#my question becomes: what would my result be in the au where i grew up in my birth state (TX) with my mom having grown up in cali
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oh, i've done this before! my results said i'm from california, which i am not, but my mom grew up there, so it tracks
#my question becomes: what would my result be in the au where i grew up in my birth state (TX) with my mom having grown up in cali#and my dad in brooklyn lmao#my western state has no real distinctive accent#anonymous#letterbox
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https://www.tumblr.com/brave-little-pauper/714711313069244416/what-if-kamek-was-successful-in-kidnapping-baby I love this AU idea but how about an AU where the bros grew up separately? How would that affect the game and movie events if they grew up separately but met again as adults with this strange feeling they know each other?
Apologies for the delay. Now that the comic is done, we can begin!
(Strap in, folks. This is gonna be a long one)
In my take of the Mario Bros origin story, game and movie elements are combined, so I'd imagine the separation would occur at the end of Yoshi's Island. The divergence starts when Kamek does not take defeat lightly and decides to try kidnapping the babies just one more time.
The stork is on its way to deliver the twins, and Baby Mario peeks out from the cloth. Suddenly, he sees Kamek flying towards them. Without Yoshi to help him this time, Baby Mario makes a choice.
He leaps off.
Having gone through a dangerous journey to save Baby Luigi, he is willing to become a prisoner if it means his brother's safety. And it works. By the time Kamek sees and catches the baby, the stork has already escaped with the other. Kamek begrudgingly accepts that he can only get one child and hopes keeping them separated will be enough to stop the divination.
I don't know if the bros' parents were expecting twins, but if it were the case, they would be devasted that one is gone. They shelter Luigi as a result. Growing up, Luigi tries avoiding trouble whenever he can. If he gets bullied, he stays quiet. Perhaps he was told about a twin, but he wouldn't bring the subject up for worry of upsetting his parents.
On Mario's side, this becomes Minion AU adjacent as he grows up training to serve Bowser. The difference here is that without someone close to hold him back, Mario, or rather "Red", is more impulsive and bullheaded, constantly trying to prove himself worthy much to his fellow soldiers' chagrin. Being the sole human in the Koopa Troop, he feels lonely (not that he'd ever admit it).
Years go by and we cut to Luigi ending up in the Mushroom Kingdom (how he got there is a spoiler for my Origin Story plotline). He is absolutely lost. When he makes it to the village, he asks where he is and accidentally bumps into the toads and their property, making a scene that gets him taken to the castle by guards for questioning. Luckily, Peach doesn't see Luigi as a threat and says he can stay the night and she'll send a guide to take him back to the city in the morning.
However, news of a mysterious human spreads to Bowser's castle. This upsets Kamek in particular for reasons he refuses to explain. Hoping this could get on his King's good graces, Red sneaks out and searches for this human to capture them.
As Peach shows Luigi around the Kingdom, Red dashes for him, ready to strike with his hammer. Just like with Wario in the latest comic, Luigi's hat is what throws Red off. He becomes so focused on it that he doesn't register Luigi cowering and completely misses his shot, fumbling onto the ground. He shakes it off and the two look face to face. Red feels a tear going down his cheek and his heart aches, baffling him. He runs off without a word.
"Do you know him?" Asks Peach, pulling Luigi up. "No, but he looked at me like I was familiar.." Luigi feels a tug at his heart too, though he interprets it as being homesick. Since this would-be assailant was masked, Luigi doesn't notice the resemblance.
Seeing that he's targeted by Bowser's army, Peach decides to train Luigi on the obstacle course, taking him on her journey for aid.
For failing his mission and making his presence known to the enemies, Red dares not to return to the Troop and face punishment. He goes into hiding, believing he can redeem himself by learning the heroes' plan and reporting back. He follows them and observes Luigi from afar, looking for whatever makes him so special and, more importantly, why he teared up at the sight of him.
In reminiscent of the campfire scene, I picture Luigi looking out into the sky, the others having fallen asleep. This is where Red comes in, threatening to attack his sleeping companions unless he answers this one question:
"Where did you get that hat?"
"I-I was born with it…?" Luigi sheepishly answers.
"Mock me all you want, but I don't think Lord Bowser would be pleased."
"What do you want from me? I'm not a warrior. I never even met this Bowser guy. How am I a threat?"
"Exactly! While it'd be fun to see, what point is there in him curbstomping you just like that? At least learn how to put up a fight!"
Red offers to teach Luigi a quick lesson in hand-to-hand combat. Maybe he even lets him hold his hammer, which Luigi proves to be a natural at since he's part of the wrecking crew.
For a moment, it seemed less like enemies quarreling and more like a boy teaching his little bro how to stand up to a bully and that heartache comes back…
Aaaand that's where I left off. At the moment, neither know the truth about each other. Maybe in terms of the movie, Luigi accepts the deal in fighting DK with his new skills, which would make the hidden Red facepalm…which would then prompt him to question why he cares all of a sudden.
Anyone is free to add their own take or build off of what I wrote. I don't know if I'll make this its own AU, but I had a lot of fun brainstorming this concept.
Thanks for reading!
#super mario#super mario bros#mario bros#mario#smb#luigi#mario and luigi#mario au#mario movie#separated au#Minion AU#luigi mario#ask a me#Marie's rambling rambles
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about FTS and Joker son... If a Au of your Au happened, with a alternative version where he doesn't shot Milton and realized that's his son and stuff, then what? Would he... Try to actually talk to him? After realize that he couldn't fullfil the death alternative, of course. Or would he just pretend that he don't know at all that his son from his past life (pre-acid) is alive and out there in the world... A weakness.
In this situation, would he actually act out of his MO? To the point batman start to think something is more weird than usual and start to investigate? So many question so many question. If batman find out I have the impression he would never let joker near him just like with dark prince charming. Like, "what? This is your son? Nop, it's mine now :) won't let you mess him up >:{"
That's an interesting question! I did consider it too, but it's really so hard to pin down what Joker's reaction would be... You know how at the end of Batman: The Three Jokers, it's revealed that Jeannie and her son are still alive? And that Bruce is hiding it from Joker to protect them from him?
I always wondered about that; what Joker would do if he found out. Bruce thought Joker would be a threat to his family, but I don't know if he's right. If Joker realized his son lived, his son with Jeannie ('cause that's the thing, it's not like Joker wasn't confronted with the possibility of a child of his before, in Lonnie Machin or Anarky)... the first step would be to even admit that's his son. I had this happen in FTS too, with Joker having a private detective scour through Brennan/Milton's life, and then had him be incapable of opening the resulting file-- of having it confirmed, black-on-white, what his former name was, who his former family was, and who it was that he actually shot. Even if Milton was alive, Joker would still need to first unequivocally accept the truth. Recognize his history in full, and stop having a multiple-choice past.
Would he be able to do that? If Milton was alive, I'm leaning towards the second option you mentioned: Joker burying the knowledge and pretending he never realized the truth, all while anonymously sending Milton money or keeping track of him, to see how his life goes... He would act strangely at first, perhaps he'd be too quiet or break his patterns a bit, but not enough for Batman to link Milton to Joker's prior identity. Unless something happened. If Milton got kidnapped or threatened and suddenly you've got the fucking Joker saving this random guy and possibly hunting down everyone who's ever hurt him for sport, I guess you would start to wonder.
And lol, I agree that Bruce finding out would lead to some heavy adoption tendencies getting activated. Not just because of The Dark Prince Charming, but also because of The New Golden Age, in which we find out that at some point, Bruce adopted Joker's son and made him a Robin. I guess it'd depend on Milton's age at the time of discovery; if he's a child, Bruce would definitely go into mother hen mode. The man adopts so many children of criminals (cases in point: Damian, Stephanie, Cassandra, even Jason). If Milton was older like I had him be in FTS, this would not be as intense, though Bruce would still get very controlling-- because he'd also be afraid of what Milton could become.
But at the end of the day, I don't think Joker would interact with Milton. Yes, because he might not even be able to accept that Milton is his son, but also... [sigh] well, he's the Joker now, isn't he? He probably killed people Milton knew. Milton grew up seeing Gotham ravaged by the rampage of a grinning monster everyone fears and hates. Deep down, Joker would be afraid of interacting with Milton. Because he's linked to who he used to be... the Jack Napier who wasn't a serial-killing psychopath (I refuse to bow down to canon and call him Jack White; DC can kiss my ass on this one). And Joker can't afford to go back. There is no going back. Even if Milton found out about his father, who in their right mind would want Joker in their life? Every time Joker saw Milton, he'd think about how Jeannie would hate everything he became, and how she'd hate how Jack never looked for Milton, never found him, never took care of him.
This is why I killed off poor Milton in FTS, hah. Joker is too far gone to deal with an alive family, and he'd find ways to bury the knowledge or he'd have a psychotic break-- maybe he'd try to throw them in the acid vat to make them see the world like him, and he'd either succeed or kill them in the process, but the thing is, none of that is conducive to change. But if he killed his own son... in so many ways, that's a shock to all of the cornerstones of the identity he's crafted as the Joker. It's something he cannot run away from. It's something that'd drive him to try another acid bath, that's how desperate he'd be to bury it. It's regret. It's him experiencing for himself what others felt when he killed their loved ones and claimed it was the chaos of the Universe. It's a seed of potential empathy.
fanfic writer ask game - director's commentary
#this ended up a 'try not to spoil your own fic too much' challenge#asks#ask game#falls the shadow#joker
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For the vidder ask: 11, 18, 24, 26! :)
Ooohhh, this gets really really long because of the multiple questions ahaha and I also tried to be succinct in my answers but that's hard.
24. When and why did you get started?
A stargate friend way back in maybe 2004 was sending me bootleg copies of Stargate SG-1 episodes on a CD-ROM but also had included some music videos that had some pop songs to the characters. (I’m A Slave for Yu of Britney Spears for Lord Yu and My Goddess by the Exies for the Goa’uld stick in my mind). I thought these videos were really, really soooo cool. I also grew up watching MTV when they were still showing music videos regularly and had unconsciously been absorbing the visual language of short form narrative and grooving with the music. So it’s no wonder that I wanted to learn how to make music videos of my own to a show that I really deeply loved.
I started vidding in 2007 with a copy of iMovie. And pretty quickly I realized I wanted to do more of this video editing thing because I was having so much fun. I didn’t have the pirating knowledge back then so I used my entire summer job money to pay for a student license of Final Cut Express which I think at the time was $200 or $300 back then as well as an external hard drive. A small investment to dive further into the hobby that would become much of my creative joys for the future.
Around 2006 and 2007 I was scouring livejournal for other fanvids at the time to see what other people were making. Buffy and due South and X-Files and Stargate were all very popular shows to vid for and I found the vidding community on livejournal and just hit the ground running with the hobby. Reading people’s vid notes, reading people’s comments on vids. Looking up lyrics and seeing how people tried to connect story ideas of the song and shippy feelings to the show. This was pre-YouTube and streaming video platforms were only just starting to become a thing. All fan-made tutorials were meticulously written out in text and screenshotted. It was a combination of all the fannish resources and communities where people asked questions and me literally mashing every button and pulling on every lever in the software that I started to learn how to export and lose my mind over things called “codecs” and “aspect ratios” and more. You won’t hear people screaming about it much now but old school vidders will remember ghost frames and that weird green line that would appear in exports and other batshit visual artifacts that would end up in finished results. the tech was so janky back then and Final Cut crashed a lot. The technical aspect was so hard to get used to but it was really satisfying to learn enough to make the things.
I love making stories come alive in fanvids. ---
11. Have you vid any ocs?
I had to sit and think about this because I was only kind of sure the answer was yes. I needed to go and look and make sure it was only one or two instances that I managed to vid OCs because I’ve made SO MANY vids and have half-started others over the years that it’s hard to keep track.
Armour For Liars is a fanvid for synecdochic’s Stargate SG-1 AU fic A Howling in a Factory Yard. At the linked vidpage I have a lot of notes about making this vid at the time. It was a true delight to fan-cast for synecdochic’s original characters. It was also really, really great to recieve such enormous and surprised and awed feedback on that vid. I wasn’t not doing well at the time I made that vid so it was nice that I could still make something really cool and watch people get excited. Just take a look at the 40+ comments I got on that vid, it’s still wonderful to look back on it. :)
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18. Favorite artist to vid to?
I have like five different answers to this depending on the day (and I also have another ask like this I’m answering with more and different detail.) I love vidding Kesha, Linkin Park, Lady Gaga, Audioslave, Bishop Briggs, 2000s music, etc etc.
Right now I REALLY look forward to vidding covers and mashups and medleys. This type of song allows me to create a more layered narrative/emotional landscape to use songs that are familiar but end up hitting very differently when applied to a vid. Also the songs are just really cool, IMO and tickle my brain. Let me give you an example.
Memory Leak (also on ao3) is my Matrix Resurrection vid. I wanted to vid this film and I specifically wanted to find a song that was contemporary at the time of the release of the original trilogy (so 1999-2003) but I wanted to have it be a cover. It’s a new take, re-visiting an old song. Similar to how the film is re-visiting the events of Neo’s life from the original trilogy after he's aged 20+ years.
I identified the song Adam’s Song by Blink 182 pretty quickly since it came to mind based on the subject of the film. The original song had depressive overtones (and you can read more about the song on Wikipedia) which I believe mapped out well to the emotional journey of Neo in Matrix Resurrections. However, the thematic arc and motivation of Neo’s journey is one of love and perseverance. I had like 3-6 covers of Adam’s Song that were more melancholy and hopeful, somber and positive. I settled on Albert Salt’s cover because it his vocals and his version of the song I felt matched the hope and love vibes that I got out of the film. This cover also ended up being a medley and giving me some extra lyrics from other Blink182 songs to play with outside narrative context of Adam’s Song and I think that also really helped elevate the vid. Also I think it’s just a really pretty cover, very lovely.
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26. Any vidding rituals you have?
My main ritual happens before I even start actively working on a vid. When I’m ready to warm up my brain for a project, I create a vidsong playlist for my current vid interests. I will be listening to the vidsong about 4,000x before I even download an episode or make a clip or create a project file. I listen to it until it’s in my bones, my brain is saturated with it and no other music exists. I should be tired of the song by the time I start vidding it but it really helps grease my creative wheels.
I also love to create multiple vidsong playlists and shuffle things around for various reasons. It helps me keep some of my (too many) ideas somewhat organized and I love tidying my playlists and adding to them during this idea/discovery stage of the process. I have a main/general vidding playlist, a playlist for songs that are “incubating” and don’t have a show or film attached to it yet but I love the song and know the song would be great to vid. I have two (actually three) witcher-specific vidsong playlists, a ‘vidding graveyard’ playlist for song/ideas I’ve abandoned over the years. I have other playlists that are genre specific. I have show/film specific playlists while I’m either contemplating an ambitious project like a Vid Album or when I’m trying to listen to potential vidsongs back-to-back and audition them in my brain for the vid I think I want to make or would like to make. Honestly I could do a separate ask game just on my vidding playlist ideas or my vid wips and published catalogue for the sheer volume of music genres/artists and sources I’ve done over the years. If that’s something people might be interested in exploring. I could call it “Vidder Open House.” thank you for the ask!! Get to Know the Vidder ask game! Send me an ask!
#i got a lot more asks to get through but i'm so excited#please keep sending me asks#also ask me about my wips please#vidder ask game#viddingdora#vidding#the vidding process#the creative process#askdora#andordean#answerdora#fanvids#fan vids#fan videos#fan edit#textpost
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I haven't played the game myself but I DO want to know about your Tavs! I think you've mentioned Kitrye and Mallathalra are sisters, so maybe answer 1-10 for each, or both if the answer is the same, and also 31 (Underdark question)
SYMRYVVIN SISTERS, LET'S GO (thank you!)
• Origin & Class
1. What is their backstory and why did you choose it?
(warning for brief references to past implied SA)
Kitrye is a half-Elf; her father was a captured Wood Elf, her mother was a priestess of Lolth. The circumstances of her conception were...less than consensual, and her father was killed before she was born. She grew up stigmatized, with only a few friends or allies, the most prominent being her adoptive sister, Mallathalra, a former urchin brought in by the Symryvvin family (even her name was given to her; her original name has been forgotten, even by Malla). As time went on, she discovered the goddess Eilistraee, who comforted her and showed her a different path, that she didn't have to live in the darkness forever. After a time serving as a Shadowdancer, working quietly to undermine Lolth even as she appeared faithful, she escaped to the surface world, becoming Eilistraee's paladin and pursued by her sister.
Going into Kitrye's backstory, I wanted to do at least a LITTLE bit of a shakeup from my usual pattern for OC backstories. I know that I like a *lot* of characters with abusive fathers. At first, I toyed with her being a Seldarine Drow whose mother or father had escaped to the surface and fallen in love with an Elf, but as I started to dig more into Drow society, I found myself wanting to dig more into the darker side of things and what it would genuinely be like to be a half-Elf in that kind of regimented world, so I decided to toy with that. Going through conversations with friends, I realized that I actually HAD like. My actual thoughts on Kitrye's development while it was happening written out.
(@hotelfgirl suggested a Drow because "it was angstier"; she has no one but herself to blame for the result.) (Please note: I HAVE NEVER EVEN DONE A DURGE RUN.) (I HAVE FIVE RUNS OF THIS STUPID GAME. AND I HAVE NEVER DONE A DURGE RUN.)
