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Seance Season Chp 2

Chapter 2: Worries and Answers.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader. Mentions of OC x Hoseok. Non-Romantic mentions of other BTS members.

Summary: You repeatedly told yourself you did not have Magick. But one evening has you fearing for what you’re starting to become. In the middle of all of that, you have this pull to Jungkook that you both can’t quite explain. This new season of your life is Seance Season. Will you come out the same person?

Words: 13,500+

Rating: PG13-M’ish. Some Sexual scenarios but not the full Snex.

Genre: Magick, Witch au. Fluff, Angst and Smut. Slight Horror.

Tags/Warnings: Strong mentions of Magick and spells. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the idea of wicca and anything of the sort as certain remedies and ‘spells/chants’ are in fact real to some. Drinking. Fighting. Blood. Destruction. A man harms y/n. Horror to some degree. Extremely religious folk be wary.

Pls excuse if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I don’t really have a beta or anything to scan for anything like that <3

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“Thanks, for uh..the ride home and you saving me..and just everything.” you were still visibly shaken from the events that had just transpired but you tried your best not to show it, your face hardening as you worried at your cheek with your teeth.

The heels of your scraped up boots clacked against the concrete leading to the front door of your apartment complex. You’d probably have to say goodbye to these shoes as they not only had had enough ‘excitement’ for their lifetime but the heels were wobbly to walk on and you knew they were close to just breaking off.

Stopping at the wooden door to the lobby you looked up to meet the intense gaze Jungkook fixated on you. It wasn’t the same intense gaze he had at the club, no, this was and intense look of contemplation, of fear, of intrigue.

You searched for the right words to say but as you opened your mouth he did the same. “Are you okay to stay by yourself? You’ve had a long night. I’m not saying I’d like..stay the night, but I could always stay for a bit if you want to talk about tonight.” His eyes held sincerity in his words and if you were being honest you really didn’t want to be alone. You we’re scared of so many things right now and you weren’t sure you could even sleep if you tried. The thought of the man who attacked you possibly finding you again made a shiver run up your spine. You knew he was badly injured from Jungkook and it would definitely take time and powerful potions to heal him up right, but it didn’t settle the slight tremble in your knees.

“If you would..I’d appreciate that” With a nothing but a nod, Jungkook opened the door to you and followed behind your walking body.

Reaching into your purse that Jungkook recovered from the alleyway for you while you were in a daze, you pulled out your key and turned it into the deadbolt mechanism until the locking ‘click’ could be heard.

Gesturing with a wave of you palm, Jungkook entered your ‘home’ and you closed the door behind you both making sure to lock both locks, even if it was just for peace of mind. You watched his eyes move over the entirety of your livingroom/diningroom open space and the kitchen nook that was only separated by a wall with a cut out alcove between the dining area and the actual kitchen space.

“Make yourself at home, I’m going to take a quick shower. I think I packed up some of Tae’s clothes that he left at my old house and brought with me here, when I get out I’ll check.” you watched the dark haired mans left eyebrow cock at the mention of ‘tae clothes’ but didn’t ask why as you just wanted to get out of these clothes and try to wash away at the grime and blood that covered your body.

Taking a change of undergarments and pajamas with you to the bathroom, you left them neatly folded on the sink and made quick work of your clothing. Deciding most of it had been damaged and it would be best to just get rid of it, you threw it all into a heap and tossed your non ruined undergarments in the hamper nestled inside your linen closet.

You finally took in your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was wildly matted in spots from when you were against the wall and on the ground wiggling about to break free. Your body was littered with numerous scrapes and scratches that you knew would bruise over the course of the next week. You cheek had bits of dried blood from where the Ice dagger cut at your skin and the cut on your palm still had beads of flowing blood mixing in with brown specs of dirt and debris you accumulated from the alley floor. Your tearducts and nostrils were black with soot and ash from Jungkooks fire and what was left of your makeup was smeared in different directions. You looked like hell and a part of you was embarrassed that Jungkook had seen you like this.

Steam filled the room as you lit the eucalyptus and peppermint candle settled atop a shelf to help with the tension that was running rampant in your mind and body.

Stepping under the hot water, you felt it start to string your skin with the borderline too hot stream that you needed to feel. The water swirling into a pool at your feet making it’s way to the drain was tinted a mauve color and you watched until it finally ran clear. It was almost therapeutic, clear was associated with purity and the water washing off the physical grime of tonight made you a little less on edge. Thanking the element of water you made quick work of working shampoo into your tresses.

Atop your head sat a bun of hair and conditioner while you washed your body. The mixture of hot water and soap licked at your body and you hissed at the pain but you scrubbed vigorously at your body with your loofah none the less.

The water once again spiraled with a pink hue as the grime that hadn’t been washed away with just the water finally made it’s way off of your body. With a sharp hiss, the cut on your palm opened further. The swollen pink skin around the crimson gash stung as you made sure to really wash it. The cut on your face re opened in the same way while you washed all traces of makeup, soot, debris and dried blood from the delicate skin.

You din’t know if it was the color of the water or the thoughts flowing in your mind but you broke down. Tears streaming down your cheek as your knees gave out and you sat your body in the tub curling into yourself.

Sobs wrecked your body as you shook violently and you held your knees to your chest tightly in search of some sort of stability. Water made its way from your head and into your mouth and a quick inhale from a sob caused you to choke out the liquid.

Why did this all happen? What was going on? Could this all please be some sort of horrible nightmare that you could wake up from? What was this overwhelming urge you couldn’t quite describe?

Scenes of fire fanning over concrete and chunks of rubble lying under gaping holes littered your brain and dances behind closed eyes as silent cries of why continued to escape your lips.

Jungkook had been using paper towels to dry at the cuts and scrapes on his arms he had just washed in your kitchen sink when he heard a heavy thud echo from the bathroom. He had thought you might’ve dropped something but the sound of a choked sob prompted him to hastily make his way to the bathroom door. He had called out to you multiple times but the sounds of streaming water and heart breaking sobs were all he got in response.

Warm arms and a fluffy towel were wrapped around your body as you finally registered that the shower had been turned off and you were currently leaning against a solid body of muscle as Jungkook secured the towel around your body.

You both stood there in silence with his arms secured around you as tears continued to escape your eyes and it wasn’t until you were finally taking in deep breaths to calm yourself that you took in the situation. Jungkook had not only seen you naked but he witnessed your break down and helped you yet again.

Pulling away from his body, you clutched the terry fabric closer to your body and he politely nodded his head while making his exit to let you dress yourself.

The soft jersey fabric of your lavender colored pajama shorts and old megadeath shirt covered your body while your fuzzy socks felt cozy against your toes. Covering the candle to extinguish the flame, you made quick work of brushing your hair with the etched wooden comb your mother had gifted you for your 18th birthday, the wooden teeth detangling your hair gently.

Your eye cream had aided in helping to de-puff your eyes a bit but they were still visibly swollen and red. Shaking your head at your yourself in the mirror you finally exited your bedroom deciding you had finally calmed down enough to not only face the man who had saved you twice already but make yourself some tea to hopefully aid in clarity of your mind, body and soul.

Upon entering the kitchen, you came face to face with Jungkook who had been leaning against the counter waiting for you. “Before you say anything, I didn’t see much I swear. It was so foggy from the steam that it was all a blur and before you apologize just know you don’t owe me one. I just wanted to make sure that you were..well..okay.” He had insisted before you could even open your mouth and attempt the apology that had been sitting on the tip of your tongue as you didn’t know what else to say. His words put you at ease but you still softly thanked him to which he smiled that dazzling bunny like smile that was such a juxtaposition to his ‘rebel without a cause’ look he had going on. The tattoo spiraling from the tips of his fingers up to his chest and neck didn’t really help- WAIT when THE FUCK did his shirt come off. Omg was he half naked when he picked your buck naked body off of your shower floor and into a towel? Jeez you really should stop with the leering y/n, you were literally having a mental breakdown like 15 minutes ago, a breakdown that this tall dark and handsome man had witnessed. Shaking your head of the ‘offensive’ thoughts, you opened the upper cabinets by your stove searching from your herbs you wanted to brew.

Turning on the high heat setting on one of the burners, you set your black kettle down and got to work on filling a small mesh bag with a concoction. A pinch of dried Lavender buds, a 1/2 teaspoon of ground chamomile, a few dried yarrow flowers. Hmm, I’m forgetting something.

“Tangerine peel would be a great addition for that tea.” The voice to your right called out, reminding you of Jungkook’s presence. He was right, Tangerine peel had been known in the ways of Magick for its aid in purification, protection and clarity. The uplifting scent was also a plus. Grabbing a Tangerine from your fruit bowl on your small dining table, you carefully separated the flesh of the fruit from its peel and sliced in thin strips.

Steeping the Yarrow separately as it needed more time than the other herbs, you munched on the Tangerine. The sweet yet tart juicy flesh burst between your teeth as you chewed making you realize how hungry you had been.

“Are you perhaps hungry? I just realized I haven’t eaten in hours.” You questioned Jungkook with a soft bite at your bottom lip. “I could go for some food, I actually know this 24 hour pizza joint that delivers if you’re up for that.” He asked with a smile and you nodded in return promptly telling him to order anything he liked when he asked what your preferred toppings were.

The scent of the steeping tea was soothing and you found yourself gazing at the man in front of you who was currently on the phone ordering a pepperoni, mushroom and black olive with garlic butter crust. The words along making you internally drool. The tattoo on his left side of his torso looked so intricate, the swirls of black ink with small bursts of crimson in the shape of what looked like dahlias made their way from mid torso over his defined abdominal muscles and down his hip disappearing into the waistband of his pants. Wait why is his shirt still off? Where is it anyways? OH FUCK You had forgotten to bring him some of Taehyungs old clothes. You had finally noticed that he had cleaned himself up while you were gone, his wounds hadn’t been bleeding but you could see the shadow of bruises starting to form over his bruised skin and decided after you found the clothing you would try to make a healing salve to aid in the swelling of the area. Passing his frame to head to your room you caught a glimpse of what looked like his shirt folded on one of your dining chairs.

Holding what looked like it would fit his frame you thrust your hands out to him.”Here, the clothes I forgot to get you earlier. They look like they’d fit. Tae isn’t as uh..’muscly’ as you but you’re around the same-ish height” Mentally cringing at the word ‘muscly’ leaving your lips you glanced to the right of his frame and noticed that your tea had been presented in a mug on the counter with a napkin folded next it.

Jungkook thanked you and assured you it was more than okay, even adding that he ‘forgot’ he had been without a shirt. When you look like that you can get away with ‘forgetting’ being half naked.

A drizzle of honey perfectly complimented the steaming tea as you brought it to your lips and blew a stream of cool air before taking your first sip. The herbal concoction did wonders to your palette. Tangerine leant a soft citrus note that had you quickly taking another sip.

Gathering a plethora of herbs based essential oils you quickly got to work mixing the right amount of each together in harmony of what was needed most. The oils had now been ready to put into the coconut and jojoba oil you had already warmed. With a 1/4 cup of bees wax to help harden the oil like consistency you set the mixture in the fridge for quick solidification. You had finished putting away the multitude of jars that littered the counter when Jungkook entered.

“Hey thanks for the clothes.” you noted Teahyung didn’t look like that in those dark grey marled jogger style sweatpants and plain black crew neck t shirt that sported more than a few holes. You liked distressed oversized tops and Tae and Joon always left clothes at your old house so finders keepers. I mean you had to admit your friends were beautiful creatures, but you always looked at them as brothers and not a man that had his hands on your hips dancing rhythmically a few hours earlier.

The sound of the doorbell ringing brought you out of your thoughts and Jungkook stated it must be the pizza. Pouring yourself a glass of ice water you took both your mug and glass to the coffee table situated in front of your couch. Laying two paper plates on the wooden surface, you stacked a few napkins from your roll knowing how messy pizza can sometimes get.

The smell of garlic and pepperoni filled your nostrils and you almost groaned as your stomach grumbled embarrassingly loud; good thing Jungkook hadn’t been too close to hear. While Jungkook set up the cardboard box in between the two plates you had laid out, you brought him a glass of water after asking what he’d like to drink.

It was a comfortable silence that befell the living area as you both munched on the greasy goodness on the comfort of your couch. Your legs stretched outwards from their previously criss-cross applesauce position as you reached for your ice water after finishing your first slice. You had to admit, Jungkook had been right about the pizza being delicious. His bunny like smile made your lips curl upwards at your admittance.

Three slices of pizza and half of your water later you curled your throw blanket around your legs and sipped on the now lukewarm tea. Clearing his throat, Jungkook turned towards you from his position on the other side of your grey couch, a napkin in his hadn’t as he dabbed at his mouth. “Are you..are you okay to uh…talk about what happened earlier?” You weren’t quite sure if you were to be honest, but maybe he had some answers to the questions you had regarding the events that had transpired in that alleyway.

With a long sip of your tea you nodded in answer with a swallow. “Y/n do you know what you did? Like are you aware of what happened?” your head bobbed up and down slowly as you took in the trepidation on his face.

“I could see the smoke if that’s what your asking. I saw the tendrils twist and curl into those obsidian looking spears. I couldn’t really control it, It’s like I saw what was happening but I was just a bystander of sorts as my body was taken over.” You paused trying to figure out the best way to phrase the next series of sentences. “I could..hear..voices that sounded like my own and something deeper almost sinister..telling me what to do, what I wanted to do, what I should do. As I was watching I almost wanted to give in to everything the voices were saying. I was so upset and frustrated that it all came out at once in a physical way. It’s like I was in one of my recent nightmares, just watching as I destroyed that wall. Whatever it was wanted me to do much worse but it’s like this light was cast and parted the smoke that clouded my vision and I was able to break out of that sort of trance. It’s like when the wall was destroyed, either the sound of seeing the concrete turn to piles of rumble made me realize what I did. I just..I j..just want to w..wake up and it all be some sort of sick nightmare. Jungkook I don’t have magick, I never have. M..maybe it was some sort of spell that I was under and it can just be broken. Maybe that man had some friend that cast a hex.. I don’t know.” Fingers shaking you reached for your mug and chugged the rest of the cool liquid hoping to calm yourself down.

“Y/n that wasn’t spellwork or some sort of hex. That was dark magic. Something I’ve only seen once and i..that was a long time ago. It looked like you were being consumed by it, not controlling it. Your eyes turned the color of Onyx and your veins looked as if they were full of ink and not blood. There was this shrouded aura around you that pulsated with power. I felt like lightning had struck next to you and I was..almost..scared. But then you came to and some part of me needed to help. You keep saying you don’t have magick but you seem to know a lot about it.”

With a nod of your head you gestured towards the framed picture atop the mantle that held your tv. After you had explained to him the magick your parents and friends held he nodded in understanding, his question seemed to be answered.

“So you didn’t come into magick before your 18th birthday?” A shake of your head answered his question. “I don’t know much more about how dark magic is obtained. I just know it is capable of so much hurt and destruction. You aren’t anything like the holder I’ve..come across.”

“I don’t want this Jungkook..I don’t want to be this way. What if it was all a fluke? Like, what if it all goes back to normal tomorrow?” His tongue poked at the inside of his left cheek as he contemplated what you had said. “I don’t think that’s how that works y/n, but maybe it will. We can hope. I really think you should ask your parents about it though, you said they own a magick shop right? They must have more knowledge on this than I do. I know you said you don’t want them to try and bring you back home but y/n you need to know what’s going on. Even if it was a fluke and never happens again you still can’t just run the risk of it happening again and without a magic shield protecting the area you could do actual damage to something or worse..” He was right and that thought alone scared you. Standing up you threw the paper plates into the brown cardboard box and took it to the kitchen for recycling.

Your mug had been placed into the sink basin by Jungkook. “How did you know to put Tangerine in the tea? You also must’ve known the brewing time to pour it before the herbs burnt and got bitter.” The questions slipped from your mouth as you washed the grease residue from your hands, in your defense not all active magick holders are well versed in teas, tinctures and the such. Thats why your parents shop had been frequently visited. Some witches finding things as simple as ‘human magic’ as they called it, to be just that simple, too simple for them to care to learn or worry about doing. “My mom taught me as a child before..she passed” A brief look of hurt crossed his face and you couldn’t help but regret asking.

“She was a fire holder like I am. She said Dad was too even though he passed around the time that I was born. Funny how we can have magick but still pass from disease and sickness.” His lips curled into a tight lipped small smile as you softly let out an apology for his loss. “Both passings were white some time ago. Don’t apologize for things you had no part in.” Jungkook’s front teeth showed as his smile widened and while you were put at ease you were still regretful of asking and having him relive parts of his past.

“But that’s why I really believe you should tell your parents what happened. You have someone to hopefully help you with what’s happening, to guide you. Earlier you asked about my Inferno Fire. When my mom passed..madness is a understatement for what I felt. I was consumed with the need to avenge her and my power..it was a lot to control. I still have my moments but what i’m saying is, you have the guidance I didn’t have. Let’s say your parents don’t have answers to whats going on, at least they know and can maybe try and be there for you.” You knew he was right, while you hoped it was a fluke of some sorts, there was no way you should risk it again without consulting your parents and best friends.

“I’ll check to see what time the trains leave tomorrow, or well later today since it’s passed midnight.” You figured the sooner the better and having the next few days off until Thursday night helped.

“You don’t have a car right? If you want, I can drive you. You said it’s a few hours out of the city? I just don’t know if you being on a bus alone before knowing what’s going on is safe. What is another holder comes after you again and this time you’re not only defenseless but other can get hurt as well. The shield can only do so much. We got lucky tonight that he and myself both put up shields that blocked the brunt of the power but a moving vehicle with people so close together is another story.”

To say you were surprised by his offer was an understatement but you agreed none the less as he had a fair point. You both agreed he would stay the night ‘his insistence and your obvious agreement’ and after you both rested for a few hours as it was already passed 3 in the morning, you both would go over to his apartment so he could change before heading over to your hometown.

“Wait are you sure you’re okay with that? What about work or a roommate or a..girlfriend. omg are they okay with you being at my place? or a club for that matter” Word vomit like questions escaped your mouth and you instantly regretted them despite the incredible smile they caused Jungkooks lips to form into.

“Well my work will be fine. I don’t go to the office as much since Jimin runs most of it now. The only roommate I have is a pet cat named Luna-“ A cock of your eyebrow “Don’t judge me, Stella Luna is an iconic children’s book and we can all learn from momma bat. Anyways Jimin will go by and feed you if I ask him to. I don’t have a girlfriend and if I did I surely wouldn’t have been at that club dancing with you like that.” You felt the blush creep up your neck to your cheeks, tinting them in a soft crimson.

“I..alrighty then, I should probably head to bed. Long day ahead of us and all. I’ll bring you some pillows. Before I forget, there’s a salve in the fridge for you. It should hopefully help with the swelling and bruising.” You didn’t give him the chance to reply as you bounded off to your bedroom in search of the extra bedding you had tucked away on the top shelving of your walk-in closet.

Two fluffy pillows and an extra blanket filled your arms as you made your way back into your living area where Jungkook was currently sitting while scrolling on his phone. Looking up from the glowing screen of his cellphone, Jungkook took the bedding from your outstretched arms while a polite ‘thank you’. “The salve feels great by the way. Calendula was used to make it right? and I thought I smelt yarrow too.” With a smile you nodded as his assumptions had been correct. “Peppermint to give the swelling a cooling sensation, Burdock root oil for skin circulation so the area can hopefully heal faster and a little bit of chamomile to soothe.”

