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lunamonium · 1 year

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Treating Myself as A Writer: Wholesome Brodinsons and holiday fluff.

A New Asgard Brodinson Christmas*

Loki: You didn't.

Thor: [grinning]. I did.

A Christmas tree of generous width is in the living room covered in red and green ornaments. And because Midgard is Midgard [and Thor is cheeky] there are matching Thor and Loki ornaments. The 'star' is a tiny plastic Mjolnir. 🎄 🌟

Loki: Is that...is that little green man supposed to be me?

Thor: It is you, brother! And the other is me. Can't you see the likeness? [Strikes a triumphant pose and grin to match his ornament].

Loki: ...[pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh]. I am going to shower. And ponder why the Norns saw fit to give me such an oaf for a brother. [Ignores Thor's pout at his lack of enthusiasm].

Later, Loki and Bruce*

Loki: It's completely ridiculous. Asgard doesn't recognize 'Christmas'. Are we to indulge every mortal holiday simply because we live on Midgard now?

Bruce: [anxiously sipping on hot chocolate with a straw]. I-really am probably not the best person to ask...y'know...[waves hand and points to self with an awkward chuckle]. Mortal.

Loki: [without missing a beat, waves a dismissive hand]. I forgive you.

Bruce: [brow furrows].

Loki: He's been to Midgard before, he was mortal before. Why now all the fuss? He bought a Santa Claus costume. There's tinsel hanging from the ceiling and an inflatable Santa penguin outside our dwelling. It's madness!

Bruce: [clicks tongue and rubs the back of his neck] Look...[sighs heavily] This is your first Christmas since...yanno. You...came back. I think maybe he...just wants to make it special for you? [Sees Loki frowning and clears throat] ...maybe?

Loki: But I don't care about Christmas.

Bruce: [muttering] Shorter list is things you do care for but anyway-

Loki: [narrows eyes] -What was that?

Bruce: Nothing! He cares about you. That's what I was saying. Just trying to do something nice for you?

Loki: [blinks incredulously].

Bruce: Is that so hard to believe?

Loki: Quite frankly, that's no business of yours, Bruce.

Bruce: You came to me!

Loki: Even gods make mistakes, evidently. Enjoy your...liquid confection.

Bruce: [shaking his head as Loki disappears].

Loki: [disguises self as Bruce] If you want something done right...do it yourself as someone else. [Finds Thor adding more decorations outside and humming Christmas carols]. Heya, pal.

Thor: Banner! What do you think? [Gestures to the decorations with a grin].

Loki-Bruce: Truly a sight to behold...ah, buddy.

Thor: Right?! I used a lot of green. Hopefully Loki will like it. He didn't seem fond of our tree.

Loki-Bruce: Our tree? I had nothing to do with it!: He didn't? That's a shame. But I mean, you guys don't really celebrate Christmas, do you?

Thor: [exhales slowly and grimaces] Not really. Asgardians tend to find mortal traditions...

Loki-Bruce: Absurd? Nonsensical?

Thor: [brow furrows]. That's...one way of putting it.

Loki-Bruce: [imitates awkward chuckle] The right way.: Is it important that Loki...likes this? [Gestures vaguely towards the house].

Thor: [hesitates and then sighs as he sits on the end of his ladder]. He hasn't been...back for long. And we really haven't...talked about anything...meaningful, you know?

Loki-Bruce: I'm not sure I do.

Thor: [wrings hands a bit in a fidgety gesture] He hasn't even told me if he plans to stay.

Loki-Bruce: [eyes widen] W-...Did he give you reason to think he wouldn't?

Thor: [rueful, half-hearted chuckle]. The past decade, for starters?

Loki-Bruce: You could try asking him?

Thor: The thing is, the harder I try to bring him closer, the more he tends to run away. What if I ask and he feels compelled to...pull a Loki?

Loki-Bruce: [scrunches nose] Did you just use m-his name as a...thing?

Thor: [shrugs]. There's not much I can do for him here. No magical tomes to quest for. No gryffin talons he needs for some sorcerous working. Compared to life as a prince on Asgard...life here is...mundane. I can appreciate it but...I'm not sure my brother can. Still, I thought if I cannot do for him what I might have done in our youth...I could try to make our new home special for him. If he even considers it 'our' home.

Loki-Bruce: [swallows hard] I see.

Thor: You good, Banner? You're looking a little...[makes iffy hand gesture]

Loki-Bruce: Too much hot chocolate. In fact, I gotta, go...right now.

Thor: [lifts brow] Alright, see you at the dining hall tonight?

Loki-Bruce: Wouldn't miss it! [Leaves quickly and shifts back to himself out of sight].

Loki makes himself scarce for the next week leading up to Christmas and asks to borrow Stormbreaker to go off-realm. Thor is reluctant but agrees and doesn't see Loki for two days. He isn't back on Christmas Eve and Thor goes to bed fearing that his brother has indeed 'pulled a Loki'.

Christmas Morning*

Christmas music plays loudly in the living room and startles Thor awake. He cautiously leaves his room to find Loki sitting on the couch, reading casually.

Thor: Loki!

Loki: [doesn't look up from book]. Oh, good morning. Did the music wake you? I was in the mood for background noise but the wretched little radio will play nothing but carols.

Thor: [enthusiasm wanes, makes himself smile]. Well, it is Christmas, brother.

Loki: [looks up with a frown]. Oh, is that today? Hm. I suppose that explains why no one has risen yet.

Thor: [sighs quietly to himself, not sure if he should feel disappointed or that he failed in his 'mission'.] I have a few things for you, under the tree.

Loki: You got me Christmas presents?

Thor: [faintly annoyed expression] You need not sound so bothered. If you don't want them-

Loki: -No, no. Far be it from me to decline gifts. [Makes a gimme gesture].

Thor: [tempted to smother Loki with a blanket. Gives him the presents instead].

First present is a black and green leather-bound case with dual-level compartments. One of the compartments has a sprig of mistletoe.

Thor: For spell-working ingredients. Or whatever you might wish to store.

It's been a long time since Thor was thoughtful towards Loki's sorcery instead of mocking, Loki is touched.

Loki: How very useful, brother. I'm impressed. [Casual tone].

Next present is a dark green sherpa wrap.

Thor: I know the cold rarely bothers you but...you enjoy wrapping yourself. Especially in my hoodies. [Says wryly].

Loki: [primly] I'm sure I don't know what you mean. [Puts the wrap on, also casually]. It is rather soft. [Concedes].

Next present is an old-fashioned polaroid camera.

Loki: [studying it].

Thor: You've expressed interest in old technologies. And I thought it might amuse you.

Loki: My brother, thinking. [Little smile to show he's teasing and Thor huffs but smiles too].

Last present is a braid of hair with a few, silver charms with arcane symbols woven in.

Loki: A...braid?

Thor: It was Mother's.

Loki: [freezes].

Thor: She made it for me centuries ago, after the time I took a poisoned arrow. She charmed it for-

Loki: -Protection and fortune. And love and family. [Knows the meanings of the symbols]. How...do you still...

Thor: I had it in my armor on Svartalfheim...when Jane and I returned I left it in her keeping since I didn't know what reception to expect from Father. Or should I say you.

Loki: [clears throat].

Thor: She returned it not long after I arrived.

Loki: I see...but this was made for you, it's far too precious to be given to just anyone. The braid of the last true queen of Asgard.

Thor: [crouches down in front of Loki and folds Loki's fingers over it] Our mother. And I'm not giving it to just anyone. I'm giving it to you, Loki.

Loki: ...hm...[lips tighten into a thin line. Face looks similar to in the elevator on Sakaar].

Thor: [smiles and squeezes Loki's hands affectionately]. Merry Christmas, brother.

