#they both fly like they wanna kill everyone on board and themselves

[melinavostokoffkisser]

No but can't we talk about how Bo was really whipping that hoe. Her and Anakin woulda got along so well. They both insane

Gif from @ladyzirkonia

[awritingcaitlin]

Find the Word

I was tagged by @mjjune for the words heart, pulse, hair, sigh, gasp

And again, since I love these things, I could not resist. Have some snippets from The Brewing War.

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Heart

She found them. Two Nidtrins up the street. Both women wore blouses cropped to show their navels and a generous amount of chest with tight pants to emphasize the curves of their legs.

Riela swallowed and told herself it was mid-morning and there probably wouldn’t be an altercation of any sorts. Her heart pounded all the same.

She looked for a means to avoid the pair. Unfortunately, there weren’t any places to turn and not look out of place. The little alleys in between the shops weren’t places two shoppers would go under normal circumstances. The next road was beyond the Nidtrins.

As it was, with Riela and Janna stopped as they were, they’d draw attention sooner or later.

“Come on,” Riela whispered. “Let’s see if we can get past them without them saying anything to us.”

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Pulse

Janna’s body went rigid, then her eyes flew open. Mica grinned.

“Breathing, good,” she reported. “Pulse, a little higher than normal. You’ll wanna stay away from caffeine for the next day. Unless of course you get knocked unconscious again. But, most importantly, how do you feel?”

“What…?” Janna gasped.

“Oh, gave you a stimulant to wake you up,” Mica shrugged. “Nothing too fancy like theramancy or anything. You should drink some water.”

“Here,” Adrian said, grabbing a glass off a table. Janna took it and sipped.

“You keep those things on hand?” Adler asked.

“Well, duh!” Mica replied. “The pirates would get themselves injured all the time. And lemme tell you! If we’re in a boarding party and one of them falls unconscious, we gotta make sure everyone stays awake enough to keep their butts on the ship. Honestly, I’ve seen loads of head injuries: boarding parties, random fights, times they didn’t listen to me in the engine room!”

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Hair

On her way to the kitchen, Riela noticed a pair of Nidtrins strut into the Tom. The cleric’s black hair cascaded down her back. She had a huge ruby at her throat and was wearing the Nidtrin-usual cropped blouse. Her pointed ears had black tattoos spiraling up them, looking like earrings. Her bodyguard had stick-straight blonde hair and bandages around one arm. Riela wondered if they were covering wounds or tattoos.

They sat at one of Sean’s tables and Riela left them alone.

“Nidtrins,” Riela whispered to Nathaniel as she picked up orders.

He nodded curtly.

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Gasp

“The Berthan Army will be here soon,” Captain Cherrybrick added as the car continued to rock and shudder. “This vehicle is spelled and well-armored. We can wait it out.”

The words hardly left Captain Cherrybrick’s mouth when the crowd suddenly parted and a crazed man stepped forward-flanked by a pale woman in a crop-top on his left and a large man with a belt-fed machine gun on his right. The woman pointed at the car and the crazed man drew power into his hands and flung a ball of white, crackling lightning at the car. The searing spell struck the car and the interplay of energies made the hairs on Rinnie’s arms stand up. The air smelled of ozone. With a painfully loud pop, the protective spells on the car’s armor gave way and broke.

Rinnie gasped. Actual fear rose in her chest. Ilani didn’t move.

The man with the machine gun leveled his weapon and opened up with a chattering, sustained burst, killing many of the protestors who had been shaking the car. The windshield held for a moment under the impacts and then broke, filling the cab with flying glass and the driver’s blood. The machine-gunner stopped firing; his barrel glowed red-hot.

“Shendrich!” Cherrybrick roared. “We need to move before he reloads or that fucking mage recovers enough for another spell!”

Rinnie felt herself get dragged out of the car.

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Sigh

“Fuck,” he breathed. Using his other hand, he peeled the fingers back one-by-one, having no idea what to do with the giant ring on his finger, and looked at the blue translucent fluid in the thick vial. It was all there.

What was it? He couldn’t remember. Still, he let out a sigh of relief without knowing why and set the vial in his lap. He examined it while massaging his hand.

“What is this?” he asked.

“We don’t know, Sir,” Adler replied. “You specifically were sent here to get it. So it must be important.”

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Tagging @bebewrites, @tananaphone, @carrotblr, @legiomiam, and @jediqueen95 for the words: find, breathe, back, wait, hand

[rodneymckays]

stargate episodes that should have been, part 20: an alternate reality episode where cam went to atlantis and sheppard joined sg-1. in this universe cam wasn’t injured in antarctica and i think that he is the kind of guy who would go to another galaxy for fun and also because he has to do the Best thing he can possibly do and that’s going to another galaxy. sheppard for whatever reason didn’t sit in the chair but did still fly jack down to antarctica so when they’re looking for sg-1’s fourth jack is like “well there’s this guy i met who kinda reminds me of me except he likes antarctica for some reason” so he becomes sg-1’s fourth under sam’s command. i think at first that would cause issues because of his problems with following orders + sam is new to her command and feeling somewhat insecure about it BUT these issues aren’t with sheppard disobeying sam’s orders they’re just sam worrying that he will. because sheppard only disobeys orders that he sees as bad and from what i remember of s4 + his personality in general he really respects sam. anyways this is actually a 3-parter because you have the sg-1 episode where our sg-1 meets the other sg-1, the atlantis episode where our atlantis people meet the other atlantis people, and then the crossover where they all meet one another because you can’t have the sheppards and the cams not meet themselves. i have no idea where in the timeline it is beyond “not season 4” because there are inconsistencies, but whatever. it’s also very long so i am using paragraph breaks for once!! also i will be putting a 1 after the duplicates from the show universe and a 2 after the duplicates from the au for clarity. (everyone without a number is the only one of themselves present and is from the au). also i definitely got carried away and this is too much plot and not enough character interaction even though i originally thought this one up for the character interactions, oops.

EPISODE 1: SG-1. somehow, our sg-1(1) is pulled through to this other reality. something to do with ba’al messing with some ancient tech in the other reality. the sg-1(2) of that reality, led by sam2 and featuring a major sheppard2, has snuck onto the ha’tak ba’al is using as his base of operations. they run into our sg-1(1) and there’s some spider-man pointing meme and then sam1 and sam2 start discussing how this could have happened while the valas compliment each other’s hair and cam1 and sheppard2 go “wait but you’re supposed to be in atlantis” “no, YOU’RE supposed to be in atlantis.” eventually we find out that ba’al is using ancient tech to develop a hyperdrive capable of traveling between galaxies, which the goa’uld don’t have. his test destination is the pegasus galaxy because he figures that if it works for one jump but then fails, then he can just turn up at atlantis and ask the tau’ri for help again after threatening them lightly to save face. obviously the humans don’t want ba’al going to pegasus, because we like our villains to stay confined to just one galaxy, and also if his hyperdrive works then he could destroy atlantis or ally himself with the wraith or be defeated by the wraith and have his ship captured and now the wraith have an intergalactic hyperdrive or—well, there’s lots of ways it could go wrong, and sg-1(1) gets the point that they need to help sg-1(2) stop ba’al. they spend much of the episode tracking ba’al and sneaking around the ship, until they finally corner ba’al in the engine room and teal’c2 shoots him. unfortunately, they enter hyperspace almost immediately after this, and are captured by… another ba’al. END.

EPISODE 2: ATLANTIS. somehow, our atlantis team1 is pulled through to this other reality. something to do with mckay2 and zelenka messing with some ancient tech in the other reality. our atlantis team1 is quickly locked in interrogation rooms because who are they and why is major sheppard with them instead of colonel mitchell? this tips off mckay1 to the fact that they’re now in an alternate reality. fortunately mckay2 and zelenka have already reached this conclusion and they’re let out of the interrogation rooms just in time for news to reach atlantis that a ha’tak has arrived in pegasus. (and also before ronon1 and ronon2 start fighting instead of just glaring menacingly at one another, because who thought it was a good idea to have ronon2 interrogate ronon1. he didn’t even ask any questions.) alternate weir decides to send the atlantis team2 in to investigate but mckay2 is like “i’ll need someone to help me with the goa’uld tech, we’ll take zelenka” but zelenka is immediately like “no?? there’s another you here. take him. i don’t like leaving the city” so it’s decided that both mckays will go, and you can’t send mckay1 without the rest of his team so EVERYONE is going. they take two jumpers because mitchell2 and sheppard1 both want to fly the jumper. when they arrive through the space gate that the ha’tak is near, they see a badly damaged wraith hive with no life signs. the ha’tak has also taken some damage, but much less, and they’re able to fly through a hole in the hull to board. they detect minimal life signs: two on the bridge, eleven in the cells, and a few others scattered around that must be ba’al’s jaffa. the group decides to split up; they toss a coin and mitchell’s team2 goes to the bridge while sheppard’s team1 goes to the cells. when sheppard’s team1 arrives at the cells, they find them unguarded but locked. mckay1 cracks the lock and we see the cell doors slide open. cut to the bridge. when mitchell’s team2 arrives, they see one of the dots on the life signs detector begin to fade. mckay2 gets the door open just in time to see ba’al collapse to the floor, having been fed on by a wraith. END.

EPISODE 3: CROSSOVER. what the hell, ba’al is in a wraith now. (i’ve always wondered about what would happen if the goa’uld met the wraith; would they fight and if so who would win? or would a goa’uld take a wraith as a host? is that even possible? i say yes because it’s Fun.) the symbiote entered the wraith and then promptly fed on his former host because he was hungry. this is obviously Terrible News because the wraith are bad enough but tbh they’re not very smart. ba’al is. mitchell’s atlantis team2 all point their weapons at him and radio sheppard’s atlantis team1 to let them know there’s now a goa’uld with a wraith host. sheppard1 responds and says “ok, we’ll we’ve got two sg-1s here. and also todd” to which mitchell2 replies “who the hell is todd?” (“pale skin, long hair, likes to suck your soul out with his hand but makes it weird by returning your soul ten minutes later?” “oh you mean casper.” “what the hell kind of a name is casper?” “what the hell kind of a name is todd?!”) we find out that “casper”, who is of course alternate todd but was named casper by mitchell2, was on the hive ba’al disabled. he and one other wraith were taken aboard the ha’tak, and he was put in the cell for later in case the first implantation of a wraith didn’t work. he’s willing to help everyone defeat wraith ba’al, because goa’ulds taking wraith as hosts is bad for the wraith too. so they do some stuff, and with much difficulty, kill wraith ba’al. it’s harder than killing a normal wraith because he has the goa’uld regenerative ability, and also he keeps feeding on his jaffa to recover after being shot. eventually they manage to trick him into a set of rings and space him. then they have to decide what to do with the ha’tak. casper wants it for himself because of the intergalactic hyperdrive and turns on them. they manage to activate the self destruct and flee back to the jumpers. they believe that casper is destroyed in the self destruct, but he survives somehow. the rest of the episode is the sams, mckays, and zelenka trying to figure out how to send sg-1(1) and the atlantis team1 home. we also get a few character moments between everyone and their counterparts: cam2 and both sheppards discuss puddlejumpers while cam1 is sad because he doesn’t have the gene and never received gene therapy so he can’t fly a puddlejumper. they break into medical to convince beckett to give cam1 the gene therapy; they’re pretty sure it’ll work on him since it worked on cam2. it does, and the cams and the sheppards immediately have a race to the mainland and back. (the sheppards win, but it’s close, and the cams try to blame it on the fact that cam1 has never flown a jumper before while everyone else has.) the daniels go to the library together and share their knowledge about the ancients and the ori; mostly they know the same stuff but they do both learn a few new things. the ronons fight one another. it’s a draw. the teylas and the teal’cs watch the ronons fight, and then meditate. the valas flit between each of the groups and compare their versions of everyone. vala1 ends up in weir’s office and bugs her with a bunch of questions until weir actually puts down her work and just Hangs Out. vala2 ends up with the cams and the sheppards because she’s absolutely best buds with sheppard2 and desperately wants to meet sheppard1. anyways after everyone hangs out for awhile they go home and it’s a very :) ending, which is what they need after All That.

i like this character swap idea a lot because after watching the pegasus project i was kinda chomping at the bit for more character interaction between sheppard and the rest of sg-1. particularly vala. more after the cut cause i wanna yell about all the other stuff i love about this!!

i also like the idea of sheppard not being in the team leader position. it makes me wonder what him following orders offworld, particularly sam’s, would look like. i don’t remember him and sam butting heads over command decisions in quite the same way him and elizabeth did at the start (sheppard wanting to go go go, make slapdash decisions, usually in an effort to help people, altho sometimes misguided, particularly in hot zone, vs elizabeth who was often looking towards a less militaristic approach, i.e not trading explosives to the genii, not torturing a POW etc. and who took her time making decisions). but then again, both sam and john are military. so, it’d be interesting to see how sam manages him along with the rest of the team. also, since hes not in a leadership position (no ones counting on him to keep the team together), would he be even more gungho about the self-sacrifice play? or just the same as ever? anyway, enough about john (once i start, i can’t stop, it seems), let’s get into the episodes!!

Episode 1:

“if it works for one jump but then fails, then he can just turn up at atlantis and ask the tau’ri for help again after threatening them lightly to save face.” LMAO truly ba’al’s modus operandi.

and the wraith potentially stealing hyperdrive technology is DEFINITELY something sg teams of all universes and galaxies should team up to put a stop to. a whole new galaxy to feed on?? not to mention earth??? NOT GREAT. the situation definitely calls for earth’s mightiest heroes squared.

also i appreciate a good sneak on an alien ship. especially times 2. and who would partner with who?? so many fun character combos!

Episode 2:

LMFAO OKAY. ronon vs ronon is such a ronon thing that i laughed out loud. both of them would definitely wanna know which one was tougher. also. also. i would love for zelenka and mckay1 to have a science twin moment and mckay2 to get all proprietary and be like “get ur own!”

i can’t imagine rodney would get along all that well with himself so its a good thing the rest of the teams will be there to run interference. and be separated on the ride there bahaha. cam and sheppard would totally fight over who gets to fly the cool spaceship (the teylas look at each other with raised eyebrows of sympathy and respect. both teams require them to pull on their reserves of infinite patience).

OOOO and ending on a CLIFFHANGER and INTRIGUE, QUICKLY, to the next episode!

Episode 3:

u kno, i was thinking earlier, after reading the first episode, what would an interaction between goa’uld and wraith look like? my immediate thought was, they are either gonna join forces to crush the stupid humans or fight because the goa’uld kinda need those humans for indentured servitude and, u kno, living. or, u kno, they would fight just because their ginormous egos clashed. but NEVER did the thought occur to me that a goa’uld might take a wraith as its host for its superior genetic makeup over humans (super strength, jedi mind tricks, telepathy etc.) and this is why ur brain is amazing. and a smart, conniving creature in control of a wraith body…spells trouble. and i didn’t even consider the double healing factor which would make any wraith on par with an uber wraith (that i dont remember ever seeing after the defiant one lol).

also cam naming his todd casper means everything to me. his ability to drop movie/pop culture references no one gets/appreciates is extremely endearing.

another amazing thing about this; sam actually gets to science with mckay and zelenka FOR ONCE. i’m really sad we were deprived this in season 4, like i get sam was the leader of the expedition in that season, and it wasn’t her job to be doing science/where is the time, but u can’t take the science out of the girl, no sir. i just wanted the beautiful mind children to be techno babbling it up, all with a begrudging respect for one another, as everyone stares in awe and confusion.

and cam gets to fly cool spaceships!!!! for leisure! with no one threatening his life! he did not get to do enough flying imo. and the teyla’s definitely deserve meditation time after dealing with double of their rambunctious team. and YES elizabeth deserves to have fUN. vala is the best person to help her with that. and vala and sheppard!!!! being buds!!! ALL I HAVE EVERY WANTED FROM STARGATE! what a fantastic ending to a wonderful series of episodes.

[5csbin]

HAUNTED HOUSE !

HALLOWEEN TXT EDITION!

txt x neutral reader !

WARNING !: cursing! knifes! haunted house! JYP AND 6IX9INE!

a very crack and dumb one shot i made.

“MANE IF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP!” taehyun shouted as they were walking up to the line since everyone began to nag.

"this is why i wanted to go trick or treating instead." beomgyu pouted and folded his arms as he and the rest of the group waited in line to go inside of the haunted house.

well it was more like a haunted barn, where they would all get on a hayride and be driven throughout the barn and be spooked supposedly. "trick or treating?? how old are you again?" kai mocked him,

"no offense but i'm starting to think you were right when you said beomgyu was still mentally 9 years old because.. this is starting to get worrying. what 19 year old is trying go trick or treating?" yeonjun added in agreement, while taehyun shot him a dirty look for throwing shade at his best friend.

beomgyu’s first instinct was to scoot closer to (y/n), but he then fired off a clapback of his own. "the only thing that's worrying is that wig you're wearing, who the fuck are you even supposed to be? lord farquad on crack?" gyu fired back at yeonjun, who was now touching the short black bob on top of his head.

soobin couldn't help but laugh, even though it was his own boyfr- bestfriend getting flamed and soon, everybody else in the group let out laughter at gyu’s clapback. even taehyun, who couldn't stand beomgyu, was practically crying laughing at what was said.

"actually, i'm supposed to be dora," yeonjun replied, gesturing to his pink t shirt and bright orange jeans. "and soobin is.. well diego." he pulled soobin closer to him after saying that and kissed his forehead, before ruffling his blueberry curls a little.

"wait.. ain't dora and diego supposed to be cousins?" taehyun asked, his mouth curling in disgust, "i don't think that's positive..." kai added.

“cousin lovers.” (y/n) said making yeonjun smack their arm.

it was a wonder how they didn't annoy the others waiting in line for their ride, since they would fight every second. meanwhile as the group turn drew closer and closer, beomgyu found himself regretting agreeing to come here.

it was weird.. he loved horror movies, but he despised haunted houses because even though both were fake events, being in a haunted house was just so up close and personal you know?

if it wasn't for it being (y/n)'s birthday (lets just pretend ur birthday was on halloween.) beomgyu wouldn't have came, and he would have probably just stayed at home and took pictures of his costume for instagram before going over to hyunjin’s to watch scary movies.

(y/n) noticed that beomgyu looked uncomfortable amongst all of the roasts and jokes flying amongst the group and they decided to ask what was wrong.

"gyu, why do you look so sad? being sad is my job," (y/n) asked as the group continued to move up in the line. "i'm not sad," beomgyu answered. "i'm just nervous, i don't like haunted houses.. i had a really bad panic attack the last time i went to one, and i don't wanna have one and ruin your birthday or anything.. i probably should have just stayed my ass home."

"nah, you not going to ruin my birthday, you're my friend and i care about you... it won't be that scary, it's literally a haunted barn. you know what barns have? cows and chickens. now who's scared of cows and chickens? nobody. except blades of grass."

the little pep talk made gyu feel slightly calmer. "thanks," he replied, fumbling with the thick leather choker around his neck. "your costume is really cute by the way. i like the face paint."

"thanks, it was kai’s idea actually," they responded with a chipper edge to their voice. (y/n)' costume consisted of a sweatshirt and sweatpants with a skeleton printed on the front, and his face was made up to look like a skull.

after beomgyu was calm, he found himself overhearing a conversation between hueningkai, taehyun, and his knives.

"no tae, you can't bring your knives in here with you," hyuka shook his head as taehyun kept asking if he could run back to the car real quick and grab his knives "cmon kai, just in case a demon wanna try some shit"

"well.. can i get my ouija board?" tyun asked, his lips twisting into a devious smile. "i just wanna talk to the demons, it's halloween, and if it's any day i should be allowed to do this, it's today."

"ain't there no demons.. this is a barn. you wanna talk to demonic horses and shit?" yeonjun pokes in the conversation and raised an eyebrow.

"yes? of course i do, the fuck do you think i am?" taehyun whined, pointing to the devil horns on top of his head as the group finally made it to the front of the line and were waiting for the tractor to come back so that they could get on the hayride.

finally, after they all stood around and handed in their tickets to the clerk in front of the line, their tractor was ready, pulling along the hay covered cart as it came to a stop in front of the barn entrance, waiting for the group to board it.

"wait, hay? y'all ain't say there was going to be hay..." soobin complained, his skin already itching just by looking at all that hay. "y'all do know i'm allergic to hay right?"

"bitchhh, we been said it was a hayride involved," hueningkai snapped, "what you done caught the (y/n) disease where you forget everything every minutes or what?"

"aye i don't forget everything, i just be high," (y/n) cut in as they handed in their tickets to the clerk. "and i'm allergic to hay!" soobin cried out, scratching his forearm.

soobin actually is allergic to hay, but it wasn't something severe, he just got irritated by it and it caused his skin to rash up, not like his skin didn't already look as if it was full of rashes.

