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Con Amore: Part 11

Bulletproof Melody Sequel

Description: Con Amore– A directive to a musician to perform a selected passage of a composition tenderly, with affectionate emotion, or in a loving manner; an instruction to the player of an instrument meaning ‘with love’ or ‘lovingly’. Three years with all seven of your loves, three years of relative peace. But now everything is threatened as darkness surges from the horizon.

Originally Posted: 12/15/2019

Tags: Superheroes, Ot7

Fluff/Angst: 2,166 words

A/N: A day after I said I would post it and almost three months after the last part, we’re at part eleven. Next part is interesting. I hope you like it. I’m just a little discouraged with this series and I’m getting stuck because there’s a lot of ends to weave in to finish this series.

You mulled over everything, making a couple notes about their plans while waiting for them to check in. They were checking the place that the tracker had traced back to.

“Tinny?”

“Here, you guys in?”

“Yeah, we’re done here. Raidho, Eihwaz, and Tiwaz are taking the equipment to another place to check it out. Sowilo and Laguz and I are going to try and pinpoint some of the people this was tracking. Raid is going to drop Mannaz back there.”

“Ok, be careful.” You sighed, feeling useless again. “Watch your six.”

“We will,” Tiwaz responded.

Raid appeared with Mannaz, quickly kissing you before teleporting away.

Jimin groaned and sat down, rubbing his legs.

You went over, rubbing his shoulders. “Usual pains?”

“Yeah. A little to the right.”

You shifted your ministrations to the right, feeling the muscle that was tense and carefully working at it. “Shifted to much?”

“Shifted into an elephant from a mouse,” He whimpered as your fingers found a knotted muscle.

“Oh, love,” You murmured sympathetically, kissing the top of his head. “You want me to draw a bath for you?”

He nodded slowly. “I think so.”

“Okay. Just wait here for a bit, I’ll get it all set up.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’ll have to avoid the drastic shifts while I’m gone unless absolutely necessary.”

He nodded again. “I’ll try.”

You nodded and went to draw the bath. You had to figure out a way to help them one last time before you went to the safe-house.

He came in while you were testing the water. “You okay?”

“Just…thinking.”

“Your phone rang, but it stopped after one ring.” He held it out to you, his voice gentle, as if sensing you were a little vulnerable. He sat next to you on the edge of the tub. “About this morning….”

You met his eyes, reaching up and brushing his hair from his eyes. “You were worried, I understand.”

“I know you do, but I still wanted to make sure we understand each other. I…I can’t stop worrying about you. And seeing this,” He pulled the photo from your appointment from his pocket. He had a watery smile as he looked at it. “The idea that this place, where you’re here with us, possibly being just as in danger as if we weren’t here….”

“We aren’t in danger here, well, no more than before you found out about me having an issue here. The only person who could pose a threat to us here doesn’t realize who I am yet. With me gone, it’s unlikely my past will be discovered.”

He sighed. “And the boys? What do you think their role is in all of this?”

Your mind went to a dozen different places, but settled in one place. One you didn’t want to bring up right now. “I’m not really sure. But I know that they’re important.”

“Are you packed?”

“I’m always packed. At least, nowadays I am.” You got up and turned off the water. “Do you need help?”

He nodded. “My shoulders are tight, too.”

You nodded in return and helped him take off his shirt, accepting the soft little kiss he pressed to your lips with a little glow of warmth and love in your chest. But you quickly helped him undress the rest of the way before leaving him to soak in the tub after the relieved sigh he let out after settling in. “I’ll check on you later.”

“Thanks, chubbs.”

You closed the door, then looked around the room, picking up pillows and making the bed a little neater. You weren’t sure which of the boys had slept in here, but you had your suspicions. You’d have to remind them to keep things tidy. You hugged a pillow and looked around at the strange walls as a wave of nausea came over you again. But this time it was the worry, that panic of having to leave the safety that came with the presence of your boys. Your loves.

You went back to the mission room, sitting with a pen and some paper to write a few things down for when you were gone. Your thoughts drifted as you tried to keep focused on the things you needed to remind them to do when you weren’t there, but instead found their way to your father.

You closed your eyes, trying to block the thoughts.

“There are three things you should always watch out for, my little hummingbird. Our job is a dangerous one. We gather things that people could misuse. We keep them locked away. Everyone will try to break in and get them,” He whispered as he wound the music box. He set it aside, the soft lullaby chiming, and wrapped you up tightly in his arms. “So there are three things you should always watch out for.”

You looked up at him sleepily, humming along with the lullaby that was playing.

“One, is coincidences. They don’t exist. So, if anything seems like one, you know it’s not. The second is those who use the guise of helping to hide their hunger for power. And the third,” He paused to yawn. “The third…third…”

Someone clucked reprovingly, but it was an amused sound as well.

Your mother gathered you up in her arms, kissing your forehead and humming along with you as your father fell into a deeper sleep. “The third, is the unbelievable. People with stars in their eyes, or wings on their backs. You will be an archivist, you will keep their secrets and provide them with the means to continue. You will see the most fantastical things, my love. And I hope we are always there to witness them with you.” She rubbed her nose against yours and you woke up in tears.

Worried eyes met yours as you focused on the person in front of you, the reason you woke up.

Jungkook gently brushed the tears from your cheek. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Just a dream,” You whispered.

“Pretty lullaby,” Taehyung murmured, laying on the floor and yawning.

You sucked on your lower lip for a moment, then realized Jungkook was looking at you with a sort of question in his eyes. You smiled a bit and leaned forward to kiss him before wrapping your arms around his neck.

He easily picked you up and carried you to the room you stayed in at night, then murmured he’d be right back.

You changed into pajamas and almost went to check on Jimin, but heard him telling Taehyung to get off the floor and left it alone since you also heard Namjoon with him.

Jungkook came in freshly showered and crawled into bed with you, laying on his side facing you and looking into your eyes. “Are you going to be okay? Alone with those kids?”

“I’ll survive. You still have the talisman.”

“Yeah. It’s safe. That’s just for the dangerous archives?”

“Mhmm, it’s mostly precautionary. I think they want Taehyun because he could tell them how to access the archives,” You whispered, then actually thought about what you were saying.

“Yoongi did say his powers were a little strange, but do you really think he might be able to tell them how to access the archives?”

“He can read the past. It’s entirely possible that he could find the answer to accessing them.”

He frowned in worry, then flinched as your phone starting ringing.

You stared at it, not moving to answer it.

The other boys heard it, poking their heads in.

Namjoon met your worried gaze, then nodded. “Put it on speaker.”

You hummed a protection song as you picked up the phone and answered. “Allo?”

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Yes, who is calling?” You spoke with a French accent, worried about who could be calling.

“My name is Gordon Sutcliffe, I’m calling on behalf of the Moorthes Museum of Art and Natural History. Our contact at St. Kishall Treaure Institute suggested we contact you regarding the verification of a collection of puzzle boxes from a private collector that we wish to display. The owner is claiming that they are the works of Jacqueline De Torrent,” The man on the other end of the line said, absolutely butchering her name.

“How many pieces in the collection?” You asked, suspicious.

“Five.”

You looked at Namjoon and shook your head. “Are you certain?”

“That’s what he is claiming, but we were hoping you would come in to verify that they actually are works of Jacqueline de Torrent.”

You cringed again. “I can tell you now that it is highly unlikely that whoever this collector is managed to acquire five pieces of Jacqueline Torrent de Cavalier. Before I make the trip, I do require photos to verify that this collection is real.”

“Of course, and the curator at St. Kishall’s gave us a general ballpark for your consultation fees.”

“I discuss price after I have agreed to consult. He gave you my email?”

“Uh, yes, miss.”

“Send the photos to that address and I’ll examine those, then tell you whether in-person verification is necessary or not. I need to see every side of the boxes. I’ll contact you further depending on my initial evaluation and we’ll discuss my fees then as well as times I am available.”

“Yes, of course—”

“Good day,” You said, then hung up.