Loki: [blinks rapidly, eyes are wet]. Yes, well...I...thank you. For the gifts. [Coughs] I didn't realize it was Christmas, but ironically, I was able to finish something I've been working on. I suppose you may consider it a Christmas gift, if it pleases you. Although it is simply a coincidence.

Thor: [trying not to smile in a 'I know my little brother is lying through his teeth way'.] Of course. [Solemn tone and Loki looks at his brother 'suspiciously'].

Loki: Now hold still. This will hurt.

Thor: Wha-Ow! Loki! You...I...eye...what did you... [blinking and poking near his eye with a look of amazement].

Loki: Hence my absence and need for Stormbreaker. The sorcery needed to restore your eye was no small feat, Thor. You are exceedingly lucky to have such a talented and generous sorcerer for a-[is smushed in a hug]

Thor: [cups the back of Loki's head in his palm and leans their heads together. Plays off a phrase he used to tell Loki in their childhood] The luckiest brother in all the realms.

Loki: [silently slides arms up to reciprocate, presses his face into Thor's shoulder].

Thor: Thank you, Loki.

Loki: ...[faintly muffled] You're welcome, brother...[pulls back enough to look at Thor and their foreheads are nearly touching]. By the way. We're going to need to make some...renovations.

Thor: Renovations?

Loki: This home will do in the short term. But at the very least I must have a room for my books and experiments. And to lock you out.

Thor: ...

Loki: ...

Thor: What are you saying?

Loki: [frowns] Must I spell it out for you?

Thor: Yes. [Bluntly, hopefully].

Loki: [huff of 'great inconvenience']. If this is where we're going to be living for the foreseeable future then I need certain-Thor!-will you-brother! Must you-oof!

Thor: [squeezing Loki to bits, rubbing their heads together a bit, and big, rumbling laughs of happiness]. I love you, brother. I will spell it out for you. Since you felt the need to come to me as Bruce to speak with me.

Loki: [mouth falls open. eyes narrow] You deceitful-

Thor: -I don't want to hear that from you, little brother. [Grinning].

Loki: [drawls] You don't wish to hear that I reciprocate your childish sentiment? Then I suppose I won't say 'I love you too'. [Shrugs like he didn't just actually say it] [Thor beams and Loki will never admit it tempts him to say it again because the sight of his careworn big brother looking so happy over Loki expressing affection is heart-warming].

By the night time, Loki is wrapped in his sherpa with Frigga's braid in a place of honor so both brothers can see it. He encased it in break-proof, sorcerous glass. The brothers worked out how to use the polaroid, and Thor promptly comandeered his brother's present to take a number of pictures. Including one of a grinning Thor with his arm around Loki's neck, pulling Loki against him in a one-armed hug while Loki gives a crooked 'reluctant' smile with his hand gripping Thor's wrist.

And if Loki used sorcery to make himself a copy and put it in his pocket dimension with a protection spell...well, what is magic for?

Thor's copy was attached to their fridge with a magnet. Along with many more photos to come. Loki feigned complaint, but Thor has caught his brother smiling at the photos when he thought his brother wouldn't notice.

The brothers played silly, Midgardian board games while reminiscing about fond memories until sunrise. At which point they fell asleep mid-game, curled up next to each other like they were boys again.

And a Merry Brodinsonsmas to all, and to all a good night! 🌙 🎁

#brodinsons #thor odinson #loki odinson #marvel #a03 writer #loki fluff #thor fluff #thunderfrost #thor and loki #bruce banner

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kuroosweakness · 2 years

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you know the song "i saw mommy kissing santa claus" ? imagine an au where the kuroo family celebrates xmas, sumi waking up, bleary eyed with her hair messy, seeing kuroo in a santa costume (who was ready to surprise sumi, and who sumi actually believes is santa lol) kissing her mommy under the mistletoe!!! omg i'd imagine she'd be so confused and sad but also... how would her parents explain it to her without y'know... crushing all of her santa dreams LMAO? poor sumi 😭

OMG YES !!

I LOVE THIS SCENARIO

PLS sumi's curiosity got the best of her...when she first stepped out of her room, she told herself that all she wanted was to get a glass of water from the kitchen

so when she saw mommy kiss santa claus, her heart dropped :'

bc santa is actually real and right there in front of her!!!

why is mommy kissing him??! where's daddy?? daddy would be sad :(

where're the presents?? why are there still barely any presents. instead of kissing mommy, maybe he should..y'know do his job and drop 10 presents for her~

intimidated and a bit scared, sumi rushes back to her room and softly closes her door, staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night :'

the next morning, she dashes to daddy (who is still half-asleep haha) and climbs into the warm bed beside him

"daddy?"

"hmm.....?"

sumi looks around and whispers, "i saw mommy kiss santa yesterday?"

kuroo's eyelids fly open as he processes her words. suddenly, he chuckles and shakes his head amusingly, "hmm...try not to worry about it, baby"

sumi's like ???

poor sumi hahaha how're they ever going to explain :')

#lia convos #sumi kuroo related convos

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ilikejokerfemc · 2 years

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Something that I just whipped up on a whim.

(Well, enjoy some of this content while I get my ass through the midterm before resuming Messiah's Rebellion I supposed)

***December 24th 2016***

*Evening*

\-LeBlanc's Attic-/

Both Ren and Kotone are sitting on the old couch, lying to each other's shoulder, thinking about what they just did today. The leader of the Phantoms is very much enjoying this, but the redhead seems awfully absent-minded for some reason, urging Ren to have a talk with her.

Ren: "Hey Ko-chan, why aren't you enjoying this? I thought we were going to spent this together. Of course, none of... those stuffs."

Kotone: "Oh... It just reminds me of my supposedly... last Christmas."

Ren: "Last Christmas... You mean... When you were at the Port Island?"

Kotone: "Yeah... The memories are... kind of embarrassing to say the least, Ren-Ren. I was... basically alone, with no one to go out with. I mean I was given a... What is it..."

Ren: "Those Santa Claus style outfit that have you showing a bit of the skin?"

Kotone: "Yeah... Those one. I don't mind wearing those but it's like... December of all times to wear that! I almost had a cold that night. Still, that felt way better compared to the days after January 31st. That was truly one of the miserable experience I ever had living. Nyx can't be killed like Yaldabaoth, so I did the stupidest thing possible and..."

Ren: "And all is history, I supposed, Ko-chan?"

Kotone: "Ren-Ren, it's like what I have already said in like uh... when go around Mementos with..."

Ren: "I know. You practically confessed everything, but that just makes me... want to love you even more. You had to endure all of that, and yet..."

Kotone: "I get it, it sucks. But look, I'm still here, Ren-Ren! Do you have anything against it?

Ren: "Hey, not like I mind! But yeah... Thanks for all the support you give me, Ace (Kotone's codename in the Metaverse)..."

Kotone: "Hey! Don't just push all of that credit to me, Joker! You had to go through all of that in the first place. I'm just the companion, you mostly did the decision making anyway!"

Ren: "Haha... What do I know... Anyway, you mind letting your hair down, Ko-chan?"

Kotone: "Wha... I mean... Of course not! It doesn't pain me to do it anymore but... Fiiiinneee."

Kotone unties her hair and lets it down. Ren looks at her in appreciation and gratitude, knowing he roped himself into such a beaut.

Ren: "Say, m'lady..."

Kotone: "...Don't ever call me that!" (jokingly slaps Ren and looks him dirty)

Ren: "Fine... Say... Kiss?"

Kotone: "Can't you wait for White Day?"

Ren: "No can do, Ko-chan."

Kotone: "Welp, here goes nothing!"

(While kissing)

Ren: "Y'know... Still can't believe we killed a god today."

Kotone: "I've never thought it was possible to be frank, but... At least everything is sorted out I guessed."

Ren: "Yeah... Everything..."

And the duo kiss and hug each other for the rest, continue reminiscing of their past journey.

