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Stepping Into The Moonlight

Charia Kingdom – Jeno

Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Fantasy!Au, Supernatural!Au

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Explicit Content, Graphic Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Virginity Loss, Fighting.

Word Count: 13.3k

(All of this series links up. The timeline of the story runs in the order of the master list from top to bottom, Mark - Jisung. Each members part can be read as a stand-alone, but I would recommended reading all the parts in order so the story adds up.)

Charia Kingdom - A place that has equal amounts of sunshine and rain, hot and cold, rich and poor, and, humans and creatures that couldn’t be identified as that of human status. Ruled by the Lee family with a king whose cutthroat and unforgiving nature is feared by many. The poor not cared for by people who have everything, where disease takes the lives of those unfortunate enough to not have the funds to purchase medicine. A place where humans live among creatures many would find terrifying. It’s no secret that Vampires, Werewolves, Wizards, etc live amongst them like normal people. Unless you murder someone, you’re considered normal. Everyone lives their own lives, whether it be a happy life, or a sorrowful life…

Being the crown prince of Charia Kingdom was never something that worried Jeno. He was raised by his mother to smile when talked to, and to have a kind heart so that he would rule the kingdom differently to how his father had. At 16, he’s unexpectedly hit by a powerful curse after hearing a ruckus going on in the echoing halls of the castle. It flips his life around, his new status as a werewolf being a challenge he hates with all his heart. It turned the kingdoms sweetheart into an angry, brooding boy. Now 19, Jeno has learned how to control when he phases with the help of the remedies Mark brews for him. The only thing he can’t control is bursting into a gigantic wolf every time a negative emotion takes over his mind. No one apart from the workers of the castle know that he’s a wolf, it being kept a secret from the public. He runs in the forest in his wolf form calm him down, until he comes face to face with a rogue wolf who threatens his life with her piercing glare. After imprinting on each other, Jeno has to learn how to balance his new love, his duties as prince, his burning rage, and a secret that is revealed to him that changes his life once again.

“I’m your brother…” Renjun’s words had Jeno’s eyebrows furrowing, a mix of confusion and betrayal curdling in Jeno’s stomach. He couldn’t understand why Renjun was comparing himself to a brother since he was the one who had cursed him. Friends close enough to be labelled as brother’s don’t do that to each other. He’d clearly misunderstood Renjun’s words.

“No you’re not. We used to be like brothers, but not anymore. You ruined my life. So don’t use how close we used to be as a way of trying to get out of this because I want to hurt you so ba-” Jeno growled out but was interrupted by Renjun.

“No! Jeno you don’t understand!” He gripped at his shaggy hair in frustration, his eyes squeezing shut as he let out a long sigh. “We have the same father! We are brothers by blood! That’s why your father killed my mother because I found out about his big secret. I confronted him, and he killed her. I was on my way to murder him when you got in my way, that’s why you ended up the way you are now.” Jeno could feel the heat inside of him rising as Renjun, his apparent brother, talked. He didn’t know whether to believe him or not. But why would he lie? “I’m sorry Jeno…I never meant to do this to you.” Renjun’s voice turned soft in his sincerity, the girl behind him approaching him and taking his hand into her own. Jeno frowned as he watched them, jealous that Renjun was living a normal life despite what he did to Jeno’s. Jeno didn’t say anything, instead tried to focus on his breathing as it spiked, his chest rising and falling fast and his shoulders tensing up as he felt the wolf inside of him ready to take over. It felt like he needed to throw up, his knees shaking and his fingers trembling as the warmth spread from his stomach. The warmth turned into a gruelling pain that he had never gotten used to, it still hurt just as much as it had the first time that his body had ripped into a gigantic wolf.

“Renjun!” The girl beside him squealed, pulling Renjun back in fright as she saw how Jeno’s eyes turned from a deep brown to a glowing amber, identical to the ones she’d seen through the cabin just before Jeno had made his entrance. Watching Jeno change into a wolf made Renjun wince, a horrible feeling flooding his gut as he knew how this was his fault. One second Jeno was stood on two feet, the next he was stood on four. The changing process always made his mind go hazy as his instincts turned from human to wolf, but his mind remained the same. He still had the same thoughts and opinions, and he remembered who he was. He was just more likely to fight and hurt someone with his wolf instinct. He briefly thought back to the way that Mark’s girlfriend had looked at him with the same fear in her eyes that Jeno could see in Renjun’s girlfriend and it made him sick that he had that impact on people he didn’t want to harm.

“Jeno, I beg you…you can hurt me but please don’t touch her.” Renjun’s voice wavered as he held his hands up in surrender. Jeno squeezed his eyes shut and let out a low growl, thoughts flying around his head but not even one of those thoughts were to harm the woman stood beside his brother. It hurt Jeno that everyone immediately thought he was going to intentionally harm them when he turned into a wolf involuntarily because of his emotions. It caused his heart to ache. He had never been an aggressive person until he had to live with the cards he’d been dealt. Deep down he was still the soft, kind, warm-hearted Prince his mother had raised him to be. He just found it hard to overcome the constant burn of angst and anger he felt towards his condition and lack of normality on his life. It led him to feel the heavy cloud of depression over his head that he struggled to cope with, especially when everyone he knew was so cautious around him now. His paw raised to step towards the pair, and as he did, a scuffle of leaves and snapping twigs caused his ears to perk up. But before he could look towards the sound, a wolf skidded to a stop on the mud in front of him, putting herself between him and the couple. Her teeth bared and her emerald eyes glowed as they narrowed at him. He could tell she was a female purely from her scent, which was a lot sweeter than any of the male wolves he’d come across.

“Snowy!” Renjun’s eyes widened as he addressed the wolf. Jeno was slightly confused, as he hadn’t smelt any nearby wolves, but he pinned it down to him before distracted by his own head to even notice his senses. The wolf in front of him was considerably smaller than his large frame, her fur as white as snow and he could see why they called her Snowy. She smelt different to all the other wolves that Jeno had encountered before, her scent not making his nose crinkle in disgust from the earthy scent he usually smelt around wolves. Not that he’d met many other wolves, and when he did, they’d simply ignore him in passing and respect each other’s boundaries. But she smelt like the sweet flowers he’d only ever smelt inside of the castles garden because they didn’t grow in the wild, his nose raising slightly in the air as he sniffed to smell the scent deeper. He smelt the undertone of what he remembered to be rain when it hit trees. The fresh scent sitting happily against his nose and making his head tilt in confusion.

You stared at Jeno with narrowed eyes, keeping your teeth bared at him to show him that you wouldn’t allow him to get close to the only human’s you could trust. You kept a low growl vibrating from your throat, but it didn’t seem to be affecting him as he continued to stare at you non-threateningly for a few minutes. You’d been watching the interaction from the safety of the brush, keeping low so that your appearance would come as a surprise to him. You saw how he turned into a wolf, and his scent surprisingly stayed identical to the warm smell of something you couldn’t quite identify instead of the smell of dirt and wet dog that you usually smelt around male wolves. You stayed low as you growled at him, ready to pounce at him at any moment to protect Renjun and his love who you still didn’t know the name of, despite how much smaller than him you were.

Jeno snapped out of his reverie, feeling a strange pull to you but not knowing what it meant, so he lowered himself, copying your stance and baring his teeth at you too. When you didn’t back off despite smelling the pheromones he was now emitting as he tried to assert his dominance in being a large male over you, he barked, trying to make you feel threatened. Your heart was racing, not wanting to act on the pull you felt. It was as if gravity was trying to push you to him, but you didn’t want to admit the inkling you had in your brain as to what it could be. You weren’t scared of him, you’d fought plenty of other wolves in your lifetime, ones who were purebred wolf and others who were a human and wolf mix like yourself and the wolf stood in front of you.

“Snowy don’t!” Renjun shouted as you lunged at the wolf you remembered as Jeno, as you’d heard Renjun call him. Your teeth latched onto his neck, not penetrating the skin but gripping onto him as you stayed latching onto him. You weren’t big enough to knock his heavy frame over, but you used all your strength in fighting him. He thrashed around, trying to rid his body of you without harming you. He didn’t want to fight, but it was in his natural instincts to protect himself. So you found yourself tumbling with him in a mix of white and black fur into the dense trees. He threw you off of him, but that didn’t stop you. Your claws dug into the earth as you jumped at him again, he jumped at you at the same time and you felt your body hit a tree trunk hard from how you ricocheted off his strong body. He pinned you down to the floor, his mouth caging your neck to the floor as he tried to control you in his act of self-defence. You stopped moving, knowing you had been defeated because of the size difference, waiting until he pulled away and backed off, his body still in a defensive stance, his claws making marks in the soil from how hard he was gripping the floor as he stared at you.

You stayed laying on the floor as you caught your breath. Jeno felt the need to rub his head against you and help you up, but he didn’t know you, and he most definitely wasn’t going to attempt to do that after you attacked him. You wanted nothing more than for him to nuzzle your face and lick at all the cuts that stained your white fur a royal red, but you also wanted him to stay away from you. The conflicted feelings you both felt dawned on you both at the same time.

You’d imprinted on each other.

You felt sick to your stomach as the fact you’d imprinted on someone and knew that your wolf would be restless forever until you both caved to the feelings and joined your souls in the way they wanted to merge. Jeno only knew of imprinting from books he’d read about werewolves, but he could easily diagnose it from the symptoms matching everything he remembered from the books. He never thought he’d feel the feelings he was feeling in that moment as he stared at your limp body. He was overjoyed, but worried. You knew one day you would find your ‘soulmate’, but you never expected it to be so soon, and certainly not in this kind of circumstance. You could remember the day that your brother imprinted on a human and left you to live alone in the woods when you were sixteen, opting to live in his human form to be with his love. You’d been alone since then, learning how to take care of yourself and struggling to resent your brother because you knew he couldn’t fight the burning desire his instincts thrust upon him.

You didn’t know what to do, so you jumped up. Standing on shaky legs for a moment before bolting off between the trees as fast as your four legs could carry you. You didn’t have to turn around to know that Jeno was hot on your heels. You could hear his heavy paws against the earth and the way he panted as he tried to keep up with your nimble body. He was catching up with you, his long legs giving him the advantage. But you knew the woods like the back of your hand, so you found it easy to dodge between trees and take sharp turns. Soon losing him amongst the trees, but you that didn’t stop you from running. You ran until you reached the cave that you used as your den, huddling against the wall, and staying in your wolf form in case he followed your scent and suddenly popped up out of nowhere.

Jeno mentally beat himself up at how easily you had escaped him. His mind was clouded over from the realisation at what had just happened. He decided to go back to the castle instead of going back to Renjun. He could deal with that another day now that he knew where Renjun was residing. He dragged his feet, sulking as he walked through the forest. He used the cover of the trees to make his way home, letting out a short howl that Jisung knew meant he was back home and needed some clothes before he could show himself. The younger boy opened the gate and rushed into the trees to Jeno, giving him some loose clothes so he could hide his modesty as he entered the castle.

Jeno went to sleep that night, knowing his life had just drastically changed once more.

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The forest felt different to Jeno as he desperately sniffed at the floor, trying hard to pick up your scent that you’d left behind the day prior. In his mouth he held a bag of clothes, two pairs of clothes just in case he managed to find you, so that your first encounter with him as a human wouldn’t have to be naked. He’d been searching for hours, going in circles in his desperation to try and find you. Eventually he caught scent of what he remembered you to smell like, his ears pricking up and his nose twitching at the euphoria your scent had on him. He stood still for a moment, basking in the feeling that had overcome him, before his legs started moving, his body subconsciously following the scent as it became stronger.

The scent took him to a stream, the shallow water hitting the rocks on the bed of the meandering water and making a comforting sound. He crept up quietly, making sure his paws hardly touched the floor so that his footsteps remained silent. He could see your white fur through the trees, your feet submerged in the flowing water and your head bowed, staring at your own reflection. He dropped the bag, changing to his human form and hurrying to put on his loose white shirt and baggy tan pants. He took a deep breath in anticipation, slowly appearing from the trees and holding his hands up in surrender. He cleared his throat to gain your attention, and your head flicked up immediately. You backed off, crossing to the other side of the stream and lowering your body to the ground in caution. You had only seen his face from the side, and even then, you didn’t see it very clearly. So his beautifully handsome face was enough to take your breath away. He had a strong jawline, kissable pouty lips, and wide eyes that were staring at you with a soft look.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was deep, and you were trying so desperately to ignore the invisible rope that felt like it was tugging you towards him by your heart. “I think we got off to a bad start, my name is Jeno…” His eyes stayed on you as you visibly relaxed but didn’t make any effort to approach him. He gulped as he thought about his next words. “Are you like me? Or do you only have your wolf form?” He desperately wanted you to tell him that you were like him. If you weren’t and only had your wolf form, then he knew that his wolf would never be fully satisfied unless he was with you all the time, which would mean living as a wolf permanently, something he didn’t want to do, nor could do as he still had the responsibility of being a prince sitting on his shoulders. When you turned away from him and walked between the trees, he felt his heart sink and his shoulders drop in disappointment. But when he saw a small hand wrap around a tree trunk and a pair of glowing emerald green eyes, the same as your wolf, he felt his heart flutter. The only way you could tell if a person was born with the ability to turn into a wolf was if their eyes stayed the same colour in human form as they were in wolf form. If they were born as a normal human but had been cursed, their eyes would return to normal colour in their human form. “Hey…” He smiled, but as he took a step forward you hid behind the tree again. “I won’t hurt you; I promise…take this.” He crossed the stream, his feet getting wet, but he didn’t care. He then balled up the cotton dress in his hands and threw it, so that it landed by your feet. You pulled it over your head and let the white material fall down to your knees. You stepped out from behind the tree, finally showing Jeno all of yourself now that you weren’t naked.

After taking your first step, you felt your knees buckle, your hands about to come in contact with the grass but Jeno had stepped forward and caught you just in time. “Are you okay?” He sounded worried, his voice soft and his grip on your hips firm. You looked up at him with wide eyes, nodding to him when you opened your mouth, but no noise came out. He looked into your eyes, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears and his mouth going dry. His touch felt warm and you felt the need to curl up in his hold and never let go. “I heard them call you Snowy, is that your name?” You shook your head, clearing your throat and opening your mouth once more.

“My name is (Y/N).” Your voice was as pure as freshly laid snow, it sending a ripple up Jeno’s spine and he smiled widely. If he didn’t have wolf senses, then he wouldn’t have heard you, your voice so quiet that it couldn’t even be classed as a whisper. You hadn’t been in your human form in over a year, so your human body felt stiff and weak. Your voice not warmed up and your limbs shaky.

“Beautiful…” He murmured subconsciously and then felt his cheeks heating up at his confession. “So, I’m assuming you’ve realised that we’ve imprinted on each other…” You nodded at his statement, his hands still gripping at your hips more softly, feeling an odd satisfaction that he’d never felt before as he held you. His body felt strong, your hands placed timidly on his broad shoulders and you stared at his lips as he talked.

“Mhm.” You made a quiet noise and nodded your head.

“Come back to the castle with me.” He phrased it as a command, not a question. You tilted your head in confusion and raised an eyebrow.

“Castle?” Your voice was getting louder as you spoke, it sounding almost normal but still as gentle as a cloud.

“I’m the Prince of this Kingdom, I live in the castle, and I want you to come back with me. We can get to know each other, because either way neither of us will be happy if we’re apart.” You pulled away from him after he finished speaking. It made his stomach sink and he reached out to you, but you took another step back. You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. You didn’t want to leave the forest; it was were you grew up and all you knew. Of course you’d spent time with humans in the town, but you hadn’t been there for long periods of time, always ending up in the forest with your family where you preferred. You were also shocked that he was a Prince. Of all the people you could have imprinted on, you thought it was typical that you imprinted on someone who would have a difficult life.

“I don’t want to leave the forest…” You shook your head, watching as his face darkened, his eyebrows knitting together and mouth parting almost as if in disgust. It was clear to you that he was used to getting his own way as soon as he demanded it.

“Why? You could live a life of luxury and never have to worry about anything again!” His voice was louder, and it had an aggressive undertone to it as he got irritated at your refusal. You took another step back, your own face hardening as you tried to show that he didn’t scare you.

“I don’t want that. I don’t even know you. Back off.” Your eyes started to glow, as did Jeno’s. His soft brown eyes turning amber as his emotions got to him. He was upset that you didn’t comply to his wants. His sadness always turning into anger as he had no control of his emotions.

“We’re meant to be!” He growled, feeling his hands start to shake and his shoulders tensing up.

“Go away!” You shouted at him, turning away and about to start running off, but your legs couldn’t handle it and you fell to the floor, your body thudding against the grass. Jeno gasped, his eyes dimming back to brown and all of his anger flooding off of him like he’d been hit by a wave of freezing cold water.

“(Y/N)!” He rushed to you, scooping you up into his arms and holding you to him. You felt a burst of tingles inside of your stomach, his scent flooding your senses and making your pupils dilate. You gripped onto him and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck like you’d been wanting to since you’d met him the day before. You took in a deep breath, your nose trailing against his skin and you felt the overwhelming urge to sink your teeth into his neck, marking him as yours. All of your previous anger and resistance turning into lust and want. It was what your wolf and instincts wanted, and you couldn’t control it.

“Jeno.” You moaned, licking a stripe up his neck, and nipping at his warm skin. He moaned lowly, dropping down to his knees and laying you on the floor in front of him. His eyes were nearly black from how dilated his pupils had gone, staring down at you like you were a meal he was about to devour. He didn’t know how to control himself, never having felt the need to claim someone as his own. He felt his cock harden the second you licked his neck, then the smell of your arousal hit his nose, he got stiffer, grinding his crotch against your own. “Take me.” You whimpered, tugging the cotton dress up so that your lower half was completely bare in front of him. You knew about how feral wolves could be once they found their mate, but you’d never expected the pull you felt towards him to be as great as what it was. You wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of you and claim you as his. On the other hand, you didn’t want him to touch you because then you’d not be able to leave him, and you’d end up going with him to the castle, which you didn’t want to do. But your wolf senses were beating your human senses. Jeno stared down at your dripping core, his mouth watering at the sight and he felt less human than he’d ever felt before, wanting to completely destroy you but knowing he shouldn’t because he was raised to respect women.

The two of you completely disregarded your hesitance, looking into each other’s eyes as they almost glowed with desire and want. Jeno pushed down his baggy pants, his cock harder than he’d ever witnessed it to be. It was a violent red and looked like it was going to explode with cum at any second. You bit your bottom lip so hard that you got the bitter metallic taste of blood on your tongue as you watched him take his cock in his hand. It looked so big that you wanted to drag your tongue over it and taste him, but you couldn’t push the desire away to have him inside of you, so that would have to wait. Jeno’s human side couldn’t believe how fast this was happening. He’s supposed to be the sophisticated, eloquent Prince of the Kingdom who’s supposed to marry a Princess and rule the Kingdom one day. But instead he’s about to lose his virginity on the dirty floor of the forest to a girl he’s known a day who lives a rogue life.

He pushed his cock into you once the shiver up his spine caused his body to move without his brain working. You let out a loud moan that sounded almost like a howl, your fingers gripping at the ground, your nails digging into the dirt as your back arched up into Jeno’s touch. Jeno’s jaw dropped open, his breath being ripped from his lungs as he gripped your hips tightly. You looked up at Jeno, noticing his eyes were almost black, the lust swimming around behind his dark irises as he started to thrust his cock into you at an almost inhuman speed. You’d never had sex before, but your body was made to take your mates length and your core stretched perfectly to his size. You whimpered as he lowered his body over the top of your own, his lips finding purchase on your neck. You wound your arms around his back, digging your nails into his damp skin and dragging them down, leaving bright red trails behind. He bit your neck suddenly, a scream leaving your lips as you started to roll your hips up into his thrusts. His teeth broke your skin, and he left his mark on your skin, claiming you as his own. You felt like if he pulled away from you at all, you’d die from loneliness. His lips pressed rough kisses to the mark he’d left, tracing his tongue over the mark to heal it.