(Additionally HILARIOUS when you remember how much Kitrye canonically HATED ASTARION by the end of her run. Like, girl couldn't even romance him long enough to dump him after ascending him; the worst thing I ever did was have an AU where she had sex with him so that I could get modded footage of Astarion being swapped for Raphael, just because of how UNCOMFORTABLE she looked.)
I looked up different Drow noble houses, since I knew that that would be a vital part of her identity, I chose the Symryvvins because they're low enough in the hierarchy that next to nothing's been done on them, so I had a lot of leeway. (It wasn't until later that I learned about the earlier sources that indicated that House Symryvvin were known for producing priestesses and might be the real powers in Menzoberranzan...which fit PERFECTLY.)
Malla came later, much later. As I was developing a fic that involves Kitrye going back to the Underdark, I thought about what I wanted to show of the Symryvvin family. The girl's mother, sure, but what about other family members? It didn't make sense for there to be only TWO Drow in this noble house, there would have to be other family members. And I was kind of eager to toy with what a Lolth sworn Drow would be like. What's it like for people who AREN'T Kitrye? It wasn't a fully developed character, more an antagonist who would impede Kitrye's time in the Underdark and who might know about her secret, but not say anything, giving the appearance of being a friend before betraying her. Then, as I was reading the 2E book on Menzoberranzan, I saw an interesting bit on non-noble Drow with certain skills being adopted into noble families. I thought about what kind of urchin might be adopted, and I remembered the Szarkai. In a flash, Malla was born, from all these disparate pieces. A character who would be the anti-Kitrye, who would be cynical, pragmatic, and ruthless, loyal to Lolth, and devoted to the Symryvvin cause. Someone who would hunt Kitrye down, explaining, FINALLY, *why* she felt she needed to go back to the Underdark. (I was still planning on having her betray Kitrye, even though it felt wrong, but @claradwor WISELY talked me out of it, saving Malla's character.)
From there, a lot naturally felt into place as I was making her in character creator and then playing her in the game, both at the tail end of Kitrye's run and ESPECIALLY in her own run.
2. What is their class (+ subclass) and why did you choose it?
Kitrye is a Light Cleric of Eilistraee/Paladin, Oath of the Ancients. I knew, as I was developing Kitrye, that I desperately wanted her to be a paladin of Eilistraee. I wanted to play her as this sort of grail knight figure, with a strong sense of redemption, but perhaps with a touch of hubris as far as her own ability to be corrupted. And in order to be a paladin of a deity, you have to at least dip into cleric.
For Oath of the Ancients, as I'll touch on...I actually wanted her to be something else, but it wasn't available in the game. I went between Oath of the Ancients/Oath of Devotion, but the Ancients' overall emphasis on preserving the light against the dark really seemed to fit a paladin of Eilistraee and her battle against Lolth perfectly. I didn't know she was going to be an Oathbreaker going in, it wasn't planned (and in some ways clashed with my plans to have her become corrupted later) but I decided in Act 1, with the Nere bossfight (where, in the first runthrough, she broke her oath due to killing some guards....so I had to run through the fight AGAIN) that if there was ever a time when I thought it would suit her story arc, to go for it. And when it came time to free or destroy the vampire spawn, I decided that this was a worthy cause for her to break her oath for and a great character development moment, so I accepted it, and so she's a canon Oathbreaker.
3. Do they multiclass? Why (not)?
Kitrye multiclasses as a Cleric/Paladin. I usually emphasize the Paladin aspect, because it's the most relevant to her arc. (I only multiclassed as Cleric initially so I could choose her deity, since Eilistraee is so important to her and her arc, even though by the end of her run, she had more Cleric than Paladin levels.)
Malla is a Gloomstalker Ranger/Assassin/Fighter combo. (She is. Terrifying in combat. To the point of nearly one-shotting a dragon. That is why she is my Tactician Mode Girl.) Beyond minmaxing, I wanted to emphasize the various aspects of Malla's work -- she's a ranger, a lot of her work does involve tracking down the enemies of Lolth and dragging people back to the Underdark. She can live off the grid, away from the most strenuous aspects of Drow society (hence how she has her tattoo.) Assassin to emphasize her role as an infiltrator, working from the shadows, killing quietly and quickly. Fighter to build off the ranger and emphasize her combat training.
4. Is there a reason why your Tav starts out as Level 1?
For Kitrye, it's the tadpole. Realistically, given her history and the sheer *length* of her service to Eilistraee, I think that her final level of 12 might very well reflect her "natural" level pre-tadpole, though I could be persuaded to lower her down to a 10.
For Malla, when I first introduced her, it wasn't actually during her own run -- it was Kitrye's. I installed a mod that allowed you to add custom companions, and so she was brought in for the Destroy the Steel Watch quest, well after Kitrye had obtained level 12, so she started off as a level 12, and I consider that to be canon for her. (In her own run, she started off as a 1 just like everyone else, and like with Kitrye, I blame the tadpole. Because there's no way you can be an elite Drow ranger and be a 1.)
5. Does your Tav have family members? Are they close?
Malla and Kitrye are adopted siblings (though, honestly, even *I* barely remember the "adopted" part). Malla was an urchin, taken in by the Symryvvin family because she was a Szarkai Drow, therefore believed to be a sign of Lolth's favor. The two sisters have an odd relationship -- Kitrye spends most of her canon run scared of Malla finding her, but, once Malla does, she gave her full access to the camp inventory and allowed her to choose whatever weapons she wanted. Malla gained the scar on her eye from protecting Kitrye from bullies when they were children. Kitrye used her skill at alchemy to make poisons for Malla to dip her arrows into, and Malla will collect ingredients for Kitrye without even thinking. They both resent one another on some level for having something that the other wants -- Kitrye for Malla being able to blend into society aboveground (since she's often mistaken for an albino elf, despite Kitrye actually BEING half-Elf), Malla for Kitrye having the Symryvvin blood and the security that brings (as much security as you can get in Drow society), and not wanting it. They are totally incompatible as far as their life trajectories, but they are also sisters, and it's a bond that goes deeper than anyone really anticipates, especially from the Drow.
Kitrye lives in a state of fear of her mother -- I do think that she loved Kitrye, or at least was invested enough in her survival to both keep the pregnancy *and* allow her to grow into adulthood, but it has also never been a fully loving relationship. Kitrye's mother will use her for her purposes and, if she was to ever find out the full extent of Kitrye's Eilistraean activities, she wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice her to Lolth. The main reason that Kitrye lives *now* and is even given the option of being dragged to Menzoberranzan, instead of being executed on the spot, is that her mother refuses to believe she could not only leave Lolth and become an apostate, but to convert to Eilistraee, the result of wishful thinking and the Symryvvin family's adamantine reputation for being loyal followers of Lolth. Malla's reputation is far more distant -- Malla knows that she relies on the Symryvvin family. When their fortunes rise, so do hers, and if their fortunes fall, so do hers, and so she obeys the letter of the matron mother's requests, even as she acts as a free agent. Their mother is more of a patron to her than a maternal figure, and Malla, in turn, is the Symryvvin family's own weapon, honed to perfection, a blade worthy of the Eyes of Lolth.
6. Does your Tav have any friends from their past? Are they still friends?
Ilivarra, a fellow Eilistraean who helped Kitrye adjust to her new, dangerous life in the service of Eilistraee when she was a new convert. Unfortunately, while Kitrye still considers her a friend, she can't be in contact with her, due to Ilivarra's life as a Shadowdancer for Eilistraee, still working in Menzoberranzan. Ilivarra was there when, after the game, Kitrye returned to Menzoberranzan for her last mission, ultimately allowing herself to become a human sacrifice for the sake of the mission. (Which caused Kitrye to have a minor breakdown, as she realized that, after everything she'd accomplished, she still couldn't save her friends, she was still the same sad, scared little girl she'd been over two hundred years before the second she was in front of her mother.)
For Malla, I don't believe that she has any real friends, especially with her line of work. She has people who she uses, she has people whose trust she twists, but I don't believe she would be able to trust someone enough to truly consider them a friend.
7. Does your Tav have connections to other characters (I.e.: NPCs)?
Nere is either a half-brother or cousin to the girls. I don't know which, honestly, which shows that it isn't REALLY as important as it could be. (He was born well after Kitrye had left the Underdark, so she never knew him growing up.) (#He'sJustNere)
Malla is romancing Minthara and, even in Kitrye's run, I like to think that, while Kitrye was fighting her way to Baldur's Gate, Malla was following behind her and rescued her from Moonrise Towers. (She and Kitrye eventually have a long discussion about So, Now We Both Hate Lolth.) I don't think that either girl knew her before, at least not on a personal level. I suspect, from Minthara's voice acting, that she might be a good few centuries older than them, possibly in the 300s-400s to their ~270s. Not MASSIVE by Drow standards, but enough to mean they weren't running in the same generational circles.
Kitrye's reputation as a devilfucker, for better or worse, barely needs to be said, but she has a push and pull dynamic with Raphael that threads its way throughout the three acts of the game. They actually never met one another BEFORE the game, though, something that Raphael sometimes regrets.
I do think that Kitrye might have met Araj at one point, both of them being roughly the same age, with an interest in potions-- Araj doesn't recognize her and Kitrye tries very hard to not give out her name in their encounter, even if she doesn't totally succeed and Araj absolutely comes to realize who the half-Elf browsing through her shop is. I don't think their relationship before was particularly cordial. (Her relationship with Araj's cousins absolutely was NOT.)
For characters who don't appear in the game, Kitrye's first crush was Gromph Baenre. An adolescent Kitrye would wait up at night for the tower of Narbondel to light up and would moon over how wise and handsome Gromph was. (Malla still remembers this and *will* tease her.)
HATES Drizzt because she feels like he doesn't give proper credit to Eilistraee. Deeply respects Liriel Baenre, despite being a century older than her and once wanting to fuck Liriel's dad. (Isobel 🤝 Liriel: Kitrye being friends with them and considering asking them if they'd ever thought of having a new stepmother.) (Malla hates Drizzt because...he betrayed Lolth. She also DESPISES Viconia and collaborated with Kitrye to kill her.)
8. Where did your character live before the events of the game?
Kitrye has been wandering around Faerûn, always watching behind her back for the forces of Lolth, wherever there's a need of her. She's tangled with Drow slavers, helped as a healer in places that had been devastated by raiders, and met with other Eilistraean forces to devise strategies, particularly keeping in contact with Liriel Baenre and Qilué Veladorn. She can never stay too long and she doesn't want to, being somewhat solitary by most Eilistraean standards.
Malla, likewise, is often travelling around, working as a sort of bounty hunter in Lolth's name, focusing especially on cities and urban areas, places where Drow might escape in the hopes of blending in with a crowd. Anywhere where the Symryvvin family has need of her, she goes. Just before the events of the game, she began the process of infiltrating the new cult known as the Absolute, gaining the trust of a few major members and ingratiating herself, selling herself as a new prospect.
9. Does your Tav have a different class/race/origin than in the game? (I.e.: Your Tav is Aasimar, fisherman backstory ...)
I really, really wanted Kitrye to be an Oath of Redemption Paladin. That was the theming I wanted for her, especially as a follower of Eilistraee, but because of game limitations, she had to take a vow as Oath of the Ancients instead. To some extent, I think it worked out well, because I think it really allowed her to explore the limits of her character in a way she wouldn't have with Oath of Redemption, I think, if I was to play it again in a world where both were available, I would give her Oath of the Ancients again, but it's always going to be a case of what could have been.
Malla's an odd combination of noble/urchin for her backstory, but I decided to keep "noble" for Kitrye and "urchin" for Malla to highlight the difference between them in their early lives. (Though "folk hero" or "outlander" would have ALSO worked for Kitrye.)
10. What was your Tav like as a child?
Kitrye was a quiet child, the type who've learned the dangers of speaking up too often, too loudly. She spent most of her time in the company of the House Wizard, who taught her all there was to know about the study of alchemy, even though Kitrye felt no particular love or aptitude for the broader study of magic. She had few friends, was quite lonely, but observed a great deal, becoming quite adept at studying human behavior and picking apart intentions in order to turn conversations her way when she did speak.
Malla was more outgoing, naturally quick and clever, operating as a petty thief in Menzoberranzan before being taken in. Like Kitrye, she honed her charisma carefully, but also maintained a proud streak that did not tolerate insult. If Drow society turned Kitrye into a somewhat naturally pensive, sad child, they made Mallathalra into a cynical one. She was pragmatic, keeping an eye on Kitrye because the Symryvvin name was hers as well, and was willing to defend her to the point of drawing blood (even with the knowledge and, perhaps, even expectation that one day, it would be Kitrye's blood at the end of either her knife or her arrow). The two of them formed a natural partnership, albeit one that was strained by their different personalities and outlooks.
31. What does your Tav think of the Underdark and the Myconids?
The Underdark is still Kitrye's home, to some extent. It's where she grew up, she's attached to it, but she also hasn't gone back since she escaped over a century before. She was constantly on edge in the area, always worried that someone from her past would pop up, even though they were far from Menzoberranzan. Still, it was in the Underdark that her character development first began, between gaining the Phalar Aluve, the Eilistraean sword that she used for the rest of her run, as well as confronting and killing Nere, fully claiming her heroic legacy as a half Elf for the first time, with both sides of her heritage integrated into one another. She enjoyed her time with the Myconids, even if she found their reanimation process to be disturbing, and was thrilled to be given the title "peacebringer." She considers them to be genuine friends and hopes to stay with them again at some point, enjoying their song.
Malla didn't feel the same angst over the situation -- this is the Underdark, it's her home, she knows the dangers better than anyone, and so it was the best path to travel. She doesn't particularly ENJOY being there, simply because it means that she gets a shorter leash, but it's a more mundane "gah, I was having so much fun aboveground" type of thing as opposed to Kitrye constantly looking over her shoulder. Malla didn't particularly think too much of the Myconids one way or another -- she helped them out, they helped her out. She chose Spaw over Glut as sovereign purely because she decided that Spaw was the sane option and, even as she rolled her eyes at some of the titles and the superlatives, she accepted the possibility of new allies.
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okay lets get into this *cracks knuckles*
so it all started out when one day i was just like "what if sakura could see chakra ever since she was born"- random i know but chakra interests me so much and i feel like what we see in canon is just the tip of the iceberg. i researched every single thing about chakra in naruto and then created my own "au", where everyone has their own unique signature according to varying factors (i go more in depth about it here)
i am much less involved with naruto than my fixation on it would lead you to believe; in reality besides watching it as a kid, i mostly go off character studies, interviews, manga synopsis, and other fans' interpretations. as a result i am no expert, but this is all for my own fun and amusement anyway.
in my au, sakura was born to two civilians (mebuki and kizashi haruno) and grew up as an ordinary civillian girl. except, she was born with the ability to see chakra.
she had thought it was normal to see it, until an innocent question when she is four years old, where her mom reveals that it is not normal. this causes young sakura to spiral, promising to herself to be normal and ignore her ability to see chakra.
except, this one incident seemed to have lit a fire in sakura. she had always been curious why her mother seemed to hate shinobi, but now that curiosity has increased tenfold. what's so bad about shinobi? she sets out to find the reason, only to fall in love with shinobi culture and the purpose it seems to bring.
thus begins sakura's determination to become a shinobi despite the hand she was dealt, and maybe even because of it.
as of now, it has culminated into a fic i rarely update due to my lack of motivation when it comes to writing lol-- but i have sooo many thoughts about it dude. if youve somehow read this all the way (props to you) and your interested, feel free to ask about it on asks or comment because i would love to go more in depth.
i have no one to ramble about my sakura au to so I think im just gonna start just posting shit abt it to the void tbh
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falling star (m) | prince!hyuck
pairing: donghyuck x reader
words: 7k+
summary: you’re betrothed to the handsome prince donghyuck, but when your life is put in danger, you’re unsure if you can trust him.
genre: fluff, angst, smut
warnings: prince!donghyuck, princess!reader, soulmate!au, mentions of death, unprotected sex, public sex, sex in prison lmao, impregnation, little bit of voyeurism
basically i rewatched moon lovers and i turned this fic into a kdrama,,, thank you for 1k followers!!
terms to know:
gongju - princess
jeonha - king
seja-jeonha - crown prince (next in line for the throne)
wangja - son of a king and a concubine
daegun - prince, but not made to be king
You first experience heartbreak when you are only three years old.
You watched as your mother faded before you, her life escaping her body as she consumed the dark poison hidden in her tea. You remember all of the servants rushing to her aid, screaming for someone to fetch the physician. It wasn’t until minutes later that someone realized you were still in the room, carrying you away as you cried for your mother.
Since that day, you’ve carried yourself with a heavy heart.
There were numerous whispers roaming around the castle — most of them talking about how you were a witness to your mother’s death, and how you never recovered. They weren’t wrong.
Your mother’s killer was never clearly identified. All of the servants in the palace had been thoroughly questioned but many false accusations were made and your father, who was in the depths of his grief, decided to kill the wrongly accused. He never launched a full investigation and instead, attended to you and your siblings to prolong the mourning period.
Your father became a more gentle king after his wife’s death. Wars ceased and the plantation in the kingdom became more fruitful after your father diverted the kingdom’s expenses. He did not take on any more lovers and focused on his palace and his children.