(Also yes, hair down FeMC supremacy)

#minako arisato #kotone shiomi #persona #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #Kotoren #red duo #i just thought this up #shared this with friends

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jaeminlore · 4 years

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If The Moon Tells You Something | Taeyong

summary: if the moon tells you something, believe it.

words: 4.1k+

category: jack frost au, rise of the guardians references and easter eggs, taeyong is a cutie, also inspired by my ocs raven, bc i love him

Fairy lights are strung across your headboard. They keep slipping off of the left corner, though, because your window is wide open. Winter hasn't been kind to your university's campus at all. Snow has been pelting the ground since the early morning.

Wind howls through the open window, rattling the pane and sending your thin, white curtains to billow out.

"This is ridiculous," you mutter. You head toward the pane and struggle to push it down, wondering why your house has to be so old; so finicky in extreme weather. Soon, your upper body is shivering from you leaning outside to brush away some of the heavy snow that had accumulated around the pane.

You can see the edge of your roof from your uncomfortable stretching. Snow falls onto your face as if it had been kicked off, so you wonder if there's an owl or a squirrel trying to make a small home for the night.

Instead, a boy peaks over. He smiles.

You shriek and back into your room, scraping your back on the wooden pane. "Ow," you bemoan quietly.

Hesitantly, you peak back out and are startled once again to see that the boy has — assumedly — jumped down to the awning just under your window. "Hello!" He greets, as if he is nothing but a casual passerby on the streets.

His dark locks are covered in white frost, and his lips are a blueish-purple. His eyelashes seem to be completely covered with icy snow. When he blinks at you, some of the melted ice trails from his eyelashes down his pale cheeks.

To you, he looks ethereal. Almost too beautiful to be human. It unnerves you, even more than him showing up unannounced in the middle of the night. "What— Who are you?"

He smiles, teeth sparkling. The air turns white when he talks. "I'm Taeyong."

You furrow your brows. "Are you trying to be Jack Frost or something? Because I'm pretty sure he doesn't scare people just before they're going to sleep!"

Taeyong is sitting cross-legged beneath your window. His elbows are perched on the sill and his chin is rested upon his palms. "Jack Frost is just a pseudonym. Like John Doe. I've been out all night doing icicle runs."

"What are icicle runs?"

"It's where I run across everyone's roof and leave icicles in my wake. It's a vital part of winter, you know." He says it so seriously, and his brown eyes glint with nothing but sincerity.

"So the legends are real?" you manage to breathe out, teeth beginning to chatter.

He laughs, and it sounds to be the warmest thing about him. "Am I going to start nipping at your nose? Maybe." He reaches out and pokes your nose.

You scrunch up your face as the chilliness spreads throughout your body. "Why don't you go bother someone else?"

Taeyong pauses. He looks almost sad. "Not many people can see me, you know? Usually just children. Really smart children who believe in myths adults struggle so hard to understand. Maybe the belief has never outgrown you."

You blink. "Maybe not."

"So I'm bothering you for now." The corners of his eyes crinkle.

You think of your assignment. An art piece on something you strongly believe in. Something abstract and realistic at the same time. Something that makes people think. Something that makes people believe what you do.

Usually, you'd be up to your chest in anxiety over such a large project, especially with it being due over winter break. However, you're snowed in this winter break, with no flights going in or out for a few days. You and your family decided it would be smart to refund the tickets and try for spring break instead.

The thought of spending the holidays alone, without your family, breaks your heart.

All this to say that you're nearly done with your project, since there's nothing better to do besides wallow around in your dorm or snoop through your absent roommates secret candy stash.

You're a bit at odds right now, wondering if the boy in front of you is real, or merely a fatigue-induced mirage crafted up from your extensive research on mythical legends and other things the majority of people tend to believe — at least to an extent.

"I'm real," the boy says. He drops into your dorm, and as soon as his bare feet hit the linoleum, a thin sheet of ice ripples across your floor, breaking apart like lightening bolts. It almost looks as if your floor is now a frozen lake, cracking to reveal the cold depths beneath. "At least, to you."

"So you're just a figment of my imagination?" You rubs your eyes. Once, twice. Then you blink. "You're still here."

"I'm not a figment of anything," he laughs. His eyes crinkle at the sides and there's a certain purity that seems to escape him in that moment. "I'm a guardian. I'm real. But only people who believe can see me."

"I didn't know I believed that much," you mumble to yourself.

A chill creeps down your spine, making you jolt in shock. You spin around, and Taeyong is just behind you, his pointer finger pressed between your shoulder blades.

"This is crazy," he whispers, more to himself than to you. "Not many people believe in Jack Frost, you know. Especially not adults."

"I'm barely an adult," you compensate. "I'm a college student. It's not like I have no wonder left in me."

Taeyong cocks his head to the side. Then he grins. His lip draw upwards into a wide, joyful expression. His eyebrows knit together, and you notice very briefly, that his eyes shine a certain hue of blue in the light. "Wonder. What a wonderful thing, huh?"

"I suppose."

Taeyong leaps back outside, and that's when you notice he isn't standing on anything. He's flying; floating in mid air with no foothold or handle anywhere.

You rush to the window and lean out, eyelids squinted as you try to catch a glimpse of him before the wind takes him away.

For a moment, you notice that he now has a staff in his hand. A long, hooked staff that resembles a gnarled tree branch of some sort. He holds it up, points it at the sky, and then he's gone.

And in his place, snowflakes fall.

"Do you believe in Jack Frost?" You ask your professor the next day. You're sitting with the old man outside on one of the many picnic tables around the campus. He's enjoying his own peaceful lunch break.

You, however, have nothing to do, and this is his last day of work until after winter break is over. You're beginning to think last night was just a strange dream, and you need someone to back you up. Therefore, your art professor.

He's one of those jolly old men who look like a mix between a mad scientist and Santa Claus. Professor Joyce, for instance, has a short white beard and bushy eyebrows that just nearly cover his friendly brown eyes. Currently, he is wearing khaki shorts and hiking boots, leaving his calves exposed to the harsh incoming winter. He's munching on carrot sticks, pondering your question with a ruddy smile. "Why? Has someone nipped at your nose?"

"Not exactly," you say, struggling to laugh at the joke that has him in mild stitches. "It's just... he's in Christmas songs, and he has like, ten movies named after him. I just wonder where the legend came from, and if it's real."

"I suppose all legends are real as long as there is belief. Who is to say that what exists in your head is not just as real as what is right in front of you? The entire system of belief begins with faith; the ability to believe what isn't seen."

"Yes, but say you did see something. Something most people don't believe in. How do you know that it wasn't a dream?"

"What did you see?" Professor Joyce narrows his eyes at you.

"Nothing," you speak quickly. "Nothing. I'm sure of it."

You wish him happy holidays, and let the man finish his lunch in peace. On your walk back to the dorm, you realize just how empty the campus is once students begin to return home. Only a few classes are left before break officially begins tomorrow, and only a few people are staying over break.

You wish you had followed your roommates lead and took your flight a week early. Lots of students had done that, after reading the weather reports and deciding it was smarter to simply miss a few classes rather than miss their entire winter break.

But no, you were dumb enough to think the storm would simply cease rather than get worse. Now you're stuck on campus looking like a fool, while only a few others mill around, matching your dismal mood.

You walk up the steps to your dorm building. The steps are coated in a thin sheen of ice, and the moment your sneaker sole steps on the last step, you slip and fall backwards. You close your eyes and brace for the impact of steps against your back, when you fall into someone's arms instead. Someone's very thin, cold arms.

"Woah there, better watch your step."

You jolt, jump out of the boy's arms and turn around. "Taeyong?" Hesitantly, you reach out and touch his hoodie-clad chest, surprised to feel solid muscle beneath it. You had half-expected your hand to fall right through.

"Questioning your beliefs again?" His voice is quiet; there's small smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm real, y'know."

