#i miss my glorious blue eyed king so bad

[tenmillionwhumperflies]

Cloudwalker Series Part 32

Okay so work had me a little busy BUT I’m a few chapters ahead again so hopefully I post a bit more regularly again. I have been waiting for so long to get to next little plot arch but we’re finally there and the whump will be glorious.

Warnings: treating attempted murder/neck trauma, animal whump (Enchanted object), missing people/kidnapping, mentions/fear of death, eye whump/pain. Masterlist: Here Approx WC: 2300 Taglist: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @thegreatwhodini

Avizon appeared at the foot of a bed in the tower, in a room just beside where he kept his potions and ingredients, his research, and his office. He gasped in relief when the pain in his eye eased so suddenly that it made him dizzy and stagger, but he had a job to do which couldn’t wait. His own needs weren't important.

He carried Blue and Mouse with care and eased Blue down on the bed, minding his whimpers, the raspiness to his breathing. He let Mouse snuggle up against him on the pillow for now, hoping they had enough magic left in them to hold on, but he grimaced, seeing how their back legs were turning solid, unmovable. They were running out of time.

But right now he couldn't help them, being near Blue was the best he could do for them. “It’s going to be alright, I promise," he said to both of them. He eyed Blue's bruised neck, how he still held onto it and his breathing just was not right. He needed to heal him. "Will you let me look at your neck? Please?” he asked softly.

He sent a small orb downstairs to retrieve Ihuka and Dyan. He was going to need their help, and Blue was going to desperately need the comfort. Blue curled up and whimpered, flinching as Avizon settled a hand on his shoulder. Avizon’s thoughts raced, there was so much he needed to do but time was not on his side. He knelt down by the bed and calmly said “Trust me, Blue. Let me help.”

Blue shuddered but wordlessly, he raised his chin. "Good lad, you're being so brave." Avizon didn't rush to touch it, for now, he simply looked, hushing him gently. The rope burn wasn't too bad, or at least not as bad as it could have been. Blue had clearly tried to keep as still as he could. It showed in his exhaustion, in how he couldn't move his head for the pain. “I know, I know… it’s alright.” Avizon slowly brought a hand up and stroked his hair, noting how he flinched. "Will you let me heal this?"

Blue pursed his lips. "I.I’m fine…"

Avizon soothed him as best he could as he slowly brought his hand further down to his neck, at the back for the sake of saving him from unnecessary pain and panic. "We both know that’s not true. I can heal this if you wish, but it will hurt a little."

Blue shook his head. "H.help Mouse first."

It was then that Ihuka and Dyan came rushing up the stairs. "Blue!" "Dyan, get me the bag of feathers and a bowl. Make me a little nest in it to put Mouse in. They need magic, quickly."

Dyan battled past his urge to rush to help Blue and obeyed swiftly, filling it as best he could with small fluffy feathers, a mixture of feathers he and Ihuka had molted, and a few Avizon had yanked out in their first few days.

Avizon turned his attention back to Blue. "Mouse will be just fine. Will you let me help you? Yes? Thank you. Try to relax and take deep breaths." He focused on healing Blue. His healing magic was very poor now, it took more effort than he expected to get the light magic past the dark and to Blue's trembling body, to let his magic soak into the bruises, the rope burn, the internal damage. Coldness washed over his body as he filtered the magic through. Avizon could feel the sweat forming on his body, the deep ache that returned to his eye, but he kept going with clenched teeth.

Blue grabbed at his neck for a few moments, trying to pry Avizon’s hands off as he gasped, but Avizon ignored the scratching, the pain that burned the tops of his hands. He kept focused, kept healing until Blue finally settled, dropping down limp on the bed, sucking in deep breaths amongst coughs, but he sounded so much better than he had. Tears pooled in his eyes. Avizon stepped back and shook his head. "That's the best I can do. The rest will ease on its own. Ihuka, bed. Cuddle with Blue. Keep him warm. You did well, Blue. I'm sorry it hurt so much."

Ihuka carefully made his way onto the bed and Blue leaned into him, clinging to him with fear. Dyan soon returned to the bowl. Avizon took it off him and left him to see Blue. He carefully scooped up Mouse, hushing them gently as he transferred them to the bowl. He then covered them with a handkerchief so they felt more covered and safe. He gently stroked their head with one finger as they settled down to sleep their injury away. He could only hope the magic of those few remaining feathers was enough.

"What about mister Orrien?" Dyan asked weakly. "Is he…" Avizon couldn't bring himself to meet Dyan's gaze. "He's been taken. But I will find him.” Dyan gulped. “Erix...”

Avizon sighed and nodded slowly. “Stay here, look after Blue and Mouse. I’ll… see if anyone can help.”

Avizon kept his back straight, his shoulders broad, and his head high as he made for the next room. He glanced behind him to see Dyan holding Blue close as they both trembled, as he watched Ihuka stroke Mouse’s head and how they seemed to grow stronger from it. He bit back his panic and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

But once that door was shut, everything hit into him like a battering ram. The terror of his master being taken, the exertion from trying to heal Blue, the deep stinging brought on by the bite mark caused by Mouse and Blue’s scratch marks- the sheer agony behind his cursed eye. He groaned and slid down to the floor, leaning on the door for support. For a moment, he could only sit, panting, panicking, trying to desperately weave a plan together, a means of finding his master before it was too late. Orrien didn’t deserve this. He needed help, but before he even tried, he knew that no one would help him. He had one chance, and if he didn’t agree to help, then he would have to do this on his own.

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Dyan stayed by Blue’s side for as long as he could, until his trembles had subsided and left him weak and tired. His head had gradually fallen to the side, resting against Dyan's chest. Dyan kept him warm with his wings, doing all he could to make sure he was comfortable. It was a welcome distraction from his own fear. Erix had acted, and now instead of taking it out on him, he was taking and hurting those Dyan cared about. Orrien was a nice man, he let Blue be free and he’d looked after his master. Blue was everything to him, and the thought of Erix even looking at him was enough to make him feel sick.

“Dee,” Blue murmured. “C.can I have some water?” Dyan startled out of his thoughts slightly but nodded quickly. “Stay here, I don’t think master will mind. I’ll go and get you some...” he inched his way off the bed and eased the blanket over Blue so he didn’t lose the warmth.

Dyan exchanged worried glances with Ihuka, who had kept a lot of his attention on helping Mouse. Mouse had left their nest and snuggled up amongst the feathers of Ihuka’s wing, sleeping soundly, and looking a lot better than they had. Their back legs were moving again, though sluggishly. Dyan didn’t need to say a word to know Ihuka would protect them both until he returned.

With some hesitation, Dyan went to the door and opened it. He tried to trust in his master enough to know he wouldn’t get in trouble for getting Blue water, but he couldn’t lose his instincts. He hoped he’d be able to see his master on the way, to check it was alright.

Dyan froze when he found his master kneeling on the floor, uttering syllables and sounds Dyan had never heard before. Dyan needed to get Blue water, but he was too afraid to disturb his master’s… what was he doing?

“Rhix...” Avizon whispered. “Please, hear me-”

The tranquility was abruptly cut off when Avizon was thrown back, as if someone had kicked him in the forehead and sent him tumbling backwards. He groaned and turned around, stuck on all fours for a moment. “M...master?” Dyan whimpered. His mouth became so painfully dry with nerves. Was he going to be angry at him for seeing that? Had he caused it?

Avizon groaned and struggled up to his knees again, covering his eye with his hand, but he still had the eyepatch on. “Dyan?” he grunted. “I thought you’d be with Blue.” “H.he asked for water. I’m sorry, master, I didn’t mean to disturb you-” Avizon struggled onto his feet and Dyan wasn’t sure if he should offer him his help. “That wasn’t your fault, little bird. That was the circle.” “The circle?” Dyan frowned. “Let’s go and get that water, I’ll explain on the way.” Dyan came closer to him, and hesitantly asked “Do you need any help?” “H.help me balance. Ignium’s powers are still as painful as ever...” he rubbed his head. Dyan helped as best he could as they began to walk down the stairs. 

