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samsalami66 · 10 months

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Part three of my royal au is done!! Very excited about this one, it got longer than the first two drabbles and got quite. Dramatic. You can find the first part here and the second part here.

Of course, as always, biggest thanks and love to my wonderful, singular @im-not-corrupted . For the beta and the encouragement and being my best of friends.

Also I have no idea how this is usually done, but I was asked to tag @solalasoforth in this part, so here goes that! I hope you enjoy this little angsty piece!

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The stars were painted high on the black canvas that stretched above the Dreaming, the pin-pricks of light each too beautiful to be something as simple and real as the night sky. No, the stars that day were stolen from a painting, the soft hues of purple and blue in their light a product of fantasy, of humans who had a tendency to make reality appear much more romantic than it actually was.

But somehow the beauty of this night was real. The stars were grazing Dream with artistry previously unknown to him, and he was nothing if not reverent of this singular night sky. If he were a better painter, perhaps Dream would try to capture this with colours that might rival the real thing, and yet never manage to do it justice.

He did not try to, in the end.

No, painting with oils had always been his youngest sister's forte. She loved colours about as much as Dream enjoyed a silent night, and the absence of such in Dream's clothing and room tended to make her sad. Her brows would furrow sometimes, her fine lips cast downwards, and then she would pin a pink flower to Dream's ear, which he wouldn't take off until the petals crumbled and fell, even if the little accessory was anything but proper.

It was no matter. After all, he was only second in line to the throne and therefore smaller missteps could be overlooked, as long as it did not damage the reputation of the entire family.

And since Dream's own reputation was already outrageous, he could allow himself to spend a quiet night in the gardens, head tilted towards the sky and eyes searching for the constellations he knew were hidden between the sheer endlessness of stars.

Hob was somewhere nearby, Dream knew, wandering around and chasing his own thoughts between roses and poppies, never leaving him out of sight for long. It was a blessing, to have this kind of safety, to fear for nothing as your life lies completely in the hands of another, and instead of dread, it only awoke elation in your heart.

There was a certain kind of giddiness when Dream thought of Hob watching him here, in the confines of this shared space, secluded from humanity and yet out in the open, to the feet of the stars. They would bear witness to every shy glance, every passing smile as their gazes met over a bush of roses, and every blush that would creep up their necks as they looked away quickly.

It was perhaps the finest game Dream had ever had a chance to participate in.

No wonder, then, that he was visibly disappointed when they were interrupted by a guard stepping up towards Dream, their face obscured by the shadow cast by their helmet, an unending darkness swallowing where a face would have been by day. The sight had something in his chest constrict uncomfortably, turn and twist the air in his lungs until all he was capable of were shallow breaths through a parted mouth.

The guard bowed sharply, a single tilt of their torso as the endless blackness remained turned towards Dream.

"My Lord," a dark but familiar voice started, and Dream let out a silent breath of relief as he could finally make out the shape of a sharp smile in the darkness.

"Corinthian, yes. What do you need?"

"Could I perhaps bother you for a short walk around the gardens? There has been something on my mind lately, and you have mentioned once that all… inquiries shall be reported to you directly."

Dream had in fact said this particular phrase to every new recruit they had, always adamant to be of some assistance as a regent, if only in the smaller ways of making the subjects of the Dreaming feel heard.

Knowing it was thereby his duty to give in to this request, no matter how much he'd rather sit and continue his little play with Hob, he simply nodded his agreement and pushed to stand from the bench he had been sitting on.

The Corinthian started into a direction and Dream simply followed, his gaze mostly fixed on the way before them. The path was hard to make out at night, and he'd rather not make a fool of himself and fall over a tree root without Hob nearby to catch him.

A few minutes passed before the Corinthian spoke, his voice carrying quietly through the trees of the royal gardens, his obscured face tilted towards the sky, hands clasped properly behind his back.

"I feel like there is a certain unbalance within the royal family, my Lord."

A furrow formed between Dream's brows, caused not only by the serious nature of the question, but also because he wasn't quite sure if the cherry tree to his right was the one near the library or the one between armory and the fountain.

"Why, royalty has never been known for its balance in things such as power, or even wealth. Please, elaborate, Corinthian."

No water could be heard running, so perhaps it was the cherry blossom at the library after all.

"You see, your brother, Destiny, he… he is not really the kind of man to lead, is he?"

Though has the fountain even been turned on for the year? A soft sheen of frost was still covering the ground they walked after all, and the gardener usually waited until the nights remained without frost before allowing the water to bend in its spectacular arches.

"My brother has been trained since childhood in the arts of leading a kingdom." Dream realised this wasn't a real answer to the Corinthian's question and quickly added: "But I do agree that he is certainly not a man made to rule. He is… quiet."

Besides him the Corinthian huffed a laugh, and Dream momentarily diverted his gaze from the darkness where he imagined a fountain might hide to look at the man's profile. It did not show much, but he felt like looking at the guard was important in this moment, somehow.

(If only he could discern if the path they were on now would turn back towards Hob or further into the dense tree-line. Dream did not usually get lost in the gardens anymore, but the filter of night made every tree look similar to the one on their right, every rose held the same shade of dark gray as the other hundreds down the path, even though he knew some of them to be of rosy pink and some to be the dark red of blood. They all looked the same now, and it made his skin crawl.)

(And where, in the holy name of the Lord above, did Hob go?)

"Yes, I figure 'quiet' describes the Crown Prince quite well," the Corinthian shook his head to himself, and Dream imagined a grimace twisting on his face. "Unlike you, Sire, he does not know how to command a room."

Compliments had never sat well with Dream, so he decided to ignore this particular part of what was said. "What are you suggesting, Corinthian?"

"I suggest, my Lord." He pauses there, the telltale sound of someone wetting their lips in absolute quiet sending a chill down Dream's spine. It felt, well, mocking, however a simple act such as this one managed to convey any emotion at all. The chill was there, though, an unwell feeling that crept through his blood and had it run cold. "I suggest you clear the path for your rightful regency."

The words rang in his ears, their meaning registering only several moments later when Dream felt bile rise in his throat to the point where he slowed down so as to not upset his stomach further.

"And by that, you mean killing him. You suggest murdering my brother so I might take the throne."

Each syllable rolling off his tongue felt like the vilest of acids, like the bite of a deadly serpent into the hot flesh of his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, get rid of its foul taste, and imagine that his mind was not already poisoned to the point where breathing seemed like too hard a task.

"Yes, my Lord, that is exactly what I am suggesting."

A ringing, loud and clear, echoed through his mind. His vision darkened – fat, ugly spots that grew larger every time he blinked.

He needed Hob. He needed Hob right there, to place a strong but kind hand on his shoulder and tell him that his thoughts had drifted again, to ask if he was still with him and throw an adorable lopsided grin into his direction. And Dream needed to blush and nod, embarrassment in his tone as he apologised, just to see Hob's smile gentle and his hand squeeze on his arm.

But Hob was not there, had run off to God knows where and left him alone with an armed guard who proposed murdering a part of Dream's family.

The Corinthian was proposing treason.

Dream was going to be sick.

"You. You cannot believe that I will approve of this, Corinthian. You think me capable of conspiring against my own brother?"

There was only a slight raise in his voice, a pitiful cry for help, as he stared at the Corinthian's profile, hands shaking on his sides even if his voice remained otherwise calm.