They quickly surrounded you, Namjoon cupping your face in his hands.

“You’re trembling,” Yoongi murmured, taking your hand.

“Do you think that’s them?” Namjoon asked before pressing a kiss between your eyebrows.

“Of course, it’s too outrageous of a claim to be anything else,” You whispered.

“There’s no way you’re going. They must know who you are.” Jimin folded his arms, still partially supported by Taehyung.

“If I don’t go, it would confirm it,” You replied. “But I may be able to put it off for now—”

“No,” Seokjin said, his voice overpowering yours. Firm. He met Namjoon’s gaze. “There’s no such thing as coincidence. We should check it out. Even if it’s a trap. It might just give us the tools we need to beat these people.”

“Hyung, it could be dangerous!” Hoseok protested.

“Life is dangerous, Hoseok-ah. We’ll protect her as best we can, and she’s not exactly weak, either. She’s hidden for this long. We know they’re looking for all three of her identities, so maybe they don’t know. Yoongi and Taehyung can go with her to protect her, with Jungkook as backup. We make sure that even if they take her we can find her.” He met your gaze. “She’s safe-guarded the vaults, right?”

You nodded. “I did. I can’t reach the artifacts right now.”

“Then we give her a temporary power suppressors, and watch every move, and she evaluates the artifacts.”

“Power suppressors?” Taehyung squeaked.

“Just to mask my powers to any sensors. I’ll still have my powers, Tae. They just wouldn’t find out about them, not easily.” You stepped over to reassure him, kissing his lips to help calm him. “Not actual power suppressors.”

He nodded, a tiny shock jumped between the two of you. His eyes widened. “Will that hurt you? Oh my God, the baby? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine, Tae. It was little more than a static shock. I’ll be fine.” You brushed his hair from his face. “And…I agree with Jin. I think we may need to take the risk.”

Jimin growled, obviously against the idea.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around you. It was his baby, and you knew that even if he was fine sharing that with the boys, he still thought of that as his. He had been carefully avoiding being overprotective, but you knew this was a little more than he could handle. Especially since he’d been preparing himself to part with you. “If she’s doing that, then I’m going to be with her. Taehyung can be by her side, but I’m on standby.”

“Okay,” Namjoon finally said. “If she needs to go, then we’ll make sure to have multiple contingencies.”

Jimin let a high-pitched sound escape him.

Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook seemed equally uneasy about the whole thing.

“Are you sure, Namjoon?” Yoongi asked quietly.

Namjoon nodded sharply, face grim, chin jutting out stubbornly. “We need some sort of advantage. She can’t tell them where those boys are because the safehouse is in a location unknown to her as well. We’ll be there to protect her.”

You nodded. “I trust you all.” You looked to Tae. “You’ll be by my side, right?”

He nodded, straightening his shoulders a bit. “I’ll have to take the suppressants too?”

You nodded again, looking at the faces of all of the men you loved. “Last mission before I go.”

They all huddled in closer, settling in for at least one hand touching you.

You rested a hand over your stomach, hoping your baby knew how many wonderful people would love them.

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Part 10. Part 12.

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Con Amore: Part 10

Bulletproof Melody Sequel

Originally Posted: 09/20/2019

Tags: Superheroes, Ot7

Fluff/Angst: 2,070 words

A/N: Well, here’s another part for those of you invested!

“We said no secrets,” Jimin objected, folding his arms. “You did, and I said it was a ridiculous expectation,” You countered. “Look, there are some things that are better left unsaid until the timing is right. This is the wrong time.” He glared at you poutily. “If it’s that important we should have known before we ever teamed up with them!” “This is why I didn’t want you to say anything! Are you happy now?” You asked Yoongi, completely exasperated. “It’s Joon’s fault,” He muttered. “I was worried,” Namjoon said defensively. “We all just need to calm down and talk about this. Calmly.” The three youngest started objecting and arguing all at once, with Namjoon, you, and each other. Hoseok tried to get them to stop fighting, and Yoongi was cringing on the sidelines. Jin got dragged into the argument when one of them accused him of keeping secrets too.

