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dreamerstreamer · 3 years

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Friendly Figure

Pairing: Fundy x gn!reader (can be read as both romantic & platonic!)

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] While Fundy may have had more than his fair share of poor fatherly figures, he’s more than grateful to have you.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: this was requested by an anon who wanted a story surrounding fundy’s life story within the smp! this ended up being a fun combination of a character study with an actual story, and i loved it. i hope you enjoy, as well!

You waved your arm eagerly as you sank your teeth into another bite of delicious pumpkin pie. “Bye, Niki!” you called out between muffled chews. “Thanks for the pie!”

A few yards away, you saw her wave back, raising a hand to cup her mouth as she yelled back. “You’re welcome! I’ll see you two tomorrow!”

You sent her one last wide grin before turning on your heel, twirling your fork in your hands as you set off down the path once more. Niki really did make the best pie.

You hummed as you watched the sun dip below the horizon, the sky painted with fading streaks of salmon and lavender. Beside you, Fundy grumbled, his ears flicking atop his head in annoyance as he eyed the plate in your hands. “Why did you get an extra slice and I didn’t?”

You raised a brow at him, shooting him an unimpressed look. “Because you didn’t ask, nimrod.” Pointing your fork at him, you scoffed. “If you did, I bet Niki would have handed one over, no questions asked.”

He wrinkled his nose, at you a scowl stretching across his face. “‘Nimrod’?” he parroted. “You’ve been hanging out too much with Karl.”

You stabbed your fork into the pie in your hands, watching as the crust crumbled delectably onto your plate. “What can I say? He’s nice!”

Fundy looked appalled. “And I’m not?”

You stared at him, blinking for a moment, then shrugged, a teasing glint dancing across your eyes. “Eh. You’re alright, I guess.”

He glowered, raising his arms as you took a cautionary step back. “Why, you little—”

“Fundy!”

You and Fundy both stopped dead in your tracks, your fork dropping onto your plate with a clatter. Your eyes met, and a mutual look of discomfort passed between your gazes.

You would recognize that voice anywhere.

Slowly, the two of you turned, your gazes landing on a familiar worn yellow sweater, the cloth fraying at the edges after years of wear. In front of you, you could only stare as Ghostbur jogged up to Fundy, his dark, near-translucent eyes glimmering with hope.

Fundy coughed, trying and failing to hide the discomfort growing on his face as he offered a small wave. “Uh, hi, Ghostbur.”

Ghostbur’s pale lips curled into a frown, his brows furrowing. “Why the long face?” He leaned over, gently elbowing Fundy’s side, missing the way his son stiffened at his touch. “Aren’t you excited to see me?”

Fundy lurched back, clutching at where he had been touched. “Not really.”

Ghostbur let out a small whine, his shoulders drooping. “Aw, come on. Why don’t we have some father-son bonding time together?” He sent him a goofy grin, his eyes twinkling with nostalgia. “You know, just like the old days.”

You heart ached at the pain that flickered across Fundy’s face, his ears pressing flat against his head. There were no father-son bonding times when Wilbur was alive—at least not the kind that ended with actual bonding.

Fundy shuffled back a bit, and you instinctively took a step closer to his side. “No thanks,” he muttered softly, averting his eyes to the ground. “I’d rather not.”

Ghostbur’s smile faltered, and something sad flashed through his gaze. “Ah, um, w-well, maybe we could catch up?” A tinge of desperation seeped into his tone, and he lifted a shaky hand toward him. “I haven’t seen you in a whi—“

Fundy raised a hand, and Ghostbur fell silent. “I’m good, thanks.” He offered him a smile, but it was strained and didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I actually think I’m gonna get going now. Bye.”

Before Ghostbur could even think to respond, he dropped his hand, whipping around and striding away. You blinked, your head still reeling with everything that had happened as you watched Fundy walk off. Tightening your grip on your plate, you took a step forward to follow after him when a quiet voice stopped you.

“[Y/N],” Ghostbur said, his voice coming out small.

You stiffened, then turned, swallowing as you sent him a wary glance over your shoulder. “Yes, Ghostbur?”

The moment his name left your lips, you froze, your jaw going slack. The light had left his eyes, and he only stared down at the ground with a vacant gaze, his hands limp at his sides.

You’d never seen Ghostbur look so... sad. So miserable. He looked defeated—broken. Then again, maybe he was.

Did Fundy really affect him so much?

“Please,” he said softly, so quietly that you could have mistaken it for a breeze. “Please tell me.”

He raised his head, and a pang of sorrow ran through your heart as he took a weary step toward you, his hand gripping at the fabric over his heart. “Where did I go wrong? What did I do to make him hate me so much?”

You blinked at him, pondering, then glanced down at the half-eaten slice of pie on your plate. A frown skittered across your face. You didn’t have much of an appetite, anymore. Sucking in a deep breath, you looked back at him.

“Ghostbur,” you said, “just like how there are some things we cannot change, there are some wounds we cannot mend, no matter how much we try. Your relationship with Fundy is one of them.”

