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to-be-a-dreamer · 1 year

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For the au asks: monster hunter au and 2000s au.

OKAY OKAY I had a lot of different ideas of how to do this but I think I got it figured out!

My first instinct was the classic Moster Hunter x Monster set up but that felt too easy so we're doing Monster Hunter x Monster Hunter (it kinda flew off the rails and neither of them are really hunters but shhhh its fine) and there's probably some kind of metaphor about systemic discrimination hidden in here somewhere that I'm not smart enough to figure out

Monsters, to the general public, are defined as previously-human creatures who have been infected or corrupted in such a way that they have lost their humanity. This includes but is not limited to werewolves, vampires, and zombies. Although these creatures are able to access the memories of the humans they once were and can even imitate their personality, the person they were before their corruption is considered legally and socially deceased. While they can be highly intelligent and manipulative, monsters are ultimately driven only by the animalistic instinct to kill. They are highly dangerous and thus closely monitored by the government.

If the family of the deceased wishes to keep the monster that corrupted their loved one's body, they are allowed to do so but with several restrictions. The monster is given daily injections that keep it in a semi-sedated state, is not allowed to leave its caregiver's property without a police escort, and is required to undergo a weekly evaluation to assess how dangerous it is and if it should be allowed to continue living with its caregiver.

Most monsters are eventually sent to general care facilities where they are kept under the security and care of trained professionals for the remainder of their lives. (no one is immortal in this au methinks, they might just be harder to wound/kill and have accelerated healing) Any monster who escapes custody is considered a rogue and is killed on sight by the police or military.

Katherine is the daughter of Joseph Pulitzer, the country's top manufacturer of anti-monster weapons. Her father has dedicated his entire life to "protecting the innocent" by selling his inventions to the US army and police force and being one of the most well-known advocates for the capture and "relocation" of all monsters.

Pulizter expects his daughter to work in his company, preferably in the sales and marketing department, but Katherine wants to do more. She's seen documentaries, advertisements, and news stories about the Corrupted Human Regulation (CHR) branch of the military, colloquially referred to as hunters. For as long as she can remember, Katherine has looked up to the brave, honorable soldiers who risk their lives to protect people and has always known she wanted to join them one day.

Is it stupid of her to go wandering around the woods hoping to find a rogue monster to fight, kill, and call in to the CHR so she can finally prove to her father that she's serious about this "pipe dream", as he calls it? Probably, but the woods near the city are usually pretty safe anyways so it's not likely for her to run into anything out there. The anti-monster defenses in the area are pretty intense and there hasn't been a rogue monster sighting in years. There's not even that many household monsters in the city, most families who decide to host one end up moving away after a few months. Katherine can count the number of times she's seen a monster on one hand, so she doesn't really expect to find one just by wandering around the forest.

One of those "the odds are low but never zero" kind of situations.

She freezes at first. Probably not the best start to her hunting career, but she forgives herself quickly and instead focuses on aiming her gun at the creature in front of her. It's not a top-of-the-line weapon like the kind her father supplies to the CHR, but it's still pretty lethal, especially if she can hit a half-decent shot. Katherine is the first to admit that she's not the most skilled with a gun, but she can hit pretty close to the bullseye at the shooting range so she expects this will be easy enough, especially since the creature hasn't seemed to notice her yet.

That should have been her first indication that something weird was going on. Werewolves have a highly keen sense of smell and hearing, even better than actual wolves. They can smell their prey from over three miles away and their hearing can reach up to twenty. This wolf should have sensed her coming ages before she was able to lay eyes on it, especially since it was fully shifted. It should have killed her before she even realized what was happening

I have a few ideas for how this scene would go, but the main thing is that Katherine realizes the wolf is stalking a girl, probably close to her own age, when it suddenly pounces into a clump of foliage and she hears a loud shriek echoing through the forest. She doesn't think. She doesn't take the time to aim her gun properly or recognize the lighthearted laughing that follows the scream. She just shoots.

The wolf staggers back as the girl quickly raises to her feet, looking absolutely horrified. It lets out a strangled howl as the girl's eyes lock onto Katherine's and she steps in front of the wolf, as if she was trying to protect it. The girl keeps one hand on the shaking creature's shoulder and holds the other up in front of her, yelling at Katherine to stop. She doesn't move when Katherine cocks her gun again and tells her to run so she can finish the monster off. The girl's gaze locks onto something behind Katherine just a split second before something big and strong slams into her back, knocking her to the ground and pinning her in place.

The other werewolf's breath is hot on her face as she helplessly gropes around for the gun she dropped, staring up into furious, glowing yellow eyes. It growls deeply from its chest, strong muscles tensing under sleek red fur and Katherine braces herself for whatever comes next. Would it finish her off quickly? Would it take its time, relishing in her suffering before leaving her to the elements? Would it bite her and turn her into one of its kind?

The last possibility scared her the most.

"Civilian weapon. One of the nasty ones but she's not CHR. Not even a licensed freelance hunter and barely an amateur, if you can even call her that. This was probably her first hunt."

The girl, the one she had been trying to save, had picked up her gun to examine before unloading it and tucking both the gun and the bullets into her bag. Katherine wonders for a split second if she's a werewolf too, but as she enters Katherine's vision she is distinctly human. Her teeth are dulled, her nails are small and rounded, and her incredibly pretty eyes are a soft brown color.

She tells the monster on top of Katherine to let her up and help the one tending to the injured wolf instead. The creature obeys, not without snapping its teeth in her face and snarling angrily, but it lets her go.

Katherine is too shaky to resist as the girl pulls her up into a sitting position, tugging the collar of her shirt down to inspect something on her shoulder. She feels a slight sting and realizes the wolf's claws must have dug into her skin, but the girl tells her it's barely a scratch.

"Did you drive here?" "Y-yeah. What the hell are you doing hanging around a werewolf pack? You're gonna get yourself killed" "The way I see it, the wolves were in more danger tonight than I was. Lucky you're such a terrible shot and only grazed him." "It attacked you." "We were playing a game. This scratch should clot on its own by the time you get back to your car. Sorry about that, he still forgets how sharp his claws are sometimes. Now get the hell out of here and, do everyone a favor, learn how to use a gun properly before you go traipsing around the woods trying to play the hero." "I'm not- I mean- I can take you home too." "No." "You can't just stay out here in the middle of nowhere with a pack on the loose." "Full offense, but I feel about ten times safer with my friends than with a trigger-happy amateur hunter who can't even aim."

The girl turns away from her after that, kneeling down next to the injured wolf to assess the damage Katherine had done. She was right, it was a terrible shot, and the wolf was already starting to heal, even with the wolfsbane that had coated the bullet. The girl must have some kind of death wish, with the way she turns her back on the two fully-shifted werewolves standing guard over their companion. She doesn't even flinch when the injured wolf snaps at her as she smears some kind of thick paste over the wound. The girl just pushes the monster's head back down and tells it to stop moving with a teasing grin and a flick on its nose.

If Katherine didn't know any better, she would say the werewolf looked like it was pouting.

She can't really explain why she doesn't call the CHR the second she gets back to her car. She can't explain why she drives right by the police station without even slowing down. She can't explain why she sneaks past her father on her way inside and buries the blood-stained shirt deep in her dresser drawer. She can't explain why she stares at her phone for a few minutes before going to sleep without reporting the pack of vicious monsters just outside of the city. She can't explain why she spends the entire weekend searching through the missing persons section of old newspapers for the girl's face.

Sarah Jacobs. That's the name she finds.

She can't explain why it makes her feel so giddy.

Katherine goes back to the woods. It's a long shot, she knows. The wolf pack probably cleared out, expecting her to report them. But still, it's worth a shot so she goes back to the place where she shot the wolf. It's empty like she expected, but she leaves the short note she wrote pinned to a tree.

"You're really bad at this whole hunting thing, you know."

The high-pitched scream Katherine let out would have been embarrassing if she wasn't so focused on slowing her heart back down to a normal pace.

The girl, Sarah, had apparently found the note and snuck into the backseat of her car in less time than it took Katherine to walk back. She holds it up questioningly, displaying the envelope where Katherine had written the girl's name in careful lettering "So, you want to know more? First things first, you know my name so it's only fair you tell me yours."

And yeah that's as far as I've gotten plotwise. I haven't fully worked out the rest of the details but here's what I'm thinking so far:

Sarah is part of a small group that helps newly-turned monsters escape the city. (or any monster they can find, it's just easier when they haven't been fully processed yet) They're also working to expose all the misinformation about monsters but it's slow going. Sarah is mostly involved in the short-term solution, getting people to safety.

She joined after her twin brother, David, was attacked by a werewolf and turned. Everyone told her that her brother was dead and the monster just looked like him, but she knew they were wrong. No matter what she had learned growing up, no matter what the doctors or the specialists or the police said, she knew her brother. She knew he was the same person he had always been, just a little different.

No one else in their lives felt the same way. Her parents held a funeral and everyone mourned a boy who was very much alive and begging to still be loved. They were going to send him away to some facility that would keep him drugged and isolated until they found some excuse to get rid of him for good and she just couldn't accept that. So she helped him escape and they ran away together. They made it to the woods when the group found them and gave them a new home.

Katherine learns the truth about monsters, of course. She was lied to her entire life and that takes a while to come to terms with, but she meets the other monsters (aka, all the newsies) and it's so so different than everything she's ever been told.

She meets Davey, Sarah's brother, and he loves all the same books as her. He likes mint chocolate chip ice cream and misses his cat. He wants to be a writer and he's afraid of heights. He chews on his claws and avoids lingering on his eyes when he looks in the mirror. He doesn't like to shift but does it anyway because a pair of young siblings, newly turned vampires she learns, say he looks like their family dog and they sleep better when they can curl up against his side and pretend they're back home.

She meets Spot, a werewolf who was a pack leader for a long time before joining the group and does not like Katherine at all.

"Probably because you shot her boyfriend", Sarah explains.

She meets Race, said boyfriend, who doesn't actually seem all that bothered by it and teaches Katherine how to play poker.

I have absolutely zero thoughts about what's going on with any of the other characters, sorry. Jack's in here somewhere and he and Davey kiss about it but that's all I got.

But yeah, Katherine eventually joins them and helps where she can. She keeps an eye on reports of newly-turned monsters so the others can help them escape as soon as possible. She gathers as much information as possible on the monster care facilities and they're able to pull off a raid with her intel. She's able to find a newspaper willing to print articles debunking misinformation about monsters that Davey and some others wrote. This is not a "privileged white person saves the poor little minority group" type of thing btw, the monsters do most of the work, she just helps with information since most of them can't go to the city and then she steps back to let them do their thing.

NGL, I don't really know what the overarching story is but yeah, that's the AU idea.

Oh yeah and at some point, Katherine and Sarah kiss a bunch

Nearly forgot that part

Was this comprehensible? Who knows! But it was fun to brainstorm and I might develop it further in the future, I think it would be a fun universe to write oneshots for.

#i know i only focused on werewolves here but i promise other creatures do exist #although if i develop it further this might morph into just werewolves for simplicity's sake #idk we'll see #but yeah this was fun!#as always send asks if you have thoughts or anything #newsies au #newsies #livesies #katherine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #newsbians #milk and ilk #thank you thank you for the ask #saf writes

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leesielex · 2 years

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Magic Awakens | CH 48: Daenerys Targaryen XIII

Summary: Dany practices dreamwalking. An odd experience occurs and has her questioning what she knows.

A Preview: Daenerys’ body felt the strange effects of practicing magic with Quaithe and Hallah. Her skin felt flushed, and felt like flames flickered within, vibrating through her body. She had just returned from learning to dreamwalk. An effective way to communicate, made possible with the use of a glass candle and/or weirwood tree, having both increased the odds of success.

It was a skill Quaithe often utilised in Dany’s life to speak with her, she learned. It was easiest with another person who possessed such gifts so her first attempts were guided by Quaithe while she visited Hallah’s dreams. It was amazing to visit places long destroyed in Hallah’s memories and dreams.

They had traveled through the woods of Northern Essos where the woodwalkers once lived, above the Dothraki sea. The woodwalkers often lived in massive underground caves, the entrance was carved into ancient trees, including weirwoods. The white barked trees with red leaves used to grow in parts of Essos as well as Westeros thousands of years ago during the Empire of the Dawn.

The roots curled and twisted below the ground. Hallah showed her the city of Vaes Leisi when it was still inhabited, with the hollowed out trees and grottoes. She then brought her to where she had lived as a child before the Ibbenese came and killed many of their people. The woodwalkers then abandoned the settlement to hide in the forests for years, until the fall of the Great Empire of the Dawn.

In truth, the Ibbenese didn’t begin attacking until the Bloodstone Emperor came into power. That was when the peace between different cities began to crumble all over Essos and they began to war with each other. Though minor conflicts were not uncommon under previous rulers, they were quickly resolved.

Once the Bloodstone Emperor’s reign began, chaos ensued, and he seemed to thrive upon it. Watching a small Hallah run with her siblings brought a smile to her face. But as the scene changed to one of blood and gore, horror and heartbreak gripped her. Hallah watched her father and mother die, as her oldest sibling escaped with only her.

The city was not a huge one, and the population was not dense. This just made the devastation worse. For every life lost was truly precious. Of course, for men, destroying one city was never enough. So the woodwalkers became hunted, and the weirwoods and other ancient trees she did not recognize were cut down and burned to ash.

Hallah said they feared their magic. Magic was once revered, yet humans began to fear it and all those who possessed it, because of the dark magic performed by the Bloodstone Emperor. He was too powerful to destroy, but they were determined to weaken and exterminate any other kinds of magic they could.

Dreamwalking in Quaithe’s dreams were equally as wonderful and terrible. Dany was able to walk through the Red Keep, to see family members she never otherwise would have seen. Unfortunately, none of their tales were happy ones.

She watched Sheira as a child, beautiful, with mismatched eyes. Somehow, the imperfection instead of detracting from her beauty, added to it. She spent a lot of time reading and her biggest interest was reading about magic. Even little Sheira would try spells here and there. She had more failures than successes.

Then Dany found herself watching an older Sheira with a man. His hair was white instead of silver, and his eyes as red as blood. “Bloodraven”, Dany whispered. And it almost seemed as if this man, with his bird-like birthmark on his cheek, heard her. She watched as Bloodraven confessed his love for Sheira.

In return, she kissed him sweetly. Then smiled sadly, before telling him, “You know we both have roles to play. Our lives are not meant to be spent together. It is our duty, to our kin, and to humanity. I wish it wasn’t so. But we were both given gifts our siblings were not given for a reason.”

She sighed heavily and felt her shoulders drop as the breath left her lungs. It was glorious and burdening to share these dreams.

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#daenerys targaryen #jonerys #fanfic #daenerys deserved better #jonerys endgame #ao3 #viserys targaryen #magic awakens

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zhanghaos-hairclips · 3 years

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Day 19 - Werewolf

#moodtober '21 #moodboards #fantasy au #fairytale au #nct #nct johnny #johnny suh #werewolf au #he had seen many humans before.. many lost in the woods or hunting his kind. but she wasnt scared of the woods. she should have been #yet he felt the magic within her and knew for some reason he had to protect her from the monsters in the woods #why did i randomly start adding storyline tags-

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spidernana · 3 years

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Oh man those are GORGEOUS! Can we have some basic facts about them all? Or would you prefer we ask about each individually? :D

Let's start with the Tale boys:

Wander is a member of the beast clan, powerful shapeshifters that have, in his world, been hunted to near extinction through stigma and misunderstanding. Thusly, he spends most of his time among people in his monster form, to keep from being hunted down and killed. He is far too curious and attached to mankind to keep his distance entirely, though, and wanders his world as a merchant, peddling rare and magical trinkets throughout the land. The largest of the beast boys in his beast form, yet the smallest in his monster form, and the most powerful of them. Lonely, due to fear of being discovered for what he is.

Raven is a tengu monster and a VERY clever boy, easily able to dismiss people's fears of him being a demon with his charm, and is in love with the sky, flaunting in front of adoring crowds, and anything shiny. He has taken it upon himself to be something of a tour/travel guide, and takes his payment in precious metals. Supremely greedy, and extremely flirtatious. Fond of flings.

Cobalt is a legendary creature not often seen outside of myths, and is, unfortunately, a solitary being, through an accident that took most of his family from him an age ago. He is timid because of this, living deep in the forests of his world, but approaches human settlements to add to his collection of comfortable sweaters and blankets, which help insulate his cracked and sensitive bones from both weather and damage. He leaves gifts from his treasure trove to make up for his thievery. Longs for a mate but is too afraid to try.

Aqua is a siren, a rare male member of the largely matriarchal species. He is a traveler, loves to swim his way around the world to see every sight that he can, though he returns to his home waters once a year to assist in the continuance of his species. Not very intelligent, but extremely charming, especially with the aid of his magically enchanting song, and well known for wooing women off of beaches and into his arms.

Aranea is an ancient being, a son of Arachne, and the minor god of abandoned and abused women. Gifted with immortality so long as he has one soul to love, he has made a habit of rescuing women from terrible fates, abusive husbands or unwanted arranged marriages and the like, and joining them with his harem of beloved wives to ensure their happiness for the rest of their days. Devoted to his cause, his many loves, and his numerous children.

Next are the Fells:

Brutus is a member of the beast clan as well, but in his world, the beast clan have taken command and control of their homeland, where mankind have largely become livestock and possessions. Brutus is the king's most accomplished tracker and hunter, hunting down escaped humans to return them to their rightful place of servitude. Prized breeder and egotist.

Ash lives in his own personal kingdom among the sands, soaring over the plateaus and scrub brush on wide wings, scaring his prey into hiding just for the fun of hunting them down. His home is a beautiful oasis in the very center, which he guards jealously. A bachelor known for stealing women away to his oasis, a chain smoker, and a scoundrel in desperate need of a bath.

King is a hybrid lamia, composed of many deadly breeds to make him an almost unparalleled hunter, and a danger to any desert settlements he decides he wants to steal from. His trove is vast and legendary among any treasure hunters brave enough to attempt to take it from him, though none have thus far been successful. Monogamous, but often long outlives his mates.

Regin is a legendary leviathin, long-lived and written of in many ancient texts. The last true member of his breed, many of the others so old and large they have fallen into an eternal slumber. Responsible for the sinking of Atlantis, which he attacked to steal a remarkable treasure... a collar capable of letting him shrink his form to a more manageable size. Very fond of stealing women from cruise ships, and pretending to be caught in fishing nets.