You, however, became cautious as you grew up in the palace, afraid that your mother’s killer still walks before you.
“Gongju, shouldn’t you be carrying out your duties?”
You blink when Mark rounds the corner, taking a seat beside you. The both of you rest peacefully underneath one of the blossoming trees, but you should know that your brother cannot keep silent for long.
“Donghyuck arrives today.”
“Good for him.”
Mark sighs. “I know you do not wish to be married, but-“
“But nothing,” you hiss, standing up and brushing off the dust on your skirt. Chaeyoung, your attending lady, rushes to your side once she sees your movement. She bows deeply in recognition of your brother’s presence. “If Taeyong wants to marry me off so carelessly, then so be it.”
“You know that’s not true-“
You don’t allow him to finish his sentence, walking off with Chaeyoung in step behind you. She says nothing but you can tell she wants to interfere.
Chaeyoung has been your best friend since you were younger, assigned to be your personal lady when you both were only eight years old. Chaeyoung knew you better than anyone else, and she understood your hatred towards your upcoming marriage.
It was only days ago when Taeyong, your oldest brother and crown prince, decided to persuade your father into finding you a suitable marriage. You were of age to be married and if you did not find a suitable partner in time, the palace would begin to murmur.
Donghyuck was a prince from a neighboring kingdom, sent by his brother, Moon Taeil, to arrange a marriage between you. Since Donghyuck was a result of one of his father’s affairs, he had no chance of becoming the king of his own palace. Taeil still loved his brother dearly and wanted to find him a good match.
Unluckily, that match was you.
You run into Taeyong on your way back to your quarters, and you offer him a bow.
“Seja-jeonha, nice to see you.”
He smiles tightly at Chaeyoung and asks her to excuse himself as he pulls you aside.
“You are supposed to be on the palace steps to greet Prince Donghyuck. He traveled five days just to meet you, you know.”
“Such a long time for something so disappointing.”
It’s clear Taeyong is distressed by your blatant disobedience. It’s not often a princess rejects a marriage offer, but you can’t help but be displeased. You’ve never wanted a conventional marriage and you hoped your father would never set you up for one.
“You’re lucky that Donghyuck accepted the offer. You know that most of father’s advisors wished to send you off like we did with Naeun. I’m grateful for Donghyuck so we could still have you in the palace.”
You know deep down that Taeyong means the best. He hates when his family is separated, and all of you were particularly saddened when Naeun was married off a year ago, leaving the palace to be with her husband. Because of the long travel and royal duties, you haven’t been able to see her since she left.
You understand why he wants you to get married so quickly. If you don’t marry Donghyuck now, your father’s advisors would convince him to marry you to another prince from a far kingdom.
You sigh. Although you don’t want to get married anytime soon, you’d rather stay in the palace than be forced to leave. “I understand, Taeyong. I’ll play my part if I need to. Is he at least good-looking?”
Taeyong laughs. “Yes, he’s quite handsome.”
“Excuse me, seja-jeonha.” Eunuch Kim bows deeply as he stands in front of you two.
“You can just call me Taeyong, Doyoung. We’ve been over this.”
You know, however, that no matter how many times Taeyong says it, Doyoung could never go against the honorifics.
“Gongju’s presence is requested at the front of the palace. Prince Donghyuck is arriving soon.”
You purse your lips. “I’ll be right there.”
He nods, bowing before stepping away. Taeyong envelopes you into a hug.
He whispers in your ear. “This is what’s best for you, forgive me.”
“You don’t need to be forgiven,” you mumble back, feeling slightly guilty that you’ve made your brother think so.
Once you part, you smile at Chaeyoung, who has been waiting patiently for you.
“Shall we?”
You two make your way to the front steps of the palace, where most of the palace is eagerly waiting to see the prince.
“Jeonha,” you greet your father, occupying the spot next to him. He smiles at you.
“You look lovely today. Excited to meet Donghyuck?”
You offer him your best fake smile. “Of course.”
Soldiers announce Donghyuck’s arrival before the gates of the palace are opened up for him. He comes in riding his horse, stopping in front of the palace steps and dismounting. He’s quick to bow and you’re a little taken out of breath.
Taeyong was right. He’s very handsome.
“Welcome, Prince Donghyuck,” your father shouts for the palace to hear. You can spot your other two brothers, Jeno and Seokmin, murmuring with each other as they eye Donghyuck. “We’re grateful that you have made the long trip to our kingdom.”
Donghyuck is listening to the king’s words yet he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.
“Yes, I appreciate that jeonha has so graciously allowed me into the palace.”
You stare at him the same way he stares at you, and your father grins happily.
“Eunuch Kim will show you to your temporary quarters.”
Jungwoo is pushed forward by Doyoung, who gives him a stern expression. Jungwoo was new to the palace and Doyoung often needed to take care of him since he was head eunuch.
Donghyuck is escorted off and your eyes follow his figure.
Your father chuckles. “You two will get along just fine.”
—
Contrary to popular belief, Donghyuck hasn’t visited you since his arrival.
You’ve spent days waiting for him in your room, working on your studies and watching your door in case it swings open. You’re disappointed by his lack of interest in you, especially because you can still feel the warmth of his gaze from your first meeting.
You find out later from Jungwoo what he’s been up to.
“Wangja has been having trips with daegun, did he not tell you?”
Your eye twitches. “Donghyuck has been with Mark this entire time?”
“Yes, gongju. They have been eating together in the dining hall. I apologize for not telling you earlier.”
Jesus, was Donghyuck trying to marry Mark?
“It’s fine, Jungwoo. I’ll find them myself.”
He bows and you take off in search of your brother and fiancé. You ask Chaeyoung to stay behind and she takes to arranging your room in the meantime. You find the two figures near the river, and you narrow your eyes.
“Having fun?” You call out, and both of them turn around. Donghyuck bows at the sight of you.
Mark chuckles. “Yes, we were actually just speaking about you. Come join us.”
“No, it’s alright. I’ll leave you two to be acquainted with each other. It’s not like I’m the one marrying him after all.”
Mark rolls his eyes at your tantrum but Donghyuck seems to be thoroughly alarmed at your distress.
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
You, however, are highly offended and turn the other direction. You hear footsteps quickly follow you.
“I apologize, gongju. I did not mean to upset you.”
You sigh at the sound of Donghyuck’s voice. “Why have you not come to see me?” You question in a small voice.
You can hear the smile in his tone as he walks alongside you. “In all honestly, I have never been in the presence of such beauty before. I hope you can understand that I was a little intimidated.”
You cough, slightly embarrassed. “Where did you learn that from? I know Mark couldn’t have taught you that.”
He chuckles. His eyes are once again focused intently on you.
“I’m afraid no one has taught me anything. I was telling the truth, much to your dismay.”
You two walk on the palace grounds as the moonlight illuminates your figures. The servants nearby whisper at the sight of you two together.
“Well, regardless of your fear, I would enjoy if you would take my company. We are going to be married in case you’ve forgotten.”
He grins at the clip in your tone. “I remember quite well. I would love to have dinner with you tomorrow if you desire my company so badly.”
You ignore the smirk playing at his lips.
“Tomorrow shall be acceptable. I hope you will be able to step up in the future, Donghyuck, as I am not content with marrying a man who doesn’t speak to me.”
He laughs. “I apologize for disappointing you.”
You turn to face him as you stop in front of your quarters. His eyes are locked with yours, and he seems intent on staring at you until you grow more and more bashful. You think he’s about to lean in until-
“Ah, there are the two lovebirds!”
You huff at the disruption. Seokmin slides next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
“Has my sister been living up to your expectations, Prince Donghyuck?”
Donghyuck smiles and you can tell he’s a little upset by Seokmin’s arrival. His heavy gaze is still focused on you.
“She’s been exceeding every possible expectation if I’m being truly honest,” he murmurs.
“Well, that’s the first time I’ve heard someone say that.”
You elbow your brother’s side. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“Nowhere else to be but with my lovely sister and her fiancé!”
You roll your eyes and shove his arm off of you. You step forward to open the doors of your personal area in the palace.
“Well, I’m going to bed.” You turn around once again to face Donghyuck. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
He smiles. “I’ll count the minutes. Sweet dreams, gongju.”
You enter your quarters in time to hear Seokmin say, “Smooth talker, aren’t you?”
You shake your head and smile, closing the doors behind you. You chew on your bottom lip and laugh. Who knew a prince would turn your insides into mush?
You greet the guards awaiting by your bedroom door and settle inside. Chaeyoung has made you your nightly tea, something you drink each night to help you sleep. You often had sporadic nightmares about your mother’s death and it was hard to fall into slumber most days.
As you raise the cup to your lips, the smell wafts through your nose.
It’s the same smell from when your mother was poisoned.
“Guards! Guards!” You call frantically, and they burst into your room, eyes scanning for any intruders.
You drop the cup of tea, watching as it shatters all over your floor. “Gongju!” One of the guards yells, rushing over to you and pulling you away from the scene.
It all happens frantically then — your father and brothers are all brought over when they hear that you’ve almost been poisoned. Jeno holds you as your father commands all of the guards to find the perpetrator.
The only thing you’re able to envision is your mother’s body lying on the floor, completely lifeless before your eyes.
—
“It wasn’t her!”
“How can you be so sure? She’s your closest servant and the only one who would have access to your room during those ungodly hours!”
“It’s not Chaeyoung!”
“Enough!” Your father commands, his voice booming throughout the throne room. You scoff and turn away from Taeyong.
He’s convinced that Chaeyoung was the one who put the poison in your drink, but you would never believe that she would bring harm into your life. You trusted her with every fiber in your being.
The rest of your brothers are oddly silent, and you presume that they agree with Taeyong. Your father is stricken by grief at the idea of losing one of his daughters like he lost his wife. His judgment is clouded, much like it was seventeen years ago.
“Please jeonha,” you beg him. All five of you are facing the throne and you almost sink to your knees. “Please do not allow this person to get away again.”
Your father glances at you solemnly.
“It has to be him,” Jeno speaks up. All of your eyes dart over to him. He stands proudly, eyes locked on your father. “Lee Donghyuck just arrived and our sister was almost poisoned. This cannot be a coincidence.”
Mark furrows his eyebrows. “It’s not him! I’ve been spending the past few days getting to know him.”
“He’s spent the past few days deceiving you,” Seokmin hisses at his younger brother. “I agree with Jeno. I was just outside of gongju’s quarters with him when she almost consumed the poison. It is too suspicious for us to not investigate, jeonha.”
“He wouldn’t,” you frown, coming to Donghyuck’s defense. You had only known him for a matter of days but you knew, deep down, that he would never try to maliciously hurt you.
“You trust too easily,” Jeno scolds. He turns his attention back to the man sitting on the throne. “I think we should launch a full investigation on both Lee Donghyuck and Park Chaeyoung.”
“It’s not them!” Your exclaim in horror, trying your best to undo your brothers’ words. “Please, jeonha! Please don’t convict the wrong murderer!”
You try your best to plead with your father, but he’s made up his mind.
“Jeno and Seokmin, I want you to conduct the investigation immediately. Find out who did it.”
You drop to your knees, sobbing in frustration at your father’s ignorance.
—
It’s late at night when you sneak into the palace prison.
You’ve managed to climb out of your window, hidden beneath one of your dark ensembles. Mark has been helping you unlike the rest of your family, distracting the guards long enough for you to enter the prison grounds.
You scramble against the cell door when you catch sight of Chaeyoung. She looks like she’s in incredibly poor shape — her face is completely drained of color and her body is limp against the wall.
“Chaeyoung!” You whisper, awaking her from her sleep. Her eyes widen at the sight of you, rapidly getting up and crawling to the door.
“Gongju, I did not do it, I swear-“
“I know you didn’t, Chaeyoung,” you assure her. She relaxes at your words. “I’m going to find out who did. Can you tell me what happened when you brought the tea into my room?”
“I just did my normal routine,” she explains breathily. “I brought the tea to your room, left a cup out for you, and went back to my own quarters. It’s the same thing I do every night. I didn’t notice anyone unusual when I left.”
“And the guards? What about them?”
“They were in their usual positions, standing beside the door and waiting for you to return from your walk with Donghyuck. That’s all I can remember, I swear.”
You nod. “Don’t worry, okay? I’m going to get you out of here. Just tell Jeno and Seokmin exactly what you told me.”
You hear a commotion outside and your body stiffens. You can hear Mark’s voice trying to distract the guards and you quickly stand.
“I’ll come back to see you again, okay? Don’t worry.”
Just as you’re about to exit the prison, you hear another voice calling out to you.
“Not even going to acknowledge your loving fiancé?”
You pause. Mark is slowly making progress outside, choosing his method of distraction as telling the guards a story about how he once ran straight into a wall.
When you turn, you see Donghyuck in his own cell, knees bent to his chest as he leans against the cold wall. You feel guilty that he’s put in this place but you’re reminded of what your brothers said — you barely know this man. For all you knew, his true intentions coming here were never to marry you.
“Did you?”
There’s a pause. He laughs. “Do you think I did?”
“I’m not in the mood to decipher your encrypted messages.”
“Gongju, when I confessed to you that night, I truly meant it. I’ve never been with a woman before and seeing such a perfect one become my fiancé took me by surprise. I thought we had a mutual understanding of one another.”
“We barely know each other,” you reply under your breath.
“But you felt it, didn’t you? You felt that connection between us. The astronomers say that when the timing is right and the stars align, soulmates find each other.”
You’ve heard the tale before. Your mother used to tell it to you when you were younger. Astronomers used to tell her that when there was a falling star, soulmates would align for each other. Your mother always liked to say the story of how you were born under a fallen star, your soulmate being brought to you by the universe. You believed her stories when you were younger but as you grew up without a mother and never feeling her warmth again, you could no longer believe in such tales.
“Do you think that’s what we are? Soulmates?”
He stares at you again, his eyes acting like dark hooks in your soul. He doesn’t get a chance to respond before the guards burst in through the door, and you can distinctly hear Mark shouting from a distance.
“I’m sorry, gongju, but you must be escorted back to your quarters. You are not allowed to see the prisoners.”
You glance at Donghyuck, who for the first time, isn’t looking at you. He’s merely staring at the floor.
“Very well then. Please escort me.”
As you trek back to your room, you question your head guard, Johnny. “Did you see anyone enter my room that night?” He immediately shakes his head.
“No one unusual, gongju. It was a very normal night, but I do not believe that Chaeyoung would bring something so vile into your place of comfort. I hope I’m allowed to speak on these matters.”
“You’re more than allowed, Johnny,” you guarantee him. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
“Of course.”
Before Johnny brings you inside, you glance up at the night sky. There are two stars huddled together, perfectly placed in the darkness.
Was Donghyuck your soulmate?
—
It’s only a day later when Moon Taeil arrives on palace grounds in search of his imprisoned brother. He’s clearly irate, dismounting from his horse and grabbing the nearest guard.
“Show me where he is!”
“Seja-jeonha!” You cry out, rushing over to him and pulling the guards away from him. He turns his attention to you.
“Is this how you treat my brother after I sent him to marry you? Excuse my manners, gongju, but I did not bring Donghyuck here for him to be put to death.”
“He won’t be! Please, seja-jeonha, let’s speak privately,” you plead. He finally comes to his senses, gazing around to see servants and eunuchs watching the scene unfold. He straightens his outfit and nods.
“Fine. Show me the way.”
You accompany Taeil to a nearby building, away from the prying eyes of the palace. You know you don’t have much time to speak before your father finds out of his presence and instructs a formal meeting in the throne room.
“My brothers suspected Donghyuck because of poor timing but I know he has not committed any crime. I need you to help me prove that he’s innocent.”
Taeil scoffs at your request. “What kind of game are you running around this kingdom?”
“Please, seja-jeonha. I don’t want Donghyuck to be convicted either.”
“Because you’re soulmates?”
You freeze. “How do you know that?”
“You two were born a month apart and on each of your birthdays, a fallen star was spotted in the sky. Our astronomers noticed it when they first came to visit your palace.”
“Wait, Yuta was your astronomer?”
Taeil chuckles. “Yes, he was. His father used to document star patterns and when Yuta visited and learned of your birth date, he informed Donghyuck immediately.” Taeil smiles at the thought of his younger brother. “Why do you think we arranged a marriage for you two so quickly?”
Your head is spinning. Donghyuck has known this entire time that you two were soulmates, and that’s the reason Taeil pushed the marriage between you two. The gravity of the situation dawns on you, especially now that your soulmate rests behind the bars of the palace prison.
You grab Taeil by the shoulders. “Tell jeonha immediately. He believes in this — he believes he and my mother were soulmates. He will spare Donghyuck if you tell him.”
The doors to the building swing open and Eunuch Kim takes a deep bow in recognition. “I apologize for interrupting, seja-jeonha, but jeonha is requesting your presence.”
Taeil gives you another look before following Doyoung back outside. It isn’t long until Mark finds you, his arms embracing you into a hug when he sees your stricken expression.
“What is it? What happened? Is Taeil threatening a war?”
You shake your head and bury yourself into his shoulder. He holds you steady.
“Donghyuck is my soulmate.”
You think Mark would be deep in thought or surprised by what you revealed, but he simply giggles.
“He mentioned that.”
You pull away and frown. “What are you talking about?”