(that not true btw)

"oh well," hueningkai replied in a deadpan tone, shrugging. "guess you'll just die then."

after they've all handed in their tickets, everyone began to board the hay filled cart, with everyone obviously choosing to be closest to their besties.

when they got onto the cart. soobin was snuggled up to yeonjun, playing with his diego the explore backpack trying to ignore the itchy feeling the hay gave him.taehyun was resting his head on (y/n)’s shoulder, whining about his knifes, beomgyu was clinging onto kai for dear life, because he was still scared after all.

"i better not hear none of y'all screaming like no pussies after we get in here," yeonjun started after the tractor began to start up and drive them into the dark, cool barn. "how y'all gon be scared of demons when i'm taehyun a whole demon. y'all scared of him now?"

"actually, yes, i'm scared of him just a little bit," beomgyu answered, his tone groggy.

"considering he tried to kill me on multiple occasions and almost succeeded, yes yeonjun, i'm scared of taehyun and he make me fear for my life." soobin added on, slightly flinching at just saying the word taehyun.

"that was before i became positive," taehyun suddenly flashed soobin and beomgyu a toothy smile, "just like i'm positive that none of these demons or zombies or whatever the fuck is in this barn is gon' do shit to us."

"tae if you don't shut your ass up, there’s no demons in here, nor is there any zombies, they are paid actors. you wish you was in a horror movie so bad," hueningkai cut in, once again ruining tyun’s fun.

as of right now, nothing scary was going on. just the typical music playing throughout the barn, random screams, and plastic skeletons appearing out of nowhere. shit that made little kids be scared of, but anyone else wouldn't be phased. not even beomgyu was phased by what was going on, and he was the main one who was scared to come along.

but then.. things started to get more spooky. the people who were sitting on the edge would start to get grabbed and poked without warning, and people would come up on side of the cart out of nowhere and scream or otherwise bring attention to themselves, which would catch them off guard obviously, but shit like that was to be expected at a haunted house.. or in this case a haunted barn.

but soon though, things began to get downright creepy.

as they were sitting in the cart, slightly startled and caught off guard by the jumpscares, but not too shaken up, not even beomgyu was that scared, as he made sure to sit in the middle of the cart to avoid being randomly grabbed or touched by these strangers in costume, and it was just amusing to people like taehyun or (y/n), they weren't prepared for what started to happen next.

soon the music that sounded as if it was from a demonic nursery cut out mid note, and it was replaced by an old, gravely sounding voice that began to sing happy birthday very terribly and off key.

and they thought this was creepy, considering it was gus' birthday, but they considered it was a coincidence. "damn (n/n), they singing happy birthday to you, that's wild," yeonjun noticed, laughing at the 'coincidence'.

"see, i told y'all they’re really a skeleton, how else would they know that we're here for their birthday, hmm?" beomgyu added matter of factly causing the others to let out laughter.

so even though it was somewhat unsettling, it didn't become horrifying until the voice replaced "happy birthday to you," with "happy birthday (y/n)."

the place then became a chorus of "did yall hear that shit?" and "yeo what the fuck?!" after they noticed that, with (y/n) in particular being especially shook that there seemed to be a demon singing specifically to them, and their eyes went wide as the voice continued to serenade them, albeit poorly.

"see, this ain't it no more." soobin announced and hueningkai nodded in agreement. "h-how do they know it's (n/n)' birthday? much less who (y/n) is?" beomgyu asked as he held onto (y/n) even tighter than he was before. "i'm scared now."

"that's what we all want to know," yeonjun answered before reaching up to adjust his wig, before feeling nothing but his real hair tied back. he knew his wig didn't fall off or get snatched off, he had it secured with bobby pins, because it was one of his mother's wigs and he didn't want to lose it, but it had just completely disappeared.

"uh...my wig is gone," yeonjun announced and soobin just nodded. "same."

"no i mean it's for real gone... my dora or lord farquaad or whatever the fuck wig i was wearing earlier just.. disappeared into thin air." yeonjun continued to explain as he continued to search the surrounding area for it, just in case it fell out of his head but it was actually gone.

"see, i told y'all asses there were demons in here, but y'all didn’t wanna listen now y'all getting your shit taken, and demons are singing happy birthday to (y/n) and shit, and now y'all shocked," taehyun added with a huff.

"tyun, ain't no demons in here. if there were demons in here, they would do a lot worse than steal hats and wigs and sing happy birthday, believe that. they'd be torturing us psychologically, and- wait, where the fuck is my sheep hat?" hueningkai touched the top of his head, where his costume top was missing from, and now he was heated.

"yeah, we gotta get outta here."

more shit like that continued to happen with the voice continuing to reference them by name, and reference stuff that only people that know them would know, like soobin almost running someone over once, or yeonjun’s furry suit,and then, near the end of the ride, it all came together in the worst possible way.

a single echoing voice with a thick new york accent screaming "SCUUUUM GANGGGG!" followed by a laugh in the distance that sounded a lot like jyp’s laugh.

and in that moment, all of them literally hopped off of the cart and ran towards the exit.

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 87.3

Awkwardness abounds as Squee and Johnny and Devi spend time with their younger selves.

AU is Johnny the Recovering Maniac by the marvellous @devnny Check them out! 

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Lost in the Multiverse Part 3

           Squee scrambles backwards, tripping over the edge of the crater he created when he crashed into the ground. As his head hits the dirt, he spots the large, purple rift hanging in the sky and stares at it with surprise.

           “Okay,” he breathes and sits up. The young Todd Casil stands on the other side of the crater, clutching his Shmee and staring at Squee with wide eyes.

           “O…kay…” Squee grunts and stands up, looking around. He’s on Grave Road. If it wasn’t for his younger self standing a couple feet away, he would almost believe he didn’t go anywhere. But he starts spotting small differences. Johnny’s house doesn’t have any glass in the boarded windows; the house that Colton’s family would be living in doesn’t have any of the flowers his mother plants. Instead it would be Todd’s family there now.

           “Okay,” Squee says a third time. “So I’m in…the past? But where is everyone else?”

           He looks at Johnny’s house. It looks dark and quiet and his car isn’t parked on the street. He hesitates for a second before crossing the yards and knocking on the front door. There’s no answer.

           “Hm,” Squee hums and scratches his head, wondering what he should do, when a shiver runs up his spine. He looks up at the rift in the sky just in time to see a bunch of figures flying out. Two of them head right for him.

           A pair of demons land on the ground between Squee and Todd. Their bodies are mostly human, but they have wings, tails, horns, and claws. They chortle excitedly as they glare at Squee and he flinches back.

           Todd squeaks fearfully and one of the demons turns towards him, licking his fangs. Squee scowls and draws his knives.

           He strikes first, startling the other demon as he charges. He barely dodges Squee’s swinging knife, the blade just grazing his nose.

           The first demon turns his attention away from Todd as his partner stumbles back. But before he can react, Squee drives his knife into the demon’s ribs.

           The demon roars in pain and tries to swipe at Squee with his claws. He lets go of his knife, leaving it in the demon’s chest, and jumps back to dodge.

           The other demon charges in and swings at Squee. He sidesteps it and swings his other knife, slicing the demon straight up the chest. As his blood sprays out, the demon chokes and falls backwards.

           The first demon rushes Squee and swings at him furiously with both claws. Squee dodges each strike and lifts his knife. The demon slices his hand on the blade, ceasing his attack, then Squee swings and slices open his throat. The demon collapses next to his partner.

           Squee pants as he removes his other knife from the demon’s chest, then wipes both blades off on their clothes. As he sheathes them, he spots Todd staring at him with a mix of fear and awe, and he suddenly feels very bashful.

           “Um,” he croaks, rubbing the back of his head, then clears his throat. “Are you…okay?”

           Todd nods wordlessly.

           “Good,” Squee nods and glances at Johnny’s house. “Um…where’s your neighbor?”

           “He…moved away,” Todd replies.

           “He did?”

           “I think so? At least for a little while. He said he’s staying with a friend; a girl, with purple pigtails.”

           “Devi?” Squee questions. “They’re living together? That’s…different. I wonder if she’s in the same place.”

           “Um…” Todd squeaks and carefully approaches Squee. “Are you…me?”

           Squee smiles awkwardly. “I think so.”

           He stares up at him with wonderstruck eyes and Squee looks away uncomfortably.

           “Um, I gotta go,” he says as he steps back and nearly trips on one of the demon’s bodies. He looks at them, then the rift in the sky, then back at Todd. “Uh…do you…wanna come?”

           Todd looks at the demon bodies, then at Shmee, then back at Squee and nods. “Shmee says you’re safe.”

           “He does, huh?” Squee grins and pats the bear’s head. Physically, he looks like a smiling teddy bear. But he can feel Shmee’s presence inside. And he smiles. “Okay, let’s go.”

           “Where’s your Shmee?” Todd asks as they walk down the street.

           “He’s back home,” Squee replies, “at least, I think he is. I’m not really sure. But I hope he’s enjoying himself.”

           “So where are we going?”

           “To find my friends. I think I know where to look.”

           Meanwhile, Johnny and Devi make their way through younger!Devi’s apartment building, younger!Devi, younger!Tenna, and younger!Johnny at their heels. As they go up the stairs, Johnny glances back at them, unnerved.

           “So, this can’t be like our direct past, right?” he questions, “cause I’m like eighty percent certain we never lived together. Also, there’s no fucking way I’d let you put a leash on me.”

           “Hey! It’s for his own good!” younger!Devi snaps, tugging on the leash that she has around younger!Johnny’s neck as he looks at her awkwardly. Johnny just scowls with discomfort.

           “I don’t know,” Devi replies, “are there like multiple pasts?”

           “I don’t fucking know,” Johnny grunts.

           They arrive at younger!Devi’s apartment and she lets them all in. It looks about the same as Devi’s apartment, but with more drawing stuff cluttering the coffee table and couch.

           Younger!Devi removes younger!Johnny’s leash and heads deeper into the apartment. As Devi and Johnny look around, they find themselves standing next to younger!Johnny. Both Johnnys flinch away from each other in disgust and younger!Johnny follows younger!Devi while Johnny moves over to the other side of Devi.

           “I hate this,” he growls, “I had a hard enough time learning to tolerate my physical being. Now there’s another one and on top of being another me, he’s a younger version, which just serves as a reminder of my…worser days.”

           “He seems to be doing okay,” Devi remarks as she watches younger!Johnny hang around younger!Devi in the kitchen. “Kinda…clingy though.”

           “And how are you doing?” Johnny asks.

           “Huh? Oh, well, you know, I mean…” she stammers awkwardly. “It’s…definitely weird. But I’m okay. I mean, who cares that she’s a few years younger than me and I clearly haven’t progressed at all in my art career. I’m still working at it. And that takes time, right? So…so yeah. I’m okay.”

           Johnny watches her worriedly as she looks away, rubbing the back of her neck.

           “My hair looks good though,” she comments.

           Johnny cracks a grin. “Yeah, it does.”            “Thanks.”

           On top of just looking a bit older, there a few more differences between the two pairs of Johnny and Devi. Devi’s hair is the most noticeable. Younger!Devi still has purple pigtails, while the older Devi has her natural black colour and wears it down, with one side cut shorter than the other. Johnny’s hair is scruffier than younger!Johnny’s and he seems less volatile but somehow more grumpy.

           The biggest difference however is how the two of them act together. While younger!Devi and younger!Johnny are comfortable around each other, they still seem very aware of each other’s presences. For Johnny and Devi, it’s the exact opposite. They’re standing much closer together, in each other’s space and brushing up against each other without even noticing.

           These are all things younger!Tenna notices as she observes the older pair from the couch.

           “Are you two dating?” she asks.

           “What!” Johnny and Devi exclaim in shock.

           “I just thought because it looks like you spend a lot of time together,” she clarifies.

           “Well…we do…but we’re not-we never-it’s not like that-,” they both stammer awkwardly. Then they stop as they realize how close they’re standing, and they step apart.

           “Um, okay,” younger!Devi says, mercifully interrupting the awkward situation as she walks in carrying a plate of crackers and cheese and a bag of chips while younger!Johnny carries two glasses of soda. They rest them on the coffee table. “I don’t have much food to offer but uh help yourself.”

           “Wow, younger!Devi’s a better host than you are,” Johnny comments as he sits on the floor by the table and takes a glass.

           “Fuck off,” Devi grunts as she follows suit.

           They also bicker like siblings or an old married couple, younger!Tenna observes.

           “So,” younger!Johnny says as he and younger!Devi sit on the couch. “Are you two just gonna…stay here…?”

           Johnny and Devi glance at him then look at each other questionably.

           “You’re the one who wanted to guard them,” Johnny points out.

         “Yeah, because it wouldn’t be fair if those demon fucks killed them because they’re after us,” Devi retorts, “but, I don’t know. I don’t know where the others are. Should we look for them?”

           “Where would we start?” Johnny shrugs.

           “Then maybe it would be better if we stayed here, at least for the night,” she muses, “maybe they’ll come looking for us. Then it’d be better to stay in one place.”

           “So you’re gonna stay the night?” younger!Johnny asks with obvious disgust.

           “I mean, if that’s okay,” Devi adds.

           “Well, you did save us,” younger!Devi says, “and I guess I can’t just kick you out since you’re…me. But I don’t know where you’ll sleep.”

           “I don’t need to sleep,” Johnny states.

           “Where do you sleep?” Devi asks younger!Johnny.

           “On the rare occasion I do, the couch,” he replies, “but you can have it.”

           “Thanks,” she smiles and younger!Johnny feels his cheeks flush.

           “So you two really live together?” Johnny questions.

           “It’s temporary,” younger!Devi replies.

           “How did that happen?”

           “I’m helping him recover.”

           “Huh. So kinda like what Squee did for me,” Johnny muses, “I’m surprised though that you’re so…forgiving.”

           “Yeah,” younger!Devi says, “it took a while for me to…get past all that. To be honest, I’m still not sure if I’m completely past it. But he did apologize.” She looks at younger!Johnny and smiles. “Which I appreciate.”

           Younger!Johnny smiles awkwardly and fidgets in his seat.

           “Hm,” Johnny grunts thoughtfully and glances at Devi. “Did I ever…apologize to you?”

           “Not in so many words,” she replies.

           He looks away, rubbing his head. “I’m sorry I tried to kill you.”            Devi smiles warmly and leans into him so their shoulders touch. “I know.”            Tenna glances between the pairs of Johnny and Devi. “Wow, I’ve never been a fifth wheel before.”

           Both pairs quickly look away and move away from each other, feeling very uncomfortable and aware. Awkwardness fills the air and Johnny grumbles, “I hate this.”

[jungnoir]

destiny | 08;

⇢ summary: you’re just about ready to give up on life altogether; your love life is in ruins, you’ve lost your job, and your family couldn’t care less about you… and then you meet your blushing guardian angel, and maybe life isn’t so bad after all.

⇢ relationship: jeon jungkook/reader, min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: supernatural, angel!au, demon!au, romance, thriller.

⇢ words: 7.5k words.

⇢ warnings: mentions of depression, violence, murder.

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a/n: lots of scenes now that we’ve got the whole cast introduced! I think I cleaned up everything I needed to... I hope I did, at least ;-;

“You’re taking your sweet time.”

Seokjin shivers at the sudden intrusion into his thoughts. How long had it been since he’d last spoken to him? Chancing a glance around the dark alley, he confirms it’s empty, no onlookers in sight. “It’s barely been a week.”

“And in that time, you’ve had several chances to complete your task, no? One very early on, if I recall.” God’s voice is mocking, if not irritated. 

Wincing, the angel curls further in on himself against the brick wall. It felt like he was perpetually stuck here, pacing outside Hell’s Kitchen with his tail between his legs as he plotted your demise. It was supposed to be quick, over with the night Jungkook had fallen, but he’d been cowardly, hesitant. God knew. He always knew. Now he paid the price.

“I’d assumed... there was no way I could’ve known that the fucking prince of Hell would be brought into this.”

“That’s why we strike when the iron is hot, child. Now you’ve just made it harder on everyone who will be affected by your mess. That poor human would have died like planned if you’d just done it then and there on the bridge, but you were weak. They would have never thought to align themselves so stupidly with evil if you hadn’t been a coward.”

He couldn’t have. How would that have been handled? Killing an angel in plain sight, perhaps in front of you if he was particularly cruel? The angels that would see, the whispers that would spread, there was no way- 

Of course—all of that—he knew.

It was part of the punishment, forcing him to deliberate every step he took next. To carry out this task alone, letting the shame fall on his shoulders alone, to shirk himself of his own most potent morals... all of it was for his amusement. He was turning him into the thing he despised the most. “I will handle it... I am handling it.”

God laughs, “By bringing someone else into it?” 

“You’ve given me no choice!” Seokjin’s voice rises before he can catch himself. Anger is seeping out of every pore. A few passing by the mouth of the alley startle, but see nothing. 

“You had a choice the day you defiled yourself with that demon scum. You betrayed me. It hurts me to hurt you, but you must know the severity of the pain you’ve caused me... the pain you’ve caused that boy. It’s evil. You must purge yourself of it. I’m giving you a chance because I love you-”

“I did what you asked.”

God’s voice vanishes from Seokjin’s head in an instant, cowering away into the darkness at the sound of the new angel’s voice. Quickly schooling his expression into indifference, the elder angel stands tall in front of the younger, “And?”

Jimin sighs, “You should give up. The demon is too intertwined now.”

“Did they suspect you?”

“No, not that I know of. I told them everything they needed to know.” Jimin looks around the alley with an uneasy look, “They’ve got someone else helping, too. The demons didn’t say much about them, but supposedly it’s a friend of the prince, someone who could take you down. That’s where Jungkook went with him earlier.” 

“I saw as much,” Seokjin swears under his breath, “and after he left, the demon trailed them back home. They’re making things messy.”

“Then give up.”

Faking a smile, Seokjin draws closer to the other angel until he’s practically mounting him. The air grows very tense between the two, “Give up? Now, where’s the fun in that, Jimin?”

Jimin keeps a guarded expression even as his hands shake, “You’re not God.”

I’d do a damn better job, Seokjin bitterly muses. What would’ve resulted in an immediate death for any other angel just leaves him with a sudden, annoying headache. “What else did you say to them?” He growls through gritted teeth.

“Are you going to do what I asked?” The smaller angel grabs Seokjin by the collar, a brave move on his own part, “You promised.”

In retaliation, Seokjin grabs Jimin by the shoulders and shoves him so far back that he stumbles to the ground with a thud. Quickly overtaking him, Seokjin straddles Jimin and yanks his head closer with a hand clenched about the back of his neck, “I’ll keep my side of the bargain if you keep yours. Remember, runt, I run shit around here. If anyone should be worried about following through with what they promised, it’s you.” Jimin’s eyes widen and spark with fear, setting something off in Seokjin that makes him jump off of him in an instant. The angel on the ground can only stare up at him in hopes that he could discern what the other would do next. “Find out who and where that friend is. Don’t get caught. God thanks you for your cooperation.”

To further drive home his intention, Seokjin raises a hand and sends the wounded angel flying into a wall, effectively cratering the brick. 

“Mook, come on,” the first grumble of a voice is heard throughout your home early that next morning, definitely not your own, “you can’t just- Mook!” The frustrated grumble rises an octave as the clatter of ceramic against ceramic calls you from the dregs of sleep. Eyes closed, you can sense the body moving in front of your window toward the unoccupied side of the bed. A dip in the mattress makes you roll more onto your side, lazily peeling your eyes open.

Jungkook is there, hair neatly combed and lying limply over his flushed features. There’s a tray in his hands (a tray you hadn’t seen since the last time you had entertained at your home, way back when Yongsun would bring a couple of her friends over for brunch to “get you socializing”) holding two mugs of something steaming; just by the smell alone, you can tell it’s tea. There’s also a plate separating them with a modest omelette in the middle too, and you aren’t sure if it’s his, yours, or... both.

Jungkook’s cute bunny teeth are revealed when his lips form a face splitting smile; he looks between the food he’s made and you with an expectant look, “Hungry?”

You stare at him blankly, tiredly for a little longer before rubbing your eyes with the backs of your hands. “Whatever that is,” you wince at the deepness in your voice, plagued with sleep, “smells really good.”

Jungkook beams with pride when your eyes flutter back open to examine him, “Thanks. Thought you might want something simple to start the day. I already ate some cereal that hadn’t expired.”

Ah. Your small fantasy of sharing an omelette with Jungkook in bed was quickly shot down and perhaps for good reason. Jungkook ate like a teenage boy who’d been starved on an abandoned island his whole life, and god forbid he tried to be playful and feed you! You’d burn up like a hot stove. 

Heh, “god forbid”.