Shale is a distant great great grandson of Aranea and a wanderer, traversing the world searching for new sights and the occasional mate. He is bitter, in love, disillusioned by the way his mother clung to his father and neglected her children, and has no trust for women, staying only long enough for his mate to give birth to his children before taking them and leaving in the middle of the night, to raise them on his own.

And now the Horror boys:

Cerberus is a member of the beast clan, and is the result of experimentation, inbreeding, and a great deal of abuse. Taken from his litter and placed in a circus for his mutations, he has lived most of his life in a cage, stunted in growth and almost completely incapable of speech. Each of his heads has its own personality: the green is kind and quiet, the blue intelligent and even-tempered, and the purple angry and protective. An expert at pretending to be a simple dumb beast, to avoid attention and too much expectation from the ringmaster. Refuses to mate, despite his keepers' best attempts to force him to.

Ghost is the guardian of a snowbound forest, a once kind and magnanimous protector to all who passed through his woods, most especially of the various villages dotted through it. A selfish hunter ruined that peace by attempting to kill him as a trophy, however, shattering his skull and twisting his mind, and left behind a savage, territorial killer in the wake of his former kindness. The woods are now a place of horror, hunted by a beast with nothing left but his instincts. He searches for a mate, but none thus far have been able to bear his appearance. Some say the wind that howls on the darkest nights are his cries of lonely misery.

Asper is the only survivor of his clutch, after they were cannibalized by his starving father. He wandered the land alone for many years, irreparably scarred by the occurrence and shunned everywhere he went. Out of fear of being killed for his shattered and scary appearance, he fled to the mountains and delved deep within an abandoned jade mine, and has dwelt there ever since, afraid of the sun and other monsters and anything that moves too quickly for his poor eyesight to keep up with. Desperate for a mate, but too ashamed of his appearance to attempt to find one, after being rejected and hurt so many times.

Nautilus is a kraken from the deepest depths of the ocean, dragged away from the crushing depths and into the sun by illegal fishing in the ravine he dwelt in. Hurt and confused and lost, he settled himself in a reef bedecked by many sunken ships, and slowly recovered enough to make it into a home, slowly hunting or scaring away all other predators in the area until only shoals of glittering fish remained behind. Has ultimately despaired of finding a mate in this area of the ocean.

Nox is the aberrant creation of curious scientists, taken from his nest at a young age and subjected to horrendous experiments and shameful mutilations, and eventually torn completely from his spider form and joined with the lower half of a giant scorpion. Furious, in neverending pain, and given far too much power, he broke free and destroyed the lab where he had been held, taking the lives of every scientist that had tortured him before escaping into the world beyond. He is possessed by an intense hatred of humans, convinced they are all cruel, heartless, and would only seek to harm him further, and has concocted a suitably, at least to his twisted mind, cruel manner of taking his vengeance. None thus far have survived it.

#myth monsters #summaries #tale #fell #horror #the trifecta #lamias #driders #sea creatures #tengus #beasts #long post #sorryyyy #it wouldn't let me put a read more for some reason

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lunassyorybook · 2 years

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The Lost Prince Of The North | I

Act I - The Woods Are Not For Everyone

TW: violence, swearing

WC: 5.4k+

A/N: Here we go! I hope y’all enjoy. Posting this earlier than planned cause I got excited and wanted it to be out there.

Dragons. Dragons are one of the most powerful creatures in the world. Guardians filled with unrelenting power that no mortal on earth knew the limits to. Powers meant to protect their greatest treasure. No creature on earth could ever match the power that a dragon held. One dragon could wipe entire kingdoms off the face of the earth and nothing would be left except for ash.

Once a long time ago, before man truly had kept records and history was kept by the ones who held it dear, man and dragon used to be allied. Man knew that they could not overpower a dragon so they befriended them. Man and dragons fought together side by side. Some men were lucky enough to even have ridden high above the clouds on the back of a dragon.

But over time men grew greedy of the power that dragons held and wanted it for themselves.

Due to their power and treasure they were hunted. Hunted by those who wanted to gain their power. Gain the treasure that the dragon would protect with their last dying breath. Power that no human could fully comprehend. The Dragons tried to fight back but soon they were overpowered. Dragons were soon pushed to the line of extinction. The Dragons had to go into hiding. For the safety of their kind.

When the dragons went into hiding they split into four clans. The earth dragons went to the west, the air dragons to the south, the fire dragons to the east, and the ice dragons to the North. The four clans worked to create a peace treaty with the mortals to make sure that their kind could live in peace. No dragon would attack a mortal unprovoked and mortals could not enter dragon territory.

The peace was kept for many years. The dragons prospered and so did the mortals. It wasn’t until a king had let his greed consume him. He moved into the Northern Dragon’s territory with an army behind him. The army is armed with powerful enough magic to take down any dragon, no matter how strong.

The army stormed the Northern dragon’s territory. There was a great battle between dragons and mortals. The battle left many bodies behind, mortal and dragon. The dragons had finally managed to fight off the mortal king’s army, but not without great cost. The king of the Northern dragon clan died making sure that the rest of the clan made it out alive. He died protecting his greatest treasure, his clan and his heir. The Ice Dragon’s son was hidden by the Northern Clan as to not be found by the mortal king.

After the battle, the ice dragons were never to be seen. They are thought to be wiped out with nothing left of what they used to be. The Mortal King searched for years to try and find the dragon heir but came to no avail. He searched and searched until the day of his death, obsessed with trying to find the Northern Clan’s heir.

As the Mortal King’s son took the throne the idea of dragons were erased from the kingdom. Any mention of them would get you arrested. The kingdom was never allowed to learn of them because the new king feared that they would hunt the dragons down for their power and would let greed consume them like it had done to his father.

The heir was gone and no one knew of where he had gone. Lost to the crimes of greed. Dragons from the other clans searched for the Dragon Heir but they were at a loss as well. No dragon or mortal could find the heir. While the Northern Clan had died, their greatest treasure would never truly be taken.

Seonghwa knew he was going to get his ass kicked for this but right now he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be outside the wall of the castle for once, on his own, with no bodyguard around. It didn’t matter to him that he was a prince, he wanted any freedom he could get, which at this point in time was none.

Seonghwa had taken it upon himself to sneak out of his lessons to jump the castle walls and go into the woods that bordered the castle. He just wanted to go for a small walk outside the castle walls, nothing too harsh, no matter what Yeosang had told him. He just wanted to escape the dreary cobblestone walls that surrounded his home.

Seonghwa was the prince of a kingdom known as Aurora. Aurora was a kingdom that had faced its fair share of miseries. Some would go as far as to say that the kingdom was cursed with how much misfortune that it endured. People wondered what the kingdom had done to bring about such misfortune upon them.

As Seonghwa's feet hit the ground. He smirked looking back at the castle. For as much as his father made it seem like it was nearly impossible for Seonghwa to sneak out of the castle undetected, Seonghwa had managed to get out of the castle in under an hour. He couldn't help but feel a little smug about the fact.

Seonghwa looked into the deep woods. It was something that he had never truly seen before. The woods seemed to go on endlessly. Deep tall trees for as far as the eye can see and Seonghwa wanted to go deeper. The woods whispered to him to move forward and enter what almost felt like a new realm. One foot after the other as Seonghwa ventured into the deep woods.

Seonghwa wandered aimlessly around the woods. It was beautiful. Different types of trees, flowers he had only seen in books, the sounds of different animals that he could only imagine seeing in the castle. Seonghwa couldn’t help himself. He would pull out his journal that he kept with him and write down everything that he found interesting. From the way that the trees grew so tall that it seemed to almost block the sunshine to a small patch of flowers that had grown at the root of a tree.

Seonghwa smiled at the squirrels moving along the trees above him. The birds that chirped and flew on the wind. Even the wind itself felt like it was its own being entirely. Floating and moving through the forest with Seonghwa like a friend guiding him through his new surroundings.

While Seonghwa was at peace in the first he couldn't help but feel a little unsettled. People from the kingdom would always talk about these woods like a bad thing. Said it's filled with bad magic, that faes had cursed it so any mortal that went inside would be cursed to wander the forest forever, losing themselves to their own madness.

Seonghwa didn't believe most of the rumors that float around the kingdom, mostly cause he believes that the people make them up to keep children from venturing too far away from their homes and that there is no fae colony anywhere near Aurora, but as Seonghwa moved deeper into the woods he couldn't help but feel like something else was at play here.

The woods almost felt too alive. There was something there that Seonghwa couldn't quite place his finger on and that made him a little nervous. A watchful presence that Seonghwa couldn’t tell the intentions of.

As he ventured deeper he could feel the once summer air was turning colder with each step he took deeper into the dark woods. Seonghwa felt himself unconsciously pulling his jacket closer to him. The summer heat was long gone in exchange for a harsh cold air that started whipping through the trees. Seonghwa couldn’t believe what was happening. He had left the castle in the summer and now was starting to see small snow flurries dance around in the air.

Seonghwa had to stop. He looked around the forest, finally noticing the snow that was on the forest floor. Seonghwa kneeled down and held the snow in his hands, letting it melt against his skin. Seonghwa had never seen anything like it before. He soon realizes that the once green forest was filled with white snow for as far as the eye can see.

“What kind of magic could do this?” Seonghwa thought to himself.

Magic was rare in Aurora. The only magic Seonghwa had ever seen in Aurora was healers coming to help when sickness had plagued the castle. He had seen the small magic tricks that Wooyoung, Yeosang’s friend, would do when the three of them were lounging about the castle. While Seonghwa knew magic was real, he had never seen it on such a scale.

He felt as if he was intruding on something, as if he had walked into the home of a stranger that hadn’t invited him in. Seonghwa was suddenly becoming very aware of his surroundings.

The quietness of the forest couldn’t stand to be ignored any longer. The once peaceful sound of the birds were gone and any creatures that he saw were nowhere in sight, almost afraid themselves to go near this part of the forest. Seonghwa felt a chill run down his spine at the sound of a growl.

Seonghwa looked around for something that would make a sound like that but he couldn’t see anything. The small snow flurries were starting to pick up around him, making it hard for Seonghwa to see. The once friendly presence of the wind was quickly replaced with an angry beast. Snow whipped around him and the cold started to nip at his hands and face.

Everything in his head was yelling at him to run but he couldn’t get his body to move. The next thing he knew he was hit by something from behind, pinning Seonghwa to the ground. The prince did his best to turn and face the creature that had attacked him.

Seonghwa couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked up at the large creature, it’s large foot pinning him to the snowy forest floor. Seonghwa tried to pull his head away from the creature's long claws. He could feel the unusually cold breath of the creature hitting him in the face. As Seonghwa met the icy blue eyes of the creature he felt his heart stop.

Dragon.

The dragon had beautiful white scales that almost looked like a pale blue under the light. The dragon was smaller than Seonghwa would imagine but that didn’t take away from the strength that the dragon had. It had horns at the top of it’s head that almost looked to be icicles on its head. The long tail of the dragon moved behind the dragon, ready to attack if necessary. Seonghwa was in shock.

Dragons didn’t exist. Not anymore. They had been long wiped out and even if some did survive it’s not like they would spend their time roaming the woods near a kingdom like Aurora. There were too many humans around for a dragon to go unnoticed for this long.

“What are you doing here?” The dragon growled. Seonghwa heard him but didn’t see the dragon’s mouth move.

“How are you talking to me?” Seonghwa asks, the dragon growls at Seonghwa’s question.

“I wouldn’t ask stupid questions when you’re the one pinned to the ground.” The dragon says. “What are you doing here?”

“I was wandering around the forest, I didn’t know this was here. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“And you expect me to believe you? Mortals have killed my kind for centuries. Why are you any different?”

“I didn’t even know you were here. I wanted to get out of the castle for a day.” Seonghwa was panicking by this point. The one time he decided to rebel against his parents' rules he got cornered by a dragon. Really, he shouldn't have expected anything less than being on the verge of being murdered.

“You should have just stayed there. Such a little act of rebellion can lead you down a path of misfortune.” The Dragon shifted his weight, pushing Seonghwa harder into the ground, causing Seonghwa to wince at the amount of weight crushing his chest. He swore he could feel his ribs start to crack under the weight.

“Please. I’ll never come back, just let me go!” Seonghwa was practically begging the Dragon at this point. Seonghwa couldn’t fight against him. He was pinned to the ground with a dragon hovering over him waiting for Seonghwa to make a wrong move as an excuse to kill him.

The Dragon glared at him, leaning into Seonghwa’s face. Seonghwa looked the dragon in the eyes, waiting for the dragon to just get it over with and kill him.

“Never come back to this place. If I see you here again I will rip you to shreds.”

The next thing Seonghwa knew, the heavy weight crushing his chest was suddenly lifted and the dragon was gone. He finally could breathe properly. Seonghwa got up onto shaky legs. Seonghwa looked around the snowy woods, but the dragon was nowhere in sight. Seonghwa couldn’t help but start laughing at how ridiculous what just happened was. He had managed to find a dragon. The next thing Seonghwa knew he was back on the snowy floor and his vision fading away.

After Seonghwa woke up after the shock of finding a dragon, he quickly made his way out of the woods and back to the castle before the castle staff realized he was missing. He climbed back over the castle wall and made his way through a secret passageway that only he and Yeosang knew about. Seonghwa snuck back into the castle and back into his chambers. He closed the door and let out a sigh of relief at not being caught.

“Where have you been?” Yeosang spoke from behind him.

Seonghwa jumped and leaned up against the door. “What the hell are you doing here!” Seonghwa shouted.

Yeosang was Seonghwa’s younger brother. He was a lot quieter and more reserved than Seonghwa, but what he lacked in sociability he made up for in smarts. He was quick on his feet when it came to problem solving and he was a master at strategy. Yeosang also had a tendency to speak his mind without regard for others but he cared he just had a hard time showing it.

“Answer my question first, where were you?” Yeosang could read him like an open book.

“I was out.” Seonghwa replied, taking his bag from off his shoulder and putting it by his desk.

“Don’t give me bullshit, Seonghwa. Where did you go?” The younger man demanded.

“I went out in the forest for a walk, are you happy?”

“You went out for a walk for a whole day?” Yeosnag questioned.

“I got lost.” He says lying through his teeth at this point.

“You really are a terrible liar, you know that right?”

Seonghwa groaned and went over to his bed. He threw himself on the comforter and closed his eyes, ignoring Yeosang glaring at him.

“You have no idea how much I had to cover for you today.” Yeosang complained.

“This is why you’re my best friend.” Seonghwa says.

“Go to hell.”

“Someone is snappy today. What’s wrong, Wooyoung didn’t pay enough attention to you today.” Seonghwa fired back.

Yeosang glared even harder at Seonghwa, letting Seonghwa know he should probably drop the topic of the witch boy that had stolen Yeosang’s affections no matter how much Yeosang denied it.

“What did you even do in the woods for that long? I mean what is there to do, all there are endless trees.” Yeosang questioned.

Seonghwa was reminded of the weight of the dragon on his chest. “Nothing much, guess I just got lost in my head.”

“You do realize how dumb that was. You could have at least told me or Mingi. But no you just disappear out of thin air being stupid.” Yeosang scolded.

“I just wanted to be on my own for a little while. I don’t need a babysitter.” Seonghwa said.

“Have you met yourself? You get into trouble wherever you go without meaning to. Knowing you probably pissed off the Fae in that forest.”

Seonghwa remembers the ice blue eyes of the dragon’s eyes. I would take a Fae over that dragon anyday.

“It’s late. Get some rest. We have to be up early in the morning for that meeting with mother and father.” Yeosang said.

Seonghwa groaned at the thought of meeting with his parents. He knew that it was going to be about preparing him for his coronation next month. Seonghwa was excited about being king but his parents were confining, not letting him have a life outside of the castle. Seonghwa wanted the freedom that he had back.

“Sounds great, what do you think father is going to talk about this time, how I need to work harder or need to find a wife.” Seonghwa jokes.

Yeosang laughed. “Good luck for that one.”

Yeosang got up and went to the door of Seonghwa’s room.

Seonghwa chuckled. “Night Yeosang.”

“Night Seonghwa.”

Yeosang smiled at him and left Seonghwa’s room for his own.

Seonghwa laid in his bed looking up at the ceiling of his room. Thoughts of the dragon clouding his thoughts. What was the dragon doing there? Where did he come from? Why was he alone? Dragons lived in packs and needed other dragons around them. That much Seonghwa knew. So many questions that Seonghwa couldn’t answer. He finally closed his eyes and let sleep consume his thoughts.

Seonghwa was an idiot and he knew it. Here he was. Standing in front of the same forest that he was nearly killed by a dragon almost a week ago.

Why was he doing this, he couldn’t give you an answer. Seonghwa couldn’t explain it. He just felt pulled back to the woods from the second he left. Seonghwa had to see the dragon again, even if it killed him. Hopefully it doesn’t get to that. Seonghwa took a deep breath, clutching his bag in his hands where his knuckles were almost white, with which he took his first step forward back into the woods.

Seonghwa had to know what a dragon was doing so close to Aurora. Something wasn’t right about this. The first dragon seen in centuries hiding in the forest outside of the kingdom could only mean that bad things were in store for Aurora and Seonghwa couldn’t let that happen.

When Seonghwa was younger his mother used to tell him stories of the kings and queens who worked alongside dragons before they disappeared. That the dragons used to be allies to those that they respected. Despite his father always telling him that dragons were nothing but old folk tales, something deep inside Seonghwa’s heart knew that there were dragons still out there.

He would spend his days as a child dreaming about one day finding a dragon. How he would fly above the clouds and touch the stars. His father put a swift end to any of these fanasies.

“Dragons are evil.” His father would say. “They only live for themselves and the greed that they thrive on. They are nothing but a curse sent by the Gods themselves.”

Seonghwa could never understand why his father hated dragons so much.

Maybe that’s why he was so determined to find the dragon again. Some childish part of him tugged at his brain to go and befriend the same beast that had nearly killed him a week ago. Aurora had been on the bad side of the gods for so long, maybe a dragon was what it needed.

If Seonghwa could convince them that the people of Aurora were just as important as Seonghwa saw them, then maybe the dragon could help them. Prove to his father that dragons were not some evil beasts sent by the gods to curse humans.

And maybe some selfish part of his brain hoped that maybe he could ride the dragon just like in the stories, but that wasn’t at the top of his list.