“When we were by the river, he said you were his soulmate and that he was destined to be with you. I thought he was just trying to impress me since I’m your brother. Now that I think about it, maybe it wasn’t a joke,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his head.
You almost see red. You tackle Mark to the ground and he screeches. Some of the servants file in, attracted by the noise.
“You dumbass! You let me throw my soulmate in jail!”
“I didn’t know, I didn’t know!” Mark shouts, shielding his face as you slam your palms down on his skin.
Jungwoo rushes in, pushing the servants away and clambering over to the two of you.
“Gongju, daegun! Please don’t fight!”
You huff, separating from your brother and standing up. You straighten your chima and stare down at him with fire in your eyes.
One of your ladies ends up pulling you away while Jungwoo helps Mark off of the floor.
Seojeong, who has been your main attending lady since the accusation against Chaeyoung, looks at you worriedly as you storm off. She follows behind you along with the rest of your attending ladies.
“Gongju, are you alright?”
“I need you to do something for me, Seojeong,” you murmur as the palace prison comes into view. There are still ten guards blocking the entrance and you need to talk to Donghyuck before your father makes a decision about his fate. You fear that your father will feel guilty for imprisoning Donghyuck and he’ll send him back with Taeil.
“I’ll do anything,” she promises.
You turn her body so that she’s staring directly at Johnny. “Do you see him?” When she nods, you proceed with your plan. “I need you to go up to him and tell him that jeonha instructs for all of the guards to be in the throne room.”
She stutters at your request. “But jeonha never said-“
“I know jeonha never said. Tell Johnny anyways.”
You give her a little push forwards, ignoring the timid look on her face. You quickly dismiss the rest of your ladies and hide behind a nearby corner, peeking out to see Seojeong approach Johnny anxiously. You hear her small voice fill the air.
“J-Jeonha requests for t-the guards to be in the throne r-room,” she says, eyes glancing down at her feet.
Johnny raises an eyebrow. “Our orders are to stay here until a verdict is made.”
“Um,” she mumbles, trying to think of what to say next.
“Come on, Seojeong,” you hiss under your breath. You can see her gathering enough courage before she speaks, eyes ablaze.
“Don’t you understand? You have new orders! Hurry before jeonha gets angry at your blatant disrespect!”
That gets Johnny’s attention. He grabs his right-hand man, Jaehyun, and all of the guards scramble frantically towards the throne room. You smile at Seojeong’s work and once all of the guards have left, she gives you the okay.
You rush over and hold her hand. “You’re a lifesaver, Seojeong.” She beams at your compliment. “Keep an eye out for me, okay?”
She nods and you enter the prison building, descending down the concrete steps. You gasp when you see Donghyuck in his cell, body slumped over against the wall.
You fall to your knees and struggle to open the door. He wakes when he hears the commotion. His mouth slowly turns upwards when he sees you. You finally manage to throw the door open, swinging it to the side as you crawl over to him. You cup his face in your hands and he laughs.
“Excited to see me?”
You don’t waste a single second, pressing your lips to his. His hands fly down to your waist, pulling you in closer. He groans when you straddle his hips.
He pulls away, a little breathless. “Is she asleep?”
“Who?”
“Chaeyoung,” he murmurs, pushing his fingers through your hair. “Is she asleep?”
“I-I don’t know. I didn’t check on her.”
He calls out Chaeyoung’s name and when he gets nothing but silence, he pushes your body onto the floor. You gasp when he attaches his mouth on your neck, licking and sucking at the flesh.
“D-Donghyuck, we shouldn’t. We’re not married yet-“
“We’re soulmates,” he whispers against your skin. “Isn’t that enough?”
You moan when he reaches underneath your clothing to run a finger over your slit. You feel dirty on this prison floor, letting Donghyuck take you the way he wants. He brings his lips to yours again and you cry out when his tongue enters your mouth. He frantically undresses you and you’re embarrassed when he strips you down until you’re in your sokgot.
“Don’t be shy,” he speaks softly. “I’ll take care of you.”
You whimper when he fully rids you of your clothing. He sits up to undress himself and your mouth waters as he exposes himself to you. He discards the rest, throwing it to the side and leaning back down to kiss you. His hand cups your breast and your body twitches when he flicks his finger over your nipple.
“Such a good girl,” he praises you.
You gasp when his cock prods at your entrance. Your eyes dart down and they widen at the sight of him. He’s massive, and you’re unsure if he’s going to fit inside of you.
“Wangja, um, I don’t think-“
He snickers at your reaction. “Don’t think you can take it, baby? Don’t think you can take my big cock?”
You groan. “N-No, I can take it.”
“Good girl,” he smiles. He grabs his base and runs his tip over your folds. You moan at the feeling.
Both of your eyes widen when you hear voices outside, and Donghyuck pauses.
“Seojeong, I’m not sure what you mistake us for, but we do not enjoy being treated as fools.”
“Fuck, baby, we have to be quick. Can’t have anyone seeing their gongju acting like a whore,” he hisses.
You whine. “Hurry, Donghyuck.”
“I’m here, I’m here,” he assures before pushing his cock inside of your weeping pussy. You cry out at the burn, tears brimming at your eyelids.
He releases a long groan when he bottoms out and you close your eyes, trying to adjust to his length. You can faintly hear Seojeong’s voice.
“I thought jeonha needed you! I didn’t know, Johnny, really-“
“You good, baby?” Donghyuck speaks lowly to you, brushing stray hairs away from your face so he can properly look at you. When you don’t respond, he rubs your hip gently. “Baby, tell me how you’re feeling.”
Your eyes flutter open when the pain begins to subside. “Good, good,” you blubber incoherently. You reach out for him and he intertwines your hands. “Hurry.”
He starts thrusting into you and you whimper. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips.
“So dirty,” he hums. “What would the palace think of their graceful gongju getting railed in the filthy prison cells? Can’t wait until you have our baby, then everyone’s going to know how much you like to get fucked.”
“Want to show them,” you murmur, eyes rolling back as his thick cock abuses your small pussy. “Want to tell them I’m your whore.”
“Yeah? You’re just my filthy whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, I’m all yours, wangja.”
You feel the pleasure building inside of your tummy, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he pounds into you. You swear he’s going to split you in half.
Seojeong is doing her best to distract Johnny outside.
“I need to tell you a story!”
Johnny is far from amused. “I have to check on the prisoners, Miss Seojeong-“
“It’s about the princess!”
Jaehyun sighs. “Seojeong, we don’t have time for a story-“
“But listen!” She exclaims, the gears in her brain turning. There’s a long beat of silence. “Um-“
Johnny rolls his eyes, entering the prison building and moving down the steps. He briefly pauses when he hears your moan.
“Wangja, please, please, please!”
Jaehyun thinks that you’re in danger and runs past Johnny, stopping in his tracks when he sees you and Donghyuck. The prison cell door is wide open, fully exposing the both of your figures as Donghyuck plows into you. Jaehyun immediately diverts his eyes when he catches a glimpse of your breasts.
He hurriedly pushes the men away from the sight, although none of them are able to get a peek.
“Move back! Move back!” Jaehyun orders. The guards scramble on the steps as Jaehyun forcefully moves them.
You wail when your orgasm hits, stars exploding in your vision. Donghyuck soon empties inside of you, painting your walls with his cum.
You’re both left panting and he kisses you gently, hand cupping the side of your face.
“Got to explain to your guards what you were doing.”
You laugh. “I was getting fucked. What is there to explain?”
He growls. “Dirty mouth on you, gongju.”
“Only for my wangja.”
—
Jaehyun can’t look at you in the eye when you exit the prison doors. Johnny has an idea of what happened down there, but he doesn’t want to even picture the idea of you doing such a lewd act.
They both escort you back to your dwelling after Johnny gives you a light scolding for breaking the rules again. When you arrive at your bedroom doors, you turn around and offer them a small smile.
“Sorry.”
No other words need to be said, and the redness of Jaehyun’s ears say enough.
Johnny coughs. “Jeonha spoke with Taeil earlier today and Donghyuck will be released tomorrow. I thought you would like to know.”
You cough. “Um yes, that’s good to know. Thank you, Johnny.”
You walk into your bedroom and shut the doors, still feeling embarrassed that your guards caught you in such an intimate position. You turn around, frowning when you see that you have company.
“Seokmin? What are you doing here so late?”
Your brother smiles at you, sitting down at the small table near your bed and gesturing for you to join him.
“I thought we could have a talk.”
You shrug, wincing as you sit across from him. Your legs still feel like jelly after Donghyuck gave you a good fucking.
Seokmin pours a cup of tea for you and puts it in front of you. He gives you that friendly grin of his.
“What have you been up to all day? I heard you almost killed Mark.”
You roll your eyes. “He’s being dramatic. I barely scratched him.”
He chuckles at your dismissive nature. He eyes the cup in front of you and gives it a small push.
“Drink up. I know you like to have tea before bed.”
“Thank you,” you murmur, taking the cup in your hands.
Seokmin starts speaking about how Jeno lost in combat today and you hum, raising the tea to your lips. You pause when you smell it.
The poison — you could smell it from miles away.
You pretend to drink while you watch your brother. There’s no way it’s Seokmin, your loving and devoted brother who used to play hide and seek with you when you were feeling upset. The brother who protected you when the palace was invaded by rebels. The brother who cared for you so deeply.
But you didn’t have time to think. Only time to act.
You slam the cup down and call out for Johnny. Seokmin lunges across the table at you and you release a bloodcurdling scream.
Johnny and Jaehyun storm inside and Johnny pushes Seokmin off of you. Jaehyun pulls you aside, checking for any bruises on your body.
“Stupid bitch! Why can’t you just drink your fucking tea-“
“Daegun, daegun!” Johnny bellows, trying to get a hold of your brother.
You’re in a state of shock, attempting to register the sight before you. Your brother just tried to poison you.
Jaehyun gets you on your feet and pulls you away from the scene. Soon enough, the palace hears Seokmin’s screams and Taeyong is the first to rush to your aid.
“What happened? Is that Seokmin?”
“Daegun tried to poison gongju,” Jaehyun explains. You’re still rooted in place, staring at your quarters as multiple guards flood inside.
“What?”
Mark is the second to arrive but before he can ask what’s wrong, Seokmin is dragged out of the building, screaming and thrashing under Johnny’s hold.
“You’re traitors! All of you!”
You watch as your brother is taken away into the same prison where your fiancé sleeps soundly.
—
You swear you can hear crickets chirping. You and your siblings have been called into your father’s bedroom after Seokmin’s arrest. The room is eerily silent for no one knows exactly what to say.
Taeyong clears his throat. He’s been crying, and you know this hurts him more than you can imagine.
“Why? Why would he try to hurt his sister?”
Your father sighs. He’s been pacing back and forth, struggling at what to say. You need an explanation from him as you cannot accept that Seokmin grew to hate you overnight. It wasn’t in his nature to ever accept that form of hatred.
“Jeonha, please,” Mark begs, on the verge of tears. “Why has he done this?”
“We need an explanation,” Jeno adds.
Your father finally glances at all of you, troubled by the grief in your expressions. You look exactly as you did when your mother passed.
“Seokmin is not your mother’s child,” he explains. All four of your heads dart up. “He- he was conceived through a concubine, but your mother was gracious enough to raise him as her own. We’ve accepted it since then. Seokmin was raised no differently than the rest of you, and we loved him just the same.”
You blink, rubbing at your temples to try and process this information.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, but the damage is done. “I never wanted to tell him because I feared this would happen, but I guess he found out somehow.”
Something clicks in your memory.
“Where is his mother?”
He exhales, running a hand down his face exasperatedly. “She was a servant here in the palace, but she left shortly after your mother passed away. She didn’t want anything to do with raising Seokmin.”
Your mind starts putting the pieces together. “She was a servant — a servant who had access to mother’s residence?”
Taeyong’s eyes move to you, catching what you’re implying. You step forward and look at your father dead in the eye.
“Don’t you see, jeonha? She was the one who poisoned mother. She was the one who had access to her room, the one who brought her tea every night. She’s the reason why Seokmin tried to hurt me, she must’ve brainwashed him into believing that we no longer care for him.”
Your father stares at you, taking in all of the information you’re telling him.
“But Seokmin knows,” Jeno interrupts. “He knows we care for him. I refuse to believe this! He was probably put up to it by that nasty Lee Donghyuck!”
“Hey!” You swivel around, growling at your brother. “Do not speak that way about him.”
Jeno scoffs. “What? Have you fallen for him?”
“They’re soulmates,” your father explains.
“Come on. Tell me you don’t believe in that!”
“Lee Jeno, I swear-“
Mark quickly holds you back before you charge at your brother.
“Listen,” your father’s voice booms throughout the room. You all freeze. “I know you are all upset by what Seokmin has done, but we are going to do our best to reverse whatever his birth mother has done to him. I’ll have the guards and soldiers search for her so we can bring your mother justice. In the meantime, I want you all to remember that we are a family. You grew up together and only we know the faults of our family.”
You eye Jeno and he narrows his gaze at you.
“You all are siblings, blood related or not. Do you understand?”
“Yes, jeonha.”
—
Seokmin is released from his confines a week later.
He cries when he sees you, enveloping you into his arms and sobbing into your shoulder. He apologizes profusely for his actions, stating that he would never try to bring harm to you again.
For five days, you all spend time together as siblings in an effort to turn Seokmin back into his normal self. You hold no grudges against your brother, loving him with all of your heart despite his brief wrongdoings.
Seokmin’s birth mother is arrested and taken into the palace, where she awaits your father’s verdict. You have a feeling about what future lies before her, but you would rather not speak of it out loud.
Donghyuck is released with Chaeyoung shortly after the incident. You embrace him fully when he returns and Chaeyoung becomes your main attending lady again.
You and Donghyuck are arranged to be married tomorrow. Taeil is still a little hesitant on having his brother live in a place that treated him so cruelly, but Donghyuck finds a way to convince him that he’s safe. Taeyong says that Taeil’s only fine with it because he sees the way Donghyuck dotes on you. He’s attending the wedding tomorrow before he has to return back to his own kingdom.
Donghyuck is supposed to separate from you until the day of the wedding, but he’s been sneaking into your room every night, pounding you into the pillow until you cry for mercy.
It was more difficult for him to sneak out tonight as your brothers wanted to officially welcome him into the family with a special party. He managed to get away when Jeno stands on the table, trying to dance but failing miserably.
He currently has your legs bent to your chest, thrusting deep into your weeping pussy.
“Such a tight pussy,” he hisses down at you, wiping the tears falling down your face. “Made for my fat cock, aren’t you?”
You respond incoherently, drunk on the feeling of him. He reaches down to rub at your clit and you sob louder, muscles aching.
“Good thing we’re getting married tomorrow, baby. Would be too suspicious if you got pregnant so fast, wouldn’t it be?” He questions, smirking at your loss for words. “Is my gongju fucked dumb? Can’t remember how to talk, baby?”
“F-Feels so g-good,” you blubber. “You feel s-so good i-inside me.”
“Yeah?” He laughs, plowing into your pussy faster. “Baby likes when my cock stretches her small pussy? I wonder how your brothers would feel about me if they knew I dump my cum into their sister every single night. Jeno would probably hate me even more.”
“G-gonna cum, gonna cum!” You screech, hands flailing. He pins your arms down and snarls.
“Cum all over my cock. Show me how much you want your wangja.”
You cream his cock and your back arches in ecstasy, moaning loudly at the pleasure overtaking your body. Donghyuck shoots his cum inside your womb, hissing as he empties himself.
He collapses next to you and you whimper when his cock leaves your hole. He brings you into his arms and kisses the top of your head.
“Can’t wait to be married to you.”
You laugh, your chest still rising from your heavy breathing. “If you had only waited 24 hours, we would already be.”
He chuckles. “Where’s the fun in that?”
You bask in the silence as his cum starts to spill out of you.
“I think I’m pregnant.”
“Good.”
He attaches his mouth to yours and you moan when his fingers part your folds. He lines himself up to your entrance once again.
“Let’s make sure.”
And so Donghyuck fucks you until the sun rises, marking the long awaited wedding day with your soulmate.
You thank the heavens for giving you your falling star.
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I love the new prompt! Can I request 5 and 6 for Ethan and Natalie, thank you!
NONNY! You put together the BEST combo! Yes, I love this, let's go!
Note: This takes place in an AU where Nat and Ethan confessed their love for each other, but Nat decided to leave Edenbrook after her residency.
And fair warning: this is gonna be long.
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5) “...you look like you just saw a ghost.”
6) “I... I can’t believe it’s really you. I thought I’d never see you again.”
Five years. Five long years since Natalie had left Edenbrook.
In those five years, she had thrived. After taking a position in the Internal Medicine Department at LAC + USC Medical Center in Los Angeles, Natalie had revamped the medical industry. From fighting Big Pharma companies-- such as Panacea-- on overcharging for basic life-saving medicines and winning to using her experience of saving Naveen's life to revolutionize patient care and saving countless lives, Natalie had become a household name in the medical community and the world.
Ethan had watched from afar via social media and the occasional television interview she had done. He couldn't be prouder of Nat; she had far surpassed anyone's expectations and was reaching new heights every day. But as proud as he was, he couldn't help but feel a bit sad.
He still loved her. He always would. And while he was thrilled Natalie was succeeding in her career-- and he would never ask her to stop doing what she loved-- he silently hoped one day she would come home. That one day, she would come back to him.