“Shit, I forgot... I haven’t gone shopping for you or for food.” You look over the clothes that Jungkook had been wearing; he’d alternated between a few makeshift outfits of yours for the last two days, but you could only keep washing the same clothes over and over before it got tiring (and costly). He had virtually nothing of his own. No clothes besides the ones he’d fallen in, no personal belongings, nothing.

Jungkook was new to being a human, so thoughts of personal items probably hadn’t been on his mind. As an angel, things like showering, eating, sleeping, and the like had never been a requirement to stay alive. Now that he was human however, those human needs were becoming hard to ignore. Hunger pains after several hours of not eating would make him unnecessarily irritable, and he definitely disliked the smell that would begin to emit from his skin if he hadn’t washed in a while. Being a human was... incredibly burdensome.

You didn’t need to go over board; technically, the room down the hall could be his bedroom (as soon as you got around to tidying the rest of Youngho’s things you’d bought him that he’d respectfully left) and as a new human, he was going to be incredibly low maintenance. You doubted he’d want tens of pairs of shoes or designer accessories to match. It wasn’t even really just that; Jungkook was fairly simple in everything. He really was godsent.

“Whatever you wanna do,” Jungkook says, setting the tray between you two, “but we should be wary. We don’t know where Seokjin might be waiting to pop up from next. I want to be able to protect you... but I’m not used to the limitations of this body.”

Mook hops up into bed the next moment, her beady eyes observing the scene before settling herself next to you. You hadn’t spent much time with Mook since the Youngho incident, and you could tell from the way she rubbed against you that she was glad to have you back. You reach a hand to gently comb at the fur on her head before taking one mug from the tray. The aroma that hits you is a pleasant vanilla and white tea that instantly soothes your nerves at the mention of Seokjin. Taking a sip, you notice that he’s made it just the way you like it too. You guessed after watching you make it so many times, he’d gotten the hang of it.

You hum and settle back into your cushions, “Jungkook... I’m thankful you want to protect me, but I think you should be worried about yourself too. All these sensations are going to be new to you... this is a new life you’re going to live, if we live. Being human looks simple but compared to what you had going on before, it’s really not.”

Jungkook begins to protest, yet his halt is immediate. Who was he to say that you were being too worrisome? After all, you’d been the human this whole time. You had a better grasp on it than he did. Angels could watch from their perches in a world between human reality and the afterlife, but at least they were safe there. You, on the other hand, and the other billions like you were not so lucky.

And you were right. Being a human... it was terrifying.

Yoongi’s offer had bothered him all night long, and even now as he was getting used to these new urges and needs, he wasn’t subscribed to the idea of it lasting. Demons truly were closer to humans than angels, but demons were also closer to angels too. If he became a demon, he might feel more at home in his body- no, he couldn’t simply give up just because of bodily needs. He... he had to be stronger than that.

Being a demon meant he was stronger, possibly as strong as he was in angel form, and by extension it also meant that he could take care of you. As a demon, he was more apt to fight off any supernatural (or human) pests that dared to hurt you. As a demon, he also could form a connection to you that, while paling in comparison to his angelic one, would still be a hell of a lot stronger than his human one.

But as a human... he could die with you.

As a guardian angel, the worst part of being a guardian is the inevitable moment when your charge would have to move on to the afterlife. There were charges that would pass in their sleep peacefully, but then there were charges who would die in house fires, drown, be shot and killed in a robbery, be hit by a car on a night of sadness and impulse. He was told it’d get better the longer he lived. He didn’t believe it. He couldn’t. That’s why he was here, and that’s why you were now alive and suffering alongside him.

If he hadn’t done a thing, you’d be dead. A life of pain ended, but a life of happiness never found. It hurt him to think you’d never know a true lover’s touch or feel elated with the sun soaking into your skin. You would never know true happiness, and that’s what scared him about humans the most. He did not want that for you.

Maybe he was selfish. He might have tried to play God. Some grand plan aside however, your life meant more to him than that.

“...You’re right. I’ll take it easy, okay? Until I get the hang of it all, that is.” Jungkook gives you a patient smile despite the turmoil in his eyes, and that’s that on that.

You match his smile and take another sip of your tea at the same time an idea pops into your head. The outfit Jungkook had been stranded in was nothing special, which of course begged the question... what did he like to wear?

Jimin, from what you’d seen of him, dressed simple and stylishly, a contrast to Jungkook’s casual athletic clothes. You had assumed all angels had a standard issue outfit to wear, but now you weren’t so sure. “Where did you get your clothes, Jungkook?”

Jungkook glances down at the hoodie of yours that was just big enough to fit him and then back to you, “You mean the clothes I first appeared in? They’re kind of… a choice of ours, as angels. There are times when we may need to show ourselves to humans, and in those cases, we very well can’t walk around in ivory robes and sandals,” the image of Jungkook in such a getup makes a laugh tickle in your throat, “so we pick out human clothes that we feel we’d best blend in with. For guardians, they’re also something we believe our charges would find appealing.” It’s unsaid, but the way Jungkook’s eyes fix on you gives you the feeling that he was curious if you had found them appealing.

“Did you have different types of outfits for different situations?” You draw your knees to your chest as Mook gets bored of your petting and makes her way into Jungkook’s lap. 

He nods, “As an angel, my clothes were a glamour. I could change them at the snap of a finger, but once I became human, the clothes I’d been wearing became real and the only clothes I could keep. However, you’ll never find anything like them. No tags, no earthly material, stain-resistant. All the works.”

“Your only clothes, huh? Glad you didn’t have to save me at a swimming pool.” You snort.

“You wouldn’t have wanted to see that outfit? The board shorts were nicely fitting.” Jungkook even bothers to smirk, posing his hips toward you, and the image of a smirking Jungkook in nothing but shorts flashes in your mind’s imagination. Said imagination had always been terribly vivid and you physically jolt as the details appear in your mind. You were not about to think about Jungkook like… that. Right now.

You shake your head quickly, “I-I think I’m good.” The crack in your voice says otherwise. 

Jungkook probably would have teased you more had your phone not alerted you then. You blink, retrieving the phone from your nightstand to see who it had come from.

(1) Unread Message(s)

received: 9:31 a.m.

Min Yoongi (Boss): Forwarding your first paycheck to your account now. Don’t ask how.

“Wha...?” You look at the phone in disbelief, feeling Jungkook lean over your shoulder to peek at the screen too. You exit the message as soon as it registers and, sure enough, once you’ve pulled up your bank app, there is... $50,000 more in your account than there was yesterday. You almost drop your scalding hot tea all over your lap.

sent: 9:35 a.m.

you: I think you may have added a few too many zeroes??

received: 9:36 a.m.

Min Yoongi (Boss): Enjoy your day with lover boy, (Name). Emphasis on enjoy.

Min Yoongi (Boss): :)

You had a feeling if you tried to press the issue longer, Yoongi might actually block you.

Like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, the numbers in your bank account comforted you down to the core. Even in the midst of supernatural feuds centuries older than you, one of your biggest worries had been how you were ever going to pay your bills. Going from your job before to a waitress job practically spelled a major downsize for you until you could get back on your feet, and now that you had another mouth to feed, you had seriously feared that every meal would be your last.

Something told you this was only the tip of Yoongi’s generosity. After all, he was a demon prince. He didn’t run a bar to make a living, he ran a bar because he had the time. That’s why prices were so low when the quality was so high: money was no issue.

“I have to be honest, I never expected Satan’s spawn to be so... nice.” Jungkook comments, taking a sip from his own cup of tea, frowning when the liquid had since gone cold.

You look up from your phone dazed; if you still were convinced your life had turned a vivid hallucination, you now how had half a $100,000 in your bank account to say otherwise. “Me neither.” Is all you can muster, letting the phone drop to the covers in order to motivate you out of bed. Jungkook looks up at you, then forlornly at his omelette. “Heat it up again with your tea. I need a... cold shower.”

An hour later, Jungkook is sitting cross-legged in the spare bedroom with his eyes glittering, “I can have it?”

There’s an old PS4 resting in his hands, covered in a fine layer of dust but otherwise functional as far as you can tell. Youngho probably didn’t have the balls to take it with him given that you’d bought it for him, so for now, it laid here untouched. “Of course you can. I don’t play it that much and I doubt he’s coming back for it.”

There was a litany of gifts lying around that you had given your boyfriend over the years, many of which had been bringing back painful memories, but some of them felt like they could be rebranded. Coats, colognes, video games and the like. What he had claimed for his own at his place was either up for sale or Jungkook’s pleasure.

“I’ve always wanted to play one of these. Whenever Youngho would come over, I’d just sit and watch.”

“Does Youngho have a guardian angel?” You ask, “I’m just curious. I mean, that night you kicked him out... wouldn’t his angel have intervened?”

Jungkook shrugs, “Of course. Everyone has a guardian angel.”

“Except me now, I guess.” You laugh bitterly. Jungkook’s head snaps up to you, eyes flashing with hurt. The guilt you feel is immediate. “Oh, wait, I didn’t mean it like that.”

The longer it takes Jungkook to reassure you that it’s fine, that he understood what you really meant, starts to make your breath quicken with anxiety. All he does is look down at his lap, sadly fiddling with the console in his hands with much less excitement than before. God, you’d royally fucked up with that comment, huh? 

You’re about to give him a much lengthier apology when Jungkook speaks up again, “To answer your question, his angel was there. We are- I was trained to stop demonic threats toward humans, nothing more, so I could only imagine that angel’s confusion at my interference. Perhaps, they were too afraid to do anything. It’s only a guess though.”

“...Maybe they were aware of how much of an asshole he was and decided to sit that one out.” You offer, trying to lighten the mood. Jungkook says nothing.

He only looks up when you’ve walked over to his spot on the floor, reaching a hand out to softly tangle in his hair. His breath hitches as you move down to cup his jaw, “Jungkook, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was insensitive to you when you’ve been working so hard to protect me. Who cares about a title or wings? You’re my guardian angel no matter what. God doesn’t get a say in that, not this time.”

Little tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He just keeps looking into yours, switching back and forth between each of them as his lip tremors, “What... good am I to you when I’m like this? You should have someone else. God should’ve sent you someone else. If he doesn’t send someone else and he knows I can no longer protect you, then he’s letting you die and I can’t- I can’t do anything about it. What good am I if I can’t do the one thing I was made to do?”

You drop into a crouch until you’re face to face with him, “Jungkook, you are more than a guardian.”

“Am I?” His voice cracks, “I don’t know who I am. I’ve never had a reason to be anyone.”

“I know... I know what it’s like to feel like you have no purpose anymore, believe me. I know what it’s like to be unsure of who you are. I want to tell you that it gets easier, and that there will be more days where you feel whole than when you don’t, but I can’t. It’s up and down. It’s never the same for everyone,” you wipe at a stray tear that escapes his eye, “being human sucks for that. You don’t have any guidelines and apparently everything is already laid out for you without your consent. But I think I can say this with certainty: you, for one, have made it very clear it’s possible to change that.”

The boy scoffs, “And look where that’s gotten you. Now you’re in danger.”

You smile. Cupping both his cheeks firmly, you bring him so close to you that he thinks he’s doing the human version of short-circuiting, “And I found out that there’s someone who loves me so much that he’d defy God just to let me know.”

“Is that enough? To make you happy?” 

Was it? You’d always assumed it would be. A lack of love, easy to explain away. If you could just get that feeling you’d been missing, you’d finally be happy, right? You couldn’t lie to him.

“It won’t magically fix everything, that’s not how these things work, but love does give you something to fight for when you don’t want to fight for anything. I’m still going to hate being awake some days. All I can say is that I would like to at least be awake with you. Does that make any sense?”

He sniffles, then nods.

“Can I hold you?” You inquire.

He nods again, “Yeah, sorry.”

You shuffle some things out of the way so that you’re laying against the carpet and he’s leaning against your shoulder, one arm of yours thrown around him while the other holds his hand in your lap, “What are you sorry for, silly? Being a person?” You giggle, squeezing his hand tightly. “I don’t know, I think you’re doing pretty good all things considered. Some people become serial killers under way less stress.”

Jungkook laughs softly into your neck, giving you delightful little goosebumps. Was he aware of what he was doing to you, or was he just clueless? Part of you wanted to hope it was the latter. The last thing you needed was a hot, self-aware angel. Wait, when did you start thinking of Jungkook as hot- “Then I guess I feel much better. Can we stay like this for a while longer?”

“As long as you like. We’ve got all day to ourselves.”

Taehyung mutters a soft prayer, “Be at peace.”

It’s one of the quickest ways to death when the target isn’t struggling, and the second quickest way when he didn’t have his gun on him. He preferred the closeness of knives anyway. It made it make sense to him, but it also made him feel less like a contract killer and more like he lacked the empathy to be repulsed by killing up close.

The truth was that he did feel empathetic, especially when he really didn’t want to. He imagined how much it might hurt his mother to know of what he was doing, and if he could see her face just once, he’d probably stop for good. He’d tried.

When he’d asked Yoongi that one time, after far too much thinking, if he could see her, the prince had made it clear that to see his mother was to go against God’s wishes and that alone could start a war that didn’t need to happen. It was to be like this. Taehyung was to die alone.

All he could have were the little moments.

The demon falls at his feet with a soft thud, her heart releasing the blade of his knife. Blood drips over the corpse, staining her waitressing shirt red. Slowly, sinking back into the earth, the body disintegrates until there’s virtually no trace left. That was the one upside of dealing with demons: they never left a mess.

Taehyung sends a simple confirmation text to his client that the work has been done and the money is wired moments later. Stashing his now clean knife away into its scabbard at his waist, he makes his way out of the alley and directly into the human traffic of the city, blending in with ease. There’s no rush to be anywhere or see anyone. The world is moving with or without him, just as he likes it best. 

It’s only the middle of the day but he’s already considering which bar he wants to linger at at the moment. If he wasn’t working and he wasn’t sleeping, he was drinking. Had he a human liver, he’d probably have been dead a long, long time ago.

Just as he’s about to slink into one, his phone vibrates with a text.

(1) Unread Message(s)

received: 2:08 p.m.

suga: About the kid—are you sure you want to help? 

sent: 2:09 p.m.

taehyung: you asked me that already, wouldn’t have said so if I wasn’t

received: 2:09 p.m.

suga: You know that’s not what I meant. You’ve never seen him. Are you ready for that?

sent: 2:11 p.m.

taehyung: I don’t think I ever will be so I might as well get it over with

Not waiting for another response, Taehyung locks his phone and shoves it into his back pocket, ignoring the vibrations that signal Yoongi’s concern. As kind as it was, it really wasn’t what he wanted to hear right now. All he should be focusing on is the best way to kill the bastard before he killed anyone else.

“He’s scaring me,” the demon sighs, holding her head up on her fist, “I can feel how angry he is, Lucifer. He’s going to do something he regrets.”

The king of hell is perched on the edge of a bed of satin and silk, one leg crossed over the other as he watches the young servant delicately braiding Inhui’s hair back from her face. “No offense but if I was the kid, I’d also want to kill my father. You can’t blame him. You should want to just as much.”

“I’ve told you time and time again that he didn’t do it for greed. I know him.” Inhui growls, snapping around to stare Lucifer down. The servant girl pales at the sudden change in mood, hands stilling around the black strands weaved through her fingers. Knowing it would be another one of those days, Lucifer waves a hand at the servant girl to leave and Inhui’s hair comes undone with the speed at which she exits through the iron bars of the prison cell. “And now my braid is ruined.”

“You think that an angel would ever give up their cozy seat in heaven for fucking this? You knew the boy for how long? 17, 18 years? That’s barely a second in time.”

Inhui huffs indignantly, looking away from him to the mirror once again to take her hair into her own hands. Roughly, she begins braiding where the servant had left off, “I saw him most of that child’s life. The way he cared for her, the way he cared for me... I had expected you to understand. We were angels once.”

Lucifer snarls, “Don’t remind me.”

“You should be reminded. It’s like you forget where we came from. You’re angry at them when you should be angry at God. He’s the one brainwashing them.”

“I personally don’t care what he’s doing with them. I care what it has to do with my demons.”

“So you don’t care about the angel your son is so interested in?”

At that, Lucifer frowns. “...that one doesn’t count. He’s fallen.”

Inhui huffs something like a laugh when she’s finished her braid, tying it off. Then, she steps around her chair and moves over to her bed until she’s hovering over Lucifer, being one of the few who was ever capable of being in such a position. “You’re worried about your son too, aren’t you? Then you know he’s caught up in the same situation. Have you talked to him about it?”

“I... trust him to make the best decision.” 

“And you think that the one he’s making is the best one?” Not at all, Lucifer thinks, but who am I to stop him? “You have him so close, and you don’t say what you want to. You’re lucky that you can see him.”

“But he doesn’t want to see me. I can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do. Whether it’s staying in hell or taking the throne or staying away from people he thinks he can save, he doesn’t listen to me. At least your boy wants to listen to you.” Lucifer doesn’t mean to sound so snippy, doesn’t mean to come off so bitter. Yet, all he feels is bitterness. And sadness. And genuine worry for what is unfolding with their sons right in the thick of it.

It’s silent for a while.

Inhui drops down onto the mattress next to him holding her head in her hands, “What great parents we are.” Nudging Lucifer, she leans back until they’re both looking at each other, “Do you think that fallen will be much trouble?”

Lucifer sighs, “Weren’t we?”

You’ve somewhat setup a neat little space for Jungkook, and while it’s lacking in decorations and style, he looks more than happy with what he’s got. He’s even gotten attached to you calling it “his” room. 

With Yoongi’s gracious gift, you’d spent some time paying off bills and handling some of your pesky student loans. By the time you were through, you’d taken a big gulp of fresh, relieved air. 

Now came shopping, the fun part.

“Jungkook! Are you ready to go yet?” You shout up the stairs.

“Just a minute!” He yelled back, and you could faintly hear him over the sound of video game sound effects in the background. You made a mental note to be ready for him to drag you into a GameStop at some point. 

With how quickly things had been moving for the past few days, you felt that all of the free time and leisure you’d enjoyed today had invigorated you something fierce. You could go for a run, or maybe start some new hobby. The only issue with either of those options was that your reality was not lost on you in the slightest. Your days were forever being haunted by the shadow of Seokjin. In fact, he was starting to haunt your dreams even. He always appeared as a lifeless, indefinite aura, suffocating you in your sleep to the point that you’d wake up thinking you’d died and gone to hell.

And while you were enjoying spending time with Jungkook, you couldn’t help wondering what you could be doing right now to keep him safe. He was so obsessed with protecting you, and yet you were equally as obsessed vice versa. Even though Yoongi had told you to enjoy the day off, it was quickly becoming harder to do so with the places your mind was heading.

You decided to mindlessly scroll through your phone, answering messages you hadn’t gotten around to yet from your old co-workers. You see some messages from Jaebum but decide you’ll get back to him later. Your mother had sent you a few things asking how you were doing while demanding you come to the family reunion that upcoming summer, all of which you completely ignored. It seemed the world was still turning. That was nice at least.

About fifteen minutes later with no sign of your new roommate, you begin to grow irritated. Just as you’re about to yell for him again, you hear a peculiar sound. It’s your doorbell ringing. Your doorbell hadn’t rang since...

A hard lump forms in the back of your throat. You quickly check your phone for any warning messages from Youngho about him stopping by again, perhaps with a lawyer and police in tow. Maybe he was going to sue you for that night and how Jungkook had handled him. You could not deal with that on top of every other thing going on in your life right now.

You quickly preen yourself in a nearby mirror and huddle over to the front door, heart accelerating. You take a peek through the peep hole but can only see a sliver of hair that doesn’t look anything like Youngho’s. A sigh of relief is followed by stark confusion. Who the hell would come to your house uninvited like this? Your mother would, perhaps, but you highly doubted that she would... you needed to check.

Slowly opening the door, you peek around the barrier between you and the outside world. 

“Hey,” Yongsun greets you with relief, “you’re alive.”

Alive? Did she- there was no way she knew...? “Huh?”

She chuckles, shaking her head at you, “Jaebum texted me all worried saying you hadn’t been answering his messages. I thought it was weird so he asked me to come to check on you.”

“You didn’t text me yourself?” You ask, frowning. 

“I... didn’t think you’d answer.”

Shit. She had a point.

She awkwardly fiddles with her fingers and looks down. Part of you was angry at her, another part angry at yourself, and an even bigger part angry that all of this had done to one of the closest relationships in your life up until this point. All over a stupid job. 

“You want to come in?” You offer. She looks up with slight shock but nods anyway, slowly stepping closer as you open the door up enough to let her in.

Her heels clack against the hardwood floor lightly as if to not make her presence anymore imposing than she probably felt it was. She looks around the living room with slight confusion, “Where’s Mook?”

You grumble at the mention of your cat, realizing she was probably upstairs too, “In Jungkook’s room, no doubt.”

“Jungkook? Is that... is that the guy you told Jae was my little brother? I’d been meaning to ask about that.”

