#i love when the soft character who never chooses violence is so pissed off that all that anger they have boils to the surface and it's raw

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

if dorian didn't show up, do you think louis would have shot minnie?

I do. I know some people think either he wouldn't have or he would've missed so that's why the writers had him shoot Dorian instead, but mmmmmm no, I don't personally think so. I like to think that if he had taken the shot, his shaky hands would've caused him to shoot her fatally.

Mostly because I'm already so normal about the fact that of the Ericson crew, Marlon and Louis are the only ones with a body count. Well, that we know of, but shown to us in the game, at least. Plus, we know it's Louis' first kill.

Like yeah, Clementine and AJ become part of the crew and they have bigger body counts, and if we're counting indirect kills caused by actions, then Tenn has a count... and I guess everyone has blood on their hands for blowing up the boat... but I'm talking about killed directly with a weapon like....... I lied, I'm not normal about that at all, Louis and Marlon are the ones who have killed someone in Louis' route. I'm also not normal about the fact that Louis kills Dorian and then even as he's clearly in shock, he tries to go with Clementine to get AJ, and then later on when they talk about it, he says it feels like bile but not quite and he's glad he has it in him to do it.... listen, listen, listen... I'm obsessed with that.

Anyway, so if Louis shot Minerva, I think he would've accidentally killed her and can you imagine? He's already enough of a mess after killing the woman who pinned him down and tried to cut his finger off [or succeeded] but he knew Minerva, they were friends before the twins were taken. Even Violet couldn't kill her even though that would've been the smarter thing to do, and we know thanks to meta knowledge that killing her would've saved lives, but Violet couldn't, and I don't think Louis would intentionally either.

Speaking of Violet, if Louis killed Minerva, I hate to think about what that would've done to Vi. I think she might've actually left at that point, like what was planned before it got changed to her being burned. I don't think she would've attacked Louis over it, though, like yeah she attacked Clementine in the cell but Louis? I don't know, but I don't think so just because it's Louis and he'd be a mess about it anyway.

Though if he did kill her, it would be a neat parallel to draw... y'know, because Louis forgave AJ for killing Marlon even though he was pissed and heartbroken, and Violet was annoyed with him the entire time... but could she ever forgive Louis for killing Minerva? Y'know? We already have a similar parallel with AJ shooting Tenn, but still.

If Clementine killed Minerva in that moment, though, then I could see Violet attacking her since in her eyes, Clem proved her right.

So yeah, I get why they added the Dorian kill to his route. It adds another compelling element to Louis as a character, but we also need Minerva alive for episode 4; Louis can't kill her, he can't miss, and he's not going to stay with her because we need Violet to stay on the boat and him to be on shore for all routes.

#asks #twdg louis #twdg minerva #twdg clementine #twdg violet #twdg marlon #twdg tenn #honestly whenever i see someone say louis is the boring option i'm just like '.......that's your opinion but also how can you say that??' #then again i'm sure other people look at me saying violentine just isn't for me and they say the same thing so y'know... i can't talk haha #also time is such a weird thing because i look at the entire cell scene in louis' route and like... i'm not even mad about violet anymore #like yeah i still don't believe she was brainwashed like i'm sorry y'all only believe that because kent said something about it #not because there's all this evidence toward it in game like vi being pissed at clementine makes sense she doesn't need to be brainwashed #for it to work like her being vulnerable and easily manipulated into submission makes perfect sense especially with minerva there #it's like everyone was pissed that she attacked clementine and people needed a way to excuse it so it's not violet's fault when like... #that's literally what makes it interesting like calm down it's okay if violet is pissed and scared and behaves accordingly #also my controversial opinion of the day that i'll hide here in the tags so maybe people won't find it sksksk but #I personally find the concept of vinerva and the doomed tragedy of it more compelling than anything violentine did #like i'll defend violentine and i do believe it's an important and good ship it's just not my personal favorite #anyway but then the whole thing with lilly and minerva is so good and louis screaming FUCK YOU at minerva?? amazing love it so good #i love when the soft character who never chooses violence is so pissed off that all that anger they have boils to the surface and it's raw #like... he's SO mad he's SO furious he's SOOO UPSET like he wasn't even like this when marlon died or anything like he hit his limit #and then shooting dorian through the mouth while an accident is just well done i love it and i love his reaction of mortification #and apologizing and YET he still tries to go with clementine he's trembling and can barely string together a sentence but he wants to go #he wants to help her he wants to save aj THAT is the gut reaction he has after everything that just went down #'louis isn't loyal or good for clem because of the vote' babe tell me you don't understand any nuance of louis' character without telling m #it's fine IT'S FINE you don't have to agree and i just have to remind myself that it's fine not everyone likes louis we're okay #this drives me crazy in the best way like y'know what? i love the cells scene in louis' route all of it even the stuff i used to rant about #even the stuff that used to piss me off now i'm just like 'no wait past cj was dumb she wasn't looking at it this way aaaaaaaa' sksksks #that was my tag ted talk about the cell scene thank you

[hollyhomburg]

Of Fire And Love (Pt.5)

(Dragon! Yoongi x Human! Reader) (????? Jungkook, Dragon! Hoseok) (Sorcerer! Seokjin x Human! Taehyung) (Fairy! Jimin x Dragon! Namjoon)

Summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of the woods.

Pairings: Dragon! Yoongi x Human! Reader, ????? Jungkook, Dragon! Hoseok, Sorcerer! Seokjin x Human! Taehyung,

W/c: 18.6k

Warnings/Tags: visceral violent death scenes, gore, blood, near character death, morbid, violence, referenced parental death, familial fluff, touch starved characters, brief smut, discussions of Aging/mortality, mentions of War, Namgi have a Lil fight in this, 

Song rec: Agust D- Burn it, 

A/N: well here it is! the big reveal! I will be posting a short thing probably explaining the end of this and the backstory of the Seokjins family a little more as well as a collection of all of the bits that foreshadowed the ending of this chapter! This is the second to last part! and the next part will probably be just as long as this and won’t be posted for a little while. 

Series Masterlist

- Yoongi is flying back when it happens and almost falters. Dipping in the air as the wind goes out from underneath his wings and a stabbing pain lights just underneath his heart. After being with his mate for so long it almost feels like he’s the one who was hurt not you. 

- It only knocks him out of the sky for a second before he’s righting himself in the air. And the panic takes hold- suddenly sure that something is wrong- terribly earth tilting wrong. He summons all the strength he has in him and hurls himself through the sky as quick as he can. Yoongi has never flown faster in his life. 

- Jungkook is only a kid, he can’t keep you alive. You’d only just begun to teach him how to heal. Even as Hoseok shifts back to human form- the attacker who stabbed you quickly dispatched by his teeth. Somehow Jungkook’s red scarf ends up pressed to your wound, pressing down on it with all of his weight.  

- “That’s good Koo- just like that.” you gently instruct. You’re barely alive by the time that Yoongi gets back, your breathing heavy and labored. Though Jungkook has bound around the wound, you’re half-conscious. Yoongi swoops in, shifting just in time to hurl himself through the front door cracking part of the frame with his shoulders. 

- He’s steely, even as his hands shake when he touches your pale face. You pass out with Yoongi’s name on your tongue- staying awake just long enough to see that he’s here, that your children have him to protect them, before a tidal wave of pain pulls you under. Yoongi takes one look around at the house, the dead men- feeling horror well up in him. Their place of safety, of softness and love, violated like this. 

-  He can hear and smell the ones that remain in the woods, the sluggish pull of their heartbeats as they die. And he knows the hairs on the backs of their necks are standing up as his anger grows. His fingers are black-tipped claws by his side- unable to resist the semi-shift- aching to sink into the rage that demands the world to sate it. Yoongi cannot and will not let this go unpunished. 

- But you’re still there dying on the floor, and the choice is easy. (When it comes down to it- Yoongi will always choose you) For you Yoongi will easily surrender this revenge. Somewhere in the house Yoongi smells fire. But he doesn’t care burn it all to the ground. Every happy memory with it too- everything. If it all ends like this- Yoongi can’t bear it. 

- But he needs too- for the two small faces that he loves more than anything in the world- looking at him like he holds all the answers. Hoseok’s face is wet with tears and blood when he tilts his face up, blinking them away furiously. His voice shakes when he instructs them. “Jungkook I’m going to shift and then you and Hobi are going to put her on my back and fly with me” he touches Jungkook’s arm and Jungkook turns his tear-filled eyes to his father 

- “I need you to be strong fledgling, I need you to hold her there and make sure she doesn’t fall off when we fly because tying her in will take too much time.” Yoongi touches Hoseok’s face- wiping away the blood on his mouth with a thumb. “Hoseok- this will be a long flight so keep up just above me so I can break the wind for you.”

- “If you can’t I’m going to-“ Hoseok squares his little shoulders, he’s only 15- and yet he meets Yoongi’s gaze, his resolve steely as he pushes himself up, nodding.  “if I lose you don’t worry I’ll catch up. I can follow your scent. If I fall back keep going.” 

- Yoongi had never imagined- that the trauma he’d been through as a child could have affected him in this way but Hoseok is steady as a rock in a stream. Pride wells up in him- smothered by the panic. 

- They fly through the rain and all through the night, Jungkook clenches Yoongi’s back with his thighs and keeps you on his back, putting as much pressure on your wound as he can with his arms around your waist. 

-  Hoseok is so exhausted and barely managing to stay airborne in his little red dragon form, dipping with every strong gust of wind. His ears are better at hearing now than when he’s in human form. And He listens for every ragged breath- every uneven thudding heartbeat of yours that slows with the passing hours. like a timer counting down the moments until everything will have been for naught. Hoseok pushes himself harder, his aching wings protesting with each flap. 

- Jungkook’s thighs and front are stained with your blood, and it makes Yoongi’s scaly back slippery and hard to grip with his trembling thighs, especially when the rain starts up. The terror keeps Jungkook awake and sheer will power keeps his muscles from giving out.

- Back at your manor house a hush settles over the woods, the men deep in the belly of your castle. As they raid Yoongi’s hoard- the minor blaze in the house put out. They’re merry at the prospect of so much gold but yet subdued at the men they lost today. their lives a small price to pay for the fortune that would make them as good as princes in their country.

- How selfish dragon kind where for hogging all of this wealth- not only did they have control of all of the fertile land in the world- but they also had 90% of the world’s gold. The least they can do is share. They raid Yoongi’s wine stores too. filling golden chalices with the dark red liquid.

- A hush settles over the woods as the mist starts to gather- but the calm won’t be there- not for long. They’re so drunk- they don’t realize the way that it sinks in through the windows with gentle clawed fingers, creeping in through the hallways and down to the belly of the manor house. a mist thicker than any you could cut. They only have a few moments- their drunken and gold-hungry gaze focusing on the house- full of mist- before they hear it- a brief humming of fairy wings.

- Jimin hits them with a savage stab- the flowers growing through one of their chests with a savage crack- roots splitting his sternum with a burst of red flowers. The roots sprouting around the edge of Jimin’s knife. Gone are the usual delicate features from the fairy, his face almost more horrifying than the sight of their dead comrade falling to the floor. The chrysanthemums blooming in his eyes, mushrooms budding along his spine, decomposing before their very eyes.

- What once was Jimin's cheekbones is now webbed black- his muscles sunken in and woven like a spider, his fangs hooked and buglike. His eyes glowing a horrifying red. His hands have more fingers than seem possible- more like a spider than a human. He dispatches the rest of them easily, leaving only one, pressing him close up against a wall. The man pisses himself, feeling the vines constrict around his whole body- but not killing him- not yet. 

- Jimin voice is a low croon as he drags his knife down his cheek, “now- would you like to tell me what you’ve done with my family? Or should I let my flowers do their job?” a massive head sinks out of the fog, claws clicking on the marble floors, his fangs long- blue fire leering deep in Namjoon’s mouth as he opens his mouth- the man lets out a whimper.

- He falls away like petals in the wind when Jimin wills it. Wiping his knife of the blood on his thigh and sheathing it in a simple movement. He’s thinking about seeing Seokjin again after all these years. If you’d really been as injured as they said you where- if they’d really seen Yoongi fly away with you, Jungkook and Hobi in toe- then Seokjin’s is the only place you could be heading too. All at once- the spider face gone with Jimin’s rage. He hadn’t thought- only smelled your blood in the woods and acted. 

- Namjoon nudges the edge of one of the men the flowers wilting as he dies. There isn’t a hit of remorse in his face. They’d found the puddle of your blood in the entryway after all. “You know this is sort of like Instant compost.” 

- Jimin snorts shoving at his head lovingly.  “You’re terrible” but he keeps his fingers tangled in his dragon's hair. “Let's get out of here” but before he leaves. He nudges one of them again, and a scroll falls out of their pocket, Namjoon stoops to pick it up. Eyes widening when he reads the first line. 

- “We need to call the council- this can’t wait.” 

- It’s early morning the next day when Yoongi finally touches down at the one person who could save you from the brink of death- Seokjin.

- No one is quite sure how old Yoongi is. But the last sorcerer left in the world is definitely older. The two are old friends even if it’s been more than a decade since they saw each other. But then again, Seokjin doesn’t really process time the way a normal person does- at least not when it comes to friendship.

- So it doesn’t feel like a reunion after a long time when Yoongi crashes down in the lawn in front of Seokjin’s castle. It feels more like a friend that’s popped in for tea at an unbecoming hour. But Yoongi’s never been good with manners and at the age he is, Seokjin can’t really expect him to change. 

-  It’s more clumsily then he’s ever seen him land. He even rips up the sod too- a great big skid mark all across Seokjin’s grass. Oh well, at least he hadn’t trashed the garden that Seokjin had looked after for the better part of the last millennia. He only slightly disturbs his morning coffee on his patio. Seokjin barely lifts an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of his friend. 

- After all- Seokjin had felt him coming. Seokjin knows (almost) everything.

- The thing that does surprise him however, is the shouting- Jungkook slides off his back with you barely supported in his arms. That certainly surprises him a great deal. The way the youth sobs and looks at Yoongi- chanting “dad- dad please-“ Yoongi shifts to carry you. Scooping you up from the boy who looks half way to passing out. A smaller red dragon with fluffy feathers lands sloppily, crabbing to the left at the last moment and crashing into a cypress tree and nearly snapping it in half.

- He gives a muted grumble to let everyone know he’s fine- just tired, even as he drags himself over to the group his tail dragging. Yoongi and Jungkook carry you in a panicked dash.  Hoseok following Too tired to shift back to human but running next to them. That has Seokjin straightening up, getting out of his chair, his teacup clattering the floor in a crash, running over to meet them. Seokjin helps Yoongi with your weight- “Please save her Jin- I can’t live without her.” 

- Seokjin’s hands touch your abdomen with purpose, coming away red, your blood cold. “Yoongi she’s bare-“ 

- “Jin” Yoongi’s voice breaks, his lower lip quivering, every muscle in his body holding you gently, as close as he can without hurting you. Anything to keep you close for a few more moments. Jin doesn’t pause, doesn’t ask. He just rushes the four of you inside the small castle to his study. 

- The glass double doors blow open from an unseen force before they enter- tables and chairs and books flying this way and that clearing their path.  The crowded table clears with a flick of his wrist too. A hidden force sending everything flying back onto its proper place on the shelf. If he weren’t so terrified Jungkook would find it in himself to be awed- but as it is; all he can feel is scared. 

- Yoongi lays you as gently as he can on the table- your head lolling. Seokjin starts spitting words in a frantic language, his hands glowing a soft violet color as Yoongi tears at your dress- opening it up around the wound.

- This is different than Jimin's plant magic, the wordless sort of magic that has the world leaning in- no- Seokjin’s magic makes the world stop in place and turn around him. Every inch of intent spoken by his mouth an order that reality will bow too. It’s jaw-dropping to see, 

- Jungkook stands by the door until Hobi pulls him out of it, teeth ripping into the back of his shirt as he moves Jungkook like a mother cat would a kitten. He’s a good older brother- and he doesn’t think that you’d want either of them to see this. Especially when Seokjin starts to undress you- with only a medical like air in mind his movements quick and efficient meant to expose more of the wound.

- It takes Jin almost another full day to heal you to the best of his abilities and even then the rest is up to you. Seokjin works through the night and through all of it, Yoongi sits by your bedside, his forehead pressed to yours through the entire healing process. Offering his strength when Seokjin needs it. A hand on his shoulders sometimes, not to offer to comfort but to take Yoongi’s energy- his lifeblood- because alone Seokjin doesn’t have enough power for this.

- Seokjin’s drains the energy out of him to the point where he fears taking anymore. Yoongi slumped next to you, keeping himself in the chair by sheer force of will, whispering into your ear your cheeks start to pink up again slowly, your breath coming infrequently- but in time with the pulse of Seokjin’s magic.

- “Don’t you dare go on me yet Y/n, I haven’t had nearly enough time with you, not by a long shot” he holds your hand- he only ever wanted to do that- to hold your hands for the rest of time. However much time he had with you- he had always thought that would be enough- but now he realizes it isn’t. He’d never get enough time with you, not if you were by his side for 100 or 500 years.

- You never get enough time with the ones you love. Whether you’re immortal or mortal, no stretch of time is adequate. Even if you’re both there to witness the death of the cosmos and all else that lingers. Yoongi wants more- he needs more time with you.

- Both of your sons sit outside the room, Jungkook listing into Hobi once he gets too tired to stay awake. “I’ll wake you if there’s any news Kookie”  And even though Hobi’s tired from flying he just can’t close his eyes until he knows if he’s lost his mom again.

- Jungkook dozes, and Hoseok picks a spot on the tapestry that hangs on the opposite wall and doesn’t look away. Jungkook lying across his lap- one of Hoseok’s hands embedded deep in his chocolate locks. Holding onto him like he’s worried Jungkook is going to slip away too.

- “I killed someone Hobi- I- I killed someone,” he says, late into the afternoon when the orange light seeps through the window at the end of the hall. Hoseok blinks as he looks down at Jungkook- he hadn’t realized the younger had woken. A Geometric shape of orange light falls across Jungkook’s Face. His cheekbones suddenly present- all that made him baby faced fallen away in a single day, the bags under his eyes hallow bruises.  

- The way Jungkook says it- he says it like it means something. Like it Wasn’t just an act of desperation and an act of trying to live. To keep going.  Hoseok has to fight to keep his voice steady. “Do you hate me?” his hand fists in the front of Jungkook’s shirt over his heart. Covering a tiny fleck of blood with his closed fist. “I killed people too Jungkook, do you hate me?” 

-  Hoseok realizes with a start- that he’s killed more people than Jungkook- and can’t navigate his way back through the terror of the last few hours to count how many men had fallen under his tooth and claw. Hoseok tells himself that they had too- and believes it. After all- if they hadn’t it would mean the three of you lying dead on the floor of your entryway.

- Hoseok doesn’t want to think about what Yoongi would have done if he’d come home to that. He doesn’t think that his father’s rage would have been sated by the whole world on fire. He lets himself imagine it for a moment. The human world- swallowed in flames, everything burning. Jungkook reaches up and rubs away at the smoke curling over Hoseok’s chin, a juvenile imitation of rage- of the fire that Hoseok isn’t capable of yet. “Do you hate me Jungkook?” 

- Jungkook looks stricken with the very idea of it, he laces his hand with Hoseok’s over his heart and curls up around him so that Jungkook can press his face into Hoseok’s side. Hiding his face and his tears as he fights to stay calm- not to break all over his soulmates lap- even if he’s been breaking since he put his sword through that man in your home hours ago. 

- “I could never hate you Hobi.”

- Hoseok wishes he could feel more like Jungkook but he doesn’t. Sure he’s afraid, but the terror hovers below a steely calm that he can’t think through. He’s lost his mom before, and he can’t lose you too, doesn’t want to lose his mom again. But he won’t fall apart until he knows. Because If he fell apart again- he’s not sure that even Jungkook could bring him back. 

- It takes until the next evening for the trauma-induced calm to end. Jungkook next to him asleep again, but Hoseok hasn’t managed to close his eyes. And when he does for only a few minutes, images of you lie behind his eyelids.

-  The countless times you’d brushed through his feathers or ruffled his hair, how you’d excitedly congratulated him and Jungkook with every little bit of things they’d brought home. The cross look on your face, hands on your hips, whenever they came home more bruised and battered than usual. All of that gone in a day-

-  A memory from when he would wake as a child in your mountain home is what makes Hoseok fall apart. the first time he’d ever woken up feeling safe after his parents died. Jungkook asleep beside him, to the sound of your soft humming as you hovered over the stove, Yoongi’s dark wing shielding Jungkook and Hoseok from the light of morning. 

- But when Hobi had looked, he’d found Yoongi’s neck stretched out so that he could lay it down next to you while you worked. And whenever you’d finish with a task you’d reach over to scratch up and down his cheek. And Hoseok could feel the pleasant shiver and happiness all around him. 

- He remembers making a noise, and you turn to him. your hair falling all around your face free from the braid you usually bound it in when you slept.  Hushing him softly, ‘you can go back to sleep okay? Breakfast will be done in a moment little-honey’

- It’s when the memories hit him that He starts to cry, to hyperventilate. He keeps clutching Jungkook’s hand the whole time. When Jungkook wakes they hold onto each other. The younger pulling him in and reversing their positions. Strengthening the moment Hoseok needs him. And Hoseok’s world narrows down to just Jungkook. 

-  Finally, just after sunrise, Seokjin pokes his head out of the study and Hobi straightens up. He’s already magiced the table into a bed- and he’s left Yoongi curled up around you sleeping soundly- a quick calming spell to let his friend recuperate after the last day- Seokjin is sure he would have fallen asleep if he hadn’t put that spell on him. They’ll move you to an actual bed when yoongi wakes. 

- At the sound of the door opening Jungkook jerks barely catching himself before he crashes into the floor, blinks owlishly at the sudden movement. Seokjin’s greeting dying in his throat. Truthfully, Seokjin doesn’t remember being that young and it’s kind of strange. To be confronted with such youth after almost a full year on his own with no-one to talk too.

- They spill over themselves in an effort to get in the room “is she okay- is mom gonna live is she gonna-“ suddenly Seokjin finds himself inundated with two very concerned teenagers, clutching at the edge of his dark purple dressing-gown- he hadn’t even bothered to change from his pajamas.  “I’ve healed her wounds- but the rest is up to her” both of them sigh and then- none to surprisingly, burst into tears and cling to Seokjin who awkwardly pats them on the back.

- Jesus Christ- they haven’t even told him their names yet and already they’re tripping over themselves to thank him. “Can we see her and dad?” Seokjin sighs heavily, “I think it’s probably better to give them some space, your father and mother need to rest- why don’t you come with me so we can fix some food for you? And also do some introducing- your parents really didn’t teach you any manners did they? Luckily I’m good at that.” Because if there’s one thing that's better than a spell at fixing sorrow, then its food. 

- Seokjin starts jauntily down the hallway as Hoseok and Jungkook shoot each other a confused glance, suddenly both dubious and a little terrified by the sorcerer “Well come on- out with it what are your names little menaces?”

- When you wake, almost a full week after the attack, Yoongi is sat by your bedside holding your hand looking haggard and unkempt. He’s hardly moved all this time. Only changed and washed up because Seokjin had bothered him too- and left Hobi and Jungkook to watch over you for a moment, or to tuck the boys in and made sure they’ve eaten something. they’ve been so grown up the last few days. after the first day when- 

- a tangled mess of both of them in the bed, both of them woken to yoongi coming into their room, wetness on his cheeks, touching their soft heads as he cried- thanking the gods and all the goodness in the world that they hadn’t been hurt too. Hoseok blinking awake, whispering “dad?” into the open air which had made Yoongi break- his chest heaving. 

- And Hoseok- little Hoseok- knowing to reach up to wrap his arms around his father because that’s what he needed. To scent-mark his children and make sure they knew he was there- that he wouldn't be leaving. Jungkook has always been a deep sleeper hadn’t even woken. 

- but Hoseok had pushed at yoongi after a moment. “go- I know you want to sit next to mom. it’s okay, I’ll make sure Jungkook and I eat after he wakes up- you don't have to worry about us I'll- I’ll make sure we’re doing what she’d want us to be doing.”

- like washing their clothes and making sure they bathed and detangled their hair and made their beds in the morning. But also- that they were looking after each other too. making sure neither of them felt alone or uncared for- for too long. in all your years parenting- you’ve always emphasized being there for each other- and Hoseok and Jungkook won’t let you down now. they’re amazing in Yoongi’s eyes. Already grown up enough to understand that yoongi is as in need of as much comfort as they are. 

- And In all your time raising Jungkook and Hoseok together you have never seen Yoongi cry. But when you open your eyes and peer up at him Yoongi bursts into tears. looking tired but alive with a lingering ache in your stomach that seems to hold you down to the plush bed with a vengeance. His long fingers touching your cheeks, pulling himself closer to you.

- Yoongi sobs out your name, pressing his forehead against yours when you whisper out his name, your hands weekly coming up to grab onto him- you’re so tired- so weak and uncoordinated but still- you can’t bear to have him even an inch from you. “I was so scared my love, but now you’re safe and healing. Thank the gods you’re alive.”