He knew it was unlikely. Still, if there was anything Natalie had taught him, it was to never give up on the person you knew you were meant to be with. And he knew Nat was that person for him. So, until he was proven otherwise, he'd hold out hope for her. Always.
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Ethan was walking the halls of Edenbrook, mentally checking off the to-do list for the Board Meeting he had that afternoon, when he saw a familiar head of bright red hair. He almost brushed it off until he heard that all-to-familiar laugh and his heart nearly stopped.
Natalie.
He turned to find the source and saw Nat talking to Sienna and Jackie, looking every bit the successful doctor she had become. What she was doing here, he didn't know; but he didn't very much care. She was here, she was back. But for how long?
Without realizing it, Ethan's feet carried him towards her. He had to see her in person; had to hear her voice and to see her smile.
As he got closer, Sienna spotted him first and she smiled. "Oh, hi Ethan!"
He smiled at Sienna but was quickly distracted by the blue-green eyes he'd missed so much. The moment Natalie spotted him, she grinned and his heart began to pound in his chest. If it were possible, she was more beautiful now than ever; and yet barely anything had changed. Her hair was longer, her face a little more mature and she held herself with all the confidence in the world. But she was still Natalie. She was still his Rookie.
"Ethan!" Natalie said, making her way towards him.
He outstretched his arms and relished in the hug she gave him, enjoying this brief moment where she was back in his arms. "It's good to see you, Rookie," he said, as she pulled away.
She smiled. "I don't know if I'm much of a rookie anymore."
He returned her smile. "You'll always be Rookie to me." There was such fondness in his words that Nat's eyes shined with admiration for a brief moment. His heart was pounding so hard right now, it was a miracle it hadn't burst out of his chest yet.
"What are you doing here? Just visiting?"
"Actually, I was hoping to meet with you, Chief," she replied. "I'd like to talk to you about something."
He raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Well, you caught me at a good time. I have some time before my next meeting if right now works for you?"
She nodded and waved goodbye to Sienna and Jackie, promising to meet up with them later, and followed Ethan to his office. He closed the door behind them, ensuring their conversation would be private and turned to face her again, sucking in a breath as he met her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I-- I just can't believe it's really you. I thought I'd never see you again."
She smiled sheepishly. "I did do a pretty bad job of staying in touch, didn't I?"
He shook his head. "You've been busy saving the world," he said. "You have no reason to be sorry for that. But, if I may, I've been following your career, Nat. And I'm very proud of the work you've accomplished. You've become quite the doctor."
She blushed. "Thank you; you know I couldn't have done it without your guidance. You taught me everything I know."
"Now that certainly can't be true; you know far more now than I could have ever taught you."
She chuckled. "Well, maybe a little."
He smiled and fought every urge he had to take her into his arms and kiss her senseless. Keep it together, Ethan. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, you said you had something you wanted to talk to me about. Please, take a seat." He sat behind his desk as she sat across from him and pulled out a black folder from her bag.
"Yes, well," she began, "I've enjoyed my time in LA and I'm proud of the work I've accomplished. But Boston will always be home to me-- though don't tell my mom that, she's still hoping I'll move back to Philly." Ethan chuckled and nodded as Nat continued. "I-- I miss home. I miss Edenbrook. I miss y-- my friends. And... I may or may not have seen that the DT has an opening for the lead position and I thought I'd throw my name in the ring. For the job."
She placed the folder on his desk. "Everything you need to know about the work I've done over the last five years is in this folder and I have several character references, including one from the Chief at LAC. I've also included my notes that I'll be referencing for my book that will be coming out early next year and--"
"Nat," Ethan cut her off. "There's no need for all this. The job is yours."
She looked at him wide-eyed. "What? Just like that? Don't you want to field questions? Ask me about how I'd handle certain situations?"
"I don't need to; I told you, I've been following your career. I know of the work you've done and I've seen first hand how good of a doctor you are. I don't need to field questions, Nat. If you want the job, it's yours."
She smiled. "Thank you, Ethan. I can't describe how grateful I am. I know the team means a lot to you; I'll do you proud."
"You already do."
She blushed. "So, what's next?"
"I'll get the paperwork filled out and sent to HR. Assuming everything goes smoothly and HR doesn't drag their feet, we can have you start as early as next week," Ethan said. "Unless you need more time to settle in?"
Nat shook her head. "No, I already have a place lined up. I'm just crashing with Sienna and Bryce for a couple nights while the movers bring everything up."
Ethan nodded. "Alright; well, I'll get the paperwork set up shortly." He extended his hand out to her. "Welcome back to Edenbrook, Dr. Cusack."
"It's good to be back," she said, shaking his hand. They smiled at each other for a long moment, neither wanting to let go of each other's hand. Natalie seemed to be searching Ethan's eyes for something before she spoke again. "Ethan-- er, I'm going to Donahue's this evening with everyone to celebrate my return to Boston. You're welcome to join us, if you'd like."
He smiled and nodded. "I might stop by for a bit."
Her face lit up. "Okay; then I'll see you there." She slowly-- almost reluctantly-- slid her hand out of Ethan's and grabbed her bag. "See you later then, boss."
He walked her to the door, smiling. "It's really good to see you, Nat," he said. "I-- I'm glad you're back."
The look she gave him nearly took his breath away. If he were mistaken-- and he rarely ever was-- he'd say she looked at him the same way he looked at her: madly in love. "Me too," she said. They looked at each other for another long moment before she looked down at her shoes and cleared her throat. "I'll see you tonight."
"Yeah, see you tonight," he said. He watched as she left and took a deep breath in an attempt to slow his pounding heart. She was back. She was home. It was as if all his hopes and dreams from the last five years were finally coming true. But there was one big question that still needed answering: Did she still want him the way he wanted her?
Only one way to find out.
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Donahue's was packed. Ethan had forgotten it was Wednesday, which meant half-off drinks for all EB employees. It was something Reggie had implemented a few years ago in order to get more weekday business. It had worked a little too well and Reggie had to hire more people to keep up with the demand; but business was booming as a result so it wasn't like anyone could complain.
He'd found Nat and her friends easily; they had commandeered one of the biggest booths in the place and were currently taking tequila shots, courtesy of Jackie.
"Jacks, we're not in our twenties anymore," Natalie reasoned as she pushed a tequila shot away from her. "I can't do several shots in a row and still be a human being the next morning!"
"That's quitters talk!" Jackie argued but relented when Nat gave her the unwanted tequila shot. "More fun for me!"
Natalie laughed and shook her head in disbelief, when she spotted Ethan. Her smile grew and she excused herself from the table, getting up to greet him. He returned her smile and welcomed the hug she gave him, once again relishing in the feeling of having her in his arms. "I was wondering when you were going to show," she said, as she pulled away.
He chuckled. "Sorry; being Chief means I have a lot of extra paperwork that needs to be taken care of."
She shook her head. "You're here now. Come on, we're due for another round, anyway, so you came at a good time."
"Actually," he grabbed her hand, stopping her from walking away. "Could-- could we talk for a moment? Privately?"
She nodded, curiosity evident on her face, and followed him outside to the patio which was, surprisingly, empty. Not that Ethan minded; having the patio to themselves meant less prying eyes and ears. He sat at one of the tables and smiled to himself when Nat sat next to him.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeah; I just... Nat, I realize this might not be very professional of me but I need to know." He turned to face her and took a deep breath. "Before you left, you told me you loved me. Do-- do you still feel that way?"
She rolled her lips together in anticipation to answer and he braced himself for rejection. Instead, she took his hand in hers and said the word he desperately needed to hear. "Yes."
"Really?" He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.
She nodded. "If I'm being honest, Ethan, part of the reason I moved back to Boston was because I missed you, desperately. I still love you. I always will."
He fought back tears and caressed her cheek with his free hand. "I never stopped loving you, either, Nat. I always hoped you'd come home; come back to me. But I couldn't have asked that of you, especially as your career began to thrive."
She smiled. "I know you wouldn't; it's not in your nature." She scooted closer to him on the bench. "But as happy as I've been in my career, I've always been missing one thing: you." She sighed. "I wouldn't take back the success I've had over the years; I wouldn't give up the career I've built for myself because I'm extremely proud of it. But... I can't help but wonder what could've been if I hadn't left. Where would we be? Maybe running the DT together; maybe we would've gotten married, had a couple kids, maybe got a house in the suburbs. I feel like there's a whole life we could've had if I didn't leave."
"We can't sit here and wonder what could have happened, Nat," he reasoned. "You needed to leave to find your footing, spread your wings, and flourish into the incredible doctor you are today. Don't sell yourself short; the things you've accomplished are nothing to sneeze at." He looked at their joined hands and ran his thumb along her knuckles. "I would never ask you to give up your dreams or put your career on hold for me. It killed me to watch you leave but to see you thrive was more than I could have ever asked for."
"Thank you," she said, quietly. She took a deep breath. "But, since I'm home now, and I plan on staying here... maybe we can pick up where we left off? Try the whole dating thing again? And everyone knows I've made a name for myself on my own so you don't have to worry about anyone saying I slept my way to the DT position."
He chuckled and nodded. "Good point." He squeezed her hand. "I would love to pick up where we left off; if that's what you want?" She nodded and he smiled. "Good; because that's all I want too."
Moving faster than he could process, Natalie cupped his face in her hands and kissed him soundly. He melted into the kiss immediately and kissed her back feverishly, his hands gripping themselves tightly around her hips as he pulled her impossibly closer.
Though it had been years, kissing her was so familiar and natural that it was as if no time had passed between them. Her lips fit perfectly with his, full of unspoken words of love and passion. Five years had passed since he last held her in his arms or kissed her, but in an instant, those five years were gone. The only thing that was left was the two of them, making up for lost time with forever spread out ahead of them.
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chapter 3- entrance
pairing: god!namjoon x goddess!reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut , greek god based au
warnings: this chapter is chill :D
wc; ~1.6k
Summary: You’re a beauty. He is handsome. You’re Life. He is Death. You love him. But does he love you? There’s only one way to found out. And it’s by being the Queen.
A/N: ngl im starting to love oc/reader persephone. what do yall think?
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The journey to the Underworld was quicker than you had imagined it would be. Possibly because of Jungkook rowing quickly across the Styx in a hurry to meet your demand. The ferryman was afraid of going any slower than he usually did in case you decided to feed him the other drachma that hung from your ear. It was not as pleasant as you expected it to be. You could hear the agonizing moans of the Wraiths who lurked around the river Styx. They were doomed to be there for at least one hundred years as a result of not being able to pay the dreaded fee.
The boat rocked back and forth, some of the water sloshing onto your feet. It was cramped and you could feel your backside begin to hurt from falling and from sitting on the bare floor of the dingy boat.
Thankfully, the ride was over soon. The blue man helped you off of the boat while Jungkook was forced to glance at everything but you. Probably because you were now wet and naked, something you hoped to remedy soon.
“The entrance to the Underworld is just beyond the hill. I’m afraid your friend will meet Hecate as soon as he crosses the threshold. I am very ashamed of how I treated you Persephone. I beg your forgiveness,” Jungkook’s hoarse voice pleaded. He knelt down in front of you and kissed your feet.
How sweet.
“I will think about it. I still have to meet your ruler. Where would he be located?”
“In the throne room. He’s usually always there. I-I will escort you there.”
“There are too many dead people waiting to be taken across. I will guide myself. A throne room should not be hard to find. Consider yourself dismissed.”
You took the blue man’s hand and marched towards the entrance to the Underworld. It was strikingly brighter than the rest of the domain. The symbol of Namjoon, a large cornucopia that spilled its bountiful contents while a scepter was embedded into it, was the golden highlight of the door. It was most definitely the only welcoming sight you had seen thus far.
You could hear growling on the other side.
Your mother had told you many stories of the land of the dead. They had been as dull as a well-used sword. The sheer boredom from listening to your mother tell the tales had put you to sleep as a child. Hearing the growls of the multiheaded dog named Cerberus, who guarded the entrance into the Underworld, made you wish you paid more attention to them. You had no idea how to pass the guard. Killing it was surely not an option. You had no plans to upset the God of the Underworld with any of your reckless behavior.
Unless it was in self-defense.
Cerberus’s growling became louder as you neared the golden door. The energy from the door was making the Blue Man shake with nervousness. You were shaking as well, but it was mostly from the cold air that wrapped around your naked body. Hopefully, someone in the castle would offer you something to wear. That or you’d simply just steal the clothes off of the nearest servant.
“How do you even open this door? It’s huge!” You exclaimed as the both of you stared at the door.
The Blue Man shrugged and gestured a pushing motion. He hadn’t spoken since the two of you dropped down into the Underworld. Perhaps he was afraid of you after the stunt with the ferryman. Good.
“You want me to push the door? By myself?” The Blue Man shook his head quickly. “That’s what I thought. We’ll push together on the count of three and once it opens, even a little, I want you to peek over and see if the guard is near. I do not have the time for running for my life in the Underworld.”
The Blue Man nodded again and placed his hands on the door, putting himself into a lunging position, prepared to push on the door with all of his ghostly might. You mirrored his stance.
“On three, one, two, three, push!”
Both of you pushed and immediately fell faces first into the threshold of the entrance. The door might have seemed heavy, but it was the entrance to the underworld. It was as light as a door to a home.
Groaning, you sat up on your knees and took a peek at your surroundings. Cerberus was nowhere to be seen but his growling could still be heard in the distance.
The door had spilled you and the blue man onto a pathway that forked into two paths. The ferryman had mentioned Hecate, and if you remembered correctly, the goddess ruled over crossroads among other things. The fork was obviously a crossroad but where was the goddess?
“Dear Persephone. There are many crossroads here in the Underworld. This is the one your little friend is supposed to see,” the goddess’s voice echoed as she appeared behind you.
You startled and swiftly spun around to face her. Hecate had a knowledgeable smile on her face.
“He knows what he must do. I have set up a nice set of decisions for him. He can choose to live and be reborn in Elysium. He has done many good things in his life. Or the other option is to live as a servant to Namjoon. Perfect right?”
“I do believe that is as fair as it comes. You are very generous.”
You turned towards the man who was turning a lot less blue. You could just make out his facial features. He was handsome for someone who lived poorly. His hair was nicely combed into a fashion that men wore these days-a side part that showcased his broad forehead. His jaw was set in thought as he pondered his decision. This was his fate.
He took a hesitant step towards the path as if he were weighing the benefits and outcomes of each path. You could only imagine what he could be thinking about.
He could be reborn, but what if his new life was even harder than the last. He wouldn’t remember his old family, his children, his wife. He would have to create new memories, good or bad, if the new life let him.
On the other hand, who knew what the ruler of the Underworld would have him do. He could live out his eternity behind in the castle walls, bowing to every command. He had possibly about the kindness Namjoon showed his servants and the freedom they were allowed. He only requested they complete their duties.
Could he live with that? Could he live with knowing that he would be allowed to remember his old family, and possibly see them in the future when they grew old or died an early death such as he did?
The man took several more steps before he was bounding towards the path that led to the right. And then he was gone.
“What a wonderful choice he made,” Hecate sighed dreamily at your side. She was holding a torch that had manifested in her hand as the blue man’s light disappeared.
“What choice did he make?”
“I cannot tell you, Persephone. But I do think you’ll find out soon. The throne room is just beyond that same path. I’m sure Namjoon is waiting for you. Goodbye.”
After answering and not answering your question, Hecate disappeared leaving only a white mist in her wake. Fortunately, she did leave the torch that floated in her place. Grabbing it, you straighten your shoulders and step into the same path the man had taken only moments ago.
The man had simply vanished but the path before you seemed to stretch on for the gods know how long.
“Of course, it would be hard for me. It isn’t my crossroad to walk on,” you muttered to yourself and continued on.
You were beginning to regret not turning around (a first for you) before you heard the murmuring of voices. You started running in the direction of the voices.
Please, please, please, let there be a fire or something. My body is on the verge of hypothermia.
The murmurs were becoming louder and you could make out a faint glow.
Finally. Finally.
You burst out into a crowded room. The murmurs had been coming from the servants who were surrounding something in the middle of the room. They were all dressed in a mix of black, white, and grey clothing. There was a fire near where you had come from, so you snuck over to get a little warmth and to eavesdrop.
“Oh wow. Someone new!”
“He could take over my extra duties.”
“No mine!”
“Why did someone so handsome choose to become a servant?”
“Everyone, shush! Our King is coming.”
The crowd quieted down as loud but calculated footsteps resounded through the room. Everyone was holding their breath, including you. You had never met Namjoon in person as he preferred to stay in his domain.
Nothing prepared you for the man in front of you. Your mother had always made it sound as if he were the most average man alive.
He was nothing like that. Namjoon was exceptionally darker than the proposed pale that your mother had told. He held himself with an aura of royalty.
Namjoon made his way up to his throne where he stood tall and proud in front of his audience.
“We have a newcomer today,” his deep tenor resonated through the room, “Please come up and introduce yourself to me before I sit.”
The man who you had journeyed with kneeled before Namjoon. He was dressed in the servant’s clothing and his brown hair was pulled back into a bun.
“My name is Kim Seokjin. And it was an honor to serve you today, by leading the woman who you have been desiring to you.”