“Feel free to leave the lamp on if you’d like. You already know where the bathroom is. Um, I’ll be setting my alarms to around 10 because I already know that if I don’t set them I’ll sleep all day. Goodnight Jungkook”.

“Goodnight y/n” With a eye crinkling gentle smile, the man in front of you tucked the pillows behind his head.

How long had you been laying there staring at the wall? 30 minutes? An hour? 5 minutes? Every time your eyes fluttered closed and you started to enter the dream realm, you snapped your eyes back open afraid of going back to the same nightmare you’ve had twice before. The tea had worked in calming you down and giving you a sort of clarity but it didn’t prevent you from still asking the what if’s and the fear that swirled around in your brain.

Tip Toeing your way to the kitchen, you blindly reached for what you thought was the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room and instead grabbed ahold of a fist full of air while leaning a little too forward. “Shit fuck” you hissed as your big toe came into contact with the leg of a dining chair. You hadn’t even heard Jungkook move from his spot on the couch when arms reached behind around you and you were suddenly placed in a chokehold.

Flailing your arms, you swung your right elbow backwards and hit the dark haired mans left ribs. “What the FUCK?” you yelled out and the man immediately let go of your body. Flinging yourself onto the wall behind you, you reached around for the light switch.

With the area finally being illuminated Jungkook’s eyes widened “I’m so so sorry, I just heard a voice and thought someone got in!” Shaking your head you dragged out a breath of air. “An intruder that’s short? I mean it could happen but you didn’t think of the height, mixed with the voice of a female mixed with you being in someone else’s apartment that maybe it was the owner of said apartment?” Top teeth bit into his plump bottom lip and you sighed. “I appreciate you for being on the offense with the ‘intruder’. I’m sorry for waking you up.”

With an adamant shake of his head and a promise of it being ok you slowly nodded your head. “Have you not slept yet?” You chewed the inside of your cheeks before answering quietly.

“I understand, but you need rest y/n. Would you like it if I..slept in there with you? NOT IN A SEXUAL MANNER.” His hands went up defensively and you held back the chuckle that threatened to escape your throat. “I just mean maybe another person being in the room will help you sleep better and if you have a nightmare I guarantee I’ll wake you up”. Studying his expression and glancing at the time on the stove fuck it’s already 5:20.

“Okay” was all you replied before he followed you to your bedroom after flicking the kitchen lights off.

You could feel the heat coming off of his body despite your shoulders being a whole foot away. It wasn’t an uncomfortable heat though, it was actually almost soothing. Like a heating pad on your back when that time of the month came, TMI analogy I know but it was true.

The sound of Jungkooks breath slowing down as he was brought back to sleep lulled you into your own slumber, thankfully before morning light streamed through your window.

The sounds of two alarms going off at once blared into your ears. With a groan you reached blindly forward towards your phone with usually lay on the nightstand. Instead of the cool plastic case that enshrouded your phone, your hair was met with a fistful on floppy hair.

Your eyes had never shot open so fast before in your life. Blinking slowly, you stared at the unmoving body that held you in his arms as you were pressed to his defined chest. How was he still so peacefully asleep with alarms blaring? His lips were softly pouted as he dreamt and his eyelashes looked like ebony feathers racing the tops of his cheekbones. The mole under his lip almost hiding beneath his bottom lip as he pouted. He was beautiful and you, you..oh fuck I probably have morning breath and look like shit.

The attempt at detangling yourself from his grasp proved futile as his arms only pulled you closer until his heated breath fanned over your neck. You pushed back the shiver that ran up your back with every breath he took. With a deep breath of your own you pushed yourself backwards with all your might and managed to flop right off of the bed and land on the rug covering your floor.

Pulling yourself up to a sitting position you watched as he clutched your comforter under his chin as he was still asleep. Wake you up if you have a nightmare my ass. He managed to wake up from me SOFTLY cussing but alarms blaring do nothing.

You took the time that he was still asleep to brush your teeth and hair and even put a light dusting of makeup over your face. With a pop of mascara and brow gel brushing over your hairs, you pulled away from your bathroom mirror and ran your finger over the now scabbing slice over your cheek. The tinted moisturizer and powder evening out your complexion but not covering your wound as you knew it needed to heal without possibly getting infected with anything covering it. A soft swirl of bronzer over your temples and the edges of your face made you look more awake than you felt as you were currently a walking zombie (no offense to zombies).

Walking back into you room, another of Jungkook’s alarms was going off and he hadn’t even budged from his position. Jungkooks eyes shot open as both of your hands gripped his shoulders as you leaned over him, his name leaving your lips in a sort of loud groan/growl. A lazy smirk pulled over his lips as he cocked his left eyebrow up at you. “You know, if you wanted to groan my name I could make it a lot more fun for you.”

The fire that licked at your loins was doused with water as you stepped back from his frame and cross your arms over your chest. “It’s 10:30 and your alarm has been going off non stop. How the hell do you sleep through that?!” Jungkooks smirk was quickly replaced with a sheepish grin. “I’m really bad with alarms. I promise if it’s like someone telling me to wake up or something urgent like what I thought was an intruder last night I’ll wake up but alarms go off for about an hour before I actually wake up. Luna usually jumps on my face and paws as my cheeks so I can wake up cause she’s so fed up with the sound.” The image of a cat squishing his soft cheeks caused you to giggle.

“You look nice by the way, not that you didn’t last night. I’m just saying you get ready fast.” Jungkook left to the bathroom after you thanked him for his compliment. Your feet pattered against the wooden floor as you searched through your closet for something to wear.

The light blue boyfriend style jeans being oh so comfy yet hugged your ass in just the right way. A worn grey/black Nirvana shirt with plenty of holes and gashes served its purpose in covering your torso and a pair of OG black checkered slip on vans completed your road trip outfit.

You slipped on your favorite birthstone embedded ring over your thumb when Jungkook entered your room in search of his phone. “I’m ready whenever you are” you nodded in understanding and grabbed an oversized navy blue hoodie in case you got cold. After a quick interval debate, you decided it would be best to pack extra clothes in case you stayed the night back home. Telling Jungkook of your decision, you hurriedly shoved a couple of random graphic tees, a pair of pajama leggings, an extra pair of socks and your back up travel size toiletries into a satchel along with your phone charger.

With a quick look through your purse to make sure you had everything you needed you followed Jungkook out of your apartment and into his sleek black luxurious vehicle. “I sent Jimin a text telling him I’d be gone for a day or two so he could watch Luna. Speaking of Luna, she’s very cautious of new people so if she avoids you please don’t take it personally.” you nodded your head in understanding and your eyes followed the passing high rise buildings from the window. While you hadn’t really explored the city you remembered this area being upscale from the few school trips and random road trips with the boys you had been part of.

The sunlight streaming through the windows was cut off as you all pulled into an underground garage that was attached to a high rise building, rows of expensive cars lined up in their parking spaces and you instantly felt underdressed. Picking at the holes in your jeans you softly nibbled the inside of your cheek as Jungkook pulled into his spot.

The garage level elevator dinged as you all entered the space and you let your eyes roam around. The walls were mirrored chrome, the rails looked as if they had been recently polished and the floor was a crisp white marble against your worn in shoes. “I could always just wait in the car..I don’t exactly look the part right now.” Your cheek was pulled between your teeth and the dark haired man shook his head adamantly. “You look fine y/n, plus I wouldn’t want to leave you in the dark garage while I took who knows how long getting ready.” He had been right, the garage lights seemed to be motion activated so they only lit up when a car pulled in or occupants exited the elevator or stairwell, so you would in fact be shrouded in darkness.

As the elevator doors opened to the 30th floor your eyebrows shot up at the modern design of the hallway. Marble floors seemed to extend over the ground here as well. The walls were a soft grey toned taupe color that was accentuated by the dark stained wood crown molding. Above your head, the ceiling had the same color as the walls except rows of squares were made with the crown molding and in the middle of each square sat a mirror which aided in making the space look large. In front of the elevator was a thin console table colored with the same wood as the molding, atop the counter stood a few silver toned vases that were filled with bunches of white hydrangeas and soft pink roses.

You had noticed that unlike your building that held many doors along the hallways of each floor, this building or maybe it was just this floor but as you turned right and followed Jungkook you had only seen one or two white wooden numbered doors. The glass and chrome mini chandeliers lit your way as you turned another right and ended up in front of another hall with two doors, one of either side.

Setting his palm over the electronic keypad, Jungkook entered 4 numbers followed by a green ‘enter’ button and the locking mechanism clicked as is unlocked. With a turn of the handle, the door was softly swung open and you followed Jungkook though the threshold.

With a flick of a light switch, the apartment was now illuminated. Damn, so this is how the other half live. The kitchen to your left was a completely open space, a large white marble topped island with silver metal stools separated the space from a long black wooden table and chair set that sat at least 6-8 people.

To your right was a large living area complete with a built in black wooden console and shelving that housed a massive flat screen in the middle. Atop a shelf to the right of the tv were multiple different gaming consoles and rows of what you assumed to be games and dvd’s. Encircling the area were plush medium grey couches that formed a large sectional, to the side were two light grey nailhead trimmed wingback chairs. In the middle of the couches was a coffee table that looked as if it was made of twisting large logs that were dipped in liquid silver with a clear glass square top. In between both wingback chairs stood an endurable that matched the coffee table but at a much smaller scale. Tucked against a wall next to one side of the sectional couch was a chrome finished standing floor lamp with square shaped glass encircling the lightbulbs. Along the wall of the open dining and living area were large dark grey curtains that seemed to hide massive windows that looked as if they were floor to ceiling from what you could see.

The walls in the dining area held various modern eclectic paintings but besides that, the walls were pretty barren. The soft light grey almost white of the walls made the space look exceptionally clean. A loud purr and something rubbing against your left ankle took you out of your thoughts and appreciation of the beautiful space.

A small black bundle of fur was circling around you leg as it rubbed itself against the tops of your shoes. Bending down you smiled softly at loud purrs that Luna was letting out. A big pair of green eyes landed on yours and Luna meowed up at you. Extending your hands towards her head, you softly scratched behind her ears as she nuzzled her head against your fingers.

In front of you knelt a dumbfounded Jungkook as he seemingly waiting for Luna to come to him but instead came to you for attention. “Luna, i’m your dad! How could you? I get that she’s pretty but didn’t you miss me?” A small pout graced the mans lips and you couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped your lips. He resembled a child that got his gameboy taken away from him.

“Well since she seems to like you, I’m going to shower real quick and change. Make yourself at home. Theres food in the fridge but I was thinking of maybe picking up something for the road if that’s cool with you.” You let him know that was more than fine with you as your tummy was starting to grumble. Standing from your previously knelt position you watched as he entered a room to the left of the dining area, only two doors lined the wall and before you could ask what the other was, his mop of hair entered your vision from a small space as the door re opened. “Theres a bathroom in the door to the left of the little hall next to the living room.” With that, the man closed his bedroom door again and you followed Luna to the massive couch as she seemed to want you to sit and give her more attention.

She said in your lap as you smoothed your hands over her sleek black fur. You noted her bowl of food and some high tech water system on the side of the kitchen island and smiled at the little plaque reading “Luna” nailed into the white wood of the kitchen island over her bowls. You loved your couch, you really did but as your butt sank into the cushions of the sectional, you sighed. What the fuck did Jungkook do to live this lavishly?

You scrolled through your phone with one hand as you pet the cute fur ball atop your lap with the other. You had sent a text to your parents and your friends asking if they were free this afternoon as you were coming back home and needed to talk. The text was answered immediately with worry from your mom and you assured her you were fine. Jin had asked if you needed a ride from the train station but you had let him know you were being driven by a friend to which your friends had a plethora of questions ready.

With another sigh you worked your fingers over the touchscreen, answering as many of the questions as you could with a promise of ‘i’ll tell you the rest when I get there’.

You didn’t knew how much time had passed but you assumed it to be a short span before a door opened and Jungkook emerged with slightly damp hair and a new outfit. The dark denim hugged his thighs and you tried your best not to drool. A plain black crew neck shirt and dark grey hoodie covered his torso and you internally were little jealous at how someone dressed so casually could look like they were walking the stage at new you fashion week. In your mind you were miss potato and he was a greek sculpture.

Slipping on a pair of black combat boots he gripped the small leather overnight bag between his fingers and planted a kiss to the top of Lunas head as she hopped off of your lap and stood on the back of the couch. “Ready?” Your feet followed his as he exited his apartment and before you both could reach the elevator door, a shrill voice called out to you both.

“Jungkook! You weren’t home last night, I tried to bring you a slice of tiramisu that I had ordered from Ronaldos but you weren’t home.” The blonde pouted her pink colored lips and her big brown doe eyes bat innocently. “Oh you had a friend with you.” The word friend seemed to be accentuated more than the others as she twist a strand of her curled hair between her manicured fingers.

“Oh, yeah I didn’t come home last night, thanks for the thought though.” Jungkook politely called out. “Another night at Jimins? I love a good bromance. Or perhaps a long night at the office? I told you that you needed to relax a little sometimes. You’re always welcome at my place.” Her lips grinned lasciviously as she stepped towards you both slightly and ran her fingers up Jungkooks fabric covered arm to his shoulder. She acted as if you weren’t even standing there not even a couple of feet away.

“No thank you Melissa, I already told you I’m fine.” Her manicured nails curled around Jungkooks bicep and she hummed. “But you seemed to be more than fine last time you came over. Why don’t you come over right now?”.

“No” Jungkook sternly answered and turned his back to her after shaking off her grip. Not a single step was taken before she gripped his bicep and moved to turn him to face her. Your eyes followed the movement as she leaned in close to his face. You told yourself the annoyance that filled your body was simply because she was taking up your precious time that could be spent driving not the fact that she so calmly set her paws all over the man that had you feeling all sorts of tingles when you were with him.

“Come on, we both know you had fun Jungkook. Just tell your friend you’ll hang out later” Her voice lilting as she drug out the ‘kook’. Her hand trailed to the side of his face and she thumbed his cheek.

You suddenly felt your wrist being pulled as Jungkooks large hand wrapped around yours and pulled you towards his chest which had now been turned to face you. A heated palm softly cup your cheek and you couldn’t even ask what was going on, Melissa’s large eyes being the last thing you saw before Jungkooks face took over your vision. Plush lips pressed against yours firmly yet so soft as the breath seemed to leave your body with a squeak. “Jungkook wha-“ Melissa’s lips snapped shut as he deepened the kiss with a palm flat against the small of your back. Your mouths now open against one another but no tongue was introduced.

As he pulled back, Jungkook hovered his mouth over yours, his breath coming out hot against your lips. “Melissa, I’ve said it before i’ll say it again. That won’t ever happen again and no I wasn’t at Jimin’s nor was I at the office. I spent all night with this ‘friend’ of mine. Speaking of which we gotta go, long day and night ahead of us.” At the word ‘friend’ Jungkooks palm moved from the small of your back to your hip and gripped softly. With the last word leaving his lips he winked at you and turned both of your bodies away from Melissa and towards the elevator.

When the doors closed and the garage button was pressed Jungkook let out a long breath he seemed to have held. “I’m so so so sorry for that y/n. You just don’t understand how many times I’ve let her down nicely. I made one fucking mistake when I was drunk off my ass from being depressed thinking of my mom’s death and I just I don’t know, I knocked on her door and it happened. I left right after and told her it was a mistake on my part for taking advantage of her kindness and offers but that it wouldn’t happen again and that I hoped she’d understand but obviously she didn’t understand. It’s been like 6 months since it happened and she still hasn’t stopped and I just wanted to shut her up. I’m so fucking sorry I pushed the kiss onto you, I just took the opportunity of having a female especially an attractive one at that being there with me to show her I meant it when I said no.”

Laughter filled the elevator as it dinged, the doors opening. “It’s okay. You’ve helped me over and over again these passed couple of days, I’ll just chalk it up to helping you. Plus it was just a kiss, don’t freak too much. You literally look like a ‘dear in the headlights’ except change the dear to a bunny.” Jungkook pouted his plump bottom lip as the lights overhead turned on while you both walked to his car.

You wouldn’t admit the tingles and butterflies you had around him were intensified when his lips met yours. You felt as if you were ignited from the inside out, the same way you had felt at the club and it took everything you had in yourself to not reach up and grip his hair to pull him closer as you slipped your tongue into his mouth right in front of the blonde watching.

A shiver ran up your spine at the thought and you bit down hard on your top lip, your teeth sinking into the soft flesh to keep you from dwelling on the situation that you had built up in your mind.

The smell of breakfast tacos wafted through the car as you both munched on your food. Bags of snacks and drinks sat at your feet and the soft hum of the radio gave the start of the trip a chill vibe as Jungkook connected his bluetooth to his stereo system.

The ride was peaceful even with the little bouts of Jungkook obviously speeding on the semi deserted highway. You noted that he had a beautiful voice as he hummed to Billie Eilish’s ‘You should see me in a crown’. The bottled espresso drink you chugged had helped awaken you and you found yourself bobbing your head along with his playlist of songs.

With a text of ‘Just got into town, will be there soon’ you gave Jungkook the directions of the streets he should turn onto to get to your parents shop.

Pulling up to the little shop you knew and loved, you lead the way up the pavement to the wooden door with the sign now saying ‘closed’. It had only been a little passed 4 when you both arrived but you figured your parents would have closed the store early when you texted them that you would be visiting. Your father had suggested the meeting place be the shop to which you all agreed. With a quick glance behind you, Jin’s small suv sat parked next to your parents car and Namjoons dark blue Jetta.

With a deep breath in your knuckles rasped against the wood of the door as you knocked. The door creaked open and you were immediately pulled from your spot to a solid body you immediately recognized as Taehyungs by his earthy natural scent.

Your hands shot up defensively as you quickly informed everyone that you’d explain the now scabbing small wound on your cheek and bandaged hand in a bit as that was part of the reason why you were here. At the word ‘cut’ your friends eyes shot open but before he could ask you shook your head to solidify the fact that you wouldn’t be answering his question until later.

A big boxy grin widened across his face as he pulled away and you were pulled into another pair of arms. Jin hugged you tight as his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you pat his back. The third pair of arms that encircled you belonged to Namjoons and you held him tight as it had been awhile since you had last seen the man.

Your mom and dad embraced you in a group hug you didn’t know you needed and when they finally pulled away you watched as your mom wiped away the stray tear that made its way down her left cheek.

“Everyone, this is Jungkook. He’s helped me while i’ve been in the city.” Your friends eyes scanned over his broad frame as your parents bid him a warm hello.

“Yours a magick holder and a strong one at that. Hi, I’m Jin.” With an extended hand he shook the mans tattooed one. “I am, you’re pretty strong too. Actually, you all are. I can feel your auras from here.” Jungkook’s hand waved as he gestured around the room. Namjoon introduced himself the same way Jin had and Taehyung stood there with a questioning glint in his eyes.

