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[biaspackrat]

PARK JUNSEO of BAE173, team 15:00 Christopher's Bad, Union Match, Team C DANCE

[the-common-cowgirl]

The Blood of the Dragon - Chatpter 38: Sacrifice.

TBOTD CH 38 is being posted to tumblr first and A03 at an indefinite later date due to issues A03 is working through.

TBOTD is rated Explicit due to adult themes and I do not recommend reading this posted chapter as your introduction to this fic. To find the full fic, go here.

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Alice finally reached the bakery in Flea Bottom an hour or two before dusk with her feet aching, blistered, and bleeding…but she didn’t feel the ache on her soles. No, Alice couldn’t feel anything superficial anymore due to the heart inside her, that she was sure, no longer beat.

During the walk home, Alice used the time to think as her legs mindlessly took her home. The more Alice allowed herself to think, the more her heart began to break. The more her heart broke, the harsh understanding that she couldn’t stay under Aemond’s overbearing wing weighed heavier on her.

So, as soon as Alice unlocked the shop doors, she made a bee-line for the apartment steps with one goal in mind: to pack her bags. Alice wasn’t sure where she’d escape to but she knew there was nothing here, in King’s Landing, for her anymore. The bakery and everything she and her family worked so hard for: a lie. The family she knew and loved: gone. Even her best friend, Cat, no longer wanted her.

As Alice left her childhood bedroom with nothing more than a drawstring bag, she passed the bathroom one last time and decided, if she was going to leave, the last thing she could do was wash any evidence of her past off - almost like a ceremony. So, Alice stripped and hopped into the shower, turning the heat up as hot as it would go and letting the beads of what felt like, molten lava, hit her skin.

Closing her eyes, Alice thought of Aemond again. She thought of his devotion to her and she wondered if it was loyalty to her or who he thought she was or should be. Of course, the room of Alys’ was real, along with the evidence it held within. Alice had seen it with her own eyes, but, she thought long and hard, under that scorching water of the apartment shower head, if she was a real Alys or just another woman named Alice that Aemond had set his sights on and targeted selfishly for his life since she was born.

The water turned cold before Alice could reach an understanding of who she truly was to Aemond. She turned around and turned the shower off, flung the curtain open and grabbed a towel, wiping her face free of water and thought. She made a silent vow to herself then, reserve any thoughts of Aemond to only during her showers, that way, when she’s done cleaning herself, she could wipe her mind free as she dried herself.

Quickly, Alice dressed, grabbed her bag and started down the stairs with still dripping hair. She didn’t want to turn and give one final look to the place she had worked and lived for under the guise of a lie, but her head and eyes moved despite her brain and Alice gazed the bakery lobby once more before stepping out of the building. She felt nothing much to her sanity.

Turning, she locked the doors out of habit, then remembering, there was no use in the protection a locked door could give this bakery, it was corrupted from within, by it’s true owner, she left the keys in the door.

Alice took a deep breath, she would be leaving everything. All of it. Her life’s work, her family’s work, all behind her. She busted her ass as a teenager to keep this place open, she left and got a degree to run this place, she came back when her dad died and tried to pick the ruined finances up - all for nothing. All of it meant nothing. Resentment boiled up into her chest and Alice wanted to punch the door, shattering the glass… but she didn’t. She just turned and walked away, she supposed, as she always should have.

Alice had barely passed the bakery when she heard her name being shouted behind her by a familiar voice. She turned and furrowed her brows, “Cat?”

Cat came barreling down the empty sidewalk toward Alice and before she could realize what was going to happen, Cat jumped up and wrapped her arms around Alice’s neck, dangling. Cat’s signature sweet floral scent embraced Alice’s nose like a long long friend. It made Alice feel comforted, if only for a short time.

“Oh my gods Al, I’m so fucking sorry.” Cat was crying into Alice’s shoulder, buried in her wet hair.

“What-“ Alice began, confused then the memory of Cat’s action came flooding back in full force and Alice shoved Cat off of her. Alice held a composed face, trying to conceal her hurt and anger but Cat just looked devasted. “Sorry? That’s all? What about a fucking explanation Cat?”

Cat nodded and tears fell from her face at the speed of her nodding, “Absolutely, you deserve it.” Cat bit her lip.

Alice raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, waiting.

Cat motioned behind her, “Let’s sit down in the bakery and I’ll explain.”

Alice shook her head, “No, here. I’m not going back in there.”

Cat furrowed her brows causing more tears to squeeze out of her blotched eyes, “Why haven’t you been there? I’ve came by everyday.”

Alice’s anger subsided slightly, “You came by everyday?”

Cat nodded looking up to Alice with weeping doe eyes.

Alice breathed a sigh. Not sure what to say. What could she say? Did she want to listen to another excuse? What could excuse what Cat did to their friendship? Abandoning her in Alice’s time of need? Blocking her without warning or explanation? Did Alice want an excuse?

”If you don’t want to go back to the bakery, fine. We can call an Uber and go back to my place. Talk in private.” Cat gave a weak smile but it reassured Alice. “Maybe you can stay overnight like when we were younger.” Cat motioned to Alice’s drawstring bag, “Looks like you’re all packed.” She gave Alice a weak laugh, trying to break the tension.

Alice’s lip broke into a weak smile and she looked down to the dirty concrete sidewalk, “Private? Where’s the fiancé?”

Cat’s smile dropped, “We have a lot to discuss.”

Alice allowed Cat to call an Uber. Not many words were shared between the two on the ride to Cat’s apartment and none of the words held much importance. Once the door to Cat’s apartment was closed, Alice noticed Cat had added two extra locks. Cat’s back was to Alice as she made sure all three, including the handle’s lock were secured tightly. The understanding that Cat most likely had a reason for the extra locks on her apartment door made Alice uneasy.

As Cat turned from the door, Alice turned, as to not draw attention that she was attentively watching Cat secure locks like she was in a doomsday bunker. As Alice turned, she noticed many cardboard boxes piled in the living room and kitchen. The once maximalist apartment now felt empty. Yet another reason Alice felt uneasy. “Are you moving,” Alice questioned to Cat as Cat opened the fridge and poured water from a filter pitcher into two plastic cups that Alice recognized as cups they had gotten from a movie theater when they were fifteen. It was an action movie, the girls weren’t impressed - they wanted to watch a romance but the seats were sold out.

Cat nodded, as she put the pitcher back, “Waiting on word back from a few landlords in the city.” Cat brought the glasses over to Alice and as she handed the plastic cup to Alice, for the first time today, Alice realized Cat wasn’t wearing her engagement ring.

“Where’s Brandon?” The question made Cat wince. Suddenly, everything started making sense. “He made you block me, didn’t he?”

Cat shook her head. “No, no he did that himself.” She didn’t look at Alice, she just stood perpendicular to Alice, staring ahead at the white wall. “He blocked Jaime too.” Cat brought her head up to look at Alice, her lip was quivering. “I didn’t realize it right away, but when I did, I started making plans to get out.”

”And how far along are you on that?” Alice moved and sat down on the couch next to her, hoping Cat would follow and save her trembling knees; she did, sitting opposite to Alice.

”He’s coming back from a band tour tomorrow. We don’t-“ she gestured around her with her free hand, the hand on the cup shaking, “we don’t share this lease so, as long as he doesn’t get in, he has no right to be here.”

Alice’s heart plummeted, seeing her best-friend in such a terrible situation. She felt horrible, for not seeing the warning signs or just plainly ignoring them. “Did he- did he hit you?”

Cat responded by immediately shaking her head, “No, no he never hit me. He just- well- he just controlled me. Everything I did, everything I wore, everything I ate.”

Alice’s own hand shook, Cat’s admission hitting a little too close of her heart. “You can’t stay here,” Alice breathed out as if simply an exhale.

Cat nodded, smiling at the simplicity of the solution. “I know that,” she whispered with a smile, tear falling down her cheek.

“I’m leaving,” Alice admitted, “the city.” Cat gave her a confused look. “Come with me.”

Cat shook her head, “I can’t leave, I just got a new job.”

”Please? Leave with me.” Alice did not beg, she just spoke. Calmly, coolly, motherly.

Cat shook her head. “I can’t.”

Alice took a deep breath, knowing she could not leave the city if her friend needed her. “You can’t stay here,” Alice added again. Cat nodded, again. “Stay with me, at the bakery.”