You ignore him and continue to head towards your dorm. However, instead of taking the hint, Taeyong walks alongside you, steps spritely. Once you reach your door and stop, taking out your keycard, he stops too, and leans against his staff, simply watching you. "How interesting," he murmurs.

You avoid his gaze and push into your room. "What?"

"You don't want to believe in me, yet you do. That's not usually how it works."

"I don't believe in Jack Frost," you say. You notice the way the light dims behind his kind eyes, and for a moment you wish you could take it back. "But you're here. You're in front of me, and I can't say you aren't real, because it's obvious you are."

Taeyong raises his eyebrows. "I suppose. But I'm only visible to you because you believed beforehand. So you're lying to me."

"I'm not," you say. "I don't believe in fairytales."

"Hmm," Taeyong hums. He skips towards your desk and finds your laptop, open to your last researching topic before you went to take a walk. "The Legend of Jack Frost. You believe in me."

His sing-song voice irritates you only mildly. "I don't," you insist. "I'm studying you. It's for... its for an art project."

"An art project," Taeyong settles his arms across his chest. "So I'm your muse then."

"No," you say.

"Of a sorts."

"Of a sorts," you grit out. "But I was just looking you up after last night. I wasn't planning on you returning."

"And why not?" Taeyong pouts, leaning against his staff again. "You're the only one who believes in me for, like, miles. I want to hang out with you."

"Well, I have work to do, so if you're staying, stay quietly."

"I will!" Taeyong leaps onto your roommates bed and crosses his legs. Frost trails across the mattress and up the headboard. It creeps up the wall and covers the poster of your roommate's celebrity crush. "I promise."

"Okay." You resolve that even if he is just a figment of your imagination, you should still work on your project. You pull up your design page and begin brainstorming. There are many things you believe in, but none strong enough to convince others to believe as well. Nothing comes to mind, so you sit in front of your laptop screen, chewing on the end of your stylus.

You shiver.

"Sorry," Taeyong finally speaks up. "That's the unfortunate side of being my friend: it's always cold."

You grab your blanket off of your bed and wrap it around your shoulders, eyeing the small man as he sits still, just as you asked. He looks preoccupied, touching each polaroid on your roommate's wall and turning it to frost. You wonder briefly how much lasting damage that will have on the picture. But, then again, if he isn't real, then the pictures are fine. "Who said we were friends?"

"Aren't we?" Taeyong smiles lazily. "You believe in me, and I'm starting to believe in you. That's what friends do."

"You're "starting" to believe in me?" You make air quotes. "Why wouldn't you believe in me? I'm a human. I'm real."

"I'm real," Taeyong says simply. "I'm immortal, but I'm real."

"You're not in my history book," you say.

"You're not in mine," Taeyong sticks his tongue out childishly. "But I'm in that book."

He points to the shelf on your wall. There's a book there, one given to you by your great aunt, a long time ago. It's a book passed down through generations, with legends from different cultures. Saint Nicholas, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, The Boogeyman, The Tooth Fairy, and of course, Jack Frost. Other myths like yetis and leprechauns and the fae... anything children tend to believe in.

Anything you believe in. Or, used to believe in. Things that seem so childish when spoken aloud. Because you can't go out for drinks and discuss fairy circles. You can't leave cookies out for Santa when your roommate will laugh at you for it. You can't hide a tooth under your pillow out of fear that one morning it might still be there.

"That's from when I was a child," you say. "It's more for nostalgia than anything else."

Taeyong hums and drifts over to it, leaving a chill in his wake. He grasps the book and opens it up, He begins to leaf through it. "Usually, one who doesn't believe doesn't write notes on the things they don't believe in."

You feel your neck heat up as Taeyong trails his finger down your notes. "Why, just last year, you stuck your wisdom teeth beneath your pillow. Why would you do that if you don't believe?"

"I–" You take time to answer. "I'm not supposed to–"

"Not supposed to believe? Not supposed to have fun?" Taeyong looks concerned, closing the book and leaning in close. His face is just in front of yours, and his breath is cold against your cheeks. "Why not?"

You shrug and look away. "I don't know. It's different when you become an adult. People look at you weird if you believe in stuff like that."

"What about angels and demons and ghosts and gods?" Taeyong says, "Don't adults believe in them?"

"Those are different." You sit at your desk and put your head in your hands. "Those aren't just debate topics. They bring hope of an afterlife; of something more meaningful than life itself."

"And we don't?" Taeyong sits on your desk and closes your laptop. He leans onto his palm and circles the rim of your mug. "We don't bring hope?"

"Not to adults. Not when you start thinking about what life really means."

"What about to you?" Taeyong asks. His eyes are blown out, brown in color, but that familiar icy blue returns, creeping into his irises. He finally blinks, and frost drifts down his cheeks. "Do we bring hope to you?"

You suck in a breath and stare at him. "Yes. You do."

Taeyong doesn't return for two days, and you truly start to think he's found someone else who believes much more than you. You imagine that your heart, or soul, or wherever the belief is stored, is rather dim compared to the schoolchildren across town.

You stay on your bed, tossing a stress ball into the air and catching it, over and over again. The wind howls outside, rattling your window into opening, but you're too sad to close it. Christmas Eve is only a week away, and all flights in and out are still cancelled. The snow isn't letting up either, so you don't even want to risk walking out of your dorm.

You sigh and close your eyes. "I can't believe I'm saying this," you whisper into the empty room. "But Jack Frost, if you're near, could you come visit me?"

The wind whistles louder, and your window slams shut.

You jolt up, eyeing the window. "What the–"

"You called?" Taeyong is the in your doorway, leaning on his staff. He has a sort of shit-eating grin on his face. "I knew it wouldn't take long before you missed me."

You avoid his eyes and pick at the hem of your sweater sleeves. "I'm just... lonely here. That's all. I don't miss you, per se."

"I think you missed me." Taeyong says. His eyes shine with mirth and just as the room gets colder, you feel warmth flood your veins.

You don't deny it. "Come distract me from my project. I'm too upset to do anything productive."

You fall back down onto your bed, scooting sideways until your shoulder is pressing against the wall.

Taeyong lays down beside you. He conjures up a snowball, and begins to throw it up in the air, in the same speed that you throw your stress ball. "Distract you, huh?"

"Yeah. Anything."

"Hmm, should I tell you about me? How I came to be?"

"Yes, please," you set the stress ball down and turn on your side. You focus on Taeyong's side profile: his sharp jawline and the boyish slope of his nose. His eyelashes are still covered in frost, in an ethereal way that makes you think of snowflakes against a windowpane.

"My name is Jack Frost. How do I know that? The moon told me so. But that was all he ever told me. And that was a long, long time ago..."

Taeyong leaves after his story, but he comes around every so often after that, if just to tell you hello and ask about your project. You're still stumped, but it's easier to feel creative when he's around, so you mostly doodle sketches of him.

He continues his story every night, adding on as he remembers. You illustrate his stories, drawing rough sketches of the way he describes the elves and the easter bunny.

With each night your wonder grows, and you end up begging him to stay, if just to finish the story sooner.

Taeyong finally does finish it, the day before Christmas Eve, and you've hung onto every word. "So Pitch was defeated?"

"Yeah," Taeyong says. "I mean, as long as there is fear, he'll exist. But as long as there is belief, so will we."

He smiles at you, and you wonder if he's always been this handsome.

Christmas Eve is spent FaceTiming your family, and leaving them hints about what you've bought them. You even watch a movie with them through the screen, and you feel a lot better than you did before. They reassure you that Christmas in Springtime is most definitely a thing, and not something they made up on the spot.

You feel a bit better about spending Christmas alone.

Well, not alone. Realistically, all the other students who got snowed in will more than likely gather in the cafeteria tomorrow for cold pizza and a small gift exchange with the professors that also stayed over.

But you'll feel alone. No one you know is snowed in, and you've still got your project to complete.