Avizon took a deep breath as he tried to explain. “The Circle, or the Sorcerer’s Circle is a very ancient group of people- of magic wielders. Anyone who can do magic is invited into it. I was once one of them, in the innermost circle- that’s the circle that has the strongest sorcerers. Once, there was a magic wielder from every kingdom- that’s why there are eight members. The best of them served and protected the royal families, but over time, kingdoms fell or were reshaped. Now it is made up of eight of the most powerful sorcerers in the world. The Circle is... meant to help keep the land in peace, and also protects those of us who have magic. Because of my actions, for killing King Halve, things changed again, and we no longer serve kingdoms.”

“So it’s just a group of sorcerers?” Dyan asked, puzzled. He was trying his best to keep up with what his master told him but there was a lot to take in.  “Well, now it is. I was banished from it because of my actions, and Erix took my place. The circle protects all the sorcerers and magic wielders in the world.” Dyan tensed for a moment. Would he count? Yes, he could technically make magic, but would being a cloudwalker exclude him from that protection if he was given it. But then... Erix was part of that circle, so his hopes deflated. There really just wasn’t anywhere in this world where he could be safe and happy.

Avizon continued, “So I was hoping they would hear me, that they would help me save Orrien. But I am exiled, they do not trust me, and I don’t doubt Erix is dripping poison in their ears… What you saw was the sorcerer Ignium getting in between me and… my friend, Rhix. He cast me away from Rhix- why, I don't know. But it means the only way I’ll be able to help Orrien is to do this myself.”

Dyan could barely focus on what Avizon said. “But master… if I have magic, would that mean...” “Yes. You will be part of the circle- all cloudwalkers might be. You might just be the reason we can protect them all. That's why I was hoping to train you.” Dyan’s stomach twisted. He’d never even considered all the other cloudwalkers. He struggled to suppress his nerves. This was all so complex...

Avizon helped Dyan fill a jug with clean water, and then he began to climb the stairs. “I would ask you to try to speak to him, but it’s difficult magic, and I don’t want Ignium to hurt you… I should be able to find Orrien, but it may take a few days. Until then, I need you all to stay safe, to stay in the castle.”

“Master… why is Erix in the circle? If you were bad and weren’t allowed in, why is he?” “Because he has never hurt one of them until now. That’s their flaw… they only care if their own are affected. They can’t remove him for how he treats cloudwalkers. I know, it’s disgusting. But he has taken Orrien, hurt him. That changes things. Once I get him back, we can get him kicked out, disgraced.”

Dyan nodded slowly. It gave him a sense of hope, but his worry for Orrien was too great. “But… why would he take him then?” Avizon shrugged. “Perhaps he is desperate, or perhaps he has a plan. I don’t want to tell you ideas and theories that will do nothing but scare you. As I have said, I will find him and bring him here… I think I am steady enough now to leave. I will first go to Erix’s abode, check that he is not there, though I doubt he’d be so obvious. After that…”

Avizon’s voice trailed off, but Dyan couldn’t help but get the impression that he didn’t know. “I will track him down. I’ll try to keep checking on you all, but time is of the essence. You are free to get whatever food and water you want until I return. It might take a few days. You don’t need to clean or do any chores aside from looking after the horse. I’ll make sure Orrien’s farm is looked after.” Avizon opened the door for him which led to the bedroom. Dyan filled a cup with care and helped Blue to drink.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think to bring you any water sooner, Blue. I… lost my composure. Rest. I will be back soon.”

Avizon hurried to pack a bag, furiously shoving bandages and herbs into it. If he ever got hold of Ignium, he’d knock him into next week, old man or not. His stubbornness was going to get Orrien killed. And it was becoming clear that that was Erix’s plan. Was he going to try to frame him for what happened to Orrien? To kill him, set the circle after him, and scoop Dyan up once all the damage and death was done?

He packed his bag faster. He had to find his master before it was too late.

#cloudwalker series #whump #whump writing #whump story #my writing #Avizon #Blue #Mouse the dragon #Dyan #Ihuka #tw: animal injury #just to be sure because of mouse #tw: death mention #yeah so shits gonna hit the fan if you hadn't already guessed

[ageminah]

All in my Head pt.4

here it is, what follows this. It is way longer than I expected, and its not even complete... I really wanted to do something... happier, but I seem incapable of giving this two what they deserve. 

    The three guards came back. It was time already. Time for her to join the festivities. Time for her to meet her new queen. With one last glance at the Darkling’s cell, she moved away. Leaving her post to become a royal guest. She acknowledged the guards with a nod. One that meant that their job was of the upmost importance, and that they’d better not mess it up.

    Back in her room, she changed clothes to put on the grey dress Genya had picked for her. It was a beautiful piece. An long siren silver dress, short sleeved, with metal shoulder pads. Before the retouching, it had a nice back cleavage. But Zoya had insisted that her back were to be covered, she took no shame in her scars. But they were hers, and hers alone, she wasn’t about to showcase them to an entire room of strangers. So now the dress looked rather simple: a silver piece of cloth that covered her back, and the front had a nice collard that went up to her throat. The shoulder pads being the only distinctive item on the dress. She shrugged it on, with simple grey shoes that matched. The heel was rather low. Zoya wanted to be able to move easily in case of emergency.

    She put red on her lips, and untied her long dark hair. At first glance she was ready. But in her heart, she knew, she would never truly be ready for what was ahead. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was beautiful. There was no denying it. The dress fitted her perfectly. Heads would turn for her. Just not the head she hoped for. He would have eyes for his wife, his queen. She was no idiot. She knew he didn’t love the queen. She knew it was only a political alliance, but nevertheless it didn’t mean that he had any feelings for her. He wouldn’t. He was a king. Her beauty didn’t get her a title. Or the money their country needed.

    Zoya left the comfort of her room, and headed for the reception. Each step she took finalized by the sharp sound her shoes made, each clank, a new strike to her heart. She was suffocating and she still hadn’t seen them. She was a dragon. She was a dragon. She was…sad. So heartbroken that she could have crumbled in the hallways. But she kept going, because that was her role, because she was ruthless Zoya. And this Zoya wouldn’t break because of a man. She would keep her head up, and be glorious. A dragon.

    Facing the doors, Zoya nodded to the guards so that they would let her pass. They did, and with gritted teeth, she stepped into the bright room.

                                                            ***

    He finished his first dance as a husband and went back to his seat. Zoya was still nowhere to be seen. To his surprise, his bride seemed as happy as he was about their wedding. He had barely spoken to her in the entire day. Nothing beside the mandatory ‘I do’. She was gorgeous, her hair tight in a high bun, and a white long sleeved dress. Genya had taken care of her face, and it was exquisite. None of that made him, or her for that matter, feel better.

    He was sitting now, to his right was his lovely queen, to his left, Genya was sitting next to David, trying to convince him to dance. Opposites attracted they said, well he could definitely see it with those two. And David turned a pleading look to his king, and all Nikolai did was mouth the word ‘Go!’ an almost sad smile on his lips. If he didn’t enjoy the party, they would enjoy form him. David was lucky. He could dance with his wife, one he had chosen, and one who had chosen him back. With a sigh David took his wife’s hand, and on the dance floor they went. And in front of him was Zoya’s chair, empty.

                                                              ***

    Everything was golden, the ceiling, the chandeliers, his hair his eyes. Nikolai was sitting by his new queen at their table. Alone. Genya and David were…dancing. She smiled. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Genya had managed to force David onto the dance floor, and by the look of it, he was not enjoying himself. But he seemed to relish the look of his wife’s face. Genya was happy. Swirling with the music, a smile on her face. Zoya wasn’t a big fan of dancing, but saints she wished she could have that.

    The room was filled with important guests. Ambassadors, princes and princess, noblewomen and nobleman from every country. And yet, wherever her gaze dozed off, it always found its way back to Nikolai. He was looking at his wife, not talking to her, just looking. She found herself out of breath, because it was time. She knew— as a second in command— where she was supposed to sit, and she wished Genya and David were not dancing, for she now had to face Nikolai and the queen, alone. She could no longer awkwardly stand on the corner of the room. She couldn’t go back either, as she had told Nikolai earlier that she would be there. She would be a bad general if she didn’t congratulate her king on his marriage, a bad friend for not being by his side on this day. So she straightened her back, she felt a fiery prickle on her back. And she walked toward the table, to her seat.