Oh, fuck.

With royally good timing, Jungkook makes his presence known as he stomps loudly down the stairs. Yongsun’s eyes widen at the boy, trying to recall when she had ever seen someone like him around you before. You surely would have told her about a guy like that, right? 

Jungkook’s expression is impenetrable, his eyes darting over to you as if to gauge what you were thinking. You give him a helpless look back.

But ever your knight in shining armor, Jungkook forces a laugh that seems genuine enough on the outside looking in. Then, he makes his way over to Yongsun and holds out his hand, “Ah, so this is the famed Yongsun I’ve heard so much about? It’s so nice to finally meet you, ‘big sis’.” 

Yongsun is bewildered but takes his hand nonetheless, a light blush dusting her cheeks, “B-Big sis?”

Jungkook takes his hand back and shoves it in his pants pocket, “Sorry about the identity theft and all. This one here wasn’t quite ready to spill the beans.”

“I’m sorry, I’m completely lost here. What beans? (Name)?”

Did you look like you had any clue about what was happening here too? Jungkook had all the self-assuredness in the room!

“It’s... a bit complicated. You know how silly (Name) can be sometimes, getting flustered over nothing. They weren’t ready to introduce me to Jaebum as their boyfriend yet and we kinda ended up going along with a little white lie for the time being. (Name) doesn’t know how to break it to him.” Huh. Were angels supposed to be this quick at lying?

Yongsun looks absolutely stunned. Looking back between you and Jungkook, she can’t seem to form a coherent sentence easily, “You’ve moved on from Youngho already? I had no idea... how long has it been? Are you-”

“Yongsun,” Jungkook draws her attention back to him with a charming, apologetic smile, “me and (Name) were actually just about to head out and do some shopping. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh,” the girl looks deflated, “I wanted to... I had some really important things I wanted to talk about with you, (Name). Can we talk, at least for a little bit? Alone?”

Jungkook looks about ready to sweep in with something positively corny with just the right amount of socially repulsive to save you. All you had to do was give him the look. And yet... Yongsun looked so sincere. So worried. You couldn’t lie; you missed her. You wanted to talk too.

An idea forms in your head, “How about... we all go shopping together and then we can talk? I just wanted to get Jungkook some new things to wear, it’s not a date or anything.”

At that, the girl perks up immediately, “T-That sounds great! We can even take my car. I’ll go start it.” She sends you a tentative smile and quickly squishes past Jungkook to get to the front door, making her way down the pavement to her sedan parked on the curb. You groan softly. So much for a relaxing day. You guessed it was better to rip the bandaid clean now than never.

You glare at Jungkook as he sidles up beside you, handing you your bag, “Of all people, Yongsun’s little brother?”

“Of all people, a little brother?” The indignant fallen glares right back.

Shopping turns out to be not as stressful as you’d expected. 

Jungkook takes the reins completely the minute you arrive at the mall, going in and out of different stores with a firm understanding in what he wanted. You felt more like a bodyguard, watching him flit about with different bomber jackets and chunky boots. You were finding that you quite liked whatever sense of style he was forming for himself, absentmindedly wondering if he was picking it all based on what he assumed was your preference on purpose.

Yongsun, up until now, had only been making small talk with you about how things were going. Given that you couldn’t disclose a third of what had been happening in your life without sounding insane, you only tell her little bits and pieces about finding new work and spending time with your new “boyfriend”. She spends most of the time asking about him, finding it quite amusing when you get bashful at her questions about when he’d first fallen for you and vice versa. It seemed, however, that even her well of boyfriend questions could run dry at some point.

“I... wanted to apologize to you. About going radio silent. And the job.”

She finally acknowledges the elephant in the room when Jungkook goes to the dressing room to try on some jeans. You share a bench with her outside the changing rooms, a small smoothie in hand (a treat that you’d distributed amongst the group of you about halfway through the trip) that drips cold perspiration onto your pants legs. You’d been pumping yourself up for it for about an hour and a half now, so it hadn’t hit you with quite as much force as it probably would have back home, “What is there to apologize for? You were clearly the more qualified of the two of us.”

“You were going through hell because of Youngho. I wasn’t more qualified, I was just... available,” she sighs deeply, “and I just wanted to tell you that I didn’t know that it was your position at the time I accepted. They’d only told me that another, better position opened up and that they wanted me to move up and... yeah.”

You churn the thick fruit mixture with your straw thoughtfully. “It had all happened so quick. I believe you.”

“But it doesn’t change the fact that I took your dream away from you. You had wanted that job so badly, and I... I feel terrible everyday that I come to work.”

“Yongsun,” you command her attention immediately, meeting her sorrowful eyes, “...it’s not your fault, it never was. We both have dreamed of jobs at that place since we were freshmen. You worked just as hard as I did. I didn’t keep up to par and they did what companies do. I can’t fault you for being in the right place at the right time.”

“I should have...” Her voice trembles, “I should have done more.”

“We both were caught off guard, huh?” You ask with a sympathetic smile, reaching a hand out to touch hers. Yongsun lets a few tears fall from her eyes in response. “I’m sorry for ignoring you over it. That wasn’t cool.”

“It’s okay,” she sniffles, squeezing your hand back, “I understood why you did. I... I really love you, (Name). I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t want to lose you.” 

God, it had been a long time since you’d heard something like that.

You reach out to her and pull her into a tight hug, letting her hiccup into your shirt even as bystanders give you both odd looks in retaliation. You only hold her tighter. 

After a few minutes, Jungkook has exited the changing room with a few pairs of the same jeans slung over his arm, quietly assessing the situation. When it looks like Yongsun has calmed down enough, he makes his way over, “I think we’re almost all good on the clothes front. Can we stop by one more place?”

If Yongsun is confused about you paying for all of Jungkook’s clothes, she doesn’t say anything about it.

Jungkook ends up taking you to a much different store on the third floor... a very familiar one. “Jungkook...” You ask, looking at him in confusion, “you want to shop here?”

The boy grins, “It’s your favorite, isn’t it? It’s my treat.” You try to tune out the cooing that Yongsun is making in your ear from behind. 

“But I’m paying- okay.” He doesn’t let you finish your thought, dragging both you and Yongsun into the store with relative ease and dumping you off at the first rack you see. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d really treated yourself to anything nice. You rarely felt like you deserved to lavish yourself with anything back in the day, but after all you’d been through in the past few days... you can splurge a little, right?

You find yourself enjoying the moment the more you walk around, picking up pieces here and there and knowing that money was virtually no issue. You could get whatever you wanted. It was... kind of heaven, actually.

Yongsun would follow you around, dropping off things she found herself that she thought you would like. When your arms were nearly overflowing with clothes, she’d pushed you toward the changing rooms to try some of them on, urging you to show each and every one of the outfits off to her and Jungkook, and show them off you did.

You hadn’t even made a dent in the pile by the time you’d shimmied into the fifth outfit, quietly admiring your figure in the lit mirror before you. A small smile graced your face: who knew it could be this nice just doing something fun for yourself?

You smooth down the fabric of your clothing and prepare yourself to leave when you feel the room grow a little warmer behind you. Odd. You look back up in the mirror and almost scream out loud.

The not-so-strange stranger hovering behind you grabs you by the throat from behind and shoves you against the wall, making the stall shudder in response. The lights on the mirror keeping the small room lit flickered and burned out at the same time by no natural coincidence.

He was there. The beautiful man you’d passed on the street before. The one who you’d thought was from out of this world. How did he...?

“You and that angel of yours are awfully hard to get alone, you know?”

[mercheswan]

WEREFOXES TO COME TO BEACON HILLS.

First page of the town’s newspaper announces.

Werefoxes are an extraordinary werecreature. There aren’t many of them left and even less young ones.

People say that foxes are protected by the ancients Gods, that’s why they can live more than any other creature. They are wise and powerful, some of them are said to be able to summon spirits to protect them.

They can also control the elements. They are feared in the supernatural world, and they have never mix with the other werecreatures, that’s why they are considered to be haughty and overweening.

Werewolves and werefoxes have hated each other since the beginning of times. There have been battles over territory and countless confrontations between them along History. Many foxes succumbed in their battles as the number of werewolves have always been bigger. But many werewolves have also been cursed and killed by the sometimes called kitsunes.

Now they lived in apparent peace, neither of them messed with the other, but some werewolves assure that the mere scent of a werefox can make them feral. The majority of them has never even seen a fox in their life.

That’s why foxes coming to Beacon Hills, werewolf territory, is such a big deal for the town.

The news claim that two teenagers will be moving with their families, they will be enrolling in Beacon Hills High School.

Talía Hale, the Mayor of Beacon Hills has granted them permission to come and stay and have asked the citizens of the town to welcome the foxes.

The citizens feelings about the werefoxes are contradicted. Old people and some adults are against them being in their territory, battles too recent for them. The majority of people, and specially the younger part of the population are excited by the foxes coming. This is the most exciting thing to ever happen in their little town.

Rumors spread about what could be the reason for the foxes to come, why are they not moving to cities controlled by werefoxes.

Panic erupts when the news about one of the foxes being a Nogitsune leaks to the press.

If foxes are dangerous, Nogitsunes are the worst kind. Foxes are trickers, the are vicious creatures, they lie and manipulate. Those qualities are increased on the Nogitsunes, who are also said to have a dark soul. Cross a Nogitsune and your life will end in the most painful and torturous way.

In the end the Mayor assures that the situation with the foxes is under control. She takes full responsibility for them.

———————————

First day of school, everyone in Beacon Hills High School is talking about the same thing. The foxes. The are coming. The students want to see them. And not only the students.

(Peter and Cora)

Cora: Why didn’t you ask mom about them anyway, hidding like this to see them as if they are some kind of celebrity is weird.

Peter: I was not going to give your mother the satisfaction of seeing me being excited. The boy is the Nogitsune, I’m so going to enjoy having him as my student. He is a little genius. I hope he challenges me, classes get so boring sometimes.

Cora: What did you expect? You are a literature and drama teacher.

Peter: Foxes are said to appreciate art more than wolves, maybe I will have students that are worth my time, at last.

Cora: God, you’re are talking about them like you wanna mate with them. You don’t do you? They are my age!

Peter: First of all, I am not that old, thank you very much. And second, don’t be stupid, wolves and foxes are not meant to be mates. It has never happened before.

A Jeep approaches the School.

Peter: It’s them.

Two teenagers come out of the Jeep, an asian girl with a ponytail, who looked as if she wouldn’t kill a fly, and a boy. Tall, with pale skin, wearing a red hoodie and who is watching at their surroundings, very much alert in case they don’t have a welcoming reception. He spotts Peter and Cora.

Both of the kneel to hide themselves.

Cora: Great, they are going to think we are creepers or worse that we are up to no good and we want to hurt them or something.

Peter: Relax.

Cora: Couldn’t you jut wait to see them in class?

Peter: They don’t have class with me today. I believe they have Derek later on.

Cora: Derek is probably already on class, he was not excited at all about them coming.

Peter: He’ll change his mind. Go to class, don’t be late. And thanks for being creepy with me.

Peter smirked, Cora rolled her eyes.

(Scott and Malia)

When Stiles and Kira came out of the jeep they are greeted by numerous students looking at them and sushing words between themselves. Probably comparing what they thought the foxes would look like.

Stiles wants to roll his eyes, he hates being the center of attention like this. Kira hates it even more.

Both of them walk towards the school’s entrance.

Malia: it’s that them?

Scott: Yeah, I think so... I mean I have never see them before.

Malia: They look pretty normal to me.

Scott: Of course the are normal! And I bet they are nice too. I don’t believe all the bad things they say about their kind.

Malia: Be careful, you know you are always too trusting.

(Allison and Lydia)

Stiles and Kira open the door and enter the hallway. They majority of the students stop to gaze at them.

They continue walking towards the principal’s office. Stiles and Kira feel like they are in a catwalk and they are the models.

Allison: If it wasn’t for the fact that everyone knows each other in this high school, they would have been able to pass as any other student. My father told me they don’t look different from us.

Lydia: I heard they were extraordinary beautiful creatures. I’m glad they are normal.

Allison: Of course you are.

Allison laughed at her best friend’s vanity.

Allison: They look pretty to me.

Lydia: They are not bad. Maybe I will let them be my friends.

Lydia smiled to herself eyes never leaving the pair of foxes as if they were her prey.

(The Puppy pack)

Liam and his friends looked at the werefoxes when they heard the commotion caused by the other students. They are really happy about the foxes being here.

Mason: They look good.

Corey: Not frightening at all.

Liam: I really hope we get the chance to meet them.

Hayden: Yeah right, because they are going to want to befriend you.

All of them laughed teasing Liam.

Liam: I really hope they don’t have any trouble, there are many students who don’t want them here.

Mason: Yeah, specially the Nogitsune. Who do you think it is by the way?

Hayden: it’s gotta be the boy, the girl looks too nice.

(Stiles and Kira)

Stiles: So far so good, no bombs or things flying at us. It’s an absolute success.

Kira: They won’t stop looking at us.

Stiles: You know that was going to happen. I’m sorry for putting you through this.

Kira: Don’t worry, there’s no place I’d rather be than next to you. I know you will always protect me.

They smiled at each other. During this past years they have become like siblings.

At that moment one of the students decided to explode a balloon. There were some laughs and little screams.

Kira got scared and involuntary she made the lights of the school flick.

All the students looked at them. They must have known that Werefoxes can control the elements. Now they know that one of them controls electricity.

Some of the students start to leave towards their classes. Stiles doesn’t like they face the are wearing.

They were exciting before, now they look afraid. And that’s exactly what Stiles was trying to prevent.

Stiles: Kira be careful, we can’t be seen as a threat.

Kira: Sorry, I was starlet, i didn’t mean to.

Stiles: Come on, let’s go to the principal’s office. The sooner we get to class the sooner the day ends.

(Derek)

Derek was trying not to think about the foxes coming to the school. He was against them being in their town, he didn’t manage to convince her mother to not let the come.

And now, he was going to be their history teacher. The chapters about the Wolves and Foxes battles were sure to be interesting this year.

Derek was preparing the class, talking to some students who have come to class early when they saw the lights flick.

The foxes.

Some of the students got nervous.

Derek: Relax it’s just a malfunction of the lights. Nothing happened.

The students calmed.

Derek doesn’t know if he is going to be able to be impartial with his new students. He doesn’t understand why Peter is so happy to have them.

This year could not end fast enough.

(Isaac and Erica)

Isaac and Erica were both in Derek’s class when the lights malfunction happened. But they know their alpha, he is lying. The foxes did it.

Isaac: I wanna see them.

Erica: Derek will probably get mad.

Isaac: I don’t care.

They both stood up from their chairs and headed towards the door.

Derek: Where are you going?

Erica: Just to the bathroom will be back in a sec.

Derek looked at them angrily.

When both wolves exited the class they could only see the foxes from behind.

Isaac: They don’t look that strong.

Erica: No they don’t.

Derek: Do not underestimate them. Go to the bathroom, the class is starting in five.

(Aiden and Ethan)

Aiden: so it’s true what they say about their scent making you violent.

Ethan: you feel it too.

Aiden: I hope that Deucalion let us take care of them.

Ethan: Maybe they will not cause trouble.

Aiden: it’s in their nature. They manipule and trick it’s what they do.

Ethan watches the foxes go. He hopes that this sense of trouble he has inside will eventually leave.

(Jackson and Danny)

Jackson: Who do they think they are?

Danny: You are just mad because they are getting more attention than you.

Jackson: I really hope that they don’t plan to join the Lacross team.

Danny: Why not? Foxes are suppose to be faster than wolves. It’ll be good for our team.

Jackson looked at his friend with a disgusted face. Of course the future Druid will be all on board of welcoming the foxes.

Jackson: Their not taking my place as captain.

Danny: Of course not.

Danny snorted, amused by his friend’s attitude.

(Theo)

Theo has been waiting for this moment all summer. The foxes are finally here. The Nogitsune is finally here.

He knows foxes are manipulatives, but he is too. He wants the Nogitsune, he is going to control him, that way his future pack will be invencible.

He spotted the werefoxes coming from the hallway.

The girl looked like a doll, sweet and nice. But the boy, the boy looked delicious.

My Nogitsune.

Theo’s was not expecting the fox to be this breathtakingly handsome. The wolf inside Theo howled at the sight.

Theo was bewitched by the werecreature. His eyes were beautiful, his skin pale and perfect to mark. And those lips. They were sinful.

His wolf wants him, he wants him bad.

Theo is surprised by the feelings inside him. Much to his knowledge, Wolves and Foxes don’t mate. But he would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to claim the boy right there.

He needs to focus. His plan. Whatever this is can’t jeopardise his plan.

He looks at the foxes and at that moment the boy looks at his direction. Theo smirks. The boy bites his lower lip.

Their eyes meet and Theo feels a spark traveling trough his body.

The boy walked towards him.

The students who were next to Theo started to leave.

The fox stopped a few inches apart from Theo. He looked serious and he was examinating Theo as if trying to read him.

Theo: Welcome to Beacon Hills High School.

Stiles: What’s your name wolf?

Theo smirked.

Theo: it’s only polite to introduce yourself if you are demanding someone else’s name.

Stiles bit his lip again, face coming closer to the wolf.

Stiles: You know who I am.

Theo: I may know what you are, but I don’t know your name. My mane is Theo.

Stiles: Well, Theo, I don’t know what you are planning but stop it. People should know better than to try to trick a fox.

Theo smiled. Oh he is smart. He really wants him.

Theo: What makes you think I’m planning something.

Stiles: Drop the act, you can’t fool me wolf.

Stiles put his arms on the locker, trapping Theo between it and his body. The fox whispered to the wolf’s ear.

Stiles: When you think you can win me, I’ll always be two septs foward.

Theo should not feel this aroused. But if the fox doesn’t separate from him soon he is going to kiss him hard on those perfect lips.

Their eyes met. Again electricity ran inside Theo’s body. He whispered back to Stiles’s lips.

Theo: Got it.

Stiles separated from Theo and returned to Kira, never leaving sight of the wolf.

Theo was leaning on the locker feeling his legs melting. This was only a bit of the power of the Nogitsune. He wanted it all. His mind kept screaming ‘mine, mine, mine’, but he is starting to think that he is the one who is going to be controlled by the fox and no the other way around. He is okay with that. As long as he is with him.

Stiles met Kira and opened the door of the principal’s office.

Theo: What’s your name?

Theo screamed so the other will listen. Their eyes met again.

Theo: I will find out anyway.

Stiles: Stiles. My name is Stiles.

Stiles entered the office and closed the door.

Stiles.

One way or another he will be mine. Theo is really excited about this new school year.

[slumberinglabyrinth]

a while back i did a review of the prison chapter in por and it was totally overblown and whatever but i kinda wanna do that again for (what remains of) radiant dawn so i guess i will

I'll be doing them in batches since this got long. In this post: 3-5 through 3-9

3-5: it's been two years and i forget why we have to defend this castle

this was a pretty alright map. the reinforcements were annoying but that's because I generally don't actually turtle all that much on defend chapters and as a result I was Right There whenever and wherever they showed up. I tried to grab the energy drop off the boss but the dude ran away from Heather the moment I created an opening and I didn’t want to reset so :^/

I moved provoke off of shinon and onto Brom for this and its... probably way too strong? like it wasn't a 100% draw rate but there were several turns in a row where he was the only person being attacked which is. insane. and also super fun lmao. I think it's a shame that the hostility mechanics in fe aren't as well documented; on some level it ruins the magic, but in cases like this where you're actively influencing it i think it'd be useful to know to what degree you're actually influencing it

disarm + steal is also a really neat/fun idea that would be a great way to counteract how i apparently will never have any money for weapons while playing as the greilgallia party crew 😔 (not to be confused with the greilgallia polycule, which disbanded around twenty years earlier) but I can also never get disarm to proc and half the things that i was able to get unequipped were too heavy for Heather to actually steal 😔

all around a decent map to ease myself back into playing rd with. I certainly could have played better, but defend maps tend to be easier and I appreciated that here

3-6: dawn brigade returns and promptly sinks into a swamp

god this map sucked. it's really hard to pick where to start with it but while i get that lore dictates that they need to only be fighting laguz right here it was probably the wrong gameplay decision with everything else that was going on. I think maybe making tigers have ~4 less str across the board would have been a nice start since I kinda needed to either never get hit by them at all or to kill them first.

several chapters later I’m also realizing maybe i should have like. started to use bexp lol

fighting laguz is also really weird in terms of like... because they have boosted stats while transformed so you can either kill them while they're untransformed (which is fairly easy but since they don't attack, you have to kill them during player phase which means one per turn per unit), deal chip damage (or none at all) to burn down their gauge so you can actually kill them, or try to power through their boosted stats and hope you don’t die in the process.