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so avatar au huh
Gonna ramble my thoughts
I set my au after Korra, which would be extremely weird and hard to work with i feel like, because of how rapidly the world is developing and Korra already faced restrictions from the law and people in power. So i think there would be more and more laws the avatar couldn't break, and they would grow into more of a symbol of peace and political figure than actually out there fighting.
So in the element order, after Korra an earthbender would become the avatar, so that would be Dream yay ^_^ i think he'd be born in a semi-developed seaside Earth Kingdom/Federation city. He'd have to learn the elements in order, so Earth, Fire, Air and Water.
I haven't come up with ideas for all the countries and how they changed smh its so haaard. the ideas i got are mostly from other people but oh well..
So credit to my wife, she said what if Bad would be the next Fire Lord but he'd decide to create a republic or something? Anyways f that for now, his adopted son would be Sapnap - but i have the idea for Bad to be an airbender and around the same age as the dteam, and have Sapnap just be a Republic City citizen. Dunno yet.
Sapnap wouldn'tve been raised very much like a prince, he grew up among the ✨people✨ and his goal is to be a pro-bender. He's a fire bender ofc do i even need to say. He would learn to bend lava also as he gets better.
Dream's family would discover he's the avatar pretty early, and they'd present him to the White Lotus. They'd be offered a house in Republic City, and Dream would spend his younger years there learning the elements.
While he's still living in his birthtown, he'd stumble into baby Patches on the street and he'd immediately take her home without question. Little did he know she's an armadillo-tiger(or lion?idk) and would grow up to be a big ass cat XD she'd be his animal guide hehe, she's also mountable cause she huge
He'd meet Sapnap in firebending training around the age of 10, and they'd become best friends for life <33 later they'd both take part in pro-bender training cause hell yeah
Didn't come up with a story for airbending training yet aeheueh later about that
Anyway he'd have the hardest time learning waterbending, reason for that would be that he'd be more and more stressed by everyone hyping him up as the avatar and he'd feel like he's not ready to fulfill his role as avatar for a very long time and u know just being a teenager in general, he'd be stubborn af.
This is where George comes in yesss
He'd be a waterbender of the Northern Water Tribe, which at this point in time i imagine would be a constitutional monarchy or sth similar. I'm not good at this. Anyway George would be the son of the chief, so basically a prince aehaeh (He'd also have a sister) But he'd be very uninterested in political matters, would rather mess around and would be free-spirited, and have no desire to become chief, especially cause he has an older sister so he'd think meh why care, she will become chief. His father would be strict and force him to study law and manners and all that a prince has to and he'd hate it. He'd skip his waterbending classes and would only use his bending for fun.
Then Dream would arrive for training. Of course George would have the best trainer in the Tribe, and so would Dream. George's father would tell him no skipping classes, you're training with the avatar and building a good reputation with him.
Dream would be in his angsty arc and so would George, so at first they'd butt heads in training and tease eachother which would result in fierce fights, as much as both of them could bend water XD But in some turn of events they'd realise the other isn't that bad and they'd see the similarities in eachother and they'd become good friends aw yeah
George would be mesmerized by Dream's stories and the places he traveled so far, and wouldn't be able to shake the idea of leaving with him. He'd tell this to Dream, who would be very happy and he'd help convince George's father to let him go with him to Republic City.
George would train to be a pro-bender also and thus dteam is born owo love that sh
Like i said the world would be pretty developed by then, and media would have bigger and bigger impact on people. Dream would be very very restricted in how he can intervene in conflict, and it would frustrate him more and more. He'd be known by his real name as avatar btw, so Avatar Clay. He'd get enough and would go undercover without the knowledge of anyone, sick of corruption, sick of sitting around and not being able to help people. He'd put on the mask, and call himself Dream. He would fight crime and help people however he can, and quickly he'd become very successful and well known amongst the RC citizens. People would start to simpathize more with this new mysterious hero than with the avatar, and this way Dream would be living two lives and he'd feel so alone and split... But George and Sapnap would find out about his secret shenanigans, and they'd join him :3 that's all i came up with so far, if you read this far i am thankful and PLEASE share ideas if you have any!!!!
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twisted strings || lee donghyuck
➶ pairing: lee donghyuck x reader
➶ genre: angst. angst. JUST ANGST. twisted string soulmate!au, non-idol!au
➶ word count: 3.1k
➶ synopsis: you and donghyuck were one of the rare soulmate couples unlucky enough to be cursed by your own string
➶ warnings: y/n and donghyuck have somewhat of a toxic relationship, mentions of surgery, injuries, drinking, arguments, hyuck being selfish, character death!
➶ a/n: I am not romanticizing or support toxic relationships. This is purely fictional and if you do not like such topics, kindly move on. Have a good day.
➶ based on the song 'Evelyn, Evelyn' by Evelyn Evelyn
“Y/N.”
“Donghyuck.”
God makes mistakes sometimes. One of the greatest mistakes was the soulmate system. It is often believed that if you meet your soulmate before the age of 14, you were set for a doomed relationship. Unfortunately for you and Lee Donghyuck, you found each other when you both were only 5 years old. Upon meeting each other for the first time, the string tied to your pinkies had intertwined the both of your hands together, making it impossible for the two of you to physically separate.
The day you met Donghyuck was considerably one of the worst moments of your life. You were both trapped in each other's special bond. The string that was supposed to connect the two of you together became a cage, one that you could not get out of until death tears you apart. Soulmates were supposed to love each other but the twisted string binding the two of you together only made you desire for freedom even more.
“Why do we bother to stay?”
“Why are you running away?”
You two were soulmates after all. The twisted string was a rare phenomenon that only happens to one in 50 million people around the world. You’ve been sticking to each other for so long, you can’t stand being with each other considering you couldn’t have your own privacy anymore. When your parents took you to the doctor back when you were younger, the doctor suggested surgery to remove the bond.
But the risk was too high. Removing your string could result in one of you dying, your parents didn’t want you to go through with it. But as you grow older into your teenage years, your relationship becomes even more unhealthy. Donghyuck was beginning to think the risk of getting the surgery was worth it. While you, on the other hand, all you wanted was to get along with Donghyuck. You didn’t want to run away from your relationship, you wanted to fix it. But unfortunately, Donghyuck didn’t have the same mindset.
“Don’t you feel like severing?”
“Everything’s just come together at last.”
“We’re broken, why would you want to play?”
Donghyuck felt like this life was all just God’s game. An entertainment for him. He couldn’t bear the thought of living by your side at every second of the day, but yet again, you would always turn down his offer of getting the surgery. You were scared. He was too. You both wanted to be happy. Donghyuck felt like the time you spend alone with each other was a complete waste, he rather used his time to do other things like developing talents and doing things he used to enjoy like playing soccer or baking cookies with his mother.
You, however, felt like you should be more grateful for this opportunity. You’ve heard a countless amount of stories about those who lost their soulmates before they could meet them or those who never found their soulmate. You didn’t like the toxicity your relationship holds, but you couldn’t help but hope that maybe one day that things would change between the two of you.
After all, at some point in your lives. There was a time when the two of you actually fell in love with each other.
At least, that’s what you want to believe.
“We grew up closer than most”
“Closer than anything”
When you were younger, your foolish selves believed that the two of you would get through living a happy life living by each other’s sides for the rest of time. But of course, those are just nonsensical ramblings of young children. Nothing good lasts forever. You’d like to believe that Donghyuck loved you at some point in your lives, just like you loved him. Even if that love is no more, you couldn’t help but hope.
Life was playing an amusing game with the two of you. The longer you both spend time with each other, the more broken your relationship becomes. The more broken your relationship becomes, the stronger Donghyuck’s urge to cut you off from his life becomes. And as more time goes on, you start to think if things would be better if you get the surgery. If one of you dies, at least one of you will have a chance of living a happier life, right?
“Shared our beds”
“But wore different clothes”
Your parents didn’t know what to do when you first met. When you were younger they would arrange an organized schedule of who gets the two of you in their home for the week like a child with divorced parents. It wasn’t like your parents didn’t like you being together like this. Your parents treated Donghyuck as their own son and his parents treated you as if you were their own daughter. But you both knew that deep down, they’d like to have their own child back without their soulmates sticking to them like some kind of weird sloth.
“Talked about everything”
“Spoke about so many things”
You spent years of your life together talking about anything and everything in an attempt to heal your relationship despite the fact that you two knew that it was getting you nowhere. You often asked questions like “what shall we wear tonight?” or “what shall we do today?”
“Can we go ice skating?”
“But we just did that yesterday”
You were both different people with different personalities and different interests. Unlike Donghyuck, you had thrown away your hopes of ever achieving those big dreams of yours a long long time ago, but always felt nice to dream of what you could be if you weren’t so hopeless.
“Should we be firemen?”
“Can we be astronauts?”
You were often looked down upon by your classmates when you were still in elementary school. The teachers would always scold them for constantly making fun of your intertwined hands being stuck together by the string. They would always tell your classmates to be nice and to invite the two of you to play with them. But alas, children are children. They don’t understand what words and actions could do to someone else.
Often, the teachers would make you join in on their little game of tag or hide and seek. It was quite difficult for the both of you to participate, it wasn’t like the two of you were telepathic. You constantly spend the first few seconds arguing where to go or where to hide which ends the two of you being caught before you could even have a chance to actually have fun. And eventually, your classmates would ignore your presence if the two of you participated.
“What if they find us?” you asked one day while playing hide and seek with your peers, crouching down to ensure that your body is safely hidden. Donghyuck lets out a small scoff, outstretching his legs as he leaned his back against the wall with a heavy sigh before looking down at your intertwined bond. “They’re not looking anyway,” he shook his head.
These days, your conversations were always the same. Dull and monotonous. Filled with hopelessness and despair. Eyes filled with exhaustion and distress. Faces void of emotion as you both stared at the dull grey ceiling.
“Y/n.”
“Donghyuck.”
“Why do we bother to stay?”
“Why are you running away?”
“Don’t you feel like severing?”
“Everything’s just come together at last”
“We’re broken, why would you want to play?”
“Fill my glass,” Donghyuck ordered, making you reach your hand out to fill his glass with wine. At the age of nineteen, the love between the two of you was nonexistent. You both had to deal with the excruciating truth that you’re going to be stuck together forever. “Why are we weeping?” you muttered under your breath as you slumped against the sofa beside him. Donghyuck ignored you as he sipped his drink with an annoyed roll of his eyes.
“At your side”
“I feel like a ghost”
You never knew about this. But Donghyuck was always the one to wake up first every morning. And every morning, he couldn’t help but turn over to stare at you as you sleep. Knowing how creepy it is, Donghyuck couldn’t help but admire your content expression. The way your eyelashes hovered over your skin, the way your lips part slightly. He would never tell this to your face. But he loved waking up to see the innocence glossing over your sleeping state.
Despite the many arguments you two get into with each other on a daily basis, it felt nice to lay down in silence with the comforting thought of the two of you having your own peaceful moments every morning. But of course, as soon as you wake up, Donghyuck is back to looking at you as if you were the bane of his existence.
In retrospect, Donghyuck viewed you as someone who needs to get off of his back. Quite literally. He wanted you to let go of him, he wanted to live his own life where he doesn’t have to put up with you being constantly beside him. He knew you were his soulmate, but he didn’t know if he loved you or hated you. All he knows is that he just wants you to leave him be and have his privacy.
Everyday was just the same. There was nothing new to the two of you. Your days of living with each other always goes by the same questions over and over again.
“What shall we wear tonight?”
“What shall we eat today?”
“Do you think we’ll get married someday?” you asked him one day, looking at the loving couple across the street from you as you both stood in front of the bus stop side by side with equally emotionless expressions. Donghyuck took a small glance at you, unsurprisingly you were saying it with a hopeless expression. Why did you have to ask such a question when you know very well what the answer was going to be?
“We discussed this yesterday,” Donghyuck replied shortly, keeping his eyes on the empty road as people continued to walk past you. His eyes wandered to those who walked alone with hands in their pockets. Then his eyes wandered to those holding hands with their soulmates, gazing lovingly at them as if they were the brightest star in their eyes. Donghyuck then looked back at you, his half-lidded eyes scanning your broken figure that mirrored his own. Was he willing to marry someone as broken as he is?
“Should we be movie stars?”
“Will we be millionaires?”
But can someone broken still talk about dreams as if they still have hope in their lives? Donghyuck never knew what’s the point in these wishful conversations. It was just hurting the both of you even more as time went by. You knew conversations about the things you know you’ll never be was just getting your hopes up. But life seemed too dim for the both of you, you couldn’t help but hold onto these late night conversations as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.
“I want to be famous.”
“They’re watching us anyway.”
Donghyuck had always wanted to be a singer since he was a child. He loved to sing and dance before he met you. His parents were ready to support him in his dreams, his future was bright as heaven’s gate when he realised he had actual potential of being a star. But that can’t happen. Not with you by his side.
A part of you thought that the reason Donghyuck had always hated you was because you ripped him away from his dreams and his own privacy. You couldn’t blame him for being angry at you. But you knew that deep down, he was also at fault, too. If the two of you hadn’t met all those years ago, you’d probably be in a much healthier and happier place by now.
You both would probably be in a better place by now if fate hadn’t decided to let you meet that day.
“We grew up so very close.”
“A parasite needs a host,” Donghyuck spat at you, venom and malice lacing his tone as he pushed away his plate of food aggressively across the table. It was another one of those arguments. You two were getting sick of each other. You were at a breaking point. Donghyuck was discussing about getting the surgery again and as usual, he snaps at you harshly whenever you decline the offer. But you couldn’t help but retort back at his snarl.
“I’m only trying to do what is best for us!”
“Well I never wanted this. I never asked for this. All that I want is some time to myself!”
“Donghyuck…”
“Just get away from me! Please just stop touching me! You’re always trying to be somebody else!”
Donghyuck believed that deep down you were just putting up a fake act. He believed that all this talk about you not getting the surgery for the sake of the both of your safety was all just buffoonery. He thought that you just want to see him live a miserable life along your side for the rest of your lives. He views you as some kind of parasite sticking onto his body.
He was too blinded by selfishness to see the good side in this situation you were both stuck in.
“I just realise I’m not alone.”
You were afraid. If you took the surgery, you were afraid that Donghyuck was going to die instead of you. He may not like you, but you didn’t want to live with the overwhelming burden that you killed your own soulmate, even if it wasn’t your idea to do the surgery. You didn’t want to live without Donghyuck either. You wanted someone to love. Unfortunately for you, Donghyuck didn’t want the same thing.
“Well you’re only scared of me.”
“But you never cared for me!”
“Why don’t you let me free?”
“Cause you never dared to be!”
Spewing insults and cries back and forth was all the only thing you’ve been doing the past couple of years. You were both tired. Tired of living like this. Living in misery and despair. You knew you weren’t going to be happy in this life, but you also knew you didn’t want to sacrifice Donghyuck just because he wanted it. In Donghyuck’s mind, all there is to think about was how life would be so easier if you cut the damn string off of your body. How everyone would be much happier if you just agreed to the surgery.
“Cause you never listen, you’re always insisting!”
“Just stop reminiscing!” ¦¦ “I’m just reminiscing!”
“I feel something missing.”
“I just want you here with me.” ¦¦ “I just want my privacy.”
“God, can’t we just get along!?” ¦¦ “God, won’t you leave me alone?!”
That was it. That was your breaking point.
You finally agreed to the surgery without hesitation, your eyes no longer held a single ounce of light and hope in them as you signed the papers willingly. Donghyuck couldn’t say anything else to you either. He finally got you to sign the papers and do the surgery but why didn’t he feel as ecstatic as he should be? Why was his heart still so empty? Why couldn’t he find the enthusiasm in him as you both got into your robes, preparing for the surgery.
You haven’t spared the slightest glance at him since the argument you two had the other night. But then again, why would you? You finally agreed to signing either yours or Donghyuck’s life to death, there was no need for you to feel anything about it. You prayed to God that Donghyuck would be the one to survive, no matter how bad he has treated you in almost the past two decades, you still prayed for his survival.
“Y/n.”
“Donghyuck.”
The doctors placed masks over your mouths, informing you that they were going to start the anesthesia with a concentrated expression on their face. Donghyuck looks over to you to give you one last look, his eyes becoming half-lidded when he sees your content face resting right beside him. The way your eyes slowly shut when the gas kicked in, he practically saw your hopeless pupils shining before his own eyes started to get droopy. For once in years, he squeezed your hand encouragingly in his, feeling the string tighten around your body as he does.
“Y/n.”
“Donghyuck.”
He felt your hand squeeze back softly, making his heart flutter for the first time in ages before he finally succumbs into a deep sleep.
“Y/n.”
“Donghyuck.”
As Donghyuck opens his eyes, he finds himself in a hospital room, A heart monitor placed right beside him, beeping loudly to signal the calming beating of his heart. He sat up slightly, his body feeling weak and sore. He examined his body, stitches and gauze were everywhere and all around his arms. The strings that he had gotten used to seeing wrapped around his body were nowhere in sight.
It worked. The surgery worked.
“Y/n.”
He was no longer stuck to your body anymore. He was finally able to live his life as freely as he wanted. He could hardly believe his own eyes as he pressed both of his palms against his face, pinching himself to see if this was just some kind of weird dream. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. God, when was the last time he smiled like this.