He made his journey to the deepest parts of the woods, trying his best to remember the path he took but his memory felt like it was failing him. Seonghwa kept trying to follow the cold air that he could feel through the trees. Seonghwa felt as if he was wandering aimlessly with no final destination.

Seonghwa felt as if he was going in circles. He had been walking for hours and had found no trace of the white dragon. Seonghwa sat on the dirt. He was exhausted after walking for hours to only get nowhere.

Seonghwa was frustrated, but he didn't know what to be frustrated with. He wanted to be mad at himself for not being able to find the dragon, but Seonghwa knew that no matter how much he searched, the dragon would only be the one to decide if he would appear.

Just as Seonghwa was starting to fall into his doubt, a loud screech could be heard from afar. A loud boom came from out of nowhere. The sound shook the ground that Seonghwa sat on. Seonghwa quickly got to his feet, he turned to go back to the castle but he stopped. Seonghwa looked back to where the sound came from.

Seonghwa could hear all forms of logic yelling at him to go back to the castle but there was another voice yelling against his logic. Seonghwa sighed knowing which voice he was listening to. Yeosang was going to kill him. Seonghwa turned back around and started to head to the sound. Seonghwa followed the faint sight of smoke.

What could have done this? Seonghwa asked himself as he could see the smoke getting darker which signaled he was getting close.

Soon Seonghwa arrived at the source of the sound. Seonghwa gasped at seeing the large crater in the ground.

The crater was huge. Seonghwa was wracking his brain trying to come up with an idea of what could have caused such a thing to happen. Seonghwa tried to see through the thick smoke to see if the thing that made the crater was still there.

The smoke started to clear and Seonghwa could see the figure of something lying in the middle of the crater. Seonghwa leaned to get a better look at the figure, only to slip when the ground gave out from under Seonghwa’s foot.

Seonghwa screamed as he tumbled to the bottom of the crater. He groaned as he laid on the ground. He sat up, clutching his side. The smoke had cleared out, finally giving Seonghwa a clear view of everything around him. He looked up to see how far he had fallen when his attention was taken by the figure next to him. Seonghwa jumped back slightly at the sight of the man asleep next him.

The man looked to be Seonghwa’s age, maybe a little younger. He had snow white hair and skin that was pale. His features were soft but sharp. He was wearing all white clothes, Seonghwa thought he looked like an angel. Seonghwa realized that the man’s arm had been injured, blood staining the ground below him.

Seonghwa moved over to where he was sleeping. Seonghwa looked over his arm and could see a large gash that was on his arm. Seonghwa quickly opened his bag, trying to find something to clean the wound. Seonghwa found a small cloth in his bag and tried to place it on the boy’s arm.

As soon as the cloth came into contact with the boy’s skin, the boy’s eyes shot open and a hiss left his lips. Sharp blue eyes stared back at Seonghwa with a glare.

“I’m sorry.” Seonghwa apologized. “I need to try and stop the bleeding.”

“Leave me alone.” The boy growled.

“You’re hurt. I can’t just leave you.” Seonghwa argued.

“I said lea-” As the boy tried to push Seonghwa off he winced in pain and collapsed onto his side once more.

It was then Seonghwa noticed the large gash on the boy’s torso.

“Gods.” Seonghwa said in shock. “I have to get you back into town, you have to see a healer.”

“No.” the boy begged. “Can’t trust humans.” The boy said through gritted teeth, trying his absolute hardest to not succumb to the pain of his injuries.

The boy clutched his side trying to stop the bleeding on his own. Seonghwa tried to help but the boy only growled at him.

“You’ll die if you don’t get any help.” Seonghwa protested.

“I can handle it on my own.” The boy’s voice became lighter, as if it was hard just speaking.

“Even the strongest warrior needs help in a situation like this. You need to see a healer.” Seonghwa argued, his tone harsher than he wanted but the boy’s stubbornness was pointless at this point.

“They’ll kill me!” The boy shouted suddenly.

wHe sat upright and pushed Seonghwa away with what little strength he had left. It was as if his strength came back for one final push to save himself. Just as quickly it came, the strength faded from his body.

“They’ll kill me.” The boy mumbled before collapsing onto the ground once again, this time his eyes falling shut.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened. He scrambled over to the boy.

“Please don’t be dead.” He begged.

The boy’s breaths came out heavy and gruff but there. That meant that there was a chance.

Seonghwa acted quickly, doing his best to remember what Wooyoung had taught him. Seonghwa pulled the small knife that he carried with him at all times and cut the fabric of his shirt into a long strip of cloth.

He carefully looked over the nasty gash on the boy’s torso and did his best to tie the piece of fabric around the wound to halt the bleeding. It was only as Seonghwa tied the cloth around the boy that he noticed the significant pool of blood that had formed on the ground below where the boy was laying.

The boy groaned with his body being moved around. His face warped in a look of pain and discomfort.

“I’m sorry.” Seonghwa said to him not even sure if the boy could even hear him.

Once Seonghwa had done his best to treat the wounds, Seonghwa hoisted the boy on top of his shoulders to make it easier to carry him. The boy let out a weak cry of pain and Seonghwa winced as if it was him who was hurt.

“I promise I’ll be as fast as I can.” Seonghwa said.

He just hoped that he would be fast enough to save the boy before he succumbed to his wounds.

Seonghwa felt as if his lungs were on fire. He hadn’t stopped running since he managed to climb out of the crater. Seonghwa was honestly still in shock of how he managed to pull that off.

The sun in the sky started to fall into twilight as Seonghwa reached the gates of the castle. He didn’t care who saw at this point. All he knew was that he needed to get the boy to Wooyoung. Seonghwa could feel the boy’s pained breaths on the back of his neck which was the only thing giving him the slightest bit of hope that the boy would survive.

He heard a guard shout his name, obviously alarmed that the crown prince had just run through castle gates when he was already meant to be inside of them. Seonghwa made his way through the servants quarters and through the long hallways of the castle until he reached Wooyoung’s room.

Seonghwa pounded on the door the best he could. “Wooyoung! Wooyoung!” The prince shouted.

Seonghwa could hear muttering through the door. Finally the door opened.

“What the hell are you on abo - Gods!” Wooyoung exclaimed, now seeing the bloodied boy on Seonghwa’s shoulders.

“You have to help him, Wooyoung, please.” Seonghwa begged.

“What happened?” Wooyoung asked in protest.

“It doesn’t matter!” Seonghwa shouted. “He’s dying, please.”

Wooyoung shook his head. “Lay him down on the bed.”

Seonghwa could almost sob with relief.

Seonghwa moved quickly as Wooyoung shut the door behind the two. Seonghwa laid the boy down on the bed. The boy moved and murmured something under his breath but it was too quiet for Seonghwa to understand.

Wooyoung looked over at the boy carefully and examined his wounds. The healer grimaced. “He’s lucky to even be alive at this point.”

“Can you help him?” Seonghwa asked hopefully.

“I can but it’s going to take a while for him to even be back on his feet.” Wooyoung explained. “He better be worth it, whoever he is.” the healer muttered.

Wooyoung placed his hands over the boy’s body and closed his eyes in concentration. Seonghwa could feel the magic flowing in the air as Wooyoung controlled it. Wooyoung focused his energy down into the boy. The healer’s eyebrows furrowed as he used more strength.

Seonghwa watched with careful eyes as the boy’s wounds closed as if they had never been there in the first place. The boy moved in his sleep, grunting and murmuring things that Seonghwa couldn’t understand.

After what felt like hours, Wooyoung let his arms fall and the magic that was once there before slowly trickled out of the room. Wooyoung stumbled slightly and Seonghwa was there to catch the healer before he fell.

“Whoever he is, he’s a stubborn bastard I’ll tell you that.” Wooyoung said, out of breath from over using his magic.

Seonghwa helped Wooyoung over to a chair that was positioned in the corner of the room.

“I don’t doubt it.” Seonghwa replied. Judging by the way he acted in the woods there’s no doubt that he wouldn’t accept help from anyone.

“It was almost as if he was fighting my magic.” Wooyoung added.

Seonghwa looked at the healer in confusion. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know but he clearly didn’t like the fact that I was healing him. It was almost as if his mind and body were arguing on if to fight it or not. Eventually his body beat out his mind. Just by that fact alone, this is someone who has not had an easy life.”

There was a silence that fell over the two before Wooyoung asked the question that Seonghwa had been waiting for.

“Who is he, Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa could only answer with the truth. “I don’t know.”

The prince’s eyes focused on the sleeping boy. The prince studied the features that he didn’t have time to notice before.

The boy was small and slim in frame compared to most men but it was clear to Seonghwa in the forest that he had strength to match his own. His sharp features were almost made sharper by the paleness of his skin. Seonghwa wasn’t sure if that was due to the boy’s wounds or if his skin looked like freshly fallen snow all of the time. Then Seonghwa’s attention fell to the boy’s white hair. It was messy but still looked like it came from the sky itself.

“I bet he’s a vampire.” Wooyoung spoke up.

Seonghwa snorted. “His eyes are blue, not red.”

“Vampires can change their eye color.” Wooyoung argued.

“If he was a vampire I would be dead.” Seonghwa said.

Wooyoung shrugged. “Where did you find him anyway?”

“The woods. He was at the bottom of a crater.” Seonghwa answered.

“A crater? In the middle of the woods. You think that he caused a crater in the woods?” Wooyoung questioned, gesturing to the boy sleeping in the bed.

“No.” Seonghwa started, maybe the boy did cause the crater. First he sees a dragon and now boys are falling out of the sky and making craters in the middle of the woods. At this point Seonghwa might believe anything. “Maybe.”

Wooyoung let out a cackle. “Yeah, and Yeosang can fly.”

Seonghwa wanted to argue with Wooyoung but the events of the day were finally starting to weigh down on Seonghwa.

Wooyoung eyes soften. “Get some rest, Seonghwa. You clearly need it.”

“I don’t want to leave him”

Wooyoung wanted to argue with the prince but if there was one thing that he had learned working in the castle it was when one of the princes had their mind set on something it was best to let them see it through.

Wooyoung went over to one of the small cabinets in the room and pulled out a blanket. He walked back over to where Seonghwa was sitting and tossed him the blanket.

“No complaining about your back hurting in the morning.” Wooyoung said, going to leave the room.

“Don’t tell Yeosang.” Seonghwa blurted out.

“I won’t.” Wooyoung says.

Seonghwa narrowed his eyes.

“I’m telling him.” Wooyoung said quickly before shutting the door behind him.

Seonghwa opened his mouth to stop the whaler but knew it was already too late by the time the door shut behind him.

The Prince let out a yawn and curled himself under the blanket. Seonghwa could worry about what Yeosang would say in the morning. He stared at the sleeping face of the boy.

“Where did you come from?” Seonghwa thought before his eyes lulled shut and sleep consumed him.

#atz fanfic #ateez #seongjoong #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #kang yeosang #jeong yunho #choi jongho #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #fanfic #kpop fanfic #fantasty #dragons #royal #prince seonghwa

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lady-literature · 3 years

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Death

Ive been wanting to rewrite this thing for a while now so here you guys go! credit to @bunathebunny for the original idea | @maribatmarch-2k21 | find more here

Marinette dies during the final battle with Hawkmoth.

Paris watches her fall, watches her take Hawkmoth with her, watches a child make a sacrifice she never should have had to make. Paris mourns and lays her to rest and sings her praises like she was the hero instead of the tragedy itself.

Her parents are too heartbroken to stay in the city their daughter loved (too furious to stay in the city that killed her) and so they run to Gotham.

Six months pass, and when Marinette wakes up in her grave, clawing her way out of the dirt and wood until she is bloody and staggering, there is no one waiting for her at home.

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Marinette comes back wrong.

Not that, I think, there’s a way to come back right.

Dying changes you. And dying with the power of Creation thrumming through your veins? With the ancestral magic of a thousand Guardians crackling against your skin? With the history of a lost people stuffed inside your head and naked desperation clawing at your heart and the cries of your best friend echoing in your ears as you fall and-

Marinette comes back wrong.

***

Most of Paris knows she’s there, hidden in the shadows and watching.

It’s hard not to when criminals start turning up beaten and broken, screaming about little girls covered in blood and bruises and spots. When plenty of people have seen her flying across the rooftops or lurking in alleyways that are dark even as the sun shines bright.

They do not call her Ladybug anymore, for she is no longer their hero.

Marinette doesn’t mind. She is an afterimage, a ghost story, a thing that was once a girl but is now wrong wrong wrong.

Now they call her the Girl in Red.

They say she is benevolent. They say she is vicious.

I suppose it depends on who you ask.

(I suppose it depends on what they were doing when they met her.)

***

She has wandered the streets of Paris for many years when she comes across a man who is like her.

She meets him quite by accident, wandering through the shadows of her alleyways. They lock eyes—acid green clashing against inhuman blue, both glowing too bright in the shadows to be natural—and the pair of them freeze.

Well, Marinette freezes as much as she ever does, which isn’t much. The edges of her waver and mold to the shadows she’s in and the longer she stands there, the more she flickers.

Bloody then not then back again. Like she doesn’t quite know who to be.

Marinette looks up at him, and in her battered and broken mind, she cannot decide what he is.

He is a man who smells like death but is not dead. A man who is lost, wandering the world without a home just as she is. A man who is trouble, the same kind she bares her too sharp teeth at and hunts where it’s too dark for others to see.

(But isn’t she herself trouble? Hasn’t she heard the whispers and rumors people spin of her? Hasn’t she, herself, left the bodies of people too broken to ever fix lying in alleyways without a second thought?)

(People are much more fragile than she remembers.)

***

Jason looks down at her, this impossible child who is pale and terrifying and so indescribably other, and something in him cracks.

She is familiar, but not in the sense that they’ve ever met before.

No- she is familiar because under all the blood and bruises and demonic bullshit, he can still see the little girl hidden behind it. He can still recognize the look of a child dragged into a war that was not theirs because, once upon a time, that kid was him.

(Jason looks down at her and, in her place, he sees a little boy in red and green and gold.)

It’s been a long time since Jason was a hero—a lifetime ago, really—but he can’t ignore a kid in need. Even if she is creepy and kinda see-through and not quite human.

Which is good, he supposes, considering that after their first meeting, the little runt never leaves his side.

***

Jason leaves Paris two weeks later and when he goes, Marinette goes with him.

Paris is her city, is the only city she’s ever known… but it’s also the city that got her killed. She remembers little about Before, but she hadn’t needed to. The whispers people make behind their hands tell her more than enough.

Marinette has stayed in Paris for long enough, she thinks, bound by a duty she no longer needs to uphold.

Big Brother tells her of a different city, one plagued by madmen that lives in endless night. So many dark streets and people in need of saving, so much trouble teeming beneath the surface, just waiting for her to snap and snarl at it.

(Big Brother also tells her of the Bat that watches over the city. He speaks his name with scorn and an aching sort of longing that makes Marinette think of lost children and homes where no one is waiting for you.)

Jason grinds the whole of Gotham’s underground beneath his heel and Marinette stands at his side, a vicious shadow that people only ever get the chance to underestimate once.

Together, they are the Red Siblings, and together, they are Gotham’s worst nightmare.

#maribat #maribatmarch2021 #platonic jasonette #my typewriter #mlb x dc

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volturiwolf · 3 years

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The Volturi Princess - A Felix Volturi x fem!Reader Story (part 3)

No of Words: about 5313

Mentions of: Abandonment, Abortion, Anxiety, Blood, Bruises, Coma/Comatosed State, Death Emotional Abuse, Emotional and Physical Pain, Gaslighting, Greece/Greek Language - with translation, Heartbreak, Italian Language - with translation, Manipulation, Murder, Pain, Panic Attacks, Pregnancy, Suffering, Suicide/Suicidal Thoughts, Swear Language, Throwing Up/Puking, Witches/Wizards/Witchcraft

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Felix’s POV:

We have been traveling for over a year now, Demetri tracking Carlisle and us following behind him. Demetri located him across the Atlantic, so we swam across the ocean to reach him. Almost a year and a half after leaving Volterra, we tracked Carlisle while he was working as a doctor somewhere in the northern United States. He was surprised to see us, but we kept our austere facade to maintain our sovereignty towards him. He welcomed us gladly in his small house.

It was a two-story building, and it smelled of old wood and mold, but I guess that was the best he could do for now. The living conditions around here did not seem to be ideal. Apart from the Volturi and the Egyptian coven, no other vampire lived comfortably, in castles, mansions, or even big houses; most vampires were nomads, traveling around and living by hunting whenever they could. So, Carlisle actually living in a house, even if it looked like this, was way better than living the nomad life.

“Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix. To what do I owe this pleasure? Can I offer you anything?” Carlisle had always been one of the kindest of our kind, too compassionate for a vampire.

“No, Carlisle, thank you, we’re good. We are on a mission, and we have a few questions for you.” Jane took it up to herself to start the conversation.

“Please, sit down so we can talk.” Carlisle offered us to sit around the table that was in the middle of the ground floor. We each took a seat at the table. “So, may I ask what it is all about? I don’t think I have personally acted in a way to upset the Volturi.”

“No, indirectly, you haven’t.” Jane continued. “We wanted to ask you a few questions regarding (Y/N). We think that you may have heard by now that she has left Volterra.”

“Yes, word came around. I met a few nomads from Europe some time ago, and they told me that (Y/N) left Volterra, probably permanently.”

I tried to suppress a sob that was fighting to leave my throat. Carlisle knew that (Y/N) left, everyone knew that (Y/N) left. They didn’t know she left her mate behind, and they shall never find out that she was my mate. I didn’t even want to think about the possibility of (Y/N) being in danger if anyone found out that we were mates. I had too many targets on my back to risk anything happening to her.

It was my turn to intervene. “Have you seen her? Has she ever come around here?”

Carlisle turned to face me. “I did. Once. She stayed with me for about a year; that was about 6 or 7 years ago. She tracked me through her memories. She has become quite skilled at that.” Demetri and I looked at each other confused. (Y/N) could track as skillfully as Demetri now?

Carlisle continued. “Anyway, she seemed concerned. She told me she had been traveling for quite some time, but she felt like she was missing a piece of herself, of her past. For a few months, she wanted to learn more about me, my job, how I was doing with the whole “animal blood” diet, simple curiosity really. She had been training herself to abstain from human blood, so it was easier for her to go hunt with me. She told me..”