Because I hadn't used bexp and almost all my units were super weak, I mostly had to rely on the eff against beasts knife that you can buy in the bargain shop this chapter and also volug, who had enough def (even with halfshift) to not die in one round. Honorable mentions go to noland (a fitting name for this map), jill (with canto!), and zihark, who were able to help pick off untransformed laguz, and to micaiah, who could deal magic damage and actually damage transformed laguz.

this was also the first dawn brigade map! i know lots of people people dont like their maps after act 1 and while i was trying to go into this one with an open mind... yeah, they totally got shafted by this map design. it's not really their fault but this map sucked hard. I know that they generally did one of each class variant (fire mage, wind mage, etc.) and not have duplicates but I think that the dawn brigade would have benefited from another mage of some kind if only so you could have someone who could deal with all these goddamned cats

also bk shows up but since he's not a bonus unit i didn't want to feed him kills so i didnt really use him. maybe that was a mistake. also why couldn't he like. warp someone that wasn't the furthest away from the action.

3-7: hey so we heard you liked the previous map

Zihark is there? fuck this i'm reverting to a previous save and unrecruiting him

3-6: i forgot to mention that this map was a swamp map and also had darkness

I know I've mentioned that the similar map in fe6 (desert+fog) was actually kinda alright but this one isnt that at all. Playing through it a second time helped because i knew where enemies were spawning, but it was still more annoying than fun.

Swamps commit the cardinal sin of forcing everyone that can't fly (in this case: everyone but jill) to suffer massive terrain penalties. Deserts at least let mages move a little bit further (which admittedly wouldn't help much here since it's only micaiah and laura), but here everyone friend and foe alike (except Jill) moves slowly and it makes gameplay just grind to a halt which is never, ever fun level design.

Also Fiona just. could not move beyond the starting island. she couldn't even wade a little bit into the swamp like i did with ed and leo to attack at range and get laguz to untransform. they let you deploy everyone but it genuinely felt like i wasn't handed the tools to succeed at this map. always a great goal to have when designing a game

I don't know how to improve this map. unrecruiting zihark (by flying him up to the northeast with jill and having him talk to mordy/lethe) wasn't particularly difficult (battle saves make it easy enough to scout out where they were, and it's not like i'd ever feel bad about 'cheating' on this map) but... would a greater field of view actually help? would making it not a swamp actually help? would giving you more allied units that'll throw themselves in the face of danger with no regard for their own lives actually help?

I don't know.

3-7: but for real this time

Back to ikequest!

this map is... literally the same map as the previous one, but with a different map objective. and larger. and backwards. and not at night.

it's still a swamp.

Luckily, it's a survive map, and the vast majority of the enemy force does not have the time to actually reach you if you hide up in the corner.

Which is exactly what i did.

Here's the list of the optional units (ike and ranulf are mandatory, which sucks because i don't like using twinks cat laguz and ike's plot promotion feels miles away) I deployed and why I deployed them

Haar: to fly out and recruit Jill

Gatrie: to be carried by Haar and specifically to bait the single thunder mage in Haar's way (and help Haar clean out that area so Jill can be safely recruited). I gave him corrosion two maps ago and it actually fully disarmed a guy on this map! 🎊

Brom: stand near where the swamp ends and draw the handful of enemies that actually make it all the way there away from ike and ranulf and ulki and jaffar (who are auto-recruits in this chapter).

This map is. so incredibly easy to both beat and complete the (meaningful) optional objectives on. I missed a conversation between Ike and Micaiah (which requires you to travel all the way across the map that i just finished saying takes forever to traverse and do it in 12 turns), but as long as you unrecruit Zihark on the previous map (he's.... right in the middle of the main force so good luck if you don't) you can probably do this map first try with no deaths even if you haven't trained haargatriebrom At All

I think that kinda underscores a problem that intsys had with rd which was... it feels like they didn't really have a lot of time to fine-tune stuff? like you're going from the hardest (or at least most unpleasant) map to the easiest one this side of the tutorial and it just. doesn't feel good? like there's going to be some inherent difficulty in balancing a difficulty curve when you're shifting from party to party but. this was bad. really bad.

Also a side observation but it does actually say who units can talk to in battle prep which is pretty useful thing to have! you need to shift the stat spreadsheet allllll the way over, but it's there!

i promptly forgot about it by the time 3-10 came around and was like "hey i should just. have ike run up to elincia, see if they'll talk, and then reset" though lol

3-8: Less-than-Lethal Lava Land

A fairly standard lava cave map. My only real comment here is that it was kinda nice how they made the spots where you'd take damage fairly obvious while still making them appear as natural parts of the terrain. I think it was the durandal map in 7 but its "if you're on these at the end of the turn you'll take damage" tiles looked super out of place while the armads map on the other hand wasn't super self-evident and i'm glad they improved

3-9: still cant use lucia >:(

Another party shift (this time to Elincia), and there was some good use of ledges in this chapter!

Most of your units couldn't use them but it created alternate paths for the ones that could (Calill and Devdan). Previous maps tended to use them more as holes in your defenses than needed to be plugged, but it created ways to progress (and ways for reinforcements to catch up) that are usually reserved for flying units, except now you're interacting with the map instead of ignoring it completely.

I think I've yet to meet someone who genuinely likes ledges as a map element, though I think this map really drives home that the sole (inherent) problem with them is the accuracy modifications (which, as this map also demonstrates when the stairs near the end become a chokepoint, are actually present with all elevation changes). While the +2 damage dealt while on the high ground is reasonable, +50 and especially -50 to hitrate are insane and completely unnecessary modifiers. They should be half that if you even choose to retain both.

Anyway.

the absolute lack of a (player-controlled) healer in Elincia's party was also........ interesting. Annoying, but interesting. Why must allied clerics choose death?1

[tanookikiss]

The Mighty Morphin’ Power Drunks

Or “Ace and Peter act like dorks and play with power ranger action figures.”

Request – For @that-kiss-bitch  - A fanfiction starring Peter Criss. I was inspired by this cute drawing of Ace and Peter playing Monopoly Jr. on Deviantart and N64 Girl. It’s a bit goofy but I hope you’ll still enjoy.

Rating: T for swearing and drinking.

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KISS had just finished their soundcheck for the afternoon. They had a few hours to relax in their dressing room before the show. Paul was fixated on his mirror image, Gene was going over his flying rig stunt with Doc, Peter and Ace were drinking beers while Paul and Gene’s sons played with their power ranger action figures. The boys would bring their games and toys with them to entertain themselves while their dads worked.

Peter smiled as he watched the boys play happily. Ah…youth! He remembered his carefree childhood days fondly. Maybe it was the booze making him all sentimental but he was really starting to miss the good ol’ days.

“Catering has dinner ready!” Tommy called out from the dressing room door.

“Yay!” Nick and Evan cheered, racing each other out the door leaving their action figures scattered across the floor.

Paul, Gene and Doc followed the boys out of the room.

Ace sat across from Peter. He couldn’t wait to be alone with his best friend. There was something on his mind that had been bugging him all afternoon. He really needed to tell his friend but he had to wait until they were finally alone.

“Peter…there’s something I really want us to do,” Ace said as he grabbed Peter’s hands, looking him in the eyes intensely.

“Yes Ace,” Peter said, returning that intense gaze.

“Let’s play Monopoly Jr.!” Ace exclaimed.

“O…Okay!” Peter smiled and nodded his head happily. 

Apparently, Ace was feeling a little nostalgic too.

Ace and Peter searched through Nick and Evan’s play area for the board games. They were disappointed to not find them.

“I don’t think they brought them. It looks like they only brought those superhero dolls,” Peter sighed sadly.

“You mean The Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers!” Ace corrected as he poured himself another glass of wine.

Peter snorted as he took another swig of his beer.

“C’mon Petey! Ya gotta admit they are pretty cool. They use dinosaur robots to beat up space monsters!”

Peter looked at his friend as if he were an idiot. “You actually watch that stupid kid’s show?”

“Well yeah…it’s great fun to watch while high,” Ace grinned.

“Yeah but they beat ‘em up the exact same way every single time! There’s a stupid ass monster and they start fighting it, and then the stupid ass monster gets big and the rangers use those cheesy lookin’ piece of shit robots, and then later the piece of shit robots combine into one giant piece of shit robot. Then the giant piece of shit robot kills the stupid ass monster. The fuckin’ end!” Peter ranted passionately.

Ace cackled. “You sure know an awful lot about this stupid kid’s show, Petey!”

Peter blushed. “Yeah...well maybe I was bored and there was nothing better to watch on TV one day…no big deal. They still suck!”

“Yeah, we were way cooler superheroes in KISS Meets The Phantom Of The Park,” Ace grinned, taking a sip from his wine glass.

“Yeah, at least we got to rock n’ roll all night, got hot babes and got to drink lots of booze!” Peter added, reaching for another beer bottle.

“Hey, what if the power rangers liked hittin’ the sauce like we do!” Ace slurred.

“I guess that’d make them the Power Drinkers or something,” Peter chuckled, feeling a bit tipsy from all the booze.

“Or like the Mighty Morphin’ Power Drunks!” Ace exclaimed raising his wine glass to toast Peter’s beer bottle.

Ace and Peter cracked up over that name.

“We should change their names too. This white one can be Pinot, because he’s kinda like the color of Pinot,” Ace suggested, grabbing the white ranger clumsily.

“The green guy can be Gin…G for Gin,” Peter said, grabbing the green ranger.

“And red can be Kool-Aid!” Ace cheered.

“Ace, Kool-Aid is not an alcoholic beverage!” Peter scoffed.

“Yeah but it mixes well,” Ace shrugged.

“Oooookay…well yellow can be Tequila,” Peter suggested.

 “Ooooh! What kind?” Ace asked.

“The hell if I know…Patron? Does it really matter?”

“Heh...guess not. The pink one should be Champagne. I looove Champagne!” Ace exclaimed.

“We know buddy. We know. What do you wanna name the black one?” Peter asked.

“Beer!” Ace cheered obnoxiously.

“Good choice!” Peter complimented, raising his beer bottle up in approval.

“And blue can be Liquor,” Ace decided.

“Cool. Let’s make them beat the shit outta each other!” Peter exclaimed as he grabbed the black ranger while Ace grabbed the blue one.

Peter as Beer: “Liquor, why do you drink that shit!? Beer reigns supreme!”

Ace as Liquor: “Everyone knows Liquor is quicker!”

Peter as Beer: “Oh yeah! Ya wanna fight about it, tough guy?”

Ace as Liquor: “Bring it on! Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Ace tried to make Liquor kick Beer, but instead of hitting the toy, he hit Peter’s thumb by accident.

“Ow, that hurts! That was my finger, asshole!” Peter snapped.

“Sorry…” Ace shrugged.

“Take this! Waaaaaaaa!” Peter screeched as he made Beer hit Ace’s hand on purpose.

“Ow! That shit smarts!” Ace whined.

Ace picked up the red ranger next. “I want a piece of this action!”

“Back off Kool-Aid! You’re outta your league here! I got Gin and Pinot to back me up!” Peter said, grabbing the green and white rangers.

“Oh yeah? Well, Tyrannosaurus!” Ace screams out as he grabs the T-rex robot and puts Kool-Aid in it.

“Ah shit! What do the other Drunks drive again?” Peter asked as he was torn between the Mastodon and the Pterodactyl.

“Rawwwwr!” Ace roared as he used the T-rex robot to knock the black, green and white rangers out of Peter’s hands.

“Ummm Go, Go, prehistoric cat!” Peter yelled.

Ace cackled. “You mean, Saber Tooth Tiger?”

“Shut up Ace! That’s what I said!” Peter yelled as he hit the T-rex robot with the Saber Tooth Tiger robot.

“Mwahaha! You are a worthy opponent, Tequila, but you are no match for Champagne and Kool-Aid!” Ace laughed maniacally.

“Bring it!” Peter screamed as he lunged for Ace again.

At the moment Gene walked into the room.

“We can hear you two all the way down the hall. Why on earth are you both screaming about dinosaurs and alcoholic beverages?”

Ace and Peter froze with the action figures still in their hands.

Gene grinned. “Oh my God! Are you grown men actually playing with children’s toys? I gotta tell Paul about this!” Gene chuckled as he left the room.

“Shit! Ace, we gotta put the toys away and for the love of God do not mention the Power Drunks to anybody. You got it?” Peter asked.

“Whateva you say Pinot…err…I mean, Peter!”

“Damnit!”

[chxoticmuses]

SHIP QUESTIONS THINGY

Status: Accepting

@streetsofsecrets said: our ships?? 🥺 ( Bella & Ben )

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?: Bella was being nosey like always and happened to go to the video store he was working at that day to pick up some videos for research purposes. They then proceeded to spend her whole lunch break plus some more time talking about conspiracy theories.

What was their first impression of each other?: She thought he was a very quirky guy, but in a good way because she’s quirky too. He was able to keep up with a conversation and all her little tangents for a while and that was just an even bigger plus in her eyes. Pretty cool dude. 100/10.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?: Yes!! Everyone Bella talked about Ben with, especially Andre and her mom, pushed her to get with him and start making moves on him. He can thank Andre for their first kiss because he kept pressuring and persuading Bella into doing it the whole night over text until she built up the courage.

Who felt romantic feelings first?: Bella kinda? I mean, that dream happened and the next day she was thinking about him in a new light so I’d say her.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?: Yeah, Bella tried to push them back since they were just good friends and she didn’t want to mess up their dynamic by confessing her feelings. So for a while she acted like they weren’t even there.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?: That it’s the truth!! They both faced so many subliminals hinting towards their relationship before they were even in a relationship, so they must’ve been meant to be.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?: Heh, Bella did. One day while they were out eating she just asked him out if the blue, “Do you want to be my boyfriend?” And luckily he said yes. It still took them a while to start acting like a couple instead of friends, but they got there eventually.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?: For a first date, Bella just decided to invite him over to her house to watch a movie and order takeout. They spent majority of the time just talking and getting to know each other better through playing board games and question games like 21 questions. It was really nice and proved to be a successful first date.

What was their first kiss like?: Something out a Hallmark holiday movie based in New York. Very dramatic and drawn out like that gif you sent me a while back because Bella is just extra like that. Plus, she spent the whole night planning it out. I feel like it happened on their first date when she was walking him out.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?: Off the top of my head I can’t really think about anything because Bella’s dating history is not all that clear to me. I’m pretty sure he’s her first long time relationship.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?: I never realized how big the height difference between them was. It’s a good nine inches, so I’m positive Bella has to get on her tippy toes to give him kisses or hugs. As for age difference, I’m pretty sure they’re the same age but Bella is just older but like some months? There you go making me do math again.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?: AMAZING! Considering that Bella has known Leah for some years before even meeting Ben and June fell in love with her their first time meeting, I’d say his family likes her a lot. And those feelings are reciprocated on her side of the family as well! Her parents might not come visit New York often and get a chance to see him in person, but from conversations on the phone and Bella’s words, they love him as well. Especially her mom, she thinks he’s absolutely adorable.

Who takes the lead in social situations?: Bella. She’s much more affirmative and stern with her words and knows what to say, most of the time, to make sure things go smoothly. Or at least as smoothe as they can be.

Who gets jealous easier?: Hmmmm, this is a trick question. I feel like it’s Bella? Ben is a very social person who can strike up a conversation with just about anyone and anything and while Bella can do that too, she’s not nearly as friendly as he is. She finds herself on the side of him giving people the sideye all the time when she thinks they’re getting a little too friendly with him.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?: Bella. She accidentally let it slip out when she was saying goodbye to him one day and stood there for a whole minute like ‘😮’.

What are their primary love languages?: Words of affirmation. Touch is a close second, but Bella will take a “You’re working really hard today, I’m proud of you!” Over a hug any day. Compliments are flying around their house on the daily!

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?: They’re nowhere near teenage couples who kiss every five minutes, but they’re very close and that’s mostly because of Bella. She’s a big toucher out in public and is usually the one to initiate things like hugs, kissing, and handholding. She likes to do it to the point where Ben is blushing and flustered, but not to the point where other people around them are uncomfortable, if that makes sense?

What are their favorite things to do together?: Drunk karaoke, watching movies, and binge watching documentaries on crazy conspiracy theories.

Who’s better at comforting the other?: Bella. She’s good at giving Ben the space or affection that he needs when he’s feeling down and when he wants to talk to someone or about something else to get his mind off of things she’s always there for him.

Who’s more protective?: I feel like it’s a tie between the two of them. They each have their own things that each other should be concerned about that makes them wanna protect each other.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?: Both are amazing and practiced all the time between them, but verbal takes the cake since it’s Bella’s love language.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?: I feel like Soulmate by Mac Miller captures their vibes and feelings perfectly.

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?: Bella calls him broccoli from time to time and besides name abbreviations, they just stick with basic pet names.

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?: Ben! It was nothing too extravagant, most likely in the comfort of their own home, a dinner at June’s, or a lazy day in bed.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?: Surprisingly, they (really Bella) go all out for the wedding! It’s fairytale themed because she’s a kid at heart and the whole reception is decorated beautiful. A bunch of people attend their wedding; friends, colleagues, and family alike so it took place at a pretty big venue.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?: Just Delilah and Audell. To most they seem like these really shy introverted children who stay to themselves because, well, they are, BUT they act completely different when they’re around their family. They’re nerve wreckers when they’re at home and always getting themselves into situations. You know that one vine where the family is at a restaurant and one of the siblings dare the other sibling to take a swig of their parent’s alcoholic drink? That’s them!! One time, they thought it would be a good idea to ride their bikes off of a car which resulted in Delilah with a broken arm. Very wild children when they want to be.

Do they have any pets?: Besides Bella’s few cats that remain as the years go on, they were forced to get a dog because Delilah was obsessed with Pluto from Mickey Mouse. They had a rabbit for a while but it never vibed with anyone in the house and after it bit Audell they decided to get rid of it.

Who’s the stricter parent?: Hm, Bella? She’s not too strict, they’re both pretty chill parents, but the kids tend to listen to her more and be more playful when it comes to Ben.

Who kills the bugs in the house?: Ben got that !!

How do they celebrate holidays?: Usually the whole family meets up somewhere whether it’s their house, June’s house, or Leah’s house and spend the whole day together.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?: Bella. Ben’s alarm goes off every morning and she just places her arm around him and is always like “Just ignore it and go back to sleep.”

Who’s the better cook?: I’d say they’re both on the same level of cooking and rotates who cooks a lot.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 23)

"Work hard to Play Harder"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Luna's bouncing around the studio with excitement. She has tons of loose energy from recoding still flying off of her. She gives Colson that One Look slipping out of the studio.

He meets her in the bathroom down the hall, tucked by the room he had offered to her to teach Casi about photography.

Inside Colson's kissing Luna hungrily. She takes his determined tongue willingly. Both still buzzing, each other's hands are running wildly all over the other's body. His dick is throbbing and she's soaked. She has on a tight, maroon slip dress with no bra. He can feel every inch of her. She bends over the sink, coyly, looking over her shoulder while lifting her dress.

He watching her as he unbuckles his pants. "I KNEW NO PANTIES!" He exclaims to her in delight, making his big dick jump. He grabs her ass cheeks, spreading them wide before planting a sloppy, wet kiss on her pussy lips. "Mmm... Peaches" he murmers before biting the tattoo on her ass.

"What?" She yelps, laughing, jumping a bit from his bite. He pulls her close, separating her folds, sliding slowly into her tight pussy. They both moan loudly, together working himself into her. Once comfortable, she grips the sink with both hands. Slamming her ass into his hips. The energy of the studio still radiating of them both, they fuck each other hard. Kissing and sucking wherever they can.

He has one large hand on her hipbone and the other around her throat, guiding her wild bucking. Growing bigger inside her, he pulls her up closer to him, by the throat. Feeling her tighten and buck harder, he breathes deeply into her ear "Who's pussy is this." He demands, loosening his grip on her throat so she can speak.

Legs shaking uncontrollably, she cries out "YOURS!!" as he lets her go to grip both hips, fucking her with long, hard, fast strokes. They explode all over each other, laughing in delight.

Breathing hard, leaning over the sink, they're both seeing stars. Colson's face is against the back of her neck, in her hair. She purrs, wiggling into him. "I love you, Kitten." He says staying inside of her for a bit longer, head drunk from all the excitement.

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After coming back into the studio with handfuls of beers Luna declares "Let's do something fun!!"

"What 'cha wanna do, Kitten?" Colson asks while watching her in amusement.

"2 ideas...." She responds holding up both her hands, black polished fingers spread wide "1. Magic slushies and Glow Bowling. Orrrrr..." She continues wiggling in her fingers in excitement. "We could be SUPER hokey and hit The Beach, do some day drinking.... Then The Pier for food, games, lights and rides?" She asks the guys beaming.

"What pier?" Colson asks with his head tilted.

"Santa Monica." Rook and Luna respond in unison, laughing as they look at each other in agreeance.