You know exactly what you want to believe in now, even if your professor or peers might laugh at you.

With the radio playing a low hum of holiday music, you begin to sketch a rough outline of your project onto your tablet screen.

Your window rattles again.

You smile to yourself. "Come in, Taeyong."

You feel him before you see him by the cold frost that creeps across the windowpane and over to your feet, uncovered by your blanket. You shiver, and Taeyong finally makes himself known.

He stands beside your chair, watching you work. "It's me," His voice brightens. He leans down until his chest brushes against your shoulder.

Warmth spreads through your body just as quickly as the cold chill his skin brings. His chilly breath brushes against the shell of your ear, and you do your best not to let it distract you as you show him your project. "Yeah."

"Why?" Taeyong's voice has a sudden softness to it you haven't heard before.

"Because..." You trail off, wondering if its appropriate to tell an immortal guardian that you have a crush on him. It most certainly is, but Taeyong's eyes are a beautiful mix of brown and blue, and his eyelashes are a pretty cream color, mesmerizing as they fall against his opaque skin. "Because you're what I believe in most."

With Taeyong so close, you can hear his breath catch in his throat. "You admitted it," he whispers. "Like, properly."

"No sense telling myself any different," you conclude.

Taeyong doesn't answer; doesn't move, so you turn your head to check his reaction.

You heart lurches in your chest when you realize hes already looking at you. Your nose bumps against his. A chill spreads across your face, opposing Taeyong's cheeks, now rosy with a sort of frost bitten warmth one receives after coming into the house after a long day of playing in the snow.

You focus on his eyes. The reflection of the fairy lights behind the two of you flicker in his eyes, along with an emotion you can't name.

It disappears just as quickly, and it's replaced by a sort of serene glow. His gaze drifts down your face, landing on your lips. You bite your bottom lip nervously, and he watches action.

His hand, on your shoulder suddenly, like he's just decided he needs to steady himself. "I've never felt this warm before," he whispers.

"Does it hurt?" your lips brush against his, and there’s a jolt down your spine from how cold his lips are.

"Not really," he says, eyes closing. "It's nice. It makes me feel close to you. I want to be close to you."

His voice gets softer as he continues; the vulnerability fills your heart with affection.

"Taeyong," you hum, "you can kiss me."

Something like an expression of thanks escapes Taeyong's lips in the form of a sigh. He kisses you, lips cold and chapped against your smooth ones.

His hand stays on your shoulder, but it drifts slowly towards your neck. His nimble fingers play against the seam of your collar, and every time he accidentally grazes you skin, he pushes closer. Closer, until his chest is flushed against yours and your desk chair rolls back, breaking the two of you apart in a fit of laughter.

"Taeyong." You stand up and rest your palm against his chest. "Come here."

Taeyong nods, eyes on you the entire time while you turn him and push him towards the bed. He sits on the end almost obediently and looks up at you, eyes starry and wide.

You move your body between his spread legs and cup his face. You let the pad of your thumb brush across his jaw, cold and smooth. "You're really pretty," you say.

Taeyong blinks up at you. His lips, pale and purple, curl up into a smile. His eyebrows furrow, like he's unsure. "Really?"

You want to tell him that he's a snowflake personified. He's the sunlight on a patch of snow and the way a child lights up when a snowball in thrown. He's the cheer of a snow day and the cold nip at your shoulders when you open the front door.

You can't say it, not right now, so you bend down and kiss him again, allowing your mouth to melt against his.

His cold fingers grip the bottom of your shirt. He tugs you down: closer, closer, closer until the two of you are lying down, legs tangled together.

Taeyong stops to lean his forehead against yours, breath chalky in the warm air of the dorm. "I think I can hold off the snow long enough for you to fly over."

"What?" you sit up. "Taeyong, really? You'd do that?"

Taeyong nods, still lying down. He's smiling up at you, like you're something magnificent in a light he's never seen before. In reality you are just you, and there's a painting of him in the background, more beautiful then he's ever perceived himself to be. "As long as you promise to come back, where I — and a few extra weeks of winter — will be waiting."

#nct au #nct fluff #nct angst #nct scenario #nct scenarios #taeyong au #taeyong fluff #taeyong angst #taeyong scenario #taeyong scenarios #destwrites

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nochiquinn · 4 years

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the magicians s05e05-6: and thanks for all the fish

[insulin fund]

"consult the lunatics" you already are

dfklsdjfSDKF eye tattoo, do not appreciate, do not like

"identifies as she-slash-her" I don't THINK this is a shitty pronoun joke but also I trust nothing anymore

"Kneecap" that's what I'm calling Alice from now on

I love her

margo and eliot's outfits are so good tho

"no electricity or taste"

fen: [griffin mcelroy voice] I also want an apocalypse!

I miss eliot and fen. I need more of them.

pfft, I can do that. I'm doing it right now.

"where's our fearless leader?" pregnant

what is eliot hallucinating. why is eliot hallucinating.

"I mean cocaine. *get me cocaine*."

"that's exactly what I would say if I was trying to get us to take meth"

kady. kady no. kady I'm too bi for this outfit.

zelda :(

is josh halluci - nope, worse

josh

leave josh alone, I'm love him

y'know, they probably needed to assign a watcher to start with

...is that the Monster

THAT was why the thing in the previously on

[squints at eliot]

[squints at margo]

zelda is really pretty with her hair down

fogg :(

(though I still feel like he had a point about the *forty lifetimes*)

life-changing field trip with zelda

...yeah, funny story about that

"I try to keep the showboating to a minimum" I love her

wOW margo's makeup. geeze.

"my crippling fear of/attraction to authority?"

"do not worry about me" too late

he now has 37 layers of foundation on his mouth

elIOT

oh okay margo's on theme

margo only has emotional vulnerability when she's dissociating

josh

kadyyy

lmao

oh goddammit eliot

yeahhhh that's what I thought

also bullshit there's no way there's a mirror tall enough for him

"his fight or flight response is to take a fucking nap" you know what same

MARINAAA

marina stop I'm already gay

are they playing hungry hungry hippos but with the moon

THE RWBY BIT WAS A JOKE

I WAS JOKING

throw space force at it

"tie those fools up and throw them through the fillory portal"

"this time it's gonna stick" press x to doubt

gay

hello stella's baby bump

one thing I appreciate from this show is it not being weird about margo's physical-but-platonic relationship with eliot

(well as far as I know it's platonic)

well then.

WELL THEN.

OH are they in a weird time bubble loop because fillory???

"the moon's a wily cunt who doesn't wanna die" "....you know what, that makes exactly as much sense as anything else that's going on, sure."

the amount of callbacks in these last few episodes really makes me think they don't expect a renewal

"can we make this very big" skldfjslKLSD

"we can't just kill penny" we did that already

timey wimey stuff

I've been watching let's plays of the zero escape games and morphogenetic field

"we're stuck in a game that keeps hitting reset" SEE

it's polite to knock

is that todd in a pink wig

eliot. eliot stop I'm already bi

eliot. eliot your poor coping mechanisms are showing

oh hey it's lizard eliot

"I'm the butterfly, you're the president"

eliot discuss an emotion

"I just told you and you didn't believe me" :(

I understand where margo is coming from but also it is maybe incorrect for this moment

oh. well shit then.

josh

pfffff all you need is kill reference

throw the monster at the moon

you!!

"like strawberries and santa claus" I love him

"ovary up, charlton"

SEEK A WAY OUT

she is taller than your waist eliot

1. the tides were still intact!!