You took a textbook from the shelf and slammed it onto the table, earning a startled silence that you quickly took over. “Enough! All of you just sit down and shut up or I swear I’m going to do something stupid and dangerous and potentially life-threatening.” “You wouldn’t,” Taehyung said boldly. “Watch me, shocky. I’ve got a whole archive of potentially deadly artifacts that need organizing,” You snapped back. His mouth snapped shut into a pout. Obviously still thinking you were bluffing, but seeing the sense in not pushing things. You sat down, dropping your head into your hands as they all remained quiet. “Date us all, they said. We’ll make sure it’s never hard, they said. Well, I call bull. You all rarely ever make this easy and right now is when you especially need to make it easy. You will never, ever know everything about me because I will likely never know everything about myself so get a grip. I don’t need you giving me crap for having secrets. We all have secrets. Some of them we only share with one other person and others we don’t share at all because we know that it’s hard enough for us to know ourselves. Nothing has changed.” “We all said early on, that sometimes there would be things that we couldn’t share with the whole group and that it was okay,” Namjoon continued when he saw you were done speaking. “She said she’ll tell all of us when it’s over, so that’s what she’ll do. For now, though, we should just be enjoying the fact that she’s still here. She’s leaving soon. Right, baby?” You nodded. “Day after next.” “Did you make an appointment like you said you wanted to?” He asked gently, moving to sit beside you. You nodded. “Later today.” “Do you have a preference in who goes with you?” You met his eyes, unsure. “Do you want me to go with you? Hobi can handle things here.” You nodded, easily shifting over to his lap when he held out his arms. He stroked your hair and back. “Alright, then the rest of you get back to preparations. We know the fight is coming to us, so let’s be ready for it.” Jimin stopped on his way out, pressing a kiss to your head. “I’m just worried, chubs.” “I know,” You whispered back. He sighed and left with the others, most of whom also dropped kisses on your head or cheek in passing. Jin waited, kissing both you and Namjoon. “If it’s anything like I think it is, I understand.” Then he left. Namjoon waited until the door clicked shut. “Have you been getting enough sleep?” “I got more last night,” You replied, tucking into his chest as best you could. “Morning sickness?” “Mild, just general queasiness instead of full on nausea. Until all of this. It’s another reason I wanted to make an appointment. Other than the sickness and the fatigue…it doesn’t seem real. I need it confirmed, you know?” He nodded. “I know. You seem sort of sleepy now. You want to try a nap? We’ve got plenty of time.” You nodded. “Joon?” “Yeah, baby?” “Am I a coward? For hiding away from the fight?” “No, not even a little. And you’re not hiding. You want to be here, and we know that. But for the baby’s sake, it’s best if you aren’t. I know you can do quite a lot while pregnant, but fighting is something none of us want to risk. Not when it comes to you.” He lay you down and immediately joined you, kicking his shoes off before covering both of you up with a blanket. “And you’re protecting those boys.” “She said they’re looking for my human identity.” “Yeah. Kind of scary.” “But it also might afford us an opportunity to see some of the faces of our enemy?” He hummed, but it was a disapproving hum. “Sounds risky.” “Everything is risky. We can make sure I’m safe, maybe even get a hostage.” “I’ll think about it. You’re not going to be able to nap, are you?” “No.” “Think they can fit you in earlier?” “Maybe, we can always try.” Both of you got up and dressed, then found Taehyung to transport the two of you to the clinic. The waiting room was empty and the nurse said that they had an opening in a little bit, so the two of you sat down and he started looking through some of the baby information packets while you mindlessly flipped through a magazine. You remembered what Yoongi said about planning a nursery and sighed. Maybe if you got a bunch of magazines, then you could all cut out pictures of ideas and stuff. It would at least give you a project for while you were in the safe house. “This fight…it might take a while,” Namjoon whispered after a while. “Even my plans make it last a long time, because I don’t want any part of it remaining. Nothing to threaten our baby.” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. “We’ll probably have to move to a new house after all of this.” “Yeah, it said in the news that our house got burned down. Glad you told us to empty it.” You sighed again, closing your eyes against the world. “How many times will I have to lose my home?” “Hey, look at me,” He whispered, turning and cupping your face in his hands. His face was a portrait of emotions that would take you years to completely parcel out. “As long as we’re all together, anywhere is home for me. We’ll find another place to live, maybe one that’s even better. But as long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter if I live in a closet when I’m not sleeping with you.” “Y/n? Come on back,” A new nurse called, smiling as she led you back to a room. You left with a photo in your hands, unable to tear your eyes away from the blob of an almost humanoid looking thing that was your baby. Namjoon guided you down the sidewalk, and across the street to the pharmacy. “Alright, we need to get you some vitamins because she said you seemed a little low in iron and we want you to be as healthy as possible. You said you wanted some magazines for the safe house?” “Yeah,” You murmured, glancing around, but ultimately looking back at your smudge-baby. “Hey, you okay?” “It’s just…weird. You know? This blob is going to be a baby that I give birth to in thirty weeks. How long is thirty weeks?” “I think it’s somewhere around seven months,” He replied patiently. “Like she said, it’s due around February 6th.” “How are you not freaking out?” “It’s taking every ounce of self-control I’ve got to not run over to the store and buy everything a nursery needs,” He answered sincerely. “But, hearing it’s heartbeat…” He stepped in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That was wonderful,” You whispered. “And a relief. It’s so hard to tell this early on. It almost didn’t feel real.” “She was really worried about how stressed you were. And she did say you should get some clothes.” “Yeah, things are getting a little tight,” You admitted reluctantly. He kissed your cheek. “Calm before the storm, let’s try and get you things you’ll need in the next couple weeks. So, the vitamins she recommended, looser clothing…anything else?” “Nothing I can’t get if I need it.” You kept hold of his arm as he led the way through the store. “There’s a store a ways away from the safe house. Small enough to be off the grid, big enough to have anything I might need. I’m going to go through some of the boxes of my family’s stuff. The things I haven’t gone through. There are some clothes there that I can probably use.” “You think about her a lot now, don’t you?” “My mom? Yeah. What about you? Thinking about your parents?” “I left to protect them, and they know that now, but I can’t see them without putting them in danger. Same for most of the others. Although, Jin-hyung’s parents threw him out, so did Jimin’s. It’s hard to imagine what kind of father’s we’ll be. Hoseok had a good father, and Jimin said his father was good until they found out about him. Tae’s father is still in his life, and Jungkook has been talking to his family again. It’s hard to get any information out of Yoongi, but now and then he goes away for a weekend and I know he sees his brother at least.” “He’ll be so loved,” You whispered. “You think it’s a boy?” You shrugged. “I don’t really know. At some points I think boy, and others I think girl.” He crouched to compare the vitamins. “These are the ones she suggested. This one is herbal and the other—” “Herbal.” “You have to take this one twice a day, though.” “I can handle that. We’ll need to go to the other store for me to get some clothes.” He nodded, smiling a little. “Hey.” You tilted your head a little. “Thanks for letting me be the one to come with you. I needed a break from planning.” He kissed your forehead. You smiled up at him. “I’m happy you came too. I’m happy we did this. Although, now it’s really real. Oh my god, what if I mess it up and they end up needing major counseling for depression and anxiety because I was such a bad mother, or because we all got killed when they were in their prime developmental years? What if I raise a supervillain? What if my kid is the next black sheep of the family that tries to exploit the archives in a dangerous way?” “First of all, you’re going to be a great mother. Second, we’ll all make sure that they don’t end up that way. Even if we get killed…we’ve already talked about it a little. We were just waiting for the right time to talk to you about it, which is apparently now. We figured that the strongest connection is to Hoseok’s family, since they actually know the whole situation we live in, so we wanted to make sure that legally, if anything were to happen to one of us, they would take our child and care for it. Hoseok already broached the subject and they were receptive. Is that okay?” “Yeah, that’s actually really good, a really good idea. I’m glad you guys thought of that. Okay.” You tried to calm your breathing down. “And the backup plan for that?” “Tae’s family, probably.” He grabbed some bandages and antiseptic, as well as various painkillers. You shuddered as you thought of what those would be used for. Of not being the one to use them. You couldn’t bear the idea of them getting hurt while you were gone. You didn’t know if you could lose any of them. You still dreamed of them being killed and tortured by your father. “That’s a good choice,” You forced yourself to say. He looked back and held out his hand with a small smile. “We’re putting thought into our future. I promise. Do you need anything else while we’re here?” “Not from here.” “Okay, then lets go pay for this and head to the bigger store.”

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Part 9. Part 11.

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Con Amore: Part 5

Bulletproof Melody Sequel

Originally Posted: 08/02/2019

Tags: Superheroes, Ot7

Fluff/Angst: 2,463 words

A/N: Well, let’s keep this going. It’s a day or two later than I intended. I had a lot of not-so-great things happen within my family, so I needed time to veg.