"Isn't that kinda, touristy?" Colson asks scrunching his face.

"That's the whole point. To escape our own ultra-coolness for a moment. Plus, it's what? A Monday, in early May? Dude, we're post spring break/pre summer. It's the best time to go." She shrugs her shoulders, swigging from her beer bottle, as she rolls her eyes. She never calls Colson "Dude."

Rook sees Luna's frustration. He's from LA and loves The Pier. He backs her up, "I say The Pier."

Luna snaps her fingers, shooting a finger gun at him. "Yesssss, Rook! 2 to nothing! WE OUT!" Luna laughs, mocking Colson.

"You're an asshole." He laughs too, scooping her up for a kiss.

"You looooove it." She responds kissing him back as they laugh at their inside joke.

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Everyone hangs out in the studio together for almost another hour, sharing beers, listening to Butch's infamous stories, fucking around with the track. They decide to leave it be. Give it a later listen with fresh ears.

Walking Butch out Luna slides him an eight ball. "Sorry I didn't have it earlier." She says innocently. She had, she didn't want it in to the studio with her.

"I'll let it slide this time, Luna, but you still owe me a case of beer though." He winks at her

She laughs "I've got you double." She reassures him.

"It's always a pleasure to work with you. Sweetie. Tell Pat I said 'Hi.'" He says with a smile, kissing her lightly on the cheek before heading out the door.

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They get on the beach by 4ish. There's a few people there but for the most part, it's just the lot of them. Colson, Luna, Rook, Slim, AJ, Baze, Benny and a fistful of giggling girls. They're ok. There's Regular Ones and Fresh Ones. Nice ones and Cunty Ones. Kinda like a Dr. Suess book. Everyone lays out huge blankets, setting up coolers and a Bluetooth speaker. The sun's still pretty high and its unseasonably warm.

Luna slips off her cutoffs, she has on a simple black bikini. Tugging at Colson "Come on..." She whines, trying to use all of her weight to pull him up. He doesn't budge. "Fine!" She sticks her tongue out at him, running off.

"Ok... Ok.." He laughs, putting out a joint to chase after her into the cool ocean.

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For the first hour or so everyone stays in the water. Laughing, splashing, swimming. Wrestling about, jumping on and all over each other. Enjoying themselves fully. Luna and Colson dominate in Chicken. Baze tosses around another bottle of Jameson. They lose it a couple of times, erupting into laughter. They're loud and playful, like a bunch of teenagers.

Some make their way back to their spot. Rook pulls out his surfboard. Luna and Colson make out in the water.

"This was a good idea..." He admits to her with a tiny smile. With her body wrapped around his, she smiles back, kissing him deeply.

"Mmmmmm...." She thinks "I fucking love him."

"Thank you for trusting me with the song." She says.

"No. Thank you for knowing your shit!! It's 10 times better than it was!!" He lifts her high "DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING SICK IT'S GOING TO BE WHEN WE PLAY IT LIVE!!" He exclaims before kissing and pulling her playfully under the water with him.

Everyone continues hanging out on the beach. Drinking, laughing, burning. The boys toss the football. Luna chats with the Dr. Suess characters while listening to music. They play the Bad Things track and get hype all over again. Luna tackling Colson in excitement, attacking him with kisses to his pleasure. They decide to pack up and head to the bathhouse before dropping stuff off at the cars and getting something to eat.

Colson watches Luna as she's the first of the girls to come out of the bathhouse. He loves that it doesn't take her long to get ready. His heart skips a beat, catching her in the sunset, as she throws her leather on over her white T and cut offs. He walks up to her, wrapping his long body over hers. Her deep red lips break into a wide smile as he sings into her ear 🎶And I said My Kitten, you look wonderful tonight🎶 making her heart soar. She absolutely Fucking loves him.

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They get to The Pier as the lights begin to click on, causing Luna to smile. The Pier's always reminded her of Coney Island, making her miss home for a second. Colson wants to sit down to eat but Luna and Rook convince him that the only TRUE way to eat is walking. They order boardwalk fries, pizza, hot dogs and beers. Wandering around watching the street performers as they eat. It's JUST dark enough outside to really begin to showcase the lights of the pier.

Colson holds his hand out to Luna, producing 2 capsules. "You know wanna hang out with her." He says with a devilish smile.

She grabs one, pops it while finishing her beer. "We're gonna want water now." She states, meeting his deviance. He nods finishing his beer as he takes his.

Colson and Luna stroll along with everyone, his arm draped around her shoulders as her hand rests in the back pocket of his jeans, cupping his ass. They play games. Colson killing the basketball long shot. Appropriately winning Luna an obnoxiously large, pink, stuffed bunny to her delight.

They fit 12 of them onto the water gun racing bench. Colson choosing to squirt Benny in the middle of the game instead. Holding it down for NY, Luna spins her gun around to defend Benny, soaking a laughing Colson. Baze wins to Luna's relief before Colson can retaliate.

Feeling Molly begin to creep around, Colson sees the Pacific Wheel. "Rides!!!!" He shouts, bouncing down the boards, dragging a laughing Luna. They get on the West Coaster first, Colson making them wait to be in front. It circles the entire pier, whipping and winding. As they're getting off a wide eyed Colson screams at Luna "I'M HAVING THE BEST FUCKING TIME!!!!" before running off screaming, bashing into people. Luna's laughing uncontrollably as she lugs her bunny, that's the size of her, struggling to keep up with Colson.

"Here, Brooklyn." Benny says laughing at the sight of her. He frees her from its weight. She beams up at him with sparkling, thankful eyes.

"WAAAAIT!!!" She gleefully runs after Colson, chunky, combat heels clacking underneath her. She catches up to him, swinging her body around him like he's a pole. The others are close behind.

"HI!!" He says, grinning. His blue eyes dancing happily, scooping her up in his arms by her ass.

"HI!" She's says back happily, wrapping her legs around his waist while resting her arms out on his shoulders. "Can I tell you something?" She's asks staring intensely into his eyes.

"Yes." He firmly replies.

"I fucking love you." Her eyes open wide in pure delight. She takes a big breath. "Like love-LOVE you." She breathes out. Biting her lip as if she's never told him she loves him before. With their brains, bodies and emotions jumping and raging with Molly, it feels like the first time.

Pulling her into him tight, he spits out "I fucking love-love YOU." before kissing her deep and passionately. Letting his tongue tell her everything they already know as they both tingle in delight. Swirling while standing still.

"More rides!" Slim slaps Colson on the back, jogging by finally breaking them apart. She smiles brightly at Colson, kissing him solidly before sliding her body down, along his hard cock. She grabs his hand, prancing after Slim into the lights with their group.

They get on The Scrambler, Air Lift and Pacific Plunge and Sea Swing. Colors and life whizzing by them. Molly and rides making their insides and brains jumble and jiggle. They play more games, Balloon Bust, Whack-A-Mole and Planko. Winning a combined total of 3 goldfish for the house during ring toss. Benny still has Luna's bunny. He's appreciating it's furry texture right now. Everyone is laughing, feeling warm, enjoying the atmosphere. Colson's giving Luna a piggy back ride to their next destination, the glowing Pacific Wheel as everyone bounces along. Music floating from each booth. A different street performer anywhere they turn. It's a colorful, kaleidoscope of laughter, love and happiness with a blanket of comfort and safety.

There's so many of them, they have to pile into separate boxes of the Ferris Wheel. Colson, Rook, Slim and Luna in the first. As it begins to go up Luna fires up a joint to Colson's delight. "You really are the fucking best!!" He says as she passes it to him.

"I'll do you one better." She says smiling, lighting another, passing it to Slim, who's across from her. He nods, beaming as he accepts the joint happily. There's a calmness in their box as they get stoned, staring at the sparkle of the moon on the ocean. It's only when Luna looks back at Colson is she flooded with the colors of the pier again. "HOLY FUCK, GUYSSSSS." She says intensely, bringing back their gazes to The Show.

They guys erupt into "GodDamns. And Oh Fucks." The 4 of them watching far above the world as it dances with false colors, giggling and pointing out certain things to each other until the end of their ride. "That was fucking SICK!!" Colson exclaims, throwing his arms up before wrapping them around Luna "I wanna fuck you up there." He says lowly in Luna's ear, grabbing her tits hard, making her flush and giggle.

Floating around a bit more, the guys are fucking around with the performers, Luna's making "bestfriends" with some of the Dr. Suess characters as one does when they hang out with Molly. Luna pulls Colson into a photo booth. Laughing and smiling, they make funny faces, with him kissing her on the cheek and them both throwing up the middle finger separately. She loves them. To her, they are their first tangible pictures together. Still geeking and bouncing around they all decide to head back to the house. Luna doesn't want anyone driving. They uber back to the house. They'll deal with the cars later to Colson's protests.

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Back at Colson's everyone's still raging. Mod's there with Ashleigh and Tom, the other bodyguard. Dom and Ashley arrive, he's working on a song with Colson. As they head into the studio, Luna still has her tiny wits about her. She collects all keys and hops an uber with Her Ashley, Tom and Colson's Ashleigh. She's convinced them to grab the cars with her.

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Following behind Tom, with Ashley and Luna behind her, Ashleigh can't help but feel relieved getting the cars back tonight. Colson would've been pissed in the morning and she hates dealing with the backlash of his nonsense when she's not involved in the antics.

"At least fucked up she still has her shit together." She thinks thankful of Luna.

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Back at the house, Colson and Dom are still working on their song in the studio when Luna and Ashley get back. Luna hands Dom a beer and Colson a bottle of water. "No, beer for me??" He asks as she sparks a joint.

Hitting it she says "Water first, beer after." Handing him the joint with a kiss.

"I FUCKING love-LOVE you, Bunny." He says kissing her back beaming.

"I fucking love-LOVE YOU, Bunny." She smiles at him, heart racing at the birth of another inside joke as he turns back to Dom and her to Ashley "You hear about this fucking bill on the table in AL?" She asks her friend. They're both hugely politically active and as women, this one scares the fuck out of Luna.

Both are in the same room but involved in different things. It doesn't matter though, with One Look, they grin at each other, knowing the other is thinking the same "FUCK, I fucking love you."

Just then Travis walks in.....

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To be continued......

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Impressive

The bar was dead and there was really no reason for the two of them to both be on shift.

That's what Kinana told Mirajane that late afternoon, the hour teetering on evening, as they both, mostly, sat idly by. It was the rush before S-Class and, well, most everyone was off attempting to impress the new master. A tall order, considering who he was.

Laxus sat there in his mostly empty hall, sipping at beer and giving glares to any who dared to still hang around, rather than snatch up one of the final jobs that were tacked up on the board. It would be the first time he got to do it. Pick and test those in the guild. His guild.

As those probably not very worthy worried over what it would mean, to be picked, those who were certain over being picked fretted over just what demented things Master Laxus might subject them. It was a frightening time, all around.

Except, of course, for those who already received the highest honor in the guild. Mirajane and Erza. The latter was off, anyways, as she had been for a month, on an S-Class job, while the former seemed somewhat bored, as she always did, when the hall was so empty.

"You'll have a chance," Lisanna told her with a grin as she set out with Elfman, "to have the house to yourself. And the hall, practically."

"You can finally scrap the gum off the bottom of the tables," her brother offered helpfully and they were both grinning because they were getting to go off, on a job usually out of their talent level, but to impress the new master? They'd smash it. Definitely. Well, hopefully.

There were benefits in what they were saying, of course. Having the Strauss house, her house, to herself, would be very nice. And when the hall was so empty, she wasn't rushing all about mindlessly and tiredly attempting to keep order in the chaotic setting. Meal times were relentless and, recently, as the cold set in, everyone was staying in doors more, drinking to keep warm.

But for a moment, there was a reprieve and she should enjoy it, the woman knew. Yes. A calm before the storm that was everyone returning, all at once, packing the hall in hopes of their names being called out above the others. Considering the conciseness of this list, there would inevitably be hurt feelings, sulking, and drunken bar fights late into the evening.

It was, to say the least, a busy time for her.

So she should be soaking up the peace currently being gifted to her.

Kinana explained as much as they both stood behind the bar together, the older woman sighing some as she wiped down the counter top. The younger was all smiles though as she insisted that, if one of them had to waste their day away up there, then she would gladly fall on the sword.

"You deserve some time off," Kinana offered gently and Mirajane returned her grin, but it was with a slight shake of her head as well.

"No, you go," the Takeover mage insisted. "Honestly, Kinana, you deserve the time off just as much as me. And surely there's something you wanna do? Tonight? Everyone I'd want to spend the time with is gone off on jobs."

"W-Well," she hummed as she thought, "I did want to get down to the mark and-"

"Then go. Right now." Mira was still all smiles. "I'll hold down the fort just fine."

She had without help, after all, for some time before she took Kinana on.

Mirajane was glad to see the younger woman go though. For more reason than one. And, as she finished with her wiping down of the bar, she only took her time then, to go around to the only three tables occupied, and refill drinks and check in. Make idle conversation.

It was the Master's table that she saved for last.

"You just send my workers away now, huh? Think you got that power? Mirajane?" He snorted as she filled his mug of ale back to the brim, foam forming a perfect bubble atop. "Without even speaking to me? Your master?"

"I'm the head of the bar staff, Laxus."

"Master," he corrected, "Laxus."

But she gave him a look as she bent over again, the table, feigning as if she were straightening some of the papers he had strewn about the table. Instead, her eyes were only on his and Laxus shifted uncomfortably as he got a new view down her dress.

"Maybe you'd be more comfortable working your office? Master?" She raised an eyebrow. "If you'll allow me, since I would never dream of doing something without your permission, I'd like to close up early tonight."

"This early?"

"If you'll let me."

"Give it another hour. In case someone comes by looking for dinner." He stood then, taking his mug and now piled papers with him. "Bring me mine to my office after you finish up in here."

"Of course," she agreed with a grin at his fleeing back then, as the man headed to do as she'd suggested. "Master Laxus."

"Ya kickin' us out, Mirajane?" Cana complained with a slur, over where she was downing a barrel. There was no fear in her, about being picked for S-Class; there was no way Laxus wouldn't pick her. He wouldn't dare.

No way.

Showing out was for those who didn't have an in with the man.

And the Thunder Legion, still, because they'd show out no matter what. Even if all three became S-Class, they'd still challenge themselves constantly, to go above and beyond.

But not her. Not that year. She wanted to drink her days before the announcement away.

"Yes," Mira told her in no uncertain terms as there was a bit of a groan from those gathered about. "But...how about a free round? For everyone?"

That got a cheer and Mirajane grinned. It would teach the new master, anyways, for trying to talk down to her about permission and all that.

He was too busy, anyways, sitting around in his office, not considering deeply his picks for S-Class and who was impressing as of late, or even focusing on the paperwork before him. No. Laxus could only watch the clock and clench his jaw, annoyed he'd held out for another hour, because it was killing him, so much, the waiting.

It wasn't hunger. No. He'd drank his fair share for the day and it was suppressing, honestly, the majority of his appetite. No. His meal was far from his mind.

But time just seemed to be dripping by and he could only think about it, think about how long it was taking, when it would end, and he could stop pretending to care anything about the guild. How could you care about the guild? Or any of the things that went along with being it's master? When you knew what was coming soon enough? Soon enough, but still not nearly fast enough.

"Is everyone gone?"

"Uh-huh," Mirajane hummed as she came into his office, bearing a tray of food. Setting it down on the man's desk, she smiled brightly as his eyes didn't even fall to inspect what she'd brought. "Some not so happily, but we're all alone."

"And you did your...what do you do? To close up?"

"Well, tonight I scrapped some at the gum at the bottom of the tables and-"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Fucking gross."

"You could always help. You know."

"The fuck I can. I'm the Master. Did you forget?"

"No."

She was humming too as, now just standing before his desk, she seemed to deflate a bit. The excitement wasn't brimming inside of her, like it was the man; rather, she was kind of tired and thankful, at least, for getting to escape the place so early. Unlike it would have been were it done Kinana's way, however, it was now, hopefully, with the accompaniment of the man before her. That was more than enough to produce satisfaction for Mirajane; it made the whole thing worth it, even. Still, a sigh of contentment was all that left her mouth, rather than the joyful sneer that consumed Laxus'.

"That was smart thinking, you know." He was standing, ignoring his food completely still, as he moved around the desk and over to the woman. "Get rid of Kinana, then get rid of all the patrons. Now it's just us. Me and the demon. Like is should be."

"Of course, Master."

"No more Master." He was before her now and, reaching out, his pushed her hair back, exposing her neck just enough for him to press a kiss there as he let out a slow breath. "Just Laxus."

"Dragon."

"That works too," he snickered as her head fell to rest on his shoulder as well. "It's a special time though. You know."

"I know."

"So much tot hink about and consider."

"It's stressful for me too."

"How?"

"No one's here. At all. The majority of my pay is from tips."

"I could solve that."

"Give me a raise?"

"You're my demon." He lifted his head and now his smirk seemed kind of smug. "How about ya quit working in this dump-"

"I mean, it's your guildhall now, so I probably wouldn't call it-"

"-and live with me, eh? I'll take good care of ya."

"Think I'll pass."

"Your loss." His eyes were still alight regardless. "My place has central air, heating, no annoying siblings that are still living at home because they're not as worthy as I am-"

"They're trying to impress you right now." Her tone changed then, as effortlessly as always. Still, she was sure to add, "Everyone is."

It would be her undoing though.

"Everyone, huh?" He snorted, first thinking of those losers that, at one time, he'd love to kick to the curb. The ones still being their typical bar fly selves, sitting around the guildhall and offering up nothing for their new leader. But then, his own tone changed and his smirk felt even more dickish. "Not everyone."

"Yes, everyone." Mira didn't catch it. "Elfman really wants another chance at-"

"The Scarlet bitch isn't impressing me."

"Excuse me?"

"And you," he kept up, rather than continue on down that path (it had no good outcome for him), "aren't impressing me."

"We're already S-Class."

"And?"

"And?" she challenged back, but Laxus was taking a step away from her then, back to his desk chair, which he fell into with an easy grin.

At her raised eyebrows, he only remarked, "I'm still your master."

"I thought you said no more master?"

"Just for a bit," he decided. With a toothy grin, he was sure to add, "Now impress me."

"Are you serious?" She even laughed some, Mria did, while he returned it with the same gleam in his eye he'd had since she joined him in the office. "Laxus?"

"Master."

"Dragon."

"Master. Right now."

"You're silly."

"You're not gonna get out of it. I'm Master." It was becoming easier and easier to declare himself that, in those days. "Impress me. Mirajane."

He felt so powerful and in control then that it was a huge blow to his ego when she started giggling into her palm.

"Hey," Laxus complained, eyes falling easily into a glare. "You're not supposed to laugh! We were having a moment."

"In your grandfather's office? Now that's gross."

"My," he grumbled, "office."

"Well, I'm not having sex here. Sorry."

So was he.

Still, Laxus scratched at his cheek as he grumbled, "Well...I did mention I have air condition, right?"

"It's cold out."

"Got heat too."

"But not that cold."

"Demon-"

"You know," she hummed then and, when she came over to him now, it was with shining blue eyes and an innocent expression, "I do have the house to myself. For the next few days. Since my siblings are out risking their lives to impress you. Master."

"Laxus," he corrected once more, but softer now as he considered. "We've never stayed at your house before."

"Well, someone else is always there."

And it was imperative that no one knew they were together. Neither were quite sure why, had never had a full conversation on it, but had long come to the conclusion, together, that it was just best if things stayed between the two of them.

So far, this was very much the case.

"No." He even shook his head. "It's 'cause you live in a dump."

Her expression and gaze changed. To one he had hoped to avoid that night.

"Uh, no. I don't."

"You sure?"

"Laxus-"

"Dragon." Getting to his feet, he grabbed his coat. "Did you forget?"

"Nope." She smiled to, once more, as he came to lay it over her shoulders. "I didn't."

"Should I be worried though?" he asked as they left that night, with her home the destination in mind. Mirajane had put some foil over his untouched dinner, knowing that he'd be hungry for it soon enough. "About this place?"

"What about it?"

"You know, old houses and all their...issues."

"Like you just live in the most modern apartment in the world."

"What about lead paint? Huh? That's a thing, ain't it?"

"Unless you're eating paint chips on the regular, I think your safe."

"Any rusty nails about? That I might step on? I'm a guild master now, Mirajane; I can't be taken down by tetanus."

"I don't even know what that is." Still, Mira thought some as she said, "I do have a big dog though."

"A what? You do not."

"I do so."

"I've never heard you mention this."

"Well, because he's the neighborhood's dog, really. But mostly mine. He sleeps in my front yard. So you'll have to run for it."

"Run for what? The dog?"

"The door. He doesn't like strangers."

"Maybe I don't like dogs, huh? And I'll just fill him up with lightning."