- “I’m not a god but thanks for the high praise,” says a stranger from the door, his black hair shot through with silver streaks. His endlessly mirthful purple eyes haunting in the half-light of the bedroom. The stranger wipes his hands off with a cloth. But the glowing stone- set into the space just above his collar bones, glowing a light purple under a thin layer of skin, tell you enough about who this must be. 

- He does smile kindly, and you can already see his appraising eyes measuring your condition. “I’m Seokjin- I’m the person who saved your life” you give a weak smile in return. “Yoongi’s told me all about you and though I’d prefer it if we hadn’t met this way I’m eternally thankful. Thank you Seokjin, for allowing me to stay with my family.” 

- You turn to Yoongi, even now he can see how exhausted you are, “how are you feeling- do you want some water- some food my darling?” You’re about to say no, that you only want to go back to sleep when you jolt up. Your parental instincts cut through your haze and a bone-chilling panic suddenly seizing you. 

- Yoongi’s hands on both your shoulders to keep you in the bed- “oh my god the kids- are they alright are they-“ Jungkook and Hoseok peer out from behind Seokjin’s back, looking scared and restraining themselves from coming too close. But very much alive and uninjured. They hover until Yoongi gestures that it’s okay for them to come closer- that they won’t hurt you. 

- Both Hoseok and Jungkook immediately start crying and hurl themselves onto your bed. Hobi gets so distressed that he actually shifts and starts scent marking you like a cat. One of his legs wiping out to push Seokjin away unintentionally. He is a little big now- it feels more like an extraordinarily large puppy has taken up half the space in your bed. 

-  “Hey! Rude!” Seokjin shouts but lets himself be moved. The big bed creaks and sags as Hoseok sets himself firmly over the top portion of it. His warm underbelly curled around your head, his feathers tickling your face as he nuzzles in close, gently and slowly. Jungkook settles on your side, his hands locked in a death grip around your shoulders you weekly bring up a hand to card it through his hair. 

- “Boys! Be careful of her side! She’s still healing.” But you give him a look over Jungkook’s shoulder, a little teary-eyed yourself but smiling- the smile that Yoongi would die for would tear apart the world for. 

- “Yoongi told me how brave the two of you were flying all this way to help me Hobi, and keeping me on his back Kookie. I’m so proud of both of you.”  Jungkook lets himself pull back a little “Really?” 

- “Yes! you were so so brave!” you even scratch a little under Hobi’s chin, and he lets out a little content dragon noise and snuggles closer. Jungkook lets out his first even breath in days. Hoseok too- both of them crying those easy tears of relief in your arms. “You’re so brave boys, It’s okay- I’m okay now- you don’t have to be scared anymore.” 

- As he listens to you reassure your children and for the first time, Yoongi notices the smile lines by your mouth, a single grey hair starting to glitter along your hairline. The signs of aging that he never noticed before, and goes quiet, suddenly still.

- “Thank you” your eyes are tear-filled as you look up at Seokjin, your hands brushing over both your son's heads, so slow and lingering. like you thought you’d never get the chance to do it again- or had, and now were pausing to savor every moment. “Really Seokjin- I can’t thank you enough- I’ll never be able to thank you enough.” 

-Seokjin looks bashful, a stiff blush climbing from the back of his neck. And he’s stuttering when he talks- “it’s really not my doing- not most of it anyway- I mean- healing you was my doing but you never would have survived if it hadn’t been for this.”

- Seokjin fingers the cloth in his hands, darker red now than it was before. The four of you straighten up, suddenly confused. Jungkook lifts his head from your shoulder, looking perplexed, “My scarf? My scarf saved her?” Jungkook asks, 

- “Not the scarf- but the protection charm on it” Seokjin fingers the edge of it- which hasn’t frayed in all this time. How had you never realized it? over 13 years old and still it’s never lost its color. “It’s old magic- the kind of magic I haven’t seen in a long time. It will protect whatever it covers from harm. And in your case it kept your organs from shutting down before you got here. If it hadn’t been for this wrapped around your waist you would have died in minutes not hours.” 

- Seokjin looks at Yoongi, his lower lip quivering suddenly looking betrayed. “You- you should have told me- if you’d seen my sister you should have told me it’s been hundreds of years Yoongi- you know how much I want to see my family so- how could you.” 

- “I didn’t- Seokjin I didn’t see her- the scarf was with Jungkook when I found him.”  Jungkook looks up abruptly from the bed; Hoseok cocks his head in curiosity. “When you found me?” Jungkook looks surprised for a second before he straightens up. “No- I knew that I knew that I wasn’t yours- but- I always thought- the scarf was the first thing you gave me- that’s why it was so special.” 

- Hoseok’s shifts shaking his head his curls bouncing. leaning up against the headboard pulling Jungkook up to sit with him. Until the three of you are sitting up.  “I didn’t know- I always thought-“ Hoseok looks at you, and you shake your head. “Then if you’re not- where are Jungkook’s biological-“

- Yoongi puts his head in his hands, leaning up against the edge of your bed.   gritting his teeth, “Now isn’t the time for that conversation.” Yoongi isn’t ready and won’t ever be ready for Jungkook to hate him. 

- Hoseok has gotten better at smelling emotions through his sensitive nose- and whips his head around at the acrid scent of Yoongi’s displeasure- taking it wrong. “Then when will be the right time?” how Hoseok had managed to inherit your stubbornness but only ever decides to use it when Jungkook is concerned- Yoongi will never know. 

- “Yoongi” Seokjin brings his focus back to him. You straighten up in bed. Sending both of your children a thankful but strained smile. “Boys? Would you mind giving us a minute?” both of them won’t argue with you now. not with how weak you look.

- You tell Seokjin the story- Yoongi filling in the blanks more than you do. He’s being so tender with you- the physical contact filling you with a soft haze along with the sleepiness. His fingers rubbing down your arm slowly and gently. He’s fully sprawled next to you, your head resting on his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat. Dozing a little. “Are you sure Yoongi?” Seokjin asks gripping the scarf like it’s a lifeline.

- Yoongi nods certain, “it must have been some sort of relic- you know how the humans like to hand those down through the generations. Jungkook’s birth parent’s where- these warriors? I can only describe them as a clan of dragon hunters but I never went back after I-“ 

- Yoongi can’t meet Seokjin’s eyes. “I killed them and then Jungkook was just there and couldn’t- I didn’t want to-” you lift a shaky hand up to cup Yoongi’s cheek, and he leans into it. All at once you realize this- you in the bed, and Seokjin accusing Yoongi of something the likes of which you can’t imagine, are too much for him. 

- You jump in where Yoongi fails to articulate the words. “After that we took care of him together, and then Hobi came- and it’s only been us ever since. I’m sorry Seokjin, I don’t know who you’re looking for. But I don’t think it has anything to do with Jungkook” Seokjin’s protests die in his throat, and he nods sadly, setting the scarf gently on the end of your bed. 

- Later- Yoongi will tell you about Seokjin’s family. and how slowly, after a period of time- they’d all begun to disappear off the face of the earth. The only family of sorcerers left or made- even Seokjin didn’t know how they’d come to be. Only that there could only be the seven of them and no more. Not even any more children, As having children was as good as passing your power down onto them- and relinquishing your own immortality.

-  First his parents had gone- than his older siblings, and finally, his younger sister who had simply vanished one-afternoon leaving Seokjin alone- the only sorcerer left in the world. Seokjin had been searching for her ever since.  

- That afternoon- you have more energy with your children around, and even eat something small. Though Seokjin had warned Yoongi that it might take a little while for your body to recuperate- he’s happy to watch you sit up a little more. The warmth back in your cheeks when you play a game of cards with your children sprawled across the bed that night. 

- Both of them give you more details here and there about what had happened after you’d lost consciousness happy to receive more praise from you. Sometimes- Hoseok gets a little overwhelmed and needs to hug you and shifts- but he’s conscious enough to move before that happens this time (after a few poignant comments about the state of the bedframe from Seokjin), putting most of his weight on a plush couch that he and Jungkook had pushed over to the side of the bed. Leaning only his head on the plush blanket. It’s easy for both Yoongi and Jin to excuse themselves and go make dinner. 

- It always surprises Yoongi how much Seokjin loves to cook- for an all-powerful immortal that doesn’t necessarily need to put in effort into doing anything. Yoongi has seen him wave his hands and summon full cooked feasts. And still, the sorcerer does love to cook with his own two hands, finding the process more satisfying that way.

 - His friend looks the same as he had over a dozen years ago- his button-down shirt rolled to the sleeves, barking at Yoongi to pour out scoops of finely milled powders to make some sort of doughy saucy dish that Yoongi’s never heard of before. Seokjin’s mother’s cookbook sits open on the prep table- so it must be something special. 

- “Just say it- I know you have something you want to ask,” Seokjin’s voice is quiet and comforting. In their little cadre- Seokjin has always been the voice of reason. Yoongi’s hands are elbow deep in flour. Slowly kneading the dough. He hesitates for a moment. Knowing once he asks, the future might be out of his hands. 

-  “I can’t lose her Jin, I don’t think Hoseok and I will be able to bear it when they both go- I don’t want to go back to being that lonely person I was- I need them. I need you to find a way to turn her immortal like us, and then I want you to do the same with Jungkook.” 

- Hoseok is like Yoongi- won’t even reach maturity for another 20 years- and by that time, you’ll be older, and Jungkook will be nearing 35. He’s honestly surprised that he and Jungkook are still aging at the same rate as in general. Dragons stop aging once their human bodies start to reach maturity. Yoongi doesn’t want to think about the eventuality- 50 or 60 years down the line when Hoseok will loose his soul-bonded partner. They could lose both of you. If Seokjin and Yoongi don’t act now. 

- But yet- he knows- what he’s asking of Seokjin is no easy feat of magic. If it was- Taehyung would be standing next to them right now. Seokjin’s eyes darken when Yoongi asks, his hands still from where he’s stirring the sauce. flicking off the fire with a twitch of his hand and setting the spoon on a plate. 

- Yoongi knows a cure for mortality has been the only thing on Seokjin’s mind for a long time- before you were born even. It’s been his single goal since he’d met Taehyung. Yoongi wonders where Taehyung is- he should go and say hello to his old friend soon, but he’s not sure where he is in the castle probably hidden away near Seokjin’s bedroom. 

-  Seokjin makes a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers and a singular perfect drop of red floats from the pot and into his mouth. “This needs something” he pauses for a moment before he turns and walks to the pantry. Searching for some oregano- but it might be in the study- after all- it was very useful in most calming spells. “You should go check on her Yoongi, and send your boys here- I want to teach them how to make this.”

-  In the week since you’d been injured. Seokjin has taken it upon himself to teach the boys how to cook for themselves (if they’re going to insist on being the adventurers they are then it’s a skill they’ll need to posses) as well as “manners” which Yoongi had caught them grumbling about more than once.

-  Jin likes his boys a fair bit, Even if they have gotten into his stores of potions twice in the last week (of which one incident had, unfortunately, lead to Hoseok’s hair turning into full-on feathers as dark as Jungkook’s hair. But luckily that had been quickly fixed by a secondary spell. What Yoongi doesn’t have to know- won’t hurt him) “Jin please-”

- “I know how it feels Yoongi- I know- just enjoy the next few days okay? Let me think about it. And ask her if she even wants this its not just you who chooses what happens with your family, Jungkook and Hobi too.” Yoongi sighs, but respects Seokjin’s words.

-  And as much as Yoongi’s fear won’t let him make a coherent decision- he’s right. He should ask you first before he makes any plans about your mortality. Once you’re better- then he’ll ask. Yoongi lifts his hands up from the dough and unsurprisingly it keeps kneading its self pulled this way and that by an unseen force. A little too quickly- like Seokjin’s magic is a little agitated by so many questions. 

- “I never thought you’d have kids. The Yoongi I met all those years ago wouldn’t have wanted to bring a woman into his mess let alone a child” Yoongi has to laugh at it because he’s right. His younger self was a lot more angsty and pessimistic about the likelihood of a family in his future. 

- Yoongi can’t stop the soft smile that lights his face when he thinks of you. “They give me a lot of joy Jin- hope for the future too. Maybe the best way to change the world is to raise your own kids and make sure you do it right. Maybe that’s the way to change the world rather than any more pointless wars.”

- Seokjin knocks his shoulder into Yoongi’s “You’ve grown up a lot since I last saw you Yoongi.” And Yoongi can’t do anything else but smile- because sometimes- growing up is a good thing. 

- You get better slowly, it takes you a few days to get out of bed and see the castle that your children have taken upon themselves to explore. A dark gothic structure with vaulted ceilings; its Library full of jeweled toned spell books in languages that Jungkook doesn’t even recognize- and tries to learn (his curiosity as unsatiable as ever). 

- The books that seem to whisper in Jungkook’s ear. Sentences so quiet like t he’s just a little too far away to properly make out the words. 

- Enchanted brooms sweeping here and there. Making indigent squeaking noises if you walk along their path. Rooms full of drawers- the shelves lining all the way up through the ceiling- each ingredient labeled by its uses, it’s common name, and its magical name. You’re curious too- especially when you find some plants even you use for healing with particular uses. 

- The whole place is furnished like a decade out of the past- tufted velvet sofas and chipped gilded mirrors that have greyed with age- some of which are covered with cloths. You ask Seokjin what they hide when Hoseok tries to pull the covering off of one unseen magical hands stopping him. And the sorcerer just sighs a little clipped, and says cryptically “some things are best left unknown at his age.” 

- Later one evening you’ll go over to it again and ask. And Seokjin will tell you that the mirror Hoseok was trying to peer into shows the viewer their soulmate. And when you pull the casing off of it- you don’t see anything- anyone standing beside you at all. Until Yoongi comes into the room, having just made sure that your boys were getting to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. 

- Moving to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. smiling at you in the mirror and Tugging you to go to bed- and get some rest (he’s been seemingly obsessed with making sure you rest and become 100% better before you even talk about what you’re going to do next). You glance back at Seokjin- about to ask him what that means- to see no one. Until you see his small happy smile- oh, so Yoongi actually is your soulmate. You suppose that’s nice- knowing for sure. 

- And Seokjin will sip his wine from the fireplace and give you both a soft shadowed smile, his hands tapping vacantly- reaching out for someone who he can’t touch, and wanting all the same. when he takes a chance and looks across the room to see Taehyung smiling at him, reflected in that mirror. And gets up to cover it again. 

- Everything in the castle hums some sort of undercurrent. The room Seokjin sets you and Yoongi up in is lavish- the bed impossibly soft and the sheets that feel like running water on your skin. The fabrics that hang on the walls detailing stories that seem to be ever-changing. One morning you wake up to an embroidered phoenix hanging on the wall across from you and the next; some sort of intricate blue flower about to bloom. 

- There are 100 moments that could have prepared you for what happens in the end. Hoseok and Jungkook walking through the library- only to have Jungkook complain that it’s ‘too loud to concentrate” “what are you talking about Koo it’s a library” “yeah but- don’t you hear it?” or the fact that Jungkook keeps begging Seokjin to do spells but somehow they never stick. 

- You’re lounging in the sitting room next to the library, its tall glass ceiling- a small door to the side open to the backyard and garden. You’re shivering a little where you’re propped up against Yoongi. He keeps fussing, tucking the blanket around you tighter. And you’re ready for another nap even though you’ve just woken up. 

- Your children badger Seokjin about every different kind of spell that he can do after they find one that gives someone the ability to control the length of their hair- which is apparently something Hoseok really wants- though you can’t imagine why. 

- They’re just working out the logistics when Jungkook lugs over a spellbook more half his size and slams it down across the desk, making both Seokjin and Hoseok- having been bent over the spellbook- flinch.  “Page 497” Jungkook is almost vibrating with excited energy, as Seokjin waves a hand, the massive book flipping open, “Hyung” he tacks on- with little regard for politeness. But Seokjin supposes its better than he’d been before- when he hadn’t even remembered to refer to Seokjin as his elder.

- Hoseok is a little cross at Jungkook for interrupting for a moment, Before he leans over the spellbook, his smile lighting up his whole face, his voice suddenly loud and mirthful “oh yes- please- Seokjin Hyung-” 

- “What is it?” you call from where you sit, Yoongi putting a finger in his book and setting it aside so that he can watch, a gentle smile playing on his lips. one arm around your waist as you recline against him, leaning forward to slowly run his nose over your shoulder.

- Seokjin rolls his eyes, rising from the table and rolling up his sleeves, looking exasperated but ready for the challenge of doing a spell he’s never attempted. It’s far easier just to teleport that fly honestly. “Of course you’d want to fly- alright- come on then- to the middle of the room with you.” 

- Yoongi starts to protest- that maybe inside isn’t the best place for this, but you put a hand on his arm, soothing him because you want to watch but you don’t want to move. You suppose with a ceiling- Jungkook can’t let his flying get out of hand. It’s probably better to be more contained. Both of you watch as Jungkook practically vibrates with energy. Hoseok is happy glancing at him too- “I can’t wait to fly with you Kookie- this way- we can go everywhere! And I don’t even have to carry you!” 

- Hoseok and Jungkook had been trying to find a way to fly with Jungkook on Hoseok’s back for years. But he’d never been strong enough or large enough to handle Jungkook’s weight for more than a few minutes. He was getting stronger- but your boys are impatient. 

- Seokjin humors both of them, holding both his hands out and when he starts to speak, the purple light flares at his fingertips. The stone at the center of his chest glowing too. You’d asked him about it a few days ago- and he’d said that each sorcerer needed some sort of channel- a magical object to give them the ability to link their soul to the magic humming all around them. And you watch it pulsate now as he speaks the words. Jungkook closes his eyes as the magic washes over him like a heavy blanket, his hair rising on end.

- Jungkook only hovers an inch above the ground before the magic rebound upon him- slipping off of him and sticking to Hoseok- who suddenly finds himself floating 4 feet above the ground. The spell stops and he touches down as Jungkook makes a disappointed grumble, crestfallen, “Why didn’t it work!” 

- Seokjin blinks, looking down at his hands. “that’s strange” he says- before he asks Hoseok to step away- something about the soulbond interfering maybe.  Both you and Yoongi watch on- your books set aside to watch.

- Jungkook is almost vibrating with excitement as Seokjin closes his eyes really concentrating this time, Hoseok waiting and watching behind him. You think something should be happening- until you realize that Yoongi and yourself are hovering a foot off of the couch. 

- Seokjin sets you down easily. All of them laughing at you clinging to Yoongi when you realize you’re airborne frantically asking Seokjin to put you down. Yoongi’s gummy smile on display. Jungkook looks more and more put out by the second. “Let's go outside” Seokjin says, and your children head jauntily out after him, Jungkook lugging the spellbook under one arm, almost slipping in the grass under its weight.

- You and Yoongi are soft- piled up together. Yoongi’s long fingers dancing along the edge of your knuckles, rubbing over the little scars that you have here and there. You both watch as Seokjin tries and tries and tries- but Jungkook never gets more than a few inches off the grass. You can see the impression the magic makes in the grass as it rushes from Seokjin to Jungkook, making it stand up or fall down in place- like it’s some sort of wind. 

- “There’s something I want to ask you- when we’ve got the chance I-“ Yoongi’s sentence is interrupted by Hoseok’s shout of “Uncle Jimin! Uncle Namjoon!” in the yard, Yoongi helps you up and sure enough- Namjoon and Jimin are touching down in the front yard. Hugging each of your sons, Seokjin and Namjoon embracing once Namjoon has a second to shift.

- Jimin is just doting on Jungkook and Hoseok, hugging them- thankful that they’re alright- when he looks up- clothed differently and less flamboyantly than he usually is. His simple flying gear dark and patterned, making him sleek and quicker as a flyer- so much so that you barely see him before he’s colliding with you- “are you okay we found your blood and the men and-“ their words rush out of them before you have a chance to blink- 

- “I’m- I’m okay- a little banged up but- I’m fine Jimin” their face is panicked, Namjoon’s somber as they rush over. “We thought you were dead” he says, you can tell by his dimples- making a brief appearance that he’s happy to find you alive and relatively alright. 

- Even now- Seokjin and Namjoon stand closer- as if by proximity they could make up for the distance of years- its hard to wrack your memory for the reason why but then you remember- they’re soul bonded partners. “Did you-“ Yoongi’s voice trails off.  The feral glint in Jimin’s eye is more lethal than any you’ve ever seen in it- “I did” he says, relish in the words. 

- Yoongi nods, letting out an uneven laugh “good” he pulls you closer by an arm around your waist. Because he hadn’t been able to get revenge and the knowledge that the men that had hurt you hadn’t gotten away- its enough for now. “Oh you mean- the dragon hunters?” Jimin smile is fanged when he looks at you. 

- His hands are viselike on your upper arms as he tugs you close- whispers low in your ear. “No one hurts my family and gets away with It.“ you blush a little, unsure how to respond because that kind of loyalty is rare. and it does warm your heart a little. 

- “There’s more though” Namjoon says, and it's then that you realize that he’s dressed much in the same way Jimin is. The clothes simple tight and black, Namjoon doesn’t look happy when he has to say the words. Age-old tiredness in his face. 

- “That wasn’t any ordinary attack- it was ordered by the human king- to try to take you out before the fighting starts.” Yoongi and you straighten up, in the background, Hoseok and Jungkook stand a little closer, “the human king has declared eminent domain over all dragon lands. We’ll go to war within the month.”

- The argument that happens next isn’t what you expect- not at least- from Jimin and Namjoon. It ends with Yoongi slamming his hands down on a table in Seokjin’s study the sound loud and percussive. “No Namjoon- I won’t fucking fight.” 

- You’re glad that your sons aren’t here- have been told by you to go explore- neither of them had seemed too upset about it- maybe just a little because they wanted to see Jimin and Namjoon- but not enough to question you. They understand how serious it must be for all of the adults to look so somber.

- Smoke curls over Yoongi’s chin. And the room fills with an ice-like chill from Namjoon as his temper flares. “I will not- nor will I ever again- fight another war for that blasted council. I have a family to keep safe now Namjoon- and I can’t believe you’d even ask-“ 

- “That’s exactly why I’m asking you Yoongi. How can you expect them to be safe without you?” he makes a flippant gesture with his hands, and next to you in the doorway where Jimin leans, he winces Yoongi recoiling already taking that wrong. 

- “The last war took 33 years Namjoon, by that time- Y/n will be almost 70 and Jungkook will be aged too- you can’t expect me to waste what little time I might have left on something so-” 

- “Hang on-“ Jimin interrupts; he’s been standing, leaning back against the doorway for the majority of this conversation. “When did you get so obsessed with time?” “Since I almost lost her Jimin, I can’t-”

- “You didn’t!?” Namjoon straightens up, looking at his soul-bonded partner aghast. “You didn’t fucking promise him something that you can’t even fucking do for Taehyung- Seokjin!”

- Seokjin flinches back, from where he sits at the table, trying to stay out of the argument, his face drawn. Hands clasped, leaning his chin on them. He doesn’t respond. “Neither of you get it!” Yoongi yells, hands bursting into flames by his side, hot furious tears budding at the corner of his eyes. “Both of you are immortal you don’t know what it’s like- watching the person you love almost die. I can’t- I won't stand by while I lose” 

- Yoongi breaks off- glancing up at you, already stepping forward to comfort him, he swallows, meeting Namjoon’s furious glare. “I won't waste another day that I have with them- and neither should you- you both should fuck the council and side with us.” 

- “Yoongi” you say. Your voice breaking, running to him- his hands extinguishing the second he even gets close to touching you. Because you hadn’t really realized how much this was affecting him. You hold onto him as strong he holds onto you. Namjoon and Jimin sigh, their fight and the chill in the air dissipating as they accept Yoongi’s choice. Jimin grasping at his hand. Namjoon looks at Yoongi- suddenly looking defeated. Seokjin won't look at him, keeps his eyes on the desk in front of him. “Alright- if you won’t fight I can’t make you, but Seokjin will you?”

- Seokjin shakes his head, his voice so quiet and thick with emotion- with hope. “If both of us are looking- it will be easier- twice as much brain power as one- with Yoongi by my side- we’ll make twice as much progress in a year.” 

- You’ve been silent up until now, rubbing your face slowly into Yoongi’s shirt, Yoongi’s hands fisting in the back of your shawl tight around your shoulders. Since you nearly died- you’ve been colder than usual. There have been a lot of things said in this argument that you don’t understand. And from the somber way Seokjin speaks- you figure you should know.  

- You’ve been letting them argue because as much as you care that your mate stays by your side- this isn’t a choice any of you should make for Yoongi. Even if you’re on his side, and don’t want him to waste another moment. to be parted from you for anyother moment. “What do you guys mean? Progress with what?” 

- Jimin snorts, crossing his arms like it’s the confirmation that he needed. “See- you haven’t even asked her yet.” 