A rustling coming from between the trees behind your head caused Jeno to stop. He looked up, sniffing at the air, and letting out a low growl, it rumbling from his throat as his eyes scanned the trees. The sound stopped, then sounded again further away as if something was retreating after hearing Jeno’s warning. His eyes quickly flicked to you instead and he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own, pushing his tongue into your mouth and exploring it as his hips started to move again. Your silky walls sucked his cock in, squeezing over him as it felt like he was made for you, it not feeling painful despite it being your first time. He moaned into your mouth, his hips slamming into yours harder as you felt like the universe was inside of you and it was about to explode, a completely unfamiliar feeling washing over you as your orgasm washed through you like a red hot fire. You clung onto Jeno, not wanting to let go of him as hot ropes of cum shot from his cock inside of you, coating your walls as his head fell to the crook of neck. He relaxed on top of you, the bliss of his orgasm and being in your arms was making him feel lightheaded. You tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling as you held each other in your arms. His cock softened but he left it inside of you, not being able to let go of you.

“I’ll come back with you.” You whispered against his hair, placing a kiss to your mate’s head as his grip on you tightened. The thought of him going back to his home, the castle, and leaving you behind made your heart tear at the seams. You couldn’t let go of him, and you had a feeling it was something to do with the mark he’d left on your neck.

“Thank you. You’ll be treated like a princess, I promise.” His words echoed around your head as your eyes slowly closed, exhaustion from changing into a human and being so close to your mate causing you to pass out underneath him.

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Living in a palace felt odd. You were completely out of your comfort zone, and it had only been two days. The only thing keeping you from running back to your home in the forest was the tie you felt to Jeno. You knew your wolf would go crazy if you were to leave Jeno behind. It still felt strange living in your human form, but you knew there was no way you could be a wolf inside of the castle grounds. Jeno hadn’t left you alone, and he pretty much always had his hands on you, rubbing your skin affectionately and burying his face in your neck or hair. The night you’d gotten back to the castle, Jeno had taken you to his bedroom. You’d never seen a bedroom before, and Jeno’s was huge, the bed feeling soft against your naked back as Jeno fucked you for hours, the both of you getting a feel for each other’s bodies. You hadn’t spoken much, the majority of your relationship being your physical need for each other. All you knew was he’s the Prince of the Kingdom and first in line for the throne.

You stood in front of a full-length mirror; your hair pulled around your shoulder, so it was out of the way for Jeno to lace up your dress from behind. A maid had tried to lace up your dress, but Jeno had stared at her with eyes that could kill and hastily dismissed her when he realised he couldn’t deal with watching someone else be so close to you. You stared at the baby blue material as it brushed against the floor, the silk shining against the natural light as it flooded into the room from the large window. Jeno’s fingers nimbly laced up your dress, his eyes occasionally darting from the back of your dress to stare at your face in the mirror. He was completely in awe of your beauty, and he couldn’t help but want to drag your body over to the bed behind you both and make you so wet that he could lick up your thighs to bury his tongue in your heat like he really wanted to. His eyes started to glow amber as his lust swam through him. You could smell his arousal and cleared your throat.

“Will your parents like me?” You spoke quietly, fiddling with your hair and looking at Jeno through the mirror. Jeno snapped out of his daydream, tying the material in a bow and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, settling his chin on your shoulder.

“My mother will…My father probably won’t, but don’t worry about it princess.” His voice was quiet like your own, and he smiled, placing a wet kiss to your cheek.

“I’m not a princess yet.” You turned you head, your lips brushing against his plush ones as he let out a gentle laugh.

“You’re my princess.”

“We’ve only known each other for a few days…” You couldn’t help the slight hesitance you felt, everything overwhelming you.

“It doesn’t matter, we were meant for each other. I am a prince, so that means you are my princess.” His words caused you to shudder, and he pressed his lips to your own. You wanted to pull away from his searing kiss, but you couldn’t find it within you to drag your lips from his. His arms tightened around your waist, his tongue pushing into your mouth as his fingers gripped at the material on your body.

“Mmm!” You moaned into his mouth but quickly pulled away. “You’ll rip it!” You pushed his hands away and stepped back, noticing his eyes were glowing amber like they did every time he got aroused. He walked back towards you with the lust swimming in his eyes, his hands reaching out for you, but you backed off. “No, we have to meet your parents!” He didn’t seem to be listening though, as he backed you up to the wall and brought your lips back to his own. His kiss was rough and had your stomach dropping at how it made you felt, his arousal sparking up your own. But someone had to take control and you had a feeling that Jeno couldn’t. “Stop.” You growled against his lips, his own breaking from yours.

“Okay.” He complied easier than you thought he would, his head nodding up and down like a submissive dog. “Let’s go.” He brushed the creases that he’d made out of your dress, laying a gentle kiss on your lips that was a complete contrast to his previous kisses. He took your hand in his and guided you through the palace, greeting random members of staff as you travelled around. He stopped in front of big, oak doors that you assumed his parents were behind. “It’s okay.” He pushed the doors open and his eyes locked immediately on his parents, trying to gauge their reaction from afar and taking a deep breath to calm his own nerves. He could feel your anxiety rolling off of you and it was making him feel sick, the negative emotion admitting off of you making him want you out of the room and to protect you from how you were feeling. You glanced at his parents, your eyes shifting from the evil stare of his father to the soft gaze of his mother. He placed his hand on your lower back and guided you further into the room, following the royal red carpet up towards the solid gold thrones his parents were perched on.

The queen was wearing a beautiful dress, it was a deep emerald green that brought out her natural beauty, her hair flowing in curls down her shoulders, with a golden crown perched on top of her head. She looked kind, but you’d learnt throughout your years that looks could be deceiving. The king on the other hand, looked at you with a stare that could kill. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. He looked a lot like Jeno, but with signs of aging and his black hair greying underneath his crown.

“What is the meaning of this Jeno?” The king spoke before you’d even finished approaching them. You heard Jeno let out a sigh from beside you, the both of you coming to a stop at the stairs leading up to the thrones. “I do not approve of this.”

“Father please ju-”

“Is she a wolf?”

“How would you kn-”

“Is she a wolf?!” His father’s voice raised in dominance.

“She is…You don’t understand, I can’t control who I love, because of my…condition. You have no choice but to accept it. Besides, I didn’t come here for your approval, I simply came here to introduce the future princess of the kingdom to you. Charia Kingdom will be lucky to have her as a member of the royal family.” Jeno’s voice was strong through his speech to his parents, his confidence in your relationship making your heart flutter. The queen had a smile on her face, and you immediately knew that you wanted to know more about her. Your own mother hadn’t ever been maternal towards you, and as soon as you could fend for yourself, she had left you and your older brother alone in the forest. So you hoped that she could feel the void your mother left.

“Jeno, I will not allow this!” His father’s voice started to raise and his face hardened.

“You have no choice!” Jeno’s voice rose to compete with his father. You could feel the anger radiating off of Jeno and you moved your hand to grip gently at his bicep, wordlessly telling him to calm down.

“I can assure you that I do.” The king’s voice lowered dangerously, and it sent shivers down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as you thought about all of the bad things that man could potentially do to you and your mate. “Don’t make a decision you’ll regret.”

“If anything happens to me, or her, then you won’t have an heir to the throne. That’s right, you’ll let your family bloodline lose the throne. Because you already got rid of one of your sons, didn’t you?” Jeno’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing at his father. The kings face faltered before he quickly recovered his hard look, it looking harder than ever. “That’s right, I know about what happened with Renjun. You’re the reason I have this curse, so you’re the reason I am marrying a wolf like myself. Get used to it.” He snapped, grabbing your hand and dragging you from the room with long strides, causing you to jog after him so that you could keep up.

“Jeno, calm down.” Your voice was soft, but it fell on deaf ears as Jeno took you through the palace to your shared bedroom. His hand was shaking in your grip, and you could hear his heart pounding in his chest. You smelt the odd smell of arousal, your eyes widening at how he was horny in a moment like this. “Jeno!” He pushed you into the bedroom, slamming the wooden door shut so hard that it almost came off of its hinges, the wood shaking against the frame. He forced you up against the wall, and you knew if you were average like a human, he probably would have broken your back from how hard he shoved you. You let out a whimper which fell into his mouth as his lips smashed to your own. His teeth bit at your bottom lip, tugging at it before sucking it into his mouth. His hands sat on your waist as your hands came to rest on his shoulders, feeling the tension of his anger underneath your fingertips. The kiss was filthy and left you almost dripping down your thighs, your legs almost quivering at the need to feel his cock inside of you, filling you up perfectly how he had been since you’d met.

“You’re dripping for me already aren’t you baby girl?” He growled into your mouth, his fingertips gripping at your silk dress so tightly that the material ripped underneath his hold. You felt dizzy under his hold, his ministrations causing your hormones to rage around your body like a blazing fire. The fogginess of your head meant you’d missed when he lifted your body and threw you onto the bed like a ragdoll. He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at you with glowing amber eyes, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath, your scent making his head stir to the point where he couldn’t even think straight. You stared at him, feeling like prey underneath his flaming eyes. Crawling up the bed on his hands and knees had your legs automatically spreading, his body caging you against the bed as his lips came in contact with your chest. He’d tore your dress from your body, but you still had on your corset and panties.

“Jeno.” You moaned, his teeth nipping at the skin of your breasts as they bulged from the tightness of the corset.

“You smell so good, turn over.” Even though he instructed you to turn over, he didn’t give you a chance to, as he flipped you over and made quick work of the silk holding your corset together. His fingers were shaking so much from his eagerness to buried inside of you that he let out a dangerous growl, forgetting about untying the rest of your corset, pushing your body into mattress and shredding the material of your panties to get access to your soaking pussy. Your face smashed into the soft pillows, your hands laying against the mattress as you pushed your ass back into Jeno’s crotch. Jeno rid himself of his clothes, throwing them to the floor as if they were nothing but cheap rags as he buried his cock inside of you fast. He was in a complete trance of sex and need. You still had your corset on, but Jeno decided it didn’t matter anymore now that he had you where he needed you.

“Jeno,” You felt like the corset was constricting your body like one of the lethal snakes you’d came in contact with many of times throughout your life in the forest. Jeno was thrusting his hips at a fast pace, his cock hitting your insides at the perfect angle and making your eyes roll into the back of your head from the euphoric feeling bursting throughout your nervous system. “take it off of me!” You still weren’t used to wearing clothes, and it was the first time you’d ever experienced something as uncomfortable as a corset. You didn’t understand why women would want to wear something so horrid just to get a specific shape to their body. Humans really did confuse you. When he made no effort to pull the corset off of you, you felt yourself start to freak out. “GET IT OFF OF ME!” You screamed, pushing back against Jeno, and letting out another moan from his cock working wonders inside of you. He stopped thrusting when the scent of fright wafted through his air and infiltrated his senses.

“Okay, calm down my love.” He pulled your body from his own, gently pushing you back to be pressed against the bed as his used his strength to rip the silk holding the corset together, his biceps bulging. He plucked the corset out from underneath your chest and tossed it to the floor. “You’re okay, I wouldn’t let anything ever hurt you. It’s just material.” He understood why you freaked out. Whenever he was in his wolf form in the forest, he felt like the rural areas of the kingdom didn’t exist, and he became accustomed to forest life, so he empathised with how you were trying to adjust. You’d lived in the forest your entire lift and knew nothing else, so Jeno could understand why you would freak out over something as small as a piece of material too tight around your chest. You let out a sigh of relief and melted into his hold, his lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as his hips rolled into yours in a slower pace. You pushed back into his thrusts, your eyes drifting shut as his pace picked up again, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your sopping walls sucking him in perfectly, echoing around the room and making the heat of the room rise.

“Jenoooo.” You whined as he wrapped his arms around your body, lifting you to be pressed against his strong chest as cock hit new angles inside of you. You gripped onto his hands with yours, your nails digging into his skin so hard that blood trickled down onto the sheets underneath you. Jeno reacted by burying his face into your neck, breathing in your scent, and licking his hot tongue over the permanent mark he’d made on your neck the day you first made love.

“Mine.” He growled, and when his teeth nipped at his claiming mark, your orgasm washed over you with such a euphoric feeling that your body shuddered in his tight hold. Lightning struck behind your eyelids as you bathed in the bliss of the feeling of Jeno’s affection. You felt so sleepy from your high that you went limp in his hold, your head lolling back onto his shoulder as he tensed up. “Going to fill you up.”” His teeth nipped at your earlobe as his voice grumbled lowly, his words causing a small whimper to leave your lips at the thought of his seed spilling inside of you. “You’ll look so fucking beautiful when you’re carrying my baby, the future king or queen of this kingdom.” You knew he didn’t mean his words, well at least not at the moment. It was well known that wolves had a keen need to mate with each other, especially when it was nearing a full moon, the need to continue on with the wolf bloodline and nurture your own babies was so overwhelming sometimes that you could cry from the want of being a mother. But other times you could gag at the sight of children, them being your worst nightmare. Jeno had expressed his want for children only a handful of the times that you’d been intimate, but had made sure to tell you when his head wasn’t swimming with lust that he was happy to wait until you were officially married to start making babies. It was lucky that you were only fertile a handful of days every other month, the wolf breeding different to humans and other species, and you hadn’t experienced any of those days since having met Jeno, so you knew you were in the all clear of pregnancy.

The two of you fell flat on the bed, his breath ghosting over your neck as he panted to catch his breath. He let out a soft laugh and circled his hips into yours once more, eliciting a little mewl from your parted lips and a smile to tug on your lips. He stayed inside of you as he rearranged you both so that you were laying on top of him, your head buried in his chest as your nails scratched lightly at his skin.

“My little princess caused some damage.” Jeno held his wounded hand up to assess the damage that you’d done. It was only weeping with blood now because wolves tended to heal slightly faster than humans. You stared at it and then flicked your eyes back to his own adoring eyes.

“I can cause more damage than that if you get on the wrong side of me.” Jeno let out a loud laugh at your words, his hand coming down to lay on your lower back, the stir of affection pooling inside of you as you stared at his angelic features. His lips were a vibrant red from the abuse your lips had inflicted on them, his hair messy and cheeks tinged pink, the afterglow of sex looking divine on him.

“Get some sleep.” He whispered, his hand trailing with a featherlight touch up your back to play with your hair. You relaxed in his hold, feeling incredibly tired and needing to shut down. “Please don’t worry about anything that happened today with my father, you know you have my protection and forever my love. Rest well my angel.” His soothing voice was enough to have you passed out within minutes.

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It was a few days later, early in the morning when the sun had hardly begun to make it’s ascent in the sky when Jeno woke up, sensing something was wrong. The heaviness he should have felt of you tucked up against his chest was missing, making him alert with panic striking through his veins. He gulped, his chest starting to rise and fall fast as his senses heighted, his palms sweating and his throat feeling like it was closing up. It felt like his head was being held underneath water as his hearing and sight started to blur, his own voice echoing around his head as he sprung up. He grabbed the nearest clothes he could find, throwing on the loose baby blue shirt and black trousers as his legs carried him out of his room. He paused, taking in a deep breath to try and pinpoint your scent, his lungs feeling like they were burning from the weak scent of your body that he could pick up.

“(Y/N)!!!” He bellowed through the echoing halls of the palace, his legs carrying him as fast they possibly could. People started to emerge from the rooms, concerned expressions marred on their faces as they watched the prince stumble down the hall, his body slick with sweat and his skin pale.

“Jeno!” Once Jeno heard the familiar voice of the castle’s wizard, Mark, he turned towards the source of the voice. “Jeno what’s going on?!” He grabbed Jeno as he about to run past him, stopping the panicked prince and holding him firmly by the shoulders.

“I-I don’t know where (Y/N) is.” He stuttered out, gulping down the lump in his throat to allow the air to flow through to his wheezing lungs.

“We’ll find her! Calm down, you know it’s not good for you to get worked up.” He didn’t want to verbally remind Jeno of the time he’d injured Mark’s significant other from getting worked up, but Jeno got the hint. “Can you track her scent?” Jeno nodded, the heat in his body making him lightheaded.

“It’s weak.”

“Track her.” Mark urged him, giving him a gentle push forward. Jeno gulped down his emotions, trying to get your taste on his tongue as he looked at his surroundings. He felt the burning inside of him before he could stop it, and his body suddenly erupted into his wolf form. He sniffed the air, your scent completely overtaking his head and causing his legs to take off before he could even think about it. It was as if he could see your scent, the only colour through his black and white vision sitting above the floor like a vibrant mist. His journey took him through the castle grounds, all the way to the gate. Jisung saw Jeno approaching and had opened the gate, letting Jeno run through as fast as he could. He could feel his heart in his chest, the adrenaline pumping through him like a spark on a trail of gunpowder. Your scent got stronger. He knew he was getting close. But seeing your body hidden behind a pile of barrels on the outskirts of the forest had him changing into a human faster than he ever had. You were peeking over a barrel, staring at the town folk as they went about their normal business. He didn’t care that he was barer than the day he was born as he ran up behind you and pulled your body against his own, your back hitting his chest so hard you let out a grunt.

“I thought you were gone.” He whispered into your neck, his lips scaling over your skin as his hands ran over your body, checking for any injuries. “Never do that again.” He held onto you tightly, relishing in your body heat and scent. You relaxed into his touch, your eyes never leaving the scene in front of you though. Jeno sighed, looking up and following your gaze. “What are you looking at?”

“My brother.” You mumbled, pointing at the tall man stood with a petite lady that had a child sat on her hip. Jeno’s eyes followed your finger and his grip softened on you. “I want to go home.” You turned in his hold, burying your head into his chest and letting out a soft sigh.

“Okay baby.” The trip back to the castle was slow. You both phased into your wolf forms and took a slow run home. It still felt strange for you to call the palace your home, but you knew you had to look to the future and stop dwelling on the past. When you got back into the castle grounds the both of you changed back into your human forms and were met by Mark, who gave you clothes to change into. After you were both dressed, Jeno took your hand into his tightly and directed you back to your shared bedroom, sitting you on the bed and taking his place beside you.

Silences ensued between you both for a few minutes, Jeno waiting for you to speak up first, but you just stared at your hand linked with his own. His hand was considerably larger than your own and fit perfectly in yours. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before starting to tell him your story. “My mother left me and my brother when we were young. It was just the two of us alone in the forest until we took a trip to the town. He met a girl, fell in love, and told me that he was going to live his life as a human. He left me alone and today was the first time I’d seen him since he left five years ago.” Your eyes drifted up Jeno’s arm to eventually settle on his face. He was staring at your hands until he noticed that you had started looking at his face. He stared you straight in the eye and gave you a sad smile. “I couldn’t help myself. Now that I live as a human most of the time, I knew I had to see him.”

“You traced his scent?” Jeno asked even though he knew the answer already. You nodded, confirming his suspicions. “You remembered his scent five years later?”

“He’s my only family Jeno, of course I remembered it.” You leaned in, laying your head against his shoulder which took him slightly by surprise. It was often him who had to initiate all displays of affection between the two of you, as you sometimes felt strange putting all of your love into him.

“I’m your family.”

“You’re my mate, there’s a difference.”

“We’ll make our own family.” Jeno moved you around so that his lips were pressed to your neck, his mouth parted and his tongue darting out to trail around in circles on your skin.

“Jeno you never told me your story.” You felt his hand land on your thigh, his fingers slowly massaging at your skin as his tongue pressed harder to your neck.

“You smell so good.” He clearly wasn’t listening, letting his hormones take over his brain to fog up his subconsciousness.

“Jeno.” You said sternly, ignoring the fire that he was causing to ignite in your stomach from the strong scent of hormones he was emitting. He growled into your neck before drawing away from you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes scanned your bedroom.