2. this is some young wizards shit

eliot had a point

"oh, okay" poor margo

be nice to josh

josh just wanted to say it

eliooooot

margoooooo

I'm love

THERAPY SAVED THE PLANET

there are seven more episodes in this season what fucks up in the next four minutes

"my logical brain knows without a doubt that I am better with you"

"tell your coping mechanisms to back off or I'll punch them in the dick"

sdfjksldjfsl background margo

oh now we gotta save the other half of the show

remaining questions: the fuck happened to fen? the fuck is up with mayakovsky? the fuck was marina doing? does margo still wanna eat fen (in a werewolf way, not a fun way)? (how would the moon staying fucked up have affected werewolves if it hadn’t smashed into the planet?) can I eventually have my dreams of a josh/margo/eliot/fen polyamory????

#the magicians #liveblog #reaction post #spoilers #magicitag

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true-intha-blu · 5 years

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A Fragment of a Fragment; a Vanitas and Sora fanfic. Chapter 2

Ventus sleeps peacefully in Sora's heart, but he was not the only one who found himself there. And the other was awake. A darkness now crept in the young boy's heart, wishing to bend the precious light to fulfill his own need for a whole heart. And thus, it is not Ventus who influences the boy we once knew, Vanitas shall shape his and Sora's destiny now.

Tis I back on this new chapter. Chapters will not release this soon. I am just slowly getting momentum turned up. The actual plot plot of KH1 will start after a few more chapters. First establishing how Vanitas is and I love establishing pre game young destiny trio. So please be ready for slow starts.

This will contain spoilers for Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep, and we'll work our way up. Disclaimer: Square Enix Characters belong to Square Enix. And Disney Characters belong to Disney. Nothing belongs to me.

A Fragment of a Fragment Normal Kid Chapter 2

A scattered memory is like a far off dream.

A far off dream is like a scattered memory.

Was this dreaming? It did not feel like a dream... but to a person who has never dreamed, it was the next best thing.

Like a dream, they were not related to him. Like a dream, they were separated from what he knew. However, the dreams were in fact not dreams.

Passing memories, both strong and faded flowed like mist over Vanitas as he slept.

The boy Sora had a small simple life. Four years old.

He liked to go out fishing with his father, watching how the older man used nets and fishing spears to gather the fodder of the sea, and watching his mother cook. He liked to run and jump around the trees despite the scratches and bruises. He liked to scribble stuff on paper, especially crowns, swords and stars that glimmered in the night. Sora enjoyed hanging out with his best friend Riku, though they competed like rivals. The kid loved the beach and sea and sky. He believed in Santa Claus. He thought monsters were cool. His biggest dream was being a hero!

He was nothing extraordinary. An average kid. No important lineage, no remarkable qualities or traits. A bit outgoing, but that was it.

On the outside, and somewhat on the inside, he was a completely normal kid.

And yet...

Sora called out to Vanitas and Ventus, across the worlds. Sora, who must've held such a strong sense of self as to be able to manifest it as a drive, albeit a small one. A boy who often felt himself staring at the stars in longing. As though waiting for something, or someone.

Vanitas came to know this. The boy's heart brimmed with light, and it was second nature for him to follow it, to latch on to any source of positivity and make his own when he could.

It was so bright, and so... naive... Possibly worse than Ventus!

...

It was still better than anything else.

That the half a heart could actually stay here and not fight for a sliver of something positive. Something good.

Even if none of these warm memories or hopeful joy was Vanitas'; being a fragment of a fragment, he'll take anything. He was tired of always being denied. Tired of always fighting for a heart! Tired of everyone else.

Sometimes, Vanitas wandered. Awoken from this strange slumber akin to feeling underwater, but lighter than that. His mind would be sluggish, but aware at least. Sometimes he would leave that little dark shack and drift into that bright light of the beach. Though it changed, at times the sun hung just above the horizon. Other times the stars and moon illuminated the place just as brightly as the sun. The sunrises were also just as grand. Each with its own feeling of something positive. Everything that Vanitas ever lacked in his life.

Yet still, that empty feeling remained. Hollow. Just like his name...

Other times on the beach, Vanitas saw faint images of boys and other kids running down, before quickly fading out.

Sometimes adults. They were like phantoms that passed by Vanitas unaware.

Other times he delved into the dive, where the more deeper remnants of the heart manifested. The memories, permanently reflected in the mirrors, chained together throughout the fog.

Vanitas roamed this heart, learning how to navigate it. Progress was slow, but he was learning.

Bit by Bit by Bit.

The light was always constant in this heart

It was different from Ventus'. It was less...Vanitas didn't know how to put it...Less self-pitying, less vague, flighty.

On the other hand, Vanitas could detect Ventus' light slowly intermingling with the boys.

And for the darker half, that just wouldn't do.

A certain event awoke Vanitas. It was during small brief stints earlier that were more akin to sleepwalking that the Dark fragment found a way to peer in on the outside world through Sora's eyes.

The boy's tiny shards of darkness beckoned the fragment, drawing him toward the dive into the heart. Upon the glass platform, Vanitas watched as Sora was arguing with the other boy, Riku.

Apparently, it was about whose fault it was that they lost the game. Riku believed Sora was distracted during the game, and Sora was denying, albeit with stuttering insistence. Who was right, Vanitas did not care.

Riku had a confidence that Sora lacked. Sora followed Riku, that was always the natural way of things. Riku was the leader, and Sora listened and admired his friend. For better, or for worse.

Already, Sora knew that Riku was better than him in nearly all things. Fishing, wooden sword fighting, racing, or anything else.

It reminded Vanitas about Ventus and... someone.

Particularly, Riku reminded Vanitas of... Well, no name and face in particular, but someone similar. A confident person who was used to being the best. Used to being looked up to, and yet foolishly heralded towards any sort of power they could grab in a desperate attempt to prove himself. Stubborn and proud. Those who were used to being worshiped and praised by those younger than them, yet crumpled as soon as the status quo began to change.

Fools that could easily be turned into vessels. There was something else about that boy. He couldn't put his finger on it... Not yet anyway.

What he did know, is that he didn't like Riku.

And Sora was acting just as weak as his lighter half. He would not allow the heart he resided in to be weak. To crumple. Whether or not Sora was a kid, did not matter to Vanitas. He despised weakness. As he was never allowed to be weak. To have things go his way for once... well... Vanitas was nothing if not resourceful.

His disdain emitted into words. "C'mon! Don't be like Ventus!" Vanitas said this as his own anger compelled him to lash out somehow. "Get mad! Don't let this guy push you around like some wimp!"

...

It looked like Sora was ducking his head. Trying not to show his falling face and the weight of what seemed to be his fault.

Pathetic.

Before Vanitas could even turn away in disgust he felt a change. A familiar sensation. Those tiny shards of darkness, nigh invisible, began to shine.

"STOP BLAMING ME RIKU! You always do this when we lose!" He heard the voice of Sora echo. He sounded a bit angry for a little kid. "I did my best! Even losing, I did MY best!" It seemed like a struggle for Sora. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

An angry huffing noise followed along with a different voice calling the boys name.

What happened?

Vanitas' eyes gleamed at the possibilities of what exactly this meant.

Did... did the kid... hear him?

No. It was impossible for him to speak directly to Sora. Otherwise, Sora would have been shocked to hear a voice from his heart instead of responding like that.

Behind the helmet, yellow eyes stared at those tiny shards of darkness.

He had sensed... that Ventus' light was subtly affecting Sora's...

Could he affect this boy's... darkness?

He felt exhausted, but at the same time, this prospect colored everything anew.

Next time... next time... He...

...

His body, or whatever this form that resided in this boy's heart, became tired. Compelled, he sought out the dreamy little beach, that little shack with shade, the door cracked open for that single ray of light... and peace washed over him.

Time goes on.

A year had passed, though time was practically non-existent to Vanitas. The only tell came from Sora himself acknowledging time.

It would happen during the night. The entire day Sora felt strange and in turn, made the heart feel... off. Not in a bad way, but, as though anticipation was palpable.

Vanitas awoke in Sora's heart as the phantasmal sun fluctuated in its brightness. The sanctuary beach didn't make a sound. No shining water splashed against the crystal sands. No whispering winds flowed through the vibrant flora. All was still.