He frowned, a sour gleam flashing in his ghostly eyes. “That’s not fair. I don’t want him to hate my like this forever.”

Something bitter rippled through you, and you snapped, “What you did to him wasn’t fair either, Ghostbur, but there’s no fixing that now.”

He flinched at your sudden shift in tone, and you almost wanted to apologize. Almost. Swallowing, he dropped his gaze to the ground, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “Was I really so cruel?”

You stared at him for a few long moments. Then, you opened your mouth, and what came out was tasted like ice on your tongue.

“Yes. You were.”

Before you could feel even a grain of pity for him, you flipped around on your heel, striding off in the direction Fundy had left. How dare he be so upset that his son hated him when he was the one who made it so. You had seen it all, had seen every despicable choice he made as he chose to neglect his son, as he chose to abandon your best friend.

You couldn’t pity him—you would not allow yourself to.

Taking a shaky breath, you squeezed your fork a little tighter as you made your way down the walkway in search of Fundy. You already knew where he was—of course you knew. What kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t?

The sun had long set by now, and above you the stars twinkled like tiny, flickering candles. You trudged along the dark path, accompanied only by the moon’s soft light before you suddenly veered off the trail. Pushing past the low-hanging branches of the forest, you finally stepped up onto the cliffside, spotting Fundy sitting with his back leaning against yours and his favourite tree back from when you were little.

With a small twitch of your lips, you walked up to him, watching as his ears flicked in your direction. You could never surprise him, as much as you may try, so you simply settled into the space next to him, setting your pie down next to you. He was staring out over the forest below, his legs dangling freely off the edge. You tilted your head at him, then spoke.

“Hey, bud,” you said softly, your eyes scanning the somber look on his face. “You doing alright?”

His gaze flit to yours, then back over the cliff once more. “Sort of. Ish. I guess.”

You sent him an unconvinced look, and he paused, then let a loose sigh escape his lips. “No, not really.”

Leaning back, you offered him a weary smile. “Yeah, I figured. That chat with Ghostbur didn’t go over so well.”

Slowly, he pulled back his legs, curling them up to his chest and resting his head atop his knees. “I know he means well, but it just makes me feel sick, the way he talks to me. It’s not his fault, I know, but I...” He swallowed. “I—“

“It’s okay,” you murmured, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder. “You don’t have to explain. I get it.”

He sent you a thankful grin, then his smile fell. Scooting back a bit further, he looked up at the stars, his expression thoughtful. “You know,” he said suddenly, “my experiences with dads has been kind of awful.”

You blinked at him, stunned, then blurted, “You just realized?”

He laughed, his ivory grin glinting in the moonlight. “No, but I think talking to Ghostbur today really got me thinking about it more.” His tail flicked behind him. “Growing up, I always felt like I just had to please Wilbur—like I had to be the best for him.” An almost hopeful look overtook his features. “After all, I was his little champion, right?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “But he never paid any attention to me. He was always focused on fighting wars and becoming president and—“ He sucked in a deep breath. “—and then he died.”

He furrowed his brows, and you could practically hear his train of thought speeding forward. “Looking back, I can hardly remember a single good thing he did for me. I mean, he wasn’t so bad when I was a baby and stuff, but when I needed him most, he was just...” He paused. “...gone.”

Suddenly, he whipped his head up and turned to look at you. “And then don’t even get me started with Eret. You know, I trusted him.” He held up a hand, gesturing wildly as his tail stood up straight. “He was actually nice to me, [Y/N]. He listened to me and gave me good advice, just like a real dad would. Then the papers came and... and... nothing.”

He stopped, his voice dropping to a tiny whisper. “Again.”

For a moment, he was silent. Then, he let out a long, bitter laugh.

“Oh,” he said, his tone growing wistful, “nothing’s changed, has it?” He ran a hand through his messy hair, his eyes growing glossy in the moonlight, “I’m all alone, just like before.”

Just like that, your heart snapped into two, and you opened your mouth. “That’s not true, Fundy.”

The look he sent you was full of nothing but pure anguish. “It is, isn’t it? I’m just the forgotten son—“ He held up two fingers. “—twice over, now. No one wants me, no one at a—“

Before he could finish, he was cut off by you barreling straight into him, knocking him flat onto his back. Your arms caged him in as you panted over him, your eyes vividly scanning his as he stared at you in shock.

“Fundy,” you breathed, desperation soaking your words, “listen to me. You’ve changed. You’re stronger now, more resilient, and I see that.”

Slowly, you snaked a hand up to rest against his face, your palm pressed against this cheek. “I want you, Fundy. I’m here with you—I always have been, and I always will be.”

Your gaze hardened as it bore into his, steadfast and true. “And as long as I’m by your side, you will never be alone.”

He blinked up at you, his lips parted in awe. Then, ever so slowly, a smile, small but sincere, spread across his face. “Thank you, [Y/N],” he whispered.

Crawling back, you reached a hand out toward him, your smile widening as he grasped it in his. “Anytime, buddy.”

With a grunt, you pulled him forward until he was sitting upright once more. “You know what?” he said abruptly as you let go of his hand.