“My father fucked the witch, had Renjun as an illegitimate child that he hid from everyone, until Renjun’s mother told him, Renjun then confronted the king and the king had his mother killed, and then he tried to attack my father. Long story short, I got in the way and ended up being cursed as a wolf until I die. My father had a bounty put on Renjun’s head after Renjun ran away, and you saw me find out about the truth on the day that we met. Any questions?” He licked his bottom lip as he turned his head to stare at you. You gulped as you took in the information, your eyes wide at the drama that had gone on in the castle whilst you were living your life in the forest. It suddenly occurred to you that if Jeno hadn’t been cursed, then he would never have wolf instincts and you wouldn’t have been mates, so in a way you were glad that it had happened, even if you felt horrible selfish for feeling that way.

“Do you regret that it happened?” You leaned in, placing a timid kiss to his parted lips.

“No, it brought me to you…can I put my babies in you now?” He almost growled, dipping his head and running his tongue up your neck, his hormones and wolf instincts fogging up his head so much that he couldn’t supress his need for you. You knew that he didn’t mean his words, but the impending full moon had a huge influence on his instincts, and his head wasn’t thinking before his mouth was talking. You knew that it would be down to you to stop the baby making happening, because males suffer from the influence of the moon worse than females do. You took a deep breath, trying desperately not to succumb to his pleas, but before you could answer, the door swung open and hit the wall. You both glanced up fast, and you could feel the anger and annoyance radiating off of Jeno as he looked to see who had interrupted you.

“Prince Je-” Mark started; his eyes wide as Jeno cut him off with an annoyed bark.

“What?!”

“The King wants you. Now.” Mark’s face looked pale, and his eyes were wide, like he was afraid of something. You tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows and looking to Jeno.

“Stay here.” He wasn’t asking you; he was telling you, and you didn’t want to piss him off when he was already on edge from the moon.

“He wants to see you both.” Mark gave you a lopsided smile almost as if he was silently apologising. Jeno visibly tensed, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenching as he tried to suppress his anger.

“Fine.” He gently took your hand, a complete juxtaposition to how his actual mood was, and held onto it tightly as Mark lead you both through the castle halls. You noticed that Mark had his wand in his hand, which caused your head to tilt in confusion. In the whole time you’d been at the castle, you hadn’t once seen Mark use his wand or even have it in his hand as if he was ready to use it, and you’d seen Mark nearly every day of the short amount of time you’d been living there. You narrowed your eyes and stopped dead, feeling Jeno gently tug on your arm as he also stopped, glancing at you in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s not right.” You had a bad feeling in your gut, and you gulped, trying to fight the inner urge to run and leave the castle. You smelt something suddenly and quickly turned around as if whatever it was were behind you. You glanced around and felt the air leave your lungs in shock as you realised the smell. It was a smell you’d smelt many times in the forest, and it sent shivers down your spine, now it made sense as to why you couldn’t see anything. “There’s a demon in the castle…I can smell it.” Your words had Jeno’s eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he sniffed the air. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, pulling you firmly. Demons were one of the only creatures of the night that shook you to the core. You knew how dangerous they could be, and even being in the vicinity of one was making you cling onto your mate.

“There isn’t, come on.” You highly doubted Jeno even knew what a demon smelt like, but you weren’t about to argue with him, especially as his grip on your hand became a lot tighter, signalling that even you were starting to irritate him. You both walked after Mark, your heart thudding so hard in your chest you felt like it was going to burst out. Walking into the grand hall, the first thing you noticed was that the King and Queen were perched on their thrones, opposite of the large double wooden doors that you were entering through. The next thing you noticed was that Mark didn’t enter the room, instead he stayed by the door and motioned for you and Jeno to approach his mother and father. Then you took note of all of the knights that lined the outer side of the room, making a makeshift walkway for you both like you were walking up the aisle on your wedding day. Even if Jeno noticed the panic and anxiety radiating off of you, he made no effort to mention it or acknowledgement.

“Nice of you to join us, son.” The King spoke in a sickly-sweet tone putting emphasis on his last word, his lips curling up into a smile that had your stomach swirling. Jeno let go of your hand once you reached the stairs leading up to the thrones, and you reached out to take his hand again but one daring look from the King told you not to.

“What do you want?” Jeno clearly didn’t care to uphold formalities, his tone coming out brash and demanding, like he wasn’t talking to his King. Also he had been interrupted during a time that he didn’t wish to be interrupted, and his excess of hormones flooding throughout his body didn’t make anything easier. The King simply chuckled, nodding his head towards someone out of your line of sight. At the King’s silent request, you felt someone grabbing you from behind, two pairs of hands taking one arm each and holding you tightly. Jeno reacted immediately, about to tear their hands off for touching his mate when he was grabbed himself and forced to kneel on the carpets.

“What are you doing?! Let her go!!!” He roared, his voice echoing through the hall like he was the only person occupying the room. You struggled against their hands, desperately looking to Jeno as they pushed you hard onto your knees. You wanted to change into your wolf form, at least that way you at least stood a chance, but before you could the King piped up.

“If either of you change into your mutt forms. I’ll have all of my men behead her in front of you.”

“Father! Please don’t do this!” Jeno resorted to pleading, his entire body starting to quiver in fear and repressed power. He was trying so hard not to change, he always struggled with his emotions causing his body to react before his brain could, but your life was on the line.

“I told you not to make a decision you’d regret.” The King stood up but made no effort to move from his spot. “Now’s your last chance Jeno. Make it quick.”

“I choose her! I don’t care if you disown me and kick me out. I’d rather that than lose her.” Jeno glanced at you, his eyes glistening as they glowed amber, his inner wolf ready to burst out. Your bottom lip wobbled as you held back tears, seeing your mate in distress was causing you distress, and you felt touched that he chose you over everything he’d ever known. You’d only known him for just over two weeks, yet he was choosing you because his instincts wouldn’t let him live if he chose otherwise.

“Who said anything about disowning you or kicking you out? No no my sweet boy.” The King laughed sinisterly, his smirk growing as he stared down at his son. “I wouldn’t do that to you, you’re my son!” He turned his head towards the guards holding you and nodded his head once more, his face falling into one of no emotion. “Kill her.”

“NO!” Jeno couldn’t hold it in any longer, and his body ripped into his enormous wolf form that had the knights holding onto him flying across the floor from the power. He let out a loud growl as he turned towards you, but by the time he had his eyes on you, one of the guards had their dagger to your throat. The cold blade pressed so tightly against your neck that you felt hot blood trickle down your chest, but it didn’t hurt, you had too much adrenaline rushing through you. As Jeno’s eyes focused on the scarlet liquid running down your throat, he swore to himself he would rip anyone to shreds that hurt you. All the surrounding knights drew their swords and pointed them towards you and Jeno, circling you like a pack of hungry wolfs about to devour a deer, only you never thought you’d be the deer of the situation. Your body was shaking, terror quaking your soul when you realised this could be the end. All because fate made the Prince of the Kingdom your mate.

Everything went silent and still as an emerald green light flew through the hall, it light up the room like a fire and hit a group of knights with such a hard impact that it sent them flying into the opposing wall. You couldn’t see what was going on, as you were being held so tightly, but you heard shouting and saw many more sparks in an array of colours flying through the air. Suddenly you were thrown to the floor, your body hitting the cold tiles hard, but it didn’t stop you from jumping up and taking a stance beside Jeno. You looked over towards the door where the sparks were coming from and you saw Mark holding his wand out with Renjun beside him, and Jisung on his other side. Renjun had his wand drawn, and Jisung’s eyes were glowing golden. Jeno had informed you before that Jisung was a dragon, but you had yet to see his other form, you’d heard stories about dragons and wondered if he could even fit in the grand hall in his dragon form. You soon found out, as Jisung’s body was swallowed up in flames and in his place grew a dragon that nearly touched the untouchably high ceiling. He used his tail and swiped at many knights, knocking them all to the floor hard enough that they didn’t get back up again. The other knights didn’t last long, as Renjun and Mark took most of them out, and Jeno lunged at the ones who had been holding onto you. You turned your head away, but the sounds of their bloodcurdling screams didn’t last long once Jeno had gotten his teeth into their necks.

Mark and Renjun rushed to you both, leaving Jisung in the entrance of the room to stop anyone else from entering. The King’s eyes went as wide as a full moon, his mouth opening and parting in shock at the sight of his runaway bastard, he also knew that he had no one to protect him now that all of his knights were either unconscious or dead.

“R-Renjun?” The King stuttered out, his fists clenching tightly as he looked at you all.

“Hello Father, did you miss me?” Renjun smirked, gripping his wand tighter as the thought of revenge for the death of his mother played on his mind. The King’s jaw tightened, and his eyes darted to the boy stood beside Renjun.

“Mark, how could you betray me like this?! You will be hung for this, after I hang your little bitch of a maid first.” He sneered, still thinking he had the right to throw his orders around despite being outnumbered.

“I was never hired to help you. My specific orders were to make sure your son was safe. I’m just doing as I’m told your highness.” Mark deadpanned, unaffected by the threat of being hanged. You looked over at Jeno, seeing how the fur on his back was rising as he growled. Without any more being said, he took off, running at his father with his teeth bared. But he suddenly stopped dead. The King had withdrawn a knife, and had the Queen in his arms, the shining blade pressed against her throat.

“One more move Jeno and your mother’s blood will be spilling on the floor.” The King said lowly with so much threat in his voice that it sent shivers down your spine. Jeno whimpered, his undying love for his mother ceasing all of his plans to kill his father. She looked panicked in his hold, her hands gripping tightly at his arm as large tears rolled down her pink cheeks. You would never have expected the King to turn on his own wife, but the evil glint in his eye proved to you that he had completely lost his mind, mad with power at his sons’ defiance. The King was too busy staring his son in the eye that he didn’t notice Renjun raise his wand. The spell hit the King in face, the magic black as night and not giving the King any chance to dodge it. The knife fell to the floor with an echoing clang, the Queen breaking free of her husband’s hold and running down the stairs to her son’s side. The King staggered back, his hands coming to his throat as he struggled to breathe, his mouth gasping for breath until his face turned purple, which quickly turned to an icy blue, just before he collapsed to his knees, and fell face fire onto the floor, lifeless.

Renjun had gotten his revenge, and he couldn’t stop the smirk that tugged at his lips as he saw the man who took his mother’s life away, dead on the floor in front of his own throne.

“Jeno!” You rushed to him as his body shrank back into his human form. His body sweating and his skin looking paler than you’d ever seen as he stared at the body of his father. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into his neck, hoping that your scent would calm him down, which it did, and he visibly relaxed in your hold.

“Baby…” He whispered, burrowing his nose in your hair, and inhaling your scent, thanking all the gods that ever lived that he wasn’t holding your lifeless body. He held you tightly, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath. You were still in mild shock at what had happened, and your neck was starting to hurt from the minor cut you had received, but it wasn’t bleeding anymore thankfully. Once Jeno had ran his hands all over your body to check for anymore injuries and had declared you safe, he turned his head to Mark and Renjun, also noticing that Jisung had changed back into his human form, covering himself up with Mark’s cloak that he’d passed to him clearly to keep his pride intact. “Renjun, how did you…?” He couldn’t find the words, but Renjun knew what he was implying.

“Mark has known where I’ve been since he started working here. He came to me and told me that you were in danger…I didn’t even think about it, I had to be here for you.” Jeno felt his eyes brimming with tears, the lump in his throat almost choking him as he stared at his brother. He no longer cared that he’d cursed him for life, because it brought him to you, and because in the end, Renjun, the person he’d grown up besides, was his brother, and he knew he should be happy about it. He then looked at Mark and raised an eyebrow, silently asking the question that was playing on your mind too.

“I had heard from someone that the King was planning on killing (Y/N), I knew I couldn’t take him down on my own, and you’re a big bundle of fur and emotions so you couldn’t do it alone,” He ignored the scowl that Jeno gave him as he said that. “So I got Renjun, however…I didn’t think it would escalate this much.” Jeno gulped and smiled, grateful that he had people who would put their own lives at risk for his life and his happiness.

“What about Jisung? Why is he here?” The Queen asked quietly, not happy that they brought the young boy into something that would surely turn into a fight, her maternal instincts flaring over the boy who wasn’t even her own son.

“I heard Mark talking to his girlfriend about it and there was no way I was being left out!” He grinned from ear to ear, clearly excited about the whole thing.

“Mother, did you know that father was planning this?” Jeno stayed sitting on the floor so that his mother didn’t see his private parts, he still wanted to keep his modesty. You clung onto him tightly, your hand rubbing his arm slowly to keep his emotions stable. The Queen shook her head with wide eyes, gasping at the question.

“Of course I didn’t, if I had then I would have warned you to run away. Nothing I could have said to him would have changed his mind, but at least I could have potentially saved your lives.” She took off her own cloak and handed it to Jeno, letting him lay it over his lap to hide himself better.

“Jeno.” Mark called out, gaining everyone’s attention as he walked past everyone over to the King’s body, picking up the golden crown from the floor by his head. “You know that this makes you the King, don’t you?” Jeno hadn’t even thought of that, and his mouth popped open in shock. Then it dawned on him, and he shook his head quickly.

“No. Renjun is the Kings son too, and he’s older than me. That crown belongs to him.” You could feel Jeno’s muscles tensing underneath your palms, indicating that he was getting uncomfortable. You weren’t sure how royalty worked, so you had no idea if what Jeno was saying was correct or not.

“But I’m a bastard Jeno, the Queen isn’t my mother…you have more of a claim to the throne than me.” Renjun’s eyes widened as he stared at the crown.

“You killed him, it’s yours.” Jeno argued softly, shaking his head as he glanced down at your delicate hands on his skin, letting his head hang. Renjun walked up to Mark, taking the crown from him, and inspecting it in his hands. He shook his head, walking up to Jeno and placing it on his younger brother’s head with a smile.

“You always wanted it, it’s yours Jeno.” He placed his hand on Jeno’s shoulder and patted it gently. Jeno looked up with wide, innocent eyes brimming with tears. You could see how much Jeno wanted that crown, and you had no idea that he was that desperate for it until that moment. “I always thought that King Jeno sounded a lot better than Prince Jeno anyway.”

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A week later Jeno was coronated as King. The entire Kingdom rejoiced that the cruel King was dead and replaced with his son. The Queen had decided to stay in the castle, but she gave up her title as Queen to live a peaceful life, now ready to enjoy watching her son rule the Kingdom. Jeno had introduced you to the Kingdom as his Queen, but you weren’t officially the Queen until you married him, but neither of you cared for that yet, and that didn’t stop Jeno from putting the Queen’s crown on your head. The full moon came and went fast, and both of you had recovered from it with ease. Jeno had fucked you in your bedroom until the sun came up to release the pent-up instincts lingering inside you both, keeping you both away from the moonlight in an attempt to stop your bodies changing. It felt strange not going on a run in your wolf form during the full moon, but you’d both agreed to do that on the full moon after, since this was your first one as mates so you couldn’t take your hands off of each other.

Renjun had returned to the castle with his girlfriend, the bounty over his head completely abolished so he could live safely and peacefully in the castle where he was raised. Jeno had appointed him as his right-hand man, letting Mark keep his position as the castle’s wizard. It couldn’t hurt to have two wizards on hand, and Jeno was more than happy that he’d let go of his past anger towards Renjun and was instead loving having a big brother. The past four months had gone by like a dream, and you were still in mild shock at how much your life had changed just from protecting strangers in the forest from the man you now cuddled up to every night in bed.

As you stood on one of the castles balconies staring out at the setting sun as it shone across the Kingdom, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift towards the forest to the side of the Kingdom, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you watched the shadows dance around amongst the trees. You sensed Jeno approaching you from behind before you felt him. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind silently, and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck before settling his chin on your shoulder, staring out at his Kingdom with his love in his arms. You felt comfortable, like nothing could harm you when you were wrapped in his strong embrace.

“Do you want to go on a run tonight?” He spoke quietly in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe playfully and giving you a tender squeeze. You giggled and leaned your head back against him, humming in contentment.

“Can we stay here?” You lifted your head up when he made a strange noise in confusion, his eyes widening at your request.

“But you love going on runs?” He couldn’t quite understand why you’d choose staying in the confinements of the castle over running free and stretching your legs in your wolf form.

“I can’t change forms Jeno. Not for a while.” You whispered, slowly taking his hands from around you and instead placing them both on your flat abdomen. Jeno’s eyebrows knitted together as he thought over the reasons why wolfs can’t change forms. But the only one that poked out amongst the options was one that had the wolf inside of him yearning for you and causing his face to nuzzle into your neck more.

“How long have you known?” He rubbed his hands against your stomach gently, the pride inside of him making him feel like he was on top of the world at finding out about the baby he’d gifted you both with. He had noticed that your scent had changed recently, but he hadn’t thought much of it, as he didn’t know what a pregnant wolf would smell like.

“Not long, I assume it happened on the last full moon…I know this is a lot faster than we planned but it’s only natural for us to move fast, it isn’t about what our minds want-”

“It’s about what our hearts want.” Jeno cut you off and took the words right out of your mouth. You smiled and melted into his hold. “It’s also hard to control your urges, I’ve found it a lot harder to resist things since living like this.”

“I wouldn’t know any different.” You giggled, staring out at the courtyard of the castle.

“I much pr-” Jeno started talking but you cut him off quickly, gasping loudly and pointing out at one of the wooden doors that lead to the inside of the castle.

“There!” Jeno was on high alert now, his eyes following to where you were pointing, but he couldn’t see anything.

“What is it?” You started to shiver in his hold, your hand trembling as you gently pulled it in against your chest with your heart racing faster than it does when you go running in your wolf form. You continued to stare at the door as it swung open once more, before closing again, but there was no one opening and closing it. Jeno then noticed the door moving with no one making it move, his breath hitching in his throat as he dared to speak. “How is the door doing that on its own?”

“It’s not doing it on its own…” You whispered, dragging your eyes away to turn around and look Jeno in the eye.

“But…what could be doing that then without us being able to see it?” He frowned in confusion; worry littered across his face as he stared down at your own worried expression. You took a deep breath, knowing you were right all along about what you’d smelt on the day the King died.

“A demon.”

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(Wow it’s been so long since I posted Renjun’s part so sorry about that! Anyway I hope this isn’t flop city like the other two parts lol. I hope you enjoyed it and I’m so sorry about how fast paced this was and how much smut there was, but it’s vital to the story! Love you, thanks for reading and as per usual, feedback is wanted! If you reblog this pleeeease write your thoughts in the tags, as I check every reblog and get sad when I see no taggies. Also let me know if you spotted the hint in this story about the next story ;) Thanks!)

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scribomaniac · 3 years

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Something Wicca This Way Comes Ch 14

Grunting as the air was knocked from her lungs, Emma somersaulted behind a chair in the attic, just barely dodging a fireball. Closing her eyes and her fist, she tried to pull on her new powers. Nothing.

Feeling a shadow fall over her, Emma’s eyes snapped open and she found a shadowy figure looming over her. Curling back her lips, she decided to switch tactics. Roaring with rage, Emma launched her self at their torso and tackled them to the ground. The figure let out a shrilly scream and then the shadows around it receded to reveal Tink.

The white-lighter grimaced up at Emma, “Not bad,” she wheezed, “but I don’t think that will work against the actual Source.”

Breathing heavily, Emma shrugged, “Never know until you try, right?” Emma helped the smaller woman up, then pushed the hair away from her face. “And I’m sorry but I just can’t take you seriously. I know this,” she waved at Tink, referencing the previous transformation, “is supposed to make me feel like I’m actually in danger but it really doesn’t.”

Tink did a good job turning herself into a menacing figure, and had nailed the illusion of fireballs and energy balls, but in the end, Emma knew it was all fake and that the woman would never intentionally hurt her.

“Well you’ve got to learn how to use your powers on command, Emma!” Tink threw her hands up, practically stomping her foot as well. “Not just when you’re in danger!”