As though waiting.

If Vanitas did not know any better, it seemed as though the sound was emitting from a different source.

The low droning of the collective voices chorused and echoed from the small tunnel that led into the Dive. It compelled him, lead him from the dream of this little heart.

From there, on the stained glass that flowed like water, the reality of Sora's eyes appeared before him.

Riku and Sora had been talking, still as fast friends as ever. They were walking down one of the paths from the kindergarten, taking their time in the warm breeze.

Vanitas listened.

"Did you hear?" Riku began. "The teachers told us that there's going to be a meteor shower tonight! Y'know, the type where there is a bunch of shooting stars in the sky?"

"Really?!" Sora was excited as usual, and the light in the heart sparkled with it. Vanitas had to resist rolling his eyes. What was so good about that? "What time is this going to be?" Now Sora sounded worried.

"Way past our bedtime! There's no way our parents will let us stay up to see it."

"No way! I'll go see it no matter what!"

"If you can do that, that would be amazing." The older boy chuckled.

"Yes, I will!"

"What are you going to do? Sneak out?"

"Uh-huh!"

"You'll get caught and get in trouble. We won't be able to play if you're stuck in your room"

This seemed to irritate Sora at being told he was incapable of doing something and Vanitas took full advantage to implant a seed of mischief in the heart of the boy.

"Just you wait and see!"

It was later that night where Sora laid frustrated on his bed. The toys scattered around the room while the fairy lights were hung along the walls by pegs. Papers were scattered about with scribbles of the results of Sora imagination.

Earlier, he asked his parents about the Meteor Shower to watch it, however... they said no. The shower is said to be coming after his bedtime and that loud festivals, lots of people and a tired young child were not a good combination.

And thus Sora was sent to bed on time as the little boy huffed in frustration. He stirred in his bed, ruffling the sheets even further. "I wanna see the meteors." Sora mumbled into his pillow. He refused to dress in his PJ's and stared irritated outside where he saw people illuminated by dimmed street lights, gathering on the mainland's beach to watch the meteors and where they will fall.

Sora wanted to be outside. He needed to be outside.

And that need, pulsed strongly in his heart.

Before Vanitas could suggest to Sora, testing to see how far his influence could affect the boy, Sora decided, on his own, to sneak out.

The small boy gingerly crept out of his bedroom, as quiet as someone his small size could be. The boy spotted his parents watching television- whatever show they were watching, Sora did not care. Stealthy as a mouse, he crept past and paused at the door, unsure how to open it without making a sound.

This is where Vanitas stepped in, whispering to Sora how to open a door and be quiet about it. It was a useful ability for his... His...

Once again Vanitas memories failed him. He knew he had to be stealthy at times... for what though... If he didn't.. He would have been...

Sora didn't hear any voice, or specific instructions, and yet his hand gingerly touched the cool brass knob. Slowly he twisted it, not perfect, few squeaks of the springs and bolts were tightened, but nothing to alert anyone.

Using both hands, Sora slowly opened the door and snuck away in the night.

As though on a mission, the boy crept through the streets, trying to stay out of sight. It was the type of town where nearly everyone knew each other. At least, they would know the son of one of the main fishermen of Destiny Island.

So Sora, with a strange notion in his mind, stuck to the places where the street lamps did not shine.

Deep in his heart, Vanitas smirked.

The boy had to find a place where he could watch the meteor shower without anyone spotting him. Logically, to the small child, it made sense to go to the island where he played to get there. It only seemed natural to go there. It was like... he needed to go there. Down the pier- a small, little thing- was where the children of the coast docked their boats. Sora found his own easily in the dark. The half moon provided enough illumination for those blue eyes.

With practiced ease that came from learning about the sea and boats ever since he was born, Sora untied his boat and was astern at sea.

Vanitas did not know why he enjoyed this so much. He wasn't even interested in silly little lights in the sky. Maybe, it was the small acts of defying authority, something he couldn't do originally. Or, was it because his theory of manipulating the boy was being confirmed?

Even then, that strange feeling that has been building in Sora's heart, was growing stronger. Soon Vanitas felt an odd sensation that coursed through his darkness. What was it? What drew this boy who had an astoundingly strong heart towards it?

A shudder, both warming and chilling, flowed in his 'body'. Anticipation was not an accurate word.

Sora continued onward, knowing the route to the island like the back of his hand. No vision needed. When he was almost there, did it seem like the stars began to fall from that black velvet curtain

Bright trails streaked across the night sky like threads of a grand tapestry. Blue eyes widened in awe and joy of the flying stars speeding up the rowing process towards the island.

Sora all but scrambled out of the boat, running across the darkened beach. He laughed and jumped, trying to reach out to grab the gold and silver streaks like fireflies. He wanted to fly with the stars, and see beyond.

Was there anything beyond?

The stars continued to fall, twinkling throughout the sky before fading in the darkness; Sora traveled further down the beach, close to where the Paopu Tree rock was.

He was shaking with excitement. At unknown possibilities and stories that no one else have seen.

And, then, illuminated by the moon and falling stars.

He saw someone.

A small someone, face down on the beach.

Not moving.

Acting on instinct, Sora rushed towards the person, their appearance hard to make out. He began to shake the person. They were wet from the sea and skin was ice cold.

"Hey!" Sora cried out trying to rouse the person. All he knew was sleeping on the beach was bad. "Hey! HEY!"

And then a noise, a small mumble and shifting by the person. Tiny and weak.

"Hey! Are you okay? Who are you? Where do you come from?" He asked the person rapidly; however, he felt the person shift their face back down in the sand, causing Sora to panic.

Feeling worried, he began to lift the person over his shoulder, a difficult task for a child but luck would have it, so was the person his size as well, and probably his age as well. Not good! He knew even adults shouldn't be this way. Slowly he dragged them away from the cold ocean and while Sora was unsure what to do, he could only try to get the person away.

"SORA!" A masculine voice called out his name, angry and worried at the same time.

It was his father. He must have realized Sora was missing from the house. The tall man was intent to drag his son back and ground him. What he did not expect was his boy looking worried carrying someone across his back.

"Dad!" He cried out, trying his best to hurry to his father, stumbling awkwardly with the person on his back. "T-this p-per- This kid! I-I! I found them! On the beach! T-they won't ope- I mean, w-wa-ke up!"

Instantly any anger the father felt for Sora sneaking out evaporated as concerned for the mysterious child Sora had.

The older man knelt down and felt how cold the child was, the child wet form was soaking his son's clothes as well. They were breathing, but it was shallow. They needed to be wared quickly.

"Hurry to the boat, Sora." His voice was firm but calm. Taking the mysterious kid, the father and son ran back to the bigger boat. It was more spacious than Sora's little wooden boat. It had storage spaces and supplies. The fisherman took out a blanket, thick wool, and wrapped it around the unconscious child. He got one for Sora as well and began the row back to the mainland.

It was a blur of events for the young boy who was dropped off at the house with his dad giving a quick message to his mother. Something about needing to go to the doctors while heading off, carrying the other child in tow.

His mother was both worried and angry and after a hug and a bath, she shooed him off to bed with a 'don't ever do that again' and waited until the boy was asleep.

And Sora dreamed of rising moons, glass pillars, crowns and girls flying through stars.

And while Sora dreamed, Vanitas stood still and shocked. If one could see his face, intrigue, wonder and awe, comparable to how Sora saw the Meteor Shower earlier. A desire flowed in him. Now he understood why Sora's heart was attracted to that place tonight.

That girl... that girl was full of light. Not a single shred of darkness. It... it was almost like...her.

He also remembered something.

Shooting stars, meteor showers, and a star blinking out, that meant...

A world ended.

The old man... told him as such...

And speaking of which... he must have been defeated. Otherwise, a girl like the one on the beach would not exist if the worlds have been equalized or consumed by darkness. Defeated, but not completely.