“Nightingale, come to threaten the Conservatory again?” The dean met you in the main hall, caution in her gaze. “I came for something of mine that you have. Siphon.” “Mmm, I heard. He’s on his way. It took all of you to come get him?” She asked dryly, scanning over you and the boys. “Looking a little ragged, too.” “The Oasis Initiative has been revived,” You said calmly. Her gaze snapped to you, a hiss escaping her. “We weren’t sure who it was that was after Siphon. Are you certain?” “The high priestess of the light temple is sending one of her people here to consult with both of us unless I tell her differently. She was the one to pass on the information and unless you know of another dark organization that hunted and attempted to remove the powers of super-humans that had been disbanded before, I would say it’s the same group.” You didn’t move, allowing your gaze to follow her movement as she started to pace. “I’m surprised you’re warning me. You’ve made your disapproval of this place very clear.” “Unfortunately, this place is a stronghold, not easily conquered and a good base to fight them from.” She stopped, her eyes lighting up. “You wish to fight them.” You tilted your head slightly, gaze sliding to Siphon as they entered. “I will be supporting the boys as they fight them. I figure you wish to maintain your stronghold, protect the students. I only ask that you protect any other supers that need it and allow us to operate within the safety of the conservatory until this threat has been dealt with.” “You are backing away from a fight?” She looked confused. Siphon hurried over, grabbing Taehyung and Namjoon in a hug, then Yoongi, followed by Hoseok and Jungkook, before he half-hugged you and carefully took Jimin. “As I said, I will be providing support for the boys, as I always do. My reasons for not fighting at their side are my own, and until the need arises I would like to keep them that way. If you need incentive to agree, I do have a gift prepared.” “And I assume you also have a threat in case I threaten you?” “I see you’ve learned from my last visit?” She shrugged a shoulder. “Well, I’ll take your gift. My students are not suited for any sort of missions at the moment. Your assessment was…accurate.” You pulled the box from your pocket. “It only works for your kind.” She had one of the guards take it from you and bring it to her. She examined the box a moment before opening it. “A…necklace?” “An amulet depicting Ladon, the ancient Greek dragon that guarded the golden apples of the hesperides. A bite, a scratch, or a single wound from him would kill the intruder. You remember the man I was researching last I was here? Sentry?” She nodded slightly, still examining the amulet. “His daughter asked me to keep this safe. Said I’d have need of it. And she was right. She said that it gave a dragon shifter the same abilities as Ladon. She also gave me a bottle of antidote for the poison, but I prefer to keep that myself. For safety reasons.” She smirked. “A great gift indeed. I’m assuming the other catch is that I must be fighting intruders?” “That was probably one of the details she glossed over.” You shrugged, making a clueless face. “Nonetheless, it is indeed a valuable gift. I’ll give you the top floor of the North-eastern wing to work out of and get to work strengthening our defenses. I’ll keep an eye out for this ambassador from the light temple. This does not mean that we’re friends.” “Good,” You replied easily. “I’m not trying to be. I’m just negotiating a temporary treaty.” “Glad we understand each other. I’ll send a couple healing students up to treat your teammates.” You nodded. “I’m assuming we don’t need to be escorted up.” She gestured for us to be on our way. You walked confidently down the hall, holding one of Jin’s hands in your own as he carried Jimin. You weren’t sure when you took his hand, but you had it now and you weren’t about to let go. The elevator was large, equipped for taking heavy equipment and large groups of people. You punched in the destination and the doors closed. A nauseating jolt later and the doors opened again. Jin squeezed your hand. “You alright?” “Let’s get somewhere we know is private first before we catch up,” Namjoon decided, nodding to two figures a little further down the hall. The two came to attention as you approached. “We’re here to heal people?” The older boy, who was at least fifteen said, but it sounded like he wasn’t actually sure. “Tiwaz’s knee, and Mannaz has a few injuries,” You told them, gently taking Jimin from Jin. They both looked at Jimin’s wounds and then the boy looked at the group. “Which one of you is Tiwaz?” “Limpy, here,” Jin said, jabbing his thumb at Namjoon. The younger boy nodded and went over. He was healing Jimin already, completely concentrated to the point his tongue stuck out. But he seemed nervous. “I don’t bite, and neither will he,” You murmured, smirking a bit. He glanced up at you, surprised. “Oh…um….” “I know, I have a reputation. Just remember there are two sides to every story,” You spoke softly, stroking Jimin’s head. “And not every bad guy is completely evil.” He frowned. “But then how do you decide if someone is a bad guy?” “They hurt people, or they do things that threaten to hurt people. And sometimes you may think their reasoning is sound,” You looked away, thinking over the rest of your answer, “But it’s the duty of those capable to protect others. Doctors swear an oath of helping anyone that needs it. They don’t choose their patients, they just heal them. Even…even if they don’t think that that person deserves to be saved, they still do their job because to do so would go against what they swore to do. Do you understand?” “Is that why you don’t fight often? Because the lines are too blurry?” “I choose other ways of helping people. I’m not suited to fighting.” “But you are one. I’ve seen the footage. So why aren’t you fighting people who are threatening people?” He was almost glaring. You arched an eyebrow. “You’re the healer, you tell me.” He frowned and then sort of looked you up and down before his eyes widened. “You’re taught here that life begins and ends with being a hero. Nothing can threaten that. That romance and anything normal is beyond your grasp. But it’s not true. You miss too much if you live your whole life making lines between yourself and your superhero persona. There’s so much more to life than that.” You set Jimin down now that he was healed and he shifted back into human form, immediately turning and hanging onto Jin, who just held him up. “Also, if you breathe a word of it, I will silence you for the rest of your life.” He looked stunned for a second, then laughed slightly. “You’re crazy.” “All the best people are.” “You talk like you attended here.” “Well, you’re quicker on the uptake than your dean,” You replied, rolling your eyes. “Get back to classes. Him too.” He nodded and grabbed the younger boy, who was looking at Mannaz with awe and admiration. “Hey, name?” He looked back, stuck for a moment. “Beomgyu.” You nodded and opened the door to room, checking it for furniture and finding a basic dorm room. The elevator dinged. “What was that about?” Jimin asked. You shook your head. “Seemed important.” He nodded. “It was. But I’m still a little surprised. Normally you wouldn’t start talking to someone like that.” You shrugged. “I don’t know.” The others followed you into the room, closing the door. You hummed a song to prevent anyone from hearing or seeing anything that happened in the room, setting it to a charm from storage that kept the melody going. “Did they treat you alright? I was so worried,�� Namjoon said, not fighting when Jin hugged him. “I’m fine, I was worried about you guys. And I know it worried you,” He said, coming over and kissing you. You just smiled up at him. “I’m alright as long as you all are safe.” “Are you sick? You seem pale and you looked like you might puke in the elevator.” “She’s pregnant,” Jimin told him, arms wrapping around you from behind and chin resting on your shoulder. Jin froze for a moment, then grinned. “Really?” You nodded. He leaned in and kissed you again, grinning happily. “That’s so great!” “Except now we have an even bigger enemy staring down the barrel at us,” Yoongi muttered. Jin’s face morphed into worry. “Right. The oasis initiative.” He shuddered slightly. “I barely escaped back then. I’m stronger now, but….” “But they already found you once. Found us earlier today as well. I don’t think they were expecting us to be much of a fight, though.” You breathed slowly and deeply to help calm yourself. “I think they were only after you. They may have had record of your family. Or maybe they knew you were associated with Jin in some way and wanted to make sure no one noticed he was missing.” Namjoon folded his arms. “I want you in the safest place.” “Whoa, hey, let’s not separate right after we’re reunited,” Jin protested, wrapping his arms around you and Jimin. “I still have to meet the ambassador from the light temple, and see if they have any more information about the other threat I was warned of. I’m safe here. None of you will let me get hurt and they’d have to get past a bunch of stuff to get to us. Until the fighting actually starts, let me stay with all of you,” You reasoned, meeting Namjoon’s eyes. “Please, hyung, it’s easier to stay calm with her around,” Jungkook pleaded quietly. “And she makes sure we’re all in the best shape for fighting. If she’s gone we’re all going to be worried about wherever she is not being safe enough.” “Taehyung would be with her.” Namjoon looked uncomfortable, nervous, like he hadn’t considered that even being a possibility. “Part of the time,” Hoseok pointed out. “We’d still need his help here.” “Which would mean he would be tired,” Yoongi added. “I’ll go when the fighting starts in earnest, Joon. I promise.” You had wiggled your way out from between Jin and Jimin, and you placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “I have no intention of doing anything that could harm this baby. How long have we been together?” “Three years,” He answered in a whisper. “Three years. And you trust me?” He nodded. “Of course.” “Then you need to trust my judgment. Right now, we’re safe.” He sighed and dropped his forehead to rest against yours. “Trust in me.” “Don’t even think about singing that song! It was stuck in my head for three days last time,” Hoseok protested. You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t going to. I don’t want to force you guys to trust me. I just want you to do it because I’ve earned your trust.” Namjoon pulled you back into his arms, tucking his head in your neck. You ran a hand through his hair. “I trust you all to protect the world, trust me to protect this baby. Our baby. Right now, we just need to keep breathing.” You started humming, slipping gently away from Joon to pull all of them toward the one single bed, making sure Jin had prime real-estate beside you. They all managed to pile on, getting semi-comfortable around you. Jin placed slow kisses around your face, slowly relaxing in the safety of your arms, as well as the arms of the other boys as they quickly dropped off to sleep. You met Jin’s eyes, knowing most of them wouldn’t stir if you started talking quietly. “Are you okay?” “I was worried about all of you.” “You said that already, but you must have been startled to wake up back here.” He nodded slowly. “It was like waking up to a nightmare, then they said something about an evil organization being after me and I just about lost it because that meant they left all of the guys open to an attack. And you. It left you open to attack. You said that they found you all earlier today?” “We actually escaped pretty easily, though tAhere was a moment there. If Jungkook had been a few seconds slower we probably wouldn’t be here.” You knew he would want the truth. “They weren’t expecting us to survive the grenade launcher.” He breathed out shakily and cuddled closer to you. “But, a baby?” “Yeah. Terrible timing.” “Seems to be a trend with us.” “I know I should be somewhere safe, but the thought of being away from all of you scares me. Not knowing how you are at any given moment? I don’t know if I could do that.” “Besides, you’re an important part of our planning process. We’re going to be crazily overprotective, but we mean well. Okay? Now, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” You laughed as silently as you could. “I don’t know. Either will be nice, though the girl would be very amusing with seven dads.” Dear God. That would be a mess. How would you explain that it really wasn’t actually normal? “Then again, maybe a boy would be better for the first?” “I hope it’s a girl. One that looks like you.” You smiled. “Except because of genetic variation—” “Shh, let me have my fantasies.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “A boy will be fine too, though. We could teach him a lot.” You nodded. “We could.” “I wonder if he’ll have your powers.” You hummed, closing your eyes but afraid to sleep. “Relax, y/n,” Jin whispered. “Everything will be okay as long as we’re all together.” You weren’t certain that was true. A lot of bad could come from all of you being together. One of you could take things too far when protecting the others, or prioritize the life of a loved one over that of a stranger. The latter wasn’t wholly bad, but it also wasn’t wholly good. It was a gray area that people liked to ignore when possible. You slipped into nightmares that recurred ever since your first mission with your lovers.