“Yeah, well,” Emma sighed. When she’d been a Firestarter, using her powers had been so easy. That heat was always inside her, ready to overflow like lava. It hadn’t always been like that though. Her earliest memories of learning to use her magic consisted of Rumpelstiltskin screaming and threatening her, backing her into a corner until he got the result he desired. It was because of that that Emma had suggested this type of training, but it didn’t seem to be working. Emma shook her head, “Maybe if you yelled more?”

A bright white light rose from the floor, interrupting their conversation. After only a few seconds Will emerged from the light, a bright smile on his face. “Hello ladies. Emma, your mom just got back.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Tink stepped in front of Emma to block her from leaving the attic. “We need to figure this out, Emma!”

“Figure what out?” Will asked, looking nervously between the two of them. Then, “Wait, your power thing?”

“The only time you’ve been able to use them so far was during the last two demon attacks.”

Emma rolled her eyes as Tink pointed at her, “Yeah, and? I can use them when it counts so what does it matter?”

“Using them when it counts and using them to defeat the Source are two different things.”

“Okay,” Will stepped in, steadfastly not making eye contact now. “Tink, ah, why don’t you go take a break. I think Liam’s down at the pub. He could probably use some help training the new bartender.” When Tink merely raised a brow at him, he waved her on, “Come on, I’ll take over the training from here.”

Narrowing her eyes, Tink asked, “You’re sure? You’re not just going to blow it off as soon as I leave?”

“Scout’s honor, now shoo.”

With a long sigh, the white-lighter relented and orbed away.

“Alright then,” Emma placed her hands on her hips. “What did you have in mind?”

Clapping his hands together, Will answered, “A break! Come on.” The youngest Jones brother led Emma over to the windows and had her sit down.

“Didn’t you just promise Tink?” Emma asked wryly. “Scout’s honor and all that?”

“A break is not the same thing as blowing it off,” Will answered easily. “Now, tell me everything you’ve tried so far.”

So Emma did. Over the past week and a half she and Tink had tried what felt like everything. Walking into pitch black rooms, using magical stimulants, asking Jones ancestors for help, even. Nothing had summoned even a spark from the Savior. Nothing, it seemed, except the pure adrenaline that came from a life or death situation.

Will hemmed and hawed at all the right times, his mouth set in a firm line as he considered her words. “And before, when you were in the Underworld, this was how you trained your powers? The Source would attack you?”

Emma shrugged, then nodded.

“And so when you used your powers after that, what did you focus on?”

“What do you mean?”

Biting down on his lip, Will was silent for a second as he thought to rephrase his question, “I mean, what did you feel when you used your powers? When you summoned fire? Scared? Happy? Emotionless?”

The answer came surprisingly easy to Emma, even though she’d hardly ever thought of it before. Softly, she answered, “Angry. I felt anger.”

Will nodded excitedly, as if that made complete sense. “Right, okay, yeah! You were angry because of how he treated you, right?”

Emma nodded slowly. It was true, she’d been angry at her life in the Underworld, but she wasn’t just angry at the Source. She’d been angry at her parents for giving her up, the Seer for making her drink that bitter tonic, Bae for watching everything happen but never helping her. And she’d been angry at herself, for never fighting back.

“So anger was the trigger then, but it isn’t now, because so much has changed, right?” Not waiting for Emma to even nod this time, the half white-lighter continued, “So we have to find the new trigger—the new emotion for you to draw on. The last time you used them, what did you feel?”

“I don’t know,” Emma tried to think back. It’d been an attack by some lesser demons, but there’d been a lot of them. David had been there too, and Emma had been worried he’d get hurt in the crossfire. “Scared, I guess. For David.”

Will’s eyes narrowed, and then he lunged and shouted in her face, “Boo!”

Startling, Emma fell back against the chair’s arm, “What the hell was that?”

“Did I scare you?”

“What?” Emma frowned, “Yes! Jeez, of course you scared me, you screamed right in my face.”

Will shrugged, “Then fear’s not the trigger.”

Emma rolled her eyes. This was going no where. Killian had once told her that Will was studying Psychology. She wondered if this was practice for him or something.

“Okay, I want to try something else.”

“Can we just go back to the training?”

“This is training,” Will insisted. “Now, close your eyes.”

Emma stared at him blankly, not deigning the request with a verbal rejection.

“I know this is hard for you, Emma,” Will said, looking straight into her eyes and forcing her to see the pure sincerity in his own. “But please, trust me. Just for a little bit.”

Pursing her lips, Emma took in a deep breath before doing as he asked.

“Okay,” Will said slowly, “now I want you to really think back to the last attack. Tell me what happened.”

This was silly. Shaking her head but keeping her eyes closed, Emma replied, “Seven lower level demons attacked the manor. Two went after you and Killian, three went after Liam, and two appeared behind David.”

Will’s voice was calm and steady as he asked, “And you were scared he was going to get hurt?” Emma nodded. “So what did you do then?”

“I ran towards him and used my power to vanquish them.”

“Okay, now I want you to reflect on that moment. The moment where you decided not to run and save yourself, but to run towards someone in danger. Did you feel anything? Did you think about it?”

Emma remembered the look on David’s face. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open as he watched the demons work. Emma’s heart stopped dead at his expression, and then when she saw the two demons shimmer behind him, when one summoned a fireball to his hand, there hadn’t been time for second thoughts. All Emma knew was that she couldn’t let him die. Couldn’t let her father die. She needed to protect him, would do anything to protect him, even if it meant sacrificing herself to do so.

“Emma,” Will’s soft voice permeated her thoughts, “open your eyes.”

When she did, she gasped. The whole room was lit up with a golden light. Looking down at her hands, she found herself to be the source. It was beautiful and shone even brighter than a white-lighter.

Will’s grin was wider than his face could manage. It was contagious too and soon Emma felt her own smile cracking against her lips. “Looks like we found your trigger.”

Feeling like a child on Christmas morning, Emma ran down to tell Mary Margaret the news. The older witch was ecstatic by the development, immediately suggesting new methods of training and ways to manipulate Emma’s light. It was like a light switch had been turned on inside Emma’s head. By the afternoon, she was able to focus the light on her hands, control its brightness, and she’d even been able to shoot off a few bolts at small targets.

Eventually Mary Margaret had called it a day, not wanting Emma to overtire herself, and suggested they take a break—a proper one this time, Will had joked—by looking through some old family photos. Unsurprisingly, most of the photos centered around Emma’s brother, Neal.

“And here he is at his high school graduation,” Mary Margaret flipped through her phone with a soft smile on her face. “You should have seen your father when he was accepted into UCLA. I swear that smiles was screwed onto his face for weeks.”

Emma hummed, not entirely sure what that all meant. She knew UCLA was a college, sure, but she didn’t get why someone would get so excited about going there. Then Mary Margaret swiped to another picture and this one showed Emma’s younger brother wearing a blow and gold football uniform. “Is he on the team?”

“Just for the first couple of years,” Mary Margaret nodded. “Then he quit to focus more on his studies. He’d decided to become a teacher halfway through and needed to take extra classes to catch up. Football’s pretty intense there so he wasn’t able to keep up with both.”

“A teacher, huh?” Emma hadn’t missed the way Mary Margaret’s eyes had lit up at the mention. “Like mother like son.”

Ducking her head but grinning proudly, Mary Margaret chuckled, “Yeah, I don’t know what made him change his mind, but it was a happy surprise. For me at least. You wouldn’t believe how angry his grandfather became after Neal made the decision. Ah,” her brows raised and she quickly looked over at Emma, “I mean, your grandfather. Both of yours. Sorry.”

Not offended by the slip up in the slightest, Emma shrugged and asked, “Why’d he get mad?”

“He was originally going to study law,” Mary Margaret rolled her eyes and then swiped through a few more photos until she found one that included her, David, a toddler Neal, and a few other people Emma didn’t recognize. “Here’s your grandpa George,” she zoomed onto the face of a balding old man with perfect posture and a hard lined mouth. “He owns a law firm in L.A and wanted Neal to take it over for him one day. He had the same reaction when David dropped out of law school and entered the police academy.”

“Did he ever get over it?” Emma frowned at the picture. The man looked cold and mean, not unlike some of the faces she’d grown up with in the Underworld.

“It took a few weeks, but he eventually came around. George can be a bit crotchety at times but he’s a big softie when it comes to Neal since he’s—or, was—his only grandchild.”

“What about him?” Emma pointed to another man in the photo, one who had an identical face to David’s. “You didn’t tell me David was a twin.”

Mary Margaret’s lips thinned. “That’s James, your uncle.”

“No kids from him, then?”

“No, thank God. Oh!” Mary Margaret’s eyes went large and Emma laughed. “No, that was unkind. Ah, I just mean he never found the time, I guess. He’s a lawyer too, and—”

“And he’s a total jackass?” Emma guessed, a wide grin pulling at her lips. Before this Emma had thought the woman a saint with no bad words to say about anyone—demons excluded, of course.

Sighing in defeat, Mary Margaret nodded, “Utterly and completely.”

The image on Mary Margaret’s phone disappeared, revealing a name as a call interrupted them. “Oh, that’ll be my sub. I need to take this.” She gave Emma an apologetic smile.

“Go for it, I’m going to take a shower.”

The room the Jones brothers had given her was located on the second floor. It used to be a study for Liam, and before that a nursery, so it wasn’t very big, and it hadn’t been updated in at least twenty years, but it was comfortable and gave Emma a place to go for privacy. They’d made the decision to have her stay with the Charmed Ones to provide extra protection and the cut down on any travel time between the Manor and the Nolan’s house.

Opening her closet and pulling out a new, non-sweat covered shirt and pants. She’d have to grab a new towel from the linen closet in the hallway since she’d thrown her other one in the hamper this morning. Once all this was over, Emma had decided, she’d be over the moon to have her own bathroom again. She’d never truly appreciated the luxury a private bathroom was.

Another reason Emma was staying in the manor was because they’d decided to wait to tell Neal about her existence until after destroying the Source. Neal knew he had a sister, theoretically, but he didn’t know she was alive and in contact with his parents. They still weren’t sure how they’d break it to him. He had no idea that his mother was a witch since Mary Margaret had given up the practice ages ago. So that left them with two options, either fessing up about the whole things, or coming up with a new lie. Personally, Emma preferred the later option. Neal had been told his sister was kidnapped as a baby, all Emma had to do was say something like she’d tracked them down through some DNA testing site or something. David had been on board with that plan, but Mary Margaret was obviously uncomfortable about lying to her son. Omission was one thing, she had said, but outright lying was another.

“Hello dear.”

Emma’s heart stopped. Spinning around, she found the Seer lounging on the bed. Her blood red lips were pulled back into a devious smirk, reminding Emma of a snake that was eager for an easy meal.

“Regina,” Emma growled. Fists curling, her hands began to glow. “What are you doing here?”

Not bothering to move an inch, Regina shrugged a diamond covered shoulder, “I wanted to check in on you. It’s been so long since we last spoke.” Quirking a brow, she asked, “By the way, how’s your mother?”

Raising her luminous hands, Emma took a step forward, ready to end the Seer’s life right here, right now.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Regina held up a finger, her smile broadening. “If you vanquish me now, then you’ll never defeat the Source.”

Frowning, Emma paused but didn’t lower her hands. “What did you see?”

Casually, as if she wasn’t two seconds away from being smited into oblivion, Regina stood from the bed and walked around the room. Trailing her finger along the wooden dresser and sneering at the floral drapes. “Who decorated this place?”

“Regina,” Emma snapped, finally putting her hands down and dispersing her magic. If the Seer had wanted her dead, she would have attacked by now. Or she would have had someone attack her by now. And since neither of those things had happened, that could only mean she wanted something from Emma. “What did you see?”

“Many things,” Regina hummed, now directing her gaze up to the crown moldings. “The future is not yet set you see, but the odds are not in your favor, dear.”

Emma knew she was being baited. Regina used to play this game all the time when Emma was a child. She’d tease out details of the future in order to have Emma beg for more information. Not this time, though, because this time Emma knew something Regina didn’t.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Emma said, “Screw the odds, you don’t know what you’re talking about. If you did then you’d have killed me after stealing me from my mother.”

Spinning around to stare straight at Emma, her dark red dress swishing loudly at the movement, Regina barked out a laugh, “You think so? Why? Because you’re the Savior?” Seeing Emma’s eyes widen, she laughed again, “I’ve always known what you are Emma. I’m the Seer,” her lips pulled back in disgust, “I knew what your destiny would be long before you were a thought in Mary Margaret’s pretty little head.”

Emma’s brows furrowed. If Regina’s known this whole time, then Rumpelstiltskin must know too. So what’s he playing at? If he knows who she is and that she’s destined to kill him, then why has he let her live for so long? Why did he make her so powerful? Why did he keep her at his side? Regina had to be up to something. Emma thought of Glass and his fate. Regina had gotten the demon killed without lifting a finger.

“So many thoughts, so little time,” Regina tutted. “I never told Rumple. He just thinks you’re a Firestarter,” she shrugged, like an afterthought, “maybe a bit more powerful than most, but nothing more.”

“Why?” It didn’t make any sense. Regina was the Source’s right hand. She helped him gain power centuries ago, she told him everything. So why didn’t she tell him this? Why did she want Rumpelstiltskin dead, or was this a trap? “What are you up to?”

“Nothing you need to worry about, I assure you.” Stepping closer, Regina continued, “All you need to worry about is getting stronger, and you won’t be able to do that while working with that insufferable white-lighter or your pure-hearted mother.”

“Don’t you dare talk about Mary Margaret,” Emma said, her tone low and deathly serious. “I should kill you right here and now for what you did to us.”

“Probably, but you won’t.” Regina stepped even closer, looking straight into Emma’s eyes.

Emma raised a brow, “You sure about that?”

Regina chuckled, “You need me to find Rumpelstiltskin’s dagger. Killing me will just ensure your own demise, and the demise of everyone you love. No,” she smiled, all teeth and no warmth, “you’re too smart to kill me now. I raised you better than that.”

Maybe what she said was right and Emma couldn’t kill her, that didn’t mean she had to put up with this. Hands flashing brightly, Emma pushed Regina hard. The Seer hissed as she fell backwards across the room. The fabric covering her shoulders were scorched and blackened and smokey tendrils turned into a hazy mist around Regina’s face. Through the fabric Emma could see Regina’s skin, shiny and red with blood, begin to heal.

“You raised me to be a killer,” Emma straightened her book and looked down at the demon responsible for the piece of shit she’d called a life. “So don’t test me.”

Standing back up to her full height, Regina tried plastering on her usual grin but it was obviously strained. “Guess you’re not as smart as I thought.”

Lifting her chin, Emma replied, “Guess I’m not as afraid of you as you thought. Now get out.”

Regina blinked. “What?”

“Get out of this house,” Emma repeated. “I don’t need your help and I don’t need it. I’m not playing your games anymore, Regina.”

“So what?” Regina laughed, incredulous, “You’re letting me go?”

Emma nodded, “You get this one pass, but if I ever see you again I swear to god, Regina, I’ll burn you into oblivion.”

“Stupid child,” Regina hissed. “You’ll regret this.” Then, in a wave of white light, she vanished from Emma’s room.

Knowing the Seer, she headed straight for the Underworld with the intention of telling the Source of her new “discovery” and that Emma was the Savior. Once Rumpelstiltskin knew of her true identity, he was sure to come after her himself, holding nothing back. She was ready for him though, she could feel it in the marrow of her bones. Regina was wrong. Every second of every day Emma grew more into her power and her strength, and it was only a matter of time now before her light eclipsed the Source’s darkness. Like a candle at the end of its life, Rumpelstiltskin’s reign of terror was about to be snuffed out. Let him come.

#charmed au #something wicca this way comes #ouat #emma swan #tinkerbell #liam jones ii #captain swan #i realized i never posted this chapter to tumblr #oops #my bad

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starkerkeyz · 5 years

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Inner Heat

I sent Cage a couple paragraphs of smut to feel better a few days ago, as you do for your friends, and she asked me to expand on it so here it is :)

This is also MY 300 FOLLOWER MILESTONE FIC! :D Thank you guys so much for the love and attention and good vibes 🥰

Warnings: NFF, choking, mild cum-play, D/s

"Are you sure?" Peter says from atop Tony's lap like sitting on a man's cock is the best time to check in. Tony pets his thighs soothingly. Peter is one of the best partners he’s ever had but he’ll get the kid, hopefully, to a point where he’s more confident in himself.

"Yes. Trust me, I'm into it." Tony's into a lot of things the kid would feel the need to check in about. They're easing their way to those other kinks. For now they’ve gone over technique and theory and Tony has given his full consent; it’s time to get to the fun part and experiment.

Peter nods and then leans forward enough to flutter his hands around Tony's collarbones. He takes long enough that Tony picks up his hand and gives his knuckles a kiss; then he puts Peter's hands on his neck and lets go.

"Okay. Okay." Peter tightens his hands and unconsciously his pelvis tightens in conjunction. He gasps softly when he feels Tony's cock buck deep within him. Fuck, he really is into this. He can see it in Tony’s blown pupils and parted lips, in the way his tongue darts out and his body relaxes while his cock stiffens. Peter feels a rush of power knowing that he’s the one putting that look on Tony’s face.

“How-how was that?” Peter starts and repeats, easing up on the pressure and removing his hands entirely. His eyes drop to where his hands had been; looking for any red marks or signs of bruising.

“A tease.” Tony says bluntly, taking any possible edge off his words with a grin and a quick swivel of his hips into Peter. He tugs him down to swallow his gasp in a kiss, fingers weaving into brown curls and holding him there. Tony gave a small pull and a gentle kiss, just enough pressure to tickle the nerve endings. Then, he tugged; igniting the same spots and biting into Peter’s lower lip when the younger man’s cock leaked and twitched visibly from the treatment. Tony smirked and let him go with a parting kiss. “See the difference?”

“Y-yeah. I do.” Peter had to resist the urge to squirm and ride Tony into the mattress. This was for Tony. He couldn’t get distracted by his own horniness.

“You can move while you’re doing it.” Tony adds, nonchalant, like Peter isn’t clamping down eagerly with each word. He tips his head so his throat is bared and suddenly it seems so vulnerable and erotic to Peter. He licks his lips and cups his palm around Tony’s neck, slotting his fingers into place, lashes falling down as his eyes flutter half lidded in arousal. His hand looks so soft compared to Tony’s skin.

Peter experiments by lifting his hips without letting go and- oh. Oh, yes. Tony’s cock glides against his inner walls, rubbing him in all the right spots; and when Peter rises up he leans his weight a little forward, each time pressing downwards onto Tony -careful not to lean too much weight, though- and he’s watching the man’s face go red and his eyes hazy. Peter’s dick is a forgotten brand of pleasure against his stomach. It’s ignored in favor of keeping both hands on Tony’s throat.

Peter has no idea why he likes this as much as he does. There’s no denying the way he’s leaking pre all over Tony’s belly or the way Tony’s pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. He lets up on the pressure at the same time he slams himself down and grinds his hips in a slow, sinful circle; using a swivel Tony taught him.

The sound Tony lets out isn’t a word but conveys an entire dialogue of pleasure all the same.

Peter feels like his entire life’s focus is narrowing to that one sweet cry falling from Tony’s lips. It reaches somewhere deep inside of him and pulls out something dark and warm and Peter knows one absolute fact; he’s going to get Tony to make that noise again. And again. And again.

“Look at you.” Peter’s talking before he’s thought about what he’s going to say. Usually that’s a bad thing but right now it’s so easy. He doesn’t need to think about anything but how to keep Tony’s cock hard and his eyes blown until the brown is almost gone. “You’re so beautiful like this. You’re so hard inside me. You like it when I ride you with my hands on your neck?”

Tony nods his head; doesn’t even try to speak. His brain is swimmy and his body is thrumming. Peter’s been squeezing his inner walls in time with his fingers and his inadvertent double stimulation has pushed Tony right out of his own head and into a place of heat and bliss. He’s so close already.

