around. He loves that little girl. And I love how much he loves her.

Once she’s sure she has his attention, she signs something to him.

I can't quite make it out from up here, but I see Josh flash her a toothy grin before he scoops her up and runs into the lake with her.

My stomach swoops, watching as he picks her up and gently throws her into the water.

Iris’s wild giggles carry through the air as she swims the few feet back over and clings to Josh, asking him to do it again.

“QUINN!” Melody practically yells, grabbing my attention from Josh and Iris.

“Huh?”

“You were in your own little world over there,” she laughs, “been trying to get your attention for a minute.”

An embarrassed blush creeps up my neck and over my cheeks.

“Sorry, I was distracted.”

“No need to apologize. You just got your heart eyes on.”

“I suppose I do,” I laugh. “It's hard not to when I’m staring at the love of my life.”

“Mhmmmmmm, especially when they're playing with babies,” she winks at me.

She's honestly too good at reading me. I should work on that.

“HA, I hadn't even noticed.”

Melody cocks a skeptical brow at me.

“If we’re telling lies today, I still believe in the Easter Bunny. Look, babe, it's easy to get lost in your man when he’s acting like a daddy. Nothing wrong with it at all.”

I roll my eyes and scrub one hand down my face.

It’s useless to deny it.

“It’s unnecessarily hot, seeing him play with babies.”

“Amen,” Charlotte pipes up, lowering the book she’s been reading, “I've had to distract myself every time Jake picks her up.”

Willa hums in agreement.

I abruptly stand up from my towel and wipe my hands on my shorts.

“I’m gonna go hang out with them.”

“Just make sure you hand Iris off to Daniel before you start your weird PDA,” Melody laughs, “she's innocent!”

I turn and flip her off before walking down the beach.

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Josh is standing about waist-deep in the water, holding Iris and pretending to drop her as she squirms in his arms.

Iris sees me approaching before Josh does, her face breaking out in a massive grin. She unclasps her little arms from behind Josh’s neck and flings them around wildly in a double wave.

I have to stifle a laugh as Josh fights to keep hold of the slippery child.

‘Play?’ Iris signs to me.

‘Of course!’

A wild giggle peels from her mouth before Josh finally turns around.

He visibly relaxes when our eyes meet.

I begin to walk into the lake, making grabby hands at Iris.

Josh meets me halfway and hands her over.

“I missed you, Bug,” he tucks an errant curl behind my ear before moving his hand down to pat Iris’ back.

“We’ve hardly been apart.”

“Doesn't matter, I still missed you.”

And that's fair; I miss him whether we’re apart for minutes or days.

“I missed you too, my love,” I admit, softly kissing his cheek.

He drops a hand on my lower back and gently ushers me in the direction of the towels that he had set aside for himself and Iris.

I gently drop Iris to the sand and watch her toddle to Josh.

‘Dry me?’

‘Of course, princess.’

He bends over and opens a towel for Iris, wrapping her in it and kissing her forehead.

Those pesky thoughts from this morning return, and I imagine Josh doing the same to our kid one day.

Ow. My heart.

Still wrapped in her little towel, Iris picks up a small plastic bucket and waves it at me.

‘Sandcastles?’ I ask, putting two and two together.

Iris furiously nods and runs over to a free spot of sand.

I grab Josh’s hand, following behind her.

It’s not long before Iris has us in a little sandcastle assembly line.

She fills the buckets, Josh packs the sand and carefully places it where Iris tells him, and I use my fingers to add designs to the sand buildings.

She decided we were building a little compound for our ragtag family.

She points at each building, telling me who it belongs to so I can make personalized designs.

An elaborate bird for Willa and Sam, a skull and crossbones for Jake and Charlotte, Beautiful flowers for Danny and Melody, and stars for Me and Josh.

Iris requested a more elaborate Castle in the middle of the compound to live in.

‘You want to live alone?’

‘No, but sometimes adults need alone time.’

Josh guffawed at her response.

“She’s so little and so wise.”

I nod at him before I go back to adding designs to her castle.

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“Food’s ready!” Jake yells from across the way.

I notice Melody and Danny walking in our direction to collect the child.

My eyes shift over to Josh, and I decide to mess with him a little bit.

“Come on, Daddy,” I say lowly, watching him swallow at the word, “let's get Iris to her real parents.”

I hand Iris over to Danny, waiting for him to walk off. I glance over to Josh, taking in the bewildered look on his face.

I love making his brain short-circuit.

“Um—” he starts, “D-daddy? You hardly ever call me that.”

“Well, I've never wanted to make you one as badly as I do now.”

“M-ake me one?”

“Yes, Josh.”

He turns around, eyes darting around the group.

“Right now?” He grabs my hand.

“Why don't we start when we get home?” I laugh.

“But we could practice now; make sure we know what we’re doing!” he begins dragging me toward the parking lot.

“Are we really about to go fuck in your car like teenagers? You can't wait till we leave?” I jokingly chided him.

“Yes and no,” he drags me a little bit quicker, “I have needed you all day. And I refuse to wait any longer.”

“But—”

He turns around and catches me off guard with a kiss that leaves me wanting more, and I know that I’m going to let him get his way.

I always do…

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gmsrrn98 · 1 month ago

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Shutdown: Rewrite

This is a rewrite of my PM fanfic shutdown for Angstgiving 2024.

TAG: @choicesprompts

BOOK: Perfect Match

PAIRING: Hayden Young x MC

PROMPT: Funeral

It was very painful, the day I learned I wasn’t human. That everything I thought I knew, my memories, my family, my life, wasn’t real. I truly believed in them, clung to them as if they were what gave my life meaning. But it was all just programming, a carefully crafted illusion to keep me moving forward in a life that wasn’t mine.