Cat gave a short, sarcastic laugh. “I thought you said you wouldn’t go back there? Are you staying with lover boy?” Alice shook her head. It felt weightless to do so, as if the weight Aemond had on her had not felt crushing. Cat sighed, unsure of how to comfort Alice in the wake her obvious hurt. “Brandon knows where you live,” she objected.

Alice threw her head back against the backrest of the couch, rubbing the bridge of her nose. ”I fucking dare him to try and hurt you in my bakery.” Alice said ‘my’ as if she owned it and it made her chuckle.

While Alice’s eyes were closed, Cat made a decision. “Okay, I’ll come live with you.” Alice’s breathed out a deep sigh as her heart warmed and plummeted at the same time. Alice would save Cat from her monster while living in the den of her own. Just as Alice’s life went, she’d sacrifice herself for those she loved.

”Thank you,” Cat said meekly.

[guardianofjunmyeon]

Finding Atlantis (part 6)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description:   20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor,  to  any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man  has  heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But  fewer  men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean,  the key  to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold  should they  find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself.  Thus, the hunt  began.    

A/N: I meant to update last week but my VPN wasn’t working! I couldn’t access tumblr bc it’s blocked here in china but i finally got it fixed lol. This one is long! WARNING(s): Smut + Character Death (??)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

After hours of discussion and blindly heading southeast, you all were finally able to somewhat crack the code of the rhyme and the map.

“Follow the sound of your soul, she’ll call out to you to bring you back to your shoal. That’s clearly about the Atlantis return song. It’s the most important part of all of this. If we don’t get a better handle of when it appears and when it doesn’t we won’t get through the rest of the trails.”

“Trials?”

“Yes, there are three different trials masked in the lyrics of the song. The way back isn’t easy. If you leave Atlantis, you have to prove that you truly want to return,” Yeri replies.

You squint at the map now covered in writing.

“She’ll fight you to prove that your heart is true, to crush you and build you back stronger in her darkest shade of blue,” Sehun reads. “It’s about a storm. A very big one by the sound of it.” He points to an area of the map with nothing but water. “You see this area? It’s known for its unruly currents and unnatural weather patterns. It ranges from snow to thunderstorms large enough to wipe out entire islands.”

Junmyeon grazes his fingers over the map, passing the spot Sehun mentioned and further southeast. “Beautiful songs will call out to confuse the path, to distract you, but remembering your heart will get you through…if we continue beyond the location of the storm we’ll be set to approach Isla de Sirena within a week.”

“Shit,” Baekhyun murmurs.

Yeri looks on in confusion. “Why shit?”

“Isla de Sirena is an island known for luring ships underwater. They crash ships among the rocks with song. They appear as the most beautiful creature that you can imagine; whatever you subconsciously find the most alluring. I don’t know how they do it. Different people can look at the same one and see different things; they trick you that way. Mermaids…sirens, whatever you want to call them. Freaky little bitches.”

“Baekhyun,” Junmyeon admonishes.

“What? They are!”

“So we’ve got to face…beautiful singing women? Oh no the horror,” you gasp jokingly.

Baekhyun pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are so horny, and so stupid all the fucking time.”

“You’re one to fucking talk-”

“Children!” Junmyeon scolds. “Can we please hold off on the flirting until this is over?”

“We aren’t flirting-”

“Anyway!” You and Baekhyun close your mouths in embarrassment. “We’ve gone near Isla de Sirena, once,” Sehun adds grimly, eyebrows pitching angrily. “If you’re able to ignore their voices then you can see them for they are. They’re the ugliest creatures I’ve ever seen in my life.” He shivers.

“So what’s the final trial?” Baekhyun asks, back to contributing to the conversation and not being a pain in your ass.

“She’ll finally take you in her arms again, cradled and safe where all life began…” Yeri reads. A sigh. “We aren’t completely sure. It’s something about a rebirth?”

You scratch your chin.

“Maybe it’s about being drowned.”

Everyone turns their eyes to you.

“What?” you ask; your wide eyes look back at everyone staring at you as if you said something crazy. You point to the map in the general area where you think you all may end up. “There’s no land anywhere near here, and the city is underwater. Born from water, taken away from water, and then reclaimed by the water. If you leave, you must be drowned and reborn into an Atlantian again right? Why else would you forget your memories and connection to the sea the longer you’re away?”

“You are reborn in the place where life began…” Baekhyun mumbles. “You might be right. The final trial is a drowning of some kind. There’s a reason only Atlantian’s are the only people who can reach the city.” Baekhyun smacks you on the shoulder. “You’re not completely useless!”

You frown and hold your shoulder.