Carlisle turned to look at me now. “She told me about your bond, Felix.” So, she has felt our bond, too! “She told me that she was scared for you, for your safety within the Volturi. She was worried about all of you, but particularly you, Felix. Being her mate means you are basically a target for anyone who wishes to harm (Y/N). She told me she ran away to protect you. As long as no one knew of your bond, you were safe. The traveling and meeting the world was just an extra benefit for her and her gift.”

“Her gift?!” We all exclaimed in unison. (Y/N) never claimed a “gift”, so how could this be possible? Did she lie? Did she even know about her gift?

“Before you say anything, she didn’t even know what her gift was. It is way more complicated than you think. I guess she’d appreciate it if I gave you an idea about it.” Carlisle paused for a few moments. If my heart was beating, I swear it would have stopped by now.

“You know how, for example, Jane, you can induce mental pain, or you, Alec, can restrict anyone’s senses?” The Twins nodded at Carlisle. “Well, (Y/N) can do both, and so much more.” We were kind of shocked. No one has ever had a gift similar to the Twins; that’s why they were in the Volturi. Because they were unique.

“(Y/N)’s gift is copying others’ gifts. That’s why she could also track me; she had copied Demetri’s gift.” Carlisle pointed at Demetri, who looked utterly shocked now.

I would lie if I said I didn’t feel the same way or scared even. I was not scared because of (Y/N); I was scared for (Y/N). This newly-found discovery meant she would be way more important to Aro than we ever thought. He wouldn’t just let her go - not that this was his intention before, but now, she would be even more precious to him and his cause; she would now be the perfect weapon for him to use against other vampires. I had to find her and warn her.

“Do you know where she is now?” My voice came out more stern than I intended it to be.

Carlisle nodded his head slightly. “I may know where she is now. Before she left, she was trying to find out as much as she could about her parents. I assume that was the “missing piece” she was referring to? Anyway, she may be after her parents. I mean they do know her nature better than any of us does. Don’t forget that (Y/N) is half-witch. No one could ever teach her how to be one; only her father could be the one to do so. So, if I stand corrected, she is looking for them. And there’s only one place that (Y/N) has ever linked to her parents.”

“Greece.” Demetri stepped in. Demetri was the only one who could understand (Y/N)’s connection with Greece; it was their birthplace, their origin, their true home.

“Exactly. If you find her parents, you’ll most likely find her. Even if she’s not with them, it will be easier to track her if you have her parents’ assistance.”

We nodded and we stood up. “Thank you for your help, Carlisle. You were most helpful.” Jane spoke for all of us.

“It was my pleasure.” Carlisle led us to the door, but before we left, Jane turned to him one last time. “We think we can trust you that this conversation stays between us.”

“Of course, Jane. Have a safe trip and take care of yourselves.”

“You too.” Alec smiled at Carlisle.

What Carlisle said at the end had me worried for (Y/N). “I hope you find her soon. Her parents never had the best reputation around.” What kind of people was (Y/N)’s family anyway?

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Tracking (Y/N) proved to be way more complicated and debilitating than we thought it would be. We assumed that the closer we were to Greece, the easier it would be for Demetri to pick up her tenor. We were wrong; we were going around blindly, not a clue about (Y/N)’s whereabouts. Even when we finally set our feet on Greek ground, we still didn’t know where to start looking for her. Nobody had a clue where she could be; we didn’t even know her birthplace.

Demetri took it upon him to start his research in a place he knew well enough: Athens. Athens was the capital of Greece’s civilization for many centuries, but, at the time of Demetri’s birth, during the Byzantine times, Constantinople emerged as the center of the Eastern Byzantine Empire, while Rome remained the center of the Western Byzantine Empire.

Athens was not regarded as highly as it used to, during Pericles’ “Golden Century”, as the 5th century BC was known. It still was an important and historical city, but it has lost its title as the “capital” eons ago. The city was taken advantage of by both “allies” and Ottomans and seemed to have lost part of its previous glory. Still, it was beautiful; I may have been quite “old” myself, but I could still admire the history around me.

It reminded of (Y/N)’s stories and books; knowing Ancient Greek history was one of the first things she took an interest in. The fact that she was able to travel to Athens, with or without Aro, quite a few times also developed her fascination regarding the Ancient Greek arts, philosophy, and overall way of living. Of course, it wasn’t easy being a woman then, or ever really, but she was more financially privileged than the average Athenian - vampire wealth had always been an actual thing, and Aro always prided himself to be a “collector” of wealth (and talented vampires for the matter).

We arrived in Greece at a transitional stage; the country has been experiencing a war against the Ottomans for a few years now, and it was evident around the city of Athens. There were many casualties during the war, many damages around the streets, the houses, and there seemed to be a climate of misery and decline.

Yet, the country had recently elected a prime minister, who declared Nafplio, a city in Peloponnese, as Greece’s capital. That was our next stop, as we couldn’t find anything in particular that could indicate (Y/N) being in Athens. Apart from the poor living conditions, the country was experiencing a plague pandemic wave, which killed even more people, but authorities worked hard on containing the cases, and it seemed to have been working.

Still, without a single clue about (Y/N)’s location, the only thing we could do is go around searching for any possible information. We could only travel at night, and hide during the day; Greece, just like Italy, had always been blessed with sunny days, for the majority of a calendar year.

It wasn’t ideal with us being vampires, but Volterra was an ideal strategic location for the Volturi to travel across the vampire and human world, rule, and impose their laws whenever it was needed. Just like always, we now also had to be secretive about our existence.

I thought about how lucky (Y/N) was in that situation; being a non-fully vampire, she didn’t “glow” in the sun like us. She had a more healthy-skin-like glow, a healthy and subtle glow that made me even more attracted to her - if that was even possible. That basically meant that she could technically go anywhere and everywhere; the weather did not affect her, the sun did not affect her.

I started getting frustrated and disappointed. It wasn’t only (Y/N) I had in my mind; apparently, during the years of the Greek Revolution, many vampires, Greek or non-Greek, started secretly fighting to claim territories for themselves.

We knew that it wasn’t part of our duty, but it wouldn’t hurt if we could actually claim Greek land for the Volturi. Having both Italy and Greece under our control could mean more power, more resources, more blood. It only seemed natural; the three Volturi kings were born in Greece, all three of their wives were born in Greece, Demetri and Chelsea were born in Greece. (Y/N) was born in Greece.

Greece could easily become an extension of our territory - Italy was already ours in its entirety - and it would only be the start. It would be easier to control and deal with any possible riots from other covens - the Egyptians and the Romanians in particular. We didn’t fear either of them, but the Romanians have been holding resentment towards the Volturi for a couple thousand years, so anything could be expected from their side at any moment.

I shared my thoughts with the Twins and Demetri. They all agreed that it was a plausible plan; it would show others that the Volturi are still as powerful as they have ever been, and should be feared. Besides, we knew that just the four of us would be able to subjugate any vampire that crossed our paths. With the Twins’ powers, Demetri’s tracking skills, and my strength, it would be impossible for others to resist or challenge us.

We started interrogating any vampire we found wandering or hunting at night; none of them worthy enough to fight us or even gifted enough to join the Volturi. It was quite easy to find the leaders of these “newly-made” covens, or alliances, as they seemed. Because none of them inspired loyalty to each other; none of them was a coven in the sense the Volturi were. They were more like vampires who came together to fight for territory control; I doubt if they would even manage to stay together for one more day. They did not only lack loyalty towards their "leaders", but also discipline, principles, and basic rules of survival and solidarity towards the other members.

It was quite easy to take over any “coven” in Southern Greece, including the island of Crete. We started moving north, taking over the territories of Thessaly and Epirus, something which the Greek humans did not manage to acquire from the Ottomans yet. We were to take over Macedonia and Thrace next, but we were met with an unexpected obstacle.

Every vampire we would interrogate regarding these two territories would say the same thing: none of them knew who owned them, but whoever tried to claim the territories never returned back, dead or alive. The mystery that surrounded the person or people behind the leadership of these areas made their skin crawl; they all refused to “help” us any further, no matter how much Jane, Alec, and I tried, which made me kind of worried, or more like curious, but I didn’t want to show any weakness or let them question my effectiveness.

Every one of them was just a “normal” vampire; we were better, stronger, gifted, and we have proved that we can bring results every single time. No other vampire has ever dared go against us; we wouldn’t allow them to question us now either.

We continued traveling up north, determined to face whoever it was behind the territories there. I didn’t pay attention to the slight pain in my guts as we were traveling through the country, but it was becoming more and more intense as we continued going north.

We didn’t know how we would find the vampires behind this “operation”, so our plan would be to act in any way possible to provoke them into coming out of their “hiding spot”. For a few days, we were rummaging any small village we could find, killing the villagers and draining them of their blood - not a very “Volturi tactic" may I say. We were supposed to hide our existence, not challenge our luck by killing so many people; yet, this was the only way we thought that could possibly lurk the vampires out of their “comfort zone”.

As we were traveling through Macedonia, we came across a rather developed town, compared to the villages we have seen before. The city was surrounded by tall stone walls. There were a few rivers on its western side, forests and mountains on its northeastern side, and swamps and marshes on its southern side. We couldn’t hunt freely here, at least not during daylight; there was no way we would go unnoticed if we started hunting anywhere in the area. We decided to run through the forests, see if there was a place we could stay for a while; if there was a human or more we could feed off of; if there was a sign of the vampires or (Y/N).

During the last few weeks, I’ve been thinking that our mission has been more about expanding our power and influence, and not as much about locating (Y/N). Actually, it felt more like locating (Y/N) was more of an afterthought now. We lost the purpose of our mission; the reason we came together all along.

It wasn’t as if we would actually be directly benefiting by the territories we claimed; we were still working on behalf of the Volturi. We didn’t ask the kings to claim Greek territories; yet, we did, because we felt obliged to consider their own good once again, this time at the expense of finding (Y/N). Once again, we became the victims of the influence they had on us, and we played their game.

“Why are we even doing this?” I yelled frustratedly. My friends turned to look at me.

“What do you mean, Felix?” Jane seemed slightly annoyed. “We’ve come here to claim the territories, to show these savages who the boss is here.”

“No, Jane, they are not savages, we didn’t come here to claim territories, and we don’t have to show them “who is the boss”. They already know that the Volturi rule the vampire world. No. No. We came here to search for (Y/N). Not to “claim territories”. Not to “show them”. We came here for (Y/N). We..We lost our purpose. We lost the true meaning of our mission. We just started claiming the land for the Volturi, for Aro. We..We forgot about her.”

My eyes were stinking with venom. I felt weak, I felt as if I betrayed her. I promised to myself that I would bring her back home, that I would protect her. It’s been so long and we still haven’t found her. We just kept wasting time on things that shouldn’t matter to us. We should not care about expanding our influence, our territory, our power. We should care about bringing the Princess back.

Jane lowered her head apologetically. “I’m sorry, Felix. I didn’t know you felt this way. I have to admit it though; we did lose track of time and we forgot about the actual purpose of this mission. We once again forgot that (Y/N) has always been way more important than any power in the world. I’m sorry. We all are. I promised you we’ll start searching for her right away, okay?”

I nodded affirmatively. We had to find (Y/N) as soon as possible. We were not only running out of time but also out of hope that (Y/N) was in Greece or anywhere else, that she was alive. We got so distracted by our conversation that we didn’t notice we were being watched until we all started screaming in pain. I fell on my knees, the pain on the back of my head unbearable, and that’s when I blacked out.

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I didn’t know how much time passed being unconscious. It felt like a new sensation to me; being a bit over 2000 years old, I haven’t lost my senses once - except for the times Alec liked to play games on me. I didn’t feel like myself; it didn’t feel right. I didn’t like being restricted of my senses, especially now, especially here, in an unknown place. My mind was blurry and I couldn’t see anything distinct around me; I couldn’t see almost anything. I tried to move my hands around but I couldn’t as if the tightest rope in the world was holding me in place.

“No need to fight, sweetheart.” I heard a woman’s voice. “There is no way to escape.”

“Who are you? Why am I here? Where are the others?”

“Felix? Is that you?” I heard Demetri’s voice on my right.

“Demetri? Is that you? Where are Jane and Alec?”

“I am here.” I heard Alec’s voice on my left.

“Me too." Jane replied.

“Alexandre, please, I cannot start with this again.”

Suddenly, I could see again. I was still physically restricted, but my eyes could see them crystal clear and my mind was in order once again. The woman in front of me was very imposing, though of average size. Her long, curly hair framed her face beautifully and her piercing red eyes were piercing through my soul. The man standing next to her was only a few centimeters taller; he had short, straight hair, and his eyes were looking between the four of us sternly. Who were they even? Why were we even here? Why us? As if she read my mind, a woman spoke to me.

“Oh, deary. We’re not going to tell you who we are. But you are going to tell us what you, Volturi guards, are doing in our territory!”

“How do you know who we are?” I exclaimed. Of course, everyone knew the Volturi as the authority of the vampire world, but not all vampires around here have ever met us specifically, or any other member of the coven for the matter.

“Your crest, dear. I have known that crest for far too long. Way before you were even born. I see that dear Aro never changed it. He does like to remain in his same, old ways after all. Never changing, never moving forward, still imposing his “laws”, I’m assuming?” The woman seemed to know way far about the Volturi and Aro. She became a danger for our coven, from the moment she and the man abducted us. She should have never done that; they both would be punished for their actions.

“Dear, I won’t get punished..for anything. You, on the other hand, are in a pretty difficult situation. You see, my husband and I are not going to let you get away until you tell us why you are here.”

“Pain.” I heard Jane saying. The woman turned to look at her but she didn’t even flinch. I heard Jane screaming in return.

“Oh, sweetheart. Your powers won’t work on either of us. You see, I am a shield, so don’t even try to hurt us. On the contrary, WE can hurt you just as much, if not more.” The woman smiled evilly, while Jane was writhing in pain.

“Please, stop hurting my sister.” Alec pleaded, unable to use his gift against the couple.

“So, you are the “Terror Twins”. Alec and Jane, I see.” The woman knew their nickname? “Oh, yes, I do, dear.” She turned to look at me. “You see, I was once part of the Volturi. Technically, still am. However, I left, way before any of you joined the coven. To put it into perspective, I was there when Didyme lived but I left way before she was killed. Dear Marcus has never been the same ever since. I still feel somewhat of a connection to the coven, though I am able to make my own decisions because I managed to escape them. We were actually passing by Volterra a few times. I wonder how you never noticed us, though our powers would practically make us mentally invisible from Demetri, over here, or any other vampire, really.”

She knew Demetri, too?

“Felix, dear, I know all of you and about you. You see, my dear daughter has a special connection with all of you, a kind of friendship neither my husband, nor I quite understand. It wasn’t easy for her to keep her memories secret; though she is an amazing shield - which makes me so proud, she is kind of “vulnerable” when she is sleeping. And my husband’s magic is quite strong and easy to penetrate her mind and memories when she does eventually sleep.”

Her daughter? Could that be…?

“WHERE IS SHE?” The question slipped out of my mouth without even thinking about it first.

My anger could not be controlled right now. I was pushing myself to my limits to break my fetters, to no avail. Were that woman and that man (Y/N)’s parents? I started making some connections here and there; they looked similar to (Y/N), though so different at the same time. Their immortality, their red eyes, their confidence, and their aggression did not remind me of (Y/N). She had a pure face, a face of kindness, she was not like them.

“You think so? Alexandre, can you please call (Y/N), agapi mou?” The woman turned to the man, and the man started moving his fingers in front of him, creating some sort of a wave around him.

Within a few seconds, the door burst open and the first thing I saw was a red silky fabric flowing around the air. When the fabric settled down slowly, I saw her for the first time after so long. She has changed..a lot. Her (Y/E/C) eyes were replaced by piercing red ones, with a slight hint of (Y/E/C) around the pupils. Her eyes apathetic and stern; her facial features more defined; her hair reached a little below her shoulders, straight and shiny, like her father’s. She still looked as beautiful as ever.

She stared at us, focusing her eyes mostly on me. Her heartbeat sounded steady and strong. I was relieved; she was still human, they had not turned her fully vampire yet. She took a few steps farther into the house, her feet bare but surprisingly clean, no dirt, no grass had stained them. She stood right beside the woman, who I now knew was her mother and Aro’s daughter.

“What are they doing here?” Her voice came out stern, yet it was music to my ears.

I missed her voice so much. I missed her so much. Our mate bond, weakened by the distance and time spent apart, slowly started forming again. I felt it; I felt my existence becoming meaningful again. I felt my breath hitching in my throat, her presence provoking so many different feelings and emotions inside me. However, she still seemed cold and distant, and I couldn’t quite read her face. Did she not feel the same? Has she forgotten me? Does she hate me now?

I saw her gaze getting softer, even compassionate? She approached me and bent down slightly, placing her left hand carefully on my right cheek. She stared deeply into my eyes and I closed mine, leaning on her touch. It was the purest moment I have experienced in my 2000 years of life.

I opened my eyes and stared at her. I saw golden flakes scattered in between the red in her eyes. Once again, she took my breath away. It felt as if I fell in love with her all over again, a unique feeling of refreshment. We were lost in our own little world. She smiled slightly at me, the first time she did after such a long time.

“Enough! (Y/N) get away from him, now!” (Y/N) was forcefully removed away from me by her mother. She was looking at me pleadingly and then turned to look at her parents with such hatred. I’ve never seen her like this ever again, not even with Aro.

“YOU. WILL. NOT. TELL. ME. WHAT. TO. DO!” If looks could kill, (Y/N)’s parents would be dead by now. Her hands started lighting up, bright purple flames rising up. She was trying to intimidate her parents, but neither of them looked concerned in the slightest. She turned to us and with a dance-like move of her hand, we were finally freed of our fetters.

It was her father’s turn to speak. “(Y/N), let’s take this outside.” With a jerking motion of his hand, we all found ourselves, outside, in their house’s front yard.

“They’ve come to take you back to Volterra, back to Aro! Don’t you see it? They don’t care about you! They just want to please their master.” The words came bitter out of her mouth. She had a clear resentment towards the Volturi. “I will not let them take you away from me! Not again!”

“I know, mother, I’ve read their minds, too. Yet, I don’t see why YOU seem to think that you can make the decisions for me. I am my own self. I can make decisions for myself. And I get to choose what I do with my life.” (Y/N)’s voice was certain, powerful, in control. “They are not bad people, mother. They just have to follow orders, just like you followed Aro’s orders, just like I followed yours. That’s not going to happen anymore. I am taking control of my life!”