- “Asked me what? I don’t understand,” you say at the same moment Namjoon looks over at the clock, checking the time. “We have to go- the council is having a meeting about this tomorrow night and if they’re going to call the garrison without you- they’ll need time to pick a replacement.”

- None of them have to look far- the only one who could replace Yoongi would be Namjoon himself- his second in command. Yoongi watches with a sick feeling in his stomach- at the possibility of Namjoon going to war without either Seokjin or himself by his side isn’t apealing. But then Yoongi looks at you- and the prospect gets a little easier to bear. Namjoon and Jimin leave, embracing you before they go, and you touch either of their cheeks telling them to be safe. 

- And the three of you linger in study. Listening to Jimin and Namjoon hug Jungkook and Hobi on the patio outside and say goodbye at least for a little bit. Seokjin following them to say a few words to namjoon before he takes off. Because Namjoon and Jimin are sure to be busy for a while at least- this will take all of their attention. Damn Namjoon for his altruism and Jimin for his inability not to follow his mates led and stand by him. Yoongi wishes they would stay. 

- Yoongi comes over to stand by you as you watch them get ready to take off, namjoon already shifted, Hoseok shifted too to jump on his back playfully teasing his uncle, he scrabbles with his claws against Namjoon’s slippery icy scales. and you can hear Jungkook, Jimin, and Seokjin’s giggles from here. 

- Yoongi presses a hot kiss against the nape of your neck, and then your mouth when you turn your face to let him, and you can feel his frustration in it, all of the passion. Jimin and namjoon take off- leaving as quickly as he came.  It’s easy for him to Wisk you away to a quiet part of the castle. Needing some quiet with you- to have you all to himself for just a little while.

- The kisses don’t stop even when he picks you up after you stumble. You barely even notice the rest of the castle passing in a blur as he carries you through it, kicking open the door to your bedroom.

- He lays you back on the bed gently as he can, his hands touching and brushing all over you. His movements almost fever mad with the need to touch “Yoongi” you say, breathless- a half moan as he touches you the way that makes you dizzy and close to falling apart at the seams. But he’s hard there- ready to keep you together but desperate.

- “Let me feel you just- let me taste you” he says, kissing down your collar bones and rucking up your shirt so he can mouth hungrily at the skin of your stomach, every touch of his desperate and Shaking. “Let me just-please- I know you’re tired but I’ll do I’ll the work- I’ll take care of you-”

- You don’t understand why he suddenly needs your skin on his more than he needs air in his lungs. Maybe its because it’s the first time since you’ve been injured- or maybe because he’d been so close to losing you and Jimin and Namjoon had just reminded him of it. Maybe it's a little bit of the guilt he feels for not being able to protect you and take care of you in the first place. 

- And though you have so many questions, when Yoongi looks at you a little too emotional; you forget all your questions and kiss him back, touch him back when he shakes, because he looks so vulnerable right now- more than you’ve ever seen him.

- Your hand comes down to scratch around his horns in the way you know has had him coming at times, and he groans, low and breathless as he tugs down your pants. Shucking them off and hooking your knee over his shoulder fingers reaching down to part your wetness. The press of his long fingers making your back arch. His mouth as equally hot and wet on you as you feel.  

- True to his word Yoongi does all of the work, and it leaves you feeling boneless and sated in the way only your mate can make you feel. It's sweaty and sensual but close more than anything as he slides into you and keeps you near, chest pressed to yours. his face buried in your shoulder, almost crying with how good it feels to be so connected to you. The kisses lingering and hot and thankful because you’re here- you’re here.

- “Yoongi?” you ask, alarmed when you realize he’s actually crying. Seated inside of you after he’s cum, hiding his face in your shoulder. “Baby what’s wrong?” he can barely speak, his voice raw when he looks up, lips pursed to keep his sobs in.

- “I can’t lose you- I can’t Y/n- I just can’t and that day- when I thought I had lost you” Yoongi is lost for words. “I just- I can’t keep going if you die, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” 

- “Not ‘if ‘though” you say, being honest with him, crying as you shake your head, “when right? Because I’m not immortal like you” 

- Yoongi shakes his head, suddenly sitting up, “no- I mean if- if you die.” 

- With little more than that Yoongi launches into his explanation, the story of Seokjin and Taehyung, and what that means for both of you. Eventually- you end up sitting up next to each other. Fingers and legs tangled together- Yoongi rushing over his words like a babbling brook. And slowly- what he means to do starts to take hold. 

-  The next morning, Seokjin knocks on the door to your bedroom. “Where are Hoseok and Jungkook?” you ask, finishing braiding your hair while Yoongi laces up his boots. Seokjin leans against the door in his silky purple robe, fiddling with its ties. “They’re eating breakfast- you don’t have to worry about them- they’re okay- a little angry with Jimin and Namjoon for leaving but they’ll be okay.” Seokjin looks like they’re more that he wants to say- but doesn’t. “Did you ever manage to put that spell on Jungkook?” 

- “No- but for the life of me I’m going to figure out why” you can tell by the way he shakes his head that it’s not normal. Yoongi snorts a little, sitting behind you to fiddle with the tail of your braid a little. The action is almost subconscious. “It’s probably for the best- otherwise we’d have to clean him out of the rafters constantly.” Seokjin laughs at that- but still looks uncomfortable.  

- “Did you-“ he turns to Yoongi to ask, but it’s you who answers. “He did.” Seokjin seems to straighten up- nodding softly. Holding out his hand for you to take it. “There’s something I want to show you then.” 

- The boy in the glass coffin is something out of a dream. The flowers surrounding him of every single texture and fragrance, orange blossoms, jasmine, autumn clematis, datura, and sweet woodruff all in piles around the sleeping boy. Blanketing him in heaps of white, filling the room with an intoxicating scent. 

- “Who is he?” you ask, watching the way that Seokjin tenderly rubs circles over the glass. Even underneath it- you can see how beautiful the boy is, gangly in his litheness, but with a strong jaw that spoke of a turning of age. You would have thought he was dead if not for the gentle rise of his chest in his pale white shirt. The collar parted a little to show his chest and the runes written on his skin. 

- “His name Taehyung, he’s my lover,” Seokjin looks down at him like he’s about to cry, “Though a better word for us would be soulmates.” finally you know what Seokjin would see if he looked into the mirror in his study. And why he kept it covered- why look at an imitation when he had the real thing upstairs. 

- There is nothing but the most gentle, the most aching love on Seokjin’s face, and also- the deepest sorrow. “Or like Yoongi calls me- his mate” you smile, tipping your shoulder into Seokjin to try and make that look go off his face, his eyes flicker from the sleeping man up to you. “Yes- I suppose that’s right.”

- “What’s wrong with him? why is he in there?” “I put him in an eternal sleep to stop his aging- until I can find a way for us to be together forever- and turn him immortal like me.” “So you’re going to try and turn him into a magician?” 

- Seokjin shakes his head, “Not quite- it’s not possible for there to be more like me.  if I could turn him into a sorcerer like me- then he’d be immortal. But Magic- it isn’t so easily tamed.” Seokjin looks down at his hands, the blue fire creeping between them like some sort of bug, winding back around his fingers, as quick as you can think it- the fire solidifies into a snake- all at once going back to fire- so quick you almost think you imagine it.

- “Magic is particular about its host. If it bonds with the wrong person it kills them- and almost everyone can’t take it. It’s only ever been my family who was able to take the magic. There hasn’t ever been another bloodline that’s been strong enough.” 

- Yoongi had told you about Seokjin’s family. And you’d also seen one of the portraits hanging deep in the castle. Almost as tall as the room it’s self- the people painted at a one to one scale. Half a dozen people, and at the center of it- a chubby-cheeked Seokjin with those luminous purple eyes, probably no more than 6. Holding hands tightly with a female child with equally as haunting blue eyes. All of them- just gone. “And my bloodline is all dead or gone- there’s not much difference.” 

- So Seokjin only has Taehyung and that glass coffin, he gets to watch his love sleep as long as he wants, but cannot touch him. Forever just too far away until he comes back to life. You watch as Seokjin leans- and puts his weight over Taehyung. If there was no glass, he would be lying across his lap. 

- “Once a year I wake him up- on my birthday. Taehyung makes it my birthday present. But mostly it’s to make sure he hasn’t gotten lost wherever he is in his dreams. Sometimes it’s harder than others to get him to come back, but the good thing is that it just feels like a night has passed for him so he doesn’t have to miss me too much.” 

- “Even though it’s been a year for you? Doesn’t it get lonely for you?” 

- His fingers keep stroking lovingly over the glass of the coffin. “Its hard- but it’s not impossible. To get the chance to live with him forever- to get enough time with him- I’d do anything. One day a year is better than an eternity of nothing.” Seokjin turns his eyes on you, “Yoongi wants to do the same for you and Jungkook.” 

- The breath gets knocked out of your lungs, as you turn it over in your head- eternal sleep, immortality, and all of it boiling down to Yoongi. Of course- he’d told you last night- but now it hits you- this room filled with flowers. Seokjin so close to his love and never able to touch him. When you think back to when you’d been stabbed- you remember some words- comforting- Yoongi’s voice that you’d held onto through the darkness. ‘I haven’t had nearly enough time with you yet’

- “But- Jungkook- he’s only a child.” 

- “He killed a man for you, Y/n, he’s not a child anymore, neither is Hobi” you can’t help it. You wipe your tears away with the back of your hand. “I want to talk with Yoongi again,” Seokjin pushes up from his lovers bedside, his hand lingering on the glass coffin- aching to reach inside and touch him for sure- but he can’t. You don’t want to imagine Yoongi in the same fate. 

- You wait while Seokjin gets Yoongi, looking at Taehyung thinking about yourself locked in some sort of glass contraption. The more you look at Taehyung- the more something about him sticks out. You hear footsteps behind you. Seokjin leaves the two of you to talk for a moment. Intent on retrieving some tea for the three of you. It’s still barely before noon. “I think I may have dreamed about him one point- years ago. There’s something familiar about his face.” 

- Yoongi puts his hand on the side of the glass as if to touch Taehyung. “Did you know him?” “Only for a little while- but just enough to understand why Seokjin could never bear loosing him. In many ways Taehyung is what makes the world sweet for Seokjin- no point in living if all there is only bitterness.” 

- “Is that how- is that how you feel about me? Is that what would happen to you if I died? When I die?” Yoongi pulls you close, and before he can manage to pin his emotions inside of his fire-filled chest they spark up like embers and he’s crying- holding you close. “Don’t say that just yet. But it is.” there is nothing else needed but that- Yoongi’s face pinned to your shoulder, his hands holding you like he knows he wont be able to protect you from the world and all the horrors in it. 

- Seokjin walks back in- carrying a tray piled high with cookies and a pot full of tea that smells sweet. Yoongi holds you around your shoulders while you sit, too tired, and still weak from your injury to stand any longer. You don’t look at Seokjin much when you talk, only at Taehyung. 

- “I don’t want one day a year- not with Jungkook and Hobi being so young. And Yoongi doesn’t want me to wait either so- if you can give me one day a month until Jungkook turns 18. We think that could be enough. And if- if Jungkook wants the same treatment, he can choose it for himself. But we can’t make that choice for him. If he doesn’t choose it then I don’t- I won’t-” 

- Yoongi brushes his hands over yours, “we don’t even know- let's ask him first before you start talking like that” But you both think that Jungkook will want it too- even if it could mean an eternity asleep. You’re already doing the math in your head. Putting it together how much time they’d have left to figure out a cure for your mortality. 

- One day a year with a lifespan of about 80 years- that means Seokjin and Yoongi had around 15,000 years before you died to find a way to make you like them. It wasn’t easy- Yoongi couldn’t help but feel like they didn’t have enough time. Seokjin’s been looking for a little over 100 and he hasn’t found much at all. 

- “There is one other thing” Seokjin looks worried- too worried to ask this of both of you. You catch him clutching Jungkook’s baby blanket like it could be a lifeline again- for the hundredth time since you’ve come here.  He’d taken it a few days ago to study it- try and see if he could put a tracking spell on it to find the owner. But unfortunately- the spell only leads back to Jungkook. Not too surprising since it had been in his possession for so long. “If- if Jungkook’s ancestors are somehow connected to my sister's disappearance, then I need to know.” 

- “Seokjin” Yoongi isn’t full of reproach- only pity- because before now- Seokjin’s never doubted the fact that his sister was dead. That was the only reason why she ever would have left him, or stayed away for the last hundred or so years. 

- Seokjin shakes his head “Only a sorcerer could have put done this spell Yoongi. if it was a witch it would have worn off years ago. and I’m the last one of my family left and I didn’t do the spell. If my sister is still out there- then I need to find out. I need you to show me where you found him.” 

- Seokjin turns to where you sit by his loves bedside, through it all; Taehyung’s chest rises up and down. He turns a little fitful in his sleep. “Taehyung won’t wake for another three weeks- if we go tomorrow- we can be there and back in one. I don’t trust Taehyung with anyone.” his eyes flash with a flood of purple, dangerous as he stares at you, “but I think I can trust you- that’s my price. I’ll put you to sleep like him if you look over him for me while we’re gone.” 

- You nod softly, “that’s more than reasonable” “make sure your children don’t terrorize my castle either” Seokjin rubs at his temples. “God they’re- Hoseok is entirely re-ordering my series on shrinking spells- he thinks he’s putting them back right but- ugh- it's going to take me an age to put them back in order”

- “You can feel what they’re doing?” you ask surprised. “I can feel everything” Seokjin says, melancholy and bleak. “Everything that goes on in this castle if I’m not distracted enough- it kind of gets-” Seokjin’s chest heaves a little unevenly. “Overwhelming. That’s why I can’t live close to anyone all of their thoughts and wants and needs on display- like you. I can tell that you want Yoongi to sit closer to you because you're worried about what he’ll be like when he can't touch you, and I can tell that he’s still calculating something- and it’s making you nervous- please stop- it’s making everything worse Yoon.”

- Yoongi straightens up, his cheeks blushing a little before he pulls his chair closer to yours. You give up after a moment, standing up to sit in his lap. Seokjin doesn’t look uncomfortable- only mollified. Still shaky. “Taehyung used to be the only thing that would make it better-“ 

- “Can you tell what he’s dreaming of?” the way that he’s looking at Taehyung, it’s like he wishes he could lean forward and pulls him closer. Curl up with him on his lap the same way Yoongi is doing with you.  

- “Sometimes” his fingers tap on the glass, “but most of the time it’s hard to see through the glass. And it’s almost worse then- because when you can see your love- but you can’t touch them or hold them or talk with them- it almost makes it worse” he turns to Yoongi sharply. “I guess you’ll find out.” 

- Seokjin’s chest is still heaving unevenly and it makes you alarmed- especially when you see one of the roses by the window shake so hard all its petals fall off- you can almost feel it- the way the air trembles. A glass bottle on the shelf rattles, and nearly falls off the edge before it’s pushed back. 

- Seokjin’s hands shake too. You reach out- gently covering Seokjin’s hands with yours over the glass coffin. “If you can’t see him- maybe talking about him will help calm you down” your voice is low and honeyed- like you’re comforting a startled doe. 

- Yoongi can see the way Seokjin visibly shutters at the contact- almost shakes too much and Yoongi curses himself a little internally. His friend has been on his own for so long and it’s so painful to see. He’s so incredibly starved for human touch. Seokjin leaves his hand under yours over the glass casket, lets you touch him even though it looks like it’s overwhelming to him- so much so that it almost hurts.

- Yoongi knows what that feels like- remembers feeling much the same the first time he’d ever touched you- those first lingering touches- when you’d pass him baby Jungkook- or the feel of his son in his arms- such a slight boneless weight, warm and soft in all the most endearing ways. 

- You’re such a natural healer- and Seokjin looks so distraught- so achingly lonely- you can’t not reach out and try to make it better. If he’s going to give you Yoongi your family forever- the least you can do is offer him this. 

- “Taehyung was- Taehyung is an effervescent person.” Seokjin looks at his love when he says the words- soft and slow. “There are certain people that only come along once in a lifetime- that you are destined to meet. My sister- she was the fortuneteller of the family- she was the one who always saw what was going to happen to us before it did. And if she’d been able to meet him- I’m sure she would have said it was fate, because there isn’t any other explanation for him loving me.” 

- “Humanity is a delicate thing- you all- chase immortality like you should want it- like memories should be eternal- but they aren’t. It didn’t use to bother me- not being able to remember where I was born or how I grew up- but Taehyung- Taehyung made me not want to forget a single second.”

- “He was a farm boy, grew up with a big family as poor as could be but never with an empty stomach. even now,  if I think hard enough- I can still taste his peach tart on my tongue. He makes it for me every year on my birthday. I wake him up and he makes me a peach tart and we eat it. Tae calls it “every day a birthday” 

- “He’s the one who made me put him to sleep you know- I was prepared to live with him until he died and then- find a way to end my life myself- I wanted it- I more than wanted it but Tae- he saw right through me. He almost died just before. Got hit in the head during one of the last battles.” 

- Seokjin looks at Yoongi, and Yoongi nods. “I remember, Namjoon and I were fighting on the mountainside, and we saw this black cloud flood the valley- like smoke. And by the time it dissipated, there was only Seokjin and Tae left.” you bristle internally- wondering how powerful the man who sits across from you is if he can fell an army in a single day. 

- “I put him to sleep so that I could heal him- so that he wouldn’t die. The initial spell wasn’t much different than the one that’s on him now. I stitched him together cell by cell until his brain was healed. I was so worried when he woke up that he wouldn’t remember me but he did- and the first words out of his mouth were; ‘I knew you would die for me- but you also have to live Jinnie- both of us do- I’m not letting me be the reason you die.”

- You look up sharply at Yoongi when he intakes a jagged breath- “would you do the same for me Yoongi?” he can’t answer, only keeps holding your hand. And you know just by the way his eyes flood with tears and his shoulders hunch in that yes- that is the case. 

- Suddenly you’re flustered, standing up, “Okay this is a lot- we need to hug it out” you gesture expectantly with your open arms, suddenly not able to handle all of the emotion in the room without doing something about it.

- Yoongi gives an aborted protest at you standing. And Seokjin flushes all the way to his ears again. Both of them folding in around you- your arm coming up to loosely tug Seokjin into your arms and he goes gratefully after a moment of reluctance. Both of them holding onto you limply. “I don’t get hugs a lot.” Seokjin says, his voice sounding small and shy. 

- “Well it’s a good thing I have some to spare.” Yoongi gives you a thankful look before he tucks his face in close kissing your forehead and then dragging burying his face in your shoulder. both of them taller than you, hunched over to hug you properly. 

- The three of you hug for a bit and then you pull apart first- because as much as you are always happy to comfort him. Your side is starting to ache a little- and you need to sit down. Both of them understand, even if you do see Seokjin’s hand reach out a little at first- unwilling to part with his first source of human comfort in a little less than a year. 

- “Tell me more- tell me all of the good things” Seokjin launches into the story of when they first met without a second thought- smiling this time. Yoongi sends you a thankful look. Somewhere along the line. The room has stopped shaking with Seokjin’s tremulous emotions. And with his focus firmly on all of the happy memories he has with Taehyung he relaxes a little. 

- All in all though, it might not be the best moment for him to lose his concentration. As your 15 and 13-year-old sons are left unchaperoned in a house full of very magical and very dangerous objects and spellbooks. Not the best moment for Seokjin to be occupied.

- If he hadn’t been so distracted, he might have realized sooner- before it was too late. 

- Jungkook and Hoseok have found their way through the library and into a second more hidden library, then down a set of steps that where slippery with moss- through a separate hidden passageway and then through a door- which didn’t open for Hoseok- and then miraculously and for some unknown reason opened for Jungkook. (But don’t worry- you’ll discover why in the next 5,000 words or so- so please be patient) 

- “Huh- Seokjin- Hyung was really right- the spells really won’t work on you” Jungkook just shrugs, happily shoving back the heavy iron door using all his body weight to push it open. “He should have put a real lock on it- then that might have kept me out” 

- Hoseok smiles at Jungkook’s cockiness- only 13 and Hoseok can only think that if Jungkook where a character in one of your storybooks, He could have been a formidable child thief. “And besides what do they expect- we don’t have anything to do here. It's his fault for not giving us something to do!” 

- When Jungkook grins at Hobi- Hobi can almost feel the future. The mischief that both of them are going to get into once Hoseok gets large enough to carry them both around the world- they want to see it all. 

- Hoseok is glad- after a few days of being in a dream-like fog- it seems as though Jungkook is almost back to normal. There have been a few moments- one where he saw Jungkook flinch back from some warm water- washing up for dinner. And another, when he’d washed the clothes they’d been in that day to get out the blood. But other than that- he seems to be handling everything as well as can be expected. 

- Hoseok knows (as Hoseok always knows) that Jungkook is waiting for the right time to vent to you and Yoongi about it. Hoseok wants to too- and figure out why he doesn’t feel as affected- and it’s not like he feels heartless- like he doesn’t care that he killed people. No- he feels guilty but he figures those men had made a choice just like Hoseok had made a choice.

- The room is piled high with all but the creepiest of things- crystals glow a dull purple in the wall- as glass eyes curl and blink from a few crevasses here and there where the plaster has fallen away and the bricks are exposed. Glittering potion bottles, teeth in glass jars as well as something fluffy and black that taps at the side of one with sharp claws. 

- A glowing sphere here and there- nothing too bad- nothing too out of the ordinary. Stacks of black leather diary’s stacked on a shelf- more shelves crammed with things. Jungkook dashes off before with a happy hum before Hoseok can keep up, preoccupied with taking everything in. The younger disappearing through the maze of shelves and piles.

- Hoseok’s wades through the collection slower. There is something about the smell down here, Hoseok’s nose smarting with something acrid, that he doesn’t like- doesn’t want to be around at all. “Jungkookie?” Hoseok calls, walking through the isles of potions and books; somehow he’d lost sight of jungkook almost immediately. He walks too quickly, almost knocking over a fishbowl full of squids with human faces. His head bumping into some sort of crusty dried plant- the flower blooms when he touches it- but then dies when he moves away.

- For some reason he feels like he should apologize to it- and when he does- the flower bows back.  A shiver works his way down his spine. A feeling like he’s being watched by something old and ancient sinking its claws into the back of his neck. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears.

- “Ugh... Kookie! I don’t think we should be down here!” he calls, looking frantically around for his companion. and then he spots Jungkook, or the back of his head, walking forward slowly. It’s then that he sees it, set into a wall of shelves, a glass box faintly glowing, its door sliding open with a faint squeak.

- Hoseok can feel the pounding in his ears strengthen as Jungkook walks towards it growing closer to thunder. the light in the box, a long glowing stick that can only be described as a wand pulsing in time with the thundering in his ears- probably in Jungkook’s too. He shouts Jungkook’s name again but he doesn’t turn.  

- When Hoseok speaks it feels like he’s talking through water, runs forward to pull Jungkook back from the box, because whatever it is it can’t be good but the younger just pushes him off. It’s then that Hoseok realizes that something is wrong- terribly wrong.

- Jungkook’s eyes are wide, pupils dilated and glassy, lips parts as he stares at the wand, not even seeing Hoseok, “Kookie- stop I don’t think we should mess with-“ before Hoseok can stop him, Jungkook is reaching out, touching the wand. It’s so gentle, almost a caress. Hoseok sees it- the moment Jungkook’s brown eyes flood with bright blue- and the world explodes in a cloud of energy and magic.

- Seokjin is just telling you about the time that Taehyung tried to convince Seokjin into dying Taehyung’s hair bright pink when he pauses in the middle of a sentence. Mouth hanging open for a second before he’s cursing and disappearing in a flash- one moment present and the next not. You and Yoongi hear his voice a moment later- booming out with some sort of spell. “The basement- they found their way into- shit- fuck!”

- You and Yoongi break out into a run, and the house seems to move around you- aiding in guiding you towards them- the floors sloping down when you need and doors opening seconds before you pass them almost making Yoongi almost collide to one of them more than once. Yoongi keeps a hand on your side- supporting you enough that it barely hurts when you run. “Not that way you idiot- this way.”

- The belly of the castle gets progressively darker, glowing crystals hanging in alcoves and mushrooms growing in crevasses. Little hidden creatures that definitely are not mice making little screeching noises and running from the direction of where Seokjin guides you. Every living thing- even the moss on the walls, slowly itching away from whatever’s happened down there. You can’t run as quickly on account of your wounds but Yoongi doesn’t let you walk alone. Supporting you as you hobble along.

- “Jungkook!” you shout when you see- your son, floating a few feet above in the air, a diffuse cloud of light blue fog surrounding him- Seokjin is quick to stop you with a hand, “don’t touch him! If you want to live we can’t touch him!” Yoongi catches you around your waist just in time. Keeping you from lunging for your son. your shrill shriek of “Jungkook! Hoseok!” 

- Seokjin holds his arms stiff, his hands and fingers bent at awkward angles. Magic sparking between his fingers, the bright purple fire morphs into bubbles on the end of each finger-popping off as they float to Jungkook. Combining and growing in size- encasing him in a glassy cage. Seokjin is the one keeping Jungkook contained, the only thing that separates you all from life- and oblivion.