Images of what the Corinthian would do to him in order to keep him from talking, from telling his family what transpired out in these gardens, flashed through Dream's mind. His throat cut, blood soaking the damp ground in the early morning hours. His youngest sister screaming as she looks upon his cold and lifeless body, his eyes staring up to the sky, unblinking.

Hob, kneeling next to his body, crying in silence, his vow of protecting Dream for naught.

"I believe you to be a smart man, my Lord."

The words were a threat. A blade held to his throat, an eyebrow cocked in expectant silence.

But Dream was no traitor.

He would not betray his family, his elder brother, who taught him to read and write, who showed him the beauty that was the written word.

The brother who had always known what was wrong when Dream was upset, who had always consoled him with the knowledge that life was partly set in stone. That there were some things that simply could not be changed, no matter how hard Dream had kept trying. Some things were unchangeable by their very nature.

As were some people.

Dream, it seemed, was unchangeably, incorruptibly loyal.

"I believe you might have overestimated my intelligence, Corinthian," he murmured, quietly resigning himself to his fate, to the words written in his volume of Destiny's books.

Beside him, the Corinthian sighed as if he had been given a most tedious task, as if killing his Prince with the dagger on his belt did not prove to be interesting enough to require his full attention. And Dream guessed it really wasn't. Fighting had never been his strong suit. Destruction, he had been the fighter of them all, the one who would have given this traitor a thorough beating for his attempt to hurt their family.

But he was just Dream, incapable, good-for-nothing Dream, who would not even raise his fists to defend his very own life when it was threatened, because he knew better than to fight a lost battle.

And yet, when the blade came for his heart, Dream took a step back.

Not because he thought he could win.

No, Dream stepped back because he knew Hob would be furious with him if he did not try.

Trying is already half the deal! He heard Hob's cheerful voice in his head, a reminder of when he had been pulled from his back during one of their training hours, Hob a sea of patience as he guided Dream through wave after wave of parry and attack. You must try before giving up. Otherwise you will never know if it would have worked!

The blade slashed harshly into Dream’s chest, leaving a cut so deep in its wake that he felt pain bloom behind his eyes, and, for a moment, the back of his eyelids seemed to be lit by the sun herself.

Dream did not hear himself scream, not until a second cut joined the first and he tumbled to the ground. Blood soaked his clothes and made them stick to his body, the liquid viscose and hot where it poured over his chest. There was so much of it, so much blood running in little rivers down his ribs and pooling beneath his back, staining the earth beneath him brilliant red.

And, by God, did it hurt.

He had not known pain like this existed.

Had it been like this for Hob, when he got injured while jousting at the festival? Had he, too, felt like he would empty his stomach any second, the cramping of his body in response to the pain too much to bear?

Had he, too, felt like the angels would come for him, grab his hands and carry him off towards either Heaven or Hell, a sooner end than he was prepared for?

Had he been scared as well?

Had he cried?

Dream knew he did.

He cried, undignified sobs shaking his body as he blinked through the onslaught of tears in his eyes, each a river of resignation.

The tears were of pain, of sorrow. They were for his dear sisters, who he would not get to hug goodbye on his deathbed. Oh, how devastated Delirium would be, to lose her older brother so soon. She had always rather adored him, had tried desperately to spend more time in his presence than he ever allowed. Regret curled deep in his gut as he remembered all the times he had sent her away, especially when they were children. She had been… much, to his tired adolescent brain. A whirlwind of energy, never to sit still for more than a moment.

He wished he had indulged her more often, now.

Oh, but this wasn't the only thing he regretted, now that he lay in the cold, waiting for his final blow.

No, he regretted many things, from not ever standing up against his father when his siblings or… or friends were attacked to never admitting to having said friends.

Friend.

His one true friend.

Yes, this was perhaps what Dream regretted most. Running from his feelings. Running from Hob. And then, not running, but not admitting either. Being too frightened, too self-centered, to allow this thing between them to bloom. It would have been so easy. Three words, always at the tip of his tongue, but always, always swallowed back down, hidden again behind the corners of his heart where none would ever find them.

And now?

What good did this cowardice do now?

He was dying, dying and regretting past chances for he had been too much of a fool to speak his feelings.

Idiot, he heard himself say, and while this notion was once spoken towards his love, it was now undoubtedly most fitting for himself.

Though… perhaps his Knight had not lost the title entirely.

For as his vision blurred and blackened further, he saw a flash of glinting silver before his eyes, a familiar blade catching the hues of blue and purple in the night sky and reflecting them in defense of Dream, as the familiar sound of two swords meeting in a harsh blow reverberated through the air.

He gasped, from pain and surprise, as a figure stepped over him, their body blocking him from the sword that would have brought his early end, and he knew all too quickly that this was his Hob, his Knight, his loyal love.

And he was coming to his defense, like an idiot.

Dream wanted to speak, wanted to command Hob to flee and leave him to die, because he was not worth this devotion. He was not worth Hob's safety, his life, but the man was foolish enough to risk both anyway in order to protect him.

Idiot.

He could not talk. All that came out of his mouth were strangled sobs, something that edged on a scream, got caught on a plea, and ended up sounding more like a whimper than anything else.

Weak. Too weak to talk, to fight.

Too weak to keep his eyes open, to see if Hob was dying or living. Dream liked to think that Hob was alright, that his love would soon swoop him up in his embrace like a damsel that had to be saved from their terrible fate. He liked to think that Hob would tell him how everything would turn out well.

Reality and fantasy were two separate worlds.

Where in Dream's fantasy Hob's hands on him would feel like a hot bath on cramping muscles, like the soothing touch of a damp towel during a fever, his hands felt more like hot iron pressed right into his ribs. The touch hurt, and only his weakness kept him from thrashing out.

"Dream!" He heard Hob's lovely voice bellow, and even loud and frantic, it was enough to warm Dream's very core. "Dream, you bloody nitwit, don't you go dying on me now!"

"I…" Dream started, but it came out airy and strangled. Brown eyes stared down at him with fear and concern, making his stomach twist uncomfortably and a frown settle between his brows. Fear did not sit right on Hob Gadling's face. Laughter and smiles did, they would make the dark brown shine with amber specks, tiny tidbits of gold hidden in the grounding earth that were Hob Gadling's eyes.

He missed catching the gold reflections, wished, in fact, to see them one last time before the darkness on the edge of his vision caught up with him and plunged him into seas of nothingness.

So, he tried again.

"Hob, I… I am sorry," he whispered, this time less airy and strangled.

"Not a clue what you're apologising for, dove, but whatever it is, save it. I need you to focus on staying alive."

Always so full of hope, his love. Not even in the face of death would he give up on this spark that kept the endless fire in his eyes burning.

Dream wanted to reach out for the fire, wished to catch a fragment of its warmth to keep with him in the darkness.

Perhaps it would guide him through his end, provide him with a spark of hope to light his way to the other side.

His fingertips left red smears in their wake as he reached for the fire and caught Hob's cheek instead. It was wet, not with blood but with tears, and he wanted desperately to wipe them away, but his hands shook too much and were too drenched in blood to do any good.

Still, he tried.

Because his knight could not cry over him, his knight did not deserve to cry over anything, ever. He deserved sunshine and warmth, all the things he so readily gave to other people.

"I love you."

Because Hob deserved to be loved, and to know that he is, too.

"I love you, Hob."

The darkness he was plunged into was heavy. Oppressing. But there was a light calling out to him, stretching its rays to guide him through the dark.

Sunshine.

Hope.

There was Hope.