The sweet, little girl I got to see my whole life was becoming a strong, powerful woman right in front of my eyes. She was radiating power; she was taking control of her life. She was..my everything. She was becoming independent, her own self. To say I was proud of her, would be an understatement. She has always been special, but this newly-found power has clearly given her way more confidence and trust in herself.

She would finally be able to rule the Volturi. If she decided to come back to Volterra, she could definitely take over the coven. No one would be able to resist her or her gift. My thoughts were quickly interrupted when her dad started shouting in Greek.

Demetri, who was standing right next to me, saw the look of total confusion in my eyes. “I’ll translate for you.” I nodded at him. “So, her father says: Enough with this nonsense, (Y/N). Your place is here, with us. You owe us; we taught you what you needed to know about your magic. We taught you how to use it, how to develop it. You didn’t know enough to defend yourself back then.”

“Now, (Y/N) says: I don’t owe you anything. Yes, you did teach me how to use my magic, which I inherited from you. But, you gave me away to Aro. You couldn’t defend me or yourselves against him. You just offered me to him, as if I was a present for his birthday or something.”

“Now, her mother says: You, at least, owe it to yourself to get away from these tyrants. You know they don’t deserve you, so why are you still defending him? It’s that man, isn’t it? Now, (Y/N) says: That man has a name. Now, her mom says: You know, his name means “lucky”, "happy" in Greek. Yet, he hasn’t been that lucky or happy at all, has he? We read his mind, (Y/N), he’s not worthy of you.”

“Now, (Y/N) says: Guess what? I have also read his mind, and I have also read the two of you, as well. Don’t you think that it is only you who can read my mind while I’m sleeping! I’ve been reading your minds any chance I get! I know how you’ve been planning to use me, as a weapon against the Volturi! Guess again! I’m not going to let you manipulate me anymore! And that man deserves EVERYTHING in this world!”

“ENOUGH!” Her father shouted and threw a dark red glowing sphere, hitting (Y/N) and knocking her on the ground. My heart dropped at the sight, but she quickly stood up and gathered so much energy in her own hands, attacking her father with a powerful hit.

He got wounded, his face slightly cracked from his forehead to his jaw, yet he didn’t give up. He was about to attack her once again when his wife stopped him. She was looking at me and nodded to her husband. I heard (Y/N) screaming, but I didn’t make out what she was saying, as I started screaming myself and felt myself getting tossed in the air. Then, everything went black once again.

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Chapter 4: Surprise

The fire…I could smell the burning wood and the smothering flames as I ran. The men were still behind me. I heard their hungry voices yell and shout at me, like I was a deer in winter and they were trying to hunt me for precious nourishment. I tripped on a rock covered with green ivy and they seized me. Their hands…ripping my dress. My only dress. Their dirty fingers feeling my exposed flesh. Groping me…touching me…laughing at my sobbing.

“Alanna!” Said a voice in the distance. Who’s voice was that? I had never heard it, yet it sounded so familiar…

“Hey, shh. Shh you’re okay. It’s okay. It was just a nightmare.” Tamlin soothes me, his hand tracing comforting shapes on my back. I shook in his arms, feeling my tears wet and stain his night shirt.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you ever again. Breathe for me.” My crying eventually ceased as I trembled in his warm embrace.

“M’sorry…” I mumbled. He leaned back to look at me and pushed my hair out of my eyes softly.

“Don’t ever apologize, Alanna. Ever. You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart.” Sweetheart, he called me. The way the syllables fell from his lips made my heart skip a beat and my eyes widen—why did he have this affect on me? I’d certainly had crushes, but I’d never felt the butterflies in the pit of my stomach like this before.

After he held me for minutes more, I eventually pulled back. My stomach growled. He chuckled.

“Let’s get you some breakfast.”

Once again, he picked me up. His large hands fit perfectly in the crook of my knee, his muscular arm wrapped around my frail waist softly but securely. As we approached the dining hall, he looked down at me and smiled. Not like how you do when you pass by a stranger, or when you see something funny, but, I’d imagine how you’d smile when you look at something you adored.

As the staff opened the big gilded doors to the dining room, a stranger was seated on the side of the table. He had long, fiery red hair, tanned skin, an almost rugged look, and as we approached closer, a golden faux eye. I thought about all the possibilities of how he lost his real eye before I realized I was being rude not saying anything.

The redhead peered over at me on Tamlin’s comfortable lap and cleared his throat.

“Is this your little lost deer, Tamlin?” He asked with a crooked brow. Tamlin stiffened.

“Lucien, this is Alanna. She was hurt in the woods East of here.”

I forced a smile at the faery and he chuckled.

“Shy one, hmm? You sure are lucky that the High Lord of the Spring Court found you and not some wretched bloodthirsty creature. The Bogge, for example, would have torn you—“

“Lucien! Enough. Do not scare the poor girl anymore. She’s been through enough.” He said in a growl. I found my voice in the midst of the two powerful faeries alas.

“What? High Lord? You’re a High Lord?” I must have looked dumbfounded with my eyes popping out of my head and my heart thumping against my chest. Tamlin let out a throaty laugh.

“Indeed I am.” I had heard about High Lords of the faery courts back in my village…that they were fierce creatures of no mercy. If that was true, why was this one being so kind to me? Or maybe this was a plot to gain my trust, then turn on me and—

Tamlin gripped my chin as he felt me tighten on his arm.

“Alanna, you becoming aware of this does not change anything. In fact, you should feel even more safe now that you have this knowledge. Others fear me, and would not dare meddle with you.” He cooed, shoving a raspberry in my mouth. I chewed it slowly and felt the sweet juice explode in my mouth. I wanted to tell him so many things. As a High Lord, surely he had more important responsibilities than to take care of some human helpless girl. Nevertheless, he kept feeding me, and I kept eating.

Tamlin and Lucien chatted more about hunting, the wall, other courts, and more information that my ears drunk up.

He lifted me steadily like I started to become accustomed to.

“So, what do you like to do?” He asked.

“I…I never really had time to do anything I liked. But I suppose I love to read. My father taught me when I was just a girl, and when I had rare moments of spare time I read dusty old books.” He smiled softly, his eyes lighting up.

“Then let me show you something.”

What he brought me to next I was unprepared for, to say the least. A tall white door revealed the biggest library I’d ever seen in my life. Tall built in book cases filled with rare books, nonfiction, novels, fiction. My eyes could hardly take in the scenery as Tamlin observed me.

“Do you like it? You can come here whenever you want.” He stated. I nodded eagerly, and before I was able to stop myself in his arms still, I hugged him. Not just a casual hug, but one full of gratefulness and passion. My eyes watered as I spoke.

“T-thank you…no one has—no one has ever…” I couldn’t find the words to describe how thankful I was. He simply hugged me back with matched levels of passion as he expressed words of welcome.

I’d loved this place when I first arrived, but now I couldn’t stand the thought of ever leaving.

#tamlin x oc #tamlin smut #tamlin fluff #tamlin fanfiction #acotar tamlin #acotar fanfiction

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Hunt (dark!Slayer!Bucky x vampire!Reader)

a.k.a. Bucky the Vampire Slayer

a.a.k.a. Bucky the Vampire Layer

full credit for this idea goes to @deceitfuldevout who shared her genius with us for the concept of witch/witch-hunter, which morphed over time into vampire/vampire-hunter, which I eventually adapted into a weird amalgam of a Buffy AU and a Supernatural AU

@giorno-plays-piano asked to be tagged if I ever did it!

Warnings: smut, blood play (just a lil tho, but lots of talking about blood bc she’s...literally a vampire), degradation kink, sex that turns dub con/non con, kidnapping

(we are sadly deprived of any gifs of Bucky in the new jacket but please know the pic below is the Bucky we’re working with here)

Bucky clenched his jaw in frustration as his head fell back against the headrest. His grip on the steering wheel tightened with a squeaking noise as his skin skidded along the leather.

He was irritated because he knew what was waiting for him at the end of this road. The headlights only illuminated a little of what was ahead, but the predictive power of past experience told him everything he needed to know.

You were going to be waiting for him, and he never looked forward to that.

Memories resurfaced of the last time he had seen you. He’d found you in the forest and though he couldn’t prove it, he was pretty sure he’d interrupted you feeding on a deer. It was disgusting. Yet, you moved with this grace he couldn’t ignore and spoke with a smile that he couldn’t forget. You greeted him with a familiarity that he wished wasn’t merited. He was a Slayer, you were a vampire; there shouldn’t ever be a second meeting. He should’ve killed you the first time, however many months ago it was. He couldn’t even remember why he didn’t, but you slipped away that night and he swore to track you down.

He did, but he didn’t kill you that time either, because you’d proven useful. You’d sold out a vampire who pissed you off and Bucky got to put another kill under his belt. That was definitely the only reason he’d left you alive.

Then the forest. You were more feral that time, and he saw more of your monstrous side than he had before. So why was that the time he thought about when he tossed and turned at night, when he was too pent up from years of solitude, when he forced his eyes shut and slipped his hand into his boxers under the sheets--

Destination is on the right, the GPS alerted with a robotic voice. Thank god.

Bucky pulled the car into the driveway of the dilapidated mansion, shifting into park and turning off the engine; the metal blasting from the radio halted unceremoniously.

He didn’t hear the commotion inside the house until he was quite a ways from the car and halfway to the door. Of course he considered that it was a bad idea to just walk in the front door of a suspected vampire coven as a Slayer, but he wasn’t here on a hunt. At least, not the normal kind.

Before he was even on the porch, the door opened with an outpouring of pink light. He shielded his face with his arm as his eyes adjusted, but put it down when he saw it was your silhouette in the doorway.

“Slayer,” you hissed with a smile that blended pleasure and disgust. He knew the feeling.

“You could call me Bucky,” he offered.

“It doesn’t suit you,” you explained, leaning against the splintered wood of the frame. “I wasn’t sure you were going to come.”

“Neither was I,” he admitted with a shrug, “but how could I resist a chance to jump into the lion’s den?”

“You’re here to take on a coven? By yourself?” you laughed.

“I’m not looking for a fight,” he denied. “I’m looking for information.”

You raised a brow as if to say go ahead.

“A girl in the city,” he continued. “Mysterious death. Coroner is stumped, thinks it could be anything from an animal attack to a blood disorder to a ritualistic murder. Has your name all over it.”

“‘Girl’?” you repeated, as if you’d never heard the word before. “Girl, no, I don’t remember any girl.”

“White, blonde, 5’2”, 26 years old,” he listed.

“Oh!” you stopped him. “26! You mean a woman. Yes, I remember feeding on a woman.”

“So you’re confessing?”

“To what crime? She was going to die in less than a year, easily,” you shrugged. “She did have a blood disorder. Leukemia. She didn’t know it yet.”

“And do I want to know how you knew it?” he shuddered.

“It’s a unique taste,” you grinned. He felt a little unwell hearing you say that.

“I’m not sure if you’re familiar with human law,” he frowned, “but it’s still murder even if they were going to die soon. It’s murder if they were actively dying.”

“I was human once,” you deflected.

“In 1447,” he growled. You would’ve blushed if you could; you were flattered that he remembered.

“Yeah, murder investigation at that time was… very surface-level,” you admitted. “Is your plan to arrest me, then?”

“I’m a Slayer. Not a cop.”

“What you are is a wet blanket,” you grimaced. “We’re busy in here, you know. Big party.”

“I was hoping so,” he smirked. “That’s what you promised.”

“Then why don’t you come in?” you asked coyly. You hadn’t really expected him to do it.

Everyone inside jumped and scurried away the second he set foot in the door. “It’s cool,” you told them, “he’s with me.”

That didn’t seem to comfort them that much, because what business would you have with a Slayer?

They must have figured it out when you slipped away to a secluded room and dragged him along with you. He didn’t seem to figure it out until you were pushing him back against the wall, running your hands over his body through his clothes.

“What I would give to feed on you,” you whispered, running your lips over his neck. You took in a deep breath and felt a little light-headed at the overwhelming smell of his blood. He, unfortunately, reeked of Slayer, and you pushed back your instinct of fear to appreciate the man underneath. AB positive-- your favorite. “Wanted you ever since I first saw you,” you admitted. “You looked so fucking delicious.”

You pulled back to look up at him and you didn’t need vampiric hearing to know that his heart was racing: just the way his eyes darted across your face and down to your lips was proof enough.

“Why did you come here today, Bucky?” you asked quietly.

“I’m on a hunt,” he answered in a low growl.

“For me?”

“For you.”

“You have me alone,” you noticed. “You could get out your wooden stake and end this for good.”

He nodded, but didn’t move. Instead you felt his hands trail along your sides; he jumped when he brushed the skin of your arm. “You’re so cold,” he realized.

Meanwhile you thought you could burn up from the heat of him, radiating out of his body and through the thick layers of clothing. He was so alive, so awake, so present.

You pushed off his leather jacket and he didn’t even think to stop you, letting it fall to the floor. You never cared for it. He looked as good as sin in it, yes, but it smelled of death and dead things, the skin of something you wouldn’t have eaten when it was alive 40 years ago, and you wanted only to experience the life of this particular being.

And what is life but wanting? Fuck, you wanted him so goddamn bad.

He wrapped a hand around your neck and pulled you into him, kissing you with instant need and dizzying aggression.

Even now you weren’t sure if he would let you live to see the end of the night. But you couldn’t see the sunrise anyway, so what difference would it make?

He made embarrassingly quick work of your dress, tearing it straight down the front. Downside of wearing something you’d had for nearly 100 years is that it’s flimsy.

His hands were back on you the second your skin was exposed. His touch was so hot that it almost hurt; his hands were so rough and strong that your heart almost clenched.

You clawed at his shirt and gasped with delight when you accidentally nicked him with a sharp fingernail and broke the skin. The flavor hit the air hard and fast; you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward so you could lean down and lick the thin red stripe you’d left on his chest. Just a taste, but the best taste you’d had in… you couldn’t remember anything tasting this good.

“I won’t kill you if you don’t kill me,” he offered breathlessly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you agreed quickly as you began to work open his belt because the last thing on your mind right now was survival.

You groaned when you felt his cock in your hand. There was a lot of blood in that thing and you could feel it pulsing in your palm. You knew better than to put it in your mouth; you didn’t have the restraint for that.

You were thankful you hadn’t drank any more of his blood because clearly he had a better use for it. It was so big you wondered how he hadn’t passed out from it getting so hard because seriously, this man’s cock was a monster; takes one to know one, eh?

“Fuck me,” you demanded, “I want you to fuck me, oh my god.”

He nodded as a low groan echoed out of his chest. His grip moved to your hips as he pulled you up and put you on the table, pushing you down and bending over you with another bruising kiss that trailed down your body.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” you whined, “I need your cock.”

“Wait,” he instructed, kneeling before you and licking through your exposed folds. You gasped, unprepared for how strange it would feel; your hand grabbed his hair and pulled harder than you meant to, but thankfully, he didn’t slow down.

Little moans and grunts were lost against your skin as he tasted you eagerly. You were so overwhelmed with the sensation that he had to hold your hips down to keep you from squirming away. You’d been feasting on humans for 600 years, and now it seemed like he was attempting to even the score. Even you never ate with this enthusiasm. But you’d never thought about a meal so much before consuming it as he had thought about you before this moment.

You were already embarrassingly close to orgasm, and it was apparent from the way you moaned and writhed and begged.

“I’m so fucking close, just like that, please don’t stop, yes, yes, oh fuck, yes,” you yelped.

It all came to a screeching halt as he stood up and grabbed your face with his hand. You looked at him with wide eyes, confused but still appreciating how good he looked with wet lips and dark eyes and his hair all fucked up.

“You aren’t gonna come,” he explained between raspy breaths, “until I’m inside you.”

You nodded in agreement, again arching your back as if you could will him to fuck you.

He slid his cock through your folds, coating himself in your arousal which was embarrassingly plentiful.

Finally, he pressed his cock into you all at once and you gasped, head falling back against the wooden table. He groaned as he gripped your hips, steadying you so he could piston into you with brutal force.

And to think you thought he was going to stab you through the chest with a wooden stake. To be fair, he still could.

He scooped you into his arms, pulling you up until your face was right against his. “You’re warm here,” he informed you with bared teeth, “did you know that? So hot and tight around my fuckin’ cock.”

You could only moan, your eyes darting to his parted lips, and then his neck. You were thoroughly tempted, but didn’t want to do anything that might stop him from fucking you so perfectly like this. His hand came up to wrap around your throat-- the metal one, specifically. You were pretty sure he’d lost the arm to a monster fight of some kind but that didn’t matter now. All you knew was that this one was strong enough to crush you and it was making your head dizzy and your pussy wet.

Your moans were lost to his grip as he choked you, and you could hear the ragged sounds of his breathing as he fucked you deeper and harder. “You like getting fucked by a Slayer, huh? You’re such a whore. My whore.”

You gasped when he released your throat and you could breathe again. “Yes,” you agreed with a sob, “yours, baby.”

He chuckled a little at that, slipping a hand between your bodies to rub your clit with his thumb; you yelped and grabbed his shoulders tightly.

“You’re gonna come already aren’t you?” he mocked. “Dumb fucking slut.”

You hissed at his harsh words but you were too lost in pleasure to complain. Your eyes shot open when you felt two of his fingers slam into your open mouth and hit the back of your throat. “Choke on my fingers while you come, bitch,” he growled. “And I swear if you fucking bite me, you’ll regret it.”

It was like asking you to take a sip of sweet wine but not swallow it. His skin tasted fucking delicious on your tongue, which you swirled around the digits eagerly. He laughed: “such a fucking slut, sucking on my fingers like that. You want it so bad.”

You nodded breathlessly, whimpering as you took his fingertips down your throat. He groaned and slammed into you harder, which only served to bring you that much closer to the edge.

“Come on my cock, right now,” he demanded, and you liked to believe it was just lucky timing and not his command that struck you at that moment. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you felt yourself flexing and clenching around his length, another gush of arousal easing his way as he relentlessly pounded you.

“Good girl,” he praised, pulling his fingers from your throat to hear you pant with exhaustion. He stopped to lift your legs onto his shoulders, pushing you back but leaning over you. When he slammed into you again that time, you nearly screamed-- he was hitting something so deep in you that it was actually painful.