In a world where I didn’t know who or what I was, there was Kai. Kai Park, who believed in me even when I couldn’t. She stayed by my side and loved me for who I was, not what I was. I know it hurt her when she found out the truth, that I was an android. But even through the shock and doubt, she never left me.

Kai Park. The woman who showed me I was more than wires and code. That even if my feelings and personality had been programmed, it didn’t mean I couldn’t experience life, have fun, or make real memories. She helped me live, truly live, and see the world for what it was, not just data to process.

Kai Park. The same woman who protected me, even when it meant going up against a powerful company like Eros. She risked everything, running from city to city just to keep me safe. She gave me freedom, a chance to live without fear of being reset, without the looming threat of being erased.

Kai Park. She’s still here, sitting beside me, her white hair soft and her face lined with time. But when I look at her, I still see the fire she had when we first met. Her eyes, though dimmer now, still carry the same spark that pulled me to her all those years ago. I hold her hand, fragile and warm, as we gaze at each other with the same love we’ve shared through every moment of our lives.

It’s been decades since we finally got Eros off our backs. Decades filled with traveling, laughing, and building memories that were truly ours. We didn’t have children, but we did have a wedding, one of the happiest days of my existence. My programming ensures I’ll never forget it. It’s as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

“Damien was the best man, and Nadia was the maid of honor,” I said, my thumb brushing over the delicate skin of her knuckles. She smiled as if trying to pull the memory closer. “Sloane was so relieved she wasn’t maid of honor. She said she had no idea what to do for something like that. But Nadia? She couldn’t stop jumping with excitement.”

Kai chuckled, her voice soft but still carrying that familiar warmth. “And Damien? Didn’t he drink too much at the reception?”

“He did,” I said, laughing. “And Nadia almost ate all the cake. Oh, and Sloane? She kept stuttering through her speech. I think it took her three tries just to say congratulations.”

We both laughed, the sound filling the quiet room like an echo of all the joy we’d shared over the years.

“What were our vows again?” she asked, her voice trembling just slightly. She stared at the ceiling, her lips moving as if reciting them from memory. “On this day, I will take you as my husband. You will not be alone anymore. From now on, it will be us. You won’t face the darkness alone, because I will be there to light your way. Your burdens will be ours to share. From this day forward, there will never be a ‘you’ without me."

Her head turned toward me, her faded eyes filled with joy. I gave her the softest smile before leaning in to kiss her forehead. Her breath, slow and light, brushed against my face.

“And mine went something like this,” I said, shifting closer to her so she could rest against me. “On this day, I will take you as my wife. From now on, it will no longer just be you—it will be you and me. You’ll never wake up alone because I’ll always be by your side. You won’t face battles by yourself because I’ll be there holding your hand. You’ll never have to go through life alone, because I’ll be with you until your very last breath.”

Her smile lingered as her eyes fluttered closed. Her hand gripped mine, just a little tighter, as she whispered, “I love you, Hayden.”

The small gathering was quiet, just as she would have wanted. It wasn’t a grand funeral—Kai had never been one for spectacle—but those who mattered were there. Damien, now grayer and slower but still quick with his wit, stood next to Nadia, who had taken the role of organizing everything with precision. Sloane stood apart, her eyes red-rimmed as she clutched a small bouquet of daisies, Kai’s favorite.

“I love you, Kai,” I whispered back. And then, just like that, the light in her faded. Her face, still turned toward me, remained peaceful, her smile untouched by time.

We all stood around the simple wooden urn, surrounded by a field of wildflowers. The breeze carried the soft scent of summer, the kind Kai loved, and I couldn’t help but think of the days we spent lying in fields like this, watching the clouds drift by.

“She was one of a kind,” Damien said, breaking the silence. His voice cracked, but he kept going. “Kai wasn’t just brave; she was the kind of person who made you want to be better. She didn’t care about the odds—she cared about people. About doing what was right.”

Nadia nodded, her hand resting on Damien’s arm. “She didn’t just protect Hayden. She protected all of us in her own way. She reminded us what it means to fight for something worth believing in.”

I stepped forward, placing a hand on the urn. My voice, though steady, carried the weight of years. “Kai gave me a life I never thought I could have. She didn’t just save me—she taught me how to live. How to love. She was my light in every way, and she always will be.”

As the sun began to set, we each laid something beside the urn. Damien left a single red rose, Nadia placed a folded piece of sheet music, and Sloane left a small charm she’d been fidgeting with the entire time. I left nothing tangible—what I carried for Kai was within me, etched into every line of my programming and every memory we’d created.

The service ended with a quiet moment of silence, the wind rustling through the wildflowers. When the others began to drift away, I stayed behind for a while longer, watching the light fade and the stars begin to appear.

Footsteps echoed softly behind me as I sat alone in the quiet. One of Sloane’s apprentices approached, his expression solemn but understanding. He nodded once, silently asking if I was ready.

I glanced back at the urn one last time. “I’ll see you soon, Kai,” I whispered, my voice low but filled with a quiet peace.

The apprentice reached over my shoulder, fingers deftly adjusting the panel where wires and lights blinked softly. I closed my eyes as the familiar command filled my mind.

[HAYDEN YOUNG: PERMANENTLY SHUTTING DOWN]

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octahyde · 7 months ago

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twst trans headcanons for pride or something hi

It’s pride month so I figure I might as well post my transcanons!! If I did my sexuality headcanons we’d be here all day so I’m just doing the stuff I relate to The Most know what I’m sayin…

Please note that unless otherwise pointed out, I am totally cool with different headcanons!! These are just where I think the specific characters land, and just because most characters aren’t listed here doesn’t mean I think they’re cis per say, just that I don’t have any particular hcs about them gender wise

Anyways!!