Bastard.

~~~

Candles cover the deck of the ship as the sun sets on the horizon. You watch somberly as each member of your crew places an object that reminds them of Taemin, of Amber, of Kun, and of Jaehyun in each of the four caskets meant to sail them to the other side.

Their bodies are wrapped in cloth to save everyone the trauma of facing their decomposing faces. Flowers, candies, articles of clothes surround each body with the things that made them who they were in life.

And will hopefully comfort them in the land of death.

Your most artistically inclined deckhand, Ten, places a portrait of each of them in their respective boat. An image to match the body.

“Jaehyun was always smiling; he worked hard as a gunner. He’d hoped one day to be master gunner of the ship.” Mark stands over the casket. “He uh, he never said much but he had the most imaginative mind of any person I ever met,” he says with a sad smile. “When the cannon backfired and killed him, it was quick, so at least he didn’t suffer for long. Farewell friend. I’ll see you on the other side.”

Luna takes over where Mark left off, standing in front of Amber’s casket. “I’ve known Amber since we were kids. She was a strange one,” she laughs. “She was very head strong and opinionated even when she was wrong. We both knew that working in the artillery was going to be rough, that it would be dangerous, but I know that she loved this job more than anything. She had a family with us, and she died where she would have wanted, I think.” Tears fill her eyes as she sits back down in the circle of crewmen.

“Kun…was like an older brother to me. He would tell me that I was getting on his nerves, but he would always take care of me…uh…take care of all of us in the best way he could. Every meal he served, every wound he healed, was done with care. Unfortunately, sickness isn’t as kind. He tended to Taemin with his last breath, tried to heal with all he had until he had nothing else to give. I’m going to miss him and his cheesy magic tricks.” Ten takes in a deep breath to keep his voice from wavering. “I hope he’s taken care of with as much love as he gave us.”

You can hear people holding back their tears. Sniffles and soft sobs escaping into the air every few seconds.

This time you stand as the representative to send off Taemin. You avoid everyone’s eyes and focus your gaze on his wrapped body and the trinkets around him. “Taemin was one of my earliest crewmen. I may have owned the ship, but Taemin was the one who knew best how she moved. He piloted with a grace and confidence I have still yet to achieve. I don’t have a single doubt that he’ll be able to guide himself to the other side without issue. He had a natural skill for movement.” You focus on an object nestled snuggly at his side. “I just hope he doesn't lose any of the things we’re sending with him the way he always loses his money pouches.” You manage a smile.

A couple of people chuckle softly, sadly.

“As Captain of the Storm Chaser, I release the four of you from duty.” You raise your gun in the air. “I couldn’t have asked for braver, hardworking, and loyal men.” You fire a single shot into the air.

It rings through the night.

Everyone stands, begins to close the wooden coffins, and Junmyeon soaks them in gunpowder and oil.

You watch the coffins get lowered into the water one by one. As they begin to float away, you, Mark, Luna, and Ten line up along the edge of the ship.

“Ready,” you all cock your guns. “Aim.”

“Fire.”

The coffins alight with flames. Yixing lights a single firework and it shoots into the air and covers the sky in bright yellow sparks.

May these lights guide them on their future paths.

No one moves until the coffins are far out of sight, their flames no longer visible. Until nothing but darkness rests in the distance. With heavy eyes, and heavier hearts, you all pull away from the railing.

Those who were close to the ones sent away cry openly and you allow everyone the rest of the night to rest and mourn as they see fit. Crying, shaking, screaming.

People cope in different ways.

As everyone disperses below deck you see Yixing rubbing Jongin’s back as the two of them cry clinging tightly to the other.

You know that Yixing grew up with Taemin. Yixing had been the one to recommend him for the crew because of their shared history. Knowing now that Yixing knew Jongin at the same time, you realize that Jongin must have known Taemin closely as well.

Leaving them to console one another, you walk away.

The stories of their deaths, of their lives, makes your heart a bit less heavy. Knowing that they died doing what they wanted, and not because life was stolen from them in situations counter to their personality eases a bit of the pain.

Minutely.

It still hurts, but the anger is no longer there. Just sadness.

This is the life of pirates after all.

Junmyeon has hidden himself away somewhere on the ship, as he always does when he wants to cry without being found, so you make your way towards the food storage for a drink. You need it after today.

People cope in different ways.

The stairs creak as you descend. One of the lanterns is already on, bright near the liquor storage. It shouldn’t surprise you. You wouldn’t be the only person who wants to drink to numb a bit of the pain.

What does surprise you is who you find hunched over with his face in his hands.

“Baekhyun?”

His head lifts and you immediately take notice of the red in his visible eye and face in the dim lighting. He seems alarmed to have been caught. He looks away in shame.

You sit down in front of him.

The bottle of whiskey at his side is half empty; you reach for it and take a sip.

For your men.

Silence shrouds you both.

You feel the need to speak. To clear the air. Whether you are doing it for him or for yourself you aren’t sure. “No one blames you, you know,” you say so softly that it almost blends into the silence. You hope he doesn’t hear.

But of course he does.

He looks over with anger. “I never said it was my fault.”

“You didn’t have to. You’re down here drinking alone after a funeral. This screams ‘this is all my fault’ you emo fucker.”

He snatches the bottle from your hands.

“Look, okay. No one thinks it’s your fault. You heard the stories. Yeah, you guys shot my ship, but their deaths weren’t directly a result of that. Things went wrong; I will accept that it was just a shot to immobilize us. If any of us thought you a murderer, in this case, we would have hung you by your neck long ago.” You forcefully grab the bottle back with a frown. “There’s plenty of other shit for you to feel guilty over. Like the time you shot me…or stabbed me…or left me on that island for dead.”

“I swear to the Gods-”

“The point is…this one isn’t on you. You don’t need to carry this guilt. Not this time.” You take a quick drink. “If however,” you point your finger at him menacingly, “this was on purpose, then I take all that back and I will kill you right fucking here I swear to the Gods.”

The bottle is taken back. “It wasn’t,” he admits, softly, angry. A swig. “It wasn’t on purpose,” he says again tiredly.

His honesty takes you by surprise. Baekhyun has killed just as many people as you have in your life. If he had tried to kill them, well that would be expected. But for him to be this affected by the accidental deaths? That’s surprising.

“What are you doing down here anyway?” he asks.

“Do you really think you’re the only person on this ship who hides down here drinking? You’re talking to the master!” you boast. “And it’s my ship you ungrateful wrench.” You finish off what’s left of the whiskey and reach for a bottle of golden rum tucked securely on a shelf. Uncorking it with your teeth, you hold it in the air between you. “To Taemin, Kun, Amber, and Jaehyun!”

It burns like hell itself going down.

You hold it out for Baekhyun with an expectant eyebrow raise. You wait.

He grabs it gently. “To Taemin, Kun, Amber, and Jaehyun,” he repeats in a murmur. He makes a noise of pain as the alcohol burns its way down his throat. “What the fuck is this?”

You shiver as the alcohol settles uncomfortably in your stomach. “It's the bad rum I think.” You cough violently. “Oh fuck I think I’m going to die,” you say clutching your stomach.

His wild laugh echoes in the dark space. A bit of the gloom lifts.

You let your hands fall from your stomach while you take in the relaxed happiness on his candlelit face. His eye crinkled in a crescent, shining with mirth. You don’t think you’ve seen him laugh like that since the first time you met him.

He’s pretty. You’d have to be stupid not to admit it. From his soft and shiny hair, to his cheeks that bunch up when he smiles. From his big dumb ears to all of the little moles that dot his body.

The bottle goes back up to his ridiculously pink lips and he laughs as it hurts his throat just as bad as the first sip.

All it takes is a second of thoughtless, drunken courage for you to lean forward and quickly press your lips against his, cutting off his giggles.

When you pull pack, the happiness on his face has made way for shock and then once more to nothing.

“Don’t kiss me,” he says tonelessly. His voice is serious, but you see the spark of challenge in his eye.

Ignoring the part of you that always tells you that jumping headfirst into him is a bad idea, you lean in again, slower. You brace your hands on his thighs and feel them tense beneath your palms. He stares at your lips and you watch enrapt as his tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip.

You can feel your skin vibrating from the proximity to him, and you freeze; a breath away from meeting skin with skin. Your eyes glance up to meet his and you can see the want, the restlessness, and something else you can’t quite place in the dark.

As if waiting any longer would be torturous, he leans forward impatiently to press his lips against yours. The bottle of rum falls to the ground and spills onto the floorboards of the storage room.

You don’t care.

You push harder; open your mouth to let his tongue slide against yours in a way that sends tingles through every nerve in your body. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the touch of sadness, but something feels different about this time.

You crawl onto his lap, driven purely by instinct and press every inch of your body against his. Heat seeps through your clothes and you pant longingly as he pulls you closer by your neck, his other hand grabbing you roughly by your ass. A wanton moan escapes your mouth and he pulls you closer, rougher. Breaths puff into each other’s mouths as you messily connect your lips over and over again. It’s uncoordinated. It’s wet. It’s exactly what you need.

You thread your fingers in his hair and yank his head back; diving to lick and suck along the column of his neck, to the sensitive spot behind his ear that you know drives him crazy. His grip on your body tightens as he releases a shaky groan and rolls his hips up against yours. Anticipation thrums through your body. To every noise, to every touch your body responds in earnest.

This is nothing but a distraction. For you. For the both of you, you don’t care. Neither of you have to think as clothes are removed. The sadness can be ignored as you claw against his skin and coax his tongue into your mouth. It’s all movement. All feeling. All lust.

People cope in different ways.

It always happens like this. You argue. You fight. You threaten each other. You fuck until you’re both exhausted and too tired to care about the years of hatred between you. For these few moments all you are, are bodies. Bodies moving in tandem, kissing the right places, touching the right spots, connecting at the right angle. Like this things are easy, wordless.

You each just understand how the other works.

Every movement is matched in urgency, in desperation. Touch for touch. Kiss for kiss. Sound for sound. Push for pull. Gasps, moans, whimpers are muted as best you can in the quiet of the storage. You don’t realize that you’re subconsciously avoiding aggravating the stitches that lie there, still fresh, in his side as your hands leave burning paths along his skin.

Just for now, you can allow yourselves to feel that maybe you don’t hate each other as much as you let on.

~~~

“Get your own fucking telescope!”

“Where am I going to get one? We’re in the middle of the god forsaken ocean; do you expect me to pull it out of my ass?”

“You should have brought yours with you if you wanted to use one so bad! That doesn’t give you permission to just take my shit whenever you feel like it. You aren’t Captain here.”

“Oh, bite me.”

“I’ll do worse than that. Seulgi, get me my pistol.”

“Captain I don’t think-”

“You think you’re going to shoot me? Chanyeol where’s my gun?!”

“I’m gonna shoot you right in your last fucking working eye you dirty fucking son of a-”

A hand covers your mouth before you can finish your curse. “Baekhyun, you’re needed in the kitchen. Kyungsoo is asking for you.” You and Baekhyun share one last deadly glare before he stalks off and you’re released.

“What the hell Minseok?” You turn on your gunner, anger from your argument with Baekhyun being projected instead onto him. It has to go somewhere.

He crosses his arms over his chest, unbothered.

“So you’re in love with him right? That's why you’re acting like this?”

Your eyes bulge out of your skull. “I’m sorry, what did you just ask me?”

He sighs, grabs you by your arm and drags you all the way to the infirmary. You’re forced to sit down stupefied as Minseok stares at you expectantly. “The two of you are exhausting to watch. If you weren’t two of our most capable men we would have tied you both up and put you in the brig until we found Atlantis days ago,” he says evenly.

You scoff, mouth agape.

“I would tell you to fuck and move on, but seeing as that seems to be what triggers a fresh round of arguments, I’m going to ask that you two refrain from ever having sex on the ship again in the future.”

You splutter embarrassed. Your skin heats at having been called out so boldly. “W-what?! How- Wh- How’d you find out?”

“Any time the two of you have sex, you spend the next month or so telling all of us how much you hate him, how you’re going to kill him, blah blah blah. After a while you stop being as vocal about it, but then we make port, usually at Arae, and he happens to be there, then BAM we're back where we started. You’re obsessed with each other.”