“Stop, it’s-- it’s too deep,” you moaned.

You tried to move back but he held you down firmly, a dark glimmer in his eye. He thrust in again, even harder, and you cried out as you tried to grab onto the table for dear life. He grabbed your wrists with each hand and pinned them beside you, laughing as you tried to fight him off.

Any normal human you could overpower in an instant. But you were no match for a Slayer. Both of you knew that.

“Let me go,” you begged, “you’re hurting me.”

“I could do a lot worse to you if I wanted. You should be thankful I’ve let you live.”

“I could say the same,” you snarled. He pulled back and rammed his cock into you so hard that you instantly screamed, tears sliding down your temple.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” he ordered. “Just be a good little whore and take my cock.”

He started to move inside you, hard and fast, and you couldn’t help but struggle against him as he hovered above you.

“Apologize,” he demanded, and just as he sensed you were about to tell him to fuck off, he accentuated it by holding his hips to yours a little longer than normal, reminding you that he could hurt you so easily if you didn’t obey.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m sorry, Bucky, please don’t… please don’t hurt me.”

He grinned as he watched you cry. “This is what you fuckin’ get for teasing me. You killed that girl to get my attention. You wanted me to find you and fuck you the way you’ve been missin’ out on for the past few centuries.”

You shook your head to deny it but he suddenly let your arms go to slap you across the face. You tried to use your free arm but in an instant he had your wrists pinned to your chest, putting all his weight on you until you could barely breathe.

“Just admit it, baby,” he said in an oddly sensitive way, like he was taking pity on you. “Just admit you need me.”

“Please,” you sobbed, near-silent from the lack of air, “please…”

“Aw, look at you,” he cooed, “begging for more.”

He trapped your wrists under his left hand and used his right to roughly grab your jaw until your mouth was forced open.

“Show me your teeth, gorgeous,” he purred. You hissed as your fangs glistened in the candlelight. “Mmm, you wanna bite me, don’t you?”

You tried to nod but couldn’t move your face much.

“The feeling’s mutual,” he grinned. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Gonna fill that tight little cunt.”

Your fight was renewed as you tried to kick and squirm away but it was useless. You grunted as his thrusts became erratic but even more painful, somehow.

“Beg for it,” he growled through his teeth. “Beg for my fuckin’ come.”

You tried to fight but only got another slap to the face, the sting making your eyes water instantly.

“Beg, whore,” he repeated, yelling. “I won’t come until I fucking hear it.”

“Please!” you yelped, and in a sense it was genuine, because once he came this would all be over, and maybe-- just maybe-- he would let his guard down long enough for you to feed on this evil son of a bitch. “Please come, Bucky, come in me, I need it!”

“Yeah, I know you do,” he laughed confidently, holding you down by your throat as he pumped into you one last time with a shattered moan. “Fuck!” he sighed, savoring the feeling of your unwilling body forced to accept his seed. The truth was, you were tighter when you struggled.

He only let you breathe once he was done, and you choked and spluttered for air as he pulled out. The second you thought you had your bearings together, you were sitting up to lunge at him. You felt something press against your chest and even before you looked down you knew it was over.

A wooden stake. He’d had it the whole time. You looked back at him and he was smiling, the bastard, even as he was still catching his breath from fucking you. The sight made you shudder.

“I was gonna fuck you, and then kill you,” he admitted, “but now I think I’ll keep you.”

You hissed with a grimace, flashing your fangs, but knew you had no recourse, no options, no way out.

“You look so cute when you’re scared,” he smiled. “Can’t wait to take you back to mine, trap you in a little salt pentagram, and fuck you senseless whenever I want.”

You whined, closing your eyes as you realized how well and truly fucked you were.

“It won’t always hurt so bad. You’ll get used to me. And I’ll feed you enough to keep you alive.”

Sounded like a cruel existence, but you weren’t ready to get the business end of your stake, so you swallowed dryly and nodded in acceptance of your fate.

He laughed and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek before guiding you to stand on weak knees. “C’mon baby, let’s get you home.”

#dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky smut #dark!bucky x y/n #bucky barnes non con #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x y/n #dark!sebastian stan

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pastthevaulteddoors · 3 years

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Jiang Cheng wasn’t running. No, he wasn’t breaking any Gusu rules. He was, however, sprinting like a mad dog around the bamboo houses of the Lan’s private dwellings. After turning around many bends to lose his quarry, he realized he himself was lost. Great.

And, on top of that, Jiang Cheng could still hear the looming, playful trot of his annoying broth- of THAT annoying person not far off, singing out his name and not caring a wit for the quiet of the mountain’s serenity. So, JC decided to hide rather than run. He had to do something to get that brat off his tail.

So he hopped a reed fence and couched beside someone’s back deck in hopes of missing his bro- that person’s attention.

It didn’t work. Jiang Cheng could hear Wei Wuxian’s happy humming as he headed his way. The hunt was a game to him, even giving JC warning before he pounced!

JC was not a coward, he was not hiding in fear of another man. He just... couldn’t really smack this one around and he was REALLY really annoying.

“Shit,” he cussed under his breath, just before a door slid open. Great, now the resident was going to have a reason to gossip about seeing a sect leader cower in the bushes (because, of course those told not to gossip were the biggest gossips of all!)

Before he could bolt, however, a figure stood in the doorway. They appeared almost ghostly in white Lan robes, shadowed heavily by the darkness of the room inside. But they weren’t a ghost, as a hand waved them inside. JC only hesitated a moment before hearing Wei Wuxian come near the reed fence before he dashed inside like purple lightning.

The reprieve of relief was momentary when the figure’s hand shot out and touched the side of his neck. JC was surprised a civilian could get past his honed training, when the hand retracted holding up a slip of paper. It looked like a miniature talisman and he could clearly make out the ‘tracker’ symbols in various, tiny writings. Wei Wuxian was TRACKING HIM! No wonder Jiang Cheng couldn’t get the slip.

A moment later, however, the small talisman burned away with a quick flicker of fire. Jiang Cheng looked past the hand holding the tracker and it took his eyes a moment to realize he was looking at Sect Leader Lan himself.

Before anything was said, however, the Lan Leader put a finger to his lips in a silent ‘shhh’ and hovered in front of the crack of the open door to block the view of the inside.

“Oh, Sect Leader Lan!” Wei Wuxian said, a halted tone as if he were just caught.. which he was just caught in the sect leader’s back garden. “Sorry, I was looking for, uh, well, have you seen Jiang Cheng? He was just around here and...”

“I did hear something stumble through the back,” Lan Xichen said smoothly, his smile barely seen in the dark room, contracting with the mild, overcast sunlight outside. “But it kept going. I thought perhaps it were a few rabbits come to say hello.”

“More like a feral cat,” Wei Wuxian teased. There was a long pause with a few hemmings and hawwings from Wei Wuxian. “Ah, okay. I swear he was around here but.. thank you!” And off he went.

Lan Xichen’s eyes followed him as he went before the door slid shut, sealing them into semi darkness once more. The man looked... bad, Jiang Cheng thought. His face was gaunt, making his otherwise pretty cheek bones look like blades. His eyes were dull, the smile not reaching them, and dark circles lay underneath. His smile was still a lovely as ever, but it was softer now, less humored, more forced.

His hair was down and limp, a little greasy, and he only wore a loose, open robe over his underrobes, clearly not expecting company, or perhaps he just woke up.

“Thanks,” Jiang Cheng grumbled.

“Don’t mention it,” Lan Xichen returned, his smile a little more pleasant. “I know how he loves you, but can be a handful.”

“I thought you were out of seclusion,” Jiang Cheng returned, raising a brow as he stepped away from the door. Lan Xichen followed and swept his arm to the table where a tea set was. Jiang Cheng highly doubted that the water was fresh and shook his head.

“I am,” Lan Xichen said, surprised. He took a seat and also appeared to wonder about the water as he peaked inside.

The room itself was not the bright, airy place he’d visited before. A handful of times he broke with shame and went to elders for advice they spoke in here. And since all of his leaders at Lotus Pier were dead, he sought out the next in line of his teachers. Rather than the sweet smell of fresh air, it was humid with dust and old incense, the blue light was yellowed, and the shadows lingered as if old memories that would never leave.

“You know it’s past noon time, right?”

“Is it really?” Lan Xichen gave up on the tea and swept his wrinkled robe sleeve across the table to wipe away an embarrassing layer of dust. “I was painting and lost track of time. I’m sorry I did not greet you at the gates as I should have this morning.”

“No bother,” Jiang Cheng said. “I’ve been here for three days.”

Another look of surprise crossed the sunken sect leader’s face. He appeared to Jiang Cheng like a deer; soft and fragile despite the strength under it all.

“I... I am sorry,” He stammered. “It.. I...”

“It’s fine. Wei Wuxian’s been my guide,” Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “Pest won’t leave me alone.” He picked up one of the monotone painting still laid out to dry. It was obvious to him who it was, regardless of the unclean strokes and abstract feel. “I’m only here to check up on Jin Ling and his classes.”

“Oh- no, please Sect Leader Jiang, don’t--”

Jiang Cheng pulled the sheet of paper out of Lan Xichen’s panicked reach. “If you think I can’t tell who this is, you may forget that we co-parented that boy together.”

“I’m sorry, no one was...” Lan Xichen deflated. “It wasn’t for anyone else to see. I just... don’t want to forget his face.” He peaked up at Jiang Cheng from his messy, limp hair. He smelled a little ripe. “I’m sorry. I’m horrible for trying to... keep him.”

“Yeah, and he was the uncle Jin Ling liked more,” Jiang Cheng set the painting back down, which was quickly swept up by the other sect leader. “Kind of sucks that a man like that can be so human.”

“He was human,” Xichen protested, his eyes finally lighting up with passion. “He was just...”

“Human, yeah.”

“Strange...”

“Learning a few things about the complexities of the human heart. And sharing it.” He put a hand on his chest.

...

Somewhere in the woods of Gusu, Wei Wuxian crept up behind his lover and pounced him from behind. “They’re talking,” he said gleefully and kissed his cheek.

“Mm,” Lan Wangji said as he turned to get a better grip of his husband and place him properly into his lap. It ended up with a half lounge of the sprawling demon cultivator.

“They’ll be friends in no time, trust me!” he said, grinning with ease. “All I need to do is pester him every time he comes.”

#xicheng #the untamed #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #Playing around with a fic idea #and since I'm bad at finishing things #here #don't know if I like it but whatever #wangxian #bit out of character too

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what-the--curtains · 3 years

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Alliance

Chapter 1 – The Bounty

Summary: The child has fallen into the arms of the infamous Black Sun crime organization. In order to get him back they offer the Mandalorian a trade, one life for another.

Authors notes/warning: Heres the first part hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if you want to be tagged! Also there one weirdly large space inbetween two paragraphs I blame the app. TW: blood, swearing, humans being sold

Tagged list: @crazycookiecrumbles

Word count: 4.0K

Galactic Core, Coruscant

Mandos POV

The Mandalorian walks quickly along the pavement of the galaxy’s capital planet moving between the diverse cast of races skirting in and out the doors of the skyscrapers lining the streets. He’s in a hurry, he’s not here for business or pleasure. He is here for the only thing that matters, the child. He had been taken by the Black Sun crime syndicate. If he wasn’t so concerned for the child’s well-being, he’d be embarrassed at having lost him to a band of mercenaries and gangsters. He enters into the underground bunker pushing open the doors, knocking out a guard in the process.

“Where is he?” the modulated voice reverberates through the empty hall.

“Petulance will get you nowhere Mando.” A sharp voice fills the air as a woman appears from a nearby hallway, she’s tall, slender, green, almost reptilian in appearance . Her dark black hair was fashioned into a high ponytail. It was Savan, the niece of the recently deceased Prince Xizor and the leader of the Black Sun crime organization.

“Where is he” the Mandalorian asks again, this time hovering his hand over his blaster.

“Let’s try this again,” the voice says “keeping in mind you hold no cards here.”

“What do you want Savan?” He asks.

“ A simple favour really and knowing your reputation I believe an agreement between the two of us can be reached.” She walks down towards him, black nails gently dragging along his armour as she circles behind him. “In layman’s terms, you do something for me and I will do something for you.” Her hand stops on his chest plate.

“Armours not for sale” He states flatly. She tuts.

“I would never ask a Mandalorian to break his creed. No I speak of your ability as a bounty hunter. I know you do not work for free, but I believe you will make an exception for such precious cargo” she says summoning the egg, revealing the child “I assume we have a deal.”

“Let me speak with him then yes.”

“Any move out of line, even one step, the child dies. You understand?” He nods and heads over to the bassinette.

“Hey kid, I’ll be back for you soon, don’t give them too much trouble” he says, lovingly stroking the kids head ”What do you need?” he asks standing up.

“Money, unfortunately credits are far and few between since Xizor's death. I have heard whispers of an asset that I believe will sell for a high price on the black market, putting the Black Sun back on top. A witch of Vryssa. I am assuming you can link her location from the name. The planet is located in the outer rim territories, Dalicron sector, the coordinates are K-19. If you are not back within five days I will assume you have failed.”

“I won’t” he deadpans.

“Many have said the same thing yet here we are. Whoever this so called witch is, she is dangerous”

“Must be a valuable asset, to expend so many men.”

“You have no idea,” Savan says. “Now go, five days Mandalorian, or the child’s future will fall into my hands.”

He exits the Black Suns headquarters. If this witch was as dangerous as Savan was to have him believe then he’d be grateful for another set of hands.

Landing on Navarro, he makes his way over to the bar, hoping to find who he’s looking for. He enters into a crowd cheering on what appears to be a drinking contest, placing a gold bar on the counter and pushing it towards the two contestants, “Moneys on the soldier.” Slamming down an empty glass, Cara Dune wipes her mouth and exclaims “Mando! What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”

“Looking for some help on a job.” He retorts.

“Well you came to the right place. How can I be of assistance.” He explains the situation and the two make their way to the Razor Crest. “You know the bounty hunter Fett, heard he went to Vryssa, took out a whole city to get someone. Heard him talk about buldobeasts, some kind of invisible creature that could rip you limb from limb” she says with a wicked smile.

“This your way of asking me how much the job pays?”

“Maybe” she says sitting down in the seat next to him.

“Nothing, not for me, got some credits with your name on them though, if we're successful.”

“Please Mando, when have we ever failed?” She laughs “You think it’s really a witch” she ponders.

“I don’t even know what a witch is.” he says, landing the ship.

Outer rim, Vryssa

“Well must be nice” Cara says, exiting the ship and looking around.

“What?” He asks, dropping down from the ship's belly.

“Not having the worst ship in the lot.” She laughs, the visor turns to her offering an undeniable look of annoyance. She’s right, but he’d never admit it. The ship stands out amongst the low brow technology of the planet. An outcrop, barely touched by the hand of the empire or the republic, nothing more than a refueling station. A good place to hide he thinks. They enter a run-down inn, Cara taps on the front desk getting the keeper's attention “We're looking for a girl.”

“Not that kind of establishment. Try down the road.” The Mandalorian grabs the guy by the collar, usually he’d be more diplomatic, but this was a time sensitive job.

“He doesn’t like to ask twice,” Cara says, “a woman, a so-called witch, ring any bells.”

“Ay she’s a myth nothing more than a rumour to scare children away from the woods. There’s no magic here.” Dropping the guy on his feet and brushing him off the Mandalorian exits the bar with Cara behind him in search of the woods.

“It’s a whole forested planet, you should have asked the guy which woods he meant.” Cara exclaims in frustration. Before the Mandalorian can respond a small figure belonging to a Gree woman appears.

“I know of whom you seek. My name’s Miwa and I'll tell ya where to find your witch, for a price.”

“The price is your life” He says, hand reaching to his blaster.

“Fair enough,” she says, slightly disappointed, but seemingly unsurprised, “Old woman landed, maybe 25 years ago, didn’t say a word. She had a baby, wandered off into the forest, never seen again. Some people claim to hear her in the woods messing with their heads, least they get too close. Others say she turned into a buldobeast preying on any who enter the woods without her permission. I’ve heard claims that she sacrificed the child in order to gain eternal youth, think that’s why we keep seeing you lot show up. They think her blood can elongate life.”

“Where’s the last place she was seen?” Mando asks, not interested in fables and myths. The Gree gesture for them to follow her, she leads them to a small pathway. “This is where they go in, she must be worth a fortune, for the trouble she’s worth.” Miwa says as Cara and Mando enter the woods. With each step the path seems to shrink and the trees seemingly get taller, the two moons offering little in ways of light.

“You believe in folk tales Mando?” Cara ask, he gives her a look of disbelief

“Hey don’t judge I didn’t until we got in here” she says. He pauses, pulling out his scope, in the distance he sees a small stone cabin, seemingly empty. The perimeters littered with armour, and what he can only assume are the remains of the bounty hunters it once belonged to. He offers it to Cara and she looks through it. “Shit” she mutters

“Hopefully, she won’t be expecting two of us” he replies.