You knew that look, it was the same one he had on his face when they found out Joshua had been your first kiss, Brandon had asked you to prom and Chan had been you first boyfriend. Your friends were all protective of you but Taehyung showed it a little bit more, you knew he meant well and just wanted the best for you but it still sometimes got on your nerves when you had to remind him you were a grown ass woman. With that being said you were somewhat of a hypocrite, knowing you were super protective of the three men as well, you probably held that exact same look in your eyes when you met someone they were interested in.

“Jungkook, this is Taehyung. Tae this is Jungkook.” Taehyung nodded out a ‘hey’ as his right arms wrapped around your shoulders. With a shake of your head you followed your friends to the makeshift table and chairs they had set up near the bookcases, your parents already sitting on the two plush chairs that were always tucked into a corner in case shoppers wanted to sit down and read a bit before purchasing. Sitting yourself onto a lightly padded black folding chair you tucked your hands in front of you not knowing where to start.

“What’s bothering you honey? You’re biting the inside of your cheek and i know you do that when you’re stressed or deep in thought and not that I love that you’re here, I didn’t think we’d see you back so soon.” Your mom’s gentle voice questioned and you breathed deeply to center yourself before answering her.

“Mom, there’s so much I need to tell you well so much i need to tell all of you. But before I start. Jin, do you remember when I asked about those dreams ‘for a friend’?” Your fingers curled up into air quotes and he nodded with a seemingly knowing look crossing over his handsome features. “I think you already know but it wasn’t a friend, it was me.”

His chest rose and fell as he took in a deep breath as you confirmed his suspicions. You swallowed down imaginary saliva before you glanced around at your family surrounding you and opened your mouth to tell them about the nightmares and the weird feelings you’ve had to how you met Jungkook at your job and how he had saved you from the attack in the alleyway and witnessed your transformation of sorts.

By the end of your re-telling of events your moms face had paled and your friends donned eyes as big as saucers. Your dad gripped the edge of the table as his knuckles whitened and Jungkook sat beside you calmly.

With a shake of his head your father looked at your mom as you asked if they had any idea what could be happening. “You need to tell her.” It was cliche and straight from a teen fiction novel but the look in his eyes told you it wasn’t a light matter.

Reading the room your friends and Jungkook stood from their seats but your mom shook her head telling them to sit back down. “You all are as much of y/n’s family as we are. You need to hear this.” Moving her chair around, your mom moved closer until she was sitting right in front of you and half your hands into hers.

“When I was a little girl, I had met someone who would later become my best friend. Her and I met at the park you always loved as a child, the one where you’d swing and swing all day. Every week we met at that very park, we would talk and chase each other in a game of tag and just laugh like little kids do. I knew even back then that I’d had to hide my powers from her despite my younger self wanting nothing but to show her I could sprout a small dandelion front a pile of dirt. Back then Magick holders were even more strict with not getting too close to regular humans. It was out of fear that those thoughts were made, we would be cordial with them but never get too close.

As I grew older the want to tell her about Magick grew stronger. We would meet multiple times a week and confided in each other with so much but I was scared of how she would react. One day while waiting for her to meet me by the little dirt mound that was shaded by a big oak tree, I fiddled with the dirt. My fingers brushing the earth until I mindlessly let some of my magick out. A path of babies breath sprouted from the earth through my fingertips and before I could make it go away, shoes cam into my vision. I didn’t even have to explain as that little girl just smiled and sat right down next to me. I probably looked like a fish with how my mouth was opening and closing but she simply placed her hand on mine and asked if I could keep a secret.” A deep breath exited your moms lips before she continued.

“She held magick I had only heard about. As she brought her hands to cup over mine, a bright white orb of light manifested before bursting into golden butterflies. She told me her parents had taught her to hide her magick aura from others and that’s why I hadn’t felt her aura. She said she had wanted to tell me especially since I was a fellow magick holder but was scared of her parents finding out.

From then on our bond grew. I had been so happy when we found out we would both be attending the same high school. Your father- or well my husband and I met in a shared english class and she and him became quick friends after I had introduced the two. The three of us had become close friends but I always kept her secret from everyone. When her parents passed in our sophomore year she stayed over at my house to help with her grieving. They had been the only family she had and the only light holders she knew. After we had graduated high school she left with the promise of coming back and visiting despite me spending with her not to leave. With a bright smile she left for the city in hopes of finding other light holders and learning more about her magick.”

Your mom’s grip on your hands had tightened and your brows furrowed at how she had referred to your father as her husband. “I had stopped hearing from her a month in to her trip and I feared for the worst. I had even gone to the city in search of her but to no avail. About a year and a half later, a knock was heard at our front door and imagine my surprise when I got up in the middle of the night and opened the door to a very pregnant her standing on the porch of my husband and I’s new home. I let her in immediately after greeting her with a big hug. She looked terrified and clutched her stomach between her arms. She was sweating and looked as if she was having trouble standing. When my husband awake from the noise in the living room she took our hands into hers and pleaded that no mater what happened to her that we would take care of the baby she was carrying. I tried to ask her what she meant but she once again asked before taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth.

I throw car keys at my husband as I knew she had started to go into labor. Her water breaking and streaming down the legs of her sweat pants making me wrap my arms around her and guide her towards the awaiting car. When we arrived at the hospital she gripped my hand and please once again with me. With a yes I told her it would all be alright and she was wheeled to the birthing room.

A few hours later I was called into the room and she lay there with a bundled baby in her arms. She looked so tired not just from giving birth but like something else was weighing on her mind. She asked me if I remembered saying yes to taking care of the baby when something happen to her. She was so sure something would happen and it confused me.

A few days later she and her baby came to live with us as I adamantly gave her no other choice and she agreed as long as I kept ‘my promise’ she said. We were sitting in the living room a few days after she had been living with us and I asked why she had been saying something was going to happen to her. I told her I would go back on my promise if she didn’t tell me and with a shake of her head she looked at the little bundle of joy in her arms. She told me the father of the baby was a dark magick holder but was adamant he had not been a bad person. She said she was scared of some of the people that surrounded him and that when she had realized she was pregnant she started planning to get away in fear of what would happen to the child had she stayed around those people. While I was shocked to say the least, I just sat and listened to her.

It was approximately two weeks and one day later that she got up and left to what she said was the grocery store. Hours passed and at one point the baby I had been rocking to sleep started crying. There was an overwhelming feeling that took over my body and I knew something wasn’t right. We searched for her that night around town but came up empty handed, we had even filed a police report the next day. Two days later a body was found by the local river in a small shack that had been burned down. The body belonged to my friend, the police said it looked as if she had been in a burning building and died from smoke inhalation but the burned shack had been but ruins for years as the fire that took place had happened over a decade ago. Police searched for her killer but I knew it was dark magic, the soot the fear she had it all made so much sense.

That’s why I feared for you going to the city. Deep ties to dark magick lie within that city. Stories were told while I was in high school of light holders being hunted by dark magick holders in fear that they would try to stop their insidious ways. Dark Magick was not given like our other elemental powers were. A long time ago a group of Elemental holders; one of each element, came together in want for more power. They were power hungry witches with dark desires. They prayed to the dark Gods for immense power and even made sacrifices of living beings. In answer of their want, they were stripped of their elements as the Goddess did not want such people to hold power given by her. After their power was stripped, the dark Gods came together and granted them with dark magick. Like light magick, it is very rare, passed down by generations of holders who shared the same power. However, a person with enough wickedness can bring forth dark magick by sacrifice and doing the bidding of the Dark Deities wishes.”

Your brows furrowed as you took in all the information. “Y/n you were her child. I promised I would take care of you and I have. Believe me when I tell you I never told you of your birth because I wanted to protect you. I was scared they would take you from me like they had taken her. I never told you of your parents powers because you never showed signs of power. I had hoped you would be able to live a normal life.” Tears had streamed down your mothers face and you pulled her into a tight hug.

You had been crying as well and you reached for fathers hand. “You both are my parents okay? I don’t care that you didn’t give birth to me. You raised me, you’ve been there for me.”

“I’m so sorry y/n, I tried to keep you from all of this but it seems you’ve started showing signs of power. If we had told you then maybe we could prepare you.” You tightened your grip on your parents hands and you shook your head adamantly, telling them no. They had done what they thought was right and you were grateful for that.

“I felt it, a long time ago. When I had first practiced protection spells in your room with Tae and Joon. I felt this power trying to push through the barrier but I didn’t put much thought into it. Then when you were telling me about the nightmares I just had this weird feeling but you said it wasn’t you so I believed it.” Jin’s voice was shaken and you shook your head. “I told you it was someone else because I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest.” Jin stood from his seat and engulfed you in a big hug to which you reciprocated. His embrace felt comforting and you needed it as you took in all the information you had just been given.

A while later and more comforting embraces and conversations your father looked over the table towards Jungkook. “So y/n said you have the element of fire? Thats not very common, well not like air and water.” Jungkook nodded his head in answer and your father smiled. “Thank you for saving our daughter and bringing her here. You’ve been a real help and should she go back to the city like I know she will despite us asking her not to. I ask that you please keep an eye out for her.” You mother had been pleading with you to stay but you assured her you couldn’t do that to your lease on your apartment or your job. You told your parents you were going to learn more about your power should it come forth again and you weren’t going to run away from it.

You friends weren’t very pleased with your decision and as you all decided to go back to your parents for dinner, Jin stood. “If you want to go back, I’m moving too. I’m not okay with you being alone, even if you have Jungkook as a friend to help.”

Taehyung and Namjoon both stood in agreement and you shook your head. “Guys you all have lives and jobs here, I’m not that far away you could just vis-“. “Y/n we could just visit hight now and look what happened! What happens if that man comes back and Jungkook isn’t there or what if you need help controlling your powers. I can always apply for jobs there with my qualifications and my life here? I mainly just have you all as friends.”

Jin was going to budge and you knew it. “If that’s what you insist on doing then fine but you’re not moving in with me.” You all cleaned up the makeshift table and you followed your friends out of the store while your father locked up.

“I’ll apartment search.” Jin huffed out and Namjoon said he’d be able to transfer colleges easily to the city with his GPA. Taehyung added that while he’d have to wait for his semester to end he’d be sure to go when it ended in a couple of months. It was now apparently decided that Jin would be giving his two weeks for work when he went in for his next shift and that him and Namjoon would be moving to the city soon, with Taehyung in tow in the coming months despite your disagreement. They assured you that you’d live your own life and they wouldn’t crowd you, they’d only be there when you needed them.

The drive to your parents house was filled in silence as you mulled over the fact that you had had a different set of birth parents. You still hoped that your power wouldn’t arise again and that you’d be able to continue living a normal life but part of you knew that would never happen. Jungkook had asked how you were feeling while he kept his eyes on the road ahead of you both and you mumbled out an ‘I don’t know’.

Pulling up to the wood and brick home you had grown up in, you exited the car with Jungkook in tow as your parents invited you all in.

Dinner had gone surprisingly well despite the obvious stress that resonated in each of you and hung over the home. As your best friends hugged you goodnight with a promise of ‘see you tomorrow’ and ‘I can’t be here when you leave in the morning but you bet your butt i’m serious with moving to the city’. Rolling your eyes at Jin you waved them off and turned to enter the warm home. The heat of the house warming your arms from the chilly late night air.

Jungkook had been scrolling through his phone when you reached him. “What’re you looking at?” You asked. “Looking for a nearby hotel so that I can come pick you up in the morning.” Your mom had overheard his answer and placed her open palm on his shoulder with a shake of her head. “Nonsense, you’re already here, might as well stay the night and save the hotel fee. i promise we have better breakfast too.” A chuckle lit her face and Jungkook gave in, not wanting to argue with your mom.

“Perfect, you can sleep in y/n’s room or the couch as the guest bedroom is currently being renovated from a few days ago when my lovely husband exploded an experimental ‘sudden shower’ potion that went awfully awry. Your mother hadn’t mentioned that in your daily texts and she shrugged at your questioning face and scrunched eyebrow.

Jungkook entered the living room with both of your bags that had been placed in his back seat earlier that day clutched into his right hand effortlessly.

You hugged both of your parents goodnight and led Jungkook to your downstairs room that had been secluded from the upstairs bedrooms. When you were about 15 you had pleaded with you parents to give you the downstairs bedroom and make your then bedroom an office or the guest bedroom. You stated that you needed to privacy and with nothing but a wall between rooms, you weren’t able to live your ‘teen life’. After many days of ‘No’s’, your mother had finally agreed to the switch when you reasoned with her that blasting your Whitesnake CD had always annoyed her nightly meditation. She still had threatened to kick your ass if she found any boy in your room without her knowledge to which you retorted with ‘what if i’m a lesbian’ to which girls were then treated in the same manor as possible male ‘corrupters’ of her daughter.

The overhead lights illuminated your bedroom as you gestured your hand to the door on the right. “The bathroom is over there in case you want to freshen up or anything.” With a nod of his head, Jungkook took his bag with him to the conjoined bathroom and you opened you overnight bag to pull the necessities you’d need for the night. You’d have to share your bed with Jungkook yet another night but you weren’t made uncomfortable by the idea in the slightest. In fact it was the total opposite, he had made you comfortable despite the tingles in the pit of your stomach he sometimes made you feel.

If you were being honest, it had been one hell of a few days, almost too much for one single person to take in. In the span of a little less than a week you had moved to a new city, got a new job, met a man that would later save your life, been attacked by a magick holder, come into a power you still wished would never resurface and learned that the couple that had raised you and been all you’d known as a family hadn’t been your biological parents. It was as if life was working way too fast and all you wanted was so be able to live a normal-is life or at the very least if all of this had to happen, could it at least happen over time? Not all within such a short period of time? The Goddess and God worked in mysterious ways and you tried to believe they had a plan for you.

With a quick prayer to the Great Mother you sat at the end of the bed and took a few deep breathes to center your chakras. The air pushing from your lungs acted as a metaphor for the stress literally being carried away by the element of air.

The door to your conjoined bathroom opened with a slight creek. Jungkook had kept the same plain T shirt as before but had changed his earlier pants for a pair of thin cotton deep blue pajama pants that hugged at his thighs when he sat on an empty side of your bed, the bed dipping slightly with his larger frame.

A clear of your throat kickstarted your motions as you made your way to your bathroom to get changed.

Your soft flannel pajama pants felt like heaven against your legs, the worn in fabric replacing your denim jeans. You relished in the clean feeling your cleanser had given your face as you brushed your teeth, the bristles working in tandem with the minty paste against your teeth and gums.

Patting the rose face oil over your skin as the last part of your skincare you bundled your worn clothes into a ball and tucked it under your arm. Clicking the light switch off you softly closed the door behind you and made your way to your overnight bag that sat next to your bed to place your bundle inside.

Your bottom slightly dipped into the mattress as you sat down on the other side of Jungkook who had been leaning back on your headboard with his cellphone in his hands. A soft glow from the nightstand lamp was cast over the man to your sides features as the overhead light had been turned off by the time you made your way out of your bathroom.

“Hey, I’m sorry for imposing. I just really didn’t want to turn down your mothers generosity.” Jungkooks body had turned towards yours slightly and you shook your head in answer. “You aren’t imposing at all. If anything, i’m sort for imposing on your life. I feel like I’ve drug you down this rabbit hole of sorts and you’ve been nothing but there for me. I know you told me to stop apologizing but still. Thank you for everything. Also, there’s no way my mom would’ve taken no for an answer if you had tried to turn down her offer.” A light chuckle escaped your lips as you both smiled.

Shifting under the thin covers your mother had replaced your plush comforter with you leaned your body down against the mattress and reached for your cellphone to set alarms and check your social media.

The bed further dipped as Jungkook mimicked your posture as he laid his larger frame against your shared space. You nodded when he asked if you had wanted the lamp off and soon the only light that illuminated the area came from each of your cellphone screens.

Your bedroom was soon shrouded in darkness as both of your devices now sat on either nightstand. The ebony haired man mumbled a set goodnight as his breath seemed to slow and even out. Exhaustion took over as your eyelids fluttered closed as you entered your dream world, this time instead of darkness, your dreams were filled with jars of herbs as your parents whipped up potions and laughter as your friends watched Taehyung fumble with bottles as he helped prepare the concoctions.

A heat crept up the side of your neck as you stirred awake. Leaning your body back slightly you sighed in comfort as a comfortable heat enveloped your back. Your actions were stopped short when a soft groan sounded against your ear, the arms that had been wrapped around your middle now gripped at your hips to still their shuffle backwards.

The chirping of birds was heard through the room but sunlight had failed to fully penetrate the thick curtains that covered the windows shrouding your room in a very dim light. Your eyes shot open at the groan that entered your eardrums and the soft vibrations against your back as the sound reverberated off of a strong chest. Your heart drummed against your ribcage as you tried to dislodge your body from the larger one behind you.

A pass of your bottom against something hard and protruding caused a familiar feeling of arousal to flood the pit of your stomach. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip and the fingers gripping onto your hips shifted to your stomach, palms flattening over the soft skin under your shirt.

“Don't move, I just…need to calm down” A deep voice mumbled from behind, a bit gravely from sleep which hadn’t helped the stewing hints of arousal that set itself into pit of your stomach.

Shifting your thighs slightly, your eyes clamped shut as you tried your best to steady your breathing before mumbling an answer. Afraid of the possible sounds that could try an escape your throat if you replied, you managed a slight nod.

The closeness of his body set your aflame and you felt yourself getting dizzy with a mixture of need and heat. A clench of your thighs caused your ass muscles to squeeze slightly and Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut with a bruising grip on your stomach.

He was really trying to keep himself from doing anything, given that you both were currently in your parents house and you undoubtably had gone through enough lately but the quiet whine that escaped your clenched lips caused his flattened palm to press you back against him.

With a short thrust of his hips, his covered bulge met the curve of your ass. The movement mixed with the clenching of your thighs caused a lovely friction against your core and you leaned your neck back against the curve of his shoulder as his hips repeated the motion.

Long fingers splayed themselves against your lower abdomen as your hips moved back to meet his short yet powerful pelvic movements. The cold metal of Jungkooks rings feeling like ice against your heated skin as your shirt rode higher up your torso.

A low groan came up from the depths of your throat as you ground your hips hard against Jungkooks moving ones. “Y/n, you’re playing with fire right now.” The husky voice sounding in your ear making you feel the ghost of lips over the shell of your ear.

“Maybe I wan’t to get burned.” If the groan Jungkook let out earlier was arousing, the sound that currently escaped his throat was almost enough to send you over the edge.

The hand that gripped your hip now trail down to your covered thighs, his fingers dipping into the soft flesh. The raise of your leg caused you to feel his clothed member more clearly and a thrust of his hips had you reaching up towards his scalp to tug at the silky black locks that covered his head.

“Fuc-“ “Y/n! Jungkook! Breakfast is ready.” The voice of your mom was heard from the other side of your bedroom door and as if in a trance you both sprung up from your positions on your bed.

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-C or Potittiess

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rockstar-angel · 3 years

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back alley blitz

summary: a few weeks have passed since their first meeting, and neither rose nor remy can seem to stop thinking about each other. rose finally manages to call remy, which leads to a brawl near the casino where they met last.

shippings: rosemary (rose x remy)

warnings: fight scene, cursing

word count: 2k

a/n: part 3 of the rosemary series!!! part 2 is here in case u missed it!!!

tags: @sealovinq @tuff-and-fluff @soulnottainted (if you wanna be added/removed lmk via asks or dm!)