He reaches for Peter’s thighs, misses, lands on his knees instead. He traces upwards, undeterred, and skims the nail of his thumbs over Peter’s inner thighs to get his attention.

“What is it, baby?” Peter’s never called Tony that- not like this. It makes his dick throb so good. Is this how Tony feels when he calls Peter those pet names all the time? Peter lets go of Tony’s neck to give him air to breathe and room to talk.

“Close.” Tony’s single word reply is wrecked. The spot where Peter’s been gripping is red and angry. There’s going to be a collar of bruises for days when they’re done with this scene. Peter imagines sinking his teeth into the bruises and drops a hand down to grip himself and start stroking.

“You don’t cum until I say.” Peter orders -orders!- and Tony nods his head up and down in answer. Peter sits up straighter from the rush of power that gesture gives him. He’s right on the edge himself from riding Tony’s cock while ringing his neck with Peter’s slender fingers. Tony giving in when he asked? Tony obeying someone, willingly, eagerly even?

These thoughts were a kind of power rush all their own. He finds himself rolling his hips, lifting and lowering himself in short rabbit bursts. Fuck, he’s so close.

The short term memory of what he’s just been doing flashes behind his fluttering lashes and he speeds up his strokes. He’s going to remember this night for the rest of his life but he can’t keep his eyes open and tracking for long. He rocks himself so Tony’s cockhead rubs his prostate and he cum’s into his fist, thick rivulets oozing from the tip to slip all across his fingers and dribble downwards towards Tony’s belly. It doesn’t shoot but there’s still enough to leave a visible puddle in Tony’s abs that Peter wants to lick clean.

After Peter’s come down from the initial high he locks eyes with Tony; he smirks and holds up the hand that’s covered in his own cum, cocking an eyebrow in question. Giving Tony an out. Tony reaches; squeezes Peter’s hips in encouragement.

“Your turn.” Peter pauses for a moment, wondering -should he have used a pet name again? Too formal? Is he doing this right?- but then Tony rubs his hips and pulls his attention back again. He leaned forward as he’d originally planned and wraps his hands around Tony’s throat for a third time that night. His cum rubs into Tony’s neck as he starts to squeeze, fingers slotted where Tony had taught him to place them. “Cum for me. Cum inside of me. You’ve earned it.”

He knows exactly what those words have done to Tony; because they do the same to him when Tony uses them.

Tony keens and claws into Peter’s hips as he cums. His cock bucks and throbs for a long eternity, emptying what feels like his entire nights load deep inside of Peter’s thoroughly used hole. His body is one long nerve ending connected by the two points of Peter’s hands and ass. The sticky, wet press of Peter’s fingers below his jaw has his chest heating and groin throbbing.

Peter slowly lets go of Tony’s neck and then sits still for a moment. He looks at Tony and wishes he had his cell phone close at hand. The man is a wreck; eyes hazy and gone, neck red and glistening with white, chest heaving.

“Was that…” Peter’s unsure of the next part. They’ve both cum. Normally they’d be talking and joking by now but Tony’s...not really tracking. Or, he is, but very slowly. Especially for Tony. Which is why it takes Peter sliding off of his softening cock to jolt Tony out of his daze and pay closer attention.

“You were perfect. Let’s get cleaned up, okay?” Tony’s still riding high but he’s fluid enough to regain control here, at the end. He sits up and gives Peter a kiss, cupping his hand around his cheek and ear to feel his heat. He can’t resist teasing Peter one last time before the aftercare really starts.

“You’re going to be applying the concealer tomorrow when the bruises come in.”

Thank you for 300 followers! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZEBALS OMG. In honor of this momentous occasion, here is the first fic long enough to actually GO IN the Long Fic section of my Master List 😂 Go easy on Peter I wrote him intentionally as fumbling at the end because he didn’t think he’d like Doming Tony that much and once he didn’t have a clear goal anymore he lost direction and focus. He’s a baby Dom and needs time to get comfortable with every step, even after care.

#starker #nff #TW: choking #that should almost come standard for my fic istg #300 followers #fic milestone!#LOVE ALL 300 OF YOU 3000!#I can only make that joke once #treasure it

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ruleroflimbo-a · 4 years

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Magic Mentor || Discord

Events: Illyana struggles to control her magic on earth and meets Zatanna who helps her Date: 10 years ago Involved: Illyana Rasputin and Zatanna Zatara @mistressofmagic Mentioned: Kitty Pryde Trigger warnings: child abuse mention tw (bc Belasco), fire tw Word count: 3,606

ZATANNA: It was like a pulse in magic when someone used it erratically. The well-versed magicians could keep those ripples so small that they went undetected. But ones that were finding their way into magic and struggling to manipulate it — their ripples became waves. Stirring the magic around them and creating a sort of beacon that someone like Zatanna (or the Sorcerer Supreme) could track. And what Zatanna was picking up on, was someone teleporting wildly across the world (and off of it, it seemed). The frequency was alarming and Zatanna had a bad feeling that if it went unchecked, it would get worse — whoever it was, was simply along for the ride, their powers were in control. And that was very dangerous.

So, she meditated. Focused on the energy and waited until the next wave came crashing through. Zatanna whispered the location she had felt it from backwards, and only opened her eyes once the spell had transported her. In front of her was a young woman, a teenager. Zee reached out, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, hoping to keep her firmly planted in her spot, or at least, be able to go with her if she teleported again. “How long has it been like this?” Zee backtracked quickly, putting a hand on her chest. “I’m Zatanna. I can help.”

ILLYANA: In Limbo Illyana had been able to use magic with ease but on earth the only thing she was able to do was astral projection and summon her soulsword. After some time she'd been able to also do simple magic like a warding spell but it was nothing like what she could do in Limbo. It happened suddenly, the witchfire summoned in her hand in the Danger Room, she'd been so shocked about it she almost hit another student with it. Things hadn't gotten much better after that, blowing up pillows in the common room of the institute, the worst was the shockwave of mystical energy she unleashed on the lawn outside of Xavier's, she didn't think anyone was seriously hurt... she didn't stick around to find out.

She teleported away quickly, her magic still going haywire so she didn't stop teleporting. Teleporting was also something she didn't have full control over which resulted in her teleporting all over, even to other planets. She knew her magic could make it easier for Belasco to find her if he was still looking for her, he'd already sent S'ym after her and she didn't want to risk him sending anyone else after her, at least not when she was around people she cared about She'd keep teleporting until she could get this under control.

Once again she'd blown something up, she wasn't sure what as it happened the second she teleported in. She was about the teleport once more when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned quickly, her sword summoned as she spun around to face whoever it was. She held her sword out against the stranger. Zatanna she introduced herself, Illyana didn't budge, keeping her sword levelled at her. "How did you find me?" She already knew how, but that meant this stranger must be familiar with magic too, was that what she meant when she said she could help? "I don't... I don't need help."

ZATANNA: It wasn’t the first time that a sword had been pointed at her, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. But it was the first that she felt a hum in the air around the sword. It was… something else. Zatanna raised her hands in surrender. There was no reason to push this young girl further into a position where she felt the need to fight for her life. At first glance, Zee was sure that magic must have been something new for her. Accessing it and not being able to stop herself after she opened that valve.

“When you use magic as much as you have in quick succession, it gives off a ripple. Other magic users, if they’re good, they can find you. I’ve been feeling your movements for a while, and at first I thought it was a one-off.” It wasn’t uncommon for people like Zatanna to end up in a conflict where they had to use absorbent amounts of magic. “But then you did it again, and again. And I realized that either there was a bigger war going on that I hadn’t picked up on… or someone wasn’t fully in control of how much they were using.” Zatanna had a similar issue when she was first starting out too, not realizing how much power she had until she was summoning monsters out of hats on accident.

“Then you’re doing this on purpose?” Zatanna asked, a brow arched, knowing full well that this girl wasn’t transporting herself throughout the world for fun. “You need training. You know how to access it but you don’t know how to control it. We all start somewhere, but you can’t do it alone. Or you shouldn’t. Not if you don’t have to, and you don’t have to.” She paused before putting a finger on the blade and gently pushing it, hoping the girl would put it down. ‘What’s your name?”

ILLYANA: The stranger spoke, answering her question about how she found her, Illyana had asked but she'd already known. She tried to focus on the woman's words but she was tired, her magic use along with using her teleportation powers over long distances was exhausting her. Illyana couldn't let her guard down though, not when Belasco might still be after her. "How do I know he didn't send you?" She did know though, if this woman was sent by Belasco she would have felt it, but with how tired she was she didn't trust herself to know for sure.

Illyana lowered her sword, not because she trusted the stranger, she didn't, far from it actually, but even just holding up her sword was too hard for her right now, instead she used it to make sure her legs wouldn't give out from under her. "I can control it" she could, she'd been doing this since she was six years old, she had used magic a lot of times, she should be in control, this shouldn't be happening "just... just not on earth" she sighed. She asked for her name which was another indicator that Belasco hadn't sent her, or maybe it was to trick her into thinking that, she didn't know, she couldn't be sure and she was tired, she just wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep right then. "Illyana."

ZATANNA: Things were coming to light quickly. This young girl was being followed by someone or something and Zatanna wasn’t sure which. “You don’t know that. And I doubt there is anything I can say that would convince you otherwise. But… maybe a spell could?” Zatanna wasn’t a fan of the force that it would show, but Zatanna could tell even in this short time that she wasn’t going to gain her trust simply by explaining herself. “I could cast a truth spell, temporary — it’d last a few minutes — but you could ask me that again?”

Not on Earth. That made sense why she was so tired and why she kept teleporting from place to place. “Then you can’t,” Zatanna clarified. “It’s okay that you don’t. But you need to learn how to at least stop teleporting so quickly — your body has limits.” She was sure that Illyana could feel it already. Magic came with a price. And it was often exhausting. Like draining a battery. “Illyana,” Zee said her name gently. “How many times have you teleported today?”

ILLYANA: A truth spell, Illyana wasn't a fan, Belasco had used one when he thought she was lying to him and if she was... well, it didn't matter anymore. She wasn't a fan but maybe, in this case, it would be best, she could know for certain if Belasco had sent her or not and if he hadn't... she could help Illyana control her magic on earth, help her so whenever she tried to use magic here her Darkchylde side wouldn't manifest, it was worth a shot. "Okay" she nodded "cast the spell," she kept a tight grip on her sword, just in case.

"Teleporting is my mutant power" though that was always done with stepping disks and if she was using her mutant power she was sure she would have ended up in a different time period by now, had she really used magic to teleport instead? It would explain why she was so tired, using her mutant power many times in a row was draining too but not like this. "I- I don't know" she replied as she tried to remember just how many times it was, "ten, maybe... at least."

ZATANNA: There was a flicker on Illyana’s face, and Zatanna found herself nodding her head. It wasn’t the kind of magic that Zatanna would have encouraged to be used regularly. (It bordered on mind control, in her opinion.) But she had offered — and she wasn’t about to back down now. “I lliw yas gnihton tub eht hturt rof eht txen evif setunim.” And now, the truth was a compulsion. At least for the next five minutes. “My magic relies on me saying what I want backwards. You have five minutes to ask your questions.”

Ten times. Ten times and it was supposed to be her mutant power — which didn’t necessarily mean it couldn’t tax her body, but generally, mutants got more use out of their abilities before they experienced this much fatigue. Normally, at least. But nothing about this encounter was normal so far. “I don’t think I would have been able to track you so easily if it were just your mutant power. You’re boosting it with something else, intentionally or not.”

ILLYANA: She wasn't familiar with magic users who had say their spell backwards, then again she hadn't met many magic users outside of Belasco and Ororo. Illyana tried to think of a way to phrase the question so there was no way to give a half truth, some people were very good at technically telling the truth so even with the spell she wanted to make sure she asked the right question. "Did Belasco, the former demon Lord of Limbo, send you?" She asked eventually, there was no doubt about who she was talking about now so if Zatanna said no then Illy would trust she had no connection to him.

"I don't know" she said, though Zatanna was probably right, something was different now when she teleported than when she did with her mutant power, for one she hadn't gone through Limbo once which she always had to go through when using her stepping disks. "I just... I needed to get away fast before someone got hurt."

ZATANNA: She recognized the name. It was an immediate realization that took Zatanna by surprise. She had heard of him multiple times, but she had never encountered him. Not personally, at least. There was no reason to doubt that this was the man Illyana was running from though, and her question gave even more information to Zee. She must have learned how to control her magic in Limbo. And the rules there were different. “Belasco didn’t send me. I’ve never had the misfortune to have actually meet him in person.” It was more information than Illyana needed, but it was the truth.

“If you keep getting away the way you are, you’re going to exhaust yourself until you pass out.” Which was only one fragment of Zatanna’s worry. “And that might not be concerning, but how are you controlling where you land?” That was the major concern. From what Zatanna had seen, Illyana was landing without any direction. And if she weren’t careful, she’d end up stuck someplace. Zatanna inhaled, thinking it over for a moment. “What are you thinking about when you teleport?”

ILLYANA: Belasco hadn't sent her but she had heard of him, Illyana wondered what she had heard of him but she doubted any of it would come close to what she had experienced as his apprentice. "Do you- do you know what these are?" She asked as she pulled the bloodstone amulet out from under her shirt and opened it, three of the bloodstones were in place but there were two missing from the pentagram.

"I've been teleporting for a few years now" Illyana replied, though that was with her mutant power, which she still had some trouble controlling, mostly when it came to what time she ended up in. "My team, Katya, my brother... that I need to keep them safe from- from me."

ZATANNA: Her gaze fell to the amulet that Illyana revealed. “Oh.” The sound slipping from her lips before she could stop it. “Bloodstones,” Zatanna supplied, her gaze snapping back towards Illyana’s face. “They’re like… physical manifestations of souls. Shards of them, really.” Which meant Illyana had pieces of a person or some people hanging around her neck.

ILLYANA: "Yeah" she nodded "they were created from my soul by Belasco" two of them anyway, Illyana had created one of them herself under his guidance. "He wanted to use me to release the Elder Gods of Limbo" if she had heard of Belasco she might have heard of them too and she would know how serious and important it was that the Elder Gods remained in their prison.

She almost had hurt them, if she hadn't teleported away she would have, she had to get away before she hurt someone. "I did lose control" though really she'd never had control of her magic on earth, only in Limbo. "I-I don't know" ever since she came back from Limbo the one thing she feared was her demon side, that she would lose control over it and her friends would suffer for it.

ZATANNA: She could feel the heat in her veins. Anger, as Illyana described who she was to Belasco. She was nothing more than a sacrifice. Something to be used so that he could gain more power. But she wasn’t surprised either. He was a bastard, this was just a different level of bullshit, even for him. Bloodstones hadn’t been something she had been trained in, perhaps Constantine would know. Elsa definably would but tracking her down was always difficult. Like Zee, she traveled too much between dimensions.

“Illyana,” Zee said her name again, reaching out to touch the young woman’s shoulders. “You’re losing control because you’re afraid. It’s a vicious cycle that feeds itself because each time you make a mistake, that fear comes back up and it happens again.” The only thing that would help, in Zee’s opinion, was more training. On the surface rather than in Limbo. “Take a deep breath, and focus.” She paused briefly before looking Illyana in the eyes. “If anything happens, I can stop you. You and your friends are safe. I promise.”

ILLYANA: "It's only missing two in order to release the Elder Gods" Illyana said as she closed it and put it back under her shirt. She'd managed to beat Belasco before he could complete the amulet but that didn't mean he had given up, one day he would be back and try to claim the bloodstone amulet and Illyana. "Have you ever seen the bloodstone spell in action?" Not many had, even fewer had been subjected to it, least of all three times and still lived. "The process is... painful" honestly that was an understatement but she wasn't sure how to describe how it felt.

Normally she would have moved away from the physical contact, especially from someone she had just met but this time she didn't, maybe it was enough she knew Belasco hadn't sent her, maybe it was because she was just so tired. You and your friends are safe. She wanted to say as long as they were around her they would never be safe, even if the danger didn't come from Illyana then it would come from whoever Belasco decided to eventually send after her, she kept it to herself.

She took a deep breath and tried to focus like Zatanna told her, but all she could focus on was her brother's dead body in Limbo, Cat's neck snapping in her hands, Ororo's blood staining her hands as she plunged the knife into her heart. Her eyes started glowing, flickering back and forth between orange and white energy.

ZATANNA: It got worse. They were shards of Illyana’s soul. Belasco had taken a child and robbed her of pieces of herself so that he could release the Elder Gods. He wanted power and control, and he was willing to do anything to make sure that he had that. “I haven’t,” Zatanna confessed. She had read up them briefly and had some vague knowledge of them, but that sort of magic was left in the hands of John. Someone who had spent the better part of his life chasing down magic like that.

Illyana was focusing but she wasn’t focusing on anything good. It was clear by the color in her eyes that flickered as her magic flared up again. “Stop,” Zatanna said softly. “Don’t focus on memories or people, focus on what is around you. The ground beneath your feet. The way the rocks move when they brush against your shoes, the wind on your face. Focus on the here.” Zee knew that if Illyana spiraled too far into this, Zee would have to chase her again, follow her to wherever she might accidentally end up this time and it could take her another few weeks to actually catch up with her. “Plant yourself here, Illyana. You can do it.”

ILLYANA: "Lucky you" Illyana had only been six the first time the bloodstone spell had been used on her and around eleven the last time. She wasn't the first child Belasco had tried to use to release the Elder Gods but Illyana had made sure she was the last. He'd fled Limbo after their fight but had still sent S'ym after her and endangered the other New Mutants and she was sure eventually he would send someone else.

"I-I can't" she tried to focus on what Zatanna told her to but she couldn't, her glowing eyes continued to flicker between white and orange while her hand not holding her sword had summoned the green witchfire. She needed to go to Limbo, where she could control her magic, it was the only way to keep her friends safe from herself and her magic.

ZATANNA: Frowning, Zatanna shook her head. “This isn’t the time for sarcasm. I’m trying to help but the only thing I have to use here is the information that you give me.” The training she was offering was the same way, if Illyana wanted it — it would work. But if she shoved it away as readily as she was pushing now? It wouldn’t work. No matter how much time they put in.

“Stop saying you can’t. I don’t want to hear that again.” Training started now for Illyana. And it wouldn’t be easy. (Being magic in any sense of the word wasn’t easy.) “You can do this, you need to focus.”

ILLYANA: "I'm trying" Illyana said, she was just so tired, she'd exhausted herself with the rapid teleportations she had done earlier. Focus it was what Ororo told her, it was what Belasco told her but everything seemed so much easier in Limbo than it did here on earth. The witch fire continued to grow, the green flames crawling up Illyana's arm. She closed her eyes, trying to focus before she lost control of her magic completely. She focused on what Zatanna had told her, the wind, the ground, anything that was here and the flames stopped growing, retreating back to the palm of her hand.

ZATANNA: There was a moment where Zatanna wasn’t sure if her words were able to reach Illyana. Where the fire started tracking up Illyana’s arm and Zee was thinking about what kind of spell she could use to make it stop before she ended up in the line of fire. But then Illyana’s breathing slowed down, and the flames started to retreat. The moment of danger finally passing. “You did it,” Zee told her, a faint smile on her face. “You can control it. You just need a little help.” And with that, Zee extended her hand, all Illyana had to do was take it.

ILLYANA: She wasn’t sure she would be able to control it but she did, the flames retreating to her palm and eventually extinguished when Illyana closed her hand into a fist. She wasn’t good at asking for help or accepting it, but if she wanted to keep herself from hurting her friends with her magic she would need help to control it and Zatanna had already proven she could help her with it. Illyana looked at the extended hand for a moment, it should be an easy decision but still it took her a minute before she finally took Zatanna’s hand and accepted her offer of helping her control her magic on earth.