You flush. “We are not,” you try to deny. His face is unimpressed. “I don't know where you got the idea that either of us feel anything but pure hatred for the other. Okay yeah, we’ve had sex a couple of times. So what? It doesn’t mean anything. I’ve had sex with half of Arae.” You cross your arms defiantly.

“As soon as this is all over, we’ll part ways...in 6 months we’ll go to Arae for a bit, as we always do, you’ll have ‘angry hate sex’ yet again and then spend the next month being pissy over his existence. No one who genuinely hates someone spends so much time a) around them willingly and b) obsessing over them when they aren’t around,” Minseok says matter-of-factly. “I think you should both admit you’re in love with each other so we can all move on.”

“Minseok!”

“I agree,” Jongin’s head pops up from behind the singular bed in the room.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, heat again filling your cheeks at the extra witness to this interrogation.

“I work here?”

“I mean hiding behind the bed!”

“Oh…I uh tripped and then the door opened and you guys started talking and I was too afraid to get up and interrupt,” he says quickly.

You squint in judgment.

“This whole…” Minseok waves his hand around as he searches for the word, “…archenemies thing is getting old, Captain. If you really wanted to kill him, you would have done it already. And I’m sure the same goes for Byun. Right Jongin?” he turns to face the younger.

“Yeah,” Jongin agrees with a shrug.

You can’t believe your ears. “He just…hasn’t done anything worth actually killing him over yet. He’s useful sometimes…for information…” you murmur lamely. The excuse is weak even to you.

“You are both dumb and annoying…and also super transparent. Whenever you injure the other, it’s always in a place that won’t kill or do permanent damage. Don’t act like it’s just been luck that you’ve both managed to miss any kind of serious blow from the other. You’re both deadly fighters, you know how to kill someone if you want them dead.”

“He ditched me in cuffs on that island-”

“You had the key to the cuffs,” Jongin chimes in unhelpfully.

Minseok rolls his eyes at your words. “Yes, and again, in a survivable situation. Was there not food and shit on that island?”

You open and close your mouth pathetically.

“Exactly. It’s not like you’re an incompetent dumbass. You would be able to find your way off even if you hadn’t been found. He didn’t blow the ship to bits like he could have a month ago, you haven’t slit his throat like you could have many months ago. You both dance around injuring each other, making the other’s life difficult, and fucking. You’re in love, please just accept it. I don’t care if you’re into BDSM and blood play or whatever freaky shit gets you guys off, but I would at least appreciate it if you kept it in your bedroom.”

Jongin nods from the back. “I just think it’s obvious,” he adds simply.

“Pff…Psh…Tch…I’m-I am appalled that you would talk to your Captain like this.”

“I know, I know. You could have us hanged, shot, thrown in the ocean, whatever…but the fact of the matter is that you aren’t going to do any of that, and you know that we’re right. Now, I’m going to go make sure Chanyeol hasn’t shot any of my men with any of my valuable pistols, and I’ll leave you to your duties, Captain.” Minseok nods his head with finality and exits the room.

Mutineer…

You glare at Jongin for ganging up on you. He flushes timidly. “I’m uh…gonna go see if Kyungsoo needs any help…Captain.” With a nervous smile he dashes from the room.