Riddle Rosehearts- Trans Man, Gay, He/Him*

This is one of my biggest ones… I think having femininity shoved down his throat and existence made him unable to explore his real gender. Even when he got accepted into NRC, there was a shock because his mother had been prepping him for an elite girls’ school. She went through with him going so she could brag to others behind his back. (“Did you know? My daughter is going to NRC. She’s the only girl who has ever been accepted!”)

Part of why he’s so militant on rules is because it’s the only way he can function mentally- he is desperately afraid of what will happen when his mom realizes he’s trans, so he enforces them strictly to feel like he’s doing something right.

He was so malnourished his breasts never developed and his periods are spotty at best. This doesn’t ease his dysphoria but rather makes him feel more dysphoric; he feels his body is broken and can’t even do what it’s “supposed” to do right.

He doesn’t have a need to get top, but he does get phallo when his hormones are fixed. “Average size, nothing too grotesque, please.” Throughout all of this Trey is by his side, unwavering in support. Trey is the one person who has known him in every stage of his transition and the only one Riddle intimately confides to.

Eventually Riddle does pursue law; after several months-long IOP sessions for years he IS stable enough to be a lawyer righteously and justly. Meanwhile, Trey runs his family bakery in stead of his parents before him. The two adopt two sons, and eventually after years of being in therapy and having Riddle’s gynophobia eased, a baby daughter as well.

Through all this shit of being married with children to another man who is openly gay and having full testosterone and a literal phalloplasty, Riddle only sees himself as “A devoted ally of the LGBTQ community.” Nobody tell him.

*This is a hc I am VERY staunch on, and I am EXTREMELY uncomfortable with anything fem!Riddle related, be it genderbends or headcanons. That being said! Everyone has their own relationship with gender and I have nothing wrong with people having these hcs, and I even see where transfem Riddle is coming from. I just personally prefer to have it kept away from me.

Cater Diamond- Trans Man, Bi, He/Him

I’m not sure if this is a popular hc or not?? I thought it was but I’m just realizing it’s because every Cater is Transmasc Cater in my eyes so I could just be projecting onto cis stuff without realizing it DIS IF NSFJFN

Anyways Caycay is a trans guy and it’s a lot of why he has disdain for how his sisters treat him, even if they don’t realize it. Similar to Riddle having femininity forced on him, but in a different way and significantly less extreme.

In general, Caycay has a streak of hiding most if not all of his real self under his peppy attitude and social media addiction (his lab vignette, Wish Upon A Star), if not outright resentment (his Halloween vignette) for people who are legitimately as shallow he acts when they don’t have a care in the world (Borderline Personality Disorder).

I think that follows through in his dysphoria; he shows himself as a happy, carefree guy who is just happy to be a guy, but underneath that he does have resentment for his cisgender peers for having what he wants- especially without family knowing he’s a guy but treating them as their little tomboy sister with different pronouns anyways.

His chest dysphoria is particularly bad; he has D cups and every time he puts his binder on he wants to die. Not above self harming, either, but I don’t have any hcs firm on that kind of thing for him. Has likely skipped class on days where it’s particularly bad. Trey Clover, #1 Cis Ally, is also the only person he confides into as well, when his guard is down he’s vulnerable enough (which is to say, not often).

He gets top surgery basically the second his fourth year starts, he’s too much of a suicide risk without it. He can take or leave phallo, but is mostly just fine with what T does to his penis and doesn’t see a need to pursue it. He ends up marrying a bad bitch influencer on Magicam and is basically just a trophy husband when she starts getting actual gigs in advertising. They have a very happy r/childfree life also.

He moves to the Queendom of Roses to be closer to Trey as well. After NRC, he gets a lot more vulnerable and transparent about how badly he really is doing. Trey is the one who drives him to and helps his intake for when he needs inpatient (which is a lot), as well as his ride to and from IOP every day.

Trey Clover’s schedule is basically wake up, get started on the baking for the day, have breakfast with his family, pick up and drop off Caycay at IOP, open + morning shift, lunch break (picking Caycay up and getting McDonalds because that’s all this dumb bitch ever wants, then dropping him off at home), afternoon shift +closing, making dinner, and being intimate with Riddle during their allotted Love Making Time if he so chooses. This is his life and, somehow, it’s his dream life and the happiest he can even be. God bless Trey Clover.

Jamil Viper- Nonbinary (Genderfluid), He/She (alternating)

I don’t have much to elaborate on here, basically since I got into TWST I’ve just naturally alternated on he and she for her depending on how I feel that day LMAO. Her nonbinanry swag…

Nondysphoric and never medically transitions. She probably has more feminine clothing but for the most part doesn’t really feel a need to do anything to herself. She Likes Women In A Gay Way which is the best way I know how to describe it, even knowing other terminology (and also being uncomfortable with them from trauma). Marries a normal person after NRC and is also r/childfree, but is the worst influence on Najima’s children.

Epel Felmier

do i even need to fucking elaborate on this.

Vil Schoenheit- Transhet Woman, She/Her**

Content warning for mentions of an eating disorder, specifically anorexia.

Listen trust me I know a Beautiful Trans Woman when I see one.

She’s out when she’s at NRC and on light E, but that’s it at that point because of her career. She has Turbo Dysphoria, which is exacerbated by her relationships with Neige and Epel- the fact that Neige is so effortlessly soft and beautiful despite being a cis man, and Epel being afab and having such a frail and feminine form but wanting to be masc caused deep resentment for both. The trans envy and projection is a major force in how she treats Epel and why she is so hard on him and trying to mold him.