You cocked your head at him, your eyebrows knitting together. “Hm?”

Fundy flashed you a bright grin, lopsided and goofy in all the right ways. “Who needs a father figure when I have you?”

Your eyes widened as you sputtered, “W-What?”

His gaze suddenly grew serious. “You’re all I need. You’re like...” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “...my friendly figure.”

A few seconds passed in silence as you blinked at him. Then, you burst into laughter, not missing the way his tail bristled at the sound. “Fundy,” you wheezed, “that’s a horrible name.”

He shot you an irritable look. “Well, do you have a better one?”

Your laughter slowly came to a halt, and your eyes crinkled at the corners. “Yes,” you said. “A best friend.”

He looked at you for a moment, then smiled back. “I like that one better.”

Suddenly, you turned, reaching out to your side. “You know what’s even better than that, though?”

His ears twitched. “What?”

When you turned, you held a familiar plate in your hands, a giggle threatening to bubble out of your throat as you took in his shocked expression. “Some pie.” You shoved a fork in his face—a new one. “Here, we can finish it together.”

He sent you a quizzical look, disbelief clouding his features. “Since when did you have a second fork?”

Without missing a beat, you stabbed the new fork into the soft, flaky dessert and held it up to his lips. “No questions. Only pie.”

He blinked at you for another moment, then grinned, opening his mouth wide for you to shovel some pie in.

You really were all he needed.

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enha-woodzies · 3 years

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➸ CHAPTER 7 | " A BREW GONE ASKEW "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of blood, very mild swearing

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @gyeraniee @fluffi @stxrryemxlys @jungwon-luv-bot

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A week has passed since the favored pair passionately promenaded around town. They’ve always looked very fond of each other, and the ton can only imagine the two tying the knot by the end of the year.

Only a week in but Sunghoon was already finding it hard to keep himself away from Y/n’s side. From their long, humorous talks, to past secrecies, bliss, and memories, Sunghoon isn't always a big talker. But when it comes to the young miss, he blurts out almost anything and everything that comes to mind, and the lass would happily enjoy them; so much that she even laughed with a snort once, to which Sunghoon found really adorable and charming.

Sunghoon told her she was magnetic, and the girl helplessly clung herself to the marquess like an ornament.They've shared a lot of stories with each other in the course of a week. And in every topic, Jungwon never ceases to be mentioned. Y/n almost always connects everything with the boy, and Sunghoon can clearly see how Y/n’s got it so bad with Jungwon.

He told himself that he was going to change that.

Today, it was said they were seen traipsing around the Swan’s Lake一 a cradle for the tons banal scandals. Further ahead, the Queen’s garden can already be seen just by the tip of the tiny greenhouse that’s solely standing amidst the wildflowers. Sunghoon leads the way for the young miss to enter first.

“See that? The garden admires you.” Sunghoon whispers against her ears and send tingles through her entire body.

“This is amazing. I’ve only ever been here once, you know. It’s actually one of my favorite places here in Northumberland.” The young miss exclaims while softly touching the brightly colored flowers in each step she takes.

“Was the first visit special enough to make this one of your adored places?”

“Yeah.. I was with Jungwon.” She mutters the name under her breath with a look of regret.

“What was the reason he brought you here?”

“We were nine. He said he wanted to show me something that only this garden can offer.”

“Let me guess. Was it a ring made of twigs and he played pretend like he was proposing to you?” Y/n chuckles at the marquess. Though she wouldn't admit it, she finds Sunghoon very ideal and gentle.

Could it be that she wishes Jungwon to be more like him? Or is she just telling herself that Sunghoon’s perfect enough to bury down her dying feelings for Jungwon?

“That’s cute but unfortunately, that's not what happened. He showed me the Catalpa tree and gave me its flower. He said it reminds him so much of me and that I should tuck the flower in my favorite book to remind myself that he thinks of me often.”

“Ahh. Quite the romantic our little Jungwon here, eh?”

Y/n looks down to the ground remembering the dead Catalpa flower that was tucked between Jungwon’s Austen book; the book that was now back in the comfort of its owner after she threw it in the Kielder Forest.

“Once upon a time, yes.”

Sunghoon quickly picked up the mood and snapped it away. Seeing how Jungwon made this hole in her heart annoyed him to the extent he realized he had been living in hypocrisy as well.

He oddly sees himself in Jungwon, although in his case, it was much different. Jungwon never had any rivals when it comes to Y/n’s heart. Whereas with him, he had Niki, who wasn't even a bad guy in a story that Sunghoon tried so hard to own.

“Did you know that there's a poison garden here?” He breaks the silence.

“A what now?”

“A poison garden. The Queen’s very particular with it. Although it's off-limits to everyone except the royal gardener, anyone can still have a peek at it. I bet Jungwon never told you that.”

“He didn't.”

“Of course. Your chap doesn't alway know things, Y/n. You sometimes think so highly of him.”

The young miss kept her mouth shut the whole walk to the poison garden’s entry. They decided to take a brief peek, as per Sunghoon’s wishes, and she went along. It's not an everyday occurrence that you get to see a real and existing poison garden in Northumberland's Alnwick Castle.