This was her third phone since first trying to call his number. The first one, she hurled at the wall upon hearing his greeting; the second, she smashed on the ground after listening to him talk for a few moments; this time was the time she would actually talk.

Rose was holding the cellphone in her right hand, the card in her left. Her leg was tapping aggressively as she sat on the couch in her apartment, her thumb hovering over the dial button.

God, how did this happen. Why did this happen. She was supposed to kill him, and now she’s just hitting him up. Standing up off the couch with a noise of effort, she finally gathered the courage to hit the dial button.

When Gambit picked up, she blurted out what was at the front of her mind as fast as possible.

“What did you do to me.”

Gambit got yet another phone call. Usually he didn't get them since he changes phones often to maintain anonymity, despite being an attention hog.

He picked up his phone, and before he could offer a sultry "hellohello~" he was cut off.

He was stunned silent for a moment.

"I, uh... I'm sorry, who is dis? Yer gonna hafta be more specific, I've done lotsa things to lotsa people."

He said nonchalantly as he crossed his leg over the other and leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. He pouted in thought, face scrunched up as he tried to remember.

Rose bit her lip and held the cellphone away from her as she stomped her paw on the ground angrily. She then pulled the phone back to her ear, forcing herself to respond.

“I- I can’t… get you out of my head, you bastard, what did you do?!”

With that line, it clicked. Gambit smiled widely as his face flushed. He grabbed a card from the table and flipped it between his fingers happily. He didn't want to expose that he knew it was her though, otherwise she might hang up.

"Woooaah, no need to be hostile. Jus' looks like I've caught somebody’s eye."

He said, the smirk practically evident in his tone.

Rose rolled her eyes as if he could see her. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock, I can’t do anything without thinking of you.” She blurted, her mouth moving faster than her brain could keep up with. If it was any other circumstance, she probably would’ve been able to tell from the tone in his voice that he knew who she was, but her judgement was clouded. He had that affect on her, and she absolutely hated it.

"Sadly, I'm unable to help with dat predicament. Howeva', I will say dat I'm in a similar boat myself. You've been runnin' through my mind too, mon petit minou.”

Gambit lowered his voice slightly as his words gained more and more genuine feeling and his face grew redder. He continued to absentmindedly flick the card through his fingers, when he caught himself wishing her fingers were entangled with his. He dropped the card at that sudden thought and shook his head. Clear the thoughts, like rolling a dice.

Fuck. It took all of Rose’s strength and then some not to just crush the phone, or hurl it at the wall like she’d done to one of the other phones. She could feel her heart speeding up and a purr catch in her throat and she desperately tried to swallow it before speaking again; she knew if she tried to talk, her voice would merely be a squeak. She held the phone away from her face again as she drew a long breath, calming herself as much as possible before she spoke again.

“When can I see you again.” She asked—though it sounded more like a demand—her voice low as her tail thrashed back and forth behind her.

"Excusez-moi?"

Gambit said, more shocked than anything.

She wanted to see him again.

He bit his lip to stifle a cry of joy. Instead he hit the air a couple times, as though he were hitting an invisible punching bag. He brought the phone back up to his face and picked up the card, still flipping it wildly.

“You heard me!” Rose barked, forcing herself to keep from shouting; her neighbors had to deal with enough loudness from her as is. “I need to hit you or something.” She growled, making a face as she said it.

Gambit sat in silence for a moment, thinking. He tapped his chin with the card before speaking again.

"Well, I've got a lil’ somethin' tonight. Bank heist, nuthin' special. De one dats near de casino, can't miss it. Dere’s a lotta alleyways, find one ‘n I'll meet ya dere."

He said with a smile at his own brilliant idea. It wasn't that brilliant at all but he only cared about having her attention.

Rose flipped shut her cellphone, staring into space for a few moments. What the hell did she get herself into. Why did she have such a tendency to get roped into things against her will.

Oh well, it gave her something to do. She hung her head with a long sigh, slipping her cellphone into her back pocket and throwing on her jacket before heading out.

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It wasn’t hard to miss him, the flashy bastard. Rose scrunched her nose. What kind of thief did he think he was? And how in god’s name had he not been caught yet?

Shaking her head as she walked towards him, her breathing shook slightly before she took a longer breath, not even giving him to time to get half his greeting out before she socked him in the face.

"Oh hel-"

Remy stumbled back as she punched him, holding a hand to his already bleeding nose.

"Straight to de point, are we? A’ight, let's see whatcha got."

He said with a smirk despite already looking beaten. He brought out his deck of cards and set them aflame with energy, tossing them down at his opponent.

Rose bared her teeth, growling lowly as she leapt backwards to dodge. She then jumped up to grab Gambit’s ankle, slamming him back down to the ground.

“Uh-uh. No mutation bullshit. Hand-to-hand or I’m leaving.” She said, a smirk tugging at the sides of her face for once.

"W’uh oh."

Gambit muttered after he recovered from being slammed to the ground. He was strong, but he wasn't Wolverine type strong. In fact, he was scared Rose was going to snap him like a toothpick.

He put the rest of his cards in his pocket and raised his fists more or less nervously. He didn't want to hit her, but he also didn't feel like being beaten half to death. In the time it took him to think about his options, he had already been punched in the jaw, sending him flying.

"You've got a mean swing-"

He was going to say something quippy when she attacked again.

“Thanks.” Rose responded half-sarcastically before throwing another hit at Gambit then backing off to defend. Her grin was evident now.

“Don’t worry about hitting me, cher. I’m not a girl, you don’t gotta worry about breaking your code of honor or whatever the fuck.” She jeered, her tail already thrashing as she waited for her opponent to make a move.

Gambit’s eyes widened at that. Cher. His face flushed a bright red and he was forever grateful that it was so dimly lit. But, wait, if Rose was a cat, couldn't she see in the dark? Gambit didn't have time to answer his own question. He sat up and wiped the blood from his face.

"A’ight then, note to self, don't underestimate de angel.”

He smirked before rushing to try and tackle her. He knew he weighed more than her, but she was faster, she dodged and he fell to the ground.

He quickly sat up and went to swing at her face, although it was dark so he couldn't see much; he was more likely to hit a wall than her.

Rose grunted as Gambit’s fist collided with her shoulder, sending her tumbling to the left before she rolled over into a crouching position.

“More like a demon if you ask me.” She muttered under her breath, giving no context before standing up and pacing back towards him, throwing an uppercut at his chin.

Gambit was thrown backwards, obviously tired but stubborn as ever. He held himself against the wall, face bruised and red with blood and blush.

“Oh petit ange, can’t you see your wings and divine figure? How could you be a demon?”

He asked with genuine curiosity, expression slightly sad that she thought of herself that way.

Rose stood still, other than her form heaving slightly from being tired, as she stared at Gambit with an unreadable expression. She then looked down at her hands, her knuckles darkened from the repeated impacts and slightly stained with blood. Her eyes widened a little before she looked back at Gambit, now holding a completely different exterior.

A defense mechanism.

“Can’t you tell? Do I need to beat you up even more? I will.” She pressed jokingly to deflect from having to tell the truth. They’d be there all night if she explained all the reasons why she felt that way, and frankly, she’d probably kill him before she’d finish.

"Doin' bad things don't make you a bad person. Just like doin' good things doesn't make you a good one."

Gambit said between pants. He was still trying to catch his breath.

"You can beat me up more, if you wanna."

He said genuinely, his expression slightly saddened. There seemed to be so much more to her than he first thought. Kinda like him.

He held his hands up and walked to Rose, showing defeat. When he stumbled close enough, he grabbed something from his pocket and gently and slowly wrapped one of her hands in his, placing whatever he had in her palm. He spoke softly, still holding her hand.

"I think you're de closest thing to an angel I've ever seen."

He said softly, his eyes averted and face flushed.

Rose’s eyes widened and her face tinted red. She stayed still for a few moments before yanking her hand away, turning away and trying to use the collar of her jacket to conceal her blush.

That felt so nice. Why did that feel so nice. Why was he being nice to her.

Her head was clouded and fuzzy with thoughts that didn’t quite feel like her own as she slowly and tentatively opened her palm to look at what he’d given her.

Gambit took a deep breath and put his hands in his pockets. He turned to walk out of the alleyway, talking back at Rose on his way out.

"Don't let de cops see it. But I have a feelin' you avoid cops anyway, so."

When he made it to the sidewalk, he twirled back to Rose and bowed at her dramatically before walking away.

As he walked back to whatever place he was staying for the week, he thought about how he’d given the most expensive piece of jewelry away to impress someone. His "father" would have lectured him til his ears bled.

Gambit escaped him and he still has moments that remind him of his "dad" but he was free now.

He smiled softly at imagining her wearing that necklace as he walked back to his abode happily.

Rose couldn’t find the words to respond to Gambit when he said his goodbyes. She sent a look back at him before looking at what he’d put in her palm.

What she found was a diamond necklace and yet another card he’d written on, but this time it said ‘same time same place next week?’

It was subconscious, it was genuine, and she forced herself to stop when she realized; but for a moment, she was smiling.

#hehe funnie f.nf reference in the title :]#it is 1:10am my eyes are burning hsjdbsj #[ r.selfship — rosemary ]#art.exe #self ship #self shipping #self ship writing #self ship art #self ship community

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poisonedapples · 4 years

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Lasting Impressions - Chapter One: Three Hours Before

Summary: Virgil makes a good friend at the weirdest time of day; four in the morning, where everyone and their dog is fast asleep. However, deciding to befriend that person ends up getting him into a lot more trouble than he could ever suspect. His new friend ended up going missing that same night. And Virgil was the last person to see him alive.

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, missing people, nightmares and anxiety, mentions of death, mentions of murder (regarding Disney characters), blood, mentions of drunkenness/alcohol, and swearing

Pairings: Familial Royality, platonic Prinxiety that still flirt with each other in this chapter

Word Count: 4,307

Notes: Heed the warnings, as this story (although not mentioned a lot in this chapter) will contain missing people, kidnapping, and its fair share of violence as we go along the story. Always read chapter triggers before you dive in, and if there’s a chapter or scene you can’t read, you can always DM me for a less graphic or trigger free version of it.

It was 3:51 AM when Virgil felt himself jolt awake in a cold sweat.

He frantically turned his bedside table lamp on, ignoring the pain of the blinding light on his adjusting eyes. It wasn’t often he got nightmares anymore, but God when he did, they were horrible. He could always barely remember what it was about; something with not being able to scream and a weird creature chasing him, but nothing more than that. Instead he was left to shake in his bed and attempt to breathe in for four seconds.

In for four...hold for seven- fuck, wait-...four...hold for seven…come on! In for four...sev- Are you fucking kidding me!?

Virgil jumped out of bed, ignoring the weakness in his legs and shakiness of his arms and threw on his hoodie and a pair of jeans. He only bothered with putting on a sports bra, instead of trying to breathe in his binder, then stuffed his phone in his pocket and walked out his bedroom door. He was careful not to slam it to not alert his roommate Elliott, instead quietly scooting himself to the front door of their apartment. Despite his haste, he double checked to make sure he locked the door before going down the apartment steps. Like always, Elliott would be none the wiser.

Virgil walked out to the front of the apartments and took a left down the block. His body was still shaking, but the fresh air always helped.

It’s fine. You’re fine.

...It’s gonna be another one of these days, isn’t it?

Virgil sighed. Anxiety was always the worst. Sometimes, all it took was for you to wake up in a certain mood and hope it was gone by the next day. He’d certainly gotten better over the years when it came to nightmares and having to run away at terrible times in the night, but disorders never completely went away. Not that he’d heard of, at least.

The air had a different feeling to it outside. Fall was cooling the atmosphere and giving Virgil a kind of contentment he could only reach in this time of year. Halloween decorations had filled store shelves before September ended, though none of those stores were open at this time in the early morning. Instead, Virgil walked down the street and occupied himself with looking at street lights and the occasional car passing by.

The very, very occasional car.

Virgil plucked his earbuds out of his hoodie pocket and plugged them into his phone, putting a random playlist on scramble to drown out the eerie silence. Everything was so quiet at this time. Usually in the city, the streets would be so noisy Virgil was more at risk of a sensory overload than being this kind of uneasy. In a way, walking alone in the dark was the worst way to recover from a nightmare, no matter how many times it became his solution. He felt watched.

...Shut up, no, don’t think like that. No panic attacks for you. Not in the middle of the damn street.

Virgil pressed his earbuds deeper into his ears, as if that could muffle his thoughts the same way it damaged his hearing.

At least the air was a nice change of pace. Fresh air always helped him when he felt like he couldn’t breathe, and now the chills in his body could be explained with a different reason. Even if it really wasn’t that cold outside.

Virgil felt the cold bring a sudden wind to the back of his feet. He almost jumped three feet in the air as his mind raced with thoughts of someone’s chasing you, but as he looked around, no one was there.

He saw something move in the corner of his eye and jumped again.

Virgil kept deathly still, like any sudden movement would bring this mysterious shadow to kill him. The only thing keeping him sane was the emo music blasting through his earbuds, the rest looking like something out of one of his horror movies.

He saw something in the corner of his eye again, shooting to look at the black blob right next to his foot. He took a sudden, sharp breath to stop himself from screaming such a sketchy time of night and darted his head around to find the source.

Underneath Virgil’s feet was a very offended looking squirrel. Before he could smack himself in the face for being an idiot, the creature scurried away and disappeared in a dark alleyway.

Virgil rubbed at his eyes. Jesus, he thought, I’m really on edge. It’s just a damn squirrel.

Still, Virgil turned around and walked faster until the alleyway was out of his sight. He sighed and attempted to calm himself down a little, but his chest still felt ready to burst from all the fear. He breathed in deeply, then out again.

His hands still shook, but it was okay.

Everything is alright.

He paused his speed walk long enough to continue his breathing patterns. He focused on the feeling of nighttime air instead of the what-ifs. He looked up to gaze at the dim stars, barely visible from so much light pollution, but still a soothing presence. With each time he counted a second of breathing in, he counted another star in the sky. The sight of twinkling lights with a bright moon in the sky was more than calming. It reminded him of the nights he’d spend on his parents roof, looking up and not bothering to think about what was down on Earth.

Up there, everything was quiet. Peaceful. There was no sound or responsibility. No student loans or nightmares, only emptiness with chunks of rock and gas. The chaos was too far away for you to really be bothered with it, you could watch from afar and be completely safe on your own floating rock. Out there, nothing mattered.

Virgil closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. Everything is quiet. Everything would be okay.

The peacefulness was all that really mattered.

“Why hello, handsome!”

“Fuck!”

Virgil’s whole body jolted like an electric shock when an unexpected hand touched his shoulder. He yanked his earbuds out and turned to his attacker with wide eyes, fully ready to fucking slice the dude.

The idiot only smiled and waved. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you so badly! Are you alright?”

Virgil blinked. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine, thanks.”

Before he could put his earbuds back in, the guy put both his hands on Virgil’s biceps and pulled his arms down. Virgil was fully ready to knock his teeth out and make a run for it, but before he could reel his arm back, he noticed blood and scratches all over the guy’s face.

Virgil did a double take at him long enough for the guy to get his damn hands off of him and smile. “I mean more than you being okay after I scared you. You seem to be quite on edge in general.”

Bitch, why do you care? “Well, it’s the asscrack of night, better be safe than sorry if you don’t wanna get murdered.”

He laughed. “Fair point, fair point. And what are you doing out at a time you call ‘the asscrack of night’, as you so elegantly worded it?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “How about it’s none of your business?”

The guy put his hand on his chest in feign offense. “So cruel to me! Here I was, trying to be a humble citizen and help you out, and this is the thanks I get?”

He rolled his eyes. “Get used to disappointment. The only reason I didn’t pummel you is because you look like a wreck.”

The guy put a hand to his face. “Is it the blood?”

“It’s definitely the blood.”

“Ugh, I suppose that’s what I get for trying to have a good time so late in the night! I’ll admit, I’m exhausted and also a little buzzed. So maybe trying to befriend a cat at 3 in the morning wasn’t my greatest idea.”

“It looks like that cat wanted to gut you alive.”

“... I’m not the best with animals.”

Virgil couldn’t help but roll his eyes and laugh. Something about a tipsy guy trying to flirt after being attacked by a cat was hilarious. “You sound like an idiot.”

“Just a little bit! But that’s what’s so endearing about me, I like to imagine.”

“You keep imagining then, Princey.”

The guy seemed to freeze in place. “... Princey?”

Virgil’s eyes widened, awkwardly coughing to try and play himself off as collected. Damnit Virgil, play it off! “Well I don’t know your name, and you sound like a spoiled, dramatic prince, so… You’re Princey now.”

The guy chuckled. Nailed it. “I guess that makes sense, I am very dramatic. But that’s just what makes me wonderful.”

“You tell yourself that.”

Virgil started to walk ahead of Princey, only for him to stumble over his feet to keep his pace with Virgil. At least he wasn’t too drunk, and he certainly didn’t seem harmless. Of course, Virgil hadn’t known him that long, but right now he just seemed like a major dork who wanted to talk to someone.

Relatable, honestly.

The guy kept his pace next to Virgil, though staying a reasonable distance away before standing up proudly and smiling again. “Though if you want to know my real name...it’s Roman. Roman Goldsberry.”

Virgil hummed. “S’up Roman. I’m not telling you my name, though.”

Roman gasped. “Why not!?”

“Because I’m not gonna make it that easy for you to find where I live and murder me.”

Roman shrugged and nodded his head. “Okay, fair. I guess.”

“Maybe if I meet you in a less sketchy place, I’ll consider telling you my name.”

“I suppose I’ll have to call you something else until then. Something that suits you.”

“Oh really? What do you think suits me?” Virgil asked.

“Something dark and brooding, maybe with a dash of paranoia. After all, that hoodie you have is quite the emo aesthetic.”

“You picked up my vibes pretty quickly there, damn.”

“I have many talents! Now, as for something to call you…” Roman seemed to think about it for a long time, “...I think I’ll call you Emo Nightmare!”

Virgil reeled. “...Thank you. Best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

Roman pouted like a toddler who dropped their candy. “Compliment!? Well now I can’t call you that! If you’re going to be so rude to me, then I should be able to be rude back!”

Virgil smirked, “Really now? Go ahead then, make a nickname that offends me.”

Roman seemed to think about it again, “Gerard Wayward?”

“Clever, but I don’t think you know what wayward means.”

“I’m only warming up! How about Brad Pitiful?”

“That one’s just funny.”

“Count Woelaf!”

“My feelings have yet to be hurt.”

“Surly Temple? JD-lightful? Incredible Sulk?”

“Literally where the fuck are you getting these?”

Roman put his hands on his hips. “I’m good at improv! Oh! What about Henry Ravens-brood?”

Virgil put an offended hand to his chest. “Now that one is mean. Congrats Princey, you just offended me.”

Roman clapped his hands together. “Fantastic! I knew I could- wait...you know Phantom Manor?”

Virgil shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a Disney fan.”

“You? A fan of fairytales and magic? I find that hard to believe based on your everything.”