He couldn’t wait to do the things he’s always wanted to do. He couldn’t wait to go home to his parents and see the baffled looks on their faces once they see him as a whole happy person again. He couldn’t wait to tell all his friends that he could finally drink with them without you getting on his back for drinking too much-
Wait. You. Where were you?
“Y/n.”
His head shot up, looking around to see if you were in the same room as he was. His heart raced when he saw the empty bed next to his. Have you gone home without him? Or did you wake up way earlier than he did? Why didn’t you wait for him to wake up? Where have you gone? Why weren’t you right next to him? He was supposed to be the first one to wake up to see the peaceful expression on your sleeping face. He was supposed to be the first one to tell you that this surgery would be the best decision you two have ever made.
The clipboard filled with data the doctor left on the table beside him had all the answers to his question. Donghyuck used a weak hand to grab the papers and set them on his lap, carefully picking each and every one of them up, his eyes quickly scanning the letters printed onto it. From what he can conclude, your soulmate string was cut off and donated to science. The surgery took about 4-5 hours and he had been resting for about two days.
He also concluded that you had died in the middle of surgery.
“Y/n.”
“Y/n.”
“...”
“Why didn’t we try to stay?”
“You wanted to keep running away.”
“Why did we agree to severing?”
“Everything’s over at last.”
“I’m broken. Let’s play this game again.”
if you haven’t noticed. Hyuck is in bold. Y/n is in italic. Both is both.
This was a new writing style I wanted to try out and it’s not my best work but I think it’s pretty good enough to post.
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Bumping Helmets
alternatively, "let me kiss you up in space".
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g - fluff; space au
p - san x reader
w.c - 608
t.w - none
c - just two astronauts doing their jobs up in space and said astronauts are also quite in love.
a.n - a short lil something i wrote because i was bored heh
t.l - @closer-stars @jeongyunhoed @fromercury
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"I really hope they are growing," you said, dejection hiding between the optimistic words. Twenty six days of staring at the same small plot of soil in search of even a glimpse of fresh green peeking out from the azure blue to no avail was really taking a toll on you. The higher-ups were already starting to play the 'report good news or abort mission effective immediately' card but you were still hoping that the new day would bring some results. Any results at all.
"They barely grew in the synthetic dirt." You hear San's voice over the radio, his tone, too, contradicting the nature of his words. San would rather be back at home with you, helmets off with your smile and voice clearer and brighter than right now. It would take at least a week for you to accept the failure of the mission but it's worth the countless happier days to come. "But I hope they do, it would be a huge breakthrough." Still, he wants to be supportive, and professional.
The both of you squat down to have a closer look, the distance from the ground so small that any nearer your helmet would bump into it and knock you further back. The god damn helmet. Sometimes you feel like a goldfish in a ridiculously small glass bowl like in those American TV shows. It would be nice if they gave you even a little bit of microscopic vision, then maybe you wouldn't have to be squinting this hard.
"I see it, I see it! Look, look!" San's exclamations caused you to almost stomp across the plot of soil out of excitement. Fortunately for the potential watermelons growing awfully slow beneath the 'ocean' (San tends to be quite homesick), he was quicker in running over to you and grabbing ahold of your hand.
There it was — two adorable little green leaves sitting right on top of the soil, against all odds. Twenty seven days is no where close to forty weeks but you think you understand now how being a parent feels. Unable to contain your overwhelming happiness and relief, you reached over to San and pulled him in close to you. It was like you had forgotten that the both of you were still in your space suits with those god damned helmets. Until you bumped into him, your eyes flying open as your pursed lips turned into a straight line. Oh, those god damned helmets.
San was at a loss for words in the first few seconds following the collision but he laughed soon after, realising your intent. "Were you trying to kiss me?" He doesn't even need to be able to see your face to know exactly what expression you have on right now. Despite knowing how stupid it was, more so now than ever, San still opens his arms to invite you into his embrace. "Come on, let's try it again."
You don't take it as San teasing you so you wrap your arms around his waist as he presses his visor against yours. "Congratulations to us and our new watermelon baby," San said. And then the two of you bumped visors again, eyes closed. San questions that.
"It's not very romantic to see your own reflection you know," you answered, thankful that he couldn't see how rosy your cheeks have become. "Did you not close your eyes, you creep?"
San wishes that your helmet was off so that he could knock your head instead. "I did, turns out I can see your face much clearer with my eyes closed."
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OKAY IMAGINE THIS - by some mirracle, s/o get teleported back in time to the pirate era and suddenly just drops from the sky as Antonio and Arthur are battling! Everything comes to a halt because a friggin woman fell from literally nowhere - Arthur is quicker and he captures s/o first, DEMANDING to know where she is from, how did she get here. Poor s/o tries to tell him the truth but it just isn't working. How stupid do you think Arthur is, huh?! He's not buying what you're selling love! (1/?)
Oh blazes, my dear. You’re trying to seduce me into writing a novel for you, correct. Well, not today (sadly) so I’ll be going ahead with my usual mixture of headcanons and snippets. Also, to everybody out there: Requests are still being accepted – I just can’t bring myself to close my ask box.
Also, I wanted to write Arthur’s and Antonio’s lines in an older English, but then I remembered what it was like having to read books from the 19th century for school and decided not to inflict the torture upon you.
Yandere Love Triangle: England vs Spain (Historical Pirate AU!)
As mentioned in the ask, you would be minding your own business, more or less, when you would suddenly be granted two of the wishes many harbour in their hearts: to time travel and have an adventure. Unfortunately for you, that wouldn’t happen with a forewarning and you wouldn’t have any chance to blend in. I wouldn’t say the battle would completely stop – with all the smoke and gunpowder and bangs going on only those close by would have a chance noticing.
Antonio was having a wonderful day. Yes, extremely wonderful. Life on the ship had been very good as of late, supplies running high and spirits even higher. They were reaching their climax now, with Spain showing England the business ends of sword and cutlas and cannon. It was a fitting sort of revenge being able to rob the lilly-livered bastard after he had stolen so much Spanish silver and gold.
The runt in question was baring his teeth and snarling like a cornered dog while their blades were interlocked, when Antonio heard a loud crash from behind England. It was probably just part of the ruckus of a sea battle, yet something – his fantastic intuition most likely – advised him to take a look. Of course, making the other combatant to move just how he wanted proved to be tricky, because Arthur had always been an uncooperative like blight and liked to fight dirty.
Yet he wasn’t a famed duellist for nothing. The sight that caught his attention when he got the opportunity to see it nearly caused him to lose an arm due to inattention. Men of both sides had briefly abandoned the battle to crowd around a failing figure that was desperately trying to free itself from a tangle of nets and torn sails. The onlookers whispered amongst themselves. The chorus of voices only grew louder when a very confused woman.
He found himself remarking: “It seems like you’ve finally started to develop a good taste in bed mates. Say, when did that happen, fishy. I always thought that you’d have luck to get a starved old tramp to warm your bed.”
“Shut up, Anthony!”, came the immediate reply, proving that the island nation wasn’t aware about what he was playing at. “Let’s not get on about you. Or should I tell your precious monarch about what you do in the stables when all the servants are gone?”
Pathetic little weasel. Enraged, Antonio brought the hilt of his sword down on that pale, cruel face and busted a pair of thin lips. “You should guard yourself from spreading lies, English pigdog. Or else the Almighty himself will smite you.”
Naturally, being the cunning demon he was, England used the opening Spain had provided him to barrel into him and send him flying overboard and into the sea.
That action would be quick to turn the tides, especially with so many men coming to aid their captain and help him out of water. This would result in Arthur then discovering you on his ship, probably when his first mate would rush to him and explain that a very strange women in a strange get-up had just suddenly appeared on the ship.
England would go and investigate and discover you surrounded by his crew, each of them having different responses to your presence and hence causing quite a commotion. He too would find you utterly alien – in your attire, in your mannerisms, even in your speech. But Arthur would be ever the pragmatic and reason that there would have to be another explanation to your appearance, one that doesn’t include miracles. But because he wouldn’t have either the time or the head space to deal with you at the moment, he’d have to thrown in the brig with strict orders to leave you alone. That would also be a way for him to torture you and force you to wallow in your worries and terrors.
The brackish water of the brig had long since made your feet wet, cotton soaks completely soaked through and chilling you. The stench it all emitted, and Arthur’s relentless questioning only further enhanced your discomfort.
He was prowling in front of your cage-like cell, like a tiger in the zoo. Only that he didn’t want to break out, rather that he was being continuously tempted to drag you out of your cell and onto the deck to be flogged for your insolence.
“At every turn you say to me that you’re from the future and that you don’t know how you came here”, he rehearsed the main points of your conversation with him. There had been a snarl on his face the whole time throughout the interrogation, his anger only making his voice curl tightly around the vowels and roll the r’s harder until you had to strain to understand him.
Mutely you nodded – you yourself had come to the conclusion that he understood you better when you kept your words simply, underlay them with gestures and expressions and spoke slowly.
In return, England shook his head and spat: “I do not believe you. Going backwards in time is impossible, it only goes forward.”
In any other situation you would have been inclined to agree with him. But you were living proof that there were glaring exceptions to that rule. Having unexpectedly landed in a long-gone era, you had first found yourself desperately grappling with your new reality. You had pinched yourself and read the letters on crates and barrel and closed your eyes and read them again to see if anything had changed – everything to assure yourself that you were dreaming.
You weren’t, nor had you taken any psychedelics, so this was painfully, gruesomely real. A fact that Arthur wasn’t excepting even with evidence right past the tip of his nose.
“Then how do you explain the ripped sails then? How do you explain my strange clothes?”, you questioned him. Then, after a brief pause, you asked: “How do you explain that I know who and what you are?”
You knowing that he was a personification of a budding Empire was a sore spot for him and made him even more suspicious of you. Something that was now backfiring on you.
He waved your words off with evident irritation and countered: “There are more reasonable explanation for all of that. That you’re a spy from a foreign country for example.”
Arthur would never cease with side-eying you and constantly be on the look-out for more logical explanations for your otherness. He would find them as well. Yet there would always be a little voice in the forefront of his mind nagging him that you are telling the truth and that he was wasting the opportunity of the millennia by blowing your words in the wind.
Those doubts would be the main reason he would keep you alive, along with his quest to extract the “truth” from you. However, there would be times when he would be tempted to fetch those thumbscrews from his quarters to see if you’d crack under pressure. Yet he would still restrain himself.
That wouldn’t mean your stay on his ship would be pleasant. You’d constantly be wet and cold, with rats crawling around the brig and your meals being a near inedible gruel that would be set aside for you.
Therefore, it would be an absolute relief when Spain would swoop in to rescue you. It would be an even greater wonder when he would actually listen to you and take into consideration what you would say.
“Tell me if I’ve got this right: In the future, you don’t send letters anymore that take months to reach another country. Instead, you send messages from small machines which the other person can read only after a few seconds, no matter how far away they are”, Antonio summed up what you had just cautiously explained to him.
You had been so shy when he had taken you aboard his vessel, so afraid he would just maltreat you like Arthur had. It had taken its time for him to convey that he was different from that godless brute, that he was civilized and patient. He wouldn’t disregard miracles and let them slip through his fingers. It had taken its own sweet time to coax you into telling the truth, but now you were sitting across him in his quarters, nodding enthusiastically.
“More or less, yes. There is a lot more to that, but that is the start of it”, you affirmed his words. You were relieved that you finally had somebody to talk to in this time were you previously had nobody. The food being served helped you weigh yourself into safety – fresh fruit and other perishable treats, an absolute luxury onboard a ship with a sizable crew. Indeed, you were becoming so comfortable with your host, your lifeline at this point, that you were betraying things about your future that you otherwise wouldn’t have.
And wasn’t yet about detail concretely concerning him, but you would both get there eventually. Spain was sure of that.
Meanwhile you didn’t notice the hungry gleam in his eyes when he purred: “Fascinating, my dear. What else can these things do?”
Being a Catholic, Antonio would be far more inclined to believe you on the time-traveling thing. He would also add two and two together on your strange clothes and their material, not to mention your different attitudes and behaviours and realise that you would be telling the truth. He would treat you kindly as a way of getting you to talk to him, eventually becoming the only person you could trust.
He would guard you jealously and ensure that you would only speak to him – having knowledge of the future would be a right he would reserve for himself alone. It would also cause him to become obsessed with you, keeping you in his quarters or leading you onto the deck at night for short walk. Of course, he would paint the whole isolating thing as he keeping you safe, saying that Arthur was after you.
The argument with Arthur would have far more validity then Antonio would even imagine. The wisdom that you don’t know what you really have until you lose it would be especially true in his case. It would finally dawn upon him that you were telling the truth the whole time and that would lead Arthur to beat himself up over it. A pursuit to recapture you would ensue.
Not to mention that it would make his blood boil to think that Spain would be courting you, persuading you to tell him everything he could ever want to know about the future. Besides being a threat to his future existence and ongoing success, England would like to have all that knowledge himself and for himself only. Knowledge is power, after all.
Arthur would also miss you for your wit and endurance, fantasizing and dreaming of you to the point of obsession and never quitting his chase for you.
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I don’t know if you want to do this Drabble request, but feel free to skip this request if you feel that it’s too hard or if it’s a no-go. Can I request a modern/fantasy AU Drabble of Merman!Eren and Fem!Wizard!Reader where Y/N is practicing magic on the beach where she encounters/falls in love with Eren who was watching her from the water? (The rest of the plot is u to your imagination) Thank you!
by the sea eren yeager x reader
word count: 1k
warnings: fluff, merman!eren is really pretty, eren can't say magic either
notes: awe this is such a cute prompt! i don't think i've ever thought abt merman!eren until now hmm... i like the picture in my head. i ended up getting a little carried away and this drabble turned into a ficlet lol. thank you for requesting!
With the expectations of becoming a full fledged wizard in a few months looming over you, it was safe to say you were incredibly stressed. Potions, spells and other knowledge dominated in your head. One of your friends had told you that you were muttering spells and potion recipes in your sleep. It only further proved how hard you were studying.
But even the most model wizard students got stressed. As did you. So, you would sneak away during breaks or free time while no one noticed to go to your special spot.
You had accidentally stumbled upon this area during flying lessons. No matter how much people gushed about it, flying wasn’t all that. It was just like walking, only a couple hundred feet in the air. Out of boredom, you looked down, eyes widening at the sight. Below you was one of the most beautiful beaches you had ever seen, secluded at the barrier of the forest, just enough to not be noticeable if you were walking on foot.
Suddenly, you began to love flying lessons.
Where grass met sand sat your discarded robe and boots, not wanting them to be soiled by the sea water. Your pants and sleeves had been rolled up at your convenience as well. There was a giant boulder between the land and sea you liked to stand up on to practice your magic. It was just big enough to have a view of the entire beach.
You had your hands out in front of you, whispering a spell to make magic, getting frustrated when no results were shown from your efforts. It was one of the newer spells you were learning that gave you trouble, your mentor believing you were finally ready to learn it. Huffing, your hands smacked your thighs when you roughly pulled them down. They clenched and unclenched in anger, eventually moving to cover your face so you could scream.
“Is it really that hard?” a sweet voice spoke up from under you.
The sudden appearance of the voice had caught you so off guard, that you jumped in surprise, stumbling into the water eventually. Right away, a pair of arms that didn’t belong to you slipped around your waist to drag you back to shore. You coughed and sputtered out the salt water in your lungs smacking your chest to help displace the water.
You turned your head to take a look at your savior, a scream dying in your throat at the sight of a Merman in front of you. Using your hands, you scurried away in shock to put some distance between the two of you.
There was no denying it; there was a Merman in front of you. He even fit the description, for Merlin's sake! Long, elegant tail with shiny green scales that glimmered in the sun, tanned skin free from any imperfections, long brown hair that reached his shoulders, emerald green eyes you could get lost in, and the most beautiful face you had ever seen in your life.
“Wait!” the Merman had called out, holding an arm towards you to stop you. He couldn’t do much considering he had no legs. “I don’t want to hurt you!”
You gave him the benefit of the doubt and stayed put where you were, not moving another inch yet. “What do you want from me?” you whimpered.
“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head to further convince you. “It’s just that… I’ve been watching you do your sparkly hand things for a while now. I think it’s really pretty,” he confessed shyly.
“‘Sparkly hand things’...?” you asked yourself, feeling confused. It clicked suddenly, “You mean my magic?” To demonstrate, you cast an easy visual spell, lights appearing out of thin air to make intricate designs in the air.
The Merman nodded enthusiastically, dragging himself closer to you to get a better look at the lights coming out of your hands. You didn’t make any move to put more distance between the two of you. “Yes! The Majick. Is it hard?” he asked, repeating his question from before.
You scratched the back of your head, shrugging lightly. “It depends on how hard the spell you’re casting is. The lights I did were pretty easy, but something like healing takes a bit more skill.”
He stared at you in awe, mouth agape. “Can you teach me?” he asked excitedly, leaning in closer to you.
You giggled at his enthusiasm and shook your head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t teach you. Only wizards gifted with the ability to do magic can cast spells…” you trailed off, realizing you didn’t get his name. “Hey, what’s your name?”
The Merman was a little dejected at first at not being able to do magic, but perked up to tell you his name. “Eren! What’s yours?” You gave him your name, to which he repeated to himself a few times to test it out on his tongue. “You have a very pretty name.”