“Sunghoon? Until when are we going to keep up with this whole ruse?” She softly whispers.

“Well, Jungwon hasn't told you anything worthy yet, has he?”

“The other day, he uhh… he told me to stop seeing you.”

“Why do you suppose he would say such thing?”

“I don't know. Must be something that happened between you and my brother?” she stopped shortly.

“What happened, Sunghoon? How come they all know about it and act like it was so horrid, yet keep it very subtle?” Sunghoon clicks his tongue and hisses before letting out a deep exhale.

“It's all in the past now. Even Niki. Though, I want to start fresh with him, but he doesn't seem to give me any chance at even trying.”

“What happened?”

“I don't think your brothers would want you to hear it. I respect Jay the most, and I owe Niki a whole lot. Or even if they do, I won't tell you anyway.”

“Was it… that bad?” Sunghoon fakes a chuckle while sitting on the nearby cemented bench. Y/n reaches out to hold his hand and the gent softly grips her fingers while brushing it with his thumb, locking hands with her in the process.

Sunghoon wanted to let everything out. But he fears the young beau would distance herself. If he were to be honest, there's nothing for him from this ruse they plotted. It was just to help the poor miss and satisfy himself with the look of envy upon Jungwon's face. He has nothing against the chap, but he may just simply be a schadenfreude.

The following day, Jungwon received a personal letter from the soon-to-be-duke himself. The moment he read the contents, he hastily dashed from his house and onto his horse, galloping in a speed of light to the Kielder Forest.

It is peak afternoon and the golden sun hit the forest perfectly, making it look like the two men are bathing under the immaculate bliss. Picture perfect as it may look, they didn't meet there to dawdle time away.

“Your Grace.” Jungwon bows to which Sunghoon returns in the aftermath.

“Why did you summon me here?” Jungwon glints at the marquess with a scorn. As much as he wants to showcase his manners, it didn't seem like the time and place to do it.

“Let's cut the formalities from here on out, Jungwon. Who do you think you are to give orders to Y/n? You know, the more you convince her to stop seeing me, the faster she runs to my tail. You're just doing me a favor to be very honest, and I am so pleased for this wonderful opportunity. You don't have the slightest idea of what convenience you are to me right now.” Sunghoon mockingly exclaims with both hands holding together like a child in prayer.

Jungwon aggressively walks towards the marquess and grabs his cravat with both hands. “You pompous blowhard! What are you doing with her?!” Jungwon grunts while shoving Sunghoon against the tree. With a stern look upon his eyes, the marquess suddenly finds the situation very amusing. He smirks and chuckles before pushing Jungwon's hands from the tight grip on his clothing.

“Are you talking about yourself? Take it easy, Yang. I don't think you're hearing yourself right now. Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?” Sunghoon lets out a laugh that makes Jungwon even more furious. It was his plan, after all.

“You haven’t had enough of triggering Niki, and now you're using his sister?! You're a big mess, Sunghoon! Admit it! You couldn't have Yena all to yourself with Niki around, so you're tainting Y/n to get revenge on the both of us?! You’re a lost cause!”

“Am I? A lost cause, eh? You're plainly calling yourself out, don't you think? All these years of having the most beautiful lady in Northumberland at the palm of your hands, yet you're too much of a dimbo to even hold onto her. And besides, it's like hitting two birds with one stone, yeah? You and Niki?”

Sunghoon mockingly laughs at Jungwon's fuming face and before he even realized it, his glorious face landed on the cold ground with an angry clobber from the chap. Jungwon straddles him and continues punching him while sitting on top of the fallen boy.

In a swift response, Sunghoon pulls Jungwon by the collar and pushes him aggressively to the side. While landing several punches on Jungwon's face, the marquess spits out blood in the process.

“Enough!” Sunghoon sternly yells at the former who is now bending over his knees, huffing out exhales with a fast beating heart.

“Stop this stupidity you're doing with Y/n! You're no good for her, Yang, and you know that! Can't you see? You're just wasting her time when she could've been married last season already!”

“Don't fucking tell me what to do, ugly bastard!” Jungwon hisses with gritted teeth, mustering up his anger to give the marquess another blow of his fist.

“Stain my face with more blood, Yang, and you’ll have to kiss your princess goodbye. Mark my words, you will never have Y/n. Not even a useless moment with her.”

“Niki! Niki! Niki!”

Daniel runs inside the Park manor with such haste, unknowingly bumping the mansion’s servants along the way. “Nishimura Riki!” The boy helplessly cries out to the latter, who apparently seems to be very preoccupied in the garden, impulsively firing the target on the branch.

“What?!” Niki yells back.

“I have big news to tell you!”

“If it’s about Sunghoon then shut your mouth ‘cause I have no intentions of hearing it. Sister will get tired of him soon enough, so I’m not worried. I trust Y/n’s wit to deliver her from that traitor.”

“But this is about Y/n and it's something that you should be worried about!” Niki swiftly turns his head to the boy bearing no more second thoughts as he throws away the blunderbuss and rushes to Daniel, “what happened to sister?!”