Eventually, her anorexia causes her to black out and collapse during a shoot. She’s rushed to inpatient for a few months so she can recover. There, she comes to terms with the fact that Neige isn’t her enemy and never was- especially when he regularly visits to make sure she’s ok. He’s genuinely worried about her after all the shows they’ve done together.

She also makes the decision to cut Rook from her life, as he was majorly encouraging a lot of unhealthy behavior- including the eating disorder that landed her there in the first place.

Along with this, she’s finally put on a higher dose of E in the hospital, because it’s a very big contributor to why she got as bad as she did. When she’s stable for a few months after being discharged, she gets breast augmentation for D cups and a vaginoplasty as soon as she can.

Also she actively pursues getting closer to Neige out of thanks for him and they get married and have children and the euphoria Vil feels getting pregnant is crazy. The end

**I am VERY aware this is a controversial headcanon, and one many feel goes against Vil’s entire character. I am not denying Vil is canonically a gnc man, nor am I going after people for not viewing her this way. This headcanon is very personal to me as a gnc trans man and other trans people I know. All I ask for is respect and that you block me if this headcanon bothers you instead of trying to argue with me.

Idia Shroud- Transhet Woman, She/Her

Content warning for actual discussions of self harm (specifically cutting), along with amputation.

My most surprising and shocking transcanon out of all of these

Idia is literally like… what if you took a bunch of white trans women in STEM and put them all in a room together and tasked them with making the most stereotypical boymoder they possibly could. Coding? Check. Loves SHMUPs? Check. Posts about hyperspecific weird obscure interests on the internet? Check. Dresses really nice in MMORPGs despite not putting effort in irl? Check check check. It’s legitimately stunning to me that this isn’t a more popular headcanon. She probably has thigh highs on under her pants at all times.

I unsurprisingly have a LOT of thoughts about this; I’m hardcore yume so I will likely leave that out because it’s personal but tbqh I have enough thoughts to write a book without that.

During the incident that killed Ortho, Idia was out for 3ish days afterward. When she woke up, not only was Ortho gone, but her legs were, too- the phantom took them in the attack, and she had to have them amputated. She ended up as a double below the knee amputee. This incident all gave her EXTREME CTPSD. (Which like, it’s canon it gave her CPTSD and informs every single action she makes and the entire fandom is ableist as hell for infantilizing her autism uwu and ignoring the CPTSD completely, but that’s another post for another time.) It also lead to severe schizophrenia and BPD. She eventually developed prosthetics in the style of Ortho’s legs she wears in her personal life, but at NRC she wears near indistinguishable realistic ones out of fear of sticking out even more. The trauma from everything and lack of proper help eventually lead to cutting herself regularly; specifically at her shoulders.

She realized she was attracted to men around 14-15 through BL. (I will never stop saying DMMD Changed Her Life and she is still in love with Clear to this day. People don’t compare her to Yaoi Jesus for nothing.) It was around her second year when her egg cracked (this time it was Touhou) and she realized she wasn’t a little gayboy.

By her third year she was boymoding; to feel more comfortable she started wearing sports bras and panties underneath her uniform to feel at least a little more like a girl. She was much more openly A Girl online in MMOs and Discord servers based around breaking Mario 64 down to its metaphorical molecular level.

In her fourth year she Finally gets on meds, and the side effect of Risperdal for her Turbo Psychosis gives her gynecomastia. After she’s graduated she goes on E, which, uh. Combined with the Risperdal ends up being very kind to her.

She only ever goes on E, she’s got breast development covered and her genitals don’t particularly bother her. Over time she gets mild shrinkage and gets less erect, which is all she really needs to feel herself. In general, she’s more focused on if she feels like a girl in her body as opposed to if she passes.

I know I said it but she is SUCH a Thigh Highs tgirl. She has ones that accommodate her legs and she basically can’t live without a pair on, they’re SUPER comfy for her. She also dresses like a Hot Topic egirl LMAO… short black skirts, big comfy t shirts and sweaters, some comfy dresses along with really nice ones when she does go out. I have like an entire image board I made of her the other night.

Also I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: regardless of what gender you view Idia as, she wears cat eye glasses. Nobody has good vision looking close to the screen in the dark as she does, and the second she heard “cat” she didn’t bother looking at any other options.

I don’t want to talk about yume stuff because it’s REALLY embarrassing but smfns my sona is a girlmoding (outside of NRC) trans man and as they get closer and start dating over the years they transition together… it’s a very close and intimate thing for both of them. They also have 3 cats (a white one named Clear, a gray one named Ryoji, and my queen and god.) And Ortho and CR-BS01 and 02 live with them also… a happy family.

I think they eventually have kids after Idia’s nerves are calmed about the curse (she gets pregnant because I’m sure as HELL not making a self insert not have phallo let alone have a uterus. This is a universe where a guy can turn people into sand I’m sure fertility treatments for people without vaginas exist), and none of the kids end up inheriting it because her and her parents have successfully handled the phantoms :)

Epel Felmier For Real This Time- Trans Man, Gay, He/Him***

My masc king… I feel like I don’t really have to discuss his transness; he’s overwhelmingly the most popular transcanon for a reason LMAO But just for the sake of it: his docile feminine frame and being compared to femininity bothers him significantly, and he much more desires to be seen as masculine and tough. It really isn’t that hard to see him as a trans guy (speaking as a trans guy who relates to him myself).

His chest is a modest B-C cup, but that still gives him dysphoria and stresses him out when he wears binders. He has much, MUCH more severe bottom dysphoria, though. (matchies with his housewarden OMG) Unlike Riddle, though, Epel goes All In when he gets his phallo size.