Your cheeks grew warm due to an oncoming blush. “Thank you. You have a pretty name too.”
Both of you talked for a while after that, chatting away until the sun was just kissing the horizon. You finally noticed how late it has gotten when the golden hour sun made Erens skin glow. “Oh! I have to get going, otherwise the elders will be mad at me for going missing for so long!” you gasped, standing up to dust off the sand from your now dry clothes.
Eren stared at you longingly, watching you get redressed. “Will you be back? I know you come by sometimes, so I wait for a while at a rock by the shore for you to come. Just wanna know when I’ll see you again.”
You paused in the middle of clasping your boots, staring at him. “Oh. Well I have time 2 days from now to come by. How about then? Same time as today?”
Eren nodded enthusiastically, moving himself back to the water. “Yes! Okay! I’ll be here to watch you do more of the Majick!” he said, engulfing himself in the water. He gave you an enthusiastic wave, which you returned, diving back into the water to go back to his own home.
You watched where he had disappeared, water still rippling from his movements. You grinned and set off to rush back home, eager to see your new friend again in a few days time.
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An End and a Beginning
Having survived Minion, Rosinante is reassigned to East Blue, where he and Law will start their new lives. 1700 words, CoraLives!Au, mild hurt/comfort, found family
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“I’m ready.”
Law was seated on his bed, a full length mirror in front of him and a scalpel in his right hand. Neither was strictly necessary- neither the mirror nor the scalpel- but he insisted they helped. He really only needed to feel out the lead with his powers, not to see anything, but Rosinante could understand how weird it would feel to work blind, more or less. That he could still operate with everything flipped in the mirror only proved what a remarkable doctor he might have been had life been less cruel. Perhaps he still would be. Rosinante certainly hoped. Law would have his whole life ahead of him once this was finally over.
As for the scalpel, well, apparently it worked as a sort of focus for the Ope-Ope to work through. It made Rosinante wince, made the whole thing seem more like a normal operation, but it was infinitely preferable to the sword Law had first suggested using. Apparently the boy already had ideas on how he might use the Devil Fruit to fight. Rosinante had to draw the line at practicing that on himself. It was bad enough Law had to operate on himself.
“Ready,” Rosinante repeated. He nodded and looked down at Law a moment more. He wouldn’t stay. He never did, not after the first time. Law insisted that it didn’t hurt but Rosinante couldn’t bear to see him like that. It looked too close to dying even if it was more like the opposite. “Right. I’ll be guarding the front door like always. Just right out there,” he said, knowing all the while it was more a reassurance to himself than to Law who was seemingly unfazed by the whole process. “If you need me, all you have to do is call for me.”
Law rolled his eyes. “I know, Cora-san.” He waved the scalpel in his hand menacingly. “Now get out of here. You’re distracting.”
Rosinante nodded and promptly tripped over his own feet on the way to the door. He caught himself on the door handle and smiled sheepishly back at Law who only scowled in return. He found his usual seat outside the room with a heavy sigh. One more operation and this would all be behind them.
For as much as he himself had told Law that the fruit wasn’t magic, he’d somehow imagined this would be over with one miraculous wave of the hand. Law would awaken to his new powers, find the lead in his veins and pull it all out in one go. Instead, it had been staggered over the course of weeks. Law had needed to learn how to use his powers and then they’d both found just how much energy it all took. The real delay came, Rosinante would admit, had come at his own insistence. He hadn’t been around for the first attempts at operating, since he’d been held up on Minion while Law went ahead to Swallow. Law himself had been tight lipped about how that had gone but from what he’d gathered from the other boys that had been there, there had been blood loss. Just how much he’d never know. In his opinion, any was too much.
Rosinante shook his head to get that particular image out of his head. He patted down his pockets until he found his cigarettes. He flicked at his lighter with a trembling thumb and nearly caught his hair instead of the cigarette with the resulting flame. He sucked in deep and let out a long, smoke filled breath. His eyes slid closed. He needed to focus on the positive. This would all be over soon. Already, life was coming back with a flush in Law’s skin. It would be a while before the patches in his skin would be gone completely but sunny Windmill Village was doing a lot to help vitality along. Law was healing. They both were.
He’d have to find a way to thank Sengoku and Garp. Maybe he’d just send food and drink along under the guise of souvenirs. At least Garp was likely to accept. Sengoku was still pretending that sending a Marine Commander to such an out of the way posting was a punishment. Rosinante knew, though, just how many strings the Fleet Commander likely had pulled to get him here. As important as the rulers of the Goa Kingdom might consider themselves, they didn’t really merit a strong naval presence.
“I’m done.”
The voice was quiet and weak enough that he nearly didn’t hear it but he was on his feet in an instant. He gripped the wall to keep upright and then stumbled in through the door. Law was seated just as he’d been before. If Rosinante didn’t know any better, he’d think nothing had happened. He did know better, though.
“Done? All done?”
“That’s what I said, you stupid clown,” came the expected reply. There wasn’t nearly as much bite in the insult as there once had been. Law fell back onto his bed. Rosinante took a worried step forward before he saw the smile on Law’s face. “But yeah, it’s all done. Not a trace of lead left.”
Of the two of them, Rosinante had most definitely been the more optimistic one about this whole process. Yet, here he was, unable to quite believe it. The past weeks had been so hard and the six months before that had been harder still. It felt impossible that they’d both survived it all and now would get to simply get on with their lives.
Law opened one golden eye and fixed it on Rosinante. “You think I’m lying to make you feel better or something?”
Rosinante gaped. The forgotten cigarette dropped from his mouth. He stomped it out with a yelp before anything was burnt. “No!” he insisted. “It’s just—”
How could he explain? But Law was smart. He got it even without words.
The boy sat up. “See for yourself.” He extended a hand and was surrounded in a sphere of shimmering blue. “Scan.”
That blue light intensified and shone in a path that followed the careful sweep of Law’s hand. Rosinante knew from previous experience exactly what Law was showing him. There was nothing. No lead. No lingering illness.
Rosinante’s face split into a wide smile. He could see Law biting back on a smile of his own as he threw himself back down into the bed.
“Told you, idiot. I thought you crammed that fruit down my throat because you believed in my medical skills.”
“I did. I do! But after everything…”
“Yeah. I know.” Law chewed on his lip and a complicated expression crossed his face. Whatever it was about, when it passed, there was only a smile left in its place. “I might’ve scanned three or four times before I called you in. Just to be really sure.”
“But it’s over.”
“It’s over.”
How many times would they have to repeat that before either of them believed it?
Law had let his eyes drift shut again. Rosinante took the opportunity to really look at him. He wondered what changes the next months and years would bring. Law was still rather small for his age. Rosinante knew he was hardly the best judge given he was, as Law would point out, rather larger than average himself, but the boy hardly had the look of someone on the cusp of adolescence. Hopefully without the constant strain on his body, he would be able to catch up with where he should be. Perhaps he’d never be as tall or as bulky as he might have been but only time would tell. Rosinante chose to hope for the best.
And then there was his skin. Amber Lead Syndrome was blessedly unheard of all the way out in a rural corner of East Blue but Rosinante knew Law was still self conscious. Every curious look or question about the white patches made him pull into himself. Although the people of Windmill Village had overall been very kind and accepting, Law would undoubtedly be more comfortable when his skin was clear of any lingering paleness.
Rosinante’s heart swelled thinking of that future. Maybe Law would start to open up more, find friends even. He knew Garp’s grandkids were about somewhere. And that was only the start of it. Law was smart, he was strong, and now he was healthy. The future was practically limitless.
Rosinante threw himself into the bed next to Law, causing the boy to bounce up into the air with a yelp.
“Oi! Watch what you’re doing, you giant oaf.”
Rosinante could only smile. He ruffled a fond hand through Law’s unruly black hair. “We should start looking at what medical training is available. There might not be anything somewhere so out of the way but there’s plenty of time. We can find you the best training. Go anywhere you want.”
Law rolled his eyes. “Give me a few seconds to breathe, would you? I only just finished getting rid of the lead and you’re already planning out my entire future.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll try not to get carried away. But…” Rosinante hesitated. He knew this was a sensitive subject given all the time Law had spent convinced he was going to die. Still, the boy needed to start looking ahead at some point. “Have you thought at all what you might want to do now?”
Law was silent a moment and Rosinante thought he had perhaps pushed too far. Then Law smiled. “I was thinking…” Rosinante propped himself up onto his elbows and waited. Law’s smile only grew. “Maybe I’ll become a pirate.”
Rosinante’s eyes widened. “What?” He swatted at Law, only to be easily dodged as Law hopped over him and off the bed. “You brat! You aren’t going to be a pirate.”
Law threw back his head and laughed as he continued to dance out of Rosinante’s reach. It was a boisterous, youthful thing that the blond couldn’t help but love the sound of. Law was still a brat. He would probably always be a bit of a shit but there would really be time ahead for him to grow. Mature. There was finally a future that both of them could see and Rosinante couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment whether that included Law turning pirate or doing anything else he might imagine.
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BTS - Master List
No word count = under 1k.
💞 = Fluff
🌩 = Angst
💋 = Smut
Updated as of 6-6-2021.
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Drabbles:
This is Girl Talk, so Leave 💞
Slice of Life AU
Do you think I’m scared of a woman? 💞
College AU
Slice of Life AU
Short Stories:
A Lifetime under Moonlit Nights 🌩 💞
5k
God AU
Overview: It was a love story that began when Gods roamed the Earth, and lasted over the course of several centuries, always under the beauty of a moonlit sky. When one life cut too short, you realize how tiresome it is to constantly be reborn.
Series:
Dad Jokes and Spilled Coffee 💞
Book 7 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe
Hybrid AU
Overview: TBW
Sneak Peak: “I knew I was handsome, but now I’m just hot. And it’s not because of the coffee that you spilled on me either.”
Drabbles:
Please...love me 🌩
Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween 💞
Safety First 🌩
Unrequited Love AU
College AU
Short Stories:
If you can’t sleep...we could have sex? 💞 💋
2k
Slice of Life AU
Overview: You can’t fall asleep. So Yoongi finds an alternative solution to your problem.
A Slice of Forever 💞 🌩
3k
Vampire AU
Poly AU
Featuring Namjoon
Overview: They were just stories. Werewolves, Witches, Gremlins, Vampires...they were all a story that thrived off of Halloween. At least, that’s what you thought. Until you met them.
Series:
Midnight Love Songs 💞 🌩 💋
Book 4 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe
Hybrid AU
Overview: TBW
Sneak Peak: “The stars are pretty, but there’s a moon that shines more brightly, and who I love quite dearly.”
Drabbles:
Tied Up 💞 💋
Date Night AU
Short Stories:
Man-Child 🌩
1k
Idol AU
Stop Being So Cute 💞
3k
Coffee Shop AU
Overview: Dating is never easy. So when your best friend sets you up on a blind date, you agree to meet up at a coffee shop. Only problem is, he never shows up, and a certain barista can’t help glancing your way.
Daydreaming About Dandelions 💞
3k
Daycare AU
Overview: For the time that they were in your classroom, they were your kids and nothing meant more to you than them. Being a teacher at a daycare was your life, and to your surprise, the new teacher Mr. Hoseok, was going to be shadowing you for the day.
Hookup on an Airplane 💋💞
7k
Traveling AU
Overview: You were finally achieving your dream of traveling the world, and the the first stop on your list was South Korea. After a stressful morning and with a long day ahead, all you wanted to do was sleep on the plane. But when your seat mate turns out to be cute, and offers to help you take care of a certain problem, well, the flight suddenly becomes more fun than you expected.
Series:
Strawberry Cream and BBQ 💞 💋 🌩
85k in total.
Book 1 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe
Hybrid AU
Completed
Overview: Your best friend knows that she can count on your for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way that no one expected.
Move in Day: A SC&BBQ Drabble 💞 4k
Drabbles:
Does he know about the baby? 💞
Slice of Life AU
Overview: Namjoon accidentally reads a text that wasn’t meant for him.
Short Stories:
My Everything 💞
2k
Slice of Life AU
Overview: You go to a family reunion that only results in disaster with how your family treats you, so you go back home to seek comfort in your boyfriend.
Yellow Gerber Daises 💞
1k
Slice of Life AU
Overview: It’s your birthday, but you’re the one who has a surprise for Namjoon.
Stop interrupting me 🌩
1k
Slice of Life AU
Dear Diary... 💞
1k
Soul Mate AU
College AU
Overview: The last thing Namjoon expected was to wake up in someone else’s bed, let alone with a stranger who he doesn’t remember in the slightest bit.
A Slice of Forever 💞 🌩
3k
Vampire AU
Poly AU
Featuring Yoongi
Overview: They were just stories. Werewolves, Witches, Gremlins, Vampires...they were all a story that thrived off of Halloween. At least, that’s what you thought. Until you met them.
Brotið Hjarta 🌩💞
25k
Fantasy AU
Elf AU
Norse Light Elf Mythology
Overview: When a magical storm threatens to wipe out your home, you venture into the forest in search of someone - anyone - who can help end it. When an Elf takes you in after getting injured, you learn that those who live in the forest are not the monsters your village town has made them out to be, but victims.
Series:
Knitting You a Home 🌩💞💋
Book 2 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe
Hybrid AU
In-Progress
Overview: With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you can’t help but wonder if Namjoon’s let his past and old fears to come back and haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and to be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?
Drabbles:
I’m not going to be sympathetic until you see a Doctor 💞
Slice of Life AU
Welcome back. Now fucking help me💞
Slice of Life AU
Short Stories:
Dancing in Europe 💞
2k
Idol AU
Overview: You and Jimin have only recently started dating when he he whisks you of to Europe on his days off, and surprises you with a date to go see a ballet performance.
Mon Amour 💞
1k
College AU
Artist AU
Overview: You were Jimin’s muse. No matter what his materials were, his ideas, he always found you at the center of his latest art piece.
Memories of Old and New 💞
6k
Christmas AU
Established Relationship AU
Slice of Life AU
Overview: It the first Christmas that you’re celebrating with Jimin, but the magical holiday isn’t the same after the unexpected passing of your parents.
Type 2 💞 🌩
10k
Established Relationship AU
Slice of Life AU
Medical Condition
Overview: You were diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes in high school and ever since then, you’re been able to manage it without a problem Sticking to a schedule and monitoring your blood was easy. Then came Jimin, and you suddenly you found yourself hiding it all from him. But when your blood sugar drops dangerously low in the middle of the night, Jimin’s the only one who can help you.
Series:
Snapshots of Our Story 💞
Sleep - Sleepless Nights - Pt 3?
Idol AU
Overview: With a once in a lifetime chance of hanging out with BTS for a week, you and Jimin unexpectedly end up growing feelings for each other. These are the snapshots as the two of you try to make it all work out.
Simply Baby Steps 💞 🌩 💋
Book 3 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe
Hybrid AU
Overview: TBW
Sneak Peak: “I don’t care if it’s just the two of us for the rest of our lives. I love you, and we’re going to figure this out, together. That’s what it means to have a Mate; supporting and being there for them when everything is going right, and being there when they’re hurting and loving them nonetheless. Because I’ll always love you, no matter what.”
Drabbles:
Tell me that you need me 💋
Vampire AU
I’m not buying IKEA furniture again 💞
Slice of Life AU
Short Stories:
Otherworldly Lovin’ 💋
6k
Alien AU
Overview: Not only did he crash land into your yard, but he also crashed right into your heart...among other places.
Series:
Knowing You 💞 🌩
Late Night Bus Rides - A Missed Stop
Idol AU
Unrequited Love AU
Completed
Overview: You and Taehyung were best friends, feelings grew, and even when he went off to become an Idol, you thought nothing would ever change your friendship. But then life came knocking.
Running Wild 🌩💞💋
Book 5 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe
Hybrid AU
Overview: TBW
Sneak Peak: “I’ve always been told that I was runner. So I ran. From everything that was possible to run away from. With you, for the first time all I want to do is stay.”
Drabbles:
I lost our baby 💞
Slice of Life AU
Overview: Jungkook looses more than a game of hide and seek.
The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids 💞
Overview: Jungkook has an unlikely helper when trying to impress you.
Short Stories:
The Coffee Lounge 💞
6k
College AU
Overview: Jungkook has had a crush on you since the semester started, and when he informs you about an essay that you knew nothing about and is due the next morning, he jumps at the chance to help you out with it. What he doesn’t realize, is that you share the same feelings for him.
Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass! 🌩
1k
Idol AU
Overview: All he wanted to do was surprise you, but when he arrives at your place, Jungkook realizes just how much work has interfered with his relationship with you.
One on One 💞
3k
Boxer AU
College AU
Overview: He was a boxer, and you were a student. Two separate lives and yet, you were the one putting him back together.
Consequences 💞 🌩
6k
College AU
Forbidden Love AU
Overview: You had dated one of his best friends - someone Jungkook considered to be an older brother - and even though were single and he never once stopped loving you, dating was an impossible option. The consequences of dating an ex of the leader? Life threatening.
Series:
Mistaken Identity 🌩 💋 💞
Book 6 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe
Hybrid AU
Overview: TBW
Sneak Peak: “I got sick of them calling me something that I’m not, that I pushed myself to prove to them who I really am. But without you, I’m right back where I started. Lost and incomplete.”
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