“She made a deal with the devil himself.”

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itbeajen · 7 years

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Agape | Yuri Plisetsky

Witch!AU

"Eh?" you were speechless. You hadn't expected to him to approach you, not when he seemed so disinterested in everyone else. But he doesn't respond to you, and drags you into the sea of people dancing, his hands immediately finding their place on your waist and in yours. Your hand goes to his shoulder, and for the first time, you actually look at him. But he's not looking at you as he exhales a breath of relief.

You felt the urge to tease him, and against your better judgement you asked, "What's this? Using me to escape those lovely girls?"

"Shut up," he scowled as he looks over your head, "If anything you thank me for not having to go through a repeat of earlier." You hear a scoff and you glanced back. You feel your normally calm and serene expression slightly crack when you see the group of men that were all complaining around the area you were once standing. You heave sigh, and gently shake your head before looking up, a small smile on your lips, "Then thank you."

Yuri looks down at you in surprise before gently pulling you closer as Chris and his partner almost hit you. Chris laughs out an apology, and then clearly takes a good look at who he almost bumped into. Yuri was clearly not amused and you looked at Chris with slight annoyance.

"Sorry, sorry," he laughed, "But Yuri, you should switch off with me next, give me a chance to dance with her."

Yuri scowls and muttered, "We have to exchange dance partners?"

"About midway through before switching back to our original," you shrugged and he muttered, "So I'll be stuck with them anyways? What a pain."