This is mutiny…

~~~

The ship sails southeast for days before anything alerts you all of the impeding first trial. The weather is normal, the water is normal, and then all of a sudden, the winds become violent.

“Captain, I think we’re getting close to whatever the first test is…” Yixing says tremulously.

The wind whips around you and the sails of the ship flap violently. There’s no way to tell which way the wind is blowing from as it whips from what feels like every side simultaneously. The ship tilts dangerously to one side.

“Junmyeon…that song telling you anything right about now?” You ask anxiously.

Your first mate looks out on the horizon with worried eyes. “We’re going the right way…” is all he says.

“Helpful,” Yixing murmurs sarcastically.

There is no visible sign of a storm; nothing seems out of the ordinary outside of the unnatural winds. The crew is already reefing your regular sails and raising the storm jib and trysail. If the winds get any stronger, which they will, they’ll catch your regular sails and capsize your ship before the waves even begin to hit.

“Who can man the helm? Who’s the best pilot on board right now?” you ask Yixing.

Yixing looks around a bit panicked. “I don’t know… I don’t know Captain.” The ship lurches to the side.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you scan the ship. Most of the men are working on preparing the proper sails, securing any moving parts, and making sure the wind alone won’t turn the ship on her side. You see Baekhyun working with Wendy on securing lose lines. You haven’t talked to him since your lecture from Minseok all those days ago. “Junmyeon, go check to make sure we have enough ballast in the hold. We’re going to be rocking and we need to pray that we have enough weight to keep us as stable as possible.”

He rushes away; you try to think of what else you can do to prepare. There’s no way to tell how long this storm is going to last, how bad it’s going to be, and you would rather prepare for the worst.

A sea anchor.

“Johnny!” The boatswain is immediately at your side. “Take whoever you need and deploy the sea anchor. We should have one somewhere in the hold. I need you to work fast, but be thorough.”

The ship is going to have to sail against the wind and against the waves. The wind will push the ship off course, but to survive a storm like this the ship needs to keep its bow to the waves. If a wave catches the ship on her side or back, there’s no chance for survival. You’ll have to use your sea anchor and just pray that the Gods are feeling merciful.

“Baekhyun!” you shout. He turns immediately at the sound of your voice. “How good are you at the wheel?”

“I’m decent.”

“How’s your tracking? Your jibbing? Can you keep the ship from capsizing in this storm?”

He looks up in the sky when the sound of thunder shakes the floorboards. “My jibbing isn't the best, but I think I can keep her afloat,” he promises.

The feeling of static fills the air. The hair on your body rises to attention. Another rumble of thunder rolls across the ocean, louder than before. The sky is darker than it was 5 minutes ago.

There isn’t much longer until the storm hits.

“I need you at the wheel. I’m trusting my ship to you. Don’t let me down.” With a determined nod, Baekhyun is off. You see your first strike of lighting. Bright blue and not far off.

Chanyeol runs up to you to assure you that all of the cannons, ammunition, and artillery are properly secured. “Tell Minseok to get all his men below deck in the storm rooms. Secure any hatch and pray to the Gods that we make it through this,” you instruct. He nods and runs off.

When a storm hits, it hurts more than it helps to have people above deck. Three people would do the job just as well as all 20. Half of weathering a storm is the training and skill of the crew; and the other half is just pure luck.

The beginning patters of rain begin to pelt the ship. You run back up to the helm where Baekhyun has stationed himself.

The ocean gets choppy, picks up ferocity. The ship leans starboard. Baekhyun has never steered your ship, and truthfully, you have no idea whether or not he can actually steer through a storm. You’ve never seen him at the wheel of any ship in all the years you’ve known him.

“Do you think we’ll make it through this?” you ask.

“Honestly…I don’t know,” he admits. “We have enough sea room; we won’t crash into anything this far out. I just hope we can pick up enough speed before the waves start to grow.”

Junmyeon reappears, with Kyungsoo at his side, both out of breath. “We’ve prepared all that we can. The sea anchor is deployed, we’ve got a decent amount of ballast, the jib is ready to be backwinded, and the crew is all prepared for the rocking. What’s the plan?”

“Heaving to,” Baekhyun says simply. He swipes at his bangs, heavy with water and clinging to this forehead. “We keep the bow to the waves, keep close to the wind, and then lock the helm in place.”

“Won’t we broadside?!”

“No, if we were to lie ahull, we would broadside,” Kyungsoo supplies, blocking his eyes from the rain picking up in ferocity. “By heaving to, we can keep the ship from going parallel to the waves and capsizing. We’ll have to stay above deck to correct it if the wind or waves suddenly change. Since you’ve got a sea anchor we’ve got more chance of keeping the ship sailing straight into the waves rather than along them.”

“If heaving to doesn’t work, we try to run off downwind. As the wind increases we’ll have to slow down the ship as much as we can so that we don’t dive straight into the wave in front of us.” A bolt of lightning hits the waves. The rain gets harder.

“We would die…” You say unhelpfully. Lighting blasts in front of you and the waves crash angrily against the ship’s sides.

“Exactly. So if we run off, we’re going to need more than the four of us to throw whatever heavy lines you have off the stern,” Baekhyun’s voice rises to be heard over the increasingly loud winds and waves.

“As a last result, we’ll lie ahull and just fucking pray that when we capsize the ship holds for long enough to keep all of us alive,” Kyungsoo shouts.

You exhale shakily as another three bolts of lightning flash across the sky.

Poseidon be kind to us all.

You leave Baekhyun with the job of steering the ship against the waves that grow in size and power by the second.

At Kyungsoo’s instruction, Junmyeon is in charge of keeping the jib backwinded, and you reef the trysail as soon as it becomes clear that it’s going to be a hindrance in the grand scheme of things. Kyungsoo stands at Baekhyun’s side correcting course when he gets thrown off balance. Baekhyun does the same as Kyungsoo is knocked to the side in turn.

The waves become brutal, rocking the ship so hard that it’s nearly impossible to keep on your feet for more than 10 seconds at a time.

The wind finally sets in a single direction, fiercer than anything you’ve faced, and the general direction of the waves becomes apparent. The ship rocks violently from side to side and then immediately forward and back. You’re thrown into the foremast by the unexpected direction change with enough force to knock the wind out of your body. You gasp in pain. You get up on wobbling legs and try to breathe even as the water falls so fast and heavy around you that it feels equivalent to drowning.

You can’t see more than two feet ahead of yourself.

Think. Think.

There is rope at your feet, secured to the mainmast of the ship. You untie it with cold, wet fingers and hold it tight as you walk to the helm. The ship crashes into another large wave and you fall to your knees as water washes over the bow of the hull, covers the deck in freezing water and pitches the ship forwards. You stand up, shivering but determined. You tie the rope around your own waist to help you keep note of where you’ve come from.

Getting to the helm is a challenge, but you make it. Junmyeon is helping Baekhyun and Kyungsoo lock it in place.

“We should head below deck!” You shout as loud as you can. Thunder and lightning work in tandem to drown out your voice. To remind you of who is louder. Who has more power. You’re soaked to the bone.

Each man above deck is in a similar state. “We’re going below deck!” Junmyeon shouts. “We think heaving to may work.” The ship lurches dangerously to the right.

“Quick! Let’s go,” Kyungsoo screams, hair clinging to his forehead in inky black tendrils.

You use the rope to guide you. It feels as though you’re swimming through the air with the amount of resistance the winds and rain are putting up. Kyungsoo makes it to the hatch that leads below first. You follow behind, climbing down the ladder with shaking limbs. Water leaks through the boards, but it’s a welcome change from the brutality of facing Mother Nature directly.

You gasp for breath, finally able to breathe without also inhaling water, and look around the space for the ship’s emergency supplies. The ship dips, your stomach lurches.

Freezing water streams into the room from the open hatch above. You realize belatedly that there are only two of you in the compartment. Baekhyun and Junmyeon haven’t made it down.

You’re thrown to the ground when the ship dips without warning.

Clattering catches your attention as Junmyeon is swept into the room with a fresh rush of water. “Baekhyun fell overboard!” Junmyeon screams. He crashes against the ground. The sky screams.

What?

Kyungsoo turns away from opening the hatch down to a lower level of the ship to gape at Junmyeon’s words in horror.

Gasping, soaked, Junmyeon looks around the compartment frantically.

You’re moving before you have a chance to think.

You vaguely hear your name being called out from behind, but you don’t turn around. Rope still secured around your waist, you run, slip, stumble, over to the closest life boat. As fast as your shaking hands can work, you cut yourself free of the mainmast and tie the end of the rope not tied to your body to the dinghy.

You slice through the thick ropes holding the dinghy to the side of the ship with an urgency you’ve never felt. Water hits you head on, chilling you to the bone.

The final rope snaps and you and the dighy fall into the water with the force of landing on cement. Something is broken, but your adrenaline is pumping so violently that you can’t feel the pain. It doesn’t register.

Doesn’t matter.

You look around frenzied. The water is pitch black and moving too fast. The rain pelts your skin. It stings, burns, blurs your vision.

The waves are too big for him to survive out here on his own.

They’re too big for you to survive in your search for him.

The sky roars.

The waves crash, flip your boat once, twice.

You settle upright for the second time when, by the grace of the Gods, you see his white shirt illuminated against the dark water by a strike of lightning. You row frantically as a wave begins to swell. You nearly scream in relief when you reach him, but the sound dies as your heart sinks.