#dreamling #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #knight!hob #prince!dream #royal au #im sorry for the open ending #actually. im not though #suffer #i had so much fun writing this #the working title of this was STABBY STAB STAB ITS TIME TO BE A DEAD DREAMY WEENY

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hannah-the-small · 12 minutes

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"I empathize with you greatly, I'm sorry people treat you so poorly."

#royal!verse #dash commentary #mnstcrsiiistcrs #//Virtark stop being a weenie #EmperorVirtark

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unbound-space-trash · 1 year

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this little idiot snuck out last night when I wasn’t paying attention, and then cried at the door an hour later to be let back in because mum, it’s scary out here and I don’t like it

now she refuses to leave my bed

#her royal bastard highness #she talks a tough game but she’s such a weenie

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ncmvds · 2 years

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"I thought Kalosians would have better manners."

|| Plotted Ask | Always Accepting

The duchess' pursed lips were hidden behind her fan as she looked up at the emperor through thick lashes and narrowed eyes.

"Only when we can afford it, your majesty."

Her maid pulled worriedly at her skirt, flinching, then cowering as Delphine's sharp eyes snapped to the girl in an icy fury. They might have been at this ruthless man's mercy, but she would not show weakness to anyone in any form. That was the way her cowardly husband and his family had died.

She clicked her tongue, closing her fan with a small snap as she directed her gaze back at his feet- not brash enough to look at him in the eye, should the rumours of his viciousness be true.

"I had no intention of wasting either of our time with pleasantries but if it pleases you, your highness, I will hold my tongue for as long as you desire."

#codiciarey #::answered #::Delphine #::PM RP #She's too used to weenie not-scary royals #Dephi vc: damn a guy that get things done? finally 😩

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naomis-daydream · 7 months

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on the throne // shuri udaku

summary: just read tbh….ok fine i’ll explain😒. being queen comes with a load of royal responsibilities; from border patrol, to technological advancements, and everything in between. though wakanda’s ruler realizes there’s a special someone she’s been neglecting. shuri’s come up short, and her wife’s coming to collect what’s hers.

warnings: pregnant!wife!reader. descriptions of pregnancy (obvs), teeny weeny bit of oral (shuri receiving). barely proofread.

a/n: this is the product of baby fever and ovulation😜 also this is a draft from forever ago, it kinda sucks so im dropping it under the cloak of night🥷🏽.

there were many things shuri loved about your body.

your hands, for instance. they always offered her a soothing rub or relaxing touch whenever she became stressed or overwhelmed with the weight of the crown. or something soft to hold as you spent evenings watching the wakandan sunset from the palace garden.

then there were your arms. shuri found that she only slept peacefully when yours were wrapped tightly around her middle. and if the royal ever woke to realize you rolled away, she’d assure she wiggled her way back into your grasp.

and bast your thighs. if the queen could spend the rest of her days between them, the soft, plush cushions, there’d be absolutely no resistance from the panther.

now it was worse, and it was all your fault. it was one of the many nights the queen spent inside you. somewhere between when she slowly pushed into you and when she brought you nearing your third high of the night, you had joked about her getting you pregnant. something about her having the genius and the looks to make a great gene pool. “fill me up, my queen,” you uttered, “give it to me. i want all of you.” you we’re fucking tantalizing.

it didn’t help that she had the science to make what originated as a lustful thought a reality.

now, seven months later, everything she loved about you only grew as your body changed. your natural curves only hypnotized her more as your hips widened and breasts swelled.

shuri also couldn’t help but smile when you wobbled cutely around your shared home due to the swell of your ankles, and while you refused to be helped with an act as simple as walking, you would feign resistance to shuri’s pleads to ease your pain before caving to let her massage your aching joints.

but the absolute worst part was the hormones. the cravings that made shuri tip-toe into the kitchen for you well after midnight, the hot flashes that would cause you to walk practically bare around the palace, and your sex drive, yours nearly matched that of her’s when she took the herb. though, only two of those things seemed to be prevailing today, where the only thing separating you from her was the thinnest dresses. it wasn’t unusual for you to forgo a bra this late into your pregnancy, but it seemed you’d forgotten any undergarments at all today as you sat on the lap of the queen, grinding helplessly into her thigh.

“yiza, mntwana,” you purred. come on, baby. “let me touch you.”

your wife squirmed from her place on the throne, hands on your hips as she guided you. you trailed your lips down her jaw to land on her pulse point before sucking intently.

while you were preoccupied, the woman took the chance to glance at the clock in the room, hissing slightly when noticing the time and when you sunk your teeth into her flesh. you were going to ruin her, she knew that much. the sad part is, she was gonna let you.

“the elders,” she whined, finding words rather hard when you moaned against her. “our meeting, they’ll be here in minutes!”

you pause your movements to lean up to her ear, whispering, “fuck the meeting.”

shuri threw her head back, sinking further into the the chair and further into the trap you set in motion the minute you walked into the room.

you always started by entering with a sweet smile, followed by asking her how her day was or what project she was working on. then you’d begin rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck while muttering sweet nothings and telling her she worked too hard. “let me take care of you,” you’d say, “you deserve to feel good, don’t you wanna feel good?” and soon shuri would end up on her back, eyes wide shut as her legs were thrown over your shoulders and your fingers snug between her walls.

this time was different though. it had to be. the council meeting was nearing by the minute, and you showed no signs of waving the white flag.

“entle,” she began, licking her lips as she spoke. “i-i really think we should wait.” you continued to kiss her, attaching your lips to whatever skin you could reach as shuri continues. “once it’s over we can do whatever you want, my love.” her hands run over the curve of your ass, squeezing gently.

you pulled away from her, hands still cupping her cheeks. “i wanna do whatever i want now.”

“i know. i promise i-i’ll make it up to you.” she says, tilting her head up to look at you before placing a soft kiss to your lips. it’s sweet, the taste of her, and as much as you wanted more, she pulls away. “you better,” you scolded, “you’re the one who did this to me anyway.” you nod your head down to your stomach, stretching against the fabric of your maxi dress. the hormones had been driving you insane. and it didn’t help that shuri spent so much time away with all her new duties. this left you to take care of your own needs more often than you’d like to admit. you needed her. to feel her. while it might seem like you were caving, her majesty should’ve known better than too assume her wife would back down so easily.

your words bring a smile to shuri’s lips, a laugh escaping her as you sigh while you rise off of her, giving her a full view of your bump as you do so.

“whatever you want, mama.”

you hum a lazy response as your queen visibly relaxes, no longer antsy with your aroused antics. though she wasn’t in the clear just yet, you came here for a reason, and wouldn’t leave unfulfilled.

a simple idea sprouts in your head, and soon, a mischievous smile dances across your features as you reach back to unclasp your necklace. shuri raises a brow in question, but remains silent as you both watch the dainty jewelry slide down your chest and onto the floor, right between her feet.

“oops.”

the royal shakes her head, already having a clue of where this was headed. but you’re already sinking to your knees, eyes never leaving hers.

you rub your palms along the fabric of her black dress, reaching just below her knees. you play with the hem, eyeing the fickle fabric before tracing your fingertips higher. and higher. and high-

“thandiwe.” she warned.

beloved. how wholesome a name in contrast to your actions upon her. you peered up at her, batting your lashes at her. “yes, my queen?”