"Well, you can always just slip away," you offered as he spun you away. Usually those moments were when you switched partners, but you noticed he didn't let go and brought you back, his hand back on your waist and he muttered, "As if, we're in the center of the damn dance floor now." You looked around, noticing that Viktor's gaze landed on you, his eyes filled with caution and slightly narrowed at you and you rolled your eyes, a scoff leaving your lips. "What, am I that bad?" Yuri snapped. His gaze drops to meet yours, and it's filled with a mixture of mirth and slight wonder, you feel your breath hitch and you shake your head, "No, it's my brother. He's too infatuated with your friend." You nod your head towards the direction you believed them to be, and Yuri looked over. His jaw immediately dropped in disgust, but deep inside he was jealous. He was immensely jealous that Yuuri was happy, that maybe he found the person he was looking for this entire time. If only I can remember who it was I was looking for... I can't remember anything besides her name... [F/N]. You noticed the pendant glow, and you felt yours react to his. Your eyes widened. Did he just...? You glanced up at him, and he's not looking at you and you feel disappointment. It must have shown on your face, because he looks down and asked, "Why do you keep making that expression?" "What expression?" "One where you look like you'd want to be anywhere but here," he responded. You noticed his eyes were filled with confusion, and, perhaps you were just hoping it was, hurt, and you flash him a weak smile, "I'm not fond of dancing." "Tch, and you think I am?" he scoffed as he expertly moved you out of the way of yet another out of control dancer. You peek at his expression, and he's clearly annoyed with all the people that keep almost running into you. You glance around, noticing that he's beginning to gravitate towards the edges, as though trying to escape the crowd. You let out a soft laugh, causing him to look at you even more confused than before. You could practically see the question marks floating around his head. "Well, you're certainly great at it," you noted, after controlling your laughter. Yuri was strangely amused at your reaction as you continued to sway with him to the music. You had to admit, Yuri was definitely exceptional at dancing, almost on par with Viktor as you noticed the way he was able to cut through the flow of other people without interrupting their rhythm or yours. He smirked, "Oh?" You roll your eyes, and you hear the song slowly begin to change, and you whispered, "Good luck with the others." "Huh?" He spins you away, and this time you take that chance to slip through the crowd, making your exit as you see him fumble with a new dance partner. You can feel his gaze piercing through the back of your head as you made your way through the crowd towards the forest range. Sorry Yuratchka. I have important business to deal with. Yuri's gaze follows you when you first spin away, but he loses you soon after as the crowd practically swallows you whole. He tries to chase after, but the hand that grabbed his shocks him out of his reverie and he growls. God damn, she slipped away. Almost immediately, the blonde searches the sea of people for three other black coats. They stood out, being the darkest thing at the Square. God damn it! Otabek noticed Yuri glance around, and frowned as he checked around for you. Yuri makes eye contact with Otabek, and the latter stares, acknowledging Yuri. "Find her," he mouths. Otabek nods and makes eye contact with Yuuri, who's watching with confusion. He signals, "The sun set." Yuuri's eyes widened as he glanced to where he thought you and Yuri were, but upon seeing Yuri dancing with some random girl, he struggled to keep his composure. Shit, Chris told us to keep her occupied too. Flashback "So, what's the deal with the White Witch then?" Yuri asked. Chris hummed and he pulled out two black and white photos. The photos appeared to be two extremely photogenic girls, one probably around the age of 7 and the other probably nearing her 20s or so. Otabek and Yuri frowned at the familiarity of the two faces, and Chris clears his throat, "These two children are the last known descendants of the White Witch." He points at the taller female, "This is the older sister, and that's the younger one. Both of them don't have the Mark of the Descendant, but we figure since they are the only two left of the Nikiforov family, one of them must be." "Niki.. forov?" Yuri muttered and Otabek frowned, "I thought the Nikiforov had a son and a daughter." "No, they're both girls, Otabek," Chris shakes his head, and he said, "Both of them are females. No White Witch descendant has been a male from what the records have documented." Yuri's eyes narrowed at the picture and he picks it up gently, staring intently at the smaller one. Chris observes him and he adds, "Ah, she should be around your age, Yuri." "Who?" "The alleged [F/N]." Yuri frowned and placed it back on the table, "Okay, and what about these two?" "We believe one of them is here under a fake name... If they're witches, they can easily change their appearance," Chris explains, and pulls out another photo. This time it was you, the date on the photograph indicated it was taken just about 3 years ago, and Chris comments, "This is the girl, but her alias here is Soleil. She has an older brother though... So we're not entirely sure which one of the two are here." "So we only have a 50/50 chance?" Yuri asked as he leans back against the chair. Chris nods and he said, "Keep an eye on her at all costs. That's my orders to the two of you. I'll have your third partner keep her alleged older brother busy." Flashback End Otabek was speed walking through the crowd, weaving his way through. He overlooked most of the townspeople, after all, silver wasn't a common hair color here. His eyes narrowed as he spots a flicker of your slate blue dress disappear past the outskirts of town. Immediately, he breaks into a run, and as soon as he approaches the forest edge, he looks around. You've completely disappeared without a trace, or so he had thought. He glances about, and finally looks forward, just a bit down, and sees a small circle and the sole. Fresh footsteps. Otabek analysed after kneeling down near them. He breaks out into a sprint as he follows the footsteps, you couldn't have been too far from him. There's no way you could outpace him if you were wearing heels. But he stops as soon as he reaches a small clearing. There, abandoned neatly were your silver high heels and a bunch of pins scattered across the floor. He frowned, but follows the tracks. Your footprints are clearer and easier to see now as you clearly weaved your way through the forest. From the speed and strange trail she's taking, it's not her first time traversing these woods. He realized as he runs into a dead fallen tree trunk. He glances around, before noticing that the log was slightly wet. He jumps on top, and he muttered, "She's not as weak as she looked either." He follows your tracks again, and suddenly notices they stop randomly. He glances left and right, seeing no one, he looks up, but there were no tree branches hanging overhead for you to escape with. He furrowed his brow as he calmly surveyed the surrounding area. There's nothing to hide with... and her footsteps literally stop without a trace. He stares at the two petite foot prints before him. If she was shifting back and forth looking for a way to escape her pursuer, her footprints would be slightly wider. He frowns, about to take a step forward when he hears the howling of the wolves and what he presumes to be the grunts of bears. But something else made the hair on the back of his neck stand; the scent of magic in the air. He changes stances, ready for anything to come out at him, but instead it's a small wolf, not quite a pup, but not quite an adult. It's eyes glowed blue and his eyes widened at the wolf. Who are you and why have you invaded our forest? Otabek stared at it and the wolf sat down, scratching the back of its ear, and asked, Hey human, I know you can hear me. So what are you doing in our forest? Otabek doesn't respond and he frowns. What am I supposed to say? You say the truth stupid. The wolf flicked its tail and it repeated itself, So, what are you doing here? "A mission," Otabek hesitated and the wolf flicked its tail once more and he said, "To find the White Witch." Hmm.. so you're not a friend. Anyone after the White Witch and her descendants are no friend of ours. The wolf flicked its tail as it raised its haunches, its tongue lolled out before licking its jaw. Tell me, honestly, human. Are you going to capture her, just like you did to her predecessors? Are you going to prevent her from fulfilling her prophecy? Otabek's eyes widened and he shook his head, "No, I was not told anything else other than to keep an eye on her." The wolf