He’s not moving.

And he’s face down.

With all the energy you can muster, you pull him into your little boat. You take a few seconds you catch your breath, then you realize the height at which the wave has lifted you. It begins to cascade down; instinctively, you wrap your arms around Baekhyun’s unmoving form and brace yourself for the crash.

It’s dizzying.

It hurts.

It’s terrifying.

You hold your breath, close your eyes, hold onto the man in your arms with all you have, and wait for the water to stop jostling you around so violently. The water seems to calm slightly, so you open your eyes.

The water is dark, and then bright. Black, and then illuminated by lighting.

Your chest tightens as your need for oxygen reaches desperation. You maneuver yourself beneath the water enough to hold Baekhyun with one arm and swim to the top with the other.

You break the surface and gasp for air desperately.

You pull your rope and the boat appears at your side, thankfully upright. You lift Baekhyun aboard first, and then with heavy limbs, you topple on top of him. You don’t give yourself a chance to catch your breath before you’re leaning over him checking for signs of life.

You lower your ear to his chest. You can’t tell if he’s breathing. If his heart is beating.

“Come on Byun. Don’t die on me like this,” you beg. You repeatedly push against his chest, the way you were taught to restart a heart. After a few beats you press your ear to his chest again to listen for a change.

Nothing.

“Fuck. Come on…come on,” you pant.

You pinch his nose and lean down to cover his mouth with yours, filling his lungs with the air that he’s unable to take in on his own. His chest rises each time you exhale into his mouth. You go back to pumping your locked hands against his chest. A wave knocks you on your side. The boat stays upright.

You exhale into his mouth again, once, twice. You beg the rain to let up. You beg the waves to grow smaller.

You beg his heart to start beating.

He jerks and water spurts from his mouth. Relief hits you so hard that all the energy left in your body is expelled and you sag forward and land directly onto his chest.

You can finally hear the dull thumping of his heart. You can feel the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

At last, you can take a second to just breathe.

The small boat continues to jerk around, but it’s clear that the worst of the storm has passed. The waves now are shallow and choppy. The rain has lessened to nothing but a drizzle. The thunder rumbles farther and farther in the distance.

And Baekhyun’s heartbeat gets stronger.

You close your eyes, and let exhaustion overcome you, lulled into sleep by the beat of his heart and the rocking of the boat.

[strangerfictions]

Fight Part II

Prompts: “don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I want from you”, “I know I shouldn’t be here”, “What’s this between us?” - Pinterest

Summary: Billy told you something that you didn’t expect while you were suffering from concussion, so you ignored it until Billy started to ignore you. With the help of Robin and Max you realize you have something to tell him too, so you make the decision to talk to him and see where things go.

Warnings: A lot of angst and a bit of fighting maybe?

Words: 2194

Read Part One Here!

A/N: Okay so I have been working on this for a few weeks now. It has taken me so long thanks to both college and the fact that I had to restart it about five times because it didn’t flow well or just didn’t feel right. This is the first time I have done a part two of a fic I have written, and I am super happy with how it turned out. This has now been sitting in my rafts for well over a week and I have been meaning to post it! Hope you all enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Edit: I had to repost this thanks to tumblr acting a bit weird but hopefully thi time it works out a little better!

It had been a week since the fight and things between you and Billy couldn’t be any more awkward. Billy still brought you to and from school but there was never much of a conversation. The night of the party was a little blurry for you thanks to the concussion, but you could remember everything he had said to you. You still couldn’t take it in, but you wanted to move on, but Billy was making that difficult for you.

It was a fresh week and you hoped that meant Billy would be back to himself. Like clockwork you hear his car come to life and you run downstairs shouting a goodbye to your parents. Before you even get into the car you can already tell Billy is still being awkward. He is sat bolt upright and refusing to even acknowledge you coming out of your house. You were sick of this and you were determined to say something.

When you get into the car you notice his black eye and split lip. You couldn’t help but wince knowing the exact pain he was in.

“Hey” Billy just nods driving down your street.

“Really? You are still being weird with me? Why are you so damn stubborn? It’s like you are going out of your way to make me feel like its all my fault when you were the one to confess to me!” You raise your voice slightly not meaning to, but you can tell from the look on Billy’s face that it has an effect.

“Fuck seriously Y/N? You know how hard this has been on me? First you beat up my fri3nds and then this shit. It takes two to have a conversation and last time I checked you didn’t put much effort in either!” You recoiled back into the seat a little as Billy begins to shout at you. You can feel your eyes begin to sting and so you turn and look out the window watching Hawkins pass by you in a blur.

“Maybe if your friends weren’t such dicks Billy, I wouldn’t have to get into a fight with them. They aren’t the ones who patch you up after every damn fight you get in are, they? They are all the type to peak in high school Billy and it looks like you’re going to be the same” Your voice cracks and luckily Billy pulls up outside school and you quickly get out before he can say anything else.

You walk towards the doors pulling them open as you hear Billy shouting after you. You run down the hall passing Steve and Robin who try to catch your attention before you go into the bathroom. You enter a cubicle and try to calm yourself down. You hear the bathroom door open and shut and the tap of shoes across the tiles.

“Y/N? You okay?” Robin calls out through the bathroom. You reach out and unlock the door pulling it towards you and leaving the cubicle.

“Yeah I’m fine. I had another fight with Billy and I just needed to calm down a little sorry.” You walk over to the sink splashing cold water on your face as Robin sits up on the counter beside.

“Again? I blame the sexual tension between you two!”

“Robin!” You were surprised she would even say such a thing.

“What? I always felt there was a little tension between you two and then I saw how he acted after the fight and I knew there was something going on there!” You nod knowing you had to tell her what he said to you. You check that all of the stalls are empty before saying anything.

“Well that night when he brought me home, he told me he liked me, and he has been really off with me and that’s what we fought about today. I brought it up and he got a little angry and so did I and we both said things we regret. As per usual…” You sit up beside Robin who has a massive smile plastered on her face.

“Wow I knew it. This is pretty big Y/N! Please tell me you told him you like him back because if you didn’t, I understand why he isn’t talking to you!” You wince at what she says remembering the night.

“I was concussed I didn’t know what I was saying!” You try to defend yourself, but you know Robin is right.

“Shit you’re right…I hate that you’re right. Can you ask Steve if he can give me a lift home?”

“I know I’m right I wouldn’t say it with full confidence if I didn’t know I was right! Yes, he will give you a lift he has no choice!” The bell rings and Robin pulls you towards your first class.

All day you have done your best to avoid Billy. You knew you couldn’t face him after everything you said. You knew what you said was wrong and would effect Billy because he already thought it was true. By last period you were ready to get home and collapse into bed and sleep for the rest of eternity, but you knew you had to apologise to Billy. Mo matter what it took.

By the time you got home both Steve and Robin had hyped you up to tell Billy that you do in fact like him a lot and that you regret everything you said. You wouldn’t blame him if he hated you for everything you said but a small part of you hoped things would work out. As you walk into your house you are hit with smell of cookies. It almost as if your mom knew you were having a bad day.

“Something smells good” You say as you push the door open to find the entirety of the Hargrove family sitting at your dinning table.

“Y/N! I invited the Hargrove’s over for dinner. I was a little surprised that you hadn’t come home with Billy” You put on a fake smile hoping it will conceal everything going on.

“Oh yeah…I had to stay behind and do some work with Robin for an English report so Steve said he would drop us both home. Actually, mom I’m not feeling to great I think I’ll pass on dinner I’m going to go and do my homework” Your mom doesn’t question anything and allows you up to your room.

You get changed into comfy clothes and get started on your homework. A little while later you hear a light knock on your door. You turn around to find Max standing at your door with a plate full of cookies.

“Hey kiddo!”

“Hey…I guessed you might be a little hungry since your not actually sick” Max sits down on your bed handing you the plate of cookies.

“How did you know?” You ask taking a big bite out of the still warm cookies.

“Billy’s guilty face” You smile knowing the exact face she is talking about.

“Funny this time it isn’t just his fault. I messed up…said a few things I shouldn’t have and now I need to apologise and tell him something pretty big” You sigh savouring the taste of the cookie before swallowing.

“That you like him?” You snap your head towards Max who has a big smile on her face.

“God first Robin now you…I swear you two are literally sisters separated at birth. How did you know?”

“Intuition and the weird tension between you. It’s very obvious…even my mom has noticed it” Max grabs a cookie and takes a huge bite out of it

“Shit…I…I’m kind of surprised by that actually. I guess I should bite the built all things considering. It’s not like I have much left to lose.” You finish your cookie and grab another one.

“Exactly! I better see you getting in his damn car tomorrow morning and him smiling because I’m sick of him being in this crap mood!” You nod knowing what you have to do now.