                                                           ***

    He had seen her the moment she had stepped into the room. And he had forced himself to stay in his chair. He had had to stop himself from going, running to her, from falling off of his chair. Most of the time his general was wearing her fighting outfit, the gorgeous blue kefta, but it was nothing compared to what she was wearing now. Zoya was always beautiful, no matter what she wore, but seeing her in this grey silk dress, he could barely control himself.

     She was eying the room. Taking in the scenery. Could she see through all this masquerade? Because he certainly could. Could she see all of it as it truly was, a political alliance.

     He turned his gaze to his wife, afraid someone might notice him. And then the storm came in. She sat across from him. And he turned his gaze to her. The whole room disappeared, his whole world started spinning. There was nothing beside the blueish grey of her eyes. Nothing but the curve of her neck. Nothing but the red of her lips. She said something. At least he though she did, her lips were moving. To his right, his…wife responded.

     Their surroundings came back to him. And then the world stopped spinning. He was back in his chair. Back at his wedding celebration. « Well Zoy- General Nazyalensky you grace us with your presence » he said in a cough. « Well your highness, I sincerely apologize for missing the union, but I had a duty to fulfill. And now that it is done, I came to congratulate you. » there was no smile on her face. « I will leave you two to it, I have to speak with my sister. » said the queen almost in a whisper leaving the table.

     They were alone now. As alone as one could be in a room filled by strangers. David was dying on the dance floor at the hands of his wife. That made Nikolai smile. A true smile. Zoya looked n the same direction he did, and he spotted a faint twitch on her lips. « Was that a smile Nazyalensky » he said with a grin as he put his head in his hand, and his elbow on the table. She arched an eyebrow and nodded to his elbow. He immediately straightened his back and put his hands back on his knees.

                                                               ***

    It was ridiculous. She got up, and moved to the chair by his side. His wife had gone several table away, and was captivated by some nobleman’s conversation. « So Nikolai… » she forced herself to say «  How was it? » his composure faltered for half a second. And she spotted a tired man. « How do you think Zoya? I married a woman I don’t know, I don’t love. And you know me, deep down I’m a helpless romantic. I just thought that if I kept telling you that I would look at the potential list of possible queen, I could buy myself enough time to save my country--our country-- on my own » he wasn’t even trying to hide his feelings. It was as if they were alone. As if nothing had changed. And she had a crazy thought. Maybe him being married would not change anything. Zoya wasn’t stupid. But at that thought, she almost laugh. Nothing would be the same. And not only because he had a wife, but because this marriage had awoken something in her. Something she couldn’t un-feel.

                                                             ***

     She was so tensed. He could see it, in the way she spoke, in the way she stood. He wondered when had he started to notice Zoya’s way of speaking, of standing. She opened her mouth to say something, when a man came up to their table to ask if Zoya wanted to dance with him. It was starting. Of course Zoya didn’t want to dance, so she politely declined the offer. Nikolai had danced with his wife, and he hadn’t enjoyed it. He had thought, that hthat dance would be the only one he’d participate in. But he was surprised how his body ached for Zoya’s touch, how much he wanted to hold her close, to touch her hand, to put his on her lower back and to guide her through the music. And he could do no such thing. She sighed « did you sleep alright Nikolai ? » she asked. He was so surprised by the question until he remembered. The ‘uninvited guest’. « I didn’t try to eat anyone if that is what you’re asking » he said. « Good. It seems some good came out of our excursion to the saints’ fold then. » she responded looking away. «yes » he said thinking of her drowning in gold, again and again.

#zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x zoya #kos spoilers #king of scars #fanfic #do i even speak english it's so late I don't even remember my name

[howdoyouspellepiphany]

The Prophecy (Yoonmin Demon!AU)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU), established namjin

Words: 3671 words

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, violence and of course, ignorant author

Note: yay i know how to use tumblr now!

Previous chapters: Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Jin was pacing across the living room of Yoo Jung’s apartment as his fingers twirl around the pear-shaped ruby necklace that sits elegantly in between his collarbones. He had originally come to the apartment at his lover’s call to receive the present the prince had bought specially for him. Jin thought it was going to be yet another beautiful day spent with his lover in his arms, contented with just holding Namjoon close when Jeongguk called. And just like that, his ephemeral happiness came to an end.

And now, Jin and Namjoon are waiting for Yoongi to return. ‘Should I go?’ Jin’s jaw is tensed and his hazel eyes have taken more of its godly golden hues. Jin’s Divine characteristics will only show whenever he possesses strong emotions. His eyes have completely turned golden as he fiddles with the pendant. He is insanely worried for his best friend for Yoongi is known to make impulsive decisions that may and may not cost everyone their asses. ‘Of course, I should. It’s only right, right?’ He wonders, fingers grabbing the ruby a tad bit too tightly.

             “Yoongi isn’t stupid, you know.” Namjoon mumbles staring at the beautiful male before him, worry etches on his lover’s delicate features. The demon takes the cigarette that was sitting in between his plump lips with his thumb and forefinger and blows the smoke before he looks away. He is equally as worried as his lover. But instead of making a run towards his prince, he hopes Yoongi would seek for his insights before doing anything.

             “You’re right, he isn’t. But he’s known for making rash decisions and he’s someone who acts impulsively. For all you know he has long flown back to Gehenna.” Jin huffs, folding his arms across his chest. Gehenna is the central city of Infernum and is where the castle is located. “Can’t you please go check on him?” Jin stops in his tracks as he looks at Namjoon who is leaning against the railings of the balcony as the demon flicks the ash on the ash tray that looks like a gold dipped leaf.

             “He’s still on Earth. You can feel him, can’t you?” The demon takes another whiff before putting the cigarette off.

             “Yes, but for how long?” The beautiful male with golden eyes looks straight into his lover’s black eyes. He can see his own reflection in Namjoon’s void eyes and looks away. “Things are already bad enough in Gehenna. You heard Styx-noona, didn’t you? He has an army of Aqrabuamelu and Gogmagogs. If Yoongi were to charge head on-“ Jin stops himself as he grabs the pendant harder and digs his nails into his palm with the other hand that is balled up into a fist.

“Then what do you want Yoongi-hyung to do, love?” Namjoon asks, pushing his hair upwards. “Save himself and hide? Should he throw the Fallens away and see his kingdom fall down to ashes?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Jin mumbles.

“I know. But, you can’t expect him to stay idle. Yoongi-hyung isn’t like that.”

“He once was.” Jin argues petulantly and when Namjoon didn’t reply him, Jin knows he’s being childish again. “Okay,” He sighs, frowning. “So, what will happen if Yoongi knows about what happened to Hos-”

             “What will happen if I know about who?” Yoongi asks, perching on the railing of the balcony with his grand wings on display. Namjoon immediately turns around and gives space for his prince to step on the ground. Jin follows suit as the beautiful male crosses his arms across his chest.

“Well, we’re about to find out.” Namjoon mumbles as Yoongi lands on the solid ground and retracts his wings back in. Yoongi had originally looked at Jin for answers but when he sees for a split second the Divine’s eyes turn to the right, Yoongi immediately finds out that Jin is trying to sugar coat it. At that point, in Yoongi’s eyes, Jin is no longer relevant to give him the answers he wants. Therefore, the prince averts his eyes towards his advisor. Namjoon isn’t like his lover. He’s a straight forward man. It’s probably because it’s always better if you don’t try to cover shit up when a problem comes. It makes the solving easier. “So?” The prince asks, greyish blue eyes staring straight into his advisor’s eyes.

             “Hob-ah got stabbed.” Yoongi looks taken aback at the answer but still keeps a tight hold of his breaking façade. Namjoon quickly analyses Yoongi as he chooses his next words carefully. “Guk is currently looking up into the matter but it seems that the perpetrator wasn’t aiming for his vital organs. The incision is deep and it hit his wings so he will need some time to get back on his feet.”