“we have ten minutes before our meeting-”

“i’ve made you come in less,” you continue, hooking your fingers around her underwear.

shuri wanted to protest, she really did, and she tried to. she mutters tiny objections at first, and you almost believe them, but the way she lifted her hips to help you remove her underwear, the way she whined when you tugged her to the throne’s edge, and the way she threw her head back with the first stripe you licked up her center told you all you needed to know. let’s face it, she knew she was done for the minute you walked in the room.

you begin to place gentle kisses to her clit, giving her a little stimulation, but not quite enough for her liking. shuri shudders above you, legs shaking gently. she began to realize just how long it’d been since the two of you had sex.

“still want me to stop?” you asked, tongue twirling around her entrance, to which she moaned in response. a light chuckle escapes your lips. “i’ll take that as a no.”

#naomis-daydreams #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #shuri x black!fem reader #letitia wright shuri #shuri x fem!reader #mcu shuri #shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku x reader

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strong-with-the-sarcasm · 2 months

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part 16 - but I know where to start

“Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. I can’t tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start.” -Wake Me Up by Avicii

Regent Masterlist Part 15

Was it a cop-out to summon Jazz back to the Far Frozen? Yes. Did Danny particularly care? Nope!

Jason was comfortable, propped up with a book Ghostwriter who had popped by to personally deliver. How the ghost had known about Jason Phantom wasn’t going to question, but he suspected GW kept an eye on the bookworms that passed through the Realms- or at least those close to the “Royal family”. Phantom wasn’t much for reading, not unless it was space-related, but he enjoyed listening to the Liminal man reading out loud. He had a brash voice, accented with a cadence like those from Crime Alley, but it only underscored the passion he held for reading. Phantom didn’t interrupt him once, not even when the halfa pulled out his ecto-phone and texted Ellie.

(His little sister was in Kansas, spending time with another clone she’d literally run into.)

Almost another full day's cycle passed before Phantom realized Jason had fallen back asleep, a book resting open on his broad chest and soft snores coming from the man.

Yeah, he could see how he and Jazz fit together so well.

There was just something about the Once-Revenant, a part of what made him Jason, that resonated with the Phantom. It’s what made him talk to the man as Red Hood, feel comfortable enough to stay in his company for so long, trust him with his older sister- the person who raised him.

(Spent her birthday money to get him those cheap plastic glow-in-the-dark stars.)

(Taught him how to read.)

(Held him as the nightmares of his death shook him to his core.)

(Did not fear him.)

(Not as Phantom, Danny, or Dan.)

(Loves him.)

(Mourns him.)

(He would never tell her, but he understood how Dan could succumb to grief.)

(Jazz was his.)

(His first friend, his true mother, his rock.)

(She wouldn’t have claimed Regency without that tie.)

Remix & Original chat

Remix: Lol hows weenie Original: jasons x3 ur size pipsqeak Remix: ur point? Original: lol hes ok frosty says he got hurt wth shrpnel new healed core + shrapnel = bad time Remix: sucks 2 b him Original: so tru Whre r u? Remix: omw 2 spain barcelona Original: ooh send pics if u need me call Remix: pics or nay gotcha txt u l8r luv u Original: love u 2

Safely back in the living Realm and tucked away in Jason’s apartment, Jazz and Danny tried to investigate the bomb- unfortunately there was nothing for them to do but wait.

On the upside, the Justice League was about to hit the UN full force with all the subtlety of a tsunami and who had front row seats to the drama?

Yep, the Regent. Jazz wasn’t exactly thrilled that her presence was requested, even though it was on the path to the desired outcome the Nightingale siblings had fought for, but both her soulmate boyfriend and little brother would be by her side as support.

The Birds and the Bats Group Chat

Zombie: I lived bitch Spoiler-Alert: Jason! Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing! Blood_Heir: Todd. Zombie: don’t sound too excited there demon brat. Blood_Heir: Never. Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Where have you been? Zombie: Stayed overnight at my Docs for observation. Fly-Like-A-Dick: For three days? Blood_Heir: Fail to find that humorous Todd. Zombie: wasn’t meant to be a joke brat. I was actually at my Docs. Zombie: Got a shovel talk from my girlfriends little brother too. Spoiler-Alert: Whoa GIRLFRIEND!!!! 😱 Jason! Why is this the first were hearing this??? Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!!!!!! Quiet_Dancer: 🤗 Zombie: At least Cass and Dickiebird are happy for me Spoiler-Alert: Ecstatic! But details! Now. Zombie: No. Fly-Like-A-Dick: Is she a redhead??? Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Jasmine Nightingale. Zombie: Babs. Oracle_of_Gotham: On it. [member Sleep_When_Im_Dead has been blocked from the group.] Spoiler-Alert: too late!!!!!! Cass with me! Quiet_Dancer: 🫡 Oracle_of_Gotham: DENIED Batdad: Welcome back Jaylad. Zombie: Old man You and I need to have a talk with words Fly-Like-A-Dick: battle stations everyone!!!

Council of Uncaged Birds

Queen_Regent: Ellie, I want you to meet Jason. Officially meet him. WanderingPrincess: eh??? temp said wasnt srs Queen_Regent: Danny No InfiniteStarPrince: Danny YES Frosty said they are soulmates!!!!!! WanderingPrincess: 🤯😱 wha th fuck!!!1 Queen_Regent: language! WanderingPrincess: ENGLISH imma get a shovel gotta undead weenie 2 bury.

Template. [user InfiniteStarPrince has left the chat] WanderingPrincess: coward Queen_Regent: I have many regrets. WanderingPrincess: u luv us 👻

Lady & Knight chat Lady: Jay remember when I told you I wanted you to meet Ellie? Knight: She’s bringing a shovel isn’t she. Lady: I love how brilliant you are. Knight: I aim to please.

Lady & Knight chat Knight: you patrolling tonight? Lady: wasnt planning on it Knight: wanna meet me? Lady: same time same place? Knight: you know it

The abolishment of the Anti-Ecto Acts officially happened at three pm on a dreary Gotham Tuesday. Jazz was cuddled with Jason on his couch, dozing off to his heartbeat as he read Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. The comfortable silence they had wrapped themselves in only occasionally broken by Jason turning a page was completely shattered when Jazz’s phone rang with the Ghostbusters theme song.

“Danny?” Jazz answered surprised, “School isn’t out yet, what’s wrong?” She was greeted by Danny’s heaving cries as he replied.

“Batman, he- he did it!” Danny sobbed, “He saved us.”

It clicked then. The Dark Knight had completed the task he was entrusted with by a Spirit of Protection, the Once and Future Star King, and unknowingly kept the promise a ghost made to a young Jasmine Fenton.

One day my son will stop this. All of this. You only need to be strong. Take care of yourself and your brother. I promise.

She had waited years for the promise to be fulfilled, the sworn promise of the dead to a living child. Jasmine was a patient soul, but she had still been a child that night in Gotham.

(The Drs. Fenton believing the stories about a ghostly vigilante patrolling the streets, a never aging child by their side.) (Dragging their children with them. ) (Hungry and cold.) (A dead man who swore his son would end their torment one day.)

(She should’ve known it wouldn’t come fast enough to save Danny.)

How was she to know the ghost was speaking of the Realms inhabitants, not the abused and neglected children of Ghost Hunters? How was she to know that the hope such a promise kindled wasn’t hers to keep? Jason wrapped his arms around her, the book set aside and her phone gently taken from her grasp to be put on speaker so they could both talk to her little brother. Danny had dissolved from heaving sobs to muffled hiccups, seemingly now that he’d shared the news with his sister.

“He really did,” she muttered. “He really did it.”

(The furry fucker actually did it.) (She’d known that he was going to try, but humans are stubborn creatures.)

A/N: Hi! Welcome to an update for the Regent. Just to be fully transparent with each of my readers - The Regent is still on Hiatus.