- A pile of books stirs next to you and a fully shifted Hoseok stirs, tossing books to the ground and sneezing in all of the dust. Shifting in a smooth movement, Yoongi reaching out to touch him- to make sure he’s there an uninjured. “Oh Hobi- oh” you try as he runs to you shifting mid-step, hitting each other and holding on, his head tucked under your chin. 

- “What happened!? What did you touch!?” Seokjin silences your protests of his tone with a look. “Just a- a wand I think?” Hoseok is small and scared in your arms. Seokjin looks enraged. “Don’t you know not to touch other people's things? Jungkook could have blown this castle and half the country to dust! And now he’s-“ 

- Seokjin chokes, the magic taking the air out of his lungs, he stumbles, but straightens. Making another complex movement with his hands when the bubble tries to swell. Contained by both his hands now- not just one. “Now it might be too late.” 

- “Seokjin- what happened to him- can he be-” “Yoongi please- it’s all I can do to keep this contained- he must have-” Seokjin cannot meet Yoongi’s eyes, “The wand is trying to bind with him.” The glowing stone at the center of Seokjin’s own chest seems to glow and pulsate stronger at the words. Yoongi almost falls to his knees- no- not Jungkook. You and Hoseok are confused, horror on Yoongi’s face, Hoseok already stepping in-between you and Jungkook- like that will keep you safe from whatever threat.

- “What does this mean?”  it hits him, almost makes him fall to his knees, Hoseok can’t breathe. He can’t feel Jungkook’s soul bond at all- not an inch of it. The light in his chest- the glowing soft press that always lets him know that he’s not alone- isn’t there anymore.

- Seokjin says the words steady, the way only an immortal can. “It means Jungkook is going to die.  And if I don’t keep this bubble around the magic- so will all of us.” 

- Jungkook doesn’t know what happened, one moment he was standing in that room and the next he’s being blown back, back through the darkness and a strange pulsating blue light and into a dark unfamiliar night.

- Also- straight into a puddle. His hands hit the mud dark water soaking his clothes- He splutters as the rain hits his face, his eyes focusing on the dark tree line. The buildings- peaked roofs with bright green tiles- different. He’s never seen them or any that looked like them before. But there are lights in the houses. 

- He stands, his back and pant legs soaked with rain, he figures- there must have been some sort of transporting spell on whatever he touched (because he’d been reading Seokjin’s spell books every chance he gets and he’d discovered that those are a thing). A sudden horror fills him- because wherever he is- it’s certainly not close to Seokjin’s. The air feels colder here- closer to winter than to summer. Strange- he can almost see his breath exhaled in a cloud of blue when he heaves a shaking breath.

- He’s scared for about half a moment- before he hears the telltale whistle of dragon wings- almost unnoticeable- and he see’s the black wings faintly in the night sky, blocking out the stars. A sight he can recognize only because he’s seen it before countless times. Thank god- he thinks- because where ever he’s managed to end up Yoongi has still found him. 

- He starts to run, almost calling out his name. He ends up face to face with him after Yoongi lands soundlessly knowing to stay a little ways back incase his dad doesn’t see him yet. Yoongi’s eyes sparking with a familiar yellow glow when he runs forward to greet him. “I don’t know what happened dad, one moment I was there and now I’m-” 

- It surprises him- when Yoongi opens his maw and spits fire.

- He flinches, but it only takes him opening his eyes realizing that he’s not dead he’s not burning. The fire isn’t going around him- but through him he realizes when he holds his hand up. He’s confused- his mind tries to justify that it’s just a spell- the last few weeks have led him to assume that- the amount of charms that he’d begged and bugged Seokjin to put on him. (Much to the elder's frustration when the vast majority of spells just don’t work) Some sort of protective charm it must be. Like the one on his scarf that Seokjin had seemed so so interested in. 

- He hears the screaming- the ear-piercing shrieking as the people run out of their houses- a gong sounds. But its already too late. “Dad- you’ve got to stop why are you-” but Yoongi just barrels through him, pulling down the roof of a house with one grab of a claw. Jungkook realizes that he must be dreaming when he tries to grab a sword sitting by the stoop of one of the houses and his hand goes straight through the handle.

- Jungkook stares at his hand for a moment- Dreaming- this must be a dream- that’s the only justification for why Yoongi would be doing this- why he would ignore Jungkook and why he would be hurting all of these people. 

- All of the carnage- the people burning and screaming- some of them running, trying to roll on the ground to put their burning clothes out. Jungkook stands in the middle of it all- powerless to do anything. Jungkook watches as Yoongi tosses one back against a tree. The mans back breaking with an audible shatter that jars his ears. 

- When the carnage stops He’s crying, climbing over a broken house. looking into the face of a charred corpse when Yoongi finally shifts human. “Dad” he’s crying when he tries to walk to him. “Why did you do this? Why did you hurt these people? Please I need to know- I can’t-” 

- Yoongi doesn’t respond, looks at the surrounding world with disgust and hatred, and turns to walk away- he can’t hear Jungkook- can’t hear him at all. “FUCK- JUST LOOK AT ME GOD DAMN IT!” Jungkook shouts, near hysterical. He feels his words startle something- a small flinch under the boards in his feet. And suddenly a shrill crying starts up. 

- That makes Yoongi turns at that, surprise in his face, he moves a heavy board and Jungkook moves to let him. He recognizes the red baby blanket first- how many times had he twined that little thing around his neck- loving the familiar comfort of the fabric. The squirming little thing is small- probably no more than 6 months old at the most, blood on his cheek. 

- Jungkook reaches a hand to touch the scar on his face. “That’s me isn’t It.” no one is there to answer it as he watches. Looks- and doesn’t understand what he’s seeing. 

- It’s- this is a memory- not a dream. 

- The baby version of himself settles into Yoongi’s arms and Jungkook watches his father look at him. A sudden gentleness in his eyes. “Don’t- don’t leave me here dad- don’t let me die please” his words fall on unhearing ears but the rain starts up again. And Jungkook watches as Yoongi uses his body to shield the small red mass from the deluge above. His words are soft and shaky, “it’s okay- don’t cry- it’s gonna be fine I’ll- I’ll take you somewhere safe.” 

- A tugging fixes in his gut- a feeling like he’s just about to vomit and then he’s thrown into the next memory. He’s at the cottage. The one he barely remembers- but the leaky roof, the chicken coup, and the front porch- that he knows. The times he’d fallen up those two steps. The soft feeling of a baby chick in his hands, a drop of water falling on his cheek- that he remembers. 

- Unlike before- this world is all golden tones- the trees shining bright green. A happy memory at golden hour. And on the front porch leaning against the railing- you and Yoongi stand a few inches apart, and he can tell just by looking at you that you haven’t quite fallen in love yet. 

- Your voices low- you don’t seem to notice Jungkook standing in the grass, but he hadn’t really expected either of you to see him at this point. To his left- he hears a noise- a startling in the chicken coop, a chicken indignant at being bothered, a small body chasseing them.

- “You’ve never told me- how you got Jungkook you know? And if we’re going to do this co-parenting thing, I feel like that’s something I should know.” Your words knock Jungkook’s attention from the younger version of himself back to you both.  Standing next to each other- not letting your shoulders brush, but he see’s you lean a little and gathers that you might want too. 

- “Do you want the truth- or a pretty lie?” your smile is small, Yoongi’s too. “The truth is preferable- we’ll have more than enough time to lie to each other” 

- “Did you kill his parents?” Jungkook can tell the sudden question startles Yoongi. By the way his jaw goes tight and his eyes go down. Won’t meet yours. “It’s alright if you did- not much we can do about it now.” 

- “Are you sure?” Yoongi asks, “yes- I think if we raise him at all well- when he finds out- it will hurt sure. But if we raise him well enough he’ll know that you didn’t have a choice.” Your voice dies in your throat. When you see Yoongi’s crestfallen expression. “Yoongi what are you thinking?” 

- “I’m thinking that He’ll hate me when he finds out- he should hate me- you should hate me- do you know how many humans I’ve killed? How much blood is on my hands? You shouldn’t- I shouldn’t-’” 

- Jungkook sees Yoongi flinch back when you reach out to him- on the porch, Jungkook can hear a giggle- a small black head of hair that must be his own poking up in the tall grass. Chasing a chicken through the underbrush in his direction. God- he doesn’t ever remember being that small.

 “Yoongi” you try to stop him as he spills out into the soft grass. A few feet from where Jungkook stands. Golden light shining overly bright in his black horns. “I should go.”

- You look scared when you ask, “are you going to come back?” “I don’t know” he’s being honest Jungkook realizes, hand on the railing. You look so much younger than Jungkook ever remembers seeing you.

- The chicken dashes across Jungkook’s path, and in the grass- a small body tottels- Jungkook looks down at himself, so small and innocent- even now- adventurous. And for a brief moment, he stares into his own eyes- and sees a flash of curiosity in his child self’s face. Jungkook looks around to find something his child self might be staring at and finds nothing but himself. The young boy reaches up a hand and lets out a happy giggle- pointing at Jungkook like he can see him. 

- The next moment is much like the first, all dark and black tones. Only this time the earth is sandy and sooty beneath his feet. There are so many of Hobi’s kind here- great big birdlike dragons. But it’s also as chaotic as the first. The world on fire red feathers falling from the sky. Jungkook is inside of an unfamiliar house looking out the window.

- Jungkook can hear the men shouting outside, as he looks around the house- the nest. It’s a simple accept for the golden plate wear and the shining tapestry on the wall. He hears a crash a roar. And massive being crashes into the doorway as fire roars outside. The dragon shifts- the woman limping in her human form- her golden horns polished and sharpened to points on either side of her cheeks.

- “Hoseok! Hoseok baby we have to go- go with your sister and get out of here” a small redhead- his soulmates head pokes up from underneath the kitchen table his horn catches on the edge as he stands sending the gold plate wear clanging to the ground. He runs for the woman, his little hands fisting in her long patterned skirt.  “No! I won’t leave without you alpha!” the woman grabs a long sword hanging by the door. “Stay here- your sister will be back in a moment! I can’t stay my little hatchling” she turns away, tearing Hoseok’s hands from where they clutch at her skirt forcefully.  

- And Jungkook watches, horror-stricken as Hoseok heads out after her. So small, shouldering his arms as he heads out into the bloodbath- too young to understand. Too young to understand and yet Jungkook knows that Hoseok will grow up a lot today- that he won’t ever really be the same. “Stop Hobi- you can’t“ Hoseok’s head whips around at the last moment, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion, looking around the room for the source of the voice- but sees nothing. Continuing on after a moment. 

- The next few memories are a flurry- go too fast for Jungkook to really gather what they mean, one after another. The memories piling over each other like pages in a book. Hoseok in dragon form looking down at a younger version of himself, his tongue flicking out to lick at his cheek. Dialogue from you and Yoongi spoken through the darkness. “How did this happen- how did they get through the mountains?”

- Yoongi’s voice answering your question. “Happens more often than you think- it’s easier to get through in the south- where the snow doesn’t fall as thick. My parents died in much the same way.” The fog around Jungkook thickens, sinking into his lungs and choking him. Jimin voice- not yours, delicate and lilting. The sensation of a hand dragging through his hair. Asleep by a fireplace with the taste of the salty ocean on his tongue.

- “Dragons and humans are like separate sides of the same coin- can’t stab one without running through the other.” Yoongi agreeing, “A nest gets raided- and a dragon like me gets sent to kill a whole town. If we keep fighting- the bloodshed is never going to end Namjoon.” 

- The next time Jungkook lands on even footing, he’s in the cave in the mountains and everything is golden again. He can see out the wide opening from this angle, and when he sees the green dragon in the sky circling above. He remembers this day, the first time he’d seen a dragon that wasn’t Hobi or Yoongi. He remembers how scared he’d been- Yoongi attacking with an almost feral power. He looks back into the cave as the dragon descends to your spot in the rocks waiting for his father to take action and protect you. 

- But Yoongi still isn’t turning, still doesn’t see what’s about to happen, Jungkook’s anxiety builds as he sees the dragon start into a low spiral. Spotted you in the rocks. Jungkook looks down and sees a red head and a black head dancing here and there as they play a game that Jungkook’s forgotten the rules of. Looking back at Yoongi- any moment now- Yoongi will realize what’s about to happen, any moment now he’ll come to your rescue. 

- But time ekes on- precious seconds- his father will be too late if he doesn’t go now. And you will die.  Jungkook doesn’t think- just runs over and tugs- actually tugs on Yoongi’s sleeve. 

- This time- his hand doesn’t just go through Yoongi, this time he actually touches him. “Did you want a snack?” Jungkook tugs again, because Yoongi still isn’t turning. When Yoongi turns he still sees no one there. He calls his name once, and then Hobi’s and by that time he sees, he’s jumping through the opening to fly to your aid leaving Jungkook standing in that cave. 

- Jungkook feels his shoulders curl in on himself, “I want to go home- please just- take me back” and the cloud that surrounds him- what can only be magic- listens to him. 

- This is different than Jimin's plant magic, the wordless sort of magic that has the world leaning in. The kind makes the world stop in place and turn around him. Every inch of intent spoken by his mouth an order that time will bow too. 

- If dragons and humans are two sides of the same coin- then so are Seokjin and Jungkook. 

- Jungkook wakes up- his eyes shooting open in the bubble- no whites of his eyes, only bright blue. The bubble bursts in a flash of power and light that hits you like a gale. Its only Yoongi’s quick thinking that keeps you and Hoseok from falling backward. Even Seokjin has to bring up an arm to shield his eyes from the flash of blinding light. Jungkook hits the floor with his hands out, catching himself before he falls. 

-   “I don’t hate you” is the first thing he says when he lifts his head, chest heaving scrambling to his feet. Running to Yoongi without a second thought tears in is eyes. 

- “What- Kookie-“ Yoongi barely comprehends his youngest throwing his arms around his neck, pulling him in close tightly for a bruising hug. “it’s okay- you’re safe now Jungkook” Jungkook pulls back- a smile in his face and tears in his eyes. “Dad I really don’t- I saw it- I saw you- the night you got me- and you need to believe me- I don’t hate you.” 

- “Jungkook what are you talking about,” Hoseok asks, disbelieving, so relieved to feel the soulbond back in place in his chest that he’s breathless.  Jungkook looks between your faces- one after the other. Smiling so wide his nose scrunches. “I saw it- your memories, the night you found me! I was going to be a dragon hunter wasn’t I? But I wouldn’t have wanted to be. That’s why you didn’t let me fight, but I love you guys- I’d never hurt you- I understand why you did what you did and this doesn’t change a thing- I understand everything now.” 

- “Well that makes one of us- is anyone going to tell me what just happened?” Hoseok snarks.  “I don’t know either Hobi,” you say, shaking your head. But Yoongi is almost crying as Jungkook’s words hit him. Because how could it be? how does he know? and does he really understand? His first instinct is to believe that Jungkook couldn't. but then, when he sees Jungkook’s face, sad- but not angry- not at Yoongi at least, all of the fight going out of him. 

- That’s the second time Jungkook ever sees his father cry. Touching his cheek and pulling him in. “My little hatchling I-“ he’s at a loss for words, something that feels like pride and hope clawing its way- vicious and golden up through his chest. 

- Yoongi’s arms reach out- tugging the four of you close- he can barely get his arms around you all- the three people that matter the most in the world to him. All in one spot. Yoongi holds onto the three of you tighter, like his own arms will be enough to shield them from the horrors of the world.

- Besides all of you Seokjin falls to his knees, his eyes unable to leave Jungkook. Uneven breath heaving in his chest- his focus- his whole world narrowing down to Jungkook too. 

- “I’m not- I’m not alone- I can’t believe it- I-” 

- The four of you look up where Seokjin sits, pulling himself over on his knees his trembling hands reaching out for Jungkook. A part of you that feels fiercely protective wants to reach out and stop him from touching your son- too soon after having him in mortal peril. “Seokjin- what do you mean?” beside you, Hoseok straightens up; letting out a small sigh of relief- this has been a stressful 30 minutes- that’s for certain. 

- “Hold out your arm Jungkook” Jungkook does, where once his forearms had been bare, now a light hovers below his skin. a line of brilliantly glowing blue the length of his forearm. The magic wand embedded in his skin where it will sit for the end of time- or until Jungkook dies- whichever comes first. 

- The veins in his arms glowing too- taking the magic to the rest of his body. Not rejecting it at all- but growing to accommodate the magic, which has chosen Jungkook as his host. 

- The four of you huddle around him, and when Hoseok tries to reach out and touch it too- a little bolt of lightning sparks and shocks him he flinches But reaches forward again- in awe anyway. Pleased to find the same thing doesn’t happen the second time when he clenches the hand of his soul-bonded partner. 

- “If you where human bonding with the wand would have killed you” Seokjin’s hands are soft on Jungkook’s arm as he traces the line of the wand almost lovingly. “What does it mean” Jungkook breathes, the wand feels Bulging and hard underneath Jungkook’s skin not uncomfortable, but not pleasant either.

- “It means that you’re not human Jungkook- you’re a sorcerer like me.”

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Eret and quackity’s relationship /rp

I don’t feel like this is talked about enough considering they have a very interesting one sided hatred going on but also I am not going to be talking about anything pre-nov 16 in regards to their relationship just bc I don’t know it as well as their current one so if you do please feel free to add on :D

Anyways quackity and eret are both extremely different characters which is interesting to me since their actually really similar in terms of experiences.

They both looked up to Wilbur as a leader and considered him a friend even when he didn’t.

They both directly opposed him when they believed that another person would do what was better for the server and also did so to gain power

They both believe violence is sometimes the only way of preventing more bloodshed and getting what you want.

They both were manipulated and neglected by that person once they gained the power they wanted

They both have (had in eret’s case? Idk that whole things screwy) a good relationship with fundy in which they showed him that he was important and loved (even if it was also manipulation in quackitys case)

They both have a soft spot for tommy, tubbo and l’manburg as a whole

And lastly they both would go into to regret their actions in opposition to Wilbur, betray the person that gave them power, and say that Wilbur was better than both of them.

But that long list of similarities ends when you look at their personalities and feelings about their actions.

Eret directly felt guilty for her betrayal of l’manburg because she realized it left her alone, she’s never been one to be able to talk her way out of a situation, she wants to use his power as king to make people feel safe, and she has to begun to acknowledge the manipulation she suffered under dream and has taken steps to not be like dream and instead try to help other people hurt by him. (Also somehow has a positive relationship with techno? Idk how it happened but it exists)

On the other side of the coin, stands quackity who felt upset that he didn’t realize Schlatt was never going to give him the power he wanted earlier, his main power comes from his ability to talk circles around people, he uses his power to make himself feel safe, and while he is aware of how Schlatt has mistreated him he’s only taken steps to put himself in the same position that Schlatt had in order to be able to be the one in control this time. He cares about people hurt by Schlatt in his own way but mostly is just interested in projecting his own issues onto everyone else (see the convo with fundy or anyone with tubbo regarding who to trust) (also we all know how that relationship with techno is going and it sure is something)

These differences in personality I think are most plainly shown by the Mexican l’manburg conflict; the one in which quackity, outraged by georges de throw meant and seeking to prove Mexican l’manburgs power as a faction, talked Karl into sacrificing himself in a faked peaceful protest where they planted tnt to make it seem like eret blew him up.

This plan did not work out and led to eret along with his knights and dream blowing up Mexican l’manburg and then quackity arguing with dream over the validity of Mexican l’manburg as a state which ended with the birth of el rapids.

The things worth noting to me in this interaction is

A. Eret seeing the description as mexican l’manburg as the same swift act of violence eret saw as needed to stop further violence as the one he saw in the final control room, albeit this time it worked),

And B. Quackity’s incredible charisma being out on show both in convincing Karl to loose a canon life of his own volition, and being the only one to actually hold his own in an argument against dream and come out of it with some measure of a win

Though even more interesting to me is what they both took away from it.

Eret kind of just didn’t care? Like yeah they where absolutely pissed someone was attempting to slander their name which had already been dragged through the mud, but in the long term of things they didn’t hold any grudges against quackity.

Meanwhile quackity to this day dislikes eret not because of his actions but because they took the offer to be recrowned as king after George was dethroned.

An action which eret did as an attempt to regain power, something quackity should approve off considering his own beliefs about power but doesn’t because it hurt his friend.

In the long term would it not make more sense to be mad at dream? Since he would have most likely just given the crown to someone else if they refused? And that’s not to say that quackity didn’t dislike dream after this event because he did, but he also extremely disliked eret.

A sentiment he has held onto for a very long time, even expressing to ghostbur after doomsday that he still disliked eret for replacing George.

And that is the biggest difference between these two characters. Their outlook on people.

Eret chooses to forgive because he wants forgiveness himself. He is nice to people because he wants them to have the happiness he hasn’t really found yet.

But quackity chooses to hold grudges because that’s what people have done to him. He is not kind (atleast once you get past the surface level), because he wants people to feel the same pain he has felt.

I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s the difference between forgiveness and vengeance but more like stoping the cycle of abuse vs. embracing it.

I think the same can be applied to their views on their manipulators.

Eret is happy enough with dream in prison because it means he’s free to do what he wanted to do with the power given to him as king.

On the other hand, quackity, once he found out about glatt, decided to make a deal that would put him in the same place he was under Schlatt’s administration.

To conclude I would say these two characters aren’t foils because their too similar but more like too diverging paths on a road. Because at the end of the day they have experience very similar things but they decided to go about very different ways with coping with them. And I find that interesting.

Anyways give me more interaction between these two, I would pay actually money to have eret go to las nevadas once it opens to the public.

#dream smp #dsmp #c!eret #eretblr #the eret #c!quackity #this wasn’t meant to be read as c!quakcity critcial but I know it could be interepreted that way so if you want me to change the tags #please let me know #dsmp analysis #analysis

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 16

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x  F!Reader

Word Count:  2306

Rating:  E

Warnings:  action, canon typical violence, mentions of past child sexual abuse

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back.  Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you.  For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down.  Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father.  Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 17: Then

Clint was nervous as he followed you along the edge of the rooftops.  Not because he was afraid of being hurt, or getting caught.  You and he had been living in Brooklyn for a few years now in a shitty little apartment in a not great neighborhood and yet things had been going pretty smoothly.  They had a regular gig at the Coney Island Circus Sideshow and Clint even had a part-time job teaching kids trapeze at a trapeze school in Brooklyn.  It was generally enough to pay the rent and utilities and buy food.  On weeks things might get particularly tight because of an unexpected bill or doctor’s visit, you would find some sketchy wall street guy to cat burgle, and the two of you would have enough to make sure you wouldn’t need to do that again for at least a couple of months.

It wasn’t ideal, but the two of you were happy.  He loved being with you, and he loved this sense of stability you had together.

Then around four months ago, things had started to change.  He’d brought up the idea of having kids.  He knew despite the fact he felt his life was more stable than it had ever been, the reality was, you and he were in no position to raise them right now - he just wanted to put the idea out there.  If there was a plan to do it, then maybe you could work towards that as a goal.

You had completely shut down.

“No… no, no, no.  You can’t do this to me, Clint,” you said, moving down the couch away from him and hugging your legs.

He looked at you confused and more than a little hurt.  “What?  You don’t want to have kids with me?”

“I don’t want them at all,” you said.  “I thought you’d be on the same page as me.”

“What?  But why?  I love kids.  Working at the trapeze school is so much fun…” Clint explained.  “You always seem to get on with kids during the show and back when we were at the circus.”

You shook your head.  “I like them fine.  But Clint you should know… what we’ve been through in our lives… why would you want to create a life and put them at risk of repeating that?”

Clint blinked at you.  “But you would never hurt a kid.  Neither would I.  I want to give someone the chance at a happy stable life because of what mine was like.”

“What if something happened to us?”  You said.  “We don’t have any family.  They could end up going into shitty foster homes just like you did.  Or.. or… they …”

You stopped talking and hid your face in your legs.  He moved closer to you and put his arm around you.  He wasn’t sure how he felt.  He’d always seen himself as a dad at some point.  Even when he was young and angry he wanted to have a family … almost like it would be a way to finally fill in that box he’d never been able to check before.  But you didn’t want that, and he loved you.  You’d stuck by him through so much and he’d stuck by you.  To throw that away now when he was happy seemed crazy.

So he dropped it.

The problem was it seemed to cast a shadow over things.  He wanted to move forward but you were pulling away.  And then one day you came to him and said you had a job.  When he pressed you about what the job was or even why you had set one up when money had been fine lately, you wouldn’t talk and just asked him to trust you.

Only he still had that stupid issue with trust.

He tried though.  He had gone along with it and followed you into the mouth of the lion completely unsure if it was an old circus cat trained to keep his jaws apart or a young wild animal ready to tear you both apart.

After jumping over more rooftops than he’d care to count, you stopped suddenly and indicated for him to drop.  The two of you crept to the edge of the roof and peered over the roof to the one over from you.  There were a group of people standing around a bunch of crates talking.  Some were armed with guns, but he noticed the sword hanging from a large man’s hip.  He narrowed his eyes and slowly it dawned on him. 