#c: zatanna #discord: magic mentor

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bbq-hawks-wings · 5 years

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Hiya! So I have a question/theory not exactly about hawks but the concept of quirks in the mha universe. So I had this thought and I was wondering do you think it would be possible for a character to have a quirk like whenever they played an instrument the people around them would immediately go into a sleepy, sedated state?? Or basically if it's possible for a person's quirk to be like not be biologically a part of their body (ie: anything they paint comes to life)

OOH OOH OOH!!!! I was going to write requests, but I just HAD to jump on this immediately. I like the way you think, anon! Asking some very important lore-based questions!

My short answer to your theory is “Mostly no, but kind of yes? Depends on the specifics and how you explain it.” So let me explain! I go on a bit where I geek out over Shinsou’s quirk, but I’ll keep the whole debacle under the cut. I hope you enjoy it!

Minor spoilers for explanations about how Shinsou’s quirk works from the manga.

HeroAca is at it’s core a science fantasy world - wherein inhuman feats instead of being written away by magic are given a plausible-enough “scientific” explanation to help the audience’s suspension of belief. It doesn’t have to be completely accurate but it has to make just enough sense to feel grounded in the real world and also makes it easy to put limitations on it. Quirks are explicitly described as being genetic. How they got written into the human genome is unknown, but it’s crystal clear that biological lineage is the key to passing down quirks. (All for One and One for All being glaring exceptions to the rule, even in universe.)

This is how we’re able to put “glycerin sweat” with “ sweaty, sparking palms” and get “combustible explosive sweat from the hands” or “ice” plus “fire” equals “fire and ice.”

Therefore, quirks are inherently connected via some biological component. However, how that manifests itself has a lot of potential, and it mainly has to do with the property being manifested to begin with. For example:

Tetsu Tetsu has the ability to harden his body into steel - specifically his skin. This is physical composition of his body that he is able to change at will, but he cannot change the composition of something he touches even though that organ which possesses the shifting ability comes in contact. His quirk is limited to his body, period.

Momo’s ability to create inanimate matter is manifested through her adipose tissue (fat). She requires both the energy and atoms required to produce matter directly from her own body. These things can exist outside her body but she ceases to be able to affect their composition the moment it’s no longer part of her body.

Ochako is able to nullify the effect of gravity on any body she touches - inanimate, living, herself, etc. However, this effect only works after she has physically come into contact with it and only from the pads on her fingertips. Her quirk originates from her body but leaves lingering effects as long as she doesn’t cancel them.

All of the above are easy examples of “my body changes myself/something else and my quirk depends on my body to do so.” However, let’s look at an example that feels more “intangible” which I think is what you’re going for.

Shinsou is a super interesting one and so far the closest to what you’re trying to describe. His quirk, we know, is biologically coded into every cell in his body, but how it manifest, though a bit of a mystery, has a pretty logical explanation depending on how we parse it out.

He has the ability to sedate his human target and force their body to do rudimentary tasks via vocal commands - effectively making them a human puppet adhering to his will. However, the way it both takes effect and manifests is particularly interesting, so I’ll drop the frames and extrapolate in a moment.

To break it down, Hitoshi’s quirk works as thus:

He must intentionally choose and FOCUS on his target in order to activate phase one of his quirk

His voice may be modified via his artificial vocal cords, but he cannot transform his voice digitally (mini theory on this at the end)

He must then get them to respond to him directly (it’s implied this is vocally, but the way it’s worded sounds almost like they need to consciously respond in some way instead of blocking him out)

Once he has control, he can make them do virtually anything with their body but their brain and voice are useless.

To me, it sounds like Hitoshi’s quirk actively hijacks his target’s brain by suppressing the higher functions and taking over some of the lower ones. My best “rational” explanation is some audible property in his voice (it’s presumably outside the spectrum of human hearing) is able to first bait the parts of the brain that control cognition and neutralize them when it “opens itself” up via cognitive reply. From there, cognition is suppressed and he takes over what I presume is the midbrain and sections of the gray matter physically responsible for motor control.

Sounds crazy, but while the sound aspect is unusual, this kind of thing actually exists in real life! Check out parasitic fungus and worms that turn prey like ants and snails into “zombies” by taking over their brain and doing their bidding in order to complete their life cycle.

If you can explain an OC’s quirk like THAT, you’re gold!

If you wanted one that plays music that makes people in the immediate vicinity sleepy and sluggish, explain it by saying that something about the sound stimulates the brain into producing melatonin or effects the thyroid. It doesn’t have to be clear exactly how (though extra points if you can make it as scientific as you can) but if it’s plausible ENOUGH, it works. It could be like in Hitoshi’s case where it isn’t the so much the noise we hear but some unheard component that does the work and she just chose, say, a flute because it puts people at ease and she’s liked it since she was a kid.

The “paintings to life” is a bit trickier. If you wanted to fit this in the lore of the series I’d say whatever substance she animates has to come from her body. However, an easy workaround is that she could produce her own paint! She adds the pigment separately, but the clear medium is whatever substance she produces from her body that she can control. The medium is basically how acrylic and oil paints are different - The shade of color can be exactly the same, but the medium it floats in will act and perform differently which is a great metaphor if she has difficultly controlling the “living” medium without a visualization to get it to do what she wants!

I hope that was a fun breakdown of how I think you can adapt seemingly random superpowers into the rules of the series. It takes some real-world knowledge to do so, but the cool part is that the physical world is capable of SO much that we’re barely scratching the surface of understanding. Doing even just a couple of hours of research can get you enough information to come up with a power that not only could plausibly work but also has the bonus of building in a weakness for power balance!

This is super fun! I love when you guys send me theories like this!!!!

Bonus mini theory! “Could Shinsou’s quirk work over old analog technology?”

Something interesting to note is the auditory angle he needs to use his quirk, and my theory is that the auditory component may force his target’s brain into doing the actual sedation work for him. In real life, our brains and bodies are very much effected by sonic waves, even those we can’t hear. It’s theorized that infrasound - sound outside our hear-able spectrum) caused by structural unsoundness, some machinery, and more might be reason humans consistently perceive certain locations as haunted. I mentioned this in my theory about Hawk’s sensory sensitivity but it’s worth mentioning again here.

I specifically mentioned “digitally” above because analog and digital sound waves are structurally different which may be why it’s not some specific noise we physically hear but actually the vibration of the sound wave itself that does the brainwashing. Here’s a picture of analog vs digital waves to demonstrate what I mean.

See how analog is smooth but digital is a series of plateaus? Now I don’t have much formal education to back myself up from here on out, but the way I understand it is digital is basically just a complicated series of “on’s” and “off’s”/”yes” and “no” so it’s literally impossible for it to achieve that smooth curve in analog. Look at what it does to a sample in this graph.

While, to our ears, the digital interpretation of the analog signal is close enough that we wouldn’t hear the difference, the structure has been chewed up all to hell! Though we don’ have a whole lot of information one way or the other, I can’t help but wonder if those splines (the curvy lines between points) are where the magic happens. He even says outright that voice modulating technology (almost all of which is now exclusively digital) distorts his voice too much. Old technology used to work on materials that operated on these analog waves, so I can’t help but wonder if that would do the trick. It obviously wouldn’t work on a gramophone since without the active focusing his quirk requires it’s still a useless sound bite, but if he were to, say, speak over an old telephone would that work?

It’s entirely possible that there’s some other property in his voice that needs proximity to work (such as a frequency analog broadcasting can’t replicate) so he needs to be physically close to his target, or just the fact that analog technology is clunky and potentially more hassle that it’s worth that would make this a moot point; but I couldn’t help myself diving a little deeper.

#minor spoilers #bnha meta #mha meta #she speaks #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso #bnha theory #mha theory

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kimtanathegeek · 4 years

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Two Brothers, Many Paths - Ch 13

On a very special episode of TBMP, a coming-of-age moment for one of the babybones.

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Undertale copyright Toby Fox

Story and original characters by me, Kimtana

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First

Sans stood in front of the entrance of the shelter, eyes panning the area before him. They had just returned from foraging the torch-lit trail. His haversack was on their bed inside, the foraged items still stowed in it. He would sort through them later.

Sans had made sure they left right after breakfast to forage. He had something in mind for later that afternoon that he had been wanting to do for some time. When he had found a suitable spot, he went back into the shelter.

Papyrus was sitting on the bed, still dressed in his scarf and bag, patiently waiting for his brother.

“Hey, Pap,” Sans said, poking his head through the opening. “Why don’t you take off your bag and come out here with me?”

Papyrus raised a tiny eyebrow curiously, then pulled the rope strap over his head, leaving his bag on the bed. He crawled through the opening to join his brother.

Sans led his brother over to another boulder grouping further away from the cavern than their shelter. Turning back briefly to make sure they couldn’t be seen out in the open from the purple door’s view, Sans halted. He looked into his brother’s face, grinning broadly, his eyes gentle. He took a deep breath and exhaled before speaking.

“I think it’s time to show you how to make blue bones, Pap.”

Papyrus’ eyes grew wide, his mouth falling open as a soft gasp filled his lungs.

Learning how to create blue bones was an important moment in a young skeleton’s life. Usually a skeleton’s parents would teach them this vital life skill, but since their mother had passed and their father was still missing, Sans would have to be the one to teach him. Sans couldn’t help feeling sad that Papyrus would not be able to share this moment with their parents. However, it was a skill that would be extremely useful given their unusual situation.

“Ok, first thing you need to know,” Sans said, holding up a finger, “is that there are three different kinds of blue bones. There’s the regular blue bone, the hand weapon, and the free-hand bone.”

Papyrus nodded unblinkingly, taking it all in.

“I’m going to show you how to make the regular blue bone. The hand weapon is for when you’re much older because that means learning how to make sharp and pointy bones, which I don’t even know how to make yet.”

Sans’ grin faltered slightly, knowing that he would miss out on his parents showing him his next life skill. He shook his head, pushing away his sadness.

“And the free-hand blue bone is difficult to create since they are made in the air and ground, so they need strong magic. You don’t make them in your hands like you do with regular blue bones and hand weapons. All white bones are free-hand and are a lot easier to make because they don’t need as much magic and skill to create. You’ve even made some yourself—your bone toys we play with. But free-hand blue bones are dangerous weapons, never to be used as toys.”

Papyrus continued nodding, his eyes shining in awe.

“The second thing you need to know is that blue bones are very different from white bones. White bones are just normal bones—they’re always solid and they don’t light up. But blue bones have a strong magic in them, which is why they glow. Their magic is special, so they require a lot more magic to create and even use. Regular blue bones and hand weapon bones are also solid bones, but free-hand blue bones are not—they are pure magic. If you shot off a free-hand blue bone at someone, it would go right through them.”

Papyrus stood, wide-eyed, as Sans made a motion with his hand indicating a bone going through his stomach.

“If anyone is moving, a free-hand blue bone will hurt them as it passes through them. It won’t hurt someone who is staying perfectly still, though. That’s the strange part. But if you’re in a fight, then your opponent is always moving.”

Papyrus narrowed his eyes and held up his fists, ready to go to battle.

Sans waggled his hands. “No, no, no, I’m not teaching you to fight yet. I’m telling you all this because when you learn to create blue bones, you have to understand how dangerous they can be and the responsibility it takes to create and use them. These are special bones with special rules. They take a lot of magic, and should never be made unless you really need them. And, no matter how angry or scared you get, you can not shoot out free-hand blue bones unless it’s at an enemy, because it’s extremely dangerous. Understand?”

Papyrus eased up his face and posture from battle mode to learning mode and nodded.

“Good. You could really hurt someone with them by accident if you lose control of your magic in fear or anger. It’s hard to make them when you want to, but extreme emotions can boost your magic for just a moment, making it possible to accidentally fire them off. That’s why you have to be old enough before you learn to make any blue bones.”

Sans thought of the time his brother hit him in the jaw out of anger in the cavern hole, almost killing him because of his low HP. He knew his brother would never intentionally hurt him...but accidents could happen.

However, Sans trusted Papyrus. He had learned after that incident and had been very careful not to hurt his older brother after seeing what he had done to him. Papyrus had grown up a lot since that day. Sans was amazed at how much older he seemed since the time before the cavern, but he knew that they both had been forced to grow up quicker than they should have in order to survive together. Sans was confident that his brother was ready for this next step. The benefits certainly outweighed the risks involved.

“Ok, and the last thing you need to know is that it takes concentration. This is the hardest part. You have to picture it, focus on it, and form it with your soul. Like this....”

Sans tapped on his skull with his fingertip. “Picture the bone in your mind. See it, what shape it is, how big it is, how bright it is....”

He clasped his hands together. “Focus on that image. Keep looking at it in your mind, imagine the feel of it, the weight of it....”

Then he slowly pulled his hands apart, a blue bone forming between his palms. “Form it with your soul. Feel the tingling in your ribcage, summon the magic within you, let it flow out from your hands....”

Sans held the blue bone out in his right hand to show Papyrus, who was standing there, mouth agape as the bone illuminated his face. He’d seen his brother make blue bones a thousand times, but this was the first time he ever really watched him create one so closely.

Sans held up his left hand and made the bone disappear. “Now, it will take a lot of practice before you can make your first one, so don’t feel bad. It took me ages to make a big one like that. But you’ll be making them in no time. You ready?”

Papyrus narrowed his eyes again, nodding firmly.

“Ok, close your eyes.”

He shut his tiny eyes tightly.

“Picture a small bone. The same size as the ones you have that we play with. See it?”

He nodded with eyes still shut.

“Look at the shape, the size, the brightness. Do you see it?”

He whispered softly, nodding. “Nyeh....”

“Open your eyes, and put your hands together.”

Papyrus opened his eyes and clapped his hands together, clutching them tightly.

“Ok, now, keep the bone in your mind, Pap. Start pulling your hands apart, slowly.”

The little skeleton moved his hands apart achingly slow, staring at the gap between them. He frowned in disappointment when nothing happened.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Sans said encouragingly. “I didn’t get it the first time either. Try again.”

He repeated the process as his brother coached him step by step. When he pulled his hands apart the second time, there was still nothing.

Papyrus looked at his hands sadly, his lower lip quivering. He couldn’t understand why he wasn’t able to make them as easily as his brother could. His hands fell to his side as he whimpered in discouragement.

Sans bent down, bringing his face close to his brother’s, and put his hands on Papyrus’ tiny shoulders. He smiled gently as he spoke in a low, firm tone.

“Papyrus, don’t give up. This is hard. Really hard. It’s difficult magic for little skeletons. But keep practicing. Keep at it. Don’t give up. Don’t lose hope. You can do this, and you will do this. If not today, then tomorrow, or the next day. But you will be able to do it. I believe in you, Papyrus. Don’t give up, because I believe in you.”

Papyrus looked into his brother’s eyes, seeing the faith Sans had in him. His brother’s powerful words seeped into his soul, washing away all the discouragement and self-doubt from Papyrus’ mind. The little skeleton narrowed his eyes and nodded as Sans stood back up.

They started from the beginning once more, and as Papyrus was pulling his hands apart, a flickering blue glow formed between his palms. He gasped softly, looking up at Sans in astonishment.

“You’re doing it!” Sans exclaimed excitedly, his eyes wide. “You’re doing it, Pap! Keep forming!”

Papyrus inched his hands apart, the bone growing in length as his face furrowed in concentration, his teeth clenched. The epiphyses formed on either end, and in his hand was a tiny blue bone, glowing softly in his palm. He stared at it in shock.

Sans jumped up and down, waving his arms in the air. “You did it! You did it!”

Papyrus couldn’t believe it. He didn’t dare move his hand, afraid the bone would disappear.

“I di it...?” he breathed.

Sans picked him up and hugged him in the air, his brother’s legs swinging back and forth. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!”

He set his stunned brother back on the ground. Papyrus clutched the little bone in his hand, feeling it with his other hand to ensure it was an actual bone. Realizing what he had done, he looked up at his brother excitedly.

“I di it! I di it!”

“You did it, Pap!” Sans beamed proudly. “I knew you could do it!”

Papyrus thrust the tiny blue bone into the air triumphantly. “Nyeh heh heh!”

A celebration dinner was in order. Sans prepared mouseshroom nightlights and helped Papyrus roast them over the fire. Sans served them with a sugar snap pea for each of them, a couple nuts apiece, and, for dessert, special bone-shaped snow treats.

They ate on the floor at a “table” they had built out of packed snow. Papyrus’ blue bone was the centerpiece. Throughout the meal, Sans could not contain his pride.

“I can’t believe you did it after just a few tries, Pap,” he said, tearing a piece of roasted mushroom and popping it in his mouth. “Actually, no, I can believe it. You’ve always been amazing! It took me several days before I made a tiny blue nub of a bone, and you made a perfect, whole bone on your first day of practice!”

Papyrus’ cheeks flushed pink as he munched on his mushroom, smiling shyly.

“It’s so beautifully formed! It’s like you’ve been doing this for years!” He raised an eyebrow in mock suspicion. “Pap...have you been making these when I wasn’t looking?”

Papyrus giggled as he shook his head.

“I’m going to have to retire and let you make all the blue bones now! You’re a bone-afide expert!”

His brother fell into a giggle fit. Sans grinned and continued.

“No bones about it! You’re better than I am!”

Papyrus could not stop laughing.

Sans held up the tiny blue bone. “You get bone-us points for this one, though. It’s perfect!”

Papyrus couldn’t even breathe he was giggling so hard. His brother mercifully stopped so he could catch his breath and recuperate. He wiped his eyes on his sleeves from the tears of laughter.

Sans smiled gently, happy to see Papyrus in such a good mood. He extremely proud of his brother—he could not believe how quickly he had learned.

“We should really practice more,” Sans said, thoughtfully, as they resumed eating. “We both need to get better at our magic, especially since we still don’t know what’s out there....”

Sans thought of the area past the valley’s edge, with its glowing mouseshroom nightlights and gems. Unlike the valley, it had an enveloping darkness that concerned Sans. It was easy to spot someone in the distance against the white snow—even through the constant snowfall—but that was not the case with the darkened area.

This was one of the reasons he wanted to teach Papyrus how to make his own blue bones. They had foraged through the torch-lit trail for so long, they were near the darkened area. Sans had noticed that the torches continued on through it, and they appeared to be closer together than they were in the valley, leading Sans to believe that his concerns about the darkness were valid.

There were many sources of light in the part they had explored that one time, but they hadn’t returned since finding the mushrooms. This was due to the fact that they had enough to last them a while, but also because Sans wanted to finish foraging the trail to find as many items the monsters had dropped as they could. So they hadn’t explored the other parts of the darkened area, yet. There might not be as many mushrooms and gems in other parts, so blue bones would be important to light their way.

He also knew that it was important for Papyrus to start learning to make blue bones in case they ever got separated. It was a thought that made him shudder, but Sans would rather Papyrus be prepared than lost in the darkness alone.

Sans also wanted to start practicing his own bone magic because he needed to learn how to make hand weapons. He knew it would be difficult without someone to show him how to do it, but he was going to have to try to figure it out on his own. It would be nice to have skewers instead of spears for cooking and knives instead of a spearhead to prepare food.

But, more importantly, he needed to learn how to make sharpened bones to protect Papyrus if they ever came across humans. It wasn’t too hard to notice that the other monsters had traveled from the far side of the mountain and barricaded themselves in the cavern, building stone walls from magic bricks—which were far stronger than natural rock and stone—and had not left since they arrived. Sans was grateful that they remained in the cavern this long, since that meant he and Papyrus were able to remain in the valley without being caught and separated from each other. But Sans couldn’t help but wonder why the monsters walled themselves in, or, more importantly, who they were keeping out.

Sans shuddered again. They had lived in the valley for so long he had lost track, but in that time, he had seen no trace of humans. That might not be the case for the rest of the mountain. Skeletons could handle frigid temperatures better than monsters and humans, but what was to stop the humans from camping out in the darkened area? Or infiltrating the valley one day to attack the cavern? Sans felt a shiver run up his spine. There were nights he woke up in a panic from nightmares of humans invading their shelter, grabbing his brother from their bed, and....