After awhile they all leave and its just you and your parents at home. You lay on your bed and think about what to do and how to tell Billy. You can hear the lull of the TV from downstairs as you take  in the noises around you. You hear the rain hit your window as you watch as it drips down hitting the frame.

Your parents go to bed early and you decide there is no time like the present. You get u and pull on a hoodie and some shoes. Thankfully you are on the ground floor so you can jump out of your window easily. You run across the road to Billy’s house. The rain getting heavier the nearer you get to the front of his house. You quietly walk around the side to his window. As you approach you can see his light is still on and as you get closer you can hear he is listening to Def Leppard. You stop outside his window and knock lightly catching his attention straight away. He looks up from whatever he is reading. You can see him visibly sigh as he gets up to open his window. You watch as he walks towards you. You cant help but feel the nerves build in the pit of your stomach. In one swift push Billy’s window is open.

“What do you want?” Billy whispers as you play with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“I know I shouldn’t be here, but can we talk please?” You ask quietly hoping not to wake his family.

“Why? So, you can insult me again? Don’t think so Y/N” Billy goes to close the window, but you place both of your hands on the windowsill.

“I’m sorry okay! I didn’t mean any of it and it was cruel of me to say those things because I know that’s the opinion you have of yourself. It was such a shit thing for me to do and I regret it so much because I might lose you and I really cant imagine life without you. I’m sorry about fighting with your friends, I’m sorry for making you look after me, I’m sorry for not telling you I love you and I’m sorry for being such a shit person sometimes” The rain is even heavier now as you continue to confess everything to Billy.

“Shut up and get in here” Billy holds out his hand helping you into his bedroom. As soon as you are in his room, he drops your hand and walk towards his bed throwing himself onto it.

“Thanks” You mumble shifting from one foot to the other starting to feel uncomfortable.

“So, you love me?” You look up from fiddling with your fingers to find Billy smirking at you.

“Uhmm…yeah I did say that didn’t I” You begin to pick at the skin on your finger as Billy stands up from his bed.

“And do you mean it?” Billy asks as he stops in front of you. You take a deep breath in before answering.

“I mean it, but I don’t want to make things weird between us” You say quietly

“I think it’s too late for that princess” You both laugh as Billy tucks a strand of hair behind you ear.

“So, what is this between us?” Billy takes you’re hand and leads you to edge of the bed sitting down together.

“I don’t know Billy whatever it is I don’t want to get hurt” You say holding his hand in yours.

“You know I’m not like” He was right you knew he wasn’t what the rumours made him out to be.

“But if you need space, I’m willing to give you it.” You hear Billy’s voice crack a little causing you to look up to find him looking away from you.

“Don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I want from you Billy!” You place your hand on Billy’s chin and tilt his head towards you. You can see the thoughts racing through his head as he begins to process everything. You are unsure on where you go form here but you hope it will involve talking to each other again.

“If you need space I…” Without thinking Billy leans forward and kisses you. You’re caught off guard and so when Billy realises you aren’t kissing back, he begins to pull away. You wrap a hand around the back of his neck and pull him back towards you, lips smashing together. The passion between you two fills the room and the tension lifts as the kiss continues. Billy is the first to pull away to catch him breath. You struggle to open your eyes after the sheer bliss you had experienced from the kiss.

“I don’t want space either…I guess we should go about this the proper way so Y/N will you go on a date with me?” You can’t help but smile at Billy’s attempt at doing things traditionally.

“Sure” Billy pulls you in for a hug as Def Leppard continues to play in the background. And just like that everything is back to being normal.

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[housesovereign]

[WRA-A] HOUSE SOVEREIGN IS RECRUITING!

We would like to expand our guild by a handful of members before we begin the first chapter of our campaign — we are currently in the thick of pre-plotting for our exposition-based prologue.

THE PREMISE

Following the fall of Gilneas, House Sovereign rallied to their forested coastal land south-east of Gilneas City. Unable to take back all of their baronies, the House collapsed around Rookscove Keep — intent on slowly reclaiming their lands north of the Blackwald while coping with Azeroth's changes at large. In addition to the general aspirations of regaining their former glory, House Sovereign yields an impressive magical school — at its head, the Lady of the House. Students of various specialties and beliefs filter into the program, often graduating to the elite squad of House magi.

ABOUT US

House Sovereign was created, initially, as a side project to showcase characters with ethically questionable intentions and to satisfy the itch for darker, heavier themes. The idea was to tap in to the system of a noble house - the bureaucracy, the history, the familial unity and the intrigue of maintaining a specific area of land - while keeping in mind the state of Gilneas as a kingdom.

Additionally,  though using the framework of a noble house to cover the cult-esque magical intrigue isn’t the most creative and original of ideas, the dynamic between a house’s desire to rebuild, a lingering darkness beneath the surface and the constant threat of Gilneas’s contested territory has allowed us a wide window of creativity. 

REQUIREMENTS

We accept any level, class and race so long as there makes some IC sense for the character to be interested, so long as you can fulfill these requirements!

AGE: 18+

APPLICATION REQ.: DISCORD & AN RP ADDON (TRP/MRP/XRP)

ACTIVITY REQ.: ROLEPLAY ONCE A WEEK (AT LEAST) IN GAME. EVENT ATTENDANCE (AT LEAST) ONCE MONTHLY. DISCORD RP NOT REQUIRED BUT ENCOURAGED!

OOC INFORMATION

THEMES: cult | magical, philosophical, moral intrigue | noble house | dark

EVENTS: freeform | 1 - 2 times weekly | structured storyline | personalized plots

FOCUS: character development | storyline progression | lore exploration | ooc plotting

ORGANIZATION: google drive | tumblr | discord

HOW TO JOIN

Contact [WRA-A] Catherynn in game or on tumblr (coldlongpromises.tumblr.com), or message @housesovereign!

Feel free to bring your original character in to the guild! Alternatively, should you not have a character created that would fit in, we have a list of open roles available to pick-up.

[tegningen]

                           - An Evak fanfiction Recommendations masterpost - 

- The list is divided into Canon and Canon Divergence and AU. - ✩ for my personal favorites. - New additions and updates will be marked with ϟ/ϟ.

02.04.17:  3 added,  10 updated.

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-- CANON - PART 1 (A-M) --

✩ LET ME KNOW (I'LL LISTEN) by alijan [G · 4,396]

"The first time Jonas sees Even, he is sporting his own snapback that Isak has stolen and which also surprisingly fails to ruin the guy's gelled hairstyle as he takes it off. The third year walks up to their group with sure confidence, his eyes trained only on Isak."

Or, the third season's (and later) events, Isak's struggle and Even himself from Jonas' eyes.

(SERIES: That grossly sweet couple | Part 1)

✩ LOVE IN A COLOR by alijan [T · 2,091]

One of Even's favorite activities is making Isak blush.

WINTER CABIN by alijan [E · 7,577]

Isak and Even go to the winter cabin with the boys.

THE MOMENTS IN BETWEEN by allyasavedtheday - @allyasavedtheday [T ·  6,563]

It could be minutes or hours later when they finally let go of each other, though they don’t move very far.

Isak slips his hand into Even’s and presses their foreheads together once again. “Come home with me,” he whispers, a quiet request lost to the space between their mouths.

He’s close enough to hear Even swallow before his fingers tighten in Isak’s hold and he murmurs an, “Okay.”

*

A look at the moments between O Helga Natt and Passe på meg.

FIVE (5) TIMES ISAK WAS HIGH, AND ONE (1) INAPPROPRIATE TIME HE WISHED HE WAS. by AnonymousPoet [M ·  2,477]

Isak feels like he's entering a new, ethereal dimension, where everything is still and the air is just a little bit firmer in his lungs, where the clocks stop and every movement seems slower, heavier, longer. Everything is immensely quiet, and he can almost hear the electricity buzz underneath his skin, inside of his bones, pumping in his veins -mixed to his own, scalding blood.

___________________________

Five times Isak was high, and one time he wasn't, but he wished he was. Just like the title says.

#HASHTAG by Bellakitse [T · 1,548]

Even gets Instagram, it’s all about Isak.

FIFA MADNESS by Bellakitse - @bellakitse [M · 1,471]

Even and Isak are playing FIFA, when Even questions Isak's awesomeness at paying the game. Isak is going to prove him wrong, or he would if Even could keep his hands to himself.

✩ HOT LIKE FIRE, TAKE YOU HIGHER by birthmarks - @fyfaenjonas [M · 13,691 · WIP]

Isak Valtersen was your typical teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent too much time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. That was going to have to change soon though, considering the circumstances. He was a seventeen-year-old in his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert Isak-patented eye roll here).

The problem was... most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was completely normal to think about, he was much more content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it.

Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love and discover their kinks.

KISSES ARE FREE by BloonStuff [T ·  1,440]

When Isak fails to get Even a present for his birthday or valentine’s day, Even sets out to convince him why that just doesn't matter.

JUST AS YOU ARE by BluebeardsWife - @uweremythtaken [T ·  22,308]

This is a retelling of the events of season 3 from Even's point of view.

YOU CAN HATE ME NOW by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug - @poeandbeaux [G ·  1,105]

"Do you hate me?” Isak has doubts and Even wants him to know he’s loved.

YOUR LUNGS, THEY'RE MOURNING by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug [T ·  4,151]