“Is that Jacques?”  He whispered.

“Yes,” you said in a soft growl.

“What’s in the crates?”  Clint asked.

“It’s not important,” you said.  “It’s not why we’re here.”

Clint turned his attention from the group on the roof to you.  You opened and closed your hand on the hilt of your sword as you stared daggers at Jacques.  “Why are we here?”  Clint asked.  You didn’t reply, but your fingers twitched on the sword.  “Sugar… why are we here?”

“Revenge,” you seethed.

Clint’s jaw dropped open and he grabbed your arm, spinning you to face him.  “That’s not what we do.  If you wanted to get back at him, you should have just called the cops. Obviously whatever he’s doing is illegal.”

“After what he did to me?  To us?” You hissed.  “He broke your leg and left you for dead, Clint?  You told me that yourself!  And you’re just going to let him go about hurting other people?”

“This isn’t the way…” Clint implored.  “Come on.  Let me just call the cops and we’ll leave them.”

“I need to do this, Clint,” you begged.  “Please.  You want this life with me, and I can’t… I want you to have it, but I can’t if he’s out there.”

Clint was going to try and reason with you more, or beg you not to do this when a commotion on the roof drew his attention.  A group of people burst through the stairs with their weapons drawn.  They looked like government agents - feds or CIA - and everyone was shouting as they swarmed onto the roof.

Chaos broke out.  Swordsman and his group scattered, trying to escape the agents swarming the roof.

“He’s getting away!”  You shouted and jumped out, bounding over the roof after Swordsman.

“Sugar wait,” Clint shouted.  He took off after you, quickly nocking and loosing arrows, taking out anyone that came close to you.

A helicopter swooped in, lighting up the area as a firefight broke out.

Clint kept his attention on you.  He didn’t want you to kill anyone.  Even Jacques.  Especially Jacques.  As much as the Swordsman had been responsible for so much pain, he was also one of the only father figures Clint had.

“Sugar!  Stop!”  He shouted as he followed after you.

You and Jacques began to duel, your swords flashing with the light from the chopper.  “You think you can best me, girl?”  Jacques sneered as he cut your bicep.  You flinched and he took the opportunity to run again.  At the same time, one of the agents aimed his gun at you.  Clint reacted without thinking.  He loosed his arrow and it clipped the agent’s gun barrel sending the shot wild.  At the same time, two agents tackled him to the ground and wrestled the bow out of his hands.  You spun around and screamed his name.

“Run!”  Clint shouted, but it was too late, another agent grabbed you and knocked you down, sending your sword flying as he pushed a gun barrel into the back of your head.

“Don’t struggle and we won’t have any reason to shoot you,” one of the agents growled.

“You’re letting Jacques get away,” Clint argued, as they dragged him to his feet.

“How about you worry about the prison time you’re about to do,” the agent growled.

Clint’s shoulders ached.  He felt like he’d been sitting at this bare metal table with his hands cuffed for hours.  He worried about you.  No one would tell him where you were or if you were okay.  People would come in and ask him questions and then leave again.  He hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink and his bladder felt like it was going to explode.

A guy with an eyepatch came into the room with a tray of food.  Two agents that could practically have been twins flanked the door.  “You must be getting hungry,” eyepatch said, putting the tray just out of Clint’s reach.

“Need to pee,” Clint grumbled, squirming in his seat.

“You haven’t let him use the bathroom?”  Eyepatch said, looking at the agents.  When neither reacted, eyepatch uncuffed him from the table.  “Take our friend to relieve himself.  We aren’t animals.”

Clint hadn’t appreciated a piss as much as he did that one in his entire life.  By the time he was wrestled back to the table, he was already feeling a little more comfortable.

“So,” eyepatch said, pushing the tray over to him.  Clint grabbed the bottle of iced tea off it and popped the cap, swallowing the sweet liquid in large gulps.  “We’ve been asking around, and the only one of the group who even knows who you are was the girl with the sword.”

“Is she okay?”  You asked.

“Nasty cut on her arm.  Needed stitches,” eyepatch said.  “She’s in our medbay.”

“Who’s our?”  Clint asked, taking a bit from the meatball sub on the tray.

“We’re asking the questions, Mister Barton,” eyepatch said.

Clint choked on the bread and took another drink to clear his throat.  “How do you know my name?”

“We know a lot of things, Clint,” eyepatch said.  “Can I call you Clint?”  Clint shrugged.  “The names, Fury,” eyepatch added, offering Clint his hand.  Clint shook it awkwardly before going back to the food.  “For example,” Fury continued.  “We know you were in the circus with Duquesne.  So if the two of you came from the same place how do you explain your being there if you didn’t have anything to do with the rest of them?”

“Like you said; we know Duquesne.  I’d say the reason we were there was not far from the reason you were there,” Clint snarked.

“You shot at one of our agents,” Fury said.  “Doesn’t seem like we were on the same side.”

“I knocked his gun off course so he wouldn’t shoot my girlfriend,” Clint said.

“You expect me to believe you made that shot intentionally?”  Fury snarked.

Clint took the lid from the iced tea and flicked his wrist.  “Camera, thing one, thing two,” Clint said as it spun through the air.  It hit the security camera cracking the screen.  The two guards turned to look at it and it ricocheted off and hit the first one in the forehead, bounced up, and came down right on top of the second one’s head.

“Mister Barton,” Fury said.  “I want to offer you a job.”

Clint hurried into the medbay, still being flanked by the twins.  They left him at the door and Clint rushed to your hospital bed where you were sitting, handcuffed.

“You okay?”  He asked, patting you over like he was checking for breaks.

“I’m fine.  Just some stitches.  I don’t even know why they’re keeping me here,” you said.  “Mind games, probably.”

“They offered me a job,” Clint said.

You looked at him and tilted your head.  “What?”

“I know, right?”  Clint said.  “They said I’d be an asset to the organization.  Imagine us - spies.”

“Spies?”  You asked.

“Yeah,” he said.  “We’d make so much money and … we could get a house.  And a dog… Maybe even… if you wanted to… kids?”

You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.  “I - I can’t… I can’t join them.  Clint… they’ll control us.”

“It won’t be like that…” Clint argued.

“How do you know?  How do you know what it’s going to be like?”

Clint shook his head.  This was not going at all how he expected.  “But it’s you and me… that’s how it is.”

“Clint, I can’t let people control me like that.  I can’t.  Why do you think I do the things I do?”  You asked.

“Because we have to… to get by,” he said.

“No,” you said with a hollow laugh.  “I can’t trust people Clint.  Only you.  I don’t even trust the manager at a McDonald’s to not try something.  If I steal shit, I’m the one in control.”

“Sugar… I want to do this,” he said.

“Then… then I guess you better do it without me,” you said.  “I can’t… I can’t…”

Clint sight.  “Well, maybe… maybe we can… I’ll take care of you.”

You laughed again.  That same hollow sound as before.  “Sure, Clint.  The spy and the thief.”

“Are you saying you want to break up?”  Clint asked.

You shook your head.  “That’s not what I’m saying.  I want you to choose me.”

“But… but they said… they said if I don’t take the job I’m gonna go to prison,” Clint said.

“What?  See Clint?  I’d rather go to prison than take that option,” you said, a tear rolling down your cheek.

He leaned in and kissed you deeply, cradling your jaw.  He wanted it to reassure you that it would be fine.  And maybe it would in the sense that neither of you would end up in jail for this, but it wasn’t going to be okay between you.  He pulled back slowly and looked down at you.  “I’ll make sure we both get out of here.”

He strode out of the room and was met by Fury in the hall.  “I’ll join,” Clint said.  “But you need to let her go and leave her alone.”

“Great,” Fury said, clapping Clint on the shoulder.  “Come along Agent Barton, you’ve got some papers to sign.”

// NEXT

#clint barton #clint barton x reader #hawkeye #hawkeye fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #it's you and me

[savagehardyandfreee]

WH RETELLING REVIEW #2

Trigger warning: sexual themes and abuse

So this is a mini review because I just got done reading the first few chapters last night and I don’t plan on completing the book because I’m sick of it already.

Heath by Nikki Ash and K Webster is basically the 50 Shades of Grey/ soft core porn version of Wuthering Heights set in the modern day.

Catrina is from a rich family that adopts Heath and Mr Crenshaw dies before he can ever add Heath into the will. Cathy while dating Heath in secret has also been dating Edgar for the sake of the public eye however this stops when Mr Crenshaw dies and she has to make a choice. She runs away with Heath but they return for her fathers funeral and somehow she changes her mind and chooses Edgar leaving Heath broken and shattered. The passion, love and devotion on Heaths part is tangible and he handles her bratty and childish and sometimes princess spoilt behavior well which is just a testament to how they should be together. I was rooting for him honestly. Everything sounds good right? So why did I stop?

Don’t get me wrong the sex scenes are good and explosive showing how much Heath wants to please her and make her feel his love etc BUT there’s a few things that pissed me off about this version:

1. The caveman like possessive behaviour, heath wanting to throttle every man who looks at Catrina when she wear revealing outfits/ wanting to throttle her when she’s late to a date with him and then when he realizes she’s been with Edgar he thinks to himself that he wants nothing more than to piss a circle around her and tie her up to a bed in a forest and have her for himself alone.

2. On the wedding day Heath surprises Catrina by visiting her when she’s alone getting dressed up. He says nothing but enters through the window and bends her over to shag her. No consent nothing and it’s supposed to be some kinky ‘punishment sex’ by getting her all worked up to climax but then denying her that climax by abruptly stopping but phrases such as “I should’ve screamed and begged him to stop but my body could never deny him” and “he’s hurting me the only way he knows how and that is sexually” just made it seem rapey in fact she does try to stop him and he ignores all her pleas - honestly the idea of Heath weaponising sex to use to hurt her was just incredibly so out of character that it made the Heath from the previous pages (who was actually enjoyable) to seem like an illusion.

3. While Heath is ‘punishing’ Catrina by doing anal she thinks back to the time when he begged her to do it and when they did it hurt her the whole time. It was the first and last times they’d done it but it’s the same hole he uses to exact out his punishment. It felt honestly gross and violating as opposed to the kinky vibe the authors were clearly going for. What does worry me is that this is not the first time I’ve seen the ‘Heath prioritises his pleasure over her pain in sex’ trope - AGAIN WHERE DOES HEATHCLIFF EVER GIVE THIS IMPRESSION IN WH?? Doing this makes him no different to the shitty boyfriends I’ve read stories about on Reddit who don’t even care if their partners are hurting as long as it feels good for them.

I know it’s a silly thing to even analyse given it’s ridiculous but I really do question where these authors seem to get their impressions of these characters. It changes Heath completely. Why do they insist on confusing the passion he had for her with inflicting violence and pain? Or hint at disrespecting her boundaries. But then again what was expecting from reading a book written by these authors?? It read like one of those Alpha Billionaire Wattpad love stories.

#wuthering heights #cathy earnshaw #heathcliff #tw sex mention

[daisukissed]

【 Okay, Gamer 】

❧ pairing: kozume kenma x gn!reader, slight kuroo x reader if you squint hard enough

❧ synopsis: who would've thought you'd meet the love of your life through fortnite?

❧ genres: fluff, e2l (the enemy phase being 5 seconds lMFAO), one-shot

❧ warnings: guns, shootings, violence all the stuff you do in a battle royale if that needs a warning???? oh, and cursing.

❧ word count: 2k-ish

❧ a/n: purely self indulgent hehe the things i'd do to game with this guy 🥴

Your fingers move swiftly across your controller, pressing the combinations of buttons that have been ingrained in your brain from muscle memory. Your eyes shift from left to right, focusing solely on the screen of your TV as you scan the large platform for the person who shot you earlier.

Gaining another shot from the right, you immediately toggle your left stick towards the sound of the gunshot, aiming for the pink haired player not far from you.

"SHIT!" You throw your controller out of frustration, seeing it bounce a few times on your bed before making its way onto the floor with a large thud.

"I'm knocked down by the tree, the enemy's literally at 15 health." You groaned through the microphone, picking up the controller back up as you hear a soft hum in reply.

You could see your partner making his way towards you, building up floors and ramps skillfully as he avoid the shots made by the other player earlier.

It doesn't take much time for your teammate to kill off the female character, various items of different colors dropping from her death to which he gathers immediately.

"Oh my God, you're really out here looting and healing first when your teammate is literally seconds away from dying?!" You yell, feeling more and more frustration pile up as you see your health bar becoming shorter and shorter.

"It's your fault that you got knocked down."

Your grip on the controller got tighter than before as you take a deep breath, holding in all the numerous curses plagued on your mind as of now.

"Username 'applepi', I swear to God if you don't get your ass back here and revive me, I'll come and haunt you in real life."

You hear a exasperated sigh from the other side of the call before seeing a purple and black skeleton running his way to the tree you're currently residing in.

The rest of the game went out just as bad as the start of it. He would fire shots aimlessly and pointlessly to attract enemies nearby, solely because he knows it'll piss you off. Of course, you can't just back down from his childish antics so you pay him back by following him everywhere and anywhere, stealing any weapons and materials he got on his sight.

"Hey, there's someone coming over towards your left."

"You already did that trick, try again next time."

"No, I'm serious-"

Bam!

And he's down.

"What the fuck?"

You couldn't help but obnoxiously snort at the sight of your teammate falling down to his knees, only being able to crawl and nothing else as he watches his health bar dwindling into nothing.

"Pfft- See! I-I fucking t-told you but you wouldn't even l-listen!" You stammer in laughter, clutching your stomach in pain. Tears are starting to form in the uppermost corner of your eye, your cheeks beginning to feel sore and chest heaving up and down uncontrollably.

"Shut up and revive me." The player behind your laughter said in an unamused tone. You could hear the aggravation behind his sighs, the sound of what seemed like a device or some sort being put down forcefully followed behind, leaving you in fits of blissful giggles.

Oh, how sweet that karma is by your side.

Top 3.

That's all it takes for the endless banter between you two to cease.

Your body is tense, not wanting to move a single inch from your spot, afraid that it'll wreck the whole game if you put any attention to anything else besides the ongoing match. Your hands are clammy, layered with sheets of sweat between your palm and the black controller you're gripping at, holding it tight as if it's your only hope in winning the game.

You rapidly toggle the small joystick, trying to aim for the player in front of you as you furiously press buttons to shoot and evade at the same time, taking a few shots in the process.

Pressing the R2 button a few more times, you finally knocked your enemy down, shooting them in the head to truly end them.

The green health bar located on the bottom side of your television has about a quarter of it left, causing you to move away from the enemy's sight, searching for a secluded place to refuge in.

Switching your shotgun into a red and white bandage, you heal yourself up, anxiously waiting for the timer to count down to zero to finish healing, hoping that no one comes to ambush you in the meantime.

Your heart thumps against your chest, caused by the surge of adrenaline through your body.

The timer ticks down to six when you get shot, all your remaining health diminishing in one go along with your energy and enthusiasm.

You see your shooter immediately make his way to your teammate, greedy for kills, leaving you to watch your character slowly die in all fours. You think it's a stupid mistake that they didn't finish you off but you're thankful for the chance given.

"Applepi, revive me!" You order frantically, your hope of winning the game slowly decreases as you see your fellow teammate's health at half, the sight of him frantically moving backwards to create distance between his two opponent tells you that he's having a hard time.

"We'll both die before I have the chance to revive you."

An aggravated sigh left your chapped lips as you watch one of the players close in on him.

"Well, you can't beat two players all on your-"

Before you can finish your sentence, soft party music suddenly booms from your speakers, a large blue banner with the writing 'Victory Royale' displaying on your screen. It is as if the gods above and he himself are playing with you, proving you wrong before you could even try.

"What did you say?" The male asks in fake innocence and you might be dreaming but you think that you can hear the slight smile in his husky voice.

You let out a small groan as the game cuts off to its loading screen, the voice chat between you and the quiet male ending.

Trying to fight off the disappointment growing in your heart, you take off your blue headphones, finally setting your controller down after what seems like hours.

Blinking the tiredness of your strained eyes, you give the in game menu a final scan.

As if all the negative emotions that you felt were never there, you hold back a smile, feeling a budding hope when you make out the words in front of you.

Applepi sent you a friend request!

You learned a lot of new things about your new friend.

You learned that his real name is Kozume Kenma, he's a year older than you and goes to Nekoma High, the school a few stops before yours.

You learned that he has blonde hair and ebony roots, along with gold slit eyes and small pupils that makes him resemble a cat.

You also learned that he uses the username 'applepi' because he loves apple pies, he's a quiet person in general, not just in game but in texts as well. Sometimes he surprises you, getting chatty and affectionate at rare times.

You screech out his name, the boy being mentioned having to wince at the loud sound from his headphones. You run around the grassy platform, avoiding the player coming for you at all cost due to your lack of good weapons.

Kenma watches you for a while, contemplating whether he should just leave you or actually save you.

He opts for the latter, he always does.

Rushing in with a stronger weapon than yours, he jumps through bushes and cars, avoiding anything that seems to block him. Turning left from the rocky road, the blonde male immediately shoots at a purple character near yours, focusing on aiming at the small figure faraway.

"You suck, Y/N." He points out, controlling his skeleton-like character to run towards you after finishing the last blow.

"Yet you always play with me anyways." You argue.

You know you hit the mark when he doesn't give you any sort of response.

Your lips curl up into a soft smile as you hear the boy you grow more and more fond of talk about today's practice.

You don't know how or when it happened but the hectic calls while gaming are slowly replaced by a more ordinary and intimate one instead. Insults about the other party's skills turns to subtle compliments and childish banters turn into curious questions about one's life.

You would be lying if you said you didn't like the change.

"So this Hinata guy just spikes without even looking at the ball?" You ask intriguingly, genuinely interested at the dynamic duo he had been telling you about.

"Uh-huh, he's amazing."

You let out a small giggle at his response.

He doesn't notice but the tone of his voice always seems to change when he's talking about the things he's passionate about. Whether it be the new game he started playing or even volleyball, when he played an intense match. It's a minuscule change but you notice it anyways.

A slight click of the door opening followed by one or two footsteps can be heard from Kenma's room, a sly voice resonating throughout the walls.

"Ah, is that your Fortnite girlfriend you're calling again?"

You can vaguely recall the voice belonging to Kuroo Tetsurou, one of Kenma's teammate whom you shared a few conversations with before, much to the blonde's dismay. Feeling a slight cringe upon hearing the tall athlete's words, along with a hint of envy, you choose to stay quiet as they talk.

"It's not. Get out of my room, Kuroo." The cat-like male spit out, black eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

Kuroo's lips twitches up into a infuriating smirk, knowing full well of the ticking time bomb in front of him. He does as he was ordered to, stepping his foot out of his childhood friend's door.

Not before dealing a blow though.

"If you don't ask her out soon, I might just go and steal her, you know~?" The clever male goads before escaping out of the room.

Upon hearing those words, Kenma's mind goes into a havoc, his heart dropping down into his stomach.

He knows that you and Kuroo have been texting as well lately, the said man mentioning that he is in fact, quiet interested in you.

What are you bothered of anyways? People can get close to her however they'd like, he thinks, yet he feels all these negative emotions swirling around his head when he imagines you going out with the suave boy.

"Fortnite girlfriend?" You inquire, breaking his train of thoughts. You can't help the slight bitterness in your tone when you speak, though you're sure it goes unnoticed by the person you're speaking to.

"It's nothing, just ignore what he said."

Not satisfied with his answer, you push more, "Well, shouldn't you really ask her out? We can't let Kuroo be a step ahead of you, can't we?"

You try your hardest to play it as a joke, masking your jealousy with a cheerful and joking tone.

It is exactly this that gives Kenma the final push, giving him the last ounce of courage and guts that are needed to say his next line.

"Then Y/N, would you like to go to the cat café I mentioned about together this Saturday?"

Your mind short circuits, incompetent to form words and your eyes widen by a tenfold. To say that you are shocked would be an understatement

You can hear Kenma beginning to take back his words, scared that he's putting you in a difficult place or making you feel uncomfortable but before he can finish his words, you cut him off with a stuttered and loud 'yes!'

The Pudding Head smiles slightly at your agreement and before arranging his plans with you, he opens the messaging app on his phone, immediately texting the number one contact.

Kozume Kenma

I did it.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Took you long enough.

#haikyuu imagines #kenma x reader #haikyuu #kuroo x reader #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kenma imagines #kuroo imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fics #i had to edit and proofread twice bcs tumblr didnt save my draft #so if this flops #i'm gonna SOB

[thinkyoureholy]

Soul Eater [10]

[A/N: side story time!!!! lololol a little break from the stress of dealing with Lucifer for Y/N but this one might be a bit more annoying to deal with...😣]

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Pairing : Jung Yunho / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Demon! AU

Words : 5.6k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11.

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-Yunho’s P.O.V-

I walked beside her, holding the umbrella up to cover the both of us, but mostly her. I felt the rain hitting my shoulder, but I didn’t really care, I didn’t want her catching a cold. Wait… Can demons even catch colds? I shook that thought from my head the moment it came, chuckling softly to myself.

“What’s so funny?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks.

I shook my head, but the smile refused to leave my face. I gazed at her in silence, my eyes taking the features of her face, all of them already burned in my memory. 

Over the past few weeks, she’s done a complete one eighty with me. She’s a lot nicer, patient, and a bit more affectionate.. but she still had her moments. 

It was a bit weird to get used to, but I soon just accepted the change. I had to admit, it was nice, but at the same time, I missed when we used to argue over every little thing. It’s one of the reasons why I fell for her as hard as I did. Our arguments were always over something as miniscule as me breathing too loud, or her rolling her eyes the moment they met mine. I really just accepted the change without much fight, because I didn’t know how long this peace would last. There haven’t been any more run ins with demons or Lucifer for that matter. It’s been pretty calm, I’d say too calm, but right now, I’d rather live in blissful ignorance than live in constant paranoia. 

She scoffed softly under her breath, looking me over with skeptically, “Weirdo.”

And with that she turned around, ready to take a step, but stopped, with her gaze falling to the floor. I raised a brow at the sudden action and looked down as well, seeing a small gray kitten rubbing its head against her leg. I opened my mouth to say something, my sight flickering up to her face, but I stopped myself the instant I saw a faint smile on her face. Without a word, she crouched down, petting the kitten gently. I stood in silence, shocked by her actions, my mouth beginning to move before I could think to stop it.

“I didn’t know you were a cat person…”

“Hmm?” She looked up with a quizzical look in her eyes, my words taking a few seconds to process in her mind, “Ah, well.. unlike people, I like animals, a lot actually. They deserve more than these rotten humans do that’s for sure.”

She carefully grabbed the kitten, cradling it in her arms as she faced me properly, her fingers still petting the top of the kitten’s head, “No offense to you that is. Don’t get me wrong, you’re still as rotten as can be, but.. you’re tolerable than most.”

I chuckled at her words, giving a slight shake of my head, “None taken,”

I reached out to pet the kitten as well, frowning slightly at the feeling of her wet fur, “How long do you think its been out here for? The poor thing is soaked to the bone.”

“I don’t know, but..” She trailed off, lifting the cat up and looked underneath it, “She is definitely not staying out here for any longer.”

“What do you say about coming home with us? We’ll get you dried off and feed you some good food, what do you think about that?” She asked the cat in a slightly higher pitched voice.

I couldn’t help grinning at her tone of voice, my smile growing the moment the kitten meowed, as if she was talking back. My eyes stayed glued on her as she unzipped her jacket, placing the kitten inside, sharing her warmth. The sight alone was enough to send my heart soaring. Damn.. I’ve got it bad. I don’t remember the last time I ever felt this happy, just being in someone else’s presence. In that moment, all I wanted to do was tell her how much I loved her, but, I held my tongue, thinking that I should find another time and place to tell her.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I watched Yunho interact with the kitten in the store, a small smile on my face when he held her up to sniff at the toys, making her choose which ones she liked best. The smile didn’t stay long on my face, a frown replacing it as I glanced over my shoulder. I made it seem like I was looking at something on the display next to me but I wasn’t. I smirked at the small glimpse of yellow, the aura unmistakable. I couldn’t help but scoff at his attempt to hide. I had picked up on him the second he started trailing us. Just how stupid does he think I am?

“Hey Yunho, I’m gonna go check something out a few aisles down, shout for me when you’re ready.” 

Yunho simply nodded at my words, not even sparing me a glance. I let out a breathy laugh, reaching out to ruffle his hair before going to the back of the store. I leaned against the far wall, crossing my arms over my chest as I waited for him to show himself, but as I thought, he wasn’t going to comply so easily.

“Come out while I’m still being nice about it.” I called out to him, hearing him chuckle before he stepped out into view.

I narrowed my eyes at the sight of him, trying to control myself as I spoke through my teeth, “Why are you following me?”

“Who says I’m following you? I just happened to run into you, nothing more, nothing less.” He responded, unable to stop the sly smile tugging on his lips.

I flashed him my red eyes, seeing him show his yellow ones in return, “Answer me properly before you really piss me off. What the hell are you doing here?”

He grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I’m just curious is all. I wanted to see if the rumors were true, and to my surprise, and delight, they were,” He took a step with each word until he was standing directly in front of me, “With how feisty you always were, not to mention how quick you were to anger, I’m surprised it took you this long to awaken.”

He leaned in close, ghosting his fingers over my cheek, just barely touching me. I set my jaw, grabbing his wrist in a death grip. I squeezed his wrist tightly but he didn’t show any signs of pain.. instead, he chuckled softly, his eyes shining brightly.

“If all you wanted to do was confirm something you already knew, then leave.” I spat, digging my claws into his skin.

“That’s not all I wanted. I willingly volunteered to watch over you and report everything, but.. Luci doesn’t need to know my real intentions.” He said in a low voice, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stared into my own intently.

“What-”

I was cut off by something pressing firmly against my lips. I froze under his touch, too shocked to do anything, and when I finally came to my senses, he had already pulled away, moving back and created enough distance between the two of us that I wouldn’t be able to reach him fast enough without using my powers. I stared at him wide eyed, my blood boiling in my veins the longer I stared at him. How--how dare he?!

“Have you gone completely mad, Natsuki?! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

He laughed quietly to himself, brushing his hair back as he grinned smugly, “It’s been a long time since you’ve called me that. Its refreshing being called something else other than Greed.. I’m glad you picked out such a good name for me,” The smug grin soon turned into something resembling affection, “I wanted to see what you were like with that human, see with my own eyes how he was able to get into your heart, when I couldn’t.. Y’know.. It’s a huge fucking blow to my ego to see how different you are with him.. It makes me want to wring his fragile little neck with my bare hands.”

“Touch him and I swear I’ll make your life a living hell.” I growled, fighting with myself to stop from shifting fully in the store.

“Aw c’mon, don’t be like that. I know you’re Wrath now and everything, but you’d never actually hurt me.” 

“And what makes you so sure about that?” I questioned. 

He snickered, something now in his eyes that I couldn’t quite recognize, “I was the only other man aside from your wretched husband, that you’ve ever loved.”

I paused at his words, grinding my teeth, “I never loved him.. or you for that matter.”

He grinned at my words, “Really now? I don’t believe that.”

“Believe what you will, I don’t really care, but I’m warning you now, if you value your life you won’t lay a hand on Yunho,” I threatened him, glaring into his eyes. Seconds later, my gaze softened, “Natsuki, what we had, it’s been done and over with for a few decades, forget about it. This isn’t even you talking, it’s your greed, that’s the only thing you’ve ever been capable of feeling-”

“You’re wrong.” he said hastily. 

His voice was soft, almost too quiet for me to catch his words, but I heard them loud and clear. The emotion in his tone coming through more than anything, but I dismissed it entirely, I had no time to waste on him. He’s the deadly sin Greed for fuck’s sake, and he’s acting out on what he knows best. Whatever he’s trying to tell me is his selfishness talking, nothing more.

“If you have any sense of self preservation, you won’t show up in front of me again, or I will kill you. For Yunho, I’d turn the whole world on its head. So do yourself a favor, and wait patiently down in Hell. I’ll be there in a few months, but until then, I don’t want to see you again.” I spat out. I turned on my heel to leave, but I guess someone had other plans.

I felt Greed’s fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me from taking another step. I looked back, ready to deal some damage, but the look on his face made me stop. 

“Y/N, wait I-”

“Y/N I think I have everything! Where are…” He trailed off as he came into view, his eyes scanning over my face before he moved over to look at Natsuki, the smile on his face faltering.

My gaze flickered from Yunho, then back to Natsuki, but the moment my eyes caught sight of Natsuki, I began to panic. The aura surrounding him darkened, his grip on me loosening as he gave Yunho a death glare. He took a step forward, but before he could do anything I stepped in front of him, hoping he wouldn’t shift suddenly. 

“Stop, did you already forget what I just told you?! I only give so many warnings before I actually go through with it!" I harshly whispered, keeping my voice low so Yunho wouldn’t hear me, “Leave before you do something you'll regret, and before you force me to do something I really don’t want to do.”

Yet, it was like everything I said to him went in one ear and out the other. His eyes were still glued to Yunho, as if he heard nothing else around him. I cursed under my breath just as I reached out to place my hand on his chest, knowing he’d look at me the moment I touched him.. and I was right. A split second after I placed my hand on his chest, his line of sight was back on me, his aura returning back to normal as his shoulders relaxed.

“Natsu please, I’m begging you not to do this.” I pleaded with him, watching his face soften the longer he looked into my eyes.

My threats weren’t working on him, and I didn’t want to kill him in the middle of a store with some many innocent bystanders. I knew the only way I could get through to him is if I basically begged him, and as much as I hated it, I had no choice. Luckily for me, he agreed, nodding his head without uttering a word. He sent one last dirty look at Yunho before he vanished, my hand falling back to my side. 

I inhaled deeply before turning to face Yunho, seeing the kitten stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie, her head just barely sticking out. The sight of it caused a small smile to settle on my face. I looked up to meet Yunho's gaze, frowning at the unasked questions in his eyes, but he seemed to swallow the urge to ask them. He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling deeply, before he made his way over to me, grabbing my hand with his. The warmth of his hand made an instant smile dance on my lips. 

"I won't ask anything right now.. but, I'd like some answers as soon as we get home." He said softly, his tone of voice soothing and pleasing to my ears.

I nodded, unable to form words as I was thinking of how to explain this to him. The relationship between Greed and I was.. complicated? That’d be putting it lightly...

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"So you and this Natsuki guy, had a fling? For hundreds of years?" Yunho asked, trying to wrap his head around everything I just told him, "I wouldn't necessarily call that a fling..." 

I frowned, sinking further into the couch, careful of the kitten who laid soundly asleep in the crook of my neck, curled up perfectly so as not to fall, "Well that's what it was. Neither of us wanted to establish what our relationship was, we were content and that's really all that mattered.. but, I found out something that ended things between us for good."

"And what was that?" Yunho questioned.

My gaze drifted down to my lap, memories flooding my mind, "He was the demon I sold my soul to."

If I was to tell him all about Natsuki, then I had to tell him about the man I married when I was human. Just the thought of him made me sick to my stomach. All my memories from my time as a human we now crystal clear.. No holes, no black spots, just vivid images of my twenty years as a human. I shook my head vigorously. No, no that story can wait, right now all I had to do was tell him about Natsuki.

-Eight Hundred Years Ago-

I scoffed, scanning the dark haired man from head to toe before side stepping him and walking away. I grit my teeth when I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist, his claws digging into my skin. I hissed out in pain, turning around to retaliate, but stopped when I felt another hand wrap around my free arm. I glared at the unknown man, unfazed by the yellow eyes staring smugly into mine.

"Let her go." He said, his voice calm.

"But--but sir-"

The yellow eyed man snapped his focus over to the man, "Are you talking back? To me? Ah," He grinned devilishly, placing his hand on the man's shoulder, "That's not a good idea..” he tsked, “I suggest you listen before you get under my skin." 

The man paled, immediately letting me go and taking a step back. He stumbled over his own two feet, bowing his head quickly before he took off running. After watching him run off, I turned to the man that was still holding my wrist. I yanked my arm out of his grip, cradling my under arm close to my chest, trying to inspect the damage, but it wasn't that bad. The claw marks left behind were already beginning to close up. I looked at him, up and down, but said nothing as I turned on my heel and began to walk away from him. I heard him chuckle before he suddenly appeared in front of me, his yellow eyes glowing brighter than before.

"What? No thank you?"

"I didn't ask for your help." I said bluntly, as I went around him and began walking away, but like before, he appeared in front of me, stopping me.

"No, but I helped anyway. It's proper etiquette to thank someone that helped you." He replied, the same smug look from earlier on his face, "Do you even know who I am?"

I sighed heavily, wiping the blood off my arm absentmindedly, "Again, I didn't ask for your help, and quite frankly I didn't need it, but if its a 'thank you' that you want to hear, then thanks I guess.. Also, no, should I?"

His eyes glowed the brightest at this point, an amused smile tugging at his lips, "The color of my eyes don't remind you of anything?"

I stared into his eyes, bored with this conversation, "A cat."

The smile on his face grew until he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and broke into fits of laughter. I stared at him, confused by the sudden outburst, momentarily forgetting about leaving here. I stood by quietly, waiting for him to stop laughing, but.. he took quite awhile. I didn’t get it though.. what was so funny? Was he insane?

“A cat.. that-that was a good one,” He let out, still laughing, but it had subsided a bit until he finally stopped, the cheshire grin still plastered on his face, “Fine, I’ll give you a hint since I’m feeling generous today. It’s a color that represents a deadly sin.”

I kept silent, his words not registering in my mind. Why was he so desperate for me to recognize him? As if I’d know all the demons in hell. especially a deadly sin? Is that meant to scare me or something? I scoffed at the thought, becoming impatient, my annoyance started to grow.

I must’ve stayed quiet for too long because his grin slowly turned into a frown, his eyes seeming to dim as he spoke, “You really have no idea?” he faltered. 

I shrugged, already having lost interest in this whole conversation. I just wanted to go home. I always hated being down here longer than I had to. 

He chuckled once more before he shifted fully, showing me his true form. I took in the sight curiously; my eyes raked over his wings and down to the horns that sprouted from the sides of his head, then down to his yellow cat eyes, his sharp canines, and finally down to the claws on his fingers that seemed two times longer than just a minute ago. Still even after seeing this, I was more or less unimpressed. Was this form meant to scare me?

“I’m one of the seven deadly sins, Greed, to be more specific.” He boasted, sounding prouder than he should be, for being one of Lucifer’s favorite puppets.

I rolled my eyes, trying to stifle the laughter that crawled its way up my throat, but a snicker managed to escape. I clamped a hand over my mouth, putting a hand out in front of me.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“You dare laugh at me?”

I swallowed the laugh that was so close to falling from my lips, surveying over him, amusement clear in my eyes, “No, I’m just laughing at the fact that you think I’ll bow at your feet in terror just because you’re a deadly sin.”

“Why you little-”

“Look, Greed, it’s admirable that you’d even try and frighten me just by stating who you are, but I could care less. I’ve gone up against Lucifer himself and I’m still standing, so a measly sin like you does not invoke even the slightest bit of fear in me. I’ll give you some credit for the horns though, they were a nice touch. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some business to attend to.”

-Present Time-

“He didn’t go by Natsuki back then?” Yunho asked, picking up on the fact that I had called him ‘Greed’ the first time I met him.

I shook my head, wondering if what I was going to tell him was even worth mentioning it, but after a few seconds I figured it wouldn’t hurt, “Sins aren’t given names, they simply go by the sin they represent. However, he always wanted a name, and after some begging on his part, I finally gave him one. No one else knows that I gave it to him, so I’m the only one that’s ever called him Natsuki.”

Yunho frowned at my words, but I didn’t really pay any mind, going on to tell him about how our relationship progressed, and then how it ended almost a half century ago.

-Six Hundred and Fifty Years Ago-

“You’ve been getting on my nerves for almost two hundred years, don’t you get tired of being annoying?” I asked picking up the pace, but not going fast enough to the point where he couldn’t keep up.

“It’s an art I’ve mastered over the years.” He responded lightly, a sly smirk on his lips.

I rolled my eyes but said nothing more. I heard him chuckle faintly, walking beside me. Truth be told, I didn’t hate having him around, but there was no way I’d ever tell him that. Of all the demons I’ve met, he alone was the only one I didn’t want to kill seconds after being in his presence, excluding Mingi, but he was all over the place and rarely stayed in one country for long.

“Well it is an art only you can perfect, Natsuki.” I mumbled, missing the look that crossed his face, “What are you even doing here? Didn’t you have another job to do today?” 

“Aw you remembered?”

I scoffed, moving a tree branch out of the way as I ducked under it, but let it go once I walked through, the branch hitting him in the face. I bit down on my lower lip the moment I heard him curse, whining about the impact.

“I only remembered because I was thrilled to know I didn’t have to deal with you for a full twenty-four hours.” I grumbled, ducking under another branch, but I tripped over the root of the tree, already falling to the floor.

I cursed and braced myself for the impact but it never came. Natsuki had reached out and caught me, his arms wrapped securely around my waist as he pulled me up, his chest pressed against mine. I looked up at him wide eyed, seeing something I had never seen before swimming in his yellow eyes. I couldn’t find the strength to push him away, and quite frankly I didn’t want to. As much as he annoyed me and pushed my buttons until I wanted to rip his innards out with my bare hands, I couldn’t deny the fact that he was incredibly handsome, but again, I’d never tell him that.

Along with his yellow feline eyes, he had perfectly shaped brows, silver-no, pure white hair that came down to about his ears and always styled to perfection, not a single hair was ever out of place. His nose, well the only way I could describe his nose was if I compared it to a button, I honestly have no idea why, and the rest of his facial features weren’t super sharp or defined, but they complimented his whole face.. So much that it kind of irked me how perfectly his face was shaped. 

With his chest pressed up so firmly against my own, I could feel the muscles his shirt was hiding underneath. As if he could read my thoughts, he flexed his arms ever so slightly, pulling me even closer, which I didn’t even think was possible. However with that single action, I was snapped out my stupor. I placed my hand on his chest and tried to push him away gently but he wouldn’t budge, 

“Natsuki…”

The sound of his name must’ve snapped him out of it,  but he didn’t move to let me go, instead he did something that I never expected him to do. It had been so long since I had been kissed, and I mean properly kissed. The way we sealed deals never counted for me since it was just business, but this.. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way his lips felt. I didn’t try to push him away. Instead, I found myself pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss. The groan that rumbled deep in his chest finally brought me to my senses, pulling away seconds later. He leaned his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, his eyes closed shut and a tiny smile playing at his lips. 

I looked over his face, my eyes darting around and taking in all of his features. Was this okay? Would this even lead to anything else? Did I want it to lead to anything? Questions like this echoed in my head the longer I stared at him, neither of us uttering a word. Yet the moment my eyes landed on his lips, my thoughts suddenly went quiet, a soft sigh falling from my lips.

“Ah, fuck it.” I muttered before clutching onto the collar of his shirt tightly and pulled him forward, reconnecting or lips.

-Present Time-

“We had kept it a secret since it wasn’t really anyone else’s business, and because he wanted it that way, I didn’t find the need to fight him on it. I later found out he wanted to keep it a secret to protect me, but I didn’t see it that way and I don’t think I ever will.” I  recounted, unable to meet Yunho’s eyes, as I thought back to what finally tore Natsuki and I apart.

-Fifty Years Ago-

“What’d you want to see me for?” I asked, as soon as I walked into the room, seeing him sitting in his usual spot on his makeshift throne.

He held up a hand, almost as if telling me to keep quiet, while he messed around with what seemed like a remote. I inhaled sharply through my nose annoyed, but kept quiet. Any other day I would’ve walked out, but I didn’t want to get another beating, having  enough of those this week alone, so I stayed put. Five minutes later I was still standing there, clueless as to why he called for me in the first place. 

“Are you going to tell me why I’m here or…?” I trailed off. 

He didn’t respond, instead he just started cursing, resorting to just pressing every button on the remote. If I wasn’t feeling so irritated at the moment, I would’ve laughed at how much difficulty he was having. I was really close too, until sounds started coming from the wall. I watched closely as part of the wall was being replaced by a large television, with a video playing. I squinted at the screen, trying to figure out what he was trying to show me, but soon I recognized the room in the video, it was the one I was currently standing in and in my place stood Natsuki.

“What-”

“Just watch.” He said, cutting me off and turning up the volume.

And so I did. I watched with curiosity, staring intently at the screen.

“How are things going?” 

“Not bad, she took a bit of work but she’s been docile for a few centuries now.” Natsuki answered with a smirk, his eyes flashing briefly, “I thought I’d have to work a little harder, but as expected she couldn’t resist me, I mean who could resist these good looks?”

Lucifer chuckled softly, leaning back further into his seat, “She doesn’t suspect anything?”

“Not a thing. If she doesn’t know about our plans then she has absolutely no idea that I’m the demon she sold her soul to. If she did, all of this would’ve been more difficult but as we thought her memories are taking longer than others to come back to her. That serum does work wonders, my lord.”

I stood there in shock, my whole body growing cold at what I had just seen. There was no mistaking that that was Natsuki in the video, but I still didn’t understand. What did he mean by their ‘plans’? Had he gotten close to me because he was ordered to, not because he genuinely wanted to? Has he been playing with me.. this whole time?

“Why--why are you showing me this?” I asked, my voice breaking, my vision beginning to blur with tears.

He simply shrugged, his lips curling upwards ever so slightly, “He’s making you a little too docile. You’re losing the fight I’ve been fond of since day one. Whatever plan he and I had doesn’t interest me anymore,” He gave a small tilt of his head before waving his hand dismissively as he rose from his seat and began walking out of the room, “You’re free to go, do what you will with the information you now have.”

I stood completely still for a minute, unable to move, that is until I heard his voice. I clenched my hands into fists at the very sound of it, a single tear managing to escape, but I held the rest of them at bay. I felt his fingers on my arm, jerking my arm away from him in an instant. I looked up into his eyes with nothing but pure rage on my face.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I spat. 

He frowned, already reaching out to touch me again, but I shoved at his chest roughly, sending him into the wall. I stood in the middle of the room, breathing heavily as the anger in grew the longer I looked at him. I needed to get out of here before I killed him.

“Y/N what the hell?!” He cried out, wincing as he took a step towards me.

“When were you going to tell me?”

“What? Tell you what?” he asked, confused. 

“That you were the demon I sold my soul to! That you’ve been plotting with Lucifer behind my back!” I shouted, watching his face pale at my words.

He took another step towards me, trying to stutter out a response, but he was at a loss for words. I scoffed at the look in his eyes. The bastard actually looked conflicted.

“I could forgive you being the demon I sold my soul to because I did that willingly, but you-” I cut myself off, my voice raw with emotions as I tried fighting back the tears that came back to my eyes, “I can’t forgive you for plotting with him, not him. You know the kind of shit he puts me through, and I’ve never asked, nor expected you to interfere, but for you to be apart of it…”

I couldn’t even speak without wanting to burst into tears and snap his neck at the same time. I wanted to ask him if any of it ever meant anything to him, if he ever felt anything for me, if all his words to me were his own, and not thought up by anyone else to manipulate me. Yet I didn’t, I couldn’t.

“Y/N, please.. I can explain everything. Just give me a chance, yeah? Don’t--Don’t do what you’re thinking of doing, please. I can’t lose you, not when I worked so hard to have you.” He basically begged me, his voice cracking the longer he spoke.

I set my jaw, taking a step back, “We’re done here. Be grateful I didn’t kill you.”

-Present Day-

After telling him everything, Yunho and I just sat in silence. I was staring blankly at the coffee table only a few feet away, my eyes void of any emotion. What happened next caught me by surprise. Yunho had wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap. He picked the kitten up from my shoulder, and set it down on the couch next to us gently, wrapping me back up in his arms moments later. 

“What are you doing?” I asked softly but didn’t try to move.

“Hugging you.” He said so obviously.

“Why?” I asked, a lump forming in my throat the longer I stayed in his embrace.

“Because you seem sad.” He said, squeezing me in his hold, resting his chin on my shoulder, “I hate to admit it, but it sounds like you actually loved the guy. I can’t even begin to imagine how that must’ve felt.”

I didn’t say anything in return, not really knowing what to say really. So I did the only thing I could think of, and I turned in his embrace, hugging him back just as tightly.

And so we stayed like that, all through the night. It was the most comforting thing I had ever experienced. He was warm.. This was an emotion I thought I had felt centuries prior running through my veins, but it had never been like this. 

As much as I was enjoying the moment, I couldn’t help but have this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. Natsuki, no, Greed must’ve shown himself for a reason but why? Why now? After keeping his distance for so long? What the hell was he after? 

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[brooklynislandgirl]

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Munday Munday ||Accepting {{also @mynameisanakin <333 for the same question}}

☼: Which tropes do you find overused/boring?

Inherently, I don’t think any single trope is bad/overused/boring. I think it really depends on how it’s utilised, what spin you put on it, how you choose to incorporate it into your canon. Sometimes, depending on the involved muses, it’s just enough to see it played legit straight off the page.

I think aspects bother me though, like... I am never going to shame someone for their craft or how they find joy in their hobby but sometimes...sometimes... my eyes cannot roll further back into my skull without threat of my retinas detaching. So without further ado, allow me to give you a curated list of shit that drives me up the fricken wall:

1. Child characters that are written waaaaay younger than their age, or way older than their age. By that I mean 5+year olds who still baby-talk and can’t construct sentences that are developmentally common for 2/3 year olds. Ten+ year olds who act/talk like 70 Year Old Viet Nam veterans, chain smoking and drinking more than anyone I know in real life.

Children who are perpetual little shits and snark-monsters. Like I do not advocate violence against children at all, and I certainly didn’t spank my kid after around the age of six or so, because I discovered it was far more effective to have Rabbit give her Lectures, but goddamn. Kids on tv but especially in written RP... I am surprised someone else hasn’t punched them dead in the face for being snotty little assholes.

2. Unrealistic family dynamics Your parents had 2861 children. Your muse is 26 years old and has 23863 children, just to one up Mom and Dad. I mean yes, eventually your muses might want kids, but in this day and age there’s not a lot of call to compete with Octo-mom. And also, while my muse loves children and babies, and all things soft and cute, please understand I would prefer to remove my own spleen with a can opener and a rusty spork than play it out in real time, thread after thread, after thread...

Also, yes. In real life, parents are shitty people, and a lot of writers come from abusive homes or broken ones, or a combination of both. This has long ranging ramifications psychologically speaking, but also remember...there’s good parents out there too.  If your muse is gonna be an asshole because of their upbringing, well that’s up to you. But show, don’t tell. Show how their trauma affects them, what they do {and maybe fail at} to overcome these difficulties.

3. Always knowing EVERYTHING your partner-muse is thinking/feeling/doing. This is by-far my biggest pet-fucking-peeve in literally 30 years of rping/collaborating with  partners.

Especially on Tumblr, there’s a lot of internal monologue; the muse’s feelings and thoughts about things happening in any particular scene. These are not spoken aloud, though body language might be used to indicate the muse’s emotional or mental status. Sometimes a character is injured, hungry, horny, you name it. And they might exhibit behaviour that indicates this to be happening.

However, if the person you’re playing with always knows everything your muse is feeling and thinking and doesn’t try to work that out in an in-character way...it becomes flat, unimportant, and you’ve wasted minutes, hours or even days crafting a response. It’s just not fucking polite. For example...

Beth is aware there’s a Spectre hanging out in her closet judging her wardrobe choices, because she used spirit sight to check out the hotel space as one does when one is a Mage, but doesn’t say anything to Alan, who’s tagging along for the ride. Alan is just a normal human being, unaware of the supernatural. Beth chooses to maybe Ward the door while Alan is out getting food from the Waffle House that is right next door, and doesn’t leave any evidence of having done so. Instead, she’s lounging around on the bed, because she’s exhausted. Alan then comes in with the food, and asks her if she’s going to deal with the spook in the closet who may or may not be parading around in her especially pretty underwear, or if it’s cool with her. That is a case of meta-gaming. DO NOT DO IT.

4. Muses that have no fear of anything, at all, ever. A lot of people show NO kind of FEAR in RP because nothing can be done to them without consent. But come on, it’s not even remotely realistic, and really takes a reader or partner out of a scene. 

You are facing an enormous Garou {werewolf/lycan for most people} who is dripping blood from his jaw and trying to nail your face with bloody claws the size of butcher knives. What would you do in real life? Checking your phone and leering at him before winking at the Garou and say “Hey, what’s up?” Or are you dead scared and running away like a teenager caught at Camp Crystal Lake? Or pissing yourself and cowering in terror.... Or....

Your muse may be very brave and try to fight back but there should still be fear or at least a massive amount of respect for his Lord Mighty Scariness. Substitute the word Garou with Alien, God, Immortal, etc.  Please, please, please make an effort in your RP to work with others. I mean, I know EVERYONE likes to win, but what’s better than winning? Good, intensive, intriguing RP. 

♀: What is an AU, you really want to play with your muse?

Not EVEN gonna lie, I miss my villains Antiheroes from the DC universe: Lex Luther and John Constantine. But also the Endless, which also rightfully belong to DC from the Vertigo days. I am terrified that once Netflix releases their Sandman mini-series that people are going to flock to the Endless and muck about the stories without having experienced Neil Gaiman’s lush, evocative and dark fantasy prose.

I would specifically with YOU want to write more of the Fae backstory, and history that leads up to Immortal and Reiltin/Mael Muire/Beth and Lorcan, with its insane cast of characters, and delve more into the mythology of your muses.

And I dunno. I think I may love to see a verse somewhere....where Beth is the one that joined the military, and Andy was the one who went to Med school.

#Mahalo!Crow <33333333 #The Turtle Speaks|Mun Answered Asks #whosxafraid

[nekoabi]

Fic Masterlist!