He also visits Queendom of Roses with Deuce more often and regularly after Rabbitfes so Dylla can sneak him some T. MILF of the world. Please god just one cha

(His family supports him. It’s just he’s so out in the middle of nowhere T is hard to get. That’s what his MILF in law is for.)

Him and Deuce settle on his farm with Deuce as a mechanic, both for vehicles in Harveston and also the surrounding area past it. (He may or may not get well known and a lot of clients from blastcycle customs too)

They adopt a boy and it’s literally just their Gay Masc Life on the Family Farm. No girls allowed.

***Unsurprisingly, I also do not like any works featuring fem!Epel; my stances on it are the same as my ones on Riddle.

NOT FEATURED IN THIS POST: Ruggie is simultaneously a gay twink and a butch lesbian at the same time. His gender is an enigma even to me.

#THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE AAAAAAA #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #treyrid #(trey isn’t trans he’s a Cis Ally (TM))#jamil viper #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #yumeshit #epel felmier #pride #pride headcanons #trans headcanon #gender #m

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writersmorgue · 11 months ago

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Febuwhump Day 7 - Suffering in Silence

I would like to preface this by saying I did NOT do much research for this so if you know much about first aid I am so sorry.

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 1,817

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Hanta saw this video the other day, about how parents could hear the most blood-curdling screams but only panic when their children are suddenly silent.

Well, he thinks he knows the feeling. His friends are always loud, if in different ways. Mina is always squealing happily about something or another, Eijirou is always making noise, clanging weights in the gym or singing badly in the communal showers, Denki is always talking, always humming or stimming or body slamming into the nearest person he trusts not to punch him on instinct. Kyoka is always drumming on some surface or humming in the quiet of the lounge.

And Katsuki, he’s just… Katsuki. If you asked anyone to describe him in one word, it would be loud.

He thinks if any of them ever stopped making noise, he would be very concerned.

So that’s why when the loudest person in their class announces he’s going for a solo hike during their squad camping trip, Hanta, ever the mom-friend, allows him to go with just a handheld radio and some flares.

My quirk is a flare, dumbass.

Hey, you never know!!

And then the scheduled return time passes, and he never shows back up. There’s no noise

“I’m going to go look for him,” Eijirou checks his watch for the nth time, gathering his backpack and hastily shoving their med kit inside, “he probably wandered off the trail.”

They all know that’s not what happened. Katsuki is a stickler for rules, no way in hell would he have strayed from the path, and it’s unlikely he ignored to return time unless his phone or watch were dead. Even then, his survival skills are fantastic, he’d have come back by now.

Which means something is wrong.

Hanta chuckles thinly, “Or he wanted some more alone time, I’ll go with. Kyoka you should come too.”

They head out after confirming channels with Mina and Denki.

Eijirou nervously fidgets with his fabric bracelet as they trace Katsuki’s supposed hiking path. “You don’t think he was like… kidnapped or something, right?”

Kyoka shakes her head and removes her ear jack from the ground, “Nah, we’d know. Even if he couldn’t use his quirk he can still yell loud as fuck.” She offers no alternative.

“Sensei and our parents are the only ones who know we’re here anyway, it’s not like Ka- like last time.” Hanta glances at Ejiirou warily. The kidnapping first year is still a rough subject for all of them, but he knows Eijirou was affected almost as much as Katsuki is even after almost two years.

“Yeah.” Eijirou nods, reassured but still visibly anxious.

They step out into a sort of clearing, leading to a steep incline and cliff with a small lake beneath it. There’s an inky smudge on the cliffside and the occasional resilient weed poking from the gray rocks.

Hanta cups his hands around his mouth and yells Katsuki’s name a few times. “Well, he was definitely here. Do you think he went swimming?” Hanta suggests, walking down to the rocky mini-beach.

Eijirou looks more concerned than before, but steps forward with Hanta, “No, he hates water. Nullifies his quirk.”

Hanta turns back to Kyoka, “You could try your quirk again.”

Her expression startles him. Her eyes are wide, her mouth pressed into a thin line. But her ear jacks are still close to her head, so he isn’t sure-

She breaks off into a dead sprint, shoving past Eijirou and Hanta before they even have time to question her. Her radio and phone are tossed back as a last thought, but Hanta knows she still has her headphones on her, so whatever it is must be pretty urgent.

And then he spots it.

A limp, pale hand jutting out of the water, wedged in the jagged rocks at the bottom of the cliff. It’s so distant that Hanta can barely make it out, but it falls directly below the smudge.

Soot. From an explosion.

Fuck, he thinks, just as Eijirou voices it before tossing his radio as well and jumping in.

Kyoka has almost made it to Katsuki, because it can only be Katsuki under there, and takes a deep breath before submerging her head.

Please, fuck please let him be okay.

Hanta scrambles toward the water before remembering his training and pulling out his own radio.

First sending an SOS to the emergency line on his own, he then radios back to Mina and Denki on Eijirou’s.

“Did you find him?” Denki’s voice crackles through.

“Uh,” Hanta falters, looking from the radio to the water. Three of his friends are now under there and he has no fucking idea what the situation is, “listen, Denki. I don’t know how bad it is yet, but we need Aizawa or someone to come-”

There’s a splash, and Hanta’s head shoots up, Eijirou’s head flings out of the water. A soggy head of blond hair resting on his shoulder, “HANTA!” He screeches, more desperate than Hanta’s ever heard. “TAPE! TAPE!”

Kyoka’s head pops up next, gasping. Her arms flail as she tries to regain her buoyancy. “WE NEED DENKI HERE NOW!!”