Sans shook his head sharply. He wasn’t going to focus on his fears and worries. Not tonight. He settled on spending more time to work on their bone magic in the coming days, and then he was done thinking about it for now. He continued eating, glad that Papyrus was too focused on his bone-shaped snow treats to notice that he had zoned out.

After dinner, Sans and Papyrus played Tower of Bones on the little snow table until it was time for bed. As Papyrus put the tiny bones away, Sans made a thin white bone from the ground and stuck it into the snow wall next to their bed like a nail. He had retrieved a small, dark blue ribbon from the little burlap pouch on the shelf earlier and tied it around Papyrus’ blue bone, forming a small loop. He hung the blue bone up on the white bone on the wall as Papyrus watched, gasping softly.

Sans stood back and looked to make sure it was even, then turned to Papyrus.

“What do you think?”

Papyrus rushed over and hugged his brother. “Fanks Sas!”

Sans laughed softly, rubbing the top of his brother’s head gently. “You’re welcome, Pap.”

They settled into bed and Sans raised his left hand to make his blue bones around the room disappear. Papyrus’ tiny blue bone glowed in the fire-lit dimness, its blue-white light soft enough for them to sleep.

They sat on their backs staring up at the bone, Papyrus nestled in the crook of Sans’ arm. Sans tilted his head and nuzzled the top of his brother’s skull with his cheekbone.

“I’m so proud of you, Papyrus,” he whispered softly.

Papyrus hummed happily in response. Then he turned on his side and slowly fell asleep against his brother.

Sans kept staring at the bone for a while until he, too, felt sleep approach.

“Mommy would have been so proud of you, too....”

Sans felt the tears fall down the side of his face. He wiped his eyes on the fabric and shut them, falling into slumber under the glow of his brother’s first blue bone.

#undertale #undertale fanfic #undertale fanfiction #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #skelebros #babybones #TwoBrothersManyPaths #Two Brothers Many Paths #TBMP

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holy-mountaineering · 5 years

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This spread is for @lesbianfrannyglass

Thanks for the donation and waiting so long, my life is chaos right now.

Tonight you’re getting the full Qabalistic Tree of Life Spread that I do and you I believe are pretty familiar with by now. What I’m going to do is go through and briefly explain each card, its position on the Tree, and then I’ll give you a summary/synopsis of the spread as a whole, that’s where the divination part happens.

Think of this spread as a sort of quantum map, or even the land of a regular map, everything is happening at once, in each place. It’s important to think of yourself as moving “through” the map but you are also simultaneously everywhere at once. For the sake of this specific experiment, think of this as a map. Maybe a human body, we’ll jump around.

Where we’re starting the journey from is Kether, the monad, the first sign of creation. We’ll call this your hometown, since it is where you’re from originally. Here we have the The Knight of Swords, the fiery part of Air or acting on thinking.

This is the breeze blowing the forest fire across a road. Our Knight has a sword in each hand as he dive bombs a fixed point. He has his airy bird friends in tow and his steed is as fixed as the rider.

You understand what you must do. Now, you must gather all available force to throw at your new focus.

In Chokmah, which is like your freeway getting you out onto the road out of your hometown is the 6 of Cups, Pleasure.

For reasons I call this the plumbing card. The water is not flowing freely as though it is pouring, it has been pumped through a series of tubes intricately woven together to fill the cups placed in the shape of a hexagram. Emotion and connectedness to life are intentionally being directed by unseen but invited forces. Someone who wasn’t looking closely could see nothing but knots and chaos and even wonder how the damn thing worked in the first place. Those people are squares and should be avoided at all costs.

Do what gives you pleasure that also instills clarity. Center on the best you can feel even if onlookers can’t appreciate what you’re doing connoisseurs (and you) will dig it.

In Binah, which is ruled by Saturn and for the sake of this reading we will call the first stop on your roadtrip. You haven’t really arrived anywhere but you’re stopping and getting a chance to repack your car in a more efficient way. Sitting in Binah is the fan favorite, the 5 of Disks, Worry.

Like all of the 5s in Tarot, this is the microcosmic or human number . Don’t believe me? Stand up, stick your arms and legs out and counting your head, congrats, you’re a pentagram. Lord knows people worry like motherfuckers about how they are going to get by in the “normal” world, so there is a stress and strain in this card that everyone late on a bill can understand. This is the worry that you’ll get your intelligence (Mercury) smothered by the laborious strain of Taurus. This is, like all 5s a human limitation issue.

Well it won’t unless you only see your limitations and make it happen. Be smarter about you material situation so you don’t have to work harder.

In Chesed which is ruled by Jupiter and again for the sake of this experiment we’ll say involves your influence and benevolence in your current trip is the mindfuckery boy, the Prince of Swords, the airy part of Air.

This is pure mind, “reason run amok.” The entire card is made up of strange and fragmenting geometric shapes like the prince’s world is coming apart at the seams. The humanoid creatures pulling his chariot have no fucking idea what they’re doing and the prince himself is in an awkward pose.

Don’t think yourself into discord. Sometimes when you look too deep at unnecessary or mundane details you’ll fucking lose your shit. Furtherly, focus on doing one thing, stay with that single thing until it is done. I suggest breath work and controlling breathing specifically.

Across the Tree in Geburah, which is Mars Town, where you find your drive and what you’re trying to accomplish/conquer is the homefront, the 4 of Disks, Power or the Fortress or the island.

This is “squaring up” with the material world or your everyday normal money/job/school/housing parts of life. The 4 or square is the next shape when the 3 or triangle is expanded. You are now expanding in 2 dimensions, you’ve made it passed the threshold, how do you proceed? The Fortress is a castle or private physical place of isolation and security/safety. Your private property and you base of operations to expand out in the world must be firmly secured, since most accidents happen at home. From Liber AL it is mentioned that you should “(C)hoose ye an island, fortify it, dung it about with the enginery of war…” That is to say, for our illustration, protect your base of operations in your material world.

There is one entrance and around the fortress is a mote, this is so you may go about the world doing your business but you can return and bring the bridge up when you’re done fucking around with the outside world.

In Tiphareth, the Sun and center of gravity holding all this in place, the heart pumping the blood through this, your heart is the Ace of Cups, the root powers of water which is emotion, connectedness to living things, and intuition.

This is the geyser of the aspects of water exploding into existence. The Ace of Cups can be like the yearly floods on the Nile was to ancient Egyptian/Kemetic people that once a year had their fields simultaneously wiped out and fertilized. There is great danger in unbound Love, it tends to get consuming and people fear being consumed. There is a secret meaning to the joining of two to make none, but this isn’t really the place for that.

The uncontrolled waterfall of feeling, it can flow and be a clearing force or flood. If you’re not prepared for such water, you might get washed away, if you are it might wash away the cobwebs and your stagnancy.

In Netzach, Venus town, where you have the realization about how this is going to change you as a person with a personality is the overflowing 9 of Cups, Happiness.

I call this ‘mutually beneficial relationships’ or expanding influence (Jupiter) going or being pulled both ways (Pisces). Each cup has its own source but everything is flowing into each other down to the base of the 3x3 structure. There is a lot of water and all it represents and it hasn’t reached its peak yet and is still driving upward and outward.

Cultivate relationships and connective feelings that aren’t lopsided or just giving/taking. Keep building you’re not done yet.

In Mercury Town Hod-ville, where all the Universities are and everyone has real intellectual shit going on is well, The Guy Himself, Mercury, I The Magus or Magician, Mercury, Beth which is a house, House of God, your body, your perspective, you.

The Magus has 4 tools, physical representations of the Elements which he hand crafted. Think of this as your tools or your skill set in your mind which you use to build your perception of the world.

The Magician also has the naysaying Ape of Thoth who follow him around contradicting everything he says. The is your doubt or “Pit of Because” which if you fall into you’ll “perish with the dogs of reason.”

So, you are in charge of what you are in charge of. You have the skill set to alter your Universe, fashion yourself tangible skills with what you know and your experience. You create your perception and can only influence it.

On the Moon in Yesod, the receptive and reflective place that is alot about the feelings that you’re picking up from all this is the easy does it Princess of Cups, the earthy part of Water.

We could consider this the substance in water or water hitting substance head on. This is the idea of the canyon wall being ground down over the millennia by moving water. The nutrients and minerals in the earth are transported down river to the fertile delta. This is the natural, “following your feelings” within your daily life. Try not to fool yourself, follow your intuition, not just passing whims. Feel, don’t necessarily react immediately.

Go with what you feel and intuit, let yourself go with the flow, if you will. Allow your situation to move with your emotions and be patient with your progress.

Down here in Malkuth-istan, the everyday life mundane, waking up pooping, and going to work world is the large and in charge Queen of Wands, the watery part of Fire or how you feel about what you do.

This is ideally feeling great about what you do. The perspective on the card shows this Queen 10 feet tall and seemingly bulletproof. Her animal the cheetah, known for being fast and a spazz, is subdued under her calm hand. Her legs are spread and the wand of Bacchus showing all her passions can be controlled.

If you want to feel good about this and what you do, control your knee jerk lower ego reactions. Choose Will not want.

So, you know what you need to get after, you see it clearly, it makes you very happy in a complicated way that maybe you haven’t even unraveled yet, but you’re too focused on your limitations and how it all might go wrong for you. Don’t build your world around doubt.

And Furthermore, don’t think you can influence the world how you need to by over analysing everything to the point where all joy in removed. Get yourself a personal and safe place that is yours to build your world, you need the space to not become mired in your over thinking. And the heart of all of this is that you can do this and WHEN you do, you will explode with the kind of love and joy that only you can tap into for yourself.

Now, I’m not saying it is time to ditch the stuff and ideas that don’t serve you anymore, but do that, that is what I’m saying. Allow yourself those healthy relationships where you’re not going the whole 9 yards for people who won’t get on the field. And your thoughts are your own, they’re awesome thoughts and your skills can take you to the places you need to go if you utilize them how you know. And back to that surrounding yourself with folks and energy that allows you to get what you need while giving what you can and getting to where you need to go. Drop the drama and folks that bring it. Find the substance in the feeling that allows you to move in the ways natural to you.

Ta Da! Hit me up with any questions and sorry for the wait!

#lesbianfrannyglass #tarot spreads #divination #cartomancy

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xathia-89 · 6 years

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A Suitable Plate

Retaliation to @colivara

Do I really need to warn you?

Shingen hadn’t let me see whatever he was planning when I got home from work. I had been banned from the kitchen and dining area of the apartment as I showered, eager to wash off the sweat of the day. Though I wasn’t expecting to be blindfolded the second, I came out of the bathroom and relieved of my robe. My nipples instantly hardened at the assault of the cool air on my warm skin, and then a swift kiss to the crook of my neck caught me off guard as some simple rope bound my wrists together behind my back. It wasn’t uncomfortable or tight, just to stop me from using them it seemed.

“What are you up to?” I questioned as I felt the man pushing me forward gently, driving me through the apartment without bumping into anything.

“You’ll see,” he chuckled. That honied tone of voice was coaxing me into trusting him, especially as I was lying outstretched on the kitchen table. He had taken the liberty of covering the wood in one of the table cloths that I would use whenever my siblings would bring their kids over. It was one of those that caught everything, and you could just wipe it clean. I had a feeling that there was definitely going to be something I shouldn’t have trusted him with.

“Shingen?” I called out, unable to hear him or feel him anywhere near me.

“I haven’t left you, my Goddess, I’m just admiring the view,” he kissed my temple, breezing past the table. “Stay still and keep that blindfold on for me, Coli.” The use of my real name sending a shiver up my spine in that sultry tone as I heard him picking and gathering some things together off the kitchen counters. “It would appear we are out of suitable plates for me to taste all of these on, and then I remembered how sweet you always tasted, so you are going to be my platter.”

I froze up momentarily as the cold feeling of frosting hit my lower stomach area. His tongue slowly lapped around the offending food item, purposely making it seem like he was ‘cleaning the plate’ before taking the bite of cake into his mouth. I could still feel the majority of the icing on my skin before it was lapped up in one go. My back arched off the table in surprise.

“Oh Goddess, that expression,” a low groan made me fidget and wriggle my hips as I pressed my thighs together, in what I had hoped to be a subtle motion. “I’m glad no one else can see you right now because those looks are for me alone,” a growl of possessiveness before he bit down on my nipple. My squeals were only encouraging him before he let go with a loud ‘pop’, and his footsteps were gravitating towards the rest of the ‘samples’.

A light hum was on his mind from the noises he made, and then I had to try and keep still as I was slowly decorated by cake bites. The icing felt sticky on my skin, as others were precariously balanced between my breasts, down my stomach and my thighs. Breathing had to be a measured and precise activity since there was now an egg nestled against my clit. Shingen had loved learning about all the toys during his trip to the future, especially ones that gave him control. I squealed as it was turned on, his fingers holding it in place as his lips were picking pieces of cake off me.

“Hmm, this one isn’t as sweet as the previous one. It’s a soft and spongy base, with traces of vanilla and the strawberry jam is a perfect accompaniment, but it can be classed as a largely dry one,” he sounded like a wine connoisseur whilst discussing the texture and taste of the sample. “A western classic.”

I groaned, as he then chose to kiss up my thigh to the next one for tasting. “The fondant icing on this one makes it significantly sweeter, and the cream instead of the jam ensures a healthy balance of moisturisation, though it could be claimed that the icing is too much by some,” I could hear his expressions, trying to not react to the fact that the egg was being pressed in harder and in small circles against my clit. It was still on low speed, this was designed for teasing me as his tongue slid over my skin and up to my hip bone where the next offending piece was.

“This is a rich and deep taste,” he paused with a frown. “An overabundance of frosting could be argued for in this case, since it liberally coats the outside of the sponge, and then had healthy dosing between each tier as well.”

I then realised what he was lapping at my skin for. I was meant to be the palate cleanser!

“Shingen?” I gasped, my head tilting backwards to try and calm down a little.

“I wasn’t sure my plate should be able to talk?”

“Water, please,” I gasped. My throat had dried up with the intensity of the sight deprivation and the overstimulation of feeling my boyfriend intentionally try to overheat me.

“Plates don’t move,” he murmured before a slight kiss was placed against my lips, his fingers sliding the egg into my pussy. I had to focus on keeping it still if it slid out then things would be made a lot worse. “Mm good girl, Coli,” I could hear his smile as a straw was tapped against my parched lips, and I could hear him also drinking as well, though it wasn’t likely to be water knowing Shingen.

The power of the egg was swiftly turned up to its maximum setting, making me jolt my back out harshly, and I felt several of the samples move.

“Oh my, I have such a naughty plate,” my boyfriend’s tone was dripping in sensual reprimand.

He kept the egg on high, and then slowly began to eat each of the pieces off my skin. He was keeping the commentary to himself, for now, making sure to nip, suck and lick at every available part of me possible. Shingen had positioned the egg expertly, it was making things exceedingly difficult for me, without making it possible for me to cum just quite. Whimpers and moans were escaping from me quicker than I could grasp a handle on, as I felt his cock sliding against my slit.

I wriggled against the table cloth, trying to join our hips before he bit down hard in reprimand on my ribcage.

“Plates don’t move,” he reiterated, before softly kissing the bite area.

“This is more my taste that I can recognise,” his tongue was lapping the sticky paste off my left breast. “Red bean paste,” he murmured as he began to slow his pace. Savouring the changes that the future had brought before suckling to ensure that every milligram had been removed from my skin.

Then I felt it again, the brush of his cock against my slit.

I bit down on the inside of my lip, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to keep still. This warlord was going to be the death of me.

“Oh my Goddess,” he groaned, teasing my waiting cunt with his head. “Is this all for me?” He smiled, I could tell he was smiling from his tone, I didn’t need to see his face to know that as I bared my throat. I knew there was still cake around, but I didn’t care as he finally thrust into me. The egg was pulsating against my spot, as his fingers were grinding down hard on my clit, I could feel the crumbs and icing gritting between our torsos as I threw my legs around his hips. “You’re going to regret not making me wait,” he promised, pulling me up against his thighs as he sat upright on the table.

I laughed softly as the blindfold was finally removed. I had forgotten how many times we’d kept going, but the phrase ‘thoroughly shagged’ was definitely coming to mind whilst the rope was undone. We were both a mess, and Shingen hadn’t thought we would drop the food off the table given the state of the floor around us.

“Well, that’s one way to do a sample tasting,” I smiled, sliding to go and get the cleaning supplies.

#warfare #smut warfare #smut #shots fired #shingen takeda #Takeda Shingen #ikesen #ikemen sengoku

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elanorjane · 6 years

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No Rest for the Wicked [Ch 5/20]

Summary: Rumford Gold is tired. He may have lost his taste for killing people. Which is a problem considering it’s his job. Unable to complete his latest assignment, he’s stranded in an obnoxiously chipper small town and continually distracted by the town’s captivating librarian. Belle French is growing weary of her role as Storybrooke’s resident good girl. Every day she sits in her empty library, surrounded by the places she’ll never get to see. When a mysterious stranger comes into town, Belle thinks she might have found her great romantic adventure. Job undone, Gold’s assassin colleagues descend on the town. Forced to make a choice, Gold has to decide: Tell Belle the truth about being an assassin and ruin the image she has of him or complete the job while trying to protect Belle…including from himself.

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Hades.

Gold glanced over his shoulder. Belle was framed in the library window, a soft smile on her red lips as she sorted through her books at the circulation desk. For as eager as he’d been to flee from her presence, he now longed to return to the stillness of that room and the quirky little librarian bursting with unfulfilled desires.

“I got your messages,” Gold sighed into the phone. He forced his back to Belle, taking a few steps down the sidewalk. He knew she couldn’t hear him through the heavy front doors, but for some reason he still didn’t want to have this conversation in her vicinity.

He and Hades had known each other for many years, and by reputation long before that. In the contract killing business you worked alone, that’s why Gold liked it, but inevitably you got to know other people. There were more assassins in the world than you would think, but not so many that they couldn’t hold an annual Christmas party if they wanted. Which was what Gold likened to what Hades was attempting to do now.

“Then you know I’m getting together a little union of sorts,” he told Gold in his halting tone.

“All organized under you, conveniently.”

On the few occasions that they’d run into each other, Gold had found the man cloying and desperate. Hades loved killing people and Gold had never gotten into this game for the enjoyment of it. Circumstances had presented themselves in a time of desperation and he’d done it to survive. Which begged the question: If he was already rich, why was he still doing it?

Because you wouldn’t know what else to do with your life, an inner voice answered him.

Gold shook the statement off. He walked further down the sidewalk, as if to put distance between him and it.

“Think of it more as combining powers.” Gold could hear the smile in Hades’ voice. Hades was known to enjoy playing with his prey before making the kill. Gold had no patience for such nonsense.

This was a waste of both their time. If Hades wanted to pitch this stupid idea to him, he wasn’t going to let him beat around the bush any longer.

“I’m not a team player,” he told him.

“But that’s what I like about you,” Hades crooned. “You know I’ve always considered us brothers, two of a kind.”

Gold made a face. He’d never had a brother and if he did, it wouldn’t be with a psychopath like Hades.

And what does that make you, exactly? The inner voice - he refused to call it a conscious - returned. A sociopath? Hardly a difference considering what you do for a living.

“Did you know,” Hades teased, “that for the last five years, you and I continually vie for the distinction of the most kills in a year? The greatest rivals can make the greatest partners.” He left the last sentence dangling.

Gold hadn’t know that. He knew that he worked a lot. He didn’t keep track of how many jobs he took in a year, that path led to madness. He just took enough assignments so he’d be guaranteed to be busy working year round. Holidays meant nothing to him, so the calendar pages kept turning with him taking no notice. He didn’t know exactly how many kills got one ‘first place’, or who in their right mind would keep track of such a thing and why. Nevertheless, the news from Hades didn’t give him any sort of pride.

“Think about it, Gold. Someone wants someone else dead,” he spoke matter-of-factly. “So they get on the Dark Web and put the request out and what happens? We all end up killing each other for the same few decent assignments...no pun intended.”