“You barely even know me dude, don’t give yourself so much credit.” Virgil tried not to smile at Roman’s dramaticized offense. “And that’s way too much of an oversimplification for Disney. I mean seriously, Constance Hatchaway fucking murdered ten of her husbands! Who even marries that many people?”

“I’ll have you know that she had five husbands, not ten! Also that hardly counts, it’s a ride all about ghosts! Of course people have to die!”

“Doesn’t mean she had to hack them to death. They could have toned down the axe murdering part.”

“Please, that’s nothing compared to the scene where Mufasa gets trampled. It’s not like you watch the murder happen, you only see it implied with the paintings and when her bouquet turns into an axe on the ride!”

Virgil smirked. “So you admit that Disney can get dark sometimes.”

Roman scoffed, seemingly at a loss of words. “I never said that!”

“You literally just said that Mufasa’s death scene is really dark.”

“It was a necessary part of the plot! Simba would have grown up to be a selfish king who only cared for power if he didn’t have to save everyone from Scar!”

“Doesn’t change the fact that it’s super dark and not just ‘fairytales and magic’, Princey.”

Roman did an overdramatic, offended gasp as his hand went to his chest once again. Is that the only emotion this dude knows? “I can not believe you! Twisting my words in such a fiendish way!”

“Seriously dude, are you a clown or some shit as your day job? Because the way you act is kind of hilarious.”

The offense dropped from Roman’s face almost immediately, replaced with a soft, yet still prideful smile better fit for this time at night. “I’m going to ignore the clown part and say that actually, I’m an actor for the community theater only a couple blocks from here. That usually tends to explain my behavior to people.”

“Sounds about right, yeah. You any good?” Virgil asked.

“I like to imagine so! In three days from now, I’ll be playing the lead of Fiddler on the Roof for our fall musical! I’m usually too busy to make the bigger shows, but I tried my best to find the time this year.” Roman’s proud smile faltered for a moment into something softer, more sad. Like he was suddenly grieving a lost memory. “...Though I might end up having to miss it after all.”

Virgil tilted his head to the side. “Why’s that?”

Roman shrugged, and for a second, Virgil could see past the dramatics and pride. He looked lonely, almost. “Personal stuff. Since you won’t even tell me your name, I believe I’m inclined to keep that information to myself.”

“You always tease people this much?”

Roman chuckled. “Not usually. But I am exhausted, so maybe I’m a little slap happy.”

Virgil pulled out his phone to look at the time. 4:19 AM. Holy shit. “Yeah, no wonder. It’s late as shit, and I gotta wake up at eleven today.”

“I think maybe you should go home then. I would offer to walk you, but considering you won’t say your name, I doubt you’ll let me know your address.”

“You got that right. You should go home too, before someone kidnaps you.”

Roman stopped suddenly, right below a street light. He turned around to face Virgil with such a sad smile, but Virgil couldn’t tell if that was from exhaustion or not. He looked at Virgil so softly for a long moment in a way that made him feel vulnerable. “Perhaps you’re right, but don’t worry your angsty heart about it, I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, fair.”

“Though, you are making me think, Emo Nightmare.”

Virgil tried his hardest not to blush. “Think about what?”

“Maybe you would like to see the show?” Roman asked, “I won’t be able to participate, but I’d love to hear how it went. And if you like Disney, maybe you can appreciate a classic musical as well.”

Virgil shrugged. “I mean, maybe. What days?”

Roman straightened his maroon polo and brushed nonexistent dirt off one of his sleeves. “If you go to the Sanders Community Theater website, it’ll show you all the details. I would tell you myself, but it’s a lot of information, and I really need to be heading out, sadly.”

Virgil took one last look at Roman. Even with a scratched up face and knuckles, he still looked like the softest person Virgil could ever meet. He was dramatic yet funny, and he didn’t seem to actually want to cause any harm. If anything, he just seemed like a humble idiot who wanted to make a friend late at night. Considering Roman also called him handsome, maybe he wanted a little bit more, but Virgil didn’t really mind. For someone who was tipsy and exhausted at four in the morning, Roman seemed like a good guy.

Maybe he’s not so bad.

“I’ll, uh…” Virgil hesitated, “I’ll be sure to check it out if I can. We all need a break sometimes.”

“We do.” Roman whispered.

“Yeah, so go home and get some sleep. I know you’re tipsy, but don’t get yourself murdered by being out here all night.”

Roman let out a tired sigh, looking behind himself as if to check if he could see his destination from where he stood. “You’re right about that, Jack Skellington. But I have one more pit stop to make, so don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing.”

“If you say so, I guess.”

Roman turned back to Virgil. “Though, if you’re interested...maybe you and I could swap phone numbers? So you can tell me about the show if you see it, and so our destined crossing on a raven black night doesn’t go to waste?”

Virgil snorted. “Raven black night?”

“I’m tired, shush. Let me be my own type of poetic.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, I guess.”

Roman took out his phone and pressed a couple buttons before handing it to Virgil. Virgil stared at it before taking it with a smirk. “...Android, huh?”

Roman didn’t just roll his eyes, he rolled his entire head. “Oh, shush and put in the darn number!”

Virgil laughed but did as he was told anyway, putting in his number and saving the contact as Emo Nightmare before handing it back to Roman.

Roman smiled at the name so fondly Virgil’s heart almost broke. This dude’s gonna be pretty damn disappointed when he finds out my name is fucking Virgil, of all things. “Do you mind if I send you a text to make sure it works?”

“Nope.” Virgil said with a popped p.

Though, instead of sending a random letter or a hello like a normal fucking person, Roman posed under the street light and held his phone up for a selfie. He ran his hands through his hair in a fruitless attempt to fix its messiness but eventually gave up, smiling for the camera and dropping the pose long enough for Virgil to feel his phone buzz in his pocket.

Virgil pulled it out:

Unknown sent a photo

Unknown: Make sure to remember this beautiful face :P

He shook his head with disapproval, but also to hide his smile behind the safety of movement. “Seriously?”

“Don’t you worry Beetlejuice, you’ll get used to it after knowing me for long enough.” Roman tried to flip his hair back, but considering it was way too short to do so, it was a fail. “Though if I don’t respond to any texts you may send these next few days, don’t worry too much about it. I’m going to be awfully busy and won’t have my phone on me.”

“Alright, noted.” Virgil sighed and put his phone in his pocket. “Talk to you later then, Princey?”

“I sure hope so. Though, Brad Pitiful?”

“Pretty sure you already said that one, but yeah?”

“It’s 4:24 AM right now. Don’t forget that number. Considering it’s the time you last saw me, I’m sure it has some kind of luck to it.”

Virgil almost physically facepalmed at that. “You have such an ego.”

“It’s what people love about me!” Roman laughed as he dropped the overexaggerated smile for a second to replace it with seriousness. “Though, I am serious about you seeing the show. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you. I’ll look into it at least, promise. Though for now, I’m fucking tired and I gotta go.”

Roman hummed, and without another word, the two turned in opposite directions to head to their next destination. Which for Virgil, was straight to bed until he woke up wondering if all of this was a fever dream. He did hear one last thing be called out to him: “So long, Dark and Stormy Night!”

Virgil didn’t respond, he only waved behind himself and hoped Roman saw it. When he turned the corner and was for sure away from Roman’s sight, he pulled out his phone and went to his contacts.

New contact added: Prince Underarm Stink

Satisfied with himself, Virgil walked the next couple blocks back to his apartment. Once he opened the door, he crashed onto his bed without bothering to change, letting sleep overcome his body as fast as it had woke him up in the first place.

I’ll text him tomorrow morning, he thought, just to test it out. Even if he doesn’t respond.

That was the last thing Virgil thought before he fell right to sleep.

***

It had been three days since the night Virgil met Roman. He’s sent one text every morning since then, but had yet to get a response to any of them. Considering Roman said he would be busy, he wasn’t too worried. If Roman didn’t respond in more than a week, though, he would consider himself ghosted.

Oh well, it was a stretch thinking the cute guy I met at 4 AM would text me back anyway.

On the third morning, Virgil sent a text saying You there yet??? Lol, before packing up his stuff and starting to walk to his classroom campus.

The walk was normal, nothing but other college students bumping into each other on the street and in the hallways until he made it to his classroom, leaning back in his seat and checking his phone.

No text messages, but he did have a couple notifications on Tumblr. Not surprising, but it was still something to occupy himself with.

A few more kids entered the classroom, stopping in the doorway right behind Virgil. “D’you know anything about this?” One of them asked.

“Nope. The guy doesn’t look familiar.” The other said.

“Damn. A ten thousand dollar reward would do wonders for a college loan.”

Virgil slowly lowered his phone back into his pocket at the sound of cash. With this amount of eavesdropping, he felt like a cartoon character with their ear growing five times in size.

“That could pay one year’s worth of a dorm. Ten grand doesn’t do shit for loans anymore.”

“Still dude, that’s ten grand you don’t gotta work for. I wish I had that.”

“Then go looking for information on this guy, I guess.”

The first guy laughed. “Maybe! I hope they find him, though. It’s always sad to hear about missing people. They usually find their bodies, like, a month later.”

“Yeah, well, people are fucked up. Now come on, I need your notes.”

“Again!? Dude, you’re a damn mooch.”

The two voices faded away to Virgil’s left as they walked away. Once the two guys sat down, Virgil turned around to squint at a paper he hadn’t noticed when he first walked in, even getting out of his chair to take a better look.

Though the moment he got closer, Virgil felt his stomach fill with lead.

Missing: Roman Goldsberry. Last seen October 2nd. Virgil stared at it for a suspicious amount of time. His eyes were widened like a bug ready to be squashed, ripping the paper off the wall and taking a closer look. No matter how many times he squished the paper to his face and examined every letter written, the facts were logically unmistakable. This is the guy I met.

The guy I met on October 3rd.

Virgil wanted to vomit. It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t be. Stuff like this doesn’t just happen, you don’t meet someone only for them to go missing that same fucking day!

Is this why he wasn’t responding to his phone!? Because someone grabbed him off the street and locked him in a truck!? Because he’s somewhere in the middle of the woods, probably being tortured right this second!?

It isn’t him. It can’t be. I’m remembering it wrong. Missing people just freak me out. They’re not. The same. Person.

Virgil felt a lightbulb go off in his head. The photo.

Roman took a photo of himself before they parted ways. He’d even said not to forget his face with that stupid egotistical smile that made Virgil wanna roll his eyes so far they went into the back of his head.

Grabbing his phone was like trying to grab an ice cube off the floor, but Virgil managed it, shakily opening his phone and going into his recent contacts.

Picture, picture, picture...there!

Virgil put his phone and the paper on his desk and compared them. Same hair color. Same hair style. Same smile. Same eyes. The only difference is the clothing.

He didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to pick apart every possible difference in the photos until he somehow managed to convince himself they were different people. But there was no way. Even in his hysteria, there was no way he could ignore that he had seen someone hours before their possible demise.

...He couldn’t stay here listening to a lecture. He didn’t care about his grade tanking because of a zero on attendance, or about the homework he’d miss turning in if he left, he had to do something. He had to help somehow, even if Virgil didn’t know exactly what he was doing.

The professor had just stepped in front of the class and started to speak. Virgil grabbed his bag and didn’t hear a word that was said.

He ran out the door and didn’t come back.

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The Start of Something New || myg

The third and final installment to Cheers If You Agree!

Summary: “Are you fucking kidding me?” Maybe you were wrong, maybe you really were being set up. In a long winded prank and there was a camera hidden somewhere to capture your embarassment. Had someone been pretending to be him this whole time?

Someone better call Nev Schulman because you were being motherfucking catfished.”

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings/Genre: Idol!Yoongi. Fan!Reader. Some cursing. Fluff. So much fluff omg. Drabble.

A/N: Writing this made me uwu omg why am I so soft in the club right now.

All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.

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The lights inside the coffee shop were dim. So much so, that the first thought that popped into your mind was that it was closed. That you’d been set-up.

Or maybe that was just the nerves kicking in and overriding your common sense. Because you knew that you weren’t being set-up to make a fool of yourself. You had the texts and the phone calls and the snapchat’s to prove it.

The second thought to enter your mind was holy fuck you were really about to do this.

Taking a deep breath to fill your lungs with the surprisingly clean air of downtown Seoul, you opened your eyes to look at your reflection in the shop window. Luckily, the blinds were closed so no one could see as your fingers scrambled to smooth down the stray wisps of hair and fix your already perfect sweater collar. Also, you really needed to figure out how to wipe the nervous expression from your face. Because it wouldn’t be good to meet him for the first time looking like an absolute train wreck.

Him.

Min-fucking-Yoongi. World famous rapper. 1/7 of Bangtan Sonyeondan.

The same man you’d been in contact with everyday for the past month. How had it all happened? Well, Twitter DM’s turned into the exchanging of KakaoTalk IDs, which after a week turned into the first phone call of many. And then, well, there you were: standing outside in the warmth of the setting sun like a statue.

Cars passed by behind you and you watched their morphed reflection as you attempted to get ahold of yourself. After a few moments of deep breaths and meditative breathing, you finally reached out to grasp the handle on the front door and--

It was locked.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Maybe you were wrong, maybe you really were being set up. In a long winded prank and there was a camera hidden somewhere to capture your embarassment. Had someone been pretending to be him this whole time?

Someone better call Nev Schulman because you were being motherfucking catfished.

With lips pursed and eyes narrowed, you started to reach into your purse to pull out your phone to send off a very angrily worded text message when the sound of a door popping open caught your attention. But it wasn’t from the one in front of you, no. It came from the alleyway to your left and your neck twisted at the noise.

A head of dark hair peaked through the small door opening and looked both ways before finally glancing in your direction. You didn’t recognize him, had never seen that man a day in your life. But by the black apron tied around his neck and the shop’s name embezzled across the chest, you figured that he worked in the same coffee shop that you were trying to get into.

The man--boy, perhaps?--looked young. With bangs parted to reveal his forehead and pale pink lips parted as his brown eyes narrowed on you, he stood tall. And you were about ten seconds away from asking why he was staring at you when he leaned even further out of the side door to whisper:

“Are you her?”

Blinking in confusion, your head tilted to the side. “Huh?”

He licked his lips and glanced nervously around him before speaking again, voice hushed. “You know, her. The one.”

Were you about to be propositioned for marriage by a dude you didn’t even know? Oh god, what if he’d been the one to catfish you?

At your uncomprehending stare, he lifted a hand from the void behind the door and gestured inside. “Are you here to meet...’ya know? Him.”

It clicked.

How it had taken so long, you had no idea. But your eyebrows shot into your hair and you really hoped that the two of you were on the same page or else things would get real awkward real fast.

“Yeah.” You nodded slowly, fingers tightening around the straps of your purse in aprehension.

The boy seemed to deflate, tension visibly bleeding from his shoulders as he stepped further outside and held the door open for you. And when you failed to move, he waved you forward. “Come on in. He’s waiting for you.”

How very James Bond.

You walked forward slowly, muscles tense just in case that boy was crazy and tried to pull something. But he didn’t even move until it was to follow you inside, the door banging shut behind both of you. Though you were too busy taking in the interior of the coffee shop to notice. It was beautiful. From the brick wall finish, to the pretty overhead lights and the soft music playing, to the gentle warmth that heated the air from a crackling fireplace.

The calm, quiet atmosphere paried with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods was almost enough to calm you.

“Through here.” You almost jumped at the voice coming from behind.

The boy--barista--passed you in the short hallway and gestured for you to follow. And you did, the sound of your shoes tap-tap-tapping on the wood floor syncing with your heartbeat pounding a mealody-less beat in your eardrums. With every step that you took, every empty table that you passed until you followed the boy as he turned left, brought on a fresh wave of nerves.

And when he reached a closed door in the back and stepped to the side to let you pass, you were practically a mess. As if sensing your internal dilemma, the barista smiled gently and stepped away to let you have a moment. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.”

You could only nod as you watched him disappear back around the corner. And took a deep breath to steel your nerves. This was it. Once you opened that door there was no turning back. No ignoring the flutter in your stomach whenever his name popped up on your phone screen. No pretending like you weren’t falling for a man that you’d never even met.

The door handle was cool beneath your fingers and you twisted it down and pushed it open before you could second guess yourself. Talk yourself out of it. Somehow force yourself to believe that this wouldn’t turn out well. That you were being stupid, an idiot, a--

A pair of dark, wide catlike eyes peered up at you, pinned you down in the doorway. And a beat of silence passed in which the two of you just stared each other down like you were caught in some kind of k-drama. In which the air stilled, humming as if in a dream. But god, if you were, you really didn’t want to wake up.

Because Min Yoongi sat on a comfortable looking bench tucked into a booth in the corner. The room was small, intimate, made for couples who wanted privacy away from prying eyes. Not that you were a couple! Even though you kind-of-not-so-secretly wished that you were. But you weren’t. You were friends.

Yeah, friends.

Though friends didn’t have their heart jump-started by the way their friend looked adorable-yet-so-freaking-handsome in a white long-sleeved sweater and black pants. Nor did someone have a kaleidoscope of butterflies take flight in their stomach due to a soft smile spreading across their friend’s lips. Didn’t wonder what they may feel like pressed against your own.

Whatever thing stopped time, halted reality for a moment, broke as Min Yoongi slowly stood to greet you. He ran a hand through his dark hair, tongue wetting his lips almost nervously. And gummy smile made an appearance, puffing up his soft cheeks.

“You’re here.” Even his voice was more perfect in person. Deep and soothing with a lazy drawl that drew his words together like calligraphy.

“I’m here.” And frozen apparently. Because you couldn’t seem to pry yourself from the doorway.

Shit, what were you supposed to do in situations like these? Hug him? Give him a handshake? A nod of your head? Why was there not a handbook on how to greet someone you’d bared your soul to virtually, but never in person.

The same conflict seemed to occur to Yoongi, if the flickering of emotion in his eyes was anything to go by. But then he seemed to make a decision and lifted his arms slowly, shyly. “It’s nice to see you. Finally.”

You legs unfroze themselves at his silent invitation and you crossed the room in only a few short steps. And as you stepped into his embrace, and his arms wound around your waist and the comforting scent of Yoongi overtook your senses along with his warmth, your nerves dissolved. The worry, anxiety, thoughts of what-if left your mind the second the gentle fragrance of his shampoo caressed your nose and refused to let you go.

The same way he seemed almost reluctant to do so.

But he did, stepped back to flash you another gummy smile and a feeling of something took root deep in your chest.

“It’s nice to see you too.”

Because it was.

And as Yoongi gestured for you to take a seat and the door opened to reveal the barista, you understood just what that something was.

The start of something new.

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a-jynx · 4 years

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Stuck On A Heart String | Ch. 7: We’ve Got This.

“So won’t you stay a moment? “Why would I stay with you…?” “Because… I’ll pull your heart strings.”

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It’d been days since the… Incident happened. Billy kept to himself, not looking at Steve for too long, taking drink orders with little interest, barely noticing the death glares from the band while they packed up and Carol’s constant nagging about how she didn’t get the drummer boy into bed. But he could care less.

“Billy, what the hell is going on with you? You’re not racking in your usual tips, your hair is falling out of your scrunchie and it looks horrible, your station is a fucking mess-”

“Caroline, for once, can you shut up and leave me alone?” He snapped, turning his head towards her as she blinked, rolling her eyes and moving away with a scoff. Billy slumped against the counter, the shot glass he had been scrubbing on for the past ten minutes began to almost glow from how hard the rag pressed into the glass. He barely glanced up as a body appeared in front of him, slapping down a few bills as Billy glanced up through his lashes, the bile wanting to build up and push its way out.