"And maybe you won't be invited inside."

"I'm liking the sound of my place more and more," he griped with a frown down at her. "Demon."

But she only held her head high, continuing on at his side as she said, "But it's missing the most important thing."

"What's that? Huh?"

"Me, dragon."

Well…

"Besides," she went on as he only stifled a bit, unable to find a suitable retort (when she had him beat, she had him beat), "I still have a lot of impressing to do, once we get there. Don't I?"

"Yeah," he was able to get out, excited by the thought now. He found himself adding regardless, "But keep your dog away from me."

"If you start coming around more, you won't be so much of a stranger."

"Get your brother and sister out of the house more and maybe I'll think about it."

"Really?"

Mira skeptical, but Laxus' arm only fell over her shoulders, pulling her close. They usually didn't do this, so publicly. It was bad enough, him walking with her, his fluffy coat draped off his shoulders, but they could easily just claim he was being a good guy, walking her home and all, jacket for the cold. This gesture, however, was far harder to explain away. Still, Mirajane didn't resist his hold and, as they walked along, she wished they could be like this more.

"One day," Laxus promised, softly, when she expressed it to him later that night, looking rather content in what he claimed was too small of bed, for the two of them, and sheets not fit to grace the body of such a high esteemed man. As she sat beside him, toying with her guitar, the music lulling him to sleep, Laxus only shut his eyes, impressed less by the woman and more with how good it felt, how real it felt, to just be them, there, in her home. "Demon."

She sure hoped so.

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                                 Lover As Our Ships.  

I Forget That You Existed.

Literally Nayoung to everyone in her life before, including mostly SPB, the Nameless and even Kim Yura. 

How many days did I spend thinking 'Bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong? Lived in the shade you were throwing 'Til all of my sunshine was gone, gone, gone 

Also Keun to SPB... Everyone to SPB, that company is trash. But look:

Sent me a clear message Taught me some hard lessons I just forget what they were It's all just a blur

And don’t even get me started on the chorus. 

Cruel Summer

At first, I thought, damn, I don’t have any ship for that because it’s about a breakup and stuff... But then it cleared my mind and now I think it’s two at the same time. First, Minhye and Jukan at college times.

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night You know that I caught it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price You know that I bought it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

[...]

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine I'm not buying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times We're not trying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) 

But it just doesn’t stop there, it also gave me little hints of Anna and Kuen.

I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh) Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

[...]

And I screamed for whatever it's worth "I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

Lover

We got mixes feelings about this one, it literally could be any ship at some specific moment, so I really don’t know. However, I still keep my word that Hana and Mark were the first one that came to my mind when i listened to this song for the first time, probably because of The Archer and because of the state they are in right now that makes it easy for me to see Hana listening to this one right now and thing “Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?” and “All's well that ends well to end up with you”. Anyways, it also reminds me of Nayoung and Keun because of tHE MAGNETIC FORCE OF A MAn, and for the same reason, I can imagine Bonghu and Sanchan. And let’s not forget of Julie and Valak, they also marked this song as theirs. Oh my god, it also reminds me of Minhye and Jukan, for christ's sakes.

The Man

Speaking of her, that’s very Minhye. And nAYoung TOO. Actually, Nayoung seems like the type that would pick a lyrics from this song and posts on her stories, she is that kind of person right now. That’s official I even put on yes girl, there is no going back. But just... look:

Would you like to worry about drinkin' and dollars? And getting bitches and models? And it's so good if you're bad And it's okay if you're mad If I was out flashing my dollars I'd be a bitch, not a baller They'd paint me out to be bad So, it's okay that I'm mad

The Archer

To all the Hopeless Romantics I did before. I’m serious, this song is every single little bitch that's too hopeless romantic. It started with Hana, then I thought of Haneul, probably Kim Yura too, Anna & Clay. 

'Cause cruelty wins in the movies I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

(JUST LOOK AT ANNA AND KIM YURA RIGHT THERE)

And I cut off my nose just to spite my face Then I hate my reflection for years and years

(HANEULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL)

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost The room is on fire, invisible smoke And all of my heroes die all alone Help me hold onto you

(CLAY)

I Think He Knows

Speaking of Clay, this song radiates Allen and Clay. But before that, I totally thought about Yehjin and Chang too. So well, probably both.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm 17, nobody understands No one understands

Seriously? That’s Clay about Allen.

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We could follow the sparks, I'll drive Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We could follow the sparks, I'll drive "So where we gonna go?" I whisper in the dark "Where we gonna go?" I think he knows

And this is so Yehjin and Chang, hell yes.

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

Chines & Chihye. There is none else for this, I swear because I’ve looked up.

You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you Than I was at 16, lost in a film scene Waving homecoming queens, marching band playing I'm lost in the lights 

YES, SHALL WE ALL BE SAD ABOUT THIS?

I'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men? Darling, I'm scared (Ah)

Keep listening...

No cameras catch my muffled cries I counted days, I counted miles To see you there, to see you there And now the storm is coming, but

And finally...

It's you and me, that's my whole world They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl" (Okay) The whole school is rolling fake dice You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes [...] We're so sad, we paint the town blue Voted most likely to run away with you

Paper Rings

Oh my god, the first time I listened to this song I was “maybe it’s Bonghu and Sanchan”. bUT reading the lyrics I’m so shocked because it’s Raye and Kaili, and fuck this song is very them... From the instrumental to the lyrics, everything.

The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet [...] Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Shut up, this is totally about the beer pong! And then suddenly by the end of the year the fact they are together... 

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Shut UPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so

Cof cof, that’s for Julie. Costance said, “suck it”. 

Also, let’s not forget the part she keeps referring to him as “Baby Boy”.

Cornelia Street

Listen to me, I get the feeling this is Jinhyung and Kyungri. There is no further explanation on how I get to this conclusion, I just felt like it. 

We were a fresh page on the desk Filling in the blanks as we go As if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead Leading us home 

Hm??

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again That's the kinda heartbreak time could never mend I'd never walk Cornelia Street again And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away 

I had to do a whole specification about this, but can you get the feeling that when they finally realized that they didn’t want to cheat or be with anyone else just because what they had was enough? That’s the feeling. Perhaps it’s also about the fact that they were falling so hard that they just suddenly were like ‘that’s true, i don’t want anyone else besides you and this thought kind of terrifies me a little bit’, you know?!  

You hold my hand on the street Walk me back to that apartment Years ago, we were just inside Barefoot in the kitchen Sacred new beginnings That became my religion, listen 

Totally talking about they sneaking wndr’s dorm to be together.  

Death By A Thousand Cuts

I never had this vision about this breakup until reading this song’s lyrics, but this is probably Seulgi when Hailey and she broke up. Yes, very random, yes, you probably didn’t expect this one but it’s true, let me show you.

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts Flashbacks waking me up I get drunk, but it's not enough ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier's still flickering here ’Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not

Very weird seeing Seulgi demonstrate any type of feeling, she probably felt this because they were together for a significant amount of time and Hailey traveled back to her country to sort her things out so... You can imagine how lonely Seulgi must have felt for a while. 

I dress to kill my time, I take the long way home I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright They say, "I don't know" And what once was ours is no one's now I see you everywhere, the only thing we share Is this small town You said it was a great love, one for the ages But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?

Seriously? This is totally Seulgi trying to figure out where to move from aside WNDR and Hailey, although she did figure it out somehow I can see why she was confused and a little upset even though she totally agreed with Hailey that the best thing was to break it off. 

Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch My body, my love, my trust (It's death by a thousand cuts) But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, no, no

And with that, I rest my case.

London Boy

This would be Nayoung if it was called “Jeju Boy”, also Linlin would take a ride and sing it too if that was the title. Throwback that this is also Taewoon and Hojin (screams and sobs at the same time). If it was “Canadian Boy”, it could be Clay. Wait is Allen from where? IS HE BRITISH? I Thought hE Was AmeriCAn. And finally, if someone does a cover saying “London Girl”, then it’s definitely Evie and Sunny, or even me for wolfie. Yes. I love this song is so catchy, could be anyone talking about their crush, it’s really cute.

Soon You’ll Get Better

You know what this song it's about, let’s skip the crying. 

False God

Haneul & Hyuntae. FUCK THIS SONG I SWEAR, IF IT WAS KOREAN I WOULD SAY HANEUL WROTE IT AND GAVE IT TO TAYLOR. SERIOUSLY JUST LOOK AT THE DESCRIPTION BY GENIUS: ”False God” uses heavy religious imagery to compare Swift’s relationship with current boyfriend Joe Alwyn to something all-powerful and greater than themselves.”

We were crazy to think Crazy to think that this could work Remember how I said I'd die for you? We were stupid to jump In the ocean separating us Remember how I’d fly to you?

Oh, boy, shut up Haneul.

They all warned us about times like this They say the road gets hard and you get lost When you're led by blind faith, blind faith 

Also laughing about the part she says: “ You're the West Village”, change it to UN Village and it’s good to go.

You Need To Calm Down

That's us. And also Hailey. And also sweetpea.

Afterglow

Oh, here we go. Okay, this song is Linlin and Mingyu. I still can’t get over how much this song is them, seriously, I’ll just show the lyrics and let us be sad for the time being.

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue Put you in jail for something you didn’t do I pinned your hands behind your back, oh Thought I had reason to attack, but no 

[...]

Hey, it's all me, in my head I'm the one who burned us down But it's not what I meant Sorry that I hurt you I don't wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you (Ooh) I don’t wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you (Ooh) I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don't go Meet me in the afterglow

[...]

I lived like an island, punished you with silence Went off like sirens, just crying Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It’s on your face, don't walk away, I need to say

[...]

Tell me that you're still mine Tell me that we'll be just fine Even when I lose my mind I need to say Tell me that it's not my fault Tell me that I'm all you want Even when I break your heart

Yeah, I KNOW.

ME!

I hate that song, next. 

I’m kidding, this actually brings me good memories even though it’s kind of insupportable. As for a ship, this is Kim Yura and Abe Chiyo. Eleanor and Zeev!!! And WNDR when they are getting ready in the dorm.

I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh I know I never think before I jump And you're the kind of guy the ladies want (And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

[...]

I know that I went psycho on the phone I never leave well enough alone And trouble's gonna follow where I go

I underestimated how much of Eleanor and Zeev this is.

I know I tend to make it about me I know you never get just what you see But I will never bore you, baby

YeAH, BoY.

It’s Nice To Have A Friend

Me to You, until I realized this was a romantic song and went all “well’... So, to sum up, as a ship this is straight-up Gok Inna and Pyongho. Just check out the genius description: “ Infused with steel drums, It’s Nice to Have A Friend is a dreamy ballad about two friends meeting in school and ending up getting married. It recalls the similar love story of children growing up together and falling in love.” We don’t even need to read the lyrics after that, I agree. 

Daylight

This is another song with different ships to different situations. First, it’s Yohan and Sebin. Jinah and Bokyum. Danbi and Daehyun... Basically, everyone that went through a lot before finding their true love. Again, let’s take a look at the Genius description: “In the final song on her album Lover, Taylor Swift sings about struggling through previous relationships, beginning to doubt her ability to find true love, until she meets someone who brightens her life in a new way. She refers to being unlucky in love in the past, but when she meets her new partner, she only wants to focus on them and their happiness together.” Gotcha?

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

I can only think of Yohan and Sebin finding each other, but you could also see where I thought about there other two here too. Jinah and Bokyum? Totally random but totally meant to be. And Danbi and Daehyun were both like in a love maze thing until they realized how stupid they were since the start. 

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky And so I became the butt of the joke I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now It's brighter now, now

I swear TO GOD, THIS SONG!!!!! What a great way to finish an album and my thread... *heart emoji*

[wannawrite]

The Royals - KD [ pt.2 ]

who?: Wanna One’s Kang Daniel 

genre: 🌺🌸

type: bullet point 

TW:  violence, guns - GUN! CONTROL!, profanity

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part two \ two 

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mafia! AU 

you’ve always known he could break bones, but you never thought Kang Daniel was capable of breaking your heart 

concludes daniel’s story! sorry this literally took a decade to upload, hope y’all ain’t starved 

- Admin L 

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING 

time went on as usual 

eventually, you announced to your friends and family that you and Daniel were no longer a thing 

it was tragic sad

at least your friends never left your side through the thick and thin 

JooE even offered to throw away the painting she had painted but you insisted she keep it 

you avoided him as much as you could at school 

not much because he was literally EVERYWHERE 

last time, you appreciated the fact you too had so many clashing classes and lunch slots...

now they just were more opportunities for the dagger lodged in your chest to sink deeper 

• thankfully, Daniel didn’t shoot a sad puppy dog look or a cheery smile because you would hAVE CRACKED INTO PIECES AND GOTTEN BACK WITH HIM YEAH 

whipped 

whipped enough for you to still congratulate him on graduation day and made that a final goodbye to your ex-boyfriend 

okay maybe you were just a courteous person 

you wondered how his mafia was doing 

how was Jeon Somi? what was Ong Seongwoo up to? 

after a short two days of staying at Somi’s apartment - she got you out of the wrecked Kang mansion - you grew attached to her and considered her your friend 

however, you only managed to get her KakaoTalk and due to her busy schedule, she almost never replied to your messages 

in a sense, you missed out on the exciting mafia lifestyle 

but better safe than sorry right? especially when dealing with the law 

some people just weren’t cut out to be part of organised crime associations 

sometimes...whenever you let your mind wander, it would take you to an alternate universe where you had stayed with Daniel 

here Daniel had accepted your help and stuck with you 

a world where you too held the mark of a royal - a tattooed crown 

you would be one of them 

and it would be you and Daniel. Both of you missions together, going up against NCT, fighting side by side 

mundane school life thrown into the wind, caution tossed far away 

you could be travelling all over the globe with the love of your life, tracking down NCT members and claiming heists

that could’ve been your new life

but it wasn’t 

and Daniel wasn’t involved in your current...that bit kind of sucked the most if you were completely honest 

...you wanted him, and all of his dark secrets 

haha but you had neither 

strangely, life seemed well enough for you to forget the majority of the details, only remembering the important parts 

life goes on

people move on 

so why the hell was there a bitter aftertaste on the tip of your tongue when you saw a post on IG with Daniel in it 

he seemed to be posing with close friends, pulling candid faces 

who tf are they and why do I still follow them 

@kinghwan 

uhhh Kim Jaehwan from that one Christmas part from 3 years ago? 

it was more of your cousin’s party, which is why you only knew your family there

you think you only followed him because he followed you? 

how does he know Daniel? 

why is Daniel so important to him that he must appear in one of the three pictures on his feed 

+ Jaehwan has a lot of followers 14k...they’ll all be seeing Daniel 

WHAT THE HELL 

...those kinds of things happened occasionally 

look that dumb prick went drinking again and he spent money on a bitter Hite can 

stupid...I bet he couldn’t even walk into his house that night 

wait, why do I still care? 

graduation was the last incident you had seen him face to face 

surprisingly, he disappeared right after school had ended, as if he vanished from the face of the earth 

perhaps it was another Kang Daniel effect 

at least he was gone 

that part helped your brain to more or less erase a small chunk of your memories of him 

you just hoped he wasn’t gone for good 

anyway 

you drew out your own map, paved your own path, created an individual route in life 

did whatever the hell you wanted to do 

whatever deemed morally and lawfully correct that is 

be good children okay 

whenever you could, you worked as a flight attendant on one of the country’s top airlines to fund your college tuition 

the stack law school fees weren’t going to pay themselves 

not to be nsfw but here I am organising baguettes on a jet powered by dinosaur bones, flying through clouds  

‘WE HAVE 2 MINUTES BEFORE BOARDING STARTS. WHERE ARE THE BREAD TRAYS.’ 

keep :) calm :)) 

I’m sure everyone is familiar with how boarding a plane works 

you’re checking people’s boarding passes as they march into the aircraft 

some of the names start ringing bells into your head 

fire alarm bells 

Kim Jaehwan 

Kim Chungha 

Ong Seongwoo 

Kim Sohye 

WAIT 

 AS IN THE ONG SEONGWOO FROM FOUR YEARS AGO 

THE KIM JAEHWAN FROM THREE YEARS AGO 

they’re dressed like ordinary passengers, but black masks hide the bottom half of their face 

is Seongwoo wearing circle lenses? 

why the hell are they flying economy when they have 11 private jets? 

just what are The Royals up to now 

f o u r  years ago...it was about trying to salvage Daniel’s relationship with you, protecting you two from NCT 

what are they doing now? 

The Royals: Where are they now? not clickbait

a heist? an ambush attack? meeting with dealers? meeting with NCT? or had their enemy changed? 

dealers as in firearm and car dealers...not drugs 

don’t do drugs kids

and don’t buy illegal firearms or cars, you’ll end up in jail 

just don’t do illegal things 

a small fraction of your heart began to beat wildly once again 

this was the first time you had such a close encounter with people you thought had been left in your past 

a brief look of recognition crossed Seongwoo’s eyes when his gaze fell on you but he pressed his lips together and continued moving down the aisle 

great...just fantastic, the whole gang of them are sitting in the rows I’m in charge of in 

do! not! crack! now! 

Jaehwan couldn’t possibly remember me because he spent the whole party with my cousins and ended up drunk playing the piano 

Seongwoo would’ve shown some sort of response if he remembered 

so, I’m just another flight attendant 

good 

nothing’s gonna happen 

even with that phrase chanting in your head, your hands still shook and heat still scorched the back of your neck 

you simply could not stop yourself from observing them, your eyes rarely left the four faces 

so much so you almost dropped an entire tray of drinks on another passenger 

finally, after serving the passengers’ lunch, you got a chance to catch your breath

‘tired?’ your colleague asked you as she fanned her face, trying to stall the melting of her makeup 

‘definitely, work never stops,’ you replied with a chuckle 

you wondered why she was pulling a weird face and gesturing to ‘turn around’

when you did, you nearly smacked into a girl who bore a black mask 

• your co-worker stepped out of the pantry, closing the thick purple curtain behind her 

‘how can I he-‘ 

it all happened in one fluid motion 

the girl’s hand curled around your throat, your body slammed into the cabinet-lined walls, a gust of breath leaving your lungs 

‘who sent you to keep watching us?’ she snarled, ripping away her black mask 

‘I-I...’ well, what on earth were you going to say? she wouldn’t believe me anyway 

‘don’t test my patience. I won’t spare a second in stopping your air supply.’ There was a furious glint in her eyes, but you had seen this look before

it was the look Daniel gave you when he broke up with you 

it wasn’t out of pure aggression or force, she just wanted to protect her friends

he just wanted to protect you 

maybe himself too 

a bit too late to understand now....

oxygen was rapidly dwindling in your bloodstream and your head began to throb

the sound of metal scraping metal and the curtain being pulled open called you back to consciousness 

‘sohye! want the hell are you doing?’ 

Seongwoo? 

he yanked the girl - supposedly 

Sohye - off you, allowing you to heave deep breath 

Seongwoo restrained her from you, ignoring her attempts to break free. ‘Calm down! It’s them. They...they’re Daniel’s ex.’ 

she froze in her spot, like a deer caught in the headlights 

wow who knew being Daniel’s ex was such a big deal 

who knew it would get me killed? 

‘I-I t-thought NCT sent them. We have no clue who to trust nowadays; NCT has spies everywhere!’ Sohye hissed in a hushed tone 

Seongwoo nodded understandingly, his eyes darting around to ensure the three of you weren’t being watched 

he turned to face you

‘I need you to come with us.’ 

your brows knitted together, puzzled, not quite making sense of what he was trying to tell you 

I’m not a Royal? I haven’t seen one in 4 years 

‘This plane is headed to Dubai right now. There, a jet is waiting to take us to London,’ Sohye explained 

clog wheels began churning rapidly in your head, trying to understand what they were saying 

‘We’re going to see Daniel.’ 

blood coursing through your veins froze, your eyes went round like hard candy, everything around you seemed to stand still 

Kang Daniel, it’s been more than four years since I’ve seen you 

I never imagined that our first meeting would be like this

‘how the hell do you expect me to get out of my job?’ you retorted to the four gang members. ‘I’m due the next flight back to Seoul.’ 

Chungha let out a chuckle. ‘We’ve got connections. I bet someone is already filling your spot.’ 

The Royals were powerful enough to let your strict boss let you off so easily 

ridiculous 

you took a glance at your small overnight luggage and back at the Royalty 

deep breaths 

think about it...it’s now or never 

‘okay, let’s go.’ 

Seongwoo grinned, he grabbed the handle of your luggage. ‘Woojin is waiting in the jet for us.’ 