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Con Amore: Part 4

Bulletproof Melody Sequel

Originally Posted: 07/24/2019

Tags: Superheroes, Ot7

Fluff/Angst: 1,959 words

A/N: Well, at least people are reading it. Are you guys at least enjoying it?

“A light priestess?” Jimin looked surprised. Taehyung looked confused. “She runs a sort of temple or sanctuary, she brought one of the healers when we made our escape from the hospital three years ago,” You told Tae. His eyes lit with recognition and he nodded. “Anyway, she got word that the people who took Jin did so in a misguided form of protection. He was being tracked down by the agents of the Oasis Initiative.” Tae’s head jerked back up. Yoongi took a deep breath. “And the people who have Jin?” You shifted. “Have any of you heard of the Conservatory?” “Whispers here and there,” Namjoon tilted his head, “But nothing substantial.” “Jin-hyung talked to me about it once, after someone asked me if I wanted to improve my abilities. They said they wanted me to join,” Jimin replied. You nodded a little. “They’re a training school. Sort of. They’re good for some things, but there’s corruption and poisonous teachings as well. It can feel like a sanctuary to someone without direction, and prison to those who know their purpose. I…I went there to hone my fighting abilities right after my parents…well, my mom…” Jungkook wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You sighed softly. “Anyway, when I got out I made sure they couldn’t trace me and then I started striking out on my own. I never wanted to go back. They tried to recruit Nightingale, but I’d found out even more about them and basically threatened the school and the dean. When everything was going down, our first mission together, I went back. With Jin.” “The files,” Jimin murmured. “Yeah. Anyway, Jin went there too. Long enough to become an instructor known as Siphon. They kidnapped Jin to protect him. The Conservatory might be the best place to fight the Oasis group.” “Okay, and what if they don’t agree?” Yoongi asked warily. “You just…you’ll have to trust me, okay?” You looked into each of their eyes. “I’ll go first, then—no. That won’t work. We’ll have to go together, but you have to let me do the talking.” “Okay. Now is there anything else we should know before we go?” Namjoon asked, careful not to use his power. You took a deep breath, nodding. “There is one thing.” “Yea?” Tae looked surprised. “Mmhmm. I’m pregnant.” They all froze. “Which actually explains a lot, like why I’m so weepy when I’m stressed, smell aversion, why I’ve been so tired—I mean, the past few retrieval missions have been way more exhausting than usual—and, the piece de resistance, the nausea.” You rubbed your temple. “Stress tends to aggravate the symptoms.” “Are you kidding?” Hobi asked. “Because if you are, it’s not funny.” “The test is on the counter in the bathroom. And it really isn’t funny. The timing is crappy and I’m absolutely terrified because I know I can’t fight this time, but I also need to see Jin safe and see all of you together.” Hoseok gently cupped your face and kissed it. “I love you so much, Tinny. It’s going to be okay. We’ll protect you and our baby and…” He choked up and seemed to decide that kissing you was the only option he had. The others were still too stunned or conflicted to react, all gathered around the positive test. “Okay. It’s going to be okay. We have a plan. Her and Tae in the safe-house, while we fight….” “Namjoon, first we need to go to the Conservatory. Then after I’m assured you’re all okay, I’ll stand as far from the fighting as possible. We need to pack up and move on, though.” You eased a crutch under Jimin’s arm. “Jungkook, help Jimin. Hoseok, help Namjoon. I’m going to change. Tae, can you check us out of the hotel?” He nodded, gathering the room keys while Yoongi made sure you had everything. You switched to your signature fighting suit, making sure Yoongi hid it from people before exiting the hotel. Jimin was sitting across Hoseok, Jungkook, and Namjoon in the very back seat. You chewed your lip, trying to figure out how Yoongi and Tae would fit into the small car. It was another reason you had wanted to trade in that vehicle for one that was more spacious, but all of you had thought that having one car that got good gas mileage was a good idea. So, of course, the vehicle you used when trips didn’t take you out of the country or a few days drive away was the stupid sedan. For a second you were almost glad that all seven of them weren’t there, then your anger toward the Conservatory and the Oasis Initiative roared up. Yoongi gently moved Jimin so that he was only on Jungkook and Namjoon, climbing onto Hoseok’s lap. Tae got into the front passenger seat as you started the car up, out of breath and slightly annoyed. “Lady wouldn’t shut up. But we almost have enough points for a free night in one of the hotel branches.” “Wonderful. Seatbelt.” “Huh? Oh.” You whipped out of the parking space, humming no particular tune as you tried to think of what may lie ahead. You were glad you had canceled your job for today with an excuse of getting strep throat. You slammed on the brakes, ignoring the protesting squeaks and grunts from behind you. “Forcefield.” The weapon was leveled at the car and you grasped at the shift. “Forcefield,” You squeaked again. Jungkook finally understood, thankfully, but the car still moved with the explosion. You slammed on the gas, heading straight at the jerk trying to kill you and almost all of the people you care about before the flames and smoke dissipated. There was a satisfying thud, and the windshield had a webbing of cracks in it from him rolling over the car. “Damn, Tinny,” Hoseok muttered. “Glad we didn’t leave any later. You okay?” “Just glad the airbags didn’t go off. Joon, a little warning would have been nice. “I was just about to warn you when you hit the brakes. We’re still in trouble.” “Take a left,” Yoongi instructed. You did as told, pulling the map from the console. “Tae, find the nearest hot pink mark on there. It’ll be our transport point.” “Right,” He started searching. “Phones off, batteries out?” Yoongi asked. “We better,” You agreed. Tae tossed your purse back to them, causing Jimin to hiss in pain, then he made a triumphant sound. “Got it.” “Good.” You moved your seat back. “Switch me. 3, 2, 1.” Taehyung transported both of you into each other’s seat and hit the gas. You started mentally sifting through storage to find both the object you would use as leverage against the Conservatory, and the object you would use as a peace offering, if need be. “Chim, how you feeling?” “Carsick,” He grumbled. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” Tae replied, taking a right turn. “Joon?” “I don’t sense any danger right now. Yoongi?” “I think we lost them. I don’t think they expected their first plan to fail.” “Then we need to drive under the radar. Yoongi, hide us.” “Baby, you okay?” Hoseok asked, sounding concerned at your distracted voice. “Looking for something,” You murmured. “Got it. Remember, when we get there you have to let me do the talking. They will target every weakness, so don’t give them any more than we already have. And for now, don’t say a word about me being pregnant. Act as if the walls have ears unless I tell you otherwise, because they very well might. And whatever happens, don’t go into section 36. If they try to take you there, you fight for all you’re worth because fighting them is much easier than fighting what waits there.” “Should I shift?” “I think so. Something small. We’ll need Kook to help Joon.” Tae drove into a surprisingly rural area, pulling onto a dirt road. “We should ditch the car.” “We need to burn it,” Namjoon said. “Stop here, then. Everyone out. We’ll walk the rest of the way to the transport point.” You unbuckled and got ready to take Jimin “Yoongi, can you report it stolen?” You asked, getting out of the car, but holding onto the door as another wave of nausea washed over you. “Yeah, give me a minute.” Hoseok handed you Jimin once you nodded that you were okay. Yoongi finished the call. The boys went through the car, pulling out everything even slightly useful and shoving it into a duffel bag that Hoseok slung over his shoulders. They left in the papers that one would normally find in the car, and an umbrella, for authenticity, along with the car keys minus a few of your special keys. “So, how bad is this really going to be?” Yoongi asked in a low tone while Tae, Hobi and Jungkook worked to set fire to your car. “Well, first we have to hope that they don’t just shoot us on sight.” “Oh.” “It’s not likely, but they may be easily startled. Hence me doing the talking.” “Right. So it’s for everyone’s safety.” “Exactly. Plus I want Jungkook to have us in a forcefield, if you’re okay to do that?” You looked to him. Jungkook nodded. “That’s easy.” Namjoon came over from the tree he had been leaning against, limping slightly. “You said your friend, the light priestess, was sending one of her people to confirm things?” You nodded, mind worrying over who the man could be and what kids might be in trouble. “Once we get into the conservatory I may have Taehyung and Yoongi head to the children’s homes where we’ve identified supers and pull them. Take them somewhere safe.” “Such as?” “Maybe the Temple. I’m not sure right now.” You felt like you were forgetting something important, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Maybe something in the archives that could help? Or maybe it was something you had been taught about the Oasis Initiative? Jungkook ducked under Joon’s arm, supporting him so that he didn’t put weight on his injured knee. Yoongi led the way down the road after Taehyung showed him the map, more than likely checking all around to make sure no one was watching. You kissed the top of Jimin’s head, stroking his fur with your nose. “You okay, Jimin-ah?” He meowed and rubbed his face into your arm. You took that as a yes, because even if he wasn’t there wasn’t anything you could do for him. “Is that it?” Taehyung asked, pointing ahead. You nodded. You all gathered around it, and Jungkook prepared to put a forcefield around all of you. Then you all entered the portal as one. Jungkook put the forcefield up. “State your business!” A guard from the Conservatory had a weapon leveled at you. “My name is Nightingale, and you have something of ours. I request an audience with the dean,” You said in a sing-song manner that would hopefully make them less trigger-happy. “And why should we believe that?” “Because I bet Siphon hasn’t exactly been cooperative and he will once I talk to him. Also, I have something she might be interested in.” He consulted with the other guard by his side. “Fine, but one wrong move and we shoot all of you!” “Sounds fair,” You replied, knowing that they wouldn’t get very far if they tried. “Lower your weapons.” They did so reluctantly. You nodded slightly and strode purposefully behind the guards. The sight of the building only made you want to run away, but the promise of seeing Jin again was pressing at your heart and forcing you forward. He was so very close now.