I have deleted so much of my writing because I don't like the flow/dialogue/pacing. Original ending thrown out and rewritten twice- still don't care for it. Who knew something other than Angst would be so difficult.

(Not me!)

Having said that, this entry is of course beta'd by the wonderful @meditating-cat who has put up with my random messages.

(You are amazing!)

(In all honesty, I wish I could just skip right to the ending because at least I know 100% I can get it just right....eventually.)

Thanks for reading and happy easter!

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Foot Clan incorrect quotes pt 2

Turns out I was bothered

Anton: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. Xever: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

Tiger Claw: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for. Tiger Claw: *dumps 3 shopping bags of vodka on the table* Ivan: ...Thanks.

Xever: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Anton: Ivan, do you love me? Ivan: Of course I do! Anton: Would you still love me if I did something bad? Ivan: Well, of course I… would… Anton: I mean something really, really— Ivan: Anton, what did you do?

Anton: So, Baxter is late today. Anyone wanna bet why? Anton: I say they slipped through the subway grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man. Ivan: I don't know about that...I think either their alarm clock didn't go off, or they're in line at the bank. Chris: Take this more seriously! Baxter was clearly taken in their sleep! Tiger Claw: I bet they tucked themselves into the bed too tightly and got stuck. Xever: Maybe they fell into another dimension where they're more interesting...? *Baxter arrives* Baxter: Sorry I'm late - there was a problem at the bank. Ivan, clapping their hands in excitement:HOT DAMN!

Anton: I put the pun in punishment. Tiger Claw: I put the top in unstoppable. Baxter: I put the cute in execute. Xever: I put the sexy in dyslexia. Chris: I put the ass in class. Ivan: I put the D in Anton.

Ivan: I like your top, Xever! Chris: I have a name, you know. Xever: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Tiger Claw: I have been tricked, I have been backstabbed, and I have quite possibly been bamboozled.

Baxter: I have passed the transitional stage of internet geekhood. Baxter: I was cashiering at work today, and was punching in the code for plums, which is 4040, and the 0 key doesn't work this well, so I punched it in wrong. And the machine flashed up "Item Not Found: 404". Baxter: And I actually laughed out loud.

Baxter: Time sensitive question how flirt boy. Xever: Throw rocks at he. Chris: Hot Dogs. Tiger Claw: Kill him. Baxter: Thanks guys.

Tiger Claw: We call that a traumatic experience. Tiger Claw, turning to Anton: Not a "bruh moment". Tiger Claw, turning to Ivan: Not "sadge". Tiger Claw, turning to Xever: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

Ivan: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Ivan: *upends the bottle*

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Tiger Claw: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Baxter: ...I did. I broke it. Tiger Claw: No. No you didn't. Chris? Chris: Don't look at me. Look at Xever. Xever: What?! I didn't break it. Chris: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Xever: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Chris: Suspicious. Xever: No, it's not! Ivan: If it matters, probably not, but Anton was the last one to use it. Anton: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Ivan: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Anton: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Ivan! Baxter: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Tiger Claw. Tiger Claw: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Ivan: Tiger Claw... Chris’s been awfully quiet. Chris: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Tiger Claw, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Tiger Claw: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Tiger Claw: Tiger Claw: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Ivan: Regular soda is too sweet! Anton: Diet soda has a weird after taste! Ivan: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY! Anton: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda! Ivan: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink! Anton: I'm going to physically attack you. Ivan: Which is better, Tiger Claw? Tiger Claw: Oh, I usually drink water! Anton: Wha- NO! Ivan: DISGUSTING!

Chris: You know you can die from that, right? Ivan: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point. Xever: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up. Baxter: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

Baxter: You know, Anton, when you generalize, you tell general… lies. Anton: … Anton: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

TC: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Anton: Well Ivan and I- Ivan: *elbows Anton* Anton: ...wouldn't know.

TC: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

Anton, bursting into the room: You two are having sex! Xever, not looking up from their book:Really? Chris, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

Chris, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like? Ivan: *Sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside* Baxter: *Sends a picture of a shot glass with an Apple poorly drawn inside* Anton: *Sends picture of person dunking a Basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple* Chris: I hate all of you.

Anton: Ivan and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. TC: What did you do? Anton: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Ivan: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Chris: Is it still visible? Where Xever slapped me? Ivan: Your face looks like a don't walk signal. TC: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box. Baxter: A palm reader could tell Xever's future by looking at your face. Anton: The phrase 'talk to teh hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face. Chris: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

Anton: What are you planning to do? Chris: Hey, now. "Planning"?! Do you KNOW who you're talking to?!

Anton: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Chris: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Xever: I recorded the dumb stuff. Ivan: I joined you in the dumb stuff. TC: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

Baxter: *tapping fingers on table* Anton: *taps fingers back furiously* Xever: …What’s going on? Ivan: Morse code. They’re talking. Baxter: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … - Anton: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Ivan: What are you getting Xever for the holidays? Chris: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet. Baxter: I'm getting Xever a divorce lawyer.

#tigerclaw #baxter stockman #xever montes #fishface #chris bradford #rahzar #ivan steranko #rocksteady #anton zeck #bebop #bopsteady #royal weenies #dogfish #xeverford #foot clan #tmnt 2012

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myonos · 10 months

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mischief - full ver

yang jungwon x f!reader

genre: fluff, no angst because i’m a weenie

wc: 5k

warnings: mentions of nudity, like one curse word lmao

IN WHICH you are a mermaid and jungwon is human.

Jungwon knows he shouldn’t be out here.

Deep in the woods, with nobody around.

But curiosity got the better of him.

He eventually finds himself standing before a small body of water.

The trees surrounding the area are tall, covering the entire area in shade.

Jungwon stares at his reflection in the clear water before stripping himself of his shoes and socks.

As his feet submerge in the cool water, he feels himself relax, shoulders dropping.

He hears a sound in the water, eyes wide in search of the culprit.

He expects a fish or just a piece of seaweed, but what reveals itself is nothing of the sort.

There you are, a mermaid?

Your eyes search Jungwon’s, looking for any signs of fear.

He doesn't back away, so you glide forward.

Your tail is a majestic royal blue. It glimmers in the water. Your chest is bare, and Jungwon tries not to stare. Your hair is long, flowing in the water.

Your eyes are mischievous but playful.

Jungwon’s eyes stay trained on yours as you swim backward, showing your entire self to him.

Swimming back towards him, you offer him a scaly hand. He takes it somewhat hesitant but grips it tightly once he has it.

You gently pull Jungwon into the water. It's not too deep, but deep enough that he floats comfortably.

You swim circles around him, smiling as he laughs.

As you float before him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

He gulps, having never been this close to a girl, let alone a mermaid.

Your fingers trace his features, strong brows, cheeks, and soft lips.

Jungwon brings his own hands forward to brush your hair behind your ears. He wants to speak, but no words come out.

You let out a small chirp, tilting your head to the side.

Jungwon copies you, making you laugh.

Your laugh is melodious. It sounds like honey to Jungwon’s ears.

You bring your lips to his cheek, letting them brush against it.

You can see the blush rise to his cheeks, making its way up to his ears.

You do the same on the other side, trailing your lips down.

Your face is right in front of his, eyes pleading. For what? Jungwon thinks he knows.

Slowly, he closes the gap between you.

His lips find yours in a sensual kiss.

He's never done this before, but it feels incredible.

Your lips move simultaneously, pushing and pulling.