...hmm...don’t think my chances of escape were high anyway 

Kang Daniel is one rich prick 

I love him 

NO 

you just like his private jet 

who wouldn’t fall in love with the jet that had polished wood floors, plush calf leather seats and a seemingly unlimited supply of food and beverages 

there were even private bedrooms for night flights 

luxurious 

Jaehwan heaved a deep sigh of relief when the plane wheels left the tarmac runway 

he looked like he was just pale of fainting 

‘NCT was watching us. I could feel their eyes on me. Those young kids Jisung and Chenle are unbelievably sneaky.’ 

• is anyone else shook by how drastically nct dream has changed bc me 

‘wait, NCT was around this whole time?’ you asked, chewing the inside of your lips nervously 

‘yeah, they’ve gotten wind of you and more information. Some weird idea of Taeyong’s decided that you were a threat and needed to be eliminated too,’ Chungha spoke up 

‘our mission was to take you to HQ in London, where there are fewer NCT associates. Somi sent us.’ 

‘Daniel doesn’t know......’ 

oh 

wonderful, I’m going to give him the surprise of a lifetime 

‘And I had no idea what you looked like until today, sorry I tried to kill you just now.’ Sohye apologised, smiling sheepishly 

you wondered if it was a common saying among The Royals

‘how’s Daniel?’ you blurted out, unable to keep your curiosity at bay. A warm blush suffused into your cheeks 

the four members snickered with knowing smirks on their faces 

‘He’ll be pleasantly surprised to see you in person. I’m sick of him staring at polaroids in his wallet all day.’ 

it was safe to say that made your blush redder than a tomato and butterflies erupt in your stomach 

uh those butterflies morphed into blood sucking leeches by the time you found yourself packed away into a limousine and on the way to The Royals London HQ 

why London? did they expand so wide internationally? 

you just had too many questions 

Daniel...Daniel...Daniel...Daniel was the keyword that chanted in your brain 

the HQ was a very low-key building, unlike the lavish apartment complex in Korea 

till smack in the middle of the busiest centre of the city

it seemed like a classic office building, just extremely well-guarded

you figured there weren’t many Royals wandering around London 

‘c’mon, this way,’ Jaehwan whispered, leading the whole gang - now inclusive of Woojin, the pilot - through an entrance, easily passing by security. ‘Daniel isn’t around-‘ 

‘well, well,’ a voice called out 

h i m 

i miss him

i miss that voice so much, but I never thought anxiety would arise when he called out to us 

‘h-hyung...’ 

Daniel’s steely eyes bore into yours, his gaze had changed, his overall appearance had gone through a massive transformation 

though, you swear those liquid brown orbs softened when he recognised who you were 

‘you brought them here? who is responsible for this?’ Daniel growled out through clenched teeth 

before anyone could open their mouth to respond, you voiced out, ‘It was me.’ 

everyone’s eyes were on you, revealing their true shock 

‘I-I contacted Seongwoo after many years of searching...and then I begged him to intercept my Dubai flight to take me here because...because I knew you would be here,’ you fibbed, hoping it was believable at least for a second 

you answered all his unspoken questions. ‘I missed you, Daniel. Is that such a crime?’ 

a huff came from his devilish lips, he gestured for you to follow him as the others retreated

Daniel lead you into a study on the far side of the building, the pristine floor-length glass windows offered a fantastic view of the city below 

his expensive taste was evident from the fabulous art pieces that decorated the walls, the sparkling dark mahogany furniture and a knitted couch 

suddenly, you felt Daniel’s arms snake around your waist, his soft lips came onto yours, deepening the kiss with urgency 

‘I’ve been wanting to do that for forever,’ he muttered against your lips after pulling away to catch his breath 

he continued before you could say a word. ‘I was absolutely furious when I heard about Somi’s mission. All I wanted was to keep you safe, but here I was doing the exact opposite.’ 

huh? not a single NCT member could come to your mind just pondering about it? 

Daniel shot you an unamused yet worried look 

‘did you really think Lucas was a nice guy from church? he’s the biggest sinner I’ve ever encountered.’ The surety in Daniel’s voice was alarming 

‘...which is why you’re here now...and I kissed you...’ 

you want to yell at him, shred his expensive paintings and throw marble statues at him 

but you can’t 

‘you were a real bastard for leaving me four years ago,’ you spit, meaning every single word. ‘Don’t think I’m going to waltz right into your arms again.’ 

not that you want to hurt him, you just want him to realise what he’s done wrong 

okay yeah maybe you do want Daniel to regret leaving you in the dust 

‘I know. I’m sorry I was a such a coward, I was wrong.’ 

the very tips of his ears begin to go red as he takes a step away from you, backing straight into his desk 

only two picture frames sit on the tabletop, one of them of his elite unit and the other frame held a picture of him and you 

if NCT broke in, they would get every single bit of information without trying too hard 

I suppose that’s why there are guards patrolling EVERYWHERE 

Daniel’s shock towards your next words was clearly written all over him 

ah yes he knocked over his laptop 

‘it’s okay, I understand. I would’ve done the same if I was in that position. That doesn’t excuse the fact I’m still hurt and upset over that incident but we grow up and mature, I think we don’t have to be petty about it.’ 

internally, a conflict was stirring but being the mature person you are, you were willing to get Daniel back as a friend 

hopefully, you won’t be s w o o n i n g into his hold after 2 seconds 

Daniel perked up immediately, his eyes glazed over dreamily. ‘Serious?’ 

‘woah lover boy, I’m not going to be kissing your lips again!’ you hurl with a playful - almost flirty - chuckle. ‘I’m saying we can be friends.’ 

we all know what happens from here onwards 

‘reeeeaaallllyyyy?’ Daniel drawls out, flashing an enchanting smile. He sweeps you off your feet, planting you on the desk 

your heart begins to pound as he leans in, lips barely brushing your earlobes

‘you’re so certain about that, aren’t you?’ 

face is pink 

Daniel is too cheesy 

avoiding his alluring moves is hard work but you still try your best 

‘yes, of course, I am.’ 

he pouts sulkily like the young teenager you recall him to be 

‘fine then. want to grab dinner together?’ 

the offer is extremely tempting but you know you’ll fall in DEEP 

‘daniel...I really shouldn’t’ 

‘what? two friends can’t eat dinner together? that’s a tad bit unfair, don’t you think?’ Daniel points out, furrowing his brow. His eyes say he’s won it all 

how bad could this be? 

very 

how long am I going to live for? 

better, how long will Daniel stay with me? 

‘okay then,’ you agree, seemingly nonchalant while your heartbeat speeds up. ‘Pick a place and tell me the dress code. After, we have to talk about this whole NCT thing.’ 

he nods too excitedly, unable to contain his enthusiasm 

anticipation 

the WANT to go on a date with Daniel again arises after years of suppression 

a fresh start 

saving the story from the very end is the best beginning 

perhaps, Daniel was still the guy who held that special place in your heart 

even though he messed up a few years back, nothing could be worse than living unforgiven 

too merciful to leave him in misery 

I won’t live regretting my actions anymore 

I just hope that...Daniel was lying when he said he didn’t love me 

if not I’m calling Somi and we’re getting out of here lol 

I’ve  a l w a y s  loved them, I should never have pushed them away 

‘just wait and see, being in love gets you places.’

[darrowsrising]

Villans

#astrearants #kinda

Trigger warning for strong language (you’d think that a law student would write a rant without foul language, but really, if it doesn’t provoke some thoughts it isn’t honest)

Look, don’t get me wrong. I love The Joker and his ‘do it because it’s funny’ way of thinking. But the fact is, not many villans can pull that off. That’s why The Joker wanna-bes are boring, lack substance and are overused.

Pierce Brown writes really amazing “villans”. I put it between quotes (or whatever this “ is called), because the world isn’t split between the bad guys and the good guys.

Octavia au Lune ruled like her father before her and his father before him. She burned Rhea to mentain control over her Empire. She brainwashed Reds into believing that The Sons of Ares are destroying Earth and they have to terraform the Planets as quickly as possible, while treating them as slaves. Under her rule, like others before hers, the Board of Quality Control destroyed life after life without a care, Violets were pumped full of drugs in circuses, Pinks were used and abused and sterillized, Obsidians were gladiators who killed for Gold entertainment if they escaped the ice. Even Golds were made to kill each other at the Institute. You read Red Rising, you know the story. She even killed her own daughter and her husband so she made sure they never tried to overthrow her. But Octavia loved her grandson. And her Furies. She loved Luna and would have gave her throne to Adrius to save it from nuclear war. Octavia believed that all that she does must be done. There is the only way to live in peace. It’s a fucked up philosophy, but she nuked Rhea so the civil war won’t start. One moon against an entire galaxy. The choice was tough, but clear in my books.

Roque was never really loved by his family. He wasn’t powerful like Darrow or Tactus or Cassius. His skills were more of the strategic sort. He was an artist at war and outside of it. He loved too deeply, too easily. A person’s loyalties are as follows: themselves, their family, their Color, The Sovereign, The Society. (Also the last three can be morphed into one easily under Octavia’s rule). Although Roque was loved by his friends, he sold them out, because he couldn’t accept Darrow’s views. For him, Octavia’s views were all he knew. It was right. Gold was made to rule. His loved ones died because of Darrow’s beliefs, so they were wrong. He killed himself at the end as any Gold would do in his place. Better die than lose. He was a Gold until the very end. But he wasn’t evil. He simply believed in the wrong things.

Adrius au Augustus was the result of perpetual abuse from his father combined with the lack of love he felt due to isolation and childhood trauma caused by his mother’s death. Mustang would have been like that if she hadn’t had the Telemanuses. They saved her from herself in a way/ They showered her with love and understanding and told her stories about heroes who protected the weak. Adrius lived in Claudius’s shadow. His father didn’t love him because he wasn’t Claudius. So he killed him so Nero would have no choice, but to love him. Didn’t work. He tried to win the Institute by all means so his father would be proud. Didn’t work. He tried anything to gain the title of Nero au Augustus’s heir and son. Even killed the potential candidates (Leto). Didn’t work. The last drop was Nero loving a Red as his own blood. He killed him, beause if he can’t have Nero’s love, no one will have it, especially a Red. If people won’t love him, they shall fear him.

The Ash Lord, Julia au Bellona, the Rath-Valii, the Falthe and all their allies . They all believe that Gold must rule, not shepard.  And it is a way of thinking. Wrong if you ask me.

In Iron Gold we see diffrent points of view that now shape the Republic. Darrow is tired. Can’t stand the war, the commands of his 'superiors’ who sit their bums in a chair and scream bloody murder without actually doing something. He wants to live in peace, but no one lets him, not even his conciousness. He has to honor his duty, but people are dying at the hands of the Syndicate, the Red Hand, radiation, famine, so on and so forth. And really, I understand people’s frustrations with Darrow, but if you really believe that Magnus au Grimmus and Julia au Bellona really want peace with the Republic, you need to re-read Red Rising. They believe in Gold must rule, everyone must obey, but on Octavia’s level, which means slavary, bloodshed, corruption etc. Do you really think Julia would forsake her revenge for peace? Do you think Magnus would forgive the death of his daughters? Aja was massacrated, Moira was carbonized. Dancer can’t forgive Golds and wants 10 Reds in the Senate for every Gold, but he wants to make peace with the Ass Lord. The irony doesn’t escape me.

Back on track. Lyria is a Gamma. Of course she feels it was better in the mines. Her people always won the LaurelTide. But no one deserves to be forsaken in a refugee camp, their family massacrated, their hopes crushed. And Lambda are bitches at this point. Her fury is perfectly understandable. Her experience shows us how in theters The Republic really is.

In Ephraim’s case, though, I can only say that grief doesn’t give a flying fuck about how many years have been. But his grief doesn’t justify wanting all the Golds, the Whites, the Coppers dead. It won’t bring Trigg back, it would destabilize the society and it will provoke fear. If there is something salvageable in him, I’d say that he isn’t really a bad man. He makes the wrong choices.

 Imagine if Darrow never let go of his grief for Eo. If he never fell in love again (against all odds no less), if he never met Sevro or Fitchner or any of his friends? He would either have been like Ephraim, either he would have been like Titus.

Lysander on the other hand isn’t exactly bad or evil either. He walks a fine line between what has been and what it is now. He can’t find his place in this new world the Reaper helped build and he can’t let go of the world he grew up in. The thing is Octavia killed his parents (Lorn believed they were killed because her daughter wanted her head. History repeats itself if you let it.) But the way Octavia raised him shaped him. Cassius was a guiding hand, but at his core Lysander was raised to be Peerless Scarred. To him, Mustang is an Usurper, The Empire was better than The Republic, Cassius betrayed his Sovereign. But he isn’t like Octavia. He is more like Romulus. Romulus and the Moon Lords believe in Iron Golds. They prefer the stoicism, unlike the Core who became infested with Pixies because of decadence. They all raise Peerless Scarreds and they are Peerless Scarreds. They train to be like that, beause it’s the highest honor for their Color, unless you are Iron Gold, which is doubtful, because that is practically God Level. The thing is these guys do everything with mesure. They eat only 80% of the food on the plate to show that they liked the food, but it didn’t overwhelm their senses, they have no servants or holoCan or holoNet until they are old enough to earn them. They don’t treat their servants in an excesivily bad manner, unless necessary, because as Octavia might have found out at some point, there is only so much you can take from people until they have nothing to lose and then they will turn against you.

The thing is Lorn saw Darrow as his son. And we might think that Lorn would have never accepted Darrow if he found out the truth. But Lorn has surprised us now and then. When he admitted that he should have let Tactus alive, because he would have become a better man for Darrow. Darrow is much more than Lorn could have ever guessed. He has seen a lot in a 100 years, but Darrow's power of getting people together and leading them with love was beyond his experience. I think Lorn would have at least understood Darrow.

Getting back on track, Lysander’s lack of parents shows. He makes idols and role models out of the people because he can’t figure out life on his own. And although Romulus’s phylosophy (even Darrow and Mustang liked some of it) is way better than Octavia’s, I think the little dude will find out on his own skin how life is really like. And it’s nothing Iron Golden about it.

Magnus au Grimmus and Julia au Bellona have their reasons to do what they do. They are both personal and duty bound. They lost their families, so their principles are all that is left. Gold shall rule upon all at whatever cost.

Pierce Brown’s world isn’t black and white. It complex and multi-dimesional. You can’t just hate with every fiber of your being, because in the end people aren’t either good or evil. It’s about perspective. In some eyes Darrow, Sevro, Mustang and the others are the villans who destroyed people’s lives. But that’s the beauty of this author’s works.

Ok, end of rant.

[thedouchebrigadesympathizer]

Hey ! It's that villain anon, my apology for not articulating my words correctly ! I'd been thinking a villain with just the default Stain ideals that didn't believe in harming children (cause even as a villain, who would hurt a child ??)

You didnt tell me who you’d wanna have the reader attack, so i chose Tomura. *finger guns* its cool Anon, i get what ya mean. Also, anyone in the league is cool with child murder its a fact. Maybe not so much Spinner, but everyone else is pretty much on board for some child murder, FUN TIMES.

You saw it from across the line of battle, beyond the heads of students who were fighting with everything they had to defend themselves and their school, you saw it. The fire in his eyes. Who he was fighting, you hadn’t been sure, but one swift upper cut of your fist and the young hero you had been fighting went limp- falling to the loose gravel and dirt poking out of blood splattered grass. They had fought hard, and sadly lost against you despite their efforts.

They would be alright, you knew this, just a few minor fractures or maybe a concussion, and in the end your opponent would be fine.

But the child challenging Tomura Shigaraki would not.

The student was one you had recognized many times before, with wild emerald locks and a constellation of freckles. He was fit, and one would have assumed he could have taken Tomura easy if it wasn’t for the older man’s quirk. He had even knocked the mask your leader wore clean off his face, and it sat forgotten in the rubble of the chaos surrounding everyone.

Tomura kept lunging, while the green haired boy kept meeting him head on. They parryed and met in a cloud of undeniable power, oh so close to abusing the life out of each other.

You were a villain. It was expected that there would be casualties from the students sides, but you had prayed they would have been accidents. But this, this battle you were witnessing as you barreled through the line to fire, this was intentional. This was a personal attack for Tomura Shigaraki, and this child would not walk away from this fight alive- unless you did something that is.

You danced from others as they struggled to attempt to engage you in another battle, the students of UA desperate to fight back with everything they had. Still, your evasions were easy and you were closing in to Tomura and the student, mind racing.

What were you going to do? You didn’t know. What was going to happen later? Did it matter? The child was innocent. He didn’t understand, he was unaware of the outcome to come, and despite your beliefs, you knew the wavy haired boy did not deserve the ruthless death was would receive at the hand of Tomura.

You were closer now, closer than you should have dared to be, practically flying across the battlefield. You could hear them shouting, the taunting calls from the pale haired man you called your leader, the cries of frustration from the young UA student.

The boy launched himself, thinking he caught Tomura with his guard down, only to have Tomura rip his arm to the side and send an invisible wave of power from the students hand out that ruptured the ground and sent the earth splintering in all directions. With lightning speed, the boys throat was captured between four fingers and his body was thrown into the air, held by a tight grip. Tomura watched as scarred hands came to grab his wrist, his own scarlet hues narrowing in satisfaction.

“Midoriya, I will certainly enjoy this!” Tomura gloated, throwing a hand back and tossing it back down to the boy, Midoriya’s, horrified face.

Or, he would have, if you hadn’t dived in and ripped Tomura’s lean form back, causing his hand to only hit the air. You drove your weight into him, catching his startled expression right before you spun out of control. The two of you went flying, spiraling far away from Midoriya, who fell uselessly to the ground and gulped greedy breaths of air.

You felt blunt nails claw at your throat, but ducked quickly from a deadly grip and heard the roar of rage beneath you.

“[Last Name!]” Your leader vibrated with a fire you couldn’t begin to explain, fear shooting through her body and heart beating erratically.

You struggled to hold him down, words and reasons caught for now behind your terrified mask. Tomura screaming obscenities and throwing his weight around in attempt to toss you off.

“You’re dead! You’re fucking dead! I’ll turn you to dust you stupid bastard!”

You straddled his chest, pinning his hands to the ground and screamed back at him, with the same amount of animosity.

“He is a child! A child Tomura Shigaraki!”

Tomura threw his head back, arching his back, kicked his legs. He made every attempt to escape your hold and expelled his fury, pupils near slits and practically foaming at the mouth. You shot a look over your shoulder, finding the Midoriya boy to be attempting to rise, your eyes widening.

“Don’t!” you warned, whipping your head back around to Tomura as his knee connected painfully with your spin, his obnoxiously long legs becoming just as much of a problem as his deadly touch. His fingers flexed, itching to shove themselves across your face and turn you to dust.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare fucking leave this battle, Izuku Midoriya!” Tomura shrieked, finally gaining the attention you had hoped he wouldn’t from your comrades.

“Run!” You shouted over Tomura’s rant. “Run, Izuku Midoriya!”

You couldn’t be sure he took your advice, your attention focused on subduing the man under you, and the warp gate that flickered a dark violet that appeared at your side.

You felt the ghost of a grip on your waist, which dragged you off the ranting mad man, and dropped you through the warp gate.

You fell in a eerily familiar place, the bar of The League.

You had been expelled from the mission.

You were in trouble.

In fact, you thought, settling on your knees and rubbing anxiously at your chest.

You were dead.

Dull thuds of footfalls were heard as another portal opened, Dabi appearing, followed closely by Spinner. Each of them look like they had seen hell, covered in ash, blood and dirt. Normally they would be grinning, two boys who loved to battle such as they did, but at that moment, they wore somber looks.

“He wants us to kill you.” Dabi said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You fucked up his chance to finally kill that Izuku kid.”

Spinner dropped to the ground beside you, kneeling and searching your eyes. “What the fuck do you do that for? Do you know what you just fucking did?”

You looked between them before rubbing at your jaw,  shaking your head. “Stain. Stain wouldn’t want Izuku to die. No one innocent like those students either.”

“You fucked up, [First Name].” Dabi muttered, scratching at his temple before nodding to the door with a tight frown. “Run.”

You straightened yourself, brows furrowing. “I’m not going to run.”

“Run.” Spinner mirrored Dabi’s words. “We’ll tell Shigaraki you were already gone.”

“I’m not going to run-”

“Then walk.” Spinner grabbed under your arms, hauling you up and shoving you at the door. “But get outta here.”

You stumbled, catching yourself on the bar counter and snapping you head to the boys. “I-”

“Go.” Dabi insisted, pointing to the exit. “This is your last fucking chance. I mean it. You were our comrade once. I don’t want to kill a fellow Stain Idealist, neither does Spinner. So get the fuck out of here, and don’t look back.”

You struggled to find an argument, but their eyes were screaming for you to listen, pleading with you to escape. So, with one last look to them both, you fled.

It wasn’t until you flew outside the front door that you heard a familiar roar of anger, and Tomura’s voice could be heard, shouting your name for all the neighbourhood to hear.

Did he follow you? No.

Did you almost hope he would, if just so you could finish what you started? Yes.