Hanta flounders for a mere second before shooting into action. He arches his elbow and shoots a long rope of tape out to the edge of the lake. Eijirou immediately grabs onto the end, taking Kyouka’s hand as Hanta reels them in with a grunt.

He jams the SOS button on this radio as well and yells at Denki to look at the sky in the direction they walked earlier, “Do you see the tape?” He arches his other arm and shoots another line into the sky.

Denki is silent for a moment before he grunts an affirmative, and Hanta can tell he’s running.

Eijirou finally makes it to shore, dragging Katsuki’s limp body with him.

Well, not quite limp, he looks like he’s having some sort of seizure.

“Hyp-poxic c-convulsion,” Kyoka stutters, body shivering severely. It’s cold enough to warrant Katsuki wearing a scarf and gloves, which Eijirou is actively stripping him of. Hanta can’t imagine how cold they must be.

Denki enters the clearing just as Eijirou begins chest compressions, Hanta shouts at Mina to run back and grab all of their blankets. She’s frozen at the scene before her, but eventually nods hesitantly and turns back around.

“Denki, shock him, you need to-” Eijirou is still pumping at Katsuki’s chest, so focused that Denki has to practically shove him off.

“Back!” He shouts, rubbing his hands together and summoning his quirk.

Kyoka yanks Eijirou away from Katsuki and cuffs his hands with her ear jack.

Denki takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before resting his hands and pulsing electricity into Katsuki’s chest.

Katsuki’s chest arches, the movement so unnatural and controlled that it sends a shiver down Hanta’s spine.

Denki checks his pulse and resumes chest compressions, jaw clenching. They all collectively wince when they hear a dull snap.

Mina comes racing back into the open, throwing the blankets on the ground next to Eijirou and sliding to her knees.

“What’s happening?” A stern, tinny voice speaks out of Mina’s phone.

Oh, Aizawa. Good call.

“Katsuki went on a hike alone he must have fallen off the cliff. It looks like he tried to use his quirk but he ended up propelling himself into the water. He has a head injury, and probably needs stitches.” Kyoka relays with a dangerously monotone voice, the vigorous shaking has subsided for the most part.

Hanta’s eyes travel to where Eijirou is sitting near Katsuki’s head. His hand is pressing gauze against a bleeding wound on the upper part of his forehead. The skin around it is a shocking dark purple in comparison to the pale, almost blue tint of his skin.

Kyoka continues, “He was underwater for an unknown length of time, when we pulled him out he was convulsing. Weak, irregular pulse. Hanta?”

Hanta scoots forward, moving around Denki to press his fingers to Katsuki’s pulse point.

“Weak, irregular.” He says, looking up at Mina’s phone as if Aizawa will climb out himself and fix all their problems.

“Kaminari, shock him again, then check his pulse and tell me.”

Hanta removes his hands and allows Denki to take control again.

“CLEAR!” He shouts, activating his quirk. Katsuki’s eyelids flutter this time, giving them a glimpse of his severely bloodshot eyes.

Denki leans down and checks, “Heartbeat, no breathing.”

“Rescue breaths,” Aizawa instructs.

Denki shuffles to Katsuki’s side, tilting his head up and plugging his nose. He presses their mouths together and breathes several times. Katsuki’s chest moves steadily with each exhale.

“Is his chest rising?”

“Yes.” Hanta and Mina both respond, staring as they wait for something to happen.

Denki shifts back to chest compressions, blood smeared on his cheek from Katsuki’s head.

“How long has he been above water-”

Katsuki’s eyes shoot open, pink liquid bubbling up from his mouth as he chokes.

Mina gasps, “He’s-!”

“Move him on his side!” Aizawa yells from the phone.

Eijirou holds his head steady as they roll him, his chest heaving as water spews from his mouth and nose.

“Fuck, is this good? Please tell me this is a good thing, I don’t know what to do,” Eijirou leans over Katsuki’s head, trying to see his face.

“Kirishima, breathe.” Kyoka places a hand on his back, but Hanta can tell she’s panicking too.

Denki reaches forward to check his pulse again, sighing when he feels something. He pulls out his phone with the other hand and holds it in front of Katsuki’s mouth. They breathe a collective sigh of relief when it barely fogs.

“Steady pulse, he’s breathing.” Denki exhales, watching Eijirou’s arm as he rubs shaky circles into Katsuki’s back.

“Send me your coordinates, we will be there in ten. Make sure he stays breathing, you hear me?” Aizawa grumbles, “I have to call his parents, call me back if his condition worsens.”

The call clicks off, three beeps cutting into the thick silence.

Katsuki wheezes.

“Holy fuck.” Hanta breathes, finding a truckload of emotion hitting him all at once.

They almost lost him. They almost lost Katsuki to a stupid cliff. No villains, no fighting, just an unfortunate accident.

Katsuki spits up again, and Hanta looks down at the pool of water draining from his pale lips.

Just… some water.

Eijirou crumples, sobbing into Katsuki’s shoulder. He drags his fingers through wet blond hair, avoiding the wound that has finally stopped gushing blood.

“I… can’t believe that just happened.” Mina whispers, new manicure crusted with dirt, her knees scuffed and bleeding.

“Yeah.” Denki nods, pulling himself away from Katsuki and into Kyoka’s side.

“He’s going to be okay.” Hanta asserts, pulling one of the blankets over Katsuki’s shoulders and taking one of his hands. “He’s fine.”

He’ll say it as many times as he needs to.