His hands make their way down your back, holding your waist.

As you separate, Jungwon can hear his mother calling for him. He must leave.

You pout, not wanting him to go.

He pecks your lips again, a promise that he'll be back.

As Jungwon gets out of the water, he doesn't know how he’ll explain that he's drenched. But it doesn't matter.

He doesn't know your name, but he plans to find out one way or another. He decides to call you Mischief, for now, your eyes ingrained in his mind.

Now, all he wants is to see you again, and he can't wait.

You feel ecstatic as you rush back to your pod.

They didn’t know you were up there. Interacting with humans is strongly advised against.

It's not prohibited, but your people fear humans will hunt them if they were to learn of their existence.

You find your best friends in a group as you float beside them.

“Where have you been?” Chaewon asks.

“I met a human boy,” you giggle as your tail splashes behind you.

Your friends gasp, “Y/N! You know we're not supposed to interact with them,” Yeri scolds.

You sigh, “I know. But he was right there, so cute, and I couldn't help myself.”

Yunjin is biting her nails, something she always does when she gets nervous. “Was he afraid?”

You shake your head, “He even swam in the water with me. We didn't even talk. We just laughed…and maybe kissed.”

They gasp even louder, drawing attention from some others around you.

You shush hastily, “Stop, you're overreacting.”

“Overreacting? Y/N, you kissed a boy! A human one, no less!” Chaewon whispers, pushing your shoulder.

“Are you gonna see him again?” Yujin asks, bending closer to you.

“Hopefully? I'm going back tomorrow.”

“Let's just hope you don't get caught.” Yeri rubs your arm, looking sympathetic.

Yeri is somewhat of a romantic. The thought of a “forbidden” love melts her heart.

The next day, you leave the pod undetected as you did before.

Making your way to the small pool connected to the ocean, you wait.

Footsteps approach, and you duck.

You recognize Jungwon’s face as he comes forward, and you happily swim toward him.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.”

You realize this is the first time you’ve heard each other's voices.

“I never got your name,” Jungwon says, taking his shoes and socks off. “I'm Jungwon.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

You blush.

Jungwon puts his feet in the water and you swim to come between his legs.

“Where are you from?” You ask, resting your head on his thigh.

He looks away in embarrassment for a moment before turning back to you.

“I’m from here, my house is just a couple of feet away from the woods. I’m not supposed to be this far out, but how can I not when you’re here?”

You giggle, drawing patterns on his thigh with your finger.

“Do you regret the other day? Kissing me?”

Jungwon shakes his head vigorously, “No! That was like, the greatest thing I've ever experienced.”

“So, would you mind doing it again?”

You pull yourself out of the water, sitting next to him on the soft grass.

Jungwon leans forward, kissing you softly.

Your hand finds the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there.

Suddenly there's a splash, and your friend's heads appear from underneath the water.

“What are you guys doing here?” You exclaim, looking at Jungwon next to you.

“We wanted to meet your boyfriend,” Chaewon says, giggling at your shocked expression.

“Correction. Chaewon wanted to meet him, and I got dragged along,” Yunjin interjects.

Yeri nods, saying the same.

“Whatever,” Chaewon rolls her eyes.

You sigh, “You guys shouldn't have come up here. The others might get suspicious.”

Chaewon tells you it's fine, that no one noticed them leaving.

“Fine. Jungwon, this is Chaewon, Yunjin, and Yeri. Guys, this is Jungwon.”

Jungwon gives a shy wave and the girls enthusiastically wave back.

They start bombarding Jungwon with questions which he answers graciously.

You don't know how long you spend there, Jungwon answering questions while you look at him lovingly.

“It's starting to get dark, we should get going,” Yunjin says.

You pout, hating to leave Jungwon again.

It's almost as if he read your mind, “I'll see you again tomorrow, yeah?”

You nod, pecking his lips.

He blushes while the girls squeal.

As you leave, the girls can't help but talk your ear off.

They tell you how cute Jungwon is and how they approve of him.

You can't help but recall how he didn't deny it when they called him your boyfriend. Does he view you that way? You assume he must.

That night, you sleep happily knowing you have someone like Jungwon.

Your head lays in Jungwon’s lap, him playing with your hair.

“What’s your world like?” Jungwon asks, twirling a piece of your long hair around his finger.

“Well, I spend every day with my friends. We either swim around the ocean interacting with sea life or we stay in our grove. Sometimes I spend time alone.”

“There’s no tv or phones down there?” The way Jungwon cocks his head is adorable, it makes you giggle.

“No. I’ve read about them in our library but we don't have technology.”

“I would show you if I could.”

You nod, “I know. But for now, just being with you is enough for me.”

Jungwon pulls you up for a kiss, humming in content.

“I’m so in love with you,” he says after pulling away.

“And I'm in love with you,” you reply.

Jungwon tells you about his life and his friends. He doesn't mention his family and it makes you curious, but you don't pry.

He has multiple friends whose names you learn one by one.

The smile on his face as he talks about them makes you happy. You're glad he has people in his life who care about him.

You must count as one of those people too now?

Jungwon asks you to tell him more about yourself.

You tell him how you love sunrises and sunsets, spending time every day to watch them.

Your favorite color is orange, another reason you love the sun.

Jungwon looks at you with so much love in his eyes, it almost makes you shy. To be the focus of someone's attention like that, it's something you've never felt.

Your time once again comes to an end. But now, you don't have to feel sad. You know you’ll see Jungwon again the next day.

You don't forget to keep the girls updated about your time with Jungwon.

They're in awe at your stories, happy for their friend.

Jungwon wishes the same could be said for him.

He wants nothing more than to tell his friends about you. But unfortunately, he knows they'd pester him about you, asking to know who you are. He can't exactly tell them you're a mermaid, they'd either think he's lying or crazy, or both!

At the same time, he almost likes keeping you to himself, with nobody to butt in and take your attention away from him.

He's never been in love before, but if this is what it feels like, he's never been happier.

It's early in the morning, way before your meeting time with Jungwon. You're in the library, reading about human history.

You're thinking about what Jungwon said yesterday.

That he wishes he could show you the human world.

Believe it or not, the human world is something you've always been interested in.

You wish there was a way to experience it.

Maybe there is?

There's a restricted section towards the back of the library that no merperson is supposed to go in.

You being you, never listen. Surprisingly, you've never been caught in the restricted section. Today is no different as you make your way to the back, searching for a specific book.

Your eyes glimmer in excitement as you find exactly what you're looking for.

“Lost Magic” is written in big, black letters on the front cover.

You flip through, magic crowns, magic hourglasses, magic figurines, and then you find it.

A magic necklace that's said to give you any power you wish for, even the power of transformation.

With this necklace, you could become a human and spend more time with Jungwon!

You hear a sound from the entrance of the library so you scurry out of the restricted section, making your way to the front.

You look around, no one is there. Taking the book, you make your way back to your grove.

When you tell the girls about your idea, they look at you like you've grown another head.

“Are you crazy?” Yunjin exclaims. “Magic items are impossible to find, a lot of them are in dangerous places.”

Chaewon and Yeri nod along, “Even I think it's dangerous, and you know me!” Chaewon says.

“I know it's a crazy idea but this could mean spending more time with Jungwon and that's all I want.”

Their questioning stares almost make you retreat, but you stay firm with your decision.

Chaewon sighs, “Fine, we’ll help.”

Yeri and Yunjin's eyes widened “We will?”

“We will.”