Your POV

You stride through the forest weaving between the large conifers. They stretch high, blocking out the light emitted from the twin moons, they’re old, as old as the planet itself. You’re in pursuit of your next meal, a juvenile Acalay that you’ve been tracking for miles. The large crustaceans were introduced to the forests when an incompetent smuggler forgot to lock their gate while refueling in a time before the empire. They have roamed the forests ever since, but they have become far and few between in recent years, due in part to their popularity in gladiatorial battles. For an untrained hunter their size would be intimidating, but your grandmother had taught you the way long ago, so for you its size indicated months worth of food. Silence was key, one wrong move, one misstep, one branch cracking, and one of its six claws would snap you in half like the twig that gave you away. You had taken out larger ones at a younger age. Yes, your grandmother had taught you how to hunt, how to track, how to feel the earth around you

She had also taught you about your mother, who died saving you and your father executed for not revealing your whereabouts. As a child she would tell you that you were one of the galaxy's best kept secrets. Quickly, you realized you were not like the other children and as you continued to grow the puzzle of your past was slowly pieced together. She would tell you stories of the old war, and how it came to be. How your mother fought against a cult in order to maintain a balance in the universe. With each new revelation you became increasingly aware that your existence was to be kept hidden. On your eightieth birthday your grandmother explained how your mother was a jedi and that you shared her gift, an ability to use the force. That’s why you were here on this planet, for safekeeping. She told you she had been training you in the ways of the jedi, as she had trained your mother, and that she would continue to do so until her time came. So you lived alone, here amongst the trees. Well, not completely alone, a small vulptice kept you company. It was adapted to a forest environment with a body of roots, a belly covered in deep green moss and grass growing over top. Every spring it would bloom flowers of brilliant colours. You had named it Anya and it had been your companion, and closest friend over the years. The mysticism of your grandmother's arrival had sparked rumors, ones that stretched far and wide. The locals had labelled her a witch, and you had become a legend of sorts. These rumors brought outsiders, with their flashy weapons and armour hard as steel. Since your grandmother's passing it had only gotten worse. Fortunately, you were an able fighter, primed to win even when up against advanced weaponry. Those who had doubted your abilities now littered the path to your house. A warning to those who would come sooner or later. You remember her words as you spot your target, “Breath child, put your focus on the tip of the arrow, listen to the breeze and it will guide you.” you lift the arrow stretching the sinew chord back until your thumb brushes against your nose. You're about to loose the arrow when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Someone’s here. You rush back leaping through the branches, silently moving towards your home. You stop above the stone cottage, staring down you see a tall figure approaching. It moves towards the door, avoiding the helmets and bones of those who came before. Silently you float to the ground, taking aim you make your presence known “drop the blaster”. Your voice cuts through the silence and the figure turns around. A Mandalorian. Your grandmother had told you of the Mandalorian race, this would not be an easy task. Mandos POV Placing the blaster on the floor, he slowly turns around, where had she come from? He hadn’t heard anyone approaching, normally he was more in tune with his surroundings. He must be distracted. Slowly he turns around, prepared to face whatever awaits him, but as his gaze sets on you he’s taken aback. You weren't an old lady or a wicked creature, but a young woman. The light of the two moons revealed the features of your face unobscured by the brown cloak that was loosely wrapped around you. The light’s enough to make out a glimmer of purple in the eyes, a strand of white hair and faint purple markings etched along your cheek and brow bones. “Why are you here” you ask, voice level, emotionless. “Don’t even think about it.” you interject before he can answer your first question, or make a grab for a concealed weapon. “I see 15 points of entry for this arrow 4 of which will hit vital organs. The closest hospital worth any salt is a planet away. I don’t know what brought you here but you should leave. Now.” “I cant” he responds

“Then I’m sorry” you respond. Before you have time to loose the arrow, Cara appears from behind you knocking you in the back of the head with her blaster. You hit the floor, as you do Cara pulls back your hood revealing the rest of your face making sure you’re knocked out.

“Maybe she did sacrifice a kid for eternal life” Cara remarks, cuffing your hands and feet taking note of the ruin symbols tattooed on your wrists.

“ Probably the kid the old woman had with her when she landed.” He says lifting your body and throwing it over his shoulder with ease.

“Can probably get some credits for this, as well” she says, picking up the small fox-like creature that's appeared from behind a nearby bush. Placing it into a cage before heading back to the Razor Crest.

“She floated down from that tree, that’s how she snuck up on you. I’m not crazy Mando, it’s not the woods I know what I saw.” Cara says as he dials up the ship.

“Didn’t say anything.” he says as he jumps the ship into hyperspace.

“The look was enough. What do you think will happen to her if her blood isn’t actually life elongating?” she asks.

“Not our problem.” He says

Your POV

You open your eyes blinking slowly so as to adjust to the fluorescent lighting coming from what you can only assume is the ship belonging to the bounty hunters who had nabbed you. Your first thought goes to Anya, and when you see her asleep in a nearby cage you breathe a sigh of relief. You shake your head, unable to believe after years of dodging bounty hunters one had caught you. It was your own fault, should have expected two.

“Bastards” you mutter, using the force you slip your cuffs you reach over and hack open the restraints of your feet. You reach into the cage and pet Anya, best she stays asleep for now, until you could figure a way out of this mess. You open up the armoury, seeing that your weapons had also been taken in the ambush “Assholes” you say. You’re about to reach in when you feel a presence behind you. Turing around you clang into the Mandalorians heavily armoured chest.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be.” the modulated voice coming from the helmet says, as he somehow manages to re-bind your hands and close the armoury all at once. You offer him a swift kick to the shin, but end up hurting yourself instead.

“Fucking beskar” you murmur. “At least tell me who you're taking me to, it’d be nice to know who's putting this much effort into meeting me.” No response. He decides to bring you up to the cockpit to keep an eye on you.

”You must be the muscle that hit me on the head” you say to the statuesque woman sitting in the front seat shining a weapon.

“Sorry about that, just part of the job, Cara Dune.” She says offering you her hand and a smile. You lift up your arms motioning to the cuffs constraining you. Slowly she retracts her hands offering you a nod instead.

“How long do we have?” He asks.

“Just over two days, we'll have the kid back soon enough.” Cara says.

“Look please you don’t have to do this, I haven’t committed any crimes.” you say causing Cara to laugh

“What about the bodies in your yard.” She says.

“They were offered a choice to leave. Anything I did, I did to defend myself” You respond defensively.

Cara smiles, “Well I’m going to rest. Good luck with this.” She says gesturing to you before exiting the cockpit. You shuffle into her seat trying to get the guy in the armour to talk to you.

“Hey, ya Hi. What are they paying you? I'll double it. I’m good for it. Promise”

“Not paying me, it’s a trade.” He says

“For your kid, I can help you get him back”

“This isn’t a negotiation, now stop talking or I’ll bring you in cold.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” you say leaning back defeatedly into the chair. “At least tell me what I’m getting myself into who found out?” you ask, nervous that someone had figured out that you were force sensitive. This gets a reaction, the T of the helmet finally turning to face you.

��You don’t know do you?” you say relieved, maybe you’d be fine after all.

“Don’t know what.” Now it was your turn to be silent.

Core Galaxy, Coruscant

You arrive on Coruscant, the noise of the city, and metallic buildings have you completely out of your element, there’s no using the force here, not in such public domain. Under the circumstances you weren’t even sure if you could. You’re led into a building by the Mandalorian, with Cara walking behind holding Anya in her cage. They stop in front of an oblong table and a tall, elegant woman appears from a nearby hallway, the likes of which you’ve never seen. She smiles as she approaches you with a knife. “and with a few hours to spare, excellent job.” She says.

“ The child” he says, you can feel the stress coming off of him, you’re sure she can as well.

“All things come...” she pauses “to those who wait” she finishes, as she cuts into your arm with the knife catching the light purple liquid in a small vial before handing it over to a Klatooinian, dressed all in black.

“Who are you?” you ask

“I hear your blood extends life is that true” She says, blatantly ignoring your question.

“You’re a woman of high intelligence, why don’t you tell me yourself.”

She smiles, “I figured as much.” The Klatooinian re-enters with the blood shaking his head no before exiting the room again

“Unfortunate, I had hoped you would be of use to us.” The stress of the Mandalorian has now changed to panic. “Do not worry Mandalorian the child will be returned to you. You have completed your task”

“Am I free to go then?” you ask hopefully, she pauses for a while staring at you.

“No, just because we know the truth does not mean the rest of the galaxy needs to” she approaches you again taking your cheeks in her hand moving your head around “with a confirmation of authenticity from myself you could sell for thousands of credits. Maybe even more considering your appearance, I suggest the two of you stay for the auction once she is sold then I will return the child to you. As a gesture of good faith, I will not separate you from your pet.” She pauses.

“You waiting for a thank you or something?” you ask as the Klatooinian takes your restraints from the Mandalorian and leads you away.

Mandos POV

The next morning he and Cara make their way into a large auction room packed full of buyers and sellers from around the galaxy, looking to deal in illegal goods.

“Good to know the black market is still thriving” Cara mutters. They spot Savan and make their way towards her, stopping just below the stage she's standing on.

“Thank you all for joining us today, the doors are now closed and will remain as such until the auction is completed. As the hosts, we will have the last billed item. Thank you and good luck.” She steps down towards the duo, as the auctioneer begins the bidding. She opens up the egg returning the small green child to the Mandalorian. Upon seeing his adoptive parent the child begins to coo happily. The Mandalorian picks the kid up cradling him in his left arm as they watch the auction play out. After a few hours, the call for the last item arrives and Savan makes her way up onto the stage once again.

“On behalf of the Black Sun we bring to you a rare and beautiful specimen from the outer rim. Her blood is said to elongate life, a fact which we have found to be true. A strong fighter and a great beauty she would do well anywhere from the gladiator rings to the halls of any prestigious bath house. Her blood will sell for thousands a jar. She is a gift from us to you all. Shall we start the bidding at 5 thousand credits.” After a heated bidding war you sell for the count of 200 thousand credits, to a trainer from a gladiatorial sect. He takes the chains from Savan “you’re going to be good for business.” he says smiling at you, much to your disgust. He begins to lead you away when Anya makes her appearance out from behind your cloak. You try to coax her back into hiding, but she's too curious for her own good.

“I have no need for this.” he says, kicking at her, she dodges the foot and bites down on his shin. In retaliation the trainer pulls out his blasters and shoots her dead causing you to drop to your knees. The child who had been watching you intently lets out a cry looking up to the Mandalorian. He passes the child to Cara and begins to make his way towards you. “Get up” he hears the trainer say through gritted teeth. The crack of a whip echoes throughout the hall and he sees you fall to the ground before being forced back up, walking you over to the ship. He makes it to you managing to grab one of your wrists. Using all your remaining strength you turn around and spit in his face, what he saw in your eyes wasn’t fear, but rage. “Hey buddy, keep your hands off the merchandise” the trainer says and with one last tug he pulls you away. The bleeding wounds on your calves are the last thing he sees as you disappear into the hangar. He wipes the spit off his helmet as Cara catches up to him, placing the child back into his arms. “Well that went well”. She says

The child begins to fuss, “What?” He asks it gently. The child’s tiny green hand points over to the carcass of the vulptice on the floor. “No,” he says, wagging his finger, not wanting a dead carcass stinking up his ship. The child keeps fussing and unable to deny him he places him on the floor and the kid runs over to the thing. His eyes close “No, don’t” the Mandalorian starts, but it’s too late the child falls over batting his eyelids sleepily as the fox slowly stands up. It makes its way over to the child

“Get away from him” He shouts protectively, but to his surprise the fox licks the child's face, making it giggle. “Great, now they’ve bonded” He says knowing he’d never be able to get rid of it now.

“Congrats on your ever growing family Mando” Cara responds slapping him on the back.

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carryonmywaywardcaptain · 4 years

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What’s in a Name?

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Pairing: Michael!Dean x reader, Dean x reader

WC: 2,135

Summary: Weeks after Michael disappeared with Dean as his vessel, you decide to take some time away from the bunker. Nothing could have prepared you for the talk you have (or the tearful goodbye) when he pays you an unexpected visit.

Square Filled: Midnight Snack

Warnings: Season 14 spoilers if you haven’t seen it. Some angst. Sort of sappy fluff. Revelation of feelings and implied mutual pining. Minor mentions of injuries. Kind of a corny, abrupt ending. Also this gif by @teamfreewillbettertogether (I mean LOOK AT HIM.)

A/N: This is my first submission for #spndeanbingo challenge round 1 hosted by @spndeanbingo Inspired by this 14x01 gif and the end dialogue of 14x09. (I do not claim to own the dialogue from those episodes, I just paraphrased for this fic.) This was supposed to be a drabble but it got away from me. lol

You had just finished a case up north-- nothing big, just a few werewolves preying on teenagers who were exploring the woods on the outskirts of town at night for “something to do.” You had tracked down the last of the pack just in time to save a young girl from becoming an unfortunate midnight snack. After driving her home and observing a tear-filled reunion with her parents, you returned to the motel you’d been staying at.

You were exhausted, covered head to toe in cuts and bruises from the hunt, and you knew you needed some rest. But sleep didn’t come easily these days and, when it did, you often found yourself dreaming of Dean. It kept you up at night knowing he was out there somewhere locked away under Michael’s control, and dreaming about him only seemed to make you miss him more.

It was late, but you decided to venture to the gas station up the street to grab a midnight snack of your own, hoping the cool evening air and a little food might help ease your mind. After cleaning up a little, you slipped out of your room and back into the night.

It had been weeks and there'd still been no sign of Dean or Michael. Sam had been working tirelessly trying to find him, but so far he still hadn’t had any leads. In an effort to help with the search, you packed a bag and set out to connect with some of your old contacts.

...At least that’s what you told Sam.

Truthfully, you had decided to leave because you needed a break from it all. The bunker had begun to feel crowded with all of the new inhabitants from Apocalypse World. Sam, Mary, Cas, and Jack checked on you at all hours of the day because they all seemed to know about the feelings you harbored for Dean. You appreciated their concern, but the lack of alone time and space left you feeling suffocated and on edge.

On top of it all, the bunker somehow also felt eerily empty without your favorite green eyed hunter. Reminders and memories of him seemed to haunt every inch of the place. With how overwhelming everything had become, it was liberating to work a case or two while you took some time to grieve and process everything in peace.

After buying a sandwich, a six pack, and a mini pie, you thanked the cashier and began the short trek back to your motel. Still lost in thought, you had taken a shortcut down an alley when a noise from behind stopped you in your tracks. It was subtle and if you hadn’t recognized it immediately, it might’ve gone unnoticed-- drowned out by the bustle of cars, sirens, and drunken bar-goers still enjoying what was left of their night.

The familiar rustle of angel wings.

Realizing you’d left your angel blade in the duffel bag beside your bed, you tried to remain calm. Cas had no way of knowing where you were and you knew the few angels left in existence were doing all they could to keep heaven running. Grappling with the fear and hope you could feel rising in your chest, you wracked your brain for any other possible explanation for who could be behind you. But even before he spoke, you knew it was him.

“Hello Y/N.”

It wasn’t his voice-- not really. Even so, the sound was oddly comforting after so many weeks without it. If you’d kept your back to him, you might’ve been able to let yourself pretend it really was him. That he had managed to break free from the archangel somehow and track you down.

But it was the way he said your name that let you know who it really was. His voice was hollow. Almost formal.

One thing you’d always loved about Dean--whether he was angry or worried or teasing--was the way he said your name. There was always so much emotion behind it. Always a trace of the unconditional love he gave to everyone he cared about. When he spoke your name, there was always a deeper implication: no matter what he was feeling or what you had done, you knew he would always protect you and have your back. There was never a need for him to say those things outright, because somehow you’d always understood.

But this wasn’t him and those weren’t the feelings you had when your name rolled off of his tongue. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned to face the man behind you.

“Michael.”

The corner of his mouth tilted into a smirk. He wore a gray three piece suit, a long coat, and a newsboy style cap. His head was slightly bowed, casting a dark shadow over his eyes. Instead of the relaxed, bow-legged stance you were accustomed to, his posture was stiff and typical of the angels you’d grown familiar with over the years.

“It’s nice to be able to skip the introductions.”

He raised his head and the motion seemed almost robotic. His jade eyes briefly flashed a bright electric blue and the longer you looked at his emotionless face, the more unsettled you began to feel. Everything about him seemed detached and unnatural-- a stark contrast to the man you knew.

“What do you want?”

“What do I want? It’s a little...ironic.” His lips stretched into a wry grin, but there was still an emptiness behind it. “That’s what I’ve been traveling all around this world asking people. ‘What do you want?’ Their answers are always the same: Peace. Power. Revenge. Love.”

You exhaled upon hearing the final word--recalling the countless number of fantasies you’d had about Dean confessing something similar to you.

“They say the things they think I expect to hear. Give answers they hope will ensure their survival. It’s all so very...weak. Pathetic. Human. But I will admit free will does keep things marginally interesting...how these ‘wants’ seem to motivate you. To give you a cause to fight for.”

You stood motionless, soaking in every bit of the speech he was delivering. The way he spoke was flat and unhurried. You reminded yourself over and over that it wasn’t him, but as his voice washed over you...the hold he had on you was undeniable.

He took a few steps forward, hands behind his back as he began circling you like a predator stalking its prey.

“He’s still in here, you know.” He tapped a finger on his temple when he circled in front of you again. “Resisting me. Squirming and trying to claw his way out. To get back to all of you.”

“Is there a point to this monologue?” Your voice wavered, sounding feeble instead of assertive.

“I can sense how vulnerable you are in my presence because of this pretty face. Haven’t you ever wondered what it is that Dean wants most?” He began slowly pacing back and forth in front of you. “I know his thoughts. His desires. His reasons for fighting. I know all that you’ve been through together...”

“He wants the same thing we all do. To take out as many of you douchebags as we can until--”

“You are what he wants.”

You tried to swallow, but your throat had gone dry.

“...what?”

“Why do you think he said yes to me? Why do all of you sacrifice yourselves for each other? Again and again...and again.” He paused and met your eyes when you didn’t say anything. “For love. For the fear of having to live without each other. For the ‘family business’ or whatever. Now, Sam? Mary? His angel pal and even the nephilim-- sure, he loves them. He would die for them. But you…well, there aren’t words for how devastated he would be if anything ever happened to you.”

“You’re...lying,” you whispered.

“I’m just a messenger, sweetheart.”

He spun on his heel and held his hands out to his sides, chuckling as he shook his head. You wanted to believe everything he was saying, but you had no reason to. Michael had lied to Dean-- why wouldn’t he do the same to you?

“Why are you telling me any of this? Why bother finding me at all?”

“Because his squirming is like an incessant gnat that simply won’t go away. So, as a small attempt to put his floundering to rest, I decided to pay you a visit. To say the things he never could. To put an end to his doubts...the worry and the fear and the anger that keeps him fighting. To show him there’s no need to resist me any longer. Lucifer is dead and all of you survived.”

“So you’re pretending to care about his well-being now?” you scoffed. “That’s your play?”

“He’s angry with himself for saying ‘yes’--but he wanted to save his brother and the boy. To beat Lucifer and, together, that’s what we did. He’s so worried about his family’s safety but, with my help, you were all spared from Lucifer’s wrath. Now, after everything I’ve told you...do you have any idea what Dean’s greatest fear is? His reason for continuing to resist me?”

As the gears turned and every fiber of your being seemed to have a hunch about what he meant, your mind refused to even consider the possibility. There was no way he could possibly mean--

“You,” Michael sighed impatiently. “You’re the one he’s most attached to. The source of his deepest fear and regret. Because what if something happened to his beloved Y/N? What if he never had the chance to tell you that he loves you? That he’s always been too much of a coward to admit it.”