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Does anyone actually want to read the rest of Con Amore? Or should I just post it on Ao3 and be done with it?

#con amore #bulletproofmelody updates #this is a legit question #i feel like im talking to a void here #best interactions have been on ao3 or from ao3 readers lately

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Bulletproof Melody Masterpost

Bulletproof Melody Masterpost: Superhero!BTS: What happens when circumstances force you to team up with the infamous Bulletproof Boyscouts? Will you be able to beat the villain threatening all of you and your town? Or will you watch everything burn? Complete.

Prologue: Meet the Heroes: A Character Guide Post

Total Wordcount: 30,232

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8/Finale

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Harmonious Extras:

Winding Down: One of the Halloween story raffle submissions; reader x Ot7 BTS from Bulletproof melody, fluffy and cuddly with kisses. Wordcount: 2,491.

Turkey Tango: One of the Thanksgiving story raffle submissions, Bulletproof Melody Universe, reader x ot7. Helping kids make Thanksgiving crafts proves a difficult task for the boys, who show you how difficult once they get you home. Wordcount: 2,064

Lost in You: One of the story raffle submissions; You and Jera/Hoseok make out in a corn maze while the other boys are lost. Hoseok x reader.

All I Want For Christmas: Christmas (and halloween) Story Raffle Submission, reader x ot7. The Bulletproof Melody boys are at it again and this time the gift they’re asking for is pretty special.

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Con Amore: Con Amore– A directive to a musician to perform a selected passage of a composition tenderly, with affectionate emotion, or in a loving manner; an instruction to the player of an instrument meaning ‘with love’ or 'lovingly’. Three years with all seven of your loves, three years of relative peace. But now everything is threatened as darkness surges from the horizon.

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/Finale

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Lost in You

Description: One of the story raffle submissions; You and Jera/Hoseok make out in a corn maze while the other boys are lost.

Warnings: Read Description

Posted: 12/14/2018

Tags: Superhero!BTS

IDK: 795 words

A/N: This is super late, and very sucky, but here it is.

You giggled and rushed toward the corn maze. You hadn’t done one of these since you were ten and frankly, you loved mazes. It was a puzzle. Your job was puzzles. The boys hurried after you, then some rushed ahead of you. Hoseok stayed right by your side, but so did Jimin. You pushed the admission fees into the box when all of the boys were waiting there, then quickly bought a cider slushee for you and a few of the others who wanted them. “Guys, try to take it slow. Enjoy the ride. No cheating!” Jungkook and Taehyung gave you reluctant looks of agreement. Jimin just hugged you. Namjoon and Yoongi were barely even listening. Namjoon was sipping his slushee while conversing with Yoongi about some music they were working on for themselves and you in case of a future team up. Hoseok was holding your hand. “Mind if I stick with you?” “I don’t mind at all.” You smiled up at him. Taehyung called for Jimin to join them, and the clinger ran to catch up with the other two boys. “Perfect, let them get ahead a bit,” Hoseok muttered, pulling you slightly to slow you down as the boys all entered the corn maze. You smiled, marveling at how possessive he could be when all the other boys were around. It wasn’t an all the time thing, but sometimes he just craved your attention and the others were all there to prevent it. He just needed to have your attention to himself sometimes. You were more than happy to oblige. Hoseok wrapped an arm around your waist. “It’s really hard dating you while all of them are hanging around wanting your attention.” “Well, they’re lost in the maze, and we’re on a date. I know putting up with our family while we’re trying to explore a relationship is difficult,” You said softly. He pulled you into a dead end and it closed off suddenly. You arched an eyebrow, smiling as you heard objections throughout the maze from the boys. He shrugged. “Make it more interesting. Make sure we’re not interrupted.” “Oh? And what exactly are you preventing them from interrupting?” You let him wrap his arms around your waist, sliding your hands up his arms to his shoulders, then wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down and kissed you, softly at first, then he put a little more pressure behind his second kiss, holding you tightly. You leaned into him, finding yourself humming happily. He chuckled then went in for a third kiss, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on some sort of plant structure he created. His hand slid through your hair and he pulled you gently by your neck into another kiss. Then another. As if he felt you becoming shy, he gently squeezed your waist. “I love you.” You melted back into his touch. “I love you.” The kiss that followed was passionate, deep and all-consuming. You didn’t even hesitate to let him in as his tongue licked across your lip. You two got lost in kissing, and hands exploring each other’s bodies a little until suddenly there was a shout from nearby. You scrambled away from Yoongi, face burning way too hot for your liking and facing away from both boys. Hoseok huffed, looking indignantly at Yoongi. “What?” Yoongi folded his arms. “You’ve been in here for almost an hour. We finished the maze, got donuts, and more slushees, and we kind of want to go.” You gave an embarrassed cough. “Sorry. We’re coming.” Hoseok muttered grumpily. “If we have to.” Yoongi gave you both a disturbed pout. “Geez. We’re outside. Don’t even think about picking that up while we’re all at home.” Then he disappeared. Hoseok got up, then hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you back to him. “We have got to find time away.” You smiled up at him. “Well…maybe if you take me out on a real date…we could end up…somewhere other than home.” His hold on you tightened as he caught up to you and began walking away with you. “Like, going out to dinner? Just the two of us?” “Mmm, that would be considered a date,” You replied. He swooped you around and pressed a needy kiss to your lips, delving back into the same passion as before. “Maybe we could skip.” You nodded, letting out a sound you didn’t know you could make. “Your safe house, maybe?” You nodded and hummed, pulling him into your safe house and pulling him into a kiss. They’ll figure out where you two went eventually. His body was pressed to yours and any words exchanged were simply confessions of love. The best feeling in the world.