I finally made a post version of my masterlist, which allows it to be viewed on mobile! Everything is also available on my AO3, which is also NekoAbi. 

The Five Times Patton Smiled And The One Time It Didn’t Reach His Eyes - Angsty. Romantic Royality. Romantic Prinxiety. Implied NSFW. College AU. School AUri

Admitting It - Romantic Logicality. Kiss. Sleepy boys. Terrible Title Syndrome.

Stitches -  Hurt/Comfort. Platonic Moxiety. Patton tears.

Falling For You - MASTERLIST! Romantic Logicality. Romantic Prinxiety. Platonic LAMP. One-sided (for now). Implied NSFW dreams. Implied wet dream. Swearing. Logan and Roman being know-it-all lil pieces of shit. School AU.

Planning - Platonic LAMP. Fluffy shenanigans.

Snow - Platonic LAMP. Virgil enjoys the snow. Pain mention, Self-inflicted pain.

Calm - Platonic LAMP. Its a calm day and Virgil gets introspective. Food mention.

Library - MASTERLIST! MASTERLIST (Rewrite) Library AU. All pairings, a different pairing each chapter, ending with LAMP. Cute fluff. Falling in love in different ways. Logan, head librarian. Patton, hired work. Virgil, volunteer. Roman, volunteer.

Too Close For Comfort - Past Prinxiety. Crying, Break Up. Roman is processing a break up, maybe some music can help.

Royality vs. Analogical - Romantic Royality, Romantic Analogical. Food mention, kissing. Each relationship is different; some are loud, some are quiet.

Nerdy - MASTERLIST! Romantic Logince. High School AU. Logan’s always been a lone wolf, but recently someone’s just been playing on his mind.

Fragrance of Dark Coffee - Romantic Prinxiety. Angst. Major Character Death Prior To Events. Influenced by Ace Attorney.

On the Verge of a Heartbreak - MASTERLIST! Eventual Moxiety. Angst in later chapters. School AU.

His Last Chance - Prinxiety. Angst. Implied cheating, lots of sadness.

Prompt Fill Fic Collection - University AU. Most LAMP ships. A collection of 9 prompt fill fics.

Logan’s Birthday - Written for Logan’s Birthday 2018. Platonic LAMP. Food mention, happy crying.

Tea Break -  Patton finds Roman having some issues with homework. Platonic Royality. Food mention. School AU.

Hands - Soft Logince. Roman’s frustrated by something.

Of Princes and Potions - MASTERLIST! Pining Logince. Royal Fantasy AU. Sympathetic Deceit. Mentions of war and injury. Chapter 6 involves blood, swords, knives, injury and strong anxiety attack parallels.

Rain On Me/You’re Perfect/The Way You Held My Hand/Stupid Band - School AU. Virgil is new to the school, meets a cute boy, can’t handle it. Themes of personal isolation.Chapter 3 had allusion to self-harm and talk of injury. Based off of a songs from Emo the Musical.

If I Can’t Love Her - Based off of a song of the same name. Roceit. Sympathetic Deceit. Roman hears a new singing voice, and needs to find out who it is.

Perfect - Romantic Royality. Kissing, Playfighting. Roman and Patton begin by playfighting, end up doing something they didn’t expect.

My Hero - Romantic Moceit. Kidnapping, Gangs, Violence, Fighting. Patton is kidnapped, and all he wants is for his boyfriend to come and save him... but that would never happen... right?

Ultraviolet - Logince. Past Prinxiety. Swearing, alcohol mention, past FWB relationship. Roman’s crushing on a fellow teacher and his inner performer can really help with that.

Bad Day - Implied Romantic Mox. Panic attack. Virgil has a bad day, Patton knows how to help.

Animals Know Best - Logicality. Prinxiety. Soulmate AU. Everyone has a partner animal that chooses them which not only has traits of their soulmate, but will also lead them to their soulmate. Virgil doesn’t believe in it all too much, until he can’t help but admit it.

Insomnia - Remile. Insomnia talk, mention of sleep therapy, mention of smoking. Remy’s dealing with some really bad insomnia and he’s referred to a sleep specialist. Yet the most interesting thing is the receptionist who works there...

Torn Apart - Heavy Angst with a happy ending. Lots of violence; stabbing, cutting off limbs, strangulation, choking, head injuries. Wrath is an OC of mine, he’s an angry man. Virgil sets him off. It’s a bad time.

Lullaby for a Duke - Remus mention. Based off of Lullaby for a Princess, an MLP song and animation.

Ranking Up - MASTERLIST! Splatoon Sides. Deceit and Remus are involved. 

Lies - Virgil-centric. Angst. Unhappy Ending. Suicide, Alcohol, Dangerous Driving, Car Crash, Death, Suicide (both implied and described), Implied Abusive Deceit. Based off of Lies by McFly.

This Day Aria - Villain!Deceit. Based off of the same song from MLP:FiM.

It’s (Im)possible - Roceit. “What you just asked for is impossible” and “Fuckbuddies falling in love”.

I’m Fine! - School AU. Roman’s sent to the councillor’s office against his will. Sure, he may have mentioned something in drama, but he’s fine!

Headache - No AU. Thomas has a headache and it affects where the sides reside... and to Roman more than the others.

Paint Me - Royality. Human AU. Struggling artist Roman needs some inspiration and the stranger knocking at his door is just what he needs. Based off of Paint Me from Firebringer.

To Love a Remus - Demus. No AU. Remus is an idiot, but Deceit thinks he’s hot anyway. Blood and Injury mention. Birthday fic for @doces-e--tuga

Virgil the Small Purple Emo - Moxiety. Love Makes You Grow AU. Virgil was unloved at a young age and stopped growing. A chance meeting might change his life. Secret Santa for @midnightsdarkangel (also my first and probably last attempt at GT)

Battle Bonds - No AU. Thomas is on a Pokemon kick and its affecting his imagination more than he could... well... imagine.

Theatre Technicians are basically Vampires - Vampire/Human AU. They all live in one house, work at the same place and are vampires. Angst included about their pasts which include the following: attacks, blood, talk of death, injury, scarring and attempted suicide.

Recreating - MASTERLIST! No ships. No AU. Thomas liked to watch Disney movies. That fact was one of the least surprising things about him. He could sit down and watch almost any of the Disney movies and have a wonderful time. Sometimes, scenes from those movies got stuck in his head. He never thought anything of it. 

Love on the Fly Floor - Theatre AU. Prinxiety, Roman is crushing bad on one of the flymen for the show he’s on. When his birthday rolls around, the cast and crew give him a surprise.

While The Sides Are Away, Virgil Will Play - No AU. The sides have a day out and leave Virgil at home. They don’t expect to come home to him looking... like that.

How Not to Help Your Nerd Boyfriend Find a Swimsuit - Human AU. Intrulociet. Logan needs a swimsuit. His boyfriends want to help. They are no help. Birthday fic for @cloverlyanxious/ @maeofclubsandart

Pier Pressure - Human AU. Logince/Pining Moxiety. The four go to the lake to hang out, Roman’s mad that his brother and friend are so clearly into each other but not taking the hint.

The 5 Times Patton Tripped and the 1 Time He Fell (In Love) - Human AU. 5+1 fic. Moxiety. Patton falls a lot, has done since birth. Doesn’t mean everyone’s used to it.

Remus Kidnaps You - Idk AU... mix of canon and human, maybe? No Ship. Remus kidnaps you to play with your hair. That’s about it.

Oh My God, They Were Roommates - Human/College AU. Prinxiety. Virgil meets an old friend, gets a crush on him, walks into him basically naked, freaks out. Ends happy.

Heatwave - Sides-Are-English Human AU.  There’s a heatwave. All the roommates are shedding their usual clothing for something cooler, except one.

Explainable Coincidences - Human/Teen AU. The twins explore an abandoned hotel, but they didn’t expect others to be there too.

Don’t Think Twice - Human AU. Song Fic. Roceit. It’s the happiest day of their lives, yet they still reflect on where they started from.

Keeping It Quiet - Human/Influencer AU. Prinxiety. Virgil and Roman keep their relationship quiet on social media. Not silent, just quiet.

Don’t Drink And Livestream, Especially When You’re Famous - Human/Famous AU. Platonic Roceit. Being drunk, drinking, kissing. Janus tries to help his friend get over his ex.

A Simple Mistake With A Simple Solution - Human AU. Logince. Roman messes up, Logan’s pissed. Roman makes it easy.

Skipping Ahead A Few Steps - Human AU. Logicality. Patton brings a dog home, Logan’s baffled and confused.

Oh How The Tables Have Turned... - Royal AU. Roceit, background Intrulogical. Roman’s brother likes Roman’s retainer. Roman doesn’t think he likes his brother’s. He’s wrong.

Just Like In The Fairy Tales - Semi-Fantasy/Royal AU. Royality. Patton sneaks off to his favourite place to enjoy the view.

An Apple A Day... Hurts Like A Bitch - No AU. Platonic Sides. The 5 times Janus got apples thrown at him and the 1 time he threw one at everyone else.

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TVFH Related Stories

Pocky Day - Written for Pocky Day 2018. Shenanigans with TVFH cast and the pocky game.

Coffee Break - Virgil returns to his room and finds Reggie having problems with homework. School AU.

House Party - Roman throws a house party after a show. Mention of drunken behaviour and alcohol.

Beach Trip -  It’s hot, the gang decide to go to the beach. The night before, shenanigans ensue. Sexual implications. Relia focused.

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FFXV Fics

Type Found - Pokemon AU. Prompto finds a Pokemon in an imperial base, saves it and plot things happen. The boys have partner pokemon.

Hair Troubles - No AU. Ignis can’t get his hair right and it’s frustrating. Prompto steps in to help.

Prompto’s Bike - Pre-Roadtrip. OT4 Chocobros. Prompto has a motorbike. The other bros really like it.

Cor’s Cooking Lesson - Pre-Roadtrip. Cor finds young Ignis attempting to cook and helps out.

#Fic Masterlist #Neko's Fic Masterlist

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Congratulations, Hyde! You’ve been accepted to play Abel Costello. Please make your page and send it in within 24 hours.

Admin note: I seriously freaked out whenever I read this. THIS WRITING IS AMAZING. Everyone, please read this perfection. - Admin V

CHARACTER DESIRED:

Abel Costello

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS:

Abel Costello was not born out of love or necessity, his father Gio whose life was devoted to the organization did not seek marriage and children to avoid a power struggle, but a close call with the police in ‘83 made him cross paths with a blue-eyed martyr. The tryst resulted in childbirth but neither parties wanted a union– Abel’s mother was smart enough to stay away but there was no denying a Costello bloodline. So what do you do with a boy whose mother had given him away to a father who never wanted a child in the first place? You make him useful. You turn him into a soldier.

He was, technically, the oldest in the latest generation of Costellos, but it meant jack shit when his father’s only ambition was to help his uncle stay on top– a noble cause, if not an excuse to spill blood. And spill blood they did, Gio and Abel made quite the pair, and for the lack of a proper father-son relationship, he made up for it with ensuring that the boy would be indispensable to the mob. If Abel really thought hard about it, squint his eyes and tilt his head in utmost concentration, it was through stern discipline and rigorous training that Gio showed his affection for his son. In truth, the man probably saw him as nothing more than another cog in the machine, and had he not shown prowess, Abel felt that he’d be tossed aside for someone else. It wasn’t enough that he was born a Costello, he needed to prove that he was worthy of the family name.

Growing up, he was tasked by his father to look after Marcel’s children discreetly, make sure they remained safe and not get into too much trouble, which was something that was easier said than done when Abel was just a kid too. Mandatory education allowed him some semblance of a normal life if normal meant partying with Chicago’s young elite on a school night. While his cousins had no problem throwing their weight around in their own little kingdom that was highschool, Abel remained in the background; he watched in quiet amusement as Ezra charmed his way in and out of everything while his knuckles willingly bled for Leon. Mia had always been troublesome, but in her recklessness, he had the most fun and thankfully, the twins were too young to be causing any real mischief. They were just like him, without a mother, and no, Cassandra did not count– just ask Mia –but like everyone else, Abel would eventually sing a different tune about the Costello matriarch. She was what he envied the most from his cousins, not the money, the prestige or the freedom to fuck up; Abel wanted the way she doted and took care of the children, wanted someone to be there for him because, despite the blood on his hands and the cold, deadly stare in his eyes, Abel was, and is still a child.

That was over twenty years ago.

As his cousins lived their lives, Abel delved deeper into the gritty side of the business. He was a quick study, eventually surpassing Gio while showing that he could be more than just someone who pulls the trigger. He was just as skilled, as knowledgeable and just as deserving to be the next in line, but Abel’s respect for Marcel and his loyalty to his cousins kept him in line. That never stopped him from rising through the ranks, and those who once doubted Abel for his youth now questioned him for another reason– what’s in it for him? Did he want a stake in the crown? Then Gio was incarcerated. It was only natural that he take over his father’s place, offering counsel to his uncle when needed, not that Marcel ever needed it much, Abel mostly agreed with how things are handled. Mostly. But between war and diplomacy, it’s not rocket science to figure out what Abel would choose.

Did Abel want more? Maybe, maybe not. But a life of crime, violence, of protecting the Costello family and making sure that they remain on top was all he’s ever known. It’s what his father drilled in his head that it had become an inside joke to some older associates that Gio loved his brother’s kids more than his own. A bad joke, but still. Watch Abel faintly curl his lips upwards, he’s a good sport, sure. Just don’t push your luck. He loved and loathed his father and Abel spent his entire life trying to live up to Gio Costello’s name, but when the saying ‘You’re just like your father’ teeter between awe and ridicule, what’s a man to do? There was no denying he had his father’s viciousness, he was old school, earning him his own following in the organization, hell, even Marcel couldn’t help but be filled with nostalgia, but that was where their similarities end. While his father had no problem killing entire families down to a helpless babe, Abel saw no point; children were spared, knowing full well that they would come after him later. It’s what kept the wheels turning, wipe them all out, then what are you left with? You gotta have something to look forward to, something to keep you on your toes, just like the shit storm that would be the Sinclair- Costello union.

WRITING SAMPLE:

New York, August 2006

His legs barely kept him steady as he stood in front of the urinal, head of dark, golden hair resting against the cold tile; he was nodding off and struggling to unbutton his jeans that an older man two urinals to his right couldn’t help but scoff. This older man was well-dressed, Italian leather on his feet and beer belly wrapped nicely in a tailored suit; rings adorned his thick fingers and a gold watch rested snugly around his wrist– a stark contrast to the boy’s zipped-up jacket and jeans combo. A teasing remark was thrown the young man’s way– he called him a lightweight –and he responded with a hum before closing his eyes to rest.

Another man emerged from one of the stalls, door slamming open and pulling the well-dressed man’s attention away from the drunk. The third man was in a hurry, foregoing basic hygiene but pulling a couple of paper towels from the dispenser before leaving as if that would fix things. The man scoffed again as he finished taking a piss, muttering something about cleanliness as he tossed his silk tie over his shoulder before turning on the faucet. Head still lowered, the blonde lingering by the urinal produced a pair of leather gloves from his jacket and leisurely put them on; no longer looking inebriated, the young man who could barely stay on his feet earlier stood waiting for the door to the men’s room to shut close.

Abel Costello listened to the movements behind him as his target took a few steps to his left and the unmistakable squish from the soap dispenser cut through the silence; the man pressed on the pump once, twice, then thrice before proceeding to furiously scrub his hands as the tall blonde silently made his way over, gloved fingers reaching for the faucet to turn it on. The man gasped, caught off guard by their proximity and Abel pulled on his tie and threw him off balance. Soapy hands failed to grab to the ledge of the sink as he clawed at his neck, he was dragged to one of the stalls, grown man kicking and screaming but his cries were drowned out by the rush of water.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Don’t you know who–” Abel gave a swift kick to the man’s throat, cutting him off, and the expensive tie that slowly choked him was stuffed inside his mouth to shut him up. The red-colored sign with the words ‘occupied’ appeared as the door was locked.

The heel of Abel’s boot connected with the man’s chest, stomping him twice before reaching over to search for a gun and dismantle it. The man was heavy-set, and the blonde groaned while he lifted him by his coat, fingers curling around bottle-dyed, jet-black hair as Abel shoved his target’s face in the toilet. He pulled the lever for the flush, following a rhythm as bejeweled fingers flailed and fought back, reaching for Abel’s arm while the man’s legs kicked whatever he could kick. But the Costello assassin was relentless, and steady hands kept the man’s mouth and nose in shallow water, drowning him until the struggling ceased.

Finally, the man’s body went limp.

Abel raised his target’s head, black hair dripping wet as he pulled out the tie that was lodged down the man’s throat to tie it around the toilet. The door was unlocked, the faucets were turned off and Abel made his way to the exit. Outside the cinema, the man who had been in a hurry to leave the men’s room earlier was smoking a cigarette.

“Is it done?” he asked without looking.

“I took care of it,” Abel answered, his voice carrying a surprising softness as he stuffed the gloves back inside his jacket. The man nodded, dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his shoe before glancing at his watch. It was eight-thirty in the evening.

“I’ll tell Gio. You fly back tomorrow morning, kid, why don’t you see the rest of the sights while you’re here,” the man instructed and he stepped off the sidewalk to hail a cab. Abel watched him leave, watched the hustle and bustle around him for a bit before making his way back inside the cinema; the 1933 version of King Kong was still playing, and if he hurried, Abel just might catch the massive beast fall from the Empire State Building.

#accepted

[deputysaint]

      i need to be told to stop playing new dawn. 

   ft: @sanctemony 

     john/deacon centered with some mentions of: joseph, jacob, faith, paul, rachel, hannah

        warnings: canon typical violence, character death(s), flowery smut, my tears

   it’s been a long time since deacon’s been in this situation, but he remembers the feeling of it, and knows what to do. even with his knees in the dirt, and his hands above his head, he has options. even with there being a gun pointed in his direction, he knows what he can do to get out of this. he can see that their grip is sloppy, finger on the trigger but too loosely to be a threat, and deacon knows if he needed to, he could get out of this. he could overpower the person hovering over him and take them down effortlessly and without really harming them. it’s all muscle memory, he’s done it hundreds of times before the collapse, and dozens of times since the arrival of the highwaymen.

 he knows he can do this. but he doesn’t. he sits and bides his time.

 there’s voices on the radio, the highwayman is swearing up a storm, a gleeful one, the busted lip he’s sporting doing nothing to prevent his excited report.

 he should be listening to the report, he knows he should be, but it’s boring things he’s heard before, and he doesn’t care. he catches his name in all the swearing and laughter, and then a slur he chooses not to acknowledge, and finally something about him being new eden’s guard dog.

 he bites back a grin.

 he’s not anyone’s dog. and he hasn’t been deacon saint in a very long time.

 movement catches his eye between the threats of don’t move and the twins are going to love this, and it takes all of his willpower not to track it with his eyes. he knows the man coming up on them, wearing a long jacket like nothing has changed in the world. deacon knows him well enough to know that he could probably kill the man above him easily even if noticed, but he also likes him well enough to not want to cause him that grief.

 john seed looks beautiful in everything, even his own blood, but deacon knows well enough that he’ll catch hell if jacob sees him with another split lip or bruised face, and that joseph’ll never forgive him if he brings john home with more scars than he’d left with. ( paul would forgive him, deacon knows that for a fact. paul was always forgiving, and would just sigh at the sight and ask who they’d pissed off that day. faith would probably laugh at them, curl her fingers in his and ask if they’d had fun. )

 some things changed in the new world, and some things didn’t.

 lacing his fingers together loosely atop his head, deacon chooses instead to smile up at his captor, all teeth and mirth and lacking any and all kindness he might have had before the collapse.

 he’s different now. still the same kind man who smiled at people, who believed in the good of the people of hope county before the bad. but he’s also more protective of them, and with the arrival of the highwaymen had come a strange, more dangerous side to him, something protective and ruthless and deadly.

 he thinks, despite what everyone said, that this part of him has always existed, it had lived in him long before he’d arrived in hope county, fresh and ready for his new job. he knows a part of him has always been unkind, but before he’d been better at smothering it.

 now, however, he has no reason to. his family needed him, the county needed him, and he would murder anyone who tried to threaten their safety.

 when john shoots out the man’s knee from behind, deacon is ready to launch himself at him, hands grabbing for the rifle and pushing it towards the sky as they fall.

 two pulses of gunfire. and then he’s dead, and john is laughing down at him, teeth too bright, hand held out.

 deacon takes his hand.

 -

 they hunt the highwaymen together.

 it’s not what joseph wants for his brother, for either of them, but he can’t stop them. he locks up new eden, forbids his flock from leaving except at night, under the cover of darkness and bliss-created fog, but he cannot stop john and deacon from doing as they please, just as he couldn’t stop jacob from taking his chosen, his wife and children, and setting up a separate settlement nearby.

 it’s the end of an era, the final act of brotherhood. they stand together, but apart, having chosen different lives for their family. joseph tends to his flock, his people, and jacob tends to his family, his people. faith stays with joseph, broken and a little mad, seemingly so small without her bliss. paul floats between settlements, alliance torn between two of his brothers, but unwilling to choose a side over the other and instead choosing to find a balance between the two.

 john and deacon wander. they hunt.

 they live.

 -

 it ends because of a mistake, a foolish moment of sentiment over sensibility.

 hannah’s gift, her final gift to deacon, gets caught on a branch as they’re running from highwaymen scouts. and deacon goes back to get it, ignoring john’s yells of warning and frustration.

 it’s the only thing he has of her left, of their unlikely friendship. and he won’t let it be lost.

 when he looks up after getting it, the scouts are too close, and shots ring in the night.

 there’s too much blood.

 -

  it’s been a while, but he’s been here too, with blood soaking his shirt and john leaning over him, trying to stop the flow with bandages and duct tape. but it’s never been like this, john has never looked down at him like that.

  they’re in a house, someone’s home, one of the few remaining buildings that had withstood the collapse. it looks familiar to deacon, like he’s been here before, searched it before, bled on this floor before, but he can’t tell when, or why, and honestly, he’s bled on a lot of floors before, nearly died in a lot of homes.

  he probably should have stopped with that shit seventeen fucking years ago. but he hadn’t.

  “john. john.” his hand feels like dead weight, like he’s been sleeping on it and it’s gone numb, and he nearly slaps john as he tries to cradle his face in his hand. “johnny.” he pleads quietly, and wide blue eyes flick up at that.

  there’s fear in them. deacon doesn’t understand why.

  “stop moving.” the statement is snapped out. a command. but there’s too much fear in his voice, and he’s shaking too much for deacon to stop trying to pet him, get his full attention.

  “you need to... to go.” it’s funny, because he thinks that when he hears the wet sound of something hitting the ground, he should be afraid. logic says he should, because that’s him bleeding through the shirt john has been pressing against the wound on his neck. but instead, he’s calm, so calm and peaceful.

  he’s dying, and he knows it. and he can’t help but feel free.

  “johnny,” he whispers the nickname, and this feels nothing like any other time he’s nearly died. everything is warm and cold at once, and he feels like he’s stepped into the bliss. “you have to go. the flare - they’re coming.”

  “i’m not leaving you.”

  i’m not leaving you.

  you’re not leaving me.

  you promised.

  everything is all muddled, but deacon can still read john like a book. and it’s not said, but he knows he’s thinking about the promise deacon has made, again and again and again. so many times over the many years they’ve been together.

  you’re never going to be alone.

  fuck. he closes his eyes, breathes out a sigh.

  “okay.” he smiles crookedly, and he knows it’s filled with blood. but when he opens his eyes, there’s blood, his blood, smeared up john’s cheek, and the former baptist is gazing down at him affectionately. “okay.”

  -

  john piles together all he can find, all the supplies they’ve been carrying. and all the things other people have left behind, or stored there during the collapse. there’s shotgun shells in a drawer, a gun taped to the underside of a desk, ethanol and bomb making materials stuffed under loose floorboards.

  john finds a familiar knife wedged between a stripped bed and the wall, but says nothing of it. just turns it over in his hands and stares for a long time. then smiles a bitter smile and heads back to deacon’s side.

  they make a plan. it’s suicidal.

  -

  deacon dies quietly, tucked against john’s chest.

  his last words are i love you.

  -

  less than half an hour later, one of the highwaymen lieutenants and his crew bust down the front door, and begins a room by room search of the home.

  they don’t recognize the smell of ethanol under the smell of wood rotting and blood.

  john smiles where he is, tucked in the dark, with deacon resting against him. he lights a road flare.

  the house erupts.