Feeling like the air had been knocked from your lungs, tears began to well in your eyes at his admission. You weren’t sure if he was telling the truth, but if there was any way to reach him...you had to try.

“Dean? If you can hear me--”

“Dean’s not home right now. He’s served his purpose and his mission is complete. Now it’s time for mine.”

You knew you should ask what he meant, but right now you couldn’t care less about Michael’s mission. Taking a measured step forward, you gazed into his eyes and hoped he could hear you, no matter how deep he was buried.

“I love you too, Dean. More than you could ever know… And no matter what happens, none of this is your fault.”

Michael scoffed at your attempt before suddenly hunching over to stare at the ground. His expression quickly grew irritated and he shook his head as he rolled his shoulders back.

“So...very...pathetic,” he mumbled angrily.

“...Dean?”

He stood abruptly, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring as he closed the distance between the two of you. You watched as he curled his lip in disgust and placed two fingers on your forehead. When his pupils flash blue once again, your body went rigid as a warm energy spread from your head to your toes.

As he withdrew his hand, you breathed heavily and rolled your sleeves up to discover the wounds from your hunt had been healed. You glanced back at him with a puzzled expression and let out a small gasp when you noticed how drastically his demeanor had changed.

Instead of blank, dead eyes, you were met with tender emerald ones. He reached a hand out and lightly traced his fingertips along the edge of your jaw.

“Y/N…”

It was nothing more than a whisper; a silent plea for you to hear everything he didn’t have time to say. When the word escaped his lips, he drew his eyebrows together-- all of the raw emotion Michael had kept locked away painted clearly on his face.

You understood completely, hearing it all in the way he said your name.

“I know, Dean. We’re gonna find a way to get you back. Just hold on.”

He cupped your cheek and a sad, longing smile graced his lips when you leaned into his touch. Without warning, his eyes flashed blue once more.

In the blink of an eye he was gone.

Clenching the bag of food and beer in one hand, you wiped away a few stray tears and fished your phone from your pocket. After selecting a number from your favorite contacts, you began jogging toward the motel. The line rang several times before going to voicemail, but you quickly hung up and dialed again.

Arriving at your room, you unlocked the door and began frantically packing your bag. You huffed in frustration when the call went to voicemail again but, on your third attempt, you finally heard Sam’s groggy voice.

“Hello?”

“Sam? It’s Y/N. So, get this--”

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honestsycrets · 4 years

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The Milkmaid VII: Bright Lights

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, harald & ivar (friend?ship)

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | reader finds her way while ivar argues with a dog.

❛ tags | pregnancy themes, supernatural intervention, ivar being a bad dog owner, he’s a pet boy okay, just not today, angst, but not dark?, i’m not @lisinfleur 😂

❛ sy’s notes | no really he argues with a dog. i was gonna post a gif of ivar on this but my 5B gifs are real s h i t t y. redo.

He should throw your stupid dog down a well. Maybe, if he were lucky, Mimir would shake the knowledge out of the damn thing. But no, instead, he has no more leads to go on than he originally had. The kings stand considering from which direction the dog came from.

“He came from behind the barn,” says Harald.

“He came from the barn,” Ivar scoffs, jerking his finger in the direction. “You think my slave was hiding away in some barn in the cold of night?”

“Maybe if she were hiding from you.”

“That is so helpful,” Ivar snaps at the other king. His men, deep in the woods, shout: there is nothing here! Ivar then turns to Harald with that knowing, all too cocky scowl. He hates it, when he is right. “Do you know what is back there? Brush. Woods and wolves.”

“I’m sure you know what is back there.”

Ivar leers back to the other king confident of his astringent purpose for saying that. Ivar grips his crutch, hobbling a bit closer. “What are you saying, hm?”

“I am saying these things have a way of recurring.”

These things, Harald suggested, is the death of royal children. His child, Freydis’s child, and now… Ivar holds Harald’s gaze for a stubborn few moments before he hisses, not bearing to waste his time with the old king.

“I don’t know why I brought you Harald,” Ivar walks away from the other kind. Harald, now dressed, follows Ivar toward the line of trees. “You have no faith in the gods, no faith in anything.”

“Here I am,” Harald’s expression smooths over from bunched up wrinkles to a state of relaxation, despite his companion’s jabs. After this many years, he became used to the constant jeer of kinds underestimating him. “Are we checking in the brush?”

“If we have to.”

The woods hold their own secrets. Deep in their hearth, past the arching trees and branches that nipped the sky, there had to be something. At the very least, all it could hold, is a vast amount of nothing. He has nothing to gain from continuing to deny Harald. They find themselves following Vala’s tiny steps that carry them deeper and deeper before they stop. Vala turns in a circle. Then sits.

Stupid dog.

“The dog doesn’t know,” Harald grumbles. “Look at him, he is confused.”

Ivar glares at the dog, wondering why, why hadn’t he picked a grown and well-trained dog. He had to pick this thing. Because you wanted him so much. He shouldn’t have let you pick the dog-- you knew good, domestic things. Things of war, protection, and-- this, not so much.

The pup scratches the grown, sniffing and turning, whining and whimpering. And Ivar wants nothing more than to boot him with the butt of his crutch. The dog yips and Ivar’s about had it. He whirls around-- and finds the dog sitting there looking right back at him.

Pest.

If he had been smart, he would have chosen a well-trained hound. But no-- because his heart is weak when it comes to the complaints of his woman, he chose a creature that was as useless as it was cute.

The sun disappeared behind the fjord. You were left with the chill of night as Kattegat’s temperature plummeted below comfortable levels. Too cold to move but too afraid to let the fire run out, you chucked remnants of wood you gathered into the dismal fire until there was nothing but scraps that the fire would snap apart, cracking into its dying breaths. With nothing else to give to the greedy flames, you fold your hands into your woolen dress and pray tight lipped prayers to Frigg.

A small light, barely a flicker, caught your attention out of your peripheral vision. At first you thought it was nothing, perhaps the flicker of an animal’s eyes. If you stayed very still, the wild beast would leave you be, or you so you hoped. It would be tragic, you thought, for the wolves to have two of Ivar’s children. You your legs in a little tighter and curl into the Asvaldr’s plump belly, even as he whines impatiently for your attention.

“Shh, what if it is a beast?” you smooth your hand over his muscular body. “We shouldn’t worry about it, morning will come soon enough.”

Despite your pleads, Asvaldr’s limbs flailed with his attempt to get up. When he does, he effectively thrusts you to the dirt floor. Your hand snaps to your stomach with precaution, resting on your hip. “Asvaldr what is it?”

It was then you saw it for what it was.

A whimsical bouncy flourish of light between the wall of thick trees over a prominent rock. You swing your legs around, using the ground to shove yourself up. Asvaldr clopped closer so that you might hold his reins to support your stance.

“A wisp?”

Asvaldr clops a closer, dragging you along with. It had been some time since you had seen one of these things. The bouncy lights that dragged you, so you heard, to your fate. You chase the wisps into the untraveled path of the forest that way, hanging onto your master’s horse, and praying to the gods the wisps path is a good one.

Well, chase is being kind, when you walk like that.

Ivar’s eyes chase the edges of old trees. They are tall, well grown, wild. All the good plants are wild and free to hold spirits that are just as wild and free. He moistens his cracked lips for the fifth time, debating--

Perhaps Harald had been right. Perhaps you wanted to run to get away from him. Everyone else shared that sentiment. Margrethe, ran from him. Freydis then-- she tried to run from him.

At least he took care of that one. He made sure she didn’t run.

“Ivar!” Harald paces until he finds something, lackadaisically whistling at Ivar. Ivar takes his crutch and jabs it into the hard dirt, carefully scaling the mountain side to where the other king was. He stood about the crispy remains that weren’t yet cool. “Ashes. She was here.”

The stupid little shit yips at his feet. They scan the surrounding area for clues that you had been there. Moist poignantly, he finds, is an overlooked trail leading away from the campsite. He realizes that there is something there-- better than a burnt out campsite or sweep of luck.

A bouncy red flame.

It held his attention for longer than it should have. “Thank the gods,” he finds himself raising the hammer of Thor to his lips, placing a kiss to it, before setting it back upon his sturdy chest.

In looking at Harald, he realized that the old man did not see what he saw. But it was there, jovial and light. “And where are you going?” Harald called out to him. Harald growls a half hearted response and disappears into the trees behind his so called friend. It had better been a lead.

“Come on, old man. You’re falling behind!”

Ivar believes in the ways of the gods and the norns. There is not a fate that lay before man that was not woven from their fingertips. From the strong standing trees to the ones that have collapsed and bore their craggly roots, the trees have an understanding with the nine worlds that humans did not. Humans unlike Ivar, whose faith was uncrackable.

He pressed down from the rolling hill down toward the fjord, scaling with a curse behind every step, because his crutch was complaining as he moved down the hillside. How he could walk the battlefield freely, like a titan, and now plummet to the ground with sand was beyond him. He breaks his fall on his elbows, and to his surprise, his bones don’t crack. He knows Harald is watching him agape as he hurries on his forearms.

“What are those?” Harald at last sees it with that dumb, lost expression splattered across his face. “Is there a Valkyrie here?”

“Do you see a Valkyrie?” he looks to the sky, then across the streaming waters that washed by, searching for the sight of a swan. There was none. He can’t help tease. “Perhaps its all that ale you’ve been drinking.”

Harald’s face is flat and free from a response, just the small, scoffing laugh as he looks about.

At least, Ivar knows, it isn’t in his head this time. Last time-- as it were -- was Freydis’s lies. At least now, here, he knows that Harald sees exactly what he sees. The wisps, fireballs of the norn’s might, leads down from Norway’s rise and drop to the lapsing waves of the water to the grainy shore.

“Hold this,” he hands the crutch he’s been crawling with to Harald.

The scouts he’s gathered fall in a defensive position around the kings. Harald stuffs the crutch under his arm, following Ivar, who now snakes over the ground toward the rocky bend of the beach like he’s fifteen again and innocent to the world despite the men around him. He can see his brother’s long bodies splashing in the cool water against the warm orange that reflected on the sun. Then Hvitserk and Ubbe would come with their spears and Ubbe would show him a feast of fish while Hvitserk had none. Sigurd would have one.

Nostalgia isn’t a good taste on his tongue. That boy-- the one who dreamed of being able to hunt with his big brothers? He’s not a boy he wants to know. He doesn’t want to know the boy that would have rathered slit his throat if only it wouldn’t destroy his mother. So he turns his head across from the still waters and looks toward the forest. At the banks of the waters, he recognizes a decrepit sight-- not from anything he’s ever seen, but something he’s always felt.

“As much as I hate to break up a good moment,” Harald kneels down, holding the crutch over his trousers, “We were hunting your very pregnant slave.”

“Shht,” Ivar snaps back to Harald. “Look there.”

“Look where?” He lurches then, grasping Harald’s wrinkled face and jerks it into the right direction across the waters. A long, grated sigh breaks free from his lips. The waters do not look deep, no. It strikes Harald as strange, as he knows he’s passed by here with his warships, and they’ve been deeper still than the crystal clear waters before. He turns toward his men to shrill something-- when he finds the only company they have is the cold chill of the sea.

Ivar looks back at him, reclining on the palms of his hands, before his head tilts-- and a shit eating smile makes its way up his face. He clicks his tongue like a man would after a lost animal.

“...I’m the donkey then.”

There is a cabin.

It is a thin looking thing that would make anyone question why it was still standing. It’s heavy brown wood stands, but it has clearly been burned by the crispness of its black edges. Someone did not want it to stand. But there it was, proudly displaying a shield that spun above the top of the double doors. Pure blood red with one lone symbol: a raven soars the expanse of the shield.

“This must be your father’s cabin,” Harald says, verging on a dry laughter. Ten years, and here he was, static in the same position he’s always been-- behind Ragnar’s legacy. He sets his hand over a twig like fence that reflects Ragnar and Lagertha’s condition prior to taking up raiding once again. Ivar cradles the crutch, using it like a horse’s bit, over Harald’s throat.

The farm’s gate is shaky at best. When he looks out to the fencing, he recognizes a wispy figure dashing into the gate. That handsome, cut jawline with curls. Inquisitive eyes free of any exhaustion. If he were asked, he knew it could never be.

But it looks like him. It’s his father’s whimsical young figure that dashes in, kissing the soft cheeks of a girl he’s never known, and a brother he wish he never had. Another figure stands at the gate; his energy wispy and white. Athelstan, he recognizes the name, not the body.

“So it seems. Have you been here before?”

The girl stops from watching her father and her brother. Harald pauses, helping Ivar off his sodden wet back, and onto the ground. Ivar upright, the crutch fit under his arm. He’s taller than he’s ever been. More handsome than he’s ever felt.

She offers her hand, and Ivar can’t help look up to it in question. The girl-- he’s never known her name. Only that she was at the midpoint between girlhood and crossing into womanhood.

“You’re my brother, Ivar. I am Gyda,” her voice, it’s softer than the waves that lapse the shoreline. “Have you come here to look for someone?”

“My w--” Ivar stops himself. “My slave. She’s with child.”

“I see.” She hovers there, transparent, but defined in features that paint her energy a rich gold. She was radiant. “I sent Baldur after you to help you find her.”

His heart catches in his throat. A quick glance around reveals nothing. There is no boy next to Harald and he. Harald, sensing the discomfort, glances around the farm to the cooing animals. To the handsome visage of Ragnar and Bjorn, ducking and weaving. Ivar recognizes a pang of longing across his friend’s face. Harald steps over the wooden gate.

“I don’t understand.”

She smiles. “My nephew.”

Somewhere, through the mist, he spots the fireball of light. Something in the deep of his mind reminds him of that cursed little soul: Baldur.

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• For +18 readers who love Attack On Titan, this fantasy goes along with the original storyline.

The year is 834, [y/n] is born [your birth month and day]. On the northwest side of Shiganshina is where you lived, a small cabin for a loving family. Born into a family of Shepards, never did they ever expect [y/n] to be the most important person to a hero who would free all of Paradis..

You grew up with loving parents who kept you away from the horrors of the world. Yes, they are very protective of you since you are an only child, but it’s truly for your own good. Because of them you are very well mannered, kind, smart, and brave. You help your mother cook, clean, gather food, along with many other tasks. Your father taught you how to hunt, chop wood, and other “manly” things because he doesn’t want you to, “depend on some chump”. You have a sense of humor, but your mom made sure to teach you about boundaries. Overall you are independent and strong in the best way possible. Unfortunately without the experience of making friends and talking to neighbors, you really didn’t know how to communicate with anyone besides your parents.

As the dreadful year of 845 comes, so does your rebellious nature of wanting to have fun all the time. You wanted to go out to explore more of Shiganshina, but your parents forbid it from happening. They never told you why, but they did exceptionally well at isolating you from the rest of the city. As your curiosity grew, so did your hunger of meeting new people. How much longer until you can meet a new face for the first time? When can you finally be free to do what you truly want to do?

As the fall of Wall Maria happens, your parents immediately grab you along with some clothes and flee to Trost. Your parents dodged your sight of seeing the Titans even though you tried so hard to sneak a peak. Your parents over-protectiveness was starting to annoy you more than ever. In Trost your father has some family there, even though hell was breaking loose everywhere, a part of you was excited to see your other family members for the first time. Little did you know that you would wish that you never did..

Living in Trost was almost the same as Shiganshina, except that now you live with an alcoholic uncle, a nagging aunt, and a mean cousin. Hell was breaching every part of your life now. At last, you hear the news that your whole family has made the decision to volunteer at the fields. Internally, you are excited because you’re gonna be around new faces in the fields, but on the outside you were nervous because, how can you talk to someone if you don’t know what to talk about? For the first time ever, you were worried about the wrong thing..

As the first month goes by with no titan activity, everyone is struggling to scavenge enough food for their families. The shortage was effecting everyone. As the next day begins, you head off to the fields earlier than your family, this wasn’t the first time. You liked going early so you can meet new faces, but so far you still haven’t made any friends. As you approach the main area where they keep the buckets and other supplies, you see three kids sitting on a log beside the building. You’ve never seen them before.. One was a thin blonde boy, the middle child was a girl with dark hair, and at the end of the log was a boy with short brown hair. They were talking and waiting for the supervisors to arrive, just like you and many others. You want to walk up and join them, but apart of you won’t move forward. You were stuck. Your anxiety was holding you back, but you pushed yourself inches and inches closer. Before you reach the log they spot you over their shoulders. “Oh man, they must of heard me shuffling towards them..”, you think to yourself. “Hello, are you ok?”, says the blonde kid. You freeze and you can feel your cheeks heat up as they all look at you. After making eye contact with the blonde kid and the girl, what makes you blush even more was the sight of the brown haired boy. His eyes sparkled a pretty green in the sunlight. “I- .. I’m ok. Can I j-join you guys?”, you say as your eyes can’t leave his. From your side view you notice how the girl looks over at him and you, then folds her arms, “We can’t talk much, we’re about to start working.” You break your eye contact with him to face her and then you look down. “I-.. Ok..”, you turn away and start to walk, but then you stop as the blonde haired boy speaks up. “Come on, Mikasa, she just wants to hang with us for a little, right?” As you look over your shoulder, the blonde welcomes you with a soft grin and pats the log, signaling you to sit with them. You nod in response and make your way over to sit. “I’m Armin, this is Mikasa and Eren. What’s your name?”, Armin says as he shifts a little to face you. All of them look at you as you sit and you grin shyly as you look down at your hands. “I’m [y/n].. It’s nice to meet you guys..” As you look up at them, both of the boys smile as they say, “Hi [y/n]”, but you notice that Mikasa showed a weak grin. “Jeez, why did I come.. I don’t think she likes me..”, you think to yourself as you fiddle with your thumbs. “So where are you from, [y/n]?”, Armin asks.

While you walk home after a long day of picking berries, you can’t stop thinking about Eren. His pretty eyes made you blush every time you both made eye contact. You’ve never seen green eyes before, not only was the color strikingly amazing, but the structure of them seemed so different than the others. The seriousness and curiosity behind them really showed through every expression he portrayed. You learned that he lost his mother the day the colossal titan appeared. That could explain why his eyes seemed so.. Different. You also learned that Mikasa had went through some traumatic events too. Even Armin wasn’t entirely ok either. Then you realize, none of you are ok. Humanity wasn’t ok. Everyone was suffering.. For some reason though, you wanted to hug Eren the most.

Part 2 coming soon...

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