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Bulletproof Melody: Part 7

Description: Superhero!BTS: What happens when circumstances force you to team up with the infamous Bulletproof Boyscouts? Will you be able to beat the villain threatening all of you and your town? Or will you watch everything burn?

Prologue: Meet the Heroes

Warnings: Violence, gore, Tinny’s done playing

Posted: 11/05/2018

Tags: SuperheroAU, Superhero!BTS, superpowered!BTS

Angst with little fluffs: 3,320 words

A/N: I have no idea how I’m going to end this thing. Also, the songs mentioned are Titanium by whomever and then i believe by Christina Perri. Because the translations of BTS songs just didn’t work for what I needed.

“It has to be this guy.” Jimin’s words were soft, but in the silent room they caught everyone’s attention. “What? Why?” Jungkook asked before anyone else. Jimin looked up at you. “He’s related to your mother.” You frowned. “What?” “That’s…that makes sense actually. From her file…your mom’s family…” Namjoon was beating around the bush as he looked through your mother’s file. You hadn’t been able to look through it yourself. The picture had made you freeze up. Instead, you were looking through the file of an unlikely candidate for your supposed opponent. “My mom’s family…?” You prompted. He closed the file. “They were killed in a fire.” Your heart dropped. “Why would that make it someone…related to me?” “Who else would know about your father?” Sowilo asked, shaking his head and closing the file he was looking through. You shivered and curled up, hugging your knees. “But why would my father’s file be completely stolen and his left?” “Maybe it was a different party that stole his file. Either way, this guy makes the most sense. He’s a level 9 on the threat level on this paper,” Jimin said, holding up a sheet. They gathered around him to look through the files while you tried to process the new information, thinking back to everything you knew about your mother’s family. You could remember asking if she had siblings and she had smiled at you softly. “Oh, hummingbird, I had the best siblings in the world. I also had some cousins that I was very close with. But they’re all gone now. That’s why your father and I want you to be strong before we let you do anything on your own. The stronger you are, the safer you’ll be, and then we can all smile together more often and sing louder. The more voices that join you, the stronger you’ll be. Because of the archives, you’ll always be somewhat separated, but if you have any of the luck I prayed for for you, then you’ll meet at least a one very special person that will help you protect the archives. One person whose song makes you stronger. Remember how we sing together?” You had nodded enthusiastically. “Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,” Your mother started singing. You joined her, singing harmony. “Fair is the lily of the valley. Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne. But my love is fairer than any.” The two of you finished together, resting your foreheads against the other’s, both looking outside as the roses faded from red to their normal color. “We find music in everything, my love. Always listen to the melodies of the people around you. The people who truly get along and who will get along with you will have melodies that work together. Listen and you’ll understand,” She whispered, then kissed your forehead. “Y/n?” Taehyung touched your hand lightly. “What was that song you were humming?” “Hmm? Oh, um, Red is the Rose. It’s an Irish song. My mother used to sing it with me. I was just trying to remember what she told me about her family.” You looked at the wall, contemplating the words in the memory. He smiled at you, then went back to discussing the super. You watched them, noticing little evidences of their powers. Jungkook putting a forcefield in a glass of water as he goofed around with Jin, who was manipulating the water to try and make sure Jungkook only got a little water in his forcefields, as they both listened to the debate. Yoongi was scratching his neck and basically reading a page from the file that was in Hoseok’s hand and facing away from him. Jimin’s eyes kept flickering back and forth between human and somewhat cat-like. A plant near Hoseok kept curling and growing in peculiar fashion. Namjoon kept shaking out his hand that was trying to go super-speed out of excitement of actually finding a candidate for who might be their enemy. Taehyung had electricity arcing between his fingers and he kept tossing his rubber stress-ball through tiny portals and catching it. Then you focused, really focused, and you heard their melodies. Their base melody, the melodies that accompany their powers. One person whose song makes you stronger. Those who get along will have melodies that work together. You focused on Hoseok first, most familiar with his song. You listened to the tone and the timing, and comparing it to your own. You repeated it with every single one of them, noticing that they all matched each other. And you. You listened to them going through the file, but now it was more that you were listening to. You were hearing the melodies that surrounded you. They weren’t paying attention to you still, which made it easier to study and then replicate Taehyung’s melody that went with his electricity as it arced between his fingers. Yoongi was staring at you when you looked up from seeing the tiny sparks of electricity from your own hand after getting the melody right. “Guys,” You said softly, getting their attention before humming again and getting the sparks. Jungkook shifted closer, clearly fascinated, then hummed along with you. Not only did sparks jump from his hands, but when he slipped into harmony instead the sparks from you turned into quick little arcs of electricity. Taehyung’s mouth hung open. “Cool! Wait, what happens if I hum?” You shrugged. “It’s your melody.” But you all tried it. When Taehyung hummed the melody (taking to it naturally and looking sort of soothed) and you hummed harmony then his power seemed to be even stronger. And when the others joined with either the harmony or melody, it got even stronger, though you definitely started feeling a little warm. “Guys, let’s not exhaust her,” Hoseok said, hand stroking your hair. “This is still part of her power. Let’s refocus on this villain. How is he related to her?” Jimin’s face dropped. Namjoon nodded slowly. “Brother?” Jimin nodded. “So he’s my uncle,” You murmured, resting your head on Hoseok’s shoulder as you thought about it. You were oddly calm now that you could hear how compatible their melodies were with yours, and each mixing sounded so unique and wonderful that you didn’t think you could ever get tired of it. “You said earlier you were trying to remember if your mom said anything about them?” Taehyung prompted gently. “Any details about them?” “I knew her family died…I knew fire scared her.” You remembered how she had panicked when she found you watching a candle that was lit. “I just…I never put the two together.” “So he likely knows some of what your powers entails to you by way of your parent’s own powers. And he’s probably been studying us for a while since he came out when Jera was with you. We’re going to need a good plan. An unusual plan. One that he won’t expect.” Yoongi frowned, as he contemplated what to do. It was quiet for a moment as everyone thought. You sat upright as an idea formed in your mind. “I know how we can start.” “Let’s hear it,” Namjoon said. “No interruptions,” You instructed. “I know you’ll want to, but don’t. Okay?” They slowly nodded, with Hoseok agreeing last and taking your hand in his. You nodded. “It starts with coordinating with emergency services.” ———— You quickly swallowed and set the water bottle down and continued humming one of your many protective songs. Your plan was crazy. Absolutely insane. Why didn’t they talk you out of this? Any plan that had you sitting on the roof of a sixty-story hotel was a crazy plan. Any plan that had you out on the hotel roof like a sitting duck was a crazy plan. Any plan that had you sitting out on a hotel roof like a sitting duck and basically sending out a beacon to draw your enemies to you was a crazy plan. Any plan that provided you little to no protection from any potential snipers was a crazy plan. So of course it was your plan. All your doubts about whether or not you should see a professional about your crazy was gone. Had the boys objected to it? Initially, yes. But then they all saw the logic of it. “Shoot me down, but I won’t fall. I’m titanium,” You sang out loud, feeling a little more nervous for a moment. Aside from your occasional bathroom breaks where you went inside, you’d been waiting on the roof for about three days. Most of your nervousness dissipated, then resurfaced. Usually when you would start to doze off. Or when you remembered that the deadline was up two days ago. “You’re braver than I gave you credit for. You would be a sitting duck if it weren’t for your powers. You don’t even have any of those boys around. Very impressive, niece. And spending three days here with hardly any breaks: that’s the kind of dedication I love to see.” You let your gaze flick up, locking onto the ragged form of your father, not your uncle. “Hi Dad.” His eyes were wild with worry, a look you were very familiar with. It was the same look he’d had when he found you swimming unsupervised or the first time you showed the symptoms from using the records. He wanted to run over to you. To protect you. “Ah, yes, your