             “Where was he attacked?” Namjoon licks his lower lip as he wonders on how to answer his prince. When his advisor hesitates to answer him, Yoongi presses on. “Namjoon, I’ll ask again.” It was no secret that Yoongi has been livid since he received the call from Guk. First, it’s the bastard in his abode and now Hoseok got slashed. Why does everyone think it’s okay to fuck with him? “Where. The. Fuck did he get stabbed?”

             “Bunga.” Namjoon sees how Yoongi’s eyes change in a matter of seconds and he had never been truly afraid of the prince before him until he witnesses how heavy the air gets almost immediately after. Bunga is a restricted area where ill willed creatures and evil spirits like Sluaghs can’t enter. Yoo Jung have made it so and the barrier had been up for as long as she’s alive and well.

             ‘If Hobi is attacked in Bunga… Shit.’ Yoongi grits his teeth as he tries to let the situation sink in properly. He has too much on his plate at the time and he couldn’t attend to all of them personally. The prince knows he can handle the bastard in his own birth country and his trusted advisor to handle the mermaid in Sweden. “Namjoon,”

“Sweden, right?” His dark pink haired advisor immediately calls Jackson as he patiently explains the change of plans.

And now, who will Yoongi send to check on his mother? He usually sends Hoseok but unfortunately, the angel isnt deemed to be useful at the moment. A certain blonde-haired Divine with hazel eyes should be the next most suitable candidate but the demon knows how much the older man hates returning to his roots. The next most suitable candidate is the prince himself. ‘Is it possible to check on mom before going back to Gehenna?’ Yoongi wonders and purses his lips.  

             “Don’t make such an ugly face, Yoongi.” Jin sighs, hand still twirling the ruby necklace. Kim Seokjin knows that he had done so much for Min Yoongi in the past but nothing he does can ever top the favour Yoongi had made for him; the one that grants him freedom. “I’ll go confirm Queen Yoo Jung’s status. I just need you to promise me to not be fucking stupid and use your head once in a while.” The blonde said without any bite behind it.

“Maybe I am an idiot but are you even aware that you’re serving the wrong king?” The mint-haired mumbles.

“Oh, please.” Seokjin snorts. “Wrong king, right king… Is there even such a thing? If you ever need my insight on this, I think there is no such thing as a right ruler. There is only a ruler who is more humane. So, if you’re telling me to stop, I will refuse. Why? Because I am listening to a ruler who cares about his people. Also, don’t give me a lecture on the whole Hera thing. The old hag can go fuck herself for all I care. There’s nothing wrong in helping you at all. Pushing everything aside, I’m just helping my friend.” The hazel eyed Divine places his hand on Yoongi’s head. If Aphrodite can give pleasure to those she touches, Jin calms them down. “On another hand, please bring Gukkie along with you if you’re planning to go to Gehenna. We don’t know what kind of army the bastard owns so please don’t go alone. Please. Going alone is no different than committing suici-.”

“Alright,” Yoongi sighs, cutting his friend off. “You’re babbling and I understand where you’re coming from.” Yoongi looks up to Jin and closes his eyes in frustration when he sees the worry behind his friend’s clear, golden eyes. “I want results and I dont want you to come back injured.”

“Where’s your fucking trust, Yoongi?” Jin huffs, fingers playing with the ruby pendant. He isn’t confident about this at all. But he’s the only one fit for this job at the moment. He knows it. Yoongi knows it. Namjoon knows it.

“Alright, then. Get me Gukkie.”  

‘I guess Jimin and my banana chocolate milkshake and coffee have to wait.’

             As soon as Jin enters the entrance to Olympus with his see-through pink floral lace shirt and a pair of black trousers and long earrings, he immediately received ‘the glorious’ unwanted attention. He takes off his rose coloured sunglasses with a fancy twirl of his hand before putting them on his fluffy hair. His hazel eyes hold his anxiety behind the fake confidence his form radiates. His plump glittered and glossed lips curls upwards into a smile as he takes in the city he loves so much but never misses. How can he not love Olympus? The place radiates from the most expensive jewels and rocks they make his feet tremble. There are so many beautiful things, they blind his hazel eyes.

             Gold isnt as precious here in Paradisus than it is on Earth. In the city of Olympus, gold aren’t worn as accessories. Instead, they are moulded to be used as a primary ingredient to for a lot of things and some of which are the manors of the Gods and Goddesses, cutleries and toilet seats. Precious metals on earth are only used and utilized in that way. Stones that can be found on Earth usually grace the very ground they walk on. The Divines only wear precious stones found in the land of Paradisus and they are nothing compared to the Cartier Seokjin wears so proudly around his neck. He then thought that maybe he could get either Namjoon or Yoongi to get him upset to get his hands on one of the beautiful diamond earrings he saw which are sold at a highly ridiculous price.

Neverthless, he walks with his head up high; showing it off as he smiles at the way the ruby shines and how it complements his skin tone. He smiles at everyone he crosses paths with politely. Even though they are all judging him with their eyes, Seokjin tries to not let them get to him. One of the children running around has her eyes fixated on him and it warms his heart to see that at least the young don’t judge him. He waves his hand at her as to which she giddily replies back with two hands. When her mother turns to look, Seokjin couldnt explain how mortified and disgusted she was at her daughter for waving at him. “Darling, don’t mix around with someone like that. He is a humiliation to us all.” Seokjin frowns at the ‘subtlety’ before she drags her daughter away.

The little girl, however disregards her mother and continues to wave at him. He gives her a genuine smile as he begins to get hyperaware of the attention he receives just by waving at a little girl. And so, he continued walking down the streets. He isnt even dressed his level best and he couldn’t help but indulge the attention they shower him and the whispers that come with the ogling. ‘Have I really became this handsome to get this kind of attention from everyone?’ he thought smugly even when deep down, he knows that, that isnt the case.

             Kim Seokjin is very used to the looks they throw his way. Their gazes – he noted – have never changed and neither did the content of their loud whispers. ‘Ugh someone please give them a tutorial on how to be subtle.’ He thought bitterly as he shamelessly struts onto Paradisus’s busiest street. The Divines mostly have a colourful vocabulary when it comes to describe Seokjin, Aphrodite’s only son as the latter embraces and welcomes the hatred and disgust in their eyes. It makes him feel welcomed; it makes him feel at home – for his mother has the same pair of eyes as them. He grew up with those eyes.

When he thinks about it… Yoongi and Namjoon are the only two who didn’t look at him like he’s a vile creature who isnt worth taking care of. They look at him the way he had always wanted to be seen – raw and beautiful and thirsty of love. He dare say his thirst is now half quench by the attention and the love Namjoon showered him every night. Every little kiss and touch – all so careful and full of love. Namjoon treated him like he’s fragile – like he’s the most precious stone in Paradisus and again and again he devotes his love for him until Seokjin couldn’t breathe.

And just like that, he becomes prettier with every attention and love.

             As for Yoongi, it was maybe that fateful day where Yoongi beat the other Divine kids up and stood up for him. The prince yelled something about friendships and loyalty. It used to be hilarious in his ears but as Seokjin gets to know the prince, he realised that all Yoongi had ever wanted was to be seen and deemed enough for his father. Yoongi was just like him.

             Seokjin is snapped out of his daydream when a familiar perfume hits his olfactory. The perfume – this wretched flowery scent that is smothering and asphyxiating him means she is close. And she is the reason why he dreaded coming back.

While his wild, fearful eyes roamed the streets, his heart stops when his hazel eyes finally meet her own pair of hazel. The colour and the liquid in their eyes are the same as the mother and son stared at each other from across the street.

             Yoongi and Jeongguk had parted ways the minute they open a portal to Infernum. Yoongi had gone to Gehenna, the central city while Jeongguk went to the Styx River near the Saqar district where Styx and her lover, Acheron resides. As soon as Jeongguk gets there, the heavy air of Infernum begins to take a toll on him. He breaks into fits of cough as he tries to calm his body. His body must have gone into a shock due to change on environment. It isnt because he had spent most of his life on Earth but it’s more like he couldn’t spend the rest of his life in Infernum. Jeongguk has always resented this weak part of him but how can he ever reject the ones who made him?