Hades didn’t need to tell him their business was a competitive one. Wires got crossed, intentionally and not, all the time. People were sent out on the same job; assassins murdered each other competing over contracts. It happened more often than it should. But if you weren’t good enough to fend for yourself, well that was on you.

“Then what’s left but the low paying scraps?” Hades continued. “A bunch of nobodies paying minimum wage for you to kill their neighbor’s dog. By combining our powers, that can change. What I’m offering is quality control,” he cajoled. “We’re going to filter out the kids in this business who don’t know their Sigs from their Sturms. Offers come straight to me, I make sure the right people get the right jobs. You join with me now, you can have your pick of the best assignments. Want to spend the winter in Maui? I'll just wave my well-manicured hand and you’ll be killing strictly islanders all season.”

“I don’t look good in shorts.”

Hades sighed impatiently, done playing. “I’m letting you in on the ground floor. You’re the only one I’m offering this to.”

“How generous. How many strings are attached?”

Hades leveled with him. “The string is...you work for me. If there's something I need you to do that only you can do, you do it.”

And what would that be? Kill whoever Hades wanted killed, for free? For Gold to further dirty his hands so Hades could start cleaning his? He had no interest in being in Hades debt, or his lap dog.

“Never gonna happen.”

“Don’t think of it as a union, but a brotherhood. You and me. We can control the jobs we want to do and give everyone else the assignments in Siberia.”

The infighting of the contract killing business had never interested Gold. But he also didn’t care enough to play politics and do anything about it.

When Gold didn’t answer, Hades’ voice tightened. “I’m not offering again. This is your last chance. Either get on the train or get run over. This is going to happen with or without you.”

“Without,” Gold answered with no hesitation.

Gold braced himself for the blowback. Surprisingly, Hades’ turned pleasant again. “Where are you anyway? Is that the sea I hear?”

“None of your concern.”

“Oh, I think it is,” Hades threatened for a final time.

Gold snapped the phone shut and stuffed it into his pocket. He wasn’t particularly concerned about Hades’ efforts, just annoyed to be bothered with them at all. Every few years someone in the business made a fuss about something they didn’t like. Nothing ever came to fruition and this would be no different.

He turned around, back towards the library. Social rules dictated he go back inside and continue the conversation he was having with Belle or at least say goodbye. He took several steps in that direction. From where he stood, he could see Belle through the window again. Still alone at the desk, still with that ever-present hopefulness in her eyes. She caught him looking through the window and she stood up taller, her smile widening. She waved at him.

It looked so welcoming. He’d never desired to enter a building more.

Which is why he turned right back around and starting walking in the opposite direction.

He wanted desperately to go in, to step back into the warmth of the library - a glow that he suspected came directly from her - and see if she had any tea in one of the back rooms. To sit with her and listen to her talk about her books. Maybe watch her bend down in her little skirt when she dropped one.

He sped away from the library, but slowed when he feared it looked like fleeing. In these jobs, you didn’t want to be noticed. You had to walk the fine line between being such a loner you aroused suspicion and drawing too much attention to yourself. Ideally, you wanted people to forget you the instant after they met you. Becoming too friendly with the librarian would make it harder for him to disappear when the job was done.

He strode down the sidewalk with confidence.

Only to realize he’d parked the car on the other side of the library, in the opposite direction.

See, this was his point. He was losing focus. He’d momentarily forgotten why he was here. Certainly not for this Miner’s Day everyone was beating each other with candles over. He headed back for the car, stalking past the library windows yet again, this time determinedly keeping his eyes fixated on the pavement so he wouldn’t be tempted to glance up to see if Belle was still at the desk.

He made it back to his car unmolested and with no proper hotels in town, and knowing he wouldn’t be staying long, he ended up in one of the rooms above Granny’s. It wasn’t as private as he preferred, but there would be a lack of security cameras, so that worked in his favor.

Locked in the seclusion of his room, he exhaled in relief. Finally, he was free from the prying eyes and probing questions of the Sheriff, the candle people, the beautiful librarian, and the battleaxe Granny herself.

He took off his jacket and tie, toed off his shoes, and loosened the top buttons of his shirt. Then he tossed the damn envelope that had been plaguing him onto the middle of the bed.

Then stood there staring at it.

He thought back to what Hades had told him, about regularly having the most kills of any currently working assassin. Something twinged deep inside him. His long forgotten conscience? Impossible. Indigestion from the inferior food from Granny’s, maybe.

He took the dagger out of his jacket that hung on the chair and lowered himself onto the floral bedspread.

He glared at the dossier. Was this the kill that would put him back in the number one spot? For a split second he started counting back all his recent kills. The guy in Spain, the woman in Ecuador, the half dozen Russia jobs.

He stopped himself by grabbing the dossier and stabbing the edge of it with the knife.

This entire day had not gone according to plan and it was beginning to rattle him. Which was worrisome. Nothing should rattle him. If he didn’t have a steady head and hand, he couldn’t do his job. And he had to do his job. There was nothing else for him to do.

Then, he was back to where he began when Zoso had found him in a gutter in Glasgow, doing the job because he had to and not because he wanted to. It was as bad as working for Hades. No. He just needed sleep. To start this day over again with a clear head.

He flung open the bedside drawer and threw the dossier and dagger on top of the Bible and slammed it shut. Disgusted with himself, he stretched out on the bed and snapped off the bedside lamp.

The next morning dawned bright. He was beginning to doubt there was any other kind in Storybrooke. He showered and put on a fresh suit, hanging the previous day’s garment on the back of the door. Granny had assured him her granddaughter would pick it up and take it to a same day dry cleaner. He retrieved the dagger from the drawer and placed it back in his coat pocket. Feeling more like himself now, he lifted the dossier from the drawer. Today he felt no angst as he weighed it in his hand. He strolled over to the window, taking a sip from the coffee he’d made in the room’s small four-cup coffee maker. He hadn’t noticed the night before, but from his second floor room he could look across the street at the clock tower and the doors of the library.

With the dossier in hand and his head on straight, there was nothing keeping him here but his own dilly dallying. He could use the Miner’s Day festival as a cover, get the job done, and get out of town without anyone taking notice. He thought of the librarian and her hopes of also escaping Storybrooke.

As if on cue, the library doors opened and Belle emerged. Today’s heels were blue and her skirt a sunny yellow. She didn’t get far down the street before she was stopped by other townspeople and pulled into conversation. He noticed no one offered her a damn candle.

He gripped the envelope in his hand. Regardless, he had to get food first. Couldn’t assassinate on an empty stomach. Maybe there was someplace other than Granny’s to eat in this town. He dropped his coffee cup on the dresser and threw his tie around his neck. He stood on the bed and slid the envelope into the drop ceiling of his room so the granddaughter wouldn’t happen upon it. He knotted his tie, threw on his coat, and rushed down the back steps, letting him out behind Granny’s without having to walk through the restaurant.

He hurried down the side alley because he was hungry, he told himself. When he emerged onto the street he had to maneuver his way around a flower delivery truck, so he didn’t see the person coming down the other side of the street. He stopped short, almost colliding with someone.

Not someone.

She looked different, yet exactly the same. Noticeably less makeup and her hair wasn’t pulled back, but it was definitely her.

Another assassin.

Regina.

#fic: No Rest for the Wicked #Rumbelle #Rumbelle fanfic #Rumbelle fic #Rumbelle fanfiction

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Heros

Ch1 The Black Cat

Adrien’s ever-present smile, practiced and perfect, vanished the moment he heard the door latch. His mask was gone. He slumped against the door. The image of the perfect attentive son and perpetually good-humored model left behind. This was his space. His refuge. Here, he could be himself. Here, he was Adrien: gamer, anime fan, physics nerd, complete and utter geek. All the things his father didn’t approve of as part of his ‘image’.

Memories of his last conversation with his father kept echoing in his mind, threatening to push him over the edge.

“Father, I was hoping to talk to you about university again…”

“I don’t believe there is anything to discuss.”

“I… I know that…”

“If you have something to say, say it. I am a busy man.”

“I know that you hope that one day I would take over the brand, but that’s not what I want. I think I want to teach. I want to study physics and education. I’ve already been accepted to programs for both.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Yes, I guess it is.”

“Now that is out of the way, we can put it behind us. You will do what is expected of you. You will study business and you will take over the brand when I retire.”

“But, Father-”

“I have given you everything, if you wish to leave, you will be on your own. And we both know how far you will make it alone.”

“Yes, Father.”

“I do not want to hear of this again. I expect you in the office first thing Monday morning.”

Adrien knew that if he didn’t stop himself, he would go crazy replaying the conversation in his head. He needed a distraction, and he knew just where to look. He set his bag on the coffee table and logged into his computer. His online friends could always lift his spirits.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t know their real names, it just mattered that they listened him without judgement. He could share anything with them without fear of shame or reprisal. He loved hearing about their normal lives; about school, work, even family gatherings. They thought it was weird, but only teased a little and readily included him in any conversation.

When he realized none of them were online, his head hit the desk. Once again, he was alone.

Leaving his desk, he climbed the stairs to his game library. He didn’t see a point in any of them. He moved on to his anime shelves and grabbed a disk at random, went back down, and put it in the player. Anything now would be better than the silence.

Sitting on the couch he tried to pay attention to the movie, but his mind wouldn’t stop running over the confrontation, adding more and more past events to the heap. Completely ignoring the television, he slumped forward, cradling his forehead in his hands. He was going to lose it. A growl escaped his lips as he gripped his hair.

“When will I be able to do what I want!” Adrien railed into the silence. “My Father has kept me caged up since Mom disappeared. I’ve never been able to do anything on my own!” His voice softened. “I’ve never even been allowed to try.”

That thought triggered another in his mind. Was he doing it on purpose? Was Gabriel intentionally keeping him dependent? But, to what end? And then it hit him. Control. Gabriel was obsessed with controlling everything around him. From his company to his household, everything ran the way Gabriel wanted it. That need for control extended to his son as well.

When his mother was still with them, he was able to do what he wanted, be who he wanted to be. His mother couldn’t be controlled. But she was gone, and Adrien didn’t know how to escape his father.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, curled in on himself. The anger and frustration slowly giving way to despair. Sobs rocked his body as he wept. Bitter tears stained his cheeks.

When it felt like there were no more tears to cry, Adrien took a couple of shaky breaths to steady himself. Sitting up, he dried his face and flopped back on the couch. As his head hit the back of the couch, he felt his gaze being pulled to his desk. At first nothing seemed out of place. Then, slowly, as if someone was adjusting the focus on a lens, a small black box came into view. He quickly stood and crossed to the desk.

‘How long had that been there?’

He picked up, what appeared to be a jewelry box. It was a hexagon shaped box with a black finish, streaked with a red wood grain, and a red design on top.

The desk underneath was discolored, indicating it had sat there for quite some time. He tentatively opened it. Inside was a black ring. The band of the ring was larger, and it had a circular face, much like a signet ring, with four claws holding it on the diagonal corners. In the center of the face was a bright green paw print.

Slowly, Adrien extended his hand to remove the ring from the box. The moment he touched it, there was a blinding flash of green light. As Adrien’s vision cleared, he noticed the ring was now silver, and the pawprint was gone. He finished his motion retrieving the ring when the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end.

He was not alone anymore…

Someone was standing right behind him…

Every muscle in Adrien’s body tensed and then instantly loosened as he spun and dropped into a defensive stance. And then froze.

Standing in front of him was… a man? He mostly looked like a man. He was tall, wearing a tailored, black three-piece suit with a white ascot. The suit was completed by black dress shoes and black gloves. His skin was pale but not sickly looking. He had black hair and vibrant green eyes.

And that was where the resemblance to a man ended.

Instead of human ears, he had cat ears perched on the top of his head and swishing behind him Adrien could see a feline tail. Topping it off, his green eyes were slit with vertical cat like pupils. He stood there looking at Adrien with a curious expression in his eyes. He tilted his head to the side, just like a cat studying something.

And then he spoke.

“Well, hello Adrien. It’s about time we met. I’ve been sleeping in there for ages. It’s been forever since I had a decent bit of cheese. You wouldn’t happen to have any around, would you?” His voice was high pitched and a bit nasally.

“What… Who… How… Cheese?” Adrien spluttered, not able to form a coherent thought.

“I’ll answer those in reverse order.” He held up a hand with four fingers raised. “Cheese: because, who doesn’t love cheese? It is one of the greatest things you humans have ever created. Especially my precious camembert.” He lowered one finger. “How: you brought me in. That ring you’re holding right there is called a Miraculous and is a form of conduit to channel my power.” He lowered another finger. “Who: my name is Plagg,” he said lowering a third finger. “And finally, what: I am a Kwami. A magical being who has bound my power to Miraculous to help protect the world from the great dangers that threaten it. I am the embodiment of destruction.” He lowered his hand and asked, “Now, how about that camembert?”

Adrien picked his jaw up off the floor as he tried to process all this information.

“This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. Or, I’m having a complete nervous breakdown. All of the stress and stuff… Yeah that’s it,” he mumbled to himself.

“Sorry, kid.” He cut him off. “You’re most definitely awake and you’re not suffering a breakdown. I’m real as you are.”

“So, Plagg was it?” Plagg nodded in the affirmative. “Supposing I believe all of the things you’re saying, and that’s kind of asking a lot, I just have a couple more questions.” His brow furrowed, and he looked up at the Kwami.

When the question was not forthcoming, Plagg inclined his head and said, “Go on…”

“Why are you here? Why are you in my room? Why do I have this ring?” Adrian asked as he began pacing in front of his desk.

Plagg smirked. “Well the answer to all of those is basically the same.” He strode over and sat on the back of the couch stretching his legs and crossed his ankles in front of himself. He crossed his arms over his chest before he continued. “You have been chosen to be the holder of the black cat miraculous. You will be given the power of destruction with which you will protect people from things too powerful to be contained by ordinary means.”

Adrien flopped into his desk chair, once again trying to make sense of what he just heard. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “So, let me get this straight. You want me to, what, become a superhero? How in the world would I even begin to go about doing that? Why me?”

Plagg chuckled. “Yeah kid, essentially. You put on that ring you are basically signing a contract with me. I will give you power and you help me protect the chosen of creation,” Plagg said, standing back up. “You were chosen because you are truly a good person. You are kind and caring and selfless. You are willing to give up your own happiness and comfort so that others may be happy.” Plagg walked over and put his hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “I’ve been watching you for years now. I’ve seen it all. Honestly, you’re almost too giving, but we can work on that. You will hold the power of destruction, so you must be mindful of your actions. That is why you were chosen.” He patted the younger man’s shoulder.

Adrien rolled the ring between his fingers. It all began to sink in. If he was in fact not dreaming, if this wasn’t some mental break, then how could he say no? But, how could he do what Plagg was asking him with his father controlling his whole life?

As if reading his mind, Plagg interjected, “Another benefit here, kid. Freedom! You deserve to get out from under your old man’s thumb… at least a little.”

Adrien’s mouth turned up a little at the corners. ‘This just gets more and more appealing.’ he thought. And then something else Plagg said struck him. “What do you mean by the chosen of creation?”

Plagg chuckled, “I was wondering if you’d catch that. You are the chosen of destruction. I am one of the two most powerful Kwami. The other is the Kwami of creation. She’s my other half, my partner,” his expression turned wistful and he added, “my mate.” After a small pause, Plagg shook his head and continued, “Her chosen will wield the power of creation; they can fix whatever we break. It’s a lot more complicated, but we don’t really need to go into specifics. As with all my previous kittens, the burden of protecting and supporting the chosen of creation falls to you,” he paused and looked Adrien in the eye, “if you accept it... You will be their partner and comrade. Do you understand?” Adrien nodded slowly. “Good, now put that ring on and we can start getting you used to your powers.”

Adrien took one last look at the ring before he began to slip it onto his right ring finger. At first it seemed like it was too small, but, as he continued to slide it on, it’s grew to be the perfect fit. “Woah! That’s amazing.” Adrien breathed in astonishment.

“Now just say…” Plagg was cut off by a swift knock at the door. There was a slight sound of a hand on the door knob and the room was once again flooded with green light. When the flash faded, Adrien saw a blur of black dart under his desk as the door opened. In the doorway stood Nathalie Sancoeur, his father’s assistant.

“Adrien, dinner is ready in the dining room,” she said, just as cold and emotionless as his father.

“Thank you, Nathalie, I’m not hungry right now. I need to be alone for a bit.” He channeled all the emotion from the past hour into his words and expression. Luckily for him his eyes were still puffy and a little red. “I’ll come down and get something later.”

“Very well,” she said with an edge of concern in her voice. She stepped out and closed the door.

Adrien dropped down and looked under his desk. There, he found a black cat with a large white spot on its chest. “Plagg?” he questioned.

“In the flesh, kid.” The cat spoke with Plagg’s voice.

“What are you?” Adrien asked, shock and amazement spread across his face.

“I’m a cat sidhe. A shape changer.” He walked out from under the desk. “This is my true form. I chose the other form ‘cause you humans tend to respond to it better. I swear, one talking cat and everyone’s screaming and running around.” Plagg sat down and began grooming himself.

After a moment Adrien shook his head to regain his composure, “You were going to tell me how to use this.” He held up his hand and gestured to the ring with his other.

Plagg looked up and cocked his head to the side the exact way human Plagg had. “Oh yeah! Just say ‘Claws Out’. I’ll join with the ring and you will be transformed.”

“That simple, huh?” Adrien said looking at the ring. “All right. Plagg! Claws Out!”

With that he was engulfed in green light as he felt power surge over his body from head to toe. The sensation was exhilarating. He was filled to brimming with nervous energy. He had to go. He had to move. His eyes were scanning the room for the best way out when he caught his reflection in a full-length mirror and froze.

He dashed closer to get a better look at what he was now wearing. It was a form fitting leather jumpsuit with a silver bell attached to the zipper that went down the front, and around his waist was a black belt with a silver clasp. Over that he wore a leather trench coat with a high collar. It fit close to his torso, but from the waistline hung loose to his ankles. His feet were covered in high cuffed boots with a rounded silver toe. The sleeves of the coat were cuffed, and his hands were covered in clawed gloves.

When he reached his face, he gasped. Over his eyes he wore a black domino mask, but that isn’t what caught his attention. His eyes weren’t human anymore. His pupils were no longer round, but vertical slits, and his sclera were no longer white, but a slightly different green than his natural eye color.

Finally pulling his gaze away from his eyes, he noticed that, on top of his head, he had black leather cat ears. As he noticed them, they shot up just like a surprised cat. As if that wasn’t enough, he noticed movement behind him. Turning, he saw, emerging from slit up the back of the trench coat, a long belt that swished back and forth, just like a tail. He had cat ears and a tail.

“Well, I guess that makes sense. Plagg is a cat,” Adrien said into the silence.

Having taken in his ‘uniform’ fully, the urge to go and run began to take hold again. He grabbed his smart remote and opened one of his windows. Approaching the window, he reached under his coat and retrieved a metal rod that had been attached to his belt.

Once again, he was caught off guard. How did he know the rod, ‘baton’ he corrected himself, was there? How did he know it was a baton? How did he know that if he swiped the right spot a screen would open that worked an awful lot like his smartphone? How did he know that if he willed the baton to grow it would extend into a staff and can grow nearly infinitely? This super power thing was so strange.

He extended the staff and planted one end on the ground and launched himself out of the window. It was a rush, soaring through the air, running across the rooftops of Paris, leaping from building to building. He hurtled through the air growing more and more daring with each leap. He flipped over gaps and dove under railings. He felt so free. It was a feeling he had craved ever since his mother disappeared and his father had sealed him off from the world. He couldn’t help the smile plastered on his face the whole time.

He eventually found himself at the top of the Eiffel Tower looking around at the city of his birth. The city he had lived in his whole life. The city he hadn’t been permitted to know. He was going to get to know this city, his city, now. He couldn’t wait to get started.

#ML #adrinette #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien #fantasy au #my writing #writing #Heros #The Black Cat

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