calmed down from its offensive stance, and it howled. The background growls and grunts slowly disappeared and two bigger wolves came out. What are you, insane? He's a Witch Hunter. The one with a scar over it's left eye growled. It flicked its tail at Otabek and the smaller one made a noise similar to a laugh and responded, Yes, but you can tell he doesn't plan to harm her. And besides, do you not smell her on him? It's faint, probably several years old, but it's there. The other two's ears perked up and immediately they approached, slowly, cautiously, and Otabek stood there. He took off his glove, offering it to them as a sign of peace and they blinked at him once, twice, before finally approaching. They took one simple whiff and one of them muttered, He smells of her Hunter as well. Huh, didn't notice that one, probably never met the fella. Well mom, dad, I'm going to lead him, but if he does anything even hinting to harming her, you can have him. The smaller one yipped and flicked his tail, Follow me big guy. Otabek took a step forward, wary of the eyes that watched him. The smaller wolf must be special if it was allowed to call the shots, and after making it into a clearing, his eyes widened. "This is..." Lake Lithi. The wolf paused and then scampered off, Mistress!! You turned your head around, your hair pooling down to midback in loose curls. Your eyes were now the familiar arctic blue that Otabek grew up seeing. Your eyes widened upon meeting him and you glanced down and then back at him and you sighed, "Ela, why did you bring him here?" The wolf's tail was still swishing in the air, but clearly not as playful as you picked it up. You gave it a little pinch on its nose and it whined, He smelled like you! Not your scent, but you two have a bond! "I didn't need them to find out," you sighed. Otabek was just in shock as he looked at you. You were actually alive. You survived that fateful night. You nervously fidgeted and muttered, "I guess this was a bad way to find-" Otabek approached you and his hand gently cupped your cheek and he muttered, "You're okay." You blinked back tears and you gave him a weak smile, "Yes. Thank you for taking care of Yura." He sends you a soft smile, his hand now resting on his head as he gave it a gentle pat like in old days. "I promised you." You nod and he asked, "Did you purposely hide this from us?" You nod, and Ela looks up at you and you explained, "I need to figure out a way to seal the Sorcerer... It's written in my blood line. We have to. Otherwise countless of pointless wars will still continue to occur.." You pause, your fingers idly grooming the white wolf's fur and you whispered, "So that no one loses anyone dear to them anymore." Otabek flinches and he asked, "Will you continue to hide the truth from them?" "Yes," you responded. His eyes widened at the determination in your voice and upon meeting his gaze, he concedes. He sighed, "Will you at least let us help you?" "No, I can't." you gripped the pendant and Otabek glances at it and he asked, "Yura.. does he know?" "No... He doesn't remember me. Not correctly at least," you admitted. Your voice cracked, surprising you and Ela looks at you, gently licking your cheek and you smile, "I'm okay, Ela." You better be, you're the last one. His ears flicked, and now Otabek knows why it felt so familiar to him, they were the same shade of blue as yours. But he frowns at the words, "The last one?" Ela looks at you and back at him, and the wolf yipped before leaping out of your arms and flicked its tail back and forth as it watched you stand there, lost in thoughts. Otabek glanced back at you and he asked, "What do you mean by the 'last one', and 'not correctly?' Z-" "Tell me, Beka, has Yuri changed?" "Changed?" You give him a weak smile, and Otabek recalls the years. Of how Yuri's once lively eyes and joyful personality suddenly fell apart, turning him into a ghost of what he once was. His eyes were filled with sorrow and anguish, his focus in life dedicated to defeating the witches and the Sorcerer who had ruined his life; and Otabek almost responds, but he knows that you knew. From the way your were trembling slightly, he knows you know. "Zaika," his voice was soft as he called you by the ever familiar pet name and you flinched as he reached out. And you softly responded, "We... We can't go back to those days anymore, Beka.. no, Sir Atlin." You give him a small smile and asked, "Please keep this meeting a secret." "[F-" "My name... is Soleil Nyxvor." He shakes his head, but he feels it, the tell tale traces of magic building up in the air. And he was sure the others would too, magic of this degree was too strong to not be noticed. The air picked up around the two of you, slowly swirling around you as the snow was gradually being pulled in, almost like a vacuum. He has to hold his arm before him to block the wind from pushing him back and he calls out, "[F/N]! Don't-" "Otabek Atlin," you gently called out. Miraculously, your voice was heard despite the howling of the winds. Your hand was now outstretched before you as you controlled the artificial blizzard. Otabek made eye contact with your artic eyes that shone in the dark, lined with a silver glow, "You're a good friend. Please... Take care of Yuratchka for me." He's forced to close his eyes as the blizzard picks up and by the time he opens his eyes, you were gone. Ela sat where you were, still as a doll, and Otabek slumped to his knees on the snow. What exactly is going on... If she's the White Witch, then is Yura... His eyes widened, The pendant. Their pendants are the same. He gets up slowly and Ela tilts his head, Are you going to tell them? Otabek shakes his head, "I made a promise to her. I won't break it." Ela flicks his tail, Don't leave yet. Or you'll be attacked. "Attacked?" Otabek asked, but the answer came in a series of icicles that pierced the area around him, almost caging him in. From the shadows of the forest appeared one figure, his tall slender frame in the black tuxedo suit made him even more frightening. Otabek muttered, "Viktor." Viktor's eyes were the same as yours, but there was no silver lining, it was just glowing and he narrowed them on Otabek, "Beka, how nice to see you." You should calm down Vitya, [F/N]'s fine, y'know? Ela lazily commented as he trotted over to sit between the two men. Viktor's eyes returned to their normal arctic blue before he dispersed the icicles into snow. He sighed and crosses his arms across his chest, one hand resting on his cheek, "Why are you here, Otabek?" He was looking for the Mistress! "Ela, do not call my sister that." I do whatever I want to, I'm older than you and your sister anyways. It stuck out its tongue and continued, Mistress asked him to watch over Yuratchka for her. "He's been watching over Yuratchka for her," Viktor pouts and he whined, "But she never asks him to watch over my Yuuri." You already cast a protection spell over Yuuri, he doesn't need anymore. No witch would willingly attack him with your smelly scent all over him. Ela remarked as he rested on his fore paws. "Otabek," Viktor sighed, and his arms lowered to his side in resignation, "Please protect [F/N]. You are the only one who knows of us besides the General." "The General is here?" Otabek's eyes widened and Viktor nodded, "Please don't do anything that could harm us please.. we're so close." Otabek looked confused and Viktor gave him a sad smile, "We have the same goal... you know?" Otabek opened his mouth to ask a question, but the sounds of Yuuri and Yuri called to his attention and Ela looked at Viktor. We should say our partings now. Bye bye, Beka, take care of the Mistress for me. My protection only extends from the forest range to the lake. "I still have-" But another gust of a blizzard storm forces him to look away and by the time it dies out, Ela and Viktor were gone. He sat still on the snow, and shifted his position so he was more comfortable and he muttered, "Why?" "BEKA?" Yuri burst into the clearing. His eyes widening and he asked, "Oi! Are you okay!?" "Yes," he makes eye contact with the younger male, and Yuuri let out a breath of relief, "Thank god. Chris felt the signals and had to gather the people to go back to safety." "What happened?" Yuri asked. Otabek shook his head, and he muttered, "I'm not entirely sure.. one moment I was following her, the next there were wolves and bears, and I just felt the magic... and then it all disappeared." The black haired male had difficulty keeping this information from the two of them. If Yura really is the descendant of the Hunter, and Yuuri is Viktor's chosen one... He sighed. Even years later, the Nikiforov family are stubborn and selfish. "We're glad you're okay though," Yuri admitted as he helped him up. As Otabek gets up, his field of vision happens to stop on the pendant. It was a dull blue, barely swirling with any vibrancy. It's so different from [F/N]'s... I wonder why.