So, you set out. The book says the last known location of the magical necklace, officially named The Myonos, was in the depths of the Myronia Sea.

That's not far, so you and the girls swim your way down there.

It's dark and creepy, you want to back away, but your determination pushes you forward.

Chaewon, Yunjin, and Yeri follow behind you.

You can barely see in the deep waters but a faint glow guides you. It's the necklace, stuck in a log of wood.

You go to reach for it but a large mouth comes and bites at you, almost taking your hand.

You all shriek, backing away from the log.

Two eels slither out of the log, “What business do you have with The Myonos?” They speak simultaneously, their voices scratchy, like gravel.

You gulp, swimming just slightly forward.

“I want the necklace to become a human.”

“Human you say? You may take the necklace but he warned! If you are not back in the water by 10:00 at night, you will stay stuck as a human, forever!”

They slither away, leaving the necklace free for you to take.

As you're about to grab it, Yunjin stops you. “Wait! You heard what they said, is it really worth it?”

You stop to think.

You risk never being a mermaid again if you don't make the deadline.

But, being without Jungwon is something you can't imagine.

Do you take the chance?

“Yes,” you say, taking the necklace from the log.

Jungwon is already waiting for you when you get to the small pool.

“Hi,” he smiles.

“Hi. I have something to tell you.”

He's quiet, letting you continue.

You bring out the necklace and his eyes fall to it.

“This is The Myonos. It’s a powerful necklace that can grant any power to the person who has it. I think if I wear it, I can become human.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened, “Become human? Is that really possible?”

“Yes. I want nothing more than to be with you. For you to show me the human world. Will you?”

Jungwon looks into your big doe eyes, and he thinks that he'd want nothing more.

“I will do anything for you.”

You put the necklace on and follow the directions from the book. Tell the necklace your desire and it will come true.

“I wish to become human.”

Within seconds the water around you begins to swirl, covering your body from head to toe.

When it stops you no longer feel as heavy. Looking down, you see two long human legs.

“Oh.”

Jungwon looks away from you, blushing.

“What's wrong?”

“You’re…..naked. I mean, I got used to seeing the top part but not the bottom. Stay there! I'm gonna get you a towel and clothes.”

Without another word, he gets up and runs away.

You float there, admiring your new set of legs.

Kicking them in the water, you get used to the feeling of not having a tail.

Jungwon comes back a few minutes later.

“I had to steal these clothes from my sister, they should fit you.”

You put on the underwear, sweatpants, and shirt he gives you, (you ditched the bra, it was uncomfortable).

Jungwon begins leading you out of the woods, but you're already amazed. The trees are so tall and green. The flowers around you have bloomed beautifully. When you get out of the woods, you're greeted by a huge house.

“Is this your house?” You ask, gasping as Jungwon nods.

“Nobody is home right now, so we can go inside.”

Exploring Jungwon’s house is like nothing you’ve ever seen, not even in your books.

He shows you his room and you coo at the stuffed animals on his bed.

He blushes, throwing them around the room, “My mom buys me these.”

“But you keep them! And that's so cute!”

After showing you the rest of his house, Jungwon insists on showing you around town.

You go to his favorite place first, the arcade.

He shows you how to play all the games, and somehow you end up beating him at everything?

He pouts as you beat him again for the fifth time, but automatically brightens up once you kiss him.

After that, he brings you to his favorite restaurant. He orders a whole load of food for you to try, which you do eagerly.

It’s all delicious, flavors you’ve never tasted before.

“Jungwon!” You hear someone call from behind him.

6 boys are walking towards your table and Jungwon turns to you, almost panicked.

“Those are my friends. I haven’t told them about you 'cause I didn’t know how not to mention you know…”

“And who would this be?” One boy says. You notice his large, doe eyes first out of all his facial features.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

You internally scream at him calling you his girlfriend, like it’s almost too good to be true.

The boys all gasp, then they’re ranting.

You hear multiple exclamations of “Why didn’t you tell us,” and “I can’t believe this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! We’re still kinda new so I didn’t wanna rush it.” Jungwon waves his hands furiously, trying to call them down.

He turns to you, giving an apologetic smile.

You giggle, waving your hand, letting him know it's alright.

The boys spend the next few seconds introducing themselves.

You shake their hands enthusiastically, happy to meet Jungwon’s friends.

They all sit down and within seconds you’re having a conversation with them like you’ve known them forever.

You manage to dodge questions about where you’re from, your family, and things like that.

It wouldn’t be the best idea for them to find out about you, at least so early.

Another hour passes with you and the boys eating, talking, and having fun.

Jungwon tells them you have to leave and you sadly get up, wishing them farewell.

“I know you wanted to keep talking to them, but there’s somewhere else I wanted to take you before today is over,” Jungwon says, taking your hand into his.

You end up walking a couple of blocks away from the restaurant.

When you reach your destination, you’re filled with excitement.

Jungwon has brought you to a cat cafe.

You’ve read about human animals and pets but never thought you’d get to experience it for yourself.

You get situated and immediately cats start to flock to you and Jungwon.

You’re trying to pet them all and Jungwon is watching you with a smile.

“You’re so cute,” he says.

You smile back, “You’re cuter. It’s like looking at a bunch of yous.”

You knew Jungwon looked like something you’d seen before, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Now you know, he has the cutest cat face ever.

You and Jungwon stay there for a while, eating desserts and feeding the cats treats.

By 9 o’clock, you know it’s time to leave.

Coming back to your little pool in the woods, Jungwon bids you farewell with a sweet kiss.

As you get back into the water, it immediately swirls around you as it did before, and you’re back to having a tail.

You have to say you almost missed it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask, tilting your head.

Jungwon nods, “See you tomorrow.”

You and Jungwon spend the next couple of days together, doing everything you can think of.

He takes you to the local library and you’re fascinated with all the different subjects.

A particular fantasy book catches your eye and Jungwon chuckles as you show it to him. “The Little Mermaid” is printed on the front and you spend some time reading it.

It’s not very accurate, but you have a fun time anyway.

There are so many books about the human world, you wish you could take them all.

Afterward, Jungwon takes you to the movie theater and you watch the goriest slasher film they’re playing.

It’s disgusting and yet you’re somewhat fascinated.

Jungwon had to close his eyes at certain parts of the movie, but you held his hand through it all.

He takes you to the local record shop where you’re impressed by all his knowledge of music. He shows you record players, vinyls, CDs, and even digital forms of music on his phone.

You listen to old hip hop and r&b in the store and find it to be your new favorite sound, next to Jungwon’s voice.

Another day passes with you and Jungwon having the most fun together. His parents still don’t know about you, which is fine.

You don’t know how they’ll react if they know about you, and neither does Jungwon.

Later on, when Jungwon gets home, the first thing he hears is hee complaining.

“What’s going on?”

His sister turns to him, “I can’t find my favorite tee, you know the red one?”

Oh shit.

Jungwon knows exactly what shirt she’s talking about because he stole it for you to wear.

He still has his sister's clothes that you’ve worn the past 2 days, they’re in his laundry hamper.

“I haven’t seen it,” he says, quickly making his way to his room.

Without interference, Jungwon takes the clothes along with his own and goes to the laundry room to start a wash.

He has to find another way to get you clothes without his sister getting suspicious.

It’s almost 10 o’clock, but some stores must still be open.

He finds the closest clothing store to his house and makes his way in.

He purchases multiple shirts, underwear, and pants for you.

When the cashier gives him a look, he pretends not to notice.

Getting back to his house, his sister is no longer in the living room, she must have gone to her room.