             When he calmed down, Jeongguk took small and frequent breaths to calm his body down and once it is more familiar with the air, he is finally able to breathe normally again. ‘Baby steps,’ he reminds himself as he makes his way to Styx and Acheron’s love nest. When their small house is in view, Jeongguk jogs slowly towards their house, still being mindful of the limited air he could take in. As soon as the house is in proximity, he hears Styx’s loud screams and without much thinking, Jeongguk bolts towards the door, ignoring the burn in his chest and the ripples of violent coughs that are trying to escape his system.

He had broken the door down when Styx screamed louder only to find her struggling in her lover’s arms. “Hyung, what’s happening?” Jeongguk asks as Acheron keeps a vice grip on his lover’s fluid body. He keeps letting her slip past his fingers and she keeps crying and screaming. It was insanity. It was pure chaos.

“Her eyes were gouged out.” Acheron said to the black-haired boy standing in the middle of his home in a grim voice as he tackles Styx into a hug. “Please, love…” He whispers into her ear in a begging tone. “Please come back to me.” He repeats in the same soothing voice as he rocks her back and forth. “Love, please, listen to me. It’s alright, now. The prince had come. Jeongguk is here, too. No one is going to hurt you anymore.” Styx’s eyes are her weak spot and also her strong spot. She has now turned to water and her eyes are the only thing that she was allowed to keep to witness the oaths taken by the gods and goddesses – Fallens, Divines and everything in between.

And now, it has been taken away from her.

With a final scream, Styx had thrown something away before she passes out. One of the things that she had thrown hit his favourite brown boots. Out of curiosity, he had bend over and taken the peculiar object. His blood turns cold when he realises the object had been her eye. Jeongguk knows for a fact that gotten her eyes ripped off hurt and growing it out hurt even more. The memories that came with it are even worse. “Help Y’ngi.” Styx mumbles in her sleep and Acheron looks at her, pained to leave her side.

“Hyung, go. I’ll stay with her.” Jeongguk said and with a curt nod, Acheron left. Who was he to defy his lover and the prince’s brother? As soon as the Guardian Acheron left, Jeongguk stares at the eyeball in his hand and without hesitation, he pops the eyeball into his mouth.

Yoongi had never once in his life ever thought that he will have to face this situation one day. It is rather hilarious to him that these are the creatures that was once sweeping and cleaning the ground he walks on and now are throwing a rebellion against him. ‘All the fucking ugly and ungrateful little pieces of shit.’ He growls as his eyes scan the giants, the race of destruction – the Gog Magogs and the Aqrabuamelu flooding his castle.

Amongst them, he could see 4 of his fine palace guards with their weapons pointed straight at him.

“Prince Yoongi, please, we don’t want to hurt you.” Leviathan pleads as she slithers closer to him.

“Come on, Levi, don’t be a pussy. We’ve all been waiting for a long time to kick his ass and this whole rebellion is a perfect chance.” Mammon jumps on his feet. It has been a while since he had gotten excited.

“Yes, but not like this, Mammon.” Leviathon frowns, looking at her prince sorrowly. “He’s still our prince and any attacks on him will mean treason.” The serpent tries to reason out.

“You, not wanting to serve our rightful king itself is treason.” One of the Gogmagogs hiss as they raise their weapon up.

“How dare you raise those things you call weapons up against me?” Leviathan turns, her eyes turning dark red. “Know your place for I can easily gobble you all up.”

“You should watch your mouth. There’s a million of us. Remember that our kind are made to destroy. We are the race who will drink all your seas up and beyond.” One of them seethes. “We are enough to devour you.”

“Enough.” Yoongi said, retracting his wings. “I didn’t come here to witness your fight. Those who wish to fight me may advance and those who you don’t, stand back.” The prince said, eyes turning black and the first two who came lunging at him had him swat them back just fine. When the giants came in and the Aqrabuamelu joined the party, Yoongi knows he was fucked.

He could feel his wings getting plucked off and his skin bitten off. The giants had kicked him and slammed him against the tiles.

Before he blacked out, he could taste the blood in his mouth and randomly thought that maybe something with marshmallows would taste more like Jimin.

Back in a hospital in one of Paradisus’s province, Mejiwoo was looking out of the window from her hospital bed with a cup of strawberry flavoured tea in her hands. She had requested to be sent to a more peaceful area of Paradisus where the Gods and Goddesses here are much tamer than they are in the capital. They are less stuck up and acted more of a Divine here in the countryside. They teach their children to be grateful and happy. It the only place where the buildings aren’t built with gold and pavement aren’t paved with precious stones. Everything is normal, peaceful and calm.

And suddenly, the beautiful angel thought of her twin brother. Three soft knocks on the door before it opens, revealing an elderly nurse, holding a bouquet of hyacinths. She stares at the bouquet in her arms and sighs. “Throw them away.” She said, frowning.

“Are you sure, honey?”

“Yes. I don’t need those flowers.”

“But the sender must have felt really guilty. They are always hyacinths…”

“I know what they mean.” Mejiwoo said, not meaning to be rude as she bites her lower lip. “It’s just I’m waiting for a sign to know that he remembers me.”  

And it’s true. She couldn’t bear to face him knowing that he wouldn’t remember each touch and each kiss and memories engraved in her heart. It hurt. Each day, she was hoping for another flower – the flower. So that she knows Yoongi can somehow remember her or even remember what they have been through. She wasn’t searching for forgiveness. She had forgiven him a long time ago. She just wants him to remember. Remember himself, remember her, remember them.

“Please, Yoongi.  Please, remember me.” Mejiwoo whispers into the air like a secret as it evaporates into the air.

#yoonmin #bts yoonmin #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #beyond the scenes #demon au #kim namjoon #rm #bts namjoon #kim seokjin #bts jin #Namjin #bts namjin #min yoongi #suga #bts suga #yoongi #jung hoseok #hoseok #jhope #bts hobi #park jimin #bts jimin #kim taehyung #bts v #taehyung #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #bts jungkook #the prophecy

[thefanficwriter]

Imbroglio: Chapter 1

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1600

Summary:  Your entire life has been uprooted as you head to Asgard after being betrothed to Loki. You want nothing to do with him or the mystery surrounding his actions but as you learn more about him, your feelings begin to change into something a bit more extraordinary.

A/N: I wrote 2 chapters of this story years ago and I don’t think I’m ever going to finish this but I figured I might as well share this with you guys. 

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror as a servant finished buttoning your dress. You admired the way that the blue fabric clung to your curves, however it was only a reminder of the rather sad situation you were in.

Your father was the ruler of a quaint village not far from Asgard. As his daughter, you had become accustomed to the inner workings of politics between the neighboring towns and your own. While your village was a small one, its position was ideal and your father held much power, leading to all other towns wanting to ally themselves with yours. This, of course, included Asgard. Your father and Odin had been friendly for years, but a rebellious village, Kvivik, had put stress on the entire realm. To ensure that your father's village and Odin's remained allies, you had been betrothed to youngest of his sons, Loki.

You had met Loki a number of times at balls or visits to the palace, and while he had always been kind to you, you had heard the stories of the terrible things that he did, of the monster that he was, and the idea of being with him for the rest of your life frightened you.

Yet here you were, getting dressed to go to the palace where you would live for the next few months leading up to the wedding. Part of you knew that this was your duty, that being the daughter of an important official entailed certain responsibilities. But the other part of you was bitter and spiteful that your father would pawn you off and use you as a bargaining chip. You let out a sigh and tried not to harbor any bad feelings towards your father at the moment. This would most likely be the last time that you would see him until the wedding and you didn't want to spend it angry with him.

After taking a deep breath, you left your room and made your way to the front gates of the castle. You knew that the palace in Asgard was much more lavish than yours but you were still going to miss your home. Your whole life had taken place there and now you were expected to just pack up and leave. Thinking about it made you feel a strange combination of angry and sad so you decided it would just be best to meet your family outside. Taking one last look around, you opened the front gates and walked into the early morning sun.