father. The new control technology is working well for him. Others died. Maybe it was because he was dead when we put it in. Either way, he obeys very well.” “I will stop you,” You said, finally letting your gaze switch to the fire super standing beside your father and damn he looked similar to your mother. The shape of his eyes and their color, the slant of his nose, the shade of his hair, all of it was so similar to your mother’s that you had no doubts that they were related by blood. “You’ll have to stop your own father first.” You looked at your father, then the villain. “I will stop you, Inferno.” “It’s Sekhmet!” He growled, his hair bursting into flames. You snorted, then burst into giggles. “Sekhmet?” “Yes! God of fire!” He looked furious that you were laughing. “Sekhmet is the Egyptian goddess of fire, lions, and vengeance. Are you telling me you identify as a woman?” You asked, knowing it was a terrible, terrible joke but unable to resist. Your father looked surprised. He roared in anger. “Are you cracking jokes when you should be concerned about fighting your father?” “Should I really?” You looked at your father, taking in his state, then looked at your uncle and shrugged. “Oh, you really think you can beat your own father?” The man chuckled “He taught you everything you know.” “Not everything,” You murmured, eyes glued to your father as you saw where this conversation was headed. You could tell there was some part of him left that was screaming that he didn’t want to hurt you. That he wouldn’t obey. You knew he wouldn’t have a choice. “Sentry, kill her.” You waited a second as Sentry surged toward you before darting forward yourself and flipping over him, rushing at Inferno, humming the melody that Tiwaz and Eihwaz had given you. He was surprised, but blocked your first punch, not seeing your hyper-speed left hook as your song manipulated his speed, then manipulated your strength. You refused to fail. You refused to let any of the boys die. Sentry’s arm got around your waist, but you turned quickly and slammed your arm and elbow into his face, then ducked and twisted to knock Inferno’s left leg from under him as you switched to Raidho’s song and sent electricity through both. Then there were seven more fire supers on the roof. Inferno got back to his feet while you were assessing the new-comers. “Meet my team. You may have come alone, but I didn’t.” You turned to him with a smirk. “Who said I’m alone?” You threw another punch at him, but Sentry intervened. Mannaz dropped from the sky, shifting from bird form to Tiger as he landed on one of the fire supers that was blinded by Sowilo. Tiwaz dashed over, taking on a fire super himself. Laguz took on two. Jera helped you, pulling Sentry off of you and fighting him himself. Raidho knocked Inferno into your fist, then went to deal with a different fire super, dragging them away from where you were fighting. You didn’t dare stop singing, your fight with Inferno both physical and musical as he started manipulating with music as well. Above all else, you were protecting the boys from what he would try to do to them. When the boys could spare a second, they would give you an extra hand, giving you a momentary advantage before they had to focus on their own enemies, slowly spreading out across the next couple of buildings. “You killed my mother,” You spat, working it into your song seamlessly as you dodged his kick to your stomach. “She should have died with the rest of my pathetic family!” His song faltered and you gained the advantage, delivering two quick blows to his body. The two of you struggled again, then you went flying across the rooftop, rolling and wincing, still maintaining your melody somehow. “What song will you sing now?” He asked, mockingly. “A song about strength? About being a warrior?” You saw Jera fighting your father, preventing him from getting to you. Sowilo was using his light to his advantage, but his enemy was also smart and they seemed evenly matched. Laguz had taken out one of them and was working on the other. “Or will you surrender?” Your mind settled on a song. “I believe if I knew where I was going I’d lose my way. I believe that the words that he told you are not your grave,” You started singing quietly. “I know that we are not the weight of all our memories. I believe in the things that I am afraid to say. Hold on, hold on.” “Well, niece? Has the great Nightingale lost all hope?” You focused on all the memories of the boys, the conversations you’ve had with them. The things you’ve learned. The family you created. “I believe in the lost possibilities you can see.” Your Jera. “And I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be.” Sowilo. “I know that your heart is still beating, beating, darling.” All of them. “I believe that you fell so you would land next to me.” Inferno frowned at you as you got up. “What kind of retaliation is this?” “'Cause I have been where you are before, and I have felt the pain of losing who you are. And I have died so many times, but I am still alive!” You slammed into him, but quickly slid out of reach when he tried to grab onto you. You switched to another song, one that Tiwaz and Sowilo had come up with. One that to keep the boys safe and alive. They wouldn’t be dying. Not Today. Sowilo thankfully caught onto the change and immediately fell into it, which seemed to signal the others. You could feel the power of them all doing their part in the song, letting you hanging onto one base note and focus on fighting. Laguz slammed a fist into Inferno’s gut, taking the villain by surprise before quickly falling in beside you. “Should I help you or Jera?” “Jera,” You managed to reply. He nodded, helping you for another moment before helping Jera who was starting to struggle against Sentry. You didn’t see Sowilo anywhere now, or the opponent he was grappling with and you sincerely hoped he hadn’t fallen over the edge of the roof. “You know what’s stupid? That you have all this power, and you lock it away. You don’t even use the good artifacts to help people. You don’t use the anger stored for generations by previous archivists. Or sadness. Energy is no problem, though, right? Can you store good health? Can you store diseases? Your father could barely even store energy, he said you could do it without a second thought.” “Artifacts are dangerous in the wrong hands,” You argued, able to pause for a moment as the boys used another protective song that they had come up with while you were on the roof. “In your hands.” “And they’re safer in yours? You who didn’t notice that there were some missing?” “Stolen,” You replied, getting a kick to his face. He looked beyond you and smirked. You turned to see Laguz bleeding badly from a wound on the left side of his torso and in a headlock, looking faint from lack of oxygen. Jera was still warding off blows from Sentry’s free hand, and trying desperately to loosen Sentry’s hold on Laguz. And they were far too close to the edge. “You see, this is where morals get you in trouble, Nightingale. Sentry! Take them over the edge!” “No!” You screeched. Jera grabbed onto Laguz, pulling away from the edge, barely balancing them on the edge. A ball of fire slammed into him. He yelled in pain. You screamed in rage and fear as both men toppled off the roof with your father. You swung blindly at Inferno and both of you went back to both the physical and musical manipulation battles. He threw a fist at your stomach that you managed to block and counter with your knee to his crotch and a fist to his throat. You quickly followed with a kick to his knee and a right hook that had him stumbling to the ground. You didn’t let up, pinning him as his song completely dissipated, and still punching him even after he hit you in the side with something far too painful to just be his fist, but you didn’t care. If they were dead, it was his fault and he would pay. He would pay for ruining your life, for taking away your parents, and now your friends. You paused for breath and got thrown off of him and suddenly he had you dangling in the air over the edge of the roof, holding you by your throat and your right arm. “You’re stronger than your parents. It’s a shame you’re so corrupted. So…good.” “Nightingale!” Raidho and Tiwaz appeared on the rooftop, quickly taking in the situation. Inferno sent a wave of white-hot fire toward them and let you go. You was Tiwaz slam into Inferno, and you just sort of knew the fight was over. Your back hit first and the pain was excruciating as your body slumped into the window-washing carriage. You couldn’t breath in, and you’d never been more grateful when you vision started to fade. Unfortunately, when you did manage to breathe it was way too painful. “Tinny! Oh, God. Oh, God, no.” You managed to blink up at the beautifully charming man, smiling a little. “It means…” “No! You’re not dying. Just keep breathing. Stay with me.” “Berkano…” “Stop! Please, Tinny, please!” “Symbolizes…fertility and birth…” You gasped for breath, feeling like you were choking. “Stop,” He sobbed. “You’re going to be okay. We’re almost to the bottom.” “Growth…” You coughed and it was horrible. “And new beginnings…” He kissed your forehead. “I’m not scared, it’s okay,” You gasped out. “Shut up. Shut up, just breathe. Paramedics are waiting, I just have to get you to them. Stay with me, Tinny. Don’t leave me.” He was safe. He was alive. You completed at least part of your mission. As you listened to him your eyes closed like the doors to your future.

Masterlist. Part 6. Part 8.

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