He sighs in relief, nobody is here to question him.

Bringing the clothes to his room, he places them in his drawers, underneath his clothes.

Jungwon lays in bed that night, thinking about you.

Who else would he be thinking about?

It's only been a couple of days since you discovered each other, but Jungwon has never been happier.

He never knew that having a girlfriend would be so amazing.

Wait.

Jungwon realizes he never asked you to be his girlfriend, you've just been using the word as a disguise.

Do you want to be his girlfriend? He definitely wants you to be.

He decides tomorrow will be the day he officially asks you.

Jungwon is waiting for you with a new set of clothes.

After your transformation, you put on the clothes and ask “What are we doing today?”

“I was thinking we could just stay here for today.”

He gestures behind him and you see a beautiful setup with a blanket on the ground, fake candles surrounding it, and a basket.

“I didn't wanna cause a fire so I used fake candles, I hope it's okay. I also have this,” and he hands you a beautiful rose.

“Oh Jungwon, it's beautiful.”

He leads you to the blanket and you sit down gently.

Jungwon opens the basket and you find all your favorites from the restaurant the other day.

You and Jungwon spend your time talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company.

“There's a reason I set this up,” Jungwon says after a silent pause. “I wanted to tell you something.”

You stay silent, waiting for Jungwon to speak.

“Y/N, meeting you has to be the greatest experience I've ever had. You're funny, you're beautiful, you're so full of life it makes me feel like I can't be without you. I know we've used the excuse of you being my girlfriend before, but now I'm actually asking. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You can feel your heart bursting inside your chest.

You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Jungwon because nothing was certain. Now you know he feels the same way about you that you feel about him.

You nod enthusiastically, “Yes, Jungwon. I’ll be your girlfriend!”

You throw yourself onto him, both of you laughing as you fall over.

He places a kiss on your head before finding his way to your lips, enveloping them in a kiss.

You spend the rest of the evening reveling in your new relationship teasingly calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, like kids.

1 MONTH LATER

You and Jungwon have been going strong. You spend every day together either in the woods, in town with his friends, or in his home.

You finally met his family and they loved you immediately.

His parents welcomed you with open arms and his sister squealed about having a new friend.

She said you can bully Jungwon together, which you teasingly agreed with.

Today you and Jungwon are at the grove.

It’s been hard keeping your secret, but you’ve managed nicely.

“Maybe we should tell them? Your friends and family? I don’t know how they’d react but I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up. They’re constantly asking about my parents and home and we’re running out of excuses.” You say, combing your fingers through Jungwon’s hair, his head in your lap.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know how’d they react either,” he replies. “I don’t want them to be scared of you, or think badly of you because of it.”

“I don’t think they’d be scared. Confused for sure, but not scared.”

Jungwon hums.

“It’s up to you,” he says. “If you want to tell them, then we will.”

You contemplate it for a second. If you tell the truth, that’s no longer a secret you have to hide. But if their reaction goes badly, it could put you or your pod in danger. And you might not be able to see Jungwon anymore.

You think taking the chance is necessary.

“Let's tell them tomorrow.”

Tomorrow comes faster than you anticipated and suddenly your nerves are flaring.

You managed to gather everyone at the grove, even Jungwon’s parents, who now stare at you both in confusion.

“What's going on?” Jungwon’s mother says.

“There's a secret we've been keeping from you for a bit now.” Jungwon begins, taking your hand in his.

“Oh god, don’t tell us Y/N’s pregnant?” Heeseung blurts out, and everyone looks at you both in panic.

You both shake your heads vigorously, “No one is pregnant,” you confirm and you see a sigh of relief fix onto everyone’s faces, especially Jungwon’s parents.

“The truth is, our relationship started here at this grove, but not how you think.”

You decide to just come out and say it.

“I'm a mermaid.”

There's a long silent pause, before Niki, as blunt as ever, says, “Is this some sort of joke?”

Everyone starts to cautiously giggle and laugh like they don't know what else to do.

“It's not a joke,” you say.

You step into the water, clothes and all, and watch as the water swirls around you.

You can see the faces in front of you contort from confusion to shock as it happens.

Back in your natural form, the small crowd is silent.

“This is how we met.” Jungwon comes to sit beside you on the ground.

You pick your tail up for everyone to see.

Wide open mouths are all you get in response.

“We know this is kinda crazy but please don't be afraid, I promise we’re harmless,” you plead, hoping for someone to speak.

Jungwon’s mother finally closes her mouth, before opening it again. “I don't know what to say.”

Everyone nods their heads in agreement.

“Don’t say anything, just don't be upset.” Jungwon takes your hand again, tightening his grip.

“I'm not upset, this is like the coolest thing ever,” Jake pipes up.

He steps forward like nothing and sits on your other side.

“So are there more of you?”

And just like that he strikes up conversation like he's not talking to a mermaid.

You start to see everyone else visibly relax as the situation finally sets in.

They all make themselves comfortable as they listen to you speak.

You spend the next hour indulging everyone and their questions and you feel Jungwon squeeze your hand.

By nightfall, everyone has left and it's just you and Jungwon once again.

“I'm so glad this worked out, I was worried for a second.”

You nod in response, relieved yourself.

“They were all so cute asking me so many questions.”

Jungwon is thinking for a moment, it seems like it was serious given the look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just wondering, you’ve seen my world, but I still haven’t seen yours.”

Oh, right.

“Do you think that necklace could make me a merman?”

Your eyes widen at Jungwon’s inquisition.

“I don’t know, are you sure you’d wanna try that?”

He nods.

You take the necklace off, giving it to Jungwon.

He gets into the water beside you and says, “I wish to become a merman.”

The water swirls around him and the final result makes you gasp.

Jungwon’s tail is a brilliant shade of blue. It shines in the water.

“Oh my god,” Jungwon says, flicking the tail around.

“Jungwon… you're beautiful.”

He already was beautiful but now, he's even more beautiful.

You hug Jungwon tightly, not believing this is real.

“Well, let's go!” He dives beneath the water even before you do.

You lead Jungwon to your pod, but he's stopping every couple of seconds to admire the deep sea.

Animals come up to you, dolphins, and turtles, and Jungwon eagerly interacts with them all.

Normally outsiders would be questioned by your pod, but because he's with you, nobody questions it.

You see your friends who are all looking at you and Jungwon in shock.

“Jungwon!” Chaewon exclaims. “You're here!”

Your friends all swarm you. They got used to being up in the human world but never expected this.

You all decide to show Jungwon around, him meeting new people as you go.

You finally get to introduce Jungwon to your parents. They love him, even when you tell them he's actually human.

Yeah, it could've waited, but you figured it would be better to do it quickly.

You show Jungwon all your favorite places in the ocean and your cove.

You can see the night sky from your cove, and Jungwon stares in awe at all the stars.

Later on, you say goodbye to Jungwon as he makes his way back home.

You've had the best day of your life. The man you love is officially yours and you've been in each other's worlds, something that seemed impossible just a few days ago.

You and Jungwon are chilling on his bed when he suddenly brings you into a hug.

“What's this for?” You ask, not hesitating to hug him back.

“I’m just happy,” he says. “I have the girl of my dreams, an amazing life, and I get to experience a world others could only dream of. I'm just really happy we found each other that day.”

You bring Jungwon into a kiss, long and passionate.

“I’m happy too… happiest with you.”

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please excuse any typos or mistakes 🤣 i hope y’all enjoy this! i have a sunghoon idea in mind that will happen!!

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