By the time you opened your eyes, Otabek was gone, and you were on the small island located in the center of Lake Lithi. An island that was often considered a mirage because no one was ever capable of actually seeing it unless they came specifically at a certain time of the day and the certain day of the year. Honestly, if I didn't find it on accident the first time I ventured out here, I'm pretty sure I would have never found it. You stared at the gaping opening of the cave. And you mentally steeled yourself before entering the cave. As soon as you step into the darkness, it was as though you were warped into a completely different location. But you knew that wasn't true, all you had to do was turn around and the light would be there. The exit that grants you freedom, but even you can see it. At the boundaries where the light outside meets the darkness within, the darkness frays out towards the light, as though trying to corrupt it. The silence was deafening. The atmosphere was oppressive. And the aura was absolutely sickening. You hated coming back here. The closer you got to the center of Lake Lithi, the more suffocated and weak you felt. It was as though the Sorcerer from behind the seal was trying to suck the life out of you. You gripped your pendant tightly, relishing the light and warmth it emitted. You shivered slightly, regretting that you left your coat with Chris. But it got hot while dancing... What a pain. You finally approach the first wall, as soon as your hand touches it, the entire wall lights up, revealing runes of an ancient Witch tongue that even you did not completely learn. Yet something within you that dated long before your birth, long before the wars torn witches and humans apart, gives you the ability to read it. Although there are moments where it blurs, and you can no longer tell the difference between a simple rune to the actual meaning. But I need to solve this. The magic within you was flowing through your bloods, channeling the energy and concentration needed to completely decipher it all. Your arctic blue hues, framed by a line of silver, were bright as you reread the script up til where you last came here. You gently place your hand against the dark runes, where only a shadow of the rune was present. You slowly traced it, and watched as it slowly lit up. Once it was filled and bright as others of its kind before it, you were already panting and you bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. With each rune it uses up more and more magic... What is it that they're trying to hide? They, you momentarily pause as you take another deep breath, activating the rest of the runes. As you channeled your magic into the runes. With a flash of light, the remainder of the runes are revealed, and you slump to your knees. Mistress! Ela rushes up to you, his nose gently nuzzling your arm as he tries to support you. You nuzzle your head against his coat and he makes a small whimper, Don't push yourself too much. It's hard enough to restore your magic in a place like this... And you've been pushing yourself past your limits more and more each time you come back. You flash him a weak smile, and asked, "Can you form a small mirror for me, Ela?" Ela nods before opening his mouth, and in a beam of light, the wolf formed a mirror using whatever magic it could. You gently lifted it up, raising it to your left eye, and you sigh in relief. What's wrong? Ela asked. You gave him a small pat before handing him the mirror which he basically reconsumed to gain his magic back. You blinked, still not quite used to enchanted animals and you respond, "Needed to make sure my mark wasn't tainted." Ela glances up at you, and upon making eye contact with your right eye, he swishes his tail. I always forget you can hide it with that eye enchantment spell. "Well, I guess that's the one good thing about that spell," you chuckled as you took a few steps back. Ela watched as you scanned the entirety of the magic runes and upon hearing your breath hitch and seeing your entire body quiver in fear, the wolf rubbed itself against your leg in an attempt to comfort you. Mistress? Are you okay? You weakly managed to nod, a strained smile on your lips, "Yes.. I'm fine. Thank you, Ela." How did things end up this way...?

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