“What do you want, drummer boy?” He snarled, slapping the rag over his shoulder and the glass onto the rack, a chill running through as the other glasses shook.

“That’s no way to speak to a customer, blonde… Why don’t you try again?” Tommy smirked, making Billy growl. He leaned his forearm against the bar, jutting out his index finger and baring his teeth like some dog.

“I don’t think you need a drink after all you and the band are about to head on the road, wouldn’t want anything to happen, now, would we?” He huffed, drumming his fingers against the dark oak, a fight itching at his fingertips.

“You don’t need to worry about my decisions, blonde. Besides, you already fucked up with Stevie-” Billy reached across, grabbing Tommy’s shirts collar, he dragged him over the edge of the counter, a lip snarled and eyes filled with rage.

“You think you’re such a big fucking man, don’t ya? Beating up on him, acting all strong when you’ve got liquor running through your veins? You’re a fucking bitch!” Billy spat, his body quickly shoved back and Tommy’s chest slammed into the counter while his back met the stocks of the more expensive whiskeys.

“Billy! What the hell-” Carol’s voice got cut out as Billy’s eyes trained on the second body beside Tommy - Steve. His hair hidden underneath a tattered baseball cap, a loose t-shirt hanging around his body peaked over the bar. Steve’s hand settled on Tommy’s shoulder, his other on his bicep, each touch made Billy’s heart plummet and anger boil. The soft-touch, dazed look in those doe eyes staring at the one who made those soft touches shutter, and those love-filled doe eyes squeeze shut and swell shut. He gritted his teeth, his jaw instantly clenching as he leaned into Carol, his hand swinging around her shoulder causing her to growl and shout.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Harrington?! How about you stand up for yourself and fucking tell him off! You pushed me away, why can’t you do that to him?!” Billy shouted, fighting against Carol’s grip, her eyes wild and brows furrowed while glancing between her co-worker and the band members. Steve’s eyes were wide, a hint of fear adding to them as Billy leaned into Carol’s body, his hand gripping around her bicep as Tommy wrapped an arm around Steve’s shoulders, tugging him away as his eyes burrowed into Billy’s.

“Have you lost your damn mind?!” Carol smacked him away, grabbing his chin and digging her fingers into his cheek and staring at him with furrowed brows. Her eyes filled with concern and fear. Billy furrowed his brows, feeling the anger simmer inside his veins while he watched their backs retreat away; Tommy practically dragging Steve away. Steve glanced over his shoulder once, their eyes meeting once before Steve snapped his head around and disappeared into the back room.

“Billy, what the hell is going on with you?” Carol sighed, slowly dropping her hand and crossing her arms over her chest with deeply furrowed brows. He shared a look with her, feeling the dread build in his chest with a huff. Billy slumped against the counter, rolling his eyes with the shake of his head.

“I just fucked up… So bad.” His voice shook as her shoulders dropped, taking a step forward with a frown. Reaching up, she caressed his stubbled cheek, making him look at her with furrowed brows.

“You… Yeah, I can’t sugar coast shit for you, Billiam. You fucked up.” Carol sighed, patting his cheek and dropping her hand, leaning back and staring at him. “Give him time, Billy, seriously… I… There’s nothing much you can do, so, you take a shot with it and breathe.” She sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck with a huff. He groaned, using his free hand to rub it down his face, his eyes finding the stage and seeing it now empty… Abandoned.

“What… What if I fucked up too bad?” He murmured, moving to stand next to her, leaning against the counter and plopping his chin into his palm. Carol turned, leaning against it, pressing their shoulders together, their eyes trained on the stage as she huffed.

“You’ll learn, Bill, seriously. This is already fucking with you and your work, so, clap back and perk up, or I’ll take your tips.” Carol shouldered him, flashing him a grin before walking away to finish her cleaning for the night. Billy merely huffed, glancing at her before turning back towards the stage, flinching at the body that appeared in front of him.

“Billy, right?” Trevor asked, leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming against the wood as Billy sat up, shrugging gently. “Yeah, I mean, depends are you going to chew out my ass?” He scoffed while Trevor frowned. He turned his hand over, slapping his hand down and sliding it across him.

“I won’t chew out your ass, but… You did fuck up, but Steve is a little lost right now.” Trevor shrugged, frowning as Billy grabbed the piece of paper, flipping it over and his heart dropped into his stomach. The small note held a number in thick, red numbers sketched across the thin paper. Billy’s brows furrowed, his lips pressed tight and he felt his ribs squeeze at his heart and his stomach seemed to gain that rhythmic heartbeat.

“You’re Valentine, right?” Billy murmured, as Trevor waved for a drink, and the rough bottom scratching across the wood and it raked against his ears, a shiver running down his spine.

“Yeah, the bassist.” He nodded, nursing the beer while stealing a glance towards the back door. Most likely where the others’ were packing up and getting ready to head San Fransico.

“Y’ know… He’s just scared.”

“I know he’s scared, but… But he’s closed off. He’s afraid of-”

“You don’t know what he’s scared of, Billy. And y’ know deep down you can’t make anything up in your head.” Trevor shrugged, sipping at the beer again as Billy frowned, licking his lips before turning the paper over and over in his hand, his mind arguing whether or not to tear the stupid piece of paper in half.

“I don’t make shit up for him, I’m defending myself-”

“No, you’re projecting… But, so is, Steve. You’re both projecting because neither of you is ready for something with commitment.” Trevor finished his beer, sitting it down and turning it sideways, using his middle finger to turn it gently against the counter, making Billy cringe at the grinding of the roughed up bottle against the dark oak.

“Fuck commitment, I don’t… That’s not the idea,”

“Bullshit, Hargrove.” Trevor spat, making Bily blinked with a frown. He reached forward, snatching the bottle from him, slamming the bottom down as Billy deepened his frown as Trevor leaned forward. “Steve’s in denial because he’s scared, and you? You’re such a closed book, he’s having a damn hard time trying to open you.” He growled, standing from the stool and tapping his finger against the paper, arching a brow. “While we’re gone, text him, DM him, or send him a dick pic, I could literally care less. Just give him something to hold onto, alright?” He frowned before walking away, stuffing his hands into his jeans’ pockets as Billy huffed.

Furrowing his brow again, he slipped the beer bottle into the trash, his finger dragging across the paper as he stole a look back at the alleyway exit. The band was gone, the stage abandoned, and the bar seemed almost lifeless with The Stranger’s Mind. And Billy felt almost lifeless without Steve…

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“Thank you for having us, Mrs. Taylor-”

“Oh, please, Austin, you’re being too formal. Just call me Amber.” She waved, smiling as they walked down the long hallway, a portrait of each musician they’d worked with all staring at them, eery smiles as well.

“Uh, right, Amber… So, can I ask why you waited two days before contacting Steve?” He asked when they rounded a corner, Amber pushing into an office. Steve and Austin led Trevor and Tommy as they sat down, settling into the square black chairs as Amber settled into the seat behind the desk, her fingers tangled together as she smiled eyeing each band member.

“I waited because I wanted to see how well you did last night, and I noticed you were missing a few members.” She glanced between Tommy and Steve, making the drummer huff and lean forward.

“Does it matter where we were?” He lightly growled, making Amber frown slightly as Trevor grew wide-eyed, moving to push him back into his seat.

“He - He, uh, didn’t mean anything by that, Amber.”

“It’s alright, Trevor, really. Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time a band member - usually the drummer or the lead vocals - gets a little heated when asked something simple. But, back to Tommy’s question, yes. It does matter. Because it could show that you really have no want to be there, up on stage with your fellow members.”

“We’re committed,” Steve speaks up, dragging a hand through his hair, glancing up at Amber with a small, thin line. She blinked, her lips twitch up into a smile, reaching into the desk, she pulls out a nilla folder, gently placing it onto the desk and tapping her acrylic pink nails against the black gloss top.

“I know you all are. However, as you know, with my company I take pride in the bands I assist with their flight into the world. So, I like to usually know what the band members’ intentions are with the band, and if it is their top priority.” She shrugged, her eyes glancing between each of the boys with a smile.

“What are you offering us, Amber? We know what Songbird Records is wanting, but what are you willing to give?” Austin asked, making Amber look to him, she slid the folder towards him, waving for him to take it.

“As you can tell, or you’ve seen, Songbird Records only wishes to help musicians get their names out into the world!” She waved, grinning as the boys each took a few papers from inside, glancing over the lines and murmuring to each other with a huff. “So, any more questions? Or do we have a deal?” She grinned, clapping her hands together as they all passed down their papers before they all glanced at each other. Steve and Tommy moved closer to Trevor and Austin, them huddling close together.

“How do we feel about this?” Trevor murmured, as Tommy leaned into Steve, making him frown as he shouldered him off.

“I mean, what do we have to lose? The band needs this - we - need this.” Steve shrugged, glancing at Austin, who broke into a large smile, looking at Steve, then to Trevor and Tommy. Each sat back, a small grin on their lips as they looked back to Amber, who was wiggling a ballpoint pen with a bit lip.

“So, where do we sign?”

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Shoulders collided, hands slapped together, and arms looped around each other when smiling and shouting in celebrating as they all stumbled back into the parking lot, leaning into the van with dopey smiles.

“Holy shit,” Austin breathed, turning towards Steve with another dopey smile. “Dude, we’re going to get produced… We just signed with Songbird Records!” He dove into Steve, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders, making him audibly laugh as he hugged back. They stumbled some before looking to Trevor and Tommy, both of them were shouldering each other, and singing loudly, as well as off-key. They detangled themselves from each other, looking at one another with bright smiles.

“We are so celebrating tonight!” Trevor cheered, moving towards them, patting Steve’s shoulder as he winced, quickly hiding it with a smile.

“Hell yeah, we’ve worked hard! We deserve tonight!” Tommy laughed, rounding the group and climbing into the van, a large grin breaking across his face and stilling there. Steve laughed a breathless giggle, only to blink at the buzz that came from his back pocket. Tugging out his phone, he blinked at the screen.

(562) 457-2986

Hope everything went well… The world’s gonna shit itself when you play.

He swallowed thickly, his breath caught in his chest as his thumb hovered over the screen - his mind twitching between deleting or answering. “Steve! Come on, we’re all starving and you’re holding us up!” Trevor shouted from the window, making him flinch and shut off his phone, slipping it back into his pocket. Climbing into the back, he slipped into the sofa-like seat with a sheepish grin. Tommy and Austin sat up front, thankfully, Austin in the driver seat while Trevor sat across from Steve, eyeing him as Steve pulled out his phone again, staring at it with furrowed brows.

“Something happen to the party?” Trevor asked, arching a brow as Steve’s head shot up. He cleared his throat, shaking his head and clicking off his phone with a small frown.

“Uh, no… No, nothing happened, but I need to text them about this.” Steve scoffed, flipping the electronic and slipping back into his pocket as Austin pulled into a small cafe off the boardwalk. Climbing out, Steve turned towards the boardwalk, settling onto one of the benches while the others raced in. Pulling out his phone again, unlocking and staring at the text with a frown.

“Who are you…” Steve mumbled, flinching when a body suddenly settled next to him, making him shift his phone and turn to see Trevor.

“Alright, what the hell is going on with you and -” he stopped, glancing towards Steve’s phone and his lips tugged into a smile. “Whose that?”

Steve blinked, frowning as he shrugged, moving the phone to where they both could see the simple text. “I - I don’t know. They texted me after our signing with Amber.”

“Some girl? Wait, is this that Wheeler girl?” Trevor elbowed, grinning as Steve scoffed, thumbing at the edge of his phones’ case.

“Hell no, that’s a Cali area code.” He deadpanned, rolling his eyes as Trevor shouldered him, sitting closer as they stared at the screen. Trevor shrugged, standing from the bench with a pat on Steve’s shoulder, making him frown.

“Text it, see if it’s a crazed fan wanting a hook-up.” He winked, moving back towards the cafe where the others’ resided. Steve rolled his eyes, switching his attention back towards his phone and swallowing thickly at the text. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he finished it out, huffing gently as his thumb pressed send. Swallowing, he locked his phone, not daring to double-check as he stood up, glancing towards the beach down below, listening to the waves crack and crash against the sand beneath him.

Sighing to himself, Steve clapped his hands together before reaching up and swiping at his mess of hair, stepping backward and towards the neon-lit cafe. A ghost of a smile dancing on his lips as salty air drifted around him, brushing past him and making skin bubble with goosebumps. Finally entering the cafe, he sat with the others, grinning as they greeted him and waved for a waiter to gather his order. It all felt… Right. Their days were working well and they were just beginning the hard journey that was ahead of them.

“So,” Austin began, washing down his bite before grinning. “When are we going to come up with new songs?”

“Woah, Woah, that’s Steve’s forte, not ours Aust.” Trevor snorted, sucking down his cherry milkshake as he wiped his mouth, shrugging at the others. “But, agreeing with Graham here, we need something new! We need to get our own lyrics out to the world, not covers.”

“Kind of hard to do with everything going on,” Tommy added, glancing around the table as the other frowned, looking to him.

“What’re you talking about, Hagan?” Trevor slightly groaned, his forehead slammed into the back of his hand with a huff. Tommy ate at his food, shrugging with pursed lips.

“I’m just saying; the bar drama, Steve’s episode, needing to now impress more than a few bar-goers. I mean, everything is leading up to this now, and we can’t fuck up.” He shrugged, sucking on his index to get the excess ketchup off. Steve deepened his frown, stealing a few fried from Austin’s plate.

“So, what we’re just going to throw this all onto Steve? That’s fucking rich,” Trevor scoffed. Steve rolled his eyes, sitting up straighter as he drummed his fingers against the plastic-covered top. Snatching another fry, he chewed for a second, thinking as he huffed.

“I can start on something tonight, but we’re going to need to get some recordings done.”

“Steve, come on, we’re not gonna make you do that alone. That’s stressful by itself.” Trevor tipped his drink, making Steve frown as he shrugged.

“Seriously, I can do it, T. Not like I’ve got anything better to do, honestly.” He shrugged again, as his phone vibrated. He blanked for a moment - a second - before standing from the booth. “I’ll be back, you guys finish up so we can get back to the hotel in San Fransico.” Steve waved, walking towards the bathroom.

Stepping in, his hands began to shake as he glanced around, checking each stall before running into the first. Locking it and settling on the open seat, mindful of what and where he was sitting, he pulled out his phone, the unknown number glowering at him from his notifications.

Unlocking it, he stared at the screen, his heart in his throat as a breathless laugh caught in his throat.

So, am I allowed to ask who sent this backhanded compliment, or no?

(562) 457-2986

Where’s the fun in knowing, smartass. Maybe you should be more careful with who gets your number?

Steve blinked. Was… Was this person seriously giving him shit on who got his number and not?

You’re the one to talk, dickhead! You texted me, not the other way around.

(562) 457-2986

Yeah. Well. You’re the celebrity here, not me.

He felt his world shatter; how do they know who he is? Of course, they know! Obviously, they know who he was, but how? His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, his knee bouncing as he felt a wave of panic. Had he been in there too long? Would they figure out that he’s hiding something? What if Tommy-

Valen-T

Hey. Where are you? We’re about to leave!

Steve frowned at the text, sighing as he swiped it up into his notifications, staring at the last text. Minutes passed by, each ticking by and disappearing into the darkening sky, as he inhaled before deciding to reply back.

I’m not a celebrity, strange texter. I’m just a boy trying to play music, that could now go worldwide. But believe what you want, because that’s what I plan on doing so I think you should too.

He hit send, licking at his lip, frowning as it turned bright blue with that little word, delivered, under it. Huffing out a breath, he stood from the toilet and slipped his phone into his pocket before exiting, stepping out and stopping in front of the mirror. He stared at his reflection, tilting his head slightly, he smiled. His eyes bright, a few leftover bruising slowly fading, a scar covered his lip. Reaching up, he fluffed his hair up, and turned side to side, grinning at himself.

“This is it, Steven… This is your big break, and you cannot fuck it up.” He sighed, clapping his hands together with a large grin. “We’ve got this.”

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It’s hereeeee~

I’m so sorry about this chapter being so late, this week has been so horrible, so I hope you guys enjoy it! It’s not the best but it’s helping the story along! <3

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Evil Karma - Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Word Count: 1,836

Summary: You ever hear of making a deal with the devil? Sofi’s making a deal with the Doctor.

Pairings: None, other than some slight Harry x OC in the beginning

Rating: T for TWO swear words

Warning: two swear word, brief mention of child death

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The Isle was always fun to walk through with Harry by my side. After the two of us made our relationship with Uma public and as my status on the Isle began to grow, the concept of personal space became smaller and smaller to us. We practically run this place like it’s our own kingdom, we shouldn’t have to make way for measly little ants. It sounds a little stuck up, but it was kind of how we looked at it. But if I thought that just walking through the Isle was a buzz, zooming through the alleyways on a bright purple scooter stolen from a poser princess was quite the drunken high. Speeding through the bazaar across from the chip shoppe with the wind blowing through my hair and the sea salt scent hitting me harder than ever before was the closest thing to euphoric that I had experienced since my first ‘long night’ with my captain and fellow first mate.

I couldn’t get too carried away, however. Now that Mal was on the Isle, I needed to get the things I needed for this plan before it was too late. As we started to get close to Dr. Facilier’s Voodoo Arcade, I tapped firmly on Harry’s shoulders. He slowed down and removed his helmet. “Why did we stop?”

“I need some groceries from here. I’ll meet you back at Uma’s in half an hour.”

“Uh...duckling,” Harry paused, what was he so confused about? “This is an arcade.”

“I don’t mean literal groceries, Harry. You know what I’m talking about.” Silence. He still looked confused. Oh for wicked’s sake it’s a good thing he’s pretty. I leaned closer to him to whisper. “Harry. Ingredients. For the potion?” Harry widened his eyes in realization and quickly returned to a look of question.

“You’re going to get that by yourself? Are you sure about that?”

“Um...yes? Look, as much as I love how you get when you’re angry and protective, we can’t have that around the Doctor. It’s not going to take long, anyway. He knows that he owes my family a favor, and even if he didn’t, I’m sure he’ll jump at the chance to avenge Mateo’s death. From what I heard, he’s one of the only parents here on the Isle that seems to care about his kids.” I jumped off the seat of the scooter and turned to face Harry, who had hung the helmet on one of the bike’s handles. “Don’t worry, okay? I’ve got my dagger in my left pocket and my chains in my right. Worst case scenario, the Isle loses another iconic villain and I have to wash my dagger when I come back to the Chip Shoppe.” I may or may not have exaggerated a bit, but Harry needed to know that I don’t need protection. Not this time around. Truthfully, I had no intention of even hurting the guy. Scare him, maybe. But if I laid too much of a hurtful finger on him or any of his kids, his friends on the other side would have me dead within the hour.