Your mother, father, and sister greeted you with sad smiles as you eyed the carriage waiting in the street. Your bags had already been loaded into it by the the servants and the driver stood next to the horses patiently. All that was left to do was say goodbye. Slowly, you turned to your family, holding back tears. Why did this have to be so difficult? Your sister, Astrid, suddenly wrapped her arms around your neck and sobbed.

"I'll miss you." She said as you held her close and tried not to cry. Finally she let go and stood back, wiping away a few tears. "Okay, it's okay. It'll be alright." She said, seemingly trying to convince herself more than you that everything would be just fine.

You sucked in a breath and nodded, forcing a smile towards her. "It'll just be a few months until the wedding. And I promise to write you every week." This seemed to calm her and you were able to turn you attention to your parents.

Your mother smiled, though she had tears in her eyes. "We are so proud of you. I know that this may not be easy but you have always been strong, and intelligent, and resilient. I am so grateful to call you my daughter."

You thanked her while your father put a hand on your shoulder. "You will bring honor to us and I know you will be a wonderful wife to the prince." You smiled and nodded, bringing your parents in for a hug.

"Well then, I guess it's time for me to leave." You took a deep breath. "I love you all very much and will do my best to make you proud." You didn't want to say goodbye so instead you opted for, "Until I see you again," and turned to walk towards the carriage. The driver opened the door and you stepped in, trying to regain your composure. Once the door was shut you looked out the window to your family. When the carriage jolted forward they began to wave and you sent a halfhearted wave back.

Once they were out of view you sat back against the seat, desperately trying to convince yourself that life with Loki would be fine. But the more you thought about it, the more the pit in your stomach grew until you thought you might be sick, so you stared out the window, attempting to think about anything except arriving at the palace.

Soon enough though, you saw the scenic landscape turn into the glorious inner walls of the city. The views were beautiful, but Asgard never seemed like a place to call home. You loved to visit the city yet the idea of living there was completely unappealing. Everything seemed too formal, too expensive, and too pretentious. The carriage pulled up in front of the palace and you took a deep breath as the driver came around to open your door.

You focused on just putting one foot in front of the other as you followed a servant up the steps into the main hall. There, the royal family waited to greet you. You fell into a low curtsey once in front of them. "My King. My Queen." You said, bowing your head towards Odin and Frigga. Frigga gave you a warm smile as you moved down the line to Thor and Loki.

"Prince Loki." You said, avoiding his eyes. He nodded politely and forced a smile.

"Prince Thor." You said quietly. He smiled at you and grabbed your hand in his own, bringing it to his lips.

"It's always a pleasure, Princess (Y/N)." He said. Thor helped put you at ease immediately with his big smile and friendly eyes.

Odin began to speak. “We are so pleased that you have come to join us in these upcoming months before you and Loki are wed.” Very formal. Of course.

“It is an honor, my King.” You felt bile rise up in the back of your throat at the mention of the wedding but you tried not to let it show. Your eyes flicked to Loki who was staring at you intensely.

You turned your gaze back to Odin and Frigga, who was still smiling at you. “You must be tired darling,” she said. “We’ll have a servant show you to your living quarters.”

A young girl stepped forward from her place against the wall. “Right this way, Princess,” she said, bowing her head. You followed behind her as she worked her way through the maze of corridors. You had never been in this part of the castle before but it was just as beautiful as the rest of it. After winding your way down hallway after hallway, you finally arrived in front of a gorgeous set of french doors. The girl opened them and you stepped inside, taking in how nice the room was.

There was a glorious book shelf that took up one wall of the room and a beautiful mosaic on the wall opposite. A huge window took up the furthest wall from the door, overlooking the courtyard. Not knowing how much time you would be spending in this room, you were relieved to find out that you would at least have a wonderful view. A fire was going in the fireplace, making the room seem very cozy.

The girl followed into the room after you, turning left and pointing out a door that you had missed. “The bathroom is in here. I hope you find everything to your liking.”

“I’m sure everything will be just fine.” You said to her.

“Well, please let me know if there is anything I can do for you. I would recommend that you get some sleep. You must be awfully tired after your long trip here.” The idea of going to bed became very alluring to you. Maybe it was because you were so nervous, but you hadn’t even realized how tired you had become. “It has been requested that you meet with Prince Loki tomorrow morning. Someone will be in to wake you and help you dress.”

“Wait, I’m meeting with Loki tomorrow? What for?” The uneasiness lurked its way back into you at the thought of spending time alone with Loki.

“I’m afraid I am not sure, my lady, but I can assure you, there is nothing to fear.” The look in her eyes told you otherwise. “If that is all, Princess, I bid you goodnight.” She turned and left the room, shutting your doors softly.

You sighed and walked over to the large bed sitting up against the wall, falling on top of it and letting yourself relax. You could stress about meeting with Loki after you wake up, but right now all you wanted to do was sleep. You forced yourself to stand back up and made your way over to your bags which were sitting on the floor. You pulled out a nightgown and quickly changed into it before slowly walking back to the bed and pulling yourself under the covers. The stress of the day had really taken it out of you and it did not take long before you were pulled from consciousness by the hands of sleep.

#loki x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x you #reader insert #loki x y/n #y/n #marvel #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #preference #one shot #imbroglio #tom hiddleston #mcu #au

[prinzenhasserin]

Fandom5K 2018

Dear Writer!

I had so much fun doing this exchange last year, and please don’t feel obligated to use my prompts. This letter is just in case you might want to poke at some more of my likes. Generally, I’m open to a lot, and will be happy with any rating from gen to explicit.

My AO3 account is here. My prompts are pretty ridiculous in places. That’s just how my mind works! Feel free to play them entirely straight, or subvert them to your hearts desire. I’m not so much a fan of darkfic, exceptions apply for hopeful/happy resolutions.

Feel also free to include other characters or OCs as side-characters, if they are necessary because of plot reasons. ❤️

(If this letter cribs a lot from my other letters, it’s because I’m lazy, and my likes don’t change around that much :D You can find some of my other letters under the exchange letter tag. I hope you have fun creating!)

Likes:

loyalty

odd couples!

found family, dysfunctional families that nevertheless love each other

historical stories for same-sex pairings that aren't unhappy but that fit with the society of the time (so like, spinster ladies living together; bachelors-for-life); I also like homophobia-free societies!

cultural differences! age differences! height differences!

heists, rescue missions

character driven narratives

dragons, fairy tales, magical realism, urban fantasy

Space AUs

competent characters

people not realising they’re the most competent at their job/hobby

people failing their way to success

happy endings, earning your happy ending, open yet hopeful endings

cynical humour

mutual pining

everything is better in suits, corsetry, fancy dresses

crossdressing

Identity shenanigans (secret identities, mistaken identities)

Blatant Lies

Enemies becoming friends and/or lovers

outsider POV

epistolary, poetry, unusual narrative formats

orange/blue morality (that is, not entirely human morality); grey/grey morality

non-verbal expressions of affection

Kinks I’m always down for:

wall sex

shifting power dynamics

semi-public sex

lots of foreplay, drawn out orgasms, edging

desperate sex, drunk sex, we-just-can’t-help-it!sex, sex for life-affirming

sex toys

sex toys in public (though I get embarrassed if someone else notices)

DNWs:

infidelity in mentioned pairings

suicide

permanent character death

Yuri!!!on Ice

Pairing: Lilia Baranovskaya/Okukawa Minako

Freeform Tags: Getting Together, Established Relationship, Interpersonal Drama, Smut, Character Development

How do these two know each other? Did they meet when Minako was a shining new ingenue? Did Lilia feel like her position was threatened, or did she teach her replacement? Was Minako perhaps the reason for Lilia/Yakov's divorce, or was she perhaps Lilia's rebound? (I would love if there was a presence of time and place in this, if the characters background would be a strong drive for whatever they are doing, but PWP would be great too)

…they are my favourite pairing coming from Yuri!!! on Ice, because they seem so utterly competent, and have amazing life journeys, and yet they are only hinted at in the series.