  -

  some seventeen years earlier

  deacon is over him, on him, in him and john’s disgusted with himself, even as he digs his fingernails in deep, even as deacon shifts and hits just right enough to cause him to gasp, his world to go briefly white.

  he hates him. he hates him so much.

  he hates that this isn’t about hate sex anymore, and that deacon’s long stopped letting john use him for frustration relief.

  he hates that deacon feels so good, and he hates that deacon can light his nerves on fire with just a touch or a look.

  he hates deacon’s soft whispers of god, you’re beautiful and fuck, fuck, john, i -

  he thinks he hates that deacon always cuts himself off before saying it the most.

  there’s a knife in his free hand, and he means to use it. he wants to go home, and it’s become obvious at this point that deacon’s morals will never let him join them, will never let the deputy join him.

  the fingers wrapped around the knife curl tighter, and move to raise it. above him, deacon doesn’t notice. his head is pressed to john’s throat, whispering sweet, nonsensical things there, pressing wet sloppy kisses to his skin, refusing to bite and make it hurt like john wants him so desperately to.

  he wants it to hurt. he doesn’t deserve this kindness and affection.

  he raises the knife the same time deacon raises his head to look at him.

  the world seems to stop. john freezes in place.

  but deacon, sweet deacon, his fucking saint, doesn’t see the knife, doesn’t look at anything but john’s face and there’s just so fucking much in his eyes that john doesn’t know what to do with. doesn’t deserve. doesn’t want.

  ( it’s a lie. he wants, he wants, he wants. )

  a warm mouth presses against his at the same time a hand brushes down across his ribs, uncaring of the scars that fingers catch on. the man’s other hand readjusts its grip on the underside of his thigh, pulling gently, so fucking gently. and then, the hand sliding down his body wraps around him, wet and warm, grip comfortably firm and tight.

  john chokes on a sob as his world whites out.

  the knife drops out of his hand, slides off the bed. wedges itself between the bed and the wall.

  deacon loves him, and it’s fucked up, but he thinks he loves him back.

#sanctemony #sympathy for the devil. ( au ) #let's see how many hints of things can be picked up by people #:)

[inkbun]

So what about Dva's S/o is is slightly famous but is feeling insecure about themselves becauses they think all of their followers are just because they are dating Dva

Ayyy, my first D.Va prompt. Keep ‘em coming y'all, I’m loving all these specific jump-off points. This one was hella easy since I stream too (not regularly or on a schedule anymore bc I’m trying to finish this damn book, but hey). Enjoy! 🐰

D.Va

Words: 1,481

Genre: Hurt & Comfort

“Who’s next in the queue?” you asked, picture-perfect grin on your face.

You glanced at your stream stats on the monitor: 103 concurrent viewers, 2 hours uptime, 88 new followers.

An explosion of “ME!,” Kappas, and emotes flooded your chat.

Stream had gone swimmingly the past few weeks—you were easing into Starcraft II after Hana suggested you try something more competitive. You were more of a Stardew Valley type, but damned if it didn’t help to let off a little steam via a realtime strat game.

You took to it like a fish in pixelated, alien-riddled water, and your follower count was skyrocketing.

Whether that was because of your gameplay or your girlfriend was yet to be seen. To their credit, most of your followers were chill about your love life. But that didn’t mean you avoided her rabid fans.

Yes, you were dating Hana Song, better known to anyone with an ounce of pop culture awareness as D.Va. Yes, you also loved gaming and junk food. Yes, you know she was the best gamer to hit the SC2 comp scene.

Yes,  you knew how lucky you were.

Hell, you were once one of those people without an ounce of pop culture awareness. You and Hana met in a convenience store in Tokyo. She was on vacation from the MEKA program back home in Korea, and you were abroad with your friends. While they ooh'd and ahh’d over all the foreign snacks, you were too struck by the pretty girl with the neko headphones and scowl on her face to notice.

You wandered down the shrimp chip aisle, pretending to look at all the different flavors. When she was close enough you took your shot.

“Hey, do you know anything about these garlic parsley chips? It’s my first time trying them and—”

“I don’t have any autographs or goodies on me, okay?” she quipped, ducking her head into the crux of her baggy grey hoodie. “Please, I’m just trying to enjoy some time off.”

Bewildered, you apologized. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother. It’s my first time so far from home and I was hoping for some guidance on what’s good here…I’ll just ask the clerk.”

Hana glared at you with narrowed eyes, looking between you and the package in your hand.

“Wait, you mean you didn’t pick them up because they’re Bunny Approved?”

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” you asked, looking at the pink-and-white bunny sprite in the top corner. 

Aside from its cutesy scowl, it had no significance to you. Sure, you’d noticed it on energy drinks, donuts, and other junk food, but you just thought it was a quirky cartoon character.

Here this gorgeous, albeit pissed woman was, staring at you like were from Mars. Cautiously, she held a hand out to you.

“I’m Hana, Hana Song.”

“I’m, ________. Nice to meet you.”

You shook her hand, ignoring the flutter in your chest, or the scent of bubblegum that accompanied her words. She smiled at you, pink whiskers on her cheeks molding around her dimples.

“Wanna grab some boba?” she said, hand still wrapped around yours. All you could do was nod.

Fast forward a year, and the two of you were inseparable. You’d packed up, moved to Seoul, and taken up streaming in-between your shifts as a mech technician.

In the time since you’d learned about your girlfriend’s fame and adapted to the unending swirl of fan attention it generated.

Which is exactly why you kept your love life separate from your hobbies. Your stream name was different than any of your other accounts, and you went to great lengths to keep all D.Va or MEKA-related inquiries confined to Hana’s Q&A with fans or other designated appearances.

You loved your girlfriend very much and wholly respected her prowess as both protector and master entertainer. Still, you were fiercely independent and wanted to carve out a name for yourself on your own, not just as “D.Va’s Significant Other.”

All of that went out the window when she started popping into your stream room mid-broadcast. At first, it was accidental. 

The visor on her mech had cracked during a mission and she needed a quick-seal before deploying for sentry duty that night. You were streaming Stardew, chatting with your regulars before you saw the chorus of messages.

OMG is that DVA?!?

______, you didn’t tell us you were dating her!!1

MEKA: activated. Bunny hop: on.

Can she say hi???

You looked behind you to see a Pepto-pink MEKA looming in the oversized doorway. To her credit, Hana handled it well, ejecting from the seat to apologize for barging in. Aside from the wet kiss and little wink she gave the camera, she kept the cutesy antics to a minimum, happy to let you be the star of your own show.  

Then it started happening with greater frequency. It became customary for her to hang out for a few, answer some questions from your viewers, and join you for stream sign-off. 

For the most part you didn’t mind, glad to have your girlfriend by your side. She wasn’t overbearing, and the two of you got to spend some rare downtime in the hour or so after.

Once the secret was out, you saw your stream stats go up until you were a starlet of your own regard. Still, it unnerved you at times, the idea that people only hung around to get a glimpse of the famous D.Va.

You made it through 3 hours of queued games tonight before she showed up, sending your chat into a frenzy once more. 

She was beat-up from combat, sections of her bodysuit singed with plasma ash and face smudged with dirt. Despite the exhaustion from a long day at work, her face lit up when she saw you.

Plopping in your lap, she gave you a big hug and kiss.

“I’m home!” she announced.

You pushed away from the keyboard, shifted her hips against the armrest to get comfortable. “I see that.”

No matter how much the media tried to paint her as a teenage darling, you saw the weight and sadness being in the MEKA program placed on her. 

Though barely 20, Hana was no longer a burgeoning mech pilot. She was a damned war veteran who chose everyday to plaster a smile on her face and emerge as D.Va, the Pink Ray of Hope. 

I know better.

“You still live?” said Hana, glancing at the blue light on your webcam.

“Yeah.” You could sense the urgency in her words, the glisten in her big brown eyes. She was breaking.

“Sign off.”

You did, making your excuses and ignoring the whinging from folks who didn’t get to see their “daily dose of D.Va.”

Choosing to ignore how grossly objectifying that sounded, you hit the “Stop Streaming” button.  Once the light went dark and your offline screen popped up, you twined your fingers in her hair.

“What happened today?”

“We went to Oasis,_____. I saw things there—terrible things the Omnics did, the experiments they conducted on children to give them powers. I just thought, ‘if I’d decided to go to school there instead of joining the MEKA pilots,’ I could’ve been one of them!”

You pulled away to see the depth of horror on her face. You’d heard of Oasis, knew the supposed “advancements” they made bordered on inhumane in their methods of discovery. Still, you never knew Hana had been invited to study there.

“Well you’re not, and you’re fighting evil which is all that matters,” you said, cradling her against your chest. 

She cried, hot tears wetting your shirt. You shushed her, rocking slightly and petting her hair.

It was times like this she felt fragile, liable to break under all the expectations the world hefted on her. You’d gone live tonight expecting to have an audience without Hana, hoping she’d forget to show at the end of stream.

Petty as it was, you wanted to have something all your own, felt insecure at times about the truth of your own growing community and their intentions.

If tonight proved anything to you, it was the power of your love. Sure, your community and your growing “fame” were cool—you’d be remiss to deny that. And sure, some of that clout might be bolstered by you dating one of the world’s top professional gamers.

But all of that meant nothing if your girl wasn’t okay. Watching her cheery, bright facade crack from the sheer volume of suffering, combat, and violence she was subjected to served as a grim reminder. 

Your community may come and go, your fame may grow or wane, but Hana was your everything.

Nuzzling her neck with soft kisses, you whispered in her ear: “You and me, love? We’re gonna save the world.”

Her teary grin and hiccup laugh lanced your chest—god, you loved this woman.

“Damn right.”  

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Route 666- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,559

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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The Day Cassie Broke His Heart

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You gripped the car sea because Dean was going fast, faster than he has ever gone before.

“Please be careful.” You said. Even though you were mad at him, you wanted him to be safe. Dean’s phone rang and he answered it, hoping to hear from Sam.

“Hey, you gotta give me a minute.” Because you were so close to Dean, you heard what Sam said.

“I don't have a minute. What are we doing?” Dean growled out, looking behind him at the truck. You didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly, Dean pulled the phone away and scoffed.

“Did he hang up on you?” You looked at Dean.

“He said he would get back to me.” He rolled his eyes and continued to drive. You were scared that you and Dean were going to die. You just got finished with saving his ass last hunt and you didn’t need him to die on the next one. His phone rang again, several minutes later and he picked it up.

“This better be good.” Dean grounded out. You didn’t hear Sam this time because the truck had gotten really close this time and it was revving his engine loud.

“In the middle of nowhere with a killer truck on my ass! It's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus… Decatur road, about two miles off the highway… Yes!” Dean said to his brother. You screamed and jerked as the front of the car hit the back of Dean's, making Dean skid like crazy before getting control again.

“You son of a bitch!” Dean yelled at particularly nothing. Suddenly, Dean swung right and you crashed into Dean. His car didn’t have seatbelts and you blushed a bit at the contact but quickly pulled away.

“Yeah I made the turn! You need to move this thing along a little faster.” Dean said to his brother. “No! Wait. No, yes, I see it.” You looked to see what he might be talking about.

“Hold on, Sweetheart.” You braced yourself and Dean slammed on the break and you tried with all your energy to not go flying through the windshield. The ghost truck whizzed past you and Dean made a left, going down a deserted road.

“All right, now what?” Dean said to his brother. “Stop?... Seven tenths, seven tenths.” Dean looked at the speedometer and you wondered what he was going to do. You bit your lip and braced yourself when he suddenly stopped.

“Dean, what are you doing?” You looked at him.

“Yeah, I’m still here, Sammy,” Dean said to his brother, ignoring your question. “It's just staring at me, what do I do?” You watched as Dean rolled his eyes and he sighed, looking at the truck behind him.

“Dean, what are you doing?”

“Just hang on.” He said, seeing the truck race towards him from behind. Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel. You gasped as you saw it come closer and you scooted towards Dean, holding onto his arm tightly. Just as you thought it would hit and kill you, it roared right through you, disintegrating into nothing. You pulled away from Dean as you breathed from relief. Nothing else was heard besides the purr of the Impala’s engine; a sound that you will miss once you leave.

“Where'd it go?” Dean said, talking to his brother. “What church!... There's not a whole lot left… Maybe? Maybe!! What if you were wrong?” Dean rolled his eyes and hung up the phone a few seconds later.

“I’m going to kill him.” Dean growled out, talking to himself. Now it was just you and Dean. Things could not have been more awkward. You hated feeling this way, especially around Dean.

“So now that this is all over, you can drop me off at a bus station.” You said, breaking the ice.

“Wait, what?” Dean looked over at you shocked.

“Dean, I’m leaving. I already told you.” You wouldn’t look at him.

“Like hell you will.” He growled out.

“Fine, I guess I’ll walk.” You got out of the car and didn’t care about your stuff. You had your mom’s letter, the key, your wallet and phone and that is all you needed. You would get more clothes later.

“Y/N! Stop!” Dean said, exiting the car.

“You said it yourself, Dean. You want me gone.” You said, turning around to face him.

“I didn’t mean it all. You were just pissing me off with the stuff you kept saying.”

“What did you want me to say, Dean? That woman broke your heart and you expect me to be okay with you crawling back to her? I was there when you came crying to me. I fought so hard with myself trying not to go over to her and kill her. She broke you down after using you. You don’t deserve her, Dean.”

“Why is this affecting you this much? It was my feelings she hurt. Not yours.”

“You won’t get it, Dean, just forget about it.” You sighed, turning back around. Dean didn’t like that answer and rushed to stop you from the front.

“No, tell me. Why are you so concerned for me?”

“You care about the people you love, Dean,” You blurted out. You stared at him and watched as he tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

“You love me?” He said, shocked.

“You know what, never mind. I knew this was a bad idea.” You were ready for the heartbreak that was going to come with the rejection from him.

“Y/N,” Dean said. It was how soft he said your name that made you look up at him. “How come you never told me?”

“What did you want me to say? You flirt with girls all the time and I didn’t want to be that girl that you hung out with and waited until you found someone better. But I guess you already did, huh?” You looked down, tears ready to fall. Dean cupped your cheeks in his large hands and pulled your face up to his but you didn’t have any time to process what was happening and then his lips were on yours.

You’ve waited so badly for this moment to come again. You’ve wished, ever since you were 16 years old, that he would kiss you again and he was. Right here, right now. Instinct told you to kiss him back and that is what you did. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you, if it was possible.

His lips were so soft and skilled, you never wanted to let go of him. But your lungs pleaded for oxygen and that is what you gave them. You gasped for breath and looked into Dean’s shining green eyes.

“I was so blinded by Cassie that I didn’t see who was right in front of me. You’ve been by my side since we were 5 years old. I didn’t realize that by being with Cassie, I was hurting you.” Dean said, staring at your eyes.

“It’s me or her. You have to choose.” You didn’t want to make him choose because it sounded selfish but if he chose her, you would leave and hunt alone.

“You, always you.” Dean muttered and leaned down to kiss you again, pulling you in closer to his body. Maybe you died in a car crash and you went to Heaven. All you knew that this moment, right here, you never wanted it to end.

You were waiting by the Impala, down by the docks with Sam in the front seat and Dean walking with Cassie. Last night was perfect but you didn’t know if Dean meant what he said. Maybe you will find out.

“My mother says to tell you thanks again.” You heard her say. Dean and Cassie stopped right in front of you.

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Dean nodded.

“This is a better goodbye than last time.” Cassie said, giving him a soft smile. You still hated the bitch.

“Yeah, it is.” He nodded, grabbing your hand. He laced your fingers with his and you smiled softly, looking up at him.

“You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us Dean.” She said. If only she knew what happened.

“That’s okay. It was nice seeing you again.” Dean said, looking at you and smiling. Cassie nodded and didn’t say a word to you as she left. You got in the back seat with Dean in the front. Sam pulled away from the docks and onto the road.

“So, what’s going on?” Sam asked, driving away from the town.

“What do you mean?” you asked, putting your head between the boys.

“You know what I’m talking about. Are you two a thing now?” Sam asked, looking between you and Dean. You blushed a bit and looked at Dean, sliding closer to him.

“I don’t know, are we?” You whispered.

“Don’t you doubt it, sweetheart.” Dean smiled, leaning forward and capturing your lips with his. He obviously didn’t care if his brother was next to him.

“Oh, come on, I don’t want to see that.” Sam half joked. You grinned in the kiss and pulled away, leaning back in your seat. Yes, you had your doubts but Dean was officially yours and you weren’t ever letting him go.

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So I’ve been meaning to work on my Project (still don’t know what to call it and the working names I come up with are awful) It needs outlines and worldbuilding, I need to establish who Avaleara was so I can show exactly how she changed- All that stuff. AND YET all I wanna do right now is imagine time travel shenanigans that land Pre-torture Avaleara and Pre-Avaleara D together in the future where they have been married for like 3000 years. I love the whole idea of “Her? Really?”  “Him? Really?” mutual What the Actual Fuck??? going on.

Rambly run on scenario under the cut-

Like I usually give left hand his own body so he can snark and sass without D shutting him up as easily (fucker knows to make the best comments when he’s out of D’s reach. Doesn’t always dodge the stakes but he can still talk) And plop Avaleara with her siblings (+takashi but really she thinks of him as a brother) So they are all just like soooo confused. Meanwhile i usually give Future Takashi chaperoning duty. Set it up so that “Oh Future D and Avaleara are out of town you’ll have to wait till they get back.”(Avaleara needed to stay in the capitol because suspicious activity, but rode out to an outpost for a few days to gather Intel. D is on another planet in the system attending a conference that Avaleara should have but couldn’t because of aforementioned suspicious activity. Teamwork and Telepathy bitch) This gives the past characters a few days to get to know each other (And get Really Really Confused about how the hell Avaleara and D are spouses) 

Future Takashi explains very little because most of it’s painful for him and all of it really needs to be seen to be believed anyway. Also they decide that they’ll wait a few days after they get back to tell Future D and Avaleara just who Takashi is escorting around because that way they will act natural and maybe the relationship will make sense. (Past D thinks Future D will call Takashi out for hiding something in .5 seconds. He’ll be floored when Future D accepts “I’ll tell you in a few days but for now go with it.” with the absolute unshakable certainty that Takashi would tell him if it was life threatening.)

Anyway so you get Past Avaleara who is like What the Fuck happened to my current boyfriend? Did he die? Amicable break up? Disastrous break up? What the fuck Future Takashi why aren’t you saying anything??? And no offense dude (But also kinda offense cuz you’re kinda an ass) but Who the Hell is this random antisocial jerk from another planet? The Ass can barely be fucked to say more than a sentence at a time, seems bored as hell despite being on another fucking planet, and barely even looks at me? Like you want me to believe this jackass is my husband in the future???? Like aside from the fact I can’t even stand his (lack of) Personality, I’m second in line for the fucking throne,my whole life is built around duty to my people, and while I am free to choose for the most part, any partner I take must be as devoted to my people as I am, has to love them as much as I do. They need to be an example to look up to, someone they can trust and respect. Not some taciturn and intimidating ass who can’t even appreciate the beauty of our world, let alone her people!

Meanwhile D is mostly indifferent. Like nothing is trying to kill him so he ain't gonna kill his way out and apparently all he’s gotta do is wait until they do the math to get him back to his time/planet.  (and hand wavy bs to explain why he believes this is actually happening and not some fucked up psychological attack). Also Clearly this Future Takashi is smoking something there is no way this chick is his wife. Lefty is cracking up at the mere suggestion this clueless idiot is gonna be D’s wife. She's so soft and fragile, from a world where violence hasn’t really been a thing in generations. She’s all innocence and idealism. She tripped and cut her lip and whined about blood in her mouth for an hour for christ’s sake. The only hint of fire was when she got fed up with D’s dismissive attitude and bawled him out, but even then she frigging apologized even though D had been the dick. But noooo she just went on about how it wasn’t Diplomatic of her to lose her temper and that it was only expected that since D was from a culture that valued different things he would dismiss her people as too soft, and while he was wrong she wasn’t going to foster understanding with anger. This chick wouldn’t last 30 seconds on the frontier, let alone be the kind of woman who could be married to a hunter. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration just who D is. If D tried to settle down with this kid Dracula would eat her alive before he allowed his one success to get with a weakling from a pacifist culture and risk pathetic offspring.

So basically Avaleara gets more irritated as the days go by, D remains indifferent, Avaleara’s family is getting really pissed at D because he’s ignoring Avaleara and they are really starting to doubt the likelihood of a happy marriage and Future Takashi is doing all the facepalming and starting to think maybe he should just fucking tell them what happened to Avaleara. Except- how the hell does he break it to them that Avaleara was tortured until she was broken, mind body and soul and the Avaleara that Future D met is an Avaleara that rebuilt her whole identity after horrific trauma and therefore understands him on a level Past Avaleara could never come close to. Oh by the way, the person that tortured Avaleara was in fact Xahros, the man Past Avaleara is completely in love with and who she’s decided must have died because what else would have happened to break them up. (Future Takashi is heartbroken thinking Past Avaleara had this much trust in the bastard but doesn’t realize she settled on that option mostly because Why Else would Future Takashi be so reluctant to talk about it and get such a pained look on his face when she asked. )

Not to mention seeing Past Avaleara is kinda messing up Future Takashi’s head cuz in order to not completely fuck up the universe and kill everyone, all past people MUST forget this ever happened. But that means he has to let Avaleara be tortured, something he would have done Anything to prevent. But anything can not include risking all life in the universe. So future takashi is kinda slowly having a breakdown and trying not to burst into tears every time Avaleara says or does something sweet which is All the Fucking Time. Like seriously Future Avaleara can do gentle and kind, but it takes Effort and underneath is a current of rage and paranoia, ready at any moment to go from calm to murder faster than you can blink. Seeing the difference is tearing Future Takashi apart because after like 5000 years he’d kinda forgotten Just how sweet she used to be and its breaking him all over again. But its also breaking him that everyone is getting pissed at Past D when Future Takashi knows where he’s coming from and he gets it. No, Past Avaleara isn’t the kind of person who D would take as a wife, and D is so fucked up from his whole shitshow life that he’s not really a stop and smell the flowers kinda guy. I mean most of the flowers on his earth try to kill you. It took Future D decades to really appreciate this world and stop expecting it to try and kill him. It took longer to let himself love it and her people. It ends up this weird dynamic in which Future Takashi wants to defend D but doesn’t know how to do so without insulting him so is awkward as fuck but Past Takashi wants to deck D cuz he made past Avaleara Cry (no matter that it was mostly because she’s frustrated with the situation and confused/heartbroken over Xarhos)

So then F-Avaleara gets home first. And sees this tense quagmire that Future Takashi is in the middle of. Except her and D have been separated which means that Avaleara isn’t in the greatest shape. Avaleara’s lingering ptsd means that she has a hell of a time with nightmares. When D is there he can either ease her out of one into a better dream or help her when she wakes up, grounding her and reminding her its just memories. She tries to sleep without him when they are separated but it usually doesn’t work. At this particular point in time, she remembers the last time she tried to sleep when D was away and woke up choking on a piece of her tounge she bit off durring her nightmare. It left her a little fucking spooked so she’s running on no sleep and shitty eating habits cuz she’s distracted. All of that means she sees that Future Takashi is falling apart, recognizes it, but decides that D is due home in two days, they’ll team up and make him sleep then pry the fucking problem out of him together if they have to sit on the stuborn bastard. After all he’d do it for them and turnabout is fair play. Meanwhile she’ll hover around him when usually she’d be avoiding people because she’s too close to that edge.

For a few hours Future Avaleara seems a lot like Past Avaleara. Sure she’s calmer, but hey she’s 6000 years old, she ain’t gonna act like a hyperactive 750 year old. Plus she’s obviously tired. I mean the scar on her face is a little odd since Revanants don’t scar easily but she is a princess, so probably just survived an assasination attempt like her mom? I mean why else would she have a scar, they can only be made deliberately with poison which alters dna making it impossible to heal completely… (Ah the past people are so so innocent)

But she’s calm and kind. Somehow the fight Past Avaleara and D had about how her people were soft is brought up. Future Avaleara explains the war a billion years ago that left half a planet barren, a decision to hold all life sacred, and the responsibility to protect peace so that no one has to fight for their right to live. While it still seems like idealistic nonsense to someone who lives in a world of kill or be killed, there is something about the way This Avaleara says it. Something burning in her words no matter how soft and calmly she says them. (Its the steal core of someone who has fought and bled to keep this peace, who refuses to let it be idealistic nonsense.) D knows his world is hell, its unkind and unjust. His own father is a large part of the reason its so barbaric which is why he is determined to kill him. The years have narrowed his focus to killing Dracula but there was a time before he’d seen too much that he thought maybe the world could be something more, maybe there was a chance if he removed the biggest obstacle. He’d long since buried that thought as he saw humans and vampires alike slaughter each other and their own for petty reasons. But here was a culture founded after cataclysm that brought together different people from different worlds and chose to forge peace. Its a dream he once had but killed to survive. He has to be hard to survive. But these people dont and it’s not a bad thing if its real. D’s still a little dubious about the idea that there are powerful people who actually want to protect and not exploit the less powerful. He’s confused but ultimately not interested since he’s still not fully believing this is going to be his future (Cant believe he has a future that doesn’t revolve around death).

Anyway I’ll post a part 2 in a few days but this is getting long and I have some other work to finish up.

#hmmm #might call this #blood and ash #saw oc centric as a description on smthn and thought it fit #idk #we'll see