Maybe it was a gut feeling, but Vanitas knew his former Master had backup plans upon backup plans. And the fact that a world disappeared... Maybe it was a long stretch, even paranoia, but Vanitas knew it was in fact caused by the old man.

So he was still alive...

And as Sora slept, Vanitas hatred grew.

He remembered a bit more. Vivid sparks of affliction, fear, and gloom. Fury and Bitterness. Pain like molten hot rods and despair like a never-ending pit. Training. Is what the man called it. ...Even without proper memories, Vanitas had to resist the urge to clutch his arms. Fear was like an icy hand enshrouding his helmet, and the shock of lightning right into the blood veins

There is a reason why Ventus forgot.

The old fool wished to equalize darkness and light. Vanitas could tell you being a thing of pure darkness... it wasn't that great.

He craved light, so much of it. Even if it wasn't his.

And when Sora got near that girl.

Light bloomed in his entire heart.

What a wonderful feeling.

Did Ventus feel this? Every day since he forgot? This joy? This happiness?

The loathing for his lighter half and all the things he had increased.

He was tired of Ventus' getting everything. And this light? The light of this boy's whose heart unknowingly accepted him? He would not share it. He would not lose it.

Just like how no one shared it with him.

No one would take this feeling away.

End of Chapter 2

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Get to know me tag

Tagged by @princess-kidatheart17

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

//yeah right like I’m gonna make ppl go through this xD//

Okay so I think the numbers are jumbled up even though I copy/pasted this but pfft I’m not gonna go through this whole thing and fix it lol

1. Drink: Dr Pepper 2. Phone call: …what? (Hehe I like my ringtone ^^ It’s The SpongeBob SquarePants Theme Song) 3. Text message: I don’t understand this question…… 4. Song you listen to: ahhh my favorite song is Fall Out Boy: ‘Immortals’ I listen to it a lot!! 5. Time you cried: I cried when my dad called me a baby for liking cartoons and animated *kid’s* shows at age 14…so I decided to work at Disney Animation Studios when I grow up! *sticks tongue out at dad*

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Yes but I wasn’t into him. The poor guy (I only went bc we’re both photographers and he wanted to go out and take pictures so I went too 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yeah but I was just a dumb child then 8. Been cheated on: Nope 9. Lost someone special: my first art teacher 10. Been depressed: Never for too long. I wouldn’t even call it depression I was just sad for a short period of time bc of something bad that happened or whatever 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yeah hi question 11 NEED I REMIND YOU IM ONLY 16 SO OF COURSE NOT

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Sapphire blue, purple, and that minty looking green :) IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Soooo Many!!! 16. Fallen out of love: *with an animated character and not real people, yes* 17. Laughed until you cried: I do that a lot xD I am easy to get laughing 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Not in a bad way 19. Met someone who changed you: Maybe but I’d really have to think about it 20. Found out who your friends are: Yep 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I have no Facebook

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I HAVE NO FACEBOOK 23. Do you have any pets: Two cats 24. Do you want to change your name: Only my last name (I’d change it to Hamada) 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Just..ate food at a restaurant. This September I have a football game to go to on my birthday -_- (bc I’m in band/percussion) 26. What time do you wake up: Like 1:00pm on my own but my mom wakes me up at 11 something am xD 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Drawing Zootopia fanart 28. Name something you can’t wait for: BIG HERO 6 THE SERIES AND MAYBE SOME WORD ON ZOOTOPIA 2 PLEASE DISNEY??!! 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Well she’s in front of me rn 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I had unlimited data 31. What are you listening to right now: My mom’s watching The Wheel of Fortune so yeah 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: My friend’s mom is named Thomasa //does that count// 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: THERE JUST ARENT ENOUGH HOURS IN THE DAY YKNOW 34. Most visited website: TUMBLR and AO3 !! 35. Mole/s: yeah I have a lot ad I like them :) 36. Mark/s: A birthmark on my left hip 37. Childhood dream: In pre-k I wanted to be an illustrator bc the only things I knew back then were art and books x3 38. Hair color: Dark brown 39. Long or short hair: Long! Ends right above my butt 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Ehh he’s cute and all but I don’t think our paths will cross *in that way* when we grow up 41. What do you like about yourself: My artistic talent :D 42. Piercings: I can wear two earrings on each ear ;) 43. Blood type: A+ 44. Nickname: Emmy is my favorite but…nobody calls me that but me :/ 45. Relationship status: Single 46. Zodiac: Virgo 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show: Cartoon: SpongeBooooob Squarepaaaaants!! Live Action/Sitcom: iCarly ^^ Anime: Danganronpa 49. Tattoos: Not yet! :D 50. Right or left hand: Righty 51. Surgery: Never had any 52. Hair dyed in different color: I’m gonna dye it with a bunch of blues and purple ✨ 53. Sport: Pfft. Like, Band and Skateboarding 55. Vacation: I’d go to Japan and my tumblr bro is in Paris, France so ya 56. Pair of trainers: what does this even mean

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: HAHAHA I barely eat but I just had a chocolate chip cookie 58. Drinking: I drank milk with that cookie 59. I’m about to: Listen to Hamilton musical or Fall Out Boy and draw 61. Waiting for: The end of this post bc I wanna go draw lol 62. Want: To meet @trashasaurusrex !!! AND FOR MY OTP TO BE CANON!!! 63. Get married: Hmm… Love is going to have to find me bc I’m more focused on drawing and getting to Disney and stuff ^^’ and after than eh maybe I’ll be open to dating but all in all I’m indifferent to getting married BUT LOVE DOES SOUND REALLY GREAT hehe 64. Career: Character Designer, Voice Actress, Animated Feature/Series Director/Creator

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: I don’t have a lot of kiss experience (if any at all) but I think hugs and cuddling are the best 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes are the windows to the soul!! So eyes 67. Shorter or taller: a little taller would be nice 68. Older or younger: I miss being 14 bc it’s like in between being a kid and a teen (but not a fresh teen y'know) but 17 sounds like it’s gonna be in between teen and adult and that sounds cool too ;) but still younger 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice stomach 71. Sensitive or loud: LOUD! 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship bc everything is more or less figured out 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker 😈

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: Nah 75. Drank hard liquor: AGAIN IM 16 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Lost my glasses for a bit once 77. Turned someone down: LOTS 78. Sex on the first date: I’m ace/demi so that’s a no for me 79. Broken someone’s heart: again, LOTS 80. Had your heart broken: Yeah but it had nothing to do with crushes and stuff but rather sad experiences like death and when something just didn't go my way...... 81. Been arrested: Maybe almost xD 82. Cried when someone died: Fictional and real yeah 83. Fallen for a friend: Not for long bc I know my priorities :/

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Pfft, Always 😎 85. Miracles: Well YOU try explaining them ;) 86. Love at first sight: How the heck do you think I fell for Hiro Hamada?! xD 87. Santa Claus: I BELIEVE SANTA CLAUS IS WHAT EVERYONE SAYS HE IS: the SPIRIT of Christmas!! Like as in Santa Claus is the Christmas Spirit everyone feels on that Christmas Day when we wake up and feel instantly happy :D (hence the phrase 'Santa Came!!’) He’s here with us all season as long as we have the spirit in us :) 88. Kiss on the first date: I think instant matches like that it can truly happen

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: All my best friends have moved away from me one after the other but eh I’ll go with Erica. At least she’s still around ;) //though Emily and I have more in common…also Erica’s leaving the school band and Emily is staying// 91. Eye color: Brown but in the light the look not red or orangey 92. Favorite movie: BIG HERO 6 AND ZOOTOPIA As for live action: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Horrible Bosses 2 😄

TAGS: Anyone who wants to kill time, talk about themselves, and bored enough to do this ahaha xD

#tag #I was tagged #thanks btw ^^

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