I know I don’t want infidelity, except here I wouldn’t mind if Lilia and Yakov are married still (they could be separated, or just in an open relationship, or on their way to get a divorce, too)

Minako seducing an older, more experienced Lilia? Lilia seducing her bright-eyed ingenue

Minako and Lilia competing for the same roles, and admiring each other’s techniques without being able to admit it.

Or, during canon, applying their rivalry indirectly by competing with their skaters?

Les Trois Mousquetaires | The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas

Pairing: d’Artagnan/Athos; d’Artagnan/Jussac

Freeforms: Action/Adventure, Getting Together, Canon-Style Plot, AU - Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic

d’Artagnan/Athos

d'Artagnan pays so much attention to Athos, and his many swings of temperament, and he has such a crush on him! It's hard to tell if he wants to be him, or bang him, and I really really want the latter. When Athos says, he's sworn off of women, what he means, he's only interested in men, right? right? that is to say, I'd love canon divergence, where they end up together (and please, with the possibility of longterm happiness) If you want to set this before Milady's appearance, sure! If you want to set this after Milady's appearance, I would love to see the dramatic fallout of Milady flirting with d'Artagnan, or hurt/comfort after Athos kills his wife the second time.

Treville makes them root out the Cardinal’s spies out of his ranks! They have to spend a lot of time close together; or Treville makes them go on duty together, because Athos is very experienced, and that’s not the only thing he’s experienced with ;)

d’Artagnan needs help managing the estate the King grants him, and Athos lends a helping hand 

I like a good helping about catholic guilt, but not just specifically about homosexuality. 

d’Artagnan/Jussac

Then, there's also Jussac--and their rivalry is set up so well! The longstanding Cardinal's Guard against the new impulsive Musketeer? Perfection. And then Jussac disappears, and it made me so sad. So, rival hate!sex? Are they assigned to protect someone and have to arrange themselves with each other? Are they banding together for a greater enemy? Is one of them blackmailed for their sexuality, and they can only go to the other for help, because nobody is going to believe the gossip they have about the other? I'd prefer if the blackmail doesn't put emphasis on homophobia, just that the sexual behaviour was not socially acceptable.

They are wooing the same mistress. Because of reasons, they have to hide in her closet together, and the only reasonable recourse of action is banging each other. 

Foiling an assassination attempt? getting imprisoned together, because they duelled in public?

I'd also be game for a total AU! But please preserve the general fucked up character dynamics, because they are what I like about this canon.

Gokusen (Manga)

Pairing: Sawada Shin/Yamaguchi Kumiko

Freeforms: Canon-Style Plot, Humor, Mystery/Procedural, Smut, Slice of Life

I want to see Yankumi/Shin as a couple so badly--and I would like to see how they interact with the world. Will Shin become a Yakuza member to oppose his father? Will Yankumi be accused of using the highschool as a Yakuza front? Will she still call Shin to come and help her beat up people when he's a fancy lawyer? How will the other groups react to Yamaguchi's boy toy?

How does Shin convince Yankumi to have sex with him? (A wonderful fic I got was with plenty of bad yakuza movies, which :D :D :D but I am always open for more! Maybe Shin speaks to Kumiko’s competitive spirit? Maybe he asks her to spite the police commissioner, by doing it in his house? Maybe there is some heavy kissing because they are trying to escape thugs/police/Kumiko’s students?)  Is he getting kidnapped left and right before they actually get together because all and sundry already think they’ve been doing each other for years?

If they are already in an established relationship, how does Shin deal with Yankumi’s students (especially when one of them develops a crush)?

I’d be also super interested to see how other people view their relationship, like Shin’s father, Kumiko’s grandfather, the other yakuza groups, her students– or simply Kumiko and Shin setting out to fight an up-and-coming group of delinquents, rescuing kittens, or Shirokin, from an overzealous school commissioner?

I have no problems about depicting violence, or graphic criminal activities, but please no major crimes involving children.

Crossover Fandom

Pairings:  Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)/Cher Horowitz (Clueless); Jane Marple (Miss Marple)/Phryne Fischer (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries); John Constantine (Hellblazer)/Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

Freeforms: Canon-Style Plot, Mystery/Procedural, Smut

Elle Woods/Cher Horowitz

I imagine them meeting at a charity dinner, wearing the same dress and insisting that the other wears it better. Or through a sorority donation drive, where Elle lets her car get washed by girls in Bikini, and then they start flirting. Or, if you want to use the other Legally Blonde movie--how about Elle Woods running for Senate, and meeting Cher during a workshop for foreign policy? I'd love to see either one of them running for office, too.

I am here for all the tropes: does one of them have an ex who invited them to their wedding, and they really need a date? high school reunion? stranger at a bar? 

Also excellent would be: Elle does criminal law, Cher is in charity work, and they need to solve this embezzlement case.

But I’m also here for the porn, because that would also be amazing. Or like, buying a house together. Getting married. Deciding to adopt a puppy together.

Jane Marple/Phryne Fisher

Do they meet during the war? We know Phryne was an ambulance driver, but maybe Jane's code division was a euphemism for spy work, and Phryne has to get her across enemy terrain? Would also love a story later in their lives, where they visit each other to solve murders and gossip about life.

teaming up to solve a murder!

teaming up to drive a poor inspector up the wall

teaming up during the war, codebreaking! and seeking comfort with each other

they went to girl’s school together, and now have to relive old glory days!

definitely here for Phryne and Jane being each other’s lesbian experience

John Constantine/Severus Snape

It's a pairing with everything I ever wanted: So much inferiority complex wrapped in a shabby facade with too much bravado and not enough sense of when to back down, and they're both such delightful fuck-ups and it's glorious. I mean, this is definitely not the first evil person who John Constantine wanted to fuck, and it's nice that he sometimes helps out with the more structured magic. AU's are great, as long as they both keep their magic, and their general personality. Would also read a Severus-Snape-Lives!AU in which he's resurrected because the devil didn't want him, or whatever, or he goes to the US to hide with a more Legends of Tomorrow!Constantine. Basically, anything is good.

they’d be so glorious together! I’m here for all the fucked-up-ness this pairing can generate

hatesex? sex pollen? :D i hate repeating myself, but really, anything would be great; I’d love a AU in which John convinces Severus to not join the death eaters because they are all wankers anyway

or a AU in which Severus survives and joins John on madcap adventures trying to survive eldritchs horrors

or like, a one-night-stand that ends in Severus hearing the prophecy and defecting from Lord Voldemort

also, I’d love if they’d bonded up over their chavness, or something. really, anything would be great

Original Work

Freeforms: Smut, Getting Together, Mystery/Procedural, Action/Adventure, Humor

17th Century French King's Male Musketeer/17th Century French Cardinal's Male Guard

The Musketeer/Cardinal’s Guard request comes from my love of 'enemies to lovers' and 'love across enemy lines'. The real life feud between the two corps is a great premise for this! I'm more interested in the adventures they have. How do they resolve it? Do they end up getting new jobs, or succeed in ending the feud, or forever pretend to hate each other? 

(See also my prompts for d’Artagnan/Jussac for a more specific pairing of this dynamic!)

Some interesting prompts:

The King requests that they work together to... guard a diplomat? foil an assassination? root out some bandits?

They start wooing the same woman, but then it turns into some strange kind of one-up-manship, and then it turns into gay chicken, and then it turns into a proper relationship and when they retire they get a cottage in the woods somewhere

they hunt down the thief who stole the King’s jewels and happen to get into a storm. Luckily, there’s an inn not far from where they are, but when they get there, there’s only one bed...

Art Thief/Museum Curator

This is also an excellent request for enemies to lovers! Do they meet during a casing of the joint, all the while the museum curator thinks the art thief is just a normal art appreciator? Or the Thief becomes an art thief because the museum curator is bemoaning that more and more of the art disappears into private collections far away from the public eye?

I’m here for all the identity shenanigans! maybe the curator realises their new lover is a thief, and they deliberately talk about paintings that they’d like to see, and fake incredulity when they’re suddenly rediscovered?

fake dating that turns into real feelings?

I have no preference for gender combination! I’d love this dynamic absolutely anywhere, anytime. Singapore 2018? Paris 1940? New York 1920? Set in space? 