Isak doesn’t want to be sick. He doesn’t want to worry anyone. He doesn’t know how to be taken care of. Even wants to try.

(Sick! Isak trope = 👌👌👌. Sorry ass, Isak.)

WALKING THROUGH THE FIRE (PLEASE DON'T LET ME GO)) by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug [T ·  2,298]

Isak is sick. He doesn't want everyone to hate him. (They could never hate him.)

ϟ  ✩ FALLING (THE WORLD IS YOURS) by Chips2 [T ·  90,823 · WIP]

Even as main character during Season 3 with his backstory and life filled out.

When Even Bech Næsheim has a manic episode that makes him the subject of gossip in his final year at Elvebakken he decides to transfer out. Things are better at Hartvig Nissen but his personal life is turned upside down when he meets Isak, a second year, still questioning his sexuality.

(sååå bra 💛💛💛)

BREATHE ME by colazitron - @fille-lioncelle [G ·  1,305]

Isak and Even shotgun.

I'M THE LIGHT BLINKING AT THE END OF THE ROAD by colazitron [G ·  1,102]

... blink back to let me know.

In this minute, Isak and Even lie together.

WHILE THE EARTH SPINS by cosetties [T ·  3,009]

In this universe, boys he liked couldn’t like him back. They were straight, they had girlfriends, and reading more into it only led to disaster. He wanted to be with them. He wanted to be them.

WE KEEP THIS LOVE IN A PHOTOGRAPH by daggertattoos [G ·  2,834]

Isak: Seriously, dude, how many of these do you have?

Eskild's response to that was to send a bunch of other pictures, his phone beeping non stop and when he looks at it, it's mostly candids of the two of them from over the weekend, through the past couple of days.

or the one where isak and even relive their weekend together through photographs

DON'T YOU LET ME GO TONIGHT by DarkBeauty_890  - @shadeandadidas [M ·  1,890]

It’s Even’s whispered I’ve missed you so much that truly does Isak in. After that second, he’s unrelenting, passionate, and unwilling to allow himself to feel anything other than the all-consuming warmth and relief of Even’s body against him.

Episode tag for the scene that killed us all. Features bits and pieces of that night and a wake-up call from our favorite nosy roommate.

THERE'S A LIGHT, BURNING BRIGHT by DarkBeauty_890  [M ·  4,820]

“The fact that it’s so good when its good is kind of the reason it’s so bad when it’s bad.”

"What are you thinking about?" The very boy turns his head a bit on Even's pillow, shoulders bare and eyes even more so.

Isak's eyes holds all of the secret to the universe, Even thinks. Always open and trusting Even to never let him down. So he tries not to. Because letting Isak down is like letting the earth shatter around him.

WHEN I'M ALONE WITH YOU by DarkBeauty_890 [E · 1,698]

Isak Valtersen was shy. This much Even knew. He was quiet and he was soft and he didn’t particularly enjoy confrontation when it was unnecessary.

Which is why it didn’t surprise Even at all when the shyness and softness and sweetness carried over into their, eh, bedroom activities. Even got the first hint of it when they kissed that time in the pool. The way Isak just sort of melted- allowed Even to take the lead, it was glorious, he was compliant in the sweetest way.

HELP A BROTHER OUT by diamondjacket - @diamondjacket [M · 2,001]

“Do you ever go down on Even?”

Judging by the way Isak’s eyes bug out of his skull and how he almost chokes on his sandwich, Magnus probably should have eased into the topic a little more.

“Um, what?”

Yeah, he definitely should have. But it’s too late now.

(SERIES:  A little help | Part 1)

   ↳ I GET BY (WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS) by diamondjacket [M ·  5,347]

“So…” Even starts, and it’s only now that Isak notices that his expression is a little haunted. “I’m not totally sure, but it’s possible that Eskild just saw me naked.”

Or: Four times Isak’s friends were way too invested in his sex life, and one time they regretted it.

(SERIES:  A little help | Part 2)

NO ONE COULD SAVE ME (BUT YOU) by diamondjacket [M · 1,192]

Isak, who didn’t want to kiss him on the street—even as Even’s mind was shouting yes yes please let’s show them let’s show them—but now shoots him a small, coy smile, who leans in and brushes his wicked mouth over Even’s, softly, without much fire but with so much heat, it leaves Even trembling, quaking inside. He feels his hands involuntarily clench into fists at his sides, and he almost chokes with how much he’s trying to hold back, to resist the urge to grab, to take. But oh God, he wants.

NOT THE INFINITY, BUT THE CAMERA by eiqhties [G · 2,058]

"I think that life's just like a movie, and that you can be the director of your own life. Do you get what I mean?"

MAGNETISATION by eiqhties [G · 2,691]

He thinks about it, sometimes. Thinks about how he shouldn’t have left Sonja like that. Shouldn’t have been so mean, so wild, so thoughtless. He thinks about it, but he wouldn’t change it, really. Wouldn’t trade in anything, swap out anything.

SICK AND PALE WITH GRIEF by eiqhties [G · 1,252]

But soft.

MINUTT FOR MINUTT a series by Enochianess [G/T/M · 13,252 · 38 fics and media]

Isak and Even's story continued

INTO THE LIGHT by fallingaway [T · 4,602]

Isak enjoys the school break, Christmas and Even.

✩ BABY, IF YOU'RE GONNA BE LONELY, BE LONELY WITH ME by gravinnen - @koninginnen  [G ·  3,449]

Isak is sad about stuff and thinks staring passively at the ceiling will magically fix all of his problems. spoiler alert, it doesn't.

(SERIES: in our rooms filled with laugher, we make hope from every small disaster | Part 1)

↳ ✩ AND YOU'RE THE MOON, I'M THE WATER by gravinnen [G ·  4,252]

turns out things like negative feelings and insecurities don't actually disappear by never talking about them to anyone ever and Isak's not too excited about that. time to face some fears.

(SERIES: in our rooms filled with laugher, we make hope from every small disaster | Part 2)

EVERYONE CALLS YOU AMAZING, I JUST CALL YOU MINE by gravinnen [G ·  6,187]

Isak knows there is something Even is not telling him and tries to get him to open up. it's not working.

✩ HEY LITTLE FIRECRACKER, BABY, TELL ME WHERE YOU'VE BEEN by gravinnen [G ·  4,966]

Isak's been so focused on Even's birthday, he's kind of forgotten Valentine's Day is a thing that exists

THE DREAMS I COULD EXPLORE by iamjustakiddo - @i-am-just-a-kiddo [T · 2,351]

Saturday 18.12.16 - Friday 23.12.16

And his heart screamed with unison, three words he didn’t dare to speak.

(SERIES: Some say we all dance alone | Part 1)

↳ NIGHTS IN THE SNOW by iamjustakiddo [NOT RATED · 2,190]

All the infinite sadness, the desperation. All the breathless nights, the rush to the sky, reaching for the stars. Ink-stained fingers, bubbly laughter and a single tear. The taste of marijuana and sweet Rooibos-tea. All the ludicrousness and sensibility- that’s what Isak tasted. That’s all Even was pieced together from and what Isak wanted to drown in.

(SERIES: Some say we all dance alone | Part 2)

↳ EVERY PERSON IS ON AN ISLAND by iamjustakiddo [T · 3,303]

In these moments, they’d built their own tiny, sleep deprived empire, surrounded by walls of darkness and silence, desperately preventing any sounds to escape. When the heat would cease and they’d fall into the soft sheets with trembling limbs, breathing heavily, that’s when Isak would lean his head against Even’s shoulder and be gone in a few minutes. Even’s heart on the other hand would take hours to calm down, while he struggled for air, each time overwhelmed.

(SERIES: Some say we all dance alone | Part 3)

↳ HAVE YOU NO IDEA THAT YOU'RE IN DEEP by iamjustakiddo [NOT RATED · 1,632]

SØNDAG 12.2.17 01:54

Music still pounded through the walls, dull and muffled, while the two boys swayed on the spot completely wrapped up in each other, breathing in unison and hearts racing each other and the world gravitating around them, endless, infinite.

(SERIES: Some say we all dance alone | Part 4)

THE UNIVERSE WAS MADE JUST TO BE SEEN BY MY EYES by ikerestrella [M · 5,947]

Being with Even is not always a bed of roses.

Set six months after the events of Season 3. They are on a hiking trip, and Isak definitely did not get them lost in the woods.

SINCERELY YOURS by Joana789 [T · 4,759]

Sometimes, Even’s mind feels like a mess, and it seems like no one in the world can sort it out, especially not Even himself.

But there are no rules, with Isak.

YOU'RE MY STANDSTILL by Kandakicksass [T · 1,522]

The first day of school, he passes Isak Valtersen in the hall and is done for.

(”Jeg så deg første skoledag” trope also 👌👌👌)

✩ THE BOY WHO WASN'T SCARED TO LOVE BUT TO BE LOVED IN RETURN by kassie - @evenskardemomme [M · 35,710 · WIP]

Even's POV on all scenes that happened during season 3, plus a few AU scenes mingled in-between.

(Slight canon divergence)

WORTH WAITING FOR by KillianJones32 [T · 6,518]

Even gets accepted to study at a college abroad. Isak has to stay home for his last year in school. It's four months until Even comes home for winter break. They can make it four months...right?

YOU WON'T HAVE TO SAY YOU HEARD ME LEAVE by larrinfinity  [T · 1,033]

What maybe happened after O Helga Natt

(SERIES: Off-screen | Part 1)

↳ TAKE MY BREATH AWAY (YOU KNOW I'M BOUND TO CHOKE) by larrinfinity [T · 1,091]

What maybe happened after The Almost Kiss

(SERIES: Off-screen | Part 2)

↳ WE'RE BOTH TOO YOUNG (TO GIVE IN TO FOREVER) by larrinfinity [T · 1,646]

What maybe happened after Even's breakdown

(SERIES: Off-screen | Part 3)

STILL HERE by littlemovie (Lejla) [T · 19,030 · WIP]

Looking at Even, Isak couldn’t stop his left hand from caressing the side of Even’s face. He looked so peaceful, and at ease, sleeping now compared to the first time Isak watched over him in his sleep. It was truly amazing how far they had come in just a week.

✩ HEARTS DON'T BREAK AROUND HERE by LostInAdmiration  [G · 3,643]

Even was a ball of energy and fire - he flipped Isak’s life upside down the moment he came into it, and Eskild watched as Isak’s muscles began to uncoil and his heart started to fill and fill until it was positively overflowing.

✩ SOMETHING LIKE THIS by LostInAdmiration [T · 2,920]

"Isak didn’t know he could have something like this. Like a scene straight out of a movie - albeit a budget movie, with a mediocre script and slightly clumsy actors - but there he was, stood in a kitchen with a boy he loved, and who loved him right back, with the sun shining down on them both as they hugged each other tightly."

(Basically just a drabble about a sunny morning with pancakes and dancing in the kitchen, and soft boys saying 'I love you' to each other for the first time.)

SO MUCH OF YOU by mishabloom [T · 1,544]

Isak and Even cuddling in bed, Eskild barging in to say hello, and a lot of cuteness and soppy quotes

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