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alexanderlightweight · 2 years ago

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Wednesday prompt - Alec getting along and liking/or at least appreciating his in-laws more than Magnus likes his?

i finally have the perfect verse for this, tethers of fate and alec basically gets adopted by the unseelie king and his court after he keeps ended up in faerie rings as a child.

i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

Alec sighs, rolling his eyes as he gracefully ignores Ragnor and Magnus’ increasingly loud argument and takes a sip of his wine. It’s seelie wine rather than unseelie, and Alec grimaces and discreetly dumps it into the closest plant. It writhes angrily for a minute before it recognizes seelie magic under the alcohol and he watches as the green and pink of plant turn two shades deeper and more vibrant.

“That was not very sly.” Catarina murmurs as she walks up to stand near him, a soft smile on her face.

“I think he’s too occupied for me to bother being subtle.” Alec admits, glancing back over to where Ragnor is angrily puffing his short, English pipe and Magnus is smirking while elegantly blowing smoke rings from his longer, Japanese kiseru pipe.

Catarina laughs, voice like the soft beat of rain on a pond.

“You’re not wrong. He and Ragnor once argued for two weeks while they were researching, I kept them healthy enough with potions, but I doubt either of them slept during the entire time and by the end of it, neither could talk without magic.”

Alec grins, amused despite his best efforts and he watches Catarina carefully for a moment and then sighs when she catches him looking with a questioning look.

“Is something wrong?”

“No.” Alec shakes his head, because nothing is wrong besides some wistful thinking. Magnus and his father will never get along, Alec knows that.

It’s difficult because he’s not actually upset with either of them for the position he finds himself in. His father loves his children fiercely and viciously and with a possessiveness that Alec has always found to be a comfort.

And, despite his deepest wishes, Alec knows that Magnus would never have been able to convince Arawn to let him bond with Alec. Stealing him away under diplomacy and then binding Alec to himself without permission or knowledge was the only way he was ever going to get to be with Magnus. Even if he didn’t realize what was happening at the time.

“I wish that Magnus could also have this.” Alec finally admits, “I love seeing his life. To meet those he loves and calls family, who care for him as deeply as my kin do me.”

Catarina pauses, a contemplative gleam to her eyes and then she nods with understanding.

“All of your connections are within your father’s court. None of them, the king least of all, are happy with Magnus. With any of the Elders really.”

“You all did steal me away and make sure that tad couldn’t take me back.” Alec reminds her, because while he doesn’t mind anything that happened, it’s still an important point.

Catarina smirks, a cold gleam to her eyes and she shrugs, “Magnus wanted you. Ragnor and I ensured he could have you, it was merely happenstance that the Elders agreed with us.”

Alec admires the devotion of Magnus’ heartkin to him and a part of him aches that he can’t say that Magnus admires the same devotion of Alec’s kin… but Magnus can’t, because Alec’s kin are devoted to separating them.

“Someday I’ll be able to show him my home, but he’ll never be welcome. Not like I am here.”

It’s not something Alec normally cares about, other peoples discomfort and comfort, but he can’t not care about anything that concerns Magnus.

“It will be a long time before Arawn allows Magnus back into his realm.” Catarina murmurs, “and you’re right. He’ll never be truly welcome in the unseelie courts again, not after what we did. Perhaps if we’d realized how covetous your father is of his children, we could have gone a different path. However—” and here, her cheeks tint a darker blue and she looks slightly flustered. “We assumed that he would be more similar to the seelie queen in how he cares for his children.”

“Tad rarely lets any of us bond outside his courts.” Alec pauses, trying to explain what he means without betraying Arawn or Magnus. “It would never have worked, no matter what Magnus did or brought to him. There was never another way, at least not without a great cost and perhaps a war.”

“Even if he was a prince of hell? Or a king in his own right?” Catarina asks carefully and Alec can’t help the little scoff he lets out.

“The seelie queen’s most favored son wanted me as well.” Alec doesn’t notice that Magnus’ attention has dropped from the argument, his eyes darkening as he turns his gaze to Alec. “It could have been the tie we needed, to bring the realms together and tad,” Alec chuckles, “tad spit at the queen’s feet for the perceived insult.

“He was furious that the queen thought her son could simply have me in return for a treaty. None of us are allowed marriages for reasons of politics or power and tad discourages bonding. He would prefer it if we all remained unattached emotionally and merely fucked our way through his courts.”

Alec doesn’t see the dark, enraged look that crosses Magnus’ face and any chance to see it passes as Catarina sighs, catching and keeping his attention.

“It is something of a pity, but Magnus has you and that’s worth more to him than the hospitality of Arawn’s court.”

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #tethers of fate #malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #team immortal #catarina loss #ragnor fell

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years ago

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Choi Twins 2023 Birthday Analysis

Would you believe me if I said that I don’t have much to say this time because the details are always too obvious to spend hours trying to figure out what the little details are? I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t trying to figure them out, though... Anyway! Here we go, let’s talk about it!

So, Cheritz already gave away what’s happening in this picture. It isn’t much of a surprise to me because the theme this year is everyone as children. Which, that frightened me the very second we started on Yoosung’s birthday given just how many of our friends were neglected as children. They gave us one of the happier moments in Zen’s childhood, but we, the fans, know that Saeran and Saeyoung spent their childhood in shackles.

I’ve been speculating for months how they’d even handle this. Some of the hard questions I had to ask myself were: What if they have no choice but to draw the two of them apart? What if Saeyoung is in college and Saeran is in the church in this photo? What if it’s like the 2019 split screen? I didn’t think they’d go as far as to show Saeyoung in the field and Saeran in Mint Eye because they’d be older in their years and beyond what we’d consider their young childhood.