Or like, the museum curator finds them in the act of stealing, and is more upset about how they keep handling the priceless art than the actual stealing (it belongs to the jerkass major who cut funding for the arts, you see)

Master Thief/Put Upon Art Restorer Just Trying To Do Their Job FFS Steal This One Next Week

Basically, the same prompts as above apply! I’m very interested in this rivalry! How does it play out? Does the Thief only steal sanctioned paintings? Does the art restorer understand what kind of power they have?

Is the Thief trying to slowly seduce the art restorer by getting them “new” paintings to restore, and the art restorer is just... very done with this.

perhaps the thief keeps faking these very elaborate paintings, and aging them with all sorts of techniques, and the art restorer is just, like “why would you do this to art?”

Female Mobster/Woman Who Is Running Their Front As A Legitimate Business

I love the dynamic of scary person/person who is not afraid to talk shit about them -- and I can see the endless conflict there could be between the two of them. What is this Front? A restaurant? An orphanage? A charity organisation? Either one would be great, and need a lot of know-how, and the female Mobster can just suck it up and keep hauling in the crates, because they need this, dammit.

One gets kidnapped by rivals, and the other has to go in to save her

the mobster was just looking for someone to run the front-- they don’t need it to make any profit, since it’s just a front, but now it’s evolving into an actual business conglomerate, and all thanks to one woman--success is very attractive

Selkie Pirate Captain

Look, okay, I love Age of Sail, and I love fairytales. I just think the adventures of a pirate captain selkie could be super interesting!

Do they fret about the crew finding out about their secret? I’m very into found family tropes, and it would be very interesting to see how the crew reacts to the reveal. Perhaps they’ve known all along? And tried to protect their captain to the best of their abilities?

The best thing about selkie captains is that they are resistant to sirens, and they can always find the way home, in every storm

I’d read about them going treasure hunting! Or perhaps captain is after a Great White Whale and their life’s mission is to see it dead

would also read a shipfic! (heh)

#exchange letter #fandom5k letter

[mariemarvelbear]

Assemble

Avengers x Reader

Warning: Angst.So much Angst.Slow burn angst.Abuse.Mention of rape.Brainwashed.ANGST.Blood.Torture.Swearing.Kidnapping.

Part 25

Loss and grief are things one can never become truly accustomed to. One can say that they are, but there will almost always be a searing pain in the individuals’ heart when thoughts of those they have lost resurface. Steve’s mind continued to wander, sitting in the pilot seat in front of the quinjet; which is a first. Steve never operated the jet, unless it was only a two-three members mission; Natasha and Clint always liked being the pilots and he never butted in. He let them be, He also liked the time where he can get ready for the mission, or just lounge around like Bucky and Sam does- But most importantly, He likes being with Eviana for a short period of time without the teasing of the group. And now, As the team was off to save you;hopefully for the last time- Steve wanted to do it right. And to start that was to be the one who’d fly the quinjet, so that he can see first handed where they are- as the agony of waiting silently was killing him. “We found her Steve. 100% positive,Captain.” The voice of Natasha repeating again and again in his mind, “FRIDAY did full face and body recognition. It’s her.”

 Back then, the sight of Eviana’s small and compact mess around the compound caused only slight annoyance to the team, you weren’t as organize as you would exclaim you were. Whenever you were done in a mission, you’d throw your pink blanket and dirty top onto the sofa-revealing you in your sports bra with no care given to the wide eyed Steve and mouth agape Tony- your gloves trailing as you enter your room-ready for a hot bath. However, after your passing, anything related to you caused tension and tears. It was a battle in itself to walk around, seeing the traces of the girl the team had come to love. And now, as they were towards the last known location Korvac was- The entire team couldn’t help but stare at your pink blanket smoothly folded in the side of the jet, where yours and Bruce’s blankets stay- since you also liked to take a nap after every mission you’d guys go to. Nat’s eyes glimmered in hope,her eyes staying a bit longer to the salmon colored cloth-imagining her little sister wrapped in it. “Eyes on the road, Romanoff.” Steve mumbled, interrupting the assassin’s train of thought.

 “Are we there yet?” Wanda’s soft voiced echoed through the compact space, her eyes darting forward-the scene in front of them answering her raised questions-that was actually circling through everyone’s head. The meadow was a glorious expanse of grass and meadow flowers, grass rustling gently in the breeze, grassy meadow dotted by petite, fragrant daisies. Their sunshiny centers grinned at the whole team while a soft breeze ruffled the white petals. Tall water-mint with pale lilac flowers, like dozens of tiny bells were growing at the edge of the brook; ending to a brook near a humongous castle; little pink butterflies lazily flitting around the lush grass and dipping their tiny feet into a clear, bubbling river. The sky was a deep blue and an occasional cloud would bounce across the heavens like a dancing sheep. “We have arrived, Mr. Stark,” FRIDAY announced, “you should prepare for landing.  I believe Miss Eviana are in the structure 100 yards to the east.  The structure is surrounded by unknown guards, heavily armed.” With a gasp, Wanda wistfully stared upwards as the sun basked their sunken face in its yellow rays of glory. In their hearts they knew, they were close; you were near and now they’ll finally bring you back home.

The scream told of the pain within, confusion. His skin craved the comfort of mother, of soft skin. He needed her scent, the movement of her body and the feeling of his feet leaving the ground for the safety of her arms. “Where’s my mama!Where is she!” Sequoia’s lip trembled, a new set of tears threatening to fall. “Papa!Papa!” He shrieked, his eyes darting towards his father- or so he thought. “Why is mama crying, papa?”

“Make him sleep.” Korvac muttered, his voice no longer soothing and comforting-earning a whimper from the child that clung on his dirtied boots.  “Do not let the child wander off.” He exclaimed; his face plastered with a known look by the entire servants. They knew he was back; He was not the King anymore, but rather the evil leader they all knew he really is. “The Queen is terribly ill, all who wishes to see the queen will not be given permission, all handmaiden is forbidden to enter our wing. Cavaliers and noblemen are to be placed in front of the north wing to guard the premises.”

“You’re bad papa….” Sequoia lisped, trying his best to push away the guy- to show him how mad he is, the feeling of unwantedness was what he felt towards the guy he grew fond of. Though he didn’t truly understand anything the King said, Sequoia knew it wasn’t anything close that he’s going to bring him to his mother. His tantrums were immediate and violent. There was no winding up period, no warning. They were full force from the very start like a bomb with no fuse, just an immediate explosion. But unlike such a blast he could go on for some time, sustained in his rage. His breath turning from quiet and regular to a panting gasp. Korvac went away with no guilt nor remorse in his heart, He didn’t care about the child. He had bigger matters to attend to, without the knowledge of the battle about to unfold in front of him.

The castle was bold on the blue beyond. It stood there as if conjured from the storybook of a child. It was perfect. You could even imagine unicorns in the courtyard, because if those towers could exist, why not? Every stone was even and square, as if those who built were set on perfection, as if they really loved what they made. They were walls made to protect something, for someone- it may be as something like the royal family. But for the Avengers, they knew that the magical castle hid only nothing but lies.

 “Captain?” Steve’s eyes met Tony’s hazel ones. Both of them searching something into the other, as if asking if there was at least a hint of doubt in their hearts. The Captain paused for a moment, contemplating what a mission like this could mean-again, and how it could end-again.  He looked at Tony, feeling that he was seeing the real man for the first time, his emotions clearly visible in his expression.  Both of them knew that both of them was asking for help, but was too proud to actually say the words.  “I’m right here Captain. Let’s save our girl.” The two men looked at each other without speaking, knowing that this was their one and only shot at getting you both back.  Déjà vu had set in for Steve, the once ecstatic feeling of hearing the news of finally having you back was building in his heart again. And the captain could only hope to believe that this would be the last time.  

“Avengers…” Steve looked behind him, one last glance before sending his teammates to their designated areas. He didn’t know what to expect, no one knew. If he would be honest, they’d be going in blind. But no one cared, for four years after your captivity-it’s only been now that they all felt the adrenaline of being a hero, of being an Avenger. Again.

 “Assemble.”

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