Harry rolled his eyes and threw the helmet off to the side of the alley. “Fine. But if you’re not back at the Chip Shoppe in an hour, I’m sending Gil and the crew after you.” I smiled in response as he raced away with a maniacal laugh. I turned towards the metal door to the arcade. Before I could even knock on the door, it had opened as if commanded by a magical spell. What I saw next was something I had not quite expected. She was short and clearly of a young age. Her skin had that familiar dark tone. Not the same kind that Uma had, no. This tone was more of a caramel shade while Uma’s was of semisweet chocolate. Her hair was pink and incredibly frizzed out. Her clothes were patched together and sewn very last minute. It was something I’m sure the Isle kids love, but the Auradon kids would likely scoff and tease at.

“Our games are out of order, come back later.” She began to close the door when I used my arm to prop it open. She had a strong mind, but her physical stature was nowhere near a match for mine.

“I’m not here for your games…” I read the back of the fan of cards she held in her hand. Celia’s Fortune Emporium. It seems the little girl had a bit of her own business going. “..Celia. And I’m not here for a card reading, either. I need to speak to the Doctor.” Celia walked out of the arcade and closed the door behind her, kicking a small piece of wood in to wedge the door open.

“Why do you wanna speak to my dad? I saw you come in with Hook, there’s no way you mean any good.” I quietly chuckled and crossed my arms across my chest. This girl was gonna make some waves someday, that was easy to tell.

“Good eye, but this has nothing to do with Harry. I’m here because your dad owes my family a favor, and I’ve come here to collect it. Simple as that.” Celia eyed me up and down skeptically.

“My dad doesn’t owe anyone anything. People owe him and he always gets his cut.”

“There’s a first time for everything, little rascal. Now come on, get yourself inside, you got a business to run!” The door opened wide and Dr Facilier himself walked through. Celia smiled and quickly walked inside, hugging her father on the way in. Dr Facilier turned to me and kicked the piece of wood away from the door, causing it to slowly shut. “Now I never thought I’d say this, Sofi, but you grew up!”

“Way to state the obvious, Doc.” I could see Celia peering through the envelope slip in the door. I never thought much about Mateo since the day I found him, but seeing little Celia’s eyes made me remember how much of a friend he was to me.

Even when he found out that his feelings for me weren’t shared, he insisted that he stay by my side as a right hand man of sorts. I was disgusted by the idea at first, especially in the mere days after my dad’s death. I scoffed and nearly gagged at the idea of a chain of command. I did what I did because I wanted to be fully and completely in charge of Neverland. However, there was quite a lot that had to be done. Not to mention that after multiple rounds of training, Mateo had become one of the strongest fighters Neverland had to offer. Little did I know he would need to use said knowledge to fight off a princess, a baby dragon, a dog lover and a thief who really needed a haircut.

“She has his eyes, you know. His smile too. Mateo’s.”

“Is that why you’re here? You’ve brought my boy to me? I swear since that attack on Neverland I’ve been scouring the Isle trying to find him but nobody’s said anything yet.” Oh no. I took a step closer to him, inhaling deep.

“Doc, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Mateo’s dead. All of the Lost Boys died when Mal and her friends invaded us. I only survived because I had the power to make a portal and escape.”

“You’re lying. Those kids came for Pan and Pan fled the scene. That Mal girl said that all the Lost Boys were taken care of.” His tone was firm, but there was a sliver of him that already knew what I was telling him was true.

“Pan’s been dead for years. Sure, they came for him, but the only way they would have found him is by picking up his bones in the Echo Caves. The Lost Boys did what they were ordered to do, protect their home by any means necessary. If it’s any consolation, he died loyal.” Silence. He knew, he didn’t want to admit it, but he knew he had lost his son. His silence made sense, tears on the Isle were considered the weakest potion of all, especially coming from a man. “What if I told you there was a way to avenge him? Him and all those boys that died protecting their home?”

“I’m guessing this is where your favor comes in? Nothing too high, girl. The favor was for your father, not you.”

“Just because my father’s dead, doesn’t mean the favor is too. Honestly, it’s a bit hefty. But the reward will be oh so sweet.” I take out a piece of paper that I had taken from the salon. As soon as I saw Mal I knew the plan was in motion. I quickly wrote down the things I needed and stuck it in my shirt until I knew I would need it again. “I need enough of everything on here for two gulps. And I need the exact ingredients. No substitutions. No knock-offs. And especially no exclusions. I watched as he read through the list. Everything on his face seemed normal and monotone until he got to the last four ingredients.

“A poisoned apple...three dalmatian bones...dust from a genie’s lamp?” He became bug eyed when he read the final touch. “Hair from a royal beast? Okay, there’s no way I can get that.” Oops. I honestly didn’t mean to write that one there.

“Oh, skip that last one. Uma and I are getting that one ourselves. But you read everything else correctly.”

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? We’re talking about going into the homes of some of the most dangerous villains on this island and stealing their prized possessions! I hope you know this ain’t gonna be easy!”

“Do you want an easy Sunday or do you want to avenge your son?” He looked up from the paper, a glint in his eye strong enough to kill. “You can get them whenever you want, but don’t put them into any kind of cauldron until I come back to you. All of these ingredients need to be put in at the same time. Do we have a deal, Doctor?” After a few moments of what I only assume could be his own mental debate, Dr. Facilier stuck the paper in his jacket pocket and smiled. “I guess it’s time for my friends on the other side do a little bit of dirty work. But let me tell you now, island child, if this plan of yours goes wrong, you and your pirates will be in a bad spot.” All I did in response was shake his hand, turn around, and walk away.

“Don’t worry boys,” I whisper to myself as I find myself getting closer and closer to the Chip Shoppe. “Your deaths will be avenged. Those shit excuses for VKs are going to wish they were never born.”

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What Kind of People They Are: Chapter 1

A/N: This is the first chapter in my Mobster!Spencer/Reidaway AU. I know that non reader inserts aren’t everyone’s cup of tea and if you choose to skip this, no hard feelings. But if you enjoy, please let me know! Reblog, replies, asks, DMs, carrier pigeons, whatever you choose. This does have dark themes, such as murder, talk of murder, and smut, there will be further warnings as chapters progress

New York City, New York 1925

Cigar smoke swirled through the sunbeams spilling in the window. Spencer took a seat in the overstuffed chair in front of his father, cigarette hanging between his long fingers. A clock ticked nearby as David Rossi lit another cigar.

“Any update on the Accardo case?” Rossi asked, taking a drag of his cigar.

“It’s taken care of, sir.” Spencer tapped the ash of his cigarette into the tray on the desk. He slid two photographs across the expensive mahogany. Two bodies lay in an alleyway, blood ran down the gutter like fresh rainfall. They had been shot, execution style.

“Very good, Spencer.” Rossi smiled.

“Now, I hear our dear friend Fred Sanders has been skimming money from the Speakeasy you own over on 5th. Think we should pay the bastard a visit?” Spencer stamped out his cigarette and leaned back.

“I think we should, son.”

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The speakeasy was buried beneath the city in the cellar of the abandoned Ivory Hotel. Frequented by the rich and famous, as well as the rich and infamous. So, it was no surprise when David Rossi and his son, Spencer wandered in on a Thursday afternoon.

Rossi had acquired the bar from a local gang-member in a game of Poker. Since then, he had dressed up the place, serving only the finest liquors he could find and import. Selling only the finest Cuban cigars. Serving only the most deserving of individuals.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Rossi,” Fred spoke from behind the bar, an asset in the acquisition. A single man who had gotten tangled up with the wrong people as a kid. He ended up in the bar before Prohibition and had stayed on as it reared its ugly head.

“Hear you’ve been skimming some money from the register.” Spencer walked behind the bar, his gun tucked in the back of his pants, a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

“I-I Sir. I’m sorry.” Fred stuttered. His face went pallid as Spencer grabbed a handful of his blonde hair.

“Thought we wouldn’t notice didja?” Spencer sneered in his ear “Or maybe. Maybe, you thought you had been here so long that we would take pity on you, give you a second chance.” He released Fred’s hair, the bartender breathed a sigh of relief. The relief didn’t seem to last long as his head was slammed against the bartop.

“You were so wrong.” Rossi stamped out his cigar and slid his knife out from the inner lining of his jacket. A flick of the wrist and Fred Sanders was sprawled across the bartop that was being painted in his free flowing blood. Soft gurgles fell from his throat as he took his last breaths and slumped down.

Spencer’s shirt had soaked through with the man’s blood, the faint cut off his stomach poked through the white Oxford.

“Go clean up. I’ll get Al to take care of this.” Rossi commanded his son with a wave of his hand.

Spencer nodded silently and lit a cigarette as he made his way from the bar and headed down the empty city sidewalk.

—

Elle Greenaway was known for her grace and charm. She was known for her give-no-fucks attitude, but most of all, she was known for her father. Michael Greenaway was a notorious Spanish gangster. Rivaling only the likes of David Rossi himself.

He was ruthless, cutthroat and didn’t take no for an answer. He had a beautiful wife, and one lovely daughter whom he protected as though his very life depended on it.

To say that the Greenaway family had a distaste for the Rossis would be an understatement. Years of competing for glory, years of bloodlust held between the two patriarchal figures, it had all culminated in an unspoken yet well known feud between the two.

A knock on the window pulled Elle from her book. Women who read and who desired more from life were usually frowned upon but Elle was determined to not be a simple wife and homemaker. She wanted to make something of herself in this world, even if she died trying.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered as she let the lanky figure into her room. Her hands ran down his blood soaked shirt, she had seen her fair share of these in her life and each time they never failed to make her stomach turn.

“I missed you and Pop is out for the night.” Spencer whispered laying a kiss on her lips. The two star-crossed lovers had been sneaking around since she was 14 and he was 16. Knowing that if their families ever found out, neither of them would get a fairytale ending.

Elle smiled softly at her boyfriend and ran a hand through his hair. She could feel the tension and stress of the day wash down his back with her light touches and soft kisses.

“What happened here?” She motioned to the blood on his shirt as she quickly unbuttoned it. Tossing the material to the floor she marveled at the cut of his body in the soft candlelight of her room.

“Pop killed a man and enlisted my help. He was skimming money from the register at our speakeasy on 5th and thought he could get away with it.” Spencer lowered his head to Elle’s neck and suckled softly at the creamy flesh. His hands gripped her hips and travelled up her back to the zipper of her day dress.

“Such a randy boy!” Elle chided playfully as her zipper slipped down her back, the fabric pooling at her feet.

“Would you like me to stop, Ms. Greenaway?” Spencer looked into her eyes, desire flickered behind his hazel orbs. One deft hand loosened the ties of her corset and tossed it to the floor with her dress.

“Not even a little bit, Mr. Reid.” She muttered, taking his lips in a searing kiss. Her slim fingers ran down his chest, stopping at the cool buckle of his belt as if asking for permission. It was granted in the form of his hips bucking up to meet her hands. The leather hissed as she slid it through his belt loops, a wry smile painted her face.

“You’re being a tease tonight, my dear.” Spencer groaned against her hair.

“Oh am I?” She winked and slid down his slacks followed by his linen boxer shorts. His erection stood tall, a small bead of precum glistened at the tip.

Spencer smirked as he slid Elle’s panties down her long legs. Her heady scent filled the intimate space between them, Spencer’s hands gingerly held her body as he lowered her to the soft mattress below.

“You okay?” He prodded, lifting her legs to rest against his waist.

“I will be when you get inside me.” Elle giggled, pulling Spencer down to kiss him fiercely. He pushed in slowly. Filling her to the brim, they moaned in tandem as a wave of pleasure washed over their bodies that glistened with the first sheen of sweat.

“God you feel amazing.” Spencer grunted, leaning forward and laying a barrage of kisses along Elle’s collarbones. She arched into his form, crying out as his cock brushed that sweet spot inside her.

“Oh Spencer!” Her nails dug into his biceps, leaving small marks, but at this point neither of them cared.

Spencer attached his mouth to one of her rosy nipples as he picked up his speed, holding onto her ass so he could drive himself even deeper within her.

Heat bloomed between Elle’s legs like a fire of passion licking its way up her body. Sure, she had been with other men when her and Spencer had broken up that one summer but no one could ever make her feel the way he did. The way he was fevered but gentle, took his time and paid attention to her. She couldn’t get enough of him.

One of Spencer’s hands reached down to rub feverishly against Elle’s clit. Determined to bring her to the edge with him.

“Fuck! That feels so good, Spence!” Elle grunted, bucking her hips up towards the source of the blinding pleasure.

“Let go, baby,” Spencer cooed in her ear. “Let go for me.”

Elle’s orgasm hit her like a wave crashing against the beach. Her toes curled against her sheets and her fingers curled against Spencer’s scalp as she ascended to that high.

It wasn’t a few moments later before Spencer spilled his own release within her.

Silent bliss settled over the bedroom as Elle ran her fingers through the chestnut curls on Spencer’s head.

“I love you,” He whispered taking her lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you too. Mama and Papa will be out until tomorrow afternoon. Please stay?” Elle’s brown eyes glistened in the candlelight. Spencer wanted to stay, oh how he wanted to stay. How he longed to wake up with Elle curled into his side. How he longed to stop sneaking around and be able to tell the world of his love for her. But he couldn’t.

“I can’t, darling. I want to, believe me I do. But I can’t. Not tonight.” Spencer looked away quickly, tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he pried himself from the warm cocoon of blankets and limbs.

“Please come back though. I don’t like you not being around.” Her eyes pulled him in, he wanted to stay. Start a life with this woman but he couldn’t. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t.

“I will. I promise, darling.” Spencer laid a soft kiss on her lips as he pulled his shirt back on and slid his pants and underwear up his legs.

“Promise we can be together some day. Just you and me. No families, no crime, no rivalry.” Elle whispered as she walked to the window with Spencer.

“I promise my dear. I promise it even if it’s the last thing I do.”

He began climbing down the old oak tree that rested against the house when a gunshot rang out through the night. A thud followed shortly thereafter, and then, silence.

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NavyDice Campaign (2019/9/13): Spooky Man and Spooky Fog

Getting started on this write-up days later than usual because work for the intervening days was terrible and frustrating and I wish I could be paid to do something fun.

Check out my Patreon and Ko-fi I guess?

Anyways, by NavyDice’s estimate, the next session should be the last, so we’re pretty close to me finally closing out a campaign. What a bizarre milestone to reach after years in the hobby.

As it turns out with work D&Dm one of the kids wanted to run a campaign, and only one student was dedicated to playing my campaign, so I happily ceded and am taking on more of a supervisory role. Guess I could play a character myself, but I’d also really rather not. Still don’t like playing in strangers’ campaigns. Plus the odd power dynamic.

Anyways, NavyDice’s campaign! Next verse, variations on the first!

Acer ‘Maple’ Palmatum (SepiaDice/Me) Level 6 Elf Fighter. Just doing her best considering the situation.

Garland (LimeDice) A spellcaster of some type. Doing a good job of going places and poking things.

Poppi (GoldDice) Also a spellcaster. Thinks manipulation and keeping secrets will get her what she wants.

Grumble (Tetrahedron) Bard. ‘Mumble’ became a canon nickname, so I guess that validates my first session write-up?

What even happened this session? Details are likely muddled due to time and intervening stress.

Cycle 7

Knock on the door, Grumble attempts to cast Hold Person on Maple but fails. Maple runs off to the market to attempt her usual efforts. The rest of the party follows, and a second Hold Person succeeds. I forget what happens to Masem, but this means that the Brigands’ plan succeeds and they explode an escape route for Eli.

Maple is not happy with the rest of the party, but concedes that, miraculously, no one was harmed. Still, jerk move.

At the market, Maple finally makes a perception check (that we’ve been failing every cycle) to notice a man covered in blood bump into her. She makes a mental note to look into this next time, since Maple’s ‘Allies’ let a bomb through, and goes to try and minimize damage.

The explosion made a hole in the side of the prison and into the sewers below. The party joins the brigands and Eli in the tunnels and get some exposition. Eli (short for Elias) is the incarnation of some sort of deity,[1] being kept prisoner by an evil deity with the time loop, something he could’ve mentioned when Maple interviewed him a couple cycles ago, but apparently he didn’t think it was relevant. The other players gave me looks like I’m stupid for not knowing the magic questions to unlock exposition, but Maple doesn’t play with cagey people in cages. Also, neither do I.

Eli is actually not the original leader of ‘The Dawn’ (as the brigands call themselves). That honor goes to some nerd named Ricton.[2] He left town a little before Eli arrived, and the Dawn adopted our new fugitive friend as their face.

Also of interest, after Eli gets executed, his allies somehow secure his body and resurrect him in the hide-out. Which is a little confusing, since it implies the default state of the loops is the failure of the bomb, which is normally stopped through Maple’s intervention.

The brigand band (who view themselves as revolutionaries) use the fire orb to power some sort of magic rocket to transport them to the noble quarter of the town.

Once there, the group starts moving through the streets until they encounter a demonically possessed Masem holding two more elemental orbs (ice and lightning). An unsuccessful battle ensues, the orbs cause massive damage, cycle ends.

The group discusses the strategy for the next cycle.

Cycle ??

There’s no knock on the door. Curious.

Maple runs to the marketplace, as is her eternal impulse, and also because she’s familiar with it enough to notice further changes.

However, there’s a lot of changes. The entire city is having problems synchronizing with time, as the people are just shades iterating through the various possible paths they could take, and the various town structures randomly erode and rebuild and generally blink about their chronology. An ominous fog covers the ground.

The other three split off to see what’s happening in other places. Poppi investigates the Lord’s manor; Garland (or Grumble, I forget) investigates the bank and finds the orb empty of the fire it usually holds; Grumble (or Garland) goes to the prison to watch Eli be nostalgic for the noose that killed him so many times.

Maple, who got the last vignette, meets the demonically possessed Masem. The villain of our story (named Bane) talks with Maple, presuming that she must be enjoying herself, being hailed as a hero regularly.

Maple shuts that down. She dislikes empty accolades and ceremony, and finds the time loop perverse.

It’s been fun to play a no-nonsense character who, for once, gets respect from the narrative. Screw you, greater power, Maple will not be a pawn in whatever game you think you’re playing. She’ll stop it, even if she has to break the hand of whoever is moving the pieces.

Bane says that this will be coming to an end soon, and has another dark wave restart time. Maple attempts to cold clock him (hoping knocking him out will, you know, stop him due to being passed out).[3] Her hand goes through his head.

Darkness falls.

Cycle 8

There’s a knock on the door. Maple immediately sprints to the marketplace, because reasons.

The other three hung back with Masem trying to convince him not to interfere with the marketplace this cycle. Masem did not listen!

Maple, at the marketplace, stands with her hands resting on the pommel of her unsheathed sword, observing the brigands. Turns out, though they move in a threatening manner and yell at people, they aren’t actually harming anyone. Huh.

Masem arrives and Maple takes her own persuasion roll, and also fails. Masem attempts to combat the Brigands, and Maple joins enough to minimize deaths.

Two brigands die. Oh well, could’ve been worse. Masem is upset with the party because, well, we didn’t do what we were hired to do, so... fair.

Maple keeps an eye out for the bloody man she saw on the cycle before the time-shuddering one. This time, the man bumps into Poppi. Both Poppi and Maple follow him into an alleyway where he collapses dead. An investigation about his person reveals little.