So, Cheritz choosing to show one of the only positive days from their childhood was probably for the best. I can’t tell y’all how scared I was we were going to get a photo of them sitting together in their childhood home with a smuggled piece of cake and a single candle. I mean, it’d be touching to think that Saeyoung would want Saeran to have a good birthday moment, but I don’t think anyone could’ve handled that theme.

“Secret Outings” is all you need to hear to connect the dots on this image. It’s a moment where their mother passed out and there’s a small window to get some ice cream, look at the clouds, or feel like they might just escape a living hell one of these days. I think the relief I have over this only comes from the fact that the Twitter Event will have the boys trying to find the good in the bad, and enjoying the realization that their present can be whatever they want it to be and they’re free.

I pray whatever image they’ve got cooked up on Twitter won’t kill me. If it’s the boys are kids trying to enjoy ice cream, I am going to full on cry for a week and i won’t be okay. They always add an image to the Twitter threads so there is really no telling what it’s going to be. It might be a single photo, or there might be two of them and I don’t know what’s worse. The thought of the boys together on the fleeting summer day of freedom... or them apart, celebrating as young boys who miss each other dearly.

Anyway! As you can see, my speculation is more or less taken care of. I know a few things about this photo. The boys are likely outside somewhere because the hard light that’s on Saeyoung’s head implies he is either directly in the line of the sun or he’s standing by a window where the sun is on him. It makes more sense to me that he’s outside from the harshness of the light. I can’t write off either for this situation, but there’s only so much I can dissect from the small window they gave us.

This could be inside OR outside. It’s a window but I can’t tell if they’re inside of a building or not. I would hope not, if only because the angle here seems like it’s... an outside view of a window. I don’t know for sure. I definitely can’t tell from the other half of the image. There are a lot of whites and blues in this photo... and I can tell y’all from experience over the years that anything that’s a light color isn’t going to reveal anything to you whatsoever.

It makes finding Zen and Saeran so much harder than it needs to be... literally. I’ve cried in group photos because if Zen and Saeran are there... it means I’ve got a chance of not only losing them to the background details, but I’ve got the worst chance in the world of screwing up which is which.

Speaking of that, a lot of people have been saying online, “Why is that hair so white?” Again, I’ll give you the answer to that, Saeyoung’s hair looks white due to the hard light that’s hitting him. It’s not Saeran. It’s not a photo of the boys as babies with the wrong hair color like they did with Children’s Day last year. This is just the way light theory acts out.

The Children’s Day photo was done just for the sake of keeping spoilers out and away from the front and center for fans who don’t know everything there is to be aware of at this point, and for the sake of consistency.

They don’t want to draw everyone drastically different from the way they are in the present. That’s why Yoosung, Jaehee, and Saeran don’t look like how they actually would.

Hard light brightens anything it touches. It’s called hard light for a reason, and if you work with photography or digital art, you’d have discovered this a long time ago when you were just starting out. Here’s an example of a basic hard light I’ve done on a photo of Saeyoung just to give y’all something to look at to clear up a round of confusion. You can see right off the bat that it makes him look bright to the eye. His colors are extra saturated and feel garish if you look at him for way too long.

See how his highlights become whiter? Yeah. That’s the same thing that’s going on in this photo. I hope that clears that problem up for anyone since I’ve seen it a lot since the preview was posted last night and I don’t know if anyone’s had a chance to explain how light works in photos.

So, all and all, I think what’s happening in this photo is simple. Saeran is nervous about being outside for too long and Saeyoung is trying to reassure him that the world can’t hurt them as long as they’re together. Which, in hindsight, it hurts so much to think about them having conversations like that and knowing what’s the next step in their lives while they’re none the wiser to it. Saeyoung is the brother who would do anything to see Saeran smile, and Saeran is the brother who has no choice but to cling to Saeyoung and pray for the best.

Saeyoung is wearing a black shirt or jacket. Saeran is wearing a hoodie that’s a few sizes too big for him. Whatever they have are things that Saeyoung got from a donation bin. I don’t think anyone here believes that Mother Choi would care enough to make sure they boys have something on their back. She gives them the bare minimum so she can afford to wet her lips with alcohol. As long as the two of them aren’t dead, that works for her. They don’t need anything but that in her eyes.

This is the first time we’ve seen baby Saeran drawn in something that isn’t the white button-down or the green shirt he wears in the flashback to the cathedral and the Special Believer package. It might be the first time Saeyoung has been drawn in something other than his black hoodie, too. I just don’t know if this one has sleeves? The color is too light on his arms to have sleeves!

It’s a notable detail to me because I would never imagine the boys wearing any clothes that make it easier to tell how small and malnourished they are. I know they’ve got bruises, too. Saeyoung and Saeran would definitely make a point of wearing clothes that cover everything up. They don’t want to attract attention to them. Their father could be anywhere... his men could be just around the corner. Their hair is enough of a dead-giveaway. They don’t need to make it obvious to anyone.

Anyway, I’m excited for the twin’s birthday and I can’t wait to see them. Boys, I love you so very much. You’ve been a part of my life since 2016 and I know that I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for you. That’s why I’m happy this year that the theme is everyone as children. They all survived and made it a place in this world where they had each other as family. The RFA is a found family and I am happy to be a part of it. I know we all suffered, but we have each other now in every sense of the word. They’re my family.

I survived, they survived, and I’m happy to say that you’ll get through whatever you’re going through, too. Our past is a part of us, yes, but it doesn’t control our future. That’s what I hope to see when the boys take to Twitter and recount their history. What we’ve survived may always be with us... but, our future can be the place we want it to be as long as we’re ready for it... and I think, Saeyoung and Saeran are ready to tackle the present and the future. I’d like to think we all are after seven years of being a family.

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