However, when Poppi checks her pockets, she discovers an inexplicable key. Apparently it was reverse pickpocketed to a party member every cycle, but we never noticed because why on earth would a player just randomly rummage in their own pockets!? I don’t even check my equipment list!

Also, despite my original theory that the orbs are meant to be slotted into it (as NavyDice described it as having three pips/indentations)[4] it now occurs to me the more likely theory is that it's for a safety deposit box. Likely holding another orb, because I’m starting to remember that detail from when NavyDice described the last time he ran this adventure.

Grumble is dedicating the Cycle to stalking Masem for the full length, instead of staying behind at the stupid banquet near the end.

Garland… was probably also doing some important stuff, but it’s been a week now, and I’ve forgotten.[5] Following Eli’s escape, I think?

Maple meanders over to the Dawn’s safehouse, and meets up with that contingent and rides the rocket to the noble quarter, where she begins working to try and convert it into the Empty Warehouse District by getting people to safety.

Grumble follows Masem about, using a mix of stealth and invisibility (which apparently grants him a level of true sight?) and at some point Masem gets possessed, Grumble’s true sight revealing some sort of demonic gijinka of the Iron Throne.[6] This is Bane.

Demon Masem skulks off to do battle with the Dawn, but Grumble uses dispel magic on the fire orb, disabling it. Maple uses Bane’s confusion to spring a surprise round and attempts to disarm him through careful hand amputation. I roll high enough to cause significant damage, but not to make him drop the orb.

Now, were I a competent player, I’d remembered that Level 6 Fighters get extra attacks and action surges, and I probably could’ve gotten that hand off. Seeing how Bane is probably able to retain memories between cycles, Maple will need a new plan for next time.

Grumble depowers the other orb, depowering Bane. Victory, right? Boss fights only usually need two things broken to win, right?

Anyways, Bane pulls a third orb (for earth shenanigans) from his chest,[7] collapses the massive plateau the noble quarter’s on, and we all die before the darkness wave hits.

End of session.

Next session is projected to be the final one, then someone will need to arrange something.

I have… intentions. But I’ll probably need to wait another week unless something sooner gets worked out. Being an adult’s lame.

Until next time, may your dice make things interesting.

[1] Maple, who by now is deeply steeped in Vimes characteristics, is highly suspicious of those who claim to be divinely ordained for authority. [2] So many unconventional names for NPCs... [3] As a player, I seem to have a recurring motif of testing omnipotence through physical contact. [4] The pips were retconned out after the session. [5] Which is why I do these session reports, and try to finish closer to the actual session. [6] I don’t think that’s the most inscrutable sentence I’ve written, but it’s probably up there. [7] gross

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ofsvint-blog · 7 years

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hiii everyone !! i am Cel ( she/they pronouns & pst timezone ) & i'm so super excited to be here !! sorry i'm very late i went to see a bunch of movies lol but i'd still love to plot pls ! this is my bundle of sadness & fake deepness, hussein "saint" bukhari (^: this is v long so pls bear with me lol this is basically his full bio i was just too lazy to make a page

application.

meet ottawa’s own HUSSEIN "SAINT" BUKHARI, a FIRE TYPE C. HE is a TWENTY-ONE year old CISMALE & has lived in the city for FOUR YEARS.

aesthetic.

darkness in bright, everlasting curious eyes, a kiss pressed to the temple followed closely by a silent goodbye, the moment just before remembering someone's name, the heavy sent of leather & denim, smoke filling a moonlit alleyway, a bowl filled to the brim with unidentifiable pills, a bank account overfilled with unused money, the squeaking of a car turning too quickly, eyes looking up at gloomy clouds in the middle of a field, the orange crinkly leaves during autumn, the shuffle of a duvet blanket being tossed & turned, a new pack of cigarettes, the drip of the last bits of vodka in a clear bottle, a field of dry grass, the feeling of breaking into a cold sweat, the red markings of a love bit, a cold bitter laugh, a blunt rolled in an old receipt, smoke filling into a dark alleyway, the stars lighting bright under smog, a buttery leather jacket, the random yet rare gasp for air after a hard cough, two little letters tattooed onto his finger, the dull sound of pills in a bottle, a california king sized bed, bright eyes clear amongst darkness, the millisecond long flicker of a lighter, the tap of a cigarette against a windowsill, a rusty motel room, a heart filled with love yet a mind filled with fear.

basics.

has one younger sister & his older brother died when he was twelve in a tragic death when hussein was eight

his parents are really ignorant & pretend he doesn’t exist

they basically left him to just go to private school because they didn’t want to deal with him

in a way, he’s a bit of the “disappointment”, his parents see him as the “replacement” child for losing their first son

he hates being rich & all the privileges & private school most of all

he tends to disappear a lot to get away from his parents & goes out on long drives & hides out from his parents

the only person he really loves is his sister & his really close friends which is maybe like two

he’s not like filthy rich but he is decently rich enough

lowkey depressed, anxious, & really smart but he doesn’t like apply himself & focus lmao

loves leather jackets & smoking all the time & always rides taxis & probably does coke sometimes lol

deals drugs !!!!!! lit

believes in love despite having a really careless attitude towards everything

he thinks romance is cute & sweet but he’s too impulsive tbh he doubts he’ll ever get to reach that level of commitment but lowkey hopes for it one day

he’s actually super sweet !!!!! but acts & looks like & probably could kill someone lol

i will be adding a connection ideas page so stay tuned !!! probably under [ THIS ] link asap

blurb.

he is calm. this is something that people tell him when they first meet him, when he looks them directly in their eyes with those bright, stinging yellowish eyes. he reads through people in just seconds, but doesn't say a word. people think this means calm, but in fact it means much otherwise the opposite. his brain ticks with constant thinking, making decisions and discussing things with himself all inside of his head. people think he's calm because he doesn't speak much, instead usually has a cigarette tucked between his lips and a brooding look casting over his face. he finds himself to be selfless when it comes to his sister and closest friends, to truly be calm when he's around those he loves, his parents not being on that short, almost absent list. buttery leather jackets cling to his shoulders constantly, scuffed dark black boots or vans on his feet, and often times a skateboard accompanies him daily. he's often found in the darkest of places, ranging from hudson tavern to saints to the ottawa train station. he keeps very little, almost no contact with his parents entirely, not that they mind it very much at all. he's romantic, truly, doesn't understand why the society of now thinks of this as almost a dirty word. yet, even with his interest in romance, he can't imagine himself being capable of commitment. he grows up in pennsylvania, heads for new york on his own often alone, and eventually his family settles in ottawa. saint isn't a foreigner to traveling, to moving around, but he still can't stop getting attached to the places in which he lives in for usually only a couple years. the money that his parents give him is plenty, yet he still finds himself dealing drugs in alleyways and smoking until he's so high his head hurts.

& thaaaat should be about it !! pls like this & i'll send you a message to plot, or you can just shoot me a dm (~: thank u for reading this !

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scientificdeliriummadness · 7 years

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My partners and I are doing our own DnD campaign. Two of us will be playing two characters each while the other DMs. We’ve already played one session and got to know our characters a little better. Meet Snaggletooth, the Half-orc barbarian pirate who takes things way too literally, Pleiades the sarcastic brooding high elf, Saxon the human soldier WHO CAN SMELL WITCHES, and Legretta, the sexy gnome cleric who loves a good innuendo. Here are the backstories. (Long)

(by Belinda, DM) Welcome to Evermore. Our adventure begins in the country of Opas, possibly one of the largest landmasses on Evermore as well as the most diverse. It is ruled by a King and Queen who make their home in the capital, Everrock, in the northeastern corner of the continent. It is a bustling metropolis, well established as the trading capital of the world as ships come and go regularly from the city ports. The kingdom has known peace for many decades following the Great Revolt where the underground-dwelling grey dwarves and dark elves both fought for the domination of the surface world and its many races. After a sound defeat, both races fled into seclusion as their numbers were greatly reduced, and the surface was once again at peace. Evermore breathed a collective sigh of relief after so many years of turmoil. Militaries relaxed, dropping their numbers in favor of expanding trade and commerce. It is from this city that a great call to arms has been issued. The monarchy seeks only the bravest fighters and adventurers to step within their castle walls and answer the call they have set forth. Strange happenings have been reported from within the kingdom, and a great reward is offered to those who would join beneath the banner of Opas and fight to vanquish any darkness which threatens their peaceful existence. by Connie (Pleiades and Legretta)(I’M NOT A WRITER PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME) The elf's copper blood filled her cheeks as she watched the gnome modeling her crummy, handmade accessory in the reflection of the water. Luckily, as often and easily as it happens, her embarrassment is masked beneath the faint burn permanently imprinted over her otherwise saturated azure skin. Despite spending so much time as a child outdoors in a typically bright, yet cool climate, her skin suffered no other naturally occurring blemishes other than the soft gradient of light to dark along the regularly exposed portions of her body. It still maintained the same pristine quality you would find from the icy terrain of her hometown, Geminight. Until relatively recently, she tended to dabble in a variety of activities her society had to offer. This was in a futile attempt to live up to all the possibile legacies of her seven preceeding sisters could have achieved had they survived a full gestation period in their mother's womb. No one but herself had expected this of her, but encouraged her to partake in something nonetheless. It seemed to give her some pupose and fulfillment. Although she was not particularly good at anything she picked up, she gained a fondness for it all and it helped her feel a closeness to the sisters she had never met. At the very least, she embodied the spirit of their assemblage and when she came of age, chose to engrain this into her identity with her choice in name: Pleiades. Traditionally, her society embraces the permanence of self-idenity with something a little more literal: a self-inked tattoo. Unfortunately, like with many of her interests, Pleiades lacked the finesse to create something other than a few dots around her left eye that had semblace of what was now her most symbolic constellation.Pleiades watched the gnome put the necklace she had given her around over her little head."There's a little bit of craftsman in everyone....manI love homemade things! They have so much character and love and there's always, like, some kind of special meaning behind it. Even if it's subconscious! I feel so special you let me have it even though you've only known me for literally, like two seconds!" The gnome gleefully giggled while stroking the pieces of the pendant now hanging from her neck.Pleiades appreciated the compliment, but uncharacterstically, she hadn't put too much thought into this particular task. Boredom had overtaken her and she swiped a long spiral shell off the beach and in its opening, stuck a thick rounded piece of weathered glass she found lying near the tavern that opened, in her opinion, way too early in the morning. The gnome had curiously approached her just as she was finishing wrapping the pieces together with some abandoned strip of twine. She was so enthralled by the little trinket that Peiades told her that it was hers if she liked it. Perhaps the gnome wasn't too far off; the blue tint of the glass did remind her of home..A pang of sadness stung her heart as it passed with the fleeting thought. She missed home, or what was left of it. Geminight had experienced a major ecological shift. It was no longer an icy haven, glistening in the sun that hung in theclear blue sky. The temperatures began creeping upward, weather fronts came more frequently and more varied. Vines, weeds, and other foliage broke free from the snow, the gems, and the ice; slowly domineering the region. While the changes weren't detrimental to the survival of the city or its people, the new environment felt entirely unsettling. On top of being unexpected and undesired, it felt dark and sentient. Pleiades did not want to stand by and watch her chilhood be tainted with this feeling. She decided to hold on to the nostalgia and venture out to new things. She had exhausted the petty hobbies her society had offered her and wanted toexperience something grander; a single legacy worthy of her and her sisters. When some vague propaganda from the Everrock government started to appear on bulletins near her, she decided it was time to leave. Her parents willingly stayed behind.The gnome watched Pleiades' expressions as they passed over her face one by one. She noticed a lot negativity and she supposes that's what attracted her to Pleiades in the first place. Gnomes were known tricksters, but she herself liked to focus on the lighthearted nature of her heritage and tends to get tunnel vision when she sees someone in distress. When she noticed the elf sitting alone listlessly on a crate of bait, she recited her motto of "When things look grim, find your grin!" and pranced up to her with a mission for fishin! For compliments. To give the elf." Y'know, I'm glad I saw you making this. It's so unique and I really appreciate that about things. I originally come over to you thinking of a mililon compliments to give you based on just your looks but I had no idea what to say since I'm sure you get complimented all the time...Just look at you! but yeah, you're pretty unique looking too now that I've had a good look..But I dunno, I just appreciate me a good trinket, y'know how us gnomes are."Pleides would probably not be considered epitome of the elvish ethereality that made them so intimidating. In fact, for an elf, she appeared quite neutral and approachable. Double takes were not uncommon when passersby took note her androgynous physique. The sun bleached blonde streaks in her dark blue hair gave it a green appearance if looked at in the right light and angle. And men and women alike also thought that her soft almond eyes suggested more than just the politeness of eye contact. And although her hands struggled with its intricacies, her hair always fell into place perfectly after she finished braiding it."I just appreciate you taking the time to go out of your way to say something nice to me. What's your name?The gnome grinned somewhat amused. She extended her furry hand and said proudly proclaimed "Ranandal Legretta Aaa Thawa Teffata Wata Gah! "There was a pause. "But you can call me Leggy! That's what the humans do anyway, but I grudgingly embrace it. The name “Leggy” works when I..." Legretta stopped for a moment and looked over Pleiades shoulder distractedly. Without a beat, she purposefully walked toward a tall, well built half-orc that just exited the tavern across the sidewalk. "EEeeeeeeyyyy! DAMN boooooooi. You're lookin FOOOOINE. I bet that grog gotchu all loosened up. You know what Leggy could do with a body that limber?" She asked as she flung one of her furry copper legs from her patchwork cloak and around his shin."Auuuughgh" The half-orc responded burping through his words, " nah, goway lil one, Yer so lil y'can't even reach. nainterested" He stumbled away until he reached the corner of the alleyway."Well, fine. I’m having more fun over here anyway" she scoffed over the muffled sounds of distant vomiting. Pleiades didn't even acknowledge the bizarre exchange she just witnessed and carried on "Well, I think the name Leggy might be reserved for someone a little more, um, promiscuous than I. So I'll just practice your nicknames and in the meantime, just stick with Legretta. My name is Pleiades Luaer. I couldn't help but notice, Legretta. You have a unique trait as well..." She said as she eyed Legretta's limbs. "They're really well....tamed" She struggled with the compliment. Legretta's eyes lit up as she stuck out a limb at a time, admiring her own handiwork. "Yeah! Y'know! boy gnomes have big thick beards that they can do whatever with! I even saw an old-ass gnome with a beard so long, he was able to shape it into a flying snake dragon! It's not fair! It' was so cool and I can't! Gnomes don't tend to keep their hair well kept and I wanna stick to the traditions of my heritage! I can't grow a beard..only some wispy tendrils... So I found a loophole.."Legretta had bright platinum blonde body hair contrasting her warm copper skin. It was quite thick and she had trimmed hairs on the legs into little hearts and the hairs on the arms into little diamond shapes. Pleiades grinned bittersweetly, "You remind me of my father. Elves can't grow beards either and he's always resented that fact. So he spent much of his life growing out his hair so long that he could be able to tie it under his chin into a ponytail. He was also quite a open about his sexuality with my mom and they’re always going out of their way to put me in the spotlight, so you also remind me of that. They really were quite embarrassing at times, but I suppose it's different coming from you." She lightly blushed and glanced at the poster that had beckoned her here. Legretta cocked her head to view the poster a bit more easily. "Ahh! Yeah! There's been some spooooky things have been happening here lately." she said as she tucked her face behind her wiggling fingers. "I've been kinda grumpy about the call to arms 'cause I think the strangities have kept this places more fun an interesting, but if you're going, I wanna go! I think it'd be fun. Maybe if we find out what it is, we can be part of it...It'll be fun to prank the traveling merchants, right?...I mean, I guess we can stop it, too. But now that I'm really thinking about it, the mystery is killing me. Can I come?!" Pleiades nodded. "YASSS. Be right back. I live under those sand dunes over there. Lemme go tell my mom." Legretta ran off for only a few minutes and returned with a small basket of sandwiches and her cloak's pockets overflowing with trinkets. She offered Pleiades some food, which she promptly accepted. The gnome walked a couple of feet ahead, looked back and up at Pleiades and said. "Castle's that way. Let's party." by Marty (Saxon and Snaggletooth) Saxon Bloodwulf- Human Fighter From the city of Nightmoor, in the kingdom of Ravenholde comes Saxon Bloodwulf. Once a member of the 13th Legion -the battalion that served as the King of Ravenholde's personal guard, this Captain had it all in his life, until the 13th Legion once arrested a witch who plotted to kill the King. The witch was sentenced to life imprisonment in the dungeons of Nightmoor, where she cried to the city that she swore revenge on Captain Bloodwulf as she was locked away. A fortnight later, Saxon Bloodwulf was seen creeping into the King's castle, and attempted to take the King's life. The King managed to avoid the attempted deathblow that came in the form of a knife and raised the alarm. Saxon was seen by the King's guard on duty that night fleeing the castle and retreating into Nightmoor forest.

The following week, Saxon was found in a village some 50 miles away and was arrested by the very 13th Legion that he was in command of. He claimed his innocence, swearing he had simply taken a holiday the day before he was seen attempting to murder the king, but mysteriously, no record was kept of his absence. Saxon was brought back to Nightmoor, where he was sentenced to death. He spent a single night in the dungeons, the night before his execution, where the witch hinted that she had something to do with Saxon's situation. Shacked and imprisoned in another cell, Saxon was unable to do anything other than vow revenge on the witch and others like her.

The following day, Saxon was to be hung in the city square. By chance, a few moments before he was to be hung, a gang of bandits stormed the city square. In the confusion, Saxon managed to free himself from his rope bonds and he fled Nightmoor, making all speed for the coast. It was at a harbour town that he met a group of pirates who were spending the night in the town, and agreed to take Saxon aboard their ship for a fee of 50 gold coins that Saxon had managed to retrieve from his old house before fleeing Nightmoor. This is how he met...

Snaggletooth- Half Orc Barbarian. Snaggletooth, a 32 year old Half Orc had been part of a crew of pirates known as the Jolly Robbers. This gang of pirates made the ship known as the Fearsome Scabbard their home. They sailed from port to port, taking what they could and giving nothing in return. The Jolly Robbers were actually number one on the navy's most wanted list, but the Jolly Robbers were able to escape the navy's clutches each time it seemed that they were able to be arrested for their crimes. One night, they met a member of the royal army, Saxon Bloodwulf. While suspicious of Saxon, they agreed to take him to the neighbouring continent in return for 50 gold pieces.

They set sail the next day, with Saxon aboard. It was during their voyage on this day that they encountered a freak storm. The storm, which hadn't been foreseen, due to the clear skies that day, tore the Fearsome Scabbard to pieces. Most of the crew died during the storm, but only Saxon Bloodwulf and Snaggletooth survived, thanks in no small part to Saxon's actions. The pair survived on a piece of the Fearsome Scabbard, and they drifted for days, until finding themselves washing up on the shore of the land they find themselves on now.

Snaggletooth, while a pirate, is grateful to Saxon for saving his life during that terrible day of the storm, and for now has decided to accompany Saxon, who has tasked himself with the burden of somehow clearing his name and has become a self appointed Witchfinder General as he is determined to ensure no person be victim to a witch or witchcraft ever again.

#Dnd #dnd 5e #dnd 5e character #gnome #gnome cleric #half orc #half-orc #half-orc barbarian #elf #high elf #elf ranger #human fighter

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